Stacee groaned as those horse-sized nuts smacked against her high cheeks bones.
She suddenly tired of slurping the chauffeur's balls.
Stacee spat out Maximillian's left nut. She set to work on his cock. Maximillian gasped with increasing passion as Stacee took his cockhead between her soft lips. The tip of her tongue flickered over the pulsating cock-knob.
Stacee slurped the droplet of pre-come from Maximillian's cockhead.
She hungrily drank down the salty tidbit.
Maximillian forced inch after throbbing inch of cockmeat into Stacee's mouth.
Stacee gagged as the head of Maximillian's cock pressed against the roof of her mouth.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets as he rammed his powerful hips into her face.
Stacee felt the massive cockhead pop past her tonsils and burrow deep down her throat.
Quenching the urge to vomit, Stacee slurped on the meaty member that plunged in and out of her mouth.
In and out of her throat.
"Suck me! Suck me!" Maximillian begged.
And Stacee did.
CHAPTER ONE
Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur gazed into the depths of her wardrobe.
She ran slender fingers through her silken red locks.
Stacee sighed.
It was so difficult to know what one should pack for a luxury vacation to St. Tropez. The multi-layered chiffon Westwood? The demure black Chanel with a string of cultured pearls?
The frivolous pink and yellow Vanderbilt with the puffed sleeves?
One never knew what activities would be engaged in.
One never knew what exclusive hot spots one would be going to, or with whom.
Stacee suddenly made up her mind.
She would take them all.
The Westwood, the Chanel, the Vanderbilt.
Even the snazzy Yves St. Lauren.
Stacee had no idea how that season's wardrobe would fit into one smallish Gucci suitcase.
But that, she reflected as she turned from the wardrobe, was not her concern.
One had servants to do one's dirty work.
Stacee sashayed across the plush carpet of her bedchambers to the servant's bell.
She tugged a few times, then perched on the end of her bed.
Stacee stared at her image in the full-length mirror that covered one wall of her massive bedroom.
She was incredibly pleased at what she saw.
At twenty-seven, Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur had everything the filthy-rich daughter of a French-American oil tycoon could possibly desire.
Servants and body guards.
The most stylish fashion creations from every respected European designer.
A red Porche, a black Trans-Am and a silver Rolls Royce (just for kicks). A svelte, sexy body. Full-bodied lips. Young, perky tits. A tight, juicy twat.
A clitoris that throbbed with fuck-filled hunger any time a big cock approached.
Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur ran her fingers over her supple mounds of titflesh.
She cooed with delight while pinching her pink nipples to erection.
Stacee sank her pretty head into her goose-down pillows.
She spread her slender thighs.
Spasms of rapture coursed through her boob-flesh as she continued to pinch her nipples.
Stacee's clitoris throbbed with horny heat.
She slid her left hand off her nipple.
Her fingers crept down her trim torso.
Stacee slid the index finger of her left hand into her black and white striped Gaultier slacks.
The tip of her finger wriggled further and further into the moist, warm depths of her panties.
Stacee's eyes rolled to the back of her head.
A sigh of fuck-crazed lust escaped her brightly-painted lips.
How Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur loved to get fucked!
How the poor little rich girl adored thick, throbbing cock flesh!
Stacee loved to feel massive, pulsating fuckpoles pounding up her steaming love pot.
She loved spreading her legs.
Wrapping her cunt lips around a gargantuan slab of thickly-veined fuckmeat.
Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur was, to put it succinctly, a nymphomaniac.
Every place seemed to be the right place to get fucked.
Parking lots!
Alleys!
Public lavatories! Elevators!
Stacee had tried them all and loved them, each and every one.
Every time seemed to be the right time to get fucked.
Before a seven course meal!
After a seven course meal!
During a seven course meal!
Stacee suddenly jumped on the satin bed sheets as a knock sounded on the door.
Damn!
She was so hungry for hot fuck action she had momentarily forgotten she had rung the servants' bell!
"Er.. .one moment," Stacee said, sliding her finger out of her slacks and removing her hand from her erect, nipple.
She got up from the bed and stumbled to the door, her knees weak with lust.
Stacee opened the door and stared at the surly black parlor maid.
Butterfly Jones stood in the threshold, hands on her hips.
Stacee's bell had disturbed Butterfly's coffee break.
(She hadn't been drinking coffee, actually; she had been leafing through the latest copy of Chocolate Singles in the servants' quarters-but a coffee break was a coffee break.)
"An' jest what de hell you wants?" Butterfly snapped at her mistress.
Stacee was momentarily taken aback by the maid's rude comment.
"Butterfly!" she gasped. "Please address your mistress in a slightly less aggressive manner! We pay you good money to-"
"Good money don't does shit when I gots ta slave fo' de white folk jest like mah relatives done did afore Lincum done sets dem free!" Butterfly snarled. "Now cut de crap an' tell me what ya wants!"
Butterfly shuffled into the room, her nappy head waving back and forth.
"Damn white folks still finks dey own de whole goddamn world!" Butterfly muttered under her breath.
Stacee decided to simply ignore the girl's obnoxious behavior and fire her once Butterfly had packed her bags for the trip to St. Tropez.
"As you know," Stacee said. "My sister and I are going to St. Tropez tomorrow."
"Ain't never been outa de goddamn country mahse'f," Butterfly complained.
"Well, perhaps if you were a bit more pleasant in your manner, Butterfly, you might find a rich old man who would do nice things for you like take you on trips around the world."
"Shee-it!" Butterfly snapped. "All I gits from de assholes I date be'se big black cock!"
"And I suppose you are satisfied with that?" Stacee inquired pityingly, assuming Butterfly was an under-achiever.
Butterfly snorted with contempt.
"Shit, no!" she said. "Ain't nufin' I would likes better'n a wrinkled ole white folk dat wants ta gives me plane tickets an' flashy cars. Jest cain't find any in de shit holes I goes out to ta listen ta de latest beats."
"I see,"
Stacee decided not to linger on Butterfly's social calendar.
The rich heiress had better things to do with her time.
Like getting her suitcase packed.
And getting her horny cunt fucked.
"Anyway, Butterfly," Stacee said. "I called you up to my room so that you could pack my suitcase for the trip."
"Jesus Christ almighty!" Butterfly snarled. "I jest mopped de whole goddamn kitchen floor an' cleaned all de windows! My gangly limbs be achin' somefin' awful! An' now ya wants me ta packs your clothes?! Cain't you pack your own goddamn clothes, ya lazy white bitch?! "
"Butterfly!" Stacee wailed, suddenly angered. "You better watch your manners! I'll remind you that it is the second daughter of Guy du Drapeur that you are talking to!"
"Priss assed white folk!" Butterfly hissed under her breath.
Stacee sashayed to her wardrobe and threw the doors open wide.
"I want you to pack it all," she said. "Into this."
Stacee indicated the Gucci suitcase on the floor.
Butterfly's eyes popped from their sockets as if attached to stalks.
"Lawdamercy!" she shrieked. "How de fucks you expects me ta shoves all dat frilly crap inta dat bag?! Why de hall cain't you travels wif five bags like your goddamn sister? She done had me slavin' away all dis mornin', a-shovin' an' a pokin' dresses an' shoes an' God knows what goddamn crap inta her suitcases!"
"It's really none of your business," Stacee said. "But if you must know, I do hate dealing with porters so.
"Your damn sistuh don't mind messin' wif porters."
Yes, I know Stacee through to herself. Shaun likes nothing better than the thick dick of a common airport porter. Ugh!
"I'm sure you'll manage," Stacee said aloud, patting Butterfly's frail shoulder and making a swift exit from the bedroom.
The thought of commoner's cocks made her horny all over again.
She thought it was about time she made a visit to Maximillian, the chauffeur.
"Work, work an' nufin' but mo' goddamn work!" Butterfly hissed. "Crazy assed white folks!"
Stacee slammed the door shut and left the parlor maid to her own devices.
*****
"Jeeves," Stacee said once in the main hallway of the du Drapeur mansion. "Please tell the chauffeur I will be visitin him shortly."
"Is it about the ride to the airport tomorrow, miss?" the elderly butler inquired.
How could Stacee tell Jeeves that she wanted the chauffeur to satisfy the desires that burned in her loins?
How could she tell the respectful butler that she was desperate for the chauffeur's big, stiff cock? Stacee merely nodded.
"Yes, Jeeves," she said. "Do be a dear and tell him I want to inspect the Rolls before we make our journey in the morning."
"Yes, Miss du Drapeur," Jeeves said. "May I be so nosy as to inquire if you are taking the Concorde as usual?"
"Of course we're taking the Concorde, Jeeves," Stacee said.
Jeeves nodded his greying head and shuffled in the direction of the main door of the du Drapeur mansion.
*****
"You wanted to see me, Miss du Drapeur?" Maximillian inquired.
He stared the svelte heiress up and down.
Maximillian felt his cock twitch in the navy blue slacks of his chauffeur uniform.
He knew what Stacee had come to see in the garage.
And it certainly wasn't the spark plugs of the silver Rolls Royce!
"Yes, I did," Stacee replied. "I wanted to inspect the Rolls for our journey to the airport tomorrow.
Can't have it breaking down as we're rushing to catch the eleven oh-five, can we?"
Maximillian flashed his mistress a sly grin.
"That wouldn't be too good," he agreed.
Stacee checked out the handsome chauffeur's bod.
Maximillian was indeed blessed with one hell of a fine body.
A body that Stacee had used for her personal pleasure many times over the past few months.
Maximillian stood six feet two inches tall.
Years of working out had given his manly physique a mass of bulging muscles.
The shirt he wore strained at the seams from his bulging musculature.
Maximillian hefted ten thick inches of throbbing cockmeat between those meaty thighs of his.
Stacee had tried that slab of fuckmeat on for size many times.
That afternoon she yearned for it once again.
Maximillian noticed that the girl's eyes lingered longer than necessary between his legs.
He saw the barely perceptible intake of breath.
The widening of the eyes.
Stacee felt her love pot steam between her slender legs.
Her nipples grew erect.
Her clitoris throbbed with anticipation.
Maximillian cleared his throat.
"Er.. .shall I show you to the Rolls, miss?" he asked.
Stacee's pretty face grew flush with embarrassment.
She wondered if Maximillian had caught her rather overt gawks between his legs. He, of course, had.
"Ahem, er.. .yes, Max dearie," Stacee said. 'Why don't you show me your.. .er.. .the Rolls."
"Right this way, miss,"
Stacee gazed upon the beefy ass cheeks as Maximillian led the way towards the back of the garage.
She barely noticed the stench of oil and gas as she followed the chauffeur. Stacee only had one thing on her horny mind. Sex!
Raw, savage fuck action! Maximillian would know just how to deal with her.
His strokes were hard and brutal. Maximillian opened the back door of the Rolls Royce.
"Would you like to check out the back seat?" he asked. "I polished the upholstery just this morning."
"Cut the crap, Maxie," Stacee breathed. "You know why I'm here, and it's not to inspect the back seat of the car!"
She batted her eyelashes and pursed her pink lips.
She thrust her hips forward in a suggestive manner.
Maximillian felt the passion rise between his muscular loins.
He was desperate to tear Stacee's Katherine Hammet original from her young limbs.
But he decided to feign ignorance for a few moments.
He blinked, supposedly uncomprehending.
"Why, no, Miss du Drapeur," Maximillian said. "If you aren't here to inspect the Rolls, exactly why have you come to the garage?! "
"Oh, come off it!" Stacee snapped, suddenly impatient.
The mere sight of the bulge between the man's beefy legs turned her hot with lust.
"I'm here to get a quick, brutal fuck!" Stacee exclaimed.
"Miss du Drapeur!" Maximillian gasped.
But his horror and amazement were merely good acting.
He wanted Stacee's cunt as much as she wanted his cock.
Stacee glanced around the garage.
"Quickly!" she hissed. "We don't want my father to stroll around and catch us in the act!"
"That certainly wouldn't do," Maximillian said. "He might want to fire me!"
"Exactly," Stacee said. "And I don't know what
I'd do without knowing your cock was here in the garage waiting for me!"
Although there's always the gardener.. . horny little Stacee thought to herself.
She dismissed all thoughts of Arnie the gardener and his ten inched tool.
Stacee wrapped her arms around Maximillian's thick neck and threw him against the roof of the Rolls Royce.
Maximillian groaned as the girl pursed her lips.
"Kiss me!" Stacee grunted.
Maximillian did as his mistress instructed.
He parted his full-bodied lips and pressed his face close to hers.
Stacee's eyes fluttered shut.
She felt Maximillian's moist lips press against her own.
She felt his tongue wriggle out of his mouth.
Stacee took the spit-soaked tip of Maximillian's tongue into her mouth.
She slurped on the wriggling thing.
Maximillian's strong hands slid over Stacee's shoulder blades.
Her drew the fuck-starved girl closer to his manly body.
Stacee's twat trembled with delight as she felt Maximillian's thick fingers dig into her yearning flesh.
Stacee's firm ass cheeks slid against the Rolls
Royce door.
Maximillian shoved his hips into Stacee's pelvis.
Stacee's eyes lit up with rapture.
She felt the throbbing shaft of horny cockmeat press against the hungry flesh of her pelvis.
Maximillian's cock throbbed in the close confines of his slacks, begging to be released.
His thick tongue explored the moist caverns of Stacee's oral orifice.
Stacee writhed with delight against the silver Rolls Royce as Maximillian slid his tongue in and out of her mouth.
In and out that tongue traveled.
In and out.
In and out.
Maximillian finally tugged his tongue out of Stacee's gasping mouth.
"Enough of that," the big man grunted. "Now it's time for some hot fuck action! Are you ready?"
"You bet!" Stacee exclaimed, wiping a dribble of spit from her chin. "Let's get on the trunk of the car!"
Maximillian suddenly looked pained.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Of course!" Stacee replied, her sexual hunger rising with each second that passed. "We've fucked up there more times than I can count."
"I realize that," Maximillian replied. "But I've just waxed the car."
"So what?! " Stacee wailed. "Come on, you big hunk of manhood! Strip off those slacks and let me see that thick dick!"
"If you insist.. . " Maximillian said, still slightly annoyed.
"What's the matter?" Stacee demanded to know, hands on hips.
"It's just that I don't want to have to wax the car all over again."
"Oh, don't be so lazy!" Stacee said. "That's what my father's paying you thousands of dollars a week to do, isn't' it?"
"Yes, but.. . "
"But what?"
"But it's so difficult to clean up he cunt juices that invariably drip from your twat," Maximillian said.
Stacee snorted.
"Use some elbow grease!" she s d. "If you put as much power into waxing the cars -s you do when you're fucking me, they would all be sparkling."
"But fucking you is more fun than waxing cars," Maximillian replied.
Stacee rolled her eyes and grabbed Maximillian's zipper.
She tugged it down with one swift thrust. Her slender hand quickly slid into he dank depths of Maximillian's fly. "Lemme at that cock!" Stacee groaned, almost drooling in her advanced stage of fuck-starved lust.
Her fingers trembled with delight.
The tips of her slender digits slid across the mushroom-shaped head of Maximillian's dick.
Stacee gripped the cockhead at the base and tugged Maximillian's prick from his uniform slacks.
She fell to her knees on the garage floor.
"Watch out for that grease," Maximillian warned.
"Fuck the grease!" Stacee grunted.
She only had eyes for Maximillian's impressive member.
Stacee stared hungrily at the dick that throbbed inches from her puckered lips.
The blood-engorged head pulsated and throbbed.
A tiny droplet of pre-come oozed out of the piss-slit.
Stacee ran her fingers up and down the thickly-veined shaft.
She delved into the chauffeur's fly with her left hand and pulled his balls.
They tumbled into the fresh summer air, spilling out of his musky slacks.
Stacee's head darted forward.
Her spit-slickened tongue slurped at Maximillian's beefy balls.
Maximillian groaned as the rich girl rolled his nuts in the moist depths of her mouth.
Stacee slurped one hefty nut at a time.
She tugged daintily on the tiny hairs that peppered the balls.
Maximillian thrust his hips forward.
He gripped Stacee's bobbing head and held it firm between his spread thighs.
"Ooh, yeah!" Maximillian grunted. "Suck those balls! Aw, yeah! Roll that tongue around my nuts!"
Maximillian face lit up with delight.
He arched his back as spasms of rapture coursed through his loins.
He dug his fingers into Stacee's head.
He thrust his hips back and forth.
His balls swung through the air.
Stacee groaned as those horse-sized nuts smacked against her high cheeks bones. .
She suddenly tired of slurping the chauffeur's balls.
Stacee spat out Maximillian's left nut.
She set to work on his cock.
Maximillian gasped with increasing passion as Stacee took his cockhead between her soft lips.
The tip of her tongue flickered over the pulsating cock-knob.
Stacee slurped the droplet of pre-come from Maximillian's cockhead.
