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 Simone's Travels 5 On the coastal train line, North of Kenitra Simone was
nestled into her semi-private seating booth on the train headed for Tangier
where she would change her mode of transportation.  She shared her
compartment with a middle-aged Arab couple.  The husband obvious
middle-class and wearing a western style three-piece suit, while the wife
was veiled with only her eyes visible.

   Simone's two pieces of tan luggage had been loaded by Navarre himself
and her ticket provided by him also, passed to the conductor.  Simone had
been warned to not let the luggage out her sight while on the three-hour
train ride.

   The pretty doctor knew she was now in the deep end of the pool as she
was actively participating in illegal goings on.  She also worried
silently, was there someone in Navarre's nest of spies watching her on the
train at this very moment Tangiers FFNA Aerodrome Passenger Terminal Two
hours after midnight, a French Air Force Lockheed Constellation, L-1649
Starliner version took off to the northeast, resuming its flight plan to
Marseilles France.  It had been on the ground in Tangiers for less than 20
minutes.

   Air traffic control and customs had not recorded the arrival or
departure.  As far as the records showed, the L-1649 had left Casablanca on
a non-stop to Marseilles.  All flights that left Tangiers should have been
searched and passengers checked by Moroccan customs officials at Tangiers.
In this instance the twelve passengers who boarded in Tangiers had no
passports, they traveled purely on a military travel order document.  Five
French military personnel and their dependents traveling, Space-Available
and one junior physician of the Foreign Ministry, Simone Moreau.

   The French aircrews were trained at Mirecourt, France in the early 60s
after the humbling defeat in Indo-China.  The high command had finally
decided to expand the armed forces and focused on buying some American
equipment and training packages.  The 5-man crew carried out their duties
with significant skills and totally ignorant of their passengers, they were
just butts in seats.

   French military and family returning from their FFNA tours of duty, a
couple non-com Legionnaires on morale leave and Simone on a mission of
temporary duty at a three-day medical seminar in a suburb of Marseilles. 
Additionally, she had a meeting to contact a shadowy figure in the city
from the Health Ministry who was on Navarre's criminal payroll.  She would
be turning over one of her two pieces of luggage which were laden with
narcotics to this French bureaucrat.

   The military customs official didn't even check her luggage as she came
through the line with the others.  She simply presented her orders and her
Foreign Ministry i.d.  card.  A slender, dark haired man met her at the
Arrivals desk, He took both her suitcases and sped her to a waiting Health
Ministry car.

   The Health Ministry was right in the center of the promenade on the
Second Arrodanisement.  Her suitcases were left secured in the car trunk
and the dark-haired man escorted her up to, a second-floor office at the
Health Ministry academic building.

   "Ah mademoiselle Moreau welcome," Rene Chartier said from behind his
desk.  The stocky little man, introduced himself as the Director of Health
Educations for Southern France and explained that he and Navarre were old
chums from medical residency years ago.

   When Simone sat, and crossed her legs, Chartier could feel his dick
start to harden just imagining her contouring hips and ass facilitating a
lusty dog style fucking by him or Navarre.  His last secretary a pretty
brown haired suburban woman quit the job because she tired of his fetish of
spanking her plumb white ass to a fiery red before stroking into her from
behind.  He'd been able to end many of his grueling bureaucratic work days
by grinding his turgid cock slowly then vigorously into her turd launcher.
How had Navarre been so fortunate to get a hot morsel such as this he
wondered?

   "We have a room for you here at the Ministry in our contract lodging. 
Please let me or my assistant, Carl who met you at the aerodrome know if
you need anything more."

   Simone eyes were soft and humid with fatigue after the train ride from
Rabat to Tangiers and the overnight flight to Marseilles.  "You are very
kind sir I'll be sure and mention your divine hospitality to Dr.  Navarre."
Her auburn hair had been braided in an extremely thick pigtail which hung
below her lush shoulder blades and put her face open to view while
highlighting her ripe lips.

   Her lovely face was shielded from the bright sun by a pair of dark
sunglasses as she left the building and headed to her assigned room across
a small terrace from the administrative offices.

   At Father Leclerc's Office--Week prior to Christmas Break 1954

   Father Winslow Denton stood at the window with Leclerc as the stared out
busy students moving across campus to their classes at the noon bell. 
Denton was a colleague of Leclerc holding an equal position at an
international high school in Paris.  He was visiting Sisters of the Sacred
Arches as the advance person for a visit by the regional visit of a Senior
Bishop.

