Nicole still wasn't awake. Her mind was drifting in that lazy state of lassitude between sleep and wakefulness where fantasies and reality become intermixed, where unconscious desires and wishes are so often granted, fused.
As usual, it was the same old dream. Her father had just returned from his foreign post in the Arabian lands and she had him all to herself again. Right now, he was sharing her bed with her. He was touching her curly blonde tresses, stroking her fifteen-year-old body. His hands dipped into secret inner crevices, moist places, intimate areas that aroused her, gave her both pleasure and delight. She squirmed in delight as she slept. "Oh, Daddy, do that again... and again!" she implored as she guided his hands, pressed herself up against him, brought her own small slender hand down between his legs and grasped his hard, naked white manhood.
Nicole had just celebrated her fifteenth birthday. She was living with a governess at her father's luxurious home outside London. Because her father was a foreign diplomat, she seldom saw him except for his one or two visits home each year, particularly the one around her birthday. Since her mother had divorced her father almost immediately after she was born, taking her along on foreign missions was impossible. Aside from the danger and the strangeness of the far-off lands with their familiar habits and customs, he was unable to take care of her properly. And then there was the matter of her schooling to think about. He didn't want her to end up like so many children of foreign diplomats-lost, confused children with no real roots or knowledge of their own country, children who were a product of mixed environments and various cultural backgrounds.
Fortunately there was a great bond of affection between them. Whenever her father returned home, he always brought back presents for her and spent all of his time with her. The governess would be dismissed for the one or two weeks he was home and they would spend all their time together-just like two lovers, two sweethearts who had pledged themselves to each other.
Nicole leaped with joy when her father arrived. She ran to him. As soon as he saw her, he was prepared for the onslaught. He caught her up into his arms, caressed her lovingly, hugged her, kissed her lips, her cheeks and brow, her neck.
"Oh, Daddy, what have you brought me for a present this time?" she asked after squealing with delight in his arms.
Edmond Ashley laughed. It was his custom always to bring something special home as a surprise for her. "Well, have you been a good girl?" he asked her, as if her receiving the extra special gift depended upon it.
"Oh, yes-yes!" she cried. "I've been a very, very good girl."
Again Edmond Ashley laughed. He was a tall, handsome man, very lean and strong. His teeth flashed as he smiled and his blue eyes dazzled her. "All right, I must have it on me somewhere. Go find it," he told her as he spread his arms up.
This was a usual little game between them. Whatever special trinket he brought her would always be hidden in one of his pockets, somewhere on his person. With childlike delight, Nicole began exploring and feeling various parts of his body. Both of them breathed a little harder. Nicole's face flushed and she grew a little excited as her small hands traveled over his firm, manly body. At last she was past his chest and she patted the pockets at the side of his jacket. Her blood was running warmer and quicker in her veins. She liked the feeling of her father's lean, muscular body under her small hands. It felt so firm and strong. Finally her hands were at his hips and thighs. Nicole's little heart began pounding harder! She was almost down on her knees before him now. Her father stood tensely, enjoying the feeling of her pert hands probing and exploring all over his body. He smiled down benignly at his young, tender daughter.
It was then that Nicole noticed the huge bulge in his pants. Her heart hammered with wild excitement. Strange erotic thrills ran up and down her spine. Her father was aroused! His manly organ, hidden beneath his pants, was hard and huge. And she knew that it was because of her-his very own daughter, his darling girl-child!
Finally her hand discovered a square bumpy object in his left trouser pocket. "Ah, I've found it," she said with delight.
"Well, go into my pocket and take it," he said to her.
Nicole had to be very careful digging her hand into her father's pocket. It was so close to that huge, hard other bulge straining out beneath his pants. She blushed demurely. Her heart hammered harder. She trembled as her hand inserted itself into his pocket, touched the other bulge-the big one of his manhood-and finally grasped the gift which he had brought home to her.
Edmond Ashley's eyes were watching his beautiful young daughter with hard, beady bright eyes. In the Far East, where he was stationed, a young, beautiful daughter like her would not be ignored by her father. Instead she would be possessed by him, taken to his bed-often with the permission of his wives-taught the many pleasurable things she would have to perform in order to please her future husband. Ah yes, strange as some of the Arab customs were, in some respects they were quite understandable. They followed the course of nature-human nature. They ignored all taboos, strictly followed that which was sensual, all that was exotic, satisfying to the lustful appetites.
Edmond Ashley had learned much concerning the enjoyment of the sensual during his long years in the Far East. When invited to do so by a sheik or a Sharif or some other lordly prince, he had often partaken of the forbidden. He had indulged himself in the pleasure of sexual intercourse with extremely young, nubile girls-girls who really were far too young for him, but so tender and so tempting that it was simply incredible... girls who had hardly reached puberty-small-breasted, virginal, almost chaste, but hotly knowledgeable and shrewd in the practices of carnal lust and passion. On occasion, he had even learned to partake of the exotic pleasure of young boys, learned how to enjoy their youthful, lean bodies-bodies that were soft but had no hint of hair on them. And through all of it, he had never felt the slightest pang of guilt, for he knew that in the Far East such practices were common. For some Arabs, all that counted was lust and pleasure, the sensual and the exotic. In the Arab countries, sex and lustful pleasure ruled. Even young boys were expected to serve their master's wishes-just as the very young girls or daughters of a household were expected to do.
Nicole had the present in her soft young hand now. It was a dark velvet box. When she opened it, she found a ring inside. The jewel in the exotic setting gleamed, dazzled her eyes, changed colors as she moved it in her hand. "Oh, Daddy... it's-it's beautiful!" she cried out with ecstatic delight.
Nicole slipped it on her finger. The jewel sparkled. She reached up and hugged her father tightly. This time as her father held her close she felt the different pressure of his arms and body, a certain insistence of possession. The huge, hard bulge beneath his pants pressed into her soft body and throbbed. It felt alive and warm and Nicole's head swam with erotic delight.
Her father kept on holding her very close. His breath was warm and uneven and his face looked flushed. Nicole's whole body started tingling. Strange sensations which she had never experienced before began to course through her entire being.
"Look, I think it's time for bed. Go upstairs and get ready," he said to her, masking a strange hoarseness in his voice. "I'll go and dismiss your governess and then well be alone. I'll come upstairs and tuck you in... like I always do."
Nicole's heart kept pounding. At fifteen, she was quite aware of sex and its strange, compelling power... and she knew that her father wanted her. "Yes, maybe you can come under the covers with me... hold me in your arms until I fall asleep."
This, too, was a frequent practice. Ever since she had been a little girl her father would lie in her bed with her. She would cuddle her small body up into his arms. And then he would stroke her, murmur sweet things to her until she went to sleep.
Edmond Ashley looked at his young daughter. God, but she had grown so beautiful during the last year since he had seen her! He examined her soft blonde hair, her hazel eyes, her cute, upturned nose and the soft, pouting, full lips of her youthful face. "Yes... perhaps I shall," he managed to reply.
It was a long time before her father appeared in her room. As usual, he was dressed in his long flowing night robe. Nicole sat up in her bed immediately. She flung out her arms for an embrace. He sat down on the bed and embraced her in his arms. "Ah, Nicole-my delightful, tender child. You are so charming, so lovely," he said to her.
Nicole had the sparkling ring on her small finger, but she quickly forgot it. Her father began smoothing her bright golden hair. His other hand patted and smoothed her curving young hips and her soft, round belly. Her heart jumped as his hand moved possessively close to the juncture between her body and thighs. With a sigh, he kissed her full on the lips with an intensity that was both burning and exciting to her.
"You have grown up into quite a young lady since I've seen you last." Her father's eyes were beady and dark, filled with something she had seen there often before. Nicole felt the slow arousal coursing through her young body. Moisture flooded the tender slit between her thighs. If her father wanted her, she wanted him even more. She flung the sheets aside. "Here, lie down with me. Pet me and soothe me and hold me in your arms until I fall asleep."
Nicole was dressed in a short, very enticing nightgown of sheer lace. Edmond Ashley gazed down at his young daughter. His eyes examined her ripe young breasts, the pinkness of their flesh gleaming seductively through the translucent material, then sought out the taut, delicate, cherry-like nipples that poked through so temptingly, the smoothness of her soft round belly, her satiny thighs, her sweet hips.
Slowly his hand began lifting up the thin, wispy material of her nightgown. Nicole felt the cool air rush up her legs and thighs. She trembled, unable to speak and squirmed, smiling as if to encourage him... and soon his hand was stroking the smooth inner portion of her delicate thigh.
"Do you find it pleasant?" asked her father as he watched her face carefully.
Nicole felt slightly numb. What she wanted was beginning to happen, but now she was afraid. "I-I don't know, Daddy. I-it feels good, but it makes my skin all goose-pimply."
His fingers moved softly up her inner thigh. She tensed as they paused at the beginning of her warm, now moisture-laden slit. Unconsciously she relaxed her thighs. She stared at him, half-inviting, half-fearful. His middle finger curled slightly and slid into the wet slit, the secret, cherished stronghold of her young girlhood. It slithered deeply into it, made her body jerk involuntarily with a thrill of sudden lustful eroticism.
"OH!" she exclaimed as a streak of excitement ran through her girlish body.
His finger found her small, budding clitoris and slid, rolled, kneaded it gently.
Nicole's eyes were bright and shining. Quivers and strange pleasurable sensations were shooting through her entire body. "Oh, Daddy!" she said as she pressed her hand over his, encouraging whatever it was he was doing to her.
Edmond Ashley looked at his young, seductive daughter. "You are not frightened, my darling?"
Nicole's eyes were growing moist. Small flutterings were quivering deep in her belly. "Oh, Daddy-why should I be afraid? You are my father and you are good to me." She gasped as something strong flexed and exploded like a small spark deep inside her. "Even now, what you are doing is giving me great pleasure."
Nicole could feel his finger sliding deeper. She gasped as it pushed through the soft flesh, found her small, warm, wet hole. Instinctively she knew precisely what her father was doing. And she also knew that it was far beyond the normal behavior between parent and child. Her governess had cautioned her often about letting boys place their hands on any such intimate part of her body, but this was something entirely different. It was her father who was doing this to her, someone she loved dearly. And someone she trusted with all of her heart. "Oh, Daddy... please keep doing it!" she implored, squirming and writhing. "Please push your finger deeper up into me."
Edmond Ashley moaned as he heard his young daughter's words. They excited and thrilled him almost to death. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and hand. He stood up and Nicole gasped again as she saw that he was wearing absolutely nothing under his robe.
Smiling, he looked down upon her. "Did you enjoy that, my little Nicole? It was meant as an expression of my love for you."
Nicole regretted that his hand had departed. "Oh, yes. I-it felt very good," she said, staring at him.
She slowly parted her thighs. It was a gesture of pure feminine instinct. Her father smiled at her. He deliberately unfastened the sash to his robe. He moved, spread his legs apart. Immediately the robe parted and Nicole's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the huge column of rigid white flesh standing out from the thick patch of curly, black hair at the juncture of his thighs.
Her eyes dwelled on the huge hairy sac hanging heavily beneath his outthrust organ. They traced the two heavy egg shapes hanging at the bottom of its wrinkled folds. So this was what her father's procreative organ looked like! How marvelous, she thought.
Nicole's body started trembling again. In her young female heart, she knew that much more must happen between them. She gasped as her father took hold of the hard round organ, as he drew the foreskin back and made the purplish, helmet-shaped head pop through, swell and distend itself. Gosh, it was so oily and filmy-looking... and the big slot at the end was open just like a small mouth!
She watched with eyes wide open as he began stroking the gigantic cock. "You are not afraid, my dear? Or even startled?"
At fifteen, Nicole wasn't entirely ignorant of what a man's genital equipment was supposed to look like. Besides seeing pictures in books, she had occasionally seen one or two boys displaying themselves proudly.
"No... I-I just think it's wonderful," she said. Her eyes held a mixture of awe and admiration. "I-I never thought it could look so beautiful... so wonderful."
Edmond Ashley smiled. "That certainly is a most marvelous response. I'm proud of you as my daughter," he said. "Now, of course, we are going to do things together. Since you're fifteen, I'm sure you must have some idea of what I am talking about. Now, how do you feel about it? Do you think you would like it?"
Nicole was still staring with astonishment at the huge protuberance of hard, rigid flesh pointing its open-eyed slot at her. It was really a magnificent cock! She had never dreamed that she would enjoy the sight of such a monstrous thing on her father. Somehow just the sight of it made him seem exceptionally strong and virile. Inside, she grew all excited, inflamed with lust. "Yes, Daddy-I-I'm sure that I will like all of it very much."
Edmond Ashley looked down at her. He seemed very pleased. "First, take it into your hands. Squeeze it. Look at it and see what it feels like."
Trembling, Nicole reached forward with her small hand. She grasped his big hard cock. God, her fingers barely coiled around it. It was so big! Surely he would never get something that size up inside her tiny cunt. It would cleave her, split her wide open, tear and rip her all apart deep inside!
Her hand and fingers felt his cock. It was sturdy, hard as granite... but it was warm and smooth, almost like velvet. She was surprised by its hard rigidity and its unusual smoothness. It was almost bone-hard, but at the same time there was a certain amount of rubbery flexibility. It throbbed, pulsated in her small, cool hand. She looked up at her father quickly. It was almost as if his cock was alive, as if it had an existence of its own apart from the rest of his body!
Nicole examined the cock lying in her hand. The skin was delicate and thin, reddish in color. It was stretched out very tautly over the inner hard meat of his cock and it shone with a gloss. Beneath the hard, tightly stretched skin there were curious blue veins bulging and ridging. Instead of following any pattern, they simply sprawled and spiraled, convoluted around his entire cock.
"Good, now bring it up against your face. Rub it up against your cheek affectionately and become familiar with it."
Nicole did as she was told. She brought her head forward, brushed her cheek against it. Once again, she marveled at the deceptive softness and satiny smoothness. Beneath the straining flesh, there was an iron-hard firmness. Carefully she worked the loose flesh of his foreskin back-just as she had seen him do. The purple filmy head with its layer of oily moisture slid and popped out and the large eye-slot hole gasped and opened.
A thick pearly drop was oozing from the open eye. "Oh, Daddy, it's... it's so beautiful!" she said. On impulse she kissed it, caressed it with her soft lips.
Edmond Ashley was stroking his cock. He was chafing it slightly as his young daughter brought her lips up to kiss and caress it. He groaned in delicious pleasure. His cock started swelling, pulsating, convulsing strongly. Holding his cock, he aimed it directly at her delicious young mouth.
Nicole's eyes watched with astonishment as a thick blob of pearly white fluid leaped from the open, gasping hole at the end of his manly organ. Her mouth was open and her lips were a hair's breadth away from it. Swiftly the glob of white jetted directly into her young mouth. Again and again his cock leaped and convulsed strongly. She released it from her hand as a series of thick white gobs erupted from the gasping hole, spurting directly down into her open, surprised mouth and throat. "Oh, my dear. Keep your mouth open! Receive it from me. Drink it and swallow it down!" her father pleaded as his eyes rolled upward and his face contorted with ecstasy.
Nicole felt the warm liquid run down her throat. She choked, swallowed instinctively. The feeling of it was momentarily ugly, sort of slimy. The fluid was thick, heavy in body and it sort of rolled as it slid down her throat. Still, she felt amazed, ecstatic. It was her father's warm manly fluid which she was receiving and swallowing! It was his seed, the very fluid which had once conceived her in her mother's womb!
Her father was standing stiffly, tensely. His entire body was shuddering. He was still moaning and his manly organ was still spurting. Weakly it pumped, spilled the last of its come down onto her lips and chin. Nicole licked the inside of her mouth, tasted the sticky residue. Some of it began rolling down the front of her throat. She brought up her hand, wiped it and felt the tacky, sticky remainder of his come all over her fingers. Gosh, how marvelous it all was. The feel of his come was so strange, yet so gripping and erotic.
After he was through, her father shook his cock. The huge organ had now grown limp and soft. At first, Nicole didn't know what to say. She was still dumbfounded, caught up in strange, eerie sensations of her own.
"Oh, my darling. How happy you have made me!" said her father as he sighed deeply.
Nicole looked at his limp cock. It still looked wonderful. It was a miracle of nature. "What happened, Daddy? Why did it go off like that?"
Edmond Ashley smiled as he looked down at her. "It's nothing, my dear. It just happens spontaneously when a man is near someone he loves very much."
Nicole felt thrilled to death at his words. "Yes, but isn't it supposed to do that in another way-deep inside me?"
Her father patted her head. "Yes, my dear child... and believe me, it will happen soon-very soon," he said as he tucked his penis away under his robe.
CHAPTER TWO
For the next few days, life was a complete delight for Nicole. She and her father played, gamboled often in the garden and in the house. Most of the time their cavorting was of an innocent nature, but sooner or later it would change to something more teasing and subtly erotic. When the teasing, frolicsome games finally got her father aroused, he would gather her up into his arms and just laugh. And then their playing with one another would change into something more lustful, exciting and pleasing to them both.
On one of these occasions, Nicole was sitting on his lap. Her father had just chased her through the garden and caught her and as a consequence she had to do whatever he asked her to do. "Ah, now I really have you," he said with mock malevolence in his voice. "Now sit perfectly still as I take advantage of you, do to you as I wish."
Nicole just loved it when their little games ended like this. Somehow her father always came up with something more innovative, something more daring.
Nicole sat quietly on his lap. Her legs were astride his thighs and her crotch was wide open as she sat facing him. Slowly winking his eye at her, her father opened up the front of his pants. He reached inside and his huge, stalwart cock popped up, thrusting up out of his pants. Grinning, Nicole looked down. She just loved it when her father took his manly organ out. By now, she was getting quite used to it, but it still thrilled her every time she saw it.
Her father pulled the foreskin back. The huge bulb of his hard cock was aimed directly at her open crotch, poised, hot and throbbing. He rubbed the filmy, round head of his cock into her moist slit. Nicole spread her legs wider and the lips of her small cunt parted and opened. Her father moaned and gasped as he felt the warm, sensitive, wet inner flesh touching his cock, presenting itself for sacrifice.
"Oh, Daddy-do it!" she said, jerking her small cunt forward against his cock. "Do as you promised you would."
Edmond Ashley was not ready for it yet. In the Far East, he had learned to practice great patience. To the Arab, sex was an art. It was not something to be rushed into hurriedly. First, with someone new, you began with kisses and embraces, little things that stimulated your sense of desire. Then gradually you progressed to the more lustful, one stage at a time. In each instance, the secret lay in holding yourself back. When faced with the ultimate, the idea was to prolong things, to deliberately restrain yourself. In this fashion, with a new female-especially a virgin-your sense of lust and desire became greatly whetted, polished and honed to a fine brightness. And then when the moment of actual possession finally took place, Allah opened the doors of heaven to you, poured out his bountiful fruits of tremendous joy and ecstasy upon you.
Edmond Ashley knew precisely what he was doing with his young daughter. And despite his great desire to thrust his cock up into her, he wasn't about to foul anything up at this particular moment. No, instead he would wait. He would wait until the time was ripe, until his lust and passion for her could stand it no longer. And then everything would be joyous and beautiful, ecstatic beyond the powers of imagination.
The round head of his cock rubbed hotly into her young cunt without penetrating it. Nicole made a wry face. She jumped, wrapped her arms about him, tried to become more insistent. Deep inside her, she really wanted to be penetrated by his big hard cock. She wanted her father to fuck her and fuck her good-appease the curiosity and the hot eager urgency which had been taking place deep in her body ever since his visit to her room that first evening.
Edmond Ashley did his best to be careful. He contented himself with just pushing the head of his cock back and forth in the warm vestibule of her cunt. When he finally came, his hot jism spurted up into her small cunt, then ran back, flowing down his round cock with heavy volume.
Nicole was terribly disappointed. "Oh, Daddy-why didn't you do it?" she wailed. "Can't you tell that I want you to... that I'm waiting for you to do it?"
Edmond Ashley was both pleased and surprised by his young daughter's avidity, her passion and lust. God, how wanton his little daughter was! Even if it was instinctive, her passion and craving for sex was truly astonishing. "I'm sorry, my dear... but it's not time yet. Don't be so anxious. I'm trying to teach you something important. Restrain yourself, let your desire for it build. Then when it finally happens, you'll enjoy it even more."
Nicole looked at him petulantly. Whatever he was up to, she simply didn't understand it.
* * *
That night, their games took on a more serious nature. Edmond Ashley was ready for the next step. Having come to the decision that play should be ended, each of them stripped down until they were entirely naked. Kissing, they hugged and fondled each other.
His young daughter's soft, voluptuous body was too much for him. Her skin was like warm satin, so tender that it stirred him immediately. He stood apart from her, looked at her. His cock was already raging, throbbing. "Oh, my God... it's simply too much," said her father as he gazed upon her delectable form.
Thinking that she had him now, Nicole turned herself slowly. She displayed every jewel-like facet of her tender, sensuous body. "Oh, Daddy-look what lovely breasts I have. See how small and curvy my waist is... feel how warm and delicious my body is. Just think, I-I've been saving all of it for you."
Edmond Ashley's cock was in a state of towering erection. His eyes could barely tolerate the sight of such exquisite, nubile beauty. His daughter's tender body surpassed anything he had ever seen in the Far East. "Ah, you are a little devil!" he told her. "You are a sorceress. Each day you spin your web tighter. You tempt me until I am blinded with desire for you!"
Nicole smiled. It was what her father wanted and she knew it. All of this delay was nothing more than pleasurable torture for him, a sort of game. He was deliberately waiting, holding back, playing the game out to its last possible round. Now that she understood it, she was beginning to enjoy it, too. It brought out the tease in her, made her feel wanton, devilish.
Nicole decided to take the bull by the horns. If the game was to be played like this, then she would torture him, goad him until he could stand it no longer. Swiftly she sank to her knees before him. She took hold of his hard, throbbing cock, then she kissed it, passed her youthful lips over it.
Her father responded instantly. He pushed his prick forward, slid it between her soft, warm lips and deep into her velvet mouth. Nicole choked slightly. She pushed his cock back but held more than half of it in her young, tender mouth.
Slowly her tongue laved his cock. She savored its salty, incredible flavor. Her father moaned. "Oh, darling... I like that very much," he said to her. "Truthfully a female mouth is a man's greatest delight. Please mouth it for a while. Suck on it for me."
Nicole found the sensation of his cock in her mouth very pleasurable. His prick was hard but satiny smooth and warm. It throbbed in her mouth. Softly she began sucking. She slid his big cock in and out of her small mouth, washed it with her tiny tongue. Her father moaned again. "Ah, how exquisite that feels! My child, you are a natural born cocksucker."
Nicole didn't quite know the full meaning of the word. She kept concentrating on the feeling of his huge cock in her mouth. Gosh, how incredibly smooth it felt! It was warm and vibrant, alive! Her lust increased. She began sucking harder, more lasciviously.
Her father tensed, reached down for her head with his hands. He looked down and watched her slide his cock in and out of her mouth. Her mouth looked very small and her lips were stretched tightly in an oval around his hard, wet, glistening cock. Inside, her mouth was incredibly smooth and tender, warm and deliciously wet. He stiffened slightly. He began moving his hips back and forth, fucking her small mouth as she continued to suck on his swollen cock.
When he finally came, his cock gushed his hot come down into her mouth and throat. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!-MY GOD!" he cried out as his cock pumped and spurted powerfully.
Nicole was completely unprepared for the massive, copious discharge. Her small head bucked, reared back as the first burst of thick fluid belched into her throat. Her throat muscles gagged quickly. She retched and choked, then she began gulping, swallowing rapidly. Again and again, the big cock lurched and leaped in her mouth. It kept spurting thick globs of creamy white come. She kept gulping and swallowing. It was impossible not to do so, since her father was holding her head tightly with his hands. Again it felt as if she were swallowing down warm oil. The thick come billowed, filled up her entire mouth and throat. She gulped harder, swallowed. She ingested every last bit of the thick slimy come as it flooded down her mouth and throat!
Finally his cock stopped spurting. It pumped weakly, spilling more slimy fluid into her mouth. Her father began sagging at the knees. His body stopped shuddering and quaking. "Oh, my GOD!-how good that was!" Smiling, he patted and smoothed her silky blonde hair.
Nicole felt as if she had swallowed a bellyful. The inside of her round throat felt glutted with his thick, sticky sperm. Some of it was still rolling and sliding like egg-white, trickling down into her stomach. Part of her felt revolted, but another part of her felt very proud. Gosh, she had actually sucked her father's cock, swallowed down his hot, thick come! It was now a part of her body!
The taste of his emission was still on her lips, salty and flavorsome. The odor of his semen was deep, musky, pungent. Nicole rolled her tongue over the roof of her mouth. Her palate was all covered with his tacky, sticky come. Shuddering with strange new emotions, feelings she had never experienced before, she rose from the floor, then she smiled at her father. "Did I please you, Daddy? Was it really good!"
For Nicole, it was all a new adventure. She had never dreamed that a woman's mouth and a man's hard organ could be combined in something so pleasurable, so thrilling and exciting. She opened her mouth quickly for him. "See, I drank every last precious drop. Your manly seed is now down in my stomach."
Edmond Ashley gazed at his excited daughter. How avid and talented she was! Somehow he sensed that lust came to her naturally. Though only a child, her instincts for sex and lewdness were those of an adult woman. It was both a surprise and a delight to him. His young daughter was a terrible tease and she was salacious, too! What marvelous times he and she would have together!
Edmond Ashley realized that his patience was pretty well played out. He was filled with desire to possess his young daughter. He could feel the lust for her tender young body throbbing through his brain. Up until now, everything had been his way. She had been absolutely wonderful, as cooperative as could be. And he had enjoyed every minute of it. Now soon would come the climax to this torturous game of patience and waiting. Tomorrow he would bring everything to a final grand climax-for them both! Tomorrow he would possess her. He would fuck her, break the barrier of her virginity... and then deliver himself to the greatest heights of joy known!
