Intoxicated by freely flowing juices

[i]Seeing that I was awake, she came towards my room, knocked, and offered me the steaming, hot, very delicious cup of double espresso, adding nonchalantly that she had taken the liberty of putting my clothes into the laundry.[/i]

I was a graduate student working on my thesis (and a few part-time jobs). One of them was a lecturer in a "continuing education" evening class, with about 60 students that the courage to juggle work, family, and school. In order to give students a greater degree of flexibility over their time, I tended to base a large percentage of the overall grade on a term paper rather than an end-of-term exam. I thought it kept students interested and provided them with a writing sample they often needed for subsequent applications.

Among my students was a recently retired couple, both in their early sixties. They had a keen mind, a great sense of humour, and contributed a great deal to the discussions that took place during lectures. I thoroughly enjoyed their presence in the classroom. Needless to say, I spent a considerable amount time with them structuring their term papers, guiding them with the relevant literature, and focusing their thoughts on the questions they really wanted to analyse in their papers.

From their demeanour and their way of dressing, they portrayed themselves as confidently bourgeois, generally conservative in their views but secure enough to remain open-minded and curious. Fran?ois, tall and quite athletic for his age, typically wore a suit, a (blue) shirt with a refreshingly colourful tie, a golden ring with his family's crest on his right hand. He had thin, slightly receding grey hair, bright blue eyes, and golden-rimmed glasses. He smiled easily and warmly. Ren?e was larger but with proportions that suited her size, who would have delighted Mr Rubens. She truly made the most of her figure, supporting her large, very motherly breasts with bras that help to defy gravity. Normally, she wore relatively plain blouses, allowing others to enjoy a little d?colletage, and astonishingly well-tailored trousers that flattered her figure immensely. Her hair was dyed an ash-blond, which gave her hazel-coloured eyes a particular shine. These, together with her very sensuous lips and immaculate teeth intrigued me from the first time I saw the two of them.

During our last discussion before Ren?e and Fran?ois had to hand in their respective term papers (and, by that time, their papers had been in a terrific state), they enquired about my summer plans. For the most time, I needed to spend summer in the library and, hopefully, finish the second of my three chapters. However, I wanted to take off a week or ten days to clear my head but did not have any time to make plans. Without too much thought, I said that much---and I was surprised and intrigued when they invited me to come and stay in their chalet about two hours north in the mountains. Without any alternative plans, I had wanted to accept their kind invitations immediately, but I needed to put them off until I would have finished grading all the term papers and posting their results. However, I suggested to meet for a coffee at that time, which they keenly accepted.

That way, I knew, I would not run into any conflict-of-interest situations, and I felt more comfortable. Also, it allowed Ren?e and Fran?ois to re-assess their invitation without any embarrassment. Three weeks later, the two of them promptly showed up at the coffee bar (I had been reading a newspaper, not being entirely sure this was meant seriously). We talked about the term papers and my comments, about politics and a number of other topics before---by that time, somewhat surprisingly---the question was posed whether I had any interest in joining them. I still did, and they gave me directions to meet them about two weeks' later.

When I arrived, early in the afternoon a fortnight later, they were outside, in shorts and t-shirts, setting the table and preparing the grill. I was given a glass of deliciously cold beer, and we spent a relaxing evening outside on the porch chatting. At close to midnight, they showed me the room, wishing me sweet dreams. Not only because of the heat, I took a quick shower and went to bed naked.

The next morning, I woke up by the sounds of birds singing outside and Ren?e preparing breakfast. I saw that my door was leaning half open (even though I had thought I remembered closing it the night before), catching a glimpse of Ren?e's having a coffee in her hand. Seeing that I was awake, she came towards my room, knocked, and offered me the steaming, hot, very delicious cup of double espresso, adding nonchalantly that she had taken the liberty of putting my clothes into the laundry.

