Francine had never allowed her husband Andrew to perform oral sex on her. It was her fault their sex life was so dull, she knew that. But now, suddenly, and much to her delight, a young woman, a total stranger, was helping her shed her inhibitions in ways she never dreamed of.
"Oh!" Francine gasped as Minuet's tongue slithered between her quivering nether lips. She shuddered and her pussy grasped greedily at the oral muscle that wriggled like a snake inside her. "Don't stop! it feels so good," she breathed.
Minuet was not about to stop. Not until she turned the sophisticated lady into a helpless mass of hungry flesh and felt her release trickle down her throat.
Francine's orgasm hit hard and fast. Finally, she was climaxing and enjoying sex. And now there was no turning back. Not ever!
CHAPTER ONE
As Andrew Barnes steered his Mercedes into the long, circular driveway that led to his home, he let out a long sigh of relief. Another long day was over. His law firm was successful, but with that long-awaited, hard-earned success came many difficult decisions. Most of the day had been spent in court. He had interviewed several paralegals for a new position at the firm. One of his junior partners had asked for some advice on a sticky divorce case and he had spent longer than he had planned with him. And all along, he kept in mind his morning promise to his wife, Francine. Well, he had kept that promise and was home early to help her get ready for their houseguest, who was scheduled to arrive the next day.
His thoughts were interrupted when he spotted his daughter, Hope, climbing into the bright red sports car that had been her birthday present. "Where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked with an indulgent smile.
"Hot date," she answered with a grin.
Her silvery blonde hair glistened in the fading sunshine and her eyes were almost violet, just like her mother's. She was wearing a short skirt and high heels that showed off her long, shapely legs, and her blouse was cut low, revealing lots of cleavage. .
He laughed and shook his head, amazed at how quickly she was growing up and away from him. Hope was the youngest of his three children, his only daughter, and in her sophomore year of college. Briefcase in hand, he headed toward the house wondering where the years had gone.
"Francine, I'm home," he called out.
Silence.
Dropping his briefcase, Andrew removed his jacket and loosened his tie as he started up the wide, carpeted stairs that led to their bedroom. He glanced out over the tennis courts. Francine was not there, nor was she by the pool. He decided he would take a shower before she came home, which should be shortly.
As Andrew began to relax, his thoughts drifted to the young woman they were expecting the next day. Her name was Minuet and she was a foreign exchange student from France. She was finishing up her degree in political science and had elected to travel to the United States to take some special credit courses. Francine had enrolled in the foreign exchange program thinking that it would be good for the whole family to be exposed to the culture of another country. The photo they had received from her was of a beautiful young woman with long dark hair and deep brown eyes. And from the brief conversation he had had with her on the telephone, she appeared to be as intelligent as she was pretty.
As he sat on the edge of the bed and removed his shoes, he let his imagination wander to a more basic thought; one not uncommon for a man his age. He pictured young, beautiful Minuet stretched out on her stomach by the pool, completely naked. Her deeply tanned skin glistened with oil and her legs were parted slightly, allowing him to see the swollen lips of her sex. She smiled and rolled onto her back when she saw him approaching. Her only response when he ran his hand up her firm, shapely thigh would be a low moan. And when his fingers stroked her soft, honey-colored bush, her legs would part of their own accord.
Lying back on the bed, Andrew let his erotic daydream continue. Now, Minuet was sitting up, reaching for him. She murmured something in French as she freed his raging erection. After licking him briefly, she would plant warm, wet kisses up and down his shaft and then she would cap her mouth over the end. Andrew could almost hear her moaning as she tasted his pre-cum. That moan became throatier as she moved to her knees and swallowed every inch of him. With a little shiver of delight, he imagined her lips squeezing him as she slowly released his cock. Her warm hands would cradle his bloated balls, coaxing his spunk up into his shaft. In his sexual fantasy, he watched her swallow him again, hungrily, as if she was unable to get enough of his tasty cock.
"Tres, bon," she whispered as she pumped his spit-slick rod with both hands and licked her lips. "Are you asleep?"
Francine's voice so close, jerked Andrew back to reality with a start. "Almost," he lied as he stretched and smiled at his wife.
She noticed his erection and made a face. "Were you thinking about me?"
"Of course," he lied as he stood up and moved toward her. "But now you're here and we have the whole house to ourselves and...." He let her draw her own conclusions from his suggestion and guided her hand to his very full crotch.
"It's early yet," Francine protested, although she did not pull her hand away from her husband's erection. She was amazed at how big and hard he could get. She could actually feel the heat from his body through his clothes.
Andrew held his breath. Holding his wife's hand in place, he humped it gently. How he longed for her to be the aggressive one once in a while. He ached for her to go to her knees, free him and at least pretend to enjoy sucking his cock. That hadn't happened in years and, with a sad, nostalgic feeling, he doubted that it ever would again. In fact, at this point, any sudden move would frighten her off. He had learned over the years that with Francine, he had to move slowly. He had also given up trying to suggest anything "kinky," like a different position.
"Doesn't this feel good?" he asked. When he realized her hand was going to stay right where he'd left it, he cupped her big breasts with both hands.
"Yes," she whispered in a timid, almost shy voice.
"Your nipples are getting hard," he said as he thumbed the rigid points in her silk blouse.
In response, Francine squeezed his cock a bit harder. Andrew took that as a positive reaction and unbuttoned her blouse slowly. As her warm flesh was exposed, he bent forward and kissed it tenderly. She sighed softly and he continued licking and sucking until her blouse was open and pulled from the waistband of her skirt.
"God, you're beautiful," Andrew breathed.
Francine finished removing her blouse and placed it carefully over the back of a nearby chair. She took off her shoes and placed them side by side under the edge of the bed, and then she removed her skirt. That was folded carefully and placed next to her blouse. Instead of cooling Andrew's fever, this slow, deliberate ritual was driving him wild. By the time she faced him again, wearing only panties and matching bra, his mouth was watering, his hands itching to caress her. Even after three children, her breasts were firm and their beauty was only enhanced by the lacy cups of the bra. The dark shadow of her bush in her panties drew him like a magnet.
She timidly stepped into his arms and allowed him to kiss her deeply. At the same time, he slid his hands down the curve of her back, pulling her body tight against his. When she began returning his kisses, sucking gently on the tongue he offered, he knew it was okay to become more intimate. Sliding his hands inside her panties, he squeezed her supple hips and began pushing them downward. She allowed them to slide down her thighs and made a little gasping sound when he cupped his hand over her mound. He could almost feel the swollen lips pulsating against his palm. Her blonde hairs were already damp.
"What do you want?" he asked as he kissed his way down her neck and licked the tender skin between her breasts.
"You know," she answered, and spread her legs further to allow his finger to slide up inside of her.
"Say it," he urged as her scalding oils coated his finger.
"I want you inside of me," she whispered.
Andrew added a second finger to her overflowing pussy and pushed them a bit deeper. That brought a throaty gasp from her and she shuddered. His free hand had been busy with her bra and now it fell away from her slightly sweaty globes. He caught one of the nipples between his lips and sucked it briefly. Almost immediately, his mouth was on the other twin peak, flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue.
Francine shuddered again as her husband's mouth seemed to be everywhere at once. How she longed to give in to the incredible desire growing deep inside. How she ached just to be able to say all those words he loved to hear. Instead, she stepped away from him slightly and began removing her bra and panties.
Secretly, out of the corner of her eye, she watched Andrew's lean hard body come into view. He was even more beautiful than when they were first married, more heavily muscled and not an ounce of fat. She longed to just touch him, especially his thick, delicious cock jutting out of the nest of black hair between his legs. As he led her toward the bed, it bobbed around in front of him as if sniffing the air for her pussy. She wondered, as she had a thousand times, how it might taste.
As Andrew eased his wife back onto the pillows, he gazed down at her beautiful body. Her pussy, all pink and blonde, winked at him and he could smell the scent of her heat. Taking a chance, he kissed her lower stomach and then slid his lips downward.
"No," she said, catching his head in her hands. "Just ... 1 want you inside of me."
"But I can make you feel so good this way,"
"he said, keeping his mouth close to her mound. He hoped she could feel his hot breath.
"I know, but we don't have much time and...." Her words were cut short by a gasp of pleasure.
On impulse, Andrew slid his head further downward and worked the point of his tongue around her erect clit.
Her legs fell further apart and she made a little sound of pleasure as her body instinctively reached for more. Again and again, he circled her most sensitive spot with his tongue and then he moved it lower, until he could taste her flowing oils. He lapped them up quickly, noisily, and pushed his oral muscle deep inside, searching for more.
Andrew knew from experience that he had to take advantage of this situation. Francine rarely allowed him to give her this special oral attention. He thrust his tongue inside of her again and again, until her hips were rocking steadily. Then, and only then, did he bring his fingers into play, pinching her clit to match his tongue action. Aside from little grunts and moans, the only sound in the room was the lewd sucking noises he made as he tongued his wife.
Francine placed a hand on his bobbing head. Her humping grew rapid and erratic and she pulled her legs even further apart. It would only be seconds now before she climaxed. Andrew could feel her pussy begin to pulse and flutter around his tongue. Her orgasm hit hard and fast. Francine grunted, her body jerked uncontrollably for a few seconds, and then grew stiff.
Suddenly, an imagine of Minuet danced through Andrew's mind. He pictured himself licking her sweet, young pussy while she wildly bucked and thrashed about on the bed. Half the neighbors would be able to hear her groans of release.
Surprised by the fact that he was even thinking about Minuet, Andrew knelt between his gasping wife's legs and stroked himself slowly. "Do you want this?"
Francine merely nodded. Her eyes were glittering feverishly and her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. She knew Andrew wanted her to say something, use those words he liked to say, like fuck and pussy and dick. And she wanted to please him. She longed to play with his thick, hard muscle and fondle his bloated balls. She would have liked to be the one to guide him to her still hungry pussy. Instead, she said his name and pulled her legs further apart for him.
"Francine," Andrew breathed as he placed his thick knob against her liquid opening.
"Yes," she managed to croak.
"God, it feels so good," he said.
Already, the head and half of his length were buried inside of her. She was still tight and so hot that it felt as if she might melt his dick. He resisted the urge to drive himself in to the hilt and fuck her wildly. Instead, he withdrew until only his knob remained inside. Reaching between them, he rubbed her clit lightly and then worked his cockhead in a circle just inside of her lips.
"Do you like that?" he asked.
Again, Francine nodded.
"Tell me, baby," he urged as he slid in to the hilt. "Tell me how it feels."
"Good," she breathed, her mouth close to his ear. "It makes me want to...."
"To fuck all night," he said, finishing the sentence for her as he withdrew and plunged in again. "Say it."
As badly as she wanted to, Francine was unable to say another word. To let him know he was pleasing her, she bucked upward. Sliding her hands down his sweaty back, she urged him to move faster. Already, she could feel her orgasm swelling inside of her like a balloon.
Andrew gave her what she wanted, slamming into her so hard, it made both of them grunt. He rode high on her mound, grinding her clit between them. Her familiar pussy sucked hard on his dick, thrilling him beyond words even after all these years. He fought the urge to place her ankles over his shoulders. He also fought the urge to flip her over and take her from behind. Francine would never allow that. Instead, he drove himself deeper and deeper as he felt the cum beginning to boil in his balls.
To make this incredible ecstasy last as long as possible, Andrew let his mind wander to other things. Again, out of nowhere, Minuet came to mind. He imagined himself fucking her. She would be super tight and so very, very wet. The thick, wet sounds filling the room would be accompanied by her guttural sounds of pleasure, perhaps broken phrases, half-French and half-English. "Fuck my pussy," he dreamed she would say. "Fuck me till I scream!" Then she would wrap her long, strong legs around his ass and grind her pussy against him as her orgasm overtook her.
After Minuet climaxed, she would be ready for more. In Andrew's mind, it was she who initiated a position change. She literally rolled him onto his back and knelt between his legs, pumping his sex-slick cock with both hands. She might even lick it, moaning at the taste of herself. Then, unable to stand it any longer, she would straddle his body and lower herself onto him. From this position, he could watch her slide up and down on his cock. Her firm breasts would jiggle seductively with her movements. She might even reach down between her legs and rub her own clit.
It was good Francine had no idea what was going on in Andrew's head as he pounded her pussy to a squishy pulp. All she knew was that he was more turned on than usual. His cock had been huge right from the start and as his orgasm approached, he swelled to gigantic proportions. This stretched her almost painfully wide and she had never known him to go this deep. Yet, she found herself responding favorably, meeting him thrust for thrust as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.
"I want to fuck you all night!" he grunted, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "Tell me that's what you want."
"Andrew," Francine whispered as his words reached her ears. She found that they excited her even more than his powerful fucking. "1 want it," she managed to moan as she held him close. "I want it all."
"Do you want me to cum inside of you?" he asked as his spunk streaked up his shaft.
He pictured Minuet. This time, she squatted between his legs with two fingers buried in her wide-spread twat. At the same time, she pumped him, concentrating on his sensitive knob. "I want to see you cum," she hissed. "Shoot all over me."
"Yes." Francine's second orgasm, far more pleasurable than the first, was triggered by Andrew's cock beginning to throb and jerk.
With an almost anguished sound, Andrew drove himself deep into his wife's body one last time. Hot spunk gushed from the end of his dick, splashing onto the walls of her convulsing pussy, the pleasure so intense that he was frozen for what seemed an eternity. In his mind, he was pouring his hot load all over the hands and face and breasts of a beautiful, young woman, a sexy, stranger who would be living in his home for the next few months. Andrew had a feeling it was going to feel like a year.
CHAPTER TWO
At about the same time Andrew Barnes was fantasizing about Minuet, his youngest son, Charlie, was saying good-bye to his last customers of the day.
"I'll call when the proofs are ready," he reassured the young couple. '
Locking the door behind them, he gave his receptionist a weary smile. "That kid was a monster!"
Raven laughed, her dark eyes twinkling merrily. "You look like you gave birth in there instead of taking his picture."
"I should charge double for jobs like that one," he said, and headed for the studio to put his equipment away for the day. A glance at his watch reminded him that he should be leaving soon. His mother was all excited about the foreign exchange student arriving the next day, and everyone was supposed to try to get home as early as possible. He was excited about meeting the young woman from France himself. According to the picture of her he had seen, she was drop dead beautiful. He had even considered asking her to pose for some pictures for him.
"Do you want me to help?" Raven asked, following him into the large room which doubled as his office. She and Charlie were friends and had been for several years.
And even though she was married, they had been lovers from time to time. She found the tall, well-built blond handsome as well as skillful in the sex department. He was one of the many men who took care of her needs when her husband was out of town, which was often.
Gratefully accepting her offer, Charlie allowed her to put the studio end of the room to rights while he finished up the paperwork on his desk. When his task was finished, he collapsed on the sofa and watched his assistant pick up the last of the toys the child had strewn about the floor.
"You're pretty good at this," he said, with a teasing smile.
"I've had lots of practice," she replied. After placing the last of the toys in the box, she stretched.
Charlie studied her long, lean body, amazed not for the first time that she could be so athletic-looking and so feminine at the same time. Her weight was distributed to all the right places, firm, rounded hips and luscious, high-riding breasts. And she normally wore clothes that enhanced that hourglass figure.
"That foreign exchange student is supposed to arrive tomorrow, isn't she?" Raven asked, interrupting his thoughts for a moment.
"Yeah," he answered. A moment before he had been relaxed. Now he was feeling a different kind of tension, one he hoped Raven would be willing to relieve.
"What's her name?"
"Minuet."
"Like the dance."
Charlie shrugged. "I guess."
"Where is she from?"
"France."
"Ooo, la, la, you know what they say about those French women," Raven teased.
"Let's pretend you're a model from France."
"Moi?" Raven pretended to be surprised at his suggestion.
"Take off your clothes and let me take some pictures," he coaxed.
"Monsieur!" she snapped in indignation. Then she gave him a sexy little smile. "What's in it for me?"
"This," he said, thrusting his full crotch toward her.
"Let's skip the pictures," she purred as she pulled her sweater up and off. The game was over. "And get down to the basics."
Even though Charlie was disappointed in her answer, he was very happy with her actions. His cock grew longer and thicker as she reached behind and unhooked her bra. Her oversized breasts topped with rigid, rose-colored nipples came into view. Without hesitation, she unsnapped and unzipped her slacks and stepped out of them. Her panties followed and Raven stood before him nakedly perfect. Briefly, he imagined watching her through the camera lens and his cock jerked.
"Your turn," she said as she fondled her breasts lovingly.
As Charlie removed his clothes, he kept his eyes on the young woman standing before him. Her hands slid slowly down her body to her ebony bush at the base of her flat belly. Her thighs parted slightly, allowing him to see a single finger as it disappeared inside of her. He wasn't sure whether her quick intake of breath was from the exploring finger or the sight of his super hard prick.
"Let me do that," he said as he motioned for her to join him on the sofa. With his free hand, he worked the skin up and down his fuck pole.
Raven sauntered toward him and remained just out of reach for a few moments. Both hands were between her legs now, squeezing her black fur rhythmically. As she eyed the fat prick jutting up out of his lap, her already damp pussy grew even wetter. His knob was enlarged and his balls looked full and inviting. She slid her finger deep inside, causing her pussy to flutter. Her whole body tingled with excitement.
Finally, the time for teasing was over. Raven moved in closer and offered her wet finger to him. He sucked it into his hot mouth, moaning at the taste of her oils. She shuddered as he swirled his tongue around it. At the same time, he inched one of his own fingers into her steamy hole. It was thicker and longer than her own and she sighed and squatted slightly, urging him to go deeper. To her delight, he added a second finger and pushed them both deeper.
Charlie caught a whiff of her heady, woman scent and found he could control himself no longer. With his fingers moving in and out of her clutching cunt slowly, he leaned forward and ran his nose through her silky bush.
"Oh, God!" Raven moaned as his hot breath stirred her hairs. Her fingers curled around his hard cock. She felt it throbbing against her palm, but could do little more than squeeze it. His oral attention consumed all of her senses.
Knowing exactly how to please her, Charlie curled his tongue into a point and pushed it between her swollen lips. It came into contact with her clit immediately. She jumped and gasped and a fresh flood of oils coated his fingers. Thinking only now of one thing, Charlie continued flicking her sensitive nub with his tongue while he moved his fingers in and out a bit faster.
Consumed with the need to climax, Raven placed a hand on his head and began rocking her hips back and forth. God, his fingers felt good! And that very experienced tongue on her clit was driving her crazy. Her legs grew weak and she knew she was going to have to lie down or fall down.
"Charlie," she whispered just as he sucked her clit into his mouth. "I need to...."
He anticipated her request. Without removing his fingers, he helped her to lie down on the sofa. Almost immediately, her legs parted wide, giving him all the room he needed. For a few moments, he was occupied with watching his wet fingers slide in and out of her pussy. He thought about how that would look on film and again made the request to take her picture.
"Just make me cum," she moaned, humping his hand steadily.
Charlie fingered her and continued to watch as she began rubbing her own clit. Finally, he pressed his face between her wide-spread legs again. His lips closed around her magic button and he moaned as the combination of her scents and her taste filled his head.
"That's it," she whimpered, bucking against his face and hand.
When her pussy began to suck at his fingers, Charlie knew she was ready to lose control. He flicked her clit with his tongue and worked his fingers faster. Thick, wet sounds reached his ears and mingled with her low moans of pleasure. She jerked her legs even further apart, opening herself up to him completely. Within the next few breathless minutes, her orgasm hit, sending her into such a wild, gyrating frenzy that it was all he could do to keep up with her.
Raven reluctantly returned to earth and watched as Charlie lapped up the last of her juices. He ran the point of his tongue the full length of her slit, sending shivers through the young woman's body. His mustache was wet and his cheeks were covered with her curly black hairs. She tugged at him gently and he kissed his way up her body, pausing briefly to suck her sensitive nipples. When their mouths came together, she tasted herself and moaned. His cock thumped against her thigh, reminding her that there were other pleasures to be experienced.
"Let me taste you," she whispered.
Charlie continued moving his body upward until his swollen knob brushed the warm, damp skin between her breasts. He held his breath as she pulled the fleshy globes up around his shaft, squeezing them tightly together. Slowly, he fucked the tight tunnel created by her breasts. Pre-cum bubbled out of his cockhead and he watched it glisten on her flawless skin. God, what he wouldn't give to take pictures of that!
After the offering of pre-squirt, Raven found her mouth watering to taste him. She urged him to move higher and sighed as he straddled her face. Holding his prick in one hand, his bloated balls in the other, she spent some time licking him. She traced the veins running the length of his shaft and teased his nerve bundle with just the tip of her tongue. His low groans and gentle thrusting told her she was pleasing him. She could almost feel his hot load boiling in his balls.
Charlie watched through a lusty haze as Raven planted several sucking kisses on his cockhead. Her tongue dipped into his slit while her fingers massaged the mixture of her spit and more pre-cum into his shaft.
Finally, she formed a little O with her lips and pushed them down over his knob. Her tongue flicked over his sensitive spot expertly. He groaned louder and fought the urge to ram his cock deep into her throat.
Raven loved the feeling of his throbbing prick between her lips. Even though she was sure he wanted more, she swallowed only the velvet head and sucked on it gently. More pre-squirt coated her tongue and she moaned at the taste, allowing him to inch deeper into her cunt-like mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered as he withdrew slightly and sank in again.
His words excited her as much as the pussy prod thumping against her tongue. She allowed him to slide deeper and when he pulled back, she sucked him in again. Soon, he was riding back and forth in the cradle of her tongue. She squeezed him with her lips and continued to fondle his swinging sac.
Charlie braced himself on strong arms and fought for control. He looked out the window at the fading sunlight and remembered he was supposed to get home as soon as possible. Then the picture of Minuet came to his mind and a sudden, intense wave of pleasure washed over him. He humped Raven's mouth a bit harder and bumped the back of her throat. At that moment, he decided that he would do his best to seduce the young French woman. He closed his eyes and imagined her posing for him. In his fantasy, she was naked, incredibly aroused by his hands and mouth and willing to do anything to pleasure him.
Raven sensed Charlie's impending orgasm. His thrusts were erratic and his guttural sounds of pleasure had grown louder. Eager to taste his load, she pulled her head back and concentrated her sucking on just his knob. As he began to swell and jerk, her excitement increased. Her tongue swirled around him lazily and she placed both hands on his ass, urging him to move faster. Little wet, sucking sounds reached her ears. She squeezed her legs tightly together as her clit began to tingle again. Briefly, she longed to feel him inside of her and, at the same time, she wanted him between her breasts again.
Charlie's boiling spunk eased into his shaft. Raven's hot, sucking mouth drew it to just below the head where it simmered for what seemed an eternity. With an anguished sound, he struggled to stop the inevitable as long as possible. Finally, it felt as if the whole end of his cock blew off inside of her mouth.
The first hot stream of spunk hit the roof of Raven's mouth. Before she could swallow that, a second stream blasted onto her tongue. This was followed by more and more of his sweet, creamy cum and she drank down every drop. She used her hands and mouth to milk him completely dry, even kissing his balls briefly after she released him.
"You want some more of this?" Charlie asked as he slid down on the sofa beside her. Just as he'd exploded inside of Raven's mouth, he had a vision of Minuet masturbating while he took pictures of her. That thought was still fresh in his mind, causing his erection to return almost immediately.
"My pussy does," Raven said as she spread her legs wide and reached for him with both hands.
She stroked his spit-slick cock briefly and then guided him to her hungry hole. Both of them signed as he slid inside of her. His thick shaft stretched her lips wide and did not stop moving until he was buried to the hilt.
Charlie remained motionless for a few seconds, content to look down to where they were joined. His honey-colored hairs mingled with her tangled, black mass of curls and contrasted vividly with her bright pink lips. God, she was hot and tight! He loved the way she pulsed and fluttered around him and suddenly felt as if he would last for hours.
Since Charlie's cock was much bigger than her husband's, Raven loved the stuffed feeling she had with him. Eager to prolong this pleasure, she rotated her hips, grinding her clit between them. That brought a low moan from her throat and her pussy hugged the welcome intruder warmly.
Charlie finally gave in to his urges. He withdrew until about half of his cock reappeared, glittering wet, coated with her oils. Then he thrust forward again. Moving his hips in a tight, little circle,-he mashed her clit between them. That brought more moans from Raven and her pussy clamped down on him even tighter. Again and again, he repeated this process until she was humping upward steadily, clinging to him with her arms and legs.
"I'm cumming!" she breathed. As she rushed closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, Raven pressed her face into his chest. "God, it feels so fucking good!"
Still feeling as if he could last for hours, Charlie slammed into her hard enough to make both of them grunt. His wet balls slapped against her upturned ass and the springs of the old sofa squeaked with their rhythmic movements. With a howl of pleasure, Raven's orgasm hit full force. She bucked wildly a few times and then her whole body stiffened.
Charlie continued to fuck her slowly until she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. Without a word, he withdrew from her still spasming cunt and took a seat on the sofa. Then he reached for her.
Raven had been with Charlie enough to know what he wanted. Holding his slimy prick by the base, she straddled his lap and sank down onto it. She liked this position, too, because it allowed him to suck her very sensitive nipples. It also made her feel somewhat in control of the situation. With a little moan, she squatted and began sliding up and down his prick.
Charlie's prick was surrounded by hot, tight pussy again and he realized he wasn't going to last for hours after all. To take his mind off that, he moved his head from one sweaty nipple to the other, sucking and licking. Her skin was slightly salty and yet sweet.
"Oh, Charlie," Raven groaned when she felt his mouth on her breasts. Sometimes, she could climax from that alone. That plus the fat cock stuffed into her pussy sent her into a series of cums.
"Ride it," Charlie whimpered, his face buried between her breasts. He cupped her ass in both hands and pulled her down onto him even harder. "Ride it, baby,"
Spurred on by his excitement, Raven rode him hard and fast. Just as the first waves of pleasure began washing over her, she heard Charlie groan with release. His hot spunk erupted deep inside of her. That sent her over the edge and she cradled his head against her chest as she bounced around wildly on his fountaining cock. His load filled her to overflowing in just a matter of seconds and they collapsed in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, struggling to catch their breath.
At that moment, the phone rang. Neither Charlie nor Raven moved to answer it. Two more rings and the answering machine picked up. It was Charlie's mother, reminding him to get home as soon as possible.
"You'd better get going," Raven whispered. Climbing off his lap, she reached for the box of tissues on his desk.
Even as she wiped his shrinking cock clean, his thoughts returned to Minuet. Silently, he promised himself that he would do whatever it took to get her naked and get her in front of the camera.
CHAPTER THREE
"I can't stay long," Hope told her boyfriend, Robert, as he unlocked the door to his friend's apartment.
"I know, but this was the only night I could get the place," he said as he led her inside. "And I wanted us to have some time alone."