* * *
Nicole realized that she and her father were being quite lewd together. However, the word "lewd" was strictly a word in the dictionary. As far as she was concerned, they were just being delightfully naughty.
The next day, her father was exceptionally sweet. As usual, they were playing, fondling one another. They had undressed and they were both nude again. Nicole was sitting on his lap, straddling his hairy thighs with her legs. He was squeezing her young breasts, feeling her smooth body. Down below, his cock was working with only the head half-inserted into her cunt.
Nicole was filled with erotic enthusiasm. She just loved the brawny feel of her father's strong, hairy body. She wrapped her arms about him as he held her by her slender waist. His lips came forward, kissed hers. He darted his tongue into her mouth. Nicole giggled. Every time he did this it sent shivers up her spine. She leaned farther back. Suddenly her father began breathing harder. His face flushed and his eyes dilated with deep passion. "Darling, tonight I am going to take you," he said to her. "I'm finally going to consummate my desire for union with you."
Nicole was thrilled, ecstatic. At last it was going to happen! She jerked uncontrollably just as her father shoved forward, as she felt his cock enter more deeply into her body. She hunched, squirmed as she felt the tremendous pressure invading her cunt. God, his prick was so big!... and her cunt was so small!
Slowly his big cock pushed into her. Her cunt lips stretched and widened. It was sheer agony, complete bliss. Suddenly she felt a sharp, piercing pain, a sensation of tearing and destruction deep inside her cunt. Oh my God, he was finally doing it! He was shoving his steel-hard cock all the way up into her tender body! Her lips twisted. She grimaced as the pain tore through her, as the tender tissue buried deep in her cunt was ripped asunder.
Strangely enough, it felt just as if his cock had popped through. Her thin cunt lips stretched, distended themselves into a wide oval she had never experienced before. God, it was just like a huge log entering her body! Her small cunt was stuffed and crammed... and still his cock pushed DEEPER! Now it felt almost as if it were up in her belly. Her face turned white from the strain and tension. She froze. She was stunned, amazed, agonized... but she realized that now she was finally a woman!
The expression on her father's face was one of supreme rapture. "OH-H-H! OW-MIGAWD!" he cried out.
Suddenly the jism was jetting, spurting, filling up her young cunt. His hard, stiff staff pushed deeper and deeper into her as it gushed, squirted, erupted. Quickly, with a softness she would never have believed possible, her cunt began spasming. Billows of sensation swelled and grew in her lower abdomen, grew in intensity, exploded strongly and powerfully!
Nicole cried out in ecstasy. Her hands clawed at her father's shoulders. Her whole body shuddered, shivered and quaked as she experienced her first orgasm. "Oh, Daddy... how wonderful it feels!" she shrieked. "Everything deep inside me is exploding and bursting!"
Her father bucked, lurched in the chair. His cock buried itself deep, right up to the hilt in her young virgin cunt. For a moment the sheer ecstasy of it all was too much for Nicole. Her mind swam and she was certain that she would pass out. Again and again, his hard cock swelled and exploded deep in her body. It flooded her, inundated her, irrigated her young, tender cunt and womb with its powerful jets of thick liquid white come!
CHAPTER THREE
Young Gerard Renault was lounging around in his room. He was lying on his bed, busy studying a series of very unusual photos of his mother which he had discovered buried under the lingerie in one of her dresser drawers. Obviously the pictures were taken quite a long time ago, when she was either nineteen or in her early twenties... long before she became a famous French movie star, the darling sex symbol of the present time, the sultry, desirable woman most men loved to look and drool at up there on that big silver screen... dream of fucking in place of their less spectacularly endowed, everyday wives or girlfriends.
As usual, Gerard was spending his annual summer vacation with his mother at her luxurious seaside home at Cannes. Since his mother and father were divorced when he was very young and since the expensive, exclusive boarding school where she kept him hidden for most of the year was closed, most of the time he spent his summers with her. In a way, Gerard felt his mother thought of it as a duty, an obligation. Even though they were strangers to each other and despite the fact that she found it very disconcerting and embarrassing to have a fifteen-year-old son around to remind her of the passing years and her waning youth, something deep inside her seemed to demand that she acknowledge his presence in her life. For certain, one thing she couldn't deny to herself was that he was her son and she was his mother. And thus, as a mother, she did have certain duties and obligations towards him.
Gerard had found the photos of her while searching around the house. Since she was away at the studio for most of the day, also often part of the night at parties and other things, most of the time he merely idled away the long hours reading, watching television, swimming in the Mediterranean and things like that. After a few weeks it had all grown quite boring. After all, he had been doing this every summer for years. At fifteen, he was much in need of other human contact, not just staying home all alone by himself. He needed others of his own age, something... anything but just constantly sitting around the house all day in a state of idle restlessness. And thus, he had come to browsing and rummaging around the big house, searching for things of interest, something to stimulate him and keep his interest, to kill the boredom. Also, in a way, he was searching for other things, something to satisfy the strange new longings and yearnings which had been budding and straining deep within him all day long.
Gerard didn't know why, but eventually one of the places he went to was his mother's dresser drawers. After all, even though she was his mother, she still was a world famous movie star, one of the most beautiful women in the world. And thus he was interested in some of the more intimate things about her... like what sort of slips, panties and bras she wore.
At first he felt quite guilty, almost a little eerie about it all. Just opening her dresser drawers made him feel like some perverted voyeur. Mon Dieu! What sort of a son would do something like that?... go through his mother's slips and bras, examine her panties, intimate articles of apparel which she wore against her own naked body?
Gerard's curiosity persisted, however. Trembling, his fingers searched through the drawers, felt all sorts of filmy things: sheer-laced bras, sleek, satiny slips, sheer, transparent brief panties. Finally his fingers dug deeper. And it was there, buried beneath all of her fancy lingerie, her bras and panties, that he found the lewd, lascivious pictures of her.
At first, Gerard just looked at them in a state of shock. He could hardly believe his eyes. In all of the pictures, his mother was practically undressed! In most of them, she was completely nude! In the ones 'where she was only partially undressed, most of the time her huge breasts were showing. Either they would be arched out provocatively, curved and uplifted, just begging to be hefted, handled or squeezed, or they would be hanging down pendulously like two big, juicy-ripe melons.
Naturally, as soon as his eyes began scanning the first few photos, his young cock got hot and hard. Why, in some of the pictures all of her pubic hair was exposed. In others, part of the slit between her legs was showing. God, the pictures of her were absolutely fabulous. They were simply fantastic-almost too much to believe! She looked just like one of those luscious girls so often displayed in the American magazines-juicy and succulent, sensuous, exciting and very, very tempting-sexy as could be!
Within minutes, Gerard's hand was down in his crotch. He took the pictures to his room, spread them down on his bed, then sat down and pulled out his young cock, already hard. Softly he began stroking and rubbing it as he gazed at the pictures. Gosh, what fantastic pictures they were! Suddenly he felt a little ashamed of himself. Often at boarding school, when one of his fellow students cut out a picture of his mother from a magazine, he'd turn to him and ask, "Tell me, how does it feel?... knowing you have a mother who is a movie star and who looks like THAT?" Later at night, he would lie in his bed shamefaced and embarrassed as he heard them quietly playing with themselves, masturbating under the covers of their beds. For even though his back was to them, Gerard always knew that they were gazing lustfully at the picture of his mother which they had clipped from the magazine and imagining themselves actually fucking her, doing all sorts of other dirty, filthy things with her. In the morning, often he would be angry. Resentful. And now here he was, doing the very same thing himself. He had his prick in his hand and the photos of his mother which he was staring at were far better, much clearer and definitely more revealing than anything any of the other students at the fancy boarding school ever dreamed of seeing or holding in their hands!
Soon Gerard's cock was all red. It felt hard like steel. He began chafing it slowly up and down with his hand. Squinting, he kept his eyes focused on the pink, smooth-looking flesh of his mother's voluptuous, beautiful body-her breasts, her buttocks, her long, smooth thighs and legs, everything!
Gerard felt it was simply incredible. The pictures were almost too good to believe. Somehow it just didn't seem possible that the incredibly sensuous-looking woman in the photos could actually be his very own mother. How could any son have a mother who was built like that?-so sleek, so sexy, so lewd and lascivious-looking? In the pictures, she didn't look like the sort of girl who could ever possibly be anyone's mother. Instead she was a fantasy. She looked exciting, delicious, luscious and inviting. She was something any red blooded, healthy young man would want to grab and fuck... something he'd want to go on fucking forever!
Gerard's eyes began to blur. It felt strange looking at the pictures, realizing that it was indeed his own mother. His face crimsoned as he continued staring at them. How wanton and salacious she looked. Her lips were full and lush. They were parted slightly and her tongue was licking and moistening her lips, making her look wicked and sensuous. In all of the photos, the expression on her face was one of wry, deep, sultry invitation. Her eyes seemed to beckon lewdly as they smiled, bright under her long, curved black lashes and they seemed to carry just the hint of a promise. And the promise was one of warm, moist, lush, sweet pleasure... delicious wet ecstasy... something wild, frenzied and wanton... devilishly exciting and sensual.
Gerard's cock was growing slippery. The slime was oozing out of it as he continued rubbing and chafing it harder and faster. Soon the filmy ooze was all over his hand and his hard prick was throbbing. His eyes started losing focus as he stared at the turgid, erect nipples of his mother's breasts in the pictures. He studied her warm, lush-looking lips and soft, open, inviting mouth. A familiar tension began building deep in his groin. He began smiling to himself as the tension grew, suffused him, as his cock grew harder and harder and he realized that he would soon reach climax-sweet, delicious orgasm!
Suddenly the door to his bedroom opened. He didn't even hear the latch or the turn of the doorknob. Startled, Gerard looked up. Holy mother of God! It was his very own mother. Instead of remaining out late, she had returned home early for a change. She had just walked in and caught him, her very own son, lying on top of his bed with his pants open and his prick in his hand!
Slowly Simone Renault's eyes widened as she stuck her head past the door. At first, her eyes looked startled, but then they just looked surprised as she took in the scene. She walked into the room, closed the door softly behind her. Then she smiled at him warmly, knowingly, without the slightest trace of reproach. "W-why, Gerard, you're masturbating. You're jerking yourself off!"
His mother's face was calm and serene. There was just the slightest trace of amusement playing around the corners of her red mouth. Horrified, he ripped his hand away from his hot, raging cock. His hard red penis sprang into the air. It bobbed and swayed. Then it stood there hard and firm, just like a rubber stanchion.
Gerard's face went beet-red. Inside, he felt sick and nauseated, absolutely mortified. His mother began walking over to the bed very slowly. Gerard began trembling with fear. He didn't know what to do, what to say-so he just watched her as the guilt and shame ripped through him.
Finally his mother was standing by the edge of the bed. Her eyes looked down calmly at his hot, red, still throbbing cock. Then they floated over to the pictures lying next to him on the bed. Again a flicker of amusement crossed her beautiful face. Without the slightest disturbance entering her eyes, she sat down next to him on the bed. She sighed. Then she reached her long slender hand forward, picked up each picture and studied it intently.
Within a few moments, his mother was smiling as her eyes returned to her son's hard, erect, upstanding cock. "Ah, so that's what started it, huh?" On her face, there was a look of sophisticated, calm, worldly understanding. "Well, why not go on with it? Finish up with what you were doing!"
His mother's eyes looked amused as they continued staring at his hard, tall-standing cock. "Now, come on, Gerard. Surely there's nothing to be ashamed of. Judging from the look of that red thing of yours, you must be ready to burst and explode."
Mortified, he turned his head to the wall. He didn't know whether to cry or what. Inside, his stomach churned. He got all choked up, almost ready to throw up. Never in his life did he ever expect to be caught like this. And certainly not by his own mother-with nude pictures of her all over the bed, yet!
His mother's fingers leafed through the photographs. In her eyes, the look of calm, worldly understanding returned. "I'm sorry that I didn't knock before entering," she said with a note of apology in her voice. "Certainly this situation is not your fault. When a boy is fifteen, a mother should always knock before entering his room. Otherwise something like this is almost bound to happen."
Gerard groaned softly. The groan was for leniency, as well as for privacy for his own personal sense of shame and grief. What was he supposed to say? Or do? She had caught him masturbating. She had caught him right in the act!
Simone instinctively sensed her young son's embarrassment, his sheer mortification. Somehow a part of her seemed to be enjoying it. "Listen, don't be foolish. Don't let it bother you." Slowly she turned his head around, forced him to look at her. "Believe me, it's completely normal for a boy of your age to be masturbating. In fact, all boys of your age do it! There's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. It's all normal. In fact, it's even healthy."
Her eyes returned to perusing each picture of herself. Truthfully, her sense of poise, her calmness and tolerance literally amazed her young son. She didn't seem the slightest bit shocked that he had been masturbating while using nude pictures of her for stimulus and excitement. "Goodness... some of these pictures are very good. Frankly I have not seen them for years." She smiled as she studied each one of them. "You know, really they were taken quite a long time ago. In fact, I think at the time I was only nineteen. Naturally they were taken when I was still struggling as a model-long before I became a movie star."
Gerard breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He could hardly believe it, but everything was going to be all right. She wasn't going to scold him, bawl him out, or anything like that.
Simone Renault sighed calmly. She looked up from the pictures, then studied her son's perturbed face. "Well, I think it is time to teach you about sex," she said. "Unfortunately, because you were always away at boarding school, I am afraid that the subject never occurred to me before."
Gerard didn't know what to say. He looked up at her, but he was still unable to look directly into her eyes. His face was crimson and he was still trembling all over.
Simone sighed again. She looked at him, then tilted his chin with her hand. "Listen, stop acting stupid, Gerard. There is absolutely nothing wrong with what you were doing. Maybe right now, you are embarrassed and ashamed because you were caught at it by me, your own mother. But please believe me when I say that I don't mind... that I understand."
Her eyes grew sober very suddenly. She looked at him as if she were about to impart something very important. "Listen, Gerard... never feel ashamed for being caught in the act of giving yourself pleasure. Your body and your glands are making their needs known to you. You're going through a perfectly natural stage, just growing up. Unfortunately, your father and I were divorced when you were very young. Of course, he would not be the sort of example I would want for you, either. Your father was a strange man, with very unusual appetites when it came to sex. I know I never told you very much about him, but he was the sort of man who preferred very little girls. He also went with boys and men sometimes, too. It was one of the reasons why I had to leave him and take you with me... divorce him. Besides he was never home. He was a diplomat, stationed in the Far East. He couldn't be counted upon to be a good father, an example for you."
Simone's eyes blurred. They became moist with reflections of her past. She wondered about the young daughter she had borne him before leaving him. By now, the young girl would be just barely fifteen. How sad that she could have not taken her with her when she left him. But traveling back to her homeland, France, with one eleven-month-old infant was already more than she could handle. Besides, he had absolutely refused to give up the girl child. He had even threatened not to give her the divorce if she insisted.
Suddenly she arose from the bed. She stood before her son with her hands on her hips. "Look, Gerard, since you have no father and there is no one else to do it, I- I'm going to have to teach you all about sex. In fact, I am going to have to teach you all that I think you should know, help you grow up. If I'm any judge of boarding schools, I'm sure that you are not going to learn what you need there. It is strictly an all boys' school. There are no girls around, girls for you to date, play or experiment with, learn from and find out what sex is all about. And I certainly don't want you to grow up stunted. Neither do I want you to grow up into a homosexual-like so many of the so-called men I see here around the Riviera. So, come on, wipe that stupid, embarrassed expression from your face. And let us get started on your proper education."
Simone took him by the wrist and pulled him up from the bed. She sat down on the edge of the mattress. As Gerard stood there, he looked down. His hard prick was still sticking out from his pants, aimed directly at his mother's bosom. Simone smiled at him calmly. She looked at it, reached out and took hold of it with her cool hand. Her young son froze instantly. He could hardly believe what was happening. He stood there absolutely motionless, too frightened and numb either to move or speak.
She rubbed the moist, silky head slowly with the flat part of her thumb. A thin trail of fluid oozed and exuded from the small hole at the end of his cock. Gerard's face reddened. He could hardly breathe. He was so embarrassed he didn't know what to do.
Simone held him by his prick. She pulled him gently closer to herself. "Relax. Stop being so stiff and afraid. Forget the fact that I'm your mother."
Smoothly she teased the broad underside of his hot, moist shaft with just the tips of her cool fingers. Within seconds, his cock was seeping, drooling its bland fluid down into her hand. "See, this is what they call pre-coital fluid. In a way, it's a lubricating liquid. It makes its appearance every time a man's penis becomes really hard and all excited, ready to enter a woman's body.
Again there was a curious smile on her face. It was as if she were enjoying what she was doing to him. "When a man is all stimulated and excited, it oozes up out of his penis like oil," she said, continuing the lecture. "In a way, it's nature's way of preparing a man for the sexual act, for the actual act of penetrating a woman's body. Because it's filmy and oily, it helps him gain entrance into a woman's vagina. Especially if she is dry and not ready for him yet."
By now her young son's prick was hot and raging. It leaped, jumped in her hand. Just having her hold it, stroking it like that, was driving him wild. Suddenly Gerard moaned. Again his mother smiled. Her eyes lit up and her face flushed slightly as she watched her son squirming and twisting with delight from the exquisite pleasure which her hand and fingers were imparting to his cock. "That's it. Just give in to it. Enjoy it. Concentrate on what my hand and fingers are doing to you... and enjoy it as much as you can."
His mother's breathing seemed heavier, slightly labored. Her voice had changed, too. It had altered to a deep, sultry hoarseness.
"My God, but that certainly is a beautiful young cock," she said as she held it full round and pointed it straight up in the air. "And it's also pretty big for a boy your age. Why, I'll bet you're going to be a real holy terror when you grow up. In fact, hundreds of girls will be chasing you all over the place."
Slowly she began chafing it with her smooth, warm velvety hand. Up and down went the foreskin. The purplish swollen bulb at the end squished, popped like a wet plum into view over and over again with its dark-eyed slot glowering and opening, oozing more thick, oily, colorless fluid down onto her hands and fingers.
Gerard began groaning with delight. Everything was so slippery, so slithery and wet. The sensation of her smooth hand masturbating him so slowly, so exquisitely, was sensational... almost maddening!
"Gosh, just look at it," she said. "It's getting bigger and bigger! It's also getting hot. And... and it's almost as hard as a piece of steel."
Young Gerard was in a frenzy. He could barely make out her words, much less look down at the sight of his hard, wet prick in her hand. Slowly and sleekly, her closed fist moved up and down. Again he groaned. He squirmed, twisted, rotated his hips. All he was conscious of was the smooth, sleek, slippery, warm-wet sensations taking place along the entire length of his boyish cock.
Soon his cock was throbbing. It pulsated hard in her warm, velvety hand. She looked down at it quickly. "Well I think it's just about ready to explode and spurt," she said. She raised her eyes, looked at him devilishly, impishly. "Hold yourself still, darling," she said, "because now I'm going to make it spurt. In fact, I'm going to make it squirt real good!"
She slowly increased the slippery, slithery movement of her closed fist. She chafed his hard, wet young prick briskly. The slick friction of her racing hand was tantalizing. It inflamed his cock. Numbly Gerard stood there. He fought against the ever-increasing tension. He watched her with fascination and awe.
Simone cast a look up at him. "Come on, darling... cooperate. Just relax and let go. Let's make it spurt together!"
By now, Gerard was
beginning to realize just how deeply involved his mother was. Her eyes were bright and shining. Her lips were quivering slightly. "Look, stand perfectly still when it happens," she said with a tremor of excitement in her voice. "I-I want to watch the expression in your eyes... the look on your face as it pumps and squirts... as it shoots off its load of your young creamy white come!"
Gerard's prick started tingling like crazy. It swelled enormously. Knowingly, Simone stopped chafing and pumping her young son's cock. She slid her fist all the way down to the base of his prick, then just rested her hand there, motionless. Suddenly Gerard felt the familiar tension building up. His cock swelled and lurched. Smiling, his mother began squeezing his cock. At first, she squeezed it softly and rhythmically, almost coaxingly. Then she began squeezing harder. Again the tension mounted. Her son felt the sperm rising from his young testicles. A keen, piercing sensation suffused his groin, traveled like a thunderbolt through his entire prick.
Simone could sense his impending orgasm. She smiled, held his prick tightly, then she bent it upward. Again his cock lurched. It swelled and convulsed. "OH-H-H! OHhhh!" her young son started wailing. He leaned forward quickly, placed his hands on her shoulders as his knees sagged, as his lower body bucked and shuddered. My God! He was actually coming! His very own mother had jerked him off to what was probably going to be the biggest climax of his life!
Jetting forth with a rush, the first blob of thick white come leaped from the small hole at the end of his cock. "OMIGOSH!" he groaned ecstatically as it arced forward and plopped against his mother's slender, lily-white throat. Again his prick swelled. It convulsed, spat out another thick, creamy white glob. Then his mother slowly released her hand's tight grip and allowed the rest of it to spurt forward.
The front of her throat and dress caught most of the sluicing jets. Ignoring the thick white fluid, she concentrated on increasing her young son's pleasure. Slowly she raised her closed hand upward around his entire burning, exploding shaft. Then she plunged her hand up and down rhythmically, literally milking the thick white cream from him. "Close your eyes, Gerard. You're coming now!" Somehow her voice seemed softer, more loving and cooing. Also it sounded hoarser, more excited, more filled with a strange exotic pleasure of her own. "Goodness, it's easy to see that you're about to turn sixteen. Your come is thick and copious. Now just relax and let it pump and spurt. You're coming all over me... all over my neck and my dress... even right down into my lap!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Young Gerard Renault shuddered from head to toe. His hard cock was detonating, exploding-shooting his hot, thick come!-and right in his mothers own hand!
Again and again, his prick swelled and convulsed. Her hand tightened, relaxed, squeezed his spasming cock with artful expertise. Groaning, Gerard opened his eyes. He watched as his hard young organ spurted, catapulted his creamy white come outwards with tremendous force.
His mother's eyes were gleaming, almost cumivorous-looking. Her face looked flushed, dark and intense. Thick creamy blobs of white were leaping from the small gasping hole at the end of his cock, arcing through the air. Inadvertently, his mother held his prick higher. Quickly two or three gobs of white come landed on her face. One caught her in the corner of the eye, the next splattered against her cheek and the bridge of her nose. The third plopped next to the corner of her mouth.
Fascinated, Gerard watched as the three globs of white semen ran down along his mother's beautiful face. Slowly the one at the corner of her eyes flowed down, mingled with the one at the bridge of her nose, ran down the inner part of her cheek. The one at the corner of her mouth trickled down the side of her chin. His mother fluttered her long eyelashes. Two or three drops of white come remained caught. They hung like small white droplets on her curving black eyelash. Instinctively, she ran out her tongue. Her pink tongue darted, licked at the rivulet flowing down past the corner of her mouth. Shivering, Gerard felt an erotic chill run up his spine. Oh God, now she was tasting his come-actually licking it from her face!
It was a massive, prodigious discharge of sperm. Gerard sagged at the knees as his cock continued spurting, as the fierce, razor-like sensations of orgasm engulfed him, ripped through his loins savagely.
Soon his cock was spurting less strongly. It pumped weakly, spilled and billowed out the last of his come down onto her hand. Then it simply seeped and oozed. Stunned, young Gerard looked down at his spent cock. He watched it as it drained, as the liquid come trickled down his mother's fingers.
The side of Simone's face was glistening wetly. His pearly come was still running down her face. She made no move to wipe his semen from her face. "Goodness, what a huge outburst," she said, smiling at him. "I never thought a boy of your age could squirt out so much come!"
Simone Renault looked down at herself. "Goodness, what a mess! Y-You came all over me."
Gerard felt numb. He didn't know what to do or say. He gazed at his mother's wet, semen-bespattered face. Then he looked down into the open bodice of her dress. Gosh, what beautiful breasts she had! They were creamy and full, very vibrant looking. Lustfully he stared into the dark cleavage separating her two round, full, bursting breasts. Then he noticed the pools of semen lying atop them, the thin, wispy trails of pearly white liquid trickling and running down over them, deep into the dark cleavage between.
Simone smiled at him. "The sight of your come all over me excites you, doesn't it?" Gerard stood there motionless. Once more, he didn't know what to say. She grinned at him again. "Don't be afraid to admit it. Believe me, all men are fascinated by the idea of shooting their come all over a beautiful woman's face and body."
Somehow everything felt very unreal to Gerard. Even though she was his own mother, he felt terribly erotic, excited as all hell. Gosh, how unbelievable it all was! Could it all really have happened? And with his own mother, yet!
Simone's eyes returned to his cock. It was still semi hard and she stared at it. "God, what a beautiful, handsome young cock you have!"
Her eyes looked fascinated as they stared at his cock. She reached out, squeezed it, rolled it around in her hand. Instantly, Gerard froze. His prick was still wet and her hand was full of his come, so everything squished as she squeezed and milked it. Suddenly his mother's eyes grew moist. She licked her lips as she stared at his prick with a lustful look on her face. "Gosh... really it is most beautiful. I-I think I would like to kiss it." She paused for a second. Her eyes glazed as she gazed at his cock. "Yes... maybe I'll even do more than that," she said softly.
She leaned her head down, brought her lips close to his wet cock. First she kissed it, then she licked it with her tongue.
Gerard groaned as his mother's tongue licked his cock. God, what a sleek sensation! He had never felt anything like it in his life! He stood there motionless as her long pink tongue snaked out again. Then he shuddered and trembled as she licked the round smooth head of his cock.
Slowly her tongue circled the wet, filmy head of his glands. It moved, slid in a slow, tantalizing fashion. She curled the tip of her tongue, darted it into the come-filled slot at the end. Then she circled the rim of his glands again. Gerard stiffened. His cock leaped, began filling out, started to harden. Jesus, what a delicious sensation! Her tongue was so sleek and wet. It made his whole cock tingle, sent shivers up and down his spine.