She hungrily drank down the salty tidbit.
Maximillian forced inch after throbbing inch of cockmeat into Stacee's mouth.
Stacee gagged as the head of Maximillian's cock pressed against the roof of her mouth.
Her eyes rolled in their sockets as he rammed his powerful hips into her face.
Stacee felt the massive cockhead pop past her tonsils and burrow deep down her throat.
Quenching the urge to vomit, Stacee slurped on the meaty member that plunged in and out of her mouth.
In and out of her throat.
"Suck me! Suck me!" Maximillian begged.
And Stacee did.
CHAPTER TWO
While Maximillian and Stacee fucked on the trunk of the silver Rolls Royce, Shaun Marie du Drapeur sat in the lobby of her exclusive health club.
Shaun was a few years older than her sister Stacee.
But she was just as horny. If not more horny!
As Shaun sat amidst the palm trees of the lobby, her limbs firm and tired after an exhausting workout, she gazed hungrily at the beefy studs that swaggered in and out of the club.
Hot young men wearing nothing more than skimpy shorts.
Biceps and pectoral muscles straining their guinea t-shirts.
Shaun ran a moist tongue over her lips.
Sexual desire swelled in her loins.
Her titties tingled in anticipation as the talent wandered by.
Her nipples grew erect with lust.
Shaun received more man one appreciative look from the hot, hung guys that passed.
Shaun, like her sister, was one hell of a good looking chick.
Indeed, the du Drapeur girls had not only been blessed with large bank accounts.
The good Lord had seemed fit to provide them with gorgeous bodies as well.
Shaun's massive breasts bulged from her flimsy pink t-shirt.
Her nipples poked through the material, much to the delight of the brawny hunks swaggering in and out of the health club door.
Shaun had come to the club for one final workout before her vacation to St. Tropez.
Now that she was through with the free weights and nautilus machines, she was ready for a workout of another type.
A sexual workout!
Her pussy muscles longed to be put into action.
Shaun felt her clitoris throb and tingle as she watched a gorgeous specimen of manhood suddenly saunter through the door.
She had seen this particular hunk many times before.
On the stationary bicycles.
On the rowing machine.
Heading towards the locker room.
How Shaun had wished she could enter the sweat-soaked depths of the men's locker room and catch a peek of the guy's meaty fuckshaft as he stripped for the shower!
That, of course, was destined never to be.
But as the hunk turned in Shaun's direction and flashed her a sly grin, Shaun suddenly had the feeling she was going to know the guy more intimately that very day.
Shaun demurely crossed her slender, firm thighs.
She thrust her breasts forward suggestively.
She ran her fingers over the supple mounds of titflesh.
They guy seemed interested.
He stopped in mid-track and sat on the sofa beside her.
Shaun immediately noticed the impressive bulge between the jock's legs. "Hi," she said, sliding her slender fingers over her tits.
She stared deep into the guy's eyes.
Those dark eyes smoldered with lust.
"Hi," the guy grunted.
Oooh, crude and barbarian!
Just how Shaun wanted her men!
The hunk's excitement increased as he watched Shaun run her fingers over her erect nipples.
"What are you up to?" Shaun inquired.
"Nothing much," the guy said. "How about you?"
"Oh, I just finished working out," Shaun replied.
"So I see," the guy replied, staring Shaun's firm limbs up and down. "I like nothing better than a tight young woman."
"I like nothing better than a brawny, well-hung hunk bulging with beefy musculature," Shaun returned.
"Looks like you've got your man," the guy replied, proudly patting his bulging crotch.
Shaun raised her eyebrows.
"Hmm.. . " she said, inspecting the guy's bulge. "And just how well are you, pray tell?"
'Ten thick inches of rock-hard cockmeat," the guy replied.
"You'll do," Shaun said quickly.
They grabbed their gym bags and ran out of the health club faster than one could say lack LaLanne.
*****
"So what's your name, anyway?" Shaun Marie du Drapeur asked her latest sexual exploit.
"Horace," the guy replied.
Shaun was momentarily taken aback.
Many names might have suited the well-hung hunk, but Horace certainly wasn't one of them.
"Oh.. .I see," she said. "My name's Shaun."
"Hi, Shaun," Horace replied with a grin. "Let's fuck."
"Fine with me."
"Where should we do it?"
"How about in my Porche?" Shaun suggested. "It's in the parking lot; I can pull it into an alley."
"Pull your Porche into an alley?! " Horace exclaimed. "You've been going to that health club longer than I imagined!"
Shaun threw back her head and chortled with ladylike laughter.
"I didn't exactly mean pull it into an alley. Drive it into an alley is probably a better term."
"Okay," Horace said with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "Let's go."
Shaun led Horace towards her red Porche.
*****
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! " Stacee begged from the trunk of the silver Rolls Royce.
Maximillian did as be was told.
He straddled Stacee's spread thighs, mounting the girl with the eagerness of a young bull in heat.
He pressed the knob of his throbbing cock against Stacee's pussy lips.
Stacee groaned as the fist-sized cockhead rammed into her twat.
Her cunt lips stretched to allow the amazing girth of the chauffeur's shaft into her private hole of delights.
Maximillian shoved his cock forward.
He grunted as he attempted to burrow every last inch of his prick up the girl's hole.
Stacee lifted her tender butt cheeks from the freshly-waxed trunk of the Rolls Royce.
She swiveled her hips as Maximillian impaled her on the end of his cock.
Stacee wrapped her arms around the man's broad back.
She dug her fingernails into the sweat-covered flesh.
Maximillian sighed with rapture. He loved sharp fingernails gouging the flesh of his back.
Excitement increased in Maximillian's loins as he rammed his cock home.
His balls (the size of goose-eggs, natch) smacked against the sensitive flesh of Stacee's pelvis.
Stacee felt the man filling her hole with his big cock.
She writhed atop the car in ecstatic delight. She wrapped her pussy lips around that meaty cock.
She clamped down on Maximillian's prick with her cunt walls.
Those velvety walls dripped with cunt juices.
As Stacee's excitement increased, sizzling love liquid squirt from her deepest depths.
Slid up her fuck canal.
Caressed the battered flesh of her steaming cunt. WHAM!!
Maximillian rammed his entire cock up Stacee's yearning hole.
Stacee's young body shuddered with fuck-starved lust.
"AARRGGHH!! " the girl wailed. "Love it! Love the feel of that big dick up my cunt!"
Maximillian began to fuck Stacee's cunt.
He attacked her twat with his massive fucklance.
The initial strokes were long and grinding.
Maximillian picked up speed.
His powerful hips whipped back and forth.
His cock plunged into Stacee's juice-soaked depths.
His balls sailed through the air, slapping against the entrance to Stacee's fuck canal. Smack! SMACK!!
SMACK!!
Sweat poured down their bodies.
Perspiration oozed from their pores.
Their bodies squished and squashed as the hot fuck action continued.
Stacee's eyes rolled in their sockets.
That meaty member up her hot chute felt so damn good!
Maximillian gripped Stacee's perky tits with his hands.
He pinched her nipples as hard as he could.
Stacee wriggled with rapture as tiny spasms delightful anguish coursed through the delicate flesh of her nipples.
Those nipples were big.
Those nipples were pink.
Those nipples were erect with lust.
And now Maximillian was pinching those big, pink erect nipples!
Stacee felt a familiar rumbling deep in her twat.
Her clitoris tingled with delight.
Cunt juice poured from her depths and trickled down her pussy lips.
Trickled down her spread thighs.
Her limbs shuddered with rapture as Maximillian impaled her twat with increasing brutality.
Stacee's svelte body jumped and jerked on the Rolls Royce roof.
She clutched Maximillian's broad shoulders and held on for dear life.
Maximillian panted and gasped as he rammed his cock home.
How he loved the girl's tight, juicy twat!
Maximillian's ass cheeks flexed and contracted as he pounded into Stacee's twat;
His gasps of delight filled the air.
Maximillian suddenly felt his time approaching.
His big balls shuddered with pre-orgasmic delight.
"Yes!" Stacee gasped. "Shoot it up me! Shoot those hot wads of jism deep up my cunt!"
"You want it?" Maximillian grunted.
"YES!! YES!! " Stacee wailed like a thing possessed.
Maximillian's hips shuddered. A thick wad of jism suddenly exploded from his meaty shaft.
Stacee shrieked with delight as load after load of creamy come shot up her steaming fuck canal.
Maximillian shot until he was spent.
Then he tugged his satisfied dick out of Stacee's cunt.
Stacee collapsed in a sweaty heap on the Rolls
Royce roof.
"That was great!" she gasped. "Just like last time!"
Maximillian grinned proudly, kneading his deflating cock between his fingers.
"Too bad you're going away for a few weeks," the conceited chauffeur said. "I bet you're going to miss my big dick."
Stacee doubted this very sincerely.
She was hoping to feel thick French dicks up her twat every day of her visit to St. Tropez!
*****
"Would you like to suck my cock?" Horace asked Shaun once the Porche was parked.
"Sure," Shaun replied. "But why don't you slurp my tasty cunt first."
Horace's eyes lit up at the suggestion.
"Strip off those sweats, honey!" he warbled.
Shaun quickly gripped her sweat pants and slid them over her hips.
Horace stared as inch after inch of female flesh was revealed.
"My God!" he gasped. "You're not wearing any panties!"
"Bah!" Shaun spat. "Panties! Who needs 'em?! " Shaun lifted her firm ass cheeks from the car seat and wriggled out of her sweats.
She let them drop to the floor around her ankles.
Shaun thrust her hips towards Horace's flush face.
"How does that look?" she inquired.
Horace gazed hungrily upon the entrance to Shaun's tunnel of delights.
He stared at the freshly-clipped V of kinky pubes.
His fingers slid towards his bulging crotch as he caught sight of the rosy pussy lips poking from the thicket of pubic hairs.
"Looks mighty fine!" Horace said, his voice hoarse with lust. "And I bet it tastes even better!"
"Sure does!" Shaun replied. "Come on, boy! Get that tongue down there!"
Horace's tongue shot out of his mouth.
His head darted between Shaun's spread thighs.
Shaun reached down and gripped her sopping twat lips.
Those flaps of female flesh glistened with fresh lust liquid.
Shaun parted her cunt lips, allowing Horace a peek into her steaming love hole.
Horace's cock throbbed eagerly in the close confines of his jock strap.
His dick begged to be released.
As Horace slid his tongue into Shaun's twat, he reached towards his crotch and tugged his zipper.
He forced the spit-soaked tip of his tongue into Shaun's fuck hole.
He tugged his cock out of his sweats.
Shaun grabbed Horace's head and forced his face into her cunt. , Horace gasped as his mouth was suddenly filled with kinky pubes.
He rolled his tongue into the moist cavern of Shaun's tight lust pot.
Shaun thrust her hips forward.
Horace's nose pressed against the forest of pubic hair.
He drank down the strong scent of woman that drifted from Shaun's twat hairs.
Horace gurgled with glee.
There was only one thing he like better than the smell of hot cunt meat.
The taste of hot cunt meat!
His tongue slickened and wriggled in the dank cavern of Shaun's twat.
Cunt juices rolled down the girl's legs.
Horace's tongue darted out of the tight love hole.
He slurped up the twat juice that trickled down Shaun's spread thighs.
Shaun groaned with lust.
She slid her hips back and forth.
She dug into Horace's neck with her sharp fingernails.
Horace slurped the cunt juices that oozed from Shaun's twat. He suddenly slid his tongue out of her hole. "Christ!" he gasped. "That twat sure tastes great!"
"Of course it does!" Shaun matter-of-factly replied. "And now I want to see how that thick slab of fuckmeat tastes."
Horace glanced down at the meaty member he held in the palm of his hand.
"You mean my cock?" he asked.
Shaun rolled her eyes.
"No, I mean the salami I have in the A & P bag in the back seat."
They exchanged a quick chuckle.
Once the laughter had died, Horace thrust his cock under Shaun's nose.
"Come on," he begged. "I-emme feel those lips around my dick."
"Sure thing!"
Shaun always jumped at the chance to slurp a succulent fucklance.
She parted her full-bodied lips.
Her tongue wriggled out of her mouth.
Horace groaned as Shaun slid the tip of her tongue over his mushroom-shaped prickhead.
He lifted his as from the car seat and rammed his cock deep into Shaun's mouth.
Shaun gasped as the cockhead popped against the back of her mouth.
She gagged as it slid down her throat.
She wrapped her lips around the meaty shaft.
She slid her tongue up and down the length of throbbing fuckmeat.
Shaun held Horace's balls in the sweaty palms of her hands.
Those nuts were so big they spilled over the sides of Shaun's hands.
Horace bucked his hips into Shaun's face.
Shaun gasped and gagged as she took the meaty member time after time down her throat.
Horace's cock glistened with hot spit.
His face was the picture of ecstasy as Shaun worked his tool with her tongue.
That talented tongue whipped back and forth.
Up and down.
Shaun slid the tip of her tongue across the piss-slit that graced the head of Horace's big dick.
She slurped off the pre-come that oozed out of the tiny. slit.
Shaun gobbled it down, desperate for the taste of hot male come.
"There's more where that came from," Horace grunted.
Shaun, of course, knew this biological fact perfectly well.
She had slurped down more wads of jism more times than she could count.
That day, however. Shaun wasn't particularly interested in slurping jism.
She wanted to feel those hot wads of come spurting up her tunnel of lust.
She wanted Horace to fuck her!
Horace would be only too happy to comply with the girl's desires.
Shaun's cunt was hot and tight.
Horace's cock would have a field day between those juice-soaked cunt lips.
Shaun slid her hands around Horace's thrusting hips.
She grabbed the firm flesh of his flexing butt cheeks.
Horace groaned as Shaun quickly tugged on his ass.
His cock slipped out of her mouth.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You were doing a great job down there!"
"I'm sure you'll do an even better job down here," Shaun said, pointing to her yearning cunt hole.
Horace nodded.
"You bet your sweet ass I will!" the fuck-hungry man growled.
Shaun yelped as Horace suddenly grabbed her half-naked body.
He pressed his lips against her mouth.
He slid his tongue between her lips.
He ran his hands up and down the supple flesh of her young tits.
Shaun slid down the seat, cunt juices spitting from her womb.
Horace straddled her wriggling body.
He slid his cock between her spread thighs.
Shaun gasped with delight as she felt the knob of Horace's dick slip closer and closer to her cunt. WHAM!!
Shaun's body shuddered with rapture as Horace impaled her on the end of his rock-hard mantool.
He swiveled his hips, ramming his prick into her hot depths.
Shaun's twat lips stretched to allow the thickly-veined pole into her fuck canal.
Horace's hips rammed against Shaun's pelvis.
His beefy balls slapped her tender flesh.
"Oh, yeah!" Horace grunted. "Feels good! Nice and tight!"
In and out that meaty member slid.
In and out.
In and out.
Shaun's cunt juices greased the pole. Spurt from the sides of her pussy walls. Trickled down her thighs. Shaun clutched tufts of the man's dark hair. She pulled tight, rapture coursing through her veins.
"Shoot it up me!" she wailed. "I gotta feel it!" Stars danced before her eyes as rapture coursed through her limbs. Her loins ached and throbbed. Her clitoris pulsated with delight. She yearned for those hot wads of come! Horace grunted and gasped as his balls bubbled with pre-orgasmic delight.
He threw back his head as a spasm of rapture coursed through his thrusting hips.
Shaun squealed as the first wad of come spurt from Horace's cockshaft.
Load after load of jism emptied deep in her cunt.
Horace pulled his cock out of Shaun's sizzling twat.
The girl's cunt lips snapped together, ruddy and raw.
What a great fuck they had had!
They lay in one another's arms for a few seconds, sweat oozing down their exhausted bodies.
"God, that was great!" Shaun gasped.
"The best you've had?" Horace wanted to know.
"I wouldn't go that far," Shaun replied. "But I certainly did enjoy it. A pleasant way to spend an idle afternoon, if you know what I mean."
Horace was slightly insulted, but he didn't let on.
He considered himself lucky to have had the chance to sample the feminine delights of such a gorgeous young woman.
Horace ran his thick fingers through Shaun's blonde-tipped hair.
"Howzabout you and me getting together for another hot fuck session?" he inquired.
Shaun shook her head and shook his body from her naked flesh.
"I don't think so," she said.
"Aw, come on!" Horace begged. "I couldn't have been that bad!"
"Of course you're not," Shaun replied. "I just said you were pretty good, didn't I?"
"Yes, but.. . "
"But what?"
"But why don't you want a second helping?"
"Because I'm leaving for St. Tropez early tomorrow," Shaun said. "And I want to save my twat for all those sexy French men and their uncut cocks!"
"Oh.. .I see."
CHAPTER THREE
Stacee Antoinette and Shaun Marie du Drapeur gazed at the sparkling Mediterranean Sea.
