The Ultimate Submission (Jacqueline's Story)
By Gato Medio

Chapter 7

[A weekend with friends]

The week when I would sit the all-important exams was
rapidly approaching. There was just one weekend left to
get ready. But Mirabelle and Sylvie didn't intend to
spend the weekend studying. They agreed with their
parents that it was better to clear the mind from all
exam worries than to cram until the last minute, and
planned to spend the weekend in the mountain hut. They
would leave Friday afternoon and return on Sunday.
Mirabelle told me with a wink that I was welcome to join
them.

None of us had a driver's license and getting there by
public transport would be more complicated than the car
journey of about two hours. First we would have to take a
train to Paris, then cross the town to get to _Gare du
Nord_ from where we would take another train to Tracy-le-
Mont. From there it would be a hike of roughly half an
hour to the hut. I told Mirabelle that I would travel to
Paris with them but planned to spend the weekend in the
capital.

After getting permission from my parents, I phoned Ramon
with the good news. He told me to go to _Gare du Nord_
with my friends, he would meet me there. "I know a very
nice restaurant nearby, called '_La Marmite_'. We'll have
an early dinner there and then we can spend the rest of
the evening together without any interruptions."

When I told my friends that Ramon had invited me for
dinner at a place called '_La Marmite_', Sylvie's eyes
widened. "_La Marmite!_ That's one of the best
restaurants in Paris. That's where the rich and famous
go! What are you going to wear? You can't walk in there
with your hiking boots!"

I did a mental search of my wardrobe but couldn't think
of anything suitable for such a place. I discarded the
idea of wearing the outfit Charlotte had given me for the
evening at '_Le Club_' a second time. When I told them, I
didn't have anything suitable to wear and would ask Ramon
to take me to a simpler place, Sylvie decided this wasn't
an option. She volunteered to lend me one of her dresses,
but warned me it might look a little short on me and it
might feel quite tight around my chest. I accepted her
offer without having seen the dress she had in mind.
Sylvie would bring it with her when we met for the
journey to Paris.

                         -----

When I left my travel companions at _Gare du Nord_, I
wished them an enjoyable weekend and they wished me the
same. They said they wanted to meet Ramon and insisted
that I bring him to the waterfall the following day. I
promised to try but said I couldn't guarantee we'd
actually come. Both of them had listened with a certain
amount of scepticism to my stories about the size of
Ramon's penis and probably thought a visit to the
waterfall would give them a chance to check how much I
had exaggerated. Mirabelle gave me detailed instructions
on how to find the hut, just in case.

In the tiny booth inside the ladies' toilets, I took off
my hiking clothes and took out the dress which Sylvie had
brought along for me to wear. I could imagine how
attractive she would look wearing this dress: thin
shoulder straps, a deep cleavage and a narrow skirt. I
decided to wear the dress right on my naked skin, with
nothing underneath. As I pulled it over my head, I could
feel that it would be a tight squeeze for my breasts.
There wasn't any mirror inside the booth so I had to go
to the sink area to see myself. I was pleased; the dress
made me look really sexy, showing off my full breasts, my
womanly hips, and covering my thighs only halfway down. I
put on a little make-up and went to meet Ramon.

                         -----

'_La Marmite_', in spite of its humble name, is one of
the most luxurious Gourmet restaurants in Paris. At the
time we arrived the customers consisted mostly of
business executives on travel expenses. Later in the
evening there would be a completely different clientele.
This is when elegantly dressed amorous couples come here
for a meal between love bouts. I remembered having once
read an article which stated that in Paris the most
popular time for making love was before dinner. This, the
author concluded, explained why Parisians ate so late -
and so much.

When we were lead to our table, heads turned our way. I
could feel the other guest's eyes on my flimsy dress and
on everything that lay underneath it. When I sat down I
realized how short Sylvie's dress was. It was almost
impossible to find a comfortable position without risking
that someone could get a glimpse at my pussy.

When our starters arrived I asked Ramon, "How is the
Coquilles St. Jacques?" because that's what he was
having.

"Oh, very good," he replied, "and how is the coquille of
Sainte Jacqueline?"

His question stunned me for a moment, then I said, "Hot
and juicy, waiting for the visit from a big fish. Would
you like to taste it?"

I couldn't believe I was saying this, but as he answered,
"Yes, I would like that very much," I felt I had no
choice. I moved the hem of my dress up a little further,
then plunged two fingers into my pussy and pulled them
out again, checking if anybody had seen what was going
on. I offered Ramon my fingers across the table and he
licked them eagerly and sucked them into his mouth.

"Hmm," he said, "that tastes lovely. I think I'll have
some of that for desert."

"Only some of it?" I enquired.

"Well, actually, I think I'll have all of it. And
everything that comes with it."

I closed my eyes, casting my mind back to the first night
we spent together and how he had devoured my pussy and
everything that came with it.

Ramon brought me back to the present, saying, "Your
nipples are about to burn two holes into your dress."

I looked at myself and found that the tight dress was
clinging to my breasts like a second skin, moulding their
shape perfectly. My dark areolas were clearly visible
through the thin fabric and my swollen nipples were
putting a severe strain on it. I felt uncomfortable.
Maybe my exhibitionist streak had got the better of me.

"Do you think I look like a slut?" I asked.

"I don't like that word. It belongs in the vocabulary of
hypocrites," he answered. "When a woman uses her physical
assets to gain an advantage, they call her a whore, when
she has sex for her own enjoyment, they call her a slut.
What do they want? A woman accepting sex as a necessary
evil, as part of the duties of a devout wife? No, I think
you look very seductive."