Simone looked up at him as he squirmed in delight. She smiled. "Aha... I see that you like that."
Quickly she resumed licking his cock. She teased, tortured his burgeoning glands, then licked the entire round, hardening column of his prick. Again Gerard stiffened and groaned. His young cock was all hard again now. It was beating and throbbing. God, she was actually licking his prick... and she was licking the white come which was on it, too! The very sight of it set him ablaze, incited his lust. Softly he moaned as his mother continued licking his cock, laving and lapping it with the wet, delicious end of her smooth pink tongue. The whole feeling was simply fantastic. He had never felt anything so torturous, so sleek, so excruciatingly pleasurable.
Gerard's hard cock twitched and jerked. Simone looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Ah, look... your young, beautiful prick is all hot and anxious again. It's standing up, bobbing, practically begging for more."
Gerard still didn't know what to say. Somehow, he felt numb and speechless. She smiled at him coyly. "Tell me... how would you like it if I took it into my mouth?"
The question stunned young Gerard. He simply stared at his mother. Calmly she studied his face. She smiled, then returned her eyes to his cock. "Yes, I think that's what I'll do," she said. "I'll take it into my mouth... suck on it for you... spoil you a little. I'll acquaint you with one of the most exquisite pleasures which a woman can bestow upon a man."
Simone began licking his cock in earnest. Her tongue flicked, darted, slid along the broad underside, then returned and began circling the thin, sensitive tissue of his swollen, bulblike glands. "Umm, how delicious you taste. Your come tastes salty, but it's extremely good."
She hefted his balls with her hand, cradled them, then rolled and massaged them. "Ah yes, there is still plenty of come in your young testicles. I can tell by the way they feel. They feel heavy, laden with young, pure sperm."
Gerard's young prick was in a stage of towering erection. It was literally raging, straining like mad! Each lick, each touch of her velvety wet tongue had sent his mind reeling, had suffused his cock with delicious, intense sensations. God, how hard his prick felt. It felt just like a bar of steel. Somehow his cock felt as if it was on fire. Quickly he looked down at his prick. Gosh, his cock was all red! Even the thin, delicate tissue sheathing it was stretched tautly over the blue-ridged veins. No wonder it was tingling, burning like mad!
Simone grasped the thick base of his cock with her hand. She held it firmly as her mouth descended. Slowly her lips parted. They slid over the round, swollen head of his cock. Gerard groaned softly. He tensed. Oh my God, she was actually going to do it! She was actually going to take his hard cock into her mouth, suck on it!
Gerard's mind swam. His hard cock throbbed and jerked. God, how often he had fantasized something like this. At school, while masturbating, it was the one sure scene which would arouse his lust immediately-to imagine his cock implanted in a young girl's mouth, to feel her soft, warm mouth sucking and milking, gradually working him up to climax. Oh Jesus, he simply couldn't believe it! His mother's soft, lush lips were clasped about the head of his cock. His fantasy-the favorite of millions of young boys his age-was about to come true!
Simone's sleek, warm lips slipped over the crown of his dark purplish glands. The bulging rim disappeared as her wet lips slid slowly down the hard barrel of his cock. Gerard started moaning softly. Gosh, how wonderful her lips felt. They were full and lush, slippery-wet, almost slithery. His eyes widened as he watched her smooth lips engulf his cock. He trembled as he watched his hard prick slide deeper and deeper into her delicious, warm-wet mouth.
Finally Simone had almost all of his cock into her mouth. Fixing him with a mean, beady stare, she rolled it around, then began pressuring it with her lips, sucking at it softly and rhythmically.
Gerard just stood there tensely. He stared at the sight of his hard, young cock sticking into his mother's beautiful mouth. Wow! What a salacious sight! His prick was buried in her mouth, deep inside it. Her lips were clasped in a taut oval about it. Jesus, how exciting the sight was! How wonderful it felt. Inside, her mouth felt smooth and silken. It was warm and deliciously wet.
Slowly her head moved up and down. Her lips moved sleekly, claspingly upwards and downwards along the entire column of rigid flesh. Fascinated, Gerard watched her face as her cheeks hollowed inwards, as her mouth began sucking harder, siphoning at his cock more strongly.
Soon his prick was sliding in and out of her mouth at a brisker pace. He kept watching as his prick slid, disappeared deeply into her mouth, then reappeared again. Now his prick was glistening. It was all wet from the warm juices of her smooth, svelte mouth. Jesus, what a sight! What a fantastic feeling! It was just like sliding his prick through melting butter. He could actually feel the silken tissue of her inner cheeks as they hollowed around his cock. He could even feel the smooth, grainy feel of her incredible tongue as it bathed and washed his prick.
Gradually Gerard's hard young cock began to grow more sensitive. The sleek, slippery sliding of her lips up and down on his cock was excruciating, almost unbearable. Deep inside, the warm, wet salacious feeling of her delicious mouth was driving him crazy! Slowly he began squirming, rotating his hips. Jesus, but could his mother suck! The suction on his cock from her siphoning, sucking mouth was literally fantastic! It was doing all sorts of things to his cock, intensifying his feelings of lust and excitement.
Simone's eyes watched him carefully as she continued sucking his cock. Soon his hips were moving back and forth. Her eyes beamed as she watched him squirm, as he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth deliberately in rhythm to her tightly clasping lips. Again and again, she hollowed her cheeks. She sucked harder, more strongly!
Gerard felt as if he was going out of his mind! His entire prick felt inflamed. Tiny little pinpricks of sensation were beginning to suffuse the surface of his cock. His prick swelled, began throbbing harder, faster! Slowly he began humping, fucking his mother's mouth as she sucked his cock.
Finally Gerard couldn't stand it any longer. The sleek, warm, deliciously wet sensations increased the sensitivity of his cock, made it burgeon and swell in her mouth. Oh God, how excruciating it all felt. Her lips and mouth were moving very rapidly on his cock. Now his prick felt as if it were about to burst!
Simone sensed that he was approaching orgasm. Carefully she cradled his young balls with her hand. She held his cock firmly at the base, then raced her mouth and lips furiously up and down the entire length of his cock.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh-GOD!" wailed young Gerard. Jesus, he just couldn't take it anymore. His whole prick was throbbing, burning. His entire cock was swelling gigantically, burgeoning in his mother's mouth! Now he was beginning to feel a strong build-up of pressure and tension in his loins!
Suddenly his mother released his cock from her mouth. She held it at the base as it throbbed, then looked up at him with a smile. "Listen, Gerard... you're about to come. When I start sucking your cock again, don't hold back. Just give in to whatever you feel. When you come, I want you to come into my mouth."
Gerard listened attentively. He could scarcely believe his ears. God, what was she saying? She was telling him to come in her mouth... to spurt his manly young sperm directly into her mouth and throat!
Simone looked excited as she bent her head and took his cock into her mouth again. Somehow she seemed very pleased, content.
Gerard started groaning as the intense, excruciating tension mounted in his loins, as her mouth suctioned harder on his cock. Oh God, now it was almost unbearable. Everything deep inside was seething, swelling. His cock felt as if it would explode! Suddenly he couldn't hold back any longer. "AGHhhh! OHHhhh!... OH-MY GOD!" he cried out as the tight, spastic sensation deep in his groin swelled and burst.
Gerard's mind reeled. He actually saw stars, flashes of colored light. The strong, fierce sensations gripped him, traveled up into his cock. They tore through him savagely, ruthlessly. His cock leaped, then lurched as the sperm rushed up from his balls. Finally it began spasming, convulsing. "OHHhhh! OHHhhh!" he groaned as his cock exploded, as the sperm leaped and jetted from his young body.
Gerard's whole body began shuddering, quaking. His hard cock was swelling and erupting. It was spurting, squirting-gushing his hot liquid come right into his mother's all-engulfing, all-consuming mouth! Again he groaned. He stiffened as each convulsive spasm tore through his groin, as his cock swelled and kept belching the come from him. Deftly, his mother squeezed his cock at the base in an effort to control the heavy, prodigious outflow and Gerard felt his cock pumping, just spilling out his come into her hungry, avid, working mouth.
Simone seemed ecstatic as she watched the expression on her young son's face. Carefully her eyes watched the way his lips were twisting, the way his eyes were bulging, the way his features were contorting.
Again and again, his cock swelled. Each time, it pumped, billowed out another huge swell of thick, heavy, liquid white come into his mother's smooth, soft mouth. Dazed, Gerard looked down. God, her mouth must be full with it. His cock was pumping strongly, profusely. In fact, he didn't even know where all of the sperm was coming from. Sagging at the knees, he grasped the sides of his beautiful mother's face. He held her head tightly as his cock kept pumping, as the spasms kept ripping through him. Idly he noticed that the pearly liquid come from his last spending was still lying on her face. He studied it lustfully as it lay there, as it continued trickling down her face. God, what a wild sight! It was downright lascivious, lewd-exciting as all hell!
Suddenly a heavy swell of white come rolled out over his mother's lower lip. It foamed, spilled over and rolled down her chin. At the corners of her mouth, more of his white sperm began seeping and escaping past her lips. Drawing her head back, his mother started gulping and swallowing, drinking down the heavy abundant come which he was spilling into her mouth.
Gerard simply stared at her. Gosh, now she was swallowing down his come. Oh dear Jesus, it was all just too much! It was more than his young mind could stand. Imagine!-being sucked off by your own mother, someone as ravishing and beautiful as she... and then watching her slender throat as it gulped and swallowed your warm liquid come down!
Finally the keen, heavy spasms began lessening in intensity. Relaxing, Gerard felt his cock merely seeping, oozing out his come. Wickedly his mother looked up at him. She sucked harder and harder, siphoned every last drop from him. Then detaching her mouth and lips from his spent cock, she deliberately threw her head back and opened her mouth widely before him.
Again Gerard felt as if he was in a daze. Numbly he looked down into his mother's open mouth. Quietly he gasped. He shivered. God, he could actually see some of his own liquid white come still lying there deeply in her mouth. His come was all pearly, milky like cream. Some of it was bubbling, frothing between her gums and teeth. At the center, cradled in the curved depression of her smooth tongue, more of the thick, pearly liquid pooled. Gradually it swilled, then it slowly ran down the back of her tongue to join the rest of the pulpy gruel lying at the entrance to her throat.
Winking at him, Simone tilted her head further back. Slowly the rest of his liquid white come ran down the rear of her throat. Then she simply stared at him as she gulped and swallowed. After it was all over, his mother wiped her lips with her hand. Then she smiled at him. "Well, now we have completed one phase of your education. I certainly hope you enjoyed it."
Gerard kept thinking about the sight of his milky come lying in his mother's open mouth. Gosh, how wanton she was. She had opened her mouth deliberately, just to show it to him... to arouse and excite him... to incite his feelings of eroticism and lust.
Rising, his mother patted his head. Then she slowly ran her tongue around the inside of her mouth. "Umm... your come tastes real good. I can still feel it and taste it. It's sticky, clinging to the roof of my mouth. In fact, some of it is still coating the walls of my throat."
Gerard stared at his mother. He felt completely spent, exhausted. God, what an experience it had been. How thrilling! How lustful and exciting! Quietly he looked up at his beautiful mother. He still couldn't believe that it had all actually happened... that she had sucked his cock... that she had swallowed all of his come down into her stomach.
Simone studied him carefully. She grinned at the stupefied, incredulous look on his face. "Listen, you're tired now. I've just taught you a lot. Also I made you come two times in a row. So now, just relax. Rest yourself for a while. Later, your mind will begin to assimilate things. You'll be able to understand that there are other ways to enjoy a woman's body besides copulating with her in the usual fashion."
Simone walked slowly over to the door. She gave him a last fond look as her hand grasped the door knob. "Now remember, don't be late for dinner."
CHAPTER FIVE
Later that night, Gerard accompanied his mother to her bedroom.
"Now it is time to complete your education, to show you all that is really necessary to know about women and sex," Simone said to him.
Gerard followed her like a lost lamb. His mind was still a little numb, unable to grasp the reality of what was happening to him. Curiously he looked at his mother. She was so beautiful! It was difficult to believe that she actually was his own mother. Instead, she looked like a stranger, a compelling, dark-haired beauty from somewhere afar. Inside he felt excited, terribly erotic. A nagging sense of guilt bothered his conscience. He began to understand the viewpoint of some of the boys at school who teased him about having such a sensuous, attractive woman for a mother. He looked at her, studied her again. No, it was impossible to relate to her as a mother. Her beauty was much too ethereal, too far removed from the ordinary. Everything about her attracted him strongly, stirred the lust in his veins-even her hair, her superb figure, the way she walked and spoke.
Simone seemed completely at ease with what she was doing. Though Gerard was her son, she saw him as a naive young boy, an innocent striving to understand the world about him. To her, he was like a student and she was his teacher. And she was merely providing him with the proper instruction which she felt was necessary for him to cope with the matters of sex and the feminine gender.
"I'm going to send you to another school this fall," she said to him. "Really, it is a crime for a boy your age to be secluded in an all male school. What you really need is a school where there are girls attending, as well. Then you will be able to put into practice many of the things which I am teaching you. Your horizons will broaden and you will develop more normally, become more experienced and informed in the worldly matter of sex."
When they got to her room, Simone went to her closet. She took down a black leather portfolio, then handed it to him. "Here, since pictures seem to excite you, have a look at some of these."
Gerard took the portfolio from her. He sat down on the bed and opened it.
The portfolio contained a series of color photographs. Gerard immediately realized that they were all of his mother. The first two pages showed her as a young girl, even younger than the other pictures he had discovered of her earlier that very afternoon. Again he marveled at the lithe superbness of her youthful figure, the satiny texture of her pink-tinted skin, her round, uplifted breasts with the two erect, turgid oral nipples thrusting outwards.
Gerard turned the pages slowly as his mother watched him carefully. He gasped. Once again, it was a picture of his mother completely in the nude. She was sitting, half-reclining, on a small stage with her legs, her nude body and dark-haired pubis facing the camera directly. Above, immediately behind her, there was a man. The man looked as if he was in his mid-twenties. The man was also nude, but his head and his hands were locked into some strange-looking wooden contraption. Finally Gerard realized what it was. It was a set of stocks, one of those old wooden contrivances which the early Pilgrims used to lock up their offenders to society. Gerard's eyes widened as he studied the man's body. His penis was standing straight out, hanging over his mother's head. It was all hard and it was huge, very thick and long!
Quickly he turned the page. In the next photograph, his mother's hand was grasping the man's big prick, squeezing it and milking it as the man's features contorted in agony and pleasure.
Gerard began feeling his own prick swelling. The photographs were excellent, very finely focused and obviously the work of a professional. The expression on his mother's face was devilish. Her eyes were beaming. She looked teasing and wanton, both at the same time. Gerard's prick stiffened. From the tableau, obviously the man was her prisoner and she was torturing him by deliberately playing with his cock!
The photographs grew wilder. In the next one, she was teasing his inflamed, engorged, hard prick with the tip of her tongue. Now the man's face was reflecting his agony as her delicate pink tongue licked at his cock.
The next photo was a close-up. It showed only the man's huge, hard organ and his mother's mouth and tongue. With her hand, she had stripped back the foreskin. And now the large, swollen, purplish bulb of the man's glands was revealed. At the end of it, oozing from the open slot, a huge liquid drop had formed. It was hanging pendulously and the tip of his mother's sleek tongue was poised immediately beneath it.
In the next photograph, the large opalescent drop was lying on his mother's tongue. There was a look of excitement in her face, something dark, satanic and wicked. Gerard gulped as he turned to the next page. Now the man's wide-girthed cock was in her ravishing mouth. Again the man looked as if he was squirming in torture. Her lips were stretched cruelly in a wide oval around the stupendously large round column of the man's hard cock. It was easy to see that the man's huge organ was much too large for her mouth. Gerard moaned as he studied his mother's lips clasped tightly around the hard, throbbing penis. Gosh, how stretched they were! Her lips looked as if they were ready to burst, tear apart at the corners! Down below, his own prick began to twitch and jerk.
The next photograph showed the man sagging at the knees. His body was all tense and even his thigh muscles were bulging. On his face, there was an expression of agonized bliss, a look of pure ecstatic pleasure. Beneath him, Gerard's beautiful young mother was still holding his prick in her hand. She was holding it poised, aiming directly at her wide open mouth. Gerard gasped. God, what a picture! She had finally worked the imprisoned young man up to climax and now his cock was spurting, jetting, squirting his hot, thick, liquid white come directly into his mother's open, waiting, inviting young mouth!
Gerard felt his excitement escalating as he perused the next few pictures. Again his mother was working on the young man's cock, milking it with her hand, smiling at him shrewdly, almost lewdly. The next photograph showed her torturing his semi-hard prick with her wet, glistening tongue again. Quickly Gerard turned the page. The man's huge red cock was buried in his mother's soft mouth. Her lips were clasped tightly around his cock. Once again, his face was registering deep ecstasy, combined torturous agony. He was climaxing, reaching orgasm, shooting his come deep inside her mouth!
Heavy swells of thick white come were spilling down over his mother's lower lip. At the corners of her mouth, more liquid white come was escaping, seeping and trickling down her chin. Quietly Gerard gulped. He had never seen a picture like this. Obviously his mother's mouth was full with the man's come. He was discharging heavily, profusely and her mouth and throat couldn't keep up with the copious flow. Calmly he studied the front of her throat. Yes, her throat was swallowing, gulping. He studied the expression on his mother's face. Her eyes looked dull and glazed, as if caught in a trance. On her face there was an expression of deep bliss! Goodness, she was actually relishing it, enjoying it immensely!
Gerard's young hands were trembling as he reached the last of the photographs. The photos had been arranged in a format, just like the frames of a movie. Altogether, his mother had made the young man climax at least eight times. In one of the pictures, she had tortured him and made him climax with his prick nestled between her full, round breasts, taking the full burst of his ejaculation right in her face, even in her hair. In another, she had made the man climax by shoving her long slender finger right up his asshole. In the next one, she had simply masturbated his tortured organ to a mass of red pulp, then opened her mouth to receive his sperm.
Finally Gerard reached the last photograph. The young man was unconscious, hanging limply from the stocks with his hands drooping and his head lolling foolishly. Standing now, his mother was looking at him with a proud, triumphant expression on her face.
Simone smiled as she saw the look on her young son's face, also the bulge tenting the front of his pants. "They're very good, aren't they?" she said. "They all come from a movie I once made for an eccentric millionaire in Paris. Of course, I was very young then, only eighteen. Still, it was quite an experience. As far as the young man was concerned, all of it was utterly real. We really imprisoned him, shackled him in that contraption. And then I went to work on him for a full three hours."
Gerard's young eyes returned to the picture showing the young man hanging limply and unconscious from the stocks. He shuddered. God, what an experience it must have been for the young man. What stamina, what endurance he must have possessed to endure being brought to climax so many times. No wonder he was so spent, so exhausted... completely unconscious.
Suddenly his mother laughed. "Really, the young man was quite a remarkable specimen. Naturally, the whole idea was to see how often I could make the young man come while filming it all. But God, I never dreamed that he could be made to come so often. And gosh, but did I have to drink down an awful lot of come. Every time he climaxed, he came like a bull. Really, I never saw so much come in my life. Of course, the millionaire was very pleased. He was paying very handsomely, so he insisted that I drink down every last ounce of the young man's come. So I cooperated and did it. I drank everything down. But God, by the time I was through it almost felt as if I had swallowed down at least a gallon of the thick, creamy stuff."
Gerard's eyes were now on the last photograph. It was a picture of his mother, standing erect on her knees before the camera. Her face and body was all smeared with come. Some of it was even in her hair. Studiously he gazed at the picture. His mother looked proud, almost radiant. Behind her, the young man was still hanging limply from the stocks. Jesus, how beautiful his mother looked! He could imagine all that thick sperm swilling around in her young, tender belly. Slowly his eyes perused the photograph. His gaze fixed at her full, ripe, out-thrusting breasts, studied their fullness and roundness, their inviting resiliency.
Simone began undressing as he stared at the last photograph. She smiled as she noticed him staring at her huge, beautiful breasts. Slipping out of her bra, she walked over to him. Then she presented her two large, full breasts to him. "Here, feel them and squeeze them."
Gerard looked up from the photograph. He gasped as he looked at the two perfectly formed breasts before his eyes. Quickly he looked down at the photograph again. They looked exactly like the same breasts in the picture-full, firm and round, perfectly formed and without a blemish upon them to mar their creamy whiteness.
Simone cradled her breasts with her hands. She hefted them for him, pointed the coral-tipped nipples directly at his face. "Come... don't be afraid. Feel them. Handle them and squeeze them."
Gerard raised his hands slowly. He trembled, grasped both of her breasts, began fondling and squeezing them. Again his mind swam deliciously. Her breasts felt smooth-incredibly smooth. They were warm and large. They felt very full, firm but resilient to his moist hands. Quietly he continued squeezing her breasts, marveling at the experience. Smiling, Simone threw her head back. She moaned softly as his hands squeezed and pressured her breasts, bringing the twin coral-tipped nipples to full, stiff erection.
Suddenly she withdrew her breasts from his hands. "There... that's enough. Look at my nipples. They are protruding, standing out like two hard turrets. This means that I'm excited. Now, open your mouth. I will show you what a man must do when such a thing happens."
Gerard felt her breast glide over his face. The resilient flesh molded against his mouth and his lips and the hard, erect, turret-like nipple slipped deeply into his mouth. "Now, suck on my breast. Pay particular attention to the nipple. Bathe it with your tongue. Tease it by darting your tongue around it. Then nibble it gently and softly with your teeth and lips."
Gerard did as he was told. His mouth was full with her breast. He circled the turgid nipple slowly with his tongue. He sucked at it gently. The nipple stiffened, hardened in his mouth, grew and enlarged. "Oh, my darling boy... that feels delicious. You are doing it just right, almost like a professional lover."
Gerard kept sucking his mother's full; smooth breast. Eventually she withdrew it, then presented her other warm breast to his mouth for the same treatment. "Remember, a woman always loves to have her breasts fondled and sucked and her nipples titillated. It's very important if a man wants to arouse a woman properly."
Gerard began nibbling at her nipple with his firm lips. He rolled it around in his mouth, nipped at it gently with the keen edges of his teeth. Immediately his mother's eyes widened. She seemed startled by his natural, inborn instincts. Tiny squeals of delight escaped past her lips. "Mon Dieu-what talent!"
Soon Simone felt thoroughly aroused. She looked down at her son and noticed how intensely his eyes were studying her curved tummy, her navel, her firm, strong-muscled, satiny thighs and long, graceful legs. Gently she smiled. She was standing before him almost nude, simply in her panties. She reached out, took hold of his hand, brought it to the division between her thighs. "Now, let me show you what happens when a woman becomes aroused."
Deftly she slipped his hand under the elastic of her panties. She guided it into her hairy pubis, into the feminine slit between her legs.
Gerard couldn't help but gasp as his fingers slid into the soft, wet slit. Gosh, how slippery and silken it felt. Everything felt warm, deliciously moist. He continued sucking on his mother's breast as his fingers searched and explored, slid through the lubricous warmth.
Simone began to rotate her cunt on his hand. "When a woman becomes excited, her cunt becomes moist, very wet. Now push your fingers inward. Search out and find the warm hole leading up into my body."
Gerard felt as if he was in a daze again. His fingers probed and searched, pushed upward. Suddenly the tips of his fingers found the soft, warm oval entrance to her vagina. "Good... now push two of your fingers up into me," she said. "Push them as far up into me as you can."
Gerard pushed. His two fingers slid right up to the knuckle, deep in her vagina. Squirming, Simone squealed. She resumed writhing, rubbing her wet cunt and her clitoris against his hand. "Push your fingers in DEEPER!" she cried out. "Then begin pushing and sliding them in and out!"
Gerard's fingers felt as if they were buried in soft warm butter. The walls of her vagina felt incredibly smooth, almost silken. Also her vagina was filmy and he could feel the warm secretions bathing and running down his fingers. Obeying her, he began sliding his fingers up and down. He pushed them deep into her warm body, then pulled them down again.
Simone groaned as his fingers moved up and down. "FASTER! HARDER!" she cried out, twisting and writhing against his hand. "I-I'm getting ready to come!"
Gerard looked up and saw the excitement in his mother's face. God, how beautiful she looked. The pupils of her eyes had grown larger, darker. The whites of her eyes were bright and shining. Slowly the nostrils of her nose flared and receded. Her entire face flushed, beamed with a look of lascivious beatitude.
Simone continued gyrating against his hand. Gerard plunged his fingers deeply into her, slid them harder and faster. Finally something incredible started to happen. His mother's body stiffened. Her eyes rolled back and her entire face tautened. Down below, deep inside of her, Gerard began feeling a tight clenching around his fingers, a series of strong squeezes.
Simone threw her head back. She-gripped his shoulders hard. "Oh dear God, I-I'm coming!" she wailed. "Oh, my sweet Gerard, don't stop now. Keep doing it! Shove your fingers deep into me!"
The tight clenching grew stronger, more spastic. Warm liquid began to run down his fingers. Her body shuddered, trembled. Groaning, Simone bit down on her lip. She held his shoulders harder, more firmly.
Gerard realized that his mother was in the throes of an orgasm. He watched her beautiful face, studied the look of blissful ecstasy as it spread across her features. Gosh, how exciting it all was. How fascinating it was to watch a woman's face as her body shuddered and quaked with intense, excruciating pleasure.
Finally the tight inner spasms and clenching subsided. Shuddering massively, his mother released her grip from his shoulders. "Oh, my God! That was absolutely beautiful. I" she said. She smiled at him warmly, then patted his cheek. "Thank you, Gerard. You did it just right. It was a perfectly marvelous climax."
Gerard's two fingers were still buried deeply in her vagina. Gently she withdrew his hand from her wet cunt. "Now, go back to the book. Study the photographs again while I recuperate and prepare myself for your next lesson."