"It's gorgeous here, isn't it?" Stacee murmured.
"Sure is," Shaun replied. "But boring as hell."
"What do you mean by that?" Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur inquired.
"I mean we haven't been fucked since we landed in Paris," Shaun said.
"But the sun is so bright. The sand is so hot.. . "
Stacee said, trying to convince herself that she was, indeed, enjoying herself immensely.
The truth of the matter was, however, that the du Drapeur sisters found it incredibly difficult to have fun without getting fucked.
"Fuck the sun! Fuck the sand!" Shaun wailed. "I want to see some big French cocks!"
Stacee nudged her sister in the ribs.
"Shh, Shaun!" she hissed. "You don't want anybody to think we're desperate!"
"Well, I'm getting that way!" Shaun said. "And these damn topless beaches! I can't stand them! My nipples feel like they're frizzled to a crisp!"
"Why don't you put some more Ban de Soleil on them," Stacee suggested.
Shaun grabbed the tube of sun tan lotion and shook it into her hand.
A tiny glob oozed from the tube and splattered on her palm.
"So much for that," she said, rolling the lotion on her left nipple.
"You mean you've used the entire tube?! " Stacee asked, incredulous.
"I'm afraid I did," Shaun said, staring down at her sun burnt nipples. "My tits are bigger than yours, don't forget."
"Not by much," Stacee replied.
She got up from the beach towel and wriggled her perky breasts.
They bobbed up and down in the Rivera sunshine. "Quit showing off," Shaun said. Stacee rolled her eyes.
"You really are in a bad mood," she said. "What's the matter?"
"I already told you!" Shaun sighed. "Neither of us have seen a big French cock since we arrived. St. Tropez is boring as shit. I may as well go to the souvenir shop and spend the rest of the afternoon writing post cards in die hotel room."
"There are more interesting things to do in St. Tropez," Stacee said.
"Like what?" Shaun wanted to know.
Stacee sat on the beach towel once again and wrapped a towel around her bronzed breasts.
She popped a pair of black Ray-Bans over her eyes and stared into the cloudless sky.
"Well," Stacee began. "You can shop in the boutiques for a new outfit."
"I brought five suitcases of clothes with me," Shaun complained. "I'm not about to return with six."
"There's the film festival in Cannes, a mere fifteen minutes journey away."
"I hate those arty movies," Shaun said.
"Er.. .there's badminton and ping pong," Stacee suggested.
Shaun stifled a yawn.
"Not for me," she said. "There's only one sport
I enjoy."
"And what sport is that?" Stacee wanted to know. "Fucking!" Shaun exclaimed. She suddenly grabbed Stacee's arm. "Ow!" Stacee wailed, wincing. "That hurts."
"Sorry," Shaun said with a whisper. "But take a look at that hunk over there."
"Where?"
"Over by the champagne and caviar stand."
(The lush beaches of St. Tropez didn't have tacky hot dog and soda stands.)
Stacee struggled up on her elbows and pushed her sunglasses over her head like Mario Thomas.
Her heart skipped a beat as she stared in the direction Shaun pointed.
Standing in nothing but a skimpy Speedo was one of the finest specimens of manhood the du Drapeur sisters had ever laid eyes upon.
"Oh, my God!" Stacee gasped. "Look at that chest! Look at those arms! Look at that.. .that.. . "
Words could not express the gargantuan bulge that strained the polyester of the hunk's bathing suit.
"He must be hung like a horse!" Shaun gasped.
"He's mine!" Stacee immediately wailed.
"I saw him first!" Shaun protested. "You can have the guy he's with."
Stacee gazed in the direction of the stranger's friend.
His bulge was perhaps not as big as the first man's, but it was impressive nevertheless.
Both French men stood six feet tall.
Their brawny bodies were tanned a deep bronze shade.
Both sported unruly shocks of curly black hair.
Stacee and Shaun felt their clitties tingle in anticipation as they stared the hunks up and down.
Shaun immediately wriggled on the beach towel beside Stacee, displaying her tits for the viewing pleasure of both men.
"Don't you think we should go over there and get acquainted?" Stacee asked.
"There's no need to," Shaun replied. "They've seen us and are making a bee-line in our direction! Take off those sunglasses!"
"You bet!"
Stacee flung the sunglasses to the sand.
They heard footsteps approaching them over the cries of the seagulls.
"Bonjour.'V called a deep voice.
Stacee and Shaun whirled around to face the two French hunks.
Their eyes hungrily stared at the girls' bared tits.
"Hi," Stacee breathed, batting her eyelids suggestively.
Shaun thrust her sun burnt nipples in their direction.
The du Drapeur sisters watched with excitement as the men's cocks twitched hungrily in their skimpy bathing suits.
"Comment vous appelez wits?" asked the hunk Shaun lusted for.
Stacee grabbed for her French dictionary and began leafing through.
"Nous ne sommes pas Francaise" Shaun quickly explained.
Stacee let the dictionary drop to the beach towel.
She had forgotten Shaun had had a French tutor as a child. (Stacee had had a Russian tutor.)
"Ah!" the man said, nudging his buddy. "D'ou venez vous? Des Etats Unis?"
"Ouf Shaun replied. "Nous sommesAmericanes. Mais notre pere est Francois."
"Ah, je vois maintenantr the man said. "Que vous parlez tres Men le FraneaisF
"Merer Shaun said, bowing her head with modesty.
"Est-ce que vous etes soeurs?" the second French hunk asked.
"Mais ouir Shaun replied. "Moi, je m'appelle Shaun. Et void Stacee."
"Enchantee," the two French men said in unison.
"Oooh!" Stacee whispered to Shaun. "That sexy French accent is getting my pussy juices flowing! What are they saying?"
"I'm not quite sure," Shaun hissed. "Just smile and nod and keep showing those tits. We'll have the bathing suits off these studs in no time flat!"
"Est-ce que vous et votre soeur voudriez aller avec nous?" the first man asked.
"Et exactement ou voudriez vous et votre ami aller?" Shaun asked. "Je ne saispas votre nom!"
"Excusez moi," the man said, slightly embarrassed.
"Moi, je suis Pierre," his friend said.
"Et je m'appelle Luc," Luc added.
Enchantees were exchanged all around.
Stacee continued to smile and nod and thrust her tits suggestively in the hot Rivera air.
"Nous voudrions aller au pique-nique," Luc explained. "Voudriez vous y aller?"
"Mais oui!" Shaun exclaimed. "Est-ce que vous avez du pan?"
"Oui."
"Du fromage?"
"Mais bien sur! Et du lait.. .mais si vouspreferiez quelque chose en plus-"
"Ca c'est tres bien" Shaun replied. "Est-ce que vous allez toute de suite?"
"Certainment! Mais, si vous preferiez aller en retard.. . " Luc said.
Shaun shook her head violently.
"Non, non, non! Nous voudrions allez mainten-ant."
"Tres bien," Pierre said with a nod. "Allons-y."
"Oui," Shaun said, getting up from the towel. "Nous y allons toute de suite! Nous adorons les pique-niques!"
"J'espere que vous adoriez plus que ca," Luc said with a gleam in his eye.
He stared at Shaun's exposed breasts with excitement.
"Mais bien sur!" Shaun gasped. "What on earth is going on?" Stacee demanded to know.
"They're taking us on a picnic," Shaun whispered.
"A picnic?" Stacee mused. "So that's what the French call it! How quaint!"
She slipped her arm around Pierre's trim waist.
"My, but you're cute!" Stacee giggled, her eyes sweeping over his massive torso.
"You're hot stuff yourself," Pierre said with the merest trace of a French accent.
Shaun's jaw dropped.
"You mean you can speak English?! " she gasped.
"Of course we can," Luc replied, caressing Shaun's bare shoulder. "Now cover up those gorgeous tits before they get more sunburnt. And let's be on our way.. . "
*****
The pan et frontage had been gobbled down.
Much lait had been drank.
Stacee and Shaun were ready for hot fuck action.
Luckily, so were Luc and Pierre.
"Goodness, that cheese was tasty!" Stacee said.
Luc and Pierre grinned at one another.
"The most expensive goat's cheese around," Pierre said.
Stacee's face suddenly fell.
"I.. er.. .see," she said as her stomach churned.
Shaun suddenly wrapped her arms around Luc's broad shoulders.
"So what do two well-hung hunks like you do for after-snack entertainment?" Shaun breathed into Luc's ear.
A horny grin creased Luc's dark face.
"The same thing two gorgeous sluts like you and your sister do," Luc whispered back.
"Should we leave Stacee and Pierre to decide that on their own?" Shaun suggest.
"Very good suggestion," Luc replied.
Shaun gasped as he slid the tip of his finger into her bathing suit.
She wriggled with delight as that thick digit slid into her moist, dank buttcrack.
Shaun's pussy grew hot with lust.
Her nipples poked hungrily under the flimsy bathing suit top.
Shaun slowly got to her feet.
Luc's finger slipped out of her buttcrack.
"Where are you going?" Stacee asked.
"Er.. .to forage for wild nuts and berries," Shaun replied on the spur of the moment.
She winked at Stacee.
Luc winked at Pierre.
"The only berries around here are cherries, I suppose," Stacee said with eyebrows raised.
Shaun's face grew pink.
"Very humorous."
She picked up the picnic basket and linked her arm through Luc's.
"See you two later," Shaun warbled.
She skipped into the forest, picnic basket waving, Luc at her side.
The moment her sister disappeared into the trees, Stacee lunged for Pierre's crotch.
Pierre moaned with delight as Stacee ran her fingers up and down his limp shaft.
"I hope they'll be gone for a long time," Stacee gasped. "I've been waiting all afternoon to take advantage of you and your big, uncut dick!"
"And my big, uncut dick wants to take advantage of you, too!" Pierre said.
Stacee grinned.
Pierre cock twitched and groaned under the expertise of Stacee's touch.
Stacee grabbed the elastic band of the French hunk's bathing suit.
She tugged it from his waist.
Pierre's fully-erect member popped into the fresh forest air.
Stacee's head darted forward.
"I've got to suck this meaty thing!" she gasped.
She stared in delight as the massive member standing proudly at attention between Pierre's bronze thighs.
Stacee delicately pulled the foreskin to reveal the cockhead.
The head was almost as big as the girl's fist. Pumped full of blood. Purplish in hue.
Stacee detected a milky droplet of pre-come that oozed out of the tiny piss slit.
She gazed eagerly at Pierre's thick shaft.
Tiny blue veins crisscrossed the three-inch wide shaft.
Stacee ran the tip of her finger up and down the throbbing prick.
She stared hungrily at the balls that hung under the base of Pierre's cock.
Her clitoris tingled with sexual anticipation.
Those egg-sized nuts looked filled to the brim with jism.
Stacee couldn't wait to suck that cock.
She would wait to run her tongue over the wrinkled scrotum.
She couldn't wait to feel that gargantuan fuck-lance slide up her horny hole.
"Let me see your twat before you start servicing my dick," Pierre suggested.
Stacee wasn't about to say no.
Quick as a flash, she stripped the bathing suit from her slender form.
Pierre watched with increasing excitement as Stacee's body was revealed before his fuck-hungry eyes.
Those deep-set eyes smoldered with lust.
Pierre stared at the thicket of kinky pubes that graced the young girl's pelvis.
He noticed two pink pussy lips poking out of the forest of pubic hairs.
Pierre felt passion rise in his loins.
His stiff prick trembled with lust.
He stared at Stacee's young, tan tits.
He rolled his tongue over his full-bodied lips.
"Come here, bitch!" Pierre suddenly growled.
Stacee yelped as Pierre pulled her naked body towards his own.
She shuddered with rapture as he pressed his lips against her mouth.
Pierre slipped his tongue between Stacee's lips.
He explored the cavern of her mouth, his tongue flickering back and forth.
Stacee's limbs fluttered as the passion increased between her slender thighs.
Her clitoris throbbed with fuck-starved delight. -
Stacee's hand slipped southwards and, as Pierre continued the french kiss, she fiddled with her clitoris.
She whipped the tip of her index finger back and forth over the pink knob.
Spasms of rapture coursed through her loins.
Stacee gasped and groaned.
Spittle trickled from her mouth.
Cunt juices rolled down her thighs.
Pierre's fingers slid from the girl's slender shoulders.
His hands traveled towards her supple tit flesh.
Pierre grabbed both tits, loving the feel of the erect nipples as they pressed into his sweaty palms.
Stacee grabbed at Pierre's cock.
The horny French hunk groaned as Stacee found Pierre's shaft.
She wrapped her slim fingers around the massive base.
Her fingernails tickled the sensitive flesh below the thicket of pubes that graced the cock at the base. She slid her fingers towards Pierre's beefy balls. Pierre shuddered as the girl tugged his balls. He tugged his tongue out of her mouth. "Aw, yeah!" the stud gasped. "That feels so good!"
Stacee grinned down at the man's cock.
"I can see by your hard on that you're enjoying everything I'm doing to you," she said.
"I most certainly am!" Pierre said. "But I think I would like it even more if you would suck me off."
"Suck you off?! "
Stacee's face fell.
She certainly didn't mind giving blow jobs, but she didn't want Pierre to shoot his wad down her throat.
She wanted that hot jism deep up her cunt!
"What's the matter?' Pierre asked. "Don't you like sucking men off?"
"Well, I certainly enjoy sucking cock better than shopping at Bergdorf Goodmans," Stacee said. "But I'd rather just give you a few quick slurps before you ram it up my fuckhole."
Mild surprise passed Pierre's face.
"But of course!" he said. "What else would we do?"
Realizing suddenly that a slight error in translation had occurred, Stacee's face lit up once again.
"In that case," die fuck-starved girl said. "I'll pucker up immediately!"
She got on her hands and knees between Pierre's spread thighs.
Stacee's tongue wriggled out of her mouth.
She took the massive cockhead into her spit-filled depths.
She slid her tongue up and down die shaft, lingering on the thick veined that graced the underbelly of the shaft.
The tip of Stacee's tongue whipped back and forth over Pierre's cock. Pierre slowly thrust his hips forward.
Stacee gasped as the cockhead pressed against the back of her mouth. Pierre shoved his hips into the girl's pretty face. POP!
His cockhead plunged down her throat.
Pierre grabbed Stacee's head as he lodged his cock down her throat.
He pumped his hips with powerful strokes into her face.
Stacee gasped and gargled as the prick plunged further and further down her mouth.
She grabbed the balls that smacked against her chin and gave them a quick tug.
"AARRGGH!! " Pierre wailed.
Pain and pleasure were one in the same as Stacee tugged his nuts.
Pierre suddenly pulled his cock out of Stacee's mouth.
"Let's fuck!" he gasped, unable to control himself much longer.
Stacee fell to the picnic blanket, her legs spread as wide as biology would allow.
Pierre grappled his cock with his right hand.
He straddled the girl's hips.
His cockhead slid into the glistening pink valley between Stacee's pussy lips.
That tight fuck canal stretched to allow the meaty member entrance to her tunnel of delights.
Pierre took a deep breath.
His lungs filled with air.
His chest grew large, his pectoral muscles bulging.
Stacee clutched clumps of dirt for support. As well built as the French hunk was, Stacee knew she was embarking on the ride of her life. WHAM!!
Stacee's eyes bulged in their sockets as the tender tissues of her twat were attacked by Pierre's raging member.
Pierre burrowed his cock up to the hilt in the girl's squelching cunt.
Pierre pumped his prick up Stacee's twat.
Her squeals of delight rose in the summer air.
Pierre grunted and groaned as he rammed his cock home.
In and out that meaty member flew.
In and out.
In and out.
Stacee's young body jerked across the grass. Pierre increased the strength and brutality of his thrusts.
Stacee gripped that plummeting shaft with her strong cunt muscles.
The juice-soaked pussy walls pressed against the throbbing member.
Pierre pounded home like a wild animal in heat.
"I'm going to come!" he suddenly gasped. "I'm going to shoot my wad!"
The words were magic to Stacee's ears. "Yes! Yes!" the girl gasped. "Dump it in me! Let me feel that hot come!" SQUIRT!!
Pierre's uncut dick exploded deep up Stacee's squelching lust pot.
Loads of creamy jism squirt from his fist-sized cockhead.
Coursed through her fuck canal.
Flooded her tunnel of delights.
Pierre shot every ounce of jism bubbling in his balls.
He swiftly tugged his cock out of Stacee's steaming fuckhole.
They collapsed in one another's arms, panting and gasping.
Beads of sweat trickled down their bodies.
Pierre wiped his brow and stared deeply into Stacee's eyes.
"Did you like that, my little lamb?" he asked.
Stacee nodded eagerly.
"I sure did!" she said.
"How long will you be in St. Tropez?' Pierre wanted to know.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Stacee retorted.
Pierre was slightly taken aback.
"Why, I thought we might be able to get together for another hot fuck session," he said.
