0 comments/ 39985 views/ 6 favorites A Woman of Passion By: JocelynJoyce A note from the author: Once upon a time I lived in France, an interlude that gave me a special appreciation of many things French, including an admiration of French attitudes toward love and sex. Where else in the world can one find people who spend hours arguing about the fundamental nature of eroticism? So here is a French story, a story of some people in Paris, the City of Light. Germaine Boller was a woman who had risen by strength of purpose to become a successful journalist in Paris. She was now an editor at one of the large daily newspapers. She no longer roamed France as a correspondent, but she was still young and much admired by her colleagues for both her intelligence and her beauty. She was half Algerian, with dark hair and dark eyes and a chic figure the envy of women half her age. For many years she had been the mistress of Albert Kleber, the man who owned the newspaper where she was employed, and although the liaison had certainly assisted Germaine in her career, her attachment to her chief was governed more by pleasure than expedience. For Albert Kleber was a skillful lover, sophisticated and adventurous. Even if these days their passion seemed to have mellowed a bit, Germaine always found an evening with Albert enchanting. Unfortunately, the enchanted evenings were too infrequent for Germaine. She did not blame Albert because after all she was nearly twenty years older than when they had first met. It was understandable that a man's passion might wane. She recognized that his interests may have naturally turned to younger women. She was a realist, priding herself on her direct attitude toward life. Albert still considered her his mistress, as evidenced by the many presents and attentions he bestowed upon her, but Germaine suspected that before long he would no longer demand that she be his and his alone. She had never married, and she had no intention of marrying, but she hoped that after Albert there might be another man of consequence to replace him. She was not certain of it, and at times she felt depressed as she contemplated an unknown future. One day, in the Cafe des Deux Magots on the Left Bank, Germaine encountered Irma, an old friend. They had known each other during Germaine's younger years, when Germaine had lived for a brief time in Bordeaux. Irma had married an apparently successful factory manager, and she now lived in Paris with her husband and son. The reunion of the two women was casual but pleasant, extending longer than either expected. Eventually, as Germaine and Irma sat at the caf‚ table and talked, a young man entered the cafe and approached the table. "Hello, Maman." Irma introduced her son to Germaine. His name was Lucien and he was quite handsome. Germaine, in fact, thought him a beautiful young man, barely twenty, tall, slender, with dark passionate eyes and lips that occasionally curled with a look of half amusement and half arrogance. Irma had been waiting for Lucien, and now that he had arrived, she bade goodby to Germaine with a casual promise to telephone her soon for another meeting. Germaine did not expect her to telephone. Their lives were quite different, and she suspected Irma was not that comfortable with women who had successful careers. Germaine's intuition was correct -- Irma did not telephone. But nearly a month later, as Germaine sat waiting for a friend in a cafe in Montparnasse, a young man approached her table. "Don't you remember me?" he said. It was Lucien, Irma's son. He sat at her table and they chatted awhile. Germaine learned he had developed an interest in a career as a journalist, and they talked of the possibilities. Then Germaine said: "I'm meeting someone here. But why don't you visit me some afternoon when you finish classes at the university. Would you like that?" "Yes!" She gave him her address in the Montmartre district, and they agreed he would come to her apartment the following Wednesday. As he left her, Germaine was again struck by his appearance, his youthful vibrant masculinity. Would he indeed visit her? She hoped he would; she wanted to see him again. He was half her age, but he had maturity in his eyes -- and he had certainly stared at her breasts. Did she dare consider a flirtation with a boy like this one? The son of an old acquaintance? The idea amused her. Late Wednesday afternoon, Lucien came calling at Germaine's flat. She had been working on an article, and she had actually forgotten about her invitation. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see Lucien standing at the threshold, and then she remembered and she smiled. "Well, you came after all." "Is it inconvenient?" "No, of course not. Please come in. I'll make tea and we'll talk about your studies." He seemed ill at ease at first, but soon his equanimity returned and his lips were again curling with that delicious arrogance she had noticed the first time they had met. "Are you always at home?" he asked. "Don't you have an office?" Germaine laughed. "Yes, of course. Would you rather we meet there?" "I suppose it would be too public." "And you don't want that?" "I don't know." They sat on the sofa and talked about his studies. His eyes were constantly on her breasts, her knees, her ankles. Did she want him? She wasn't quite certain. He was so young. Perhaps he would be too clumsy. But his appearance was magnificent. Yes, he was beautiful. Several times she found herself glancing at his lap. After she poured their second cup of tea, he leaned toward her and kissed her. He caught her by surprise, his lips merely touching the side of her mouth. "Don't be rash," she said. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known." "That's absurd." "No, it's true." He kissed her again, but this time she expected it. She did not push him away. "My dear boy, I'm old enough to be your mother." "I've thought about you for days." "Are you lying?" "Every day and every night." "What do you think will come of this?" "I don't know." "Kiss me again." His lips were hot, moist, passionate. For a moment she welded her mouth to his as though to eat him alive. Then she broke away. "This is ridiculous." "No, it's not. I think it's perfect." She knew she could not resist him -- he was too tempting. When he kissed her again, she took one of his hands and moved it to her breasts. He fondled the contours of her breasts from outside her dress, and then his fingers hesitated at the buttons. "Go on," she said. "I want it." She held still as he undid the buttons one after the other. His eyes were hot as he pushed the dress off her shoulders to expose her full breasts firmly encased in a lace brassiere. "It opens in front," she said. He fumbled with the clasp at first, but then finally the hook was freed and her brassiere fell away from her breasts like two shells uncovering their treasures. He kissed her, and as he did so, she dropped her hand to find the warm flesh of his already rigid manhood. As he continued kissing her, his hands caressing her breasts, she unzipped his fly and released the rock-hard proof of his masculinity. She took hold of it and manipulated it, stroking her fist slowly up and down. He was well-made, of ample proportions, a perfect cock. Then she removed her lips from his, and she adjusted her body on the sofa so that she could take the shaft of his penis in her mouth. As her lips slid over the end of his organ, she had the feeling he expected it, that he knew from the first flirtation that