Gerard was all excited. His prick was as hard as a bar of steel. Numbly he looked at his two fingers. He studied the wet filmy liquid encasing them. Then he brought them up to his nose and inhaled the deep musky scent of her wet, succulent, female secretions.
* * *
Simone was lying on the bed. She had removed her panties and she was completely naked now. Crooking her finger, she beckoned to him. "Come, now that you have felt it, I'm going to show you what a woman looks like down there."
Gerard stood up and stared at his mother. God, how luscious she looked lying nude on top of the bed like that. Everything about her looked rich and sensuous, succulent, inviting. Her jet-black hair was sprawled out all over the white pillow. Her smooth, rounded shoulders shone as if they were polished and her round breasts were heaving rhythmically atop her chest. Slowly his eyes traveled her naked body. Gosh, how smooth and satiny her skin looked. Her waist, small and curving, flared out into wide hips, strong thighs and long, graceful legs. From where he was standing, he could even see the curve of her smooth, rounded belly, the black mossy triangle of coiled black pubic hair at her crotch.
Simone could see that his eyes were smoldering with lust and excitement. "Remove your clothes," she said. "I want to see you all naked, too."
Gerard scrambled out of his clothes quickly. His hands, his entire body was trembling. Inside, he could feel the deep inner heat of his own feverish excitement. God, what a sense of lust he was feeling. It was almost like being on fire. His young, hard cock sprang as he tore down his shorts. It leaped, bobbed and weaved in the air like a hard young sapling as he kicked his shorts off from his ankles. Then it pointed straight out as he walked over to his mother.
Simone smiled as she watched her young son approach with his hard prick standing out before him. She splayed her creamy thighs apart. Then she beckoned his eyes to the pouting slit resting between. "Quick! Kneel on the bed! Climb up between my legs and examine it with your eyes."
Gerard clambered up on the bed. He knelt, inched his way up between his mother's smooth, outstretched thighs. Then he looked up between them.
The sight before his eyes way enthralling, exciting. Her thighs were stretched widely apart and the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt were exposed. His prick started throbbing as his eyes traced the wet, fleshy folds. Gosh, what a salacious sight! It was just like looking at one of those open-crotch color photographs in the porno magazines which the boys circulated around so surreptitiously at school. Only this time, he was looking at the real thing. He was actually gazing at a live, human cunt!
The lips of her cunt looked lush and wet. They formed an elongated oval. At the top, a nub hung down, encased in its own fleshy folds. Simone stretched her legs wider. The lips of her cunt opened, parted and Gerard feasted his eyes on the delicate, healthy pink tissue inside.
Gerard kept staring at the luscious, succulent sight. Simone brought her hands down slowly. She inserted two fingers of each hand into her cunt, then stretched and pulled the fleshy lips apart. 'There, now you can see better," she said.
Gerard narrowed his eyes. He studied the sleek inner pink tissue. God, how succulent, how juicy it all looked. His mother's cunt was all wet. It was glistening and beads of moisture were adhering to its wet, slimy walls. At the center, his eyes could make out the dark hole, the orifice of her vagina.
Simone smiled as she took note of his fascinated, hypnotized gaze. Slowly her long slender fingers extended themselves. She snaked them, inserted them deep into her vagina, then pulled the tight hole widely apart for him. "There! Now I'm completely open. Quick, look deeply inside of me! Look up into the tunnel of love, right up to the very end!"
Gerard needed no encouragement. His eyes burrowed, peered straight into the lush, wet, open hole. Once again, he marveled at the sight. Then he moaned with delight. Inside, the walls were pink and moist. They gleamed lustrously. Quickly he stretched himself out flat between her open thighs. He brought up his head, then peered more deeply into her moist, intimate tunnel. Again his eyes bulged. The walls of her inner cunt looked smooth, almost slimy. They were covered with the thin oily film of her secretions. Clinging to the round walls, dewy drops of moisture glistened like small beads of sweat. Smiling, he stared up deeper into her inner feminine core. He studied the wet, heavily mucoused walls, the slithery, polished sheen of juicy, clean, healthy female tissue, the meaty, pulpy flesh which he knew could bring so much pleasure, cause such intense, slick pleasurable sensations for a man once he had his cock imbedded there.
Gerard was acutely aware that he was gazing into the true intimate core of his mother's feminity, that he was staring at the inner, secret source of her femaleness. His prick throbbed harder. His heart pounded as his eye saw a tiny slit. It was buried deeply inside her, right at the end of her moist, open tunnel. His eyes widened as they watched the tiny mouth-like aperture pucker and gasp.
Simone watched the expression on his face. "Look deep into me. Do you see the small opening at the end?"
Gerard nodded his head.
"Good. That is my cervix," she said. "Physically, it is the entrance to my uterus and womb... the very place where you were conceived... where you were born from."
All at once, his mother was terribly aroused. She looked at him soulfully with dark, impenetrable eyes. "Now, my darling boy, it is time for you to experience the ultimate. Come... climb up between my thighs. I want you to stick your prick into me... fuck me!"
Gerard's ears pricked up as he heard his mother's words. He could scarcely believe what he was hearing. His heart raced swiftly. The blood thundered through his veins. Holy Mother of God! Now she was going to let him fuck her! It was no longer just a teasing lecture or demonstration between a mother and son... or just some fantasy. Stupefied, he raised himself. He looked down into his mother's lovely face. No, she wasn't kidding. Neither was she teasing. Instead, she was just lying there... lying there waiting for him!
Gerard's head was swimming as he climbed up between her thighs on his knees. Dazed, he took hold of his young, hard prick with his hand. He guided it into the soft, fleshy folds. "That's it! Now, push! Stick it all up into me!" ordered his mother.
Gerard leaned forward. He pushed. Slowly the head of his prick slid inside her. Then the rest of his cock slipped deeply into her. Gosh, how warm her cunt felt! It was so smooth and sleek. His prick felt as if it was entering a soft, velvety vise.
Simone smiled at him. She reached up her arms, linked them about his neck. "See, now isn't that good? Now, start moving. Slide your prick in and out of me."
Gerard still felt as if he was in a daze. He began sliding his prick in and out of his mother's warm, tautly clasping, moist cunt. Gosh, how fascinating it all felt. Everything deep inside of her felt so sleek, so filmy wet. Soon small tingles began to suffuse his hard cock. He began sliding faster, plunging a little, humping and fucking.
"Ah, good... now you have the hang of it," said his mother. Quickly she threw up her legs. She entwined them about his back, then she began gyrating, moving up and down in rhythm with him. "Oh, my gosh... t-that feel so good!" she said. "My, what a fucker you are! I would never have believed that you would be such an apt pupil."
Gerard's lust and excitement grew. The sleek slitheriness of her smooth, warm cunt began to arouse his prick. Now his cock was pulsating, beating hard as he moved faster and faster. God, who would believe it! He was finally fucking his first female. And the first female he was fucking was his very own mother!
Gerard began thrusting at her, faster and more ruthlessly. Inside, her cunt was warm, almost hot. It was mucid and lubricous, yet it held him tightly. Oh my God, it was almost as if his cock was caught in a long, tight sleeve. He was buried deep in his mother's body and he could feel the heat of her inner core.
Quickly Gerard looked down. He watched as his hard young prick glistened, moved in and out of her body. God, what a rapturous sensation! His head felt heavy and swollen with lust. What bliss! What sheer ecstasy! And to be able to see it all, too!
Simone's eyes were closed. Her features were taut as her young son bucked and leaped, as his hard cock plunged and dived.
Soon Gerard began to feel the tension building in his loins. Grasping him tightly, his mother groaned. "OH, GOD... I-I'M COMINNNGGG!" she wailed as her cunt squeezed, vised and clenched his imprisoned cock.
Gerard's strong prick began pulsating as again and again, her cunt spasmed as her orgasm intensified. Swiftly the sperm uncoiled from his balls. It churned, surged upwards, entered the hard, round barrel of his rigid cock. Then his prick detonated, squirting his thick, creamy come into his mother's soft, inviting belly.
CHAPTER SIX
Nicole was deliriously happy. She was sixteen now and she was developing into a ravishing young girl. During the past year, her father had managed to exchange his faraway post out in the Arabian lands for one perhaps a bit less exalted, but more convenient, at home in England, in order to be near her at all times, in order to live with his darling young daughter and continue their mad love affair together. Thus she now had the best of two worlds, both her father and a lover, as well-someone to love, protect and look after her... and someone to please the strong, zestful appetites of her young, nubile body.
Nicole's life with her father was idyllic. Her governess had been dismissed and her father attended her every need and want. In return, Nicole played out her role as his dutiful daughter. She was charming and demure one moment, coquettish the next-even flirtatious, devilishly wanton... the perfect mistress.
While gamboling with her father sexually, Nicole had learned many new things about herself. One of these things was that she was an outrageous tease. For some reason, she just loved teasing and torturing a man. She liked to work him up until he literally couldn't stand it any longer, until his body shivered and quivered with lust, became frenzied, frantic with desire for the sweet bliss, the heavenly release of orgasm. Another thing she learned about herself was that she had a great capacity for lewdness. She would do anything, absolutely anything to incite and inflame her father with lust, escalate his desire to the bursting point, make him drool with passion, cause him to become lost in a world of wild, feverish eroticism and excruciating excitement.
As far as her father was concerned, it was all perfectly wonderful. He loved to be teased, took great delight in his young daughter's highly innovative, lustful nature. So thus, his pleasure with her was doubled... since he more than enjoyed all of her antics.
* * *
Nicole was busy mouthing her father's cock. She held the foreskin back, rolled the round, swollen glands salaciously around in her mouth. Both of them were in her bed. At present, her father had just gotten through with fucking her. First, he had eaten her pussy. His tongue had twirled, swirled around deep in her cunt, licked the slimy walls. His mouth and lips had sucked, kneaded her fleshy folds, mashed her sensitive clitoris, brought her to orgasm repeatedly until she could stand it no longer. Then he had plunged his huge, hard cock into her soft, tender young body. He had ravished it with his cock, enjoyed the oily, tight-clasping walls of her sleek, warm inner cunt... and then he had pumped his hot manly come directly into her belly.
Nicole licked the filmy head of his cock with her tongue. She always enjoyed doing this right after her father fucked her. His cock was still coated with his come and it tasted delicious.' Since her own cunt always spasmed and came whenever he fucked her, she could taste her own slimy secretions as well.
Edmond Ashley always enjoyed the sight of his cock buried in his young daughter's mouth, too, especially after fucking her so heartily. He looked down at her, moaned as her warm, wet mouth worked on his cock, as her sweet, smooth tongue glided and licked at it sleekly. "Ah, Nicole, you are truly a father's delight. You are not only wanton, but you are deliciously lewd!"
Nicole looked up at her father. Her eyes were beaming brightly. "Umm... glub," her young mouth crooned as she continued mouthing and licking his come-filled cock. She stopped for a moment, grinned at him. "Daddy, it gives me great joy to give you pleasure. I simply adore making love to your big cock like this. Anything which gives you pleasure, pleases me also."
Her father smiled down at her, patted her blonde head. Nicole placed his cock back into her mouth, resumed mouthing, licking and sucking it.
All of a sudden, Nicole felt her father's cock jerk. It filled out, enlarged in her young mouth. Quickly she became excited. She mouthed, sucked at it harder, faster! Sometimes, when her father was particularly filled with lust, he would come again while she was mouthing and sucking his prick. It hadn't happened often, but it had happened occasionally.
Edmond Ashley began to stiffen. He could feel all of it happening, the sperm spiraling up from his heavily-laden balls. "Oh, Nicole... I-I'm going to come again. I'm going to come right in your lovely mouth!"
His cock wasn't hard. It felt just like a big sausage lolling in her mouth. Nicole waited quietly. She sucked softly, rolled his meaty prick about. Suddenly his limp, fat cock swelled in her mouth. It gasped, spilled out his warm come. She swallowed and gulped quickly, just as another huge swell of warm come pumped and spilled out into her mouth. Once more, she felt his hot come roll. It slid down her throat like thick, slimy egg-white. His cock pumped. More creamy come filled her mouth, slid down her gasping, gulping throat.
Nicole rolled her eyes as she drank down her father's semen. She particularly liked it when her father came like this, when his cock was semi-limp. Instead of gushing strongly, his cock merely pumped. It spilled out heavy billowing waves, huge swells of thick, warm come. In a way, she really appreciated it better. Her mouth would fill with his come, but she could swallow more slowly, savor the pungent flavor of his thick, creamy semen, gulp each huge swell and glob without straining her throat and without fear of gagging or retching.
Edmond Ashley closed his eyes. He squinted as his face tensed with pleasure-deep, ecstatic joy! His body shivered and leaped. Nicole smiled to herself. Oh, how wonderful it was to suck a man's cock, to drain him of his semen, to gulp, swallow and ingest his hot liquid manhood down, to see the expression on his face, feel the wild paroxysm overwhelm his body, limbs and torso.
The heavy swells began to subside. His cock pumped weakly, merely seeped out his come. Gulping again, Nicole swallowed down the last of his sperm. She released his cock from her mouth. Then she teased his cock by licking the oozing slot with the tip of her tongue.
Edmond Ashley felt spent. The second orgasm had really exhausted him. Looking down, he smiled as he watched his young daughter lick his cock. Really, the sensation was quite fantastic. After coming, his cock was so sensitive, even the merest touch of her tongue sent shivers running up his spine.
His eyelids began to feel heavy. Now he was basking in that quiet, wonderful lassitude which always followed a good spending of come. His eyelids closed slowly. Ah, how utterly relaxed he felt. He felt satisfied, content beyond measure. Slowly his mind started drifting. His head nodded, rolled to the side as he gently fell asleep.
Nicole kept her father's limp cock in her mouth as he slept and dozed. She rolled it, sucked on it softly. For some reason, it always delighted her when her father fell asleep like this. When he fell asleep with his cock in her mouth, then it was all hers. She could do with it as she pleased-roll it around, mouth it, suck on it, whatever her whim dictated. Sometimes her father's cock would fill out and enlarge in her mouth as he slept. At other times, it would even leak, seep out some of its bland, oily, pre-discharge fluid. Then she'd lap up the filmy fluid, mix it with the saliva from her mouth and then just lie there content. When she eventually fell asleep herself, usually her father's limp cock would still be in her mouth. It would lie there heavily, loll there thickly.
It was well into the night before either of them woke up. Edmond Ashley was the first to open his eyes. He looked down and saw that his limp cock was still lying in his young daughter's mouth. Ah, what a delightful sight. Her lips were still clasped in an oval around his cock. Her lips were nibbling gently and her mouth was sucking softly, instinctively. God, how fantastic. His lovely young daughter was still sucking his cock. Her mouth and lips were working on it as she slept. How lascivious, how wonderful his young daughter was. Truthfully, she really loved the feeling of a man's cock lying in her mouth. She loved it so much she would go on sucking it all night long as she slept, if he let her.
Nicole opened her eyes. The stirring of his manly organ in her mouth had awakened her. She smiled, looked up at him. Then she began rolling his swelling, semi-limp cock around in her mouth, sucking at it harder again.
Edmond Ashley pushed his hand against her smooth forehead. "No... No, Nicole. Don't do that. It will only end with my coming in your mouth again."
Nicole looked confused, a bit disappointed. "But, Papa -why not? You know it always gives me great pleasure to have you come in my mouth."
Edmond Ashley smiled. How devilish and lewd his young daughter was. It was indeed a pleasure to possess such a charming, delightful child for a daughter, someone so innocent and anxious to please, who could be so natural and lascivious, both at the same time.
His eyes moistened as he patted her round, smooth bottom. "Nicole, my darling," he murmured. "For a long time, I have had a particular desire. Truthfully, it is something which we have never done before."
Nicole's eyes brightened enthusiastically. "Oh, please, tell me what it is. What can it be that we have not already done?"
Edmond Ashley studied his daughter's face. He decided to proceed with caution. "Nicole, what I want may seem a bit strange to you. Also it may cause you some pain. However, it is something I want very much, something which would please me considerably."
Nicole seemed impatient. Why was her father delaying, approaching the matter so cautiously? "Quick-tell me what it is! My body is all yours, to do with exactly as you please. There is nothing I would not do in order to give you pleasure!"
Her father's brow furrowed. He watched her face. "What I want is to bury my organ into your soft behind. I want to penetrate your small anus and then stick my manly staff deep into your bowels."
Nicole's eyes widened. Could such a thing be possible? Gosh, her anus was so tiny and his cock was so big and brawny. Often she had bent over so that her father might have the pleasure of entering her from behind. It was a position which she knew her father liked. And it also was one which she enjoyed herself, for it never failed to excite him terribly and then she would get orgasms like crazy before his hard prick would finally burst and send his come seething and gushing into her cunt.
Nicole thought the matter over carefully. Part of the excruciating pleasure with being fucked from behind came from the fact that it was so bestial. When she was bent over like that, then her pussy would be very tight. Even with her legs spread widely apart, her father would have to push strongly again and again in order to penetrate, enter her vagina. Yet, once he was all inside her, then it was sheer heaven. His body would leap and buck, hump like a wild animal. Deep inside her, his cock would thump and pound, hammer, slam like a bludgeon. Always she'd grow very excited and lustful as she felt his loins and pubic hair smashing into her soft behind. And then when he would press into her deeply, she would feel the hard, wild, tremendous swellings of his stalwart cock deep inside her belly, feel it gasp and explode... pump and spurt the hot come into her strongly and forcefully... profusely. And oh God, but how it would gush. Immediately the warm, copious jism would flow back down around his cock. Her cunt would spasm wildly, gasp and clench, but still the liquid sperm would trickle and run down the smooth skin of her inner thighs.
Nicole pondered further. Occasionally, while fucking her, her father would insert his finger into her anus. Naturally he did it to excite her, to increase her sense of pleasure. Whenever he did do it, Nicole liked it. Somehow it gave her a curious delight. First, she would feel his finger gently pressuring, slowly entering the puckered rosette of her asshole. Then chills would run up and down her spine. His finger would slide deeper into her, then it would crook, twirl about deep in her rectum, begin pumping slightly, pushing itself in and out of her asshole. Truthfully, she had to admit that it certainly added more excitement. In fact, it always made her come more splendidly, more often. However, it was only his finger implanted in her delightful asshole-not a hard, round, big, brawny cock!
Nicole felt doubtful about the whole thing. Her anus was so tiny... and his cock was so big! "Is it possible, Papa? I-I mean... do you really think you can push that big organ of yours up my tiny asshole? Without ripping me all apart, I mean?"
Edmond Ashley smiled at her warmly. He knew that she was intrigued. "Yes, it is possible. I have done it often. And with girls much younger than you. The important thing is to exercise great patience and care. First, to penetrate your delightful asshole, I must smear it deeply inside with some Vaseline. Then I must proceed cautiously, enter you slowly and carefully."
The novelty and salaciousness of the idea began to intrigue Nicole more and more. "Will there be much pain?"
Nicole trusted her handsome father. He knew it, so he kept his eyes fixed steadily upon hers. "Yes, my child. At first, it will hurt. In fact, it may even pain you a great deal. However, I will be as gentle as possible."
Nicole started imagining what it would be like. Suddenly she grew excited. "Oh yes, let's do it! Fuck me in my little asshole, Papa. I want to see what it feels like!"
Her father breathed a deep sigh. He gathered her into his arms, kissed her. "Ah, Nicole... you have no idea of how happy you have made me. My delight in your willingness to please me in everything I ask is beyond measure to express." Nicole got off the bed. She bent over, leaned her hands against her knees and presented the plump, round cheeks of her buttocks to him. "Quick-get the Vaseline. I can hardly wait to start!"
Edmond Ashley was startled by his young daughter's obvious avidity. Goodness, what a little minx she was. As long as there was an opportunity for some new erotic pleasure, she would do anything under the sun-absolutely anything, no matter how bizarre it was.
He got up from the bed, returned with the Vaseline. Nicole kept her bottom high. She held her breath as his finger smeared the buttery substance deep into the crevice separating her two soft, round cheeks. "Ohhh... how delightful that feels! It's so gooey," she said.
Her father's finger inserted a liberal amount of Vaseline deep into the tight, wizened aperture of her asshole. He pushed, wormed inward and his finger went in. Slowly he ran his finger around in a circle, pressing the Vaseline deep into her rectum, smearing the tight ring of her tender asshole, coating the delicate tissue deep inside.
Nicole squealed with delight. Oh goodness! The secret aperture of her virgin asshole was throbbing. Now it was gasping, clenching around her father's finger. Her whole rectum started tingling erotically. Oh, how good it was going to be! If his finger inserted deeply into her asshole like that could bring such ecstatic, spine-tingling sensations, how wonderful his prick would feel... once it was inside her.
Her father's finger was driving her crazy. It was squirming around deep in her asshole, causing all sorts of strange thrills to course through her body. Suddenly he inserted his second finger. He pushed both of them deep into her in order to give her an idea of what it would feel like. "Now, just relax. I'm going to pump my two fingers deeply in and out of your tight asshole, prepare and widen it a little."
Nicole started squirming. His two fingers felt strange but really good, sliding and pumping deep in her rectum. Gosh, how fascinating sex was. There was always something new to learn, something new to try and experience.
Her father's two fingers finally retreated. They slid out of her with a soft plock! His breathing was heavy. He was ready now. Slowly he brought up his huge stalwart cock. He skinned the foreskin back, then lodged the swollen, bulbous round glands into the crevice separating her soft, round ass cheeks. "Now, hold still. Brace yourself, because I am about to enter your asshole."
Nicole was practically aflame with desire. She could hardly wait to be punctured by her father's huge, hard prick. Already she could differentiate the feelings between her asshole and her cunt. There was absolutely no similarity at all. When her cunt was ready to receive her father's cock, it sort of yearned. It gasped, drew inward, contracted as if trying to suck something in. With her asshole, the sensations were entirely different. Everything tingled, grew tight and spastic. Deep inside, there was a quivering and a feeling of anticipation. But also, at the same time, there was a feeling of resistance.
Nicole was anxious to have her young asshole pierced and filled. "Oh, Daddy, please hurry! Fuck me! Fuck me in my little asshole! I can hardly wait. I-I want it so very much!"
Nicole's words of lust stirred the blood in Edmond Ashley's veins. He pushed the hard, round head of his cock into the tight, small aperture of her asshole. The squeezed, taut orifice opened slightly. He pushed harder, more strongly. His glands slid in almost a quarter of an inch. A sharp cry of pain escaped from Nicole's young lips. "Oh, my God! I-it's much too BIG! You'll never get it in me!" she cried out.
The tight sphincter muscle gripped the head of his cock. It clamped, resisted like a tight rubber ring. Edmond Ashley gritted his teeth. He grasped her by her smooth hips, held her tightly. Then he pushed forward, strong and powerfully.
"AGHhhh!" she cried out as his hard prick penetrated her tight asshole. "Oh, my God... it feels just like a huge log!"
Her father continued pushing. Gradually the round glands of his cock widened the pink, rubbery circle of her taut anus. Straining, he kept pushing. Soon part of the rest of his cock was entering her young, tender ass. "Oh, Mother of God-how deliciously tight you are," he murmured. "Your young asshole feels just like a vise squeezing around my cock!"
The round, rubbery rim of his daughter's small asshole was completely stretched and distended. It clenched tenaciously around the barrel of his cock. Again he began pushing. The tight ring puckered inward and another half inch of his round cock entered his daughter's young body. Finally he felt the squishy jelly of the Vaseline he had smeared deep inside her rectum. Ah, now it would be easier. He pushed again. Gradually his cock slid deeper into her warm, moist inner anal passage.
Soon his cock was buried halfway into her. Nicole gasped as her father paused, as she felt the huge mass of his hard cock resting deep inside her rectum. Goodness, what a feeling! His cock felt so heavy and big! She could barely believe that it was buried so deeply in her. Soon it would be up in her bowels, in her very stomach.
Her father pushed forward quickly and strongly. She gasped again, almost cried out with pain as the rest of his cock shoved deeper up into her bowel. Goodness gracious, now she was certain of it. The head of his cock was pushing deeply into her stomach. Soon it would come out of her throat and mouth!
Edmond Ashley stopped pushing, His cock was now fully imbedded into Nicole's soft, tender body. In fact, it was sticking into her tight ass just like a round tree stump. Softly he groaned. He held the soft, plump cheeks of her ass and then just remained there motionless.
Nicole felt practically delirious with lust. She was already accustomed to the feeling of the heavy bulk buried deep inside her. Now she wanted to feel it moving. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Don't just remain still like that!"
Edmond Ashley began sliding his big cock in and out of her tight asshole. A part of him marveled at his daughter's sense of lust, her salaciousness. "Faster! Faster! HARDER!" urged his young daughter.
Quickly her father applied himself to the task. Utterly without mercy, he pushed, thrust, plunged his huge cock into her again and again. Claspingly, the tight outer flanges of her tender asshole puckered inwards, then they flared outwards, clasping his cock elastically as he drew it out. Again he plunged into her-deep and HARD! She wailed ecstatically as his cock bored and reamed her, as it slid deeply through her warm, tight, inner anal sheath, as it dipped into her bowel and stomach, then withdrew. "Oh, that's it, Daddy!" she cried out. "Keep doing it like that. I-I'm getting ready to come!"
Edmond Ashley thoroughly enjoyed fucking his daughter's young, tight asshole. Repeatedly, her sphincter clenched his cock tightly, just like a hard-squeezing vise. Inside, everything felt soft and warm, delightfully mushy. Idly his mind recalled memories of similar experiences with young boys in the Far East. How thrilling he always found it. Oh, if only she were a boy. Then he would reach under and grab her prick. He would pull, masturbate it, play with it until it exploded and expended its sperm!
