She watched as her husband reached out his wet tongue and slid it down the shaft of her brother's thick meatstick.
"That's it, honey. Do it, do it good."
Angelique writhed her body on the bed, watching the hot blow job that she was controlling. She knew that Bob was enjoying it. She could see his hard, thick cock throbbing as he licked
Phillipe's prick. She knew that this was what he had wanted all along-ever since that first day they had met on the beach at Cannes.
She reached down and grasped hold of Bob's thick, throbbing manstick. Slowly she maneuvered herself into position and slid the thick head of Bob's dick between the moist lips of her pulsating love slit.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Fuck me while you suck my brother's cock. Fuck me good."
Bob felt the tight lips of Angelique's cunt open to take his man tool. He felt the throbbing cock in his mouth and he rammed into Angelique, filling her squirming love pot with the thick shaft of his hot and ready tool.
This was the best of all possible worlds and Bob knew it. He now had it all-and he wanted more. Sliding his body downwards in the bed, still filling Angelique with his thrusts, he spread himself out, his ass thrust high in the air.
"Fuck me, Phillipe," Bob gasped. "Fuck my hot ass."
Angelique's brother was ready and willing to fulfill that request. He spit on the head of his already wet cock and positioned himself over his brother-in-law's hot and eager ass and plunged deep.
Ecstasy for three!
CHAPTER ONE
The hot sun beat down on the white sand beach. Naked bodies baked beneath the French Riviera skies and Bob Garland turned over onto his stomach. He was getting a hard-on and that could be embarrassing to him because it was not a woman who was causing the sensation in him. It was the ass of a young Frenchman who was lying on his stomach just inches away from Bob.
The round, firm buns of the young man's butt were what was turning Bob on. He didn't understand it. But it was happening. He had never in his life even thought of fucking another man.
What was happening to him?
Bob squirmed and turned away from the young blonde Frenchman just as a perfectly beautiful young woman came running across the sand, her long blonde hair wet with the sea.
"Philippe, you lazy son of a bitch," she cried. "Come into the water. It's glorious."
Bob watched her flop down on the sand next to the young man whose butt had aroused him so much. "They're together," he thought.
The young woman was exquisite.
Bob felt the thickness of his hard-on increase as he looked at the young woman's body. She was as perfect as her mate.
The two of them looked like young blonde gods.
Bob Garland was in Cannes for the film festival-a journalist covering the event for the arts magazine that was fronting the money for this trip. He could never have afforded such a luxurious sojourn on his own. Not on his salary.
But here he was, basking in the hot French sun, surrounded by nude and mostly nude sun bathers. Most never bothered-like the young man she had called "Philippe"-to enter the azure blue sea that lay out like a cheap whore for all to enjoy.
"Pardon, monsieur," Bob heard the mellifluous voice of the young woman say. He turned.
"Do you have a cigarette?"
Bob grinned at her. She returned the pleasantry.
"Certainly, miss," Bob said, fumbling in the beach bag that lay beside him. He proffered the pack to her, one cigarette extended.
"Thank you," she said demurely lowering her eyes. "May I also take one for my brother?"
Her brother!
So they were not a couple, Bob thought to himself.
"Certainly, miss."
"Thank you. You are a fine gentleman."
Not so fine, Bob thought to himself. If you knew that I had been getting turned on by the thought of fucking your hot little brother.
The young woman was wearing a yellow spandex bikini. She might as well have been as nude as her brother for all the skimpy garment covered. Her well-rounded, pendulous breasts were barely contained by the strained and stretched fabric that clung to her like wet glue. It was almost as though the garment had been painted onto her voluptuous figure.
The tiny bottom part of the bikini barely covered the honey-colored bush that framed the triangle of her love nest. Bob felt his cock throb as he reached out with his Zippo and lit the cigarette that dangled from the young blonde French woman's succulent lips.
"Merci," she murmured and slipped the cigarette into the lazy lips of her beautiful young brother.
Of course, they are brother and sister, Bob thought. Just look at those eyes. The two of them had perfectly shaped almond eyes, colored a pale green. It was a startling effect, especially against the bronzed flesh of their young bodies. And the blonde hair that fell nearly to both their shoulders framed the angelic faces of this pair of French sea nymphs-one male one female.
Exquisite! Bob thought. Perfectly exquisite, like two Dresden dolls.
The girl may have been twenty. The boy younger-maybe eighteen. Bob himself was twenty-five and felt like a jaded old whoremaster in the company of these two. But there was something sensual to the look of the girl and her brother. Something incredibly innocent and yet not so.
A couple of little devils, Bob thought. Probably fuck like minks.
"You are here for the festival," the young woman stated rather than asked.
"Yes," Bob admitted. He must really look like a tourist, he thought.
"You have the look of a critic," she offered.
"Not guilty!" Bob defended himself. "I am a journalist, yes. A critic, never."
The young woman laughed, a laugh that carried the echo of sea sirens in it.
God, she would be a hot fuck, Bob thought. A really hot fuck.
"Would you care to join us for a drink later?" the young woman asked.
"I certainly would," Bob said, realizing at once that he sounded over-eager.
"Then, until later," the young woman said. "We are at the Maison dAviles. Five o'clock."
With that she leaped to her feet and ran down the beach toward the sea.
The lazy young Frenchman smiled at Bob and snuffing out the cigarette in the sand, stretched his lean young body and rolled over onto his back, crossing his arm over his face.
The perfection of the young man's body was complete on both sides. The washboard stomach was grazed by honey-colored fur that grew thicker as it enveloped the long, thick circumference of his uncircumcised piece of manmeat.
Bob was completely nonplussed now. He felt his thick cock throb at the sight of the perfect young male body stretched out nonchalantly nude inches from his own.
Bob grabbed the towel on which he was lying and wrapped it discreetly about his body, attempting in vain to hide the hardness that thrust outward from his groin.
"A la cinq heure," the young Frenchman's voice came as Bob walked back towards the hotel.
"Yes," Bob muttered, draping his hands in front of him as he waded through the sun worshippers. He hoped to hell the young Frenchman had not noticed his condition.
*****
Hot scalding water enveloped Bob's body as he stepped under the shower in the hotel bathroom. His cock still throbbed. He could not get the vision of the young couple out of his mind. He had never been so turned on his life.
He gripped the thickness of his meat as he felt the water cascading down over his muscled torso. He felt the firmness of his hand on his meat and gave into it.
Hell, I can't meet those two with a raging hard-on, he thought to himself. I'd better take care of this myself. I might end up doing something really stupid.
Bob felt the blood course through his cock as he began to jerk himself off. The vision of the young woman's hot tits alternated with the memory of her brother's well-rounded buttocks. To slip his dick between those breasts or between the firmness of those buns was now a burning necessity. He knew that something odd was happening to him.
But whatever it was, it felt good.
He felt the thickness of his dick respond to the manipulations of his hand, he leaned back against the wall of the tiled shower and slid his hand up and down the thick shaft of his ten-inch prick.
The pent up passions of the afternoon were given full sway in the privacy of the shower. No one could see into his mind. No one could read the inner thoughts of the man as he pulled downward on his thick manmeat. Enjoying the secret longings of his furtive mind.
Bob felt the hardness of his cock increase as the red hot shower water bathed his nakedness. He could feel the pulsing man power of his nuts getting ready to explode. He felt the blood coursing through his cock and he began to gasp.
God, those breasts, he thought. Those hot young French titties, just yearning to be suckled. Those ripe young nipples straining to break through the confines of the bikini top, those firm hips.
Bob reached down with his other hand and grabbed hold of his thick hung sack of nuts. They were full of sweet cum. They were aching to be released. He felt the throbbing power of his cock and the thickness of the load that was in his nuts.
He knew that he could not hold it long. The visions of the French girl and her brother were swapping back and forth in his mind like a couple of darting dervishes.
First, the tits-those incredible tits. He knew that he would have her-she had invited him for a drink-she wanted more-he could tell.
Hot, hot was the scalding water that beat down on his body. Hot, hot was the blood that pounded though his dick, hot hot was the cream that welled up inside his nuts.
He knew that soon-soon-soon it would come, he would explode. He would shoot his load. He would let go of that hot load. He would shoot his thick cream into the hot stream of the shower. He would let go-empty his aching nuts. Lose that feeling of tightness in his groin.
Bob gripped the head of his dick and squeezed. Not yet.
He wasn't ready to let go that load-not yet.
Bob wanted to savor the thought of the French girl-think more about those tits. Those incredible melons that his mouth longed to suck, that his dick ached to squirm between. He wanted to feel the hot flesh of the French bitch on his own naked skin. He wanted that hot young filly to squirm and writhe beneath him. He wanted her body, he wanted her willing, hot young body against his. He wanted her brother!
There is was again-that disturbing brother! That young Frenchman with the hot buns. Why couldn't he get him out of his mind?
Why did the young man's butt turn him on almost as much as his sister's body?
What was happening to Bob?
Did it matter?
Nothing mattered now! Nothing but the fantastic feeling that Bob was getting as he gripped his thick meat, sliding his wet hand up and down the thick shaft of that hard, hard dick.
He gripped his nuts firmly in one hand and squeezed. He could almost feel the thick cream welling up inside his hot sack. He could feel the blood cursing through his cock. He threw his head back and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!"
SPLAT!
"Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!" SPLAT!
"Arrrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhh!" SPLAT!
Bob shot his load. He felt the thick globs of cum squirt from the head of his cock and his nuts throb. The cum shot out of his cockhead and he leaned back against the white tiles of the shower, his knees buckling under the relief of it all.
He dropped his hold on his cock and felt it slap against his hairy thigh.
Now, I really need that drink, he thought.
The bar in the Maison d'Aviles was more crowded than Bob had expected. Obviously, there was some sort of media event occurring.
The throng of bodies was oppressive, and at the same time exciting. Here were the most beautiful people in the world-film actors and actresses-the pampered pretties of the silver screen.
Bob pushed his way through the suntanned sycophants searching for the pair that he had met on the beach.
"Bob Garland!" he heard a voice exclaim! "I don't believe it!"
Bob whirled around to the direction from which the voice had come. His mouth spread into a wide grin.
"Mary Hallmark! What on earth are you doing here?"
Bob had not seen Mary since college-nearly three years before. They had been ... well "steady" was hardly a word in vogue these days.
"Come over here, Bob," Mary urged.
"I'll try," Bob laughed as three starlets bobbed their tits against him.
They three unnatural blondes giggled, brushing their tits harder against the virile young man's chest as he attempted to maneuver himself to the red-haired woman who reached towards him, martini in hand.
"Bob," Mary gushed as he made his way to her side. "How wonderful to see you."
The smell of her had always excited him. Now it was pungent. She was perspiring and the aroma of woman came to his nostrils with a flash of hot memory.
"And how wonderful to see you, Mary," Bob returned, pressing his lips to hers as they embraced in the crush of the mob.
She pushed her body against his, just like she had always done. It was a welcome feeling. Their bodies merged. Alone in the midst of many.
"How long has it been?" Mary asked, at last pulling away from his kiss.
"Too long," Bob said. "A hell of a lot too long."
"Same for me," Mary said. "Get me another martini, please."
"Hey, I just got here," Bob objected, laughing. "You want me to start waiting on you all of a sudden-again." It had always been a joke between them that Bob was there to serve Mary. In more ways than one.
"It's your natural position and you know it."
"Anything you say, Mary," Bob laughed. "Where's the bar?"
"Over there somewhere," Mary pointed a pink lacquered nail in the general direction of left.
"Be right back," Bob promised. He girded his loins and flung himself into the fray.
So many people-and most so incredibly beautiful, Bob thought as he winded his way through the throng. It was going to be a pleasant assignment dealing with the personalities here at Cannes. It was indeed.
Achieving the bar, Bob next had to get the attention of one of the busy bartenders. He watched the young men dispensing drinks like octopi to the thirsty thespians and journalists.
Nothing like a media party to bring out the beast in people, Bob thought to himself, watching the eager, leering faces of the thirsty vying for the attention of the libation bearers.
"Two martinis," Bob barked when he finally caught the eye of one of the young men.
The drinks were in front of Bob before he had thought possible. The bartender was a pro. And he was hot.
The bartenders were dressed in tight black pants and nothing else. Bob admired the young man's body as he accepted the drinks.
Strange, he thought. I've never really paid attention to men's bodies before. Must be the sun here-or something.
Returning through the crush to where Mary waited, Bob thrust the glass of liquid fire into the woman's eager hand.
"Such a gentleman," Mary smiled. "As always."
"What are you doing here?" Bob asked. "Drinking martinis," Mary laughed. "And you?"
"Covering this freak show for Visions," Bob said.
"I'm impressed," Mary said, hoisting her glass.
"It's a job," Bob said, returning the gesture.
It was more than a job to Bob, although he was not about to admit it to Mary. There had always been a sort of competition between them. She was from wealthy parents who indulged her every whim. He had had to work his way through college. Everything had come easy for Mary, grades, looks, money. To Bob, it had come the hard way.
"You always did do your job well," Mary said, savoring the taste of the martini. She was also savoring the way in which Bob had blossomed since she had last seen him. He had always been a good looking guy, but now he was what is generally described as "a hunk."
He looked especially attractive in the tuxedo and white turtle neck that he wore. It set off his dark good looks and his muscular body that she remembered so well. Especially the main muscle! That incredible ten inches of thick man meat that he had always been so proud to share with her.
"Why not stop by my place for a private drink before the evening screening," Mary suggested.
"For old times' sake?"
Bob knew very well what Mary meant by "old times' sake."
"Sure," he said, remembering her lush, expensive body. "That would be good."
"Better than good, I hope," she teased, pressing a knee between his legs as they were pushed closer together by crush of would-be stars.
"You came!" a delighted voice with a definite French accent sounded in Bob's ear.
"Not yet," he joked, and turned around.
There she was, the French girl from the beach, looking even more devastating in a white crepe du chine gown. He couldn't help looking over her shoulder, searching for the blonde brother.
"The evening has not even begun," the French girl promised.
Mary's knee in his groin pressed harder.
"Ouch," he let out involuntarily.
"Sorry," Mary said.
She didn't mean it and he knew it. Whatever else Mary was, she was possessive.
"This is ... " Bob spluttered. He didn't even know the name of the fantasy blonde who had supplied him with his jerk-off vision.
"Angelique Despierre," the girl purred.
"Delighted," Mary said, grasping Bob's arm and turning him in her own direction. "We have to be going."
Mary expertly steered Bob through the mob as he attempted to wave to Angelique who was standing where they had left her-looking bemused.
*****
"Now, let's get down to business, stud," Mary rasped as she pulled Bob toward the bed in her hotel suite. "It's been along time since we've seen each other and I don't like to be kept waiting."
God, she was a demanding bitch, Bob thought. But a hot one.
Mary's mouth covered Bob's as he pressed against her body, feeling the firmness of her breasts press into his chest. He remembered those breasts, their round, firm nipples that grew hard when he took them between his teeth and nibbled on them. He knew that they were still his.
Mary grabbed at his cock through his trousers and felt the firm, thick piece of meat that she knew was there. It was hard-as she knew it would be. She always had had that effect on Bob-and on any other man she had chosen to allow to enjoy her pampered body-and she had chosen many.
"Nice piece of meat, you got there-boy," Mary said, feeling the firmness of Bob's prick. "Boy?" he asked archly.
"Well, excuse me," Mary laughed. "Old man."
"Not old," Bob said. "Not old by a long shot as you'll soon find out."
"So don't tease me," Mary said. "Let's do it, studmeat."
She ripped down the zipper of Bob's pants and thrust her hand hungrily inside. Feeling for his cock. Grabbing at the meat with eager, hot fingers that closed around the thickness of his cock.
"That's mine," she promised herself. "All mine."
"For now," Bob said. "Just for now."
"You bastard," Mary said, digging her nails into his nuts.
Bob winced at the pain, but something about Mary's aggressiveness had always excited him. There was something about a wanton bitch in heat that turned him on. The harder they played, the better he liked it.
They tore at one another's clothes, stripping them away and discarding them like rags onto the plush carpet of the hotel bedroom.
Naked they stood for a moment regarding the bodies each so well remembered.
"Not bad," Mary said, looking at the fine tone of Bob's dark, hairy muscled frame.
"Not bad yourself," Bob grinned. "Not bad at all."
"Real bad," Mary said, sliding to her knees in front of him. "Real fucking bad."
Bob felt Mary's hot tongue begin to lick at the head of his cock as she gripped his nuts in one hand.
"Lick it, bitch," he commanded. "Lick that dick."
Bob loved the feel of Mary's eager tongue as she prised open the piss hole and stuck the tip of her tongue in it.
"Ahhhhh," he groaned, knowing that this was just the beginning of an expert blow job. Mary had learned a lot in the intervening years. She had learned her lessons well, too.
Deftly she encircled the head of Bob's thick cock with her tongue running it back and forth across the piss slit and slipping it up and down the thick shaft of Bob's throbbing tool. A vein stood out on the side of his cock and she paid particular attention to that, taking the time to nip at his throbbing vein with her teeth, gently-then not so gently.
Her hand clasped his nuts tightly and then let them loose, tight, then loose. It was a great feeling, getting his dick licked and his nuts played with-and she really knew what she was doing.
"Now take it, take that cock." Bob was in command. He had Mary on her knees and he was in command-not the way it had always been with her calling the shots. He was going to fuck that rich bitch mouth of hers, fill it with his hot thick cum and shoot a load down her throat. She was going to take it-take all of his thick ten inches.
Mary opened her mouth wide and Bob rammed his dick down into her throat, filling her gagging mouth with the thickness of his meat.
"Take it, take that cock, you cunt, take it all."
Bob rammed hard, grabbing the back of Mary's head with both hands and pushing her all the way down, all the way down to the nuts.
"Suck, cunt, suck," Bob growled. "Suck my dick, you bitch."
Mary gagged, but she took it-took it all. Bob loved the way it felt as he rammed his meat deeper and deeper into the lush throat of the girl who knelt before him, rammed it deep, deeper into her hot, eager, wet mouth.
He slapped his nuts against her chin as he pumped his prick into her waiting, hungry eager mouth.
"Take that cock, you son of a bitching cunt, take it-take it all. Suck my cock. Suck it. Suck that hot cock, you slut. Take it-take all of it. That's right, bitch. Suck it-suck my dick. Suck it all."
Mary gasped and choked as Bob turned into a wildman, ramming his cock into the woman's throat, filling her with his throbbing ten inch stick of dynamite. It was about to shoot, too.
He could feel the load of cream welling up inside his sack of tight nuts. He could feel Mary's throat grip the shaft of his cock. He could feel the contractions and expansions of her tonsils, her tongue, her larynx.
He shot!
WHAM!
SPLAT!
WHAM!
Drowning her in his cum-shooting his load deep into Mary's eager sucking throat.
He pumped his load into her throat, feeling the gag reflex choking her-not caring-only feeling the strength of his own orgasm as he rammed it deep and buried his cock down her throat as she drained every drop from his dripping mancock and sucked it down, swallowed it, taking it all.
Abruptly, Bob pulled back.
Mary nearly fell forward on the floor at his feet.
"Great blow job, bitch," he said. "Now let's go to the movies."
CHAPTER TWO
Bob squared his shoulders and marched into the foyer of the auditorium to participate in his first Cannes Film Festival screening. The crush of famous names and would-be famous names was overwhelming.
So much rode of the reception of the film-millions and millions of dollars. Worldwide.
And the few hundred people in this room this night would decide this. It was staggering.
The responsibility.
And he was here to report on it.
"Your friend is ... how you say ... possessive," Bob heard the now-familiar French accent mewing in his ear. He turned and there she was Angelique. Her white gown clung to her voluptuous figure like a second skin.
"That's one word for it," Bob admitted.
"You have another?" Angelique asked.
"Several," Bob grinned. "But let's talk about you."
"Always the gentleman," the French girl demurred.
"Not always," Bob said, remembering with glee the hard mouth-fucking he had just given Rich Bitch Mary Hallmark.
"You intrigue me more and more," Angelique lowered her eyes, taking in the thick bulge that showed in Bob's ample crotch. And you do the same to me, he thought.
Angelique laughed.
"I amuse you." Bob said.
"Not amuse ... interest," Angelique smiled.
There was an electricity between the two of them. Bob had noted it from the moment he spotted her on the beach. Now it was becoming claustrophobic.
"You have your friend to sit with you?" Angelique inquired.
"She had a previous commitment," Bob told the French girl.
"Ahhh, soo ... then perhaps you join me and my bother," Angelique suggested.
"I'd be delighted," Bob offered.
"Good," Angelique said. "Come with me."
Bob followed the voluptuous woman as she moved through the mob. She was like a sylph, gliding through a forest in the night. Her every move was music as he watched her undulating hips, her slightly swayed back and her strong shoulders that were bare.
They moved into the mobbed auditorium where hundreds awaiting the screening of the newest film from the enfant terrible of French cinema, Jean-Claude Poirot.
"It should be an interesting film," Angelique said over her shoulder as Bob watched her gliding figure.
"One only hopes so," Bob admitted. He couldn't care less about the damned movie. He wanted to get into that girl's pants-if she wore any. Which he doubted.
There was little left to the imagination in the gown that she wore. It clung in all the right places. As she moved, he could see the clear outline of her voluminous breasts, her amply hips and the curve of her stomach. She was a knockout. That was the only word that he could think of to describe her-a sheer-stunning knockout.
Bob felt the tightness in his crotch growing to hardness.
Damn, he thought. What's the matter with me? I just fucked Mary in the mouth, jerked off in the bathroom and this bitch is turning me on again.
"Ahhh, Philippe," Angelique said, as they stopped midway down the aisle. "I have a pleasant surprise for you."
The handsome young blonde Frenchman was seated midway in the aisle at which they had stopped. He glanced up and smiled when he saw Bob.
"How very nice that you could join us," the young man said. "Please sit."
He indicated the seats next to him. Angelique motioned Bob to enter the aisle first and he realized that he was to sit between the two of them.
His groin reacted.
What is the matter with me? Bob thought. I'm getting even more turned on by Philippe than I am by Angelique.
He slid into the seat and cupped his hands in his lap. His condition was becoming obvious.
Angelique sat down next to Bob and reached across his lap to pat her brother on the arm.
"I hope you will behave yourself," Angelique said. Philippe gave a gruff snort.
