Chapter 9: Foxy Lady

Even before the result of the exams was published, I went to visit a number Universities in Paris to see what courses they offered and what my chances were of being accepted on a scholarship. What was important to me, apart from the curriculum, was the availability of student accommodation at a price that wouldn't blow my budget.

Ramon and I had discussed the possibility of me moving into his apartment but had decided against it. I didn't want to become completely dependent on him. We both feared that the daily contact might have an adverse effect on the attraction we felt for each other. Besides, the apartment was also Ramon's place of work and I felt that I might get in his way, just as his activities - I still imagined that he spent most of his working life amongst scantily-clad women - might interfere with my studies. And finally, there was the risk that we might not be able to keep our hands off each other all day long, which would keep both of us from getting any work done.

As soon as I had my exam result in my hands - it turned out to be even better than I had hoped for - I went to the University I had selected as my first option, the École Supérieur Sainte Denise and inscribed myself for the course in architecture. My first choice of subject had been psychology. I found Freud's theory that all human actions are ultimately motivated by our sex drive quite logical and had developed considerable awareness and sensitivity in this area. But the problem with psychology was that it didn't offer me a career path which would lead reasonably quickly to a job with enough income to sustain myself. So I went for my second choice, architecture, but continued to keep myself informed about the latest developments in the field of psychology.

I was pleased when the people at Sainte Denise informed me that my marks would guarantee my acceptance. What thrilled me even more was that they had a room available for my immediate occupation. Lectures were only going to start in about a month but the students who had finished their course had left at the end of the last term and there were now several empty rooms available. Of course, I would have to share the room with another girl, but most students only arrived a few days before the start of the term, so I would be able to enjoy having the entire room to myself for a while.

The recent weeks had been very stressing. Every time I wanted to meet Ramon, I had to invent a reason for my absence, had to ask Sylvie or Mirabelle to back my story and had to be constantly on guard so that my deception wouldn't be uncovered by some careless remark. The idea that I would be able to come and go as I pleased without owing an explanation to anybody thrilled me so much that I decided to move into my room there and then. I only returned to my parent's house in Villiers for one more night to pick up my belongings. I told my parents that I needed some time to become familiar with the University and the surroundings, which they accepted. After that I enjoyed the freedom of Paris.

The room and its furniture were very simple, but it was a far cry from the dormitories that I had heard about, with rows and rows of beds and no privacy at all. In fact, I thought of my accommodation as sharing a one-room apartment with someone else whom I had yet to meet. There was a small reception with a table, a few armchairs and a television set as one entered from the main corridor. The bedroom itself contained two beds, two desks, wardrobes and shelves with enough space for two people to live without getting too much on top of each other. Each room had its own private bathroom. I would have been happy with much less than this, simply because it gave me the right to be my own master.

Nevertheless, I was determined not to let the newfound freedom go to my head. After all, I was here to study. I wanted to do well so that I could land a well-paid job and would never again depend on my parents or anybody else. Besides, my scholarship and the small amount of savings I had accumulated over the years did not allow for any extravagances. So I did in fact spend a great part of my free time checking out the university's facilities, studying the schedule of lectures, planning which I would attend and looking through the local book shops for relevant publications.

The weekends were reserved for Ramon. Every Friday afternoon I would pack a few things into a canvas bag and set off to his apartment which was at the opposite end of town. This was probably the only negative point about the university. It took me almost an hour to get to his place, roughly the same time as the train journey from Villiers. Our passion for each other continued unabated; when we met we embraced as if we hadn't seen each other for months and soon abandoned ourselves to uncontrolled lust. It seemed to me that I was able to give myself to him more freely now that I didn't have to worry any longer about any cover-up. During the week we would talk frequently on the phone but decided to stick to our arrangement of weekends together and weekdays apart.

