In April, in Paris

by Candy

© 2010

My parents were very sweet this past summer.  They paid for a wonderful European vacation for me, and my best friend Chelsea was able to come along.  Since we’re both fourteen, our parents got together and helped pay the way for my Uncle Ken to chaperone us.

Ken was my mom’s little brother and wasn’t that much older than we were, but everyone considered him a responsible adult, and why would I dispute that?  After all, Chelsea and I thought he was absolutely gorgeous.  We knew we’d have to get Ken to loosen up a bit.  He tended to be too serious sometimes, and that was probably why our moms and dads trusted him with two nubile, budding teens.

Besides taking us everywhere we wanted to go, Ken never went out alone.  No dates, and therefore no women, left him as horny as we certainly were.  Supervision of two sexy teen girls could do that to any man.  Plus we teased him mercilessly.

At a café in Athens, Chelsea asked him, “Uncle Ken, (we both called him that) is it true that Greek girls really like anal sex?”

After he stopped choking on his food, he said, “Not so loud!”  He gulped some water, then whispered, “What do you know about anal sex anyway?”

Chelsea winked at him but said nothing.  He turned to look at me, as if I would somehow react like he did.  Instead, I winked too, and silently mouthed “anal.”

He shook his head, flustered for sure.  We knew we put that image into his head.

Later that night in bed, Chelsea and I talked about what it would be like to have a group thing with Ken.  We were both technically virgins but we’d fooled around with boys and masturbated regularly.  “Did you ask him about anal because that’s what you want?” I asked her.

“Naw, that would probably hurt, don’t you think?”

I agreed.

The next day we took a train to Austria.  While we were in the dining car, I asked Ken if he’d ever been with two girls at the same time.

“I’m with two girls now, aren’t I?”

“I mean, like sex.”

More choking.  “Please, girls, don’t ask things like that, especially where someone could hear you.”

“Why?  Most of these people imagine you’re screwing us already,” Chelsea said.

Ken was beside himself, not sure of what to say or how to react.  He looked at me and said, “C’mon, April, you two can’t be serious.  I mean, you’re only fourteen.”

“So, what does our age have to do with anything?  It’s not like Chelsea and me don’t know about sex.”

He shook his head and tried to concentrate on eating, and not on us.  While we ate, Chelsea and I would exaggerate putting the food between our lips and like sucking on it for a few seconds.  Ken actually blushed so we knew we were getting to him.  He couldn’t help but look at us.

Vienna was wonderful.  Ken took us to some fantastic places.  We visited museums, and palaces and opera houses, all in fabulous buildings.  I couldn’t imagine ever enjoying an opera, but it was so beautiful, even if I didn’t understand what they were singing.

The night before we left for Paris, Chelsea asked me if I thought Ken would eventually fall for us.

“You mean screw us?  Of course he will.  He’s so horny by now I bet he jerks off every time he’s alone, thinking of us.”

She giggled.  “Do you think he’s like, really hung?”

“If that part of his anatomy is as hunky as the rest, I’m sure of it,” I said, and we both giggled.

“I can picture him.  He’s thinking of me as he rubs his big, stiff cock, right now in his bed,” Chelsea said, her hand inside her panties.  She moaned, “I bet he shoots a lot of cum.”  Her hand worked furiously.

I said, “Only when he thinks of me,” and laughed, but she was too far into her masturbation to respond to my tease.

With closed eyes and halting breath, she reached her climax as she whimpered like a baby.  Except for my own of course, this was the first time I ever saw—or heard—another girl cum.  When I played with myself, I never made any noise, so hearing Chelsea orgasm sent shivers up and down my spine.  This feeling made the thought of a threesome with Ken and Chelsea that much more enticing.   It was my turn to masturbate.

Paris was beyond words!