"He hates Poirot's films," Angelique explained.
"He has been known to cause a disturbance."
He disturbs me, Bob thought to himself.
"Do not worry, monsieur," Philippe said. "I will be on my best behavior in such charming company."
Bob looked quickly at the young man. Was he making a pass?
No, he decided. He was simply being Gallic.
The lights darkened in the auditorium and there was a burst of applause. The film was about to begin.
Bob felt a slight sweat break out on his brow. He tried to watch the credits of the film. He knew that he should be taking notes, but he was immensely disturbed by the presence of these two beautiful blonde French people on either side of him. Angelique he could justify to himself. It was natural for him to be turned on by a gorgeous woman-but her brother? That didn't make any sense to him.
Bob had never in his life been turned on by another man. He knew damned well that he wasn't queer. He'd never even entertained the thought.
What was it about this young blonde Frenchman that excited him so much?
Bob tried to turn his head slightly so that he could get a better glimpse of the young man. He's already seen him naked. He knew that he had an incredibly formed body. But it wasn't just that. Even here, in the confines of the movie auditorium, there was something androgynously charismatic about the young man. He oozed sex.
Bob felt a tension growing in himself. He had to ignore the young man. He had to concentrate on the film.
On the screen were several street urchins gouging through garbage cans. It was one of the most depressing scenes he had ever witnessed. He looked to the other side of him-at Angelique.
The blonde French girl was also looking at him.
"Depressing," she whispered. "Poirot's films are always depressing."
Bob felt her knee push against his.
His crotch reacted.
"That is why Philippe hates them," she continued in a muffled tone. "He hates anything grim."
"Me too," whispered Bob.
"Shhhhhhhhhh!! ! ! ! " came from several people around them.
Bob attempted to concentrate on the film. But the pressure of the girl's knee against his was disturbing. He could feel his cock growing hard as the pressure increased.
He pushed back.
She gripped his arm and help on. They were both looking straight ahead at the movie screen but neither of them was paying the slightest attention to the grim tale of Paris street life that was being played out in front of them. Both were thinking of the other one.
"Puke!" said Philippe aloud.
"SHHHHHHHHHHHH!" greeted his epithet.
"Shit!" he said.
"Philippe, please!" Angelique begged.
"I'm not going to sit through this merdel" Philippe leaped to his feet and turned to make his way from his seat. He turned face forward to Bob and the young man's crotch was in his face.
A distinct bulge was showing in Philippe's crotch-inches from Bob's sweating face.
"Excuse me, please," Philippe said. "I cannot sit through this."
He pushed his way past Bob and Angelique and to the end of the aisle and fled up to the back of the auditorium and out the back door.
Bob squirmed in his seat. Not only was the young man rude. He had had a hard-on. Why?
Bob was more confused than ever. It was apparent to him that there was an attraction between himself and Angelique. The pressure of her knee against his and the grip of her hand on his arm were testaments to that. That would explain his condition.
But his strange feelings toward Philippe? And what about Philippe's tumescent appendage-what had caused that? Proximity to Bob?
He was totally confused now and couldn't wait for the damned, interminable, depressing movie to end.
*****
"Are you sure your brother will be alright?" Bob asked as he slid onto the sofa in Angelique's boudoir.
"Nevermind him," Angelique said. "He will drink himself into oblivion and curse Poirot until the sun comes up. He is always like that at one of Poirot's films. I had expected it."
"But then why ... "
"I said, never mind," Angelique insisted. "We have more interesting things to discuss. Namely you."
Bob was flattered. Here was this absolutely stunning girl who had virtually picked him up on the beach-now he was alone with her in her hotel room and she was leaning towards him, her mouth pursed to be kissed.
He responded.
He could feel the electric shock as soon as he touched lips with the girl. She was something very special. He had never felt this kind of thing before.
Lust, sure. He had felt that many times. But this was beyond lust, beyond desire. This was-perhaps-love.
Bob moved his body closer to Angelique's. He felt her body through the thin fabric of her gown. He grasped her with his hands and pulled her down on top of him as he slid his body full-length onto the couch. She responded.
She was smaller and more delicate than he had imagined. She was like a child stretched out on top of him, her warm, vibrant body undulating with his as he slowly began to run his hands over the slickness of her gown, crumpling it, pulling her tighter and tighter against him.
"You are very special," he whispered in her ear, taking the lobe between his lips and nibbling.
"And so are you," she whispered back, grinding her hips against his, pushing herself more and more firmly against him, feeling his body respond to hers, feeling the hardness of his manhood pressing into the softness of her gown, her thighs, her hot little love nest.
"Make love to me," she pleaded. "Please make magnificent love to me."
"Don't worry about a thing," Bob said. "I have every intention of doing just that."
"Let us go into the bedroom," Angelique said, pulling Bob up from the couch as she herself stood up. ""Let us get naked and make love to one another as never before for either of us."
Her strange syntax excited Bob even more. Her body was fantastic. The electric feeling between them was something he had never experienced. But even above all that was the foreign delight of her charming accent and the special way she had of speaking English.
It excited him even more.
"Come, let us love each other's bodies," she offered as she drew him into the darkened confines of her private bedroom.
Bob willingly followed her, anticipating delights he had never experienced, never dreamed of.
And he was not to be disappointed.
Her body had been in his mind since the first moment he had seen her on the each-clad in the incredibly revealing bikini.
Now it was made flesh before him.
Flesh for him to devour.
"Take me," she whispered as she lay naked on the bed before him. "Take me and make me yours."
Bob quickly stripped off his clothes and knelt beside the bed. He wanted to gaze first at the magnificence of her young bronzed body stretched out before him like a dawning sun.
She had the body of a Greek statue, perfect in every detail. From the high cheekbones and delicate structure of her face to the neck that sloped like a swan's to the rise of her full, young, ripe breasts to the gentle curves of her sloping stomach to the warm, moist nest of her love tunnel.
He licked her with his eyes. He devoured her flesh with his memory. It might never happen to him again. Who knew if her would ever see her again and he wanted to savor every moment, every inch of her incredible form.
"Do not worship me," Angelique begged. "Use me-I am yours."
She spread herself open to him, longing for the feel of his flesh on hers, in hers. He knew that this might just well be the most magnificent moment of lovemaking that he would ever experience and he did not want to in any way hurry it-he wanted it to last-forever.
Angelique reached out and gripped his hand and guided it first to her breast-that ripe young melon that had been kissed by the sun, formed by the gods for the delight of man-this man.
The shock of actually touching her breast almost made him shoot his wad right then and there. But he controlled himself. He was not going to hurry this-in now way was this to be a quickie. This was going to last him-for a lifetime if necessary.
Slowly Bob crawled up onto the bed. Feeling the flesh of her body with his hands then with his tongue as he knelt over her, his cock throbbing. He stuck out his tongue and dared to touch that perfect nipple, that nipple that looked and tasted like a fresh strawberry-so sweet, so succulent, so responsive.
"Ohhhh, oui, make love to me, Bobby, make love to me, please. You are so good, soooo good," the voice of the angel on the bed grew husky, deep and breathy. He could feel the excitement coursing through her flesh as the nipple hardened to his touch.
He licked at the swollen aureole, feeling the firmness that came into it. He dared to take the tender nipple in his teeth and gently nibble-to tease it with his teeth.
"Oh, mon Dieu," she gasped. "Oui, oui, oui."
Her tiny hands gripped his head and pressed it down harder on her tit, forcing him to bite her harder, to take her tender breast into his mouth and suckle on it, to nurse her like a baby."
"Suck it," she wailed. "Suck my tittie."
Bob could hardly control himself as she squirmed on the bed, thrashing and grabbing at his cock as he sucked her tit. She was guiding his meat toward her crotch, trying to get him inside her as he nuzzled her breast, suck her tit.
"Take it, take my tittie," she cried, like a little girl, whimpering and pushing her naked flesh against his with a fierceness that frightened him.
But Bob was not ready to take the plunge-not yet.
Slowly he moved his mouth down her luscious body, licking at her flesh, driving his tongue into her tiny navel, feeling the squirming, writhing woman-child beneath him catch fire as she screamed in delight.
"Aaaeeee! Yes, Yes, Oui, mon Dieu, yes!"
She was loving the tongue lube that he was giving her and the closer he got to her snatch the hotter she became. It was like she was a forest on fire-out of control. She writhed and wriggled beneath him on the bed.
Bob could smell the heady aroma of her womanhood rising to meet his hot, wet tongue as she thrashed about beneath him, squirming and screaming as he neared her love canal-that honey covered bush that opened before him, pink lips moist and willing-more than willing-eager. Hungry.
With a lightning stroke he drove his tongue into her hot cunt, touching her little love button with the tip of his tongue. It was on fire, exploding liquid lava onto his taste buds as she screamed her delight, grabbing the sheets with her hands and wringing them as she thrust her ass upwards from the bed to meet the deep plunges of his tongue, sucking and licking at the hot juices that flowed uncontrolled from her hot, deep pit of passionate desire.
Bob felt the almost uncontrollable joy that she was expressing. She was wild now. She was an animal. He could do with her what he wanted.
Grabbing her by the knees he quickly turned her onto her stomach, pulling her buttocks into the air. She gasped with amazement as his tongue that had been driving her clit mad now rammed deep into her hot little pink anus.
Her ass was as sweet as her cunt. He could feel the heat oozing from the little rosebud. She squealed with delight as Bob's tongue lashed in and out, in and out of that tight little butt hole. He reached up with a finger and tickled her clit as he reamed her hot, tight little virgin butt. Angelique could not control the spasms that were shaking her body now, she could only wriggle and squirm and squeal as Bob rammed his tongue deep into that forbidden hole. He gripped her little love knob now with two fingers and twiddled it as he rimmed her butt.
His cock was now throbbing, he wanted her now-wanted her in the worst way--and he was going to have her, too.
Pulling himself up on his knees behind her as she squatted on the bed, her ass in the air. Bob spit on his hand and rubbed it over the thick head of his cock. The girl was now delirious, ready for anything that he had to dish out to her and so when he pressed the thick bulbous head of his ten inch prick against the wet hot opening of her butt, she squealed and squirmed and wracked her body backwards, meeting his thrust as he plunged into her ass-hole, burying the shaft to the hilt, his balls slapping against the triangle of her cunt as she screamed.
Bob could feel the incredible tightness of her virgin butt as it gripped his meat. It was the most incredible feeling that Bob had every experienced.
Angelique wriggled her ass upwards, taking the whole length of Bob's cock deep, deep within her hot little ass-hole, he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking all of his thick dick into her and holding on for dear life.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck my ass. Fuck it, you hot man! Fuck my butt!"
Bob held tight to the young French woman's body, pulling her against him, driving his meat within her, feeling the hot plunges as he tore into her flesh.
He knew that this was the first time she had ever let anyone do this, the ass-hole was too tight.
He loved his and there were few women who could take it-not his ten-inch tool they couldn't. He was delighted that Angelique was responding to so well. Here was the kind of woman he could love. The kind who could take anything that he could dish out.
"Take me!" she screamed. "Take my ass. Fuck me! Fuck it hard."
Bob was ramming as hard as he could. He could feel the thick cum beginning to swell up in his nuts and he knew that in a few more strokes he would drop his seed deep into her hot, grasping little ass-hole.
Suddenly, he pulled back. His cock slipped from her ass-hole and he dropped her on the bed.
"Turn over, bitch," he commanded. "I want that hot French cunt of yours and I want it bad."
"Yes, yes," she whimpered eagerly. "Anything, anything at all."
She was his now. His to do with as he wanted. Anything that Bob desired this little Angelique would do for him.
"Suck it," he said. "Suck that cock," he ordered.
Eagerly she scrambled to her knees as he knelt on the bed, taking the shaft of his dick in one of her small hands and eagerly taking the thick head of it into her mouth. He pushed her back, driving the cock deep into her mouth.
She was licking and lapping at the hard, thick manshaft as he drove his hips forward, plunging into her sweet mouth like a pile driver. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She loved the taste, the feel, the power of his man's cock.
That's it, he thought. That's it, you little bitch. You love it, don't you? you love my cock.
Roughly he pushed her down on the bed.
"Now, spread those legs, bitch. Spread them." Angelique was eager to comply. She wanted Bob's dick in her pussy. She'd had it in her mouth, in her ass-hole, now she wanted it in her tight, hot cunt.
Bob gripped the shaft of his tool in his hands and guided the head of it into the honey pot that writhed and squirmed between her legs. He could feel the incredible grip of her hot, wet pink lips as she opened wide for him and he plunged!
"Take it, you little French bitch," he muttered, feeling the hot wetness of her cunt as he drove his mantool deep inside her.
"Yes, that's it," he said. "Take that cock, take it all."
He reached down and grabbed hold of her ass from beneath and raised her from the bed, meeting his plunges as he drove his stick shift into drive.
"Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck my pussy!"
Bob covered her mouth with his own and drove his tongue into her throat with the same power that he was driving his dick into her hot little snatch. She took all he had to offer, begging him with her body for more.
Bob's hot, hard dick drove deep into Angelique's squirming hot love nest and he could feel the power of his cum ready to explode. He knew that he was about to shoot his wad. He was going to drop his hot seed in that girl's writhing, squirming snatch.
Bob pulled up to take a final plunge and Angelique screamed with delirious delight. RAM! SPLAT!
His cum dropped into her waiting wetness with the power of a lightning rod. RAM! SPLAT!
He rammed it home, feeling the gripping tightness of her cunt eagerly eat up his load as he spurted his man juice into her hot wetness.
She screamed again as she felt the hot jolts of cream squirting into her.
Bob dropped her onto the bed, pulling his meat out.
They lay side by side, she gripping and tearing at his flesh gently with her fingers as she whined and whimpered like a kicked puppy.
Bob had had many hot fucks in his time, but this was something really special, really wild. He held her close to him, savoring the warm afterglow of their fuck.
Then a disturbing thought crossed his mind: Where was her brother Philippe at this moment, and what was he up to?
CHAPTER THREE
Philippe lay on his back as the sea carried him back to shore. He loved swimming at night. Especially naked. It gave him a feeling of freedom that he could not attain anywhere else.
The warm night sea washed over Philippe's naked body, caressing his sun-bronzed flesh like a lover, it made his large, uncircumcised cock respond the way a kiss would. It grew slightly hard-not to its full tumescence, but enough to give him that warm glow that he enjoyed.
From the shore he was being observed. He didn't know it yet, but he would soon find out. The dark eyes strained against the moonlight to make out the nude body that was slowly washing toward shore.
The young Spanish sailor had been walking along the beach to clear his head. He'd been drinking somewhat heavily that night and he found that the sea air did wonders for his head.
Philippe stirred as the sea carried him shoreward. He raised his head and saw a lone figure standing on the shoreline.
He could make out that it was a male figure and that it was dressed in white.
Immediately, the cock responded. He hoped that ... well, he hoped.
As Philippe was carried closer to the shore, the Spanish sailor could see that his dream was coming true, that indeed it was a handsome young man who was being washed his way-a blonde young man. The tight sailor pants bulged as his cock began to grow hard. This could be the start of a very interesting encounter, he thought to himself.
Philippe stood up now, he was that close to the shore. He began wading through the water, treading sand as he neared the lone figure standing on the shoreline. He, too, liked what he saw.
"Warm tonight," the sailor said in perfect French.
"Oui, comme ca," Philippe responded, not bothering to hide his half-hard cock.
"It gets warmer by the minute," the Spanish sailor continued.
Philippe only smiled and walked from the surf onto the white sand that was glistening in the moonlight.
The roll of Philippe's buttocks as he passed the young sailor gave the young man the added incentive he needed to decide to pursue this escapade to its conclusion-whatever that might be.
Philippe lay down on his stomach on the white sand and stretched out full length.
"Do you have a cigarette?" he asked, turning his head to look at the young sailor who was watching him intently.
"Unfortunately, I do not smoke," the sailor said.
"Just as well," Philippe said. "I smoke too much anyway."
"It is a bad habit," the Spanish sailor offered, moving closer and squatting beside Philippe. The butt was only inches from him now, that incredible butt of Philippe Noiret. Round, bronzed by the sun with just a hint of golden hair that rose from the cleft of the melons that were perfectly formed.
"Would you like to come somewhere warmer?" the sailor asked.
"It's fine here," Philippe said, lazily. He loved the feel of the sea breeze on his naked body, even though it was somewhat cooler than it had been in the water.
"Yes, it is quite fine here," the Spanish sailor agreed. He moved just inches closer to Philippe. He could smell the aroma of the young man's body now. It was refreshing and clean-like the sea.
"You are here for the Festival?" Philippe inquired.
"No," the sailor said. "I am only here by coincidence with the Festival. My ship is just there." He pointed to a dark hulk on the horizon from which a few lights shone.
"But you are not on your ship," Philippe accused.
"No, it is alright though, I have a pass."
Philippe smiled-pass, indeed. He knew one was about to be made and he was just in the mood to receive it.
"Do you like to swim?" Philippe asked. "After all, you are a sailor."
"Yes, I like very much to swim," the sailor answered, showing a stunning set of snow white teeth against his dark skin.
"Then why don't you?" Philippe teased. "The water is wonderful." He stirred slightly on the sand, undulating his body, making his hips rise and fall, driving the Spaniard wild with desire.
"I would rather stay and talk with you, if that is alright," the sailor asked gently.
His eyes washed over Philippe's naked form, drinking in the details of his perfect body.
Philippe felt the stirrings in his own groin as he turned onto his side, facing the Spaniard.
"That would be very pleasant," Philippe smiled. "Why don't you sit with me."
The sailor saw that Philippe's cock was growing even as he lay there smiling at him. He felt the stirrings in his own crotch and gratefully slipped onto the white sand beside the young blonde Frenchman.
The white pants of the Spanish sailor did little to conceal his growing excitement. Philippe did not let the fact go unnoticed. He had hoped that something like this would happen.
Philippe stretched lazily letting his hand brush the Spanish sailor's knee. He felt a jerk as the Spanish sailor took a deep intake of breath.
But the young man lay down beside Philippe, near enough to touch, but not doing so.
"It is wonderful here at night, especially late like this when all the crazy film people have gone to each others' beds," Philippe said. "It is much better than in the daytime with the place is full of wild Americans with their cameras."
Philippe turned onto his back, stretching a hand across his stomach and gently rubbing the hard, washboard muscles of his stomach. His cock gave a little jerk as it filled with blood. The nearness of the Spaniard and his shyness was having a sensual effect on Philippe.
The heat between the two young men was almost palpable as the Spaniard stretched out full length on his back, his hands crossed under his head. He gazed up at the black night sky filled with moon.
Philippe's hand reached down to his dick and began to slowly manipulate it. He could sense the tenseness of the Spaniard and it excited him.
Slowly, Philippe reached his other hand over and ran it along the young sailor's leg. He felt the tremor go through the young sailor's body, but he did not pull away. Philippe turned onto his side, facing the sailor and reached his hand up to the young man's chest and let it rest there.
The sailor continued to look at the sky, his eyes now closed as he felt the hand gently stroke his body, moving from the chest to the stomach and beyond.
As Philippe's fingers touched the sailor's crotch, there was an electric current that charged between the two. A gasp escaped from the sailor's lips as he felt Philippe's deft fingers encircled the fullness of his now fully hard cock.
Philippe moved closer, his body now touching that of the sailor. The sailor lay perfectly still. Letting Philippe do as he wanted. The buttons on the sailor's pants were opened and Philippe's slender fingers slipped inside and groped for the meat among the folds of the white cotton shorts that the sailor wore.
The dick was thick and stubby, about eight inches long, but so round that Philippe's fingers had trouble circling it.
The sailor's breathing grew shallow as he felt the hand pulling his cock from the opening in his pants. He kept his eyes shut tightly as Philippe pulled his stumpy, thick cock from the pants and began to slowly pull the foreskin back from it.
Philippe's own cock was hard as a rock now, pressing against the sailor's thigh as Philippe moved closer and closer, pulling himself up to the young sailor and pressing his body tightly against his.
The sailor felt the lips press his own and opened his moth. Philippe's tongue slipped just inside, teasing the teeth as the young sailor felt the hardness of his own cock responding to the expert manipulations of Philippe's slim fingers.
With the stealthiness of a jungle cat, Philippe crawled on top of the fully clothed sailor and felt the hardness of their two bodies mingling in the warm night air.'
He could feel the electric excitement that passed through the sailor's body as he pressed his own cock against that of the sailor's.
They lay there on the sand, rocking gently as the sound of the sea filled their ears and the heat of night lust filled their bodies with desire.
Philippe's tongue slid into the Spanish sailor's mouth and the sailor opened to receive it. Their warmth filled one another and Philippe felt the excitement that was being generated between them increase as the sailor's prick rubbed against his own. Philippe slipped his tongue out of the sailor's mouth and quickly slid his body down.
Taking the sailor's dick into his mouth, Philippe swallowed it in one gulp.
"Santa Maria!" the Spanish sailor exclaimed, responding to the terrific feel of having the young blonde Frenchman take his meat all the way into his throat.
The sailor's dick was thick. Philippe savored the taste and the feel of the hearty hunk of meat as he let it fill his mouth and throat. Philippe's tongue worked on the sides of the dick, sending a thrill through the sailor's body, making his breathing become shallow and his voice hoarse as he muttered exclamations of joy and excitement.
Philippe's own dick and balls were crushed into the sand as he lay between the sailor's legs, taking the thick piece of hot Spanish meat into his throat and sucking on it. He could taste the heady flavor of the young man's uncircumcised meat pole and it was good.
Philippe unbuttoned the pants that the sailor wore as he continued to suck on his dick. The young sailor raised his hips upwards to allow Philippe to slide the pants down. Philippe finally had to release his mouth-hold on the young sailor's prick to remove his pants. The young sailor helped as much as he could, but Philippe did most of the work, wanting to get the young sailor as naked as he himself was.
The upper garment that the sailor wore was tight and he had to sit up to remove it. He discarded the garment and lay back on the sand-naked.
Philippe knelt between the young sailor's legs, reaching a hand down to cup his pendulous balls and with his other hand encircled the young sailor's thick meat.
"You have a beautiful body," Philippe told the sailor as he enjoyed the sight of the dark young man's form against the white sands of the beach.
"Thank you," the sailor said quietly. There was almost a blush in his voice as he whispered the words huskily.