"Fuck that shit!" Stacee said. "I'm here to have fun, not get married."
"I see."
Pierre slid his exhausted body off Stacee's battered bones.
"And your sister feels the same way?" he asked.
Stacee shrugged.
"Probably," she replied finally.
"Le pauvre Luc," Pierre muttered under his breath.
CHAPTER FOUR
The moment Shaun and Luc entered the thicket of trees, Shaun grabbed the French guy's beefy ass cheeks.
Luc turned around to face the fuck-starved girl.
A horny grin spread across his full-bodied lips as he gazed upon Shaun's flush face.
"Ooh!" Shaun grunted. "I love the feel of firm butt cheeks!"
"I'm sure you do," Luc replied.
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it," Shaun replied.
Luc nodded his handsome head. Shaun gripped those butt-cheeks as firmly as she could.
She ran her fingers up and down the muscle-filled slopes.
Luc's brawny body shuddered with rapture as Shaun groped and touched the tender flesh of his beefy butt cheeks.
"How about if I slip out of my bathing suit?" Luc suggested.
"Sounds great to me!" Shaun replied.
She relinquished her firm grip on the French hunk's butt.
She noticed the movement in the crotch of Luc's bathing suit.
That cock twitched and unfurled, begging to be released from the close confines.
Luc grabbed the elastic band of his trim black Speedos.
Shaun watched with increasing excitement as Luc pulled his bathing suit over his hips.
His stiff cock sprang into view, bobbing up and down in the air like a huge pink billyclub.
Shaun's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights.
"My!" she gasped. "You're just as hung as I had hoped!"
Luc thrust his hips forward proudly.
He wrapped his fingers around the base of his throbbing shaft.
"Yes, I really haul a heavy load between my legs," Luc said.
Shaun was slightly surprised the French hunk knew this American colloquialism.
But she didn't say anything.
She just stared with horny heat at the pulsating fuck tool.
Her nipples grew erect.
Her pussy heated with lust.
Cunt juices began to flow from her deepest depths.
Shaun ran her fingers down her thighs.
"Oooh!" she moaned. "I've got to strip off my bathing suit this very second!"
Luc grunted with anticipation.
"Go right ahead," he said. "That's just what I want to see!"
"Have you ever had an American girl before?" Shaun wondered.
"No," Luc replied, the horny grin still stretching his lips. "But I bet I'm about to have one now!"
Shaun quickly slid the bikini straps over her shoulders.
Her boobs popped into view. Luc pumped his cock as he stared at Shaun's impressive mounds of titflesh. He had seen them before on the topless beach, but seeing them in private turned him on immensely.
He knew they were going to be his and his alone. (At least for that afternoon.)
Shaun wriggled out of her bikini bottoms.
They slid down her freshly-shaved thighs and collected at her ankles.
Shaun kicked them into the bushes.
She stood stark naked before Luc, displaying her maidenly delights as if they were on sale at a county fair.
Shaun thrust her breasts under Luc's nose.
She ground her pelvis into his hips.
The French hunk's meaty member smacked against the tender flesh of Shaun's inner thighs.
Shaun groaned as the thick slab of fuckmeat slapped her pink flesh.
She wrapped her arms around Luc's thick neck and pulled him close.
Her massive tits squashed against the guy's bulging chest.
Luc's pursed lips darted towards Shaun's mouth.
He slid his tongue into the spit-soaked cave of the horny girl's mouth.
Shaun, of course, eagerly took that tongue past her lips.
The tip of Luc's tongue explored Shaun's mouth. Luc's sweaty palms slid down Shaun's back. Inched closer and closer to her shapely butt-cheeks.
Luc took a handful of supple, creamy butt flesh.
Shaun shuddered with delight as those thick fingers caressed her butt cheeks.
She hungrily wrapped her lips around Luc's plunging tongue.
Shaun dug her fingernails in the flesh of the man's broad back.
Luc shuddered as tiny spasms of delight coursed through his flesh.
Shaun suddenly jerked her head back.
Luc tongue wriggled in mid-air, a dribble of spit trickling down his chin.
"Let's fuck," Shaun gasped.
Luc looked around, blinking.
"Here?" he asked. "In the middle of the forest?"
"Where else?" Shaun asked with a shrug.
Luc didn't seem to thrilled with the idea.
"I'm used to less.. .primitive sex sessions," he said.
"Oh, you French men are always so prissy!" Shaun said.
"I thought you never had a French man before," Luc replied.
"I haven't," Shaun admitted. "But I've seen all the hotel employees, and they seem rather feminine to me."
"Most of them are gay," Luc said.
"You're not, are you?" Shaun asked anxiously.
"Of course not," Luc said. "I'm all man."
"If you're all man, you'll fuck me in the grass!" Shaun exclaimed.
She swiftly sank to the ground and spread her legs, the tiny shoots of green grass her only pillow.
"Come on," Shaun urged. "Let's see you in action, you well-hung stud!"
Luc's slight reluctance soon disappeared as he stared down at Shaun's naked body.
The girl's massive breast spilled across her chest.
Her nipples were pink and erect.
Shaun's twat lips poked from the thicket of kinky pubes that graced her pelvis.
She picked her ass from the grass and thrust her cunt in Luc's direction.
She offered her twat to the well-hung stud for his pleasure.
Luc slid his foreskin over his bulbous cockhead. The knob of his dick glistened with pre-come. His cock was an angry pink hue. Shaun liked the look of that angry prick. She suspected she would like the feel of it up her twat even more. How right she was!
Luc quickly got to his knees in the grass, one beefy leg on either side of Shaun's spread thighs.
His low-hanging balls rolled across the tender flesh of the girl's inner thighs.
Shaun's eyes fluttered shut as she prepared to be impaled on the end of the massive member.
Her young limbs trembled with fuck-starved anticipation.
Shaun hadn't been laid since she had picked up a steward on the Concorde during their flight to Paris.
She was ready, as usual, for more brutal fuck action.
Luc slid his body over her hips.
His beefy butt cheeks slid up her inner thighs.
Shaun groaned as Luc pressed the knob of his cock into her pussy lips.
Those juice-soaked twat flaps stretched to allow the invader into the girl's tunnel of lust.
Luc pressed his hips forward.
Shaun grabbed the man's chest and clung to his chest hairs for dear life as inch after throbbing inch of cockmeat invaded her tender fuck hole.
Luc grunted as he forced his cock between those pussy lips.
"Sacre bleu!" Luc wailed. "What a tight cunt!"
Shaun's cunt lips wrapped around the meaty member as it slid up her hole.
Luc felt those velvety walls clamp around the thickly-veined flesh of his member.
He suddenly rammed his entire cock home.
POW!
Shaun wailed with lusty heat as Luc's cock plunged into her cunt canal. His stiff schlong scraped against her twat walls.
Spasms of rapture coursed through her loins.
Luc groaned with delight as Shaun's powerful cunt walls locked his dick in a vice-like grip.
Her slick cunt walls flexed and contracted as the meaty dick slid towards her womb.
Luc buried his cock up to the hilt in the girl's squelching twat.
"Pump it up me hard!" Shaun begged. "Ram that stiff shaft up my hungry hole!"
Luc did as he was told.
His hips shot back and forth with incredible speed.
Incredible strength. Incredible brutality.
Shaun's young body jerked and jumped across the grass with each brutal stroke of Luc's massive fuck lance.
Luc rammed his cock home, his muscular body trembling with excitement.
Luc's eyes rolled in their sockets as he felt Shaun's twat lips clamp down upon his plunging shaft.
Time after time his beefy schlong shot forward.
He ravaged Shaun's tender fuck meat with the savagery of a young bull.
He plowed Shaun's fertile fuck fields.
Shaun parted her lips and spread her legs.
Gasps of delight rose from her lips.
Squishing noises rose from her twat.
Luc's body rose and fell as he rammed his cock up to the hilt in hot cunt flesh.
Shaun gouged the hunk's back with her fingernails.
"Yes! Yes!" she wailed. "I love it! Do it harder! Harder!! "
Luc increased the speed and force of his thrusts.
His young ass was a mere blur of bronzed flesh as he attacked Shaun's yearning fuckhole.
Luc grabbed Shaun's bouncing tits as he rammed his cock home.
He ran his fingertips around the erect nipples.
He clutched the supple titmeat that bobbed and bounced as he rammed up the girl's cunt.
Shaun loved the feel of those thick fingers caressing her tender titties.
Luc's head darted between Shaun's massive breasts.
His tongue slipped from his mouth.
He ran his tongue up and down the valley of salty flesh nestled between Shaun's mounds of titflesh.
Luc slurped and sucked succulent breast flesh as he pounded his cock up the girl's twat.
Shaun's tunnel of lust sizzled and burned as Luc rammed home.
Her clitoris throbbed and pulsated with rapture.
Luc's young hips rammed against Shaun's pelvic bone time and time again.
The excitement increased in his loins.
His hefty balls slapped against Shaun's inner thighs.
Wrinkled sacs filled to the brim with hot jism. Jism that would soon spurt into Shaun's tight twat.
Luc felt pressure build in his loins.
His entire body tensed.
His muscles grew taut.
His ass cheeks grew hard as rock.
Luc strained to keep the jism in his balls.
But that twat was too tight.
Too hot.
He was going to shoot his wad. No force on earth could keep those thick streams of jism within the scrotal sacs. Luc arched his back.
His cock disappeared between Shaun's glistening pussy lips.
Shaun could feel the urgency in his thrusts. She heard the gasps of breath as Luc tried to keep his jism in his balls. She knew his time was fast approaching. Shaun couldn't wait!
She wanted to feel those hot wads of come spurting deep up her hole.
Flooding her fuck canal.
"AARRGHH!" Luc suddenly wailed.
It was an expression much in vogue at the time with French men who were on the verge of shooting their wads.
Shaun held tight to Luc's sweat-drenched back and prepared for the deluge.
Luc pounded his stiff schlong one final time up Shaun's cunt.
Shaun gasped as the cockhead rammed against the tender tissues of her tunnel.
She moaned as the massive cockhead popped against her very wombs.
Shaun's limbs trembled with orgasmic delight.
Hot streams of lust liquid spurt from her depths and flooded her fuck canal.
Luc's limbs shuddered as his cock suddenly exploded deep up Shaun's twat.
Hot streams of jism spurt from his blood-engorged cockhead.
"Yeah!! " Shaun wailed, her head waving from side to side in the grass.
Luc shot his wad up the girl's hungry twat.
Shaun's pussy eagerly drank down the hot wads of come.
She languished in the grass, her face flush, her limbs throbbing.
How she loved to get fucked!
Luc finally shot the last of his wad.
He pulled his satisfied member out of Shaun's steaming twat.
The exhausted hunk collapsed atop Shaun's sweat-covered body.
They lay in one another's arms for a few seconds, beads of perspiration trickling down their bodies.
Luc buried his head in Shaun's cleavage.
He lay there with his nose burrowed in the valley between the girl's meaty tits.
He loved the gentle rise and fall of the massive mounds as Shaun struggled to regain her breath.
Finally, Luc lifted his face from Shaun's creamy tits.
"Zut alorsr he gasped. "I certainly did enjoy that! How about you?"
Shaun reached for the picnic basket and pulled out an emory board.
She stifled a yawn and ran the emory board over the nail of her left finger nails.
"It was all right," she said with a shrug. "I've had better."
Luc stared, his eyes almost bulging from their sockets.
"You've had better?! " he gasped.
Shaun nodded matter-of-factly.
"I had this porter in Port Authority once," she said. "Six foot five black man. What a cock he had! Reamed my tight hole like there was no tomorrow. Now that's what I call a good fuck!"
"And that's what I call rude," Luc retorted sharply.
Shaun glanced in the direction of Luc's limp member.
It flopped lazily over his left thigh.
"I don't know why everybody harps on about the sexiness of French men," she said. "I found that fuck decidedly middle of the road."
Luc hurled a stream of French obscenities in the girl's direction.
How dare she insult the lovemaking techniques of one of France's finest hunks!
Shaun continued filing her fingernails.
Luc grabbed his Speedo and slipped it over his hips.
His face was pink with rage and embarrassment. "Well, I'm going back to Pierre and Stacee," he said.
Shaun looked up once again.
"I thought we were going to forage for wild nuts and berries," she said.
"I just want to get back to my hotel room," Luc snapped. "Never before have I had the insult like I have had today."
Shaun once again shrugged her shoulders.
"Who knows," she said. "A few years of practice and you might be better."
Luc stormed off through the trees.
Fuming.
"Your English accent sucks, too," Shaun called after him.
The strain of obscenities continued anew, echoing through the tree boughs. A sly smiled creased Shaun's lips.
The truth of the matter was that she had enjoyed the French man's fuck immensely.
But she suspected that Luc was very conceited.
A little humility wouldn't do him any harm.
Shaun tossed the emory board into the picnic basket and reached for her bikini bottom.
I suppose I better get dressed and see what Stacee's up to, she thought to herself. I hope she's through fucking that other guy.. .
*****
Pierre had decided to fuck Stacee once again.
He suddenly drilled his cock up the girl's twat with such force that Stacee screamed and begged for more.
"I love it!! I love it!! " the girl wailed.
She hiked her ass cheeks from the dirt.
She bucked her hips into his balls.
Pierre rammed his cock up Stacee's hungry twat with increasing severity.
He attacked the girl's tunnel of delights with short, brutal strokes.
His balls sailed through the air.
Smacked against Stacee's tender flesh.
Stacee's tiny clitoris throbbed and pulsated like a mini-cock.
Spasms of rapture shook her limbs.
Her very fingertips trembled with fuck-hungry delight.
How she loved the feel of that rock-hard member pounding deep into her depths!
Pierre gasped as he felt the girl's twat walls grip his stiff shaft.
Stacee put her cunt muscles into work.
She gripped and groped that plunging cock with her powerful cunt walls.
Those twat walls glistened with love juice.
Jism from Pierre first orgasm still lined those velvety walls.
His cock grew slick with old come and new twat juice.
In and out Pierre's massive member traveled. In and out. In and out.
The girl reached down and grabbed her titties.
She wrapped her fingers around the pink nipples that stood erect on her perky breasts.
Pierre's balls trembled as the second orgasm quickly approached.
"Here I come!" the well-hung hunk gasped. "I'm going to shoot my wad!"
"YES!! ! " Stacee wailed. "Shoot it up! Shoot it up my hungry twat!"
Pierre's cock suddenly erupted deep up Stacee's steaming twat.
Stacee shrieked with delight as the man's jism exploded up her twat.
Pierre's muscular body shuddered and shook as come spurt from his piss slit.
He suddenly tugged his cock out of Stacee's twat.
Streams of hot come sailed through the air.
Splattered in thick globs on Stacee's massive breasts.
Stacee quickly scooped up the jism on her tits. She slid her sopping fingers into her mouth. The fuck-starved girl slurped hot come from her fingertips.
Stacee gurgled with glee as she gulped down Pierre's come.
"Mmmmm!" she hummed. "Tasty! Better than goat's cheese any day!"
Her tongue darted from her mouth and slurped up a tasty droplet of come that trickled down her chin.
Pierre was slipping his limp dick into his bathing suit when Luc suddenly stormed into the clearing.
Stacee, showing more modesty than was usual, demurely slipped her bikini bottoms over her hips.
"Hi, Luc!" Stacee giggled with a friendly wave of the hand. Luc glared at her with a snarl. Stacee was rather taken aback. She quickly slipped her bikini top over her breasts.
"Qu'est-ce c'est passe?" Pierre asked his buddy. Thereafter followed a stream of French obscenities that would have made Marie Currie blush. Stacee stared.
"What is it?" she demanded of Pierre. "What's he screaming about? Where's my sister?"
Pierre threw back his head and guffawed with harsh laughter as Luc finished his story.
Wiping tears of delight from his eyes, Pierre turned to Stacee and said, "Your sister, she has given Luc the worst insult for any French man."
"And just what is that?" Stacee asked, intrigued.
"She has said to him that she has had many better lovers than him," Pierre explained.
Stacee looked at the impressive bulge straining Luc's Speedo and wondered how that could have been possible.
"I suppose she was only putting you on, Luc," Stacee said, getting up and patting the French hunk on the shoulder.
Luc's scowl immediately disappeared.
"Vous croyez que oui?" he asked.
Stacee shook her head.
"I don't understand French," she said.
"I mean, how you say, you really think so?" Luc asked.
Stacee nodded.
"Shaun's like that," she said. "She probably didn't want you to get a big head.. . "
She glanced once again at the impressive bulge between Luc's thighs.
"And.. .er.. .it seems like you've already got quite a large head as it is."
The joke lost in translation, and the two French men stared blankly at Stacee.
Stacee shrugged.