Hope knew why he wanted to be alone. She wanted him the same way, but for some reason, her intense sexual response to Robert almost frightened her. He was only a year ahead of her in college and lived with his parents, as she did with hers. Word around campus was that he was a super stud. Since she'd captured his attention, she was the envy of all her girlfriends. They had dated for several months and the back seat of his car seemed to be the only place they could be completely alone.
Hope wasn't a virgin, but she felt like one with Robert. Her previous sexual encounters had been hasty, clumsy sex with young men as naive as she and in much more of a hurry. The only time she had achieved climax was at her own hand. God, how she hoped Robert's reputation was true. If things went as planned this evening, she wouldn't be left wondering and longing for something more.
In all of her nineteen years, no kiss had left her weak and trembling like Robert's did. In the dark interior of the car, he would bare her breasts to his hands and mouth, and in seconds she was wet, aching for him. He would stroke her thighs and tease her pussy with his fingertips, making her groan and beg for more. Until now, they had done no more than that. Tonight!
Helpless was how she felt with him and she wasn't sure whether she liked it or not. With her other boyfriends, she had been able to keep a cool head. But she was afraid that there would be no turning back with Robert. Most of all, she felt vulnerable and inexperienced when he molded her fingers around his thick, hard cock.
Once they were inside the apartment, Robert locked the door, turned and took her in his arms. His kisses were gentle, almost hesitant at first. It was Hope, responding as quickly and completely as she always did, who offered him the tip of her tongue. He sucked it briefly, making her moan, and then plunged his into her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, Hope pressed her tingling nipples into his chest.
The kiss deepened and Paul slid his hands down her back to her hips, pulling the full length of her body against his. His cock was rock-hard and thumping between them. The familiar ache between her legs grew stronger with every passing second and she did not protest when he worked a thigh between her legs.
Finally, their mouths parted and Robert tugged at her sweater. He pushed it up until her braless breasts were in view, and then he lowered his face to her candy-pink nipples and licked them. Hope gasped as his hot, wet mouth covered first one erect bud and then the other. Instinctively, she humped his thigh and a flood of her juices soaked through the crotch of her panties.
Robert removed Hope's sweater completely, tossed it aside and continued to work his tongue all over the flawless skin of her breasts. At the same time, his experienced fingers unfastened her skirt. It slid down off her hips to the floor. Robert kissed his way downward, teasing her dimpled navel with his tongue as he pushed the skirt out of the way. He removed her shoes next. She stood before him almost too excited to breathe, wearing only thin, lacy panties.
"I knew you would be beautiful naked," he whispered as he pressed his nose into her crotch and inhaled deeply.
Hope couldn't have replied if she had wanted to. Again, she let her instincts take over, spread her legs slightly and pushed her pussy toward his face. More oils bubbled out of her as he ran his hands up her inner thighs.
Robert could hardly wait to taste her. He sucked the thin material of her panties into his mouth. Then he pushed them deep into her slit with his tongue. Her juices coated the flimsy material immediately and he sucked hungrily before going back for more. Her whimpers told him as much as her actions. She had spread her legs even further, all but squatting on his face.
Hope was in no shape to protest, or even help when he peeled her panties off her hips. She stepped out of them readily, shuddering as the air-conditioned air inside the apartment caressed her wet thighs. In fact, she was unable to keep her hands from between her legs. Giving her mound a hard squeeze, she bit her lip to keep quiet.
Instead of returning his mouth to her overflowing pussy, Robert sat there for a moment, looking at her. Clear droplets of honey clung to her golden curls, only a shade darker than the hair on her head. That thick mat of hair was halved neatly by two puffy pink lips. Robert could almost see her clit peeping shyly out from between.
When she realized that Robert was intent on just looking for a moment, she did something she had never done before. Using her fingers she parted her furry patch, spread her legs wide and exposed herself to him lewdly. Then, unable to stand it a moment longer, she slipped a finger into her snatch, making herself moan.
"Make yourself cum for me," he said as he stood up and began removing his clothes.
That was something else Hope had never done in front of anyone before. She wasn't sure she could do it now, but she was too turned on to wonder. Looking around, she spotted an overstuffed chair and sank into it. Placing one leg over the arm of the chair, she propped one foot on the nearby coffee table. That spread her wide, allowing plenty of room for her fingers.
"Finger that pussy," Robert whispered hoarsely as he removed the last of his clothes.
Hope had never seen him like this. His eyes were glazed with lust and sweat beaded on his upper lip. He appeared to be almost in a trance. Moving her gaze slowly down his sweaty body, she kept it glued to his enormous prick as she worked her fingertips up and down her wet slit. She had never seen a dick that big! The swollen head looked like a small apple and she was sure her fingers could not reach around his shaft. His balls were oversized, too, hanging between his legs like two ripe plums. The sight excited her almost as much as her own teasing fingers.
Robert curled his fingers around his prong and gave it a hard squeeze. Never had he seen a pussy as pretty as Hope's, all pink and blonde and very, very wet! He could tell his size had impressed Hope instead of frightening her like it did most of the women he had been with. In fact, if he had told the truth about his sexual encounters, everyone in school would know that he had never actually fucked a woman. He had had hand jobs and lots of oral sex but the girls he dated were much too afraid of his huge cock to let him get inside of them. That was one of the reasons he had asked her to masturbate for him. The other reason was that he simply loved watching a woman climax.
"Rub your clit," he whispered as he moved closer to where Hope was seated.
With a little moan, she smeared her overflowing wetness up and over her clit, massaging the sensitive nub lightly. That felt so good! She could not seem to stop! And then her hips began moving of their own accord. Robert was sliding one hand up and down his cock by this time, cupping his bloated balls with the other. Hope found the sight incredibly exciting. Without a thought, she sank lower into the chair, spread her legs further apart and worked two fingers into her very wet, very hungry pussy.
"That's right," Robert muttered as he watched her pink folds open like a flower. Then they closed tightly again around her fingers and his cock jerked in response. "Make that pretty pussy cum."
With his continued encouragement, Hope plunged her two fingers deeper, pulled them out and pushed them in deep again. That brought a low moan from her and her strong muscles pulsed around her fingers. Her orgasm began building quickly.
Robert continued stroking himself as he watched her oils bubble up and out around her pistoning fingers. They oozed down her crack and puddled in her puckered asshole. Impulsively, he approached the chair where she sat and went to his knees. "Don't stop," he whispered as he pressed his face between her firm cheeks. Using his long tongue, he scooped up her glistening juices from her butthole and gulped them down. He followed the stream upward to its source and lapped up her sweet offerings while she continued to finger herself.
Hope had never experienced anything like this in her life. Her climax built, subsided and built again, the tension and excitement all but taking her breath away. When she realized his tongue was returning to her anus, she knew there was no turning back. Pinching her clit with one hand and ramming her fingers deep into her pussy, she teetered on the brink of ecstasy for what seemed an eternity. Then he pushed his tongue deep into her rectum and she tumbled into the abyss. Gyrating wildly, groaning in release, Hope experienced an orgasm more intense than anything she had ever known. Even when she returned to reality, he continued to lick her, sending shivers of delight all through her body.
"Would you like to help me out with that sweet mouth of yours?" he asked as he rolled onto his back on the floor.
That was something Hope had done only briefly once before. Yet, as she joined him on the floor, she found that she was eager to taste him. Kneeling between his wide-spread legs, she curled her sticky wet fingers around his prong. God, it was hot and throbbing. As she had expected, her fingers did not reach all the way around his shaft.
'Lick it," Robert breathed after she had stroked him for a few moments.
Hope did as he asked. Sticking her tongue out, she ran the tip up and down his shaft. His reaction excited her and she kept right on licking until he was shiny wet. She pumped him as she wrapped her tongue around his knob and was rewarded with a few drops of his sweet pre-cum. After one taste of that, she decided she wanted more. Her licks turned to wet, sucking kisses. Every once in a while, she would dip into his piss slit, searching for more of his fluids. She got what she was after and soon was sucking hungrily on his knob, moaning as her own excitement began to return.
Robert couldn't believe his luck! Everyone had told him Hope was inexperienced and reluctant to do much of anything except give out hand jobs. Yet, here was the most beautiful girl at school sliding her lips up and down his cock and loving every minute of it. He was more than a little surprised when she freed his cock with a wet slurp and lowered her mouth to his balls.
With Robert's cock throbbing against her tongue, Hope's excitement mounted again. She never dreamed that sucking dick could get her hot, but it was happening. And the longer she sucked the more she wanted. After bathing his balls in warm spit, she stabbed at his bared asshole with her tongue as he had done hers. This brought a throaty sound from her lover and more pre-cum bubbled from his cockhead. She massaged that into his hot muscle with her hands, making it slippery. Then, not wanting to miss a single drop of the precious fluid, she returned her mouth to his prick and began sucking again.
"Damn, what a mouth!" Robert moaned as he bucked upward. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once.
She alternated between sucking him hard and simply squeezing him with her lips as she bobbed her head up and down quickly. Her long, silky hair brushed his thighs, sending lightning bolts of excitement throughout his body. Then he felt her warm hands on his balls and knew he couldn't hold out much longer.
Hope had been with enough men to know that Robert was quickly losing control. She pulled her mouth off him and squeezed him hard. "I want you in my pussy," she breathed, the taste of his pre-squirt still on her lips.
"Later, baby," he promised, and vaguely wondered if she would be the first one. Then, as he began humping her hand, he could think of only one thing, emptying his balls right down her throat.
In actuality, Hope was so excited, it didn't matter where he fired his load. She wanted him in her mouth and in her pussy and, yes, even in her ass, no matter how big he was. His teasing tongue had given her that idea and she knew that it would be a hard one to shake. Even as her mouth returned to his cock and she swallowed more than half of his length, her fingers slithered deep into her pussy again.
Robert's spunk began to churn in his balls almost as soon as her mouth engulfed him. She quickly picked up the sucking rhythm she had set earlier, but the hand did not return to his balls. In his mind's eye, he pictured her fingering herself again and his hot load eased into his shaft.
"Are you going to make yourself cum again?" he asked, as much to distract himself and prolong the pleasure as anything else.
"Yes," she said, freeing him only long enough to gasp out the single word. She swallowed him again, allowing his sensitive knob to bump the back of her throat.
"Are you fingering your pussy?"
"Yes." And again, he disappeared between her wet lips.
He took that opportunity to look down his body to where she was devouring him. Her sweet mouth was spread wide around his prong and he held her hair up out of the way so he could see her hard nipples brushing against his thighs. She closed her eyes as she sucked him deep into her throat again and then released him slowly.
"Suck it, baby," he whispered as he began bucking upward into her face. "Suck it hard."
Hope bobbed her head faster and faster and began swirling her tongue around his most sensitive spots. She ground her pussy against his thigh, listening to the wet sounds that accompanied their lovemaking. The bloated balls she cradled in her hand moved up tight against his body. His prick was already beginning to throb and jerk in her mouth.
"I'm losing it," he breathed, placing a hand on her head. "I'm gonna blow."
Suddenly, all Hope wanted was for her mouth to be full of his spunk. She sucked even harder and mashed her clit against his knee. Moaning around his meat, she felt the beginnings of her second orgasm of the evening.
Robert was very aware of the hot, wet pussy being smeared all over his leg. That was part of what was contributing to the spunk that threatened to explode into her mouth at any second. The other part was the sucking lips and the swirling tongue. He heard himself grunt, there was the familiar tug behind his balls, and then the spurting began.
Hope was a bit surprised by the first long, thick squirt that filled her mouth. She swallowed that quickly, though. Then she learned that if she pulled her head back, his jism would coat her tongue and she could taste it. After several spurts, they tapered off and she pumped him with her hand, eager to get every drop of his scum into her mouth. At the same time, she lost control of herself and bucked wildly against his leg, groaning in release.
They were lying together on the floor when Hope suddenly realized how late it was. "I have to go," she told him, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. God, how she had wanted to feel him squirting inside of her. How she had wanted to climax while he pumped her full of his spunk.
"That's right. You're expecting a houseguest," Robert said, almost relieved that the evening was interrupted. He wasn't sure he could even get it up again after that. "Isn't she a student from France?"
Hope nodded as she dressed. Her disappointment was almost immediately overcome by the excitement of meeting the foreign exchange student. "I can't wait to meet her."
"How old is she?" Now he began to dress also.
"She's a senior in college. I'm not sure of her age, but I hear she's very sophisticated and smart. She sent us a picture and both my brothers were drooling over it. I just know she's going to teach me the latest make-up and fashion trends. And maybe even give me some tips on how to handle men."
"You don't need any lessons on sucking cock," he told her sincerely. Then, as he tucked his shirt into his' jeans, his voice took on a teasing note. "Are you going to introduce us?"
Hope shook her head, causing her long hair to cascade down around her shoulders. "Not on your life," she said over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
"1 thought I might be able to teach her a thing or two," he continued as he followed her outside. It had grown dark and a little chilly.
"Maybe she'll teach me a thing or two that I can use to impress you," Hope mused, then climbed into her car.
Robert winked. "You never know."
CHAPTER FOUR
Jay had not promised his mother whether he would be home early or not. She knew better than that! He was an intern, for God's sake. Anything and everything could happen at the hospital at the most inopportune times and usually did. The last thing he was interested in was entertaining some spoiled French girl, no matter how pretty she was. He wasn't the least surprised when victims of a ten-car pileup began to arrive in the emergency room just as he was scheduled to go off duty. No one was hurt badly, but there were so many, several doctors were kept busy for two hours or more.
When the crush was finally over, Jay remembered his mother's request, but by that time, he was keeping an eye on a newly admitted patient so that one of his colleagues could meet his wife for dinner.
Jay checked the patient's vital signs. Satisfied that he had stabilized, at least for the time being, he decided he would call his mother and tell her his plans. Stepping out into the quiet hall, he closed the door quietly behind him and headed for the nurses' station. He was sure she wouldn't be too upset. His brother and sister were probably already there, helping with last minute preparations. He wasn't so sure about his father.
"All work and no play...." Kelly teased as she handed him the telephone.
He gave the pretty redhead a wink and watched her walk away. Her full, womanly curves were accentuated by the white uniform she wore. Her long legs and that sensuous walk were enough to give a dead man a hardon. As the phone rang in his ear, he tried to picture her naked, creamy skin with a sprinkling of freckles and that thick fiery red bush.
"Hello."
"Hey...." Jay had to clear his throat before he could talk. "Hey, Mom."
When the telephone conversation was over, he replaced the telephone on the desk and started back toward the patient's room. Kelly was coming out of another room further down the hall and, again, he had the pleasure of watching her move.
"From the look on your face, I'd say it's been a while since you've been out to play, doctor," she said when they were face to face. She was using that same teasing voice she'd used earlier.
Jay laughed at her very accurate assumption and looked down into her twinkling green eyes. "It shows."
"You look like you could eat me alive," she said, stepping closer.
Now he could smell her perfume and his cock twitched in response to her nearness. She was right. It had been a long time since he'd been out to play. "Maybe I could."
"I have a better idea," Kelly said, licking her full lips and crossing her arms across her chest. "Such as?"
Crooking her finger in his direction, she motioned for him to follow her. Leading the way to a room almost directly across the hall from where they stood, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. He obeyed and moved into the empty room behind her. The bed was neatly made, the room readied for a patient.
"Lock the door," Kelly breathed.
Jay's hand shook slightly as he locked the door. When he turned to face Kelly again, she had the top three buttons undone on her uniform. Her eyes were a deeper color and as his gaze traveled downward, he could see the gentle curve of the top of her breasts. Another button and the lacy cups of her bra came into view. His cock was doing more than twitching this time.
With a low moan, Kelly squeezed her heavy globes together. Then she thrust them toward him, offering herself to him freely. "It's been a long time since I've been out to play, too," she whispered.
His hands replaced hers, kneading and squeezing gently. Their mouths came together in a soft kiss, but his soon became more and more demanding. At the same time, her nipples burned hot holes in his palms. Following his instincts, Jay nibbled her ear and kissed his way down her neck as he unhooked her bra. It fell open, revealing creamy, white mounds of flesh topped with strawberry-sized nipples. As he took first one and then the other into his mouth, her sounds of pleasure grew louder.
His mouth returned to hers again and she pressed her nipples into his chest. Sucking hungrily on his tongue, she slipped a hand between them and measured his growing rod with her fingers. Kelly quivered and her panties became wet just at the thought of having him inside of her. Then she felt his hands on her backside, pulling her even closer.
Jay loved kneading the firm flesh of her hips and thighs. His cock was growing by leaps and bounds as she fondled him and he moaned into her mouth. It was she who pulled up the skirt of her uniform, giving him access to her lower body. The hand he worked between her legs found the crotch of her panties soaked and the scent of her heat teased his senses. Sliding his hand into her panties from behind, he squeezed her butt and then gently teased her pussy with one finger.
"God, you get me so hot," Kelly breathed when she felt his exploring finger.
To Jay's surprise, she turned around and pulled her skirt up even higher. With her free hand, she tugged frantically at her silky panties. Her pretty white ass bared to his gaze and his cock leaped to a full erection at the sight. Before her panties were halfway down her muscular thighs, she spread her legs and bent over further. That gave Jay a perfect view of her puckered anus and her puffy lips surrounded by damp red curls.
"Use your fingers again/' Kelly said over her shoulder. Her words were almost a moan.
Jay's big hands covered her hips just as they had her breasts earlier. Her flesh was slightly sweaty and he thought he could feel her trembling. When she pushed back against him, he slid his longer fingers down her crack to her overflowing pussy. The single digit he offered was sucked up inside and her strong muscles squeezed and stroked it.
"Give me two," she whispered, pushing back against him insistently.
Wanting nothing more than to please the pretty nurse, he did as she asked. Pushing both fingers as deeply as possible, he was amazed at how her pussy clamped down on the welcome intruders and held tight. When he withdrew, her cunt sucked on them noisily and her juices poured.
"I think I could cum from this alone," she confessed. Her body had already begun to rock back and forth.
"Let's find out," Jay told her as he licked the back of her neck. Again, he caught a whiff of her tantalizing pussy perfume.
The hand that had been stroking her inner thighs moved upward. When it reached its destination, she gasped and shuddered. Jay's experienced fingers found her erect clit easily. He experimented with the slippery nub only a few seconds before he found out exactly how to manipulate it to bring her the greatest pleasure.
"Just keep those fingers moving, baby," she groaned, and leaned further over, pressing her upper body on the bed for support. Her panties had fallen down around her ankles and she kicked one foot free. This allowed her to spread her legs wider, giving him plenty of room. Her orgasm built quickly and she teetered on the edge of ecstasy.
Jay did more than that. He began kissing and licking her hips, loving the way she humped his hands, loving the way her throaty grunts filled the room. Thick wet sounds reached his ears as he slid his fingers in and out of her faster and faster. At the same time, he pinched her clit, matching the rhythm perfectly. When, at last, she succumbed to the bliss of release, her pussy spasmed around his plunging fingers and then clamped down like a vice. His palm was filled with her gushing juices.
It took Kelly several minutes to recover from her orgasm. But even after her breathing slowed, she remained where she was, bent over the bed. Her skirt was scrunched up around her waist and her panties were still clinging to one ankle. "Are you going to give me that dick now?" she asked softly. "You bet," Jay answered.
His pants were already unzipped. His cock was so stiff that it was difficult to get it out. The moment it was free, though, Kelly's warm fingers circled the thick shaft. She worked his satiny skin back and forth until she was rewarded with several pearly drops of pre-squirt. That delightful sensation was immediately followed by her hot, wet mouth. Jay stood there for a few moments, watching her suck him. It would have been so easy to give in to his instincts and begin fucking her face. Moments after that, he would be emptying his balls down her throat. But he wanted that pussy, too.
Someone's voice came over the hospital paging system, calling a physician to maternity stat. Someone squeaked by the door in nurse's shoes, her uniform swishing with her movements. All these sounds reminded Jay where he was, but nothing could take his mind off what he was about to do.
"I thought you wanted this in that sweet pussy," he said.
"I do," she said, freeing him with a wet plop. She continued to stroke his spit-slick cock slowly, as if trying to reach a decision.
Finally, Jay touched her shoulder. He was going to have to do something soon or his nuts would explode. To his surprise, Kelly did not end up on the bed on her back. Instead, she resumed her previous position, bent over the edge of the bed, face and upper body pressed into the sheets. Spreading her legs, she wiggled her bottom at him. He gazed at her wet cunt, the oils dripping onto the floor. And then she reached between her legs and spread herself even wider with her fingers. "Fuck it, baby," she urged, her voice muffled by the bed. "Fuck my little pussy."
Cock in hand, Jay stepped up close behind her. He felt the heat from her body before he even touched her. Pressing his cockhead against her liquid center, he could feel her pussy sucking at it hungrily. If it had not been for their ragged breathing, he could probably have heard it as well.
He held back as long as he could, eager to prolong this ecstasy, and then, with one gentle thrust, the head disappeared inside of her. His breath caught in his throat as her white-hot juices coated him immediately.
"Do it," Kelly whimpered as she reached for more. "Fuck me."
Still barely under control, Jay pushed his prick deeper. God, her pussy was tight! He wanted to drive himself in to the hilt and stay there all night. She moaned as he ran his hands up the back of her legs and squeezed her tight ass. Her puckered little anus winked at him and he teased it with his thumb. That brought a louder sound of pleasure from her and he continued that.
"Give me all that dick!" Kelly demanded after only a few moments of this teasing.
Holding onto her ass with both hands, Jay inched himself forward. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, sucking him deeper. Her oils continued to boil. Finally, Jay gave her the last few inches of his prong and ground his body against hers. His balls brushed the back of her thighs, thrilling them both. He felt as if he could last all night.
"That's it," Kelly moaned, her head tossing back and forth on the bed in front of her. "Ram it in deep. Give me all you got!"
Her words and that incredibly hot body encouraged Jay to begin moving. He pulled back only slightly and then pressed himself ball-deep again. Again and again, he continued this until they were moving together in perfect rhythm. Her pussy tightened around him as if trying to suck the scum from his balls. He moved a little faster and reached around to find her clit. There it was, huge, wet and throbbing! He flicked the slippery nub with his fingertips and continued with his steady fucking.
"Cumming!" Kelly grunted as she pushed back against him, taking everything he had and begging for more. "God, I'm cumming!"
In the next instant, her entire body was shuddering. Her pussy pulled around him, feeling like a thousand tiny fingers. And then she stiffened. Jay thought her pussy was going to snap his cock off at the root, but then it slowly relaxed and he began moving again.
"Lie down on the bed," Kelly said as soon as she was able to talk. "I want to ride that fucker!" Her pussy released Jay's cock inch by inch. When he was finally free, she turned and licked his slimy cock, moaning at the taste of her own churned up juices.
Jay had always admired women who knew exactly what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask for it. Kelly was just one of those women. Surprised at his own staying power, he allowed her to maneuver him onto his back on the bed. Reaching for her, he helped her straddle his body. Holding him steady by the base, she kept her pussy hovering just over his knob for what seemed an eternity. Then, finally, she sank down onto him until his knob was tucked inside.
"That feels so good," she breathed, sinking a bit lower.
"You have the tightest pussy in the world," he said, with a little gasp between each word. Jay was gasping because Kelly was sliding slowly downward onto his fuck pole. Slowly, she ground her clit against his body, making herself moan.
At that moment, someone turned the doorknob several times.
Kelly's eyes grew round, full of pure terror.
Then someone knocked.
Jay motioned for her to keep quiet.
The doorknob rattled frantically again. "It's locked."
Jay recognized the voice of one of the older nurses who had seduced him during his first year of internship. For a few brief seconds, he was in her arms again, inhaling her heady woman scent and tasting her tangy pussy. She had been his first lover. Kelly was benefiting from the lessons he had learned from her and others.
Kelly caught her lower lip between her teeth, closed her eyes and remained perched on his throbbing cock.
"Don't worry," said a young male voice. "There are other empty rooms."
A giggle followed and then all was quiet.
Both of them let out a sigh of relief.
"Come on," Jay urged, thrusting upward gently. "Slide that hot little pussy up and down my dick."
With a little whimper, Kelly began moving. She worked her body up and down, grinding her clit between them on each downstroke. Jay bucked upward, meeting her stroke for stroke and soon, the bed was squeaking with their lusty fucking.
Jay couldn't believe that this was the same nurse he had been joking with earlier. She was still half-dressed, but her white uniform was the only familiar thing about her. Her hair flew around her head in wild disarray as she bounced around on his cock. She had guided his fingers to her clit and leaned back so that he could rub it to please her. And he had never known a woman who could climax this many times and still be hungry for more.
Realizing she was shuddering through another, more intense orgasm, Jay drove his cock even deeper into her very receptive body. He pinched her most sensitive spot rhythmically and fought for control. That feeling of lasting all night was slipping away quickly, aided by her snapping pussy. He gave in to his most primitive urges. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he bucked upward harder and faster, and pulled her down onto him at the same time. Kelly knew Jay was losing control. She could feel his cock jerk and swell inside of her. Eager for his load, she rode him faster. The spunk that had been boiling in his balls all evening streaked to the head of his shaft. With a low, guttural sound, he slammed himself deep one last time and exploded deep inside of her.
Kelly climaxed again when Jay's hot spunk coated the walls of her pussy. She shook from head to toe as he filled her to overflowing with his thick, white cream and her juices poured out around him, running down onto his balls. When it was over and Kelly collapsed on his chest, Jay thought of Carolyn again. Maybe he could somehow talk them into a threesome. Having two women at the same time was probably his favorite fantasy. Kelly would be perfect because of her eagerness. Carolyn was much more experienced, but he doubted she would be interested in sharing him with a sexy, young thing like Kelly.
"What are you thinking about?" Kelly whispered as she lifted herself off him and began straightening her clothes.
"I was just thinking I should check on that new patient one more time," Jay lied, disappointment creeping up on him.
As he watched her dress, he remembered the foreign exchange student. What was her name again? It didn't matter. Maybe if he worked it right, introduced, the two women might become friends.
CHAPTER FIVE
Minuet shivered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as the big jet lifted off the ground. This was her first plane flight and she watched from her seat by the window as the familiar Paris skyline become smaller by the moment. Already, she was starting to feel homesick, especially for her fiance, Pierre.
Twenty years her senior, Pierre was wise enough to know that this trip would be good for Minuet both intellectually and emotionally.
Squeezing her hands together in her lap, she forced herself to concentrate on the passengers around her. A handsome Italian businessman and his partner were seated next to her. Both of them wore expensive suits and their cologne was one she could name easily. She only caught bits and pieces of their animated conversation while one of them tap-tapped away on a laptop computer.
Across the aisle a young mother was busy with her two children. She had confided to Minuet at the airport that she was traveling to America to be with her husband.
In front of her was a young American couple who were obviously returning home from their honeymoon. They whispered softly to each other, kissed often, and she had seen them holding hands when she boarded the plane. That sight brought another wrenching pain to Minuet's heart and the thought of Pierre.