Philippe slid down onto the sand again, licking at the young man's thighs as he began to peel back the thick foreskin that covered the head of the Spaniard's cock.
Little tremors of excitement ran through the young man's body as he felt the warm, wet tongue lick upward between his thighs and tickle his balls as Philippe opened his mouth and took one of the big nuts in his mouth and sucked on it. His hand manipulated the prick, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head of the fat cock.
Philippe used his chin to pressure the young man into raising himself slightly upwards. Philippe's tongue slipped down the sack of nuts to the hairy crack of the sailor's ass and slipped the tip of it inside the steamy opening of the Spaniard's ass-hole.
An audible sigh of excitement escaped the young man's lips as he felt the warm, firm tongue tease the opening of his dark hole. He raised his knees and thrust his ass upwards to meet the downward thrusts of Philippe's inquiring tongue. Philippe was on his knees by now, bending over, ramming his tongue deeper and deeper into the Spanish sailor's ass-hole as he played with the thick piece of meat that was shaped like a hooded beer can.
As Philippe's tongue thrusts became more aggressive, he could feel the hot little butt hole opening wider to accept his tongue. He placed a finger beside his tongue and began to slip it inward as the young man went into paroxysms of ecstasy.
Then the tongue was removed and the finger replaced it.
"Aeeeee!" the sailor gushed as he felt the firm finger sliding all the way into his tight, dark hole. He pushed his knees further upwards, letting Philippe finger fuck him as the Frenchman's other hand expertly manipulated his hard cock.
Philippe felt the tightness of the ass-hole and explored it.
Deeper and deeper into the hot little hole Philippe's finger slipped, opening the young man's mysteries as he pulled on his cock.
Philippe's own cock was throbbing, feeling the anticipation of what he knew was coming next. He longed to fuck the young sailor and from the way the kid was responding, Philippe knew that he only had to take it slow and easy and the young Spaniard's ass was his.
Two fingers now played in the ass-hole, stretching it, making it accessible.
The Spaniard was now writhing on the sand, his legs crooked upwards, his ass opening as Philippe's body moved upwards, filling up the gap that lay between then.
Then, Philippe slipped his fingers out of the sailor's ass and wet the head of his cock with his spittle and placed the head of his dick at the dark opening of the Spaniard's butt hole.
The sailor gritted his teeth as he felt the head penetrate his sphincter, but he did not resist. Rather he assisted, pushing his butt upwards as Philippe slipped the head of his cock into the tight, dark hole.
Slowly but firmly Philippe slid his cock into the sailor's eager ass, filling the cavern with his thick piece of hot meat. The sailor grunted as he accepted the foreign object. He wanted it-and he was getting it.
Philippe felt the tightness of the ass-hole muscles expanding to accept his big cock. He loved the feel of it as he slipped his cock deeper and deeper into the tight, dark hole of love that the Spanish sailor was letting him have.
Still, Philippe's hand kept a firm grip on the sailor's dick, pulling the foreskin back over the mushroom shaped head of the dark piece of man meat. He felt the slickness of pre-cum spreading over the head of the dick and with his thumb spread it around, causing the Spaniard to sigh with delight.
All the while, Philippe's cock was inching deeper and deeper into the dark tunnel of love that the sailor was offering him, opening for him, grunting to accept it and loving every fucking inch of it.
Finally, Philippe felt his balls rest against the crack of the kid's ass and knew that he had made it all the way. He lay there quietly for a moment, savoring the feel of the tight glove circling his cock.
The incredible tightness of the Spanish sailor's ass-hole felt wonderful to Philippe. He loved the way the ass gripped his cock and then he began to fuck. Slowly, so slowly.
Philippe's own ass was squeezing as he slipped his dick slowly from head to hilt inside the dark young man's butt hole. He felt the tension in his buttocks as he slipped it to the sailor.
The sailor's cock was throbbing now, almost ready to shoot, but Philippe was not about to let that happen.
He released his hold on the sailor's cock and gripped the young man's legs, forcing his ass even further upwards and began to really plunge his meat in.
The sailor let out animal sounds as he writhed on the sand, feeling the thick, long meat of the Frenchman filling his tight butt hole with deep, firm strokes.
Plunge!
Philippe felt his cockhead hit bottom and then pulled it out until just the head was entrapped within the tight confines of the kid's sphincter and then plunged again-ramming his meat deep, deep into the hot, wet hole. Plunge!
The Spaniard let out a cry-of sheer pleasure as he felt himself being fucked-and fucked hard.
Harder and deeper Philippe plunged his meat, filling the kid's ass as he rammed it home. Fucking the Spanish sailor with expertise.
Philippe pushed the sailor's knees up until he was practically jack-knifed there on the sand, his ass upwards, ready to receive the long, hard strokes that Philippe was now taking-fucking him royally.
The hard muscled buttocks of the Spanish sailor felt drawn tight as a drumhead as Philippe rammed his cock home, his balls slapping against the young man's ass as he banged deep.
The Spaniard's cock was bobbing now, he could feel the thick piece of meat ramming home inside his ass and his own cock was ready to explode. Philippe deliberately slowed his action, taking his time, savoring and enjoying every second of this fantastic fuck.
The Spaniard was gnashing his teeth and flailing his head from side to side as Philippe slowly drew his cock almost all the way out and then slowly, slowly slipped it back in all the way to the nuts.
"Please cum inside me," the sailor whispered. "Fuck my ass. Fill me with your juice. Give it to me. Give that cum to me!"
Philippe could feel the heat of his cock and his balls as he fucked the sailor's ass. He knew that soon, soon he would explode, filling the young man's ass-hole with his hot, thick cream. He knew that the sailor would cum too. He knew that this was going to be it.
Here it came!
Philippe felt the load swelling up in his nuts. He pushed the kid's knees onto his shoulders and pulled himself up to a crouching position as he rammed straight down, driving his meat home-deep, deep-all the way down.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the sailor begged.
Philippe felt the ass-hole gripping at his cock as he rammed it home, deeper and deeper with longer, harder strokes. He was ready. He was ready to cum. He was ready to shoot his wad.
SPURT!
Cum filled the sailor's ass. SPURT!
The sailor let go with a wad of his own. SPURT!
Philippe squeezed the muscles of his ass tight as he let go another spurt of hot, thick man cum. SPURT!
The sailor's cock exploded as his ass accepted the load of his French lover.
SPURT!
The two of them came together, Philippe filling the sailor's ass with his load while the sailor let go his own load, gripping Philippe's thick, pulsing cock with the muscles of his hot, hairy hole.
They held it there for a moment, Philippe feeling his cock squirt the last of his load into the young Spaniard's ass, the Spaniard gripping and releasing, gripping and releasing, savoring the feel of the blonde Frenchman's meat inside him. Not wanting it to end, not wanting to let go of this hot young man's sweet piece of spurting meat.
Then Philippe began his withdrawal, slow-slow-slow.
The head of Philippe's cock slipped from the Spaniard's ass-hole and he let go his hold on the young man's legs, allowing him to lie down on the sand.
Philippe lay down beside him and pressed his arm over the young sailor's chest, pulling him tightly to himself as they lay back and looked up at the darkened sky, the sound of the sea filling their ears with gentle music.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bob heard a door open.
He opened his eyes and blinked. Where the hell was he?
"Good morning," he heard a soft voice say. "You certainly sleep soundly."
Angelique smiled down at his naked body as she stood beside the bed, coffee cup in hand.
"I had good reason to," Bob said, remembering the wild night they had spent together.
"You have to be anywhere today."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly three," Angelique said, sitting on the side of the bed beside him.
She was wearing a sheer wrap that did little to hide her body--that perfect body. Bob could already feel the stirrings of desire in his groin as he watched her settle beside him.
"I have some kind of a cocktail party at five," he said, laying back against the satin pillow that he had pulled up behind him.
"Good, then we can have a late breakfast before you go."-
Breakfast, Bob thought. At three in the afternoon? He could get used to this lifestyle-really easily.
"Sounds good to me," Bob grinned. "In fact, about anything you would have to say would sound good to me right now."
"You must behave," Angelique said as she eluded the hand that reached for her. She stood up beside the bed and asked, "Coffee?"
"I'll settle for that-for now," Bob smiled. His cock was getting hard as he watched Angelique slide across the room to a bureau on which stood a silver coffee pot. He watched her graceful movements as she poured a cup for him.
"Milk? Sugar?" she asked, turning to Bob.
"Anything you say," he said agreeably.
"You are impossible."
She prepared the coffee and seemed to glide back across the room to where Bob lay propped up in bed. Settling once more on the bed, but far enough from him so that he could not grab at her, Angelique handed Bob the coffee cup.
"Merci," he said, in a deplorable accent.
Angelique grinned. She liked this American.
"Angelique! Are you ready?"
The door burst open and there stood Philippe.
"Don't you knock?" Angelique asked, petulantly, turning to regard her brother.
"Sorry," he said, taking note of Bob lying naked on the bed.
"Good morning," Bob grunted, pulling a sheet quickly over him to hide his nakedness.
"Good morning," Philippe said, smiling.
"Get yourself some coffee," Angelique said. "I'm not going."
"Not going?" Philippe complained. "Why not?"
"I think that's pretty obvious," Angelique said. "I have something better to do than go on some stupid picnic with those stupid people."
"They are not stupid people," Philippe said. "They are my friends."
"They may be perfectly charming," Angelique said, "but I have a previous engagement."
"Suit yourself," Philippe said. "But you'll be missing a good time."
"I doubt that," Angelique rejoined.
Philippe filled a cup with coffee for himself and plopped down on the opposite side of the bed from his sister. Bob was trapped between them.
He noted the aroma of Philippe as the young blonde Frenchman stretched his long legs out. It was a fresh smell, like the sea.
Something about the smell of Philippe excited Bob. He felt his cock which had gone flaccid when the young man entered the room begin to swell again. He crossed his legs under the sheet so that the bulge would not become noticeable, he could not understand the strange effect the nearness of this young blonde Frenchman had on. him whenever they were close to one another. It disturbed him greatly.
"Perhaps your friend would like to come on the picnic as well," Philippe said.
"Perhaps not," Angelique said quickly.
Bob felt like a tennis ball.
"Monsieur, I put it to you: would you enjoy spending an afternoon in the company of some of the most beautiful people in France at an old chateau just outside of town, eating some of the finest French cuisine?" Philippe asked.
Bob looked at Angelique.
She gave no hint of her feelings.
"Perhaps," Bob said, uncomfortably. He felt himself drawn to Philippe, but didn't understand why and the feeling disturbed him deeply.
"Then it's settled," Philippe said.
"Settled!" Angelique exclaimed. " 'Perhaps,' does not mean settled."
"Well, if you're going to be difficult about it," Philippe said.
"Now, wait a minute, you two," Bob interrupted the badinage between brother and sister. "Let me make up my own mind. I do have a commitment this afternoon, but tell me about this picnic, it might amuse me."
"There, see," Philippe said. "He is interested."
"He is not interested," Angelique said. "He is merely polite."
"He is interested," interjected Bob. "Tell him about it."
Philippe gave Angelique a look. She sipped her coffee and turned away from Bob.
Philippe's hand touched Bob's knee through the sheet. An electric shock went through Bob's whole body. The feeling was more intense than anything he had every felt.
"It is like this," Philippe said. "We have arranged to spend some time in the home of one of my closest friends. He is a viscount and the house is very old. We will have fine food and good companionship and much fun."
"They are all degenerates," Angelique said. "Perverts and sex maniacs."
"Now you're talking," Bob grinned. "Just my kind of people."
Philippe laughed and Bob did too-perhaps too much. The young man was still holding his hand on Bob's knee through the sheet and Bob's cock was getting harder and harder by the minute.
"Then come with us," Philippe said. "Never mind what my sister, the nun says."
Nun would hardly be the word Bob would have used to describe the sex toy that he had enjoyed the night before.
"Very well," Angelique said. "Do what you want. I will have no part of it."
"Please," Bob said. "I don't want to cause problems between the two of you."
"There is no problem," Angelique said. "You prefer the company of my brother and his degenerate friends, you are welcome to them."
She stood up and walked toward the bathroom door. She did not look back, but went through the door and closed it behind her.
"Excuse my sister," Philippe said when the door had closed. "She is sometimes difficult."
Bob felt uncomfortable now that he was alone with Philippe, especially since he was naked with a roaring hard-on and the young blonde man was still resting a gentle hand on his knee.
"Maybe I'd better pass on the picnic," Bob said. "I do, after all, have an assignment from my magazine to cover the film festival."
"You can hear all about it at tomorrow's cocktail party," Philippe argued. "There is never anything new at the festival. It's all the same old shit."
Bob resisted, slightly. He had to admit that the idea sounded intriguing. There were several more days of the festival and he was drawn to Philippe. It might be interesting to see who his friends were.
"Alright," Bob said. "I'll come."
"Magnifique!" Philippe exclaimed. He leaped up and kissed Bob full on the mouth and then darted across the room to the door. "Be ready in half an hour."
Bob lay on the bed stunned.
He had never been kissed like that by a man before. And he had to admit he was excited by it. His cock did not lie.
"You are going?" Angelique said, coming out of the bathroom. She had heard everything.
Perhaps she had not seen the kiss.
"Yes," Bob said. "I think it sounds like fun."
"Then I will come too," Angelique said. "I wouldn't want to trust you with that mob of vultures. They'd eat you alive."
"Really," said Bob. "An interesting idea."
Angelique threw herself onto the bed on top of Bob, laughing.
"You are impossible," she laughed.
"On the contrary," Bob said. "I am more than possible-I'm a push over."
*****
He had to admit that the "picnic" was not quite what he had expected. They certainly didn't have "picnics" like this back home.
First of all, as soon as they were in the chateau, which was incredibly beautiful, everyone had removed his or her clothes.
"You must strip," Philippe informed him. "It is de rigueur."
Bob was not a prude, but he had never been in a situation like this before. "What the hell," he thought. "You only live once."
The group of people that Philippe was involved with, Bob had to admit, were beautiful-some of the most beautiful young men and women he had ever seen, they seemed totally unaffected by the nudity of the situation. It seemed to them the natural state of affairs. As soon as he had his clothes off, he too began to feel quite comfortable. Even though he had to fight a tendency to get a hard-on. So much gorgeous naked flesh in such close proximity was more than exciting-it was intoxicating.
With Angelique he felt quite natural. He stuck to her like glue.
"Are you having a good time," the young woman said to him as she noted Bob's expression. He was watching a couple of young men kiss one another on the mouth.
"Somehow I have the feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto," he said.
"What?" Angelique asked.
"Skip it," Bob said.
They were in the main salon of the old chateau, a huge room filled with ancient furniture and some of the most ornate pieces of sculpture that Bob had ever seen. It was like something from a Gothic horror film, but there was no horror here, only the beautiful young people and an underlying feeling of the most incredible sensuality that Bob had ever experienced. He knew that this whole thing was going to turn into one mass orgy and he was just about ready for it. Just about, but he was not ready to let go of Angelique for a minute. He wanted her near him.
Bob and Angelique settled onto a gold brocade sofa and he tasted the wine that had been given him by Philippe. It was a good French wine, Bob could tell that. What kind he didn't know and couldn't have cared less. What mattered was that he was in this situation and he was determined to make the best of it, whatever happened.
"You are not uncomfortable?" Angelique asked him.
"Not really," Bob admitted. "It's okay."
He was watching as the group of about twenty people paired and tripled off. They were mingling as people do at any cocktail party-but they were naked.
Across the room from him two young men and a pretty young girl were getting friendly. The two young men were kissing the girl's breasts, fondling them as she played with their cocks.
"That's Paul and Desmond," Angelique pointed out. "They always like to share. They are cousins."
"Who's the girl?" Bob asked, establishing his heterosexuality in his own mind.
"Jeanne is her name," Angelique said. "She is a friend of Philippe's."
Jeanne was stunning. She had long black hair that reached below her shoulders. It was pulled back now as she stretched out on the couch where Paul and Desmond were arranged on either side of her. She was obviously enjoying the two young men-her hands encircled their cocks as they kissed and licked at her tits. Their hands explored her body and she opened up to them, giving them the opportunity to reach between her thighs and feel the softness of her silky skin.
Bob felt his cock getting hard. But it didn't seem to matter. No one was paying any particular attention to him. Except Angelique.
She slipped down to her knees in front of him as he stretched back on the sofa and he felt her mouth encircle the head of his cock as he watched the threesome just directly across from them begin to really get into it.
Jeanne lay back on the couch as Bob was doing. She was savoring the feel of the young men's mouths on her breasts. He could see that her nipples were getting stiff. One of the young men, either Paul or Desmond (it didn't matter much), slid to his knees in front of Jeanne and began to tongue her twat as the other young man knelt on the couch and placed his cock in a position for Jeanne to suck on it.
Jeanne opened her mouth and took the head of the dick into it. He could see the tremor run through Paul's body (he decided this one was Paul). Desmond licked at Jeanne's cunt while she sucked on Paul's cock and Angelique took the whole length of Bob's dick into her mouth while she cupped his balls in her hand, feeling the heavy weight of them.
Jeanne was giving Paul a great blow job while Bob was getting his sucked by Angelique. It was as though he were watching what was happening to himself in a mirror across the room. He identified each stroke that she was giving the young man's huge cock as Angelique sucked on his own.
Then he was amazed to see that Desmond reached up his hand and began to play with Paul's ass while he was being sucked by Jeanne. Paul did not resist the action. Rather he leaned back, pushing his ass backwards so that Desmond could slide a finger inside his ass-hole.
Jesus! that must hurt, Bob thought. But the thought of it excited him more than he had thought possible. He jerked his hips forward, driving his dick into Angelique's eager, sucking mouth as he watched Desmond finger-fuck Paul while Jeanne sucked on his cock.
This was wild! Bob thought, absolutely wild!
Desmond drove his finger all the way into Paul's ass-hole and Paul hunched backwards, his large balls hanging loose between his thighs as the girl sucked his cock. Desmond gripped the hanging nuts with his remaining fingers as he fucked the handsome young man's butt. He pulled the sack of nuts backwards with the same strong strokes that he was fucking him with.
Jeanne was squirming under the ministrations of Desmond's tongue in her cunt as she sucked on Paul's thick cock. Bob could just feel the hot tongue of the young woman as it licked around the head of Paul's prick because Angelique was giving him the same action.
He became aware of a presence behind him and turned his head just enough to see Philippe standing naked behind him, watching the scene that was being played out. Philippe's long, thick cock was half hard, hangingjust inches from Bob's face. Bob felt a hot rush shoot through his whole body. The cock of the young blonde Frenchman looked so inviting. It looked like it would just fit into his mouth. All he had to do was lean back, open his lips and then Philippe would only have to take a step forward and Bob could suck on it.
Bob quickly turned back to watch the trio across the room. He was not ready for thoughts like those. He was not ready to take another man's cock in his mouth-no, not him!
"You are enjoying yourself?" Philippe's quiet voice asked. There was an undertone to the voice that gave Bob a thrill.
"Sure," Bob said. "A hell of a picnic, buddy."
Philippe laughed and walked away.
Bob turned his attention to another scene that was happening. This was all male.
Two hot young studs were locked in an embrace on the floor in front of the fireplace that was big enough to step inside. Their bodies were entwined around one another's and Bob could see the heavy sacks of their nuts and their large cocks rubbing against one another as they sweatily wrestled with each other on the hearth rug.
The hard tight muscles of their asses contracted and expanded as they grew more and more excited. Bob could feel the heat coming from their bodies all the way across the room.
Meanwhile, Desmond had moved up to his knees and was rimming Paul's ass-hole while he rammed a finger into Jeanne's twat. The girl was going wild now. She was jerking her body back and forth on the sofa, taking the finger-fucking with all the force of Desmond's hand while she gave Paul the blow job of his life. Sucking, licking, taking the whole cock into her mouth.
Desmond's tongue was darting in and out of Paul's butt while he gripped the young man's nuts hard and held on.
Bob's cock was throbbing as he gripped Angelique's head and pushed it all the way down on his thick cock, humping and ramming it hard. He fucked the young woman's face while she knelt in front of him. He loved the feel of her hot, wet tongue as it slithered around the head of his dick and down the shaft. He tightened the muscles of his ass, wondering what it would feel like to have Desmond's tongue up there. Or Philippe's.
Damn! he thought. There I go, off on that fucking brother of hers again. What is wrong with me?
He pushed the thought from his head. This was too good an experience to waste on confusing issues.
Fuck that mouth, he thought. Giving instructions to Paul who was now really ramming it to Jeanne, fucking her face as hard as Bob was fucking Angelique's. Give it to her, he thought. Give it to that fucking bitch. Fuck that mouth. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Bob was holding Angelique by the back of her head, forcing her all the way down on his dick, giving it to her, ramming it home while he watched Desmond fuck Paul with his tongue.
The two young men on the rug in front of the fireplace had gotten more intricate now. They had each other's cocks in their mouths and were sucking away like hungry babies with mama's nipples.
Take that cock, Bob thought. Take it all, you cocksuckers. He watched as the two men sixty-nined, ramming their dicks down each other's throats, fucking each other in the face just as he was fucking Angelique in the face, giving her his dick, ramming his cock down her throat, gagging the woman, making her choke as all around him men and women and men and men and all possible combinations were letting go of their base passions, fucking and sucking and having lithe time of their lives.
Angelique pulled herself off Bob's cock.
He lay back on the couch, panting. He was ready to cum. But she was not ready to take it yet.
She crawled up onto the sofa and straddled his legs, positioning herself so that she could slide down on his meat.
She gripped the shaft of Bob's cock and held it steady while she lowered herself downwards, her legs spread, her hot, sweet aroma wafting to Bob's nostrils like honey.
Ahhhhhhhhh! he thought as he felt the tight grip of her cunt encircle the thick head of his shaft and then slide-down, down, down. All the way to the nuts. Taking the hot, thick shaft of his cock into her sweet, tight pussy.
Bob leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck, suck hard on it. He felt the sense of shock run through her body as he gripped the nipple in his teeth and began to nibble.
"Eeeeee!" she exclaimed as he bit into her flesh.
His cock was ramming deep into her cunt as she rode it. Taking it all, taking it deep into her hot, wet love hole.
