My Sexual Journey Pt. 02

I am deeply indebted to my co-author m0u5e for her invaluable help in writing this part of the story.

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We hardly had time to drink our morning cup of tea when Paul and Francois rode up on a most magnificent pair of roan horses, looking resplendent themselves in their naked manly beauty.

"Climb aboard," shouted Paul in his sexy French accent, "you won't need clothes. We are carrying you off to our home where we will spend the day drinking wine and fucking."

I quickly locked the campervan, put the key on top of the front wheel, and vaulted up behind Paul. Sarah was less certain -- she had only ridden a few times, and that was with a saddle, not bareback -- so Francois dismounted, hoisted her up with ease, and remounted behind her. I couldn't help noticing that his erection ended up nestling between the cheeks of her bottom.

When we were both safely aboard our gorgeous mounts, with our naked skin in intimate contact with our equally gorgeous kidnappers, we galloped through the woods until we broke through the trees onto the golden sand of the beach. Paul and Francois steered their horses using only their knees until we were riding through the crystal-clear water of the Mediterranean.

We must have covered a couple of miles when we veered off onto a rough track through the trees, which opened out after a few minutes into a cobbled courtyard with low buildings along three sides.

"Welcome to our home," said Paul, "this is where we make the finest white wine in France, but in such small quantities that it is only sold in the local market or to connoisseurs who originally discovered it by accident, and now order a few dozen bottles of each year's vintage."

"The buildings are very old," Francois chipped in. "The building on the left is our farmhouse, which has been in the family for generations, and the one on the right is where we store the wine -- it is always cool because of the thick walls, which is ideal for wine."

"The real magic happens in the building at the end," Paul continued, "because that is where we press the grapes and ferment the juice using equipment installed by our great-grandfather just after the First World War. Older equipment had to be burned because of a fungal infection that nearly wiped out the wine industry."

"You will see how wonderful our wine is in a few minutes," Francois butted in, "but before we drink, we must eat. Bread, cheese, slices of the local sausage and olive oil make a feast to fortify us for what comes after we have drunk."

"Yes," said Paul, "after our feast we will be ready to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh in an ecstasy of fucking. You are both so ravishing, almost as if you were sent by the old gods, that we will remember the joy of this day even after we have settled down into dull married life and produced a tribe of children to carry on the family name."

"And after we have fucked, we will relax in the sun for a while; we will swap partners and drink some more wine to fortify ourselves for a second journey to the land of celestial delight," continued Francois.

"Who says married life will be dull?" I asked, but neither of them answered as they were busy preparing our little feast.

Francois set a table with four chairs in the courtyard, replete with plates of delicious food, four glasses and a carafe of golden wine. It was indeed a feast that caressed our buds with delight, simple pleasures creating a hunger for the carnal feast to follow.

After half an hour, Paul took Sarah by the hand and led her into the house, while Francois fetched the horses and indicated that I should mount and follow him. We rode back down the track, and when we reached the beach, we turned in the opposite direction to the way we had come. We rode side by side through the gentle waves of the turquoise sea, laughing like children in delight at the feel of the wind in our hair, the sun on our flesh, and the water splashing our limbs. As we rode, I could think of no better prelude to our approaching ascent to paradise in the carnal act of intense pleasure that we were soon to enjoy, mating under the sky in uninhibited joy.

When we came to a place where a small stream flowed from the woods into the sea, we turned inland and followed the stream to a small glade where we dismounted and left our horses to graze on the short grass, while we walked for a few paces to a small clearing in the trees like a miniature amphitheatre.

Francois took me in his arms and drew me down to lie with him on the soft grass. Just lying side by side, I cannot deny I could already feel the heat building between my thighs. How could this be happening? I questioned why I was becoming so lost in someone I barely knew. Then I looked into his eyes as he pulled me closer and saw the burning desire of undeniable lust in the way he regarded me. He looked at me so intensely; my mind was past the stage of warm, and all he had done was kiss me and stroke my naked legs. He took my hand and held it for a moment; then his fingers began to trace a line along my skin upwards from my wrist towards my elbow and shoulder, with a featherlight touch so gentle it was barely touching me. When he reached my shoulder, he stopped and waited to see my reaction. His touch felt like electricity on my skin. It may have something to do with the wine, or the way I had watched him effortlessly please Sarah right before my very eyes the night before, but in my depths, I knew the truth: I desperately wanted him to fuck me, and I had a feeling this was going to happen soon and that it was going to be extremely slow and very sensual.

"I'm going to kiss you," he told me, looking at me with piercing eyes like blue fire. While his hand caressed my body, his mouth went to my neck, and the pressure his tongue placed as he licked and bit me a little made my body fall towards him. His light touch inflamed my desire from the heart of my being. I couldn't hold back my soft moans as he played with my body and mind. I could feel him gently gripping my skin, his fingers sliding around me; I started to feel strange, a feeling I had never had before.