He kept pumping her asshole strongly with his cock. In and out it slid. It bored, tunneled into her, then withdrew. Frantically Nicole began writhing. She began twisting, rotating her asshole on his huge long pole. Oh my God, how wonderful it all was. She had already come twice in a row. Right now, her entire asshole felt full. It felt stuffed, crammed from the sheer bulk of her father's huge cock. Softly she began moaning and groaning. The muscles of her vagina began clenching, spasming. "Oh, dear Daddy... I-I'm comiiinnnggg! I-I'm coming AGAIN!"
Edmond Ashley kept sliding his hard, round cock in and out of her asshole. He looked down at her smooth back as her body shivered and shuddered. Then he watched her young breasts as they hung, juggled and swayed. Oh, how delicious it felt. The tight spasmodic constriction of her anus and sphincter muscles were gripping his cock hard. They clenched, worked against his prick, made it burgeon and swell. God, there was nothing like fucking a real tight ass. Even the youngest, tightest pussy in the world could never compare with it. Nothing could grip a man's hard penis so tightly, so powerfully, squeeze it so exquisitely. Truly, asshole fucking was the ultimate in penetration. When fucking an asshole, a man really, truly knew that he was penetrating a real live body!
Edmond Ashley started thinking of the many young boys he had fucked in the Far East. Goodness, how talented they all were. When it came to asshole fucking, they knew precisely what to do. He shook his head in wonder as he thought of them. Why, some of them had even been better than their very own sisters!
All of a sudden, Edmond Ashley felt his cock straining. Swiftly a strong surging lifted from his balls. Burying his cock deeply and completely into his young daughter's body, he stiffened and tensed as the heaviness suffused his groin, as his cock grew and swelled.
Nicole felt the series, of hard, pulsating swellings taking place deep in the interior of her bowels. Her heart began pounding as she realized her father was about to shoot off his come. "Oh, Daddy, shoot it into me! Flood me with your sperm! Shoot it right up into my stomach!"
Edmond Ashley's limbs couldn't stiffen any harder. He was right on the brink, right on the verge of orgasm. Strongly his cock convulsed. His prick swelled to gigantic proportions. Then it erupted, spewed and gushed out its load of thick, hot creamy come deep into his daughter's warm, tender young body!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gerard couldn't wait to return home. It was sixteen months since he last saw his mother, since he had last fucked her. Due to failing some classes, he had been unable to go to the villa at Cannes for his summer vacation. Instead he had to remain in Paris in order to make up the failed subjects. However, now it was Christmas time. He had a full two weeks off from school.
Eagerly he packed his bags. During the last few months, his seventeenth birthday had arrived and gone. He was no longer a bumbling adolescent, but a full-grown, brawny youth. How surprised his mother would be when she saw him. And how surprised she would be also when she would see how much he had learned, how his gamboling with the young, flirtatious girls of Paris had increased his knowledge and abilities in matters of sex.
* * *
Gerard was into his mother real good. His cock was buried into her tight, wet, clasping pussy right up to the hilt. He pushed, humped, pulled his round, glistening staff back, then plunged it back into her-hard!
Simone's smooth knees and creamy white thighs were high in the air. Her legs were coiled around his lower back just like tentacles. She groaned ecstatically. "Oh, Gerard... how glad I am that you are home again. What a difference a year and a few months has made in you. My, but how you've grown. Why, now that you're older, even your cock feels stronger, bigger and more sturdy."
Gerard felt very proud of himself. He lunged himself into her and made sure that the hard, round barrel of his cock rolled against her clitoris. Simone squealed with delight. "My, but how experienced you've become! Those girls in Paris have certainly taught you a lot."
Gerard kept fucking her. He looked down at her and grinned. During the last sixteen months, he had tried out everything which his mother had taught him. Since the young girls at his school were so willing and eager, he had fucked every one of them he could get his hands on, done practically everything under the sun with them. He had polished and honed his knowledge on how to please the female sex, polished it to a fine, keen edge, increased his staying powers... learned the true secrets which made a man a master at the art of fucking.
Gerard kept humping away. His stroke was strong and steady, rhythmic. Simone's lithe legs squeezed him, pressured his back, sought to draw him down closer, deeper into her cunt. "Mon Dieu-what a magnificent cock! I can feel it right down at my cervix. It fills me completely!"
Gerard felt the tight, inner spasmodic contraction, the squeezing of his mother's inner cunt muscles. His face beamed. He looked down at her again as her face tautened and as she experienced her first orgasm. Oh, how much he had missed her during the last sixteen months. How often he had imagined her lovely face while fucking many of the girls he had met at school. And how anxious he had been to return home to her again, to fuck her again, display his new-found prowess and knowledge to her.
Suddenly his mother's body was shuddering heavily. She squirmed, twisted, leaped and bucked. Deep inside her cunt, everything squeezed like a vise. "Oh, my God... I-I'm having one orgasm after the other!" Simone cried out as she looked up at him in awe. "Each one is stronger than the one before it!"
Gerard felt more than just pleased. Now he knew that he could satisfy any woman. This time, his mother's orgasm had been stronger, far more intense. Soon, if he kept it up, she would be spent and exhausted. Then he would let himself go, shoot off his come into her, jet his hot sperm right up into her open, gasping womb!
Simone's arms and legs were scrawling all over him like serpents. Her body tensed as she mashed and ground her belly up into his. "Oh, Mon Dieu. How heavenly! How WONDERFUL!"
Again and again, her cunt spasmed and convulsed.
Gerard felt more than just pleased. Now he knew that flowing, suffusing his cock. Ah yes, now he really had her going. Her hips were churning. Her eyes were rolled back and her body was covered with perspiration. Savagely, he tore into her. He fucked her furiously, ruthlessly, utterly without mercy.
Simone started begging him with her eyes. She seemed unable to take it any longer. Her body writhed. She stared at him with disbelief. Again he slammed into her. He plunged, dived, withdrew, then lunged again. She started moaning, groaning as if her senses were leaving her. Smiling, Gerard kept right on fucking her. He kept accelerating the quickness, the depth and the pace of his long, plunging, deep strokes.
Simone's mouth went utterly slack. It fell open as she surrendered herself to the massive convulsions taking place. Gerard kept grinning as he watched her tortured, agonized face. His ego soared. Now she was rolling her head from side to side. She was gnashing her teeth, biting her lips, lashing the pillow with her long hair. Gosh, he was giving her one orgasm after the other! How beautiful! How lovely she looked! God, he had never witnessed such an exquisite expression. He just loved looking down into his mother's face as her features twisted and contorted, as her body squirmed and writhed, as it became tortured and wracked by the deep, ecstatic waves and surges, the tremendous billowing swells, the deep, piercing spasms of intense, all-powerful orgasm!
Finally Gerard began feeling his own orgasm swelling. Swiftly, the keen, razor-like sensation cut through his groin. His cock surged as the sperm churned up from his testicles. Groaning, he grabbed his mother's waist. He held it tightly. Then he reared his head back as his cock exploded, began spurting his heavy load of come straight into his mother's still spasming, wide-open womb!
After it was over, Gerard decided to show her how much more he had learned. Quickly he scrambled down between her open legs. His head drooped, buried itself between her moist, creamy thighs. Then his lips and mouth attached themselves slobberingly to her wet, still gasping cunt.
Opening her eyes, Simone stared down at the sight of her son's head buried beneath her smooth, rounded belly. "Oh, goodness. NO! Please don't. I-I'm still comiiinnnggg!" she wailed.
Gerard was utterly without mercy. Now that he had her like this, he wanted to drive her wild. Voraciously he sucked in the sopping-wet, fleshy lips of her cunt. His own come squished as it passed his lips, entered his mouth. His tongue darted out, snaked, entered her come-filled cunt. Ugh, what a taste. His come was flowing down from deep inside his mother's cunt. It tasted salty, pungent and it was slippery in body. Finally he began to taste his mother's own warm inner juices, the syrupy fluid of her tremendous orgasms. His tongue twirled, savored all the juices and secretions, lapped up his own come. He licked the wet, slimy walls, then swallowed the combined mixture.
Gerard felt lascivious, wild with lust. He kept swirling his tongue around deep in his mother's cunt. Somehow he just couldn't get enough of the taste of it. Suddenly Simone gripped his head with her hands. She moaned, then mashed his mouth into the hot, syrupy, pulpy flesh of her wet, sodden cunt. "Oh, my God, but what you are doing to me! You're driving me RIGHT OUT OF MY MIND!"
Gerard's long tongue kept tunneling deep inside her. A thrill went through him as he felt his mother's cunt begin spasming again. "Oh, my God! I-I'M COMIIINNGGG!" yelled out Simone as she held his head strongly, mashed it more firmly. "I'M COMING RIGHT AGAINST YOUR MOUTH... RIGHT AROUND YOUR TONGUE!"
The walls of her wet, slimy cunt squeezed against his tongue. Chills went up and down his spine as he felt her warm juices flowing, releasing themselves. Soon his mouth was filled with her juices. Some of his own come seeped out, escaped past his lips, began flowing and trickling down the sides of his chin. Avidly he sucked inwards. He siphoned hard at his mother's flowing cunt. Her warm juices bathed his tongue, inundated it. Swilling it around in his mouth, he gulped and swallowed... drank down all of his mother's warm flowing juices.
Simone's entire body stiffened. She trembled, quaked and bucked as the tremendous orgasm exploded through her. "Oh, mon cher. What a FANTASTIC lover you have become!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Edmond Ashley was overexcited. He barely made it into his young daughter's body. His prick slid into her cunt. He pumped, stroked once or twice, gasped, then expended his load of sperm. Ah, how cruel the fates could be. His very ardor for his young daughter's body had never been higher, stronger. But now his manhood was playing tricks on him, spoiling the treasure of their relationship.
Nicole threw her head back on the pillow. Gosh, he had disappointed her again. Once more, her father had failed her. He had come prematurely, squirted off his come, leaving her high and dry, thirsting. Quietly she sulked. She knew that her father would be unable to manage another erection. Right now, her cunt was burning, seething. It was longing for the feeling of a huge, hard prick sliding back and forth deep inside it.
Nicole sensed what part of her father's trouble was. During the last three years, as her body blossomed and ripened, she had become strikingly beautiful, more attractive and alluring every day. Correspondingly, her father's lust and desire for her had grown proportionately. It had increased almost to the point of impossible ardor. However, it was not a passion which he could sustain or even control.
Her father looked down at her dismally. "I-I'm sorry. I'm afraid I simply couldn't help myself."
Nicole pouted. She sighed, then smiled at him wanly. "Don't worry about it, Father. I understand... "
Edmond Ashley saw the disappointment in his daughter's eyes. "Don't worry, my darling. I'll satisfy you the other way."
Calmly she lay there. She raised her legs and knees as her father's face disappeared between her thighs. Oh well, certainly it was better than nothing.
Nicole's eyes dwelled on the ceiling as her father's mouth and lips attached themselves to her yearning cunt. A part of her still felt angry. Numbly she felt his mouth working on her cunt. His mouth slurped and his tongue drilled and bored. A part of her remained utterly detached, isolated. She hardly felt any reaction at all. She sighed. And to think that she had once regarded her father as a God, too!
* * *
Nicole was loathe to admit that fucking her father was becoming tedious, somewhat of a bore. The truth of the matter was that he just couldn't satisfy her anymore. She was almost eighteen now. Up to a year and a half ago, her father had been a splendid cocksman. There hadn't been a day when he couldn't reach three or four erections, satisfy her just as often. Now, however, he was only a pale shadow, of himself. In fact, he was lucky if he could manage even one erection for the day.
Truthfully, Nicole was quite fed up with it. Even though her father sought to appease her with his mouth and tongue, she still longed for a good, long, normal fuck. Also she was dreadfully tired of his always coming in her mouth as soon as he entered it-before she even attained the pleasure of mouthing it and sucking on it for a while.
Nicole pondered the problem often. She realized that time plus her growing up had created vast differences between her father and herself. Slowly but surely, her father's virility, his power to sustain himself, was slipping backwards. However, she was grown-up now, different, not at all the same coy, demure young girl who obeyed her father's every whim. Even her sexual appetites were stronger. Also, she was beginning to experience a desire for new horizons. She wanted to meet other men, younger men, enjoy their hard, lean bodies. Above all, she wanted to test herself by venturing forth, by using the allure and sophistication which she was certain she had attained during the past three years.
Nicole confronted her father one day. "I think I would like to go away for a while, by myself, I mean."
Edmond Ashley looked at Nicole forlornly. He didn't take too kindly to the idea of her wanting to leave him. "Ah, yes... but where shall you go?"
Nicole studied her father. She could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. For a moment, she pitied him. "I thought I might perhaps visit Paris... at least for the summer."
Edmond Ashley arched his eyebrow. Really he had no choice. He sighed, then resigned himself. Perhaps when she returned, some of his problems would have improved. Then, once more, he would own and possess her, have her all for his own.
* * *
Nicole settled down in Paris. She was very excited about being there. All thoughts of home and her father vanished from her head. All she knew was that she was on her own. And to be near eighteen and in Paris all at the same time was a heady, mind-enthralling experience.
Her father had made arrangements for her to have a small flat, right in the heart of the best part of Paris. The concierge was a woman in her forties. At one time, early in her life, she had been the mistress of Nicole's father. Now she was simply an old, loyal friend. In a way, Nicole didn't mind. She realized that her father was concerned for her welfare, that he wanted someone he could trust to look after her, see to it that she didn't run into any trouble. And really, the concierge was quite a nice woman. Right from the start she greeted her warmly, as the daughter of her former lover. Then once she helped her get settled in the flat, she made her understand that she was completely on her own. If Nicole needed her, she would be at her beck and call; but if she didn't, then she would assume that she was getting along by herself all right.
After the first long night's sleep, Nicole awoke with excitement beating in her young breast. From her window, she could hear all the sounds of Paris, smell all of the aromas. Quickly she got up, stood before her mirror. She was young, beautiful-and her figure was lithe and supple, superb. Gosh, how excited she was! Outside, there was stark adventure, all sorts of experiences and thrills to be found!
Nicole spent the balance of her first day sorting and arranging her things. During the afternoon, she went out and bought foodstuffs-lots of cheeses and meats, a loaf of delicious French bread and a bottle of wine. Then as the afternoon wore on, she sat down and began thinking about things.
Since she wanted adventure, there were a lot of things to be decided. To begin with, she would go out that very night. She started thinking about her clothes, what she should wear. Really she had brought many fine clothes with her. They were all of the latest fashions, but she was at a loss what to wear. If one was going out seeking adventure and excitement, then how should one proceed? Should she dress like a demure young lady? Or should she dress like a harlot?
Deep inside of her, a part of herself just wanted to wear a simple dress, a short, tight-fitting one, with nothing but herself underneath it-no bra, no panties, nothing! In a way, it appealed to her, made her feel devilish. This way, the dress would cling to her naked body, just like a sheath. If she met a man who appealed to her, then it would make things extremely easy. She would capture his attention at once. Also she would experience great delight in watching the shocked and desire-filled expression on the man's face as his eyes perused her supple young body.
Nicole was impatient for the night to begin. As soon as dusk arrived, she suppered on cheeses and meat. Then she dressed and prepared herself-walked out into the streets of Paris.
The streets of Paris were not at all as Nicole expected. Once she got away from the broad avenues, things changed drastically. Soon she found herself sauntering through a drab, ugly, squalid sort of neighborhood. Besides being tiny, narrow and winding, the streets were all dirty, littered with paper bags, cigarette butts and things of that sort. Even the smells had changed. They were different-old, moldy and musty, bespeaking things ancient, worn and weather beaten. Shivering slightly, Nicole continued her exploration of the older streets of Paris, the streets she had read about in novels but had never dreamed to see.
Many of the small shops in the squalid neighborhood were still open. Their baleful front-lighted windows cast dark shadows all over the place. Standing in front in order to catch whatever summer breeze might be present, the shopkeepers eyed her and watched her. Strange, poorly dressed men loitering in the street leered at her as she passed by. Nearby, one or two dirty street urchins laughed at her, then made remarks about her legs and her behind and what they would like to do with her. Finally, at a corner, a drunken man lurched at her, tried to press her up against the walls of an old, dirty building. Though she managed to escape his clutches, his bold hands had traveled all over her body.
Embarrassed, Nicole noticed a young man across the street. He was well-groomed and watching. Playfully, a smile crossed his lips as he watched the drunk depart. He crossed over to her side of the street, then he walked up to her. "Pardon me for watching you, mademoiselle, but really I couldn't help it. You see, this is not exactly the sort of a neighborhood for such a lovely, young lady like yourself to be sauntering around in. In fact, it's quite dangerous."
Nicole stared at the young man. He was handsome, hardly a year or two older than herself, but already there was a mature, grown-up look to his face, a look of cynicism, worldliness and of experience beyond measure. "Oh, dear me," she said. "How kind of you, monsieur. I'm afraid it's all quite my fault. You see, I am a stranger in Paris. I left my flat for a walk, to explore. Unfortunately, not being familiar with the streets, somehow I lost my way."
The youth nodded his head. He smiled at her. Nicole studied his striking features. She liked the way his teeth flashed in the dim light. "And just where is your flat?" he asked.
Without thinking, she gave him the address. "Well, shouldn't you be returning there? Surely your parents must be worrying about your absence-concerned over your safety."
Nicole realized that she was very attracted by him. He was tall and his body was lean and firm. "Oh no, I live alone," she said impetuously.
The youth looked a little surprised. "Tell me, aren't you a little young, to be living all alone in a big city like Paris, I mean?"
Nicole grew a trifle upset. She resented the reference to her age. It sounded condescending, almost as if he thought she was much too young for someone like him. "Oh no," she said, deciding to lie. "I may look young, but actually I'm older than I look. Why, ever since I've been eighteen, I've often traveled on my own."
The young man looked at her, studied her carefully. "Indeed," he said. "Really it's quite remarkable. Truthfully, I would have said that you were about seventeen."
Nicole shuffled her feet awkwardly. She realized that she was on the verge of her first adventure. Obviously the young man was interested in her. He seemed intrigued by her charming naivet, her demure look of youthful innocence. "People have always misjudged my age. My father says that it's a good attribute. According to him, I will always look younger than my years. At forty, he says I will look like thirty. It's something which he said I should be proud of, something which he said would serve me in good stead as I grow older."
The youth's eyes calculated to thin slits. "Yes, to look young can be a two-edged sword, very advantageous. As far as women are concerned, it can help them immeasurably. However, as far as men are concerned, looking older than their years always helps them to look more desirable, more dignified."
Nicole pondered the young man's words. They were very wise for one so young. "Tell me, how old are you?" she asked.
The youth laughed. "What difference does it make? With women, age is an obsession. With men, it could matter less. For the time being, let's just say that I'm older than you. For the moment, that should suffice."
Suddenly the youth offered her his arm. "Mademoiselle, may I escort you home? Believe me, it would give me great pleasure to escort you safely to your very door."
Nicole took hold of his arm. "Why, thank you. That is very gallant."
Nicole matched his stride as they walked. She felt very excited inside. On her very first evening, she had met someone who appealed to her. Really she had done very well. He was young and tall and exceptionally handsome. Idly she began speculating about the size and girth of his prick. Would it be as big as her father's? As strong and hard?
The youth spoke of many things as they walked. He spoke of the opera, the political situation. Nicole conversed back, tried to seem older, more intelligent than she really was. Many of the persons and places he mentioned were totally strange, but still she pretended to be acquainted with them-especially names of the theater, the arts and so on. Finally they arrived at her address and Nicole grew flustered. She began worrying about the concierge, her father's former mistress. What would she think if she saw them, if she saw Nicole bringing a handsome, young man up to her rooms on her very first night in Paris?
The youth was very sophisticated. Just by looking at her eyes, he realized that she wished him to accompany her upstairs. "Here, give me your key."
Nicole swung her bottom suggestively as the young man marched up the stairs behind her. Now she really was excited. She could even feel the moisture between her thighs. Goodness, how easy it all had been. It was almost like following the script of a movie. The youth took a good look around after opening her door. "Ah, it's a very fine flat. It's big, spacious."
Nicole lingered at the open doorway. Now that he was inside, she felt a little afraid. He turned, looked at her and smiled. Then he closed the door behind her and gathered her into his arms. "Come, let's get down to business-the business of pleasure."
Nicole squirmed in his arms. She wanted to pretend, protest and struggle a little, but she couldn't. Goodness, how masterful he was. He was very direct about everything. It embarrassed, unnerved her, made her feel very uncomfortable.
Suddenly his hand was under her skirt. Boldly it sought out her wet slit, the treasure of her femininity. "Aha, I see I was correct. You're all juicy... ready to be fucked."
Nicole blushed. She struggled, tried to push his hand away. How insolent he was. Gosh, she had never experienced anything like this. Suddenly she grew a little angry with him. She liked him, but she resented the sudden boldness and impetuous immediacy of his advances, his assumption that she would tolerate such intimacy so quickly. "Please-I-I am not a prostitute. You assume too much," she said.
His fingers slithered through the warm mucidness of her fleshy cunt. He held her strongly, then laughed. "Oh, come on, now. Let's not pretend. Surely you didn't invite me up to your rooms for a cup of English tea."
Nicole fumed as she glared at him. "I didn't ask you up. You asked for my key!"
His finger found her soft, wet hole. It inserted itself, crooked, swirled teasingly as his thumb sought out her clitoris. "Yes, but you gave it to me."
His thumb began kneading. She shivered as her clitoris reacted, hardened. "B-but-but-I-I don't even know your name."
He grinned at her, kept rubbing the hardening nub. "My name is Gerard. Gerard Renault," he said.
Nicole felt totally startled by his boldness and aggressiveness. She had heard that the French were quick when it came to matters of love, but she certainly hadn't expected anything like this!
Gerard released her. He began removing his shirt and pants. "Quick-get undressed. My cock is anxious to get at you."
Nicole felt stunned. She obeyed him without thinking. Numbly she started unzippering her dress. She watched him with an incredulous look on her face as he slipped down his shorts. His cock sprang, bounced into the air. Her mouth dropped open. She gasped as she saw its huge size. "Oh, my goodness," she exclaimed.
Gerard looked down at his cock proudly. He smiled at how widely her eyes had opened. "Yes, it's pretty big, isn't it?"
Up until now, Nicole had never seen another man's cock-only her father's. Quietly she stared at his large, rigid prick. Oh God, it looked so huge! Certainly it looked much bigger than her father's. And also it looked stronger, more sturdy.
Gerard's big cock bobbed in the air. His large balls were hanging below his hard, towering erection. They swung as he walked forward, presented his cock to her. "Here, suck it, my pretty one."
Nicole didn't know what to do. She felt frozen, unable to cope with the situation. God, never had she seen such a big prick! She never would have believed that a man could possess one of such gigantic size.
Smiling, he pressed her down to her knees by her shoulders. Then he fitted the round, swollen glands of his prick against her soft, quivering lips. "Quick-let me slide it into your mouth. I want you to suck on it."
Nicole thought of repulsing him with her teeth. However, as soon as she inhaled the aroma of his cock, she changed her mind. Shyly she parted her lips. Her chagrin cooled as her lips softly clasped the round, purplish burgeoning head of his cock. After all, wasn't this what she had come to Paris for? Why resist now, when she had actually gone forth into the very streets for it?
Gerard was a little rougher than she preferred. He pushed, slid his huge cock deep into her mouth. "Ah, how wonderful that feels. Your mouth feels just like a soft, wet glove!"
As Gerard stood there enjoying her mouth, she reached up, grabbed his cock at the base in order to test its girth. Slowly his huge cock throbbed beneath her coiled fingers. It was massive, hard as bone. Rolling her mouth on his cock, she slid her lips back and forth. Then she fondled his balls with her hand. She hefted them, felt the fullness and the heaviness of the sperm lying within.
Gerard was enjoying the tight clasp of her smooth young lips as they slid on his cock. His prick was so big and her mouth was so small, it delighted him to look down. Sleekly her lips slid. They stretched tautly, cruelly as they took more and more of his ever thickening cock deep into her mouth. Soon almost all of his prick was inside. Her eyes stared at him from down below.
Gerard groaned as he stared at the sight. His cock was all wet, glistening as it moved through the tight-clasping oval of her taut lips. Deep inside her mouth, he could feel the back of her tongue, the delicious smoothness of her inner mouth. Really she was quite a cock-sucker. She knew exactly how to engulf a man's cock, how to suck on it, move her lips up and down. Also it was obvious from the way she was watching him that she enjoyed it very much.
Nicole's young mouth started sucking voraciously. Gerard groaned again as he felt the strong siphoning, the brisk sliding of her lips up and down on his bone-hard cock. "Look out! My cock is throbbing. It's so sensitive, it may go off!"
Nicole seemed to grin at him with her eyes. She could tell by the way his prick was pulsating, that he was about to come. Avidly she sucked his cock harder. She raced her lips, laved his prick with her tongue.
Suddenly it was all just too much for him. His body stiffened and tensed. He sagged at the knees. "Oh, mon Dieu... I-I'm coming!" he cried out as his cock leaped in her mouth.
Swiftly his cock swelled. It exploded, began spurting in her mouth. Holding onto his spasming, jerking cock firmly with her hand, Nicole just smiled, took the full burst of each successive spasm. Then she started gulping and swallowing as the heavy swells of his belching come filled her mouth, crowded her throat.
After it was over, Gerard just looked down at her. Nicole grinned at him. She removed his cock from her mouth, then started licking the last drops of white come from his prick.
Gerard kept staring at her numbly. "Goodness, what a blow job! Wherever did you learn to do it so expertly like that"?
Nicole smiled up at him mischievously. "What difference does it make? What's the matter? Didn't you like it?"
Gerard's spent cock didn't go limp. Instead it remained hard and rigid. Immediately Nicole noticed it. "Look, your cock is still hard!" Inwardly she grew excited. If what she was seeing was true, then he would be able to fuck her, give her pleasure for herself.
Gerard looked down at his hard prick. At his age, he was accustomed to its remaining erect even after experiencing a tremendous orgasm "Yes, it's still hard. It's because you're so beautiful... because you excite me so."