"Oh, well," she said. "I'll never get a job as a comedienne in Paris.. . "
CHAPTER FIVE
Stacee Antoinette du Drapeur and Shaun Marie du Drapeur lounged under the umbrella at one of St. Tropez's most exclusive sidewalk cafes.
Their twats still burned from the brutal fuck action they had experienced earlier that day.
"My God!" Stacee gasped, sipping her Perrier. "I'd never been fucked so hard in my life! That well-hung hunk was so much fun!"
"Yes, I must admit I really did enjoy Luc's thick ten incher.. .no matter what I told him," Shaun said.
Stacee giggled, rolling the straw around her brightly-painted lips.
"That was so funny!" she said. "You should have heard him screaming to Pierre when he barged out of the forest. I thought he was going to get violent!"
Shaun shrugged, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"That's what happens when you insult a Frenchman's sexual prowess," Shaun replied.
"You must have your little fun, mustn't you?" Stacee said with a chortle.
"Yes," Shaun admitted. "You know me!"
Stacee decided to switch the subject.
"I hear the Tour de France is passing through St. Tropez tomorrow," she said. "Perhaps we should go to check some of those gorgeous cyclists! Mmmmmm! I like nothing better than a pair of well-built thighs."
"I don't mind well-built thighs," Shaun said. "As long as they have ten thick inches of cockmeat dangling between them."
"Oh, you nympho!" Stacee said, giggling into her fingers.
Shaun rolled her eyes to the cloudless Riviera sky.
"You're just as. bad as I am," Shaun retorted. "Always dropping your panties and spreading your legs for a quick, brutal fuck any chance you get."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Stacee said. "I don't even wear panties!"
"So that's what those strange stains are on your jeans!"
. The sisters shared a quick chuckle.
Shaun gulped down the last of her Evian.
She rolled an ice cube in her mouth, wishing it were the thick, spongy cockhead of a well-hung stud.
"Isn't is unusual for the Tour de France to pass through St. Tropez?" she suddenly asked.
Stacee shrugged her dainty shoulders.
"You're right," she said. "They usually pass north of the Riviera."
"Hmmm.. . . " Shaun hummed. "Perhaps those hunky cyclists knew we were in town!"
Stacee threw back her head and tittered with ladylike laughter.
"In that case," she said. "We can't disappoint them!"
Shaun thought for a few seconds.
"Do you think they'll mind losing their position in the race for a quick fuck on the sidelines?" she asked.
"Only time will tell.. . "
Stacee gulped down her Perrier.
"Let's go," she said. "These waiters are ugly. I want some brutal fuck action and I want it NOW!"
Shaun looked at her sister.
"You mean the porter who carried our bags?" she inquired.
Stacee nodded her head.
"Who else?" she asked. "He had a bulge as big as a grapefruit in those cute navy slacks of his!"
"And I wouldn't mind taking the manager behind the desk," Shaun decided on the spur of the moment.
They got up from the table, their clitties tingling in anticipation.
*****
The next day, Stacee and Shaun donned skin-tight cycling outfits (Peugot, of course) and headed towards the stretch of highway through which the Tour de France would pass.
"It's so exciting!" Stacee bubbled to the (extremely cute) taxi driver. "I've never seen the Tour de France before."
The cab driver adjusted his rear-view mirror to get a better look of the girls' tits.
The tight cycling shirts accentuated the rise and fall of their supple mounds of titflesh.
He ran a moist tongue over his lips as he stared at the nipples that poked through the brightly-colored
"Moi, je pense que.. . " he began.
"Excuse me," Shaun said. "But my sister doesn't speak French. She only speaks English and German."
The taxi driver took a quickly look at Shaun's shapely thighs stretched into a pair of cycling shorts black with red stripes down the sides.
"Sorry," he said with a thick Gallic accent. "I was just going to say that it's not too exciting for St. Tropez."
"In what manner?" Shaun inquired.
The taxi driver's handsome face crinkled with distaste.
"St. Tropez is an exclusive resort," he said. "Not for the riff-raff from the gutter that sporting events attract!"
"Oh, I can assure you the crowd will be much more high-class than the hooligans that attend soccer matches," Stacee said.
"I certainly hope so," the taxi driver said, pulling the car to the side of the highway.
He glanced at the crowds that lined the road.
"I told you!" Stacee gasped. "Look! That woman over there is wearing a Chanel original!"
The taxi driver had to admit the American girl had been right.
The crowds lining the road near the TOUR DE FRANCE banners looked very chic to say the least.
"How much is that?" Stacee asked.
"Cinq francs" the taxi driver replied.
Stacee handed the man a ten franc note.
"Keep the change," she said.
The man's eyes lit up.
"You were right about the crowd," he said. "Chic, tres chicr
Stacee and Shaun climbed out of the taxi and stood on the side of the car.
Stacee nudged Shaun as she caught sight of a dark, young hunk of manhood.
"Look at him!" Stacee gasped. "I wouldn't mind feeling his cock up my twat!"
"He must be a water boy," Shaun said. "Look at that sponge in his hand."
"What exactly does a water boy do?" Stacee asked. "I wouldn't mind if he hosed down my body with his come!"
"Stacee! All you ever think about is sex!
"Just like you!" Stacee retorted.
Shaun couldn't deny the face.
"Anyway," she said. "A water boy squirts water on the cyclists as they pass. The cyclists also grab cups of water from his hand."
"Let's get better acquainted with him," Stacee said. "I wonder if he speaks English."
"I mink he does," Shaun said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, just look at his haircut. It's the big style in London right now. I bet he's English."
"Let's find out."
"Okay."
Stacee and Shaun wandered in the direction of the water boy. They sashayed their hips as sexily as possible. They thrust out their breasts suggestively.
"Hello," Shaun breathed to the boy, batting her eyelids. "Hi," the boy replied, Stacee looked at her sister. Shaun had been right. The boy spoke with a crisp English accent. "Are you waiting for the cyclists?". haun asked. "Yes," the kid replied.
He placed the sopping sponge on the table which held cartons of water and extended his hand.
"My name's Ralph," he said. "What's yours?"
"I'm Stacee," Stacee said.
"And I'm Shaun," Shaun added. "When do you think the first few will be passing this way?"
Ralph consulted his wrist watch (a Swatch, trendy thing that he was.. . ).
"In about fifteen minutes," he said.
"Hmmm.. .Aren't the Columbians in the lead this year?"
"Yeah," Ralph admitted. "But there's an Irishman hot on their tail."
"How about the French?" Stacee wanted to know. "Are they up there in front?"
"There's quite a few in the rear," Ralph replied.
This information greatly interested the du Drapeur sisters.
"Hmmm.. . . " Stacee said. "Is it natural for the last few to drop out of the race on this stretch."
"Yes," Ralph said. "Especially if they get a puncture about now. There's no way they could even place in the top two hundred."
Stacee and Shaun seemed lost in thought.
Ralph checked out the slopes of their tits while they thought.
The sisters noticed the glance.
Ralph's eyes smoldered with lust.
His cock twitched hungrily in his cycling shorts.
Blimey! he thought to himself. Wouldn't mind shoving me cock up their twats!
Aloud, Ralph said: "Why are you so interested in the French in the rear?"
Stacee and Shaun rolled their eyes as lust swelled in their loins.
"Because we want to fuck a few of them," Stacee finally admitted.
Ralph's interest increased.
"Really?" he said. "My, you two girls must be incredibly horny!"
"We certainly are!" Shaun replied. "Especially for French cyclists."
"How about a British water boy?" Ralph quipped.
Shaun stared hungrily at the growing bulge in the boy's cycling shorts.
"That might not be such a bad idea," she said.
"You're really cute," Stacee said. "But I think I'm going to wait for the French cyclists."
She turned her nose down at the mere water boy.
Stacee wanted one of the official cyclists of the
Tour de France!
Shaun, however, felt less and less picky the more the boy's crotch grew.
Her nipples slowly grew to erection.
Her twat grew hot with lust.
She ran the tip of her finger over the boy's firm torso.
She rolled her finger around his right nipple.
Ralph's big dick throbbed painfully in his cycling shorts, begging for freedom.
"How about it?" Shaun asked suddenly.
Ralph glanced at his watch.
"We have about twelve minutes before the first of the cyclists comes by," he said.
He handed Stacee the sponge.
"Would you take care of the first few that come by while I take your sister to that shack over there and fuck the shit out of her?"
"Certainly!" Stacee exclaimed, grabbing the sponge. "Go right ahead!"
Their young bodies trembling with fuck-starved lust, Ralph and Shaun moved with weak knees through the milling crowds.
*****
Ralph led Shaun into the shack. Once inside, he threw her up against the wall and attacked her with kisses.
His fingers clutched at her cycling shirt.
Shaun grabbed Ralph's shorts and tugged them over his hips.
His cock pepped into the open, stiff and ready for action.
In moments, the horny creatures were totally naked.
The sight of Shaun's svelte, sexy body kept blood pumping to Ralph's thick member. Shaun's skin was so smooth. Her tits were so pointy. Her nipples so erect.
The sex starved creature ran a moist tongue along her full-bodied lips.
Her fingers crept up and down Ralph's firm, brawny body.
She could almost feel the warmth emitting from his fine, athletic form before she had even touched him.
Shaun placed a hand on Ralph's inner thigh. She slid her head up to his. Their eyes met. Shaun's eyes were dark green. Ralph's were clear and blue.
Lust smoldered in both pairs of eyes. Their lips met once again. Ralph's tongue slipped between Shaun's perfectly straight, white teeth. He invaded her mouth with his tongue.
He thrust it down Shaun's throat.
Shaun eagerly took the plunging tongue.
Trembling with passion, she wrapped her fingers around the water boy's thick neck.
The hand on Ralph's smooth, muscular thigh crept upwards.
Shaun felt tiny hairs on the water boy's warm inner thigh increase and enlarge the closer she got to his beefy balls.
She finally reached her destination.
Her finger came to rest, almost thankfully, on the spongy, wrinkled orbs that held Ralph's supply of creamy jism.
"We gotta work quick," Ralph gasped. "Those cyclists are going to be passing soon."
Shaun nodded.
Ralph grunted with horny head and thrust his tongue more brutally down Shaun's throat.
Those slender fingers caressing his balls sent shivers of ecstasy through his thighs.
Through his legs.
Through his toes.
Ralph's cock twitched with anticipation.
Shaun continued to gently fondle Ralph's balls.
Her fingers began to creep even further upwards.
She finally reached the base of the thick, pulsating fuckshaft that was Ralph's pride and joy.
The young British water boy was hung like a horse and loved it.
He loved every last inch of his throbbing member.
And he loved it when Shaun bestowed such tenderness, such gentleness on his prized possession.
Shaun's lingers wrapped hungrily around the tepid pole.
She felt the thick veins that throbbed hungrily under her delicate, womanly touch.
She gasped Ralph's cock tighter.
She began to pump.
Ralph groaned with rapture.
He continued to shove his tongue down Shaun's oral cavity.
Spit dribbled from his mouth and trickled down his chin.
But Ralph wasn't about to take time out to wipe it off!
Tiny beads of sweat formed on his brow.
His cock throbbed with delight.
Shaun continued to pump.
She pumped gently at first.
Then her fingers tightened around Ralph's pulsating fucktool.
She pumped quicker and quicker. .
Her fingers slipped over Ralph's blood-engorged cockhead.
She fondled the fist-sized knob eagerly. A tiny dewdrop of pre-come had already formed at the tip.
Sperm seeped from the tiny piss-slit that graced the top of the mushroom-shaped dickhead. Shaun wanted to suck it off. She wanted to slurp up that tiny droplet. Every last ounce.
Her hand continued to pump Ralph's massive pole.
Ralph's powerful hands grasped Shaun by her delicate, swan-like neck.
He pulled Shaun closer to his trembling body.
Their sweaty bodies slapped together and perspiration that had dribbled down their youthful forms was one .hot, wet film that made their fuck-crazed bodies one.
Ralph dropped on hand to Shaun's breasts.
He fondled the one on the right.
Shaun groaned with fuck-hungry lust.
Ralph pinched her erect nipple.
Shaun moaned.
She felt her pussy grow hot and moist between her spread thighs.
She felt her love juices seep between the pink pussy lips that marked the entrance to her tight tunnel of lust.
Shaun arched her back.
She offered her tits for Ralph's pleasure.
Ralph's tongue slipped out of Shaun's hot mouth.
"Suck me! Suck my tits!" Shaun begged.
Ralph wasn't going to turn down a command like that!
He brought his moist lips towards her nipple and began to suck.
He nibbled gently on the tiny, hard paps.
Shaun's hand began to pump even quicker than it had before.
Ecstasy soared through the kid's excited loins.
"Oh God!" moaned Ralph. "Suck me off, Shaun! For Christ's sake! Suck me off now or I'm gonna shoot my load all over your fist!"
Shaun was quick to react.
No sense in wasting all that delicious jism!
Shaun's wet, full lips descended upon the throbbing tool.
She opened her mouth as wide as it could possibly go-That cockhead was a might big one! Shaun didn't want to hurt the delicate flesh with her teeth.
Inch after inch of pulsating fuckmeat disappeared into Shaun's hungry mouth.
Her talented tongue flicked delightedly over the meaty shaft.
The fuck-starved sex kitten kept going down on the water boy until her mouth was entirely filled with cockmeat.
Shaun could hardly breathe.
But she knew from experience that there was still a good five inches of cockmeat she somehow had to fit into her mouth!
Shaun adjusted the angle of her throat slightly. The cockhead slipped down her throat. Ralph sighed. His eyes fluttered shut.
A look of rapture creased his handsome features.
He thrust his hips forward.
His balls smacked against Shaun's chin.
All ten inches of Ralph's rod were lodged deep down Shaun's gasping gullet.
The girl's lips clamped around the water boy's shaft.
Shaun began to suck. She slurped.
She lapped at the massive member with her busy little tongue.
Ralph swiveled his hips and pumped Shaun's mouth with his cock.
His hands grasped for the girl's tipped locks.
He bucked his hips to meet her bobbing head.
Shaun's deft hands shot out and continued to knead Ralph's beefy balls.
"Yeah, Shaun!" Ralph grunted. "That feels good, real good!"
Shaun's passion-locked features broke into a smile as she continued to suck dick.
How she loved the taste of Ralph's big fuck lance!
She continued to labor away, the sweat dripping from her bobbing body.
Shaun service that thick slab of fuckmeat the best way she knew how. Ralph felt jism bubbling in his balls. It felt as if a volcano were about to erupt. Ralph strained himself. His muscles grew taut. His face screwed into a grimace. He wanted to scream.
That hot, tight mouth felt so good on his shaft! But he had to pull out!
He didn't want to shoot his load down Shaun's throat.
He wanted to shoot his wad up her cunt!
"Shaun! Shaun!" Ralph gasped. "Stop! Stop right now or I'm going to come!"
Shaun sucked that cock all the harder!
She was desperate to taste Ralph's thick, steaming jism.
"No! No!" Ralph wailed, close to hysteria. "Don't make me come! I want to fuck you! Shaun! Let me fuck you!"
The taste of come could never compensate for a hard, brutal fucking in Shaun's book.
Her mouth swiftly slipped from Ralph's red, ruddy member.
Ralph's face, also, was bright red.
Sweat dripped down his muscular form.
"Sorry," Shaun said. "I guess I got a bit carried away. If you want to fuck me, that's fine. But what about the race? Surely our twelve minutes are up by now!"
"Fuck the damn Tour de France!" Ralph said. (Little did he realize, Stacee was trying to do just that!)
Shaun wriggled against the wall of the shack as cheers and wails rose from outside.
"That must be the first of them cycling by," Shaun said.
"Forget them," Ralph said. "Let's continue." Shaun squirmed with delight. She spread her thighs.
She offered her love pot to the hunky British water boy.
Ralph took one look at Shaun's exposed twat and growled with horny heat.
His hands reached around her legs.
His thick fingers crept up the underside of her thighs.
Shaun thrust her pelvis forward.
It was as if the girl were displaying her wares for sale at a county fair.
And Ralph was certainly going to sample them!
Ralph's tongue snuck up the insides of Shaun's taut, firm thighs.
He lavished kiss after dripping kiss upon the smooth, creamy flesh.
The flesh that tingled at the sensation of his gentle touch.
Ralph wanted to fuck Shaun with all the brute strength his body possessed!
That would come later, however.
Ralph wanted to eat out that luscious pussy meat!
The delicate twat lips separated, waiting for the tender touch of his talented tongue.
Ralph's tongue shot out of his mouth.
The flavor of Shaun's mouth still lingered on his taste buds.
He aimed his tongue at Shaun's pussy lips. He pressed his head forward. Ralph buried himself between Shaun's legs. He slurped hot pussy meat.. .
CHAPTER SIX
The beefy British water boy caught a few kinky pubic hairs between his teeth.
He tugged gently on them.
Shaun moaned and wrapped her legs around Ralph's neck.
"That's great!" she gasped.