While we were eating our main course, he elaborated on
his answer. "The whole question of clothes, particularly
women's attire, is part of a game of hide and seek, or
better, hide and reveal. A woman decides what to wear by
a number of criteria. It must make her feel good; the
parts which are in direct contact with her body must
touch her in a way to remind her that she is a sensual
being; the clothes must hug her figure, make her feel
attractive, desirable.

"This feeling of being attractive changes her appearance,
her attitude to her surroundings. She gives the
impression of someone who wants to be noticed, who wants
to be complimented on her good looks, either in words or
by glances, and in order to make sure she is noticed she
selects clothes which reveal some of her beauty but hide
the rest.

"The man who is lucky enough to meet such a woman, feasts
his eyes on the parts which are revealed and pictures the
hidden parts in his imagination. In our fantasy
everything is perfect, so the woman, even though she may
have some flaws - not everybody can be as perfect as you
- turns into a goddess, which the man sets out to
conquer.

"When the woman realizes that she is being desired by the
man, her body reacts. The heart starts to beat faster,
pumping more blood into her veins. She blushes, her whole
body tingles with desire, her breasts swell, her
breathing becomes deeper, the nipples harden and her
pussy starts to get moist."

"My god," I said, "you almost made me come just by
talking about my body."

In fact, I was experiencing all the sensations he had
listed, only much, much stronger than any words could
describe.

"The man," he continued, "notices this change in the
woman and reacts to it. His heart also beats harder,
pumping more blood into his penis and it gets hard."

"Is your cock hard?" I interrupted his flow.

Heads on the table near us were turning. In my excitement
I had spoken much louder than necessary.

"It's almost lifting the table," he said with a smile.

Oh, how I wanted to push this table out of the way,
release his cock from its prison and let him make love to
me there and then on the floor of this posh restaurant!

Ramon must have sensed how excited I was, how desperate I
wanted him to fuck me. He tried to cool things down a
little, continuing his observations.

"It's quite possible that the reason why women sometimes
take so long to get ready, why they stand in front of
their wardrobe, agonizing about what to wear, is because
they want to get this chemistry going. They want to be
dressed to attract the male. Men don't have this problem.
On the whole, one could say the human species survives
because the female attracts, not because the male
conquers. Some people may not like me saying this, but
women are really the stronger sex. Men have all the fun
and hardly any work. The only thing they contribute to
the survival of the species is their seed."

I was amazed. His views weren't all that different from
those of Charlotte. But she didn't think men were able to
give women any pleasure in the process. And that's where
she was wrong. I was definitely looking forward to
another memorable night with the 'useless male' sitting
across the table from me.

                         -----

Ramon kissed me and traced the shape of my body with his
hands but didn't seem to have any intention of removing
my dress. He carried me up the stairs, put me down on the
bed, undressed and lay down next to me.

He said, "I want you to make love to me while you're
still wearing this seductive dress."

He lay on his back, his eager member poking holes into
the air. He pulled me on top of him and lifted the hem of
my dress just enough to allow me to straddle him and
position the head of his cock at the entrance of my
pussy. His size wasn't as much of a problem as it had
been on our first encounter, but he still filled me to
the maximum and it took some patient wriggling and
grinding until I was able to take his full length. It was
a wonderful sensation, being fully impaled on his cock
yet completely in control.

"You look unbelievably sexy." He smiled at me, "Fully
dressed, but completely available. I think you deserve to
see yourself."

He pushed a button somewhere in the top part of the bed.
Some of the panels which I had taken for a textile wall-
covering slid to the side, revealing the mirror-covered
wall. I barely recognized the woman I saw in that mirror:
she was an irresistible seductress, wearing a dress which
emphasised every curve in her body. Her breasts were
putting a severe strain on the fabric and her nipples
were almost piercing the dress. She was exactly the kind
of woman my father would have called a wanton slut.

But I was completely insensitive to my father's twisted
value system. All my senses were concentrated on the
enormous pleasure I felt having Ramon's cock deeply
rooted between my legs. I ran my hands over my breasts,
lingering a little on my nipples and then moved down,
wanting to play with my clitoris. But as I lifted the hem
of the dress, Ramon stopped me. "No, no, my dear. We
don't want any gratuitous nudity here. This is a
respectable bed."

As I rocked gently back and forth, I could feel his cock
move inside me ever so slightly. Gradually, my movements
picked up speed, but I never let things go too far. I
wanted to make this last forever. I felt like I could
spend the rest of my life with his cock buried deep
inside me. Seeing how much I enjoyed being in control,
Ramon taught me how I could 'milk his cock', as he called
it, by contracting my pussy muscles around his member.

"There isn't a man in the world who can resist this for
very long," he told me. I tried it, but was careful to
stop whenever I felt he was about to come. I gave him a
few minutes rest and then started again to knead his cock
in my tight love tunnel. When I thought I had played my
cruel game long enough I rode him with vigour and
determination. I lifted myself up and then plunged down
on his cock. He arched his back up and shot his load deep
into my soaking wet pussy. I thought the flow of hot
semen and my waves of orgasm would never end. Exhausted,
I collapsed on top of him. After a while Ramon helped me
take off Sylvie's dress. I spent the rest of the night in
my 'normal' naked state.

When we woke up the next morning we prepared a cock-and-
pussy sandwich - Ramon feeding me his cock while he
devoured my pussy. After a hearty breakfast we set off
for Tracy-le-Mont to meet Sylvie and Mirabelle and their
boyfriends - I had managed to persuade Ramon to accept
their invitation.

