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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The first summer after I turned 18 will stay in my memory because of Mireille.
Money was scarce and my parents were to work the whole summer. Most of my friends had left town and I simply had not much to do.
One Sunday my parents were invited round to their friends Jacques and Mireille for lunch. I would normally have avoided such a boring event but Jacques and Mireille had a beautiful house about 10km away, in the countryside and most importantly they had a swimming pool. I agreed to go with them as at least I could have a swim as they enjoyed their never-ending post lunch conversation.
And I had a good time diving, swimming, playing with their dog.
On the way home my mum told me that Mireille said I'd be welcome to use the pool whenever. Jacques works all day and she's on her own with the dog so it wouldn't be a bother.
It was only a couple of days until I first took her up on the offer. A hot sunny day and still not much to do so I jumped on my bike and cycled to their place. I was quite sweaty and feeling a bit shy when I rang the bell. Mireille opened the door and let me in. "I guess you came for the pool. Looks like the fresh water will do you good" she said. "You know where it is, don't you? Have fun". And she walked away doing whatever she was doing before I arrived.
It must have been at least an hour before I saw her again. She walked by the pool but it was not the Mireille I knew. See, Mireille is rather unnoticeable. She's elegant, always well dress but has a very dated and austere sense of fashion. Nothing about her stood out, at least for me. Until that day. I first noticed her luscious shiny black hair flowing over her naked shoulders and not tied in a bun as usual. She was wearing a large pair of sunglasses and her lips looked brighter and plumper than usual. She had done her hair and make up and she was transformed.
At each step the pareo she wrapped herself in and tied above her chest would open just enough for me to see her fluffy high heel mules and shapely legs. I was in awe, my jaw must have dropped to the floor. She smiled as she passed next to me without a word. She walked the entire length of the pool with no less glamour than if she had walked the red carpet at the Cannes film festival.. Reaching the other end she bent forward and reached for one of the loungers. As she pulled it to her chosen position the roundness of her ass wrapped in the see-through pareo made me blush. I felt suddenly very hot. She untied the pareo and lay it on the lounger. She turned towards me revealing the rest of her beautiful curves hardly hidden by a skimpy bikini. Round hips leading to a small waist, and majestic round heavy breasts very partially covered by small triangles of fabric. She lied down. In front of me was not the Mireille I knew but a voluptuous Italian movie star oozing sex appeal and very much aware of the attention grabbing arsenal she just put on display. I couldn't look away. I felt a rush of blood to my head, a most probably very visible stiffness in my pants and generally very embarrassed but I couldn't look away. I was mesmerised and she knew it. Very satisfied with herself she pushed her luck and said: "It's so hot I thought I'd share the fun with you for a while."
But she didn't count on my innocence and the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment which took hold of me. I felt as if the dirty thoughts going through my mind could be heard by just anybody for miles around. Unbearable. I sheepishly wrapped my towel around my waist and mumbled: "I'm sorry, Mireille, I have to go". I grab my clothes pushed them into my bag and almost ran across the house. I heard her laugh as I jumped on my bike leaving the front door open. I pedalled as fast as I could until I got home where I locked myself in my room. It didn't take long at all, I only had to think about kissing her to make myself spunk. The heaviest ejaculation I ever had. But then it hit me: I would never dare to go back. I wouldn't never dare to look her in the eyes again.
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I didn't go for a few days. But she was in my mind quite a lot. So sexy, so desirable and in such close reach. But I still felt embarrassed and had no idea how I would handle such a situation should I have another chance. So I kept imagining it: how she would open the door wearing nothing but her bikini and a huge welcoming smile; how I would untie her bikini top and finally place my hands on her breasts; how she would run her hands on my chest. And each piece of detail was the opportunity for a furious wank.
A few days later she called my mum and asked if I could come around to help. Jacques and Mireille organise a big BBQ every summer with well over a hundred guests. She was expecting a delivery of tables and chairs they had hired for the occasion and she needed help to organise them around the garden. And oblivious, my mum said that absolutely I'd be there..
It was the day before the actual BBQ. When I arrived 2 guys were unloading their truck a few chairs here, a table there. It felt quite busy and Mireille hardly had a look for me. It was a relief as there was no embarrassment but I also felt disappointed, I felt like my opportunity had gone.. She just asked me to go to the garden and keep the dog busy so it wouldn't be in the way of these guys. And so for a few moment I watched from afar as she bossed these guys around: a table here, another there, a bit more to the left. She was simply gorgeous but this position of command also made her intimidating. It persuaded myself that I never had a chance in the world and only dreamt she was coming after me that day. It was almost a relief as I could put behind me any hope I may still have. After a while the 3 of them disappeared through the garage door. I thought they were done and the guys were leaving. But she didn't come back. After about 15 minutes I wandered in direction of the garage looking for her. As I got closer I heard grunts and voices. More and more distinctively. Until I could understand what was said or grunted rather. "Fuck the bitch! Fuck her hard!". "You like cock, don't you? Bitch!".
