Hitch Hikers Two

I undressed and put my clothes on a chair near the bed and went to where the bed had been turned down and heard a discreet cough behind me. I whirled round not having heard the door open or close to find a youngish woman in a uniform style dress standing quite close to me. I was too far from my clothes and now had the bed behind me and I was completely naked with no means to cover myself.

'My mistress was right,' she said in a soft accented voice, her eyes looking at my tackle before she looked at my face. 'You are a fine young man. My apologies for startling you. My name is Lily, maid to the Countess. She thought you might like some company for the night as your friend will, er, be somewhat detained for awhile.' As she spoke, she had been undoing the front buttons of her dress and now had opened the front to reveal a lovely pair of breasts and a neat triangle of hair at her upper thighs.

'Do you like what you see Monsieur? I am here to do as you bid.' I did like what I saw and I couldn't help my body from so responding to what I was being offered. 'I see that the sight of me does not offend, for that I am glad. Do you wish me to stay with you or not?'

'Er, I...er, yes, er, Lily,' I stammered, not quite sure how to answer her. I wasn't going to get any cock that night, but at least I wouldn't have to sleep alone and I would still be able to have sex. I'd rather it had been Epsom, but beggars can't be choosers. I turned, my penis now fully erect, and pulled the sheet back and got into the bed and held the sheet up in invitation for her to join me. She let her uniform slide off her shoulders and she walked those few steps naked and got into bed beside me. She lay back against the pillow and smiled up at me.

'I've never been to bed with an American before,' she said most coyly, and I struggled for words as to what to say to her. Unlike the many films I'd made, it was always scripted what I should say but we'd not done a film where this sort of situation had occurred.

'I...I've never been in bed with a French woman either,' I finally got out.

'So maybe we both can learn something new,' she chuckled. 'Shall we do it the American way or the French way?'

'I didn't know there was any difference, but I'd like to be Frenched.' I knew what that meant and so, it appeared did she, for the sheet went back to reveal my erection and she moved down the bed and took me into her mouth. She definitely was French and knew exactly how to do it that way. God she was magnificent with that hot mouth and tongue, not to mention the teeth too.

'Would Monsieur like to taste me too at the same time?' I didn't need asking twice and we swivelled round on this massive four poster and I soon had my first French lesson. She was as wet as an English summer, and it tasted so sweet that I couldn't stop sucking out her juices as she chewed on my throbbing cock.

'Enough, enough Monsieur,' she cried out, releasing the steaming head of my cock out into the air. 'Let's put this monster in a proper cage that befits the size of it. My mouth is too small to give and receive the benefit it can give to both of us.'

So I turned round and saw her wet lips open in a smile as I crawled up her body, her large tits quivering in anticipation, the nipples, the biggest I've ever seen, standing up like proud sentries atop of their mounds. She gave out a little cry as the head of my cock found the entrance to her and then gave out another as it began to slide up inside her as her arms came up to hold my shoulders, and then pull me hard so that I moved fully up inside and squashed her breasts to my chest at the same time.

'Vive,' she whispered when I was fully inside, throbbing and pulsating and feeling her muscles tighten and flex against my hard shaft. 'It's been over a year since I've had this feeling,' and then she began to move underneath me. She was sex starved I now knew from that comment and the way she was desperately trying to get as much of me inside her as possible. I couldn't help but respond and drove into her as hard as I could to her cries that sounded as if she wanted me to go harder and faster.

We moved almost the whole way round that bed as we hammered at each other like there was no tomorrow and this would be the last fuck that either of us would ever have before death. It was only my past few years of sexual techniques that kept me from coming too soon and spoiling this exotic coupling as we nearly fell off the bed at one time.

She'd already come once with a scream that I'm sure must have been heard all over the chateau and now she was coming for the second time as we still thrashed and pummelled our crotches together. I came at the same time as she screamed and I even cried out at our mutual explosion as we rocked tightly locked together on the completely demolished sheets of the bed.

Sweat was pouring off the both of us as we slowly came to our senses and looked into each other's eyes with a sense of embarrassment at having had so much pleasure together. Our bodies were stuck fast as her hands came up and cupped my face to kiss me.