Desmond was up on his feet now, standing behind Paul while Paul rammed his meat into Jeanne's mouth. Desmond took the shaft of his cock and held it tight in his hand, wetting the tip of his cock with spittle and pushing it against the moist opening of the ass-hole that he had been licking. He rammed and Paul let out a yell as he felt his cousin's cock slip into his anus.
"Fuck that ass," Bob thought, "fuck that damned ass."
He felt his own cock turn to steel inside Angelique's hot pussy as he watched the young man fuck his cousin. He loved the idea of it. He loved the idea that it was his cock and Philippe's ass. He knew now that he wanted to fuck Philippe. He had to have that ass. He had to!
Jeanne was getting fucked in the face while Paul was getting it up the ass. He had straddled her face and Desmond was now holding his hips and ramming the long, thick cock into his cousin's tight ass-hole as the young man rammed it into the girl's mouth.
"Fuck that ass, fuck that face," Bob thought. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
He glanced once more at the two men on the floor who ere really going at it, taking each other's dicks into their mouths and really going at it. Suck, suck , suck.
They were stretched out full-length on the floor. One of the men was lying on his back and the other one was above him, ramming his cock downwards like he was doing pushups into his buddy's mouth. His own mouth was working double time, taking the whole thick shaft of the other man's prick into it. He was really sucking that cock-sucker's dick, taking all the guy had to offer while he stuffed his own sausage all the way down the other guy's gullet.
Bob could almost taste the meat as he looked at the two of them sucking on each other's pricks. He could almost feel the heat and tightness of Paul's ass-hole as Desmond rammed his meat all the way into the nuts and pulled out and then rammed deep again. He could really feel the heat of Angelique's wet pussy as she rode him like a bronc. She was sweating now with her exertions, driving Bob's cock deeper and deeper into her hot, wet pussyhood while Bob grabbed hold of both her nipples and pinched them with his fingers.
The nipples responded, hard and stiff as the young Frenchwoman bounced up and down on Bob's cock, giving him a really hot fuck.
He looked quickly around for Philippe. But he could not find him. He must have gone upstairs or something. He was no where to be seen in the room that was filled with people fucking and sucking and there seemed to be no particular order to it-just bodies-male, female, male, male, female, female. Just naked, hot flesh-all around him.
Fucking.
Sucking.
Having the best time that Bob could ever imagine.
And here was good old Bob just fucking away like a rabbit while he watched this incredible scene of hot young nymphs and satyrs going at it-all around him.
Angelique let out a howl of sheer animal pleasure as she felt the first hot spurts of Bob's cum explode inside her hot pussy. She gripped the shaft of his cock with her cunt muscles and squeezed hard as she rode him like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Taking it all, squeezing that hot, sweet cream from his cockshaft as Bob threw his head back and let her rip.
Desmond gripped Paul's hips and rammed deep, holding tight as his own load dropped like an A-bomb inside his cousin's ass-hole.
Paul's body jerked as he took the load and let go of his own into Jeanne's mouth. The girl sputtered and gagged as the hot, thick white cream filled her hot mouth. She took it though, took it all.
Desmond's prick dripped cum as he pulled it abruptly from Paul's mouth.
Paul quickly bent around, not pulling his cock out of Jeanne's mouth and sucked the load from his cousin's cock as he rammed his own dick down the girl's throat.
The two men on the floor let go with their loads, taking it all deep into their mouths as they fucked each other harder and harder, rolling on the floor with their cocks buried in one another's hot, hungry mouths.
Bob gasped as he felt the tight contractions of
Angelique's pussy as she milked him dry, taking all he had to offer and begging more-more! There was nothing that would satisfy this hot cunt, he thought, only more-more-more.
CHAPTER FIVE
"So, is it true what they say about French pussy?" Claude asked Bob. "Do they have tongues and teeth in them?"
Bob looked across the desk at his editor and tried to smile. The man was gross.
"Not quite," Bob said. "But it sure is tight."
The two men laughed.
Then Bob watched nervously as Claude looked over his copy. He hoped that it wouldn't show too much that he had picked up most of what he had written about the festival at cocktail parties. That he had spent most of his time in bed with Angelique.
"I'll check this through later," Claude said, "Looks good, though at first glance. Good to have you back."
"Good to be back," Bob lied.
He wanted nothing more than to get on the first plane and fly back to the arms of the French girl who had stolen his heart.
Bob stood up and reached across the desk to shake the hand that Claude was extending to him.
The man's grip was hard and he was a pumper.
When Bob got out of the editor's office, he shook his hand to get the circulation going again.
The old place looked just the same as it had before he'd gone to Cannes. Only worse.
There was no Angelique here.
"Hey, old buddy," Bob heard a voice call. "Want to go out for a drink?"
He turned and was greeted by the familiar sight of Buddy, his closest friend at Visions, the red-haired young man was freckled-faced and seemed to suffer from a terminal case of horniness, but he was a swell drinking buddy, always full of good cheer and a few good jokes.
"Sure, Buddy," Bob said. "Let me take this shit back to my desk. Be right with you."
"I can't wait to hear all about that French stuff you been havin', " Buddy said. "I bet you fucked your way through the whole damned film festival and didn't see one lousy movie."
"Shhhh!" Bob said, "he'll hear you."
The two chums shared a laugh and Bob slipped back to his cubicle to put away the files that Claude had given him for his next assignment.
The bar was right downstairs from the office naturally. There always seemed to be a bar right downstairs from a magazine or newspaper office. Must come with the territory, Bob had once thought.
Buddy led the way into the bar, Bob following. He had never really noticed before, but Buddy had a really cute ass. He was wearing a tight pair of white Levis and the curve of the young redhead's butt was more than a little provocative.
Bob watched the younger man's butt as he led the way through the crowded bar. There was loud music playing and the heady aroma of liquor pervaded the place. Bob could feel a slow rise in his Levis as he watched Buddy's butt swing just a few feet in front of him.
Get a fucking grip on yourself, stud, Bob thought to himself. What the hell has happened to me? I've gone weird, looking at Buddy's ass that way.
"There's a table," Buddy shouted over his shoulder and Bob dutifully followed.
They slung their butts onto the Naugahyde and Buddy whistled for the cocktail waitress.
"Keep you pants on, sonny," Eunice said as she sidled up to the table. "What'll you have, strychnine or potassium chloride?"
"How about a hot blow job under the table?" Buddy said, pulling down the zipper on his pants and reaching inside.
"Don't bother," Eunice said. "I got a toothache."
"Just my luck," Buddy said, zipping up again. "I guess I'll have a scotch and soda then."
"And what about you"? Eunice said, turning her attention to Bob.
"The usual," Bob said. "Beer."
"That's the way I like 'em," Eunice said, smiling at Bob, "sweet and simple."
She turned to go to the bar to get the drinks. Bob watched the provocative sway of her hips as she moved away from them. She had a practiced gait, one that was sure to get attention. And she had a hot looking ass, too. Not as hot as ... he was about to think "Philippe's" but stopped himself just in time. "Angelique's," he substituted.
"So tell me all about it, you old whorehound," Buddy said, as soon as Eunice had dropped the drinks on the table. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"What do you want to know?" Bob stalled. He knew exactly what Buddy wanted to hear-every detail of every blow job and fuck he'd had all the time he'd been in Cannes.
"Tell me about the scenery," Buddy said. "Is the sky really blue? Is the ocean really deep? Do French girls shave their pussies?"
"Yes, no, and some."
"Thanks," Buddy said. "How about a few more details?"
Bob took a long swig on his beer.
"Fact is," he said. "I think I'm in love."
"Love?" Buddy raised his eyebrows a couple of octaves. "What's that"
"Love ... you know, wedding bells, honeymoon, cottage, kids, that sort of thing," Bob said.
Buddy looked at him hard.
"You're shittin' me, man," he said. "Guys like us don't fall in love. We fuck."
"That's what I thought," Bob said. "But she's different."
"Sure, she's different ... she's French ... right."
"Yes."
"Now, tell me the rest. How does she fuck?"
"In the usual way," Bob said. This conversation was making him uncomfortable. He really did feel strongly about Philippe. No, dammit it, he thought: Angelique!
'"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Buddy said. "I know, it's true love and you're going to get married and live happily ever after in Yonkers, right?"
The thought was not without attraction to Bob.
"It's a possibility," he said, defensively.
"Sure, sure," Buddy said. "Tell me some more."
Bob had never really noticed before, but now the thought came to him that Buddy looked as much like a girl as he did like a boy. He was pretty. That was the only word he could think to describe the look the kid had. He had a soft face, long, silky eyelashes and about the prettiest eyes that Bob had ever seen.
And there was a gentle softness to his delicate face, too. That and the memory of how Buddy's butt had looked as he wriggled through the crowded bar was beginning to give Bob strange thoughts.
He wondered if Buddy had ever given anyone a blow job. He had pretty lips. Lips that looked like they were made for sucking cock. Lips that would feel warm and sensual wrapped around a hefty piece of meat-like Bob's.
Bob felt the growing in his groin and suddenly swigged down his whole beer.
"Hey, Eunice," he yelled as the waitress walked past their table. "Two more, here."
"Right you are, cowboy," the saucy wench said, winking at him. He knew he could have her any time he wanted-thousands had. Of that he was sure.
Bob and Buddy spent the whole afternoon in the bar, getting sloshed.
By the time Bob looked at his watch, it was nearly seven o'clock.
"Shit, we've been here all day and half the night," he said.
"So what," Buddy said. "Who the hell gives a good fuck? Let's go over to my place and really get loaded."
"Why not?" Bob said. Buddy lived in the Village, it was only a few blocks away.
They pulled themselves up from the table and staggered towards the entrance of the bar. It was not easy standing up, but they managed. Once again Buddy led the way and Bob really got a good look at the kid's ass this time. He was feeling really weird and the more he looked at Buddy's ass, the hotter he felt.
The night air did some to clear Bob's head and by the time they got to Buddy's apartment, he was feeling himself again. Except for the fact that he had a roaring hard-on and flowing Buddy up the steps to his apartment didn't help. The kid's ass was really hot.
"Be it ever so humble ... " Buddy sang in a drunken off-key manner as they lurched into the small apartment.
"Looks like home to me," Bob said. "At least for the moment."
"Sure," Buddy said. "Flop it anywhere. I'll get the hooch."
Bob kicked his way through the rubble on the floor. Whatever else Buddy was ... and he was a good old boy ... he was not a housekeeper. The place was a wreck.
The only place that it was possible to sit down was the big water bed that dominated the studio and that's where Bob headed. He flopped down on the bed and fell back.
The sway of the mattress almost made him sick but soon it subsided and he felt fine-a bit high and a whole lot horny, but fine.
"Here, try this," Buddy said, coming toward the bed on wobbly feet. "You should like this ... it's French wine."
"Great," Bob said, raising himself up enough to take the glass that Buddy was offering him. Buddy flopped down onto the bed beside him and the waves began again.
"Steady as she goes," Bob said, grabbing the frame of the water bed to steady himself. The rolling waves were not doing his stomach any good.
He tasted the wine. It was sweet ... soft and sweet., just like a hot young French pussy he knew. He could taste the juices of Angelique's cunt in the wine and the memory made him all the hornier. He had to get hold of himself.
"Listen," Buddy said. "I feel hot." Bob jerked his head around. "It's warm in here. I'm going to strip." Oh, Bob thought.
"You're right," Bob said. "It is warm in here."
"So, take your clothes off," Buddy said, already stripping off his own shirt and tossing it into the general rubble of the Greenwich Village apartment-Bohemian was the word for it. Or messy. Something like that.
Bob stripped off his own shirt and following his host's lead, tossed it into the middle of the floor. Next came the pants.
Bob was wearing red nylon jockey shorts and the thickness of his cock showed obviously through the thin material. Buddy wasn't wearing anything under his tight white Levis and dropped back onto the bed naked, They two guys stretched out while Buddy reached over and flipped the stereo on. The small studio was filled with soft jazz music and the taste of the wine was heady.
Buddy had intelligently brought the bottle of wine along with him so there wasn't any need to start waves again when their glasses were empty-just reach out and fill the cup!
The effect of the music, the wine and the overheated apartment soon took their toll and the twosome were quickly wrapped in the arms of Morpheus.
*****
Bob felt the warmth of flesh against his body and opened his eyes.
Where the hell am I? he thought to himself, he could feel the flesh of another human being next to him but it was dark and he couldn't quite piece it together at first.
The sway of the water bed as he raised himself up was disturbing and he couldn't identify the person next to him. All he knew was that it felt good.
He lay back down on the bed and reached out his hand and explored the naked body next to his. It was a slender, slightly firm body ... Buddy!
Now it came back to him.
In a flash.
He was here in Buddy's apartment. What time was it? Night. There was nothing but a dim light coming through the slitted window shade. It was sometime in the middle of the night.
He reached out and found the neck of the wine bottle that was sitting beside the bed and not bothering with the formality of a glass, took a healthy swig. It burned his throat, but it tasted sweet.
An arm flung itself across Bob's chest and lay there. Bob felt the warmth of Buddy's arm as it tightened around him. It felt good.
Bob let the arm lie there, enjoying the closeness, feeling his cock creep toward hardness. He remembered the feelings he had had as he had watched Buddy's butt that evening and afternoon. He wondered what the butt would feel like to touch.
Slowly and with great anxiety Bob let his fingers creep across the surface of the water bed to the naked body that was stretched out on its stomach next to him.
Contact.
He was touching Buddy's naked hip.
Buddy murmured something and inched closer to Bob. Still fast asleep.
Bob's heart was pounding. He could hear it. It sounded like a drum against the sound of the soft jazz music that was wafting through the darkened apartment. His fingers reached and felt the naked flesh of the young red-haired man's ass.
It was hot.
Hot as a fire.
Buddy's ass was hot to the touch. Hot and soft. It had not a hair on it, like a girl's. Bob let himself get a little braver and put his whole hand on the buttock that was next to him. He cupped the melon with his fingers and gently squeezed. It felt terrific.
Buddy's arm was still wrapped around Bob's chest and as Bob caressed Buddy's butt, Buddy tightened his grip on Bob's chest. They nuzzled closer together and Bob felt his cock stiffening, getting harder and harder as he explored the naked ass of his friend.
First over the buttock, then to the dark crack that separated the two halves of Buddy's ass. The ass-hole was deep inside there somewhere, deep and dark and forbidden.
Buddy mumbled again in his sleep and moved closer, ever closer to Bob until their two bodies were touching all the way from the shoulders to the ankles.
Bob gulped. He was hot and horny and Buddy was sound asleep. He would never know. As long as Bob was careful. Not to wake him. That was the important thing. Find out. Test. See what a man's ass felt like.
Bob moved onto his side, careful not to disturb the sleeping boy that lay next to him. He could tell by Buddy's breathing that he was fast, sound asleep. It would take a real shock to wake him up. Bob had to be careful.
He twisted slowly so that his cock was pressed against Buddy's hip. Buddy was lying full flat on his stomach, his arm stretched out across Bob's body and he was embracing Bob in his sleep.
Bob held very still for a moment. Testing the depth of Buddy's sleep.
It was sound.
Slowly and carefully, Bob began to explore the curves of Buddy's butt. It was a soft, yet firm piece of flesh. Soft to the touch, but with the firmness of a dancer or an athlete. He rubbed his cock against Buddy's naked flesh and felt a thrill course through his body that he had never known before.
Buddy squirmed in his sleep, sort of purring like a cat as he reacted to the teasing touch of Bob's fingers running over the firm melons of his ass.
Bob felt the tension in his own body as he moved closer, pushing his body upwards and sliding his cock along the side of Buddy's butt, then along the actual curve of the ass itself.
Hot! God, how could a human body be that hot? Bob thought. It was as though Buddy's flesh was on fire. He wondered what it would feel like inside the ass-hole.
Buddy squirmed under Bob as Bob moved up and over on top of him, holding himself rigid so that his weight would not fall on Buddy. Just the head of his cock touched flesh, rubbing along the soft skin of the kid's ass as Bob moved along, feeling the incredible heat of Buddy's butt.
Balancing himself as carefully as he could with the give and take of the water bed, Bob slid the head of his dick up and down the crack of Buddy's ass, feeling the warmth, the smoothness, the heat of the boy's ass as Buddy squirmed and murmured in his sleep.
Jesus! Bob though. I want to fuck him. I really want to stick my dick in that hot little ass. I really want to fuck a man!
Bob pulled himself up and looked down at the naked young man sleeping so soundly between his legs. His knees were planted on either side of Buddy's butt and Buddy was softly swaying as the undulations of the water bed made soft waves in the nearly dark room.
Bob reached down with his hand and took hold of his cock. He gripped the shaft of it and began to slowly jerk himself off as he reached out with the other hand and felt the contours of Buddy's butt.
Smooth.
Soft, but hard underneath. The ass was incredible. Just right for fucking. It was the kind of ass that rose upward to the touch, that seemed to cry out to be fucked. It would feel so good, so good to slide his dick inside that tight little hole that nestled deeply in the crease between the two soft melons.
It would be wonderful.
But it would be dangerous.
What if Buddy woke up?
He would sock Bob in the jaw. Bob knew that.
He would lose a good friend. Just for the sake of this uncontrollable urge that he could not understand.
But, oh God! That ass felt so good. So soft. So hot.
Bob could not stop himself. He reached between the cheeks of Buddy's ass with his finger and felt the soft furry opening of the boy's ass-hole. He knew that the ass was hot inside. Even hotter than it was outside. His finger touched the tiny rosebud of Buddy's butt hole and he felt the moistness of sweat there. The kid was already half lubricated with his own perspiration, just a touch, a touch of spit and he would be able to at least slide a fingertip into the boy's butt hole without waking him up. He knew he had to try it.
Bob brought his finger up to his lips, carefully, not moving more than he had to and moving as slowly as he had ever in his life moved. He wanted to slip a finger into that butt hole. He wanted it more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. His nuts were aching they were so full of his hot, thick creamy cum.
Bob licked his finger, sucking on it all the way to the knuckle, getting it wet. Slick and wet.
He slowly brought the finger back to the dark hole that nestled in the darkness of the crease between' Buddy's buttocks. He could feel the steamy heat of the hot little ass-hole as he reached his hand in there. And he felt the hot rosebud as it nearly burned his finger.
There was a nest of soft furry hair there, wet hair, hot wet hair that covered the opening of Buddy's mystery.
As Bob felt the finger push against the tiny opening of Buddy's butt, the kid let out a sigh and actually pushed back.
Plop.
The finger was just inside the tiny hole. Bob could feel the incredible grip of the boy's sphincter on his fingertip.
Oh Jesus! Bob thought as his cock throbbed. His thick, hard cock was ready to explode at any moment. He could feel the tension in his nuts as he began to wriggle his finger just slightly-so slightly that there could be no perceptible movement of the eye, but the incredible feeling that it was giving Bob as he knelt over Buddy, his fingertip just inside his hot, tight, wet little ass-hole was enough to send drum beats through Bob's temples. It was deafening.
Surely, Buddy would wake up at the sound of his blood pounding through his veins. He would wake up and kick the shit out of Bob for sticking a finger in his ass-hole.
But Buddy wasn't waking up. He was still breathing as deeply as as steadily as before. Even with Bob's finger now inching its way into his ass-hole, exploring, probing, sliding slowly inward.
Bob gripped his cock firmly and slowly ... so slowly ... began to jerk himself off while he felt the tight, hot, wet ass-hole opening to receive his finger. Buddy seemed to be made for fucking.
How could an ass-hole just take it like that? Bob wondered. How could Buddy still be asleep through this. He was sliding his finger in all the way now. He could feel the hot, tight grip of the kid's sphincter on his finger as he gripped his cock and slowly milked it.
God, it would feel good to slide my dick in there, Bob thought. Buddy would just lie there and let me fuck him. He would just let me stick it in all the way and wriggle and squirm and take it ... take my hot cock ... take every fucking inch of my cock into that hot, tight ass just as he's taking this finger. Just as he's letting me finger-fuck him, he would take my dick, take that hot piece of meat and swallow it with his ass-hole.
Buddy moved suddenly.
Bob was petrified. The kid was going to wake up and here I am with my finger all the way up his ass.
But Buddy didn't wake up, he simply moved slightly, groaning with the sound of pleasure as he wriggled on the bed.
Bob held absolutely still for at least five minutes, terrified that Buddy was going to catch him at his game.
Slowly, even more slowly than he has inserted the finger, he began his withdrawal. He knew that he had to get the finger out of Buddy's ass before the kid woke up and found it there.
At last it was out.
Bob breathed a deep sigh.
He raised the hand to his lips and sniffed it. God, it smelled funky. Funky like a good, hot fuck. Bob inserted the finger into his mouth and licked it. He could taste the sourness of Buddy's butt on his finger and he sucked on it. Sucking the heady, strong taste of his buddy's butt.
What would it feel like to lick his ass?
Bob hardly dared allow himself to admit he was even thinking of such a thing. He's never even rimmed a girl, let alone another guy, but the smell of Buddy's ass-hole and the taste on his finger had gone to his head. He couldn't push the thought out of his mind.
As slowly and as carefully as he could, Bob pulled himself down on the water bed, pushing himself along with his hands with his head getting ever and ever closer to Buddy's butt.
Then he was there. The ass-hole was an inch from his mouth. He parted his lips and let his tongue slide out. Carefully and with his heart pounding in his ears, Bob lowered his face and let his tongue slide between the cracks of Buddy's ass. He could smell the sour/sweet aroma of the kid's nether region coming up to greet his nostrils as his tongue touched the furry little rosebud and slipped inside.
God, it was hot! The hottest thing his tongue had ever touched, but it was sweet, hot and sweet.
Buddy's butt hole was wet from the finger fucking and it was opened by the action so that Bob's tongue slipped easily inside.
Bob couldn't believe the feeling it gave him. He loved the tight grip of Buddy's butt hole on his tongue as he slipped it in, deeper and deeper, wriggling the tongue like he did when he ate out a pussy. It had always driven the women wild when he did that and he could feel a response from the unconscious Buddy too. The kid was wriggling his ass, taking the tongue up there, letting Bob fuck him with his tongue.
But he was sound asleep.
His breathing was strong and steady. It had not changed since this whole thing had begun. What was happening to him Buddy didn't realize. Bob was the only one who knew that he had his tongue buried in a young man's ass-hole and that he was loving it! Loving the feel of the tight sphincter muscle wrapping around his tongue, loving lithe taste of the funky butt hole, loving the idea that he was rimming Buddy, his friend, his co-worker. The kid with the hot little ass.