Ralph grunted, pleased at her reaction to his delicate lovemaking.
Ralph's tongue slipped between Shaun's pussy lips.
He slurped up the mucousy resin that seeped from the entrance to the girl's fuck chute.
The tip of Ralph's tongue explored the steaming, moist flesh that hungered for his touch.
Shaun's face was enraptured.
Her entire body seemed to tingle.
Her toes dug into Ralph's neck as the water boy's head bobbed between her thighs.
Ralph's hands continued to creep upwards.
He kneaded Shaun's ass.
His fingers groped the firm butt cheeks.
He gently slid a finger closer and closer to Shaun's pink asterisk of lust.
He gently prodded the tiny bunghole.
Shaun squealed in orgasmic delight.
Her pussy juices seemed suddenly to erupt from a source deep in her womb.
Her body shuddered uncontrollably.
Her eyes rolled to the very back of her head.
Shaun shrieked in ecstasy, "I love it! I love that hot tongue up my twat! I love that finger up my butt!"
Ralph's finger continued to burrow its way into Shaun's butthole.
Her sphincter muscle clamped down firmly around the invader.
The very tip of Ralph's finger slipped past the tight entrance.
Shaun let loose with a sub-human shriek rapture.
Ralph wanted to fuck that girl so bad!
His finger suddenly slipped out of her twat.
He lifted his head from between her sweat-drenched thighs.
Droplets of pussy juice still lingered on his lips.
A tiny rivulet of love liquid trickled down his chiseled jaw.
Ralph licked it clean.
He smacked his lips.
That pussy juice tasted so good!
"Let me fuck you!" Ralph grunted.
Shaun was ready and willing.
The cock-starved girl would never pass up a chance to get fucked!
Homy Shaun du Drapeur fucked anytime!
Anywhere!
"Yes! Yes!" Shaun panted, her eyes smoldering with lust.
Ralph removed his head from Shaun's spread thighs.
Shaun hungrily eyed his thick, stiff cock. It swung proudly in the air like a huge, pink billyclub.
How Shaun lusted to feel that cock ravaging her quivering quim! Ralph grabbed his cock.
That monstrous slab of manmeat was so large he almost had to use both hands to guide it towards
Shaun's pussy!
He rested the fist-sized cockhead on the tips of Shaun's trembling twat lips.
Ralph took a deep breath.
His lungs filled with air.
He stared at the object of his lust.
How he wanted to fuck Shaun!
"Here goes!" he breathed.
He plunged in.
Shaun squealed with horny heat.
How she loved to be impaled on the end of a stiff, thick shaft!
Ralph buried himself up to the hilt.
His cock burrowed deeply into Shaun's wet, moist twat.
His balls smacked against her pelvic bone. Shaun arched her back.
She wanted to feel every last inch of cockmeat!
She wanted the tip of that gargantuan shaft to spear the very depths of her womb like no other cock on earth!
Ralph pumped his dick in and out of Shaun's greedy twat.
In and out.
In and out.
It wasn't long before he picked up speed. Shaun threw her slender arms around Ralph's back and held on for dear life. It was going to be a rough ride, but Shaun was going to love every second of that brutal fuck action!
Ralph puffed and panted as he worked his strong hips faster and faster.
His balls continued to smack against Shaun's pelvis.
Shaun's twat squished and squashed as Ralph plunged in.
Soon, the shack was alive with the sound of heavy fucking. Ralph grunted. Shaun screamed.
Their bodies smacked against one another.
SMACK!
SQUISH!
SMACK!
SQUASH!
Sweat flowed freely between their squirming, rumping forms.
Ralph banged into Shaun so savagely the girl got a few splinters in her butt.
Shaun didn't mind.
The orgasmic pleasure she was experiencing between her lust-soaked thighs felt too damn good for her to concentrate on pain.
She didn't even care when Ralph began to knead her breasts.
His fingers dug into her flesh.
He pinched her nipples.
He pinched those pink paps as hard as he could.
Shaun's eyes remained lodged in the back of her head.
Ralph closed his eyes, his mouth set in a grimace.
He wanted to fuck that girl the best she had ever been fucked in her life before!
Ralph thrust into the girl harder than he ever had before.
His hips kept changing the direction of their thrust.
Ralph wanted to make sure every inch of Shaun's hungering vaginal cavity felt the force of his pulsating tool.
And she did!
Shaun worked her pussy muscles with the expertise of a Times Square whore.
She gripped that plummeting cock with .all her might.
She wrapped her twat lips around the meaty shaft that attacked her cunt.
She dug into Ralph's sweaty back with her perfectly-filed fingernails.
Shaun clawed Ralph's back as her passions rose.
Her body trembled.
Her body shuddered.
Her pussy spurt its juices as it had never done before.
Ralph's thrusting tool dripped with a thin film of Shaun's twat juices. The pussy liquid dripped from the tight entrance to her yearning hole.
It trickled down in moist rivulets every time he pulled out.
Squelching noises rose in the air every time pounded back in.
Those noises of love mingled with Shaun's squeals of delight and Ralph's own grunts of pleasure.
Suddenly, Ralph could feel his come bubbling like an earthquake in his balls.
"Shit, baby!" he groaned. "I'm gonna come!"
"Yes! Yes!" Shaun panted.
The poor girl was so exhausted by the brutal fucking Ralph bestowed upon her that no more words could exit from her parted lips.
Shaun wanted to feel that jism!
She wanted Ralph to flood her tight abyss with his wild oats.
Shaun was dying for Ralph to sow his seeds of love in her fertile fuck fields.
Ralph could feel his jism ready to explode from his balls.
He could feel it begging to shoot up his shaft. He tried to hold back.
He wanted to fuck Shaun as long as he possibly could. He tensed his muscles. His face screwed up with lust. Sweat poured from his brow and dripped onto
Shaun's wriggling, writhing body.
Every muscle tensed in Ralph's burly frame.
He shrieked like a wild animal.
Suddenly, his jism spurt from his thick, pulsating shaft.
Shaun grunted as she felt her love canal being flooded with Ralph's creamy fuck juice.
Her pussy hungrily gobbled every thick stream that cascaded down her chute.
Ralph continued to pump, feeling his jism ejaculate again and again into Shaun's pussy.
Shaun milked every last drop of come from Ralph's meaty member.
That fuck-crazed nympho just couldn't get enough of the milky stuff.
Ralph collapsed in Shaun's arms, totally exhausted.
Sweat greased their bodies, almost sizzling it was so hot. Minutes slipped by.
Shaun's breathing gradually returned to normal.
Ralph quit panting like a wild buck in heat.
The sweat cooled on their satisfied flesh and slowly evaporated into the air.
Ralph pulled his cock out of Shaun's ravaged twat.
It hung limp between his legs. "How was that?" Ralph asked. True to form, Shaun Marie du Drapeur merely shrugged her shoulders and muttered: "It was all right." Ralph stared.
"ALL RIGHT?" he wailed. "I fucked you better than I've ever fucked anybody in my life! And you have the gall to say it was just ALL RIGHT?"
Once again, Shaun shrugged.
"Why should I lie?" she asked, pulling her shorts over her steaming twat.
"Perhaps we should try again?" Ralph suggested.
Shaun nodded.
"Sounds good to me," she said. "I assume Stacee must be doing a good job out there with the sponges. The Tour de France won't miss you at all. Listen, why don't I just suck you off?"
That certainly sounded like a good idea to Ralph.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur's slender fingers slid up the length of Ralph's inner thighs.
Ralph shuddered with delight.
His eyes fluttered shut.
Shaun's warm fingers dug into his flesh.
Her fingers traveled towards the kid's crotch.
Shaun noticed the thick, fat length of Ralph's meaty member.
That cock had just ravaged her cunt.
And now she was going to slide it down her throat.
Ralph grunted and shifted his weight from one foot to another as Shaun pressed her fingers against his throbbing fuck lance.
"Stick it in your mouth, Shaun!" Ralph urged.
Shaun giggled with glee.
Just want she wanted to do.
The young girl's pussy spit its juices just thinking about wrapping her lips around the water boy's thick penis.
Pussy juices oozed out the sides of her cunt and trickled down the sides of her inner thighs.
Ralph reached down and dug his thick fingers into the smooth mounds of boob meat once again.
Shaun cooed as her pussy juices flowed.
She gently caressed the thickly-veined member.
Shaun found it difficult to wrap her fingers around the gargantuan shaft.
She tugged gently on the rod.
Shaun stared at the dick she had pulled out of Ralph's fly.
The head was about as big as her fist.
It was pumped so full of blood it had acquired a purplish hue.
The shaft was meaty and hot.
Shaun's cunt juices continued to ooze as she gazed upon Ralph's prick.
She knew she had to get to work on that monster as quickly as possible.
As Shaun bent her head forward to take the big cock into her mouth, her tits squeezed against Ralph's muscular thighs.
Ralph grunted with delight as he felt the girl lavish the first wet lick on the head of his cock.
Shaun lapped up a droplet of pre-come that had oozed out of Ralph's piss-slit.
She smacked her lips as the tasty liquid dribbled down her throat.
"Sure tastes good!" she gurgled.
"There's more where that came from!" the water boy grunted.
Shaun gasped as she felt Ralph's hands press the back of her head.
"I'm gonna force you down on my cock," Ralph groaned.
Shaun opened wide.
Inch after inch of throbbing fuck meat slid past the girl's open mouth.
Shaun's expert tongue quickly went into action.
Ralph grunted with rapture as he felt the tip of the girl's tongue roll around his shaft.
Up and down the length of his shaft it traveled.
Spittle dribbled out of Shaun's mouth.
The girl didn't have time to wipe it from her chin.
Spittle sprinkled on her tits.
Those tits heaved up and down as she labored over Ralph's shaft.
Ralph continued to push the girl's face further and further on his cock.
He didn't stop until every last inch had been lodged deep in the moist darkness of Shaun's throat.
Shaun fought back the urge to gag as the massive cockhead popped past the back of her mouth and plunged down her throat.
Ralph shifted his hips.
He thrust them forward.
He fucked Shaun's face with his massive shaft.
Shaun gurgled and gulped as she took that meaty rod deep down her throat again and again.
"Yeah!" Ralph growled. "Suck my cock, Shaun! Suck that big dick of mine!"
Ralph's spit-slickened cock slid in and out of Shaun's tiny mouth.
She had her lips wrapped around her teeth to ensure that she didn't scrape against the tender flesh of the kid's fuck lance.
Ralph tugged the girl's face.
He forced Shaun on his shaft again and again.
Shaun wheezed and panted as she serviced Ralph's dick.
She shoved the tip of her tongue into the ultra-sensitive crevice at the top of the man's cockhead.
Ralph groaned with rapture.
Waves of horny head coursed through his body.
Sweat trickled down his back.
Down his thighs.
Shaun's long, painted fingernails dug into those meaty thighs.
She massaged Ralph's legs, pressing sensuously into the sweaty flesh.
Ralph arched his back.
His face screwed up in a picture of lust.
The little girl continued to slurp on his cock.
Her fingers slid up the length of his legs, inching closer and closer to his balls.
In a flash, Ralph's cock was forgotten as Shaun spit it from her mouth and began to work on the balls.
"MMM!" Shaun hummed, her tongue whipping back and forth over the sweaty surface of the balls.
Ralph's nuts were so big she could only fit one in her mouth at a time.
She took the left one between her dripping lips and rolled it around in her mouth.
Back and forth the slut's tongue worked, enveloping the wrinkled ball in a sea of hot, sizzling spit.
Shaun let the teacher's nut slip from her mouth. She bobbed down for the right nut. Soon, both wrinkled orbs dripped with spit. The scent of man drifted to Shaun's nostrils. Shaun Marie du Drapeur sniffed and drank up the smell.
She grabbed the tiny hairs that covered Ralph's nuts and tugged on them.
Ralph panted and groaned like a wild animal in heat.
His balls trembled with pre-orgasmic lust. Just watching the perky little girl's head bob up and down between his spread legs was enough to send his fuck juice seeping from the depths of his balls.
But Ralph wanted to hold back.
He wanted that girl to suck his cock and balls as long as possible before he shot his wad down her throat.
Shaun spat out his ball and let it flop between his legs.
His cock disappeared between her lips once again.
When the moist walls of Shaun's mouth pressed against his cock once again, Ralph realized there was simply no holding back the fountain of fuck juice that threatened to burst from his tingling balls.
His loins shuddered uncontrollably.
He tugged on Shaun's hair.
"Gonna come!" the kid wailed. "Gonna shoot my wad!"
Shaun gurgled with glee. She couldn't wait to taste the thick wads of hot love liquid!
Already, sticky love juice oozed from Ralph's piss-slit.
The girl lapped it up and eagerly drank it down.
Her fingertips lunged for the big, hairy balls.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur squeezed them gently, urging the jism that sizzled in the meaty orbs to shoot up the mighty shaft and empty deep down her throat.
Ralph's face was flush with excitement. His thighs shuddered uncontrollably. Suddenly, his cock exploded deep down Shaun's throat.
The initial wad was so large, Shaun's head was almost knocked from the massive girth of Ralph's cock.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur drank down the steamy jism.
Ralph shot load after load of fuck juice into the girl's gasping mouth.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur gurgled as she drank down as much oaf the funky white juice as was humanly possible.
Again and again the man shot.
The come oozed out of the sides of the girl's mouth and trickled down Shaun Marie du Drapeur's chin.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur gasped and groaned. Ralph finally shot the last wad of spunk into the girl's mouth. Shaun Marie du Drapeur sighed. The cock plopped out of her ravaged mouth. Her jaws ached. Her lips were raw.
But Shaun Marie du Drapeur had enjoyed every last ounce of fuck juice she had gulped down. Indeed, her pussy was moist with hot love juices!
"Mmmmm!" Ralph groaned, collapsing on the floor of the shack.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur wiped the jism off her lips and slurped it off the tips of her Angers.
She smiled while watching Ralph's dick deflate.
It curled up in a satisfied head above the kid's still-slick balls.
"Christ, that was great!" Ralph muttered. "But I suppose you're going to say you've had better times."
"It would be foolish to lie," Shaun said. "But I must admit I really did enjoy it."
"Did you like the taste of my come?"
"Yes, I did."
"Was it salty or sweet?"
Shaun rolled her tongue around her mouth.
"A little of both, I think," she finally said.
She slipped into her clothes.
Ralph watched as the girl's tits disappeared into the cycling shirt.
He watched as her twat disappeared into the black shorts.
Ralph groaned and got up from the floor of the shack.
"I better get out there with those sponges," he said.
"I hope Stacee's all right," Shaun said, suddenly anxious.
She had, of course, no reason for concern.
Stacee was doing quite well for herself at that moment.. .
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Oooh! That feels scoo good!" Stacee moaned. Jean-Marc's fat, wet tongue circled the girl's erec nipple.
He slurped on the succulent titflesh, loving every lick he lavished upon the smooth, salty surface.
Jean-Marc pursed his full-bodied lips.
He aimed directly for the girl's tiny pink pap.
Stacee cooed with rapture as she felt Jean-Marc's straight white teeth nibble on her nipple.
She closed her eyes as ecstasy danced through her flesh.
Stacee's trembling fingers slipped down her thighs.
She grasped the band of her cycling shorts.
The girl thrust her hips up and deftly pulled the shorts free from her cunt and ass.
Stacee sighed as she slipped one slender finger between her soaking pussy lips.
She shoved the finger all the way up to her knuckle.
As Jean-Marc continued to nibble on her tit, Stacee wriggled her finger around in her fuck canal.
Her other fingers caressed the thick bush of pubic hair that graced her pelvis.
Those kinky hairs were soaking with sweaty and pussy juices.
The tip of Stacee's thumb began to massage her stiff clitoris.
Stacee felt rapture race through her loins.
"Yes! Yes!" the girl gasped.
Her finger began to plunge faster and faster up her cunt.
She slid her sticky finger out of her twat. Stacee's tits had been satisfied. She had momentarily satisfied her cunt. Now it was time for Jean-Marc to shove his big, stiff cock up her ass. "Ooooh!" Stacee gasped, reaching down and pulling Jean-Marc's head off her tit. "T-that's fine for now, honey."
"You sure?" Jean-Marc asked, wiping a dribble of spittle off his chin.
"Yes. Now I want you to stick that horny cock of yours up my butt!" Stacee said.
A lewd grin creased the young cyclist's face.
"Okay," Jean-Marc said.
He had already kicked his shorts and jock strap to the floor of the car.
Jean-Marc spit on his hand and rubbed the spittle over the length of his erect shaft.
When he had greased up every last inch, he forced Stacee to turn around on the seat of the car.
"Stick those smooth asscheeks of yours in the air," he instructed.
Stacee did as she was told.
His fingers still slick with spit, Jean-Marc reached forward and pulled apart the girl's butt cheeks.