There was something else I intended to resolve during the free period before lessons started. Some time had passed since Ramon and his friends had enslaved me so deliciously and Ramon had tried to turn my ordeal even more exciting by pushing his cock against my rear hole. His words, that I was denying myself the pleasure of having three men inside me at the same time were still ringing in my ears. But somehow I couldn't overcome my fear. I needed to talk to someone who had first-hand knowledge of this, who could set my mind at rest.

None of the people I knew well seemed suitable. But there was the Foxy Lady, or rather Roxanne, the woman I had met only once, quite recently, who had 'raped' me with a large dildo at that time, and whose husband had later punished both of us. She might have some experience in the matter. I plucked up my courage and phoned her. She was surprised but equally pleased about my call. I didn't want to discuss something this intimate over the phone, therefore I just asked if I could see her to discuss a personal matter. Curious about what this might be she invited me to her place the next afternoon.

I felt very apprehensive when I gave the butler my name. The opulence of the place, the large number of servants, once again had a humbling influence on me. How on earth did I get the idea that the lady of this mansion would want to have a conversation about taking it up the ass with me? Roxy welcomed me warmly and kissed me on both cheeks. Then she invited me to join her on a settee. After tea had been served and the butler had left the room, Roxy asked, "What is it you wanted to talk to me about?"

I blushed and tried desperately to find some euphemism, some flowery description, but I couldn't find one. In the end I just stammered, "I wanted to ask you about anal sex."

Roxy seemed amused by my embarrassment. "Oh yes, I've heard about it. It happens in the anus, doesn't it? What else do you want to know?" she teased me.

"I'm serious. This is important to me." I said, reacting to her tease.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I couldn't resist. I found it so surprising to see how embarrassed you got just pronouncing the word. Your face has the colour of a freshly-spanked bottom."

If anything, this made me blush even more.

"I just can't believe," she continued, "that this is the same Jacqueline who almost drove me insane with her tongue in my pussy, the one who asked for more after she received her first ever spanking."

I wanted to bring the conversation back to the subject I had come to talk about. "The thing is," I started, "I've never had anything inserted into my anus - except for those thermometers when I was very little."

She couldn't stop mocking me. "Oh yes, I remember them well. Those are nasty little things, particularly when they're cold."

I tried to carry on. "I believe Ramon, my boyfriend, wants to do it, but so far I've always been horrified when he tried. I don't know if you have noticed the size of his penis."

"Of course I have, my dear. How could I possibly miss something like that," she said, smacking her lips.

"And I'm just horrified by the thought of him trying to push all of it into my rear hole."

I felt relieved that I had finally said it. Just being able to expose my worry to someone seemed to have taken care of the irrational part of my fear.

Roxanne started to take me seriously. "Yes, I can see that this might be a problem, particularly if you're still a virgin back there. So, what did you have in mind? Did you want someone to widen your passage before Ramon comes with the big gun?"

I didn't feel comfortable with her flippant way of talking about this. "I don't know. I wondered if you had any suggestions. Do you ever have anal sex?"

"Occasionally," she said, "Michel prefers to use my rear for other purposes," she said with a conspiratorial smile.

"Could I watch?"

As soon as I had said it, I realized the absurdity of my suggestion. I wanted one of the top entrepreneurs of France to fuck his wife's ass so that I could watch it. I quickly said, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Roxanne wasn't offended. "I think you're better off watching some videos," she said, "they're much more educational than Michel and I. You can watch them here if you're too embarrassed to watch them at your place."

Then her face lit up. "There's something else we can do right now," she said. "I could loosen you up with one of my dildos. I have quite a range of sizes and shapes."

"What? Here? Now?" The suggestion made my embarrassment return and she smiled at me in amusement.

She kissed me, lifted me up from the settee and guided me to her bedroom, her arm around my shoulders. "Don't be afraid, I won't bite."

When we got to her bedroom she asked, "Would you like to chose or shall I select one for you?"

I was too bedazzled to respond. I wasn't even sure I had fully understood her question. When I decided to come here I had hoped that she would set my mind at rest, maybe talk about her experiences in this area, give me some hints on how to feel more relaxed about it all. I hadn't expected her to actually do it with me.