this would be the outcome, that he was not surprised that she now had his penis in her mouth, her tongue swirling over the fat knob. Perhaps she ought to have been bothered by his arrogant expectation that she would yield so easily, but she was too consumed by the thrill of having her mouth filled with his hard flesh. Sucking a vigorous cock always provided her the most intense ecstasies, and at this moment she had no concern for what he might think or not think. He was handsome, young, and virile enough to excite her. As she sucked, her tongue licked and savored his tumescent flesh. Her lips pulled back and slid forward over the head and shaft. She could feel his hand on top of her head gently easing her this way or that way to afford him the maximum pleasure. He was only twenty, but he was obviously old enough to know what he wanted. "That's good," he sighed. She grunted, pleased that she was giving him pleasure. She slipped his penis out of her mouth, but continued licking at the head with her tongue. "You have a lovely cock." "Does the taste please you?" "It's delicious!" She took the head in her mouth again, rolled her tongue around it and sucked hard enough to pucker her cheeks. Then she heard him gasp, and a moment later the flesh in her mouth snapped and spurted its load of milky liquid down her throat. He urged her to suck, gently pushing her face more tightly against his crotch, almost forcing the head of penis against her tonsils. She sucked and swallowed until she was certain she had consumed the last drop of his ejaculation. He arched his hips one last time, and finally it was over. * * * And so Germaine began an affair with young Lucien, the son of her friend Irma. They met two or three times a week, sometimes in a cafe, more often in her flat. When they were together, they passed long afternoons and evenings in a leisurely sexual romp. Sometimes they made love in a frenzy, with a complete absence of the languor she usually enjoyed. One day he arrived at her apartment only a few minutes after she herself had returned home. While they were both dressed, she quickly opened his trousers and exposed his penis. In the living room, he leaned against a table as she sat on a chair at his side and bent to engulf his thick organ with her mouth. Her fingers made a tight ring around the base of the organ as she slid her lips up and down over the head and the upper part of the shaft. His cock seemed enormous in her mouth, a swollen pole of masculine flesh. Because of the way he slouched against the table, he was able to press his face against her coiffeur. She could hear his heavy breathing as she sucked him, each sound of pleasure, each groan in response to what her mouth accomplished with his penis. Finally she pulled her mouth away. "Stand up," she said. And when he did so, she hurriedly unbuckled the belt of his trousers and tugged his trousers down to his knees. Now she sat on a low ottoman as he stood before her with his magnificent cock curving upward from the vent in his white briefs. She took him again, arching forward, her right hand clasping the base of his penis as her mouth worked on his hot flesh. She sucked with art and experience, her head bobbing, her lips tightening each time she pulled back to the fat tip. Then she wanted him naked. She herself now stripped her clothes off, everything except her blouse and shoes. As he leaned against the wall with his hands behind his hips, she crouched with one knee on the floor and the other knee raised, her body extended forward, her hand grasping his cock to point it upward as she filled her mouth with the tip. He moved his loins, thrusting gently into her mouth, pulling back, thrusting again. Later he took her on the floor, her legs raised high, his hands grasping her ankles as he squatted to penetrate her with his thick scepter. In this position, she felt each thrust as an incredibly deep penetration piercing her vitals. She came long before he did, then came again when he finally spurted. Her mouth slack and wet from all the sucking she had done, she cried out as she felt him gushing in her channel. * * * Lucien was not an innocent. His life revolved around the women he knew, and he found each of them a happy antidote to boredom. When he was not with Germaine, he devoted himself to one girl after another. A classmate named Anne, a strange beautiful girl with haunting eyes, was ready to make love whenever he wished it. They would lie on the torn sofa in her filthy little room in Rue Mouffetard, listening to records, kissing, smoking, fondling each other. She was like an immature gazelle compared to Germaine. Lucien liked to have Anne seated on his lap when they were both naked. She would sit with her back against his chest, her thighs straddling his legs, her sex filled with his thick penis. Across the room, leaning against the opposite wall, was a tall cracked mirror that showed their coupling. He would fondle her small breasts as she used the fingers of both hands to caress herself. The base of his penis looked like a pink truncheon stuffed inside her body. His balls dangled, one testicle lower than the other. One day as they sat connected this way, Anne suggested he put his penis in her ass. "I've never done it," she said. "I want to see what it's like." "You're perverted," he teased. "And you? Have you ever done it?" "Yes of course." "To whom? Tell me!" But Lucien did not want to talk about his other women. He was afraid Anne's jealousy would ruin his pleasure. Instead, he asked if she had any olive oil, explaining it could not be done without a lubricant. "The pain would be too much for you." "Oil? No, there's no oil here. But I have some lip ointment." They used the entire tube of lip ointment, Anne with a flushed face as she carefully applied it to Lucien's rigid penis. "I think this will kill me," she said. If I die, promise me you won't tell anyone how it happened." Lucien assured her she would not die. He helped her mount him again, and this time he held his penis with his hand as she positioned her anus over the tip. She pressed down, grunted, pressed down again, and gradually her anus engulfed all of his cock until her buttocks came to rest on his belly. "It's awful," she said. "I feel as though I'm about to be split apart." "Does it hurt?" "No, not any more. But don't move. I'm afraid if you move I'll die." But when Lucien gazed at their images in the mirror, he could not help moving. He did it gently at first, merely squirming his hips, each movement causing his penis to slide a bit further in or out of her stretched anus. Anne groaned but she did not complain, and soon he was able to move his organ more directly, his eyes fixed on the mirror, Anne leaning back with her head draped over his shoulder and her face lifted to the cracked ceiling. When she felt him spurting in her bowels, she gave a long wail and desperately rubbed her clitoris to provoke her own orgasm. For a long time, they lay connected on the sofa, unwilling to separate their bodies. * * * In the darkness of a cinema, Lucien put his left hand on Germaine's knee. "I like being with you," he whispered. She gripped his shoulder. "I adore you, darling." He shifted his body towards her, slid his left hand behind the small of her back and moved his right hand under her skirt and along her thigh. "The legs of a goddess," he murmured. His hand slowly moved above the top of her stocking until his fingers touched her belly. Germaine felt safe in the darkness, and she slid forward slightly