Ken took us to all the sights:  The Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and the Champs- Élysées.  We strolled through what was called Les Halles, with all its shops.  We went to a street called L’Avenue Montaigne but there was no way we could afford anything in those shops.  Ken explained we were on the Right Bank of the Seine (“Rive Droite”).  Chelsea and I tried to pronounce all the French words on signs, however we sounded so silly to ourselves we wondered what we sounded like to the Parisians.

We cabbed over to the other side of the river (“Rive Gauche” Ken called it) and visited some neat shops that were nowhere near as expensive as those on the Avenue Montaigne were.  Chelsea and I discovered a little boutique that had so many fabulous clothes.  I tried on a summer dress that was so thin it was almost sheer.  The fabric felt so good against my skin; and since it was also very short I felt tremendously sexy wearing it, knowing my legs (which Ken called “coltish”) would really stand out.

Chelsea took one look at me in it, and said, “I simply HAVE to get one like it!”  Mine was ivory, hers was pastel green.  We checked each other out in the dressing room and liked what we saw.  After we paid for them, we asked the clerk if we could change into our new dresses and wear them out of the store.  She finally understood what we wanted and let us use the dressing room again to put them back on.

I said to Chelsea while I was changing, “No bras would be a good idea, right?”

“No panties either,” she said and we both laughed.

With our bras and panties stuffed into our purses and therefore nothing on underneath, the clingy, nearly see-through dresses left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Ken flipped when he saw us.  “C’mon, you can’t walk around like that.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“You’re practically naked.”

“Of course not,” Chelsea said.  “We’re all covered up.”  We may have been covered up, but our little titties and stiff nipples challenged that notion, as well as the fabric.

As we walked from shop to shop, Chelsea and I flounced around, gyrating our hips and occasionally giving Ken a look at our asses when our short dresses lifted a bit.  Other men noticed too, with quite a few whistling at us as we passed.

One man winked at Ken and said in broken English, “You lucky man, non?”

 When no one was around us, Ken leaned in toward me and whispered, “You girls better be careful.  You might get what you’re asking for.”

My response was to grab him and kiss him right there on the street.  When we separated, I said, “That’s what we want, Ken.”

He couldn’t get us back to the hotel fast enough.  Chelsea was breathless with excitement, although I imagined she was nervous, as I was.  I kept wondering how it was going to feel.  Would my first time be special?  How would Chelsea react?  I knew in my heart it was right; Ken was a special guy and we had teased him terribly, yet what would happen when we got back to the hotel would be the experience of a lifetime, I was sure of it. 

He led us straight to his room.  After walking inside, he picked us both up, one over each shoulder, and carried us to the king bed.

“You girls asked for it,” he said.  Since we had no panties on it was a simple move to go down on us as soon as we lay on the bed.  He chose me first.  Ken’s tongue probed and licked, toying with my clit.  I loved it!  I couldn’t see, but based on Chelsea’s sounds, he must have been fingering her while he was licking me.  I glanced over at Chelsea to see she had her eyes closed and her mouth open.  Ken switched tongue and finger, now eating her and fingering me.  His finger knew just where to go.  Both of us girls were moaning loudly.  Ken stopped to pull his shirt off.  That was our cue to help him with the rest of his clothes.  When we got his pants off, we saw he was as beautiful down there as he was everywhere else.  His cock was hard and getting harder, now that it’d been freed.

Chelsea really grew excited, and declared to Ken, “I’m gonna suck you good.”

He chuckled.  “Go right ahead, young lady.”  He was on the bed on his knees when Chelsea began fellatio (yes, I know that word.) While she sucked, he pulled me to my knees and then hiked my sweat-soaked dress over my head and off.  He whispered, “God, April, you have the nicest nipples,” and bent down to suck on one.  It felt so wonderful! 

He moaned some, so I imagined Chelsea’s effort was paying off.  He whispered at my ear, “I want you first.  I’ve always wanted you, April sweetheart.”