Nicole squealed in delight. How fortunate she was. On her very first night she had actually met a young man who could perform more than once. Quickly thoughts of her father raced through her mind. In the beginning, he had been like that, too. How unfortunate that fate had taken his capacity away from him and just at the age when she needed it most.
Suddenly she began tearing at her tight-fitting dress. "I-I need to be naked," she said.
Gerard helped her remove her dress. She squirmed as it went up over her arms. Nicole was completely nude underneath. Gerard gasped. As soon as her full breasts burst into view, he gathered them into his hands. He kissed them, applied his lips to her nipples, nibbled and sucked at each one of them with his mouth and lips.
Nicole began shivering with erotic lust. Her nipples enlarged, expanded. "Oh, that's so good!" she said as she fed each breast into his hungry, avid, working mouth.
Gerard began making love to her with his mouth. First, he licked her smooth, full, ripe breasts. Then he proceeded to wash her stomach with his tongue. Gradually Nicole began writhing. Now she was fully aroused. She was literally burning, seething with lust. "Oh, please... let's get started. I can hardly wait to feel your cock inside me!"
Gerard laughed and stood up erectly. Since he was tall, her tits poked sharply into his broad, hairy chest. He grabbed her, gathered her into his arms. Then he lifted her, carried her to the bed.
Nicole's desire was feverish. She lay on the bed, spread her legs widely apart. Gerard climbed up between her thighs. His big cock was bobbing, swaying. He grabbed it full round with his hand. Then he placed the head between the slithery lips of her cunt, began pushing up into her vagina.
Nicole could feel the huge shaft entering her. She pushed upwards, lifted her hips. Now the big cock was rooted in her cunt. Her lips twisted as she strained, as the big, swollen head of his prick seated itself against her small cervix. God, now she was thoroughly penetrated. She was impaled on the gigantic organ.
Gerard began stroking gently. He slid his cock almost out of her, then slowly pushed it deep into her cunt again. The long, slow strokes felt marvelous, but much too torturous for Nicole. "Fuck me HARDER! FASTER!" she cried out.
Gerard grinned. He pulled his cock all of the way back. Then he plunged. Swiftly the measure of his stroke increased. He tore at her, thrust, slammed his big cock into her, pushed it hard, slid it through her oily depths back and forth just like a big, fat piston. Nicole started squirming and twisting. She squealed with delight as the savage rhythm brought her to her first orgasm. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! That's it! Keep fucking me like that!" she groaned as the spastic contraction gripped her whole lower abdomen.
Gerard was moaning and groaning. Her cunt was so smooth and tight. It clasped his cock warmly. He plunged and rammed swiftly. His prick slid through the filmy walls of her clasping cunt. God, how wonderful her cunt felt. It was warm and wet, but he could still feel its tight grasp, the incredible smooth, grainy texture of its inner walls.
Nicole's whole pussy began spasming again. This time, Gerard couldn't hold out. He gasped, groaned as his big cock swelled. Then he shuddered violently as his prick belched deep inside her.
His come was heavy, very profuse. His cock pumped it into her in thick, heavy spurts. Squealing, Nicole lifted her legs. She strained her belly against his. "OH, MY GOODNESS! What a POWERFUL discharge! I can actually feel your sperm shooting into me. It feels almost as if it's pumping right into my womb!"
Gerard collapsed as his cock spat out the last of his come. God, it had really been a stupendous orgasm. He felt spent, exhausted. He deliberately left his cock inside her. Nicole kept it there, allowed it to soak in its own come.
Eventually Gerard stirred. His cock was still inside her, but his come was drooling down. "You're a good fuck," he said to her. "Also you're very beautiful and I like you."
Nicole hardly knew what to say. She brushed her hair back as she looked at him and blushed. "Why, thank you."
Gerard took his cock out of her. It was all dribbling, wet with his frothy come. He got up, stood, looked down into the wet, sperm-filled crevice of her open cunt. "God, I really pumped a load into you. My come is flowing out of you like a river."
Gerard's eyes met hers. "You know, I really meant it. I like you very much. Also I think we can get along very well together. Tomorrow, I'll go and get my clothes. Then I'll move in with you."
Nicole felt her excitement growing as she heard his words. How wonderful! Now she would have a permanent lover, someone young, handsome and attractive. And also now she would have access to one of the strongest, most splendid cocks a girl could ever wish for!
CHAPTER NINE
When Nicole awoke in the morning, she rolled over on her back. She reached up her arms, stretched them luxuriously. Oh, how rested and good she felt. For the first time in months, she felt utterly fulfilled as a young girl, as a female. Yawning, she nestled her nude body into the silken sheets. Gosh, what a difference an evening could make.
She began thinking of Gerard. Her eyes flew open quickly. God, what a magnificent prick he had! Thrills coursed up and down her spine as she remembered its huge size, its tremendous hardness. Gosh, how long and strong it was, too. How good it had felt to have such a huge, stalwart cock buried deeply inside her warm, feminine body... to feel it as it throbbed and lurched. Idly she began thinking of the moment when he reached orgasm. Goodness, but how strongly the pent-up semen had surged from his prick. It had gushed and streamed straight into her body just like a firehose.
Nicole's nostrils picked up the strong aroma of frying bacon. She crooked her head, listened attentively to the sizzling sounds assailing her ears. Then she grinned, raised herself, swung her legs over the side of the bed. Gerard was still in her flat. It was morning and he was busy out in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the two of them.
As she stumbled to the bathroom, Nicole started thinking about her new lover. How wonderful it would be to live with him. Now she would have all the sex she wanted. She not only had a very handsome lover, but a superb cocksman as well.
After she washed, Nicole walked naked out to the kitchen. She smiled, poked her head around the corner of the door opening and presented herself. Turning, Gerard saw her. He grinned as he gazed at her naked breasts, her curvy waist, the flatness of her belly and the gracefulness of her thighs and legs. "What an exciting sight to be greeted with in the morning," he said. He kept grinning at her. "Well, how did you sleep?"
Nicole stifled a huge yawn as she walked nude into the kitchen and pecked him on the cheek. Her eyes drifted over to the table and saw that it was set for two. She smiled, looked at the frying pan in Gerard's hand. The frying pan was sizzling with five golden-yolked eggs. Her stomach growled. Sitting on the stove, another frying pan was sizzling and crackling with fresh slabs of thin bacon. "Oh, goodness-don't ask. I never slept so well in my life!"
Gerard looked very pleased. "Well, perhaps it's because I fucked you so often."
Nicole looked at him lazily. She smiled, then sighed. "Yes, you fucked me at least four times. Goodness, but what a fantastic prick you have. Last night, you practically ravaged me. You almost ruined me with that big, iron-hard bar of yours!" She parted her thighs playfully. "Just look at what you've done. Even now, your semen is still inside me."
Gerard grinned as he looked down into the wet cleft of her pussy. True, he could still see some of the remains of his semen. It was lying there quietly, squishing between the swollen, distended lips of her raw, well used cunt. "I think you had better douche. I'm afraid that semen will not go very well with bacon and eggs."
Nicole pouted her lips. "No... I want to keep it inside. During the day, I want to feel your wetness squishing around in my cunt." Playfully she reached down with her hand. She gathered up some of his sticky come on her finger. Then she raised her finger to her lips, licked it clean. "See, you're completely wrong. The taste of your come is good. I think it will go very well with bacon and eggs."
Gerard grinned at her. "You're very lascivious," he said.
Nicole winked at him. "Yes, I am. In fact, I can be downright wicked-when I want to be."
* * *
Nicole and Gerard were sprawled on the bed. Both of them were naked. Nicole could hardly take her eyes off Gerard's cock. It was standing tall and erect and it was bone-hard again. "God, it's so BIG! I can't believe that I actually had such a huge monster inside me."
Gerard didn't say anything. He allowed her to admire his cock.
Nicole coiled her slender young fingers around it. It was so big in girth, her fingers barely made it all around. Inside, she shivered. His prick felt huge. It was warm and alive with power. Something inside her itched with lust. She clasped it tightly, felt the heavy throbbing of the blood beating through the bulging veins. Oh, God-what a magnificent specimen! Just the sight of it thrilled her enormously!
She moved the straining, reddish skin up and down. Gerard finally groaned. "All right-enough! Climb up on it, now!"
Nicole rolled over. She lifted her leg, straddled him with both thighs. She pushed down, felt the massive, club-like head touch the moist, pouting lips of her slit. Gosh, what a prick!
Her sopping, fleshy lips parted, opened to welcome the burgeoning head. She squirmed, felt the big, round bulb moving, fitting against her inner lips, pressing into the tight orifice. Gerard pushed upwards. Nicole groaned as his big cock began entering her, as her cunt opened, stretched to the bursting point to take in his huge, hard tool.
She shivered and trembled. It was just like taking a big, fat log deep into her body. The aching void in her belly quivered. It was waiting for more, begging for it. Nicole gritted her teeth. She pushed down slowly and carefully.
Suddenly his cock was all inside her. She was wetter, more filmy than she thought and it slid up into her with a delicious, slippery feel. Oh God, what a feeling of bulk! Her cunt felt stuffed and crammed, filled as it had never been filled before. Her mind swam in a swamp of lust. He was really all the way IN! DEEP! The inside of her cunt was all stretched and distended. Shivers ran up and down her spine. She became caught up by her own arousal, felt astonished at the fact that she was already on the brink of a gigantic orgasm.
Gerard pushed the last half inch into her, pressing her cervix cruelly back. He looked down at their joined loins, enjoyed the sight of his big, hard, round cock sticking so deeply into her. Then he watched the play of emotion on her youthful face. Her eyes closed, her lips drew back. Her brow creased and her throat muscles and tendons tautened into bold relief.
Nicole gasped as the strong, mind-blazing orgasm ripped through her loins. Her body quaked, shuddered as her cunt spasmed, clenched and squeezed. "OHhhh! OH, GOD! WHAT A FEELING!" Her vaginal muscles kept clenching. "Everything inside of me feels as if it's bursting. I-I can almost feel you up in my stomach!"
Gerard took hold of her hips, pushed her up and back. He withdrew his cock, slid it down out of her slowly until only the head was buried inside her. His shaft glistened from her secretions. Then he pulled her down, slid it back in-swiftly, deeply! Right up to the hilt! Nicole shuddered and groaned again. Her mouth went slack. Her hips gyrated frantically.
Gerard bucked and leaped up at her. He concentrated on fucking her. He withdrew, drove up, slid in and out of her tight cunt. Nicole quivered. She shivered as a small wail of ecstasy escaped her lips.
He began a steady upward thrusting. He plunged right up into her tight, hot, oily depths. Her insides spasmed, loosened, then convulsed.
Nicole went wild! She was experiencing orgasm again! She gasped. "OH, GOD! Ohhhh, GERARD!" Her hips leaped, jumped. She pushed her cunt down hard all of the way on his glistening, rock-hard cock. Then she began grinding her engorged, spasming cleft against his loins.
Gerard speeded up, stabbed more violently. He was beginning to feel the gathering of intense tension, a coiling and a knotting in his groin. As Nicole's groans and cries of ecstasy increased, he lunged up into her faster, harder!
Nicole sucked huge gulps of air into her lungs. Everything deep inside her was exploding, bursting. She had almost blacked out! She felt his strong, powerful lunges up into her belly. God, what an incredible cock! It was slamming, ramming into her cervix. Her womb felt sore from its constant pounding. Her cunt felt wet and hot, feverish. Strongly her orgasm intensified, grew. It tore through her ruthlessly. She gritted her teeth, grasped his shoulders, worked her hips against him. She cried out as each jolt, each giant filling of her cunt, made her spasm and convulse again. "HARDER! HARDER! DON'T STOP NOW!"
Gerard couldn't stop. He was right on the edge of his own orgasm. He bucked wildly, leaped furiously. He stiffened, tensed. He lunged into her DEEP!... then just held her by the hips.
"OHHHH! OW-MIGAWD!" he yelled out as his whole cock detonated, lurched, jetted his hot sperm deep up into the depths of her inner belly.
As soon as it was over, they both went limp. Nicole lay on him, murmured sweet words into his ear. "Oh, Gerard... that was so good! It was absolutely wonderful-beautiful!" Gerard held her slackly in his arms. He sighed, then seemed to become slightly detached. Nicole noticed the change in him immediately. "What's wrong? Wasn't it beautiful for you, too?"
Gerard took his arms away. He looked up at her, studied her carefully. "Look, let's understand one another. I'm attracted to you. I like you and I enjoy fucking you... but don't take things too seriously."
Nicole felt stunned. "What are you talking about? I-I don't understand... "
Gerard propped his hands up behind his head. He seemed icy, almost stone-like. "I want you to understand something. I have no intention of ever marrying you. Basically I'm a free spirit. Right now, I want no ties, no claims. I like you, but I don't want you to fall in love with me."
Nicole felt crestfallen. After what had happened, she had assumed that they would be lovers.
Gerard saw the disappointed expression on her face. "Listen, it can still be a fine arrangement. We can live together, enjoy each other... fuck each other as much as we want."
Nicole studied his features. She was beginning to understand him. Despite his good looks, he was a very selfish person. Obviously he had been very spoiled as a child. Either that, or he had been neglected. Right now, his ego was imprisoned in a suit of armor. It cared for nothing but itself. There was no room for anyone else to get close to him. All that was important was his own needs. Everything, everybody, the whole world existed strictly for Gerard Renault's own personal pleasure and satisfaction.
"B-but-I-I don't understand. Why can't you commit yourself-at least for a while?"
Gerard's brow furrowed. "Because to do so would be stupid. Then you would have claims on me... expect things. Things would become too serious, too complicated." He paused for a moment, pondered. "No, it's best all around. All I desire is an arrangement... someone to live with for the time being. If you cannot accept this, then let's call it all off now."
Nicole's heart skipped a beat. Now that she had found him, she didn't want to lose him. Still, a part of her felt angry. "I-I think I understand. Really you just don't want to become involved emotionally. You'd rather remain detached. Truthfully, you want your cake, but you want to eat it, too."
Gerard just looked up at her. His ears had picked up the mild sarcasm in her voice. "Exactly. It may sound selfish, but that's precisely what I am looking for."
Nicole bit down on her lip. She understood things perfectly. Obviously it was all right to live with her-to fuck her-but that's as far as he would go. Silently she pondered the problem. She resented the fact that he just wanted to live with her, use her sexually. Still, at the same time, there was much to be considered. To begin with, she was just beginning her explorations into the world of sex. Aside from her father, he was actually the first man in her life. Also, there was much to be hoped for, too. Despite his detachment and resolve, perhaps he might weaken as they lived together. Perhaps he might even fall in love with her. "All right, I agree. Now let's have some more fucking. Then you can go to your rooms and come back with your clothes."
CHAPTER TEN
Living with Gerard wasn't easy. In many ways it was pleasurable, but more often than not it was tormenting as well. One minute Gerard was gay, gentle and considerate, the perfect lover. The next minute, he was sulky, somber, darkly brooding-angry with himself-angry with her-angry with the whole world.
Gerard had just received a letter from his mother. Nicole didn't know what was in it, but something had upset him. "The trouble with the whole world is that everyone wants to own you," he said.
Nicole sighed. "Gosh, what a pessimistic philosophy. People don't try to own people. They live with them."
Gerard stared at her sullenly. "Bah! Believe me, I know what I am talking about. No one in life ever does something for you unless they get something back in return."
Nicole hardly knew what to say. She picked up the double meaning of his words, realized that they were intended for her also. Once more, their arrangement of living together was under attack. She and Gerard had been together for a full month now. A part of him was slightly in love with her, very attached to her, but he still stubbornly refused to accept the idea of their mutual commitment. "For goodness sake! Stop fighting your feelings all of the time. People need people. That's the way it is with the world. Everyone needs someone. Why, to go on through life without someone else would be far too lonely, too desolate."
Gerard paced the floor. He glared at her angrily. "Listen, don't give me any of that. You're just soft-soaping me, trying to bind our relationship again. Don't throw words like love and feelings at me. I wanted you as a girl, as someone to fuck, but not as a lifetime mate. I drew it all out for you when we started... and you accepted. So don't start scheming now. Don't go planning on anything definite or start establishing claims on me."
The tone of his words was sharp. Nicole winced, stared at him. This time she really didn't know what to say.
Suddenly Gerard ripped up his mother's letter. He tore at it savagely, threw it into the waste basket. "God, why must women always be like that? Why must they own you? Why can't women just accept things as they are-temporary, good for as long as it lasts, without strings, without attachments?"
Nicole's face crimsoned. During the past month, she had done her best to make him feel comfortable. She hadn't pressured him, said anything at all. Instead she had just gone along with his mood of the moment. "Gosh, Gerard, whatever is the matter with you? Goodness, one minute you can be so nice, so considerate. When you're truly yourself, you're gentle, generous-even nice." Suddenly her eyes turned soft and moist. "Why, when it comes to lovemaking, you make love like a God. But when you're like this, I simply don't understand you."
Gerard calmed down. He frowned, then smiled at her. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just upset. It-it was the letter from my mother. You see, my mother is very possessive. In her letter, she was pleading with me to come home."
Nicole looked up at him. It was the first time he had spoken of his mother. Idly she wondered what the problem was. Then she thought of her own father, how his possessiveness had suffocated her, practically forced her to flee from him. Staring at Gerard, she mulled over his words. Her problem with her father had been much more complicated. Instead of being father and daughter, they had been lovers. They had been sexually intimate. Now, why in the world would a mother's simple tendency towards possessiveness affect him so strongly?
Gerard sat down in one of the chairs. It was obvious that he was still petulant. "The trouble with all you women is the same. Once you have a man, you can't let him go. Beware, Nicole-don't go planning on things. Don't count on anything permanent with me-for it will never happen!"
For Nicole, it was like a last chiding, a last stab, a warning to her that someday he would be leaving her. She shook her head. Now it was becoming increasingly difficult to understand Gerard, to understand what made him tick.
* * *
Nicole was in the bedroom. Gerard had just taken a shower and she was lying naked on the bed. Rubbing himself briskly with a towel, he looked at her playfully.
Nicole knew what the look meant. Just the sight of her naked body had aroused him again. She smiled at him slyly. "Come over here," she said. "I want to play with your cock."
Gerard grinned. He came over to the bed, stood there before her. Beaching her hand out, she took hold of his heavy semi-limp penis. Then she began teasing it, milking it with her hand and fingers.
Soon Gerard's cock was leaking. He groaned as he stood there and looked down at her. "Now I'm afraid you'll have to eat it. My cock is all slippery and wet. It's just dying to come in your mouth."
Nicole smiled up at him. This was the way she liked him-coy, mischievous, playful. She pulled on his cock more rapidly, made more liquid exude from it. Soon it was squishing in her hand. Gerard began squirming as the sleek, lubricous sensation began to get to him. "Quick-let me get my prick into your mouth! If you continue, I'll shoot come all over your body!"
Gerard climbed up on the bed. He straddled her head with his thighs, dangled his meaty cock over her face. "Here, take it! Eat it and suck on it!"
Gerard was pretty well worked up. Nicole looked up at his thickly congested cock. His cock was all wet, dribbling, dripping its juices down onto her face. She opened her mouth quickly. She swallowed his prick. Gerard groaned and shivered. He crouched, started sliding his cock up and down in her warm, wet mouth. He pressed her thighs out flat, separated them with his hands, then began attaching his own wet mouth to the juicy, moist flesh of her cunt.
Soon both of them were caught up in a mutually enjoyable sixty-nine. Each of them squirmed and twisted. They slurped at each other, moaned and groaned, smacked their lips salaciously.
Nicole went wild! She just loved making love with him like this! While sucking his cock, she could feel his wet mouth slobbering against her cunt. His tongue darted, swirled, licked the wet, slimy inside walls of her cunt. His lips slid, captured her erect clitoris, began kneading it hard and strong. Oh God, how good it all felt! Even her insides were fluttering. Her cunt was gasping, spasming, enjoying tiny moments of delicious orgasm.
Nicole rolled his cock around in her mouth. It was leaking, dribbling like crazy. She laved his prick avidly with her tongue. She mingled the syrupy fluid with her own saliva, swallowed it down. Gerard moaned and twisted. He plunged his cock deeper into her mouth. She sucked at it hungrily as his lips and mouth worked more furiously on her cunt, as they sought to inflict their own brand of deep, excruciating punishment.
Nicole could see the orgasm building up in his sac. His balls were big and swollen. They were straddling the bridge of her nose. The ovate mounds jugged up and down heavily as Gerard began sliding his cock up and down faster in her mouth. The cords holding his hanging testicles tightened.
Suddenly the rhythm of Gerard's up and down stroke changed. He began plunging his cock deeper, more fully into Nicole's mouth. Puzzled, she felt the round, mushroom-shaped head of his cock push down deeply into her throat. It crowded the small, oval opening, crammed it, pushed its way roughly inside. She gagged. She choked and retched. Gerard pushed his cock down harder. Nicole felt her throat opening, widening, stretching to accommodate the brutal invasion. Gerard groaned, stopped eating her cunt. He began sliding his hard, round-barreled cock up and down, back and forth, deep inside the tight, moist sleeve of her open, gasping throat!
Gerard stopped his participation in the sixty-nine. He raised his head. Dismally Nicole realized what Gerard was doing. He was actually fucking her through the open channel of her throat!
She pushed up desperately against his buttocks. His cock was hurting her throat, rasping the thin, sensitive membrane tissue. Her entire throat felt as if it were on fire, as if it were being seared by a red-hot poker. The whole thing was savage, barbarous... She felt numb. She wondered what had happened, why he was doing this to her. For some reason, Gerard seemed to be completely out of control. He seemed lost in a world of wild lust, sheer depravity.
Down under his ass cheeks, Nicole felt as if she was suffocating. She gasped, gulped hungrily for air, strained with her hands against his buttocks. Gerard fought her, kept plunging grimly. He kept sliding his thick prick in and out of her throat. His ass kept mashing itself down on her face, covering and smothering her.
Suddenly Nicole felt him stiffening. Pushing his cock deeper into her throat, down past her Adam's apple, Gerard reared his head upward. He tensed, began shuddering. Then his cock exploded, gushed his sperm deep into Nicole's throat!
The spurting eruption from Gerard's cock was stupendous. Nicole felt the hot, viscous fluid rush into her throat. She gagged, choked, gulped hurriedly. She dug her fingers into the skin of his buttocks. She held onto him grimly, accepted each explosive burst, each belching swell! Deep inside her throat, a valve opened and she felt the hot, surging thick fluid gushing into her upper stomach. Grimly she held her breath. She remained there completely docile as Gerard's cock kept spurting, kept disgorging its fiery, liquid contents. Then she patiently waited for it to stop.
As soon as Gerard's cock stopped pumping its come, he slid it up and out of her warm, tightly-clasping throat. Dripping, it deposited its last few drops of come on Nicole's lower lip and chin. Gerard looked down at her. "Gosh, Nicole... I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just got carried away."
Nicole looked up at him sharply. A wave of resentment flooded through her. Sucking a man's cock was one thing, but having him use your throat as a convenience for fucking was something else. She felt degraded, humiliated. It was as if Gerard had used her.
Once again she wondered about him. What a curious mixture he was. How could he be so gentle and nice one minute, so bestial and sadistic the next?
Gerard seemed uncomfortable. He could sense her resentment. "Look, that's the way sex is. Sometimes it's kind of quiet and beautiful. Other times, it's urgent, sort of hard and savage-like... simply an outpouring of animal lust."
Nicole stared at him calmly. She shook her head. God, she certainly was learning about things. And she certainly was learning a heck of a lot about Gerard.
* * *
Gerard paused with his hand on the door knob. He looked guiltily over at Nicole sitting in the chair. "I'm going out. I-I have some thinking to do...
Nicole frowned. She felt empty, deserted. She looked up from the magazine at which she had been staring blankly for the past ten minutes. "All right. I'll see you later."
After Gerard left, Nicole slumped deeper into the chair. In a way, she was glad that he was gone. Lately the tension between Gerard and herself had increased. Tonight it had grown almost intolerable.
Nicole sighed. She laid the magazine aside, shook her head. Today Gerard had received another letter from his mother. It was becoming more and more obvious that every time Gerard received a letter from his mother, the situation between them became more strained.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Edmond Ashley was in Paris. Being separated from Nicole had been a heartbreaking, tormenting experience. Ever since she left, life at home in England had been empty, lonely and desolate. Right now, he was missing her badly.
Nicole's flat was only two blocks away. He fought with himself desperately. Everything in him was crying out to march right up there, present himself to her, take her into his arms, make love to her. But the wiser part of himself resisted. Oh, why had he come to Paris? Why was he torturing himself so? Even if he did go see her, what would he gain? She would only be angry, berate him for following her.
Edmond Ashley felt quite disconsolate. Nicole had made it understood that she wanted to be completely alone. Really he had no business being there. Still, a part of him couldn't resist.
He began envisioning his young daughter. He recalled her beautiful face, her lithe, superb figure, the texture of her skin, the glory of her nude body, her limbs, her torso. His cock stirred. It leaped, hardened into erection.
Right now, Edmond Ashley didn't want a woman. It would only stir up memories of Nicole, make him want her more. He glanced around the small cafe. His eyes lit upon a particular youth sitting on one of the bar stools close to the rear. Maybe if he could start something up with a willing, handsome young man, his lust and ardor for his young daughter's body might be appeased, at least momentarily.
Taking his drink in hand, he got down from the bar stool. He began walking towards the strikingly handsome young man sitting at the opposite end.
* * *
Gerard hardly noticed the distinguished-looking man sitting at the end of the bar. He was much too busy thinking things over. He gulped the shot glass of whiskey down. The raw liquid gagged him, seared his nose and throat, made his eyes tear.