Minuet, too, was traveling to the United States, but this was neither business nor pleasure, nor a homecoming. Born and raised in Paris, France, she was in her last year of obtaining a degree in political science (only one of the many desires inspired by Pierre). Going to the United States with the foreign exchange program was a rare opportunity to study their government firsthand, as well as take some extra classes there for special credits. She had talked only briefly with her American family, which appeared to be much like her own, financially and socially successful. Even though she would miss her own family and friends, she was looking forward to meeting the Americans, getting to know them and learning about their lifestyle.
Again, her thoughts turned to her lover. They had spent an incredibly erotic night together at the home they shared, allowing for only a few hours of sleep. Closing her eyes, she listened to the low roar of the powerful jet engines and almost felt as if she was sitting right on top of them. If she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the vibrations with her pussy, which was still tender from fucking the night before.
Pierre and Minuet had originally planned to have dinner at an expensive restaurant, but their physical needs and knowledge of their impending separation was too strong. Instead, she gave the servants the night off. Powdered and perfumed, she slipped into a skimpy, white nightie held in place by only four thin ribbons tied into bows.
The sight of him ambling up the walk, his movements fluid and graceful, made her pulse pound as always. The attorney was a big man, tall and broad-shouldered. The suits he wore only accentuated his wide shoulders and narrow hips. The silver streaks at his temples gleamed in the fading sunlight. At the last minute, Minuet rushed to stand in front of the door.
Pierre opened the door and saw her standing there. Even though he had known her for several years, he could not remember her ever being more beautiful than she was at that moment. The silk and lace enhanced her femininity and the color contrasted with her flawless, deeply tanned skin. He moved into her hungry arms, groaning as their mouths came together in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands slid down the sensuous curve of her back, pulling her closer and she pressed the full length of her body against his. The musky scent of her cologne excited him as much as the heat emanating from her body.
"I'm going to make sure you don't forget me, mon petite femme" he whispered when their mouths parted briefly.
"There is no way I can forget you," she breathed as her hand moved between them. She traced around his growing erection with her fingertips sending thrills through both of them. "Or this," she finished, and gave him a loving squeeze.
He groaned again and his prick began to feel uncomfortable in the tight confines of his clothes. As if she sensed his predicament, Minuet unzipped his slacks and freed his half erect cock. She allowed her fingertips to dance over his cockhead, teasing him and bringing a gasp from his lips. And then, as they kissed again and again, she moaned and stroked him exactly as he had taught her, her grasp firm but tender. Within minutes, he was completely erect and beginning to throb.
Longing to see her naked, Pierre untied one of the bows at her shoulder. One side of the nightie slipped down, revealing all of her firm, full breast but the dark nipple. Minuet untied the other bow and let the entire top of her garment slide down to her waist. She cupped her breasts, thumbing the nipples briefly and then offered them to him.
Pierre buried his face in the warm flesh, licking and sucking. He loved the way she smelled now and inhaled her musky scent. The slightly salty taste of her skin intrigued him, too, and he had ideas of other places to lick. At the same time, his experienced fingers found the bows at her sides and untied them quickly.
Cradling his head against her chest, Minuet let the skimpy outfit fall to the floor in a silken puddle around her feet. Then she guided his mouth to hers and pressed her naked body against him again. The coarse material of his suit teased her nipples and caressed her tender thighs. And his big, warm hands were on her bottom, squeezing and kneading. Pierre's demanding touch told her as much as the pussy prod that throbbed between them.
"I want you," she whispered as he licked his way down to her nipples again. Her fingers curled around his prick. The tip was wet with excitement.
Pierre chuckled as he cupped her mound. The silky hairs were damp. When he pressed his fingertips gently between her lips, they were immediately wet. "I know."
"Take me, please," she moaned, clinging to his broad shoulders with both arms. Running her hands through his thick hair, she drew his mouth upward to hers yet again. Their tongues battled. Minuet was so overcome by her own powerful desires, she barely noticed when he lifted her off her feet.
Pierre carried the young woman up the stairs to their bedroom as if she weighed no more than a feather. The covers had already been pulled down and he placed her gently on the pale blue sheets. Reluctantly, he untangled himself from her arms so that he could undress. As he removed his jacket and loosened his tie, he watched her fondle herself.
Moaning, her hands moved downward and she squirmed against the cool sheets. Her excitement mounted with every item of clothing that was removed. As far as Minuet was concerned, nothing was more beautiful than Pierre's naked body. His stomach was rock-hard and rippled, and his chest was covered with thick, dark curls. She watched the muscles of his thighs ripple as he removed his slacks and stepped out of his shorts. And, of course, there was that beautiful, beautiful dick. That sight always brought a flood of juices to her pussy and this was no exception.
"See how wet I am for you," she told him as she spread her legs wide.
Pierre hesitated at the edge of the bed, gazing into her wet, pulsing pussy. Even as he watched, she spread her lips with her fingers and showed him her erect clit. And then he pushed her thighs further apart with his hands as he moved between her legs.
Minuet gasped as his hot breath stirred her hairs. That was followed immediately by his talented tongue. It brushed her clit lightly before worming its way deep inside of her. She jerked her legs high and wide, grinding her pussy against his face. "So good," she moaned as his tongue moved in and out of her faster and faster. "Make me cum."
Hearing her guttural cries for release, Pierre pushed his tongue as deeply as possible and pinched her sensitive nub with his fingers. When her pussy began to pulse around his oral muscle, he worked the wet tip of a finger into her butthole. In just a matter of seconds, Minuet began bucking wildly, her lusty cries filling the room as her orgasm overtook her.
"Now I will make you cum again," Pierre promised in a low voice as he licked his way up her body.
Her legs parted readily for him. She was already guiding his prick to her overflowing pussy with both hands. They both watched as he slid inside of her easily, sinking ball-deep in one smooth motion. Both of them sighed as the penetration was complete, his balls nestled snugly against her upturned ass.
Minuet held Pierre's face in her hands and squeezed his prick with her strong muscles. She loved watching his eyes grow dark and stormy. Finally, she held his face in her hands and kissed his mouth, which was covered with her oils. The taste of her own juices excited her further and she urged Pierre to start moving with a gentle rocking of her hips. At the same time, she licked his wet cheeks and then returned her attention to his mouth.
"Fuck me, lover," she urged as she ran her hands down his back to his lean ass.
"I am your slave," he whispered as he withdrew slightly. "Your wish is my command," he said as he thrust forward hard enough to make both of them grunt. His cock was ball-deep again and then he made a little circle with his hips, grinding her clit between them.
His words thrilled Minuet, as did the powerful lunges that practically lifted her off the bed. Closing her eyes and giving in to the feelings that all but overwhelmed her, she reached for him again and again. He whispered obscenities into her ear and then began licking it as well as the tender skin of her neck. His hands slid underneath her, pulling her even tighter against him.
Minuet wiggled uncomfortably in the seat of the airplane as she relived their sexy night together in her head. The second orgasm of the evening had swelled inside of her like a balloon, growing ever so slowly. When it finally exploded, she felt as if she was flying apart with only Pierre's cock at her core. She had wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to her lover with all her strength until she returned to reality.
And Pierre was still hard, ready to give her anything else she wanted.
Glancing around her at the other passengers. Minuet squeezed her legs tightly together around her tingling pussy. Again, she caught a whiff of the Italian's cologne and that only added to the sexy feelings stealing over her. For the next few moments, she tried to think of other things. She looked out the window, but could see nothing but clouds. The children across the aisle were asleep, their mother resting. Most of the other passengers were reading or talking quietly. The honeymooning couple were snuggled close together and the sight made Minuet long for Pierre. She was going to have to do something to get relief.
"Excuse me," she said as she stood up on shaking legs.
The Italians smiled and allowed her to pass. For a moment, she couldn't remember which way to go to the bathroom and then she saw the tiny door toward the back of the plane. Hurrying toward it. Minuet prayed that it was not occupied. It wasn't.
She stepped inside and locked the door behind her. Quickly, she pulled down her panties, pushed her skirt up out of the way and squatted on the toilet. Her pussy hairs were a damp, tangled mass and she parted them gently with her fingers. Biting her lip to keep quiet, she allowed her fingers to brush her clit. Gasping, she trembled from head to toe and then gasped again as her fingers began to explore.
Closing her eyes. Minuet's thoughts returned to Pierre and their last night together. Her fingers felt exactly like the tongue that returned to her freshly fucked pussy. She shuddered as she remembered how Pierre had turned, offering her his sex-slick cock to suck. She had devoured him hungrily, loving the way his shaft slid in and out of her mouth, loving the way he throbbed against her tongue.
"I want to cum again," she told him. "I want to cum on your dick."
Pierre had meant it when he said he was her slave. This time, he simply rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. Minuet sighed as she sank down onto his stiff prick. Moving her hips in a little circle, she mashed her clit and sent shivers of delight through both of them. Her pussy snapped tightly around him and then fluttered as he literally lifted her up and down with both hands on her ass.
Soon, her own instincts took over and she began riding him steadily. Completely in control of himself, Pierre caught her bouncing breasts in his hands and squeezed them lovingly. Then he watched her face, a mask of concentration as she struggled to get every
.S3 ounce of pleasure out of the moment. Sliding his hands down her sweaty back, he cupped her firm little ass again. He pulled the cheeks wide and then pushed them tightly together again.
"Tickle my ass," she moaned as she rode him harder.
Again, he did as she asked, using her own lubrication to allow his finger to slide into her tiny chute easily. He almost smiled as he remembered that she was a shy virgin he had taken to bed for the first time. Now she was almost demanding, a highly sexed woman, eager to try things most women only dreamed about.
Minuet's eyes flew open when her orgasm hit. She grunted, bucked against Pierre one last time and jerked to a complete halt. He kissed her sweaty nipples, rubbed her ass and humped her gently until she caught her breath.
"You're still hard," she whispered when she could talk again.
Pierre merely nodded. "I told you I was your slave," he reminded her. "I will not cum until you tell me."
As Minuet relived all of this, her breathing became ragged, the sound filling the small bathroom space. She plunged two fingers into her wide-spread pussy. "Oh!" she whimpered as she leaned back against the wall and spread her legs even wider.
Voices outside the door distracted her momentarily and then she realized the flight attendants were busy preparing their meal. The fingers of her free hand diddled her clit expertly, making her forget about everyone and everything except the delicious feelings rushing through her body. She began to buck and shudder. "Oh, Pierre," she gasped as her peak grew closer by the second.
Someone laughed. Minuet was only vaguely aware of that. Her little grunts grew louder as she fingered herself.
God, how she longed for her vibrator! But it was packed safely away in one of her bags. Her fingers would have to do for now.
Again, her thoughts returned to Pierre and the night before. When she told him she wanted to cum yet again, he lifted her off his cock. Dragging her wet pussy up his body, she settled down onto his outstretched tongue. She loved sitting on his face, watching his tongue hard at work in her pussy. Holding onto the headboard of the bed, she had rubbed her juiced up cunt all over his mouth, smearing her juices everywhere. The room reeked of the smell of sex.
"Eat it," she demanded. "Eat me till I cum."
Pierre knew exactly what she needed. With two fingers buried in her rectum, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. Her climax hit hard and fast, shaking her from head to toe.
Squatting on the toilet, she pushed a single finger into her butthole and rocked her magic boat with her palm. Relief was so close and yet it seemed to be miles away at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat as she worked toward that pinnacle of pleasure.
Finally, Pierre had given Minuet what she had wanted all along. He maneuvered her onto her hands and knees, greased his cock well and then pushed some of the lubrication into her winking hole. Holding her cheeks wide, he pressed his cockhead against her opening and pushed. Minuet was blinded momentarily by the pain, but Pierre had taught her that unspeakable pleasure would soon follow. She forced herself to relax and he inched himself deeper into her bowels. He withdrew until only the head remained inside and then pressed his cock deep into her again.
Soon, they were moving together perfectly and this time, Pierre was not so sure of his control. He groaned as her ass clamped down onto him, squeezing and sucking at the same time.
And when Minuet realized what was happening, she urged him to move faster. She wanted nothing more than to feel him shooting his load deep into her ass. "Cum in me," she said as his fingers found her clit. "Fill my asshole with your spunk."
It didn't take much of that to send both of them spiraling off into oblivion. With a roar, Pierre began spewing hot spunk into her bowels. That triggered Minuet's final and most intense climax of the evening, taking her to heights of pleasure she had never known existed.
As Minuet's memories came flooding back full force, her orgasm hit. She listened to the wet sound of her fingers churning her juices to a froth. Her soft moans were barely audible, but the feelings that crashed over her were as intense as they had been the night before.
After straightening her clothes and washing her hands, Minuet returned to her seat on the plane. By the time they landed at the airport in the United States, she was hot again and eager to be alone with her vibrator. And she wondered if that was going to do the trick. She might just have to get some of the real thing to hold her until she was back in Pierre's arms again!
CHAPTER SIX
With everyone's busy schedule, including work and classes, Charlie was the logical one to meet Minuet at the airport. He was his own boss and could come and go pretty much as he pleased. At first, he wasn't happy with the arrangement, but the moment he saw her, he changed his mind.
She was going through Customs when he spotted the long-haired beauty. She looked vulnerable, alone and frightened, standing there with her purse clutched tightly against her side. People rushed all around him as he waited patiently, watching her throughout the entire inspection. Her skirt was short, revealing long, shapely legs. And even though she wore a stylish suit, it did little to hide the rest of her curves. When she stepped out into the busy concourse, he called her name and waved.
She smiled uncertainly when she saw him, somewhat relieved, but still nervous.
"Hi," he said. "I'm Charlie Barnes."
She introduced herself, speaking English with a slight French accent. Charlie was immediately turned on by that, those deep brown eyes, and that sensual mouth.
"I'll help you get your bags," he said, and led the way. "The rest of the family would have been here, but with classes and work and all...."
"That's okay," Minuet said, and pointed to one of her bags on the carousel. "I was kind of worried about meeting all of them at once."
"I can understand that," Charlie said.
In a very short time, they were in the car, driving away from the airport. Minuet tried to take in the scenery, but her gaze kept returning to the handsome young man behind the wheel. It made her miss Pierre all the more.
For the next few miles, he told her about his family and she described hers. He drove around a bit, showing her several different landmarks. Charlie was comfortable with her right away and they talked easily, like old friends. The only thing that distracted him was the fact that she had tucked one foot up under her on the seat. Her already short skirt had ridden even further up her slender thighs.
"Do you go to school, too?" she asked.
Charlie shook his shaggy, dark head. "I wasn't cut out for school like Jay and Hope," he explained. "I own a photography studio."
"You take pictures?" she asked. "Of what?" Before he could answer, she cut in. "Of naked girls," she teased, and then clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle her sudden fit of giggles.
Charlie laughed. Had she read his mind? That thought had been surfacing from time to time since they had met.
"I was joking," she said, placing a warm hand on his leg. Her laughter had died away and her face was clouded with concern that she might have said something wrong.
"No, that's okay," he assured her, and tried to ignore the hand that remained on his thigh. "I would certainly like to do that," he told her. Confessing such a private thought to this total stranger surprised him, too.
Minuet was quiet for a moment, looking out at the scenery whizzing by. Then she sat up straight. "I will be your first nude model," she announced.
Charlie almost wrecked the car, her words astonished him so. "You're joking again, right?"
Minuet shook her head. "Seriously. Can we do it now?"
He hesitated. Since he had no appointments scheduled, he had given Raven the afternoon off. He and Minuet would have the whole place to themselves. This was perfect! "Well, sure," he said as he headed downtown and toward his studio. "If that's what you want."
"That's what I want." Minuet's offer to pose nude for this handsome young man was partially for selfish reasons. She was still excited from daydreaming about Pierre on the plane. Glancing at Charlie, she had a feeling he would be able to give her what she needed.
Charlie was shaking so badly, he could hardly unlock the door to his studio. Leading her inside, he talked about his work and the future plans he had for expansion. She listened intently, nodding from time to time as she followed him into his office.
"Is this where you take the pictures?" she asked, motioning toward the far end of the room.
"Yes."
Walking slowly, Minuet moved in that direction. She inspected his photography equipment without a word. She knew that once he began taking pictures, she would be so hot, there would be no turning back. He flicked a switch on the wall and suddenly she was almost blinded by big, bright lights. She gasped and shielded her face with her hand.
"Shall I take off my clothes now?" Minuet asked.
Charlie's breath caught in his throat when she turned to face him. She was looking helpless again, her large doe-eyes round and innocent. Now that the opportunity was finally here, he almost didn't know where to start. "Slowly," he breathed as he busied himself adjusting lights.
Minuet removed her shoes. She stood with her legs close together, her arms at her sides, in the center of the carpeted area while he loaded his camera with fresh film.
He nodded his readiness. "Start with your jacket."
Minuet removed her jacket, tossing it aside as the camera clicked and whirred.
"Move a little," he suggested as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Loosen up."
With a demure smile, Minuet did as he asked, feeling more at ease by the moment. Her excitement grew with every garment that she removed. Charlie's was growing, too. There was no way he could deny that. In no time at all, she was clad only in bra and panties, the rest of her clothes strewn about the floor right where she had tossed them.
Charlie had never seen anything more exciting in his life. Trying to ignore his growing erection, he took pictures one after the other as fast as his camera would work. He appeared to be completely engrossed in his work. So far, there were no tan lines on her lean, muscular body. Her breasts were just the right size, neither too big nor too small, and the rest of her was perfectly proportioned.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it off her shoulders. She smiled teasingly at
Charlie and the camera, and held the lacy cups over her breasts for a split second before letting the bra fall away. The cool air made her already rigid nipples stand up straighter. They tingled so, she could not keep her hands off them.
"Beautiful," Charlie breathed as he photographed Minuet caressing herself. Her coral-colored nipples looked as big as his thumb.
Minuet slid her hands down her slender sides and into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, slowly, she pushed them downward and then turned around as they slid off her hips and down her thighs. She knew he would be able to see the shiny wet crotch of the panties. She wanted him to see the damp curls covering her mound last.
Charlie was moving, too, rapidly taking pictures one after the other. He got a close-up of her beautiful behind, the flesh flawless. And then he caught her face on film, giving him a sexy look over her shoulder. He even photographed the flimsy panties as she tossed them across the room.
"I think you like what you see," Minuet said, pointing at his very full basket. She had turned to face him again. Realizing that she had turned him on thrilled her. Again, unable to keep her hands off her body, she ran them down her hips and thighs. She brought them back up between her legs and cupped her leaking mound.
"Perfection," he told her, and continued taking pictures. Charlie thought that if he kept ignoring his hard-on, it might go away. He doubted it, but it was worth a try.
"I would like to see your body, too," she said. Her voice had taken on a decidedly husky, breathless tone.
She squatted slightly and pushed one of her fingers between her wet lips. It was immediately swallowed up by her hot pussy.
The moment Charlie saw that wet finger, he gave in to the yearning that had been building since they met. Placing the camera carefully on a nearby table, he went to work removing his clothes. He was very aware of Minuet's hungry gaze. She literally devoured him with those dark eyes and when he moved in her direction, she reached for him.
"You have a big cock," she whispered as she curled her wet fingers around his prong.
Charlie held his breath as she stroked him expertly. His own hands were shaking as he used them to cover her warm breasts. She moaned, squeezed his prick a bit harder and pressed her nipples into his palms. He caught a whiff of her woman scent and that drew him closer, seeking out her mouth with his. As they kissed, his hands instinctively moved to her backside, urging her to come even closer. Never had a woman turned him on this quickly, especially one he had only known a few hours!
The kiss lingered, growing deeper and more demanding by the moment. Minuet moaned into his open mouth and found herself completely lost in his arms. She pressed her nipples against his hairy chest and worked the rubbery head of his prick against her hairy mound.
"May I taste you?" she asked suddenly.
There was that hint of an accent again, but it was the question that left Charlie speechless. All he could do was nod and watch as she moved to her knees in front of him. She traced the big vein along the underside of his shaft with the tip of her tongue before forcing her lips down over his cockhead. God, it felt good and he placed a hand on her head as it began to bob.
"Would you like to taste me?" she asked, freeing him momentarily. Minuet had no experience with American men, but she felt sure he would say yes.
Charlie nodded and watched her roll onto her back on the floor. The lights were still blazing down on them, making him feel as hot outside as he did inside. His spit covered cock gleamed wickedly, but he forgot that immediately. By the time he joined Minuet on the floor, he was looking up into the pinkest, wettest pussy he had ever seen. The liquid opening pulsed slowly and her clit was huge, erect and throbbing. He inhaled deeply and then dived in, tongue first.
Minuet moaned loudly as his tongue slithered up and down her slit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from calling Pierre's name. However, she was unable to keep her body from reaching for more of Charlie's tongue and he gave that to her readily. Sliding his hands up under her ass, he pulled her even further onto his face, ramming his tongue in deep and hard. Soon, she was moaning steadily as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair and humped his face. Her orgasm threatened to overtake her at any moment.
Charlie had planned on bringing her off quick and hard, but he never expected her to react this quickly. As she ground herself against his face, her pussy pulsed and fluttered around his plunging tongue. Her tasty juices poured, running over his lips and chin, and he sucked noisily, keeping up with her as best he could. Thai's when he realized she was rubbing her own clit, pinching it to match the rhythm of his tongue.
Finally, her climax hit. She bucked one last time and shook from head to toe, unable to control anything.
"Fuck me now," Minuet whimpered ... almost before she caught her breath.
Charlie didn't have to be asked twice. His cock was so hard it hurt. He pushed her legs further apart with his hands and moved into position between them. She humped the air briefly as he rubbed his swollen knob around her clit. He watched her pretty face as he tucked the end of his dick just inside of her. It was a mask of lust. Her eyes glittered feverishly and she mumbled something in French over and over. Forcing himself to move slowly, he inched forward until more than half of his length had disappeared inside of her hot body. Her pussy sucked on it noisily.
"Fuck me," Minuet whimpered. An almost pleading sound had crept into her voice. Then she lifted her hips, forcing him deeper. "I need to cum again."
Charlie had never seen a woman this uninhibited before. Minuet had given over to her emotions completely, unashamed and unafraid to tell him exactly what she wanted. Her beautiful breasts danced with her lusty bucking. She took everything he had and asked for more. He found himself wanting to give her everything she asked for, to stay with her as long as she needed him.
"Rub my clit," she instructed as she held her legs high and wide.
Continuing his steady fucking, Charlie caught her slippery nub between two fingers and pinched it rhythmically. Immediately, her pussy grew even tighter around his cock. Her talented muscles stroked him like a thousand fingers. Trying to think of anything except the sweaty, writhing woman beneath him, Charlie looked down to where they were joined. His cock glittered in the lights, covered with her oils. Her sweet cunt lips clung to him, reluctant to release even one inch of his pussy pleaser.
When Minuet realized he was watching his cock slide in and out of her, she shuddered through a small orgasm. Pierre often did this and it excited both of them beyond words. "Tell me," she gasped, her climax growing more intense by the moment. "Does it feel good?"
"God, yes!" Charlie hissed. "So fucking tight! So hot! I can't get enough." Then he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
Minuet didn't know which excited her more, his words or the hard, deep thrusting. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was cumming, writhing around on the end of his prick like a fish on a hook. She heard her sounds of pleasure filling the room, but was unable to quiet them.
Charlie continued his steady pumping even as Minuet gyrated wildly beneath him, completely lost in ecstasy. They were both sweaty, gasping for breath, and he knew he would not last much longer. In fact, the spunk had already eased into his shaft.
Opening her eyes, Minuet looked up into his. She ran her hands up his arms and across his shoulders, loving the way he continued to fuck. "Do you want to cum now?" she asked quietly.
Charlie nodded and moved a bit faster.
"Do you want to cum in my pussy?" she asked, catching her lower lip between her teeth.
"I don't care," Charlie answered truthfully. Much more of this and there would be no choice in the matter.
"I want you to cum everywhere," she told him, squeezing his cock with her pussy. "Everywhere." .
Charlie knew this was it! He slowed his movements only long enough to place her legs over his shoulders. Sliding his hands up under her sweaty ass again, he pulled her against him. As his thrusts increased in depth and speed, he saw her eyes glaze over again. Her hand slid down her body and she found her clit with her fingers.
"Fuck it," she whispered as she rubbed her bud. "Fuck it good and hard!"
Thick wet sounds filled the room as Charlie gave in to his desires. He rammed himself to the hilt time and again. She was already beginning to pulse, her grunts of pleasure mingling with his own. Charlie's spunk was simmering just under his knob, threatening to erupt any second. Then, just as her orgasm took over her body, he slammed himself deep and began to spray her insides with his hot load.
Charlie's big prick jerking and squirting deep inside of her only intensified Minuet's orgasm. She cried out in a strange mixture of ecstasy and agony and completely lost track of everything except what was happening inside her body.
It was a while before either of them could move or even talk coherently. Charlie had never experienced anything like that before. He was completely drained and felt as if he had emptied about a gallon of spunk inside of her. Finally, with a loving squeeze, she released him and touched her freshly fucked pussy tenderly.
"Take a picture of this," she whispered.
Charlie couldn't resist. He retrieved the camera and began taking pictures of Minuet, from head to toe. Her eyes were soft and glowing, her skin covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and she was completely relaxed. The most erotic picture, though, was the one showing his thick, white cream oozing out of her splayed pussy.
When she realized what he was focusing on, Minuet giggled and used her fingers to smear his offerings up to her clit. She returned to her pussy again and again, rubbing the thick cream onto her flat belly and then her nipples. At long last, she licked her fingers clean, moaning at the taste of the mixture of their juices.
Charlie's camera was working overtime, photographing her every movement. He was already thinking about enlarging some of these special shots, perhaps doing some experimentation with arrangements. Maybe he would show them to Raven and get her interested in posing for him. Maybe this was the beginning of a whole new career.
After they cleaned up as best they could, Charlie drove Minuet to the house. Everyone was still out, so he showed her to her room, which had a private bath. She yawned and stretched, telling him she thought she would shower and then take a nap.
With a tender, almost friendly kiss, Charlie left her alone and headed back downtown. He would not be able to rest until he developed the pictures he had just taken. This would be the perfect time, with no one around to distract him.
About a mile from the house, he met Hope returning from classes early. They stopped their cars beside each other on the deserted stretch of highway.
"Did you pick her up?" Hope asked, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Yeah," Charlie answered. "She's at the house, taking a nap. You might want to let her rest for a while."
"Is she pretty?" Hope wanted to know, squirming in her seat.
"Very. And very, very nice," he told his sister. "I showed her around a bit, even took her down to the studio."
"Well, don't think you're going to keep her attention all the time," Hope warned him. "We're going to do girl things together."
