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 Simone's Travels 8 Med Com Compound, Navarre's Office Navarre was literally
basting Simone's anal tunnel.  The gel now greasily mixed with his pre-cum,
her sweat and ass juice.  It streaked his cock obscenely each time he
withdrew from her ass.

   She worked her left hand between her legs and strummed her juicy clit
while working the right into her dress bodice to tweak and tease her plump
nipples.  "Ohh yes it gooood.  Pump me Dr.  Navarre." She growled out.

   His spike reamed into the pocket of her bowels generating fullness and
friction to her inner g-spot as she rubbed her self.  Navarre felt his pole
soften slightly and decided he needed and extra kick to restore his
erection.

   He pulled from her ass slowly and stepped around to stand near her face.
Swooping her hair behind her ears nudged his cock toward her lips.  Simone
for her part eased her right hand over his to steady the cock and started
sucking it.

   He held her head back down and leaned over her, wiping his spongy,
secretion-drenched prick all over her pretty face.  Simone whimpered.  She
let him rub it over her eyes and nose and cheeks and lips, licking at it
every time it passed her mouth.  "MMMMMM!" Simone sighed, her pink tongue
snaking out to clean her moist smeared lips.

   "You beautiful bitch!" Navarre exclaimed as he fed his rising organ into
her eagerly receiving mouth.  "You were born to excite men." His eyes
sparkled lustfully seeing her ignore the bedewed grease on his slender cock
and suck with the same gusto as if he just stepped from a bath tub.  "Aww
yesss!" he hissed as he looked at her gladly lick and suck every inch of
his cock, her pink tongue lapping.

   Louis Blanc Chalet, 1955 Aimee firmly sucked, her tongue licking along
the huge vein on the underneath of Leclerc's cock.  The man groaned, his
hands moving to her head.  "Suck my cock!  That feels sooooo good, you
pretty girl!  Oooohhhhhh, I can't wait to cream your mouth.  Keep sucking,
you sweet girl!" Leclerc husked out almost reaching his climax.

   For Aimee, the sheer depravity of having stripped naked and sucking on
her cleric's dick after being spanked and fucked by another cleric excited
her immensely.  And having him talk to her so dirty made her feel wickedly
excited too!  She had long ago learned men loved seeing girls and women
perform.  She put her little 17-year-old hand between his legs and as she
sucked his cock, she gently toyed with his balls.  She had heard Simone say
that guys went nuts when a girl did that.

   Father Denton came and stood near the excited Leclerc "Suck his bollocks
tart!" He curtly ordered her, his sated cock hanging limply.  She was
surprised by his urgent order, but she opened her mouth and slurped
Leclerc's balls inside, his wet shaft pressed alongside her nose and
forehead leaving strings of saliva and pre-cum.  She filled her mouth with
spit, and began teasing his balls with her tongue.

   The wet sound of flesh slapping together filled the den.  Denton looked
at the girl, loving to see her eyes jerk around, not focusing on anything,
her mouth open and the harsh sound of air rushing in and out of her lungs
as she worked her mouth on his friend's balls.

   Aimee's entire world was assaulted by the strong masculine scent of the
men.  Their male sweat and dick sap covered her like a shroud.

   Watching her perform caused his damp gnarled cock to inflate.  It wasn't
every-day he got to see such a lewd performance from someone so young and
sweet looking.  Sister Suzanne saw the hardening cock from the corner of
her eye and quickly crawled to the floor and began sucking him anew.  She
sank her mouth back onto the thick pink cock and began making moaning
sounds deep in her throat, her mouth awash in the taste of his and Aimee's
mingled juices.

   Leclerc lustfully enjoyed seeing the blood engorged nipples of Aimee's
perspiration moistened breasts as she stretched her slender neck forward
like an infant bird yearning hungrily for his balls and cock.  He suddenly
gushed as his pent-up orgasm struck.

   "Splurt, sploosh, Pssft." Three wet, oily dollops of opaque white cum
pulsed from Leclerc's cock across the girl's face.  The second one shooting
fiercely across her left eye and hooking in her brunette hair line.

   Aimee was just barely able to get her eye closed before the rush of cum
crossed her pretty eyelash.  Her tongue never wavered though from slurping
on his fat balls.  Sister Suzanne glanced longingly at the wet splotches
adorning the pretty girl's face as she continued sucking Father Denton.

   The evening supper was a mild affair by Father Denton's standards,
however he had more entertainment in store.  Father Leclerc had prepared
and fed all present an extraordinary cordon bleu from a recipe from his
home province.