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I was taken aback and was miles away from understanding what was happening just based on these words. I've seen a bit of porn but it was rather vanilla. I didn't need kinky anyway, a few minutes were enough to set me off. So I never ventured very far. I was quite contempt with soft porn. No dirty talk, let alone rough sex. I froze for a second. I was still hearing but not quite registering. I slowly and as silently as I could move closer to the garage door. I felt like I shouldn't be there and was doing something wrong. But I was also extremely curious.
I hid behind the door and took a quick look. I was not prepared for what I saw. I was so surprised in fact that I completely forgot about hiding or being silent: I just stood there in the door opening.
Mireille was there bent 90 degrees forward, legs apart. Her skirt was lifted above her waist giving access to the tallest guy. He was behind her, his trousers on his ankles, his hands on her hips pounding as hard as he could. The smallest guy was in front of her, holding her hair and slipping his cock in and out of her mouth. It felt absolutely brutal to me. But I also heard her moaning and she actually looked like she was enjoying it. The words were getting more vulgar, and the movements more forceful. Yet she was moaning louder. "Yes, yes!"
I was confused but fascinated. So crude, so raw! I was definitely not prepared for that.
The tall guy started to grunt, he slapped her arse so hard I could see the entire contour of his hand on her bum cheek. And he pulled out of her. Spunk bursted out of his cock in small regular salva. It was powerful and almost reached the other guy.
He dropped his head looking at his cock, let go of her hip and just stood there for a second or two. I was surprised to see his cock dripping as if it had been dipped in honey. He then reached for his trousers, pulled them up and stepped back. He was done. The smallest one wasn't though. As Mireille was free from tall man's grip he got her to kneel in front of him. He was still talking or rather shouting at her but the words we're indistinct to me. As if processing the images took all my resources. It was shocking but exhilarating. I had such a hard on it was painful. I wanted to burst and release. I couldn't help but watched.
What surprised me the most was that I was witnessing abuse yet Mireille enjoyed it so much. She was sucking the guy's cock so avidly. She was not pushing back but instead she was moaning in pleasure. This was not the reaction I was expecting. Until he finally pulled out of her mouth, pulled her hair to have her head tilt back and spunked across her face. It was not anymore the pretty face I fantasised about. Her hair was a mess, she was sweaty, her make up ruined and I saw tears running off her eyes. None of this should have aroused me. Yet I have never been so excited. It was a whole new world for me.
The small guy pushed his cock back inside his pants. And walked away. "Let's go! See ya Lady!".
She stood back up, adjusted her dress and hair, walked passed me back into the garden. I hadn't moved for the past 10 minutes and I don't think I could move. It took a few more minutes to collect my thoughts.
When I finally came around she was by the pool enjoying a cigarette. She looked lost in her thoughts. She asked me to spread the chairs around the table, and told me that was it. "We'll do the rest in the morning, she said. Go home, I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks for your help."
I cycled back home to another explosive wank. But this time I didn't feel any pressure as it was not me I was visualising with her. It was these guys. It was not fairy romantic embraces, it was pure animalistic lust.
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"I was taken aback and was miles away from understanding what was happening just based on these words. I've seen a bit of porn but it was rather vanilla. I didn't need kinky anyway, a few minutes were enough to set me off. So I never ventured very far. I was quite contempt with soft porn. No dirty talk, let alone rough sex. I froze for a second. I was still hearing but not quite registering. I slowly and as silently as I could move closer to the garage door. I felt like I shouldn't be there and was doing something wrong. But I was also extremely curious.
I hid behind the door and took a quick look. I was not prepared for what I saw. I was so surprised in fact that I completely forgot about hiding or being silent: I just stood there in the door opening.
Mireille was there bent 90 degrees forward, legs apart. Her skirt was lifted above her waist giving access to the tallest guy. He was behind her, his trousers on his ankles, his hands on her hips pounding as hard as he could. The smallest guy was in front of her, holding her hair and slipping his cock in and out of her mouth. It felt absolutely brutal to me. But I also heard her moaning and she actually looked like she was enjoying it. The words were getting more vulgar, and the movements more forceful. Yet she was moaning louder. "Yes, yes!"
