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 Simone's Travels 7 Marseilles French Military, Aerodrome Pre-Departure Gate
The DC-4 laden with part of 17th Light Engineer Company of regular French
Army and perhaps twenty Legionnaire family members joining their husbands
in FFNA due to the nature of their positions who were deemed
command-critical to FFNA missions.  So, after the mandatory 60 day delay
these wives, children and other adult dependents were finally allowed to
travel to Morocco.  Some were also destined to Casablanca which had strong
French presence further down the coast.

   Simone as a duty passenger had boarded last but before the unaccompanied
enlisted troops.  Sensibly she had decided to travel in her khaki foreign
ministry utility uniform rather than a dress or skirt given the hasty
flight arrangements made for her.

   She and the other female family members were intensely scrutinized by
the single soldiers lounging in the departure gate area.

   As Simone settled in once the flight was at cruising altitude, she tried
to sleep, but a nosy spoiled wife of a major kept trying to solicit
information from Simone on all matters of trivia about life in North
Africa. How much for a maid, is it safe for European women to shop alone
etc.  The wife, Yvette Dusault for her part would be spending time in Rabat
for classes on cultural sensitivities and conduct at the Embassy before
joining her husband in Casablanca.

   Spring Break at Sacred Arches, 1955 It was the final spring break in
Simone's high school career before she was headed off to University.

   Sister Suzanne arrived to pick up Aimee at her home to spend two days
and nights supposedly helping the Sister make preparations for the
returning classes at an adjacent middle school for extra credit.

   Aimee and the nun were actually driving to a suburban chalet where they
would be entertaining the lecherous Father Denton and Leclerc.  Aimee's
parents had never met Sister Suzanne but had no reservation about the girl
earning extra credit at the expensive school.

   Simone as it were was not available as her parents had driven away to
Pas de Calais for the holiday.

   As they drove away, Aimee was bubbly with excitement at being alone to
meet the stern Father Denton who was so highly regarded by Simone and
Sister Suzanne.  In the car, she could barely sit still she was so eager to
perform for her school mistress and the Fathers.

   She sat with her left leg curled under her lush bottom, her simple skirt
rucked to mid-thigh teasingly showing the shadowy treasures under the
skirt.

   Occasionally Sister Suzanne would gaze hungrily at the juicy morsels of
flesh.  Once while working the manual gear shift the nun eased her right
hand under the teens skirt, scratching the exposed thigh meat sexily.

   About 5 miles down the road Suzanne was no longer content to tease
Aimee. Steering with her left hand, the nun began to worm her right
forefinger into a leg hole of the teen's pussy packed panties.  She could
feel the heated gloppy moisture already present inside the girl.

   Aimee simply closed her eyes and lay back more, luxuriating in the
sensual feelings.  "Oh Cherie, pull your skirt up...let me see your
pussy...you dirty girl." Sister Suzanne hissed as she curved her finger in
and out of Aimee's juicy sump.

   "Uh ooh yes...Sister of course.  It feels so goooood!" Aimee gushed out
as she rolled her skirt up until it was like a four-inch belt around her
girlish waist.  She shivered from the sensation of the nun's fingers.  As
she herself inserted her right hand into the top of her panties and began
to stroke and shimmy her clitoris the sensual feelings increased.

   Her knuckles caused her panties to bulge awkwardly as she and the nun
played between her legs.  The feeling for the 17-year-old was exquisite. 
She thrilled nastily at the thought of being a plaything of the Sister and
two clerics for the next two days of spring break.

   FFNA Tangier Aerodrome

   The DC-4 landed smoothly in Tangiers and Simone was off in a thrice. 
She intended to simply change into a comfortable skirt and blouse and get a
taxi to the train Depot.  But she was surprised and elated to see Renault
at the arrival gate holding a small sign that said, "MED COM/Dr.  Moreau".
She almost ran forward and kissed him but instead simply strided forward
and shook his hand as a colleague would expect to do.

   Yvette Dusault was being whisked away by military sponsors as she would
be shepherded off to ground transport to first Rabat for Embassy
orientations, then onto Casablanca before joining her husband.  She had
wanted to get a phone number of the other woman Simone so they may perhaps
have lunch in Rabat.  The last she saw of Simone was her walking toward
baggage with the handsome Renault.