'Mon Dieu! That was some fuck! It had been so long since I've had a man, that being the count himself.'

'That's quite some time,' I said, now feeling I was able to talk to her now that we had become acquainted with each other as we lay side by side. 'That was before he married Angela then?'

'Oh no monsieur. We still had some times together after he got married, even with Madame herself,' she giggled.

'I don't understand,' I said, 'please explain.'

'Well it is rather difficult,' she said leaning up on one elbow, one tit pressing against my chest as she stroked my chest with her free hand. She spoke with an accent and slightly mispronounced words in English, but I know it's very annoying when I see this written as you spend more time trying to work out what has been actually said and therefore begin to lose the thread of the conversation or story, so I've put her speech into perfect English unless a comment is needed to stress a point.

'When the Count lost his first wife he was most distraught and it took many months for him to get over his loss. I helped him in this by taking her place in his bed when he had the need. It also helped him to relax and sleep properly again. If I wasn't in his bed, then his valet, Willi would be there.'

'Willi? His valet?' I asked.

'Oh yes. Willi would do anything to please his master. They actually died in bed together in that avalanche that killed them. Madame was away in England and I had the curse as they say, so he went off skiing with Willi.'

'Did Angela, er, the Countess know of this?' I asked incredulously.

'Oui monsieur. That's why she took me to bed sometimes. Since the Count died, we've only had each other for comfort on cold nights.'

'You've been with her too?' I might have sounded shocked, though I wasn't really having seen quite a few of her films over the past few years. I hadn't realised that she had carried her film exploits over into her private life.

'We are out in the country sir,' she went on. 'There isn't much entertainment to be had except in the bedroom. Madame and I would go to bed together when the Count was away and one night, she found the Count and I in bed. I thought I was going to be birched and dismissed, but, such is the largesse of the Countess, she joined in and made us three.' I then began to wonder if this was one of her film scripts that I was hearing about, that she was actually living the experience and then writing about them to make into her films. That went a long way to show how her films were such a success because she was writing about what she knew and had experienced.

'Well I'm amazed,' I said, having been told the story while being aroused by her capable hand and rolled over on top of her. 'I'm glad that you are as broadminded as she is,' I said as I then dipped my wick for a second run. It was almost as good as the first time, bringing her to two more orgasms to my one as I came inside her as she exploded and covered us both in our juices as well as mixing it with our combined sweat.

I never heard or felt her leave the bed and it wasn't till I felt her hand on my shoulder to wake me up to see her dressed and acting the proper servant as she poured me a cup of the coffee she had brought to my room.

'Breakfast in half an hour,' she said with a sweet smile, dressed properly and was now back in her usual role of being what she really was.

'Thank you Lily,' I said, grasping her hand and giving it a squeeze, knowing that she would interpret exactly what I was trying to say. Then came that Americanism that I hate because it is the very last word and there's no come back to it.

'You're welcome sir.' So with that and a smile, she left me to wonder exactly whom had had who that night just gone. I drank my coffee and then had a shower and got dressed in a casual fashion and, remembering Danton's points of reference, made my own way down to the hall and was quite pleased to have done this navigation unaided, and into the small room where I guessed we would be having breakfast.

'Good morning Chris,' was the welcome cry I got as I entered the breakfast room from Epsom. She was there with Beverley and had, but the looks of it, only just arrived themselves. 'Did you have a good night?' and I could see that she had a sparkle to her eyes.

'Did Lily see that you had all you wanted?' She laid stress on the word had and I couldn't help but grin and replied in the affirmative.

'It's self service here in the morning, so help yourself,' she said, her hand waving at the various covered silver dishes adorning the large sideboard. 'Coffee is on the table and you can sit next to me and tell me all the gory details of your night in bed with Lily.'

'Epsom!' remonstrated Beverley, looking up from her plate.

'Oh shush Bev. You and I both know that mother spent the night with Tom. I just want to know how Chris got on with our Lily.'

My face must have gone bright red at this revelation that probably the whole chateau knew that Lilly had been in my bed last night.