I was confused but fascinated. So crude, so raw! I was definitely not prepared for that.
The tall guy started to grunt, he slapped her arse so hard I could see the entire contour of his hand on her bum cheek. And he pulled out of her. Spunk bursted out of his cock in small regular salva. It was powerful and almost reached the other guy.
He dropped his head looking at his cock, let go of her hip and just stood there for a second or two. I was surprised to see his cock dripping as if it had been dipped in honey. He then reached for his trousers, pulled them up and stepped back. He was done. The smallest one wasn't though. As Mireille was free from tall man's grip he got her to kneel in front of him. He was still talking or rather shouting at her but the words we're indistinct to me. As if processing the images took all my resources. It was shocking but exhilarating. I had such a hard on it was painful. I wanted to burst and release. I couldn't help but watched.
What surprised me the most was that I was witnessing abuse yet Mireille enjoyed it so much. She was sucking the guy's cock so avidly. She was not pushing back but instead she was moaning in pleasure. This was not the reaction I was expecting. Until he finally pulled out of her mouth, pulled her hair to have her head tilt back and spunked across her face. It was not anymore the pretty face I fantasised about. Her hair was a mess, she was sweaty, her make up ruined and I saw tears running off her eyes. None of this should have aroused me. Yet I have never been so excited. It was a whole new world for me.
The small guy pushed his cock back inside his pants. And walked away. "Let's go! See ya Lady!".
She stood back up, adjusted her dress and hair, walked passed me back into the garden. I hadn't moved for the past 10 minutes and I don't think I could move. It took a few more minutes to collect my thoughts.
When I finally came around she was by the pool enjoying a cigarette. She looked lost in her thoughts. She asked me to spread the chairs around the table, and told me that was it. "We'll do the rest in the morning, she said. Go home, I'll see you tomorrow. And thanks for your help."
I cycled back home to another explosive wank. But this time I didn't feel any pressure as it was not me I was visualising with her. It was these guys. It was not fairy romantic embraces, it was pure animalistic lust.
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The following day, on my way to Jacques and Mireille's BBQ I felt different. I was not embarrassed anymore but intrigued instead. I had seen a completely different face to Mireille than the one I fantasised about since that day by the pool or the one I had known before that.
I didn't know who she was anymore.
But I was very keen to learn.
Alas the BBQ started on the wrong foot for me. Her hair was tied in her trademark bun and she wore very little make up. Flat shoes, her blouse buttoned all the way to the top and her skirt stopped just above her knees. She was wearing her usual good-wife uniform. But to me she was not that unnoticeable Mireille anymore. Despite the austere appearance I only saw Mireille the incendiary hot wife I first saw by the pool. Any little bit of her curves the outfit couldn't hide, any bit of flesh exposed on her neck or arms would bring back images of that day.
She had no time for me though. Busy being a hostess, chatting to someone, smiling at somebody else, bringing a new dish from the kitchen, taking away some dirty plates.
I watched her from afar for what felt like an eternity. My fantasies faded away as the afternoon passed by and I sunk back into boredom.
Everybody seem to have fun but me. You could hear laughter over the music, some people were dancing. And I sat there watching the half eaten piece of cake in my plate.
As she approached from behind I didn't see her coming. I first felt a hand on my shoulder. Then I smelt a strong yet very feminine perfume. And finally I heard her whisper in my ear: "our turn to have fun!"
Everything went quite fast for a minute. She took my hand and dragged me from my chair saying "I want to dance, make me swing". I had no time to protest or resist. In a flash we were in the middle of the dancing crowd, I had my hands on her hips, she had hers on my shoulders. We were going with the flow. After a short time the music slowed down. She smiled at me and pulled herself closer.
My heart skipped a beat when I actually realised I was finally holding her. She was pressing herself against me. Her perfume was all around. She was talking close to my ear. "I'm sorry if I scared you the other day by the pool. I realise I came at you a little bit hard. I was watching you from my bedroom window, and your lean young body gave me all sorts of ideas. As you've seen yesterday I know how to get what I want from men. But I misjudged you." And talking closer to my ear she added "but I still want you, and I'm going to make up for it." At this instant she couldn't not notice the bulge in my trousers. She pressed against it for a second, kissed me on the cheek and ran away leaving standing in the middle of the dance floor.
It took me a second or two to process what was happening but it became very clear. She wanted me but there were a lot of people around. We would need to be discreet. I followed her with my eyes. She was stopped by a couple just a few meters away from me. They didn't chat long but long enough for Mireille to smile and wink at me over the woman's shoulder. She was on the move again and I followed from a distance. But she was stopped once more. Somebody else, asking something else or complimenting her on the food. I didn't hear and didn't care. All that matters to me was how frustrating it was. Suddenly it felt like she would never be able to extract herself from all this people.