Charlie laughed at his younger sister's scolding and drove off, his tires screeching. If Minuet was as good at "girl things" as she was posing for pictures, Hope was in for a surprise.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Minuet showered quickly and dried with a big, fluffy towel. She padded naked into the pretty bedroom, which was done up in shades of yellow. As she crawled between the cool sheets, she thought of Charlie and how he had satisfied her. If the other family members were as nice as Charlie, this was going to be an eventful visit. However, it was Pierre filling her thoughts as she drifted into peaceful sleep.
Being forewarned that Minuet was napping, Hope came into the house quietly. She peeped in on the sleeping woman, smiled to herself. Her mind was already reeling with questions as she headed for her own room down the hall. Taking off her clothes, she, too, showered. And, like Minuet, her thoughts turned to sex. However, unlike Minuet, Hope wondered why the only climaxes she had achieved had been at her own hand. She stood in front of the mirror and gazed at her nakedness. Her candy-pink nipples stood erect on her full breasts. She tugged at them playfully, shivering with excitement. Her blonde curly bush, still damp from her shower, looked the same as any others she had seen in the shower at school or in magazines. Her night with Robert had changed nothing. If anything, it had made her yearning more powerful.
She decided to take a nap herself and then maybe she and Minuet could start dinner together. Hope dreamed of Robert. He was fucking her, his hot, sweaty body pumping between her wide-spread legs. His cock slid deep, stretching her deliciously wide. Her orgasm built quickly and she wrapped her arms and legs around his heaving body.
"Don't stop," she called out in her sleep as her orgasm rose and crested. "Just keep on fucking me!"
Just before she climaxed, Hope woke up, shaking and covered with sweat. She had both hands between her legs and realized she had been masturbating in her sleep. That had never happened before! Her fingers were wet, covered with the scent of her pussy. She collapsed against the pillows gasping for breath, heart thudding in her chest.
"Are you all right?" Minuet asked from the open doorway.
Hope jumped in surprise. She was almost ready to scream at the sight of the stranger and then she realized that it was the foreign exchange student. The young woman wore a short robe, belted loosely at the waist. Even with no make-up and her long hair tussled from sleep, she was gorgeous.
"I didn't mean to scare you," Minuet apologized, moving toward the bed. "I heard moaning and thought you might be sick or something. I just came to help."
Forcing a smile, Hope swallowed hard and finally found her voice. "I'm okay. I was just dreaming."
Minuet smiled with relief. She didn't have to ask what the young blonde was dreaming about. The sight of her rigid nipples gave that away.
When Hope saw Minuet looking at her bare breasts, she pulled the sheet up hastily. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," Minuet said softly, moving to the foot of the bed. "They're very pretty. You should be proud of your breasts."
"I should?" Hope said quietly.
Minuet nodded and reached for the sheet. "Show me the rest of your body. I'll bet it's just as beautiful."
Hope allowed Minuet to pull the sheet away, feeling somewhat embarrassed and yet thrilled at this attention at the same time.
"You should think about being a model," Minuet told the young woman lying in the bed with her legs squeezed tightly together. She really did think Hope was pretty and found herself longing to touch her creamy skin.
"I'm too short," Hope explained.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Minuet said. "Fashion is changing so. The public doesn't know what it wants until the fashion world gives it to them. You could start a new trend." She knew she was talking too fast and too much, but she wanted to put Hope at ease. The sight of the naked woman had stirred something deep inside of her, a longing she had not felt in a long while. Minuet welcomed it.
Hope shivered as Minuet reached out and ran her fingertips down one of her thighs. It was a sensual touch, making her pussy tingle. And even though she had never been excited by another woman before, it seemed perfectly natural for this to be happening now. In fact, she allowed her legs to fall apart slightly.
Minuet nodded again and squeezed the firm flesh of Hope's hip. "Do you run?"
"Yes," Hope breathed, afraid that if she spoke or moved, she would break the spell.
"You don't mind me touching you, do you?" Minuet asked, trying to look as innocent as possible. She wanted nothing more than to make love to the beautiful young woman. She suspected Hope was unfamiliar with lesbian love. Her own experience told her she must move slowly.
Hope shook her head and relaxed somewhat as Minuet's hand slid across to her other leg and caressed it lovingly. The fingers so dangerously close to her mound all but took her breath away. God, she hoped Minuet didn't notice that she was actually getting turned on.
Minuet sensed more when she saw Hope's body respond to her touch and knew the young woman was more than ready to get closer. "May I lie down beside you?" she asked as she removed her robe. "You smell so pretty and clean. I would just like to ... be close."
As Hope moved over to make room on the bed, she couldn't seem to take her eyes off Minuet's beautiful body. It was obvious she sunbathed in the nude, but what intrigued Hope the most were those dark nipples and the deep brown triangle of fur at the base of Minuet's flat belly.
Minuet lay down facing Hope and began stroking her thighs again. She slid her hand upward, cupping a firm, young breast, and listened to the change in Hope's breathing. Satisfied that she would not frighten her away, Minuet leaned closer and kissed Hope's lips. At the same time, she pressed her lower body closer, absorbing Hope's warmth, and waited for the response.
Hope's excitement grew quickly out of control as she returned Minuet's gentle kiss. She didn't think about what they were doing, she just relaxed and let the pleasurable sensations wash over her. Again, it seemed only natural to suck on the tongue Minuet offered. And when Minuet's hand slid down her body to caress her inner thighs, she spread them eagerly.
Minuet felt the heat from Hope's pussy when her fingers were still inches away. As she brushed the damp curls with her fingertips, she moved her mouth down Hope's chest to the closest nipple. Curling her tongue around the sweet bud, she danced her fingers up and down Hope's very wet slit. Hope's gasp reached Minuet's ears and Minuet knew she had taken the young woman to a point of no return.
"That feels so good," Hope whispered, spreading her legs even further for Minuet's exploring fingers.
"Have you ever done this before?" Minuet asked, and then moved her mouth to the other nipple. At the same time, she pushed a finger inside Hope's quivering pussy and rubbed her wet clit with her thumb.
"Not with another woman," Hope confessed. "But, God, you know just how to touch me." Her last words were cut off by another ragged breath and she could not control the upward motion of her hips.
"Then I want this to be very special," Minuet told her.
She released the nipple she had been sucking and moved her mouth downward. Running her nose through Hope's silky pubic hair, she spread the puffy pink lips with her fingers. Minuet inhaled deeply, drinking in the musky scent of her fragrant pussy. Sticking out her tongue, she worked the tip up and down Hope's slit just as her fingers had done earlier. The juices were sweet and tangy at the same time.
"Oh, God!" Hope moaned, holding her legs high and wide. She had often dreamed of feeling a tongue in her pussy, but never imagined ecstasy such as this. Minuet's tongue slithered deep inside of her, disappeared and then circled her clit, making her tremble all over.
When Hope began humping her face steadily, Minuet used her fingers on the tiny clit. She worked her tongue downward, stabbing at Hope's virgin asshole. That brought a throaty, guttural sound from Hope, which encouraged Minuet to continue. After rimming Hope's butthole for a few moments, Minuet turned her oral attention back to the young woman's overflowing pussy. She slurped and sucked at the sweet juices, driving her tongue deep for more and working that little clit all at the same time. Minuet was so hot, her own oils oozed down her inner thighs. Her pussy clamored noisily for attention and she gave it a promising squeeze from time to time.
"Play with my butt some more," Hope groaned, surprising herself with the request. "I think I'm going to cum."
As Minuet pushed her tongue deep into Hope's rectum, she wiggled two fingers into the young woman's pussy. The result was immediate. Hope bucked wildly for a few moments, shrieking out her pleasure, and then her entire body stiffened as her orgasm overtook her. Minuet continued to lick and suck and finger her until she caught her breath.
"Do you have a dildo?" Minuet asked. She knelt on the bed beside Hope, squeezing her pussy with both hands.
Hope shook her head weakly.
"I'll be right back," Minuet promised, and then scampered from the room.
Hope lay there on the bed, completely relaxed as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She couldn't believe what had just happened and how much she had enjoyed it. Did that make her bisexual? Maybe she really was a lesbian? Right then, she didn't care. All she wanted was for Minuet to return so they could do it again.
Minuet found her favorite dildo in the bottom of her largest suitcase. With a satisfied smile, she grabbed it and dashed back to the room where she had left Hope.
When Minuet returned to the room, Hope stared at what she was carrying in her hand. Oh, she had heard of dildos and vibrators, and seen pictures of them in magazines, but she had never known anyone who owned one.
"This is my favorite," Minuet explained.
Just before she reached the side of the bed, she squatted and pushed the fake dick up inside of her very hungry pussy. It felt so good, she closed her eyes and thought of Pierre. He often liked to watch her play with her toys and sometimes he joined in. As thoughts of him grew stronger, she worked the dildo in and out a few times. Thick, wet sounds filled the room. Then she remembered this was for Hope. Forcing herself to pull the dildo free, Minuet kissed the big knob, which was dripping with her own juices, and then offered it to the young woman.
Hope took the rubber dong and examined it closely. It was big, about ten inches long, and so thick her fingers barely reached around it. The shaft was somewhat flexible and was covered with an intricate network of veins. She fondled it for a while, thinking that it felt almost like the real thing ... except that it smelled like pussy. That was another interesting thing happening to Hope. The urge to taste Minuet's pussy, to learn to please the French woman as she herself had been pleased, was growing stronger by the moment.
"Shall I use it on you first?" Hope asked.
"If you like," Minuet answered, happy to know that Hope was eager to try many new things. She knelt on the bed beside Hope and guided the hand holding the dildo toward her hungry pussy.
"I want to taste your pussy, too," Hope whispered as she worked the wet end up and down Minuet's slit.
"That would be nice," Minuet said, trying to control her shaking voice.
She knelt over Hope's face, allowing the young woman to look directly up into her pussy. The first touch of Hope's tongue was tentative, hesitant. Yet, it seemed after she got her first taste, there was nothing she wanted more. She licked and licked, seeming to know just when to suck Minuet's clit and when to tongue her pussy. In just a matter of moments, Minuet was gasping for breath as she rubbed her pussy all over Hope's face.
Hope couldn't believe how much she enjoyed this! Minuet tasted great, musky and sweet, and the heady scent was intoxicating. She thought she would never get tired of licking Minuet's cunt. She even practiced rimming her asshole just as Minuet had done. Forgetting all about the dildo, Hope placed both hands on Minuet's undulating ass and pulled her down onto her outstretched tongue. Driving deep, she placed a wet finger against her anus and pushed.
"Oh, my God!" Minuet squealed as her orgasm built, crested and built again. "I'm cumming! Jesus, I'm cumming!"
Hope was hardly aware of Minuet's babbling. The pussy was pulsing and fluttering around her plunging tongue and Minuet's ass had clamped down tightly on her finger. She knew her new lover was climaxing and hung in there until Minuet collapsed beside her in a sweaty heap.
"Are you sure you've never done that before?" Minuet whispered as she kissed Hope's lips and licked her wet cheeks.
Hope shook her head and held up the dildo. "But I forgot to use this."
"I'll show you first and then you can use it on me," Minuet suggested. Minuet took the dildo and placed the base of it tightly against Hope's crotch. Now it looked as if Hope had suddenly sprouted a huge cock. Minuet knelt between Hope's legs and sucked it for several minutes.
Propping herself on both elbows, Hope watched Minuet suck her dick. She found the sight strangely exciting. She even moaned as if she really was feeling Minuet's hot mouth and busy tongue on her dick. The juices that had been gathering just inside the mouth of her pussy oozed out onto the shaft of the dong. "Suck it," Hope grunted. "Suck my dick."
Minuet did as she was told, sliding her lips up and down the dildo quickly. Finally, when the two of them had been teased long enough, she removed her mouth and placed it against Hope's erect clit. The young woman almost squealed with pleasure as she jerked her legs wide apart, giving Minuet all the room she needed.
But Minuet wasn't about to forget to use the dildo. Keeping her lips around Hope's clit, she pushed the knob of the slippery sex toy against Hope's splayed pussy. It was sucked inside quickly. Hope's grunts and her steady bucking told Minuet all she needed to know. Driving the dildo deep, she pulled out all but the head and then shoved it in again.
"Yes, please, fuck me," Hope moaned as her body began to jerk out of control. "Lick my clit and don't stop fucking me."
Tongue and mouth as busy as her hands. Minuet was determined to bring Hope off again. She succeeded. Within seconds, Hope's pussy was clutching at the pistoning rubber dick while her clit throbbed in Minuet's mouth. Her juices poured out, running down her crack to the bed, and her body thrashed about wildly.
Hope caught her breath and gazed down at Minuet's wet face with a slight smile. "No one has ever made me cum before."
"I'm very proud to be your first," Minuet said sincerely as she pulled the dildo free and aimed it at her own crotch. "Now, if you don't mind, I really need this dildo."
"I'll do it," Hope offered immediately.
Minuet moved to her hands and knees on the bed and thrust her pretty ass into the air. Spreading her legs wide, she pressed her face into the damp pillow. Hope eased the rounded tip of the dildo into her pussy and Minuet gasped as Hope inched it deeper and deeper.
Hope was shaking all over as she began working the dildo in and out of Minuet's pussy. She could see everything from this position, especially the pussy lips stretched wide around the shaft, clinging to it as it was withdrawn and sucking it in again. After licking and kissing Minuet's sweaty hip, she centered her attention on the puckered little hole that seemed to wink at her.
"That's right," Minuet whispered when she felt Hope's mouth on her rectum again. "Fuck my pussy and tongue my ass."
Pleased that she was doing the right thing. Hope continued. Soon, her tongue was fucking Minuet's butt using the same rhythm as the dildo in her pussy. The dildo was so wet and so deep, she could barely hold onto it.
Minuet tried to keep herself under control, but the pleasure was too great. Her body began to move of its own accord. She moaned into the pillow and reached for every inch of the dildo and Hope's tongue at the same time. Finally, her climax hit, sending her flying into a million pieces.
Hope knew that Minuet's climax had been intense, but she just could not stop herself. When she pulled the dildo free and the French woman lay down on the bed again, Hope's mouth returned to her hairy fork. All she wanted to do was lick Minuet dry, to savor every drop of her delicious juices. But when those were gone, she found herself dipping her tongue deep inside Minuet's pussy searching for more.
With a low moan, Minuet spread her legs wide, letting Hope have her way. "Let me eat you, too," she said as she maneuvered Hope's lower body toward her face.
Soon, Hope was squatting over Minuet's face, riding her tongue joyfully. At the same time, Minuet was getting the tonguing of her life from Hope. The women fell into an age-old rhythm, their sweaty bodies sliding together while wet, sucking sounds filled the room. This time they climaxed at the same time and lay in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs, struggling to catch their breath.
When the rest of the family began arriving at the end of their day, Hope and Minuet were preparing dinner. In those few short hours, Hope realized they had become closer than sisters. She smiled smugly knowing that the rest of the family would never know Minuet like she did.
She was wrong!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Hope introduced Minuet to each family member as they arrived. Francine was first, looking as fresh as a daisy even after working all day in her dress shop. The older woman hugged Minuet warmly, making her feel welcome and at ease right away. Then she rushed upstairs to change into something more comfortable.
Charlie came home right after that and offered to show Minuet some pictures he had taken. He winked as he said it and she knew exactly which pictures he was talking about. She promised to visit him at the studio the next day to see them.
Jay was on duty that night, but he managed to get someone to cover for him while he came home for dinner. He was immediately taken with Minuet's graceful movements and that soft French accent. While he offered to show her around campus as well as the hospital, he imagined her in a white nurse's uniform. She seemed so friendly and eager to become a part of the family that he was sure he could talk her into at least trying one on.
Up until the time Andrew arrived, Minuet had felt nothing but warmth and love from her new family. However, his arrival stirred up feelings of homesickness. He was about Pierre's age, built larger, and he had a little more gray in his hair. His eyes were an electric-blue like Charlie's, and he had a dimple in his chin when he smiled. After they were introduced, he hugged her, just like the rest of the family had, but Minuet found herself clinging to him a heartbeat longer. His body felt so solid, so warm and comforting, she simply did not want to let go. God, how she missed Pierre!
Although he appeared to be at ease, talking animatedly with his wife and daughter about the day's events, Andrew kept stealing glances at Minuet's beautiful legs. When she had hugged him, her breasts burned hot holes in his chest and her fragrant scent could not be mistaken. He excused himself to go upstairs and take a shower, but the real reason he had to leave the room was because he didn't want his wife to see his erection. He was getting hard just being near her. The cool water didn't help and he found himself masturbating for the first time in years.
After dinner, Jay returned to the hospital, but it was obvious he did not want to go. The rest of the family retired to the den to talk and get acquainted with their new house guest. After about three hours of lively conversation, Charlie stood up and stretched and announced that he was going to bed. Hope hugged Minuet, kissed her mother and father, and headed for her bedroom, too.
Even though Minuet was not the least bit sleepy, she thought Andrew and Francine might want to be alone. She told them good night and went up to the guest room. Lying alone in her bed, she thought of Pierre and wondered if she might be able to call him the next day. As thoughts of him lingered, she caressed her body and squeezed her wet pussy rhythmically. She knew she could probably go to Charlie and get what she needed, and even Hope. Yet her hands felt so good. She brought herself off quickly with her fingers, whispering Pierre's name in the darkness.
An hour later, she was still wide awake. Getting out of bed, she slipped into the robe she had worn earlier and tiptoed downstairs. Feeling quite at home here, she went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. As she drank the milk, she began to wander through the downstairs. That's when she noticed a light on in the den where they had been visiting earlier. Peeping around the doorway, she saw that Andrew was still working. Her heart skipped a beat. With his glasses on and papers scattered around him, he reminded her so much of Pierre.
Andrew's thoughts had been on the young woman sleeping overhead, not on the case he was preparing for court. He heard movement near the door and looked up. "Minuet?" he questioned, and took off his glasses. "Did you need something, honey?"
Minuet stepped into the room, unaware that he could see right through the robe she wore. "No, I just couldn't sleep. I thought some milk might help."
"Strange house," he said, nodding as if he understood perfectly.
"Why don't you call home tomorrow? I'm sure your family would love hearing from you," he told her.
Minuet nodded. "Could I stay down here with you a while?"
"Of course, I'm always glad for the company. Everyone around here goes to bed early except me," he said, and then he smiled, trying to ignore the stiff little points her nipples were making in her robe. "But be careful, I might put you to work." The only work he wanted her to do was on her back underneath him, but he kept those thoughts to himself.
Minuet laughed and perched on the edge of a chair across from him. She held tightly to her cold glass and squeezed her legs together around her suddenly aching pussy. Her mind was reeling as she inhaled his spicy cologne, very aware of his maleness. All she wanted was to be naked, to feel his hands and mouth on her body.
After they talked for a while, Andrew noticed that she began to relax somewhat. As she settled back into the chair, he wondered if she was aware of her robe sliding further and further up those beautiful legs. He thought he could actually see the dark hairs of her pussy high up between her thighs. And when he finally tore his gaze off that sight, he realized her robe had slipped open at the top. The gentle curve of her bare breast was very visible. He was glad the papers were covering his lap to hide his growing erection from her.
Minuet knew exactly what she was doing. His hot gaze only added fuel to the flame building deep in her belly. She had to take a chance. She had to have him. "Andrew, I really do need something," she began as she ran her fingertips up and down her thigh.
"What is it, dear?" he asked, pretending to study the briefs again.
"I need another one of those hugs from you."
Andrew's breath caught in his throat. With her body that close again, there was no way he was going to stop with a hug. "What?" he asked, stalling for time.
"Yes, please," Minuet said as she stood up and moved to the sofa where he sat. She took a seat beside him and touched his arm, a pleading look in her eyes.
"Just a hug."
Andrew closed his eyes and prayed she didn't see his hands shaking as he pushed his papers aside. With a low, satisfied sound, she moved into his arms and looped hers around his broad shoulders. As she pressed her warm body closer, he smoothed her long hair against her back. He was wondering how to get out of this predicament when he felt her hot breath against his neck, her lips on his ear.
"I need you," she whispered.
And then they were kissing, their mouths locked together, tongues dancing. Andrew was almost dizzy with desire. He groaned as she sucked on the tip of his tongue. That groan grew louder when she ran her hands down his chest and began unbuttoning his shirt. He sat there, helplessly watching as she ran her tongue around first one of his nipples and then the other. No one had ever done that before and he was amazed at the thrilling sensation.
"You are hard," Minuet whispered when her hands made their way to his lap. Just feeling his erection through his clothes made her grow wetter than before.
"Yeah," he breathed, struggling to sit still.
Without another word, she began struggling with his zipper. He made no move to stop her and within minutes, her warm fingers surrounded his cock, which was jutting proudly toward the ceiling. As good as the throbbing muscle felt in her hands, Minuet knew she would enjoy it even more if he were in her mouth. Not giving him a chance to stop her, she slid her lips down over his knob and flicked his nerve bundle with her tongue.
Andrew groaned as her hot mouth engulfed him. He tried to keep himself under control, but that was impossible. It had been years since he'd experienced oral sex and Minuet had evidently had a great deal of practice. As her tongue teasing continued, he began humping upward into her mouth. He touched the back of her throat and then went further. His papers fell to the floor, but neither of them noticed.
Minuet moved to the floor and knelt between his legs, her head bobbing in his lap. She greedily slurped down his pre-cum and probed into his piss slit for more. Listening to his steady grunts, she worked her fingers up and down his wet shaft while she sucked on his sensitive knob. His prick began to jerk and swell. She knew that in minutes, she would have a mouth full of sweet, creamy cum. She sucked harder.
"If you don't stop...." Andrew warned. He placed a hand on her head. His hips bucked out of control. "I'm going to...."
Minuet continued her oral loving with gusto. Little wet sucking sounds filled the room and mingled with his guttural sounds of pleasure. She fondled his balls through his clothes and squeezed her legs together as her juices oozed down her thighs. All she could think of right at that moment was swallowing his cream.
"Uh!" Andrew bit his lip, drove himself deep into Minuet's cunt-like mouth one last time and exploded.
The first few squirts were so powerful, Minuet actually heard them hit the roof of her mouth. She swallowed quickly, loving the slightly salty taste of his load, eager for more. And when he kept right on shooting into her mouth, she gulped that down, too. She did not free him until he was completely drained and then she licked him clean.
"I have to cum, too," Minuet whispered as she rolled onto her back on the floor. Her legs parted and she groaned as she spread her wet hairs with her fingers. Excitement shivered through her as the air caressed her clit. She gasped and humped the fingers that explored her hole.
Andrew found himself looking into her very pink, very wet pussy. Her musky scent filled his head and the next thing he knew, he was on the floor with her, pushing her hands out of the way with his face. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he held her still and drove his tongue deep into her tiny hole. God, it had been so long since he tasted pussy! He wanted to bury his head there and stay forever.
Minuet groaned and pinched her nipples. Andrew's hands on her ass were rough, demanding, and that excited her all the more. She arched her back and reached for more of Andrew's delicious tongue. All her senses were on alert! She was aware of everything from the rough texture of the carpet against her skin to the slurping sounds coming from between her legs.
He alternated between sucking her clit and tonguing her pussy until she was bucking steadily and then he brought his fingers into play. Pushing two of them deep inside of her, he concentrated on her clit. Within seconds, she clamped her thighs around his head and climaxed. He was so busy drinking her bubbling juices, he barely noticed that he was hard again.
Minuet could not believe the intensity of this orgasm. It was almost as if she was with Pierre, and yet Andrew's style was so different, almost tender. When she sat up to untangle herself from her robe, she realized that he was hard again. "Take off your clothes," she said to him, her voice still shaky. "I want to be naked with you."
It never occurred to Andrew that Francine might walk in on them. The only thing he could think of was that this beautiful young woman wanted him and he wanted her. He stripped quickly and they lay together on the floor, pressing the full length of their bodies together, kissing passionately.
"Will you give me your dick now?" Minuet asked as she stroked him.
He rolled her onto her back again and rubbed his cockhead around in her wet curls. "Tell me where you want it," he breathed. God. this was the exact opposite of sex with his wife. He felt as if he could do or say anything and Minuet would only be more excited by it.
"In my ass," she said quietly. And then she lifted her legs high and pushed her bare bottom against his crotch.
The statement stunned Andrew. He was speechless, unable to say or do anything. He couldn't even move until he felt her hands moving him to be nestled between her cheeks. Shaking all over, suddenly drenched with sweat, he sat up and looked down between them. She was holding his fat cockhead right up against her winking butthole. Her free hand was busy, spreading her cheeks wider.
"Let's get it wet first," he breathed when he finally found his voice.
He scooped up her fresh flood of oils with his fingers and smeared them onto his rod. Then he used the same natural lubrication to wet her puckered anus. He pushed the wetness inside with a single finger and watched her reaction. Eyes closed, she squirmed against his hand and her pussy pulsed steadily. Andrew was so excited, he was afraid he might shoot before he even got his cock inside of her. He squeezed his cock hard with his free hand.
Unable to stop herself. Minuet wiggled more fiercely when he added a second finger to her rectum. They were slick with her oils and moved in and out easily. She rubbed her clit furiously, shuddering through a series of sensual quakes. Finally, she could stand the waiting no longer. Grabbing her legs, she pulled them back against her chest, crushing her nipples with her thighs. "Fuck my ass," she whispered as she felt herself opening wide for him. "Fuck it good."
Andrew removed his fingers slowly and spread more of her oils onto his already slick cock. His heart thudded in his chest and his breathing was ragged as he pressed the rubbery tip against her tiny hole. Even though it had been well-primed by his fingers, it was still going to be a tight fit. He applied steady pressure and waited for her to do the rest.
Minuet wanted nothing more than to feel him sliding deep into her rectum. Swallowing hard, she wiggled against him. Suddenly, he was inside of her. The initial sensation was incredible, but she waited it out, knowing what pleasures were to come.
Andrew gasped when his cock slid into her super tight channel. Remaining motionless, he studied the beads of sweat forming between her breasts. He listened to her stifled squeals that slowly turned into hungry moans. And, finally, she urged him to start moving. He withdrew only slightly, plowed into her a bit deeper and repeated the procedure.
She wanted it all! Those were her thoughts as Andrew fed her only a few inches at a time. She wanted every inch of his fat, throbbing dick buried in her asshole. The only way to get it was to show him and she did that by reaching for more. Soon, they were fucking steadily, his cock stretching her wide, still barely scratching the itch deep inside of her.
Andrew had never seen a more beautiful sight than his dick sliding in and out of Minuet's butthole. He held her ass in both hands and watched, unable to take his eyes off her. She was rubbing her clit again and he loved seeing that, too. Her scarlet-tipped fingers knew exactly how to manipulate her sensitive bud and she dipped them into her overflowing pussy from time to time. The cum was leaping from ball to ball, seeking escape.
"I'm cumming!" Minuet whimpered as the first waves of pleasure crashed over her. "Fuck me hard. I'm cumming!"
