A Thrilling Swiss Enlightenment

"Mon Dieu!" he repeated as he suddenly realised that I wasn't wearing any knickers. His fingers had begun roaming all over my hairy bush as they revelled in the freedom.

"Ma'mselle ...... Mary .... you surprise me! Who would have thought it!" he laughed.

But I'd just been concentrating on his fingers as they began to drift lower, my legs automatically opening wider to aid their advance, anticipating their delightful touch on my swollen, damp slit. It had just had to come! This time my moan had been loud enough to startle my partner as his fingers finally began to slide over my oily, open lips making me almost explode with desire, and as one dipped inquisitively between the folds and began to explore my inner, most sensitive parts I'd thought that I was going to feint with pleasure. Then, to my intense frustration, it had gone again! I'd tried to pull away from him, but found that his hands were now at the back of my neck, unclasping my zipper and dragging it quickly down my back.

Suddenly everything was urgency! No sooner had he pulled back from me as my dress loosened its grip than I'd dragged open the buttons on his shirt and yanked it over his head. His wiry, but muscular shoulders had been just asking to be caressed, but my arms had been suddenly trapped by my dress as he pulled it forward, over my shoulders and down until my young, pert breasts gradually popped into view. When he saw their ripe firmness, the large pale brown rings circling two button shaped pink nipples, he'd stopped and drawn in a long breath of admiration.

"Mon Dieu.........!" he'd gasped for a third time, this time lost for further words.

I'd become shameless now as my hands yanked open his belt, suddenly I'd been desperate to explore inside his pants, to feel his stiffness, to handle what might soon be delving deep into my body. God it had been exciting!

But again he'd frustrated me as he'd pushed me backwards so that I'd been lying on the bed, my legs dangling helplessly over the side. I'd had no time to draw breath as he'd followed me down and his lips were immediately wrapped around my left nipple. His tongue and teeth had begun to do wonderful things on the little button which grew and lifted in response and fired such a barrage of pleasure into my brain that I'd moaned out loudly yet again. God knows what any passerby would have thought if he'd heard me!

I'd no sooner recovered from the assault on my left breast than his hand had been busy caressing and manipulating my right nipple expertly between his fingers and thumb. I'd been completely overwhelmed and had just laid there gently squirming under his hands and lips, my low moans evidence of my complete surrender to my body. And then his hand had released my throbbing nipple and run roughly over my crumpled dress to the bare flesh of my navel, and I'd suddenly realised that my dress had rode high up to my waist leaving my pussy exposed and vulnerable to anything he'd wanted to do. I'd been in no mood to stop him!

Like a guided missile, his hand had cupped my mound and his fingers were wriggling around my pussy like a set of demons. His lips had been busy on my remaining nipple still and the combined effect had been awesome. My pussy had started throbbing almost painfully as his fingers had delved eagerly into every nook and cranny and when they finally hit my clit, I'd arched my back and cried out as I'd pushed my hips back at the taunting digits.

That combined assault on my senses had seemed to go on and on as I'd literally hung onto his strong shoulders. My head had been thrashing from side to side, I'd been making sounds like a wounded animal as I'd ridden a wave of sexual tension that had been taking me higher and higher. I'd wanted it to go on forever.

Then he'd stopped! This time I'd cried out in pure, unadulterated frustration.

I'd felt him lift off me and vaguely realised from my distant world that he was dragging off his remaining clothes and suddenly my eyes had focussed on the impressive looking cock standing out from between his naked legs. Clearly he'd been getting excited too!

The sight had set off some alarm bells as well. Suddenly the thought of being penetrated by a man, especially this man, hadn't been a dream anymore. And equally suddenly the old schoolgirl tales of how much it would hurt the first time began to resurface, quelling my ardour as I'd let him swing my legs onto the bed and climb on behind them.

"Are you ready Cherie?" he'd gasped excitedly, clearly knowing the answer given how my juices had been flowing out of my little pink hole.

Suddenly I hadn't been so sure, the excitement draining amazingly quickly from my body, but it had been too late to back down and even so, I'd still wanted it to happen. I'd nodded in return.

He'd smiled as he eased apart my knees and knelt between them, gazing appreciatively at my open sex, then, like a stage magician, he'd pulled out a little packet as if from nowhere, extracted a condom and begun to roll it along the length of his erect cock. It had looked huge and I'd watched hungrily as it slid along the length of the throbbing, firm shaft.

Then he'd leaned forward, resting on his hands alongside my waist and I'd been almost hypnotised by the sight of his member drawing ever nearer my waiting vagina. At the last moment I'd shut my eyes, as I waited for the contact. I'd wondered yet again what it would feel like to have a man inside me, whether there'd really be so much pain.