But suddenly I had an idea. I walked decidedly towards her and said "Jacques asked me to fetch more wine from the cellar, can you show me where it is?" . "Oh, yes" she said and with that she excused herself from her guests and started walking towards the house once more, with me in tow this time. We were not stopped and I could feel my heart racing as we got closer to the house and further away from people. We entered through the kitchen door and as she guided me to the cellar door she said "I already knew you want me too. It's even more exciting to feel you being enterprising".
She closed the door of the cellar behind us, we walked down the few steps and finally we were alone.
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She turned around to face me. Sensing I was about to say something she placed her fingers across my mouth suggesting I don't.
Without heels she was quite shorter than me. Yet there was not doubt who was in charge.
She looked me straight in the eyes, placed her right hand flat on my crotch and started to gently stroke it through the fabric. With her left hand she was slowly opening each button of her blouse starting with the top one. My cock was so hard it felt uncomfortably squizzed in my trousers. But she carried on stroking. Half way down her blouse and still without a word she reached for my right hand with her left. She guided it to her chest, inside her blouse, around her breast. I wouldn't have known what to do but her hand controlled mine. She made me feel how smooth her skin was and the contrast between her soft plump breast and her pointing hard nipples. As our fingers played with her nipples she tilted her head back and through her slightly open mouth escaped a long moan. I could see how much she was enjoying it and so was I. So much so that I came right there. She must have felt my cock twitching through the fabric as I ejaculated because she didn't leave enough time for the panic to invade me. She simply planted her lips on mine and kissed me passionately calming me down.
And then she murmured "my turn" in my ear. She took a step back. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hands in gentle caresses on my smooth chest. She took 2 more steps back and we were now too far to touch each other. But we could watch. Her eyes firmly planted in mine she was observing. She saw my eyes were being drawn down as with a hand on each side she started slowly lifting her skirt. Up to her waist. She was not wearing panties and from the way the light reflected on her pussies I could see she was very wet. I kept looking and almost didn't notice she was now taking her blouse and bra completely off. She was so voluptuous and so desirable. She let me admired her body a little longer and then moved closer. Once more she reached for my crotch with her right hand. She stroke me a couple of time. I was still hard or hard again...I didn't know at the time. She was observing every reaction on my face. I must have looked both confused and excited. My cheeks must have been bright red. But she carried on guiding me. She expertedly unbuttoned my trousers, lowered my zip and slip her hands inside my pants. It was sticky but it didn't stop her a second. I felt her fingers sliding around before she gripped firmly almost making me scream. With her left hand she reached for my right once more. But this time she guided her to her mouth, she sucked 2 of my fingers languorously looking me straight in the eyes. It felt good. So good in fact that I tried hard not to imagine how it would feel on my cock: I didn't want to come again, not so quick.
She then guided my hand down between her legs. And yes her pussy was wet, very wet. Her lips were absolutely slippery as she ran our fingers the length of them. Her breath shorten a bit and for the first time I truly felt how much her games was exciting her too. She pushed the 2 fingers she licked inside her and she moaned loudly. It was warm and I felt a little squeeze. At this point The expression on her face changed completely. She had been calm, collected, in control, enjoying sensual plays. She now looked animalisticly lustful, determined and almost angry. Even if I wanted there was no stopping her.
She let go off my hand on her pussy first. Then my cock. I realised had this point how strong she was squizzing as my cock was all I could feel at this point.
She placed both her hands on my shoulders and pushed me forcefully down. I lied on my back. The floor was cold and dirty but these feelings were pushed in the background by everything else my body felt at the time.
She placed her feet either side of me and lowered herself down. Her Hands were on my chest, and I felt her wet labia first touching the tip of my cock. I contracted all the muscles of my body hoping I wouldn't come as she let my shaft enter her for the first time. Alas I exploded once more the second I was all inside her. A loud grunt escaped me and my entire body twitched but she seemed not to mind. She simply started a slow motion up and down. I felt myself sliding in and out so easily. My cock was so sensitive by now I couldn't help but grunt every time. I didn't want her to stop though. And neither did she. She was grinding faster instead and it was not very long till I felt a sharp squeeze. Her entire body stiffened for a second and she then fell on me. She lied on top of me motionless for a moment, she then kissed me and stood back up. She got dressed quickly and before she left the room she smiled at me and said: "come back whenever you want!"
And so I did almost every day for the rest of the summer. Mireille gave me a complete education. Step by step.
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