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Tell me what you think of this, please.

This is a work of fiction that may include incest, under-age sex, paedophiliac
sex
and/or bestiality. If any of these offend you, are illegal in your location or
if you are
under the age of majority in your location, STOP IMMEDIATELY and do NOT read
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"ANGLOPHILE??: ME?"
© 1995 by Jules Chavrien 
All rights reserved
 I was twenty-two or twenty-three.  I'm not really sure if I had yet had my
birthday that year, but I know I had been in France less than a full year.  The
French
people I had met, had displayed their legendary, insufferable, snobbishness,
and as an
American Soldier on their soil, I had met more than a tourist's share of snubs.
 This
was so common, that we soldiers had been encouraged to NOT wear our uniforms,
off
duty. I was anticipating my first leave, and my first opportunity to leave
France, with
more than the usual eagerness.  I had decided on London, as my destination of
choice.  I was tired of having my best efforts to accommodate the French, by
speaking
their language, meet with ill concealed derision, and incomprehension, feigned
or real.  
The train trip to Paris, from Orléans, where I was stationed, passed quickly
enough,
and the taxi ride to Orly was only expectedly traumatic.  It was only at the
departure
gate, that things began to look up, and my furlough began to acquire the
texture that
one's first leave, in a foreign country, should have.
With an hour to kill, I made it a point to survey my fellow passengers, and see
if there were any that I might enjoy spending a few minutes talking to.   Since
my
paranoia about missing the flight, had brought me there so early, there weren't
many
people around, and I settled on a young man, of about my age, as a likely
subject to
talk with.  His clothing said "French", but I had discovered that the younger
people
were much less inclined to be unpleasant, so I approached, and introduced
myself.  He
was, indeed, French, with much better English, than I had fractured French.  He
said
his name was Jules, and that he "had twenty-two years".  This was his first
trip to
London too, and we speculated on how we would like it.   As we sat in "Le
Cafe",
drinking our "cafe au lait" and talking, we were approached by a young woman,
attracted by our using English.  After we had reassured her that she was,
indeed, at
the right gate, for the flight to London, she accepted our invitation to join
us, and
introduced herself as Hadassah Revitsky, from New York City, on her first trip
abroad.   She had flown into Paris five days before, and was going to spend her
last
week in London, where they "almost speak English".  
"Call me Haddy.  The other is too much of a mouthful for anybody"
On my several trips to Paris, with a buddy, I had found that about the only
people I ever met were Americans, attracted by our speaking English, who longed
for
relief, from the struggle to operate in French, among people who didn't seem to
want
to understand.  I'd met several nice American girls that way, but I was
interested in
meeting some natives, and that didn't seem to be happening.   When Haddy had
her
"cafe", and Jules and I had our second round in front of us, we continued our
speculation about the next few days,  in a country none of us had been to.  As
we sat
and talked, and laughed, another young woman came to our table, and asked in
English, if we were American.  We answered "Two out of three. Where are you
from?" 
"I'm from Israel and my name is Yasmine."
Haddy asked, "Are you Jewish too?"
"No. Everyone in Israel isn't Jewish, you know."
These things out of the way, we invited her to sit with us, until time to
board. 
She agreed, and we were having a great time, laughing at our experiences, in a
foreign
country.  Even Jules had some tales to tell, of his trips to The Netherlands,
on school
Holidays.   By the time we were called, to board the plane, for the 40 minute
flight to
Heathrow, we had agreed to spend the next week seeing London together.  During
the flight, it came out that none of us had hotel reservations.  This may not
seem like
much, but we weren't scheduled to land in England until 1 AM, and in those
days,
the hotels closed and locked their doors at 11 PM, until sometime in the
morning.  
Not that any of us knew that. 
Haddy was only nineteen, and had straight blond hair to her shoulders, blue
eyes and a cute button of a nose that tilted up a bit at the end.  Her figure
was just a
pound or two on the plumps side of fashionable.  Her Slavic heritage showed, in
the
broadness of her brow, and silkiness of her hair.  She and Jules seemed to hit
it off
immediately, and were seated with their heads together, laughing softly at
something
one of them said.  
Yasmine and I, in the seat behind them, grinned at each other, when we
noticed their rapport.  She told me she was twenty, lived in Tel Aviv, and was
a
student at the university, majoring in English.  Her black curly hair and green
eyes
could have, except for her dark skin, been found in any of the bogs of Ireland,
or
streets of Dublin.  Even the crucifix around her neck, didn't place her in the
mid-east. 