   The pretty honey blonde Dusault woman was an unfaithful trollop of the
highest order who had cuckolded her husband the entire time of his Africa
tour.  She was sensually disposed in a simple country sort of way having
grown up in the Cherbourg region of France.

   She was interested in developing a friendship with Simone simply from
their brief encounter on the flight from Marseilles.  Yvette was typical of
the new bored bourgeoisie French wife experiencing the new freedoms of post
war France.  Affluence, birth control and even career choices were now at
the disposal of French women.

   These freedoms coupled to make her and others more liberated and willing
to accept immorality in their personal lives.  In the case of Madame
Dusault she had gotten her clearance to join her husband just in time
before a scandal erupted involving her and two Naval Officers she'd been
having affairs with.

   As she walked away to board the military buses, her tight fitting blue
and white polka-dots dress accentuated her thick thighs and jiggly soft
ass. The dress was belted around her trim waist showing off perfect child
bearing hips though she was devoid of any children.  Perhaps if she had
children it would have prevented her from getting into so much adulterous
mischief.

   The chalet in Louis Blanc suburbs of Paris, Spring Break 1955

   Father Leclerc and Father Denton were relaxing in the warm morning
sunshine on the patio sipping strong country ales Denton had stocked in
this rented chalet.

   The clerics were planning to engage in a bit of ribaldness with Sister
Suzanne and Aimee today and then three other men would join the group the
second day for a literal circus.

   The nun and Aimee arrived technically late, about 15 minutes...from the
noon hour in which they were expected.  Father Denton immediately sternly
reminded the females the tardiness would cost them over the knee spankings
as punishment.

   Both men were without their cassocks and simply wore the tweed pleated
trousers of the era in dark somber brown and white undershirts.  Denton the
more fit of the two was showing off biceps shaped like rounds of Dutch
cheese.  "You tarts go undress and present back here in 5 minutes." He
brusquely admonished.

   The two females had obviously been coached by Leclerc on how to comport
themselves while at the chalet.  Sis Suzanne removed her cowl and simple
skirt and blouse and brassiere.  Her thick sensual bright blonde pubic bush
shown hazily through her white nylon panties.  The antsy teen Aimee,
removed all but her pink full seat panties, lace ankle socks and two inch
heeled sandals.

   The mature woman and teen girl stepped back onto the tree lined patio
and stood before the stern clerics as if they were errant school girls,
their hands clasped glumly in front of their private parts.

   Aimee wound up over the muscled thighs of Father Leclerc, while
Suzanne's lush mature rounds stuck up in the face of Denton who barked to
the females, "All the decisions for the next two days are mine and Father
Leclerc's." he finished sternly.

   Then he pulled her panties up by the waist band causing her pale fleshy
butt cheeks to escape out the rear leg openings, putting her juicy white
hams on display to Leclerc and Aimee who were across the table from him and
the nun.

   As soon as he started the firm stinging smacks, "Whack...whack.  Splat!"
with his right hand, bright red palm prints were quickly visible on Sister
Suzanne's exposed flesh.  The head of the international Catholic high
school in Paris delivered thirteen sizzling swats to the fleshy ass of the
nun.

   His able colleague drew his lesser number of ten spanks to the teenager
but drew them out over a longer period of time by pausing and berating the
females verbally during the spankings.  Both sinful men were becoming
increasing excited as they ogled their respective penitent.

   Aimee was finally helped gingerly off Leclerc's lap but forbidden to rub
her aching ass cheeks as she stood silently, her juicy muff showing hazily
through her now increasingly damp panties as her excitement climbed.

   Bright red palm prints were now visible on Suzanne's exposed flesh.  Her
breathing increased her eyes glancing from Denton to Leclerc.  The
anticipation was great as she and Aimee both processed what lay in store
for them.

   Aimee was absolutely sopping.  She'd been horny ever sense hopping the
car for the trip to Louis Blanc.  A rich glaze of her girl sap now pooled
in the tight crevice of her moist pussy lips as she stood sheepishly
awaiting the next move.  She could view the humps of male gristle that now
lay engorging underneath the men's trousers and she was really anxious to
see Denton's cock.  She had heard so much about it from Simone.

   On the local train, back to Rabat, 1968

   Renault and Simone were in the dining car of the train as it seemed to
meander south and west back toward Rabat stopping out in the desert and
along the coast.  Train routes were built by colonial French companies to
perpetuate their enterprises nearly 100 years ago.