'Oh look! He's blushing!' I knew my face was flushing and I turned away to the covered salvers that held breakfast and busied myself getting some food onto a plate, not knowing really what I was dishing up for myself. Taking my time to compose myself, I finally took my over laden plate to the table and couldn't really refuse Epsom when she waved me to the chair next to her. It would have been churlish to refuse and so I sat down and let her pour me out some coffee. Then she went and surprised me by patting my hand.

'I'm sorry I did that Chris, and for what I said. It was childish and should really be spanked for it.' I turned and looked at her and caught a secret smile and wondered if that was the hint of a promise or what she secretly desired.

'Don't mention it,' was all I could come up with as I looked down with horror at exactly what I had put on my plate. Kedgeree, scrambled egg and bacon with a kipper on top.

'Do you always eat that mixture?' she asked me incredulously.

'When I've only got one plate in my hand,' I said stupidly.

'Well it's a good way of making me sick to watch you eat that,' she said as she got up, taking my plate away and putting it to one side, filled another plate for me. This just contained some scrambled egg, a half grilled tomato, two rashers of bacon and one sausage.

'Now that looks better. If you want more after that, help yourself,' she said with a lovely smile. I then found I was hungry and soon got dug in as she kept on talking and it wasn't until I'd almost finished that I caught was she was on about.

'Horses?' that being the last word that registered.

'Yes. Have you ridden a horse before?'

'Twice, and fell off both times,' I grinned at her.

'Well let's try for a third time. They do say that three times is lucky.' I gave her a sickly grin as I finished my last mouthful.

'Well? Are you coming out for a ride with me or not?' In spite of her exasperated tone, I did detect a slight pleading in her voice.

'On a horse?'

'Of course I'm talking of a horse,' and I could see she was starting to fume so I acquiesced and said yes.

'Thank fuck for that,' she said.

'Epsom!' came from Beverley.

'Oh shut up Bev. Danton!' she shouted, and when he appeared, she asked him to inform the stables that she wanted Apollo and Venus saddled. He bowed and left the room.

'Apollo and Venus?' I enquired.

'Apollo is a stallion and Venus is a mare, the last will be for you to mount.' I could see that she possessed a sense of humour.

'On top or from behind?' I grinned.

'Well I've seen some of your films, but I doubt if even you could manage her from behind,' she said as she rose from the table.

'You've actually seen some of my films?' I asked, rising up too, somewhat perturbed at her statement. I didn't get an answer as she strode from the room, me, like a puppy dog, following in her wake. I couldn't get a word with her as we left the chateau and went round to the stables and there were two horses, moving about in a fretful manner that I guessed were for us to go riding on. A groom quickly cupped his hands for her to get up onto the stallion, and I had some reins thrust in my hand and then a helping hand to throw me up into the saddle of Venus, the mare. It took me half a minute to get my feet into the stirrups and then give a twitch of the reins for the horse beneath me to move off into a canter to catch up with her stable mate.

'Where are we going?' I gasped out to Epsom, my balls getting a hammering from the way the horse was moving.

'You'll see,' she called over her shoulder and I noticed that she was moving quite easily in the saddle and suddenly realised that I should stand in the stirrups to relieve the bashing my balls were getting from the way I was sitting. From then on, it was much easier, but an awful strain on the thighs and calves of my legs. We cantered across the fields and I could see that she was heading for a kind of summer house that was on the edge of a lake. She got there before I did and had dismounted and took the reins of my mare as I pulled up alongside her. She held them as I slid from the saddle and then tied the two horses together before she took my hand and led me inside this summer house.

We only just got inside before she whirled round and took me into her arms and kissed me, pressing her body close up to mine.

'Chris, Chris, Chris,' she said between kisses. 'I've dreamed of this for many years now and you are now here.' Then came more kisses as I felt myself being moved across the inside of the building as we kissed. 'Here,' she said breathlessly as she pulled me down onto a lot of cushions that were scattered about. Boy was she hot and eager as she pulled open my shirt and began to kiss my nipples as well as my chest and lips. 'I've dreamed for years of this moment,' she carried on as she pulled her shirt up off over her head to reveal just how well endowed she was. Her breasts were full and glowed with that perfect sheen of youth and the nipples standing proud of the dark aureoles as she put her hands under them and offered them up to my kisses.