on the seat and spread her thighs. Immediately, his fingers caressed her sex through her panties. She moaned softly. "Darling, be careful. We don't want to be arrested!" Lucien could feel the prickly hairs of her sex through the damp nylon. He could also smell her. She was the first woman he had known who could tantalize him with her scent. Was it because she was old enough to be his mother? The smell of her sex rose in delicious waves to his nostrils. He was unable to get his fingers beneath the legband of her panties, so instead he slid his hand up to massage her lower belly. Germaine sighed deeply, then exhaled, drawing her belly in, loosening the waistband to allow his fingers to get under it. "Pull them down," she whispered, her voice husky with passion. "If you do it carefully, no one will notice." It was true. The nearest person in the cinema sat three rows in front of them. The old woman who had led them to their seats was nowhere to be seen. Germaine lifted her hips, enabling Lucien to pull her panties down to her thighs. Then she used her own hands to pull them down her calves and off her feet. After stuffing the panties inside her purse, she leaned back and spread her thighs again. Lucien's hand returned under her dress, and his fingers at once moved to play in her humid sex. He cleverly searched out her clitoris, and Germaine moaned as he gently rubbed it. "What a scandal!" she whispered. "I haven't done anything like this in years!" She pushed her pelvis forward on the seat a bit more, allowing his fingers to reach everywhere. With her right hand, she fumbled with the zipper tab of his trousers. "You'd better have a handkerchief ready, darling." She unzipped his trousers and brought his turgid penis out to fondle it. "Mmm, you're marvelously stiff." "And you're like a lake," he whispered. "I wish I could get my nose in it!" "Later, darling. We'll do everything when we get home." She slid her buttocks back and forth on the seat, making love to his fingers without moving her shoulders, her hand slowly stroking his penis at the same time. She came quickly, grinding her sex against his hand, moaning and sighing in the darkness. As he continued the pressure on her clitoris, she came again. "Oh Lucien!" she cried softly. "I wish we were in my bed. Are you close, darling? Never mind the handkerchief, I'll take it with my mouth." Her audacity shocked him. "Better do it now... Oh God!" He moved back from her, and immediately she dropped her head down to engulf his cock. She sucked it greedily, and in a moment he started spurting in her mouth. They left the cinema long before the end of the film, causing the old woman outside the door to glare at them for making a disturbance. Tugging at Lucien's hand, Germaine hurried him into a taxi and ordered the driver to Place de Clichy. "Stay with me tonight," she said to Lucien. He smiled. "Do I have a choice?" "I'll make sure the maid wakes you in time for your class." Germaine kissed him. She would not tolerate a refusal. She wanted him in her bed all night. When they arrived at her house, he put his arm around her as they walked to her bedroom. "Let me undress you," he said. "Yes!" Her eyes glittering with love and passion, she watched him as he fumbled with zippers and removed her dress. She turned to give him access to the fasteners on her brassiere, then turned again into his arms, pressing her belly against his thumping penis as he fondled her breasts. He bent his head to kiss and lick her nipples, his wet tongue sliding upward to the side of her neck and into her ear. Germaine trembled with joyous expectation. Together they pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed, and she lay in the center, watching him as he stripped off his clothes. When he settled beside her, he ran his fingers over her belly as he kissed her eyes and ears and lips. His fingers probed her sex, his thumb circling the base of her clitoris. She moved against him, shifting her buttocks off the bed to pump her sex against his hand. She was now in a state of sustained ecstasy, a delicious orgasm warming her vitals. "Put it inside me, darling! Please..." But he refused. He wanted to caress her first. While he mouthed her breasts, he pulled two pillows under the small of her back. He slid his wet mouth over the slopes of her breasts and down to her belly. Her body responded to his warm lips with spasms of delight. He kissed and licked her navel, then moved again until his mouth reached the hairs of her sex. Sliding over her outstretched leg to lie between her thighs, he kissed the top of her sex and worked his tongue beneath the clitoral hood. She moaned, urging him on, telling him how much she adored the feel of his tongue on her flesh. What an enchanting lover he was. so young and so magnificent. Her body seemed filled with a joyous warmth radiating out from her sex. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his face more firmly against her cunt, working her ass up and down to aid his foraging tongue. She marveled at his skill. He was so young, and yet he knew so much! Raising her legs in the air, she pressed her knees against her breasts and opened her inflamed sex to his mouth. A great shiver of excitement swept up her thighs and into her belly as his tongue fluttered downward to the sensitive area between her vagina and her anus. He kissed her there, directly on the tight opening, his tongue making small circles around the ring, then jabbing inside the sphincter. She moaned in anguished joy. "Oh Lucien!" A Woman of Passion His hands slid around her hips, over her belly and onto her breasts. His fingers kneaded her nipples as he continued the intimate caress. Finally, he pulled his tongue away from her anus and he moved back to her sex. "Now I'll suck you," he said. "Will you come?" "Yes!" His tongue worked into her wet slit, circling her clitoris several times before he started sucking it. Her buttocks jerked upward as she came, raised in the air for a long moment, then broke into wild gyrations. He maintained contact with her, continued to suck her clitoris as the orgasm peaked to a crescendo of sheer rapture. At last it was finished and she lay quietly. With his face still near her sex, he raised one of her legs and separated the outer lips with his fingers. He thrust his tongue into the interior. He sniffed and tasted and lapped at her juices. He inhaled deeply, savoring her female scent. Then he held his head back and studied her cunt. He could see everything. He thought her anus looked less delicate than Anne's. Anne's anus was like a tiny mouth puckered for a kiss. Germaine's dark ring was a round rubbery band of tough muscle. Germaine opened her eyes, and when he glanced upward, their eyes met. "You brought me to heaven," Germaine said. "I love you. You have the most beautiful cunt in Paris." She blushed, but she did not close her legs. Reaching down, she took hold of his erect cock and pulled it toward her cunt. She moved the head up and down in her juices. "And this is the most handsome cock in the world. Big and thick and lovely! Like a bull! The most satisfying cock I've ever had inside me. It's true, darling." She held his penis at the mouth of her sex, then raised her buttocks off the bed to impale herself on the swollen crown. "What time is it?" she said. He glanced at the clock. "Almost eleven." "Let's see if we can make it last an hour. Or at least until midnight. If I do come unexpectedly, try to hold yours. Will you do that? I'd love to have an orgasm