                         -----

There was no sign of anybody at the hut when we got
there. We assumed they had gone to the waterfall and
followed the path which started near the hut, winding its
way upward through lush vegetation until we could hear
the sound of water cascading down into a pond. On the
clearing next to the pond we could see two naked couples
lying in the grass, making love, oblivious to anything
going on around them. Apparently, the two boys were
staying in the hut with their girlfriends and hadn't
bothered to put up the tent. That meant they no longer
had the shelter of the tent and had to make love in the
open air, in full view of each other and anybody else who
might happen to pass by.

I was tempted to just walk into the clearing and announce
our arrival, probably giving them a little fright in the
process, but Ramon stopped me.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want to be interrupted so rudely
when you're enjoying yourself."

So we settled down under some trees near the edge of the
clearing, where we could watch what was going on without
being noticed. Seeing those four naked bodies, seeing my
best friends being fucked in the open air, and knowing
that there was a risk, no matter how small, that they
might be discovered by some hiker, aroused me
tremendously. I tried to undress Ramon and start our own
love-making session right there, but he shushed me and
told me to be patient. Eventually I settled on sitting in
front of him, so I could rub my bottom against his
awakening cock and give him a chance to slide his hands
underneath my blouse and play with my breasts while we
watched the two couples in action.

I was already getting quite horny and could distinctly
feel Ramon's erection when Mirabelle's partner got up and
ran into the water. She followed him soon after. Then
Sylvie and her partner joined them in the pool. Since
they were no longer making love, Ramon thought it okay to
come out of our hiding place but suggested I go first on
my own.

As I stepped into the clearing, waving to Sylvie and
Mirabelle, the two boys looked slightly alarmed, not
knowing what to make of my sudden appearance in their
secret spot. They relaxed when the girls told them I was
the friend they had been expecting.

Mirabelle asked, "Didn't you bring your boyfriend?"

"I did. He's waiting behind the trees. We didn't know if
it's okay for him to see you like this."

Mirabelle and Sylvie looked at each other, then they
shrugged and said, "Why not?"

Ramon had heard our exchange and came out from behind the
trees, shouting hello to everybody and introducing
himself. Mirabelle told him everybody's names and invited
us into the water. I didn't need a second invitation to
get undressed. As I did, I noticed that both Jean-Paul
and Guy watched me with great interest.

It turned out that Ramon had - without me noticing it -
put on a pair of swimming trunks back at his apartment.
He walked towards the water and didn't seem to have any
intention of taking off his trunks, which caused a huge
storm of protest from everybody, including myself. Bowing
to the 'popular request', as he called it, he took off
his trunks, smiling. He had been teasing us to see how my
friends would react. His cock was no longer hard but I
could see Mirabelle and Sylvie staring at him, open-
mouthed.

But as we joined the rest of the group in the cold water,
his member shrank rapidly. In fact, I don't think I had
ever seen it that small. I still remember how I got
worried, wondering whether it would ever recover its
normal size. But when we left the pool and dried each
other with the towels we had brought along, it grew
rapidly and I could soon feel its tip poking against my
abdomen. We were the first couple to find a comfortable
spot in the grass.

It was the first time I made love in the open air (I
didn't count the couple of stunts beneath the bushes in
the park in Villiers as love making) and I got a
tremendous turn-on from this close contact with nature.
It was also the first time that other people could
actually watch while Ramon fucked me, although everybody
behaved very civilized and kept their distance from the
other couples. Sylvie and Mirabelle confessed later that
they did occasionally check what we were doing and I
admitted that I had been glancing at them too.

During one of the breaks Guy produced a camera and asked
me to take a picture of the four standing side by side
with the waterfall and pond in the background. I also
took pictures of each couple in a more intimate position.
Then Guy took some pictures of the 'three graces' and
eventually they wanted to snap me and Ramon. We stood
there facing the camera, Ramon's arm around my shoulders
and my arm around his waist. Guy thought this was too
tame and wanted a more sexy position. I just knelt down
and took Ramon's cock into my mouth which drew some gasps
from Sylvie, and Mirabelle joked, "Are you going to show
this one to your dad, Jacqueline?"

The mention of my father made me suggest to take a
picture of the three women fully clothed so I could show
something to my parents. Everybody else grumbled at the
idea but in the end Sylvie and Mirabelle agreed to get
dressed for a respectable photograph with me. As soon as
that was accomplished we shed our clothes again and
returned to our sex games with our respective partners.
We enjoyed ourselves until the sunlight started to fade.
Then we got dressed and returned to the hut. Ramon and I
got back into his car and returned to Paris.

                         -----

_Puchero Argentino_, or simply _Puchero_, is considered
the national dish of Argentina. It is a combination of
various types of meat, several kinds of vegetables and
chick peas, all stewed together. It's hardly ever
prepared by just one person and never eaten alone.
Friends and family members get together to cook it, and
later share it. It's more than just a meal, it's a
celebration of life.

That's what Ramon taught me on our way back to Paris.

This short lesson on Argentine cuisine was followed by
the announcement that his friends Pablo and Rui would be
coming to the apartment the next day and the three would
prepare their national dish. I wouldn't need to do
anything, just enjoy the finished product. I wasn't very
pleased about the prospect of not having Ramon to myself,
but we had just spent most of the day in the company of
my friends. How could I possibly object to spending a day
with his friends?

It may have been my fear of being deprived of his
undivided attention which made me start our carnal
celebrations early the following morning. I didn't stay
in bed, as I usually did, when I heard him rise. I got up
as well and soon pinned him down on a chair, wiggling my
breasts in front of his face, inviting him to kiss them
and mounting his cock. Oh, how I loved the feeling of
having his hardness planted deep inside me. It was one of
the things in life I thought - and still think - I could
never get enough of. How wrong Charlotte had been with
her tirades against the 'penetration conspiration'!
Wasn't that what the female body was made for? To give
shelter to these wonderful male aggressors?