She wriggled them suggestively for his pleasure.
Jean-Marc took a peek up her butt crack.
The entrance to the girl's shit canal was wrinkled and pink.
And ready to be invaded.
Jean-Marc grunted as he took hold of his cock with one hand.
With the other, he continued to hold the ass cheeks apart.
"Get ready, Stacee," he warned. "This is going to hurt a bit at first."
Stacee immediately tensed up her ass muscles.
"No, no. You must relax. Otherwise I'll never fit my fat cock up your asshole."
"Oh, sorry."
-Stacee attempted to relax her sphincter muscle. Jean-Marc placed the spit-slickened head of his rod between the girl's ass cheeks. WHAM!! "AARRGGH!! "
Tears welled in Stacee's eyes as the massive knob of Jean-Marc's big dick suddenly popped past her sphincter muscle and plunged deep into the slick, dark tunnel of her ass.
"Pull out! Please, Jean-Marc! Pull it back out! It hurts too much!" the girl squealed, beating on the car seat with tiny, curled-up fists.
Jean-Marc firmly but gently held her wriggling ass in place.
"Let me shove it in a bit more," he whispered. "That cute little ass of yours will soon get used to my cock, and you won't feel any more pain."
Stacee whimpered and moaned as inch after inch of thick, hard cockflesh lodged up her butthole.
Her rectum burned as if she had been attacked with a hot poker.
Tears of agony rolled down the girl's face.
"This is awful! Just awful!" she sobbed.
But Jean-Marc began to very slowly pump his
' cock in and out of the girl's tight shit chute.
"There, there," he moaned. "Take it easy. It'll be all right soon.. . "
Jean-Marc gently slid his shaft out of the girl's ass until only the bulbous head remained burrowed up her rectum.
Then he gently but firmly shoved his cock back in.
Stacee's tears began to dry as the guy's hips worked slowly back and forth.
His slick, hard cock continued to invade her butt.
And soon, the agony that coursed though the girl's ass was replaced by a gentle throbbing.
A very agreeable throbbing, in fact.
And as Jean-Marc slowly began to pick up speed, as he slowly increased the force of his thrusts, Stacee realized that she was going to enjoy this sordid butt-fucking business.
Pleasure began to tingle her shit chute.
Her ass glowed with rapture.
Stacee's pussy began to drip.
Jean-Marc pounded his meat up her butt.
"Yes! Yes!" the girl suddenly squealed, the momentary anguish now a thing of the past. "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!"
And Jean-Marc did.
Stacee thrust up her hips to take every last inch of solid fuckmeat up her ass. WHAM!
Jean-Marc grunted as he pounded his pulsating prick deep between the smooth, creamy butt-cheeks. "Oooh!" Stacee gasped.
Rapturous waves of excitement coursed through the delicate tissues of her rectum.
Stacee clamped down upon the invading shaft with her ass muscles.
Her sphincter muscle wrapped securely around the cyclist's plummeting shaft.
Jean-Marc felt the rectum walls fitting snugly around his prick.
Again and again the high school kid pounded.
The two kid's bodies were slick with sweat.
The salty perspiration oozed out of their pores and trickled down their young bodies as the brutal butt fucking reached its peak.
Jean-Marc realized he couldn't hold back much longer.
The girl's tight, virgin ass felt too damn good.
His beefy balls smacked against the firm flesh of the girl's ass every time he thrust forward.
But his time, Jean-Marc was pumping so violently up Stacee's ass that the girl had to hold on to the door handle for fear she would be thrown to the floor of the car!
She wriggled her butt-cheeks.
Her ravaged body squirmed on the vinyl, her sweat mingling with the car seat and sticking and squelching as the cock rammed home again and again.
Tears of rapture stung the girl's eyes.
She had no idea what that cock would have felt like up her twat, but she was almost certain it wouldn't have filled her with quite as much ecstasy as she was experiencing at that moment.
The pleasure coursing through her bowels was almost indescribable.
Jean-Marc's big dick excited nerve endings she didn't even know she possessed!
In and out of Stacee's wriggling ass the massive cock plunged, gliding through the shit-stained butt canal more and more ferociously.
Stacee's hips kept up the ever-increasing rhythm of the boy's horny thrusts.
Every time Jean-Marc slid the length of his shaft out of her dank, deep hole, Stacee would glide her hips forward.
The girl made sure the blood-engorged cockhead stayed firmly lodged up her bunghole at all times.
Then, when Jean-Marc swiveled his muscular hips and pounded his prick up her ass, Stacee would thrust back her hips.
She could feel the rock-hard member plummeting through her bowels.
She could feel the come-filled balls attacking the tender flesh of her buttocks.
Stacee squealed and moaned in delight.
Her big, supple breasts squashed against the vinyl car seat.
The nipples still tingled from the firm little nibbles Jean-Marc had lavished so generously upon them.
Stacee's twat brushed against the car seat every time she thrust her hips forward. Pussy juices oozed out the sides of her cunt. They smeared all over her lower torso, making her sweaty flesh sticky and slick. Stacee threw her head back. Her face screwed up with rapture. Even the tips of her fingers seemed to tingle with excitement. The brutal butt fucking continued. Jean-Marc's fingers dug into the girl's ass, holding it firmly in place.
He swiveled his hips time and time again, making sure that each time he thrust up the girl's ass he was attacking it from a new direction.
He wanted every last inch of those shit-covered depths to feel the stiff, blood-engorged cockhead as it plunged in again and again.
Stacee writhed on the car seat in a pool of sweat mixed with the fetid love juice that dripped from her tingling twat lips. Shit juice trickled out of her dainty pink asshole. Jean-Marc's rod was covered with a thin film of the girl's shit. The shit juice mingled with the spit he had spread I ' on his pole before invading the girl's ass for the first time.
His cock was slick and hot.
Plunging up the wriggling asshole.
Jean-Marc dug his finger more firmly into the girl's creamy butt cheeks.
Stacee squealed with delight.
The cyclist's thick fingers sent spasms of rapture spreading throughout her butt flesh.
"Knead my butt-cheeks! Fuck my ass!" the girl wailed.
"Oui!" Jean-Marc grunted.
His cock attacked the tight shit chute once again.
Sub-human grunts of physical pleasure escaped the cyclist's parted lips.
In and out his prick traveled.
In and out of the girl's tight, hot bunghole.
SQUISH! SQUASH! went Stacee's butt as the cock slid in and out.
SQUISH!
SQUASH!
The butt-cheeks were completely covered with sweat by this time.
Jean-Marc was having a hard time keeping his fingers on their slick surface.
It really didn't matter, however.
Jean-Marc was almost ready to shoot his wad.
Stacee, too, was at the verge of exploding into her third orgasm of the savage ass fucking session.
The familiar rumblings deep in her womb were building up into a mind-blowing crescendo of ecstasy once again.
Every inch of her flesh seemed to crawl with excitement.
Shock-waves of rapture bubbled up in her tender pussy tissues.
Her pussy gushed forth like a waterfall.
Stacee threw back her head and shrieked like a banshee on the moors.
"YYYEEAAHH!! " the cock-starved girl wailed. "YYYEEAAHH!! "
"Here.. .I.. .COME!! " Jean-Marc warned.
His balls felt as if an earthquake was building up inside their come-filled walls.
The wrinkled sacs trembled uncontrollably as they banged up against the seat butt-cheeks.
Jean-Marc held his breath.
He clamped his eyes shut.
His fingers dug into the wriggling, sweaty butt-flesh.
His cock rammed up the tight, shit-filled tunnel time and time again.
And finally, there was not hold back his wad.
Jean-Marc groaned like a cow in labor ass his cock suddenly spewed forth its jism and flooded the girl's deepest bowels.
The hot, sticky come burst forth like a geyser deep in he shitty recesses of Stacee's ass.
"OOOHH!! " Stacee moaned.
She felt the jism flood her ass.
Whitewash her tight bowel walls. Slickened her ravaged rectum. Fill her butt with hot, sticky loads of man juice. Jism.
Wads of lust liquid.
Drain from the hairy, low-hanging balls that smacked against her butt.
Jean-Marc forced the last droplet of jism out of his balls.
It oozed out of the ruddy cockhead and spurt into Stacee's steaming ass.
The hot fuck session was over.
Jean-Marc slowed down his wild thrusts up the girl's ass.
The sweat-covered jock collapsed on top of Stacee's gasping, squirming form.
His cock remained lodged up her butt.
Stacee felt the stiff member grow softer and softer as the seconds ticked by.
Her ass tingled with rapture.
Her titties were slick with spit and sweat.
Her cunt had never felt so good as far back as the girl could remember.
No amount of self-induced fingerfucking could have brought her to multiple orgasms the way Jean-Marc's butt fucking just had!
Stacee's breathing slowly returned to normal.
Jean-Marc pulled his semi-flaccid cock out of the girl's butt.
Stacee's butt hole popped back into the tiny pink asterisk of lust it had been before Jean-Marc had stretched it to ten times its size.
Stacee languished weakly in her sweat and pussy juices on the car seat.
Jean-Marc slowly stirred as he regained his breath.
"How did you like that, ma petite" Jean-Marc asked.
Stacee winced as she gripped her butt cheeks.
"It certainly hurt!" she said. "But T suppose it was better than watching the rest of the race!"
Jean-Marc looked momentarily taken aback.
"You mean the Tour de France?" he asked.
"Yes," Stacee replied. "It was so incredibly boring, watching those bikes whiz by. I've had more interesting evenings watching my fingernails grow!"
"Well!" Jean-Marc huffed. "I've never been so insulted in all my life! The Tour de France is the only thing my measly life is worth living for! And now you insult it! Pah! I hate rich American bitches!"
"For your information," Stacee said. "My father is one hundred per cent French."
"I do not care," Jean-Marc said. "You insult the Tour de France, the French blood in your veins must be the blood of a bastard of the motherland! No Frenchman would profess to hating the Tour de France!"
"Well, enough of this," Stacee said. "Let's get back to my sister and the water boy."
"You may do as you like," Jean-Marc said, his dark eyes smoldering with anger. "I am going to take my bicycle to the shop."
"Fine. Go right ahead," Stacee said.
Jean-Marc slipped his cycling shorts over his limp member.
He pulled his shirt over his bubbling torso. "I hope to never see you again," he snapped as he stormed out of the car. The door slammed shut.
Stacee languished on the car seat for a few minutes, letting the feeling return to her ravaged butt hole.
Shaun was feeling particularly horny on the last day of their vacation to St. Tropez.
She had had so many French men over the previous two weeks.
Shaun was tired of uncut French dick.
She had a hunger for good old American cock.
And she knew just where to get it.
Shaun sauntered into the dining room and took a quiet table in a comer.
In a flash, a waiter materialized at her side.
"Hello, miss," the waiter said, flashing Shaun a charming smile.
Shaun looked the kid up and down.
Her twat twitched hungrily.
What a hunk the waiter was!
Shaun had noticed him when she and Stacee had dined at the restaurant the day before.
He stood just under six feet tall.
His skin was dark, his eyes blue.
A shock of black hair graced his handsome face.
"May I get you the menu?" the waiter politely inquired.
He noticed the lust that smoldered in Shaun's eyes.
The waiter felt his cock swell with fuck-starved hunger in his uniform slacks. Shaun shook her head.
She gazed at the steadily-increasing bulge in the waiter's crotch.
"What I want isn't on the menu," Shaun said.
She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Looks like you haul quite a load between those meaty thighs of yours," Shaun said.
The waiter's face grew bright pink.
"Er.. .I.. . "
He seemed lost for words.
And very excited.
"What's your name?" Shaun asked.
"Er.. .Johnny," Johnny said.
He suddenly bent his head towards Shaun's.
"My shift is over at three o'clock," he said. "What's your room number?"
"Five oh-two," Shaun whispered.
Her fingers discreetly crept up the waiter's firm thighs.
Johnny's eyes fluttered shut as Shaun gave his stiff cock a quick caress.
A spasm of rapture coursed through Johnny's brawny limbs.
"Oooh, yeah!" he gasped. "I can't wait to fuck you! But let me get back to my tables or I'll get fired!"
"I'll see you at three fifteen," Shaun said.
"You bet!" Johnny gasped.
He hurried off, weak at the knees.
A sly smile creased Shaun's pretty facial features.
She got up from the table and sashayed out of the hotel restaurant.
Shaun was deep in thought as she took the elevator to the fifth floor.
The waiter was cute.
The waiter was well-hung.
No doubt he would be able to service her to perfection in her bedroom.
But Shaun hungered for something else besides the waiter's cock.
She couldn't put her Anger on what that something was.
The elevator stopped at the fifth floor.
Shaun moved into the hallway.
She suddenly caught her breath and stopped short.
Standing in the hallway with a mop and bucket was a brawny black custodian.
Just what Shaun wanted!
It had been months since she had had a black cock up her twat!
Shaun's heart raced as she looked the Negroid stud up and down.
What a body!
What a bulge!
Shaun ran a tongue across her pursed lips and approached the black servant. "Er.. .hello," she said.
"Hi," the man grunted in a deep voice. "May I help you with something?"
"You most certainly may!" Shaun gasped.
She ran the tip of a fingernail over the black man's massive pectoral muscles.
The black man was surprised.
And very excited.
"I seem to be having difficulties with my sink," Shaun said. "I think I need a plunger. Would you like to look at it?"
"I've never heard it called a plunger before," the man grunted, casting a quick glance in the direction of his crotch.
Shaun giggled.
"And I've never called my twat a sink before," she admitted. "But I suppose there's a first time for everything!"
"Where's your room?" the man grunted.
"The one on the right at the end of the hall," Shaun said.
She extended her hand.
"My name is Shaun," Shaun said.
"And I'm Larry," Larry said, crushing her fingers in a powerful handshake.
Larry picked up his mop and bucket and followed the girl down the hall.
"I have one of the waiters coming to join me at three fifteen," Shaun explained.
She glanced at her watch.
"That gives us fifteen minutes alone."
Larry's face fell.
"I can't shoot my wad in fifteen minutes!" he complained. Shaun rolled her eyes.
"Then I hope you don't mind if he joins us?" she said.
"I ain't getting into no kinky faggot shit," Larry spat with disgust.
"Of course not," Shaun chortled. "I can see you're all man. You won't have to touch one another."
"That's fine with me, then," Larry growled.
Shaun slid her key into the door and pulled Larry into her hotel room.
She was glad Stacee had decided to take a trip into Cannes that afternoon.
Shaun had plenty of plans for her last day in St. Tropez.
And they certainly didn't include watching movies!
CHAPTER EIGHT
He had never eaten a girl out before.
The thought intrigued him.
His cock began to swell and grow in the crotch of his uniform trousers.
"Let's go," Larry grunted.
The big black man reach down and stripped off his uniform trousers.
Shaun giggled excitedly as she pulled her sweater over her head and thrust off her bra.
Johnny finally pulled down the zipper of his fly.
Shaun squealed with delight as the black servant's massive slab of fuck meat bounced from the confines of his underwear.
"My God!" the slut exclaimed. "That sure is one hell of a monster!"
"You ain't jokin'! " Larry grunted.
The black man, totally naked by this time, got up on the bed and thrust his hips forward.
"Suck my cock, bitch!"
Shaun hastened to comply.
She got on her hands and knees on the crumpled sheets before the guy's muscle-bound mahogany thighs.
"You're going to have to get on your back and shove your head between my spread legs in order to eat me out, Johnny," Shaun quickly instructed.
As she uttered the directions, her beady eyes barely left the long, fat tube of black cockmeat that was soon to be her meal.
Shaun spread her slender thighs to allow Johnny to slide his head underneath.
As soon as the young waiter had thrown his underpants to the floor, he climbed onto the bed.
Johnny fug his fingers into the creamy, smooth thighs as his body wriggled under the girl's butt and twat.
Already, Shaun's cunt dripped with excitement. Tiny droplets of love liquid trickled out of her hole and sprinkled on top of Johnny's young, hairless chest.
Johnny stared with increasing eagerness at the girl's offered twat.
His flesh sizzled as the cunt droplets trickled southwards.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur swiveled her hips and showed off her gorgeous cunt as if it were on sale at a carnival booth.
Johnny slid his tongue between his lips.
His fingers dug savagely into the sweaty flesh of the girl's inner thighs.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur cooed as Johnny's tongue began to lap up the pussy juices that trickled down her thighs.
The tongue continued to travel upwards.
Johnny grunted as he hoisted his young body up to meet the girl's twat.
His tongue began to lap around the thick forest of pubic hairs that graced the girl's pelvis.
The harsh scent of female greeted Johnny's nostrils as his tongue swiftly approached the juicing snatch.
He sniffed down the funky aroma. How the kid loved the smell! Johnny's tongue inched closer and closer to the girl's twat.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur loved the feel of the moist, slick tongue traveling through her sweaty pubes.
