3 comments/ 41314 views/ 2 favorites The French Visit Ch. 01 By: christinamonroe 'This just isn't good enough!' Mrs. Cox snapped, waving the flimsy piece of paper in front of her daughter's face. 'Do you know how much your education is costing us?' She was in despair. Her daughter Laura, at 19, had just failed her first year at college, her grades poor, and her future was in balance. She was an intelligent girl, but the report from her tutors and supervisors was that she was easily distracted. Essays were late, assignments incomplete. Laura was studying French history, and her parents, both university lecturers themselves, knew that she was capable of undertaking the study involved, but her application was missing. Laura herself knew that she had failed her parents and was inwardly ashamed: she knew she hadn't done herself proud, and was upset that she had let her parents down. She was an only child, an unexpected baby late in life, and her parents were much older than her friends' parents. As a result, she had had rather a sheltered upbringing, and in her first year at college she had spent more time catching up on music, gigs, clubbing and having fun rather than study. The only thing she hadn't got to grips with was men: she was the product of a local girl's school, and had had very little experience of boyfriends before she went to college. She was a pretty girl, attractive rather than beautiful but she had inherited her mother's slim build, and her fathers striking auburn hair. She was very wary of men, not used to the juvenile brashness of the college boys, their loudness and their noise, hunting in packs as they did at the Student's Union. She had earned the reputation of being off hand and cool, but this simply made her more desirable in their eyes: who would be the one to win her? Her mother sighed deeply: what were they to do with their wayward daughter? In the end, Professor Cox had contacted friends of theirs in France. Vivette and Georges were delighted to have Laura as a house guest for a few weeks; her language skills should improve no end if she was living in the country. Laura was mutinous: she didn't want to go and stay with strangers in France. For all she knew, they lived in the back end of beyond, no life for a young woman like herself, but her parents were adamant; if she wanted to continue at university she would have to go. Vivette met her at the airport in Lyons, and Laura was taken aback by how young she was: this was no dried up old prune the age of her parents, but a vibrant young woman in her early thirties, tanned and lithe. Maybe Georges had a younger second wife? Laura thought, but her questions were to be unanswered as Vivette went on to explain that Georges was detained in Paris on business, although he intended to be home to meet their young guest as soon as he could. The drive from the airport to her host's home was long, and Laura's heart sank a little at the thought of the distance she would be from civilization. There would be no escaping, she would have to study. Vivette had chattered charmingly throughout the journey, pointing out landmarks of interest, and telling Laura of the history of the surrounding countryside, and Laura couldn't help but warm to her hostess's obvious friendliness and open spirit. As they pulled into the drive of the couple's house, Laura drew her breath in in surprise: this wasn't a house; it was a chateau, elegant white towers outlined against the darkening sky of early evening. Vivette showed her to her room, and left her to unpack and freshen up, adding that dinner would be served at 7. This set the scene for the next day or two: elegant country living, the like of which she had not experienced before. The house was richly furnished and beautifully decorated, the gardens were extensive, and there was a large pool to bathe in should the weather get too hot. Vivette took her to the local village, and Laura's spoken French improved dramatically as she shopped for fresh vegetables and provisions in the local market. Laura found herself quickly regarding the older woman as a friend; growing up without sisters, cousins or younger aunts, Laura had had no one close to confide in, but the French woman was so open and approachable that she was drawn to her, and soon opened up, speaking easily about her lack of a boyfriend, and her worries about her parents. A few days after her arrival, Vivette apologetically announced that she had to leave Laura for the day on her own. She had to go into town on business, but would be back before dinner. 'You should study the paintings in the house,' she suggested to Laura, 'Part of your course is Art History, non?' When Laura confirmed that it was, Vivette went on; 'There are some particularly fine works of art in the master bedroom suite, ma petite, you should go there and look. Georges won't mind,' and with that, she left, dressed in a sharp business suit and elegant high heels. Laura did as she was bid, and after lunch, she wandered around the house looking at the fine artworks that decorated their home. She had not seen the master suite, and as she climbed the circular staircase to their turret suite she worried a little; this was their private space, and she was a guest. But Vivette had specifically invited her, so she dutifully made her way there. The main bedroom was at the top of the tower, perfectly circular and dominated by a huge four-poster bed. At one side there was a comfortable looking sofa and chair grouped around a television set. There were several large paintings on the walls between the windows, and Laura went to study them. S he found them pretty, but not memorable: rustic scenes, dairymaids and farms. What was so special about them? She turned back to the room, and for the first time realized how out of place the TV was. She really couldn't imagine Vivette settling down to watch TV with a cup of tea in bed, and yet there was an untidy pile of video cassettes next to it. