sexy adventures of a young casanova
Rinaldo Rinaldi
At the beginning of June, as in previous years, my mother, my aunt Marguerite and my younger sister Blanche had moved to our country villa just outside Paris, in the woods of Yvelines, to escape the summer heat, accompanied by our servants. My father, a wealthy businessman and general in the French army, had remained in the city to take care of his business. Dad had injured himself during a military exercise, falling from his horse and fracturing his right leg. He had difficulty walking, limping noticeably and leaning on a cane, and the accident had made him short-tempered and easily irritable. I was supposed to spend the summer holidays with my family. The boarding school where I was studying had sent us all home to our families to spend the summer, before returning to school at the end of the summer period. I arrived in mid-June, when my family had already been there for two weeks. My upbringing is very strict, I have never seen a naked woman, not even in a photograph, and what happened to me in those three months is so incredible that I have to tell someone about it, because otherwise I will explode, and I still find it hard to believe that it really happened.
My name is Roger, I am 16 years old and, given my young age and rapid sexual development, I am always aroused and eager to learn about sex. In my mind, I dream of being surrounded by lots of naked women, playing with them and then penetrating them all. My erotic fantasies often take me to fantastic situations. Breasts drive me crazy and I want to know what a woman is like. And that's what happened to me during this fantastic summer. I grew in height and in the size of my penis, which transformed from that of a child to that of a man. Madam Muller, the woman who takes care of supplying our table with everything necessary to satisfy our appetites, came to pick me up by carriage at the railway station to take me to our house. During the journey, her blouse had almost opened and I could see her breasts swaying conspicuously, as she was not wearing anything underneath. Madam Muller gave me a mischievous smile when she noticed where my gaze was directed, and instead of buttoning up her blouse, she unbuttoned it even more to tease me. I could clearly see her breasts and nipples, which drove me crazy and turned me on. She laughed as she unbuttoned all the buttons on her blouse, leaving it free to fly in the wind, her breasts swaying, turning me on even more. I admired all her beauty with great joy.
Our servants are mainly women, all quite attractive and young, but there are also men who work outside the house.
I hadn't spent any time at the country house for a year, since last summer to be precise, but now I really wanted to see the servants again because I was more excited than ever. Especially Ursula, one of the two maids, the youngest and most provocative, who has amazing breasts and often showed me a little bit of them to enjoy exciting me. Then there is Madam Muller, who is about my mother's age but is married to Mister Muller. The couple have no children and live in a house near ours, together with the rest of the servants. Mister Muller and his wife take care of the animals on our cows, sheep, chickens and horses.
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