   Renault had surprised the Doctor with a bit of Hashish after she had
changed into a comfortable skirt and blouse for the train ride.  The
auburn-haired Simone now had a nice buzz going as they socialized, even
playing a round of cards before retiring to their seat compartment.

   Renault sat dozing with the Free France Press newspaper folded in his
lap while Simone brushed her teeth and pulled on a floor length green mu-mu
in which it was obvious she wore nothing underneath but panties.

   Upon rejoining Renault, rather than take a seat across from him she sat
right next to him laying her head on his shoulder as she drifted to sleep.

   At chalet in Louis Blanc suburbs of Paris, Spring Break 1955 Suddenly
and almost angrily Denton marched the "victims", since that is truly what
they were now appearing to be, into the small den of the chalet.  He sat
tiredly on a small sofa, his long legs sprawling open...then hissed at
Aimee, "Come on tart...kneel here.  Take it out of me pants and get
acquainted." Referring to his cock.

   The 17-year-old complied immediately.  Sister Suzanne looked on in
fascinated jealousy as she recalled her last encounter with Denton as she
stood in an embrace with Leclerc who kissed her urgently and felt up her
firm 38c tits.  Aimee knelt passively working Denton's belt loose and
unzipping the trousers.

   As soon as her hand made contact she felt warm moisture on the stalk of
cock.  Apparently, he'd been seeping pre-cum sap all during his spanking of
the nun.  She desperately wanted to taste his juicy dick but remembered his
stern comments, "all decisions are mine."

   As if reading her mind, he gazed down at her with his steel gray eyes
into her youthful face, then using his left thumb he smeared it over the
cyclops eye of his fat cock's piss-slit to gather droplets of his shiny
male sap.

   Like Pavlov's dog Aimee swiped her velvety tongue over her top lip in
readiness to suck.  "Here taste it...!  He gushed out before forcing his
thumb into her mouth for her to lick and suck.

   Aimee blushed under the intense stare of the man.  Her lids lowered
shamefully as she gazed with longing at his 8 plus inch gnarled truncheon
of cock that stood moist and shining before her.  She sucked his thumb like
an infant's pacifier.

   Taking it in his right hand he began to steer it over her lovely facial
features obscenely painting her face with the salty leaking cockhead. 
Denton's eyes shone with glee as he defiled the teenager, smiling crookedly
over at the other cleric just in time to see Leclerc gently shove the
blonde nun to her knees before him.

   The nun peeled the foreskin from Leclerc and began to kiss and lick the
damp head of his 8-inch pole fondly.  She knew it so well after her nearly
three years at Sacred Arches and she really liked the stern intelligent
cleric.

   Immediately setting an easy smooth up and down rhythms of fellating the
cock, her own saliva mixing with his increasingly rampant pre-cum to give
her juicy secretions to lubricate her lips along Leclerc's vein-laden pole.

   Sister Suzanne steadied the cock with her left hand and as her right
wormed into her panties stroking and agitating her firm clit as she sucked
the cock calmly.  Her lovely unbound blonde hair swishing over her
shoulders sexily as she performed her erotic display.

   As Leclerc looked at the two cock sucking females he marveled at again
how females could be reduced to such creatures.  It was if they needed male
flesh as sustenance to survive.

   The small room was void of noise except the smooch and smack of the
females delivering oral copulation to the clerics.

   Denton had wound his hands in to Aimee's dark tresses as she glided
evenly up and down his pole.  Flecks of her saliva splashed and clung to
his pubic hairs when she really took his 8 inches deep in her face.

   Father Leclerc long accustomed to Sister Suzanne's blow jobs but never
tiring of them swayed on the balls of his feet in spine tingling joy as he
received her oral caress.

   Then tiring somewhat, Father Denton pulled his cock and lifted Aimee to
her feet, making the short steps to the sofa.  He laid the girl on her back
with her head extending over the armrest then standing over her sloshed his
cock down into her mouth gently.

   Soon the blow job was back to an up-tempo pace, as wet and frothy as
before with her lovely legs lolling open, showing off her juicy wet pussy
to Father Leclerc.