   The females were forbidden to fully dress for supper.  They were allowed
only to bathe and change into clean panties and camisole tops.  Sister
Suzanne's was nearly obscene in its see-through lace form with a shortened
waist matching her white lace step in panties.  Aimee was a virtual
statement of juvenile tarty behavior, she wore a pink camisole that came
down to the full seat of her pink panties.

   After supper Leclerc made the females strip to only their panties and
herded them into the master bedroom.  There Denton waited with several
coils of rope and fine straw twine of the sort used to wrap a package just
purchased at a village market.

   Aimee and Sister Suzanne were then forced to sit at the foot of the bed
their knees tied together barely touching each other and their legs
extending through the brass railings of the footboard.

   Father Denton securely tied both females' hands behind their backs. 
Their hair swept up into a central ponytail like a Samurai warrior, putting
their lovely faces on full display.  He then bound their lush tits.  The
nipples were tied with twine and secured to their necks, further tied to
their wrist and the bedframe thus allowing two perhaps three inches of
reach for their mouths over the bed's brass footrail.  It was almost a
medieval form of predicament bondage, certainly a British form.  He wore
only a pair of black gabardine slacks and black leather gloves.  But what
he held in hand made him frightening to the females.  His right hand held a
thin birch switch and he began to lightly but steadily tap Suzanne's tits
while standing before Aimee with his engorged cock exposed.

   Aimee needed no invitation to suck cock when she saw Sister Suzanne
reaction to the switch's bite.  She dove onto Denton's cock, polishing the
first three inches lewdly with her tongue.

   Sister Suzanne writhed wantonly, her tongue lolling from her mouth as
she tried to reach her face over to Denton's cock eager to suck to avoid
the blows of the switch.

   Father Leclerc lounged over in an easy chair wearing a light summer robe
leisurely stroking his fat dick while he watched the show, cock sap
dribbling down his knuckles as he jerked himself off.

   "So, you want to suck now to avoid the switch eh tart?" Denton pestered
the older woman as he thrilled nastily from Aimee's enthusiastic suckling.

   After two minutes, he abruptly moved his cock to the blonde and began
rhythmic tapping of Aimee's lush orbs.  Suzanne's face swooped like a baby
bird grasping a worm from the mother bird.  Her long neck worked with the
exertions of her sucking as her flushed cheeks hollowed and hollowed again
as she struggled to get sustenance from his fleshy rod.

   Aimee's face twisted with a grimace of pain as she tried to reach in
vain to suck the cock again as the switch taps increased with mere flicks
of his wrist.  Her eyes tearfully rolled into her head, saliva spritzing
from the corner of her mouth.  She barely makes out in her blurred vision
the image of Sister Suzanne now gleefully sucking and licking Denton's
juicy 8-inch cock.

   "Yes-s-s-s, take back the sinful lust that you have awakened slut," the
cleric said with a groan as Suzanne's lips met the prickly cushion of his
spit matted pubic hair.

   The tormented Aimee whined in masochistic glee, "Ahn ahn ...aww, aww"
from the heated strokes of the switch as her tongue hung from her mouth
reaching for the cock of Denton, her eyes darting pleadingly over at Father
Leclerc's hard throbbing manhood.

   Leclerc and Denton both thrilled at the depravity of the once pure
teenager as they stared at her with her sinful images burned into their
brain.

   "Please, give it to me, please, please give me...cock sir!", the poor
teenager whined out loud.  Her fat juicy labia leaking pungent girl sap
that both men could smell in all its rank spiciness.

   Med Com Compound Navarre's Office The following days after his anal sex
tryst were torture for Navarre while Dr.  Moreau was at Bin Slimane for a
duty clinic.  Knowing he could access all her intimate charms put the
criminal doctor in a perpetual state of rut.  He was eager all the time to
bed the intern.

   Navarre had set the entire trip up for Simone to get to Casablanca where
she would be a guest of Cyril Gaspard and his wife Halad.  Gaspard was the
Political Economics Officer in the Embassy who worked directly for the
French Ministry of Economy and Finance.  Navarre through quiet spying of
the social scene in Rabat and Casablanca had learned Gaspard and his Arabic
wife possessed intense desires for lustful ménage a trois encounters with
other Europeans.  But due to the sensitiveness of his assignment their
opportunities for swinging dates were limited in FFNA.  Navarre intended to
change that with voluptuous Dr.  Simone Moreau, as he needed to get his
hooks into Gaspard.

   Navarre intended to get himself appointed to a tertiary position on a
Poli-Econ working group operating in North Africa that wielded significant
financial and political power.  It was his goal to get inside information
that was classified at France's highest levels that which rumored to be at
the heart of France's continued interest in Morocco, Western Sahara and
Mali.