Gerard had been drinking for over two hours. His head felt fuzzy and numb. Gosh darn it! What an intolerable situation! His mother was badgering him again. She wanted him to come home to Cannes, to live with her, to be her lover again. No! This time he just had to resist! If he went back to his mother and became her lover again, he would never be free of her and her over exuberant sexuality. He would be swallowed up. He would never get a chance to develop on his own, to find his proper place in the world.
His mind drifted, thought of Nicole. Ah yes, there was another case. She, too, was trying to get her hooks into him.
Gerard's eyes roved over the bar, came to rest on the eyes of a man walking over, staring at him. The man smiled, sat down on the bar stool next to him. "Pardon me, but I see that you're all alone. How's about joining me in a drink?"
Gerard realized that the man was on the prowl. His eyes had that curious look, a mixture of need and yearning.
Gerard couldn't help smiling to himself. "Sure. Why not?"
He turned his head, looked at the man. He was tall, good-looking, about forty-five. Gerard wondered if he should encourage him. So far, he had never tried anything homosexual. Still, a part of him had always remained curious, intrigued. He swallowed another shot of whiskey. Maybe it would be interesting. And at the same time, maybe it would help get his mind off some of his problems. "You're looking for a pick-up, aren't you? Look, if I go with you, I'll only let you go down on me. Since I'm not gay myself, I won't do anything in return."
The man's eyes widened. He seemed startled by Gerard's total frankness. "My, but you certainly come to the point of things fast, don't you?"
Gerard kept staring at the man. In his present mood, he was ready for any adventure. "Listen, either you're interested or you're not. If you want me, I'll come along. Otherwise, move on."
The man glanced nervously about. "All right... let's go to my place. I have a hotel room right nearby."
* * *
Gerard felt strange accompanying the man to his room. He was intrigued by the sheer novelty of it all, the blatant outrageousness of what he was doing. Imagine! He was having his first homosexual encounter. Now his knowledge concerning all matters of sex would be complete.
When they got to the room, the man turned. "Now that we're here, let's introduce ourselves. My name is Edmond."
Gerard took a look around the room. It was swank, luxurious. "Mine is Gerard."
Both of them extended their clammy, moist hands. Gerard began to feel slightly uncomfortable. Now that he was here, he didn't know what to do, how to proceed.
Edmond Ashley realized that he had a male virgin on his hands. "Listen, go into the bath. When you come out, I'll be all ready for you."
Gerard nodded his head, walked to the bathroom. Once inside, he closed the door behind him, then started undressing. Somehow everything felt a little unreal to him. He felt a bit numb. Oh well, what the heck. He had started on this adventure because he had wanted to see what it would be like. Now that he was here, he might as well go through with it.
After he showered, he returned to the room stark naked. Edmond Ashley nodded with approval as he scanned Gerard's handsome, muscular nude body. "Ah, I see that you're all refreshed. Good, now let's have another drink."
Edmond Ashley was dressed in a long flowing robe. Only his hairy chest, his thighs and legs were showing. His eyes kept gazing at Gerard's young nude body, lingered at his loose-hanging cock. Gerard crimsoned a little.
He took the drink which the man offered him. Then he sat down in a chair nearby. "Yes, a shower is always refreshing."
Sitting in the chair wasn't much better. Gerard felt totally exposed and vulnerable as the man kept gazing at his cock. "Listen, perhaps I had better dress and go-Now that I'm here, I-I'm not so sure I want to go through with this."
Edmond Ashley smiled, motioned for him to remain in the chair. "Don't be foolish. You're just embarrassed. It's because it's your very first time."
Gerard glanced at him. "I-I'm not so sure it's just that. Perhaps I overestimated myself. At first, I thought it would be interesting-fun. Now I'm not so certain."
Edmond Ashley smiled at him again. "Don't be ridiculous. You're uncomfortable because you're beginning to feel excited. Look at your prick. Already it's reacting."
Gerard looked down at his penis. It had grown, enlarged. It was lolling against his thigh. At the end of it, a thin trail of oily fluid was exuding from the small slot.
Gerard stared at his cock with fascination. It was still growing, slowly filling out. "Gosh, who would believe it? Maybe I'm gay, after all."
Edmond Ashley laughed. He shook his head. "No, it doesn't mean that you're gay. Truthfully, down deep, all of us are bisexual. It is simply a phenomenon which we are taught to resist. In my own case, I also prefer women. However, experience has taught me that there is much sexual pleasure to be derived from the male also."
Gerard felt utterly stunned. His prick was almost full now. "Yes, but it's a perverse pleasure."
Edmond Ashley grinned at him. "When it comes to sex and pleasure, nothing is perverse. All that counts is sensation, fulfillment. How we derive it is of no consequence at all."
Gerard stared up at him. He almost felt as if he was fifteen again. He thought of his mother, remembered his first night with her and the lecture he had received. Why, even the words sounded the same. Once more, he was being led, initiated.
Edmond Ashley put his drink down. "Ah, I think you're ready. Now, let's see what sort of a job I can do on that handsome, large prick of yours."
Edmond Ashley sank to his knees before Gerard. He pushed his thighs apart. Gerard crimsoned. He started to grow excited. A part of him flinched, then a stab of nervousness returned. "Now listen, let's get one thing straight. I-I'll let you go down on me, eat me, suck out my come-b-but I won't do anything in return."
Edmond Ashley smiled at him strangely. He began handling, squeezing the turgid cock. "Relax. Stop being so concerned with things. First, let me give you a treat. Afterwards, we will see what happens."
He began milking the blood-filled prick with his hand. Slowly he pulled the skin up and down. Fascinated, Gerard watched him. He felt his cock harden, expand. It thrilled him as he watched it grow and enlarge in the man's hand.
Gerard had to admit to himself that he was growing very excited. Edmond Ashley's eyes glazed as Gerard's cock filled out, hardened before him. "Oh, God... it's much bigger than I thought! In fact, really it is quite huge." His lips quivered. Suddenly he lost his reserve. He groaned, bent his head, took the burgeoning, filmy round head of Gerard's cock into his mouth. Then he began moving his head up and down.
Gerard kept watching as his huge cock slid deeply into the man's mouth. One moment it was engulfed, gone. The next moment, it reappeared. It glistened with the juices of his mouth. Jesus, what a sight! How fascinating it was to watch a man suck your cock! Suddenly his lust grew and intensified. The man was plunging his lips up and down faster now, sliding his prick in and out at a much faster pace. Christ, but did he know how to suck!
Edmond Ashley began taking more and more of Gerard's cock deep into his mouth. Shivering, Gerard watched as his lips reached lower and lower. God, now the head of his cock was surging. It was actually entering the man's throat!
Gerard started groaning as the man pulled the head of his cock back and forth. The man's throat felt just like a tight, warm, clasping sleeve. Jesus, how good it felt! Everything was so tight, so clenching and so warm. Again and again, the man's strong throat muscles applied themselves. They grasped his cock hard, squeezed it like a vise. Gerard moaned. He went utterly limp. He surrendered himself completely to the new, novel, excruciating experience.
Gerard's body began getting tense. The man's cheeks were all hollowed. His mouth and throat were siphoning powerfully, hard! Jesus, what an incredible sensation! He could feel it right down to his very toes. Never! Never had his cock been sucked like this! The suction was so strong, it felt just as if he was trying to siphon everything out of him.
Edmond Ashley cradled his balls with his hand. He hefted them, squeezed them softly. Gerard gripped the sides of the chair. He lurched, leaped in the air as the sharp, keen-edged sensation began suffusing his groin. HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! HE WAS COMIIINGGG! His cock was burning. It was straining, throbbing wildly. "AGHhhh!" he cried out as his cock exploded.
* * *
After it was over, Gerard collapsed in the chair. He was utterly spent, exhausted. God, what an orgasm! He had never experienced one like that in his life! Deep inside, his body was still shuddering. His prick felt as if everything had been sucked right out of it... not only his come, but his very marrow, as well!
Edmond Ashley smiled as he looked down into Gerard's spent face. He was standing now, leaning slightly over him. Slowly he traced his finger down the short, sweaty expanse under Gerard's balls. Then he pushed the tight, rubbery ring of his anus in and out. "That's a nice tight asshole you have there," he said, smiling at him.
Gerard began to feel very strange. He realized what the man was up to, but he was much too weak and exhausted to move. One part of him wanted to bolt up from the chair and run away. However, the other half of him craved something more.
The tip of Edmond Ashley's finger wormed its way into Gerard's moist asshole, pressed up against his prostate gland. Gerard squirmed in the chair. His body practically leaped. God, what a crazy wild sensation! Slowly the man's finger buried itself deeper, probing and exploring him. The sensation felt uncanny, strange... almost eerie!
Edmond Ashley kept studying his face, watching his reaction. "Listen, I know you didn't promise anything... but how about helping me out?"
The man's finger was driving him crazy. It was probing around deep in his body like a live snake. Strange thrills of delight began coursing through Gerard's body. He groaned, started writhing. Jesus, he just couldn't believe it! He would never have believed that anyone could enjoy the feeling of someone else's finger moving around deep inside his body like that!
Ashley smiled as he noticed him squirming and twisting. "Look, even though I've sucked you dry, I can still make you come again. Let me squirm my prick into you and I'll give you a thrill you never experienced before."
Gerard began to feel lightheaded again. He felt as if he was in a daze. Despite his resolve, he felt his will slowly dissolving. Damn the man, he was an expert. He was a magician. He knew ways of pleasure that he had never dreamed existed. Now he was teasing him. He was deliberately working him up with that crazy finger of his, intriguing him with promises of lush, perverse thrills, strange, exotic delights.
Dazedly he looked up at the man and deliberated. He had never had anything up his asshole, but now he was definitely intrigued. "N-no... I've never been buggered before. Besides, I don't think I would like it. It would probably hurt too much."
Edmond Ashley lifted his eyebrows. He caught the note of hesitation in the young man's voice. "Bah, don't believe all that nonsense about it hurting. Believe me, a man's prick is no thicker than two or three fingers. With the help of a little Vaseline, it just slides up into you really nicely."
Reluctantly Gerard deliberated again. Mentally he began playing with the thought. He wondered what it would feel like to have something like a man's prick slipping into his asshole from behind, how it would feel to have something thick, alive and throbbing buried deep up in his anal passage. Exciting chills passed through his body. He could almost feel the man's prick moving, sliding deep inside him. "All right, I'll give it a try. But first, you'll have to promise to take it real easy."
Edmond Ashley's eyes sparkled with delight. He knew he had him now. "Don't worry. I'll be really gentle." He produced a jar of Vaseline. "Quick-get over on the bed. Crouch face down on it, on your hands and knees."
Gerard felt as if he were in a dream. His mind refused to believe what was actually happening. He moved like a man in a trance, arranged himself down on the bed. He pulled his knees up under his stomach, then presented his buttocks.
Edmond Ashley studied the young man's position. "Raise your ass a little higher. If you keep it raised high enough, then my prick will slide into you nice and straight."
Gerard turned his head. Edmond Ashley parted his robe. His hard prick sprang into view. He gulped, stared at it, then felt shivers run up his spine. Christ, what a big cock. It was big, very long-and it looked just like a bar of hard iron. God, how could he possibly even think of taking something like that up his ass?
Gerard realized that all his idle speculation was useless. Dully his heart began to pound in his chest. He tried to relax. Despite all his negative feelings, something deep inside of him wanted to get on with it.
Edmond Ashley was very methodical. He pressed some jelly into Gerard's ass, then smeared it deeply inside with his finger. "There, that ought to do it. Now you shouldn't feel a thing."
Gerard no longer cared whether he felt it or not. "C'mon, stop wasting time. Push that thing of yours into me and let's see what happens!"
Edmond Ashley smiled. He realized that the youth was completely tamed. He actually wanted it now. He stepped up onto the bed, knelt on it behind him. He grabbed the cheeks of Gerard's ass with both hands. He spread them, then introduced the head of his prick into the widened fissure. Then he slowly began pushing the whole knob head into the small circle of his anus.
The round, rubbery rim of Gerard's asshole was completely stretched and distended. Contrary to what the man had said, it did hurt quite a bit... but it also felt pretty good. "Come on, keep going!" he egged the man on. "Push the rest of it up into me!"
The round cockhead began penetrating the tight, constricted orifice. His taut, rubbery sphincter muscle clamped down strongly around the hard, round barrel of the man's cock. Looking down under himself, Gerard saw the man's oval testicles hanging and swaying in their long, wrinkled sac. Above, the man's hard cock glistened pale whitely. It was sticking into him just like a round, bark-stripped log. Jesus, what a sight! It was just like looking at a pornographic picture. Only this time, the difference was that everything was happening for real.
Suddenly Gerard's prick leaped. It jumped, lurched, then stiffened into a hard erection.
Edmond Ashley pushed forward again. Slowly the long, hard cock pushed deeper into the warm inner anal passage. Feeling its hard thickness penetrating, Gerard groaned, then spread his knees farther apart so that the man could get at him better. Quickly Edmond Ashley reached under his belly. He held Gerard in a close jack-knife position, then grunted and shoved the remainder of his prick straight up into the humid, warm interior of his body.
As soon as the hard prick was all up into him, Gerard felt the man stop. Soon he became accustomed to the feeling of the hard bulk buried deep inside him. He felt the thick, bloated head of the man's cock buried deep in his lower belly. He marveled and concentrated on the delicious feeling of fullness taking place.
Throbbing, jumping deliriously, the swollen cockhead began pulsating deep inside Gerard. Edmond Ashley pulled it back. Then he sent it sliding, slithering deep up into him again. Gerard began squirming, twisting. He groaned loudly. Christ! What a fantastic feeling! His entire asshole felt full. It felt stuffed and jammed, crammed from the sheer bulk of the thick cock.
Edmond Ashley began sawing his cock in and out of Gerard's asshole. He pumped, pulled it back, pushed forward deeply and strongly. Then he gradually increased the rhythm and depth of his strokes.
Gerard went wild! He began feeling as if he was going out of his mind. At one moment, it felt as if he was about to expel and shit! The next moment, something big and bulky was invading his body, filling it up. Oh God, what a weird sensation! He would never have believed that anything could be so exciting, so pleasurable, so strangely exotic and fulfilling.
Gerard began writhing and twisting frantically. He rotated his ass on the man's long, thick, fat pole. Again the man's strokes increased in rhythm and speed. He began thrusting wildly, spearing into his ass again and again, reaming him, boring him, plunging deep into his warm, tight anal passage. Gerard groaned, gritted his teeth. He braced himself, endured the assault... loved every minute of it!
Gerard's hard prick began lurching and jumping. Looking down at it, he stared at it with awe. Christ, what the hell was happening to him? Despite his previous discharge, his cock was beating and throbbing. It was swelling, straining like a prisoner trying to escape its thin sheath of skin!
Edmond Ashley stopped moving. He pulled his big cock all the way back. Then he plunged his entire hard member deep into him, right up to the hilt! Gerard's heart started pounding. He felt the huge swelling taking place deep in his anal passage. His head whirled. He groaned with delight. The cock buried deep up inside him was about to explode and erupt! It was about to shoot its load of hot, thick come straight up into his body!
The thick straining cock swelled gigantically. With a wild lurch, it exploded and went off! Gerard's head swirled. God, the cock buried inside him was erupting like a volcano. It was spewing, squirting, sluicing the hot come straight into him. The warm juice jetted into him, irrigated him profusely, filled out every nook and crease in his lower intestines, his very bowels!
Suddenly Gerard's own cock detonated. It jerked, leaped into the air, squirted out heavy blobs of milky-white come. Gerard looked down, watched it as it spurted, as it deposited large pearly drops on the sheet right before his very eyes!
Edmond Ashely's cock was still spurting. It was squirting his come straight up into his body! Numbly Gerard dropped his head. He lowered it and let it hang between his shoulders. CHRIST, WHAT A FANTASTIC, EXCITING EXPERIENCE! Behind him, he could still feel the man's cock pumping. Gasping and squirting, the bloated head of his cock spurted. It disgorged the rest of its hot, fiery liquid contents deep into his belly. Gerard closed his eyes. He groaned. Jesus, he had never experienced anything like this in his life!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nicole squirmed around in the bed. It was well past one a.m. and still Gerard wasn't home. Damn him. He hadn't even called. How callous could one get? How long did he think she would put up with such treatment?
Nicole was pretty fed up. Things between Gerard and herself were growing worse and worse. Now he was taking to going out at night. God only knew what he was doing, who he was with. Probably he was with some tramp he had picked up on the boulevards. One thing for sure, he was making his rebellion known. He was certainly showing her that he could do without her, if he wanted to.
Nicole pondered the problems which existed between Gerard and herself. She wondered if it was all worth it. She was tired of his constant nagging, his insinuation, his insistence that she was trying to ensnare him, trying to maneuver him into a position where she would own him, possess him. Sure, she was emotionally involved with him. At present, he was her lover. But she wouldn't do anything to endanger his sense of freedom, his sense of self. As far as she was concerned, they could go right on living together. If the idea of total commitment and marriage bothered him, she would ignore the question entirely, just accept things as they were.
Nicole stretched her limbs out. It was one of those warm, muggy nights. No, it was useless. She was much too upset, too restless and frustrated to sleep. She felt irritable, tense. She missed Gerard lying by her side. Right now, her body was hungering. It was hungering with a need which only Gerard's hard, stiff maleness could satisfy.
Her hand moved hesitantly down. It slid over the smooth, rounded curve of her belly, slid through the silky hairs of her crotch, then slipped into the moist slit between her thighs. Her fingers probed, searched out the hardened nodule of her clitoris. She sighed as she rubbed and kneaded it gently, as a feeling of relief and relaxation spread through her body.
Her mind drifted and she thought of Gerard. If only he would grow up. If only he would recognize what a beautiful thing they were sharing. What a pity it was that he couldn't learn to accept things, to let things develop, lead to whatever their destinies were.
Her slender finger slid into the moist mucidity between her thighs. She quivered, breathed deeply. Gosh, how wet she was. Her finger could feel the lubricous, syrupy fluid. Gently she parted the wet, slippery lips of soft, clasping flesh. She pushed two fingers deep into her vagina. The clasping walls of her moist vagina fluttered, clenched about her two fingers. She arched her thighs upward. Ah, that was much better now. Her fingers began sliding slowly in and out of herself. She grew wetter and the warm, silken moisture flooded her fingers.
Nicole started thinking about Gerard again. She wondered why he was so rebellious, why he was resisting the idea of having anything permanent with her. According to him, it was a matter of wanting to be free, of being able to come and go as he pleased, to have no ties. Somehow she seriously doubted it. At heart, he was still a child. He was afraid of involvement, becoming committed to anyone but himself. He simply wanted things his own way, without having to give back anything in return.
The keen sensations in her cunt began to grow acute. She pushed her fingers deeper into herself, began sliding them faster. Oh God, now she was beginning to feel it. She started kneading her hard clitoris with her thumb, Oh, how good it felt!
Slowly a small knotting convulsion grew. It began burgeoning. Everything deep inside her tensed, then started swelling. Gasping, she gritted her teeth. Oh God, she was making herself come! She groaned as her thighs stiffened and her back arched upward. Her mouth fell open slackly as the intense sensation of spastic relief began suffusing her body.
Oh God, she was coming now! She could feel it all actually happening! Strongly the convulsive, pulsing swellings gripped her. She fell back limply into the mattress as her body quivered and shuddered, as the keen, sweet sensation of delicious orgasm delivered her body from its torturous, excruciating need!
* * *
It was early in the morning. Nicole had just awakened. Gerard had come in very late, so he was still snuggled tightly under the sheet. Quickly she glanced over at him. In the morning, usually he had a hard-on. In fact, he could hardly wait to get to the bathroom and pee. Seeing the huge bulge tenting the front of the sheet, she sighed. For a change, she had finally beaten him. This morning, she would get to the bathroom first.
Nicole swung her legs over the bed. She got up, started to tiptoe past his sleeping form. Suddenly, from beneath the sheet, Gerard's arm shot out. His hand grabbed her wrist. "Wait! Don't go to the bathroom yet. I've been saving my hard-on. Let's have some fun first."
Nicole was still angry and resentful about last night; however, she had decided not to make any fuss. She grinned down at Gerard, felt the anger slowly leaving her. When he was like this, she liked him very much. She studied his towering erection. In the morning it was always hard as granite. "All right, how do you want it? Shall I get on top of you... or do you want to do me?"
Gerard mulled it over for a moment. "No, let's do it the first way. Climb up on my flagpole," he said.
Nicole climbed over him and straddled him. She took hold of his hard prick, fitted the head of it into her moist slit. Then she pushed herself slowly down on it. Gerard groaned. His eyes half closed as he felt his cock enter her.
He pushed upward. Nicole moaned as she felt his smooth, hard prick sliding deeper into her. God, how wonderful it felt! His prick was so big and so hard! Already her cunt felt full-and still there was more of it to enter her. Quickly the arousal took place in her. She grew excited, eager.
Gerard started becoming excited, too. He arched his body, pushed more of his cock into her. Again Nicole moaned. Jesus, how stuffed and crammed she felt! Her cunt was all stretched, wide open. Thrills ran through her body as she felt the huge mass, the sheer bulk of his prick lodged deeply up inside her. His cock was really buried very deeply into her body. It was rammed inside her warm, inner core. God, she could almost feel it up in her very stomach. One more inch and it would be coming out of her navel!
Gerard lay there relaxed with his hands up behind his head. Once again, he was aloof, withdrawn, successfully uninvolved. Nicole muttered a small curse. She began rotating her moist vagina. He stirred immediately. She smiled. She knew that it would get a rise out of him. Slowly she did it again. Again he reacted. She rose, slithered smoothly down on his hard cock, writhed, gyrated. He gasped, gritted his teeth.
Nicole began feeling a sense of power. She pushed herself down harder, slid herself back up, then slithered and plunged down-hard!
Gerard closed his eyes. His jaw muscles bunched up and he gulped. Nicole felt a surge of triumph. She had finally managed to break his detachment.
Gerard was completely involved now. His hips began moving up and down. His hands reached up, grasped her by the hips, helped her as she moved up and down on his cock. Nicole began shivering. She felt her cunt getting wetter and wetter. She pulled her vagina all the way up until almost all of his round, glistening cock was revealed. Then she plunged herself down hard-strongly, powerfully!
Gerard pushed himself upward. He met her deep, strong plunge. Nicole gasped and shuddered as she felt his long, big cock surge deep into her depths. God, the whole interior of her body felt as if it were on fire! Every muscle, every fiber of her being was tingling, churning, raging. Deep inside, the hot, moist chasm of her female sheath was seething, vibrating, roiling...
Gerard reached up with his arms. They clutched each other. Nicole squirmed and twisted. She rotated her hips, churned, pulled her body up and down. She groaned with each downward plunge along the entire hard roundness of his staff, moaned ecstatically with each measured reaching of it deep up into her inner feminine core. Oh God, how fantastic! Everything felt so sensational, so voluptuous! Her mouth fell open, slack. She gritted her teeth as she felt the gathering spastic tension deep in her abdomen. Oh God! It was just too much! Her head swirled. She began moving faster and faster up and down on his cock. She plunged herself ruthlessly, mindlessly. "Ohhhh! OH, MY GOD!" she screamed.
Nicole's cunt was gasping, squeezing, clenching hard. Her body was quaking, shuddering. Finally Gerard reached his own orgasm, too. His body bucked and leaped. He tensed. He whimpered, sobbed, choked as the fierce, deep-gutted sensations ripped through his loins, as his cock sprang, leaped and began shooting its load of thick white cream up into her body. "Ohhhh! OMIGOSH!" he yelled out.
Nicole was completely immersed in a maelstrom of blinding, urgent, blazing climax. Still she felt Gerard come. She felt his cock stiffen, grow, become more huge in her. Finally there was a gigantic swelling, a hard throbbing, then a wild, powerful lurch-and then he came! Groaning, she tossed her head back. Her lips twisted as she held on grimly, as she churned and writhed in the midst of her own convulsive climax.
After it was over, both of their bodies went limp. Nicole trembled. She collapsed on top of him. "Oh, Gerard-that was so GOOD!"
Gerard held her in his arms. He stared up at the ceiling, gulped in huge breaths of air. Finally he smiled. He held her very close. This time, it had been more than just sex. His feelings had been involved, too. There had definitely been a feeling of passion, of love-for Nicole. Now it was time to do something about it, straighten things out between them, before his nonsensical moods and tantrums drove them apart-before Nicole deserted him.
Gerard was visiting his mother. She had finally come to Paris in order to settle things between him and herself.
"I-I'm sorry, but I can't come to Cannes. I can't live with you, be your lover anymore," said Gerard.
Simone could see that he was serious. "But why?"
"I have a girl now. I met her a couple of months ago."
Simone arched her brows. "Ah, I see. Now I can understand why you don't want to come down to Cannes. Good. I'm very happy for you. I'll remain here in Paris. Then we can still see one another."
Gerard sighed. It was now or never. Somehow he just had to make her understand. "No, I don't want you to do that. You don't understand."
Simone looked puzzled.
Gerard decided to declare himself. "Listen, what I'm trying to say is that I don't think we should continue to see each other. We shouldn't make love anymore."
Simone had a mischievous look in her eye. She grabbed his prick. It was hard-bone-hard! "That's not what your prick says," she said, smiling at him.
She pulled the zipper of his pants down slowly, reached inside, withdrew his hard cock. Then she began squeezing it, making it harder.
Gerard stood there. He knew it was useless to stop her. "But you don't understand. You're my mother. Such a relationship is unnatural. Besides, I'm very much in love with this girl. She's very beautiful, wonderful... everything I desire."
Simone sank to her knees before him. She licked his cock, moistened it with her lips and mouth. "Yes, but can she thrill you like this?"
Gerard didn't know what to do. He remained motionless as she slid his cock into her mouth, sucked it, laved it with her tongue.
His prick started throbbing. She stopped working on it. "See, your prick still wants me. So what if you have a girl? I have other men, too. Still, we can go on seeing each other."