Bob rubbed his own dick on the water bed as he darted his tongue in and out of Buddy's butt, tasting the sourness, the sweetness, the forbidden fruit of another man's ass-hole.
Bob's cock exploded.
His cum drenched the sheet as he rammed his tongue deep into Buddy's ass-hole and Buddy in his sleep hunched upwards taking the tongue all the way, letting Bob ram it into him while he murmured and dreamed of God knew what.
Bob gasped as he pulled his face free of the buttocks. He pulled himself up and knelt panting j on the bed, looking down at the white flesh of the sleeping boy he had just rimmed and cum while he was doing it!
How can I ever face him at work, Bob thought. But ... Buddy doesn't know!
CHAPTER SIX
"Une moment, s'il vous plait," the overseas operator told Bob.
Une moment, une moment ... he didn't know how many une moments he could keep waiting. It took forever to get a phone call through to France and this was to be probably the most important phone call of his life.
"Hallo," he heard the familiar voice-at last.
Angelique!
"Darling," he gushed into the receiver. "I've been trying to get you for hours!"
"Bobby!" her voice was as delighted as he had hoped.
Now to the real reason for the call. After the small talk that was always necessary, he had the one burning question that he had waited to ask.
"Will you marry me?"
"Comme ca?" came the voice. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'Will you marry me'? " he repeated. "But of course," came the hoped for reply. "Really?" Bob couldn't believe that she'd said yes.
"Of course, I'll marry you, you silly boy," Angelique said. "I had never dared dream though that you would ask me. I thought that I was just an episode in your very colorful life."
"An episode!" Bob objected. "You are my life!"
"How sweet you are, Bobby," she said. "How very sweet."
Details on planes and when she would arrive in New York and all of that took nearly half an our. At seven dollars a minute ... but it was worth it. If only she would hurry and get there. Fast. Fast. Fast.
Finally, all those mundane details were taken care of. She would be arriving in a week. If only he could wait.
"Oh, and what about ... " he stuttered.
"What about what?" Angelique asked.
"What about ... Philippe," he finally asked. "Will he be coming for the wedding, too."
"Why," she laughed, "do you want to marry him, too?"
Bob felt the color rush to his face. If she could have seen him, she would have known everything. Too much. More than he himself knew. Or admitted. But he felt that he wanted to see Philippe one more time. Just to make sure that the fears he had were groundless. He was a man after wall, wasn't he?
"Of course not, silly," Bob laughed into the phone. "I just thought he would want to be at his sister's wedding."
"Of course, he will come," Angelique said. "He wouldn't miss it for the world. He has always loved New York. We'll have a wonderful time, all three of us."
Then all was settled.
The phone back in its cradle, Bob lay back on his bed and reflected. The three of us ... yes.
*****
"Holy shit," Buddy said. "Married! you were serious about your French crumpet then weren't
"Deadly serious," Bob said.
"Here's your drinks, boys," Eunice said, slinging the glasses onto the table.
"Thanks, kid," Buddy said. "How about that blow job, now?"
"Get your buddy to do it," Eunice joked. "I hear he's good at it."
Bob turned beet red.
"That fucking slut," he said.
"Hey," Buddy said. "Don't get all hot under the collar. She didn't mean anything by that. What's the matter you sensitive or something?"
Bob took a long, hard look at Buddy. He had been asleep, hadn't he?
"I just don't think that's funny," Bob said.
"Well, don't get your fucking bowels in an uproar about it," Buddy said. "Hell, some of my best friends ... "
"Some of your best friends what?" Bob demanded.
"I happen to enjoy a good blow job," Buddy said. "And I don't give a fuck who gives it to me."
Bob gave him a quizzical look.
"You mean you've let guys ... ? "
"Sure," said Buddy. "Haven't you?"
"Hell, no," Bob said, a little too loudly.
"Well," said Buddy, "don't knock it if you haven't tried it."
"Drink your drink," Bob said, hoisting his beer and downing it. "Hey, Eunice. Two more!"
"Sure, if you think you can handle it," Eunice called.
Handle it. Hell, I can handle anything, Bob thought to himself. Especially now that Angelique is on her way.
Angelique! Just the thought of her gave him a hard on.
"Think you could handle this?" Buddy said.
Bob glanced over at his friend. Buddy had his cock out and was slapping it on the table.
"Holy Christ," Bob said. "Put that away, you nut!"
Buddy fell back to his seat, howling with laughter.
"Well, you always say you can handle anything that comes your way."
He WAS asleep, wasn't he? Bob felt nervous.
"Listen, friend. I know what you need," Buddy said. He had his dick back in his pants now. "The wildest, most far out bachelor party every thrown in this here town."
"A bachelor party!" Bob said. "You've got to be kidding."
"Yeah," Buddy said. "Watch me. I'll throw you a bachelor party that no one will ever forget."
*****
Bob had to admit it, when Buddy promised something, he delivered.
The party was held in an after-hours bar, one that Bob had never even heard of, let alone been to. There was a disco floor, a couple of bars and an area with couches and large glass tables. The people that Buddy had invited, too, were some far out types, Bob had to admit. He knew most of the guests, but there were some that he hadn't met. Girls with pink hair, green hair, wearing little or less and some rather strange young men, too.
"Well, do I know how to do it, or don't I?" Buddy asked him at the height of the party.
Or what Bob thought up to that time was the height.
"You sure do, Buddy," Bob said. "I got to hand it to you."
"No, let me hand it to you," Buddy said. And with that he whipped out his cock and grabbed Bob's hand and placed it firmly around it.
Bob jumped like his hand was on fire, but Buddy's grip was stronger than he would have thought.
"Oh no, my friend, this is a bachelor party and anything goes," Buddy said, holding Bob's hand firmly on his cock. With his free hand he grabbed for Bob's meat.
Bob jerked back but Buddy was faster than he was. He took a full hold on Bob's cock through his pants and Bob felt the old whopper starting to rise. He'd had quite a lot to drink by this point and anything was going to excite him, especially since there were some pretty foxy chicks in attendance at this soiree and they were asking it obvious that this was not going to be an ice cream social.
"Come on, guy," Buddy said. "Give me a hand job, I'll do the same for you."
Bob didn't know what was happening to him. Buddy let go his grip on his arm, but Bob did not release his hold on Buddy's cock that was starting to get hard now. Buddy quickly undid Bob's pants and took out his now half-hard cock.
The two friends stood there in the midst of this bacchanalian orgy stroking each other's meat as the party whirled around them.
"That's quite a piece of equipment you've got there," Buddy remarked as Bob's cock grew to its full ten-inches. "Let's see what it can do."
Before Bob knew what was happening, Buddy had dropped to his knees and was taking the head of his dick into his mouth.
Bob couldn't believe it.
He just stood there letting Buddy suck on his cock. The kid that he'd been so afraid of waking up that night. Now here he was blowing him.
And doing a damned fine job of it, too, Bob had to admit.
Buddy's hot little tongue was licking at the piss-slit in the head of Bob's cock while his hand moved firmly up and down the thick shaft of it, giving Bob a thrill that ran up his spine and into his eyebrows.
Bob gave into it and spread his legs, standing there while Buddy went down on him.
"Hey, you guys need any help?" a pink-haired punked out girl said. "Or you want to be alone?"
"Come right on over here," Bob said. "You're just what the doctor ordered."
The girl giggled and wriggled her behind as she slid up beside Bob and Buddy. Bob slipped his hand inside the girl's bra and got a handful of firm young tittie.
Meanwhile, Buddy was really going to town on his cock, sucking and licking it along the shaft and then sticking the tip of his tongue into the piss slit on the head of it.
Bob loved the way it felt. He had to admit that his friend was an expert cocksucker.
Suddenly, Buddy stopped.
He jumped to his feet and grabbed Bob by the neck.
"Your turn, stud," he said. "Go down, Moses." The slender kid was much stronger than Bob had thought possible and he was forced to buckle his knees as Buddy pushed him towards the floor. He knelt in front of Buddy and Buddy shoved his hard cock into Bob's face.
"Suck it, bridegroom," he said. "It may be your last chance."
Bob stiffened. He felt the dick slap him in the mouth, but his lips stayed closed.
"Suck it, I said," Buddy urged, slapping his dick across Bob's face. "Suck my cock, you little French lover."
Bob resisted. He pulled back, trying to struggle to his feet.
"Come on, guy," the pink-haired girl said. "Do your buddy a favor. He did you one."
Bob looked up at Buddy. The androgynous red-haired lad was standing there above him, his hard cock poised at Bob's lips.
"Come on, Bob, you can do it," Buddy urged. "Try it, you'll like it."
Bob hesitated.
"Do it," the pink-haired girl said. "I'll give you something good if you do it."
She lifted the short skirt she was wearing and wriggled her butt. Her hairy snatch was dyed pink, too.
What the hell, Bob thought.
He opened his lips and Buddy slid his meat home.
Bob's mouth nearly gagged as Buddy's cock slid into it. It was against everything that he'd every believed about himself, but he was enjoying it in spite of all.
He really was. The feel of Buddy's cock in his mouth, the way it filled him up, the way it pressed his tongue flat against the bottom of his mouth, the way it tasted, the way it felt ... it was exciting. Forbidden and exciting.
"Ahhhhh, yeah," Buddy moaned. "That's it, Bobby boy, suck that cock, man, suck it good."
Bob gagged as Buddy slid his cock all they way in, sliding it down his throat, filling him with the strong, rancid taste of a man's penis.
Bob sputtered and choked, but Buddy was not about to let him go. He grabbed hold of Bob's head and forced him to keep it down his throat, taking the whole length of Buddy's prick into his hot mouth.
Bob's own cock was bobbing now, it was throbbing. He was more excited than he could ever remember having been. He was sucking this man's cock and he was liking it! Liking it!
God, what was happening to him?
He couldn't believe that he was doing it, that he was really sucking on Buddy's cock and liking it. Not just liking it, loving it!
He grabbed hold of Buddy's legs and pulled the red-haired youth closer to him, driving the cock down his own throat as he sucked on that cock, taking all of that hot, hard dick down his gullet, sucking and licking and loving every fucking minute of it.
"Hey, hang on there, friend," Buddy said, pulling away from Bob's grasping, hungry mouth. "Slow down, the party's hardly begun."
Bob knelt there where he was, abashed at what he had done. And about how he had felt doing it. What was happening to him? He didn't understand.
"Okay, big boy," the pink-haired girl said, moving into position where Buddy had been. "Here's your cookie. Eat it."
She pulled up her skirt and rammed her snatch under Bob's nose. He could smell the heady aroma of woman. He licked his lips and dived in, tasting what he had smelled.
"He loves it!" the girl squeal. "He loves it even more than he loves cock!"
Bob grabbed the girl's legs, spreading them wide, diving his tongue deeper and deeper into her hot, honey-tasting love pot. He licked at the hot, wet walls of her pink love slit, sucking, licking, plunging his hot tongue deep.
Buddy dropped to the floor and grabbed hold of Bob's dick and began to suck on it. He was lying on his back, his mouth wide open and Bob began to fuck Buddy in the mouth while he ate out the pink-haired girl's steamy snatch.
"Lick it, baby," she grunted. "Lick mama's honey pot. Take that sweet stuff, baby. Love it, love mama's honey."
He felt her hands on his head guiding him, making him dive all the way to his nose into her pink-dyed snatch bush.
Buddy gobbled at Bob's cock, reaching inside his pants and freeing Bob's balls, letting them slap against his nose as he took the whole ten inches of Bob's red hot love power into his throat, sucking and licking and eating that manmeat while Bob eagerly diddled the clit of the writhing punker with his tongue, his teeth, his lips.
"Suck pussy, mother-fucker," she growled. "Suck mama's hot pussy."
She ground her hips and writhed and wriggled as Bob felt his cock being eaten alive by the hot red-haired boy on the floor. Buddy was really going to town on Bob's cock, sucking the juices, the pre-cum flow that was flooding his mouth as he lay on the floor below Bob.
The whole thing was making Bob dizzy. He had to stop for a minute.
He forced himself loose from the grip of the punk girl and got up from the kneeling position where he was being sucked off by Buddy.
"Break time," he gasped. "I need a drink."
He flopped down on one of the couches and lay back.
"What's the matter, man, can't take the heat?" Buddy was grinning from ear to ear, his hard cock still extending from his open zipper.
"It's really hot in here," Bob said. "Can I get a drink?"
"You can get anything you damned well want," Buddy said. "It's your party. Hang loose, I'll be right back."
Bob lay back against the velvet cushions of the couch and tried to piece together what was happening to him. Not only had he let a guy suck on his dick, but he had sucked the guy's dick too. And he was loving it!
What the hell was going on?
"Here," Buddy said, thrusting a tall dark glass in Bob's face, "drink that."
Bob grabbed the drink and downed half of it. It tasted like liquid fire.
"What the fuck ... "
"Just drink it," Buddy said. "Trust me."
Might as well trust him, Bob thought. Hell, I've been sucking his cock. What else could go wrong?
"You've got too many clothes on," Buddy said. "That's why you're too hot. Here, let me help you.
With that he reached for Bob's belt buckle and began to loosen it. Bob lay back and let Buddy do what he wanted. Buddy soon had his pants down and Bob was struggling to help Buddy get them off him. His shirt came off next and soon he was naked. Lying on the couch in the disco, naked.
Buddy began to remove his own clothes as well as had most of the other people around them. Whirling naked bodies were entwined with one another everywhere. Male, female ... what difference did it make anymore, Bob thought to himself as he felt a warm mouth encircle his cock. Who the hell cares?
Bob lay back on the couch and looked down at his crotch. It was the pink-haired girl. She was going down on him and doing a terrific knob of it too. The only thing was that she had too many teeth and they were sharp.
"Ouch!" Bob exclaimed. "Watch the teeth."
Something was mumbled by the pink-haired girl who didn't miss a stroke. Bob lay back to enjoy it.
But then there was an element added that he hadn't dare even think about.
Buddy got up on the couch and squatted over Bob's face.
"Suck out my ass, mother-fucker," Buddy said. "You'll love it."
Buddy squirmed his firm little behind onto Bob's face and Bob opened his mouth and let his tongue slide up into that familiar dark hole that he had loved that night in Buddy's apartment. The kid HAD been asleep, HADN'T HE?
Who the hell cares, he's wide awake now, Bob thought, and so am I.
He reached up and grabbed hold of Buddy's thighs, forcing the boy even harder down on his face as his tongue did triple time in and out of the hot, sweet hole of his little ass. Bob loved it.
And the pink-haired punker was really giving his cock a workout. She was holding fast to the shaft of the meatstick and running her tongue faster than a lizard with speed pills. Her hot tongue licked and slashed at his cock as Buddy wriggled his ass, letting Bob's tongue really do a number this time. No need to be careful about waking up Buddy now. Buddy was wide awake!
"Yeah, Bob, that's it, suck that ass-hole, suck it, man, suck my hot ass."
Buddy was really getting hot. Bob reached up and took hold of his friend's cock. It was hard as a rock. Hard and long.
Buddy suddenly pulled himself away from Bob's hot tongue and turned around.
"Now suck on this some more, old married man, suck my cock."
Buddy's cock slipped easily into Bob's mouth now. Bob opened wide, taking the whole length of his friend's meat inside. He didn't choke now. He was doing it the way the girl was sucking on his own cock-open throat. Taking the whole cock all the way up to the balls which slapped against his chin as Bob deep throated his friend.
"Yeah, Bob, that's it," Buddy groaned. "Take my cock, man. Take it. I love the way you suck it. I love the way you bridegrooms do it. like it was your last lollipop."
Buddy grabbed Bob by the ears and rimmed his head down hard, hard, hard on his cock, filling Bob's hot mouth with the full, tasty length of his cock. Bob sputtered, but didn't lose it. He reached up a hand and found Buddy's hot little ass-hole and rammed a finger inside.
"Ahhhhhh!" Buddy exclaimed feeling the finger slip inside. He wriggled his butt, taking the whole finger in there while bob sucked on his cock.
"That's good, man," Buddy said. "That's real good. But I know something even better."
Buddy pulled himself away from Bob's hot tongue and his eager finger. The pink-haired girl moved away as Buddy slipped down, turned around and squatted over Bob's prick. He reached behind him and grabbed the shaft of Bob's cock and poised the head of it at the point of his hot little rose bud and then whammed it all the way to the nuts in one stroke.
Bpb thought his heart would explode as he felt the tight, hot grip of Buddy's butt hole circling his thick ten-inch cock. He rammed himself upwards from the couch as Buddy rammed downwards, meeting him stroke for stroke. He filled Buddy's ass with his cock and Buddy groaned with sheer, unadulterated joy.
"Fuck me, man, fuck my hot ass. Fuck it, you cocksucker, fuck my ass, mother-fucker."
Bob felt the hot cream inside his nuts reach the boiling point. He knew that Buddy's ass was going to get filled and filled good.
He was fucking Buddy. And Buddy was loving it. He was taking every hot, strong inch of Bob ten-incher and wriggling his ass down as hard and as fast as he could, taking that cock, taking it all and yelling for more.
Bob gave it to him.
Ram!
Bob's cock shoved all the way up inside Buddy's butt as Buddy met him stroke for stroke.
"Fuck that ass, man, fuck it good."
It was the punk girl with the pink hair. She was really getting off watching Bob fuck Buddy. She was fingering her clit and bringing herself off. She stood just to the side of them and watched as the hot ten inches filled Buddy's eager ass. Buddy was wriggling his behind, taking all that Bob had to offer and begging for more.
Bob rammed.
SPURT!
Buddy was cumming!
SPURT!
He was getting fucked and cumming at the same time. SPURT!
Bob felt the spasms of Buddy's fuck juice as it squirted into the air. He gripped Buddy around the waist and used him like a rag doll, pulling him down harder and harder on his cock, making him cum while Bob's own ten-incher drilled halfway up to his throat.
"Take it, you little cocksucker," Bob grunted. "Take my cock. Take it all, cocksucker, take cock!"
The pink-haired girl fell on her knees in front of Buddy and grabbed hold of his spurting cock. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to keep up with the wild motions that Bob was putting Buddy through, taking the head of his cock into her mouth and licking up the cum as it spurted out. She was licking it up as Bob fucked the hell out of Buddy.
"Eat it, bitch," Bob yelled. "Eat his cum, eat it, cumsucker!"
Bob felt his own nuts ready to explode. He gripped Buddy firmly and plowed him down on his cock as he let go.
SPLAT!
Bob's cum shot off inside Buddy's ass-hole. SPLAT!
Buddy shivered as he felt the hot load empty inside him. SPLAT!
Bob lifted them both off the couch, holding onto Buddy like an airplane as he knocked the punk girl to the floor.
He held Buddy around the waist, pumping his load into his ass as the girl sprawled on the floor, licking up the cum that was shooting all over from Buddy's cock.
SPLAT!
SPURT!
WHAM!
Bob let go with his load and Buddy fell forward from the waist, suspended like a used condom as his own cock dripped into the waiting mouth of the pink-haired punker.
Party favors!
CHAPTER SEVEN
The small wedding chapel that Bob had arranged for the wedding of himself and Angelique was overflowing with friends, family, acquaintances and hangers-on. He looked through the door of the room where he and Buddy (his best man, of course) were waiting.
"Quite a mob," Bob said.
"Yeah," Buddy said. "Almost as much fun as the bachelor party."
Bob whirled around to face Buddy.
"Don't mention that, please!"
He was terrified that Buddy would let slip something about the bachelor party to Angelique.
"Don't worry, buddy boy," Buddy said. "My lips are sealed."
Not permanently, I hope, Bob thought to himself. That Buddy could sure suck a mean cock. What am I thinking of?! ! ! Bob thought, alarmed. I'm going to get married. All that kind of thing is past. That one night was it!
"Don't be so nervous," Buddy said. "The bride is supposed to be the nervous one, not the groom."
"I've got a lot to be nervous about," Bob said. His parents were not too happy about the idea of him marrying a French girl that they had never even met. They had always assumed that he would marry one of the girls from his hometown-or at least an American!
"She'll cheat on you," his father had said. "They always do."
"What do we know about her family?" his mother had asked. "Who are her people?"
Bob had been infuriated with them. He would not discuss the matter. They had reluctantly agreed to attend the wedding anyway.
How big of them, Bob thought.
"It's time to take your places," a minister's assistant told Bob-through the door where he was still peeking at the mob assembled to watch him wed the most beautiful woman he had ever known-and the sexiest.
Where was Philippe? he thought as he and Buddy left the waiting room and walked to their places at the front of the little chapel.
The flowers gave off an aroma of sex. Angelique had chosen them, strange flowers that he had never seen before.
The organ began the wedding march and Bob turned to watch Angelique walk down the aisle and become his.
Philippe! There he was, at Angelique's side. He was going to give her away!
Bob didn't really know anything about their parents. Maybe they didn't have any for all he knew. Maybe they were dead. Maybe Angelique and Philippe were orphans. Who cared?
The two blonde's made the most beautiful couple Bob had ever seen-brother and sister-angels.
Or devils?
Bob felt his head spinning.
Angelique was dressed in an antique lace gown, the veil was of a gossamer fabric that did not hide her face from view. It was a stunning sight.
And Philippe! He looked so handsome in his formal clothes. Bob remembered how Philippe had looked the first time he had seen him-naked!
He thought of that day on "La plage" as they called it-Philippe lying naked beside him on the beach and Angelique running towards them, her magnificent breasts just barely contained in the yellow bikini that she had been wearing-sopping wet from the sea from which she had just emerged, like Venus!
Bob felt his cock starting to get hard.
Now stop that, he told himself, this is a serious occasion, not a time to get horny. That comes later!
Finally, Angelique and Philippe were in place beside Bob and Buddy.
The minister began the ceremony.
Bob hardly heard the words. He had gone through the rehearsal alright so he was able to give the responses without making a fool of himself.
"And the ring?"
Bob reached his hand out to Buddy who was holding the ring. Buddy placed it in Bob's hand and gave Bob's hand a strong squeeze.
He gulped and reached for Angelique's delicate hand. The ring slipped easily onto her finger and Bob relaxed.