As I hadn't answered her questions, Roxy just said, "Alright, I'll select one for you. In the meantime, you can get undressed and assume the position."

Roxy disappeared into her dressing room. I wondered if I had got myself into a situation I really didn't want to be in. After all, she had kind of raped me with her dildo the first time we met. Was she now going to do the same to my behind? But I followed her instructions and took off my clothes. What exactly did she mean by 'assume the position'? I decided to lie on the bed, belly down.

I told myself that I was going to go through with this, no matter what happened. I wanted to let Ramon use my rear passage and I wanted to find out what it feels like to have three men inside me at the same time. And this was a necessary step on my way to this goal. 'Three cocks' became like a mantra which I would repeat to myself whenever things got painful or embarrassing.

Roxy soon returned from her dressing room. The way I was lying on the bed, I couldn't quite see her, but I gathered that she had undressed as well.

"No, no, no," she said, "that's not the position. It's a bit like spanking. You need to stick your bottom up into the air. It's probably best if you get on your knees and then spread your legs a little."

I positioned myself the way she had told me. She moved me around a little more until I was conveniently placed for her intentions. I felt how she spread my bottom cheeks and applied some cool jelly to my rear hole. She tried to push one finger, already covered with the lubricant, into my hole but found it difficult to get it inside.

"Relax," she said, "just think how much fun you're going to have with Ramon."

She moved one hand between my legs and touched my pussy. Her gentle touch made me swoon. Her hand moved back and forth between my legs, barely touching me. I wanted her to be more forceful, I wanted her to push her finger inside my pussy. I could feel that I was getting wet with desire.

Roxanne managed to divert my attention, as she had planned. All my feelings concentrated on my pussy. As I was yearning for a firmer touch there, I relaxed the muscles of my rear hole and she was able to slide her finger inside me. I gasped as she started to rotate her finger in my ass, pushing deeper all the time. My pussy was still aching for the touch of her other hand, but I became used to the penetration of my rear.

After a while Roxy removed her finger and, adding more jelly, pushed two fingers inside me. The fingers moved in and out while her other hand slid up and down my soaking pussy. My breathing followed the rhythm of her fingers in my rear.

Soon she replaced her fingers with a dildo but maintained the same rhythm, shoving it inside me deeper than her fingers had been while continuing to stroke my pussy. My rear felt so full, just like my pussy had felt during my first night with Ramon. I wanted to come but Roxy didn't let me. She had noticed my state of excitement and all but removed her hand completely from my pussy. But she kept pushing the dildo in and out of my ass.

There was a short interlude while Roxy strapped on another dildo and covered it with jelly. Then she removed the first one and pushed the new one inside me. I gasped. This one seemed much bigger, and there was now a lot more force behind it as she used the whole weight of her body to drive more and more of the artificial cock into my rear. Her hands moved to my hips as she pushed deeper inside me and started to fuck my ass in earnest.

"Please make me come. I need it, I'm so hot." I begged.

Her hands moved up to my breasts. She caressed them, rubbed my nipples with her thumbs, pulled my upper body into an almost upright position. I could feel her breasts press against my back. She kept fucking my ass and rubbing my nipples. It was such a powerful sensation. I came with a loud moan.

"What a horny little bitch you are! Climaxing like this from being fucked in the ass! Come here, lick me, I need some relief too."

Roxy had unfastened the straps of the dildo but left it sticking in my ass. She lay on her back and spread her legs, showing me unmistakably what she expected from me.

Roxy's pussy was ready and waiting. She had got some stimulation from the strap-on when she fucked my ass. Her pussy was moist and her love channel was gaping invitingly. She had told me earlier that I had driven her almost insane with my tongue in her pussy during our first encounter. I had assumed then that she enjoyed what I had done to her. Now she clearly showed me that she wanted more of the same.

