Earlier, I told you about my experience when I returned from the visit to the ski resort in the Alps. You will remember that I told you that one of my dad’s buddies had arranged to take his son, Mario, and me to the resort with him. It had been great in the mountains and the skiing and bobsledding had been incredible. Mario, and I had used every opportunity to score with the girls at the resort. Both of us were inexperienced but it seemed, at the time, that our chance of losing our virginity was good.
And then I had the accident.
I was trying a ski jump when I landed awkwardly and tore the ligaments of my ankle quite badly. This meant a trip to the hospital, where I received treatment, and my ankle was put in a splint. Of course, any more chances to ski were forgotten. I had a date with Jane, the wild English rose, but instead I had to go to the hospital where my ankle bound up and I was issued with a pair of crutches. Mario decided to try his chances with Jane, and he had scored. He had shown me Jane’s stained panties, which he kept to prove that he had had her.
Early on Sunday morning we left to go home. It was quite a long drive for me, as I was in a lot of pain. When we got home, I was taken inside but Mario and his dad decided to drive back to the resort. I was left to fend for myself. Ingrid, our au pair, had to help me up to my room. My folks, and Madame le Tutor, had gone out for the day. She had been very gentle, and mothered me more than was really necessary. She had helped me upstairs and then assisted me in getting undressed and into my pyjamas. Ingrid was older than I was, but she was very sexy. She had invaded my dreams many a night. Of course, having a beautiful girl undress me was unexpected but great and I had suddenly had a raging erection.
She had smiled as she pulled down my shorts and left me exposed with my pulsating member at attention. Her hand had brushed my prick as she pulled on my pyjama shorts. She had told me to finish my changing and had left the room. I thought she was a tease, and started to masturbate. I didn’t hear her come back into my room. She had gone to check that the maid was downstairs, and that the twins were asleep. It was late afternoon. Suddenly, I found myself being seduced. She had stripped naked and started to play with herself. My mouth had gone dry as I watched.
As she caressed herself, the sweet, savoury aroma of her womanhood had assailed my nostrils. Her fingers had stroked and plunged, causing her clit to swell and protrude. Her fingers had become slick with her juices. Then she had commanded me to suck and lick her nipples and breasts. I had hastened to comply. Then she had lain down next to me, spread her legs and invited me to kiss and lick her pussy. She had taken my head between her hands and pushed my face into her saturated cunt. The aroma was delicious. I had kissed and licked. Her taste was sweet and succulent. As I tongue-fucked her, my cock grew harder and harder. She was ready, and so was I.
She pushed me backwards onto the bed. Then she positioned herself over my engorged cock and slowly settled over it. She hovered, my prick head just touching her slick pussy lips. Then, slowly she had begun to lower herself onto my rod. I watched my thick dick slowly sink into the depths of her velvet-lined pussy. The sensation was incredible. We fucked.
Suddenly, she had lost control and started to heave her cunt up and down over the length of my cock. Her movements had turned to a frenzy and her head had jerked as she climaxed. I thought I would come but somehow she had controlled me. Orgasm had followed orgasm as she continued to be impaled on my thick rigid dick. Suddenly, I had come and the thickness of my juice had burst forth and hit the back of her clenching cunt. I continued to throb as my cum spurted into her willing depths.
My ecstasy was short-lived. Just as I had begun to soften, Madame Du Pont had walked into the room. Although night had come, she had come home earlier than expected and the housekeeper had told her of my accident. She had glared at Ingrid.
Ingrid had started to explain but Madame Du Pont has brushed aside her excuses. She had dismissed her and turned to me. Ingrid had hurriedly collected her clothes, slipped on her panties, and left the room. I had rolled over, trying to hide my nakedness. I had clutched for my pyjama pants in a vain attempt to cover myself.
Do you remember that I told you that she had fetched a cloth and had washed Ingrid’s juices off me? Well, I lied!
Madam le Tutor had fetched the washcloth and thrown it at me.
“Clean yourself off,” she had said, haughtily, “and wash your face too. You stink of that woman’s cum.”
I cleaned my face and wiped my cock swiftly. She looked at me as though I was dirt. I had cleaned myself up, and pulled on my pyjama shorts. I was very embarrassed at being caught, but at least I had broken my duck. I was no longer a virgin.
“What are you smiling about?” Madame le Tutor, said, “I suppose you are quite pleased with yourself. I can understand a young man enjoying a sexual encounter, but are you dumb. Don’t you know that you should wear a condom? There are sexually transmitted diseases around, and if the girl is clean, she could still get pregnant. If you want to screw around, protect yourself, and the girl.”
“It just happened, Madame,” I said, shamefacedly. “I didn’t know something like this was going to happen. I haven’t got any condoms,” I added.
“Well, if you are going to become sexually active, you had better get some.”
“That’s going to be tough, until I can get around,” I said, my humour returning. Madame le Tutor didn’t seem as mad as she seemed a little earlier.
“Oh! Do you think I’m going to turn a blind eye to Ingrid’s activities? I’ll be watching her.”
“Oh! Madame! Do you want to deprive a young man?”
“Don’t be cheeky. I’m going to have words with that young lady. And, I’m going to have to come and teach you some things, before you get yourself into trouble. But I haven’t got time now.” With that, she turned and left the room.
I lay back and smiled. I remembered every aspect of my recent encounter with Ingrid. I wondered if I would get the opportunity to experience a repeat performance without Madame le Tutor’s knowledge, or whether she would turn a blind eye. I wonder what she does for sex, I thought.
Some time later, Cook came up to my room with my evening meal.
“Madame le Tutor says that you must take these pills after you have eaten. The Pharmacist has just delivered them for you. Mario’s father left the script at the Pharmacy. You must take two with water, after you have eaten.” She dimpled prettily as she smiled. “Ring the bell, once you have eaten, and I will collect the tray.”
“Mmm! Okay. Thank you,” I murmured.
I had never considered Cook. She was quite succulent, too. Although she was older than Ingrid, she was younger than Madame du Pont. Maybe, if Madame kept me away from Ingrid, I might be able to get a leg over the cook. I ate, desultorily, pushing my food around on the plate. That was something to consider. Maybe I could get regular sex from the two servants. Both of them were buxom and quite sexy. At least I could learn something from them. My thoughts turned to Jane. She was succulent, too. But maybe not as juicy as Ingrid was. I remembered the taste of her juices as my tongue had plundered her crack. My cock twitched at the thought.
I reached for the pills I had been instructed to take. After popping them in my mouth, I lifted the glass of water and drank, greedily. Suddenly I was thirsty. I rang the bell. A few moments later, Cook arrived.
“Could I have some more water, please?” I asked.
“Certainly, Monsieur,” she replied. She reached out and took the glass from off the tray. My eyes strayed to her breasts, which moved saucily underneath her peasant blouse.
“What is your name?” I asked. I supposed that if I was going to try to seduce her, I couldn’t keep calling her ‘Cook.’