I had been sliding up and down on Ramon's shaft for some
time when the doorbell rang. I didn't feel like stopping
so soon and Ramon didn't make a move.

"Don't worry," he said, "they've got a key." That solved
one problem, but could I just carry on as if nothing had
happened? Ramon had frowned upon me hiding from his
friend Pablo just because I was naked, but could we just
let the two watch us making love? Well, wasn't that what
we had done yesterday - make love in full view of
everybody else? Yes, but then we weren't the only ones.
The others were doing the same thing. How would Pablo and
Rui react when they saw me fucking their friend?

Ramon must have read my thoughts because he said, "I'll
send them to the kitchen." That solved my dilemma - at
least for the moment.

I had my back to the door and didn't see them enter, but
they could clearly see us and knew immediately what we
were up to.

"Sorry, don't let us interrupt you," someone said. And
Ramon answered, "Make yourself useful and prepare
breakfast for all of us. I've been too busy to do it."

I hated the idea of interrupting our love-making, of
stopping without having reached a climax, but I realized
that I wouldn't be able to carry on as if they didn't
exist. It wasn't that I felt apprehensive about them
seeing me naked. I was a little worried about what they
might think of me if they saw me ride Ramon's cock in
shameless pursuit of my orgasm, but the main reason was
that I didn't want to appear selfish, occupying Ramon
exclusively for my own enjoyment. I decided to let both
of us experience a satisfying orgasm before we joined his
friends for breakfast. Using the technique Ramon had
taught me only a couple of days ago, I squeezed and
kneaded his cock with my pussy muscles. I could tell from
his face that I was achieving the desired effect. Just as
he had said, there isn't a man in the world who can
resist.

Ramon was swept away by the pleasure I was inflicting on
him as I rode his rod, moving rapidly up and down,
causing his cock to thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I
reached my climax as he shot his hot sperm into my pussy.
He kissed me tenderly, as if to thank me for the good
deed I had done to him.

I knew I wouldn't feel comfortable meeting his friends
with the mixture of our love fluids oozing from my pussy,
so I decided to have a quick shower before joining them.
While I was in the shower, Ramon came into the bathroom
and told me that one important ingredient for the
_Puchero_ was still missing. He was going to look for it,
but it might take some time, this being a Sunday. In any
case, he would be back as soon as possible. But, not to
worry, Pablo and Rui would look after me.

I found the last part a little strange. Why would they
need to look after me? At this stage, I knew my way
around the apartment. It had become my home away from
home for the last three weekends. It was probably just
his way of reassuring me that I wouldn't be left on my
own.

The knowledge that I would be in the company of his two
friends - one of whom I hadn't even met yet - without
Ramon being present, gave me a new dilemma. Could I just
walk out of here without a stitch on and join them for
breakfast? What would they think of me? Should I get
dressed like 'normal' people do when they meet someone
they hardly know? I decided to opt for a middle path. I
wrapped myself in a towel which I fastened in front. This
way, I was covered but I kept casual about it.

Pablo and Rui had already finished their breakfast and
were preparing a few things for the big meal they were
going to cook. They had laid one place on the table for
me and put a single red rose on my plate. Pablo
introduced me to Rui as '_la chica mas guapa del mundo_'
- the most beautiful girl in the world. As I was digging
into my breakfast - it's amazing how good sex stimulates
your appetite - they told me a little about themselves
and I took the opportunity to have a good look at Rui and
a second look at Pablo. On our first encounter I had only
looked at him superficially; my mind had been occupied
with other things.

                         -----

Argentina is a far away country and, like most of my
compatriots, I knew very little about it before I met
Ramon. My knowledge had been limited to the usual
stereotypes: Huge cattle herds roaming on the wide open
pampas, the untamed beauty of Patagonia, the legendary
figure of Evita Peron, Buenos Aires, the capital, with
her many references to European architecture - and, of
course, tango.

Looking at Rui made me think of tango, that strangely
sensual dance, performed by people whose mask-like faces
do not betray any emotion as they move about with
dramatic abruptness. Rui's face had the steely quality of
those tango dancers' faces. His eyes pierced right
through my towel; I could feel them on my skin, they made
me blush. I had thought I was long past the stage when
someone simply looking at me could have that effect, but
I was wrong. Rui's insistent stare made my skin tingle
all over.

Rui was of a smaller stature than Ramon and Pablo, but
that didn't make him less impressive. He wore a tight-
fitting T-shirt which emphasised his muscular torso, the
short sleeves were just large enough to accommodate his
considerable biceps. 'Piercing' is also the attribute I
would give to the erection he sported. I had made it a
habit to check out that department as well when I met a
man. His penis pushed quite unashamedly against his thin
cotton trousers, making me wonder what it might feel like
to be pierced by this spike. (I chastised myself
immediately for this thought, calling myself a horny
bitch.)

I remembered that Rui had been 'otherwise engaged' the
previous Sunday, when Pablo stopped by on his own, and I
could understand that women might be queuing up to spend
the rest of the night with him. Rui was the drummer of
the group and his muscles were in part the result of
hours and hours of studying, rehearsing, experimenting
and trying to produce new, different sounds from his drum
kit.

Pablo was the bass player. Not the electric bass, he
preferred the traditional, wooden instrument. He was
taller than Rui, rounder, just like his instrument.
Physically he could be described as an 'ordinary guy' who
wouldn't stand out in a crowd. He impressed more by his
outgoing manner, his warmth, his charm, his friendly
smile - and he also had a considerable erection in his
trousers. I asked myself whether Argentinos were just
exceptionally horny by nature, or whether I had this
effect on them.