Having had a couple of sips of coffee, slowly waking up to what had just been said, I realised I had absolutely nothing to wear. I went into the bathroom, but the towels, too, had been washed. While I stood there wondering what to do, Fran?ois came by, smiling and saying that I should not worry. Both were naturalists and had naked people over periodically. I have always enjoyed nude beaches but never had any friends who'd also enjoy this experience. When I said this, he smiled, nodded his head and left.

Without alternatives, I took my morning shower and my remaining coffee and, still a little wet, went outside. To my surprise, both of them were awaiting me in front of a delicious breakfast table ... completely naked and smiling! Ren?e was quite stunning in fact, she had very large breasts that, even though they were sagging quite a bit (which, for some reason, I sort of enjoy), they had an almost perfect shape. Her skin was soft and nicely tanned. Fran?ois struck me as being in a really good shape, his stomach and chest muscles were clearly discernible and well-trained. He was uncut, well-endowed---and both of them had closely trimmed pubic hair.

Ren?e and Fran?ois sat down across from me, which gave me a perfect view of her gorgeous breasts, and we had an odd sort of breakfast---no word of any sort was mentioned that all three of us were naked. We talked about the weather, which continued to be sunny and hot, about summer, the delight of freshly-made croissants (which impressed my considerably), and innocuous topics of all sorts. Once we cleared the table (I helped), Ren?e came with a bottle of sun screen, insisting that we all needed protection. She began by carefully rubbing Fran?ois, first his back, his behind and legs---and afterwards his face, his chest, stomach, his legs, and his masculinity. I was intrigued by their openness, even more so when I saw that he reacted immediately, having quite a hard-on. Ren?e, apparently enjoying this immensely, made sure that he would not be burnt between his legs...

"It's your turn," she then said, asking me to lie down. I had already started to feel a little randy by watching the two of them, but this was nothing compared to the sensation of having her apply sun lotion all over my naked skin. Very sensitively, she oiled my skin, massaging it in, on my neck and back, and on my bottom, with her fingers softly teasing my anus. I was lying on my stomach, pressing my hard-on on the pillows, closing my eyes in delight, when, suddenly, I felt Fran?ois' hands as well, rubbing oil on my legs. His warm hands went up my legs, with his fingers inadvertently touching my balls and intensifying the sensation of the four hands touching my skin.

When turning over, Ren?e stood at my face, leaning over while pouring oil over my chest and stomach. In so doing, her breast were touching my cheeks, almost caressing them, while Fran?ois oiled and massaged my feet. Ren?e moved forward, rubbing the sun screen on my stomach, while her pussy was directly over my face. Fran?ois had continued to massage my legs, while I could not resist any longer to softly kiss Ren?e between her legs, first cautiously and carefully, but she soon gave me to understand that I was to continue. She began to move her hips rhythmically, sitting on my face, while I felt warm lips around my cock, and a tongue kissing my balls. Heaven.

At the rate that I felt Ren?e's moisture and lust increasing, so did mine, trying to hold back the former. Both of them together were giving me the most incredible, the most intensive blowjob, not leaving any part of my penis, my balls, and my anus unkissed. Fran?ois started to put his tongue up my arse, which further added to the sensation, before taking an oily fingers and inserting it up my bottom. Since I was "muffled" as it was by Ren?e's hips right on my face, intoxicated by her freely flowing juices, and could not really react when feeling his dick up my arse. He had put oil all over it, and it glided right into me. For the first time of my life, I've been fucked up my ass---and even if it hurt somewhat, it felt great! I gave in to the pleasure completely, and came into her mouth with full force. Once Ren?e let go, Fran?ois stopped fucking me, came towards me and jacked off right over my face. Almost naturally, I opened my mouth for him and awaited his load. He was head on, and---delirious and exhausted---I accepted his cum, still surprised by the fact that I did not mind the salty taste. Ren?e looked at me and kissed me, with cum coming out of our mouths. "I'm glad you came," she whispered, giving me a last deep kiss. "Me too," I answered, looking at the two of them gratefully.

This shaped off to be one of my most exciting weeks in life...