Andrew knew she was beginning to orgasm before she told him. Her pussy was pulsing around those flying fingers and her ass had begun to squeeze his cock. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting as deep as possible and watching her face contort in ecstasy. His loss of control was sudden and very surprising. With a low roar, he rammed himself deep and began to squirt. It felt as if the whole end of his dick blew off inside of her hot, tight asshole.
Minuet's orgasm became even more intense when she felt Andrew pumping his healthy load into her bowels. She strained against him, her whole body pulsing as he jerked and squirted, jerked and squirted. Finally, she released him and he pulled free. As her groans of release turned to satisfied whimpers, she caught the last drops of his spunk on her fingers. As he watched in amazement, she pushed them into her freshly fucked asshole.
"I don't think I've ever felt anything that incredible," he confessed to her when he caught his breath.
"That is probably my favorite," she told the older man. "When I can have two dicks, I like one in each hole. It makes me feel so ... so stuffed."
Andrew could hardly believe what he was hearing. This sweet young woman with two men, one in her ass and the other in her pussy. "Maybe I should get you to talk to Francine," he said as he began to dress. "She could use some loosening up."
"I would be happy to do that," Minuet assured him. "Maybe we could even show her."
As Andrew watched her leave the room, he shook his head. That was completely out of the question. Still, the thought was an exciting one.
CHAPTER NINE
Minuet awoke with only a dim recollection of where she was or what had happened the night before. Then she sat up in bed. Her tender behind brought all sorts of delicious sensations flooding back to her. Sunlight streamed through the window, making the room look even more golden than before. Somewhere in the house she heard a shower running. A radio played loudly and there were voices coming from the kitchen downstairs.
Getting out of bed, Minuet pushed her arms into the sleeves of her robe and tied it as she hurried downstairs. She found Charlie alone in the kitchen. Moving up behind him. she slipper her arms around his waist and pressed her body against his. God, her suddenly overactive libido was amazing. She had sex with three different people the day before and she was already wanting it again.
"Now, that's what I call a hug," he said as he turned to embrace her. "And as much as I'd like for it to continue, we're not quite alone. Mom just left, Dad and Jay have been gone for hours, but Hope is taking a shower."
"She won't mind," Minuet said with a little pout.
"Oh, yes, she will," he said as he kissed her gently. "I know my sister."
Minuet disagreed with him. He didn't know a thing about his sister. Saying nothing, she accepted his light, teasing kisses.
"Why don't you come down to the studio around noon and see those pictures we took yesterday?" he suggested, his hand sliding down inside her robe to cup her warm breast. "They're beautiful. Besides, I can send Raven on an errand and we'll be alone for a while."
"And I will take pictures of you this time," she announced, pressing her suddenly hard nipples into his palms.
"We'll see," he said. Just as he reached for his coffee, Hope came bounding into the room.
Minuet turned to face her and smiled.
"I don't have any classes until this afternoon," Hope said. "We can spend the morning together."
"Good," Charlie told his sister. "You can drop her off at the studio around noon."
"She doesn't want to look at some lame old pictures you took," Hope retorted.
"Just do what you're told," he said, a hint of older brother authority creeping into his voice as he left the room.
Minuet barely heard this exchange. The little fire Charlie's touch had started burned brighter when she saw the hungry look in Hope's eyes. No, Charlie didn't know a thing about his sister.
During the morning hours. Minuet introduced Hope to a whole new array of sex toys. They had tried out different vibrators, a butt plug and even the double headed dildo, which turned out to be Hope's favorite. In fact, Minuet tucked the butt plug into her purse when they left for Charlie's studio.
"Come on in," Charlie greeted her warmly. He drew her into his office and closed the door. "Now we can finish that hug we started this morning."
Minuet moved into his arms readily. She had thoroughly enjoyed the morning with Hope. She had experienced several very satisfying orgasms. But there was nothing to replace the thought of being with a man. Charlie's cologne stirred her senses, as did the touch of his lips against hers. And when he offered the tip of his tongue for her to suck, she was completely lost.
"I want you to see the pictures," he breathed stepping reluctantly away from her.
At first. Minuet wasn't interested in seeing any pictures. She simply wanted to be close to him. But after she saw the first one, she could not stop looking. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The first one was an enlarged black and white glossy close-up of Minuet's upper body as she removed her jacket. Actually, there was nothing sexy about that, but it was her eyes, dark and hungry, and that pouting mouth that said it all. The lighting was perfect. The angle was perfect. Minuet felt as if she was looking at someone else, a stranger using her body.
"Do you like it?" Charlie questioned when she made no response.
"I love it," Minuet breathed.
He went through the pictures slowly, one by one. In each one, Minuet wore less and less clothing. He had taken pictures of her completely naked, pictures of her fondling herself, even lewd close-ups of her very wet, splayed pussy and asshole. They were incredibly erotic and tasteful at the same time. By the time they reached the last picture, Minuet was breathing hard, dripping wet and ready for anything Charlie had in mind.
"Do you still want to take pictures of me?" he asked almost timidly.
Minuet could not seem to look away from the last picture he had taken. She was lying on her back on the floor, legs spread wide, his cream dripping out of her freshly fucked pussy. "Yes," she whispered.
Trembling with excitement, Charlie instructed her on the use of the camera. His cock was painfully hard and he found it difficult to concentrate. He wanted to take her right then and there, without even removing her clothes. Yet, the idea of her taking pictures of him thrilled him even more than that. "You can play around with lighting and angles until you get what you want," he explained.
Minuet was just as excited. She squeezed her thighs together often, especially when she noticed his bulging crotch. "1 think I've got it," she said after experimenting with the zoom lens.
"Okay," Charlie said, moving into position under the lights. The background he had chosen was an autumn woodsy scene, with lots of orange, brown, gold and red. "What do you want me to do first?"
Thinking for a moment. Minuet gazed at his beautiful body through the viewfinder. "Take off your clothes for me," she said finally. "Just like I did. Nice and slow."
Charlie did as she instructed, removing one piece of clothing after another and tossing it aside. As he listened to the camera click and whir, he managed a sexy little dance. By the time he stepped out of his tight jeans, he was so excited, he could hardly breathe. Sweat glistened on his muscular body and there was a wet stain on the front of his sexy red briefs.
Minuet licked her lips as he thrust his pelvis at the camera. She made sure she got a close-up of that. "I want to see it all," she reminded him.
Remembering how she had stripped for him, Charlie turned his back to the camera and began removing the last piece of clothing. He eased the briefs down his thighs but then turned to face her just as his cock leaped free. Her quick intake of breath followed by several pictures taken in quick succession made him smile.
He really got into it then, stroking himself lovingly. He fondled his balls, which felt incredibly full. He did everything he could to tease her. But the real thrill for him came when she lay down on the floor between his legs and took pictures from that angle.
Suddenly, she put the camera down and came toward him. Charlie saw her erect nipples even before she removed the thin sweater she wore. His hands ached to touch her. With fluid movements, she stepped out of her slacks and he caught sight of her dark muff. It looked damp and inviting, and the scent of her heat teased his nose. His mouth watered.
Minuet pressed her warm, naked body against his and they moaned into each other's open mouths. He caressed the sensual curve of her back and then kneaded her hips. Her fingers were curled around his cock, making it throb with the wild beating of his heart.
She tore her mouth from his and licked her way downward. Circling each nipple with her tongue, she ran her nose through the dark hairs covering his chest. She listened to his throaty sound of pleasure as she made circles with the tip of her tongue across his rock-hard stomach. And then her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She allowed his cock to brush her cheeks from time to time and once or twice she let her wet lips touch him briefly.
"Don't tease me like this," he warned, his words punctuated by little gasps. "I might have to shoot all over that pretty face of yours."
Minuet simply smiled up at him. At the same time, she pressed his dick back against his belly and covered his balls with her mouth, one at a time.
"Jesus!" Charlie hissed, spreading his legs and squatting slightly.
Hearing how much she pleased him, Minuet kept this up for several minutes. And then she planted wet, sucking kisses up the underside of his cock until she reached the bulbous knob at the end. Opening her mouth only slightly, she sucked that inside and pumped his shaft with one hand. The other hand was busy between her legs, two fingers swimming around in her overflowing pussy.
"Suck it," Charlie grunted as he fucked her face gently. Placing a hand on the top of her head, he watched closely as her mouth slid up and down his rod. Her spit made him glisten. Her dancing tongue made him jerk and it felt like her lips were literally drawing the scum up out of his balls. "God, just keep on sucking it!"
Minuet knew he was almost at the point of losing control. That was exactly where she wanted him. Freeing him with a wet slurp, she stood up and moved toward her purse. Her fingers were covered with her pussy oils. The musky scent filled her nose. She could still taste the pre-cum he had squirted onto her tongue. "There's something in my purse I want you to try," she said as she drew out the butt plug.
"What the hell is that?" Charlie asked. He squeezed his cock rhythmically with one hand and allowed her to place the slender, plastic device in the other.
"It's a butt plug," she explained. "It will make you feel incredible."
His attention drawn away from his impending climax for a moment, he stared first at her and then at the sex toy she had just handed him. "What's it for?" he asked.
"I will show you," Minuet said. Taking the butt plug from him, she made a big production of wetting it with her mouth. It still tasted faintly like Hope. Then, turning around, she spread her cheeks and gently inserted it into her rectum.
Charlie watched her shiver with delight and gave his prick another hard squeeze.
"I use it when I masturbate sometimes," Minuet said over her shoulder. She couldn't keep her fingers off her clit. "I pretend it's my lover's tongue or his finger." She didn't tell him how much his sister had enjoyed it as she turned around to face him.
Charlie couldn't imagine a woman as beautiful and uninhibited as Minuet having to pretend anything but he kept his thoughts to himself. He stood there watching her hump her fingers, her breasts swaying with her sexy movements. Her eyes were glittering feverishly and thick, wet sounds reached his ears.
Minuet could not wait another second for release. She squatted on the floor at his feet and drove two fingers deep into her cunt. Rocking her clit with her palm, she reached underneath with her free hand and began working the butt plug in and out of her ass. In just a matter of minutes, she was bucking wildly as her orgasm overtook her.
Again, Charlie forgot about his impending orgasm as he watched the beautiful young woman masturbating out of control. A fine sheen of sweat covered her undulating body and the look of ecstasy on her face was unmistakable. Afterwards, her eyes began to glow and her breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Now you do it," she gasped as she removed the plug and handed it to him. "Stick this up your ass and masturbate for me. I will take pictures."
Her voice had taken on a different tone, slightly demanding, all business. And, suddenly, Charlie found himself hotter than before, wanting only to do what she ordered. He took the still warm butt plug from her and worked the smooth, rounded tip between his cheeks.
"Turn around," she commanded as she picked up the camera again. "I want pictures of this."
Charlie had to squeeze his pussy prod hard to keep from shooting right then and there. His legs were weak, but he managed to turn around and bend over slightly. The butt plug was slender and slid into his rectum easily, with no pain at all. He grunted and began working the skin back and forth on his cock right away. It felt exactly as she had described it, like a lover's tongue or finger. All he had to do was close his eyes and imagine Minuet kneeling behind him.
"Don't squirt until I tell you."
Minuet's voice broke into his thoughts. He heard the click and whir of the camera and turned to face her again, fucking his fist wildly. His prick had never been this painfully hard before. It seemed to fill his fingers and grow longer and thicker with every picture she took.
"Play with your balls, too," she snapped.
"Oh, God!" he groaned as he squeezed the butt plug in tight and reached between his legs to cup and squeeze his swinging ball sac.
"Feel good?" she asked, a teasing smile on her face.
"Jesus, yes," Charlie hissed. "Feels like my cock is going to explode."
"Really," she purred as she moved closer and allowed the head to brush her wet bush. "Imagine it buried deep in my pussy."
"Oh, fuck!"
"Pretend that Raven is loving your balls with her hands and her mouth," Minuet continued. She was so caught up in the game, she had all but stopped taking pictures.
"Uh!"
"And that's my finger in your ass. You love the way it feels don't you?"
Charlie pumped himself faster and harder. He could feel her nipples against his chest, smell her perfume. Her silky muff against his cockhead sent bolts of electricity ripping through him. His own hands on his balls were incredible and the added thrill of the butt plug was all it took to send him right over the edge.
Minuet knew he had reached his limit. She began taking pictures again.
With a roar that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he exploded. The slapping sound of flesh against flesh filled the room and seemed to grow louder as thick, white streams of spunk blasted from the end of his cock. It arced across the small space between them and landed with little wet splats on her lower stomach, her V-shaped hairs and the fronts of her thighs. Charlie stood there watching as his nut nectar practically covered her lower body. He thought he never would stop shooting and his hands felt too good to stop.
Minuet took pictures until the last of his load trickled down his fingers and across the back of his hand. Then, shaking all over, she massaged his goo into her flesh, scooped it up onto her fingers and pushed it up inside her pussy. As Charlie removed the butt plug and sagged into a nearby chair, exhausted, she masturbated again.
"Damn, I don't think I've ever cum that hard," he breathed. "My nuts feel like raisins."
"Nor I," she confessed, the demanding tone gone from her voice. Scooting closer, she began licking him clean.
"Why don't I call Raven and tell her to take the rest of the day off," he suggested. "I'd like to spend some more time with you."
Minuet agreed readily, but continued licking and sucking his shriveled cock while he dialed Raven's home number. He assured her she that he could handle the rest of the day's work alone and convinced her to stay home.
Stuffing every inch of his limp cock into her hot mouth, Minuet buried her nose in his crotch hairs.
He hung up the phone and humped Minuet's face gently. "We shouldn't be disturbed for several hours. Why don't I load a tape into the video camera and get out the tripod?"
The thought excited her, the itch returning to her pussy. She nodded, continuing to hold his prick in her mouth. The thought evidently excited him, too, because he began to get hard again. As he grew, she released him slowly until she was holding only his knob between her lips. She flicked the nerve bundle with her tongue.
"Let me set up that camera," he breathed as she freed him.
"Hurry," Minuet whispered as she squeezed her mound. "I'm getting wet again."
Heavy footsteps sounded in the outer office. The naked couple froze in their tracks and stared at the door as it slowly opened.
CHAPTER TEN
"Is this how you keep busy in the afternoons, little brother?" Jay asked.
Relief flooded through Charlie when he realized their unexpected visitor was only his brother. "Sure," he said, making no move to hide himself. "Don't tell me you don't indulge in some afternoon delight with some of those nurses at the hospital."
"Every chance I get," Jay admitted. "Still, Minuet is our guest. You could have at least waited a few days."
"It is my fault," Minuet said suddenly as she stood up to face Jay. Like Charlie, she made no move to hide her nakedness. In fact, she wanted him to see her naked, wanted him to want her as much as Charlie did. "I seduced him."
Jay chuckled. "I'm sure it didn't take much to seduce my brother."
Minuet gave him a shy smile. "I'm very good at seducing."
"I'll bet you are," Jay said as he took in her lovely body, the rigid nipples and the damp, tangled mass of curls at the juncture of her tender thighs. He didn't need to see this, though, to know what they had been doing ... or were about to do again. The room was filled with the fragrance of sex and sweat. He found it almost intoxicating.
"I wanted him to take pictures of me ... of us," she explained. "Together."
"Homemade fuck films," Jay said, with a wink at his younger brother. "Good idea."
Jay had misunderstood about the pictures but Charlie wasn't about to correct him.
"Now we can take pictures of the three of us ... together," Minuet said, her smile growing even wider.
Jay and Charlie exchanged glances. Despite their age difference, the brothers were fairly close. They were attracted to and usually ended up bedding the same women. They'd talked about a threesome before, but could never find a willing third party. The closest they got was taking the same girl out on different nights and comparing notes. Now, here was Minuet offering them something they'd only fantasized about.
Without giving either of them time to respond, Minuet approached Jay. She could already see the beginnings of an erection in the front of his slacks. "Let me help you undress." she purred.
He stood there and watched helplessly while she loosened his tie and removed it. After unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled it out of his pants. Then she pushed it off his arms, kissing his mouth lightly at the same time. Her nipples barely brushed his hairless chest, sending excitement rippling through him. His cock had continued growing slowly but steadily as she undressed him. By the time she fumbled with his belt buckle and then his zipper, he realized he was completely erect. She knelt as she pushed his slacks down out of the way. He thought he heard her gasp when she saw his hard-on hugged tightly by his briefs. The red knob peeped out over the elastic waistband.
Charlie watched this whole procedure through the lens of the video camera. He had never seen Minuet more beautiful than when she squatted at his brother's feet, rubbing her face back and forth across the thick ridge in his shorts. Her pretty butt was thrust outward toward the camera, her thighs parted slightly. That revealed swollen, red lips framed with dark, damp curls. And her puckered anus all but winked at him.
It was obvious, too, that Jay was thoroughly enjoying the attention. He tangled his fingers in her long hair and stroked her cheeks and lips with the tips. Now that Minuet had him all but naked, she began to behave almost timidly. She only tugged gently at his shorts and she couldn't seem to take her eyes off his pussy prod. He helped her ease the underwear down off his hips. His hard prick sprang free, brushing her mouth and bumping her nose. She laughed softly as she caught the blood engorged muscle in both hands. Then she began to lick it. At last, she made a tight ring of her lips and forced them down over his huge knob. As she sucked him deep, she flicked her tongue back and forth across his sensitive spot.
"Damn, what a mouth," Jay breathed. He seemed to have forgotten that Charlie was in the same room. When he saw him there behind the camera, a surprised look crossed his face and then he grinned. "She can get you hard and she hasn't even touched you yet," he teased.
Charlie glanced down at his own erection bobbing around in front of him as if it was sniffing the air in search of cunt. "You're right about that."
"Well, don't be so selfish with it," Minuet said over her shoulder. She massaged her warm spit into Jay's throbbing muscle with both hands. "Come over here and then I'll have two to suck."
That invitation was all Charlie had been waiting for. As he crossed the room, Minuet reached for him with one hand. She continued to stroke Jay slowly as she turned her oral attention to Charlie. Licking him only briefly, she capped her mouth over the end of his dick and sucked. His soft moan thrilled her, as did the thick muscle throbbing against her tongue. And added to all that pleasure, she had another stiff prick filling her hand, pulsing against her fingers. Her pussy had begun to ache even before Jay was naked. By now, the thighs she squeezed together were slick with her flowing juices.
Jay could not decide which was more exciting, watching Minuet's experienced mouth on Charlie's cock or her expert fondling. After a few more minutes, it didn't matter, because Minuet's lips were wrapped around his schlong and Charlie was humping her hand. It also occurred to him that Minuet did not seem to notice that neither man had participated in a threesome before.
"And now it is my turn," Minuet said as she stood up.
Holding a spit-slick cock in each hand, she drew them toward the carpeted studio area. When they reached their destination, she moved to the floor. Her mouth covered Jay's prick again. She swallowed as much of his length as she could and then released him slowly. Charlie's dick was sliding back and forth in her hand and she gave him the same loving treatment. Then, still holding onto their cocks, she lay back and pulled them to her.
Charlie found it difficult to breathe as he knelt beside the beautiful woman and allowed her to rub his cockhead around her rigid nipple. Her hand slipped between his legs and she cupped his balls gently.
"They're full," she whispered.
All Charlie could do was nod.
Taking matters into his own hands, Jay maneuvered his big, red knob back and forth across her other button hard tip. He held his breath when she kneaded his full ball sac with her free hand. And then he felt a long finger teasing his puckered asshole and gasped.
The hot rubbery dickheads felt good against her nipples, but Minuet wanted more. "Lick my pussy," she whispered to Charlie.
He didn't have to be asked twice. Moving between her legs, he urged them further apart with his hands and inhaled deeply, loving the fragrance of her pussy. Then he began licking her very wet, very hot cunt, moaning at the sweet/tangy taste of her juices. Minuet gasped at the first touch of his tongue and her hips began moving rhythmically almost immediately.
At the same time, she offered her sensitive nipples to Jay's hot mouth. He moved his hot lips from her ear, down her neck, and circled her nipple with his tongue. She moaned and pressed the other fleshy globe toward him. He licked her sensitive skin all the way across to the other rigid point and teased that one as well. Her skin was slightly salty and yet warm and sweet and he found himself wanting to devour her. He went from one rosy tip to the other, licking and sucking even the skin underneath her breasts.
Minuet was in heaven! Jay had pressed her breasts together and was sucking both nipples at the same time. He flicked his tongue back and forth across the buds quickly. And all the while, Charlie was driving his tongue deep into her pussy, curling it into a point and literally sucking her dry. With his hands up under her ass, he pulled her cheeks wide and then pressed them together again and again. She could no longer control any of her movements and was content to wallow in the pleasure the two men brought to her.
As her excitement increased, Jay realized that his brother might need some help. He released her breast and left a trail of hot, wet kisses down her undulating stomach. His tongue swirled through her bush, gathering the clear droplets of her lubrication. Then he pulled her lips even further apart with his fingers. There was her clit, pink, wet and throbbing and just begging for his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, listening to her groans of pleasure and then he sucked it slowly into his mouth.
When Charlie realized what Jay was doing, he rammed his tongue in deeper and faster. He inched a wet fingertip into Minuet's tiny butthole and wiggled it around.
"Oh, God!" she gasped as the first waves of orgasm swept over her. "Don't stop."
Neither man had any intentions of doing that.
Jay squeezed her clit with his lips and flicked the hard bud with his tongue.
Charlie drove his tongue into her as deep as possible.
"Don't stop," she wailed as she pinched her nipples roughly. Minuet had never experienced such exquisite torture in her entire life. Her orgasm built, subsided and built again. She wanted to cum and yet she wanted this to go on forever.
Jay began stroking her clit with the tip of his tongue, hoping to match Charlie's rhythm. He could hear Charlie's fingers churning her cunt juice to a froth.
When her pussy began to flutter around his tongue, Charlie knew she was almost there. He waited until her cunt clamped down hard on his oral muscle. Then he added a second finger to her nether hole and pushed them deep.
That sent her over the edge. Babbling incoherently, she bucked wildly for a few seconds. She wanted more of Jay's mouth. She wanted even more of Charlie's tongue and fingers. Her howls of pleasure filled the room and then her entire body grew stiff. Never had she known an orgasm so intense. The men continued to lick and suck and finger her, keeping her from coming back to reality for what seemed an eternity.
Minuet finally relaxed with a throaty sigh. Instead of feeling spent and exhausted, though, she tingled all over, and knew she would soon be ready for more of this. She ran the fingers of one hand through Jay's sandy-colored hair. Charlie kissed the fingers that stroked his wet mustache. Both men smiled up at her, their faces shiny wet and covered with curly hairs. Charlie's tantalizing fingers remained buried in her rectum until she released them.
"You two are a great team!" she told them.
"You ain't seen nothing yet," Charlie growled, and kissed her damp, swollen lips one last time. His prick was harder than he could ever remember and pearly drops of pre-cum dripped off the end.
Minuet sat up and licked him clean, moaning at the sweet/musky taste. Then she turned to Jay. He was just as hard and she lapped up his sweet pearly droplets just as eagerly as she had Charlie's. She loved the taste of his offerings and drove the point of her tongue into his slit searching for more.
Jay held his breath and moved slowly to his back on the floor. He smiled as Minuet clung to him with her mouth and hands, moving into position between his legs. She knelt there for a few more moments, swallowing his schlong until her nose brushed his pubic hairs.
At the same time, Charlie knelt behind her. He rubbed her slender brown back and squeezed her sweaty butt. When he reached between her legs to finger her pussy, she moaned around Jay's meat.
Charlie's fingers slid in and out of her, causing her juices to flow again. They felt wonderful and yet worsened the itch deep inside of her. Freeing Jay's prick, she pumped him slowly as she pressed her cheek against his thigh. "I'm going to have to have more than this."
"Climb aboard, little lady," Jay urged with a phony Texas drawl. "Let's see how well you ride."
Grinning at him. Minuet straddled Jay's body. She held his prick steady by the base as she squatted over him, spreading her legs wide. Both men watched as her wide-spread pussy remained poised there for a heartbeat. And then she lowered herself until his swollen knob was tucked up inside of her. She gasped as she continued sliding downward, taking every inch of him inside of her.
Jay had a lot of women, but he had never had one with a pussy this tight, this hot and this ready! To keep his mind off the hot velvet that threatened to melt his prick, he tugged playfully at her nipples as she closed her eyes and let the pleasure of penetration wash over her.
Charlie squeezed his cock as he watched Minuet mount his brother. He was still close behind her, rubbing her shoulder with his free hand. Then he began licking the back of her neck.
"That's good," she moaned as she began to move up and down slowly. "Rub my clit."
Charlie didn't have to be told twice. He ran his hand down her flat stomach to her wet tangled mass of hairs. His fingers found her hard clit right away and he stroked it, trying to match her rhythm.
"Yeah," she breathed, moving faster. "Make me cum. I need to cum!"
Jay could feel her pussy squeezing, releasing and squeezing him tighter with each stroke. He knew she was ready to climax and he struggled to keep himself under control. Damn, he wanted this to last the rest of the afternoon!
Charlie's prick was trapped between Minuet's body and his own. With every movement, she thrilled him. His balls were aching and he knew he was going to have to do something soon.
Minuet's orgasm was so close she could almost taste it. Never had she enjoyed two men at the same time before, but the pleasure was even more intense than she had imagined. Jay's cock was stuffed deep into her pussy while Charlie's hot, throbbing prick bumped her butthole from time to time. And that's when she knew what she wanted.
Both men were surprised when Minuet's vigorous up and down motions slowed and then stopped. Charlie was sure she had been teetering on the brink of climax and he continued to rub her clit. Jay had been nearly as close to cumming as Minuet, so he was almost glad when she changed the pace. Taking a deep ragged breath, he gazed up at her, a question on his sweaty face.
In answer to his unasked question, Minuet leaned forward, pressing her nipples into his rock-hard chest. She kissed his mouth and squeezed him with her tight little twat. God, he felt good, filling her to capacity, but she wanted something more without even knowing what it was.
Charlie's hand slid down her sweaty back to her perfectly shaped ass and squeezed the firm muscles there. He could see everything, from where his brother's cock was spreading her pussy lips wide to her lewdly splayed asshole. On impulse, he let his fingertips brush the tiny opening and listened to her gasp.
After she caught her breath, she looked over her shoulder at Charlie. "Fuck my ass, Charlie," she told him. "I want both of you in me at the same time."
The two brothers exchanged glances. Jay gave but one nod of his head, amazed that her pussy could squeeze him even tighter than before.
"Please, I really want it," Minuet pleaded, pressing her nipples into Jay's chest. "I need it." Then her mouth sought out his and she kissed him deeply.
Charlie was not at all sure both of them would fit, but she seemed intent on getting what she wanted. With trembling hands, he scooped up her juices that flowed so freely and smeared them onto his rod. Then he used them to lubricate her tiny, puckered opening. She gasped as he primed her with two wet fingers and that gasp turned into a moan when he guided his cockhead to the little wet spot between her cheeks.