From there, it was a frantic divesting of clothing till she held my erection in her hand and bent and sucked on it, her breasts brushing against my thighs and my wanting her made my balls ache. She came back up, pressing those beautiful orbs against my chest as she kissed me, still keeping one hand down below, holding me fast as if I might suddenly try to disappear.

'No foreplay Chris. I need it now!' she urgently whispered into my ear. 'Now! I want you now,' and she rolled onto her back, pulling me with her. My prick was as hard as iron and I didn't need any directions as to where she wanted it put. I paused for just a moment as I knelt between her open thighs, savouring the vision of this luscious young girl, her big tits heaving in the excitement of the moment and of the expectation of what she was about to receive. We both smiled at each other and then I moved and covered her and stuck my throbbing cock up inside her, and got a great shock.

She was a virgin!

I felt the obstruction, but in my haste and desire, I was already pushing my way through her hymen before it registered and by that time, it was too late. I was fully inside her and she never gave out a sound at the pain I might have caused her.

'I'm now a woman,' I heard her breathe into my ear as her legs came up and grasped me round the hips. 'Fuck me Chris. Fuck me,' she gasped as if it were a fervent prayer.

It was difficult I must admit. Not the fucking part of it, but having now the knowledge that this was her first time with a man and I strove to contain myself from coming to give her the best of this moment of her deflowering.

Like Lily, she came with a scream and I couldn't but help but come myself into this luscious creature writhing beneath me, her finger nails digging into my back. She then grasped the sides of my face and rained kisses on me as we came to a panting stop.

'Christ Chris! I didn't know it was going to be as good as that,' she gasped as I felt her chest still heaving beneath mine. Her eyes were sparkling and her smile was out of this world as she flexed her inner muscles around my cock still inside her. 'When can we do it again?'

'When I've recovered,' I panted and managed to get her arms off my back so that I could pull out and get my breath back. She gave out a cry as I did so and came up onto an elbow to kiss me again, her ample breast pressing against my arm.

'I didn't hurt you, did I? I didn't know you were a virgin.'

'No you didn't hurt me. It was wonderful for I am now a woman and not a child any longer.'

'I thought...I thought....'

'Thought what?'

'Well, a beautiful girl like you would have had many lovers by now.'

'Mother saw to it that I didn't,' she replied grimly. 'Kept me on a tight rein as far as men went.'

'I...I should have taken the proper cautions if I'd known.'

'Don't worry about that. I've been taking the pill for two years now hoping that this would happen when the right man came along,' she said, her hand now moving down and playing with my semi erect penis. 'I would have done it with one of the grooms, but mother made me promise not to do it with one of the staff. So I've kept my promise and had you instead.'

'I'm honoured,' I replied.

'All I could do with the groom was to suck him off. A blow job I think it's called.'

'Epsom!' I cried, somewhat shocked at this revelation. She laughed gaily at the expression on my face and kissed me again and then proceeded to kiss my neck, chest and stomach, her hand still holding fast onto my cock.

'See what you think of this then,' she smiled up at me before taking me into her mouth and began to suck and tease me. I gave out a groan and lay my head back onto the cushions at the pleasure she was giving me down there. It wasn't long before she brought me fully erect again and hard enough to be used for the second time.

'Now you're ready,' she said as she came back up my body to press an ample tit to my mouth to suck upon a hard nipple, to nibble at it and make her groan out like I had done.

'Now Chris,' she said softly as she rolled over onto her back and opened her legs. 'Do it again to me.'

So I moved across her and entered her again but with much less haste and we had a slow and languorous fuck that culminated in us both coming at the same time and she still cried out at that point and clung to me as I continued to throb inside her.

We stayed in the summerhouse for another hour just kissing and stroking each other, not having the strength for much more of anything else. We slowly got dressed and went outside and I helped her up into the saddle and it took me ages to get up into mine without anybody there to help me, but I got there eventually and we then just walked the horses as we talked.