   The Bishop's visit as explained by Denton would be critical to the
fiscal budgetary decisions the Bishop might make in the future.  Although
they were competitors in a sense, Denton and Leclerc had shared similar
libertine interest all the way back to their days at seminary.  Denton
hoped Leclerc and Sacred arches would be as successful as he.  Denton also
explained Bishop Valmont wanted the time here in Paris suburb to be his
working vacation away from the dreary Diocese.

   As the veteran clerics chatted and peered out the office window, the
cheeky posteriors of Simone and Aimee turned the corner heading to the
lunchroom.  Both girls were resplendent in their school uniforms as their
short skirts gave teasing flashes of their white thighs above their wool
knee high socks.

   Winslow Denton an avid masturbator eyed the lush form of both girls but
his subconscious mind centered on form of Simone.  He had a desire to
excuse himself as soon as possible to get on the train and be able to lay
back in private in his compartment, mute the lights and release his uncut
penis.  Denton often lulled into a semi sleep while masturbating, much like
a child in thumbsucking.

   With Father Denton it was not so much about the fantasy of fucking an
attractive female.  It was the release of frustrations.  Denton's goal was
to attain a state of near intoxication at being shameless as his mind
played over images of passive or struggling sexual victims who existed for
his release.

   Father Leclerc sensing his colleagues interest in the two pliable
students, spoke up evenly snapping Father Denton from his thoughts, "Would
you like to meet Simone and her chum Aimee?"

   Guest Quarters, Health Ministry, Marseilles France When Simone entered
her room, she was relieved to see both of her pieces of tan luggage sitting
on her bed.  She immediately went and lifted the one luggage with an old
baggage decal reading "Nairobi".  The one which carried her valuable
illicit cargo was now considerably lighter.

   The slender dark haired minion of Chartier's was in fact his nephew a
depraved little sod who was a classic example of the corrupt nepotism
existing in post-war France.  He was untalented but excelled at following
his uncle's orders and being loyal.  His orders had been to remove the
contents in the false bottom of the luggage with the Nairobi decal.

   A chronic voyeur who took as one of his bureaucratic perks, the many
opportunities to spy at the female workers and visitors to his uncle's
office complex.  He had even taken the liberty to modify patches of wall
and insert concaves mirrors and glass that would allow him to gaze into
adjoining rooms especially bathrooms and bedroom suites.

   Now that he had passed the smuggled contraband onto his uncle's criminal
supply chain, and had a hasty lunch his afternoon was free and the pretty
courier Simone Moreau's was as well.  So, he quickly made his way to the
aft room to her's at the conference center.

   He was seated on the vanity bench in the small bathroom just moments
before she returned from lunch.  His cock already beginning to engorge at
the thought of spying on the sensuous auburn-haired doctor.  He didn't even
bother to undress, he simply unzipped his pants and flopped the slender
male gristle out of his fly and listened to her move about her room.

   With an eye now pressed against a hole normally covered by a bland
picture of a Paris Cathedral, he could see her lovely curves easily.  Then
he suddenly saw her pick up her cigarettes, lighting one and casually
stroll toward the bathroom.

   Simone stepped into her bathroom not even bothering to close the door
and she shimmied her tight dress hem up over her plump juicy behind.  Her
loins were covered in sheer drum-tight aqua blue panties with intricate
black lace around the waist and leg openings.

   Her ass was juicily framed by a beige garter belt and sand toned nylon
stockings which expanded silky tops caressed her curvaceous meaty thighs
ending 3 or 4 inches from her crotch.

   Nephew's eyes bulged from his face in horny glee at the sights, his
right hand urgently gripping and beginning to tug on his cock.  But before
his debauched brain could process this pleasurable sight she rewarded his
auditory senses... .

   The doctor stood at the toilet, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of
her panties and calmly rolled them over the bulging cleft of her behind
down to above her knees, just as she released a long windy dry fart to a
relaxing sigh of "Ahhh." The bathroom filled with the sound of rushing wind
as it sputtered past the tight ring of the woman's anus.

   Taking a long drag on her cigarette she sat settling her lush ass on the
toilet seat only to be gripped by another gaseous outburst.  "PHHHUUTTT...
BBBLUURRP." "Oh mon ciel, trop de viande riche/Oh my heavens, too much rich
meat." She muttered aloud.

   As her farts silenced Simone gushed forth a foaming jet of hot piss from
her womanly bladder.  Her reprieve was immediate and caused her to shiver
sexily.

   Chartier's nephew increased the speed of his tugs on his spike thrilling
mightily at the voyeuristic trove of gifts Simone presented.  His mind fast
forwarding to imagining being able to see her totally naked in her bath and
shower over the next three days.