Normally, the horny little whore would have concentrated all her attention on such a sensory delight.
That evening, however, Shaun Marie du Drapeur had something else to occupy her thoughts.
It was big and black.
And was being rapidly forced past her lips and deep into her mouth.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur gulped as Larry's massive fingers grasped her skull.
He forced the girl upon his gargantuan black member.
The dong was so big, it barely seemed to rise even when pumped full of blood.
The girl wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur could barely make her fingers meet.
They nestled in the man's coarse, kinky pubes.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur's fingertips graced the surface of the wrinkled, low-hanging balls.
She grunted as Larry forced her to take half of his stiff, monstrous shaft.
The big, black cock slid between her pink lips.
It plunged into her mouth.
"Take it, bitch!" Larry grunted.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur took it.
Inch after inch of stiff, black cockmeat slid into the girl's mouth.
Shaun gurgled as the member popped past the back of her mouth and plunged deep down her throat
Any normal young debutante would have gagged on the amazing thickness of the shaft.
But Shaun Marie du Drapeur was no ordinary young lady.
She was a well-seasoned tramp who had taken as many cocks down her throat as a Times Square hooker!
Shaun Marie du Drapeur's tongue immediately lapped up and down the pulsating fuck tool.
The tip of her moist tongue lapped up the thick veins that graced the shaft of the black man's big dick.
"Umph!" Shaun Marie du Drapeur gurgled as she took down every last inch of black prick meat that was forced down her throat.
Larry threw back his head and grunted happily as he felt the spit-slickened cavern of the girl's mouth wrap around his meaty member.
Her mouth was moist.
Hot.
Her tongue ran up and down the length of his shaft.
Larry's thick, black fingers held the girl's head securely in place between his thighs. Those fingers dug savagely into her scalp. Shaun Marie du Drapeur didn't care.
She was used to being treated roughly.
Hell, she had been tied up by strange men so many times, the brutal fingers clutching her head were hardly anything to worry about!
All she felt was the thrill of orgasmic delights coursing through her loins as she gobbled down the big, black member.
Johnny's tongue inched closer and closer to her slickened labia.
The waiter wasn't quite sure hot to eat a girl out.
He had only heard about such experiences from his buddies in the hotel kitchen.
There didn't seemed to be much to learn, however.
All one had to do was wriggle one's tongue deep between the pussy lips and lap up the juices that lingered on the juice-slickened twat walls.
So that was exactly what Johnny did.
The girl's love pot gushed its juices in such an amazing volume by this time that the kid almost gagged even before he had lodged his tongue firmly up her fuck chute.
Her tunnel of lust.
Her cavern of sexual delights.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur thrust her hips forward to allow the kid's tongue to slide deep up her hole.
Johnny's tongue burrowed deep up her hole.
Had Shaun Marie du Drapeur's mouth not been stuffed full of black cockmeat, the girl would no doubt have squealed with delight as the tongue disappeared up her hole.
As it was, she could only gurgle with rapture. . Johnny buried his lips into the bushy mass of sweaty pubes.
His tongue slid up her tight cunt lips.
The handsome waiter began to eat out a girl for the first time in his life.
His right hand slid from her thigh and traveled towards her clitoris.
As inexperienced as Johnny was, he knew that fingering a girl's clit was an easy key to her heart.
His creeping finger suddenly came into contact with the tiny erect knob.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur's eyes grew wide with delight as she suddenly felt the tip of Johnny's finger whipping back and forth over her tingling clittie.
Johnny gasped and gagged as the pussy he had his tongue lodged deep inside suddenly began to gush with a new flow of twat juices.
The kid eagerly gulped them down.
The dewy droplets of love juices trickled down his throat.
Johnny swallowed every last ounce.
His cock was stiff and throbbing.
He continued to lavish loving strokes of the tongue on the girl's gushing twat.
The pussy juices oozed generously from her trembling, pink lips.
Johnny guzzled them all down.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur, meanwhile, gobbled on the black servant's cock.
Larry shut his eyes and grunted with satisfaction as the girl's tongue whipped up and down the length of his shaft.
He began to work his cock in and out of her mouth with a steady rhythm.
The black man slowly increased the speed and velocity of his thrusts.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur's pretty little head bobbed up and down to keep up with the rhythm.
The low-hanging balls smacked against her chin as the black man speeded up his thrusts.
SMACK! went his balls as his hips swiveled back and forth.
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
SMACK!!
"Oooh, yeah, white girl!" Larry grunted. "That feels real good! Suck my cock, you rich white bitch! Ooh, yeah! You know just how to do it!"
Shaun Marie du Drapeur had no doubt she did.
She had been complimented on many occasions while giving a stranger a damn good blow job.
Why should that evening be any exception?!
"MRGH!" Shaun Marie du Drapeur gulped as the thick slab of black cockmeat slid between her spit-soaked lips.
Her fingers shot out and cupped the massive, swinging balls.
In and out of the wet lips that black cock slid.
Larry pumped the entire length of his stiff shaft deep into the girl's mouth. N.
Back and forth his muscular hips slid.
He fucked the girl's face with increasing force.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur eagerly slurped and sucked as she felt the cock invade her throat more and more ferociously.
More and more brutally.
She gently but firmly kneaded the thrusting balls.
She ran her fingertips under the massive, black Orbs and tickled the tender flesh that lay underneath.
Larry threw back his head and uttered a low moan of rapture.
His back arched as he felt the girl's tongue slide over the length of his shaft again and again.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur hollowed out her cheeks and sucked as hard as she could on that plunging black shaft.
She wrapped her lips around her teeth to avoid scraping against the thickly-veined flesh.
Larry's brawny black body shuddered with rapture.
The girl continued to give him head. The tongue sliding in and out of her twat sent waves of passion coursing through his loins. Shaun Marie du Drapeur's head reeled as she felt her cunt being serviced by the cunt-eating novice.
It may have been Johnny's first time at slurping a juice-soaked twat.
But Shaun was enjoying it more than she ever had before!
If Johnny had only known what rapture he was sending coursing through the girl's limbs, the young, hung waiter would certainly have been very proud!
The passions collided deep inside of Shaun Marie du Drapeur.
Her mouth was full of cock.
A mouth slid over her cunt.
Had there been another rod around, she would have gladly forced it up her ass.
As it was, however, Johnny was doing a pretty good job of keeping that area under control.
As the kid's tongue shot in and out of her twat, as his finger gently whipped back and forth over the tip of her clittie, Johnny reached around the girl's thighs with his free hand and slid his fingers into her butt crack.
The sweaty butt-cheeks wrapped around his sliding digits.
Shaun let a gurgled squeal of delight pass through her ravaged lips.
How she loved her butt to be fondled!
Johnny's trembling fingers crept closer and closer to the tiny pink butt hole nestled deep up the girl's hot crack.
She cooed with rapture as the kid shoved his finger deep up the hole.
Johnny's fingertip popped past Shaun's angry sphincter muscle and plunged into the velvety dank-ness beyond.
He wriggled his finger around deep up the girl's butt hole.
A fresh slew of pussy juices spewed forth from there dark fuck canal and dribbled down Johnny's throat.
He gurgled with delight and eagerly slurped them down.
His face was completely covered with cunt juice by this time.
It formed a fine, sticky film all over his lips.
All over his cheeks.
Pussy juice dribbled down his chin.
Johnny had no idea so much juice could erupt from a girl's cunt.
He gobbled down quickly, then plunged his tongue back between the lips for another generous helping.
Larry's big black rod pounded into the girl's face. His kinky pubes smacked against the girl's nostrils.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur smelled the musky aroma of man drift up from the bush of pubic hair.
The mere smell sent her pussy juices flowing once again.
Her young loins burned with rapture.
Wave after exhausting wave of passion coursed through the delicate area between the girl's legs.
Larry's cock slid in and out of Shaun Marie du Drapeur's mouth.
Johnny's fingers slid in and out of Shaun Marie du Drapeur's ass.
His tongue coursed in and out of Shaun Marie du Drapeur's twat.
Shaun's slender body shuddered with orgasm after orgasm.
Now, if only she could get those big, hung studs to come as she had many times in the ten minutes of their steamy sex session!
Shaun Marie du Drapeur reached behind her back, hot on the track of Johnny's shaft.
She found it immediately and wrapped her spindly fingers around the thick, pulsating shaft.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur quickly pumped the cock up and down.
Her fingers shot over the length of the trembling fuck lance.
Jeremy began to buck his hips up as the girl's fingers traveled up and down his prick. Her fingers were hot. Dripping with sweat.
Johnny's balls began to tremble as Shaun continued to pump his shaft with the expertise of a whore.
Her talented fingers gripped the thick slab of fuck meat.
They whipped back and forth, sending spasms of orgasmic delight pounding through the sensitive cockflesh.
The three sex-hungry creatures were drenched in their own sweat.
Their bodies twisted and wriggled on the crumpled, come-stained bed sheets.
Shaun had been fucked in many positions during her lifetime. y
But never before had she had a black man's cock in her mouth, while a waiter lapped at her pussy and fingered her butt!
Shaun clamped her eyes shut as she continued to pound on the massive slab of fuck meat.
Her tits swung back and forth every time she ground her hips into Johnny's face.
Those massive mounds of tit meat slapped against her chin.
Up against her stomach.
Her nipples were hot and erect.
Her titties tingled with lust.
"YEAH!! " Larry grunted.
He thrust his hips and impaled the girl's mouth on every last inch of his amazingly thick member.
'Take that cock down your throat, white girl!" Larry groaned.
His thick black fingers tugged on Shaun's sweat-soaked locks of hair.
He forced her head to meet the savage thrusts of his muscular black thighs.
Shaun Marie du Drapeur gurgled and gulped down the plummeting shaft of big, black cockmeat.
Larry was going to come.
The black man's loins shuddered as he felt the familiar rumbling deep in his swinging nuts.
He was ready to blow his wad.
Flood Shaun's gasping mouth full of his sticky, white jism.
And he somehow realized that Shaun would slurp down every last drop.
"Gonna come!" the black guy suddenly wailed.
Unfortunately, Larry was not one who could hold back the inevitable once he was on the verge of shooting his load.
As he swiveled his hips and pounded his rod deep down the girl's throat, his-cock suddenly exploded with a wad of jism so large Shaun almost choked.
Shaun's head was almost knocked from her shoulders as a thick stream of fuck juice erupted violently down her throat.
A geyser of come gushed from the tiny piss-slit on the blood-engorged head of the black man's dick.
Shaun drank it all down.
Johnny knew the black guy had come deep in Shaun's mouth.
He also know that the girl's cunt would begin juicing profusely once more.
As if by clockwork, Shaun's twat began to spit juices once again.
Johnny eagerly lapped up the dewy droplets of love liquid.
His fingers plunged deep up the girl's wriggling butt.
Her hand pounded more savagely on the guy's stiff rod.
Johnny's tongue slid out of the girl's twat.
"AAARRGGHH!! " Johnny wailed.
Thick wads of come burst from his excited shaft.
Shaun spat the black man's cock out of her mouth and squealed with joy as she felt the fountain of jism splatter all over her bouncing butt cheeks.
Johnny shot his wad until not one drop of jism was left in his wrinkled nuts.
Shaun's fingers unraveled from around his cock as the guy's body shuddered in post-orgasmic lust.
Johnny's fingers slid out of Shaun's butt.
All three fuck partners suddenly collapsed.
Their sweaty bodies pressed against each other.
Their breath came in harsh, deep puffs.
"My goodness!" Shaun Marie du Drapeur gasped. "That was fun, wasn't it?"
Johnny had to admit the girl was right.
"It certainly was," he said, watching his stiff shaft slowly deflate.
The black man's cock was already soft.
It flopped lazily over his muscular thigh, totally satisfied.
Johnny reached up and wiped his raw, ruddy lips with the back of his hand.
He wiped cunt juices off his lips and licked them off his hand.
"MMmrammm!" he hummed weakly.
Shaun found it difficult to speak.
Her mouth had been full of stiff, fat cockmeat for the better part of half an hour, after all!
Her lips were cracked.
Her mouth was parched.
She had drank down quite a load of steaming jism.
But now the girl was thirsty for an ice cold glass of water!
Shaun languished on the crumpled bed sheets, her legs spread to dry out her pussy.
She gazed fondly at the two guys who had given her such pleasure.
Her pussy tingled from the violent fuck action they had just engaged in.
"I'm so glad I'm a St. Tropez slut!" the contented girl mumbled, nestled between the beefy arms of her two most recent lovers.
"So are we, Shaun," Johnny sighed. "So are we."
All three jumped at a rapid knocking on the hotel room door.
"Shaun! Are you in there?! "
Shaun rolled her eyes as the two guys jumped for their clothes. "Relax," she said. "It's only my sister, Stacee." Larry stared at the door.
The knob turned and rattled as Stacee tried to get in and see what Shaun was up to.
"Is that the hot chick I seen you with on the beach the other day?" he wanted to know.
Shaun nodded.
"Yes," she said. "That's her."
Shaun wrapped a sheet around her breasts and pulled the two men into bed once again.
"Come in, Stacee!" she called out. "The door should be unlocked."
The door suddenly flew open.
Stacee stood in the threshold, a horny grin on her pretty face.
"Shaun!" the girl gasped. "Two at once! What fun! Oooh, and one is a blackie, as well!"
She rubbed her hands together.
"Climb into bed and join us," Shaun suggested. "We've just finished round one. I'm sure the boys would appreciate your company."
"You bet we would!" Johnny said, stroking his shaft to erection.
"Mmmmm-hmmm!" Larry hummed, staring hungrily at Stacee's perky tits.
Stacee shut the door and crossed the floor to the bed.
She ran a moist tongue over her brightly-painted lips.
Her nipples grew erect.
Her pussy spit its juices.
Stacee stripped and climbed into bed.
"St. Tropez is so much fun!" the girl giggled.
Shaun had to agree.
EPILOGUE
"Goodness, I enjoyed myself at St. Tropez this year!" Stacee breathed.
Butterfly looked up at her mistress.
The parlor maid had a surly look on her face, as usual.
"An'jest what de fuck be'se so great 'bout goddamn St. Tropez?" Butterfly demanded to know. Shaun sighed.
"Really, Butterfly," she said. "I am going to have to speak to father about you. You are becoming quite tiresome."
Butterfly placed her hands on her hips and glared at the du Drapeur sisters.
"Jest 'coz I is black don't means I is a fool," Butterfly insisted. "I knows what ya means by dat comment. Ya wants ta git man black butt fire, right?"
Stacee nodded.
"I certainly wouldn't mind," the girl said.
Shaun nodded her head in agreement.
"Whatever possessed father to take you out of that fast food restaurant in the first place I will never know."
Butterfly wagged her index finger under Shaun's nose.
"Lissen here, missy!" she snarled. "Jest 'coz your daddy done takes me outa a Jolly Bee Yum Burgers don't mean I ain't given you de quality o' service you priss assed white folks is used ta!"
"I'm quite aware of-"
"I done works mah spindly fingers to de bone at dam place!" Butterfly snapped. "I done mop de floor, clean de grease outa de fryer-"
"Butterfly, please shut up," Stacee said firmly yet quietly.
Butterfly turned her nappy head in disgust and shuffled out of the room. Shaun reached immediately for the phone. "Who are you calling?" Stacee asked.
"Father," Shaun replied "I am going to demand that he fire that rude black wench."
Stacee looked up from the latest issue or Vogue.
"Are you sure you want to disturb him at the office?" she asked. "Didn't he have a big meeting planned with those Arabs from Kuwait?"
Shaun continued to dial.
"Yes, but I don't care," she said. "If I don't get his permission to fire Butterfly immediately, I'm gong to go into the kitchen and kick her big black ass! I really dislike her immensely."
She clicked her fingernails on the table as the call went through.
"Hello?. . .Mr. Du Drapeur, please.. .oh, well this is his daughter.. .oh, are you sure? Okay?"
She placed the receiver on the cradle.
"I told you," Stacee said.
"You were right," Shaun said. "He was in a top secret meeting. Probably with those Arabs."
A sly smile creased Stacee's lips.
"So that means you're going to have to go into the kitchen and kick Butterfly's ass," she said with a giggle.
Shaun rolled her eyes.
"I'll admit I'm afraid to confront her," she said.
"Well, so much for that, then," Stacee said. "Looks like were stuck with her until Father gets home."
"And.. .damn! He's going to Boston immediately after work this evening. That means we're stuck with the bitch for the entire weekend!'
Stacee appeared suddenly lost in thought.
"Daddy's going to be away all weekend?" she mused.
Shaun nodded her head.
"Yee-hah!" Stacee wailed.
Shaun stared.
"What's the matter with you?" she asked. "Now that daddy's gone for the weekend, we can have an orgy!" Shaun's eyes lit up. "Start dialing those hunks!" she said.