I couldn’t believe what I just heard my uncle say!  Wanting me?  Has he been lusting for me all along?  I panted, “Yes!  Oh yes, Uncle Ken, I’m ready—”

He gently moved Chelsea away from his cock, bent down, and kissed her.  He then whispered something to her that I didn’t hear, though I knew he was telling her I was first.  He laid me on my back and got between my legs, which spread wide for him almost of their own hungry volition.  He looked into my eyes and said, “I better wear a condom.”

I hadn’t thought about that, but then again, it was difficult to think straight with a sexy man—and a nice, hard cock—hovering over me, ready to take my virginity.  Ken asked Chelsea to get him one, pointing toward a dresser drawer.  She got two, and smiled at him as she handed him the foil packets.

“Here’s two to start with, big boy,” she said, and winked.  As he rolled one of them on, Ken maintained eye contact with me, so he didn’t see Chelsea pulling off her dress and joining us on the bed. 

Before getting between my legs again, he felt my pussy.  I knew why; yes, I was wet for him.  On his knees, Ken propped my ass up on his thighs a bit, with my legs up and resting on his shoulders.  I could barely breathe looking up at him, so I couldn’t answer any more than with a nod when he asked, “Are you ready, April baby?  It’s what you wanted, right?”

He placed the end of his cock at my opening and pushed it in a little ways.  It felt weird but didn’t hurt until he pushed it in further.

He saw me flinch, and said, “Don’t worry, hon, I’ll go slow so it won’t hurt, trust me.”

I trusted him.  It did hurt for a moment until he was further into me.  While he slowly moved his hips to make his cock go in and out of me, he used his thumb to rub my clit and this made any hurt go away really fast.

I pulled my eyes away from the amazing spectacle of Uncle Ken between my legs, making love to me as I’d always dreamed, and glanced over at Chelsea.  She was agog, watching us, probably wondering what it would feel like when it was her turn.  I smiled at her and she smiled back, before breaking eye contact and focusing once more on the action between my thighs.

Ken was pushing faster, really sliding in and out all the way now.  The feeling was overwhelming.  He didn’t need his thumb anymore, his cock doing it all now, and ten times better.  We were covered in sweat and both making strange noises.

“Oh April, you…don’t know…how much…I’ve always…wanted to…have you…”

I kept saying, “Oh…oh…oh…” along with other stray sounds for good measure.

This was so much better than masturbation.  I began to feel my orgasm building.  My hips moved almost on their own, moving to meet his, pushing, pushing.  Before I knew it, we were going so fast (now I know why some call it humping!) and making so much noise.

“Ugh…ugh…” he grunted

“Ah…ah…” I moaned.

“Ugh…ahhh…”

“Oh…oh…oh…OH Myyyyyyyyyyyy…”

He grunted again, louder this time.  He must have been cumming!  I felt his spasms in me.  YES! 

Which is what I cried aloud: “Yesssssssssssss!”

Chelsea echoed my thoughts when she said “Oh…my…God!” as she watched me—us—cum.

Ken pulled me up to him and hugged me close, kissing me deeply as shivers ran through my body.  I didn’t think my nipples had ever been this taut, touching his chest like that.

Chelsea said, “Now me?”

Ken chuckled. “You’ve got to let me have more time to recuperate, you know.”

“Oh.”  She’d been very eager to remove the spent condom once Ken and I had separated.  “Ooooh, so much!” she exclaimed as she squeezed a dollop of semen out and played with it between her fingers, even touching one finger to her lips to taste it.

We lay together on the bed, cuddled up as we confessed to the plot that was now readily apparent.  “Did you girls really know what you were doing to me this whole trip?” Ken asked us.

I said, “I think we did.  Oh, Uncle Ken, I really wanted you to be my first.”

Chelsea snuggled closer on the opposite side of him, and said, “Me too.  You’re like a dream.”  She held his cock like it was her security blanket or something.