Jay realized that Minuet was shaking all over now that the moment of truth was here. He sucked on her darting tongue and ran his hands down her back to hold her cheeks wide for his brother. Her juices literally poured, coating his cock and balls. "Relax," he whispered.
As badly as Minuet wanted this, she had to force herself to relax. Finally, she managed it. Jay's hands felt good on her butt. His kisses were wonderful, just exciting enough to add to the already explosive emotions churning within her. And that's when Charlie eased his fat knob into her ass. The pain was only momentary and she relaxed even further as she gave in to the thrilling sensation of his cock burrowing into her tight channel.
"So good," she whimpered, burying her face in Jay's sweaty shoulder. "Damn, it feels so good." And then she started to ride up and down on Jay's dick again.
Now Charlie was the one having trouble controlling his breathing. As she began moving, he slid deeper into Minuet's hot ass, withdrew and inched deeper again. He fought the urge to ram himself in to the hilt. Somehow, they fell into an awkward but steady rhythm. When Minuet lifted herself off Jay, Charlie thrust his fleshy spear deep into her bowels. And when he withdrew, she sank down onto Jay again, taking him deep into her pussy.
As their excitement increased, the movements became awkward and jerky. Her pussy pulsed and fluttered around Jay as she humped him faster and faster, literally sucking the scum into his shaft. He pinched her nipples, fought for control and listened to the wet sound of three bodies slapping together.
Charlie tried not to watch his dick sliding in and out of her asshole. He knew that would surely hasten the orgasm that threatened to overtake him at any minute. But he found it all but impossible to look away. And with every stroke, the spunk inched further up his shaft and into the tip.
"Fuck me!" Minuet squealed as she worked her body back and forth between the two men. She struggled to get her pussy full and her ass full at the same time while grinding her clit against Jay's body. "Fuck me!"
With a low roar, Charlie lost control first. Ramming himself in to the hilt, he felt the familiar tug behind his balls. Within seconds, he was pumping what felt like a gallon of hot cream into her bowels.
The first spurt of Charlie's hot cream into her rectum pushed Minuet to the edge of oblivion. She grunted and humped Jay faster.
Jay held back as long as he could, but the excitement was too much for him. Bucking upward into her spasming pussy, he groaned in release and emptied his balls inside of her.
Minuet held onto reality for a brief second after feeling Jay's cock spurting his hot load into her. Then she bucked wildly and shuddered through one of the most intense, bone-melting climaxes of her life. The men were still spurting weakly when she calmed down and it was a while before any of the three could speak or move.
When they untangled their sweaty, exhausted bodies, Minuet laughed. "I feel like a Twinkie, full of cream."
Jay and Charlie were too weak to do more than chuckle.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The university was a beehive of activity. Hope guided Minuet to the admissions office, where she could register for class and then showed her around campus. Since the school offered a teaching hospital and a law school, Minuet was not surprised at the pride which was evident everywhere. She was impressed with the students, both young and old, as well as the modern facilities, especially the extensive library.
"I'm sure you'll meet some cute guys here," Hope told her as they wandered around in the sunshine. Then she stopped. "You do like guys, don't you?"
Minuet laughed at her young friend and squeezed her hand. She had sucked Andrew off earlier that morning and then slipped into Charlie's bed before he was even awake. If Hope knew any of this, there would be no need for a question like that. "Yes, as well as I do women."
"God, I can't believe this," Hope continued as they took a seat on a bench. "You're bisexual and from what you've shown me, I think I am, too."
"If you enjoy both men and women-and you do," Minuet added with a wink. "Then you are bisexual. I think all of us really are when it comes down to it."
Hope shook her blonde head. "Nope. My Mom doesn't even like doing it with my Dad."
"Are you sure?" Minuet was surprised. From what she had seen of Francine, the woman was a warm and giving person. She couldn't imagine her being frigid.
"Oh, yes, she told me once. She just endures it to make him happy." Hope babbled on, her topic of conversation changing like the warm wind that caressed their cheeks.
Minuet listened with only half her attention, nodding from time to time and smiling at Hope's almost childish prattle. She was thinking about Francine. The sex she had with Andrew had been wonderful, so it wasn't like he was an inept lover. Surely, he and Francine had been hot lovers when they were young. She supposed that time had cooled their desire for each other and wondered what she might do to fan the flame.
At lunch time, they met Francine downtown. The three women talked easily. Francine was excited about how busy her dress shop had been that morning. Minuet noted how her blue eyes twinkled and, as they laughed and she began to relax, she looked ten years younger. She was really a very beautiful woman, not as blonde as her daughter, but close. Her waist was still trim and her hips flared only slightly. That somehow fit her maturity and Minuet found herself longing to touch her smooth, golden skin.
"Well, I have a class," Hope said. "See ya later."
Minuet watched Hope's legs flashing under her short skirt as she walked toward her car. She caught Francine's look of pride as she, too, watched her daughter.
"She's a good girl," Minuet said sincerely.
"I just worry about ... ," she paused and looked embarrassed. "A mother worries about her daughter getting too involved with men at too young an age. I'm sure your mother worries."
Minuet shrugged. "I do not think so. I am engaged to a wonderful man. He's a friend of my father's. They trust him completely."
Francine made no comment, although it was difficult to imagine this beautiful young woman married to a man twice her age.
"Hope and I have talked," Minuet said, leaning closer. "She has never been with a man."
"She's still a virgin?" Francine was surprised and relieved at the same time.
Although that wasn't technically correct, Minuet nodded. "She told me."
The two women finished their lunch, sipping iced tea and talking about mundane topics. "Are you sure you want to spend the afternoon at the shop with me?" Francine asked as they climbed into her Mercedes.
"Oh, yes," Minuet assured her. "I love trying on clothes and shopping. Maybe I can even help with customers."
"Well, I'll be glad for the company," Francine said.
Actually, she was looking forward to spending some time with Minuet, getting to know the young French woman better. For some reason, Francine felt Minuet was having a dramatic impact on all their lives. She couldn't put her finger on it, but the entire household seemed at ease with each other since her arrival. Even Andrew had begun to relax and spend more time at home.
Francine unlocked the shop and they stepped inside. It was a cheerful, bright, airy place, with racks of beautiful, one of a kind outfits widely spaced throughout the store. There were several departments from plus-size clothing to petites, and even a junior career line, designed by Francine and Hope together. They talked for a while about Francine's designer collection of lingerie, which was displayed toward the back of the store.
"Why don't you try something on?" she suggested, obviously proud of her creations.
"What do you suggest?" Minuet asked. She had a passion for lingerie and Pierre bought her a sexy, new outfit once a week.
Francine searched for a moment and then chose a frilly pink lace and satin nightie that was designed to conceal and yet reveal at the same time. She held it up by the thin straps and cocked her head to one side. "This one."
Minuet took the feminine garment and headed toward one of the dressing rooms. She found the cubicle lit with a soft, peach-colored light and larger than most, equipped with a hanger for clothes and a small chair. Three of the walls were covered with mirrors and the floor was carpeted. She closed the door behind her, but did not lock it.
As Minuet undressed, she was able to see herself from almost every angle. She found herself experimenting with different poses before slipping into the whisp of lingerie. "Ready?" she asked through the closed door. For some reason, her voice was a bit shaky, as were her hands.
"Let's see," Francine said.
Minuet stepped into the small area just outside of the fitting rooms, which was well-hidden from the rest of the store. Like the dressing room, there were more mirrors, but the lighting was different here, harsher.
"Beautiful," Francine breathed. The contrast in colors, Minuet's dark skin and the pristine white of the lingerie, was breathtaking. The tight bodice of the garment emphasized Minuet's beautifully shaped breasts and the length was perfect for showing off her pert behind and long, lean thighs. "Absolutely beautiful."
"You try one on," Minuet suggested impulsively. Dashing to the closest rack, she chose the same creation in red.
At first, Francine refused, but Minuet playfully insisted. Finally, the older woman, caught up in the frivolity of the moment, agreed. "Okay, but we have to hurry. A customer might come in," she said as she stepped into the fitting room Minuet had recently vacated.
"I'll help," Minuet offered and entered the small space.
Unzipping Francine's dress, she pushed it off her supple shoulders. While Francine removed it, Minuet unhooked her bra. That fell forward and Minuet's breath caught in her throat when she saw Francine's breasts. The creamy white globes were heavy but not sagging, and topped with nipples the size of strawberries. Mouth watering, hands aching to touch her, Minuet stared at the beautiful sight in the mirror. Her gaze drifted slowly downward to where the only thing covering Francine's mound were her lacy panties. That only excited Minuet more.
Francine was aware of her nipples turning to stiff points as the cool air caressed them. She shivered and reached for the nightie. That's when she looked into the mirror and saw their reflections. Minuet stared at her nakedness openly, hungrily. Even in Francine's limited sexual experience, she knew what was happening.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced, dim but yet very real. At some time in her past, she had fantasized about making love with another woman.
"I'm sorry," Minuet was saying. "It's just that you are so beautiful and I...." She let her voice trail off and shrugged even though she continued to stare at the mirror. There was no way she could make Francine understand how she could be sexually aroused by another woman.
"It's, okay," Francine breathed. Her heart pounded and she found herself completely paralyzed.
"Could I just...." Minuet swallowed hard. She could not deny her feelings a moment longer, " ... just touch you?"
Francine saw herself nod and dropped her hands to her sides.
Minuet suppressed a soft moan as her hand slid underneath Francine's arm and around to the older woman's breast. It was as warm as Minuet had imagined it to be, firm and yet yielding at the same time. She brought her other hand into play, cupping both globes gently, hefting their weight, amazed at how the nipples grew even larger. They looked to be as big as her thumb.
It was Francine who moaned first. Minuet's exploring fingers were tender, almost hesitant, and yet exciting at the same time. A thrill surged through her such as she had not experienced in years. She thrust her suddenly aching nipples into Minuet's hands. Her pussy was already growing loose and moist.
Satisfied that Francine was ready to experiment. Minuet pressed her breasts against the warm body in front of her. At the same time, she licked Francine's ear and then kissed her long, graceful neck. Kneading
Francine's breasts now, pinching the nipples, Minuet nibbled her shoulder. A quick glance in the mirror showed her that Francine was still watching, her eyes glazed with lust.
Minuet slid her hands downward, stroking Francine's slightly rounded belly and slender sides. They moved lower, fondling the older woman's thighs with feather-like touches. Again, it was Francine who moaned when one of Minuet's hands covered her mound. The heat coming through her panties was incredible and Minuet shivered at the prospect of tasting her.
Francine felt as if this was happening to someone else while she watched. And yet, she experienced everything, from Minuet's warm mouth on her neck to those wonderful exploring hands. Giving in to the urges racing through her, she spread her legs and humped the hand that squeezed her mound. That's when the first flood of juices wet her panties. God, even Andrew couldn't get her this wet, this quickly!
When Francine began humping Minuet's hand, she squeezed the hot mound rhythmically. Moving her body even closer to Francine's backside, she gently pushed the wet crotch of her panties into the deep groove between her lips. Francine moaned, spread her legs further and the fabric grew even wetter. Without waiting for further encouragement. Minuet peeled Francine's panties off her full hips and let them fall to the floor.
Now both women were gazing at the thick triangle of blonde hair at the juncture of Francine's thighs.
"I must taste you," Minuet whispered.
Francine quivered at the sound of Minuet's husky voice. She barely heard it over the sound of the blood pounding in her ears. And even though she could hardly wait to feel Minuet's tongue inside of her, she still found movement nearly impossible.
Moving around in front of Francine, Minuet knelt on the carpeted floor. She placed the older woman's foot up on the low chair and began licking her sticky, wet inner thighs. Francine's pussy was fragrant, the musky scent filling Minuet's head, making her feel slightly dizzy. It also drew her hungry mouth toward it.
Using her fingers, Minuet parted Francine's furry patch. The sight was incredible! A huge clit, looking as if it was begging for attention, and swollen pink lips. The tender inner lips were moist and inviting. Minuet's mouth watered as she watched the tiny opening pulse slowly. She pressed her face into the crisp curls and inhaled deeply, listening to Francine's low moans.
Francine had never allowed Andrew to perform oral sex on her for the simple reason that she would be expected to return the favor. Yet, as Minuet lapped up her juices, tenderly kissing her inner lips and tonguing her clit, she began to think that maybe she had made a mistake. Giving in to the feelings of pleasure spreading quickly throughout her entire body, she found herself watching their reflection in the mirror. After taking in her own flushed face, the erect nipples and her slowly undulating body, she watched the back of Minuet's dark head as it bobbed between her legs. The sight alone made her ache. Finally, she placed a hand on Minuet's sleek head and leaned back against the mirrored wall, spreading her legs even wider.
Instinctively, Minuet realized what was happening. She loved Francine's sweet/tangy taste and longed to feel her pussy pulsing around her tongue. Yet, she continued to tease them both by making ever widening circles just inside of her pussy. Francine's soft moans were coming steadily now and she rocked her hips back and forth on Minuet's face. At long last, Minuet curled her tongue into a point and pushed it deep into Francine's hot, wet pussy.
"Oh!" Francine gasped as Minuet's tongue slithered deep. She shuddered and her pussy grasped greedily at the oral muscle when it was withdrawn.
Minuet drove her tongue deep again, withdrew and repeated the process. She realized Francine was actually holding her lips wider, reaching for more tongue and even rubbing her clit with a long finger.
"Oh, God!" Francine whimpered as the beginnings of an intense orgasm swelled within her. "Don't stop. It feels so good!"
Minuet wasn't about to stop. She loved the idea that her tongue was turning this poised, sophisticated woman to a quivering, helpless mass of hungry flesh. Bringing her fingers into play, she stroked Francine's trembling thighs and then squeezed her rounded cheeks.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Francine retained some sense of logic. She had not touched herself in years and, yet, here she was rubbing her clit furiously. Her free hand held Minuet's head even tighter against her body. She watched her breasts sway with her steady movements, which were quickly growing out of control. The small room reeked with the scent of her own pussy and she was vaguely aware of the slurping sounds coming from between her legs.
With her hands on Francine's ass, Minuet pulled her down further onto her tongue and flicked it in and out rapidly. The strong muscles began to pulse and flutter and Francine's moans were growing steadily louder. Just when she thought Francine needed one more thrill to send her over the edge, Minuet pressed the tip of two fingers against her tiny butthole.
"Aaaaggghhhh!" Francine howled. The orgasm hit hard and fast, taking away her ability to see, hear and even breathe. Her only thing she could do was ride the waves of pleasure that peaked, subsided and peaked again, until she was completely exhausted.
Minuet helped the older woman, weak and trembling, to sit in the chair. She continued to kneel on the floor, licking her pussy gently, kissing it tenderly. At the same time, she slipped a hand up under the nightie and began rubbing her clit. It was only a matter of seconds before she was lying back on the floor with her legs spread wide. She knew Francine was gazing right into her overflowing pussy as she worked her clit furiously, but that only added to her excitement. When her hips began to rock steadily, her orgasm building, she pressed two fingers into her pussy and worked them in and out.
"Uh!" Minuet grunted as she humped her hands, no longer caring whether anyone watched or not. That's when she realized that Francine was on the floor between her legs.
Unable to sit there and watch a moment longer, Francine pushed Minuet's hands out of the way. She worked two fingers into the young woman's liquid opening and was amazed at how the strong pussy sucked at them. Again, giving in to her desires, she leaned forward and began licking Minuet's clit. The tiny button jerked and throbbed. She captured the slippery nub between her lips and sucked.
Minuet had been on the brink of orgasm when Francine took over. That brought her back to earth for a few moments, but as the two fingers filled her pussy, she began bucking again. And then the hot mouth covered her clit and began to suck. Grunting, bucking, her body jerking out of control, Minuet climaxed. Her juices literally poured out around Francine's fingers and slid down her crack.
"I've never done anything like that before," Francine admitted. "I mean, I thought about it, but...."
"You don't need to apologize," Minuet said when she caught her breath. "It was wonderful. We'll have to do it again."
For the first time in years, Francine closed the dress shop early. She drove home and spent the entire afternoon in bed with the pretty young foreign exchange student.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Jay rarely had a day off and when he did, he usually spent it at the medical library doing research for a paper he was interested in writing. That was what he was thinking about as he gulped down his coffee and started for the door one bright morning a few weeks after the threesome with Charlie and Minuet.
"Headed for the hospital?" she asked, from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yeah," he said, trying to avoid looking at the way her tank top hugged her braless breasts. And her shorts were so short, he could see dark hairs curling out around the legs. Every time he saw her, he could not help but remember how she looked when she climaxed.
"You're a little later than normal," she noted with a smile.
"I'm off today."
"I don't have any classes today," she said, and moved toward him. "I'd love to have a personal tour of the hospital and the research labs."
This wasn't the first time she had made this request. He had always been in too much of a hurry before, but this time he saw no reason to leave her behind. "Come on, but I'm going to warn you that I might be a while."
"That's okay," she said as she dashed back up the stairs to change. "I'll catch a ride home with Hope."
As Jay watched her go, he felt his cock twitch. It dawned on him that he could follow her up the stairs and take her to bed. She would go willingly, he knew. He had never seen a woman so eager for his attention as Minuet. Yet, his sense of responsibility lingered. Before he reached a decision, she returned, looking demure and sexy at the same time in khaki-colored slacks and a sleeveless peach blouse. She wore only a blush of makeup and her long chestnut-colored hair gleamed with health.
Minuet thought Jay looked more comfortable as he escorted her through the clean, bright busy hospital than he did at home. Even dressed in jeans and a dress shirt, he looked like the professional he was. She was proud to be seen with him and listened carefully as he explained different areas of the research lab, their work and how they were funded. The funding tied into her background somewhat and they ended up discussing types of grants and the exorbitant amounts of money poured into medical research with several other people. Minuet was also aware that she was getting jealous looks from some of the nurses and female medical students as Jay introduced her. She wondered how many he had fucked, and where, and that brought to mind the fact that she loved playing doctor with Pierre.
When they were on the elevator headed for the medical library, Minuet pressed her body close to his. "You know, I think it would be fun to play doctor with a real doctor," she whispered as she pressed her breasts against him.
He realized she still was not wearing a bra. "You're a very bad girl," he whispered as he inhaled her light perfume and felt the heat from her body invading his.
"Then why don't you spank me," she replied. With a sexy pout, she guided one of his long fingered hands to her backside.
He smacked it lightly. "I'd rather fuck you."
"Do it," Minuet whispered, shivering as he squeezed her butt with both hands. "Right here. Right now."
Jay chuckled. The thought was intriguing, but he had a better idea, one that he had toyed with before. However, until now, he had not been able to find a willing partner, or at least one he felt comfortable with.
They parted just as the elevator doors opened and he motioned for her to follow him. She did as he requested, slowly realizing that they were hurrying toward the emergency room area. The place seemed unusually quiet this time of day, with only a few people waiting to be seen by one of the doctors on duty. A pretty young nurse greeted them as Jay led the way back toward one of the examining rooms. The one farthest from the nurses' desk was empty and they entered it quietly.
Minuet noted the pastel-colored walls, the shiny tiled floor and the cabinet running along one wall, filled with medical supplies. A low examination table stood in the center of the room, covered with tissue paper. An adjustable stool squatted near the table.
"It's more fun to play doctor when you're in the doctor's office," he told her as he lifted her onto the examining table.
"Well, doctor," Minuet began, her pulse already quickening. "I think I'm running a fever." Because this was a game she adored, falling into the role of patient was easy.
"Let's see," he said as he placed a cool hand on her forehead. "You do feel warm. I'm afraid I'll need to examine you."
"Whatever you think," Minuet said softly.
He unbuttoned her blouse, revealing those perfectly shaped, deeply tanned breasts that he could not seem to get enough of. Her nipples grew stiff almost immediately and he teased them lightly with his fingertips. "Why are your nipples so hard?" he asked.
"I don't know," Minuet answered. She closed her eyes and tried to breathe evenly as he kneaded her breasts with his warm hands. She squirmed on the table and squeezed her legs together around her tingling pussy.
"I'm not exciting you am I?" he asked, playing the game to the hilt.
She shook her head and lied. "No."
"Then this is going to require an oral examination," he explained. He was still using his doctor voice, but it was not nearly as steady as before.
"Whatever you think, doctor," Minuet whispered. His warm breath caressing her flesh nearly took her breath away. And when his wet tongue circled her sensitive nipple, she gasped. Moving his head to the other mound of flesh, he circled that nipple, too, and then licked the sensitive skin in between. This time, when he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, he tugged at the other playfully with his fingers. Minuet moaned softly, thrusting her chest upward into his hot mouth.
"I'm afraid I haven't discovered anything yet," he explained to his trembling patient. "I'm going to remove the rest of your clothes and do a more extensive search."
Minuet nodded and fought the urge to help him. She lifted her ass off the table as he removed her slacks. The cool temperature of the room actually felt good against her feverish flesh and her pussy felt as if it was on fire.
"You're not wearing panties either," Jay scolded as he tossed her clothing aside and gazed at her dark bush. His cock had been only half erect until this moment. Now, realizing just how wet and ready she was had him completely hard, struggling to get out of his pants.
"I'm sorry," Minuet whispered.
"Is your pussy wet?" he asked.
Minuet lied again, shaking her head vigorously from side to side.
"Let me see," the doctor ordered, and eased her legs slightly apart with both hands. Looking at that sweet, wet pussy, Jay shook his head. "You have let yourself get completely out of control."
"I'm sorry," Minuet repeated, letting her legs fall wide apart. "But I can't help it. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck!" At the same time, she covered her mound with one hand and rocked her clit with her palm.
"I'm afraid this calls for drastic treatment," Jay told his patient. God, hearing her talk like that while watching her play with herself nearly drove him wild.
"What kind of treatment?" Minuet asked. Hearing his zipper, she looked down between her legs. The sight of his long, thick prick excited her so and she inserted one finger into her bubbling pussy.
"We can't waste any time," he told her as he stepped up to the table and drew her body toward him.
"Yes, doctor," Minuet hissed as she added a second finger to her cunt and pushed them deep. Then, thrusting her pussy toward Jay, she held her slippery lips wide for him. "You know what I need. Please give it to me."
God, she was so ready for his prick! Closing her eyes, she could already feel him sliding into her, filling her with his steely hardness. The first thing she felt, though, was his tongue adding fuel to the flame. It slithered up and down her slit, circling her clit, teasing her pussy and then stabbing wildly at her asshole. She stifled her squeals and her body humped the air searching for the elusive source of her pleasure.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, just before he probed her depths with his thick oral muscle.
"Oh, yes," she whimpered, grinding her body against his face. She tangled her fingers in his thick hair, pulling his head closer. "I want to cum."
As much as Jay loved eating her cunt, he wanted to watch her climax. Since the day he and his brother had shared her beautiful body, the sight of her orgasming had stayed with him. Even when he fucked one of the willing nurses during the night shift, or allowed one of them to suck him at the library, he thought of Minuet. He would never forget how her body undulated wildly between him and Charlie while her face became a mask of lust. "Show me how you make yourself cum," he breathed, taking a step backward.
What torture, Minuet thought. His tongue had felt so good, not nearly as good as her fingers. Yet, she had to do something. Her body was screaming for release. Placing the soles of her feet together, she brought them up close to her body. That opened her up even wider. As she pinched her clit and inserted those two fingers into her wet pussy, she watched him stroking himself slowly. The idea of them masturbating together was thrilling and she lifted her hips off the table as her fingers moved in and out faster.
"Are your fingers enough?" Jay asked.
"No," she confessed, taking a quick, shuddering breath. "Your cock. I want your cock."
Seeing how this raunchy questioning excited her, he continued. "What do you use when you can't find a cock?"
"My toys," Minuet replied. Her finger movements had slowed at the mention of her toys. "I have lots of toys."
"Tell me about your toys," he coaxed.
"1 have a big dildo," Minuet began, shivering at the thought. "It looks and feels just like a real prick. Veins up and down the thick shaft and a fat round knob." Her words became disjointed as she talked and her fingers moved faster again.
Jay vaguely noted how her accent became more pronounced, but he was mostly aware of her beautiful body writhing on the table in front of him. He captured the pre-cum leaking from the end of his dick in his palm and smeared it onto his shaft. With that added lubrication, he could almost imagine that his hand was her hot, tight cunt.
"I shove it deep into my pussy," Minuet told him. Her gaze locked on his leaking cock. "And sometimes my ass."
The last words came out as a throaty whisper and made Jay quiver. Then she said something that took his mind off his impending orgasm.
"I have it with me. In my purse." And she nodded to where she had tossed it on the floor.
Jay's hands shook as he opened her purse and drew out the obscene-looking toy. Minuet removed her fingers from-her cunt and spread her legs further as he approached the table. While his own cock throbbed, he slowly worked the flesh-colored piece of rubber into her pussy. He watched her body suck it deep inside and listened to her groan of pleasure. When he withdrew the pleasure wand slightly, her lips clung to it hungrily and she lifted her ass off the table, reaching for more.
With her hand on his wrist, Minuet urged him to continue. Then she drew his mouth to hers and they kissed deeply, tongues battling. While he continued to fuck her with the dildo, she captured his hot dick in one hand. It throbbed against her palm and his pre-cum left a wet trail across her fingers.
Jay moaned into her mouth when he felt her warm hand and shoved the dildo deeper.
"Suck my clit," she whimpered, pushing gently on his head. "Make me cum."
Jay licked his way down her flat stomach to her thick bush. Finding her clit was easy and he sucked the slippery nub into his mouth with little tongue teasing. She began bucking almost immediately. Thick wet sounds reached his ears and mingled with her grunts of pleasure as he churned her juices to a froth.
Minuet felt as if her orgasm had been building for hours. It hit almost the moment his mouth covered her clit and was so intense it made her tremble. Totally out of control, she held his face against her with both hands while humping the dildo wildly.
As Minuet's climax subsided, Jay released her clit and began licking it with the flat part of his tongue. He continued fucking her with the dildo, but the strokes were shorter and slower. And when she finally returned to earth, he stood up and showed her that he was still ready for action.
"Now I can have my ass full and my pussy full at the same time," she breathed as she slid off the table. Leaning forward over the edge of the examination table, she spread her legs wide and waved her ass at him. Looking over her shoulder with a sexy little pout, she said, "I haven't had you in my ass yet."
Holding the slimy wet dildo in his hand, Jay gazed for a moment at her beautiful behind. Her inner thighs were wet and her cunt lips still swollen and pouting. Her tiny butthole beckoned. Even under the harsh florescent lighting, she looked gorgeous. The small sterile room was filled with the smell of hot pussy.
"Hurry," Minuet whimpered. "I need to cum again."