Somehow, almost inevitably, the conversation turned to
sex. I asked them what they thought of French women
compared to the women in their home country, only to be
asked in return what I thought of Argentinian men. When I
replied that so far I knew only one but I had no
complaints, Pablo asked if I wanted to know a couple
more. This seemed to have been the cue, because the two
now started taking off their clothes, slowly, sensually,
never taking their eyes off me. When they were down to
their bare skin, I could confirm that both of them had
indeed huge erections waving in front of them.

Their members didn't quite reach the size of Ramon's cock
but they were big by any standard, large enough to
satisfy even the most demanding woman. Rui's cock
impressed me particularly by its hardness, it was rigid
like a bar of steel. There didn't seem to be an ounce of
excess fat on his entire body.

I nearly panicked when the two came towards me. They
wouldn't, would they? They were close friends of Ramon,
they even had the key to his apartment. They wouldn't use
his temporary absence to seduce his girlfriend? Oblivious
to my thoughts about what they would or wouldn't, could
or couldn't do, Rui pulled the towel off me. Then the two
carried me up the steps and put me down on the bed.

Four hands and two mouths touched, kissed, caressed,
stroked, licked, squeezed and sucked every part of my
body: my face, my lips, my feet, my neck, my shoulders,
my legs, my breasts and nipples, my thighs, my belly, my
bottom and finally my pussy.

Was this rape? I would have a hard time convincing
anybody or myself that I didn't want this to happen, that
I didn't want them to do what they did, that I wanted
them to stop. But one part of me was horrified and
disgusted. How could they do this? How could they betray
Ramon's trust, take advantage of his absence and take
liberties with his girl?

How could I let them do this? Sure, there were two of
them and they were stronger than me, but why didn't I at
least protest? Why didn't I struggle, scream, kick,
scratch? I belonged to Ramon, to Ramon alone. I had
decided that by myself. How could I be so assenting? This
inner voice became weaker as the caresses intensified,
became more intimate, as my breathing accelerated, as my
arousal mounted.

The two went about their business efficiently but without
haste. Pablo concentrated his efforts on my breasts and
nipples while Rui buried his head between my legs and
gave my pussy his full attention. Together they brought
me to a state of utter bliss. I was writhing on the bed,
bucking and arching my back to intensify the contact with
their mouths.

I experienced several orgasms but this did nothing to
reduce my desire. I saw their stiff cocks wave in front
of them but they didn't seem to have any intention of
putting them to good use.

When I could no longer bear the excitement, I gasped,
"Fuck me, please!"

They looked at me in mock surprise, each one going, "Who?
Me?"

I wasn't in a condition to make a decision, to chose who
would be first. I knew that I wanted to feel both of them
inside me, it didn't matter who was first.

"Yes, you! And you! Both of you! Anybody! Please!" I
urged them on.

Rui decided to put me out of my agony. He slid his cock
inside my wet pussy. It was hard as steel as I had
expected. He fucked me without mercy, with long, deep
strokes. My excitement had build up to a level where my
climax was only seconds away. Pablo's hands and mouth on
my nipples did the rest. I came to a screaming orgasm.

Rui wanted his friend Pablo to share in the fun and
rearranged our positions. He turned me around and lifted
me up until I was on all fours. Then he slid beneath me
and fed me his cock, still glistening with my own pussy
juices. Pablo knelt down behind me and entered my hungry
pussy doggy-style. The new sensation of having two men
inside me was overwhelming. As Pablo drove his cock deep
inside me, I sucked the one in my mouth with enthusiasm
and determination. Each thrust by Pablo drove Rui's cock
deeper into my mouth. It soon erupted, filling my mouth
with his hot seed. Pablo climaxed soon afterwards, his
juice gushing into my already soaking wet pussy. It made
me come in sympathy. We collapsed on the bed, gasping for
air.

"My turn."

That was Ramon's voice. I froze. I hadn't heard him
return. I didn't know how long he had already been there,
watching. But even if it had only been a couple of
minutes he would have seen clearly what a disgusting slut
I was. And how his best friends had betrayed his trust. I
was ready to kneel in front of him and beg his
forgiveness. But he just rolled me onto my back and
climbed on top of me.

"Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be unfaithful to
you," I pleaded. I realized that this might be putting
the blame on his friends and I added, "It wasn't anyone's
fault. It just happened."

"Don't talk about it, just enjoy yourself."

I was dumbstruck. Was that all he was going to say?
Wasn't he going to chastise me, call me a whore, a damn
cheat? Wasn't he going to get angry with Pablo and Rui?
The only thing he'd told them was to get busy in the
kitchen, otherwise there wouldn't be any lunch. He kissed
my mouth which had only moments ago swallowed Rui's
semen. His cock entered my pussy still overflowing with
Pablo's juices. I felt so small, faced with so much
generosity. I felt terribly ashamed of myself.

But soon my mind was fully occupied with what he did to
me. Ramon fucked me like only he could. Starting with
almost imperceptible gyrations of his hips, increasing
speed and force by miniscule step after miniscule step
until he had me thrashing on the bed in one long
continuous orgasm, gasping, moaning, begging him to
thrust deeper and even deeper. He had a way of giving me
pleasure which brought me close to insanity - and to keep
me there for as long as he wanted. When he was about to
come he took his cock out of my pussy and sprayed my
belly, my breasts, my neck, my face with his delicious
cum. Then he accompanied me to the bathroom and watched
as I cleaned myself. When I had finished, he took me by
my arm and guided me back towards the bed.

He stopped just a little before we got to the bed and
shouted towards the kitchen, "Who's next?"