I got up to use the toilet and when I got back, Ken was on top of Chelsea and they were doing it.  I stood off to the side and watched, transfixed by the sight of them fucking.  I was mesmerized, looking at his hard cock sliding in and out of her, glistening from her wetness.  I watched his taut ass muscles as he pumped his hips.  I watched her legs wrap around him, urging him on. 

I’d been so wrapped up in my own experience that I hadn’t fully appreciated the act.  Ken’s ass rose and fell.  Chelsea’s legs kicked as she moaned on every thrust of his.  He was getting progressively faster, and she responded by moaning louder and bucking her hips wildly.  The whole bed shook!

My fingers were at my clit and rubbing furiously as I watched them fuck.  “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Chelsea and I cried out in harmony, as Ken groaned and his ass cheeks clenched and relaxed.  We all came together!

With the beauty of Paris still mostly unexplored, we remained in bed, ordered room service, and fucked as often as Ken could get hard.  Way later, I got on his cock and Chelsea mounted his face, and we rode him facing each other.  I loved watching her as she got closer to orgasm.  While we were both writhing and bouncing in pleasure, I leaned forward and kissed my best friend.  She was shocked at first, I could tell, but then she got into it and we both climaxed at the same time.  

She must have really had a wet one, for Ken sputtered what sounded suspiciously like “Oh my God” between slurps.  I got off, ripped off the condom, and sucked him until he rewarded me with a fair amount of warm cum.  I showed him how I could swallow it (well, most of it, since some did trickle past my smiling lips).

After a day and a half like that, we finally dressed and went out to eat.  Chelsea and I wore our new dresses just as we did before, though this time with thongs, at least.  Ken said we looked good enough to eat.

“Is that a promise?” I said.

“As soon as we get back,” he answered.  He gazed around the restaurant, and added in a whisper, “Now if people think I’m screwing you two, they’d be right.”

Chelsea and I were still insatiable.  By the time we returned to his room, we were both soaking wet with anticipation.  He kept his promise, eating my pussy until I came with an earsplitting scream.  Chelsea threw herself at him and he did her from behind.  I thought: I’ll have to try that way next.   As before, I watched them in amazement at how unique this whole sex thing was.  It was as if they were dancing, with a rhythm all their own; in and out, back and forth, push and pull, breathing hard and loving every moment of it.  Hearing Chelsea orgasm was an exhilarating sensation, and watching Ken’s body language as he ejaculated was priceless.

I couldn’t wait for him to get stiff again so he could fuck me doggie like that.

During a lull in one of our lovemaking sessions, Chelsea took me aside and said, “I’m so happy you asked me along on this trip.  Oh April, this has been so great!”  Then she surprised me by kissing me on the lips.  “I love you,” she croaked in a throaty whisper.

That wasn’t the last of her surprises.  The next time Ken was doing me doggie, Chelsea stuck her pussy in my face.  I licked it, surprised by her taste—and her pleasure reaction to my tongue.  When she orgasmed on my tongue, I decided to explore this newfound experience with Chelsea when we got home.  However, my focus now was Ken, Ken, and more Ken.

We were so sore by the time we flew home, we nearly couldn’t walk.  Ken joked, “You think you’ve both had enough?  Got it out of your system?”

We joked back that he might think we were done with him, but just wait until we got home.  “Don’t worry,” I said.  “We won’t tell anyone about this.  Promise.”

Chelsea said, “Yeah, but for our silence you must pay.”  She laughed.  “You better keep fucking us whenever we want.”

“Okay, boss girl.”  We all laughed.

Nobody ever caught on to our threesome secret, a plot hatched by two horny teens traveling through Europe and consummated in the intoxicating environment of Paris.  Uncle Ken taught me so much, like how the doggie-style way to fuck surely became my favorite.  Even as I write this down, I imagine the feeling of his entering me from behind before holding my ass and banging deep. 

Oh God, I’m wet again!

Au Revoir!

 

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