The rest of the ceremony went by him as if in a dream and then it was time to kiss his bride. He lifted her veil and there it was-that incredible face!
Bob moved forward to kiss her and just happened to glance over her shoulder.
Philippe's face greeted him. If he thought Angelique was beautiful, what about Philippe?
The lad was even more beautiful than his sister, if that was possible. The look on Philippe's face was beatific-as though he knew a secret that no one else knew.
Bob kissed Angelique and thought he heard bells.
The organ blared out and the ceremony was over. Bob and Angelique were married!
The joy he felt as they marched out of the wedding chapel was a feeling Bob had never known. Safety!
That was the only word he could think of to describe the feeling. Safety from feelings that he didn't understand and didn't want to understand. Feelings that came to him whenever he saw Philippe and now when he saw Buddy.
And other men.
Bob was beginning to realize that he had feelings of lust for handsome men.
But now he was married to Angelique. All those feelings would disappear-forever!
*****
The reception was in full swing as Bob finally had a moment to catch his breath. So many congratulations. So much envy from his male friends over the luck he had had in marrying such a beautiful girl.
Angelique was a hit.
And so was Philippe.
The charming French pair had totally captivated even Bob's parents. Everyone agreed that Bob was really a lucky man.
"How about a three-way sometime?" Buddy asked.
"Buddy!" Bob was shocked. This was not some cheap hooker or a wild party girl like the pink-haired punker at Bob's bachelor party. This was his bride!
"Okay, okay," Buddy said. "Just a joke." Some joke, Bob thought.
"Then how about introducing me to that hot looking brother of hers?" Buddy pressed on.
Jesus! Bob thought. Buddy would go after anything-male or female. What kind of a weird hairpin was he, anyway?
"You're not serious," Bob said.
"Dead serious," Buddy said. "He's the hottest looking thing I've ever seen. Man, look at that ass of his."
Bob glanced to where Buddy was pointing. Philippe was dancing with a girl from Visions and the movements of his behind were indeed quite provocative. Bob remembered what that ass looked like naked, and he could understand Buddy's feelings. Sure, Philippe would be a good fuck.
What am I thinking, Bob caught himself. I've just married his sister!
"Well, are you going to introduce me or not?" Buddy urged.
"Introduce yourself," Bob said. He had better things to do than to fix up Buddy with his brother-in-law. Wow! that sounded strange. Brother-in-law Philippe!
"Fine," Buddy said. "I will."
With that he vanished into the crowd that was milling around the reception hall. Bob looked for Angelique and spotted her talking with a group of men. Naturally, Bob thought. They's all hover around her.
He had his first feelings of jealousy over his new bride. But he knew that she was his! And that he was hers-only hers.
*****
Buddy's mouth covered Philippe's and the French youth was responding with typical Gallic passion.
They were in a private room secreted behind the main area where the reception was still going on.
"Whew! You take away my breath," Philippe said, pulling away from the deep throat kiss that Buddy was giving him.
"I'd like to take more than your breath," Buddy said, rubbing a hand over Philippe's incredible butt.
"The feeling is mutual," Philippe said, returning the gesture. He liked the feel of the red-haired boy's ass as much as Buddy was enjoying his own.
They pressed their bodies tightly to each others and it was obvious that they both had rock hard dicks. The feeling of hard dick against hard dick through clothes can be even more exciting than complete nudity.
They two of them were getting hotter and hotter as they continued to embrace and rub each other's asses.
Something had to give.
It was Philippe's zipper that gave first.
At Buddy's hand.
Buddy unzipped the fly of Philippe's pants and reached his hand inside. He was delighted at the size and thickness of the dick that he found there. He encircled it with his hand and pulled it out through the opening of Philippe's pants.
Philippe reached for Buddy's zipper and soon they both had their cocks out. Buddy was playing with Philippe's and Philippe was handling
Buddy's red hot cock with his cool hand.
The thickness of Phillipe's cock was surprising to Buddy. Since the lad was so slender and delicate looking, Buddy had assumed that his cock would be slender also. But not so. The cock was a good handful and long-nearly as long and thick as Bob's, which Buddy remembered well.
Buddy had nothing to complain about in the cock department either. His cock was thick, short but thick. It was about eight inches, but seemed shorter because it was so thick-shaped more or less like a beer can.
Buddy slipped down and took the head of Philippe's prick in his mouth. A sigh escaped from Philippe's lips as he felt the warm mouth surround his cockhead.
Ooooh, that feels good, he thought. Do it more.
Buddy seemed to be reading Philippe's mind as he sank to his knees and took a healthy part of Philippe's tumescent tube into his mouth, suckling on it as he reached into Philippe's fly and groped for the balls. He pulled them out through the opening and handled them with his fingers as he sucked on the French boy's magnificent piece of meat.
Philippe put his hands on Buddy's shoulders and balanced himself as he began to sway slightly bacKwards and forwards, fucking Buddy in the mouth.
Buddy was taking it all now. He was letting his tongue do a lot of the work, but he had opened his throat to take the French boy's prick all the way down. Sucking and licking at the hot throbbing cock as he played with Philippe's balls.
"Ooooo," Philippe whispered. "That is so good. So very good. Do it to me. Suck my cock, please suck my cock."
Buddy was going to town on Philippe's prick. He was licking the head of it and then taking the whole thing down his throat, giving Philippe quite a thrill.
Philippe was really humping his cock into that mouth too. RAM!
He shoved his cock all the way down Buddy's throat and Buddy could take it too. No gagging, no choking, just good red hot cocksucking.
Buddy grabbed hold of his own cock with his free hand and began to slowly jerk on it. He felt the thickness of his own meat as he sucked the French lad's huge cock.
"Suck it, please. Please suck it."
Buddy was more than happy to please Philippe.
Slipping his tongue along the side of Philippe's prick, Buddy let the tip of it touch Philippe's balls. The youth shuddered. That was it, Buddy thought.
He released his mouth hold on the cock and began to suck on Philippe's nuts. First one then the other as he continued to manipulate the long, thick cock with his hand.
Philippe groaned and moaned in sheer pleasure as Buddy sucked on his nuts. There was nothing like the feeling of having someone suck on your balls, Philippe thought. It was wonderful! Magnifique!
Buddy released the cock and moved his hands up to undo the buttons on the top of Philippe's pants. They came loose and Buddy quickly slipped his hands behind Philippe and grasped the ass that he had been after since the first moment he had seen the lad.
Philippe's ass was smooth, smooth and hard. The muscles were tense as Buddy continued to suck the boy's balls and to play with his ass.
Philippe's pants slipped down and Buddy had a good hold on his ass as he pulled the boy closer to him, exploring that wonderful ass with his hands and fingers. He felt the strong, muscular curvature of the buttocks and the deep cleft between the two melon-like globes of Philippe's terrific ass.
Then a finger slipped into the tiny hole that was nestled in the crack of Philippe's ass and a moan of ecstasy escaped Philippe's lips.
Buddy plunged the finger in. He loved the hot, tight feel of the boy's ass as he sucked on his balls and drove Philippe near the edge.
Buddy could feel the weight of the balls in his mouth as he sucked them deep into the hot wetness of his oral cavity. They filled his mouth as he rolled them around on his tongue, all the while sliding his finger in and out of Philippe's hot little butt hole. The French boy was going wild with the feeling!
"Take my prick!" he groaned. "Take my prick!"
Buddy suddenly stopped. He stood up and pressed his lips once more to Philippe's. They mingled their tongues together and Buddy held tight to Philippe's ass, exploring the depth of the tight little butt hole with his finger, first one finger then two.
Philippe was beside himself now. He wanted more-much more.
Buddy led him over to a table that was at the side of the small room they had found. He turned Philippe towards the table and pushed him forward.
Philippe grasped the table as Buddy pulled Philippe's pants all the way down to the ankles. He was bent over the table now, his ass sticking out, his pants all the way down.
Buddy dropped to his knees and began kissing the beautiful ass. He kissed and licked at it with his tongue. Then he reached through Philippe's outspread legs and grabbed hold of the boy's huge prick and pulled it back. He kissed the head of Philippe's cock and then took the whole head into his mouth.
Philippe let out a sigh of sheer joy as he felt the hot mouth suck the head of his cock while Buddy continued to explore his ass-hole with his finger. It felt wonderful.
Then a hand replaced the mouth on his cock-head and Philippe felt the warm probing of Buddy's tongue slipping into the tightness of his little butt hole.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," Philippe gushed. He loved to feel a tongue in his ass. It felt so damned good. So very damned good.
Buddy's tongue slid hard and deep into Philippe's ass as he played with the huge cock that was suspended between the young man's legs. He could also tickle the balls with his fingers as his tongue probed deeper, ever deeper into the mysteries of Philippe's hot, tight ass-hole.
Philippe thrust his butt backwards, driving Buddy's tongue deeper and deeper inside. He loved the feeling. It was wonderful, magnificent and so, so, so very hot.
Buddy swirled his tongue around, causing Philippe to sigh and moan with delight. Buddy's own cock was throbbing now, red hot and throbbing.
Buddy quickly got to his feet behind Philippe, undid the top of his pants and let them fall.
He rubbed his hands over the round melons of Philippe's sweet as he spit on the head of his cock and then positioned it at the opening of Philippe's hot, wet ass-hole.
PLUNGE!
"AEEEEEE!" Philippe screamed as Buddy's dick plunged all the way to the nuts inside his ass.
But he bucked backwards to take it.
Buddy grabbed hold of Philippe's hips and held tight as he rammed his hot, thick piece of meat deep into the young Frenchman's slippery love tunnel.
Philippe's own cock was throbbing now. He felt the thick cock pulsating with pleasure as he got fucked.
Buddy was really letting him have it too. Deep, hard strokes with that beer can dick of his. Deeper and deeper and stronger and stronger with each stroke.
Buddy loved the feel of the hot, tight ass that he was fucking. And Philippe was loving it too.
"Give it to me! Give me that cock!"
Buddy rammed it home.
"Yes, yes, fuck my ass, fuck my hot ass!
Buddy stroked long and deep, filling Philippe's hot, tight butt hole with the length and thickness of his cock. He could feel his nuts slapping against the hard-muscled buttocks of the French boy as
Philippe bucked backwards taking every inch that Buddy had to give him.
Buddy's cock explored the depth of Philippe's ass, giving the lad a fucking that he would not soon forget.
RAM!
That dick shot home. WHAM!
Buddy's balls slapped into Philippe's butt as he slid the meat in place. RAM!
The hot Frenchman was really getting it now. Buddy pulled all the way out and then rammed it deep, deep inside, filling Philippe with his hot, thick mantool.
Buddy held tight to Philippe's hips and changed his rhythm. He went slow, so slow now. He could feel each muscle inside the kid's ass taking his meat as he slipped it in, enjoying, savoring the feel of the muscle contractions as Philippe took it. Took all he had to give.
Then he made one wild plunge and shot!
SQUIRT!
Buddy shot a wad into Philippe's butt. SQUIRT!
He shot another hot creamy wad! SQUIRT!
Philippe contracted his muscles deep inside his butt hole, milking the creamy cum from Buddy's thick piece of meat.
Buddy pulled back, Philippe collapse against the table, his ass sticking up in the air.
That incredible ass.
Philippe slowly moved around until he was backed up on the table, still stretched out against it, his rock hard cock throbbing.
Buddy grinned at him.
"You're something else," he said. "Yes sir, something else."
"Merci," Philippe smiled back at him. "You are something quite nice yourself."
Buddy reached out a hand and took hold of Philippe's thick piece of cock meat.
"You still have something we haven't taken care , of," he said. "How would you like it."
"Oh, please, suck it," Philippe said. "Please suck me."
Buddy dropped to his knees as Philippe leaned back against the table, his arms spread wide to balance himself.
The touch of Buddy's tongue on Philippe's cock was enough to send a shiver through Philippe's body.
He let Buddy do what he wanted with his cock and balls.
Buddy loved the weight of Philippe's balls as he rolled them in his hand, taking the head of Philippe's uncircumcised cock into his mouth and letting his tongue slip under the foreskin and around the head of it.
Philippe sighed. The feeling was wonderful, especially with the red hot memory of the wild fucking that Buddy had just given him.
He felt the tongue exploring his cockhead and he loved the way Buddy handled his balls.
The balls were heavy, heavy with cum, cum that was eager and ready to explode, to shoot out.
Buddy took the dick in one hand while he played with Philippe's balls with the other, sucking deep into his mouth the long, thick hard dick of the young blonde Frenchman.
"Ooooh, yesssssss," Philippe sighed. "That is good, soooo good."
He loved the slow way in which Buddy was sucking on his cock, taking the thick shaft of it all the way down into his hot, wet throat and then sliding the lips back up to the head and pinching the foreskin and then slipping the tip of the tongue into the piss slit, wallowing in the hot juices that were sliding out of Philippe's cock. The juices that lubricated, the juices that tasted so sweet and sticky.
Philippe loved the hot mouth on his cock. He loved the slow way Buddy was blowing him.
"Take my cock, please. Yes, that's it, take it, please take it."
Philippe reached down with a hand and ran it through Buddy's tousled red hair as the young man knelt before him taking his cock into his mouth, playing with his balls, making love to his meat as he leaned back against the table, giving Buddy all that he had to offer.
Buddy loved the taste of the young guy's cock. It was fresh and sweet. It was thick and hard too. He could feel the blood pulsing through the cock and the weight of Philippe's balls was incredible. The boy had a full load and Buddy was ready to take it.
He slipped his mouth off the cock and dropped to the nuts. He could feel the tremor rush through Philippe's body as he took the youth's nuts into his mouth and began to suck on them. Buddy's hand was busy with Philippe's prick, slipping up and down the shaft of it, mingling the spittle and pre-cum juices that continued to spew forth from the hooded head of Philippe's hot cock.
The balls were sweet, sweaty and sweet. Buddy slipped one finger beneath the balls and explored once more the tight, wet ass-hole that lay just beyond.
He could feel the thickness of his own cum in Philippe's ass-hole as he sucked on the boy's balls and played with his dick with his hand.
Philippe was going wild now. He gripped the table for support and let Buddy suck him and finger fuck him and play with his nuts as he geared himself up for the big shoot.
He knew that he could not stand this much longer.
Buddy was too good. He was going to drive him over the edge any second now. Any second now that hot load of his was going to shoot forth, to squirt out the hot thick cream that was gathering up in his nuts, ready to go, ready to shoot off at any minute now.
Buddy's tongue started at the base of Philippe's cock shaft and then slid all the way up to the head and then down again. He licked at the balls, driving his finger deeper and deeper into Philippe's hot, willing ass-hole.
"Take it, please!" Philippe groaned. "Please, take my cock. Take it!"
Buddy took the head of the dick into his mouth once more and Philippe grabbed his head with both hands and rammed it down all the way to the nuts.
He felt the hot, wet tongue slashing at his cock-shaft as he pumped his cock down Buddy's throat, fucking him in the mouth, taking him.
The finger in his ass-hole had found just the right button. It was driving Philippe wild. He pulled himself up from the table and let Buddy really drive that finger deep, fucking his ass as he drove his prick deeper and deeper into Buddy's mouth, fucking his throat.
SPLAT!
Philippe's cum exploded inside Buddy's mouth. SPLAT!
Buddy tasted the sweetness of the cum that was gushing down his throat. SPLAT!
The cock juice filled Buddy's mouth as Philippe held onto Buddy's head and forced him down all the way on his meat, all the way to the balls while his cock shot load after load of hot, thick cream into the young red-haired boy's eager, sucking throat.
At last he released Buddy. Buddy fell back onto the floor, panting. "Thank you," Philippe said. "That was good."
"Anytime, pal," Buddy said. "Any fucking time at all."
The two young men pulled their pants back up and straightened themselves out.
"Are we ready for the rest of this party?" Buddy asked.
"Are they ready for us?" Philippe said. The both laughed and headed for the door to return to the wedding reception.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Niagara Falls!
How corny can you get, Bob had thought when his parents had suggested the traditional locale for his honeymoon with Angelique.
But why not? he had had as a second thought. She would love it. It was probably the most romantic setting there was-commercially so, but women liked that sort of thing.
The train trip from the city to Niagara Falls had passed pleasantly enough. The only thing that had disturbed Bob had been the presence of Philippe.
"What do you want to bring your brother along on our honeymoon for?" Bob had asked.
"Please, darling ... he will be so lonely in New York. He doesn't know anyone there."
Bob could hardly imagine Philippe being lonely for long. Buddy was certainly taken with him.
Bob had his own feelings about that.
But he couldn't discuss them with Angelique. Not Angelique of all people, his own feeling about Philippe were confusing enough to him. Let alone what Buddy had made perfectly obvious.
Anyhow, that was all behind them now.
"Bobby, it is beautiful!" Angelique said as she looked out the hotel room window at the magnificent falls.
"And so are you, my darling," Bob said. "You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I am so happy. I will never want anything else so long as I live."
Angelique gave him a curious smile.
"We shall see about that," she said.
"I mean it," Bob said. "You are all any man could ever want."
Angelique gave him that curious smile again and then he kissed her. Long and hard on the mouth. They were standing by the window looking out over the falls. It was a scene right out of some old movie.
"Oh, excuse me," Bob heard the soft accented voice of Philippe.
"Philippe! come in," Angelique said, grabbing Bob by the hand and dragging him across the room to where Philippe was standing.
The young blonde man had just come into the room and looked embarrassed to find his sister and Bob in an intimate moment.
"I hope we can all be friends," Angelique said putting Bob's hand in Philippe's.
"More than friends," Philippe said. "Relatives!"
The three of them laughed.
Bob felt slightly uncomfortable. It was weird having Philippe along on the honeymoon. He had always thought of this as a very private time between two people who had agreed to spend the rest of their lives with one another. The presence of a third person along, even one of whom he was so fond as he was of as Philippe, disturbed him.
But he was always disturbed when Philippe was around. More than disturbed ... troubled by his own feelings. His own thoughts.
"Come!" Angelique said. "Let us go down to the falls. I want to see them close up. I want to feel the mist on my face.! "
There was no resisting her. Whatever she wanted Bob would gladly give her.
They left the room and were soon at the station to enter the falls. Donning the slickers that were given to them there, the three started off towards the sight that generations of honeymooners had enjoyed.
All three of them.
*****
The wedding night is always a traumatic experience. Even for lovers who have known each other for years. Even for lovers who have known the intimacy of one another before the marriage. There is some mystique about it that creates tension.
Bob felt that tension now as he lay on the bed waiting for Angelique to finish her preparations. He could hear her in the bathroom and he was nervous.
"Stupid," he told himself. "Really stupid, to feel nervous about this. I love her. That's all there is to it. This is the beginning of a beautiful life together. Just so we can get through this night with no problems. And what problems could there be? None, that's what."
Still, he felt strange.
Perhaps it was knowing that Philippe was in the next room.
Strange girl he had married.
Insisting that her brother come along on the honeymoon. And then arranging it so that their rooms adjoined. Might be something weird between the two of them, Bob thought.
Perish the thought!
Angelique was a sweet, loving girl. That was all. She felt a sense of responsibility for her beautiful young blonde brother, that was all. That young blonde brother with the terrific ass.
Now, stop that! Bob told himself. Get those thoughts out of your mind.
"Hello, Bobby," he heard her voice.
There she stood.
A magnificent vision in sheer black lace. What an outfit.! bob was overwhelmed by the beauty of his bride. His blonde bride in black lace. Angelique was wearing a floor length black lace creation that could only be described as sensational. It was the sexiest thing that he had ever seen.
"Come here," he said, reaching out his arms for her. He felt the body heat rising up within himself. His cock was inching to hardness as she walked slowly across the room and into his arms.
Angelique allowed herself to be pulled down to the bed beside Bob. She stretched out full length on the fjed, lying close to him as he caressed her through the thin fabric of the beautiful negligee that she was wearing. He could feel the heat of her own body as they blended together, from shoulder to toe.
Bob's dork was hard now. Fully hard. He could feel it stretching against the material of the pajamas that he was wearing.
Silly thing pajamas. He never wore them. But his father had given them to him, insisting that he wear them on his wedding night.
"It's the civilized thing to do," Bob's father had told him. "She will expect it of you."
What Angelique expected was anybody's guess, Bob had wanted to tell his father. He really didn't understand this beautiful French girl he had fallen so madly in love with. All he knew was that she was the hottest fuck that he had ever had. All through his stay in Cannes he had not been able to get enough of her. She had been more than willing too.
That was what bothered him.
Why had she fallen in love with him? He was nothing special.
That's what he'd always thought of himself as anyway. Not special, just average.
Their bodies were blending now through the thin fabric of their garments and Bob could feel the heat emanating from Angelique. She was as hot as he was. He reached for the ribbons that held the thin garment together. He pulled.
It opened.
There was that magnificent body, spreading out on the bed for him, opening the gates of heaven for him.
"Bobby," she whispered. "I want something."
"Anything," he gushed, ripping at his own pajamas, tearing them from his body and throwing them to the floor beside the bed.
"I want Philippe to join us."
Bob froze.
Philippe!
What could she mean?
"I want Philippe to be with us," Angelique said. "Don't you?"
Bob looked deep into her eyes. There was no teasing there. She was deadly serious.
"What do you mean don't I want him too?" Bob asked, pretending to not understand a word she was saying.
"you know very well what I mean, Bobby," Angelique said. "We both know, Philippe and I have known all along."
"Yes," he heard the voice behind him say. "It is true, isn't it?"
Bob whirled from the bed. There was Philippe standing in the doorway to the adjoining room-naked.
Bob could not take his eyes off Philippe. He was gorgeous. A handsome young blonde Frenchman-eighteen years old and hung like a horse.
"Yes," the answer was hardly audible.
Philippe slowly began to cross the room. He walked over to the bed where Bob and Angelique were lying and sank to his knees on the bed beside Bob.
He reached down his hands and took Bob's face in his hands and lifted it upwards as he himself bent forward. the two men's lips met and Bob felt the electric shock shoot through him.
Philippe!
The magnificent young blonde god was kissing him while he lay beside his bride in their honeymoon bed.
This was sick! the thought came to Bob. Sick, but I want it! yes! I want it! I want Philippe!
Bob felt Angelique's hands reach for him. He felt the cool, slender fingers caress his body as Philippe lay down on the bed with them. He felt the hardness of his own cock as he pressed his body to Philippe's.
