Margot and I now walked through the woods. The large canopies were sheltering us from the heat of the day, and the air smelled pleasantly of moss and many herbs.
I was silent for some time, thinking about my mother's existence. She had sought safety in what I now believed to be a marriage of convenience, only to be at risk of poverty once again. She had sought love in the arms of Father Briac, but had only found only the semblance of love, and she had had to pay for it cash up front.
But now another thought was insinuating itself in my mind and plunged me in such deep melancholy that I began sighing without meaning to.
'What is it, miss?' Margot asked me.
I hesitated to speak, but my friend insisted:
'I cannot stand seeing you in this state, miss. Please confide in me.'
I then spoke, slowly at first, not sure how to proceed:
'It seems that most people are well versed in the art of intercourse and practice it with great familiarity. I am eighteen, and I have been told I am pleasing to the eye, and yet I am totally ignorant of it.'
I couldn't express the isolation that this feeling created within me. I felt excluded from the society of human beings, as if nobody wanted to touch me or know me. And I felt as if something in my very nature was wrong.
Margot kindly hugged me and said that, if this was what was troubling me, it was a very simple problem that could be solved easily.
'I wish you were right,' I said. 'My virginity is now a mark I cannot seem to rub off.'
Margot asked me if I were prepared to lose it that very day.
I wiped my eyes and asked her how this was possible. As if all I had learned until that moment hadn't taught me anything, I was still somewhat convinced that a woman could only lie in carnal congress with a man, if there were mutual feelings of sympathy and admiration.
'My mistress,' Margot said, 'you are but a poor player, a novice of the instrument. You wish to play a difficult tune you much admire, but you aren't practiced enough to do so.'
I asked her what she suggested, now feeling very curious about it.
'What a young woman of little experience needs is a man that knows how to give pleasure and is sufficiently endowed to produce the expected result. An inexperienced man might be too impatient, when a young woman wants a gentle penetration. A small man might have the contrary effect. A woman should avoid both. But, most of all, she should shun the boring man.'
We both laughed at this, but Margot assured me she had much thought about this and was convinced that the pleasure we feel during sex is the voice of God indicating us His commandment to be fruitful and multiply.
She then added, now in a very serious tone:
'He has shaped those organs in perfect harmony, so that the male perfectly fits within the female. Not every man is therefore suitable for every woman. One might be too big, or too long, or too thin, or too short. But, once we find the most suitable organ to give us that perfect and greatest pleasure, it is impossible to resist this godly commandment to copulate with it.'
To this I replied:
'I believe you are right. My mother must have found this pleasure with the priest, and, even though she might risk her marriage and her safety if she's found out, and even though he is cruel to her, she cannot resist the urge to fuck him again and again.'
We thought about this for a while.
I knew that I was determined to seek that greatest pleasure, that I wouldn't be happy until I too would come to the fullest of my possibility. I would not be contented until I found the perfect organ to fit within mine.
I was then determined to practice and learn. I was keen to try every man until I found that divinely appointed one to make me scream and ejaculate in that perfect way.
Then, I demanded:
'Margot, I trust you completely. How am I then to behave, as I have no experience in this regard?'
'Miss,' she said. 'I have thought about this. There is a man. He has a beautiful tool between his legs, and I have heard it can give much pleasure, although it isn't too big to hurt a virgin, nor too small to displease a woman.'
I enquired after the owner of this instrument.
'There is a woman, Ursula is her name, and she is pregnant, so that her husband often complains that she will not let him fuck her as often as he would like,' she said.
'I believe this man is after some improved conditions on his lease, and I could promise to intercede with my father on his behalf, if he needed some encouragement,' I said, remembering how my brothers had coaxed Ursula, this man's wife, into granting them some favours using this incentive.
Margot seemed pleased with this thought:
'Then, let's go to his farm. It's not far from here, and I believe he is in the field not too far from there.'
We walked until the trees ended. Before us, was a large field. Some of it was divided into smaller plots, each one cultivated with various sorts of vegetables. There were many people working about. Some were digging; some were planting; others were pruning.
I regarded the men. I observed their bodies which appeared strong and, once I observed them under that particular light, very inviting.
Margot indicated a man, who was busy axing down a tree stump. He was sweating, so that, when we got closer, his odour startled me. The initial discomfort changed into surprise for I now felt this essence to be quite inviting.
Margot approached the man and said:
'Emilien,' (this was the name of Ursula's husband), 'I have heard your wife is pregnant again and in much discomfort for it.'
'Ah, Margot, that she is.'
'Can she satisfy your appetites in her condition?'
The man shook his head:
'Not frequently, and never fully, I'm afraid. My sack often hurts for want of a release.'
'Then, I have a proposition for you.'
Margot then explained her design to him, and he readily accepted.
'She is very pretty,' he said, after having regarded me.
'You will have to be careful, Emilien,' Margot added. 'She is still a virgin.'
'Mother of God!' he said. 'That's such a rarity in the great country of France!'
I blushed at my inexperienced, but Margot reminded me that that condition, almost a capital flaw in our nation, was to be removed presently.
Emilien conducted us to a little brook, flanked by a row of trees and various other plants that afforded some shade from the sun and from the gaze of any passersby.
The scene was very beautiful, and Emilien began undressing with enthusiasm.
I noticed that his penis, although not yet erect, was much larger and more inviting than that of my tutor, which was the only other dick I had had engaged with up to that point.