and come out of it and still feel you hard and ready inside me." He promised. She released the grip of her sex on the head of his penis. She put her legs over the small of his back, locking her ankles as he moved inside her. Her buttocks moved up to meet his inward stroke, and she felt the head slide into her depths. She worked her internal muscles, milking his organ and then releasing it. To Lucien it felt as though his penis were gripped and caressed by a velvet glove. He lay with his cock buried to his balls while Germaine rotated and bucked her hips in agonized delight. He was amazed that he could hold back. Surely the interlude in the cinema had helped. "You're still hard!" Germaine said. "Oh darling!" She hugged him to her, kissing his lips and his eyes and his cheeks as her hands moved over his back in an affectionate embrace. "I want to keep you forever! Make love to me, darling! Make love to me!" Their bodies moved again in unison, Lucien's thick penis sliding back inside her cunt like an oversized piston in a well-greased cylinder. Except for the weight on her shoulders, her body was supported by Lucien as she moved her buttocks. Their combined juices drenched their pubic mats, their bellies, their thighs, dribbling into the crack between Germaine's buttocks, and covering his balls with a slick coating. Their bodies were alive and tingling, waves of warmth engulfing them both. The air was filled with the sounds of their wet bellies meeting, and the acrid scent of their juices. Germaine came again, biting her lip to keep from crying out. Lucien could feel her inner muscles gripping him again as she worked her cunt against his stroking shaft. She cried out, urging him on, her body trembling. Then she bucked and rolled and rotated her hips in a wild and savage thrashing that quickly brought him to a climax. He grunted as he came, his hips pumping, his balls erupting as she held onto him. Germaine finally collapsed beneath him, causing his deflated penis to slide out of her sex. Her legs slipped off his back. Lucien lay on top of her, his heart beating rapidly, pounding against his rib cage, thumping at the yielding flesh of her breasts. After some time, Germaine opened her eyes and slid her arms around his neck. "I love you." "I love you too," he said. "What time is it?" He looked at the clock. "A quarter past eleven. We lasted twenty minutes." "Marvelous!" she said. "Most men can never last that long." Then she added: "I'm dripping, darling. Let me repair myself." But he would not allow it. He insisted that she climb over him so that he could use his mouth on her sex. She was amazed, thrilled at the idea of it. Facing his feet, she mounted him on her knees, her thighs straddling his chest, her sex hovering over his mouth. Lucien looked up into the hairy cunt over his face. The lips were swollen, wet and distended. Viscous gatherings of their juices hung from the mouth of her vagina. He put his hands on the globes of her ass to pull her sex down. At the same moment, he felt her hot breath on his soft wet penis, then her tongue lapping his organ. Opening his mouth, he sucked in the drippings from her sex, rolling the drops around on his tongue, tasting the mixture. He put his lips directly on the opening and sucked with more force to gather what was inside her. He could feel her elbows under his knees as she forced his legs up and apart. He could feel her lips kissing his balls, then sucking one ball inside her mouth. Then her mouth moved again, and he grunted with pleasure as he felt her tongue and lips at his anus. He did the same to her, pulling her down further onto his face, burying his mouth against her anus to suck at it and drill his tongue inside. As if driven by the same mainspring of lust, they tongued each other relentlessly. Lucien felt spasms of delight swirling in his loins and tickling his balls. He sensed Germaine's pleasure through the movements of her body and the moaning sounds she made. She came again, moving her ass back and forth, but not vigorously enough to make him lose contact with her anus. He waited until she had quieted down, then he pulled his face back and gently spread her buttocks with his hands in order to look at her sex and anus again. He had never looked at Anne like this, not in this position, but now he was determined to do it soon. Suddenly, Lucien was aware that Germaine was sucking his penis again. She had all of it in her mouth. He began a humping movement of his hips, pushing his organ deep in her mouth, then withdrawing it as he dropped his buttocks. The end came quickly, the sperm shooting out of him in needle-like jets, and when it was over, Germaine collapsed on top of him with her mouth still clutching his cock. What a bitch! Lucien thought. What a hungry bitch she is! * * * Lucien's favorite way of making love to Germaine was to use his loins to push his penis in and out of her mouth. Germaine would lie on the sofa, and Lucien would suspend his belly over her face, supporting his weight with his hands and knees as though he were doing push-up exercises. Germaine would capture his long organ in her mouth, and Lucien would then move his loins up and down. In this position his balls hung down along the shaft of his cock, and each time he pushed himself completely into Germaine's mouth, his balls came to rest on her chin. Germaine would hold his buttocks as he moved, and she greatly enjoyed the feel of his muscles as his body moved up and down. One afternoon, as Lucien made love to her this way, Germaine slipped her fingers into the groove between his buttocks and she caressed his anus, only on the outside, her fingertip rubbing back and forth. He was silent as he continued to pump his penis in her mouth, but then he said: "What are you doing? I don't like to be touched like that." Unable to respond because her mouth was stuffed with his penis, she gently forced him to withdraw. "Are you sure?" she said, her fingertip still touching his tight little opening. "You've had my tongue in there." "A tongue is not a finger. I'm not a woman." "Of course not, darling. But if you have my finger inside you while I'm sucking you, you'll see how much nicer it will be." Lucien was dubious, but she persuaded him to try it. She first wet her fingertip with her saliva, and when he dipped his cock again into her mouth, she found his anus with her wet fingertip and she carefully worked it inside him. He stopped moving and she felt him tremble. Then his loins moved again, more vigorously than before, and it was obvious that his excitement had increased. She stretched his opening with her finger, prodding, probing, sliding the finger in and out, and when he finally ejaculated in her mouth she was certain the quantity of sperm was more than ever before. After that, whenever she sucked him, he welcomed her finger in his rectum. His movements were always more forceful, which gave her great enjoyment, because when she sucked a cock this way she liked to have the piston-like sliding of the penis be strong enough to be almost brutal. She wanted her mouth to be thoroughly possessed by the male organ. She wanted a complete ravishment. * * * One day Germaine said: "All love is fantasy." "What do you mean?" asked Lucien. "When people make love, they each have their own enchantments." "And you? What are your enchantments?" "I adore sucking you. I adore having you in my mouth. Do you mind?" Her fingers slid lightly up and down his thighs. Her fingertips brushed over the sac holding his balls, descended