With the dildo still sticking in my rear I moved between her legs and started pleasuring her. The taste of vanilla seemed more pronounced than the first time around and there was the musky smell of a woman close to orgasm. She was so hot! Every little touch was rewarded with exclamations of approval and demands for more. Once again I had to push her thighs down onto the bed so that she didn't wriggle away from my mouth. As I gave her pussy the full treatment, I imagined the dildo in my ass to be Ramon's cock. I thought about what it would be like to have him fuck my rear while I was eating Roxy's pussy. This thought and Roxy's enthusiastic response to my efforts turned me on so much that I came all by myself, without anybody touching me.

When Roxanne had recovered sufficiently from her multiple orgasms, she relieved me of the dildo still lodged in my rear. Then she strapped another, bigger one to my front. This was the first time I ever put on such a gadget. There was a second, smaller plastic phallus which was meant to be inserted into the vagina of the active woman. Roxy pushed this part inside my pussy. It was quite big but it slipped easily inside as I was already wet. She fastened the toy firmly, passing the straps around my hips and upper thighs. Then she turned around, pushed her ass up in the air and spread her legs so that I had a clear view of her pussy.

"Come on, tiger, give it to me. Fuck me hard," she ordered. I was still a little unsure about how to do this, but she got hold of the plastic cock with one hand and guided it inside her pussy. As I pushed it deeper inside her, I could hear her moan. "Deeper," she demanded, "I want all of it inside me." I thrust my hips forward, pushing a little harder each time. With each thrust the smaller dildo moved a little deeper into my pussy. I put my hands on her breasts, played with her nipples and fucked her as hard and fast as I could. It didn't take long for both of us to come. We collapsed onto the bed together, the dildo still inserted deep in Roxy's pussy.

I was halfway down the steps which lead up to the front entrance of the mansion when a car came up the gravel path. It was Michel. I couldn't help thinking how he would react if he knew what I had been doing with his wife. It dawned on me that Roxy would probably tell him at the earliest opportunity. The way she liked getting her bottom spanked she wouldn't miss the chance of giving him a reason to punish her. But what about me? Would I get out of this scot-free by leaving straight away? Or would my departure merely postpone my punishment?

Michel was surprised to see me but was as friendly as he had been on our first encounter. I told him that I had visited Roxy for tea.

"And gossip, I suppose," he offered.

"Yes, lots of gossip too." I decided it was best to leave it at that as I made my excuses and left.

Roxanne had told me that the first lesson of my 'anal training' was only the beginning. I would need at least another two session, gradually increasing the size of the dildo she would shove in my rear. We had already agreed the time of the second session for Thursday, two days after the first, but she called me in the morning to confirm our date.

"And, by the way," she said, trying to sound casual, "don't plan anything for the evening. Michel wants to see you."

"You told him! How could you?" I knew exactly what Michel wanted to see me about.

"I didn't have a choice," she defended herself. "When he suspects something, he can be worse than the Spanish Inquisition."

I had my own idea about what might have happened, but didn't say anything. 'Three cocks' I told myself and decided to accept whatever punishment Michel would select for me.

When I arrived for my second lesson, there was no need for tea and conversation. The maid took me directly to Roxanne's bedroom where the lady of the house was waiting for me, dressed in a silk robe which she discarded as soon as I arrived. On the dresser she had laid out her complete collection of toys - many more than I had imagined. Roxy asked me to chose one for the start of today's lesson. I asked which one was the last one we used and decided to move two sizes up on the scale.

Roxy complimented me on my choice and told me I was a brave girl. But I realized that there were still quite a few to go until I'd get to the largest one she had. I also noticed that further up the line, the artificial cocks didn't only get longer, they also had bigger, more pronounced cock heads. But maybe I didn't really need to go all the way to the biggest one?

As I undressed I asked Roxy why she has such a large selection of dildos. I didn't think she did this 'anal training' course on a regular basis.

"You should know by now, that two women can have a lot of fun playing with these toys."

That didn't satisfy my curiosity.

"Do you invite your friends to play with you?"

"Not necessarily friends," she said in a mysterious way.