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slipped a video into the machine, and settled into the chair. The screen was black for a moment, and then became a shot of a bedroom. With a start, Laura realized that it was the room she was in, the grand four poster bed taking centre stage. As Laura watched in astonishment, Vivette walked onto the screen, catching hold of one of the posts and swinging herself gracefully up on to the bed. Her slim body was entirely naked, and Laura watched, dry-mouthed, as her hostess sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling at the camera, flicking her long blonde hair away from her face. Her breasts were small, but shapely and tipped with pale brown nipples. She was tanned all over, no tan lines breaking up the smooth perfection of her skin. She cupped her breasts with her hands, and pushed forward, as if offering them up for inspection. The camera came closer, a wobble slightly as the cameraman adjusted his position, and then he panned over Vivette's body, her breasts in close-up, and Laura could just see the shadowed cleft between the older woman's legs. The camera pulled back, and Vivette spread out on the bed, her body as elegant as a cat, her movements graceful. Her legs parted, and for the first time Laura saw another woman's sex. Vivette was neatly trimmed, the tuft of hair above her cleft pale and delicate. As Laura watched, Vivette's finger slid down her stomach, and the middle finger of her right hand delved between her lips. Laura knew what she was doing; she knew the older woman was feeling for her clit. There was another fumble from the cameraman as he came forward, obviously wanting to get this in close-up, and she saw a masculine hand stretch forward, his fingers parting the lips of Vivette's pussy, giving them both a view of the coral-pink inner lips, neatly tucked inside, glistening and slick. The image wobbled dramatically for a moment, then went black. Frustrated, Laura fast-forwarded, but there was no more on the tape. She quickly shoved another cassette into the machine, and sat back, almost in relief, as the now-familiar view of the bed came on screen. Vivette was already lying there, and the camerawork was more professional this time, held steady as the lens lovingly caressed her curves, concentrating on her breasts and pussy. She moved on the bed as though she was directed, exhibiting her body. She suddenly rolled over and got to her hands and knees, looking back impishly over her shoulder, and the camera moved in close to her, focusing on her buttocks and the dark cleft there. Once again, masculine hands moved into view and parted her buttocks, pulling her cheeks apart, showing the puckered ring of her ass. Laura gasped; she knew that she should find this obscene, but somehow her body was reacting, heat building up in her own pussy, and she knew that if she felt there, she would be wet. Then she realised that the camera was still steady; the hands did not belong to the cameraman, but to a second observer. The thought that Vivette was naked and posing in front of two men excited her, and she slipped her hand between her thighs, pressing hard on against her pussy with the flat of her hand, feeling the heat radiating through her thin panties. On screen, a man had appeared on the bed with Vivette, who had now lain down on her back, her legs spread wide. She was feeling her clit, manipulating the erect bud of tissue with one finger, encircling slowly, lazily. The man sat at the bottom of the bed, one long leg tucked under him. For a moment his face was clearly visible; he was young, only a few years older than Laura, with dark good looks, his hair falling down to his shoulders. His upper body was well muscled and tanned, and he was naked. His cock was half-hard, rising from the base of his belly, already impressive in size to Laura's inexperienced eyes. She had never seen a cock in close-up before; one of her boyfriends had asked her to jerk him off, but the sweaty hairiness had put her off. This cock however, fascinated her; the shaft was long and smooth, the veins bulging only slightly, and the tip was flaring, bulbous. He sat close to Vivette, and pushed her legs back, holding them in place with his left forearm tucked under her knees. He was pushing hard, and her buttocks rose off the bed. Her sex was fully exposed, the lips stretched and elongated, and Laura could see her muscular ass-ring again. It was here that the stranger's fingers began to probe. He tickled the tight ring with his finger tips, pushing in slightly, testing the pressure. Then he held his hand out to the camera, and when his fingers returned to Vivette's ass, they had been loaded with a clear gel, which he smoothed over her anus and perineum, rubbing