and probed the flesh between his legs while her palm gently massaged his testicles. As she shifted her position, she allowed her robe to fall open to reveal her breasts and belly. As Lucien admired her body, his cock grew more firm under the touch of her hands. She cupped his balls, squeezed and released them repeatedly in a series of caresses. Their eyes met, and she smiled as she placed her hand directly on his penis. "Do you want me to bring you off, darling?" "And after that?" "After that I'll take you to dinner. And after dinner we'll talk of possibilities." "Magnificent possibilities." "Yes, darling yes..." While one hand covered his balls, the other slid slowly and gently up the length of his pulsing organ. She formed a tight circle with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed the base of his cock. Her fingers moved up half the length of the shaft and then pulled the skin back sharply. Then she relaxed her tight grasp immediately, and she began rolling the skin up and down in a slow sensual manner. She massaged his balls with a circular movement while continuing to masturbate his turgid penis. He watched her, his eyes on her fingers as they slid the loose skin back and forth over the shaft and the head of his cock. He reached out to support the weight of one of her breasts on his palm. "Your technique is perfect." "Practice, darling. I've had years of practice." "Not too many years." "More than enough, I'm sure." She placed her finger at the end of his cock and probed the moist opening. She gathered the leaking fluid with her fingertip and painted the smooth helmet with it until the purplish surface gleamed. Then she grasped the organ and began to masturbate him. She grasped him tightly, stroking slowly at first, then she increased the tempo, her hand slamming into the base of the organ and then pumping up the full length of the shaft before rapidly slamming down again. Of course, he could not last too long under these ministrations, but she did not want that anyway. Faster and faster she jerked at his cock, his balls bouncing with the movements of her stroking hand. Supporting his balls with just the fingertips of her left hand, she continued the rapid pumping until she felt his cock swell and jerk and the first bubbling white froth appeared at the tip. As he came, she leaned over to catch the white stream on her breast. She continued pumping him until the last drop oozed out of his cock to flood her hand and nipple. "Was it good, darling?" His head tossed backward, he groaned. "Perfection." "Look at me." And as he watched her, she cupped her sperm-soaked breast in both hands and lifted it to lick the juices from her skin. She lapped at his white sperm, her tongue wiping her nipple clean. Then she sucked the nipple between her lips and tongued it until the last remnants of sperm were gone. "I've never seen you do that," he said, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. "Does it excite you? Here, you can have it now." She stroked his forehead as she fed her breast into his waiting mouth. * * * After dinner one evening, she said: "What would you like to do, darling? Would you like to watch television?" She rose and walked to a small wall mirror to pat her hair. "I'd rather watch you than watch television." Her back to him, she playfully wiggled her hips. "Like you're watching me now, eh? This way or without clothes?" "Both." Deliberately teasing him, she lifted her skirt while she was still facing the mirror and exposed her buttocks to his eyes. She peeled her panties down her hips and legs and stepped out of them. "What a sight!" he muttered. "Do you like my popo?" "I adore it." "And I adore yours too, cheri." He left the sofa and moved to stand behind her. He kissed her neck, his hands on the bare cheeks of her bottom. Germaine squirmed, pressing back against him, murmuring her approval as he squeezed the globes of her derriere. Lucien whispered in her ear: "What about something new, something we haven't done yet?" "Oh? Like what?" "I haven't put it in your behind." Germaine quivered. "Does the idea excite you?" "What do you think? I've been dreaming about it." "You need to be gentle with a woman when you do that. Especially you, since you're so big. We can try it tonight, but you must promise me to be gentle. It hurts too much if one tries to rush things. Do you understand?" "I promise. Anyway, I've done it before." "You have? With whom?" "One or two girls." She felt a ridiculous jealousy. "Did they like it?" "One of them did." She did not want to think about his girls. She turned in his arms and kissed him. "What would you like to do now? Would you like some wine?" "No, let me undress you. That excites me." "And me too, cheri!" She remained standing while he unzipped her dress. He helped her peel it off and then he unhooked her bra. He bared her heavy breasts, exposing her thickly extended dark nipples. He lowered his head to kiss her breasts and lick her nipples until they were wet with his saliva. "Turn around," he said softly. "Let me see your ass." She gave him a coy look. For one so young, he certainly understood women. She swiveled on her heels to show him her bottom. Leaning forward a bit, she slid her hands back to her buttocks and lewdly pulled them apart. "Have a good look, cheri. Does it excite you?" "What do you think?" She laughed and turned around to face him again. "Let me undress you." When she had him stripped naked, she held his thick cock on the palm of one hand and used the other hand to fondle his balls. His organ was erect, hot and throbbing under her fingers. Wetting her lips with the tip of her tongue, she lowered her head and took the meaty penis into her mouth. She licked and sucked it, swirling her tongue over the blue-veined underside of the shaft. Then she made a wide ring of her lips and she began bobbing her mouth up and down. His hips gradually took up the rhythm. They had done it often enough, and his movements were perfectly coordinated with hers. "Be careful," he said. "I don't want to come now." She pulled her mouth away and looked up at him. "Yes, you're right." "Can we do it now?" "In my popo?" "Yes." She smiled. The idea made her shiver with desire. It was probably a good time. But she wanted to do it on her back, on a bed, to make it easier to control him while he penetrated her. The size of his organ could not be ignored. She was afraid he would hurt her in his eagerness. "In the bedroom," she said. "Come along and I'll show you how I want it." As she lay stretched out on her bed, he climbed over her and started kissing her body. Fluid dripped off the end of his penis to wet her belly. She squirmed with pleasure as he slipped his fingers into the wet mouth of her sex. "Yes, do it with your hand!" she said. Lucien could smell her pungent odor and it excited him. She humped her mound at his hand, forcing his fingers deeper into her tunnel. He slipped a finger down to her anus and gently rubbed the ring of muscle. Her juices had oozed down to the crack between her buttocks, and he had no difficulty pushing his finger inside the lubricated sphincter. The orifice was hot and quite elastic, and he was amused as he imagined all the stretching the ring had endured during the years. The girls his own age were always too fearful of having it in their backsides, too fearful to properly let him in. Germaine showed no fear at all. He imagined she'd had countless lovers. What a delicious slut! "Gently," she said, pulling her legs up and holding