She was short.  Probably not more than 5' 2", and built like a typical American
teen-
ager.  A little coltish, with small, perky breasts, and hips more like a boy's
than one
would have expected, in a girl from the middle east.  Her clear skin was no
darker
than one could find on a California beach, in mid summer.  I looked more
Semitic
than she, with my brown hair, brown eyes, hooked nose, and weather darkened
skin,
from my outdoor military activities, of the last four years.  
When the plane landed at Heathrow, we were met by mist, and a down-pour. 
Luckily, we were all prepared for the rain, that England was so famous for. 
Yasmine's
Israeli passport delayed her at immigration, and the three of us waited outside
the
arrival gate, discussing our options.  Jules suggested that we go to an area
called
"Queensway" where, he had been told, there were many inexpensive hotels, that
catered to young tourists.  We had decided to save some money by sharing rooms,
Jules and me in one, and Haddy and Yasmine in another.  Both Jules and I were
agreed, that we would try to modify that arrangement, as soon as possible.  
After ten minutes, or so, Yasmine joined us with her luggage, and we found
our way to the bus, that would take us into Central London.  Being, as we were,
from
Chicago, New York, Paris and Tel Aviv; we were amazed at how dark and deserted
Central London was at only 2 AM.  The rain had tapered off to a light drizzle
and the
fog had settled in more heavily.  After receiving directions, we set off on
foot, the 3/4
of a mile to our destination.  The tone of the whole week, for me, was set on
that walk
to "Queensway".  As we set our bags down to rest our arms, we were treated to
what I
had thought, was an invention of the fiction writers, I had read as a child. 
The fog
was parted by a uniformed figure, walking down "the wrong side of the street",
with a
lantern (albeit electric) in his hand, followed closely by a red, double
decked, bus.  As
we watched in amazement, they both disappeared into the mist in, what seemed,
only
a couple seconds.  I had thought that this procedure was an invention of A.
Conan
Doyle, and was delighted to see that he had drawn it from life.  I could see,
in my
mind's eye, a horse-drawn hansom cab following that lantern, instead of a two
story,
red, motor-bus.
The first Hotel we got to was an harbinger of things to come.  On the front
door was a sign, saying "Tenants Only!  This door is locked from 11 PM until 6
AM." 
It was a distinct disappointment, as we were all tired, and looking forward to
a bed
and sleep.  After five more replays of this scenario, we found a convenient
curb-stone
and sat, to talk over our options.  We were at the point of deciding to find a
couple
comfortable park benches, for the remainder of the night, when a huge, black,
taxi
pulled up to our feet.  A gray head poked out and a gravelly, Cockney voice
asked
"Are you all right loves?  'Op in before you drown out there."  We were
grateful for
the opportunity, and scrambled quickly into the back of that beautiful black
car.  We
explained our predicament to "Albert", as he had told us his name was.  As we
sat
there steaming up the window, Albert took of his cap and scratched his head:
"Well, loves, I don't know of an 'otel that'll open up for you right now.  I'm
going past my flat, so you can doss down at my place.  I'll come back at eight,
when I
get off work,  and take you to a place you'll like, right near here.  You talk
it over,
while I stretch my legs."
Haddy was the first to speak, from her New York background. "I don't trust
this guy!  He might be a rapist, or "Jack the Ripper".
"Maybe he's just a nice guy.  Even in Chicago we have some of those.  Besides,
there're four of us and he's got to be 60 years old.  How much of a threat can
he be. 
We'll just be careful, until we're sure he's O.K.  Jules or I'll stay behind
him all the
time, until he leaves us alone, or we feel comfortable."
" 'D'accord'.  I agree with Arthur.  Let's take advantage of his offer.  We
don't
want to stay out all night, in this weather, ."
" 'D'accord, Jules! Porquoi non?'  We don't have a lot of other options. I
believe Albert is all right, just a generous man, trying to help out some
strangers." 
Yasmine summed up.
Albert returned to the cab, and settled himself in the front seat. "Well,
what's
the word?  Am I going to have boarders, for the night?"
"Thanks, Albert. We'll be very grateful, for the help.",  Yasmine answered, for
us all.