gently, feeling the woman twitch beneath him. He was still holding her firmly in position, and she couldn't move easily. Now well lubricated, he slid a finger deep inside her, burying it into the warmth of her bowels. Laura watched in partly in disbelief, partly in excitement as the stranger began to thrust, pumping his finger into Vivette. Her need was too great, and she took of her light summer skirt, and pulled down her panties, the cotton crotch already soaked. She wanted to feel herself, to push her fingers into her own pussy and finger herself whilst watching Vivette being touched on screen. She needed to touch her own breasts and play with her nipples, and decisively pulled off her light t-shirt. She was naked now, and lay back in the easy chair, one hand buried in her pussy, the other pulling at her painfully erect nipples. She threw her legs over the chair arms, and reached down to push a finger into her pussy, then slid it out again to play over her labia, stroking and smoothing, probing deeply and then pulling lightly at her pussy hair. She knew she wanted to come at the same time as Vivette, and tried to slow down a little, concentrating on the action unfolding before her. The stranger now had two fingers buried deep inside Vivette, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Laura saw the muscles bunching in his right shoulder and he began to thrust harder and more determinedly, ramming deep. Laura knew that she should be hearing the moans of the excited woman, the moist slap of flesh against flesh, the panting of both men in the room, but there was no sound, and the erotic drama as played out in silence before her. The strangers cock flared up; he was obviously enjoying the energetic fingering of Vivette's ass, his eyes never leaving the sight of his fingers ravaging her tight hole. Then Laura saw a man's hand enter the view. She knew this was the cameraman; was it the mysterious Georges? She saw the hand reach down to the strangers cock, and saw the glisten of more lube as he applied it to the erect cock. The stranger slowed his vigorous fingering, but didn't remove his fingers from Vivette, and held her still in position, exposed for them. As Laura watched, she realised that this was no business-like application of lube: the cameraman's hand was caressing the stranger's cock, shafting him, rubbing his fingers over the tip, moving down to play with his balls. Then he was released, his cock so erect that it was almost flat against his muscular stomach. He slid his fingers out of Vivette's tight hole, and placed the tip of his cock there. He shoved in forcefully, burying his cock deep inside her bowels in one thrust. Laura's fingers were working frantically, flicking at her clit in abandon. She watched Vivette for a moment on screen, her body buffeted by the force of the stranger ramming into her ass, then she closed her eyes and threw her head back, wanting to enjoy her orgasm. Suddenly, her eyes flew open; she had the strangest feeling that she wasn't alone in the room. Vivette sat there on the sofa opposite, her legs primly tucked under her, watching Laura intently. In desperate embarrassment, Laura tried to cover herself, to cover her exposed mound and breasts, but Vivette shook her head. 'Ma petite, please. That was beautiful,' her voice was husky, and thickened with desire. 'Please don't stop…..let me watch you, let me see you come,' her hostess pleaded. Laura was so close to orgasm that the thought of being watched while she played with her clit was almost enough to send her over the edge. Slowly she raised her legs again, laying them over the chair arms, knowing that her sex was exposed, that Vivette could see her erect clitoris, the delicate lips of her sex and the shadow of her pussy. She began to finger herself again, more slowly this time, deliberately pushing fingers into herself, flicking at her clit, never taking her eyes from Vivette. The older woman in turn didn't take her eyes from Laura's pussy, watching the girl's busy fingers with fascination. It was over quickly; Laura felt the trembling start in her thighs, and the warmth spreading rapidly through her body, then came with a gasp, her body twitching. Vivette got up from the sofa and knelt in front of the younger girl, her face close to Laura's pussy, inhaling the scent of musk. 'Has anyone else ever touched you there?' Vivette asked, and the warmth of her breath on Laura's clit sent another shudder through the girl. Not trusting her voice, Laura shook her head, and watched as Vivette dropped a gentle kiss on Laura's plump mound, her tongue flicking quickly, just once, against the trembling clit. Then she stood up and smoothed her tight skirt down her thighs, looking at the naked girl still lying spread-eagled on the chair. 