   Leaks within the French government showed there was unclaimed gold and
jewels looted by the Nazis in Africa during World War 2 that were hidden in
southern Morocco near Sidi Ifni on the coast.  When the Germans realized
they were losing the war in 1944 they sent a commando team to retrieve the
loot but the operation was thwarted by Arab and allied forces.

   Navarre wanted membership on the working group to get access to
information.  As his smuggling empire grew he hoped to return as a private
citizen after retirement and fund his own hunt for the long-buried
treasure.

   French Embassy Rabat Auditorium, Country Orientation for French Families
The honey blonde Yvette Dusault sat among a dozen other French military and
diplomatic wives in the briefing.  Many sat bolt upright with eager
enthusiasm while a few like Yvette fidgeted in their seats with bored
expressions on their faces.

   One of the warnings given to the wives was to avoid the Bin Omar Kasbah
or market place which was a red-light district frequented by working class
Arabs and of course French troops.

   It was just the place for a bored military wife to find excitement or
trouble.  As soon as they were dismissed for the day, rather than head back
to her guest quarters, Yvette jauntily headed for the Embassy gate and
hailed a cab.

   "Bin Omar Kasbah please." She snapped to the taxi driver, who gave her a
whimsical look and simply nodded.  Choosing to not answer in either French
or Arabic.

   The cabbie looked at her several times along the route, each time with
an expression that seemed to say, "Are you sure."

   He finally pulled up to a crowded plaza, showing every item of Arab life
offered for sale in open air fashion.  The lighting was weak and garish on
nearby facades announcing Kino, Cinema, Billiards.  All the simple vices
attractive to the working class.

   The fare was not even 4 Francs.  Yvette simply left a 5 Fr note without
waiting for change.  Her lovely legs flashed as she stepped from the black
cab in her belted floral print dress.

   Yvette walked briskly down the side walk as some of the neon lights were
just illuminating her saucy lush behind swiveling in her dress.  The street
reminded her a bit of the Pigalle Red Light District in Paris suburbs,
except there were no street walking prostitutes which were forbidden by
Moroccan law.

   She was still new and largely unknow in the French compound where she
was billeted and she kept her sunglasses on as she moved through the Kasbah
not really sure where she was going.  Suddenly she saw 3 French soldiers
whose uniform sleeve flash identified them as being in Artillery, cross the
street toward a façade marked `Red Cinema'.

   Ordinarily in an Arab country you would not see blatant displays of
Western decadence but in Bin Omar this Kasbah truly catered to Europeans,
even a few American and South Africans.

   The three soldiers a tall dark corporal of African Mali descent and two
Anglo appearing junior privates trouped into the Cinema followed at a
discreet distance by Madame Dusault.

   The soldiers paid their entry fare and disappeared through a bamboo
beaded curtain into a noisy smoky anteroom with private booths where the
patron could view 8mm European porno movies of every debauchery embraced by
the Europeans and curious Arabs.

   The soldiers split up with the corporal and one white private on the
left and the other browsing on the right.  A dozen doors total held garish
color photos of the preview of the porno movies inside title, with every
door announcing a different movie.  The Cinema was still almost empty for
this time of day with perhaps two or three others besides the soldiers and
Yvette.

   As Yvette paid her fare to enter the Cinema a dusky skinned Arab
explained to her in rapid, but accurate French what the Cinema offered. 
Including at the far end of the Cinema was a small 20 foot by 30-foot room
with 3 circular love seats obviously for any brave couples willing to
venture inside facing a 48-inch wall mounted to screen where apparently a
35mm movie played back a weekly feature pornographic title.  Behind the
love seats were a half dozen rows of soft casual chairs.

   Yvette stayed a discreet distance from the soldiers she had followed and
was about to remove her sunglasses due to the darkened hallway where the
viewing booths were when she saw the lone Artillery soldier come out a
booth and walk to the attendant and pay for an admittance for a viewing in
the circular private theater.

   Yvette kept her glasses on but ambled near enough to hear the price for
the theater and stepped forward snapping down her payment as soon as he
stepped away.

   At the small theater, a ticket taker ushered the soldier into the show
which was already running a grainy German movie showing two couples having
sex in a living room of a nicely furnished home.  The soundtrack all in
German however the French subtitles translated the story line and dialogue
of a suburban couple telling tales of their wife-swapping exploits.

   Bin Slimane Field Clinic Building D.  Moreau was doing the physicals for
the officers at Bin Slimane.  In the typical manner of all things Gallic,
rank had its privileges so Capt Fredric Petain was the first officer to be
examined by the pretty doctor and the Arabic med tech who accompanied
Simone to the outpost.