At the first contact as he pushed up against my outer folds I'd flinched and gasped. As he saw me stiffen, he'd made reassuring noises, telling me to relax. It had been easier said than done!

Then he'd pushed a little harder to ease the tip of his cock into me, only to be held up short by my tight vagina.

"Mon Dieu!" he gasped for the umpteenth time, "is this your first time?" I'd opened my eyes and he'd seen the worried look. I'd simply nodded.

He'd smiled back reassuringly, still pressing up against my cavern entrance, "Ma'mselle Mary, you should have told me........I would have been gentler."

He'd actually asked me then if I still wanted to do it. I'd clearly misjudged him before. He'd behaved like a true gentleman. But I'd not wanted to stop. I'd just been worried about how it would feel. He'd said that he would be honoured to take my virginity and that I should try and relax, it would make it more pleasurable. Then he'd asked me if I was ready. I'd nodded yet again.

I'd closed my eyes again as he pushed more firmly, forcing open my vagina entrance, pausing for a moment and then I'd felt a quick, sharp pain that made me gasp and suddenly his cock was a couple of inches in me. He'd stopped again, searching my face for signs of panic, but I'd been too engrossed in absorbing the new, strange, but entirely wonderful sensation of being penetrated and feeling a foreign body inside me for the first time. The pain had gone immediately, but I'd still felt a sense of discomfort as I felt him inch deeper and deeper into my hot, wet cavern. My mind had been a maelstrom of conflicting feelings and emotions.

When his cock had finally inched its way completely into me we'd both sighed together. My pussy and vagina had been throbbing together as he stopped there, letting me get used to the feeling of being totally and absolutely filled by his engorged member. Gradually I'd started to move my hips as I'd wanted to explore the feeling of him moving about inside me and, encouraged, he'd started to slowly withdraw a few inches and push back again. I'd gasped again as my vagina had signalled its pleasure. He'd started slowly, but had soon been moving backwards and forwards quicker and with more depth. I'd still had an annoying little feeling of discomfort around my entrance that was holding me back, but he'd soon been grunting and gasping as he'd neared his climax. When it had come I'd seen that his eyes were tight shut and he'd given one final, big push that made us both gasp again, and this time I'd felt his cock convulsing as he'd come inside me.

We'd both been breathing hard as he'd slowly withdrawn, and I'd cringed a bit as he'd slipped out of me. He'd laid down on the bed next to me, and brushed hair away from my face. I'd been annoyed to find that I'd cried a little. It had been nothing to do with the pain, just an intense relief that I'd finally done what had been nagging at me for so long.

He'd leaned over and kissed the tears, then he'd spread the kisses over my whole face. I'd still been feeling excited and aroused, but somehow unfulfilled. It had been strange.

"You didn't come did you?" he'd asked gently. I'd had to tell him that I wasn't really sure.

"Oh, you'd have known if you had," he'd smiled, "Now lay back and relax. It is time for Bertrand to repay your kindness."

With that he'd pushed me back down and, strangely placed each of my hands onto my breasts, and I'd immediately felt a thrill at the contact.

"You can help yourself while I'm busy down there," he'd said as he'd glanced down at my pussy again, "Do what feels natural Mary"

Then he'd slid down my body, pushing the crumpled up dress out of the way and begun kissing his way around my delicate mound. It had felt delightful, and almost immediately my hands had begun to move around my sensitive breasts, as if guided by remote control. Suddenly I'd begun to climb that sensual mountain again that I'd been on when we'd started.

Within minutes, my hips had been squirming as his expert lips reached my slit and began to suck and nibble at my pussy lips. His tongue had begun to torture almost every square inch of my hypersensitive sex, but he was careful just to inflame the areas around my vagina, without pushing in, and when he'd finally reached my clit I'd almost exploded with pent up desire. He'd taken his time and soon had me riding those big waves of pleasure and I'd been vaguely aware that my fingers had become busy with my nipples as well. Suddenly I'd had no inhibitions in my search for extra, intense pleasure and final release!

When it had finally come, I'd felt my body tightening, almost painfully, as he'd got busy flicking remorselessly at my swollen clit. I'd screamed out loud suddenly as I'd fallen over the edge, feeling strange, delightful convulsions rippling around my vagina and spreading around my body.

I'd been dragging in big breaths of air as I'd slowly recovered my senses, only to find that he'd not stopped! His tongue had still been busy between my splayed out legs and I'd been amazed to find that I was soon on the edge of the precipice again. I'd not believed it possible to happen more than once, but it had! And he'd not released me from my erotic torture until I'd come twice more, each one a little gentler, but just as pleasurable as the last. I'd been completely exhausted when he'd finished with me!