'We might be able to teach you more than just French history while you are here,' she smiled at the exhausted girl, and turned to leave the room. At the door she stopped, and looked back over her shoulder: 'I'm glad that you appreciated our works of art, cherie,' she called, 'Don't forget, dinner is at 7,' and with that, she left the room. Laura, her mind fogged and bemused, realized that this sabbatical might be a little more interesting than she had originally thought…… To be continued The French Visit Ch. 02 The next morning dawned bright, the early mist clearing and the temperature rising quickly. Laura and Vivette decided to spend the day by the pool, enjoying the quiet sounds of the nearby countryside. Vivette appeared from her room wearing a striking bikini, her breasts barely covered by tiny triangles of almost translucent material. Laura could see the deep cleft of her sex outlined by the tight fabric, and felt her mouth suddenly dry. Laura herself was more modestly covered, her bathing suit rather old-fashioned compared to Vivette's ensemble. She wrapped herself in her towel before making her way downstairs, suddenly shy in front of the older woman. She wasn't sure what was going to happen: at dinner the previous evening Vivette had been her usual pleasant self, an ideal dining companion, and had made no mention of the episode in the master bedroom. Laura, however, couldn't stop thinking about it, thinking about the sight of her hostess's slim body writhing in pleasure, and the images of a stranger's cock pounding into the elegant French woman's ass hard and deep had thrilled her immeasurably. As Laura appeared downstairs, Vivette made a moue of disappointment, clearly displeased by her choice of outfit, but said nothing. The heavy pool side chairs were of old oak, steamer type chairs that the two girls could lie full length on, comfortable ticking cushions padding the wood. There were only a few inches between the two loungers; they were placed close enough to chat comfortably. Vivette was tanned, her skin a rich golden colour shading to honey. Laura, in contrast, was milky-fair, her skin dusted with a sprinkling of freckles. The sun was high, and Laura began to rub lotion into herself, knowing that she would turn an unflattering shade of pink if she wasn't careful. As she struggled to reach her upper arms, she turned to Vivette, and the older woman eagerly sat at the girl's side to help. Laura turned face down, and tried to settle, resting her head on her arms but Vivette slipped the straps of Laura's swim suit down, pulling firmly as Laura tried to resist. Laura held the top of her swim suit to her breast, but Vivette was determined. 'You do not want ugly lines, ma petite!' she chided the girl, 'and your breasts are too beautiful to hide.' Laura gave in, and allowed Vivette to pull the swim suit down to her hips. The woman was right. Laura's breasts were beautiful; she was a classic hourglass figure, flaring full hips and a curved line to her breasts that drew mens eyes. As she lay down again, she felt Vivette's hands on her back, smoothing the cool liquid lotion into her skin, easing her hands over her arms and down the curve of her waist. She worked methodically, covering all of the girl's back, further and further down until her fingertips were brushing against the lower edge of the suit skimming the girl's buttocks. Vivette enjoyed the contrast of her tanned hands against the girl's pale purity, and the softness and smoothness of the youthful skin. Then she moved down to her legs, using both hands to rub lotion up the girl's rounded thighs. Her fingertips slid down the insides, caressing the soft delicate skin there. Almost imperceptibly, the girls thighs separated, and she squirmed a little. Vivette's fingers slid inwards, and higher, until she was just brushing against the cloth of the swim suit. Her touch was feather-light, delicate flicks and strokes designed to tantalize. Teasingly, she moved back down again, rubbing lotion into Laura's curves with a business-like briskness, and smiled to herself as she heard a light moan escape the girl's lips. Her hands returned to caress the girl's back. This time, there was no pretence at rubbing in lotion, this time her touch was aimed to arouse, her nails lightly scratching, tickling the girls neck, then sliding down the length of her spine. She slid her hands down the sides of the girl's torso, brushing over the curves of her breasts at the side. Then her hands were smoothing across the tops of Laura's thighs, her thumbs dipping into the gap between them, curving round to the soft skin of her inner thigh again. Vivette knew this was exciting the girl, and she leaned forward to drop a row of whisper-light kisses across her shoulders, and her hands slipped down over her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh under the cloth of her swim-suit. 'Let me take this off, cherie,' she whispered into the girl's ear, and without waiting for an answer, she eased the stretchy material over the girl's hips. Laura raised herself slightly to help, and was soon lying there naked, her pale rounded buttocks quivering under the woman's expert touch. Vivette stroked the backs of the girl's thighs and then Laura felt her fingers, long and delicate, insinuate themselves between them, pushing in deeper to find the cleft of her sex. Vivette eased a finger gently inside the girl, and Laura gasped at the sensation, feeling every movement inside her, feeling Vivette's finger pressing against the walls of her vagina, exploring her intimately. She knew how wet she was, and could hear the moist sounds that heralded her arousal. Vivette was overcome with an urge to move more quickly. She wanted to thrust her fingers deep inside, and then stretch the girls pussy wide, ramming her hand in until the girl was coming wildly, her legs spread in abandon. But she knew that Laura was a virgin, and knew that her husband would want to bury