Angelique moved closer, pressing her body to Bob's also, the three of them pressed together, Bob in the middle.
Bob reached out for Angelique, feeling the roundness of her breasts as Philippe gripped Bob's cock with his hand. The feeling was incredible. Forbidden desire!
Philippe's hand was firm and strong. It encircled the hugeness of Bob's cock as Bob succumbed to the feelings that he had hidden even from himself for so long. He wanted Philippe and he was going to have him. Have him right along with his bride-his magnificent Angelique.
Philippe's naked body pressed into Bob's. He felt the long, thick cock rubbing against his own as Angelique stroked his chest. Her tits were pressed against Bob's back and Bob could feel the electricity that was passing among them. He was overcome with heat.
Angelique moved a leg between the two men, sliding her naked body into the sandwich. Bob felt the softness of the woman and the firmness of the youth against his flesh. It was a terrific feeling-the best of all possible worlds!
Bob's cock was throbbing now. He could feel Philippe's expert manipulations of it as he reached for the blonde boy's cock with his own had. It was hard, long, thick and hard.
Bob loved the feel of the cock in his hand. He wanted more of it-all of it.
Slowly Angelique slipped her body downwards, sliding down in the bed until her face was at Bob's crotch. Philippe moved to the side and Angelique took the head of Bob's prick into her mouth and he felt the lush sweetness of her tongue swashing around the hard, hot head of his cock.
Oh God! Bob thought, this is too much.
Philippe moved up in the bed, moved up and knelt beside Bob's head, his cock hard, jutting forward from his groin.
"Suck it," Angelique said.
Bob couldn't believe that she had said that.
"Suck Philippe's cock," she insisted. "You want it. You've always wanted it. Take it."
His bride was telling him to suck her brother's cock. He could not believe it was happening, but it was and he wanted it, yes! he admitted it! He wanted Philippe's cock in his mouth.
Bob opened his mouth and the cock slid inside. He had Philippe's dick in his mouth. At last!
Angelique sucked on Bob while Bob began to suck on Philippe. It was an incredible menage a trois and Bob was loving it, loving every damned minute of it.
Bob felt the thickness of another man's prick in his mouth for the second time in his life. He had sucked on Buddy at the drunken bachelor party. But this was something else. This was Philippe and it was not a drunken party! It was his wedding night, for Christ's sake!
"Yes, suck it," Philippe moaned. "Suck my cock, Bob, suck it all."
Bob felt the smoothness of Philippe's nuts against his chin as Philippe slipped his meat all the way down Bob's throat. He could hardly believe that he was taking it all, and taking it so easily. The cock was sliding smoothly all the way into his mouth, he was really sucking this great big magnificent cock and Angelique was sucking on his own dick, taking deep, loving strokes of his hot meat while he sucked on her brother's huge tool.
"Take it all, Bob, that's right. Take my cock, take my pretty cock."
Bob did what he was told. He reached up and gripped Philippe's butt and pulled the youth tighter against his face as he buried his nose in Philippe's pubic hair. He smelled the sweetness there, he felt the hot cock sliding into his throat and he knew that he was a cocksucker-and a good one at that.
Angelique was playing with Bob's balls, teasing them with her delicate fingers, lifting the sack that held them and letting it fall back as she stroked his meat wither tongue, sliding her tongue all the way around the great shaft of Bob's cock as Bob licked and sucked on Philippe's big prick.
Philippe pulled back, releasing Bob's hold on it and moved away from the bed.
"Let me see how beautiful you are together," Philippe said.
Angelique squirmed on the bed, moving her body around so that Bob could have access to her snatch with his mouth. She continued to suck on his cock as Bob began to explore her pussy with his tongue.
The ripe, pink lips of her love tunnel parted for his penetration. He could smell the womanliness of her pussy as he slipped his tongue tip inside, tasting the honey that dripped from her as she gripped his cockshaft with her mouth and sucked.
Philippe was enchanted by the sight that greeted him: dark, handsome Bob eating out his sister while Angelique sucked on Bob's huge tool. He knelt beside the bed and slid a hand to Bob's balls which Angelique released for him.
Philippe cupped his hand around the huge balls as Bob sucked on Angelique's sweet pussy, licking and teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Angelique moved upwards, straddling Bob's face as he thrust his tongue upwards, driving it deep into her passion pit.
Philippe's face slipped down to where his hand had been and he began to lick at Bob's balls with his tongue as Angelique sucked that huge cock that was standing straight up from Bob's groin. Bob spread his legs and Philippe moved in, sliding up the bed between Bob's legs and took his nuts in his mouth and sucked on them.
The sack of balls filled Philippe's mouth as he lay on his stomach, sucking and licking at them, he could feel the rhythm of Angelique's sucking mouth and he knew that Bob was hot.
A finger slipped under Bob's balls and he spread his legs to let it find his ass-hole. Philippe's finger slipped into the tip of the hole and he stretched the tight opening.
Bob squirmed as he felt the penetration. Another man's finger was going into his butt hole. He resisted, but not for long.
Angelique pulled herself up from Bob's face and looked down at her brother sucking on his balls. She watched Philippe's finger sliding in and out of Bob's ass-hole and knew what was to come next.
"Turn over this way," she indicated, pulling Bob onto his side. Bob complied.
Now he was lying on his side and Angelique slipped into place beside him, taking his dick in her hand and guiding it to the hot, pink opening of her hot pussy. She felt the head of Bob's cock slip inside her and opened for him.
Philippe crawled up behind Bob, his hard cock pressing into the crack of Bob's ass. He lubricated himself and pushed.
Bob nearly screamed as he felt the head of Philippe's cock slide into his virgin ass-hole, but he was so hot now that he didn't care what happened next. He had Angelique's pussy gripping his cock and Philippe was beginning to fuck him.
His mind was nearly blown wide open by the experience, but he was so hot-so hot!
The feelings that were rushing through Bob's body were like nothing that had ever happened to him.
Here he was with his dick in the most beautiful girl's pussy and his own ass was being fucked by her hot brother!
This was a wedding night he would never forget!
Philippe felt the tightness of Bob's ass as he penetrated that virgin opening. He could feel the flesh tear as he went where no man had ever gone before. He loved the feel of the heat and the tightness of Bob's ass. He held Bob's hopes tightly with his hands as he began to slowly stroke his meat in and out, in and out.
Bob felt the thick cock sliding into his ass-hole as his own dick slipped ever deeper into Angelique's sweet, gripping pussy. She was holding tight to him, her breasts crushed against his chest as Philippe bore in from behind.
Bob's meat was throbbing, the feeling of having a man's dick in his ass was incredible. It made him feel as though his own dick had sprung a mate, that he now had two dicks instead of one and one of them was fucking him.
Angelique's cunt was hot, hot like a steamy pit. He could feel the tight walls of her cunt expanding and contracting as he thrust his meat deep inside. The same rhythm was giving him his first fuck from behind. Philippe's hard, hot dick was slipping all the way in now, all the way to the balls.
He could feel the blonde boy's nuts pushing against the crack of his ass as the meat pole penetrated to the depths of his ass-hole. He loved the feeling. It was one he had never had before. He had known what it was like to fuck, but he had never imagined that getting fucked was all the more pleasurable. It gave him a sense of fulfillment. He knew now that he wanted to get fucked, had always wanted to get fucked. If only he had let the feelings out before! he had been missing so much-so very much.
Philippe's prick was really doing it now. No more gentle, soft strokes. He was really pounding that meat home, driving that dick deep into Bob's ass as Bob fucked Angelique.
"Ooooooooh God!" Bob ejaculated. "Fuck me, fuck my ass! Fuck it, you bastard, fuck that ass!"
Philippe really cut loose now, pounding and driving his meat to the depths, filling Bob with the long, thick cock that he had. He really rammed it to him, driving that piece of meat all the way down, all the way to the nuts.
Bob felt Angelique cut loose with an orgasm as his own dick rammed all the way into her. He felt the clutching, hot walls of her vagina open and take his meat as she gushed forth her hot juices, flooding him with her womanhood. ' He felt the hot spasms of Philippe cumming in his ass at the same time. Philippe was really cumming. SQUIRT!
He felt a hot blast of man juice on one side of him as the woman juice was washing his cock in love on the other.
SPLAT!
He felt Philippe bite into his shoulder with his teeth as he came in his ass. SQUIRT!
Philippe's cock exploded inside him as he felt Angelique contort with another orgasm. She was really turned on now. She was humping him wildly as her young brother filled Bob's ass-hole with his own hot juices.
Slowly, he felt Philippe's dick slip out of his ass-hole.
Angelique collapsed on the bed as Bob's cock slipped out of her hot, gripping, grasping vise of love.
Bob lay back, his cock still throbbing, wet from the washing that Angelique had given it with her hot juices.
The three of them were panting like animals in heat.
Philippe stretched out on his stomach beside Bob, Angelique on the other side of him.
He reached out a hand and began to stroke Philippe's butt. That hot, sweet butt that had attracted him so much on the beach at Cannes.
And now here it was, lying just next to him.
He explored the dark crack that lay between the two halves of Philippe's perfect ass.
The young blonde boy squirmed, opening up for Bob as Bob slipped a finger inside.
"Yes," Angelique said. "Fuck him. Fuck my brother."
Bob was on top of Philippe in a flash, straddling that hot ass as Philippe stretched out lazily under him, spreading his ass cheeks wide, opening up for Bob.
Bob gripped his shaft and guided it to the hot, tight opening of Philippe's rosy red ass-hole. He plunged!
GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!
It felt magnificent. Better than anything he had ever felt before.
Philippe's ass-hole was tight, tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. He rammed his meat in and felt the incredible tightness of it. It was hot too. Hotter than fire.
He felt like his dick was on fire as he rammed his meat deeper and deeper into Philippe's red hot ass-hole, plunging and driving it home.
Philippe's butt rose from the bed to meet his strokes as Angelique lay panting there, her sweet breasts rolling with the rhythm of the bed as Bob pounded away on Philippe's behind, fucking that ass, fucking it like he had never fucked anything before. Hot!
Philippe's ass was incredibly hot.
Bob loved the feel of it as the blonde boy humped upwards, meeting him stroke for stroke, taking all that Bob could give him. Taking that hot, thick dick of Bob's, taking all of it, all the way.
Bob felt the power of his cock as he rammed it home to Philippe, driving the boy back onto the bed with the strength of his strokes, pounding that ass as he rammed it home, filling Philippe with the thickness, the length, the heat of his cock.
He couldn't get enough of it. He loved that ass. He wanted to go on fucking Philippe's hot, tight ass forever.
CHAPTER NINE
"So, how's it hangin', ol' buddy?" Claude asked Bob as he peeked into Bob's cubicle at Visions. "How's that French bride of yours?"
"Fine," Bob said. "Just fine."
He really didn't want to discuss his marital situation, especially not with Claude.
Claude was gross.
"Anytime you get tired of her, you just let me know," Claude leered.
"Sure," Bob forced a grin. "Sure will, Claude."
Claude waddled away and Bob was relieved.
He was feeling really strange since returning to New York. He was totally confused now about his feelings. What kind of a guy was he, he kept asking himself. Angelique was the sweetest, prettiest bride in the whole world and he should be happier than a pig in shit but he couldn't get Philippe out of his mind.
Philippe!
And Angelique didn't seem to mind. That was what drove him nuts. That night of their honeymoon, that night and every night after that while they were in Niagara Falls, it had been a three-way. An incredible three-way, one that he had never imagined possible, but he couldn't get it out of his head that it was wrong, that it was sick, that he should be satisfied with Angelique alone. But he couldn't get enough of Philippe and that incredible ass of his-or his dick!
That was what bothered Bob the most, the fact that he really liked getting fucked!
"Hey, how about a drink after work?"
Bob turned to see Buddy's grinning puss peering through the door of his cubicle.
"Well ... I don't know," Bob said. "I should get right home."
"What's the matter, that wife of your get jealous?" Buddy asked.
It wasn't Angelique who got jealous, it was Philippe. He seemed to have the same kind of feeling about Bob that Bob had about Philippe. Couldn't get enough of him and was extremely watchful when they went out anywhere that Bob didn't pay too much attention to anyone else, especially cute looking guys.
Bob had to admit that he had been eyeing some hot numbers lately. Something he would never have done before.
"Oh why the hell not?" Bob said. "Sure, meet you at five."
It was settled then. He would have one drink, just one with Buddy then head right home to Angelique-and Philippe.
It was a strange arrangement. But for them it worked. The three of them!
When five o'clock came around, Buddy was right there.
"Come on, guy, I want to hear all about that honeymoon of yours."
"Oh, leave me alone," Bob said. He really didn't want to discuss his personal life. Even with Buddy.
They entered the bar and once again Buddy led the way to an empty table near the back.
It was wild the way Buddy's ass excited him. He was used to the feeling of being turned on by a man's butt now, but it was still unsettling to him. But he had to admit that Buddy had about the hottest ass he had ever seen-except Philippe's.
"Usual poison?" Eunice asked, greeting the two friends with her typical dry humor.
"Sure, fill us up," Buddy said.
"You're pretty full of it already," Eunice said, slinging her hips as she turned to go to the bar and fill their order. She knew by now what every regular customer in the bar drank. It was all predictable.
"So, tell me about it," Buddy insisted. "How was your honeymoon?"
"It was wonderful," Bob said. "But I really don't want to talk about it. It's private."
"Private, huh?" Buddy sounded resentful. "What's private between you and me?"
Bob was afraid Buddy would take that attitude. The kid was really getting too friendly. He should never have done what he did with Buddy at that bachelor party, but he couldn't help himself at the time. He had just succumbed to the feelings of the moment.
"Here, drink that," Eunice said, sliding the drinks onto the table.
"I'd rather have a long drink of you," Buddy said.
"Might take you up on that sometime, if I thought you were serious," Eunice said.
"Sure," Eunice said. "About as serious as a car crash."
"Your place or mine?" Buddy said, taking a long swig of his drink.
"How about in the middle of the freeway?" Eunice said. She'd had passes made at her by every third guy who ever came into the bar. She knew that most of them would have run scared if she took them up on their offers.
"Anyplace you say," Buddy pushed.
"All right, stud," Eunice said. "Meet me here at nine o'clock, and be ready."
"I'm always ready," Buddy said, gripping his crotch.
"That's what they all say," Eunice said. "Then when it comes to action time ... well. The less said about that the better."
"Trust me," Buddy said.
"Yeah, about as far as I can throw you," Eunice rejoined. Then she turned an headed off to take care of another table.
"Are you serious?" Bob asked when Eunice was out of earshot. "You're really going to take that tramp home?"
"Sure," Buddy said. "I bet she's a hot fuck."
"You're impossible," Bob said. "You'd fuck anything that held still long enough to put it in."
"Wouldn't you?" Buddy grinned.
What did he know? Nothing.
Bob pretended not to hear and took a swig of his drink. He had to get home. The French pair would be expecting him.
"Listen, Buddy," Bob said. "I've got to be going."
"Aw," Buddy complained. "Just one more. Maybe I can pry a few secrets out of you if I get you drunk enough."
"Leave me alone," Bob laughed. "I have to go to the head anyway."
He stood up and headed towards the men's room.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't," Buddy yelled at his back.
"That wouldn't stop me from much," Bob yelled back.
The old joke had a hard edge to it. Bob thought, remembering what he knew about Buddy. And about what he knew about himself.
Bob pushed the door of the men's room open and stepped inside.
There were five stalls in the place and a young guy was standing at one of them. Bob moved to one on the end and whipped it out.
The relief of pissing when you really need it is one of natures special treats Bob had always thought. Now it was really a pleasure. He held his thick ten inches in his hand and let it gush.
He glanced over at the young blonde man who was standing a couple of feet from him and smiled;
"I really needed this," Bob said. "So I can see," the blonde responded. "Enjoy yourself."
The blonde looked down at Bob's cock and then up at Bob again. Bob felt strange.
The guy was not pissing. He was just standing there ... looking at Bob's cock.
Bob glanced down at the guy's dick. It was hard.
Bob looked away again quickly. This kind of thing had happened to him before ... before what? Before he knew that he could enjoy a prick.
Now it really made him nervous. He tried not to look back at the blonde who was still just standing there, but he felt drawn, like a magnet to turn and check out the guy's meat.
It was big.
Almost as big as Bob's.
Bob finished his piss and just stood there. He was frozen into position. He couldn't move. He just looked at the guy and held onto his prick. The guy smiled and moved closer to Bob.
Bob felt his dick getting hard as the blonde moved closer. He looked down at the guy's meat.
He was pumping on it slowly with his hand.
Bob began to stroke his own cock.
They two of them were jerking off now, just watching each others action.
Then the blonde let go of his own cock and reached his hand over to take hold of Bob's. Bob was going to push the hand away, but somehow couldn't stop himself. He just let go and let the guy grab his meat and take a firm grip on it.
God! That felt good.
The guy's hand was strong and he knew how to handle a cock. Bob just let him play with his prick as he stood there. It was really hard now, no fooling anybody. If anyone walked into the restroom and caught them Bob would die. Right there he'd just die. But it felt so good, so damned good.
He turned slightly to give the guy a better hold on it and as soon as he did the guy bent over and took the head of Bob's cock in his mouth. He still held onto the dick with his hand and began to lick the head of Bob's prick with his tongue.
A shiver ran through Bob's whole body. Damn, the guy was good. He really knew how to handle a prick. He was giving Bob a really good thrill.
The warm, wet tongue slipped over the head of Bob's prick and he could feel the strength in the guy's hand as he jerked on his meat. It was a terrific feeling and all the more so since it was so dangerous. All that had to happen was for some other guy who needed a piss to come in.
"Yeah, suck it," Bob whispered. "Suck that cock."
He rally liked the way the guy was blowing him. It was fast and furious and dangerous. The kind of thing that really turned him on. He felt like a bad kid who might get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The blonde guy stood up and pulled Bob by his prick so that they were up against the door. No one could come in unexpectedly now. Bob pressed his back against the door and the blonde dropped down into a squatting position in front of Bob. He unfastened Bob's belt and the top button on his pants and pulled Bob's pants down. The whole ten inches and his balls were completely free now.
The blonde really went to town now. He sucked on Bob's cock and played with his balls. Bob leaned back and let the guy do what he wanted.
And what he wanted was terrific.
Bob had been having a lot of weird experiences lately and this was one more. A blow job in a bathroom in a public bar-and Buddy was right outside.
That thought really turned Bob on. Buddy wouldn't know anything about it. He would think that Bob was taking a shit. He wouldn't know that Bob was right in here, just on the other side of the door getting a hot blow job from a really good looking young blonde guy. Wow!
Bob liked that idea. The whole secrecy of it. That part of it really turned him on.
That and the fact that the guy really knew how to suck cock.
He was taking long, hard strokes on Bob's cock while he held onto the base of it with one hand and really did a number on Bob's balls while he was sucking on his cock.
"Take that dick, you cocksucker," Bob whispered. His voice was really hoarse now. He loved the feeling of that hot mouth on his prick. He loved the feel of the guy's hands on his balls. He wanted to grab hold of the guy's dick too.
But the guy was squatting and Bob couldn't get to it. He knew what it felt though. Just as he knew what Buddy's cock felt like Buddy, his old friend. The one that he had reamed out in his sleep, the one he had fucked at the bachelor party.
The Buddy that he wanted to fuck him.
Too fuck him!
Yes!
He wanted Buddy to fuck him. Bob wanted Buddy's prick up his ass, just as he had wanted Philippe's prick up his ass. Just like he wanted this blonde guy to fuck him!
That was it!
"Fuck me," Bob whispered. "Fuck my ass."
The blonde guy looked up at Bob from where he was squatting on the floor in front of him.
"You sure?" the blonde asked.
"Yes," Bob said. "I want your dick up my ass. Fuck me."
Bob turned around and leaned against the door of the men's room while the blonde guy got into position. He gripped his cock in his hand and rammed it between the outspread cheeks of Bob's ass. Bob felt the hot, hard dick slide in and grunted.
He was not used to getting fucked. Not yet. He would get used to it though, he was determined. He loved the feel of a hot, hard dick in his ass. He really loved it!
That dick felt so good sliding in. Bob loved the hardness of it, the thickness of the blonde guy's cock as he pumped it into his ass.
Bob reared back, driving the cock harder into his ass, taking it all the way in, taking every fucking inch of that man's hot, thick, hard dick into his tight, hot ass-hole.
"FUCK ME!"
Bob knew that he had yelled too loud. But he didn't care. Nothing was like getting fucked. Nothing in the whole damned world.
The guy came up his butt and Bob squeezed his ass muscles together, taking it, milking every fucking drop of that hot fuck juice out of the guy's meat.
The blonde guy pulled out and Bob turned around. He dropped to his knees and began sucking the last drops of cum from the guy's hot meat.
"Hey, what's going on in there?"
There was a commotion at the door. Someone was trying to get in. Bob quickly jumped to his feet and pressed himself against the door of the men's room, pulling up his pants and trying to get them fastened as the blonde guy pulled himself together.
At last it was okay and he stepped away from the door.
"Sorry about that," Bob mumbled as he slipped out the door past the man who was trying to get in. "Door stuck."
Buddy was waiting at the table when Bob got back.
"Hell, thought you fell in," Buddy said. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Bob said. "Just had to take care of business."
Just then the blonde guy walked by and grinned at Bob.
"So I see," Buddy said, catching the look that passed between Bob and the blonde.
Bob felt his face turn to fire. "Leave me alone," Bob said. "Just fucking leave me alone."
"Don't get uptight about it," Buddy said. "There's nothing to get all bent out of shape about. Hell, he comes in here all the time. Sucks a mean cock, too. As you well know."
Bob felt naked. Buddy knew.
But he didn't know everything. He didn't know that Bob loved to get fucked.
"You want to come along with Eunice tonight?" Buddy asked him.
"Hell, no," Bob said. "I've got to get home."
"Right," Buddy said. "You're an old married man now." He gave a dirty grin that Bob hoped he didn't understand. He couldn't know about what was happening between him and Philippe. Could he?
No way.
"Look, I'll see you tomorrow," Bob said, "I've got to go now."
"Okay," Buddy said. "Catch you later."
Bob was never so happy to get out of anywhere in his life. The night air hit him and he was sobered by it immediately.
Home.
To Angelique.
And, of course, Philippe.