The flat was on the ground floor, somewhere on the other side of town. To
this day, 40 years later, I don't know where.  Albert showed us in and made
tea,
showing us around his three rooms, while the kettle heated.   When we were
settled at
the table, with tea and "biscuits" in front of us, Albert took his leave, with
a wave,
saying "Ta, loves.  I'll be back at "half-eight" to take you to an 'otel."  As
soon as he
left, we grabbed our cups, and started to explore the flat in more detail,
looking at the
photos of Albert in his World War I uniform, and in the country, with his
grand-
children.  I recognized a couple medals, in a frame on the bedroom wall, while
the
girls tested the mattress, for firmness.  When we got back to the kitchen,  the
girls
cleaned up the dishes, put away the cups and "biscuit" tin, then told Jules and
me
that they were going to use the bed, and we could take the parlor. 
The girls went to the bedroom, and closed the door, as Jules and I made
ourselves ready for the night, in the parlor.  We tossed for the sofa, and it
fell to Jules,
so I slumped into a large armchair, with a blanket over my legs, as Jules sank,
with a
sigh, onto the small sofa, and pulled his blanket over himself.  It wasn't long
'til the
noises from the bedroom stopped, and the only sounds were those from the
traffic,,
on the street, as I drifted off to sleep.
In the bedroom, the first thing Haddy did was to jam a straight chair under
the door-knob.  Yasmine lay on the bed, and laughed softly.  "Who are you
afraid of,
Jules or Arthur?
"Neither one, Yasmine. I'm worried about Albert. What if he sneaks back, 
while the boys are asleep?  He could creep in and kill them both, without our
ever
knowing,  until he was in here with us.  What do we know about him, really?"  
Haddy turned to the easy chair in the corner, and, reaching to her side,
unbuttoned
and unzipped her skirt, stepping out of it, and laying it carefully over the
back of the
chair.  She turned back toward the bed, unbuttoning her blouse, and caught
Yasmine's eyes, fastened hungrily to her body.  With a shrug, she got out of
her
blouse, and turned to put it on the chair arm.  As she bent over, to slip out
of her
sneakers, her vulva thrust back between her legs, mounding under her panties. 
Between her knees, she saw Yasmine smile, as she ran her tongue over her lips. 

As Haddy slipped under the covers, Yasmine rose and went to the chair to
undress.  Her one piece dress had a zipper, down the center of her back.  She
reached
behind herself, to grasp the tab, thrusting out her breasts and ass, as she
strained to
reach it.  Facing toward the bed, she returned Haddy's smile, and licked her
lips
again.  She slowly rolled the dress down to her hips, pushed it down to her
thighs,
raised her knees to step out of it, and  turned to put it on the chair.   Hands
on hips,
she kicked off her loafers, and walked to the bed, pulled back the covers, and
slipped
in beside Haddy.   Rolling on her side, she reached an arm over to grip Haddy's
shoulder,  and pull her toward herself.  When they were face to face, she
craned
forward, and pressed her lips hard against the pair directly in front of her,
breathing
hard through her nose, holding the contact for three long breaths.  Haddy's arm
went
over Yasmine's waist, and pulled her hips tight to her own.  The warmth of
their
groins mingled, under the covers, wafting their aromas up to their nostrils. 
Yasmine
was the first to break contact:  
"Tomorrow, Haddy!  In our room, when the boys are in theirs, we'll have
more time and privacy.  Let's go to sleep now."  Still entwined, arms and now
legs,
they soon drifted to sleep, breast to breast and groin to groin.
*     *     *
The girls were in the kitchen, just putting the last touches on breakfast, when
Albert let himself in the front door.  Jules and I were still asleep in the
parlor, but
soon woke, to the sounds of laughter, coming from the kitchen.  We went in to
see
what was going on, and were delighted to find that the girls had gotten over
their
distrust of Albert, and were doing something to repay him for his hospitality. 
After
breakfast Albert wouldn't let us clean up, but insisted he take us to our
hotel, in his
cab.  He had stopped, and made reservations for us, before coming home, to wake
us
up.   At the hotel, we said good-bye to Albert, and made him take a generous
tip,
over and above his fare, despite his protestations.
At the hotel desk, I approached, and asked for my reservation.  As I signed in,
and filled out the card, Yasmine and Jules were speaking French in the
background,
and Haddy stood at my elbow, waiting for her turn to register, for the two
girls. 
When I had finished, and gotten directions to the room, the clerk looked at
Jules and
said, in perfect French: "Et vous, M'sieur. Sil vous plait."  Haddy looked at
me, with a
grin, and nodded firmly.  I grinned back, and stood aside, with a wink at
Jules, for
him to register.  Haddy went to Yasmine, and whispered in her ear.  A wide
smile
blossomed on Yasmine's face, and she broke into hearty laughter.  She came to
me,
and whispered to me: "You can't fight fate, Arthur.  It looks like we are
sharing a
room.  I'm sure Jules and Haddy won't mind, right Mon Cher?"