himself in her first, to be the first to possess her fully, so she contented herself with just a slim finger rotating and tickling. Laura's pelvis was beginning to move, rocking slightly in response. Vivette whispered to her to turn over, and Laura did so, looking up at the woman who was now licking her finger, tasting the buttery juices of the girl lying in front of her. Her finger was soon buried back in Laura's hot sex, and she edged down the sun lounger until she was able to take the young girls clitoris in her mouth, sucking gently, flicking the nub of tissue with the tip of her tongue. Instinctively, Laura's hands moved to help, holding back the lips of her sex so that Vivette could explore, the woman's tongue massaging up her slit, licking and nibbling at her labia as she continued to finger into her pussy. Laura was slippery with longing as Vivette's finger slid into her easily, stimulating her to orgasm. The musky scent of her arousal was shimmering in the air, and Laura came with a startled gasp, her pelvis rocking to force Vivette's tongue harder onto her, to push her finger deeper. Vivette sat up, looking down at the young girl she had just brought to orgasm, enjoying the sight of the youthful body lying there relaxed, her legs still splayed open, her sex glistening and engorged. Laura sighed, a deep breath of satisfaction. 'Oh, that was lovely,' she smiled, and Vivette lay back down on her own sun lounger. 'Yes, it was,' she replied, 'you taste of honey, my sweet one.' As the women smiled at each other, Laura noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, and Vivette caught the angle of her gaze, turning to face the young man who had just appeared. He was tall and muscular, dressed only in a pair of tight denim shorts, resting his arms casually on a rake. Laura sat up slightly in alarm, but Vivette called over to him, and he wandered round the side of the pool. 'This is Paul,' she introduced the man to Laura, 'he is our gardener,' and she smiled at him, her eyes razing over his body. Laura recognized him: he had been the stranger in the video, the man who had ravaged Vivette so erotically. Laura couldn't help but copy Vivette: his body was hypnotic, powerfully muscled, a tan caused by honest outdoor work and not a salon, and an erection that his tight shorts did nothing to hide. It was obvious that he had been watching them, watching Laura come in ecstasy. He looked at Vivette, and a silent communication between them took place. She lay on her side and he slid in behind her, the large steamer accommodating them both easily. The sun loungers were so close together that Laura had the peculiar sensation that they were all sharing a bed. He quickly undid the ties holding Vivette's bikini bottoms at her hips, exposing her. Laura drank in the sight of the woman's pussy, a neat tuft of fair hair at the apex of her slit. She leant forward, wanting to see more, and was rewarded when Paul reached down from behind his mistress to finger her sex, his broad fingertip probing to find and massage her clit. He wriggled out of his shorts, and his cock stood firm and proud. Laura was so close that she could see he was virtually hairless: his balls were clean and smooth and he had only a tuft at the base of his shaft, almost identical to Vivette. He lifted the woman's leg high, pulling it back so that her sex was split open, her labia separating to reveal the deep musky cleft of her pussy. His cock drove into her, the bulbous tip distending her pussy. He slid into her inch by inch, and Laura watched intently. She had seen them fucking on tape, but this was so much better, the eroticism of their actions accompanied by the sounds of flesh against flesh, and the woman's groans of pleasure. Paul began to thrust. Harder and harder he shoved his cock into Vivette, his balls slapping against her thighs, buried in her to the hilt. Laura was realizing that Vivette preferred sex fast and hard and vigorous: the harder Paul rammed into her, the louder her murmurs of lust. He plunged deeply, ramming in like a jack hammer, and Vivette groaned as she felt his cock fill her, reaching to the neck of her womb, stimulating the velvet lined walls of her cunt. She looked over at Laura, seeing that the girl was watching the cock driving into her. Vivette needed to play with her clit, to rub until she came, screaming Paul's name, feeling him pumping inside her, unloading his hot come into her needy pussy. She wanted to feel Laura's fingers on her, to have her pussy used by the two of them, working together to bring her to orgasm. But she knew there would be time for that later: there was plenty of time to teach the girl the art of pleasuring a woman. Paul's hands had reached under the woman, and were playing with her breasts, pulling almost brutally at her nipples, pinching and tweaking them, leaving red marks on her skin. Laura, despite coming only minutes earlier, felt the familiar heat rise within her as she watched the couple copulating, and almost subconsciously, her hand wandered between her legs, exploring for that nub of pleasure. Laura's hand mimicked the girl's actions, and the two of them lay facing one another, each masturbating frantically as Paul continued to plunder Vivette's pussy. Vivette began to shudder, and Laura watched her face contort, her eyes screwing up almost as though she was in pain, and