   On the train, just north of Moulay Bousselham, halfway point to Rabat

   The train had rocked both Simone and Renault to sleep.  He was doubly
surprised to wake hours later and see her curled on the seat next to him,
her right-hand massaging and jerking his steel hard cock which was shrouded
in her peach colored panties.

   Simone had removed the panties and wound them about his cock as she
stroked it smoothly.  Her hair was mussed sexily from her sleep making her
appear even more sensual and erotic as her lush curves jostled underneath
the mu-mu.

   Groggily coming awake Renault felt the smooth caress of the damp nylon
around his cock and the sweet rankness of her snatch odor wafting from
under her mu-mu.  He would have been content with her simply masturbating
him until he climaxed.

   In his new fully awakening mind certainly didn't feel as if he was some
kind of Lancelot figure to her Guinevere he was in full horny rut. 
Nonetheless when she easily shifted from sitting on her hip to lying back
on the train car's bench seat he just wanted to fuck her.

   Simone lay back, taking her ankle length mu-mu and raising it to below
her juicy tits placing her luscious loins on display.  Her sap streaked
pussy slot lay open for his ravishment.  She was making the pussy available
to him.

   Still clad in his utility uniform he took over stroking his
pantie-encased cock as he turned on his seat to view her juicy trench.  He
stood and crouched between her legs ready to ease his pipe into the lovely
doctor.

   Simone now hunched her groin up onto the spike of her associate's dick.
She held his head and kissed him gently as he ground down into her juicy
sump.  Shiny wet streaks of her woman sap clung to his curved cock as he
stretched her open.  As she sighted down over her own juicy breast jostling
under her dress she thrilled at the kinky difference his oddly curved cock
produced in her tight wet hole.

   His cock felt wondrous to the Doctor but as she laid there underneath
the nurse she was beginning to like, her mind kept roving over how she
would manage her criminal relationship with Navarre.

   Back in Rabat FFNA Compound When Dr.  Moreau arrived at her quarters she
simply pecked Renault on the cheek and thanked him for escorting her from
Tangiers.  They both were bone tired and ready for shower and
sleep---alone.

   Under her door, Simone found a hand-written note telling her to not
report until 1330 pm for duty.  She was elated for the extra time off.  It
was roughly 0600 am and she would have extra time to sleep and freshen up
from her tryst with Renault.

   Navarre was already ahead of his planning schedule in preparing another
sortie for the voluptuous intern doctor.  He now intended to send her to
Casablanca itself in a few days after some routine Med Com work.

   Renault had snapped one discreet photo while in Tangiers just to test a
theory.  He photographed the tail number of the shiny silver DC-4 that
Simone came in on, #62-1434.  He needed to test some theories and start
really studying the aircraft movement issues in FFNA.

   Late in the work day about a half hour before Salma departed from the
office at the end of her work day Navarre had his assistant summon Dr. 
Moreau to his office.

   Dressed band box neat in a tan linen dress and her white doctors smock
Simone hurried to the office eager to be back in her original routine.  The
smock failed to hide the lusty jaunt of her juicy ass cheeks as they
shimmied in her rushed walk.

   Salma frowned openly as Dr.  Moreau entered Navarre's office.  It galled
her that the senior doctor seemed so smitten with Simone Moreau.

   In the office, he laid out plans for another trip for Simone.  First to
an outpost as part of her regular duties to perform a sick call and then
another courier mission.  The latter would be to Casablanca however not as
courier of cash or narcotics but as a carrier of social good will to an
influential French Diplomat.

   Navarre waited until he'd heard the click of the outer door lock as
Salma left for the day.  Taking a seat behind his desk he unlocked a bottom
drawer to move an opened brown official envelope.  The envelope held a
letter from Gendarmerie Command which he knew the contents of...it was the
written confirmation there was no longer an arrears on Moreau's student
loans.

   He slid the letter to her as she held it somberly before turning it over
and unsnapping her purse preparing to secure it.  Navarre husked
drily..."Read it later please." As he stared up and down at her.

   She crossed her curvy legs and removed her plain two inch heeled black
shoes.  It was the first time she'd ever removed a piece of her clothing
while in Navarre's office.  But it clearly signaled the rest of his work
day was not about Med Com matters.

   Simone pulled her chair closer to his desk crossed her legs left over
right then extended her right foot laying it atop his right thigh.  Without
her shoes on she massaged his groin with her nyloned stocking foot feeling
for what she knew was a slowly engorging cock.