"Mais oui, Mignon! Vous avez d'raison." I said in my, less than perfect,
French.  Jules and I grinned like fools and the girls giggled, as we followed
the boy up
the stairs to our rooms, Jules and I, each with a key dangling in our hand. 
Our rooms
were separated by several others, and both facing onto Hyde Park, across the
street. 
Happily, the English were not, yet, furnishing every room with two beds.  Mine
(and
Yasmine's)  held only one huge, four-poster, double.  A curtain in one corner
hid a
toilet, wall mounted sink and a bidet.  A large armoire, a table with two
chairs and a
dresser completed the furnishings.  
Yasmine lifted her bag on top of the dresser, and opened the armoire, to hang
some of her clothing in it.  I watched from the bed, as she finished at the
armoire, and
began to put lingerie, and other small items, into one of the dresser drawers. 
She
spread a few cosmetics on the dresser top, and closed her bag, turning, to
slide it
under the bed.  This done, she flopped down beside me, with a sigh of relief. 
I
reached for her, and she slapped my hand away gently:  "Later, Arthur.  We've
got all
week.  Let's build up some anticipation, for what we know is coming."
"O.K, O.K.," I said, leaning over, and placing a quick kiss on her warm, soft,
lips.  "I'm looking forward to later."  I went to the dresser, and copied
Yasmine's
moves, emptying my bag, and putting it next to hers, under the bed.  As I put
my
skivvies in a drawer, I picked out a filmy something in yellow, and turned to
Yasmine. 
"I'll expect to take you out of these with my teeth, later, honey!" I said,
smiling evilly
at her.  Her wicked grin told me I hadn't disappointed her.  
I stripped off my shirt, went to the sink with my shaving gear, and lathered my
face, to get rid of the light bristle, of the last 24 hours.  A soft hand fell
on my
shoulder, and Yasmine turned me, and pushed me down on the toilet, taking the
razor out of my hands, and tilting my head back, to start shaving my neck.  Her
soft
hands, and gentle touch, were erotic, to the point of giving me an erection,
that
pulsed inside my pants, and had me touching any part of her I could reach.  I
finally
took my hands away, when hers began to tremble so much, I was afraid she would
cut
me.  When she was finished shaving me, she took a warm wash cloth, and
carefully
wiped off the last of the lather, held my face between her hands, leaned
forward and
placed her lips on mine, opening her lips to welcome my tongue, as it crept
forward to
meet hers.  When we finally broke our kiss, she pushed me toward the bed, with
a
laugh,  and said "Get dressed.  We're going sightseeing," and pulled the
curtain across
the plumbing alcove.  I went to the armoire and pulled out clean jeans and a
fresh
shirt and underwear.  As I changed into my fresh clothes I could hear Yasmine
peeing
behind the curtain, and eventually, the flushing noise, of an old fashioned,
high tank
toilet.  When she came out, she was wearing the yellow panties I had shown her
earlier, and a matching bra, carrying her other clothing over her arm.  She
avoided
my reach, as she went to the dresser, and got out her own jeans and a knit
shirt, in a
yellow that matched her lingerie.  When we both had our shoes on, we left the
room,
and walked, arm in arm, down the hall, to Jules' and Haddy's room.  As I went
to
knock, Yasmine stopped me, and silently laid her ear against the door, with a
finger to
her lips.  She turned to me, and took my arm, to lead me down the hall, saying:
"They're busy.  We'll leave a message at the desk for them."
The clerk at the desk gave us a sheet of paper, and a pen, and assured us he
would catch "M'seur and Madam" on the way out, and give them the note.
*     *     *
Jules and Haddy entered their room and turned to face each other, dropping
their bags beside their feet.  They went into each other's arms, and kissed,
molding
their bodies to one another.  Their tongues fought the good fight, in each
other's
mouths, as their hands roved up and down their backs and asses.  Jules' hands
worked Haddy's skirt up her back until both his hand were grasping her silk
covered
ass, his hands working their way into the crack, and down toward her pussy.  As
soon
as she felt his hands move to the under curve of her ass, she gave a little
spring up in
the air, and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her pudenda against
his belly,
feeling his erection press against her mons, forcing her moisture through the
fabric of
her panties.  Twined together, Jules staggered to the bed with Haddy, and fell
upon
her.  After a while they rolled apart, and stared at each other, smiling. 