Pushing his jeans and shorts down to his knees, Jay stepped up close behind her. She moaned as he pressed his knob against the pulsing mouth of her pussy. He was sucked inside just like the dildo had been earlier, and was immediately coated with her scalding oils. Closing his eyes, he worked his dick in and out slowly. It felt so good and he was so painfully hard! He was tempted to empty the hefty load boiling in his balls in her right then and there.
"I want the dildo in my pussy."
Minuet's voice jerked him back to earth.
"And I want your dick in my ass."
Jay withdrew his oily dick from her slowly. He caught some of her thick oils on his fingertips and pushed them into her butthole. She groaned and wiggled against the invading fingers. That groan turned into a whimper when they were withdrawn. Then he guided his prick to the same spot and pressed forward with his hips. His knees were shaking and his ragged breathing filled the room. He barely heard her steady moans.
"Push it in me," Minuet urged as she pulled her cheeks even wider for him. "God, I want it so bad."
And then, suddenly, he was inside of her. God, it felt like a hot rubber band had been snapped around his cockhead! Without giving him time to think about anything, she pushed back, forcing him in deeper. Her channel was super tight. He could feel every ridge and bump of her rectum. He fought the urge to drive himself to the hilt and fill her with his cream.
"My pussy," she gasped. "Put the dildo in my pussy."
Even though he was still holding the dildo in one hand, he had forgotten all about it. Now he slowed his in and out movements long enough to give her what she wanted.
"Yes," she hissed as she pressed her aching nipples into the cool surface of the examination table. "Oh, yes, that's what I need!"
After a few moments, they settled into a steady rhythm that was purely instinctive. Minuet's pussy had begun to pulse and Jay felt his hot spunk rising into his shaft.
And that's when the door opened. Since they were facing the door, with nothing but the examination table between them, the young lab technician could only see Minuet's sweaty breasts with the hard nipples swaying with her movements. He knew Jay was fucking her from the look of ecstasy on her face but he had no idea about the dildo. And he was also too shocked to do anything but stand there and stare at them.
The technician's intrusion brought both Jay and Minuet back to reality. They stared back at him for a few moments and then Minuet broke the silence. "Close the door," she commanded. When the young man did as he was told, she reached for him. "Give me your dick to suck."
Jay nodded when the young man looked at him as if seeking permission. This was turning into much more than he had dared dream about! With his prick buried in Minuet's ass, he teased her overflowing pussy with the dildo. He watched the young man fumble with his zipper and then saw Minuet literally gobble down his growing prick.
"Oh, God!" the technician moaned. "God, what a mouth."
Minuet was aware of only one thing. Her pussy was full of dildo and her mouth and ass were full of hot, throbbing cock. She sucked one and bucked back against the other as her orgasm built quickly.
Jay's gaze moved from Minuet's lips sliding up and down the technician's prick to her cheeks quivering with each of his lusty thrusts. The spunk filled up his shaft and boiled in the head. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and Minuet's asshole was already clamping down on him. What surprised him, though, was that the technician was losing control even more quickly.
Neither Minuet nor Jay had any way of knowing that the young man had never experienced a mouth on his cock before. The pleasure was incredible, almost overwhelming. He tangled his fingers in her long hair and fucked her face with abandon. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he bit his lip to keep quiet. It felt as though her lips were literally drawing his scum up out of his balls. Any minute now he was going to blow!
"Suck him," Jay grunted as he drove himself into her ass deeply. He fucked her pussy with the dildo at the same time. "I want to see him cum on your face."
In response, Minuet moaned and concentrated her sucking just on the end of the tasty prick. Then, at the last moment, just as it began to swell and jerk, she freed it and rubbed the wet knob all over her lips. Within seconds, the young man on the other end of the cock grunted and began spurting.
Jay watched the white cream cover her lips and nose and cheeks and chin. She sucked the spurting cock into her mouth again and, within seconds, Jay was pumping his hot load deep into her bowels.
Minuet knew the two men climaxing at nearly the same time would set her off. But it was the dildo buried deep in her pussy that finally sent her over the edge. Moaning around the weakly spurting cock in her mouth and bucking back against Jay's hot, sweaty body, she experienced a bone-melting orgasm.
It was a while before Minuet released the young man's shrinking dick. And it was even longer before Jay's shriveled cock slithered out of her dripping asshole. He finally removed the dildo and when the young man saw the sex-slimed toy, his eyes grew round.
"I guess I should introduce you," Jay said as he reached for a small towel.
"Yes, please," Minuet said with a smile, and began licking her fingers. "Now that I've enjoyed his cum, it would be nice to know his name."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The months passed quickly. Minuet was glad she decided to travel to America. She had learned so much in her classes and had made so many new friends! And she loved her American family as if it was her own. Over the months, she had enjoyed the pleasure of both Jay and Charlie together and separately. Hope had become a genius at sucking pussy and had even ordered some toys of her own. Whenever she began missing Pierre, she would turn to Andrew. His slow, deliberate, experienced fucking always left her breathless. And Francine had even become more aggressive when the two women found themselves alone together.
Two days before her scheduled departure, Minuet insisted on taking Andrew and Francine to lunch. She chose an expensive French restaurant, with delicious food and an intimate atmosphere. While they enjoyed their lunch, she tried to tell the older couple just how she felt.
"I can't find the right words," she finally said in frustration.
Francine saw the tears of gratitude glittering in the young woman's deep brown eyes and hugged her warmly. "Now you have two homes, one in France and one in the United States."
"You're welcome here any time," Andrew told her.
"Thank you," Minuet whispered. Even though Francine's hug had been purely innocent. Minuet clung to her, loving the feel of her warm body. Andrew's touch on her hand made her skin tingle. To her surprise, she found herself wanting both of them more than ever.
And without words, Francine knew what Minuet was feeling. She felt it, too. Swallowing hard, she hugged the young woman again and whispered, "Let's go home for a while."
Minuet nodded and then she turned to Francine's husband. "Andrew, too."
Andrew and Francine exchanged glances. Again, words were unnecessary even though they had never even discussed the possibility before. He wanted it, more than anything. His prick jerked at the thought of savoring both of them at the same time. But the final decision would be Francine's.
Seeing the lust in her husband's eyes, not just for Minuet's beautiful young body but her own, made the decision for Francine. She nodded. "Let's all go home for a while."
Minuet had prepared for the possibility that this might happen. A bottle of wine was chilling in the refrigerator. The shades were drawn in the master bedroom. After spraying the bed with a seductive perfume, Minuet had left it turned down. A soft lamp glowed beside the bed, making the room intimate and inviting. She kissed both Francine and Andrew and held their hands as she led them up the stairs and into the room.
"I will undress you," she whispered to Francine as she motioned for Andrew to sit on the bed.
Minuet went to work removing Francine's clothes, kissing and licking every inch of skin as it was exposed. Francine trembled with every touch, every kiss, and found that by the time she was down to her bra and panties, she was eager for just about anything Minuet had in mind. Her excitement made her weak and she was thankful when Minuet urged her onto the bed beside her husband. There was plenty of room for the three of them in the big bed. Andrew removed her bra and his hot mouth covered one tingling nipple while Minuet sucked hungrily on the other.
It was Andrew who found the wet crotch of her panties with his big hand. Francine spread her legs wide and humped the fingers that covered her mound. He had not seen his wife this turned on in years. And, of course, her eagerness for this kind of attention triggered his own. He pressed his growing cock against her hip and continued to squeeze her pussy. The thin fabric of her panties grew wetter by the moment.
"God, this is so beautiful," Minuet whispered as she lifted her face from between Francine's heavy breasts. She watched Andrew's busy hand for a moment and then reached out and stroked his erection.
Suddenly, Minuet's clothes felt confining and uncomfortable. She removed them quickly, unaware that both Francine and Andrew were watching her with hungry eyes. And when she joined them on the bed, she kissed Francine deeply, pressing the full length of her body against her. As their tongues battled, Andrew's hand strayed from his wife's mound to Minuet's. He inserted a finger into her tiny wet hole and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
Minuet moaned into Francine's mouth, sucked the tongue that was offered and spread her legs wider for
Andrew's exploring fingers. Bodies shifted and soon Minuet found herself between the couple; the one being seduced instead of the other way around. Francine cupped and caressed her breasts while Andrew licked his way down her body toward her aching pussy.
"Yes," Minuet hissed, and spread her legs even wider as she felt his hot breath. "God, yes!"
She opened her eyes as Andrew buried his face between her legs and his tongue slithered deep inside of her. Then she turned her attention to Francine, who was watching as well.
Francine watched her husband's bobbing head for a moment longer. His cheeks were wet with Minuet's juices and his tongue darted here and there like a thick, wet snake. Every once in a while, she could hear him sucking at Minuet's sweet oils. Her own pussy twitched and a flood of juices oozed onto her thighs. She never dreamed that watching him with another woman would be such a turn on.
"Let me eat you," Minuet urged.
Minuet's voice seemed very far away and yet there was no mistaking the hunger there. Maneuvering easily, Francine squatted over the young French woman's face so that she could continue to watch her husband. She spread her thighs wide and, holding her slippery lips even wider, Francine allowed Minuet to pull her down onto her outstretched tongue.
At the same time, Andrew looked up from Minuet's hairy fork. As Minuet's tongue slid deep into Francine's pussy, he watched his wife's body react. Her nipples grew harder and longer, looking like pencil erasers, and the dazed look on her face was incredible. He listened to Minuet sucking on his wife's pussy and then lowered his mouth to the fragrant snatch being thrust into his face. God, she tasted fabulous. After licking her clean, he drove his tongue deep into her tight tunnel in search of more.
The combination of Francine's pussy spasming around her tongue and Andrew's oral attention was driving Minuet wild. She teased Francine's sweaty asshole with her fingertips and rammed her tongue deep into Francine's hot pussy time and time again. At the same time, she found it impossible to lie still.
Francine moaned as Minuet's mouth brought her so close to orgasm that she could taste it. But what was thrilling her more than that was watching Andrew's flashing tongue in Minuet's cunt. She had been fondling her nipples and then her hands slid lower so that she was pinching her own clit rhythmically.
As Minuet moaned into her muff, Francine saw Andrew lower his face. He held Minuet's legs even wider and worked the point of his tongue into her asshole. There was Minuet's clit, begging for attention. Without a thought, Francine leaned forward and sucked the slippery nub into her mouth.
Andrew's wet tongue inching into her rectum nearly drove Minuet crazy. But when she realized that Francine was sucking her clit, she completely lost control! Bucking wildly, she held her own orgasm at bay and concentrated on Francine's pussy. Holding onto Francine's ass with her hands, she rammed her tongue deep and sucked hard at the same time. Just as two fingers slid deep into her own pussy, sending her over the edge, Francine's strong cunt began to flutter around Minuet's plunging tongue.
For the next few minutes, both women were so involved in their own much needed release, they were completely unaware that Andrew was no longer a participant. He had moved to the foot of the bed and was taking off his clothes while watching the whole, fantastic scene. Never had he seen his wife more beautiful and, as always, Minuet's reaction was free and uninhibited. Needless to say, his cock was rock-hard and aching for some attention from one or both of the women writhing about on the bed.
"God, I haven't cum that hard since...." Francine slid off Minuet and collapsed on the bed beside her. She stopped in mid-sentence and laughed weakly.
"Since the last time," Minuet finished for her.
The two women, their faces covered with slime and curly hairs laughed at their private joke. Andrew was forgotten momentarily. Then Minuet saw him kneeling on the bed, his huge erection bobbing around in front of him. He grinned at the women, stroked himself slowly and cupped his bloated balls with his free hand.
"Now, that's a sight," Minuet said as she moved to her knees. She took Andrew's cockhead into her mouth, sucked gently and then swirled her tongue around him lazily. "Your turn," she said to Francine, and moved to the side.
Andrew and Francine looked at each other. God, how he longed to feel her mouth on him! Yet, all he could do was wait for her to make the decision.
Francine had never sucked his dick, even though lately she had dreamed about it quite often. She especially thought about it when Minuet wore the strap-on dildo and she practiced sucking that. She wasn't even sure where to start, but she was sure that if she remembered Minuet's instructions, things would go just fine. Following the young woman's lead, she licked his cockhead briefly and then took it into her mouth, sucking gently. The hot muscle throbbing against her tongue made her want more and when she tasted his pre-cum, she began to slide her mouth up and down him steadily.
"Go, girl," Minuet whispered. With one hand on Andrew's balls and the other on Francine's swaying breast, she watched the couple intently. "Suck his cock."
Minuet's words excited Andrew as much as his wife's mouth on his prick. He bit his lip and forced himself to remain quiet. He stroked Francine's head, ran his fingers down her cheek and traced around her lips, which were spread around his shaft. For a novice, she certainly seemed to know what she was doing and he found himself gently fucking her face.
Francine couldn't seem to get enough! She loved it when he touched the back of her throat with his thick knob and she loved the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue. Moaning around his meat, she urged him to lie down. She released him for just a moment while he moved into position. And then she was on him again, sucking him into her hot mouth and squeezing him with her lips at the same time.
Minuet watched Francine with a pleased smile on her face. When the older woman had confessed that she had never sucked cock, Minuet knew what she must do. And how she had succeeded! Here was Francine literally devouring her husband, taking every inch of his prick into her mouth and loving every minute of it. Minuet sat back against the pillows, fingering herself slowly as she watched the delicious sight.
Even as Minuet watched, Francine freed Andrew's prick. It glittered in the lamp light, covered with her spit.
Francine pushed it back against his belly, lowered her head and began tonguing his hairy ball sac. Andrew groaned, jerked his legs even further apart and humped the air. And then he felt Francine's tongue on his asshole. God, he thought he was going to shoot from that alone and he stopped her just as she returned her mouth to his cock and began sucking again.
"Baby. I know you love sucking my dick," he whispered. "And I love it, too. But I want to fuck that sweet pussy."
Francine smiled at her husband. "That's what I want, too. Only this time, I'm going to be on top. And I'm going to ride that dick until you give me what I want."
This was another first for Andrew and Francine. She had never been one to experiment with different positions, nor had she ever talked to him this openly. It was like being with a stranger, new and exciting and completely thrilling!
As Francine talked, she moved up onto his body, straddling it easily. Minuet joined her. She stroked Francine's back and hip with one shaking hand and held Andrew's cock steady by the base with the other. God, this was incredible!
Andrew watched Francine's pussy hovering over his cockhead. He felt the heat from her body before she even touched him and it was all he could do it lie still. Then he watched as Minuet and Francine kissed deeply and his wife sank down onto him, taking every inch of his shaft into her hot body. All three of them were moaning as she began to move.
Minuet watched Francine ride up and down on her husband's dick for a few moments and then she climbed onto his face. She sighed as his tongue slithered deep into her very wet cunt and the women kissed again, rubbing their nipples together.
Francine was the first to climax. Being filled with Andrew's cock from this angle made all the difference in the world. He seemed to go deeper and touch sensitive spots she never knew existed. As she ground her clit against him, Minuet's tongue invaded her mouth so that she felt as if she was being fucked from both ends. Howling with pleasure, she did not stop moving until she was completely spent.
Minuet's climax had been building the entire time she watched Francine with her husband. Andrew's tongue on her clit pushed her closer to the edge. But it was Francine's hot, hungry kiss that sent her flying off into oblivion. She held onto the older woman's quaking body and rubbed her pussy all over Andrew's face as waves of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her breathless.
Andrew surprised himself by remaining in control even as the two women gyrated wildly on top of him.
"It's your turn," Francine said as she climbed off her husband.
Andrew's prick, covered with his wife's oils, jutted proudly toward the ceiling. Her mouth covered it briefly, followed by Minuet's lips and tongue. And then Francine was helping Minuet to mount him. He groaned as Minuet lowered herself onto him, forcing him deep into her snug pussy. Her strong muscles hugged him tightly. As the two women kissed deeply, Minuet's pussy stroked him like a thousand fingers. He stroked Minuet's hips and thighs as he watched Francine suck one of her dark, pointed nipples. God, what a sight! After that, he found it impossible to lie still and urged the sweaty woman on top of him to begin moving.
Francine stroked Minuet's back until they settled into a steady rhythm. Then she turned to Andrew and kissed his mouth. He tasted like pussy and Francine spent a few moments licking his cheeks and chin. With her back to the bouncing Minuet, she straddled his face in one easy movement. He moaned as her wet muff settled onto his lips and she moaned as his tongue slithered deep inside of her. God, she knew she would never get enough of this kind of sex!
Andrew closed his eyes and buried his face in his wife's sweet/tangy pussy. Oral sex between them had been nonexistent for so many years, he had forgotten how good she tasted. He grabbed her hips and pulled her even harder onto his face, alternating between jabbing his tongue deep and sucking hard on her clit.
"My ass," Francine gasped as she looked over her shoulder. "I need something in my ass."
Minuet slowed her movements only slightly as she carefully worked two fingers into Francine's exposed anus. As always, Andrew's dick filled her completely. All she had to do was grind her clit between them and she would be off like a rocket. This request from Francine only added to the sexy situation.
Francine grunted as Minuet's fingers slid deep into her rectum. That was exactly what she needed! She began working her body in a little circle, getting the most out of Andrew's tongue as well as the thrill of Minuet's fingers. Her orgasm built, subsided and built again, all but taking her breath away. She held onto the headboard for support, babbling incoherently.
Andrew had never seen his wife like this. He held her cheeks wide for Minuet's plunging fingers and concentrated all his attention on her throbbing clit. Within minutes, she was shuddering from head to toe, shrieking out her pleasure. And it was all he could do to swallow the flood of musky oils that gushed onto his face and into his mouth.
Minuet's orgasm was somewhat less spectacular, but satisfying nonetheless. Strangely enough, it was triggered by Francine's asshole clamping down on her fingers. With Andrew buried deep inside of her, she rubbed her clit with her free hand and grunted. For the next few minutes, she was unaware of anything except the thrills coursing through her.
Andrew was surprised at his ability to remain in control throughout all this. In fact, when the two gasping women slid off him, he felt as if he could fuck all night long. However, he wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Seeing that he was still hard, Francine took him into her mouth. He tasted like Minuet, but she didn't care. All she knew was that his thick, hard muscle throbbed against her tongue and she loved it. From his low moans and guttural grunts, he was enjoying it, too.
Minuet watched Francine for a few moments, amazed at how quickly she had learned oral techniques. Then, unable to stop herself, she joined the older woman. They took turns, one sucking hard on his dick while the other tongued his wet balls. Then they would switch.
It was difficult for Andrew to tell who was doing what with his eyes closed. All he knew was that experiencing two hot mouths on his dick for the first time was indescribable. Just when he thought he could stand it no longer, they placed their mouths together on either side of his dick and began working them up and down. First, Minuet would suck his knob and then Francine would tongue his piss slit. His thoughts about lasting all night were gone! His balls ached from being so full and his cock ached from being so hard for so long!
Minuet cupped Andrew's wet balls. She could almost feel the cum boiling inside. She sucked his tip even harder, eager for him to shoot. Then, suddenly, she knew what she wanted. Pulling her mouth off Andrew, she urged Francine onto her back. Andrew was on top of her immediately, his cock rammed to the hilt. After only two or three deep thrusts, he began to spurt. Slamming himself into her with throaty grunts, he filled his wife's pussy with his heavy load.
When it was over, Minuet took control of the situation again. She pulled his cock free, licked him clean and then turned to Francine's overflowing pussy. Licking and sucking, she made sure the older woman was clean and completely satisfied.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The day Minuet was scheduled to return to France, the entire family took her to the airport and remained with her until her flight left. Then they went their separate ways. Charlie and Francine went back to their respective stores, Andrew had a deposition scheduled for that afternoon, and Jay was on duty until later that night.
Hope was in a state of confusion. Minuet had taught her so much and they had become very, very close. She would miss her terribly. But she was happy that Minuet was going home to plan her wedding. The whole family had been invited and Hope was to be a bridesmaid.
After her last class, she went home and tried to settle down with a book. Finding it impossible to concentrate, she thought about some of her new sex toys, but they just weren't as much fun when she was alone. She longed to be with Robert, but he and a friend had gone to an away game with the basketball team. So, when the phone rang, she was very happy to hear a familiar voice on the other end.
"Since your guest is gone, I thought you might like some company," Nancy said to her friend.
Hope's pretty face broke into a smile at the sound of Nancy's voice. They had been friends forever, took classes together now, and as it so happened, both of their boyfriends were out of town. "You always know just when to call."
Nancy shrugged and studied the pictures on the box of the X-rated movie she had just rented. "Not only that, I have a movie you must see. I think you'll be surprised."
"Bring it on over. I'll pop some popcorn," Hope said with a giggle.
"Oh, we're going to need more than popcorn to get through this movie," Nancy promised and hung up.
While she waited for Nancy's arrival, Hope made popcorn, fixed tall glasses of iced tea and took them up to her room. And when Nancy arrived, they hurried straight upstairs.
"What is so wild about this movie?" Hope wanted to know.
Nancy handed it over and just stood there smiling.
The picture on the front of the box nearly took Hope's breath away. There was Minuet, legs spread wide, her wet pussy smiling at the camera. She had a sexy pout on her face that Hope had seen a hundred times. Sucking on one wet finger, she used the other to work a huge dildo in and out of her cunt. The name of the movie was A Girl and Her Toys.
"Oh, my God!" Hope breathed.
"Did you know she was a porno star?" Nancy asked as she popped the tape into the VCR. "They have more than a dozen movies about her at the store."
"She never mentioned it," Hope said. Still in shock, she plopped down on the edge of the bed.
The movie began and Nancy joined her on the bed. They watched while Minuet seduced two men at the same time and then jacked them off. She groaned as they emptied their balls all over her face, hands and breasts. But it was after they left that she had the most fun. In the next scene, Minuet was alone in her bedroom with a dildo. Hope recognized it immediately, but said nothing to her friend.
"Can you believe this?" Nancy was saying as she watched the screen intently. "She's actually sticking that thing up inside of her. And she's got something in her ass, too!"
Hope didn't have to look to see the butt plug. She had experienced the pleasure it could bring many, many times during Minuet's visit. In fact, she suddenly realized she had both hands between her legs.
Nancy noticed it at about the same time. "I know. It makes me horny, too. I wish the guys were here."
"Yeah," Hope breathed.
"Or that we had some of those toys."
"I do," Hope told her friend.
"You do!"
Still squeezing her aching cunt, Hope nodded. "Minuet bought them for me. And she showed me how to use them."
Nancy stared at her wide-eyed and speechless.
"You see, Minuet showed me that I'm bisexual. In fact, most of us are," Hope explained. "And if watching this turns you on, maybe you're bisexual, too."
Nancy pondered that for a moment. She was definitely turned on. Her panties were wet and her nipples ached to be free of the confining bra she wore. "Could ... could I see your toys?"
That was all the encouragement Hope needed. She hurried to the dresser, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out one of her favorites. It was a black double headed dildo about eighteen inches long, thick and intricately detailed. Nancy's eyes grew wide when she saw the monster, but she took it from Hope's trembling hand.
While Nancy examined the sex toy, Hope removed her clothes. When she was naked, she crawled back onto the bed beside her friend and lay down on her back. "This is my favorite, because it has so many possibilities. I can fuck myself with one end and suck the other," she said, and briefly demonstrated.
Nancy sat there staring at Hope as if she'd never seen her before. The petite blonde spread her legs wide and worked one end of the fat, rubber dong into her steamy cunt. When that was accomplished, she pumped it in and out a few times and then began sucking hungrily on the other end. A fresh flood of juices soaked right through her panties to her jeans and she squeezed her breasts, moaning softly.
"Or you can enjoy the other end at the same time," Hope suggested.
Nancy felt as if she was trapped in an X-rated movie while she fumbled with her clothing. Finally, she was naked, but she had no idea what to do next. She stood there shivering and tugging at her painfully hard nipples.
"Come back to me," Hope whispered. She remained on her back on the bed, legs spread wide, working the dildo in and out with both hands.
Nancy did as she was told.
"Now, get on top and ride," she instructed and held the free end of the toy steady.
Shaking all over, Nancy straddled her friend's body and watched while the fake cock disappeared inside of her. She gasped as she lowered her body, causing it to slide deep into her pussy. God, it felt almost real!
"That's right," Hope whispered. Once Nancy was settled on top of her, the dildo buried deep, she cupped and kneaded her friend's sweaty breasts with both hands. "When you slide down, that pushes it deeper into me. When I buck upward, that pushes it inside of you."
Even as Hope talked, she demonstrated and Nancy caught on quickly. Soon, they were working together steadily, breasts bouncing with their seductive movements. The bed squeaked with their movements, which were growing lustier by the moment. And their soft moans of pleasure grew louder as their passion increased.
"We're fucking each other," Nancy whimpered as she ground her body against Hope's. "God, it feels so good!"
Hope reached down between them and found Nancy's clit. It was huge and slippery wet, but she captured it between her fingers and pinched it lightly. Nancy jumped, gasped and worked her body even faster. Groaning, Hope felt the beginnings of her orgasm inching closer.
The movie starring Minuet played on behind them. Hope could hear her cries of release over the buzzing of a vibrator coming through the speakers. It made her feel as if Minuet was right there in the room with them.
"Oh! Uh!" Nancy grunted and stiffened as her climax overtook her completely.
That triggered Hope's thundering orgasm. For the next few moments, the young, gyrating, sweaty women could do nothing but hump their way through the ultimate pleasure.
When they caught their breath, they lay side by side on the bed. The double-headed dildo was now sticking out of Nancy's freshly fucked pussy, slimy with the combination of their oils. She made no move to take it and Hope found herself stroking it as if it were a real dick.
Meanwhile, the movie played on. Minuet was no longer alone. She was with a pretty, red-haired woman, who appeared to have freckles all over her body. At that moment, all they could see was her backside because she was on all fours, begging Minuet to fuck her.
"How can she...." Nancy began.
Hope interrupted her. "You'll see."
As they watched the sexy scene, the camera moved in for a close-up of her swollen lips framed by fiery red hairs. A fat dickhead was pressed against the leaking cunt and then pushed inside slowly. The camera moved back, taking in a pair of hands which squeezed and kneaded the redhead's ass. And then it showed Minuet on her knees behind the woman.
"She has a dick!" Nancy gasped.
Hope had been licking Nancy's tasty oils off the dildo while watching the whole thing. She knew Minuet was wearing the strap-on dildo. That was really her personal favorite. She hoped Nancy would enjoy it, too.
"It's called a strap-on dildo," Hope explained between long licks, which brought her closer and closer to Nancy's clit.
"Do you have one?"
Hope nodded. Before scrambling off the bed to retrieve it, she pulled the double-headed dong out of Nancy's pussy and licked her friend's slit.
Nancy gasped at the touch of Hope's tongue. She never knew another woman's mouth could feel so good. Closing her eyes, she spread her legs even further apart and prayed Hope would continue.