the backs of her knees with her hands. "Do it gently with your finger until the opening relaxes." "Don't you want some jelly? "In a few moments. Just do it this way first." He slowly slid his finger in and out of her anus. He could feel the passage and ring of muscle clamping his moving finger in a tight grip. He imagined how the clenching muscles would feel when they were wrapped around his cock. He gazed down at the sliding digit, at the sucking orifice with its border of fine damp hair, at the cunt above it opened like a red mouth and oozing a milky syrup. "Enough," Germaine said. "Now we can use some jelly. There's a tube in the night table drawer." He had to pull his finger out in order to get the jelly, and when he did so he looked at his finger surreptitiously and was relieved to see it was clean. Germaine, meanwhile, was worried about his cock. He was big enough to hurt her. Although she enjoyed the feel of a cock stuffing her back passage, she did not relish the idea of a painful encounter. But the risk was worth it: if he learned how to do it the way she liked it, she would have better times with him in the future. What madness! Her ass abandoned to a boy his age! Albert, of course, had done it often. She was thrilled at the idea of yielding her smallest opening to this young Adonis. When Lucien brought the tube of jelly. Germaine said: "Put some on my popo." He squeezed some out on his fingertips and rubbed it over her anus. Still holding her legs up, she squirmed her hips. "Inside, cheri. Make sure you get some of it inside." She watched him as he pushed some jelly inside her back passage. "Now put some on your cock." He applied some of the jelly to his penis, smeared it on the knob and all along the shaft. The organ glistened now, and she thought it looked even lovelier than before. She slipped a pillow under her buttocks and told him to get between her legs. "Go on, cheri, I'm ready now." She wiggled her hips provocatively as he pushed the tip of his organ at the ring of her anus. "It's exciting," he said, his face flushed, his eyes fixed on their contact. "Yes, of course it is. Go easy, but keep pushing." The fat knob slowly stretched and spread the tight ring. Germaine craned her neck, and she could just see it as it pushed in. He pushed again, and five centimeters of his penis slid into her rectum. She groaned and urged him on. "More, darling, more... Go out a little, and then inside again..." She now had her knees pulled all the way back to her breasts, and she closed her eyes and focused on the sensation as he slowly, centimeter by centimeter, worked the full length of his tool into the tight confines of her bowels. A Woman of Passion Lucien had never done it to a woman this way. This position was almost like the ordinary way, except for the incredibly tight feeling as he pumped slowly in her ass. He reached down to caress her cunt as he moved, rubbing her clitoris. Each time he pinched her clitoris, her anus clamped more tightly around his sliding cock. She looked so wanton, her legs raised, her plump ass wide open, her anus sucking at the shaft of his shining organ. It was nothing like what he had done with Anne. He was drunk with lust. Germaine groaned and pushed her legs further upward. His thrusting became more forceful. He thought he might be hurting her, but when he looked at her face he saw nothing but pleasure in her features. Nevertheless, he asked: "Am I hurting you?" "No, darling, no... It's heavenly!" She suddenly had an orgasm. He held still as her body convulsed. He was nowhere near his own climax. He remained motionless until hers was finished. Germaine finally calmed down and looked at him with adoring eyes. "That was wonderful! And you're still hard!" She moved her hips slowly, churning her ass, pushing her rectum all the way down on his organ. She adored the feel of him in there. He was so huge! She relaxed the ring as much as possible, pushed out and then took even more of his length. His hands grabbed her hips, and his hot organ slid through the relaxed ring of her anus to bury itself full-length in her passage. "Yes, Lucien, yes... It's delicious... I love the feel of you in there... Do you like it too?" "It's marvelous!" "Ouf! Don't stop moving... But do it slowly." She slid a hand down to her poor abandoned cunt and pushed two fingers inside the gaping hole. "Do you want me to do that?" She shook her head. She would rather do it herself. She urged him to keep his penis moving in her ass. She wanted him to have a powerful orgasm. She wanted to feel the sperm shooting inside her bowels. When it finally happened, it was better than she expected. He rammed her like a bull, not fast, but with slow hard thrusts that shook her bones. And when she felt the sperm splashing in her rectum, she rocked her knees and cried out and came again. * * * A week later Lucien seemed distracted, indifferent to her, and Germaine found that intolerable. She did everything she could to make him at ease, to force him to think only of her and of being inside her, making love to her, holding her in his arms. He had another world apart from hers, and she had to compete with it. She wanted him to forget about everything else except their time together. Was he already tired of her? She could not bear it. In the living room, she walked over to him and ruffled his hair as if he were a small child. She sat down, crossing her legs in a manner that showed her knees provocatively. "It must be pleasant to come here," she said. "It's so close to the university, but yet so far away from all the pressures you have there." Lucien nodded. "Yes, it's convenient to be so close." "I'd like it if you were much closer." "Forgive me, my mind is on other things." Germaine took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. "Just stand there awhile," she said. She removed her blouse and dropped it on a chair. Next, her skirt fluttered down and Lucien could see the dark triangle of her sex bulging out against the nylon of her briefs. Germaine said: "Relax, darling, it gets better." She unhooked her bra and allowed it to slide down her arms and off her body. She smiled as his eyes remained on her breasts. She cupped them with her hands, pushed them into her chest before leaning over and hooking her thumbs into the elastic that held up her panties. She drew her hands down, tugging her panties over her thighs and then her calves before she stepped out of them. With her fingers, she spread her sex apart. "I want your mind on this. Now come to the bed." She sat on the edge of the bed, and when he came to her she reached out to his trousers, undid them and tugged them to the floor. She took his limp penis and held it in the palm of her hand before she opened her mouth to take it. She kept it there, thrilled by its bulk, by the gradual stiffening of his flesh. She rubbed his balls to encourage him, and soon his cock was at its full extent, large enough so that she had to pull her mouth back to the tip in order to breathe. Then she started to suck him in earnest, squeezing the thick shaft with her lips as she skated her fingertips up and down over the backs of his hairy thighs. She removed the penis glistening with her saliva out of her mouth, and she held it and tried to force the tip of her tongue into the tiny hole. Then she engulfed the head again and sucked it with relish. Now she did not care about what occupied his mind -- she cared only about the feel of his cock in her mouth, and about how it would feel later on when it was inside her. But of course with his penis in her mouth like this, she gave him no choice in the matter -- he could not think of anything else. He became more and more excited, and finally he pulled back so that he could strip off the rest of his clothes. