Our Experience In France A Month Before College Began

The South of France 1992. I was 18 and was doing the summer abroad thing, with another friend, also female. We met this woman at this resort and she was all about what we were doing and invited us to dinner at their rental cottage. We thought nothing of it, a real meal and no expense. When we got there we were greeted by a boy of about 13, naked from head to toe.

Europe sure is different, we went in and the woman was topless except for an apron, the young girl too, well totally naked nine or ten. Her husband came in, he had been to the grocery store and brought in a couple of bags for dinner, he said hi, spoke decent English. He excused himself after serving us a glass of wine and came out swinging, his dick hanging there, I'd say a good sized dick, circumcised, hairy legs and hairy crack. We were sitting at the table, dressed and he brought over a platter of olives, pate, crackers his dick in my face.

After the woman had cleaned up the prep in the kitchen, her husband was going to be the cook, serving a chicken dish, she asked us if we didn't want to get more comfortable. She showed us the room of the little girl and held up both of my breasts and said it was a shame, such beautiful breasts and no one to see them. I won't say we were forced to undress, but she didn't leave the room with us until we were. Being nude in front of the woman and little girl was one thing, but the boy stared at us, particularly at our intimate V.

The husband was nonplused, nudism has many followers and he had seen his fill of naked women. He cooked, the food was very good, the first real meal we had had up to that time on our trip. The conversation about our college goals and a story of their upbringing and how they met. After dinner we helped clean up, a little bit more comfortable being nude. Casually, as if it was something normal, the woman asked if we would go with her husband, he had never had sex with an American woman. The kids were sent outside, with the door to the bedroom wide open, he was waiting for three women.

She got him started, giving him fellatio and then offering his penis to us. Start there she said, it makes the man desire you more. She was just as active orally with us, both of us, very active and he was active putting his penis to use. Whether the children saw all this I don't know, I was too busy with what was going on before my eyes. He was a French lover, persistent, masculine, Alpha really, but knowledgeable about women and how to make a woman plead for more. Between him and her, we had a series of orgasms, they call them the petit mort, or little death. Just to be awakened to a penis poking your face and mouth.

The party was over by sundown, which is late in the summer months, and the children were in bed in full pajamas, all covered up. The man and wife team were gracious and we dressed and he drove us back into town to our small hostel for the night. That was 30 years ago and my friend and I still talk about it. American men are way to rough, our boys should be sent to France to be interns to an experienced male, learn their way around a woman, trigger her, make her die, revive her and make her die one more time. The French do it, why can't our boys learn it too.