   The endorphins released to his brain were exquisite as he conjured up
images of his Uncle engaged in all manner of nasty trysts with this juicy
female specimen.  He had spied on many of Chartier's conquests of low level
civil servants, or horny middle-aged matrons trapped in some unethical
situation who would eagerly barter her way out of trouble by slavishly
submitting to his warped demands.

   Oh, how he wished he could wield the same control and power over
attractive women like his Uncle and not have to chase the sluts in the red
zone of Marseilles night life.

   Nephew was brought back from his reverie by a womanly grunt emanating
from Simone's bathroom.

   Simone's supper on the train up from Rabat had been a mixture of French
and Arab cuisine loaded with proteins.  She had not been able to visit a
bathroom for some time due to her orders to keep the luggage within sight.
Her stomach rumbled an early warning of discomfort as she arrived in
Marseilles at the Health Ministry but she had no time to attend to her
toilet until after meeting with Chartier.

   Nephew's eyes widened as he heard the wet crackling of the hard-solid
waste squeezing from Simone's bowels.  He listened and watched in amazement
as the woman doctor voided her bowels which had not emptied in over 30
hours due to travel from North Africa.

   Though the young man could not see the turd launch from her ass, his
vantage point was in profile and he saw her face grimace in exertion.  Had
he been able to see what she was voiding from her body he would have been
in awe.  The bulky tip was tapered but quickly expanded to a full two-inch
diameter, and appeared to be twisted like the ropes attached to large boats
moored at the docks.

   The woman let her cigarette dangle jauntily from the right corner of her
lovely painted lips as she grunted and released two more foul sausages into
the bowl under her.

   Doctor Moreau spent several minutes wiping her lush posterior and
washing her hands before flushing the toilet and leaving the bathroom.  In
one instant she turned facing him with her panties still wound about her
knees affording him a full view of her lush-haired pussy with its damp
pubic curls.

   It was just the fillip Nephew needed as he blasted his pent up cum into
a wash cloth he hastily grabbed as his sexual release struck.  Bleachy,
yellowish jets of sperm pulsed from his throbbing pole as his mind handled
with images of Simone being fucked or spanked by his uncle.

   At the residence of Father Leclerc, New Year's Day January 1955 This
Jour de l'an was special for the staff of Sacred Arches as the regional
Bishop had selected the school to be his holiday retreat for a couple of
days and Father Leclerc was hosting Bishop Valmont and Father Denton from
the Diocese at his cozy quarters.

   In typical tradition of the Gregorian calendar the guest wiled away the
afternoon drinking hot wine quietly in the suburbs.  Father Leclerc had
asked Sister Suzanne, Simone and Aimee Dupont to help him host the
influential male guests.

   Leclerc was in the most pleasant of moods as he knew the Bishop would
soon be making budgetary decisions for the schools remaining terms and he
hoped to influence the decisions through a little creative entertaining for
Bishop Valmont over the holiday.

   Aimee was unable to keep her assignation to the gathering as she and her
parents had traveled to Laon for the holiday break, and she was late
returning due to the snow that blanketed the region.  So, it was entirely
up to blonde Sister Suzanne and Simone to help Leclerc's plan succeed.

   Sister Suzanne wore her formal habits of soft black wool that melded to
her concealed lush frame.  Simone had been adorned in a simple cream
colored A line dress, which Leclerc had insisted be altered to end 6 inches
above her natural knee.

   The two 50-ish visitors ogled the plump 17-year-old and Sister as they
served the warm winter drinks and appetizers.  The sermons of the New Year
mass were long forgotten as all the gathered enjoyed the festivities and
relaxed atmosphere.  Leclerc had even seen to it that Simone enjoy a few
cups of warm white wine.

   Sister Suzanne had just finished serving dishes of log shaped cakes made
of ice cream, called gateau glace' with bright golden balls and chocolate
coins adorning them as Simone was busy washing some glasses at the sink. 
Father Leclerc took the opportunity walk up behind Suzanne as she bent
before the Bishop serving him a fresh serving of cake.  He bent close to
the nun, his hands on her plump hips as if to steady her where she worked
as he whispered huskily, "Now's the time to inflame Valmont's sensibilities
Sister.  Let's play the Spin the carafe game."

   Leclerc leaned closer to Suzanne rubbing his clothed groin against the
blonde nun.  His thick truncheon of cock stirring lustfully, he yelled back
toward the kitchen, "Cherie please bring another bottle to charge our
glasses...hurry dear."