"Who then?"

"There are other women in this house whom I wouldn't exactly call friends."

I had to think for a moment. Roxy made me 'assume the position' on the bed and started to lubricate my rear.

"The maids! You fuck the maids? Or have them fuck you?"

"Both. But I don't force them to do anything they don't want to do. And I don't do it with just any maid. I have a select few who know exactly what I need."

Roxy had inserted two greased fingers into my ass hole and rotated them while pushing deeper.

"Do you remember Marie, my personal maid?"

"I'm not sure. Is she the one you offered to me?"

"I didn't exactly offer her to you. I just said she could help you change outfits."

"I'm sorry, that was a bad choice of words. I didn't mean anything else." I felt myself blush.

"Of course you did. She's cute, isn't she? You should see her naked. The hair on her pussy is just as curly as that on her head. Would you like her to do your rear today?"

She pressed a button to call the maid. I panicked. I would be too embarrassed if she saw me the way I was, naked, kneeling on the bed with my ass sticking up in the air. I couldn't possibly ask her to 'do' my rear.

I protested loudly. "No! Please, don't call her."

But my plea came too late. Marie arrived. I could see a mixture of surprise and amusement on her face.

"You called, Madame?"

"Sorry, Marie. False alarm. We don't need you. Not today."

"Very well, Madame."

Marie left. I felt extremely embarrassed but aroused at the same time.

"Looks like I'll have to do all the work on my own," Roxy complained as she thrust the plastic cock deep inside me. This sudden, violent thrust without much preparation made me cry out in pain.

"That's what it feels like if Ramon ever decides to be rough."

I was sure that Ramon would be the most gentle of lovers when he got to fuck my rear. He was only rough with me when I asked for it, when I begged him to give it to me hard and fast. But Roxy had decided to let me experience a rough fuck.

She thrust into me deep and hard. 'This is what rape must feel like', I thought to myself. She had caught me kind of cold. There had been only a little stimulation when she had lubricated my rear. Now her hands were holding on to my hips to make her thrusts more forceful. There was just the dildo, stretching my ass hole, nothing else. While my own arousal was building up only gradually, I could feel that she was riding herself to a powerful orgasm. Her breathing became heavy and then she collapsed on top of me with one final thrust of her hips. 'This is what it must feel like when somebody uses your body purely for their own pleasure, ' I thought.

Roxy simply undid the straps of the dildo and left it buried in my rear. Then she strapped another, much larger one to my front. She lay down on her back with a cushion under her bottom and said, "Now give it to me, wild and rough."

I was determined to make her feel as used and abused as I had felt, but her pussy was already well fucked and lubricated. The plastic cock slid into her with ease at first, but because of its size, I had to stretch her to get all of it inside her. I relished my chance to pay her back, but she just begged me to fuck her harder, faster, deeper. I didn't need a second invitation. I rammed the dildo into her with all the force I could muster. And as I fucked her, I also fucked myself. The level of my arousal was now rising rapidly and I decided to go for a powerful orgasm. I kept pounding into Roxy's cunt until I came. Then I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.

"My God, you are wild today." Roxy was trapped underneath my body, still impaled on the dildo that was fastened around my hips. She eased my weight off her body, then slid up a little to free her pussy from the plastic cock. Finally she slipped out from underneath my body.

"Let's get a little more comfortable while we have a rest." She undid the straps holding the dildo in front of me and then eased the other one out of my rear. We lay next to each other in a tender embrace.

"This was almost like having two cocks inside me," I said, kissing her gently.

"Two cocks, eh? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

There was something about Roxy which reminded me of Charlotte. I only had to give the slightest hint, no matter how tentative, of a sexual desire and she would arrange to make it come true. I preferred to remain silent.

"Maybe I can arrange something next time."

After lying motionless in Roxy's arms for a while, my sweat-covered body pressed to hers, I started kissing her face. I licked the sweat off her forehead, kissed her closed eyelids, her cheeks, her earlobes, her neck. I felt an enormous tenderness for this woman who had been so rough with me only a short while ago.