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and waited for him. He quickly climbed over her and found the right opening without help. He was obviously impatient, pushing his cock inside her, hurting her a bit. She hoped he would not come too soon, at least not before she had her own climax. But he rushed her along, slamming his body hard against hers. It was good for her nevertheless, and she was ready for anything he liked. She reached around to touch his balls, caressing them with her fingers. When he kissed her, she opened her mouth as he mashed his lips against hers. She found his tongue and sucked on it. She wrapped her arms around his back and crushed him down against her body, her breasts flattened by his chest. She gyrated her pelvis to make the head of his driving cock hit various places far up in the innermost recesses of her vagina. She gasped as he made love to her, moaning as he cleaved her sex with his organ. With each thrust, he pushed as far inside her as possible. She had to pull her mouth away in order to breathe. His face dropped to one of her breasts and he sucked on the nipple, whipping it with his tongue, causing her breast to fill with warmth. Her excitement swelled, her pleasure becoming more and more intense. She writhed furiously beneath him, fighting her orgasm, wanting him to tear it out of her, to purge her body. She used her muscles to squeeze the thickness of his cock as he drove it in and out of her sex. Then her head burst, and she suddenly felt light and airy and free of pressure. She started to come, a giant orgasm that caused her to spasm and shake. "Come in me, come in me!" she panted. But he suddenly pulled back. "Not this way." He pulled his penis out of her sex and urged her to roll over onto her belly. With his hands, he spread the cheeks of her buttocks far apart to reveal her anus. "I'll put it in your ass," he said. "Please, darling, use some jelly." "You're loose enough to take me without it." "No! You must use something!" He finally agreed. She remained face down while he prepared himself. She waited for it. Then the head of his cock was at the center, and he pushed in, slowly filling her up, providing her with a delicious pleasure. Her hands clutched the sheets as she accepted him inside her body. Finally, she felt his hairy crotch grinding against her buttocks. He withdrew slowly, then pushed inside her again with more force. He did this again and again, pounding into her like a wild animal, or as though to punish her. But everything he did only added to her pleasure. She managed to raise herself up a bit, rising halfway to her knees to make it better for her. Lucien rose on his own knees, clutching her waist, holding her tightly as he jabbed her bowels with his rigid cock. His buttocks swung back and forth like a fulcrum, methodical, machine-like, uncaring. Germaine did not mind it. All she cared about was the next orgasm she knew was on its way. She wiggled her buttocks from side to side to change the angle of penetration, to stretch the flesh of her anus and add to her enjoyment. She felt no discomfort -- nothing but the marvelous pleasure produced by his sliding organ. Then she came. She panted loudly, her moans filling the otherwise quiet room. Lucien continued to pump her as she came and came and came. He reached around to push two fingers inside her sex, stretching it, scratching at the walls with his fingertips. She tried to clench her sex around his fingers, but her position would not allow it. He increased his pace, and she knew he was about to come. A moment later she felt a stream of hot sperm gush into her bowels, one spurt, another spurt, and still another. She moaned as she felt it. He emptied himself quickly, and when he was finished he stopped his movements abruptly, pulled out of her and lay down. She turned around and hovered over him, gazing at his penis as it started shrinking. Without caring what he thought, she bent forward to take his cock in her mouth and taste it. She ran her hands up and down its length and over his balls. She stopped and smiled at him. "Good, wasn't it?" He looked at her. "How many men have had you there?" Her eyes widened with surprise. "In my ass?" "Yes." "You should never ask a woman such a question." He shrugged. He had to leave. He rose and dressed without saying another word. Eddies of pleasure lingered in her body as she watched him pace back and forth in the room. "Say something," she said. But he simply walked out. It won't last, she thought. She was certain now she would not be able to keep him. She felt miserable. Lucien would abandon her. Even Albert was ignoring her these days. * * * Albert Kleber considered a life without amusements not worth living. If his wife was aware of his women, she never made a sound. This afternoon Albert's mood required his secretary, Suzanne Blanchot, a capable young woman who had advanced to be something more than a mere assistant. Suzanne was always a delicious antidote to a boring day. He pushed a button and called her into his office. "I need your calming influence," Albert said. He heard her chuckle. She knew his intent. In a few moments, Suzanne entered. After she locked the door, she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Albert sat on his swivel chair and watched her strip. She wore no bra under the blouse, and she was soon completely naked, her small breasts bouncing gently in front of him as she stood on the other side of his desk. "Don't forget about tomorrow," she said, her hands fondling her breasts. "Tomorrow?" "You're flying to Lyon tomorrow." "Ah yes. Well, that's tomorrow, isn't it? At the moment I think there's something more important than Lyon." She laughed as she walked around the desk to where he sat. Albert reached out to grasp her buttocks, his fingers tweaking and kneading the soft skin as he drew her into him. His lips grazed her white belly and nuzzled down among the fine blonde hairs of her sex. She was more like his wife than like Germaine, but yet different than either of them. Suzanne had her own charm, and of course his wife was long past the age when she could interest him sexually. He liked his women firm-fleshed and energetic in bed. Even Germaine would soon pass her prime and be of no further interest to him. Germaine was a marvelous sexual companion, but her best years were certainly behind her. He sniffed at Suzanne's sex. "Delicious," he said, trailing his tongue over the firm mound and fluttering it lightly over her clitoris. His fingers curled around under her buttocks and then moved in front to gently spread the moist lips of her sex. His lips and fingers joined together and massaged the tight little bud above the entrance to her juicy opening. She rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, pushing her sex against his fingers and lips. Then she stepped back. "Wait, let me put you in form." She dropped to her knees in front of him, opened his jacket, unbuckled his belt, and tugged his trousers and shorts down to his ankles. His penis reared up to meet her fingers. She stroked the shaft with a delicate touch, rubbing her thumb over the head, coaxing the organ into an erection. He gradually became erect, his cock fattening beneath her fingers. She put a