Suddenly, I felt shy and worried about what was about to happen, and I told so to Margot.
But this good friend reassured me:
'If this is your first time and you are scared, I will stay and help you, if this is your desire.'
I thanked her and kissed her on the mouth.
She helped me undress. Then, as I moved before Emilien, she stood behind me, running her hands on my breasts, my sides, my ass, and my pussy, to invite this man to appreciate their shapes.
'Miss, you are very pretty,' he said.
While he regarded me, I noticed that his dick was getting engorged and increasing in size.
'Do you desire me, Emilien?' I asked.
He smiled:
'Can't you see?'
Margot also said:
'See how nice it is? The perfect size. It will give you much pleasure.'
As Margot was now caressing me so gently, I felt becoming more excited. So, I asked Emilien if he didn't mind me touching him.
'That's all I desire,' he replied.
I then reached for his member, which was indeed of a good size and fit nicely in my hand. I started jerking him off, but I soon was desirous of tasting him. So, I got on my knees, and I began to lick the shaft of that dick that was now fully erect.
It had a deep, savoury taste, which excited me greatly.
Meanwhile, Margot had fully disrobed and, so that I would be well lubricated when I needed it, lay on the ground with her face under my pudenda, which she began licking with great conviction.
How excited this beginning made me!
Finally, I declared that I was so aroused that I needed to be fucked presently.
I then lay on the fresh grass, keeping my legs apart, watching Emilien, as he prepared to enter me.
'Now, remember her condition,' Margot said, standing next to him and caressing his hair.
'Even if I haven't had a proper shag since I got my wife pregnant, I will be gentle, miss,' he said, looking at me with great desire.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pressed his dick against my opening. This didn't want to open at first.
Emilien didn't want to hurt me and wouldn't move further, and I was now apprehensive about being deflowered.
'Oh, sir, I beg you to be gentle!' I said.
But Margot, who had enough experience of these things, gave Emilian a good slap on the ass, so that he pushed further with enough force to enter me.
I gave a loud cry.
Emilien and Margot were both immobile and were staring at me.
I waited, thinking I might die presently. Finding myself still very much alive, I then said:
'The initial scare is now over. Why won't you fuck me now?'
Emilien then began moving back and forth. The sensation was strange at first, but it didn't take me long to get used to it and enjoy it.
I now held my lover with my legs, which I wrapped around him. I closed my eyes, and I hugged him even more tightly.
'Oh, Margot!' I said, 'How beautiful the sensation of a nice dick inside my pussy is!'
Margot laughed:
'She has learned the lesson quickly!'
Emilien was fucking me in such a manner that I felt no discomfort but only a great pleasure. He moved slowly but with great assurance, so that I could tell he knew what he was doing, and he knew how to please a woman.
He moved so that his pubic area rubbed against my clit, while his dick moved expertly inside me, stimulating different areas. Each thrust seemed to increase my pleasure, and I was so taken by this new experience that I found myself screaming without restrain:
'You're making me come! Oh, I've never felt like this before! I beg you not to stop! What a cock you have!'
'Miss,' he replied, 'I believe your cunt is tight and warm, and I am so excited I am about to come!'
I reached an orgasm, but Emilien had to pull out presently so that he wouldn't impregnate me. Instead, he took his dick in his hand and, after a few jerks, came on my stomach.
I saw that his genital area was all red with my blood.
'Don't worry, miss,' Margot said, noticing his discomfort, 'that only happens the first time.'
'Oh, Margot,' I said, kissing her on the mouth, 'I could take the loss of blood any time in exchange for the great pleasure I have just received.'
Emilien washed himself at the little river. Then, he looked at Margot.
'What about you, my friend?' he asked.
'Me?' she replied.
'You have not yet come.'
Margot admitted that she hadn't, but there was nothing that could be done then, as he had already come.
Emilien replied:
'A married man is so poorly fucked that, at the first opportunity, he will have enough semen for a whole village.'
Margot laughed greatly. She raised her eyebrows and spread her legs.
Having caught her by the waist, Emilien then turned her around and put his dick in her pussy, which must have been very wet and well used to this exercise for he slipped in without any difficulty.
'Miss, your lover has indeed a good cock!' she said, as he fucked her from behind.
I watched with great curiosity this second encounter.
Emilien was much more forceful in his movements this time, confident as he was that Margot could take and indeed enjoy this treatment.
And I could see that my maid was very eager to be fucked by this man, and that she was pushing back with her ass to meet his cock each time.
'Oooh, miss! How he fucks! Grab me by the ass, Emilien. Like that! I can take it!'
I saw a gush of clear liquid spray from Margot's behind, which signalled she had greatly enjoyed being fucked in that fashion.
Finally, Emilien announced that he was ready to come.
I promptly took his dick in his mouth, so that I could finally taste a man's semen.
He ejaculated his load in my mouth, and I could feel his dick throb and pulse with each squirt.
The warm and thick liquid flowed into my mouth, and I was not disappointed by its flavour, so that I swallowed it all with great relish.
'Oh, Margot! I am so happy now,' I said.
Margot and I lay naked on the grass, next to each other.
Emilien got dressed, announcing it was getting late and that he had to resume his work, and thanking us for our kindness. Then, as he looked at our naked bodies and finding them very attractive, he took out his dick from his pants, and quickly masturbated and came a third time. Then, he announced:
'Don't get married, my ladies, if you value your orgasms!'
With that, he left.