Then his lips met mine, a kiss so long it awakened me and took my breath away in my arousal as he breathed his life into me, while his tongue searched my mouth. I couldn't remember a feeling of being so alive, reigniting a desire that I thought was lost. The feeling of his hot hands on my body, pulling me in until our bodies were touching, drove all other thoughts from my mind apart from the intense need to be possessed and fucked so hard that I became his body and soul. My entire being was no longer my own, and I was falling into a whirlpool of extreme lust with the inevitability of leaves falling from the trees in autumn.

I was completely at his mercy, with his hand around my neck and his other supporting my waist. I felt as if I was floating. My stomach churned with anticipation, and my blood was boiling. I was powerless to resist him and wanted nothing more than to surrender to what I desired above all else, my will was no longer my own, and I was totally his to control.

Then he pulled away, and as I caught my breath, I managed to speak. "Don't stop," I whispered.

His mouth drew closer to mine, his sweet perfume overwhelming my senses. His lips met mine, and I instinctively closed my eyes as his tongue slipped inside my mouth. I felt the power in his tongue picking up where he had left off, searching, but more than anything, he was delving deeper, and I knew right there what he had come for. Our tongues entwined in a dance of mutual arousal, and I was burning up from the inside and losing all my balance. His hand reached between my legs, enticing sighs not only from my voice but from my very heart. I let this moment completely consume me as I reached closer to the edge of rapture than I had ever been. Francois lingered at the entrance to the source of irresistible sensual delight in my throbbing cunt, making me wait and driving me mad with excruciating frustration; my whole body was on fire, and I had no hope in hell of keeping my moisture under control; I was ready for him to penetrate me, and I desperately needed him inside me. But he was so sure of himself and knew exactly what he was doing to me, making me even more aroused.

Looking up at him, his beautiful muscular body, so strong and well-tanned, a vision for my eyes, I couldn't hide my flushed cheeks or the nervousness in my eyes, as I negotiated my secret fears, the heritage of my past experience with men.

"Relax, I will be gentle," Francois promised as he held my neck firmly with one hand and caressed a breast, making my nipples tingle. He leaned over me as I lay back on the soft grass and pulled me closer so that our lips touched with a feeling like fire. His tongue danced wonderfully with mine, making me moan with pleasure; my hands climbed up his chest and around his neck, pulling him further in. I could feel his arousal against my skin. I experienced an unknown urge, and I broke away from the kiss. This felt very different from anything I had experienced in the past. His hands on my skin felt like they were resetting my entire being.

"I can't do this," I whispered. I felt apprehensive and slightly guilty about Paul. Even though I knew Francois had ignited a different spark in me.

"You want to do this; I know you do. You know, Sarah is with Paul, and they are most likely fucking," Francois whispered deeply in my ear, whilst licking and kissing my neck periodically. My body was warming more than ever. I did want to; I knew he was right; I ached for it.

"Let me please you," he said with sincerity. I regarded him with a bit of doubt. "I will only please you," he promised. I thought for a moment and then nodded my head. "Place my hand on your body, where you would like me to touch you," he asked, so I moved my hand down his bicep and took his hand down towards my waist and paused. I didn't know what had come over me.

"Don't be shy," he said. I continued moving his hand again between my legs; I shifted on the grass. He intently massaged my pussy, pressing firmly yet gently, whilst listening to my body language, telling him when he was in the best spot to arouse me further. I gasped, and my body took on a life of its own, rocking in synchronisation with his hands, and I cried softly with the wonderful feelings of pleasure.

"Would you like to feel my warmth?" he asked. I smiled, knowing he knew fine well what I wanted.

"Yes, I would," I replied, and he positioned himself between my legs. Looking down at me with longing.

"I will kiss you again." I nodded. He immediately pinned my thighs wider and grasped my wrists by my side and licked my warmth from top to bottom. I shivered beneath him, lost in the moment entirely, while his appendage danced between my legs so precisely and gracefully, each motion pre-planned and articulated better than the last. I could feel something stirring within, like little jolts of electricity which got stronger and stronger the more deliberate his actions were, and finally I burst inside right there. Francois did not falter in his technique in any way; he kept twisting and turning until he was sure that I reached the top, which he knew would be soon. He kept the pressure on my legs and continued to please me all the way to the end. My body tightened under him, and he could feel me beginning to climb to a higher peak of pleasure. I squeezed his wrists with gentle pressure and then let everything go and became lost in the vivid void of ecstasy. He smiled mischievously; something about him felt dangerous, but I didn't care.