I thought about how different this woman who might be old enough to be my mother - although she would never admit to it - was from my real mother. How determined she was to enjoy life as much as possible! For her that meant enjoying sex - any form of sex - to the full. In this respect I felt much closer to her than to my own mother.

Roxy didn't think twice about letting her husband thrash her bare bottom, because, as she had told me herself, afterwards Michel turned into an animal and gave her the best fucks of her life. And I looked at having my bottom spanked as a price worth paying for the pleasures I experienced in the arms of this magnificent woman.

My mouth moved further down Roxy's body, tasting the salty residues of her sweat, kissing, licking. Her nipples reacted to the gentle touch of my lips. I started to lick them, suck them into my mouth, when Roxy stopped me.

"We can play later. First we still have some work to do."

Roxy untangled herself from my embrace, got up and proceeded to strap on the next size dildo. I was still feeling a bit sore from the rough treatment she had given me earlier. I wasn't looking forward to having an even bigger cock shoved in my backside, but I remembered my 'three cocks' mantra and prepared myself for another onslaught.

Roxy checked my rear hole and found that it was still well lubricated, but she greased the new dildo before she got ready to enter me. Her hands were all over me; they caressed my breasts, rubbed my nipples, slid along my sides to my hips and finally found my pussy and ass. In marked contrast to the previous time, she wanted to make sure that I was hot and ready before she penetrated me. With two fingers in my rear and her other hand busy stroking my pussy lips, she soon had me moaning, my pussy leaking and my ass wanting to be fucked.

She entered me slowly, fucking me with slow long strokes while cupping my breasts with her hands and playing with my nipples. I could feel that the new dildo was stretching my ass more than it had ever been stretched before, but her caressing hands made me forget whatever discomfort this caused. She increased the speed of her strokes gradually and her hands caressed my breasts with more determination. She pushed the plastic cock deeper and deeper into my rear. Each time I thought it couldn't possibly go any further, but it did.

Her hands moved to my pussy and played with my clit as the rhythm of her hips became frantic and she pounded into me faster and faster. Her hands brought me off as she rode herself to a climax.

Once more she just undid the straps of the dildo to free herself but left the dildo buried deep inside my ass when she lay on her back, spread her legs wide and demanded her reward. The exquisite taste and smell of her pussy were by now familiar to me, but that didn't diminish the pleasure I felt, eating this luscious cunt.

It just meant that I could play her like a finely tuned instrument, knowing exactly how to stimulate each part of her highly sensitive body to produce the desired effect. I could make her whimper and beg by staying just on the edge of her pussy, kissing and licking her upper thighs or her abdomen. I could make her moan with pleasure by sliding my tongue along her pussy lips and stabbing my tongue into her hole. Or I could drive her into a frenzy by grabbing hold of her clit with my lips and lashing the sensitive morsel of hardened flesh with my tongue.

I played all these registers and many more, always taking care not to let her go over the edge. I slowed down, reduced my efforts whenever I felt she was getting too hot. I knew that she would thank me in the end for playing what may seem to be a cruel game with her. When she finally found relief, her hips bucking to crush her pussy against my face, it came with such a force that everybody in the mansion knew that the lady of the house had just experienced an extremely satisfying orgasm.

As we showered together, soaping each other, Roxy slipped two soapy fingers into my rear hole without finding any resistance. She told me how pleased she was for me, that I was making good progress. I needed just one more session, then I would be ready for the real thing.

Roxy wanted me to come on Saturday for the final lesson but I told her that my Saturday's belonged to Ramon.

"You mean, you belong to Ramon on Saturdays?"

"Not really. I always belong to Ramon, even when we're not together. But I always spend the weekends with him and I don't want anything to get in the way. Can't we have the last lesson next Monday or Tuesday?"

"If that's what you want. Let's make it Tuesday, so you have some time to recover from the weekend. Are you going to let him try your rear entrance?"