hand to her lips and drew off some saliva on her fingertips. She applied the saliva to his penis, slowly massaging the straining organ with a technique that made him shudder with pleasure. "Ouf! You do that well," he said. "Yes, it's nice, isn't it?" "Superb." He could not wait. He made her rise, and he pulled her legs over him until she straddled his rigid penis. She sighed, rubbing the wet lips of her sex back and forth over his erection. Then she lowered herself onto his cock, taking the first few centimeters with ease. She corkscrewed her body, rotating her hips as his thick penis slipped deeper into her sex. His hands on her buttocks, he guided her body down on top of him. Her tight wet sex fit him like a glove. That was one reason why he liked his women young -- he liked a firm hot sex, one that gripped his penis and throbbed so that he could feel the internal muscles twitching. Germaine had marvelous control of her internal muscles, and she could grip him delightfully even if in its relaxed state her sex was loose. Suzanne was naturally tight, with narrow hips and a tight channel. He sat back on his swivel chair and allowed her to do the work. She was truly an expert. Bending her knees, she moved up and down easily, sliding her cunt along the full length of his cock, always careful not to rise high enough to lose the penetration. When she was all the way down, she managed a short corkscrew movement that drove him wild. His mouth worked on her stiff nipples, tonguing them, squeezing the buds between his lips. He loved the hard pert nipples of young women, as well as their tight cunts. And with this one, he especially delighted in her rear opening. His finger tickled and toyed with the tight little orifice as she moved up and down on his penis. When he slipped his finger deep inside her anus, he could feel the excitement run through her lovely body. Her breasts heaved and her hips rotated more quickly on his cock. She moaned, pulling her thighs tight, murmuring with pleasure. He pushed his finger further inside her anus until he could feel his cock through the thin wall separating the two channels. He had an urge to take her there, but there was no time. He had a dinner engagement in an hour, and it was imperative that he leave the office. Suzanne moved up and down with more vigor now, approaching her climax. Albert allowed her to have it without coming himself. He wanted to come in her mouth, empty himself between her pretty red lips. She cried out as she came, and he thrust his penis upward as he jammed his finger deep inside her rear opening. He could feel her insides twitching, spasms in both channels. After the last throb had left her, the spasm of her orgasm spent, he helped her dismount and then pushed her down between his legs. "Your mouth," he said with urgency. "Give me your mouth." She quickly took his penis between her lips and began sucking him. Her tongue rubbed the underside of the shaft, swirling over the head. Then she took him more deeply, and he could feel the soft touch of her throat against the tip of his organ. At that moment he erupted, his sperm gushing inside her mouth, his hands holding her head as he emptied his balls. * * * Albert was not only Germaine's employer and lover, he was also her mentor in amorous attitudes. He was a man of complicated sexuality, the man who taught her that in physical love the refinements are most conducive to maximum pleasure. When they dined together, if circumstance permitted it, he liked her to sit beside him in a booth and fondle him beneath the table cloth. Germaine, as well, found these surreptitious caresses exciting, her pulse quickened by a suspicion that perhaps the waiters or other patrons realized their game. One evening, only a few hours after a rather vigorous afternoon with Lucien, Germaine found herself dining in a restaurant with Albert. He had telephoned at the last moment and insisted she have dinner with him, and unwilling to cause him an annoyance, Germaine had agreed. She was not certain she could cope with Albert this evening, since Lucien had succeeded in exhausting her, but she thought if she refused his invitation, Albert would not only be annoyed but also suspicious she had another lover. So now they sat in a booth in a restaurant near the Louvre, sipping their champagne, dipping into their salad, chatting, and all the while, under the table cloth, Germaine had her left hand in Albert's lap and her fingers pinching and stroking his penis through his trousers. "Are you despondent?" Albert asked. Germaine shrugged. "A bit harried at the office." "Ah. I was concerned my dinner invitation might find you indisposed." "Darling Albert, for you I'm never indisposed." Yes, it was true. In the dozen years she had been his mistress, she had never refused him when he wanted her. She wondered if he remembered all the occasions when other women might have pleaded they were hors de combat. As if answering her thought, he said: "Valmont may be leaving us." "Really?" Valmont was the editor-in-chief and Germaine's direct superior. "He may move to *L'Express*. Do you think you could handle his job?" "Yes!" She said it without thinking, uncertain whether it was true, but nevertheless if there was a chance... "All right, we'll see. I can't promise anything at the moment, of course. The directors will need to be satisfied. But we shall see." Germaine felt a great excitement. The idea that she might be promoted to editor-in-chief of the newspaper thrilled her. She would be the first woman in Paris to have such a post. A great coup, certainly. The possibility was delicious. If it happened, she would certainly thank Albert appropriately with a night he would long remember. She felt a bit guilty now as she remembered Lucien, her young lover. If Albert discovered her affair with Lucien... No, she would not think about that. She devoted all her attention to Albert, particularly to the thickening organ she felt beneath her fingers. She traced the outline of the knob, and then the length of the shaft. Sliding her hand down further between his thighs, she probed the warmth of his large balls. The waiter arrived. The salad plates were removed, the main course was placed before them. With perfect aplomb, Germaine kept her hand on Albert's balls. After the waiter left, Albert chuckled. "I think he knows." "Shall I remove my hand?" "Definitely not." "I'll unzip you." "They'll have us thrown out on the sidewalk." "I don't care." She found the tab of his zipper, and she deftly pulled it all the way down. Her fingers quickly slipped into to his trousers to bring out his erection. "Like the trunk of an elephant," Germaine said. "You exaggerate." "Darling, you have the most marvelous prick in Paris." "You exaggerate and you're a liar." Later, in the taxi, she extracted his penis again, and under cover of his coat she began a skillful masturbation of his organ. "Do you want to come, darling?" "No, definitely not. I'm going to have you in your bed. On your knees, my pet, with my belly pressed against your lovely bottom." Germaine's anus was quite sore from her earlier bout with Lucien, and she did not relish the prospect of Albert ravishing the same channel that Lucien had visited twice in two hours. She hoped she could find some way to divert Albert's attentions elsewhere. Now she dipped her head to briefly take the head of his penis in her mouth. Albert allowed the caress for only a brief moment before urging her to cease. "No, no," he whispered. "Not here in the taxi."