At this moment, I started to realize what was going on. I
had been set up! They had planned it all! They were
enacting the fantasy I had told Ramon about, a scenario
where a naked woman was locked up in a cage and used by a
group of men whenever and however they felt like. Pablo
and Rui weren't betraying his friendship, they were
helping me realize my fantasy.

Quite possibly, the story about Ramon having to go
looking for a missing ingredient wasn't true. He had
never left the apartment and had been watching me all the
time! The only thing that was missing was the cage, but
they replaced that by keeping constant watch over me.
There was always someone with me, even when I needed to
use the toilet. Having to perform my bodily functions
under the watchful eye of one of my 'wardens' was a
humiliating experience.

Maybe it was just that I perceived things in a different
way after I knew what was going on, but it seemed to me
that their behaviour towards me changed. They had started
out seducing me, now they were using me. In the beginning
I gave myself to them, now they took me: when they
wanted, how they wanted, as often as they wanted. I felt
completely at their mercy, an object of their lust. It
was exactly this sensation of powerlessness, of having to
endure whatever they decided, which had fascinated me
about this scenario when I first saw it in Charlotte's
magazine. Now I was experiencing it in my own skin. Rui
was next. After him Pablo fucked me and then it was
Ramon's turn again. I thanked him for letting me
experience this feeling of submission and enslavement.

"You don't know yet if this is something you'll want to
thank me for," he replied, pounding his cock deep inside
me. I still felt some pangs of remorse about how I had
behaved in the beginning, before I understood what they
were doing. Sex slaves are supposed to struggle, protest,
plea for mercy or suffer quietly. But I had shown openly
how much I enjoyed their treatment, I had even begged
them to fuck me. Did Ramon now think of me as a wanton
slut?

When lunch was ready - there were always two men working
in the kitchen while one of them was working inside me -
they allowed me to take a shower, with all three of them
watching. I ate my meal sitting on Rui's lap, impaled on
his rod of steel, his hands squeezing and twisting my
nipples. The other two men fed me like a child. They put
the tastiest pieces, the juiciest morsels into my mouth,
gave me wine to sip and wiped my lips and chin whenever I
spilt something. When they told me I needed to eat well
to endure what was still to come I became a little
apprehensive. There was no longer any kitchen work to be
done and the three of them were able to concentrate their
efforts on me. I found that after lunch, I always had one
cock in my mouth while another one ravaged my pussy. When
one cock shot its load, another one would immediately
take its place.

At one point, I was sucking Rui and riding Pablo who lay
on his back below me - or maybe it was the other way
around - I felt a hand pushing my buttocks apart and
finding my anus. Another hand applied a cool jelly and a
finger pushed into my rear hole. It was Ramon, trying to
get me ready so he could thrust his cock where his finger
was. I froze.

I let Rui's cock slip from my mouth. "Please, not there,
not now!" I begged with terror in my voice. Ramon
retreated. I realized that 'real' captors wouldn't think
twice about penetrating their captive against her will.
Should Ramon have done the same? I was glad that he had
decided to bend the rules and listen to my plea. But I
also felt bad about chickening out for the second time.

Later, when it was Ramon's turn to fuck me, I whispered
into his ear how grateful I was for his leniency. He just
said, "It's no big deal. You just have to realize that
you're depriving yourself of the chance to have three men
inside you at the same time."

Three men? Three cocks! The thought fascinated me. I
decided I wanted to experience this. Not today, but some
time soon.

Their physical strength seemed to be unlimited, but their
sexual prowess had its limits, which meant it took
increasingly longer for them to come. As a result they
fucked me longer and harder each time, pounding their
cocks inside me relentlessly, without mercy. I was
exhausted and felt my pussy getting sore, but I wasn't
going to beg them to stop. I was their slave, wasn't I?

My ordeal ended when the doorbell rang and Sylvie and
Mirabelle announced that they had arrived. Ramon had
given them his address and suggested they stop by on
their way back. He would give the three of us a lift to
Villiers. The men got dressed and sent me to the bathroom
to freshen up. My legs felt wobbly, I had difficulty
walking straight. I needed a good soak in the bathtub to
reduce the swelling of my pussy lips. But I didn't feel
quite as sore as I had felt after my first night with
Ramon. I was grateful that there had been 'only' three
captors and not six or eight men as in my fantasy.

When I felt a little restored I set about gathering my
clothes together which had been left at various points in
the apartment, including the kitchen where Sylvie and
Mirabelle had settled down and agreed to try the
authentic _Puchero Argentino_, prepared by three handsome
Argentinos, along with a glass of Argentinian red wine.
They were engaged in a lively conversation. I noticed the
surprise on Sylvie's face when I walked into the kitchen
without a stitch on, picked up my skirt and slipped it on
without putting on any panties. My pussy wasn't in a
condition to have direct contact with any textile.

I wondered how she would have reacted if she knew what I
had been doing while the Puchero was prepared. Sylvie and
Rui seemed to get along well with each other and
Mirabelle even exchanged phone numbers with Pablo. When I
had gathered all my things together, we said goodbye to
Rui and Pablo and set off for Villiers.

                         -----

Mirabelle who is the more extrovert of the three of us
was keen to find out a little more about Ramon - and his
friends - and used the journey to ask Ramon lots of
questions.

"What does it feel like to be in a car with three
attractive young ladies?" she asked to get the
conversation started.

"Oh, I'm feeling very comfortable. I think I'm past the
stage where I would blush or get all flustered."

"I suppose in your line of work it's not so unusual to be
surrounded by beautiful young females with hardly a
stitch on. I don't mean now, but yesterday you had a
chance to see all of us in our natural state."

I couldn't believe this. Was she fishing for compliments
on her looks? Did she expect some statement that he
really felt like making love to all three of us?