*****
"I was really surprised you showed up," Eunice said, looking at Buddy's naked body as he lay across her bed.
"I not only showed up," Buddy said. "I'm ready for action."
He liked Eunice. She was a hard one, but underneath it there was a real woman. And he really liked real women. Not phony bitches who led you on, but ones who knew what the score was and who were ready to play the game.
"So I see," Eunice said.
Buddy's cock was good and hard. He stroked it slowly as he watched Eunice take her clothes off. She had a good body. Tits not too big, but nicely formed, they would feel good to suck on, Buddy thought as he stroked on his beer can of a dick.
Eunice looked down at Buddy as she slipped off her panties. That was quite a dick he had, she was thinking to herself. A nice thick one.
She knelt between Buddy's legs as he sprawled sideways on her bed and took the thick dick in her hand. She licked her lips and dived downwards, taking the head of that dick into her mouth.
"Ummmmmmmm," she mumbled with a mouth full of cock. The feel of Buddy's cock in her mouth was good. It really filled it. She knew she wouldn't be able to take all that meat down her throat, but she sure as hell was going to take as much of it as she could.
Buddy stroked her dark hair as she bobbed up and down on his prick, trying like hell to take as much of it into her mouth as she could. He loved getting his cock sucked and he didn't really care who did it as long as they knew what they were doing.
And Eunice really knew what she was doing. That tongue of hers was like lizard's. Darting all over the head of Buddy's prick, licking and diving into the piss slit and then along the sides of ft, making shivers run up his backbone as she rammed the meat into her mouth.
"Oh yeah," Buddy moaned. "Suck that cock, bitch. Suck it good."
Eunice was doing it too. She held tight to the base of Buddy's prick and slipped her wet tongue up and down the sides of it, licked and sucked as Buddy just lay back, letting her take over.
She was an expert cocksucker, that was obvious. The girl really knew how to turn a dick on.
Buddy gripped her head with his hands and controlled her action now and she responded, taking his directions as he guided her now fast, now slow, letting her have her way with her tongue, though. That tongue of hers knew every crevice and crack of his cock by now. She really knew how to suck a dick.
"Now come here," Buddy said, pulling her up off his cock. "I want to see if you can fuck as well as you suck."
"Hell, honey," she said. "You ain't seen nothin' yet."
Eunice crawled up on the bed on top of Buddy. He was still sideways on the bed, so what she did was to straddle him, her own feet on the floor and sit on his cock.
He loved it. She was squatting there, bobbing up and down on his beer can dick and her tits were bobbing in front of him. Buddy reached up with his hands and took her nipples between his fingers and began to tweak them. Pinching them and twisting them as Eunice slid up and down on that hot meat pole of his, taking every damned inch of it inside her hot, tight twat.
"Ooooh, yeah," Buddy said. "Take that cock. Take it all. Take that hot cock, you fucking slut."
"Hey, who said I was a slut?" Eunice complained.
"Everybody, honey, just simply everybody-and thank God they were right!"
Eunice laughed at that. Buddy was a good of boy. And Jesus did he have a dick.
That cock felt so good inside her hot, tight pussy. She just loved the way it filled her up. It was so thick. She loved the way Buddy's prick filled her up. He really had a big one.
Buddy's fingers were really doing a number on Eunice's tits. He was twisting those nipples, pulling and carrying on with them like there was no tomorrow.
She loved the way it felt as he twisted them first one way then the other. It really turned her on and she felt herself coming to a climax. She bobbed her little ass up and down, taking that hot, thick dick of his up her twat, grinding her behind while she rode him like a cowgirl.
"Take that dick, slut! Take that hot piece of meat, you cunt!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Eunice growled. "Talk to me dirty, man, Talk real dirty to me."
Buddy rammed his meat deep up her cunt as she bobbed up and down on it. Sending shivers of delight through her twat as she felt her juices cut loose and flood him. She spilled them out and they flowed over his nuts and down his legs, dripping onto the floor while he twisted the shit out of her nipples, making her squeal with pleasure as he fucked her.
"Oh, baby, fuck mama's pussy, give it to me. Give me that dick. Give it to me."
Eunice was going wild now, taking all that Buddy had to offer, taking that dick of his up her twat,' taking the hard number he was doing on her tits and loving it, loving every fucking minute of it.
Then Buddy grabbed her and held tight to her waist as he pulled himself up from the bed.
"Wrap your legs around me, bitch, and hang on tight."
Buddy hoisted her up in the air and staggered to his feet. He was going to fuck her standing up.
Eunice went crazy, jumping and wriggling and bouncing on his dick as he pumped his meat upwards, driving it hard and strong into her hot, tight twat.
He could feel the hot juices flooding his meat shaft and knew that she was coming, over and over again.
He was driving her bananas as he rammed his meat into her pussy, fucking that silly bitch crazy as she groaned and moaned and held on tight with her begs wrapped firmly around Buddy's slender waist. His balls were swinging free as she rammed it to her, driving that hot dick of his deeper and deeper into Eunice's love box.
"Fuck me, Buddy! Fuck the shit out of me!"
Buddy was staggering around the room now, humping away like crazy while Eunice hung on for dear life.
He rammed that meat home. He felt the load coming. He knew that any minute now he was going to drop his load into her hot, steamy love patch. He threw Eunice down on the bed and pinned her there, her legs still wrapped firmly around his waist and she humped right along with him, taking those hard, deep strokes of his hot cock and loving it loving every damned minute of it as Buddy rammed it home and shot his hot load. WHAM!
Cum spurted up inside her. RAM!
Buddy drove it home. SLAM!
Eunice felt the power of the cock enter her.
Buddy dropped exhausted on top of Eunice, her legs holding him around the waist like a vise in heat. She loved the feel of his cock inside her and he loved the hot, tight walls of her cunt that held his thick, spurting dick until the last fucking drop of his hot, thick mancum was spilled inside her.
"How about a drink?" Buddy said at last. "That's all you think I am, a waitress!! . "
"Fuck you!"
"Anytime, stud. Any fucking time at all!"
CHAPTER TEN
Bob couldn't believe how his life had changed.
He 'd only been married six months and the whole world had turned up side down for him and he had come up on his feet.
Accepting his new way of life had been the hardest thing that he had ever done, but boy, was he happy that he's been able to manage it.
Tonight was going to be a special night for him-special in so many ways.
He couldn't wait to get home.
The taxi driver was not the talkative type, and that was just as well with Bob. He didn't feel much like talking. Only looking forward to the little party that he was going to throw.
Angelique was excited about it too. She loved parties. Philippe didn't really care one way or the other. He always had a good time when they went to parties, but he was just as happy to stay home with Bob.
"Just pull up there," Bob said, indicating the building where the apartment was. The cab driver did as he was told. Bob paid the fare and disembarked.
He hurried into the building and then into the elevator, pushing the button for his floor and relaxed for the fist time that day.
This was really going to be something, he told himself. Really something.
Angelique was lying on the sofa in the living room when Bob walked into the apartment. She was beautifully dressed in a red gown and she looked lovelier than he had ever hoped his wife could look.
"Bobby!" she cried, delighted to see her husband. She threw her arms around his neck as he stooped over her and they exchanged a really sincere and deep kiss.
"What about me?" Philippe asked.
Bob turned to greet his brother-in-law. The hot young blonde Frenchman was waiting with open arms.
A deep kiss was exchanged between the two of them and Angelique looked on approvingly.
She was so happy that Bob and Philippe got on so well. She was devoted to her brother and this arrangement that the three of them had suited her perfectly.
"Do you want a drink?" Angelique asked.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Bob said. His mouth was full of Philippe's tongue.
"I take that for a yes," his wife said. She went over to the bar that filled one corner of the attractively decorated living room and poured Bob a martini.
Crossing the room, she thrust the glass between the two lovers who were still locked in an embrace.
"you must come up for air," she said. "And this."
Bob took the glass from her and with his arm around Philippe crossed to the sofa.
"Come, sit with us," Bob urged as Angelique crossed toward a chair.
"No," she said. "I want to save my dress. If I sit with you two, we'll get all wrapped up in one another and I'll look a fright by the time the guests arrive. Who is coming?"
Angelique arranged herself in one of the large overstuffed chairs while Philippe and Bob settled into one another on the sofa.
"Oh, Buddy ... " Bob said.
"How wonderful!" Philippe enthused.
"And a few surprises," Bob smiled, sipping on his martini.
"You are so mysterious," Angelique said. "That is what I like about you."
"That's one of the things you like about me," Bob said. "I could name a couple of others."
"Behave yourself," Angelique complained, not seriously.
Bob put his arms around Philippe and gave him another deep kiss.
"I love you," he said simply.
"And I, you," Philippe said, reaching into Bob's crotch and giving his dick a squeeze.
"Will you two stop it before I vomit," Angelique said. She was not serious about this. She really loved the way that Bob and her brother made love openly in front of her.
It was so much better than them sneaking around behind her back, feeling guilty about it. It was healthy. She was all in favor of it.
So long as Bob did not neglect her, of course. And he never did.
BUZZ!
"We have guests," Angelique squealed. She loved to entertain.
Buddy hugged Angelique at the door and gave her a friendly kiss.
"Would you like a drink?" his hostess asked.
"Of course he'd like a drink," Bob jumped in before Buddy could answer. Give him the bottle and he can just curl up in the corner somewhere."
"That isn't what I like to crawl up in a corner with and you know it," Buddy said, coming into the room where Philippe and Bob were sitting, respectably now. Inches apart.
Angelique gave Buddy a martini and poured one for herself. The party could begin now.
*****
An hour later, the room was filled with people. Beautiful women and handsome men. Bob had really gotten together an attractive cast for this party. Angelique was delighted. She hated ugly people. They depressed her.
Bob was really feeling great. He had surrounded himself with some of the most attractive people he had met in the last six months-and , of course, Buddy.
The party was taking an interesting turn. The men were as affectionate with one another as they were with the women they had brought with them. It was turning into quite an experience.
Bob took the lead by reaching into Philippe's crotch and massaging his dick. Philippe responded by reaching into Buddy's crotch and massaging his. The three men were locked into a three-way groping that was getting attention from several corners of the room.
Angelique was delighted. She had remembered how uptight Bob had been at the first "picnic" that she and Philippe had taken him on in France. Now, here he was staging his own.
Philippe's cock was hard when Bob took it out of his pants and he was delighted to see that Buddy was going down on him.
"Suck his cock," Bob said. "He loves it."
Angelique slid over to where the three men were sitting on the sofa and reached up into Bob's crotch and pulled out his dick. She sat between his legs, masturbating him while he watched Buddy go down on Philippe.
Several other people in the room started their own little triangles and quadrangles and soon the place was filled with naked men and women, engaged in lovemaking.
It was a beautiful sight to behold and Bob smiled as he looked around at what he had created.
Angelique unbuttoned Bob's pants and helped him slide them down his legs and took them off. He removed his own shirt and soon was naked as were most of the other people by now.
Buddy had taken off Philippe's pants and was lying on his stomach on the sofa while Philippe stretched out before him.
Buddy's mouth was circling Philippe's thick cock and Bob was being serviced by Angelique as he watched his buddy suck off his brother-in-law. Bob reached a hand over and began to play with Buddy's hot little ass-hole as Buddy continued to suck on Philippe.
Bob knew how great Philippe's dick felt in his mouth and knew that Buddy was really having a good time of it over there.. He slipped a finger into Buddy's ass-hole and was once again amazed at the incredible heat of the young redhead's butt hole. It was as though he had some secret source of fuel in there and Bob knew well what that ass-hole felt like when it was getting fucked.
It was like sticking your dick into molten lava.
Angelique had a hot pussy, and Philippe was probably the best fuck in the room, but there was something about Buddy's ass-hole that really turned Bob on.
Perhaps it was the fact that Buddy's ass-hole was the first one that Bob had ever had anything to do with. Way back there that night that they had both been so drunk that they had passed out at Buddy's Village apartment.
Or maybe it was simply because Buddy had a really hot ass-hole.
Bob concentrated on the fine blowing that Angelique was giving him. He loved the way she tickled his dick with her tongue and played with his nuts with her slender, delicate fingers. She was really good at it. Nearly as good as her brother.
Bob loved the way Philippe sucked him too. The young blonde Frenchman had a special way of using his tongue that no one else had ever demonstrated to him. He loved it. It was exciting and the fact that it was from a young man as handsome as Philippe made it all the more exciting to him. Bob loved having his dick suck and that wasn't all he loved.
He loved every kind of sex, with every kind of attractive partner-female or male. And that realization was his freedom.
He had wasted so much time in his previous life before he had discovered the joys and pleasures of bisexual love. He now knew that this was the natural order of things. At least it was for him.
Nothing else mattered now. He could enjoy having sex with whoever turned him on and not feel guilty about it.
The sense of freedom that that thought gave him was overpowering.
Bob leaned back, his finger up Buddy's butt and enjoyed his wife sucking on his cock while he watched the panoply of sexual activity that was being played out in front of him.
Brenda and Conrad were having a wonderful time over there by the bar with Carl.
Carl was the mailroom boy from Visions. He was a hot young German who had the schlong of death on him. Bob had first noticed him when he got back from the honeymoon. How he had missed the hot young Duetcher stud before that he couldn't imagine. Carl was over six feet tall and built slender, but his ass and his cock made up for any slenderness. He was certainly not "the delicate type."
Brenda was down on her knees, sucking that cock for all she was worth. Bob could see the huge balls swinging as Brenda stroked Carl's huge schlong with her hand and with her mouth.
Meanwhile, behind him Conrad was rimming the hell out of that gorgeous young ass. He was thrusting his tongue deep into the crevice of joy that lay between the hot melons of Carl's butt. He knew what that ass tasted like too. He tasted it many times himself.
And fucked it too. He couldn't wait to get Carl alone in the mailroom some rainy afternoon again and slip him the old ten-inch meatpole.
Brenda was a pretty young girl he had met one night when he had had trouble getting a cab. She was waiting on the same corner that he had been waiting on and when the lone cab that either of them had seen finally came along, they rushed each other for it. As it turned out she lived only a block from where Bob and Angelique and Philippe lived, so they had shared it.
There was something more than attractive about Brenda and Bob and she had come on to each other in the cab. They had made it right there in the cab, too, with the cab driver jerking off while he watched in the rear view mirror.
It had been a wild night and he was glad that Brenda had found Carl. They were good for each other. Carl had the dick of death and Brenda gave a really mean blow job. It was great watching her take care of that piece of meat.
Bob knew what that prick tasted like too.
Conrad was really giving it to Carl's hot butt with that tongue of his, that tongue that Bob knew only so well. He had felt that tongue up his own ass and down his throat and all over his cock.
His cock that Angelique was now so expertly wriggling her little pink tongue all over.
Conrad spread the cheeks of Carl's ass and gave him a really hot licking, sliding that hot tongue up there, wriggling it around and drawing it back to give it to him one more time.
It was incredible to watch that trio while Bob finger fucked Buddy and watched Buddy sucking on Philippe's thick piece of Gallic meat.
Angelique's mouth was really working him over too. Bob loved the feel of it. But felt it was time for a change.
"Rim Buddy," he told her, pulling Angelique up off his cock.
His dutiful wife slipped into position behind Buddy and spread wide the cheeks of his incredibly hot ass and drove that tongue of hers into the hilt. Buddy squirmed with delight as he felt the hot French girl's tongue sliding and slipping in side him. He loved to be rimmed and she really knew how to do it.
Bob stood up beside the couch and let Philippe take his cock into his mouth as Buddy sucked on Philippe.
That wild tongue of Philippe's started doing its work as Bob felt the heat rising from his nuts. He loved the way Philippe sucked and Philippe loved to suck his cock.
Bob felt a hand on his butt and turned around to see that Carl had broken away from Brenda and Conrad who were busy taking care of each other, lying on the floor in a hot sixty-nine position.
"Mind if I join your little party?" Carl asked in his charming German accent.
"Not at all," Bob said. "Be my guest."
Philippe was sucking him wildly and Carl now began the ultimate penetration of his ass. He lubricated his fingers with spit and began by slipping a finger into Bob's ass as Bob bent over Philippe who was getting sucked by Buddy who was getting rimmed by Angelique.
The whole scene was driving Bob up the wall. He loved the way it was working. It was incredible!
He felt the hot fingers probing his butt and reared back, letting Carl slide his fingers inside his ass-hole, warming it up, opening it for the fuck that he knew was coming.
Bob bent over, lifting one foot up onto the couch, opening himself wider for Carl's probing fingers. Carl slipped them in deep, spreading the two fingers that he had inserted. Bob felt his ass-hole giving, accepting the penetration. Carl felt it too.
He kissed Bob on the mouth as he slipped his fingers out of his butt and Bob felt the probing head of Carl's immense dick sliding into place. The dick would hurt-at first. That he knew. But the incredible pleasure that Carl's red hot love tool would give him was worth the pain that the first few seconds would bring.
Carl's dick head slipped inside Bob's butt as Bob gave out a cry of pain.
Philippe's lips clamped down hard on Bob's prick as Carl's dick slid into place. Bob balanced himself and took it all the way.
Angelique looked up and took in the scene. She loved it. Her favorite men were doing it together.
She crawled up from where she had been spread out and walked over to Bob. She grabbed his face in her hands and slipped her tongue inside his mouth as her brother sucked the bejesus out of her husband's hot, thick ten incher. She knew that Bob was loving the fucking that he was getting from Carl and she wanted to increase his pleasure.
Bob took hold of Angelique's breasts and caressed them as he felt the hard plunges of Carl's meat driving deeper and deeper up his old poop chute.
Buddy let go of his long-term sucking on Philippe's cock and moved over to sit on it. Bob watched as Buddy squatted over Philippe's slick, wet prick and slowly lowered himself, letting the cock slide all the way up his ass as he settled into Philippe's lap. Philippe did not lose a stroke on Bob's prick as he kept right on sucking.
The feel of Carl's cock in Bob's ass was wild.
The cock was long, over ten inches.
Probably more like thirteen. It was thick too. Bob loved the way it felt as that big German sausage slipped up his ass-hole.
He bent over, fucking Philippe in the face as he took Angelique's tongue into his mouth, feeling her tits with his hands and ramming his cock down her brother's eager, slurping throat.
Philippe's cock was buried deep inside Buddy's red hot ass-hole and Buddy was jerking himself off. Bob moved slightly, bringing Carl with him and Angelique was able to reach down and take hold of Buddy's cock. She expertly manipulated it while Buddy squirmed on Philippe's cock.
Philippe's hot mouth was swallowing Bob's cock as Bob took all that Carl had to offer. He loved the feel of that big slick dick up his ass and he loved the way Philippe was sucking on him.
Angelique dropped down and took Buddy's prick in her mouth. She sucked on it while Buddy bounced up and down on her brother's thick cock. She was giving him a really good blow job now, just like she had really given him a terrific rimming earlier. Angelique knew what she was doing and Bob knew it.
He had had her so many times over the past few months-while they were in France and since they had gotten married.
The girl was a sex tool, to be used and enjoyed.
He was happy that she liked Buddy. Because Buddy was his best friend. His best fuck-buddy too.
There was nothing fast or furious about the way Angelique sucked cock. She loved to suck it and she did a good job. Most women couldn't give a decent blow job. Bob had found that out when he started getting sucked off by other guys. Men knew what turned other men on. Women usually didn't have a clue. But Angelique was an exception.
She could suck cock with the best of the boys.
And Philippe was the best boy that Bob had ever known. His ass, his moth, every part of him-including that terrific cock that was now ramming the hell out of Buddy-that boy was made for sex and nothing else.
Philippe's grip on Bob's cock had not stopped since he began sucking on him. And now Carl was really letting him have it up the ass. Bob loved the feel of it, the whole idea of it turned him on. Getting fucked by another man was something that he never had thought would have happened to him, but now that he knew what it was all about, he couldn't get enough of it.
Bob grabbed Philippe's head and force fucked him as Buddy wriggled his butt and took all the cock that Philippe had to offer, which was considerable.
The young French boy could take anything that Bob could give him. It was wild, he could take Bob's whole thick ten-incher down his throat and not gag. He was doing it now. Taking that cock, sucking on it, taking every fucking inch of it.
Bob felt the hot explosion inside his ass-hole and knew that Carl was coming. He gripped the meat tight with his ass muscles, feeling the spasms as Carl cut loose, filling his ass with thick, white, creamy jizz.
Buddy was really getting it too, getting his ass fucked by that hot cock of Philippe's. Angelique dived down into the red muff of Buddy's crotch, taking his thick beer can cock all the way down her sweet little throat.
She sucked it down and Bob could tell that Buddy was really getting a good time of it. He knew that tongue of Angelique's. He knew the wild things that she could do with it. MAYBE she had learned some of them from her brother, because Philippe was the only other person who could come near to Angelique in the blow-job department.
Brother and sister, two terrific cocksuckers and Bob considered himself the luckiest man in the he world to have them both-to be married to one of them and to have the other one right here in the house all the time. Ready to do anything that he wanted ... any time he wanted it.
Carl pulled his cock out of Bob's ass and limped away-spent.
Philippe pulled his face away from Bob's cock and Bob moved around to let Philippe suck the cum out of his as. Philippe loved to suck Bob's ass and Bob loved to have his ass-hole sucked out.
He could feel the hungry tongue sliding in there, licking out the sweet cum that Carl had dropped into him. He could feel the warm, wet tongue all the way up inside him.
Philippe's hot mouth was doing it to him. He knew that Philippe was ready to cum up Buddy's ass too. He could tell by the way Philippe was gasping and humping on the couch while Buddy bounced up and down on him.
Angelique came up to Bob and knelt in front of him. She had finished sucking Buddy and now was ready to take her husband's load while her brother sucked out his ass-hole.
Bob felt that incredible tongue of hers. He loved the feel of it as it slashed around his cockhead and up and down the sides of it. He grabbed her pretty face and fucked the shit out of it while Philippe rammed his tongue deep, deep into Bob's ass-hole, sucking out Carl's dripping cum.
Bob felt the explosion in himself and he let go. Flooding Angelique's mouth with his load.
At the same time, Philippe cut loose with his wad and filled Buddy's hot ass with his cream.
Bob could feel the electric shudder rush through both their bodies as they lost their loads at the same time: Bob's into Angelique's hot sucking mouth and Philippe's into Buddy's red hot butt hole.