Gerard was beginning to feel a little angry. "You know that my prick reacts whenever I see you. That's part of why I don't want to see you or do anything with you anymore."
Simone looked up at him. She saw that he really meant it. "In other words, you want to break off the sexual part of our relationship."
Gerard nodded his head. "Yes-I must stop. Now I'm in love with a girl. Things have changed. Besides, I think it's time. I'm nineteen now. Really we should have stopped long ago."
Simone thought over the problem. A part of her felt sad. Her young son was all grown-up now. Despite all the fun they had shared together, he didn't need her anymore. Instead, he wanted to be on his own. He wanted to develop and mature, discard his incestuous relationship with her.
"All right. I think I understand. Perhaps in a way, you're right. I guess I just became too accustomed to things. I took everything for granted. Now that you're older, you should be seeking someone else."
Gerard sighed, relieved.
Simone stared at his cock. "Gosh, what a pity. I won't have this wonderful prick anymore. Now that you've grown, it'll belong to someone else. But goodness, how I shall miss it!"
Gerard felt uncomfortable. He hardly knew what to say. "Listen, we're still related. We can visit, see each other occasionally."
Simone nodded her head. She sighed. "Yes-but it won't be the same. Instead, I will simply be your mother-a relative."
This time, Gerard really didn't know what to say.
"Oh well, I guess that's the way things should be," she said. "Really it's all my own fault. Because we have always been so intimate, I looked upon you more as a lover than as a son. However, now I can see that you're right. Despite what I feel, it would be wrong for me to insist that we continue and carry on. As with the birds and all things in nature, I must let you go. I must let you go forth into the world on your own."
Gerard was more than relieved that her attitude had changed. If it hadn't, then things would have been ugly. He looked down at his mother. He felt a wave of compassion towards her.
Simone reached up, took hold of his cock again. "Listen, do me one last favor. Let me suck your cock again. It'll be for the very last time. I want to taste your come, feel it in my mouth-savor it for the last, final time."
Gerard felt sorry for her. He simply couldn't refuse. He smiled at her, then nodded his head.
Simone took his cock into her mouth. She slurped it, slid it back and forth through her lips, pulled it through her warm mouth. Gerard stood there perfectly motionless. He just watched her as he allowed her to suck his cock.
Soon his mother's eyes were glazed. Her lips were sliding and her mouth was sucking. Deep inside, Gerard felt the familiar warm, silken feeling of his mother's mouth, the pebbly, grainy feel of her inner cheeks. Oh, how sad it was. His mother was growing older now. She had initiated him, taught him everything he knew. And now he was breaking off with her just at a time when she probably needed someone young like himself most.
Gerard began feeling the tension gathering in his groin. His mother's face had a look of bliss. Her eyes were closed and she looked as if she was lost in a world of her own. Slowly the gathering in his loins grew and intensified. His body began stiffening, tensing as the feeling uncoiled, knotted, began spiraling. Reaching outward with his hands, he gripped his mother's shoulders. Then he groaned, started spurting his come into her mouth for the very last time!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Simone couldn't be positive, but she was almost sure that she recognized the figure of the man walking before her. From the rear, it looked just like her former husband, Edmond Ashley. Even though she had been separated from him for so many years, never would she mistake his tall, imposing form, his gait, the distinguished way he carried himself.
Simone was walking down the boulevard. She was on her way to the address her son had given her. For her own sake, she wanted to see the girl he was living with-the girl for whom he had forsaken her.
The man walking up ahead stopped. He turned, looked into one of the shop windows. Yes, she was right. It was her former husband, Edmond.
Edmond Ashley seemed startled when he felt a woman's hand on his arm. "Why, Edmond, whatever are you doing in Paris?" she asked.
It took a few moments, but he recognized her. "Well I'll be-It's you-Simone!"
Simone smiled at him. "Goodness, it's been ages. I never expected to ever see you again."
Edmond Ashley seemed a little uncomfortable. Even though she had left him and divorced him so long ago, he could still feel a faint stirring deep within himself. He turned pointed to a small sidewalk cafe. "Come, let's sit and have a cup of coffee. Surely there is much for us to discuss."
After they were sitting down, he called the waiter over and ordered an aperitif and coffee for both of them. Then he turned to her and smiled. "Now tell me, what has been going on with you for all of these years?"
Simone described her life from the time she had left him. Edmond Ashley listened attentively, fascinated by her spectacular rise in the film world, by her descriptions of her acquaintances, her fife on the Riviera and so on.
Simone talked about her life and herself for almost a full half hour. Finally she was through. "And so, now what about you?" she asked. "What have you been up to during the long years?" Edmond Ashley frowned. "Really my life didn't change that much after you left."
"You mean that you still remained in the Diplomatic Corps? That you never remarried?"
"Yes. Except for a change in position two years ago-one which keeps me closer to home-essentially I remained in the Far East, just I had been doing while we were married."
Simone was a little startled by the revelation. "But what about our daughter? How could you bring up a child like that?"
He sighed. "I hired governesses to look after her. Later, there was boarding school. Then when I quit my post in the Far East, I took care of her myself."
Simone thought about her daughter. She had been barely two months old when she left. She sighed. What a pity. Obviously her daughter had been neglected, looked after by others. She had never known two parents' love, been given a normal childhood. Instead, she had been raised just like her son, Gerard. "And how is Nicole? Surely by now she must be quite the young lady."
Edmond Ashley smiled faintly. "Ah yes, she certainly is. In fact, she's the reason why I am now in Paris."
Quickly he filled her in about Nicole. He told her how grown-up, how beautiful their daughter was. Then he told her of Nicole's journey to Paris. "You see, she's quite independent-just like yourself. Right now, she doesn't know I'm here, of course."
Simone looked at him strangely. "But then... why did you follow her here? If she's that grown-up and independent, surely she can look after herself."
Edmond squirmed uncomfortably. "Yes, I know. However, I guess it's just fatherly concern. You see, I want to be near her-close by, just in case she runs into trouble-or runs into something she can't handle."
Simone smiled to herself. She wondered what her young daughter looked like, now that she was grown-up. "Do you have any pictures of her? I'm just dying to see what she looks like."
Edmond reached into his rear pocket, then took out a picture and showed it to her. "Now, tell me. What about my son? How did he turn out?"
Simone stared at the picture of their young daughter. She was very beautiful. There was a strong resemblance to herself as far as Nicole's features were concerned. "Oh, Gerard turned out fine. Really, he's developed into quite a remarkable young man."
Edmond sighed. He wished he could see his son. "It's funny," he said, "but I ran into a young man with the very same first name only a few days ago. All the time I was with him, I kept thinking of our son, Gerard."
Simone fished around in her purse. "Here, I think you'll enjoy this. This is a picture of him taken only a few months ago."
Edmond took the picture from her hand. He looked at it, then his face went white!
* * *
Edmond and Simone were up in his room. They were both lying on the bed, stark naked. She reached over and took hold of his hard, towering erection. "Goodness-it's been ages since I've held it-seen it! During the long years, I completely forgot how well-endowed you were."
Edmond Ashley grinned as he watched her fondle his cock. He enjoyed having her look at it, admire it so. Lately, doubts about his manhood had been assailing him. They had been tormenting him ever since Nicole left him. Now he felt better about himself. It did his ego good to see that the size of his cock could still stir a woman-especially a woman like Simone.
Simone capped the head of it with her other hand. She rolled her moist palm over the filmy glands. Edmond moaned. His cock twitched, jerked in her hand.
Simone smiled at him. She enjoyed seeing him so aroused. She traced the veins, the size and girth of his cock with her long, slender finger. Then she worked her hand up its big length. "One thing I always enjoyed was the size of your prick. It always filled me, crammed me... made my cunt feel good."
Edmond watched her as she lowered her head. Her eyes closed and her full-lipped mouth opened. Her long, snakelike tongue emerged slowly. It darted, flicked, then she licked the round, swollen head of his cock. "Ah, it still tastes good."
She fitted her lips over the silky glands. Edmond groaned as she took his cock into her mouth. His hips moved as she sucked it, as her tongue and mouth went to work on it.
After a few minutes, Simone lifted her head. His big cock was glistening, straining like a club. "I see your cock still likes that," she said, grinning at him.
Edmond realized that she was teasing him now. She was inciting his cock, working it up to the bursting point. "Of course it does. What man's cock doesn't enjoy the feeling of a woman's soft, smooth mouth?"
Finally Edmond decided to take the initiative. His cock was surging, straining and the lust was flooding his veins. He rolled over, pushed her down on her back on the mattress, then climbed over her between her legs.
Simone seemed startled by his sudden aggressiveness. She spread her legs and thighs apart. "Oh, good! You're going to rape me. I was hoping you would do that!"
Edmond grinned down at her sadistically. "Yes, I am going to rape you. I'm going to show you what comes from teasing a man-you bitch!"
It was only a game, a harmless fantasy and both of them knew it. They had played out this scene often during their previous married life together. First she would tease him, torture him beyond all endurance. Then he would rebel, take her by force. In a way, it was rather an exciting, pleasurable game. When they were married, often he would lie there completely motionless. Her delicate, wet tongue would lick him all over. It would slide over his trembling belly, down his quivering pelvis, then it would flick and dart at the tender, sensitive insides of his thighs, tantalizing him. He'd beg her to lick, at least touch, his genitals with her tongue. However, never would she do so. Instead, she would keep licking all around his prick and balls. She would work him up into a frenzy, escalate his desire and lust to a point where he simply couldn't take it anymore. Then naturally, when he couldn't stand it any longer, he would grab her, roll over on top of her-and fuck the living daylights out of her.
Edmond Ashley decided to reverse roles for a change. He took hold of his cock, then he began rubbing the swollen head of his tumescent glands slowly up and down through the moist, slippery lips of her open, pouting slit.
Simone gasped. She groaned at the slick, lubricous sensation. "You bastard! Now you're teasing ME!" she said.
Edmond grinned down at her. He kept right on doing it, sliding the head of his cock up and down through her velvety, slick slit. Every moment or so, he paused, pressed his knob head gently, teasingly into the soft aperture leading into her vagina, then he withdrew it, started teasing the inner wet, fleshy lips of her cunt with the round bulb of his cock.
Simone groaned in dismay. Her features were twisting, contorting. Her eyes were blazing with lust. "Come on, you bastard. GIVE IT TO ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!"
Simone's arms flew upward. They locked around his neck. Frantically she raised her legs, wrapped them like serpents about his back. She clutched him, sought to draw him downward. Edmond grinned, kept watching her face. Good, now she was begging him for it. Her face was all ravenous, filled with desire. Her body was thrashing like a wild animal!
Simone's firm thighs squeezed him strongly like a vise, seeking to force his cock into her cunt. She began squirming and twisting more wildly. Her belly fluttered, slapped into his stomach. "Come on, stop fooling around. Stick your big cock INTO ME! My cunt is on fire. I-I can't stand it anymore!"
Edmond felt a surge of power flow through him. Right now, she was all worked up. She was utterly at his mercy. His ego soared. God, it had been ages since he had seen a woman's face so filled with lust, her eyes begging so frantically.
Edmond lunged himself into her. The blunt end of his cock stabbed hard into the open, gaping aperture between her fleshy, wet lips. "Agghhhh!" she yowled as she felt the swift, brutal invasion.
Edmonds prick punctured the moist, open hole. God, she was in her forties, but her cunt was still tight. Her cunt opened, stretched and widened. His big, thick cock slid smoothly, deep up her well-oiled sheath-deep, deep into her body! Edmond gasped as he felt the smooth inner walls expanding, parting around the head of his prick. God, who would believe it? Her cunt was stretching elastically. It was welcoming his cock, clasping over it. Deep inside, she was still like a girl-still like the young woman who had left and divorced him so many years ago!
Simone writhed. She stared at him in awe, cried out with surprise at his display of sheer masculine power. "OH, MY GOODNESS! OH, EDMOND! It-it feels so good! It feels just like when we first got married!"
The tight, rounded circle of her vagina gasped. It began squeezing, clenching hard. Again she stared up at him. Her eyes widened as she clung to him tenaciously. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, MY GOD! I-I'M COMIIINNG!" she yelled out as the violent spasms began gripping her, began bursting through her entire being!
Grinning, Edmond began stroking his cock in and out of her cunt. He withdrew his long, hard prick, then plunged it back deep up into her again. Bravely she arched her back. Edmond accelerated the speed of his strokes. He began lunging, thrusting, slamming his big cock deep into her. He bored and reamed her, drilled at her like a smooth piston. Gritting her teeth, Simone held on. She accepted each long, vicious thrust, each deep lunge and plunge.
Suddenly, without warning, her cunt began spasming again. She gripped his shoulders tightly, dug into them with her fingernails, stared at him incredulously. Edmond kept pumping away strongly. He plunged, rammed, hammered at her with all of his might. Again and again, her whole cunt spasmed and gasped. He grinned in delight as he realized how often he was making her come.
Simone began flailing her head back and forth, from side to side. Her long hair lashed at the pillow. She clenched her fists up into small balls, began pummeling his back. "OH, GOD! OH, GOD!" she kept crying out.
Edmond kept lunging and thrusting. He plunged into her harder, STRONGER! Simone started gibbering. Her teeth chattered as she moaned and groaned, endured his ferocious, brutal assault.
Edmond bore down at her still harder! She gasped at the force with which he was taking her, possessing her. His big, hard prick ripped, stabbed savagely. It pounded brutally down deep into her inner feminine core. Edmond slid his hands under her buttocks. He lifted her, held her. Now he could see his round prick sticking deep into her. She was completely impaled on his big, hard cock.
He held her like that and began bucking at her. Simone's body tensed. She pushed and her loins surged upward to meet his deeply plunging prick. "OH, MY GOD! YOU'RE DEEP IN MY STOMACH! IT FEELS AS IF YOUR COCK IS TRYING TO REACH UP INTO MY THROAT!"
Suddenly she screamed from the depths of her stomach as the heavy convulsions returned, as the spasms tore through her abdomen again. "OH, MY LIVING GOD!" she screamed, crying out with stupendous delight, sheer unabashed joy.
Jerking, her hips swiveled. She writhed, twisted and squirmed, bucked up at him furiously. She mashed her wet, sodden cunt into his pubic bone. Realizing that she was caught up in the throes of yet another huge orgasm, Edmond thrust himself deeply into her belly. Then he just stayed there motionless, enjoyed the tight, inner squeezing, the hard, forceful vising of her cunt around the throbbing barrel of his cock.
Edmond began realizing that he couldn't hold out much longer. Still, he was amazed by his virility, his renewed staying powers. Holding her tightly by the buttocks, he raised Simone's body high off the mattress of the bed. Then he just slid his cock into her real slow. He buried it in her very deeply. Then he allowed his cock to go off-to gush his hot, eager sperm deep into her waiting, writhing, gasping body.
After he pulled his cock out of her, Simone snuggled up to him. "Oh, Edmond... that was so wonderful! I came again and again. Goodness, but you certainly haven't lost any of your skill or your expertise. In fact, you're just as good as you've ever been before."
Her words fell on very appreciative ears. Edmond was limp. He was luxuriating, basking in the delicious aftermath. Yes, what she said was perfectly true. The two of them still fucked well together. Suddenly he frowned. He knew what was coming next. Soon she would begin suggesting that they get back together again. God, what a tormenting situation. Everything deep inside of him was crying out to live with Simone once again. Really his love and his passion for her had never died.
Numbly he thought of the picture of their son which she had showed him earlier in the afternoon. How could he possibly remarry her, live with her, now that he had buggered, even sucked off their very own son?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
When Nicole's eyes opened, she realized that it was Gerard who had awakened her. She could feel his prick nudging between her soft thighs from behind. Quickly she turned over, wriggled away from his grasping hands. "For goodness sake, it's only six a.m. in the morning. Put that big thing of yours away and let's go back to sleep!"
As she patted her pillow and laid her head on it, Nicole smiled. Ever since Gerard had visited his mother, things had changed for the better between them. No longer was he moody or sullen. And no longer was he nagging at her, accusing her of all sorts of things. She didn't know what had happened between him and his mother, but my, how things had improved. Why, last night, he had even told her that he loved her!
Gerard's hard cock refused to relent. She felt it nudging strongly into her flesh at the rear of her thigh. One of Gerard's hands persisted. It slid up between her warm thighs, slipped into the crease between. Nicole sighed. She lay there motionless as his fingers parted the fleshy slit, began sliding through the moist, slithery, silken flesh of her delicate cunt.
Nicole felt the moisture beginning to flow down between her legs. Gerard grunted, moved closer to her. He reached around, palmed her full naked breast as she squeezed her thighs tightly against his insinuating hand. She shivered, quivered slightly as his free hand squeezed her breast, began toying with her nipple. Darn it! Now she could feel her nipple enlarging, hardening. Down below, the fingers of his other hand were kneading her clitoris, bringing it also to a turgid, spongy state. Now she was aroused. It would be impossible to fall asleep again.
Nicole's thighs opened, closed on his hand. She moaned. She was getting wetter now and she could feel the small tingles suffusing her clitoris.
Gerard's fingers kneaded and rolled the hardening nodule. Nicole gasped as an electrifying sensation shot through her body. "Don't do that! You're getting me much too excited!" she said.
Her words proved to be an irresistible challenge. Gerard threw off the sheet. He rolled over, pinned her body to the mattress. Nicole protested, began squirming. She pushed up against his chest with her hands. Slowly it became the age-old struggle-the woman fighting, resisting, saying no!-the man insisting, dominating, forcing her against her will.
Gerard's hand slid between her tightly closed thighs. He pushed them apart roughly, wedged his knee in between. Nicole groaned. She fought against him desperately, playfully, teasing and laughing all at once.
Gerard kissed her. He held her tightly and ran his lips down her throat, began licking her large, round breasts. His lips caught an erect nipple into his mouth. He rolled it, then nibbled gently at it with his teeth. It surged out, hardened. He took his lips away and began to kiss her other stimulated breast. He sucked and nibbled until Nicole cried out for him to stop and began mashing against him, her hips squirming from the torturous, tantalizing sensation, her belly heaving and fluttering. As he persisted, Nicole tried to push him away with her hands again. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, Gerard! What are you trying to do to me?"
Nicole's cries became moans. Gerard slipped his hand back down between her moist thighs. His fingers squeezed and massaged, divided the soft, wet fleshy lips of her slit. Again he started kneading her clitoris, mashing it until the strength of his own desire made him tremble with lust. He slid his fingers through the wet, slithery mucidness of her flowing juices. Then, with a wild cry, he pushed her firm white thighs completely apart, bared what his prick was aching and straining for.
Nicole's belly was perspiring, quivering like jelly. She pushed him down strongly by the shoulders. She drew up her knees. "Oh, lover... lover, please... please! Please eat me!"
Gerard's cock felt near to bursting. Still, he couldn't refuse her. He climbed down between her upraised legs, lowered his head between her thighs. His mauve tongue snaked out to touch her, recoiled, stabbed deep into the filmy, mucid membrane tissue of her cunt. Nicole stiffened. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" She yowled like a wounded animal. She struggled to close her legs, to crush and imprison Gerard's head deep between her thighs. Gerard's hands stopped her. They tore her thighs apart forcefully. Finally Nicole relaxed and gave in. She splayed her thighs wide apart, opened them really wide and then just waited for what he would do to her. "Oh, lover... do it good! Do it REAL GOOD!"
Nicole felt Gerard's tongue darting and probing. It licked, touched a sensitive spot and an incredible sensation ripped through her. Slowly her whole cunt became over sensitized. Her body seethed, trembled. Her belly began to heave and quiver. Above, her large, round breasts rolled and swayed. Nicole bit strongly down on her lip. Her excitement mounted as the sensations of exquisite pleasure escalated. Through it all, she felt his fingers opening her, his hands soothing and stroking her body, his burning lips nibbling, rolling, sucking...
Words and thoughts were impossible now. Nicole squirmed as the soft, wet, delicious contacts of his mouth and tongue stimulated her, aroused her to a point of excruciating agony. She opened her thighs wider as his hungry lips advanced relentlessly, as his mouth sucked and siphoned, as his tongue drilled and bored. She tried to analyze the exquisite sensation, but she failed. It was all just too gooey and good, too gorgeous, too wonderful and ecstatic.
Nicole began squeezing her own breasts. Her hips squirmed and writhed. Her fingers pinched her own hard, erect nipples, toyed and played with them. The blistering, thrilling sensations down in her flowing cunt were climaxing now. A part of her felt almost as if it were bleeding, but it was wonderful, too.
Gerard's mouth and lips nibbled furiously at her hard clitoris. Nicole started feeling as if she were riding on a roller coaster. First, she was plunging down. Everything in her abdomen was straining, pulling powerfully inward. The next moment, the pressure in her lower stomach lifted as she felt herself climbing high, right up to the arc, soaring up, over the top and then plunging downward again! God, what a fantastic climb! What an incredible plunge! Each time she reached the top, she felt as if she were soaring... going out of control... out of her mind!
Gerard's tongue impaled her as he stabbed it suddenly deep into her. Now the roller coaster ride was over. A new, sweet sensation engulfed her, suffused her. Nicole shivered and trembled. She could feel how wet she was. All of her juices and secretions were running, flowing down around his deeply implanted tongue. Shivers went up her spine. God, his tongue was just like a small prick, a live snake! Nicole leaped. She shuddered as the huge, massive swellings and contractions took place, as her cunt climaxed, began coming like crazy, flooding its juices like syrup against Gerard's hungry, working mouth, his mashing, slobbering lips... his burrowing tongue working so deeply and exquisitely inside her.
Gerard paused for a moment to savor the musky fragrances of her syrupy juices as they flowed down around his tongue. Her juices trickled into his mouth. He swallowed. He tasted the heavy flow inundating his tongue, savored its bitter, alkaline flavor. Then he began separating the wet, fleshy lips of her slippery, moisture-laden fissure. He began licking the mucid, glistening membrane.
Nicole opened her thighs even wider. Oh, if only she could get his whole mouth up in there, his tongue up into her belly! She moaned as she heard his mouth slurping, as she felt his tongue licking deep inside her. God, how excruciating! What fantastic, sleek, lascivious sensation. Her body felt wracked and tortured. Again and again, the massive swellings overwhelmed her. Her cunt contracted. She shuddered and quaked, tensed powerfully as another series of strong, mind-blazing convulsions tore spastically through her body, numbed her mind!
Nicole's orgasm began subsiding. She was gasping, panting, breathing hard. Gerard's mouth and lips went back to her clitoris. She started squirming, twisting wildly again. Oh no, he was going to keep right on going. Oh, holy Mother of God! She simply couldn't take it! She had had enough! Furiously his lips and mouth attacked her sensitive, supercharged clitoris. His tongue dug in, burrowed, kneaded. Nicole squirmed, strained to get away, to escape his teasing, tantalizing, torturing tongue. Her thighs tensed. Her back arched involuntarily. Her body vibrated, chattered under his mouth. "AGHHHHhhh!" she cried out as the next powerful waves of convulsion and orgasm gripped her, ravaged her already spent, exhausted body!
* * *
Nicole got up from the bed. Her head was dizzy and spinning. She felt a terrible need to pee, so she groped her way to the bathroom. Oh God, she could still feel the tense, spastic knot deep in her abdomen. She had come so strongly that everything had bunched up deep inside her. Goodness, such orgasms were far too intense. Even though they thrilled her to death, she wasn't sure that they were worth it. Now her abdomen was hurting. It would ache for hours.
Once she was in the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. God, what a mess! She looked completely disheveled. Her hair was sprawling, scrawling all over her face, her brow and her cheeks. Her face was white, pallid, sort of pulpy-looking. Suddenly she felt a small fluttering take place deep inside her. Goodness, a part of her was still coming! She could actually feel the small quivers, the tense, tiny spasms. She looked back up at herself in the mirror. Oh, what a wonderful lover Gerard was! And he was still waiting for her outside. His prick was still iron-hard-waiting to plunge itself deeply into her belly!
When she walked back into the bedroom, Nicole saw Gerard sitting waiting for her on the bed. He was grinning from ear to ear. His tall prick was standing in the air. It was soaring, all red, throbbing... just waiting with a terrible impatience, pulsing with its ferocious need. Numbly she shook her head. God, how much in love with him she was! He was everything that a girl could desire. How happy she was that things had finally straightened out between them.
Gerard crooked his finger, beckoned to her. Smiling at him, she ran, threw herself into his open, waiting arms!
* * *
Nicole was puttering around the apartment. Gerard was just preparing to go out. Nicole smiled as she watched him dress, put on his socks and shoes. "Goodness, that was awfully good this morning. From now on, I think I'll make you eat me for breakfast every morning."
Gerard lifted his head. He shrugged and grinned at her. "I can't think of any other meal I'd enjoy better."
Finally he was all dressed, ready to go. "Oh, by the way. I'll be bringing my mother home for supper this evening. She telephoned last night while you out shopping. She said she's simply dying to meet you, to see what the girl I intend marrying is like."
Nicole almost froze on the spot. It wasn't the mention of his mother, but his other words which had caught her. For the first time, Gerard had referred to marriage! Oh God, it was just too good to be true. At last Gerard had solved his problems. Now he was truly hers, once and for all. Turning, she looked at him and grinned. Since money was low, she didn't want him to be late on his first appointment for a job. "Don't worry about it, darling. I'll prepare a really fabulous feast. I'll get some cheeses, some wine-the very best."
Gerard smiled. He turned the doorknob, then went out and closed the door behind him.
Nicole turned, looked around. Goodness, now she had to get busy. The flat was a perfect mess. It would take her practically all day to straighten it out. Also, now she would have to go shopping again. Imagine, Gerard was actually bringing his mother home to dinner, in order to meet her. Inside, she started feeling very excited. She could hardly wait to meet Gerard's mother, see what she was like.
Nicole started biting her fingernail. She began making up a list of what she would buy in her mind. Yes, she would have to prepare everything very carefully, see to it that his mother was properly impressed!