   Spring Break 1955, Louis Blanc suburban chalet Father Denton was now
thrusting away into the clinging sump of Aimee who lay spread out on the
sofa with her head extending over the far armrest as Sister Suzanne
squatted on her haunches astride the girl's face.

   Leclerc stood on the floor behind the nun drilling his 8-inch piston
into the juicy pit of the Sister.  The room seemed to hum with the sounds
of their copulation, flesh smacking against flesh as the four played out
their erotic scene.

   Father Leclerc handled the lush thighs and hips of Sister Suzanne
further spreading her wet cunt for Aimee's eager licking and sucking.

   Aimee crossed her legs over the damp sweaty back of Father Denton as he
drilled into her tight clingy trench.  She shivered in sensual delight as
she pleasured and was pleasured.

   At one moment Denton withdrew from the girl and seized Suzanne by her
lovely blonde hair and pulled her face down level with his rigid slimed
cock.

   Sister Suzanne wrapped her smooth unlipsticked lips over the bulbous
head and about an inch of cock-stalk, her tongue delving wetly as if
polishing a door knob.

   Aimee mumbled and gurgled feverishly in the wet cunt of Suzanne when she
felt the void of Denton's pole, "Uhh oh my...Father...please put it back
in. Aww, aww...please!"

   Denton certainly intended to do so but right now he thrilled mightily at
the sheer nastiness of mastering the females.

   At Med Com in Navarre's Office Navarre had Simone kneel between his legs
as he unlimbered his 7-inch spike.  She looked so wanton to him a couple of
strands of her auburn hair draped sexily across her left eye.

   Placing her hands on his thighs she simply leaned forward and began a
series of sensual licks and kisses of his cock.  At one time, she turned
her face horizontal as if she were nibbling an ear of corn.

   Navarre grunted and thrilled greatly wondering silently how he was so
lucky to have this sensual creature at his disposal.  Even if only for six
months.

   As he peered down at the bulging impudent thrust of her ass, he knew
immediately what he wanted as she licked and slurped on his cock.  Reaching
into his desk he retrieved a small vial of ointment.  Its markings in
Arabic and French identified it as KY gel.

   Easing her from her knees, breaking the exquisite oral pleasuring of his
pole, he husked "Knell on the edge of the chair, I want your ass." He
ordered.

   Simone rucked her dress up to the small of her back, hooking her thumbs
into the opaque plainness of her mauve colored panties and pulled them down
and askew to her mid thighs.  Navarre eyed the precious cargo of her curvy
ass that had filled the panties so gloriously.

   He took his right thumb and smeared a glob of gel on his thumb before
gently wedging it into the starburst of her asshole.  Superb tightness
gripped his thumb as he slowly worked it into her bunghole.  The tight
channel strangling his second knuckle of his thumb.

   Navarre speared two or three more globs of gel over her anal pucker,
lubricating the tiny hairs growing to within a 16th of an inch of the tight
hole.

   He stood now, his trousers puddled at his feet and his shirt and doctors
smock removed, he nuzzled his trim cock up to her ass and wormed it in. 
Beginning to hunch immediately into her heated depths.

   Simone's meaty ass jiggled wantonly with his thrust between her pale
white cheeks, her thighs rippling from his impacts.  It was not her first
anal experience and she turned on after just three minutes or so of
penetration.

   Chalet in Louis Blanc, 1955 Denton fucked into the juicy 17-year-old on
hands and knees now as he drilled into her from behind, while Sister
Suzanne lay beneath Aimee licking and tormenting her nipples.  Leclerc
kneeled near her face getting tantalizing licks and sucks from her
voracious mouth.

   The juicy inner lips of Aimee's tight cunt gripped Denton in ecstatic
ripples of pleasure as she played her forefinger over the nubbin of her
clitoris.  Her sweaty pussy hairs speckled with the silver glint of her
perspiration and girl sap which had been stirred by the vigorous fucking.

   On his final lunge when his orgasm struck, Father Denton yanked his cock
from her sump splashing gelatinous dollops and spurts of his bleachy cum
all over her back and Suzanne arms and legs.

   The pretty girl had come herself several times so now all that lacked
completion was Father Leclerc to reach orgasm.  As Aimee began to teasingly
suck and jerk his cock it was but a matter of time.  **Fiction to be
Continued**