Jules reached
out a hand, and gently touched her ear, stroking the lobe, and the tender skin
below
it.  He leaned toward her, and blew softly on the sensitive back of her neck,
stirring
the fine golden hairs there.   Every hair that moved, sent a tingle to her
groin.   She
stirred restlessly, wishing he would move faster, even while wanting him to
stay with
what he was doing, at that moment.  Jules lapped gently at her throat, then
pulled
away to breath on the dampness he had spread.   Her hands went to the buttons
of
her blouse, opening them, and spreading the cloth, to expose her chest to his
lips and
exhalations.  He took her lead, and moved down, as she opened herself to him. 
She
raised her chest to his lips, as she reached behind her back, to unhook her
bra, and
free her wanting breasts to his attentions.  She took his hair in her hand, and
raised
his face from her chest, as she pushed her bra up to her shoulders, then pulled
him
down to her now naked breast.  
The pads of his fingers tapped lightly on the distended nipple  of one breast,
while his lips and tongue teased the other.  Haddy lifted her hips, pushed her
bunched up skirt down over her hips and kicked it onto the floor, exposing her
drenched panties, to Jules' exploring hands and mouth.  He covered her body
with
kisses, and light breaths on the wetness spread by his tongue.  When his lips
reached
her cloth covered mound, he opened them wide, and sucked her aroma into his
mouth, with the moisture that was seeping through.  He inhaled deeply, the
perfume
of her core, and moaned with the lust it inspired in him.   Moving down her
legs, he
continued his mouthing and kissing until he reached the soles of her feet. They
responded to his mouth by curling up tight, her toes clenching tight into
themselves. 
Jules sucked one toe into his mouth, and mouthed it thoroughly, before turning
her
over and resuming his meander, up the back of her legs, concentrating on the
tender
skin at the back of her knees as he got to it.  As he neared her buttocks, he
reached
ahead of himself, to grasp her panties and pull them down.  He tossed them to
the
floor, and proceeded to lick and kiss her ass, licking between the globes,
closer and
closer to the brown ring, as she spread her legs, and reached behind herself to
spread
her cheeks.
"Oh, qu'el que'ta" he mumbled, as his tongue skipped lightly over her anus,
and gently insinuated itself between the lips of her pussy.  She forced his
face from
between her legs, by closing them carefully, turned over on her back, and
spread her
legs again, for his mouth to resume it's worship of her pussy.  As his tongue
collected
the juices flowing from her, her moans increased in volume, and it must have
been at
this time that Yasmine was applying her ear to the door.  
Jules reached for one of Haddy's hands and placed it on her own pussy, then
rose next to the bed, and removed his clothes, freeing his erection, to wave in
front of
him, as he approached the bed again.  Haddy's free hand grasped his prick, and
pulled
it toward her mouth, as he returned to the bed.  She stared curiously at his
un-
circumcised prick. He straddled her chest, and her mouth engulfed him, her
tongue
twirling around and around the glans, and insinuating itself into the tip. 
When she
had thoroughly wet his prick, from base to tip, she pushed him away, and down
between her legs, her hand guiding the tip of him to the lips of her pussy,
holding the
loose skin back from it, as she raised her legs and wrapped them around him,
pulling
him into herself, to his full length.  She gasped, as she felt the whole of him
inside
herself, stretching her void to it's largest ever.  "Oh yes!!!" she said, as he
withdrew his
full length, and brutally re-impaled her, with the full length of his rigid
prick.  "Oh
God!!...Oh Yes!!!...Oh God", as he pumped his rigid prick in and out of her
saturated
pussy, the length of it rubbing her clitoris as it slid back and forth with his
motion. 
Her legs gripped and relaxed, in time to his movements, the lips of her pussy
gripping
him tightly, until she quivered, and screamed out his name, "Jules!!..fuck
me...fuck
me... I'm coming!!!"  With several final, forceful, strokes Jules spouted his
juice, deep
into her flooded pussy, making it overflow, out and around his churning prick,
and
her grasping lips.  He relaxed onto her breasts, rolled the two of them onto
their sides
and, still embedded deeply inside her, kissed her firmly, and leaned back to
smile
fondly..."Je t'adore, Haddy. Tu es  mangnifique!"
They lay, relaxed and sated, in each others arms, as they drifted into sleep,
her
nether lips gripping him firmly, as their mingled juices oozed out of her, onto
their
legs and the bed.