"I would love that feeling again," I said with a flustered smile

"I want you to touch and hold me now, feel me," he said, placing my hand on his member. I gasped, "I want to know what this can do for me." I questioned in my head if it would fit. I smiled.

He kissed slowly along my neck and whispered, "I will put this inside your body and, over time, give you the best feeling you have never known," he said so self-assuredly.

"Will it be painful?" I asked. He was so big, bigger than Paul now he was erect and I wondered.

"It will not hurt for long, just when I enter and stretch you, but you will enjoy it", he promised as he slid along my body, with my hand guiding him to where I so desperately wanted him.

"Take a breath," he said as he slid his engorged head along my entrance, putting pressure on me. It felt as if everything was happening in slow motion, but it started to feel so amazingly good. He moved his hips as he kissed my neck and chest, his hand wandering over every inch of my body and resting just between my legs, not far from where his tongue was earlier. He moved in a smooth rhythm, pulling out and pushing in; it felt like heaven. He pulled me close, holding tight. I wrapped my legs around him, no longer worrying about anything, lost completely within his powerful grasp, then I felt like I had moments before. My rise was coming, and I was about to have another orgasm with him deep inside me, and his fingers playing with my body as if it was an instrument that was his to possess as his personal property.

He flicked a switch in me that I didn't know I had. Now I knew I must be going crazy; he had seductively burrowed his way into my mind, and his ethereal voice stirred me deep down to my soul, and I knew my reluctance had become non-existent as his touch froze me to the spot and the scent of the sweet wine fragrance of him imprinted me, leaving an indelible mark on my soul. I could feel it in every muscle of my being, my body begging for more, although my voice wouldn't work. I was about to lose my all, and the glint in his eyes told me all I needed to know.

"Come for me. I want to feel you tighten around me with your fireworks," he whispered in my ear, kissing down my neck with a few more slick, subtle movements, and under his spell I was falling, irretrievably lost and on my way to paradise. I was so full. My body started pulsing around him, gripping him tight. I moaned and cried, and in my extremity my back arched as I pushed against him, trying to pull him deeper into my body. This was it. I had completely lost myself in sensations of an intensity I had never experienced before. It was almost too much, a pleasure so unbearably superb, my vision starting to blur and my senses reeling with the delicious intoxication as I crested the peak as if it was the very first time. The rest of the world melted away, and I was completely willing to vanish into a spiralling vortex of carnal delight. It was all I could do to remember to breathe through every gasp, every thrust. While my body was preoccupied, my heart was beating in my chest like a beast in torment. This, however, was the torment of extreme pleasure; every inch of me on fire, all resistance vaporised as I climbed and climbed toward a full-blown, toe-curling, body-shaking orgasm as he watched. I gripped and tore at his flesh like a mad woman until my body surrendered, and I fell with sobs and cries that echoed off the trees like the church bells on a Sunday morning. Aftershocks continued to travel through my blood in a frenzy, and then, when he knew I was in heaven with a few swift, hard thrusts he tensed and, his penis pulsing, he released all his hot essence inside me. My last vision as I closed my eyes in utter bliss was the sight of him above me consumed by the piercing pleasure of rapture.

A few seconds, or was it minutes, later -- I had fallen out of time for a moment -- I heard his cries of joy, and, opening my eyes, I saw the look of amazement on his face as his climax went on and on, his beautiful member still throbbing inside me.

As he slowly descended from bliss, he kissed me on my forehead. "You really went all out on the fireworks," he said in amazement.

"All or nothing," I replied, "and that was all and more."

Slowly, he softened and slid out of me, and for a while we lay exhausted but happy, our bodies entwined, flesh to flesh, on nature's bed, breathless from the joy of our mating, drifting in the languor of post orgasmic euphoria, serenaded to sleep by the sound of running water and the song of the bird in the trees high above.

When we woke, the sun was well past the zenith and beginning to sink toward the horizon, so it was time to leave our magical place and return to real life. We mounted our horses, which were still grazing contentedly, and rode slowly down the stream and along the beach to rejoin Paul and Sarah. When we arrived, there was no sign of them, so Francois suggested we should drink some more wine and sit with the sun and breeze caressing our transformed bodies until they awoke.

That was the first time my husband and I made love, although I didn't know that at the time, and when we left Paul and Francois that evening my heart was torn in two because I thought I would never see my divinely chosen lover again. I was wrong, but it was several years before we found each other again.

Back in England, it soon became apparent that Sarah was pregnant. Nine months after our night and day of sexual nirvana, she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom we christened Pauline Francoise in memory of our two French lovers. For the next two years, we lived together like other lesbian couples until, on another spring day, fate intervened once more.

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To be continued.