"It's funny, how people react when I tell them that I
design sexy lingerie for a living. They either think I
must be gay, or they imagine I spend day and night
surrounded by half a dozen of scantily dressed nymphs.
The truth is much more down to earth. My sex life is
really quite unremarkable - boring actually."

Mirabelle laughed, "I didn't get the impression that your
sex life was boring - on the contrary. And I don't think
my friend Jacqueline would describe what you do to her as
unremarkable - and she wouldn't like it if you called her
down-to-earth."

Mirabelle surprised me. Only a few weeks ago she had felt
uncomfortable about pronouncing the word 'pussy' to me
and now she was openly provoking a conversation about sex
- with a man she hardly knew. The open-air romp and the
opportunity to watch others 'doing it' had certainly
loosened her up a lot.

I felt a little uncomfortable about the way the
conversation was going. I still felt a little guilty
about what had happened between me and Ramon's friends
and I hadn't had a chance to find out how he felt about
it. The unfinished business made me feel on edge.

"What would you say was your most exciting experience so
far?"

I gasped. This was something I wanted to know as well,
but I hadn't had the guts to ask him. And I was supposed
to be the one who was intimate with Ramon!

He didn't seem to mind. "It's impossible to say which
experience was the best, the most exciting, or something
like that. Each experience is unique, incomparable. But
as we started off by talking about how I feel being the
only man among attractive young ladies, I'll tell you a
story about how I once was raped by four women."

"Raped? I can't believe that." Mirabelle exclaimed. I
started to wonder if she had had too much to drink.

"This happened quite a few years ago, back in Buenos
Aires," Ramon started. "I was much younger then, and a
lot less experienced as far as women are concerned. I had
a relatively boring day job at a major clothes
manufacturer and in my spare time I designed erotic
underwear for women. It was probably more than just
erotic; lewd or obscene might have been more appropriate
words. I hadn't yet learned the difference between
enticing and vulgar. Anyway, there was this 'girlie'
magazine ..."

"You mean porno?," Mirabelle interrupted him.

"Not really. Well, I suppose it depends on what your
definition of pornography is. This particular magazine
didn't show any sexual acts - I think that would have
been illegal under the military rule - it only showed
sexy women flaunting their beauty in a very direct way.

"To come back to the story: This photographer had seen
some of the 'erotic' garments I had produced and wanted
to do a photo story around them. There would be models
wearing the pieces and then gradually removing them until
they were completely naked. He asked me to come along to
the photo session, in case there was a need for any last
minute adjustments, and I agreed.

"There were four models, the photographer, another man
looking after the lighting effects and me. I hope you
don't mind my saying so, but those four models were
really gorgeous. I hadn't met any women so openly sexy
before, and now, suddenly there were four of them, right
in front of me.

"Like most people, I had some preconceived ideas about
'this kind of woman'. That they only did 'this kind of
thing' because they had fallen on hardship and couldn't
find any other way out, or that they looked at it as a
profession like any other and went about it very business-
like. But those four told me that it was the best thing
that ever happened to them. They earned good money and
were able to enjoy themselves at the same time.

"The beginning of the photo session was quite tame. Each
of the models started off wearing some of the garments I
had designed. They were mainly bras and panties, but also
a corset and a garter belt, if I remember correctly. The
clothes were all very sexy, but some were more revealing
than others. There weren't any changing facilities, but
they didn't mind in the least taking off their clothes
right in front of me and displaying their charms. It
almost seemed that they were getting a kick out of seeing
me stare at them.

"The second part of the session, when they partially
removed their clothes, was the most torturous for me.
There were pictures which showed a bra that had slid down
just enough to reveal a nipple. Another shot showed the
panties being pulled inside the woman's pussy with her
pussy lips showing on either side of the textile. It was
my job to adjust the clothes so that the desired visual
effect was achieved.

"I remember that my hands trembled when I touched the
most intimate parts of these sex goddesses. And, of
course, I had a huge erection which anyone but a blind
person could see. At least I didn't have to get involved
in the final part when the four were completely naked.
But it didn't help my excitement when I watched them
'making love to the camera', caressing their breasts,
playing with their nipples, spreading their legs to
display the most intimate details of their pussies,
holding their pussy lips open and playing with their
clits, and looking seductive as hell throughout.

"When the photographer told them they could get dressed,
I saw them whisper something to each other, then all four
came towards me. I didn't know what had hit me when they
lifted me up and carried me to the bed where the pictures
had been taken. I tried to resist - God knows why - but
three of them held me down while the fourth undid my fly,
released my cock and lowered her wet pussy onto me.

"I didn't last long before I came, but the woman riding
me probably hadn't expected anything else. I wasn't
completely inexperienced. In fact, to design the garments
they had displayed so lasciviously I had studied the
female anatomy in great detail and taken exact measures
on my girlfriend. I knew everything a woman has to hide
and to reveal. But I had never felt this excited in my
life.

"My ordeal wasn't over after my rapturess released me.
They stripped me naked and then they made me watch two of
them make love to each other while the other two held me
down. At this stage, it wasn't really necessary to hold
me. I had already conceded defeat and was ready to endure
whatever they had in store for me.

"The sight of two beautiful sexy women kissing and
caressing each other and later licking each other's pussy
had the desired effect on my flaccid cock. As soon as it
raised its head, another woman climbed on top of me. But
this time I wanted to play a more active role. I rolled
on top of her and fucked her well and truly. I recovered
some of my male pride by making her climax a few times
before shooting my load into her delicious pussy.