*     *     *
 Yasmine and I crossed Queensway, and wandered hand in hand, through
Hyde Park, watching the people and activities as we went.  She was a lifesaver
to me,
literally, as she had pulled me back, out of the path of a car, coming from the
wrong
place, as we stepped into the street.  Being from Tel Aviv, she was used to the
British
system of traffic, and had glanced in the right direction for hazards, while I,
naturally,
did it wrong.  As we meandered toward Marble Arch, where our note had asked the
others to meet us, we exchanged more information about our lives and desires,
not
the least of which, was our desire for each other.  Her frankness about how
much she
wanted me, and what she wanted us to do, had me so hard I was having difficulty
walking normally.  We noticed several couples lying under trees, locked in
close
embrace, with no noticeable disapproval from passers-by.  I picked a likely
tree, and
led Yasmine to it, pulling her down onto the ground, on top of me, fastening my
lips
to hers, and pulling her crotch into mine, pressing my hardness into her mound,
grinding it firmly against her.  When I noticed the sun rising high, in the
cloudy sky, I
helped Yasmine up, and we headed more quickly toward the Arch, and our noon
rendezvous with Jules and Haddy.  When we arrived at the Arch, we found a bench
with a good view of those approaching, from the direction of our hotel, and
watched
for the others, with our arms around each other.
*     *     *
The other two spotted us first, probably because we had our lips fastened to
each other's, at the time.  There was a little awkwardness, bringing each other
up to
speed, on our mornings.  More on their part, than ours, of course. We found a
small
"Tea Shoppe", in a nearby street, for lunch; and spent the afternoon wandering
the
park, and surrounding areas, for glimpses of the Monuments and sites we had
heard
of all our lives.  Around mid-afternoon we found Trafalgar Square, stopped at a
kiosk
to buy tickets for a show that evening, and spent the rest of the day wandering
through the "British Museum".   Around dusk, the girls started agitating, to
return to
the hotel so they could "get dressed for the theatre", so we found an
information
booth, and, following their instructions, caught a red double decked bus home,
and
went into our respective rooms. 
In our room, Yasmine and I undressed to our underwear, and put on our
robes, to go down the hall to the communal bathroom and the giant iron tub,
standing there on four claw legs.  With the door carefully locked, we hung our
robes
on the hooks provided, and stood admiring each other's bodies.  The sight of
her, in
her yellow bra and panties, caused my prick to strain against my shorts,
tenting them
out in front of me, and drawing Yasmine's eyes down to my crotch.  Pulling her
eyes
away, she turned to the tub, and bent over to adjust the water.  I walked up
behind
her and pressed my erection to her ass, and her pussy, where they humped under
the
cloth of her panties.  
"Wait, Arthur.  Just a few minutes, honey!" she said, as she turned to her robe
and removed a square packet from the pocket.  Returning to the tub, she poured
the
powder from the packet, into the stream of water.  As the bubbles boiled up,
she
turned to me and raised her lips to mine, molding her body to me, wrapping her
arms
around my hips, to hold my erection tight to her belly.  I could feel her
breasts against
the head of my prick, as it peeped out from under the elastic band of my
shorts.  My
hands went to the hooks at the back of her bra, to undo them, and free her
breasts to
my touch.  
She took her lips from mine and said, "I thought you were going to use your
teeth?  Well??"  
I knelt in front of her and bit the side strap of her bra, pulling it around in
front of her as she shrugged the strap off her shoulder.  As I kept on pulling,
it fell
from her body, exposing a pair of tender rounded mounds, capped by large pink ,
aureoles surrounding erect nubbly nipples.  I took one in my mouth, and bit
down
gently on it, licking the tip held in my teeth, back and forth from side to
side.  
"Oh yes, Arthur!  That feels so good."  I opened my teeth, sucked as much of
her breast as possible into my mouth, and licked all of it thoroughly, before
backing
away and blowing lightly, on the wetness shining on her breast, and aureole. 
When I
had done the same thing to her other breast, she pulled me to my feet, knelt in
front
of me, and quickly pulled my trunks down to my ankles, opening her lips and
sucking
my prick deeply into her mouth.  Her tongue swirled rapidly around the head and
ridge, with several excursions into the tip.  When I felt the tightness grab my
balls, I
pushed her head away, and pulled her to her feet, sinking to my knees in front
of her. 
I fastened my mouth to her silk covered mound and sucked the fabric into my
mouth,
bringing with it her aroma and juices, and the crisp texture of her bush. 
Taking the
fabric in my teeth, I pulled her panties down to her knees and raised my head
to her
naked crotch.  End Part 1
Sailor@ocean.bottom

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