   Bishop Valmont arched his eye brows lazily as he watched Leclerc now
openly fondling Suzanne's behind as he gently hunched against her.

   A playful swat by the nun at Father Leclerc resulted in him grasping her
in his arms and planting a firm mouth on mouth kiss.

   The other visiting guest Father Denton who was British could not believe
his eyes as he watched the evolving events from an soft casual chair across
the room.  He could feel his manhood energize from the risqué performance.
He wondered what the Bishop thought of the scandalous proceedings.  The
events all evening had held him in a state of charged licentiousness. 
Especially each time he'd been near the sweet looking 17-year-old Simone.

   Just as the pretty Simone returned with a tray with clean glasses and a
fresh bottle, Leclerc playfully shoved the tipsy Sister Suzanne onto the
couch where she plopped down beside the Bishop who shyly scooted away from
where she landed.  Her legs splaying open allowing a brief glimpse under
her knee length skirt.

   Valmont did reach out to the pretty nun asking if she were alright his
first words in many long moments.

   Abbot Benoit stepped forward from his seat and adjusted the room lights
dimming them, as Sister Suzanne reached to clear the coffee table as she
sat an empty carafe on its side.  He advising Simone to go and help her
mentor.

   The nubile girl stepped around to help Sister Suzanne asking, "Sister do
you need help?" as she'd been instructed to by Leclerc prior to the party.

   "No, my child.  I'll go first.  As I spin the carafe whomever it points
toward shall receive a Happy New Year kiss." Sister Suzanne boldly
exclaimed.

   Father Denton rubbed his palms together in covetous greedy anticipation
of getting a kiss from either of the attractive females present.  The sense
of carnal want was growing thick in the room.

   He could not believe his eyes or ears as the carafe spun to a stop on
the table pointing at Abbott Benoit and Suzanne's cheery wine soaked
voice...said, "Happy New Year Monsieur Abbott." As she rose and walked
around the sofa and kissed Benoit.

   The next spin was by the lovely Simone and the carafe halted pointing in
the general direction of Father Denton.  The curriculum head of the
International High School which hosted the spoiled off-spring of British
Diplomats in Paris was nearly thrilled.  Rising from his chair he met
Simone at the end of the sofa and bent forward to accept her kiss.

   Taking her hand, he retreated to his chair to be seated and was further
surprised when she cooed, "Happy New Year Padre." After a short curtsy, she
sat on his right knee before putting her arms around his neck and
delivering another sensual kiss.

   As the kiss, broke and Simone rose to return to the sofa, Father Leclerc
nodded and boldly winked at his counter-part Denton.

   Denton placed his right hand fully on the girl's behind and palmed her
juicy behind in a firm grip as she turned in his lap to rise up.

   Sister Suzanne not even waiting for Simone to return to the sofa, spun
the carafe gently and it slowly spun to a full stop at the Bishop.  With
her eyes, bright with excitement and holiday cheer the nun leaned over
toward Valmont and she laid a breathless kiss on the 50-year-old.  "Oooh,
Happy New Year Bishop!  You make Sacred Arches so proud to serve the
Dioceses."

   The Bishop's latent desires and lusts long accustomed to being
suppressed and hidden around female parishioners and staff began to awaken
in this friendly setting helped along by warm holiday wine and the cozy
fire burning in the fire place.

   After a pregnant silence, Bishop Valmont replied cheerfully, "Your
hospitality is most noted and appreciated Sister."

   Father Denton was now emboldened, seated across the room in the more
darkened area.  His rigid, blood-filled dick was throbbing with arousal, he
pulled the young girl's face to him and kissed her firmly on the mouth. 
Her bright pink lips were warm and highly responsive, and squirming
excitedly on his lap the comely 17-year-old eagerly opened her mouth for
another deep French kiss.

   At the same time, Father Leclerc came and stood near the chair where
Denton and Simone sat.  At the same time his right hand, slipped around her
side from the back, and explored her dress bodice and the well-filled
brassiere beneath it.  He drily ordered Simone, "Simone, make our guest
feel at home."

   Breathless and squirming on Father Denton's lap, Simone was alive with a
mixture of school girlish excitement and feminine arousal.  Her cheeks were
hotly flushed and there was a look of adoring surrender in her green eyes
as she gazed up at both older clerics.

   She could feel the crotch of her navy-blue panties grow moist and warm
as her excitement climbed.  Her lush hind cheek felt the handsome curve of
his dick and this made the aroused teenager shiver with sexual excitement
and anticipation, while he, Denton felt her small right hand squeezing his
rigid member in a demanding, greedy way.