   She was peering thru her day satchel, a kind of lady's briefcase
checking her schedule for the itinerary she needed to follow down to
Casablanca.  The meeting with Cyril Gaspeau and his Arabic wife Halad
really intrigued her.  She wanted to know how this trip fit into Navarre's
criminal enterprise.  She thought to herself, my Lord the man was the
French Political Economic Minister for French current and former colonial
possessions in North Africa.

   Petain cleared his throat softly as he entered the exam room.  The
talented and polished officer was immaculate in his khaki field uniform as
he stood by almost boyishly holding his medical forms awaiting the pretty
doctor's attention.

   Bin Omar Kasbah, Adult Cinema Yvette stepped into the private showing
theater a minute or so after the soldier, to find they were the only
patrons.  The lovely blonde woman went directly to a seat two rows behind
the soldier, leaving her sunglasses on for the moment.

   Yvette peered at the orgy scene playing out on the screen as she felt
her arousal start to climb.  Her nipples feeling throbby and itchy in the
confines of her bra.  One of the tenets of her immoral conduct was despite
her outward image as confident an affluent Officers wife her actual psyche
was that of a flawed submissive farm girl from the Cherbourg region of
France.  She often got into compromised situations out of her need to be
punished or humiliated before being sexed.

   Yvette was what Americans referred to as corn-fed.  A full figured,
approximately 5 foot 3 160 pounds of demonstrably voluptuous 38C-30-42. 
Her honey blonde hair shimmered even in the darkness of the theater as it
hung just below her soft shoulders.  Like most post-war European women, she
was quite hairy in her pubic region and did not shave there choosing to
keep it somewhat trimmed by scissors from time to time.  Her nipples were
finger-thick and firm much like the end of an unshelled peanut and sat on
her large pale brown areolas.

   Being in the dark with just the soldier and watching the explicit sex on
screen caused her snatch to start creaming.  Likewise, a sensual throbbing
started between her legs, which at first, she crossed and began a slight
rocking and shimmying of her curvy thighs to appease.  Then she decided to
uncross her legs letting them loll open slightly feeling the cooling breeze
from the little air conditioner that hummed from somewhere behind her.

   They sat in silence for 6-7 minutes when the curtain that covered the
entrance parted and the other two soldiers entered the theater joining
their buddy.

   Both of the new soldiers drew up modestly at first upon seeing Yvette
and then proceeded to sit on either side of their cohort, the first
soldier.

   Yvette knew that she was just an anonymous white woman in the private
theater, especially under the guise offered by her sunglasses.  Meanwhile
the orgy steamed on before the movie viewers, with one of the women in the
movie now dually impaled on cock spit-roast style while the second woman
licked the asshole of the man fucking the first woman from behind.

   Yvette was being set on fire by what she saw in the movie.  She glommed
on to the image of the two husbands spit-roast fucking one of the wives. 
Her mind always fertile ground for images of women performing sexually with
a tinge of humiliation involved, such as the wife licking the one husband's
ass.

   The soldiers talked among themselves in muted tones and guffawed about
the lascivious acts on the screen.

   Yvette became even more excited as she watched the woman being double
penetrated trying to resist when the man fucking her cunt from behind tried
to insert his slender cock into her ass.  Yvette would often have strong
fantasies during and between her adulterous affairs that were fueled by a
sense of shame and humiliation.  When her lovers would force her to do anal
or give blow jobs it excited her tremendously.

   She slowly worked her right hand under her dress and began to slowly rub
the crotch of her panties, closing her eyes and shivering from the sensual
thoughts seizing her.

   The Corporal glanced back once from the movie and on seeing Yvette lost
in her reverie, tapped his buddie's shoulders causing them to turn and ogle
the lovely blonde wife.  The soldiers grinned softly then turned back to
the movie decadence on the screen.

   When the Corporal turned a couple moments later, Yvette had her dress
rucked into her lap her fingers of her right hand shoved into the waistband
of her bright pink panties as she glopped her fingers into juicy folds of
her pussy.  Her mouth slightly open and her tongue peeking from her lips.

   The Corporal moved from his seat and went back to the row she occupied
and sat next to her on the left staring intently the entire while.

   Soon the first soldier to enter left his seat and came sat on the right
of Yvette, his eyes greedily watching her guiltily debase herself as he
longed to touch her.

   She struggled to push the filthy fantasy from her mind but the
self-abuse of her pussy felt so good.  She couldn't even open her eyes to
more of the depravity on the screen.  But then the Corporal touched her
shoulder and her mind reeled as she remembered where she was and who she
was.  To be Continued **Fiction**