Tasting Nancy for the first time sent Hope's passion sky-rocketing again. She licked and slurped and sucked until her pussy was clean and then she drove her tongue deep, searching for more. At the same time, she worked the dildo into her own cunt and fucked herself slowly while savoring Nancy's sweet pussy.
"Oh, eat me! Eat me!" Nancy squealed. Her orgasm hit suddenly, hard and fast. She struggled to breathe as she held Hope's bobbing head against her body with shaking hands. As her body bucked completely out of control, she was vaguely aware that Hope was cumming, too.
They rested briefly and watched some more of the movie. Minuet was still wearing the strap-on dildo, but she was no longer alone with the redhead. A man had joined them. He was behind Minuet, sliding his cock deep into her ass while she continued to fuck the redhead with the dildo.
"I never dreamed people did things like this," Nancy said as she sat up and stared at the screen.
Hope was across the room, buckling her dildo into place. She glanced at herself in the mirror and smiled. It looked as if she had suddenly sprouted a prick. Long and thick, it bobbed obscenely around in front of her with her every movement. The straps running up her crack tickled her asshole just enough to excite her. She turned and watched the expression on Nancy's face.
When Nancy saw Hope wearing the strap-on dildo, she could not believe her eyes. It looked so real, so exciting. She crawled to the edge of the bed, drooling from both ends.
"Suck my dick, baby!" Hope growled. Then she stepped forward and thrust her cock into Nancy's face.
Nancy captured the rubber dick in both hands and drew it toward her mouth. Sticking out her tongue, she covered the round knob with spit and then began licking the shaft.
Hope groaned and trembled as she watched her friend lick and suck her cock. God, it felt just as if she really did have a prick. She could almost feel the hot wet tongue. And when Nancy formed a tight ring with her lips and forced them down onto the toy, Hope was sure it didn't get much better than this. She even placed a hand on Nancy's head and fucked her mouth gently.
"Oh, God," Nancy breathed after releasing the dildo. She smeared her spit into the shaft with her fingers. The pleading eyes that met Hope's were glazed with lust. "I gotta have this in my pussy. Please fuck me." With that, Nancy rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, offering herself to Hope freely.
"Tell me where you want it," Hope instructed as she crawled onto the bed between Nancy's legs.
"I told you," Nancy moaned. "In my pussy."
"What about your ass?" Hope persisted as she guided the head of the dildo to Nancy's exposed anus. "Think you could take it in your ass?"
Nancy looked down between her legs. The spit covered knob felt good against her asshole, but it was her pussy that clamored for attention. "No! I don't know. Just make me cum, please!" she begged, reaching for the dildo with both hands.
Hope allowed Nancy to move the dildo to her pussy. She thrust her hips forward slightly. The knob and about half of the shaft disappeared inside the delicate pink folds.
"Oh!" Nancy gasped. She wanted more, had never been so turned on in her life.
Again, Hope lunged and sank the remainder of the long shaft into her friend's hungry pussy. Looking down, she could see juices boiling out of Nancy, up around the fake cock. The scent of their heat filled her head and her own oils oozed down her thighs.
At the same time, Nancy longed to hold back, eager to make this last. "Fuck me slowly," she whispered. Running her hands down Hope's back, she squeezed her firm ass and wiggled even closer. "1 want this to last."
Hope was feeling about the same way. She withdrew until only the head remained between Nancy's pulsing lips. Then she inched the dildo in deep again. This continued until Nancy began moving with her, lifting her hips off the bed, reaching for the fake dick. Soon, they were moving together rhythmically. Their bucking increased in speed and depth as their passion increased. Nancy met her stroke for stroke, taking every inch Hope gave her and reaching for more. Both women gasped and sweated, their bodies struggling for release.
Finally, it happened. Nancy wrapped her arms and legs around Hope's humping body and groaned in release. Hope's clit was getting a good rub from the base of the dildo and her orgasm hit almost immediately afterwards. For a few moments, the two women clung to each other, thrashing about wildly, jerking out of control until they were spent.
Before she caught her breath, Nancy changed positions. Still shaking from her previous orgasm, she wanted more and more. Almost crazed with lust, she moved to her knees on the bed and thrust her ass high into the air. "Take me from behind," she moaned. At the same time, she reached for the double-headed dildo and sucked the closest end into her mouth. It tasted like pussy and she moaned again as she sucked it deep.
Hope could not believe the change in her friend. Nancy was like a tigress, ready for almost anything. She took her from behind as requested, but maneuvered her until they were both facing the TV screen. Now someone else was wearing the strap on dildo and Minuet was taking it deep into her ass. As Hope fucked Nancy, she shuddered, remembering how much Minuet loved that, how often they had shared that same experience.
"Rub my clit," Nancy moaned.
Fucking her faster, Hope did as she asked and soon Nancy was bucking wildly, climaxing yet again. This one seemed to go on forever.
Hope had other things on her mind, though. "Nancy, will you fuck me?" she asked when the fake cock was finally released from Nancy's hungry pussy.
Nancy nodded and Hope helped her strap the toy into place. "Only after you suck my dick," she growled.
Hope was more than willing to oblige. Her pussy was on fire, literally pouring out lubrication, but that wasn't where she wanted the dildo. "In my ass," she whispered as she moved to her knees on the bed. "Stick it in my ass."
Nancy smiled as she came face to face with Hope's drooling pussy and her winking asshole. "First, I think you need a spanking."
"Yes!" Hope hissed. "Oh, God, yes!"
She shuddered from the time Nancy began spanking her until she felt the dildo being shoved into her asshole. Maybe she wasn't going to miss Minuet so much after all!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Jay left the hospital that evening, he headed straight for Charlie's studio. The two brothers had cooked up a plan which would enable them to live out their threesome fantasies even though Minuet was gone. Just thinking about it had Jay hard and ready for action by the time he quietly unlocked the front door of the studio.
The outer office was dark and empty, but he knew that the door to Charlie's office/studio would be unlocked. In fact, he realized that it was partially open as he approached. He paused just outside the door and listened. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning in ecstasy. Charlie had promised him Raven would be more than ready by the time he arrived.
Taking a chance, Jay pushed the door open a bit wider and peeped inside. There was Raven, completely naked and as beautiful as ever. The black patch of hair between her legs matched the shiny black hair on her head. Right at that moment, they were both a tangled mess. She was on her knees in front of Charlie, her mouth sliding up and down his fat cock. With every inch she swallowed, her moans grew louder.
"That's perfect," Charlie whispered as he stroked her hair. "God, you suck me so good."
Freeing him, she licked his shiny red knob and poked into his piss slit. "As good as that French girl?" she asked.
Charlie nodded and gazed down at her pretty wet lips and flashing tongue. His breath caught in his throat as she pushed his cock back out of the way and bathed his balls in warm spit.
As Jay watched the couple, his prick began to throb. He gave it a hard squeeze and forced himself to wait until just the right moment to join them.
"I gotta have that dick," Raven said as she eased back onto the floor at Charlie's feet. Spreading her legs wide, she thrust her lewdly splayed, very wet pussy at him. "Please, Charlie."
He was on his knees immediately. His mouth found one of her nipples and then he licked his way downward, finally burying his tongue in her twat. He could barely hear her groans over the pounding of his heart. If Jay didn't get there soon, he was going to miss the whole thing.
Watching his brother lick Raven's slit and hearing her throaty groans made Jay that much harder. Standing there in the darkness, he felt the front of his shorts grow wet with pre-cum as he watched her rub her pussy all over Charlie's face. He had never shot off in his pants before, but if something didn't happen soon....
Charlie inserted two fingers into her pulsing pussy and licked her clit. "Which do you want more, my cock or my tongue?"
"Oh, God!" Raven moaned. "Both. Damn, I want you in my mouth, too."
"If I had more than one dick," Charlie teased and then sucked her clit hard.
"Right now I'm so hot, I think I could handle three dicks," Raven grunted as she pinched her nipples hard.
"I can help," Jay said as he stepped into the room.
Charlie kept right on fingering her cunt, but he worked his tongue in a circle around her clit, teasing it. He didn't have to look to know that Raven's eyes were glazed with lust.
She bucked uncontrollably on the floor and made an agonized sound of pleasure. "Please," she moaned, reaching for the second man with both hands.
Jay stripped off his clothes, tossing them aside as he approached the couple on the floor. He knelt over Raven's face, holding his breath as she wrapped her hands around his shaft. She placed wet sucking kisses on his knob and then licked him briefly before letting him slide into her cunt-like mouth.
"Oh, yeah," Jay gasped as he fucked her face gently. What a thrill it was to watch his spit-slick meat stretch her pretty lips wide as it slid in and out easily. And even more thrilling was that busy tongue, which seemed to be everywhere at once. Her hands were not idle either. She cupped his swinging balls and stroked his inner thighs.
At the same time, Charlie had wormed his tongue deep into her cunt. He pinched her clit rhythmically with the fingers of one hand while squeezing her bouncing ass rhythmically with the other. His mouth made thick, wet sounds on her pussy while sucking sounds came from above, where she was sucking his brother's prick.
Raven's orgasm hit hard and fast, surprising her. She had seen Jay in the office several times and often fantasized about being with the two brothers at the same time. His cock was longer than Charlie's, but not as thick, and his pre-cum was rich and sweet. Just as she settled down to some serious sucking, eager to taste his load, Charlie jabbed two fingers into her asshole. That sent her right over the edge into oblivion!
When she returned to reality, Jay had pulled out of her mouth. He had pulled her breasts together with both hands and was sucking her nipples.
Charlie was sitting beside them, grinning at her. His face was shiny wet and covered with curly cunt hairs. His cock jutted out from its nest of dark curls, looking as if it was ready to explode. "Where do you want us next?"
Jay's hot tongue flickering across her sensitive nipples made it hard to think. She caught Charlie's cock in her free hand as if to ground herself. Even as she tried to imagine what she wanted next, a gusher of oils oozed from her pussy and slid down her crack to the floor.
"Let's see how good Jay's tongue feels in my pussy," she finally gasped.
The young doctor didn't have to be asked twice. He left a trail of hot, wet kisses down her body to her overflowing pussy and spread her lips wide with his fingers. Her clit was throbbing as he circled it with his tongue. When that brought low grunts from the young woman, he slid his thick, oral muscle lower and made ever widening circles just inside the mouth of her pussy. God, she tasted wonderful and her heady scent almost made him dizzy!
When Raven lay back, Charlie took his place over her face. He guided his thick, drooling tool back and forth across her lips, sighing as she used the tip of her tongue on his nerve bundle. After only a few seconds of teasing, he allowed her to suck him inside.
To keep his mind off the hot mouth enveloping him and the skillful tongue, he watched Jay's tongue action. Still holding her wide with his fingers, Jay curled his tongue into a point and worked it up and down her slit. He teased her anus, probed her cunt and tickled her clit until she was gyrating wildly on the floor. At the same time, she sucked Charlie deeper and deeper, allowing him to bump the back of her throat.
Raven's second orgasm of the evening built quickly inside of her. It swelled like a balloon with every movement of Jay's tongue. She could actually feel her clit growing larger and stiffer and her pussy grabbed his tongue hungrily when it was offered. Charlie's cock throbbing between her lips added to the incredible excitement crashing over her. The familiar taste of his sweet pre-cum coated her tongue and oozed down her throat. She longed to have her mouth full of his cream and sucked hard on his schlong. At the same time, she wanted to feel someone squirting in her pussy. Before she could think much further, though, she was climaxing again, humping Jay's hot tongue and moaning around the thick cock that filled her mouth.
Jay sensed Raven's impending orgasm and used his mouth and fingers to make sure she enjoyed it to the fullest. Even as she shuddered and bucked, he continued to suck her, swallowing every ounce of her offerings while squeezing her ass with both hands.
The two men allowed Raven to catch her breath before choosing a different position. Having just tasted her pussy, Jay wanted nothing more than to fuck it. And Charlie had been dreaming about enjoying her ass for months.
Raven felt herself being maneuvered on top of Jay.
She pressed her nipples into his chest and kissed his pussy-coated mouth as, together, they guided his prick to her open pussy. His fat knob stretched her wide and she lowered her body slowly, savoring the thrill of this first, deep penetration. Both of them moaned as they kissed deeply, hearts pounding together.
Crouching behind Raven, Charlie watched Jay's cock stretch her wide. Her juices bubbled out, sliding down his cock and onto his balls. It was difficult for Charlie to keep his hands off her beautiful round ass, slick with sweat and looking as if it was just asking to be fucked.
Jay closed his eyes as Raven began moving. She slid slowly up and down a few times and then her body seemed to catch fire. Groaning loudly, she speeded up her motions and ground her body against his with a wicked twist of her hips. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together thrilled him, as did the tight tunnel of flesh that encased his cock. He bucked upward to meet her, feeling the cum rise from his balls.
The more Charlie thought about it, the more he knew Raven needed him in her ass. He finally did touch her, squeezing her hips together and then pushing them wide apart. She seemed to like that, leaning forward and giving him free access to her behind.
"You want me in your ass, Raven?" he gasped as he tickled her butthole.
A dozen different emotions rushed through Raven all at the same time. Jay felt so good in her pussy, but she'd never had a man in her ass before. And she had never fucked two men at the same time. Then her body took over, making the decision for her. "Yes," Raven whispered. "God, yes, I need you in my ass." Her pussy pulsed at the thought and more lubrication oozed out of her.
From his experience with Minuet, Jay knew to lie still. He kissed Raven's mouth and stroked her trembling body. God, she was tight, and having Charlie in her ass was going to make her even tighter! "Relax," he told her. "Relax and let it happen."
Charlie sensed that this was Raven's first time. He leaned forward and placed his face between her cheeks. He -rimmed her asshole for a few moments, listening to her gasp and moan. His wet fingertips came next, making a small circle just inside of her tiny opening. He inched them deeper, wiggling them at the same time. And all the while, he kissed her cheeks.
Raven closed her eyes and allowed herself to relax against Jay. He had a hand between them, rubbing her clit, and every once in a while, he would thrust upward into her overflowing pussy. Their ragged breathing filled the room and with every step Charlie took toward fucking her ass, she gasped with pleasure.
At last, she felt the spongy knob of his cock against her butthole. It seemed much bigger than she remembered, but if it felt as good as his tongue and fingers had, she knew she would not regret this decision.
Jay continued to whisper to the trembling young woman on top of him. Her nipples burned hot holes in his chest and her groans of pleasure were music to his ears. Every time Charlie added more to her rectum, her pussy squeezed him that much harder. His hands moved to her ass, holding her cheeks wide for his brother.
Charlie was shaking all over as he worked his cockhead in a circle against Raven's puckered hole. He pushed and nothing happened. He pushed again and still nothing. Then, suddenly, she lunged backward and the end of his cock disappeared inside of her. God, she was light and he could not suppress the guttural sound of pleasure that came from his lips.
Raven had never experienced such sweet agony in her life. It almost blinded her and seemed to seep into every part of her body. Yet, instinctively, she knew intense pleasure would follow soon. She held her breath and waited as Charlie and Jay seemed to be doing. Finally, she began moving. Slowly rocking her body back and forth between the two men, she took Jay deep into her pussy. Then she forced Charlie's cock an inch or so deeper into her rectum.
Charlie allowed Raven to set the pace. As he watched her beautiful body writhing between them, covered with sweat, it was all he could do to keep himself under control. He tried not to think of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper into her tight asshole. He let his thoughts stray and the one thing that came to mind was Minuet. If she had been there, she would have been taking pictures!
"Raven," Jay whispered. "Raven, I'm going to cum soon." He really wanted to last, but found it impossible. Her body was so hot and tight and the way she kept squeezing his prick with her pussy was driving him wild.
"No," Raven grunted as she ground her clit against him. "I want you to cum on me."
Knowing she would have to do something soon. Raven worked her body back and forth faster and faster. Charlie was stuffed completely in her ass by this time and she felt his balls slapping her pussy. At the same time, Jay's cock was stretched deep into her cunt, throbbing steadily. And then, suddenly, she was climaxing, her cries of release filling the room while the men held onto her as best they could and tried to think of anything except the young woman's body sucking on their cocks.
When Raven caught her breath, Charlie had pulled out of her asshole and was pumping himself slowly. She scrambled off of Jay and grabbed his prick with one hand. Charlie's cock practically leaped into her other hand. Aiming them at her jiggling breasts, she worked the skin back and forth on their cocks rhythmically.
"I want you to cum on me," she panted, sliding her hands faster and faster. "Spray me with your hot stuff."
Charlie watched her hand fly up and down his pole. It looked like a white blur. Her fingers knew just when to squeeze and just when to pull, and he felt the cum rising into his shaft. A huge globe of pre-cum appeared on the head and her breast, brushing against it, wiped it off. He gasped as his cockhead swelled and turned a deep, angry red color. He was going to explode any minute.
Jay lay on his back, his prick all but touching one of Raven's erect nipples. She knew how to handle him, concentrating her stroking action near the tip of his rod. He groaned and bucked upward into her flying fist.
"Shoot for me," Raven chanted over and over. "Cover me with your cum!"
The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room. Charlie was the first to blow. He gave one throaty cry, rose to his knees and it felt as if the end of his cock blew off as he sprayed his hot seed all over Raven's chest.
Jay's first thick, white stream hit Raven's nipple. The second splashed against the underside of her breast, and the ones that followed showered the rest of her lower body with clots of white goo. He humped her hand even after he had stopped squirting, eager to drain every ounce of pleasure from the moment.
Gasping, shuddering, Raven used their cockheads to smear their hefty loads into her skin. Then she released them and massaged the pearly white fluid into her burning flesh with her fingers, licking them clean afterwards.
"Did Minuet teach you guys to double team like that?" she asked as the three of them rested.
Jay and Charlie exchanged glances and nodded.
"Well, she may have given you your first lesson, but I'm here to make sure you get enough practice," Raven promised, then leaned over and kissed each of their shrinking pricks.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Across town, Andrew and Francine were resting up for round two. They had spent the past thirty minutes in a comfortable sixty-nine position with Francine on top.
Andrew knew he would never get enough of sucking her pussy and he hoped she never got enough of his cock. It didn't appear she would! Even after swallowing his load, she sucked and pumped him until she was sure she had every drop of his sweet cum. And even as they rested, she licked his shriveled shaft absently.
"I can't believe how much fun this is," Francine whispered as she licked her way up her husband's sweaty body. She ran her nose through his curly chest hairs and circled each of his nipples with her tongue. Finally, her mouth met his and they kissed deeply. She moaned at the taste of herself and cupped his balls lovingly.
"How can we ever thank Minuet?" he asked as he brought one of her nipples to his mouth.
"I think she received thanks enough that last afternoon when the three of us were together. At least, that's what she told me," Francine said. Her last words came out as a gasp, because Andrew had moved his mouth to her other nipple and was sucking hard.
"I'm glad. She really is a sweet young woman," Andrew whispered. His thoughts were torn between that first night with Minuet and the way his wife's mouth had felt on his prick just moments before. To his surprise, he felt it twitch when he remembered how he had fucked her ass.
As if she read his mind, Francine said, "You know, Andrew, there's something we haven't experimented with yet."
"Oh, yeah," he said, licking his way up her neck to kiss her mouth again.
"I haven't had you in my ass."
"Is that where you want me next?" he asked, hoping she would say yes.
Francine nodded. "We'll have to go slow."
"I can do that," he promised his wife. "Let's go get in the shower and rinse off first."
They stood under the warm water, allowing it to caress their bodies. Francine used the soap to gently wash Andrew's cock and balls and then he lathered up her big breasts. The nipples poked through the lather looking like strawberries. Her bush was white with soap when he finished and then he removed the shower head and rinsed her clean.
"Don't stop," she gasped. Parting her lips with her fingers, she allowed the stinging spray to land directly on her clit and sensitive inner lips.
Andrew could see them swelling through the steam as she humped the water slowly. "Turn around," he urged.
On shaking legs, Francine turned around and held her cheeks apart with both hands. The stream of water hit her again, this time tickling her virgin anus and then sliding down onto her tender, swollen pussy lips. Bending over as far as she could, she shivered with delight.
"Do you like that?" Andrew asked, his voice shaking at the sight of his wife exposing herself to him like that. The thought of what she was about to allow him to do nearly drove him wild!
"Oh, yes," she answered truthfully, and spread her legs further apart.
"How about this?" he asked as he directed the spray lower onto her pussy. The tip of his tongue circled her puckered opening several times.
Francine shivered and gasped again.
He continued rimming her, dipping his tongue into her tiny, wet hole from time to time. Each time, he inched it in a bit deeper, and all the while, he kept the stinging spray of water on her exposed clit below.
"Andrew, that feels so good. Stick it all the way in," Francine moaned, squatting slightly against his face.
Andrew did as she asked. Curling his tongue into a point, he pushed it much deeper than before. Her rectum was hot inside and actually clamped down on it much as her pussy had earlier.
"Oh, God!" Francine moaned, her voice echoing against the tiled walls of the bathroom. "Use your fingers."
When Andrew pulled his tongue free, her anus winked at him. Eager to let her set the pace for this first time, he ran his hand up her inner thigh until his fingertips touched her pussy lips. He inched them in between and found that she was as wet inside as out. Her oils coated his fingers immediately. He worked them up her crack to her winking asshole and pressed the tip of one against the opening.
"Do it," Francine whimpered, looking back over her shoulder. "Stick it in."
Andrew gently pushed one finger inside of her up to the first knuckle. She groaned and after a few moments she began reaching for more. He gave her another inch and another and soon, his entire finger was buried in her rectum.
"Give me two," she cried, her moans growing steadily louder.
Her rectum released his finger reluctantly. He again used the natural lubrication from her pussy to make them slick and then placed two fingertips against her opening. Pushing them inside slowly, he gave her plenty of time to react.
"So, fucking good," Francine whimpered, and began reaching for his fingers right away. She was still holding her ass cheeks wide, but now one hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit steadily.
Andrew moved his fingers faster, sinking them deeper until these two had completely disappeared. Her rectum clamped down on them, squeezing and stroking. Suddenly, he realized he was hard again and gave his cock a squeeze.
"Let's go back into the bedroom," Francine said to her husband in a breathy voice. "I want to make sure I'm really ready."
She whimpered when he removed his fingers and they dried hurriedly and headed for the bedroom. Francine went to the dresser, opened the top drawer and when she turned to face him, she was holding a bumpy, flesh-colored vibrator.
"I've been practicing a little with this," she confessed as she handed it to him. "If you use it first, your dick won't hurt nearly as bad."
Andrew watched his wife bend over the edge of the bed, burying her face in the pillows. There was her puckered asshole exposed for him again, as well as her drooling pussy, swollen lips and erect clit. "Did Minuet teach you that?" he asked as he licked her butthole again.
Francine shivered at the touch of his hot tongue on her most private part. "I'll never tell."
As Andrew continued to lick her and poke his tongue inside, he worked the relatively small vibrator into her bubbling pussy. Flicking the switch on the bottom, it hummed to life, making her groan. He slid it in and out a few times and then pulled it free, checking to make sure it was well-oiled. Francine's pussy sucked noisily on the tip of the buzzing sex toy and her asshole winked at him again.
"You about ready for this?" Andrew asked, even though he already knew the answer. His wife was rocking back and forth steadily, babbling fuck words into the pillows.
Francine had never been hotter in her life. She wanted to experience everything with Andrew, everything! And this was only the beginning. "Yes, get my ass ready for your fat cock."
The vibrator was so slippery, Andrew could barely hold onto the end. He pressed the smooth tip against her tiny hole, worked it in a circle as he had done with his fingers earlier. This time when he pushed, it slid inside easily. Francine groaned loudly and Andrew stopped, giving her time to adjust to this new intruder. When she had calmed down somewhat, he withdrew it slightly and pressed it forward again. The humming turned to a low rumble deep in her body as the vibrator stretched her wide.
"Does it feel good?" Andrew breathed as he worked a finger into her pussy at the same time.
"Yes!" she squealed. "God, yes! Fuck my ass!"
Andrew's cock jerked to an even greater erection as he began working the vibrator in and out of his wife's asshole. She moaned, reached for more and soon, she was taking every inch of it smoothly and easily. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers and squeezed. More juices bubbled up and out.
Andrew knew it was time!
Standing up behind his wife, he pulled the vibrator free. This left her grunting, pushing backwards in frustration as she searched for something to fill her butt.
"Don't stop," Francine moaned. "Don't stop. I need to cum!"
"Oh, I'm not going to stop, baby," he promised as he aimed his cockhead at her opening. "We're just getting started."
"That's what I want!" Francine moaned when she felt his knob against her anus. "I want your hot cock inside of me. I want to feel you squirt into my asshole."
Andrew could not believe the change in his life. Several weeks ago, he couldn't get her to say pussy. Now, she was begging him to cum in her ass! Francine was right about one thing. This foreign exchange program really had been good for them.
She was grunting, gasping and moaning all at the same time. Andrew bit his lip and spread her tiny hole as wide as possible with one hand. He pushed his knob against her with the other. He kept steady pressure against her for a few moments, but it was Francine who made the final move. With a low grunt, she thrust her body backward, forcing the head and first few inches of his prick into her rectum.
Both of them howled with a mixture of pleasure and surprise!
All was quiet except their ragged breathing as they gave Francine's body a chance to adjust. Finally, Andrew began a gentle in and out thrusting that sent him deeper with every stroke. Francine began moving with him, her moans growing louder by the moment. Finally, he was buried to the hilt, his balls slapping the back of her thighs rhythmically.
"Stick the vibrator in my pussy," Francine told him. "I'm going to cum!"
It was all Andrew could do to get the plastic dick in place, but when he did, Francine's pussy sucked it inside. In fact, she was the one who took charge of that and began working it in and out of her cunt wildly. Giving in to his instinctive urges, Andrew drove himself deep into her bowels with thrusts hard enough to make both of them grunt.
Andrew lost control in a matter of seconds. His dick swelled to gigantic proportions, jerked and then began firing long, hot streams of spunk into Francine's bowels.
The first hot spurt triggered Francine's climax. Her groans of release filled the room and mingled with identical ones coming from Andrew. Her body bucked and twisted and clamped down hard on his spurting dick, as if it would never let go.
The couple remained joined even after they collapsed together on the bed. Both of them dozed and when Francine awoke, Andrew's shriveled cock had slipped out of her butthole. She felt his fluids dripping out of her and reached between her legs to scoop them up with her fingers.
"Did you like that as much as you thought you would?" he asked, softly kissing her bare shoulder. It tasted slightly salty.
"Oh, yes," she said, turning in his arms.
"We're going to have to send Minuet a thank you card," he mused.
"Uh-huh," Francine agreed, snuggling against his broad chest. "I can't wait to meet the rest of her family," Francine told him. "I hear she has several older sisters and a sexy, young brother."
Andrew smiled. If the rest of the family was like Minuet, their trip to France was going to be very, very special indeed!