"There was no letup. The two women who had already
enjoyed a visit from my cock took turns in licking and
sucking it back to life while a third one straddled me
and offered me her moist pussy to lick. I obliged without
hesitation. The wonderful taste of her ripe plum and the
joint effort of her friends had me soon back in fighting
condition. I took the third woman from behind, doggy-
style, while she pleasured her friend's pussy, carrying
on where I had left off. Again, my male ego got an
enormous boost when I heard my partner moan into the
soaking wet pussy of the fourth woman who was herself
reaching an orgasm.

They had decided that my poor cock would have to visit
all four of them and deposit its juice inside each pussy.
I don't know how they managed, but thanks to their joint
efforts I was soon hard again and made love to a fourth
woman, all within the space of maybe a couple of hours. I
lay there, exhausted, as they got dressed. Then each one
of them gave me a kiss on the mouth and thanked me.
'We've never had so much fun with just one cock' they
said."

There was absolute silence in the car after Ramon had
finished his story. I don't know how the other two
reacted, but I felt very excited and my tortured pussy
was leaking. In my imagination I had always seen Ramon
surrounded by scantily-clad attractive women and had
taken it as a given that he didn't always separate
business and pleasure. I had only dared to ask very timid
questions about his affairs with other women because I
was worried that he might think I was being possessive.

The story didn't make me jealous, and not only because it
happened a long time before we met. The thought of
beautiful women submitting to 'my' Ramon aroused me. I
had always been curious to know what other women did to
him so I could treat him to the same delights. But there
was no way I could top the women in this story.

"I hope I haven't shocked anyone," Ramon said eventually
into the silence. "You asked, so I told you."

"It's envy, not shock," Mirabelle said. "This story
exceeded all my expectations."

When we arrived in Villiers, Mirabelle directed Ramon to
her address, where we all got out of the car.

I hugged and kissed Ramon and asked him, "Do you still
want me?"

He didn't find my question worthy of an answer and just
said, "I'll call you tomorrow," before setting off on his
return journey. We all went inside to thank Mirabelle's
father for letting us stay at his hut.

Mirabelle's parents had heard a car pull up in front of
their house and had gone to the window to see who it was.
They didn't recognize the car or its driver and wondered
who this might be. (Villiers is this kind of town.) Then
they saw us three girls emerge from the car. As soon as
we entered the house, Mirabelle's father wanted to know
who the man with the car had been.

"Oh, that's Jacqueline's lover. He has an apartment in
Paris. Jacqueline spent the weekend with him and he gave
us all a lift home," Mirabelle explained.

I could have killed her. The wine had definitely gone to
her head.

Her father immediately turned to me and said, "I didn't
know you had a lover, Jacqueline. Aren't you a bit young
for that kind of thing?"

I blushed. I explained that it wasn't quite the way
Mirabelle had put it. But yes, I did have a relationship
with the man who had given us a lift. I added, "You
probably know that my father isn't quite as open-minded
as you, Sir, so I would be grateful if you didn't tell
him about this."

He assured me that he wasn't into gossiping about other
people's children and guaranteed that he wouldn't tell
anybody.

I soon made my excuses, saying that I wanted to have a
good rest before the exams which were starting the
following day. In fact, I was dying to get home to treat
my aching pussy. I still had some of the ointment and
bath salts the gynaecologist had given me and wanted to
put them to good use.

Sylvie also left and we walked together to her house
which was literally next door. She had been very quiet
throughout the car journey and I asked her if anything
was the matter. She seemed pleased that I had noticed and
sighed, "Oh, it's nothing really. Just some boy trouble."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. She did, so I
accompanied her to her room.

"When we met Guy and Jean-Paul by chance, some time ago,"
she started, "they were on a hiking holiday and had
walked all the way from Tours to that place in the
mountains. They had spent two weeks on the road and it
was just a lucky coincidence that we all were at that
waterfall at the same time. After that, we didn't meet
for a long time. We exchanged many e-mails until we
arranged to meet again this weekend. This time they came
by train.

"They found out that the journey was quite expensive and
complicated - they only got there after midnight. We've
arranged to meet again next weekend, but I don't know how
often they will be willing to make the trip. Besides, we
can't keep going to the waterfall when the weather gets
cooler. So I was a little downtrodden, not knowing how
long we could keep this relationship going. I like Guy.
He's very sweet and gentle to me. But I don't think this
can work if we only meet, say, once a month.

"Then I met Rui today. God, what a man! He just looked at
me and I felt like melting into his arms. I think he
likes me too. I wanted him to make love to me there and
then, but there were too many people. Now I don't know
how I can meet him again. And I feel guilty about wanting
to drop Guy for someone else. I feel guilty about meeting
him for an intimate weekend when my mind is really on
another man. Oh Jacqueline, why do things have to be so
complicated?"

Why indeed! Why couldn't I tell her that Rui had
repeatedly made love to me that day, that he had brought
me to a number of memorable orgasms and made me beg for
more, that he had the hardest cock I'd ever felt inside
me, that I ranked him high up there amongst the best
lovers?

Instead I told her that I wasn't able to compare Guy and
Rui because I knew both of them only casually. I
encouraged her to sleep with Rui, just to find out what
it felt like, and then decide which of the two she liked
better. I told her not to feel guilty about 'betraying'
Guy, because with this kind of casual relationship they
were having, nobody expected exclusive rights on their
partner. In fact, if she wanted to, she could maintain a
loose relationship with both of them.

She looked a little doubtful about my last suggestion but
said she would try to find a way to sleep with Rui. But
not immediately, she would wait till after the next
weekend with Guy. She just thought she couldn't face him
if she had slept with someone else in the meantime. She
also told me how lucky she was to know someone with whom
she could talk openly about these things. Then I left and
went home.

                    To be continued