   The vulgar aggressive way Leclerc asserted his power over both females,
made Denton giddy with sexual tension.  He could see Leclerc's hand seize
Simone's left hand and snake it into his dark wool ankle length cassock and
begin to grope blindly to unzip his trousers.

   The sturdy 8-inch pole was already curving out of the fly of Leclerc's
old style boxer shorts filling the 17-year old's hand comfortably.

   When Denton saw this, he could not restrain himself any longer and
unzipped his trousers and lay his cock along his right thigh to rest in
throbbing hardness.  Glancing down he could the protruding eye of his piss
hole already dribbling shiny droplets of pre cum as it peeped out from his
foreskin.

   Denton deftly rucked Simone's dress hem over the bulging thrust of her
right ass cheek and tapped his cock on the juicy ham exuding from the
arching leg hole of her cotton navy blue panties.

   After a moment of simply rubbing his cock on the exposed flesh, he
boldly inserted it under the ass panel of her panties gently hunching
against her warm skin.

   The senior cleric's hand moved upward under the girl's dress at the
front.  Her panties came into view and Father Denton caught sight of the
tufts of fluffy auburn feminine hair barely exposed at the crotch of the
garment.  The first touch confirmed his suspicion that her panties were
already moist with feminine sap.

   The Bishops eyes squinted in the light of the room and glare of the
fireplace as he watched the groping of the young female seated in Denton's
lap and he suddenly felt a stirring in his loins as his cock grew turgid
inside his pants and cassock.

   Sister Suzanne felt it too as she squirmed sensually on the sofa and
began to worm her hand into Valmont's cassock searching for his penis.  She
pulled his slender 7 inch cock free of his pants and began to lave it with
her tongue as the Bishop stared off blankly at the ravishment of Simone.

   Simone now knelt between Denton's legs on the floor, minus her dress
gripping his uncut spike with her right hand.  Her left hand jerked and
shimmied the sturdy pole of Father Leclerc as he stood to her left with his
trousers puddled at his feet.

   Benoit stood behind, her his fat cock fisted into hardness in the open
as he rubbed it sensually across the nape of her smooth youthful neck.

   The bland scents of the three older men's musk converged about her head
and shoulders.  Even they smell of their wool and tweed clothing assaulted
her senses.  Shivered from their overwhelming maleness as she scooted on
her knees closer to Denton eager to take his cock into her mouth.

   She peeled the foreskin from his 8 inches and began licking the plum
colored head.  "Ahhhh, take me knob in you darling girl." Winslow Denton
hissed blissfully his glaring down at the busy girl.  His eyes darting
fervently from her licking him to her stroking Leclerc's truncheon and the
pretty blonde nun slurping hungrily on the Bishop's pole.

   Caution now completely abandoned the clerics helped Simone to her feet
and shoved her to the large sofa onto her hands and knees, her face
extended beyond the opposite end of where the Sister and Bishop were. 
Benoit and Leclerc held their shiny cocks out like fruit for the girl to
dine on.

   Denton kneeling behind her hunched into her cunt on one smooth lunge on
a shiny wet, glaze of her girl sap.  They hadn't even bothered to remove
her panties.  Denton simply yanked the crotchpiece to the side as he
speared into her.

   Sister Suzanne was now expertly sucking 5-6 inches of Valmont's cock on
each lunge of her pretty face.  The Bishop wove his hands into her blonde
tresses which were now devoid of her cowl.  His portly hips swiveled in
joyous sensation as he felt her tongue and lips swipe across his cock head.

   For their part, Benoit and Leclerc were very content to let Simone give
them alternating licks and sucks as Denton stropped into her dog-style,
pushing her toward climax.

   Leclerc felt his plan had come together nicely.  He could see the
intense rut all over the face of both senior clerics It was too bad the
eager Aimee was not present.  The girl was just the type of juicy morsel
bound to impress the debauched Denton.  He began to crash into Simone's
up-turned juicy buttocks like a madman.  Sweat poured down his face, his
lips twisted off his teeth in an angry snarl and every nerve and sinew in
his body felt stretched to the breaking point.

   Leclerc shoved his cock into Simone's throat on one particular deep
lunge causing her to try and swivel her face up off the hard cock.  Strings
of her saliva clung to his cock so that when she turned to envelope
Benoit's cock a six inch string of her drool clung in hair obscenely like a
cob web at a dusty window.

   To Bishop Valmont, it made her appear almost other-worldly in the
shunted light of the room as he observed the scene.  Her sweat misted skin
shining on her arms and thighs made it hard for Denton and the others to
hold her as they used her for their pleasure.