And when I'd finally got my senses back and realised that he was now pulling on his clothes next to the bed, he'd bent down to kiss me on my lips. I'd been amazed because it had suddenly felt like a natural, familiar feeling.

He'd smiled down on my languid, semi-naked body, my legs still splayed out in the most wanton of poses.

"I was right," he'd said, "you really are the most beautiful young women here, and you have so much passion. More than you probably know. I'd love to teach you more. Do you think that you'd like to do it again?"

"Oh God yes!" I'd gasped.

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I think that he'd probably been right about the passion.

Suddenly I'd become absolutely insatiable. After that first time I'd quickly fitted myself firmly into the Professor's schedule and I'm sure that he'd given me preferential treatment as we'd made love every two or three days for the remaining seven weeks of the course. It had been plenty of time for him to teach me so much about ways of pleasuring each other, different ways of making love and I'd become rather proficient between the sheets, as the good Professor had agreed one night when I'd absolutely exhausted him near to the end of term!

Of course it had been impossible to keep my transition from Alicia, or the other girls in the 'know'. Alicia had immediately noted my sudden change of attitude towards Bertrand,

"You've done it with him haven't you!" she accused me one night. I'd just smiled back secretively.

Some of the other girls had had the temerity to complain that I was getting 'preferential treatment'. I'd ignored them. It had been straight forward. I'd been a late starter so I'd needed more of his time!

All too soon our time at Chateau Briaxand drew to an end. We'd started out as a group of girls, and left as a group of well mannered, sophisticated young ladies. At least that was what Miss Hendricks had said at our leaving ceremony. I'd certainly learned a lot, and so had most of the other 'young ladies', but not all of it had been from the school brochure!

On our final day, the school had organised a fleet of coaches to take us down to the railway station. It had been a sunny day and everyone had been standing around, moving from group to group making tearful farewells and/or arranging to meet up afterwards. I'd joined in but had felt slightly apart again. It was almost like when I'd arrived.

I was the only one carrying a little white rose and it had surprised and slightly disturbed me!

As we'd been carrying out all of our luggage, Professor Bertrand had intercepted me in a corridor, swept me into a side room and given me one long, final kiss. He'd seemed quite emotional, particularly when he'd said that we probably wouldn't meet again. I'd already come to accept that, given his strict rule about not getting emotionally involved, so it was a big surprise when I saw that his eyes were a little glassy as he mumbled a final farewell, gave me the single white rose before smiling and striding out of the room.

It had been the last time that I'd seen him.

As I'd sat next to Alicia and the bus had pulled away, I'd looked back at the group of waving staff members but there was no sign of 'my' professor. I'd shrugged, looked quite sadly at my rose again, and then fallen into a long conversation with Alicia about our plans to spend our Summer together. We'd not known each other before meeting at the chateau, but it had turned out that we lived quite close by in London and it had been the start of a deep and lasting friendship.

We'd both married at about the same time, Alicia to a career civil servant at the Home Office, me to an ambitious young architect who'd been the love of my young life, and still was. We'd both set up house in West London, we'd had children at about the same time all of whom now seemed to be at university or 'travelling', and I'd had time when the children had grown older to start a business supplying language teachers to various businesses and institutions.

I'd been lucky. Whether down to the Institut Chateau Briaxand or not I don't know, but my life had been a happy one, maybe a few ups and downs like everyone, but basically one of fulfilment and contentment, and no one had ever complained about my performance in bed!

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Suddenly my little reverie in the coffee shop had been broken though by the clatter of shopping bags landing unceremoniously on the chair beside me.

I'd glanced sideways at them. Dark Green. Harrods again. I should have known!

Bustling to a stop beside me had been a tall, graceful figure in a white shirt and tight blue trouser suit that accentuated her trim figure. Alicia had always been good at choosing alluring clothes and even at our age had looks that turned men's eyes.

Luigi had shouted across and Alicia had turned to reply briefly to order her coffee, and as she'd turned back her eyes had picked out the picture in the open newspaper. She'd leaned forward to get a closer look at the obituary.

"Well, would you believe it?" she'd said casually, "Professor Pascale of all people. Randy old sod wasn't he? I wonder if it was all that sex that finally caught up with him!"

We'd both laughed, but I'd felt a twinge of guilt at the same time.

Not that Alicia was going to dwell on anything sad for long, and she'd looked quite excited and impatient as she'd bent down to whisper in my ear. As usual it had been cleverly done on her part as her body had masked me from the rest of the people in the room, and also the way that her hand had crept down from my shoulder to fondle my breasts through my thin dress.

"Come on lover, let's get these coffees drunk up quickly and go. I can't wait to get my hands on you! Where shall we go this week, your place or mine?!"

The End