Laura knew that the older woman was about to come. Her fingers, rolling and pulling at her clit, speeded up and she came with a loud moan. Still Paul continued to ram into her, ignoring her pleas to stop, stimulating her cunt beyond endurance, as after quivers from her orgasm rocked through her body. Paul was about to come: his cock was hard, his balls heavy, and he wanted to see his seed erupt over the women. He pulled out from his mistress; his cock covered in her oily juices, and kneeled above her, holding his cock firmly. His fingers moved rapidly up and down his shaft, rubbing over the bulbous tip which was leaking pre-cum copiously. He could feel his seed rising, his balls tensing, and with a loud shout, he spurted hot streams of come over the girl laying on the lounger, watching in fascination, her hand still playing with her clit. Droplets landed on her, her face, her breasts and her belly, each almost burning. The scent of his come hung in the air, hot sex and salt. Vivette reached across and wiped up a droplet from the young girl's breast: she sucked the seed from her finger tip, and then licked up another that had landed on the girl's nipple. Laura shuddered, a tremor of longing arcing through her body. She knew that this was only the start: she knew that she too would soon feel the pleasure of a thick cock in her pussy. To be continued... The French Visit Ch. 03 The next day was Friday, and Georges was due back from Paris. The two women had gone to the local market to collect groceries; the cook had the weekend off and Georges was a celebrated amateur chef, Vivette told Laura: he would want to cook dinner for their guest himself. The man that came home that evening was not who Laura was expecting. He was tall, almost gangly, his body slim and fine-boned. He wasn't conventionally handsome, but his gentle mobile face and his soft bright smile were appealing. He was several years older than Vivette, and his sensitivity seemed to balance her liveliness. Dinner that evening was fun: Georges demanded an audience as he cooked, and the two women sat at the large farmhouse table in the kitchen, drinking red wine as they watched him chop, slice and marinade his way to a superb cassoulet, and a feather-light roulade. The conversation was equally light, Georges keeping them entertained with tales of his youth. He had been a post-graduate student of Professor Cox, and had fond memories of his time in Laura's home town. As the wine was drunk, the conversation turned headier. Georges reminded Laura of the times he had visited her home many years ago. She had only been a small girl, but thought that she could remember a charming young man twirling her up in the air in exuberant greeting. As the memories returned, she realized that Georges's visits tended to coincide with her trips to visit her father's older cousin for the weekend. As a child at the time, she had resented this: cousin Nellie was a pleasant lady, but childless and her house wasn't a particularly jolly place. Later, Laura thought that maybe her parents, their marriage childless for so long, had grown used to time alone, and that her trips were an attempt by them to recapture a bit of piece and quiet. Now, aware of Georges and his wife and learning a little of their sexual nature, she wondered if there had been another motive. Georges caught her speculative glance and smiled at her. 'Your mother was a very beautiful woman, cherie, and very passionate,' he grinned lasciviously, and raised his glass in salute. Laura was shocked: she couldn't imagine her parents involved in any way with this vibrant couple, the thought of her parents as sexual beings a rather alien notion. The wine was going to her head, and she felt ready for anything, but she was taken aback when Georges pushed his chair back and excused himself, explaining that his long day had tired him out and he needed sleep. The household slept, except for Laura. She tossed and turned in bed, anxious for something, but not too sure what, knowing that this evening had had a very disappointing end for her. Georges, on the other hand, was pleased. His wife had told him of their houseguest in a great deal of detail, and he was looking forward to seeing his wife's tongue on the English girl's pussy. Laura's figure was striking; she was a sturdy English peasant in comparison to his slender wife, but her curves were inviting, lush womanly hips and softly rounded thighs that he had wanted to bury his face between. Her breasts hung heavy, swaying as she had walked, and he wanted to hold and caress them, knowing they would be firm but pliable, luscious to the touch. Laura slept late the next morning, having eventually fallen into an exhausted sleep in the early hours. The house was empty when she finally made her way to the kitchen, and a short note explained that the couple had gone to see Georges's elderly relatives. She was to have a pleasant day and they would see her before dinner. After eating a light lunch, she found herself wandering aimlessly, not knowing what to do with herself, and eventually she was drawn back to the master bedroom and the pile of videos there. Choosing one at random, she slipped it into the machine and settled to watch. The scene opened with a view of the bedroom sofa. Paul was sitting there, his bottom close to the edge of the seat, his muscular thighs spread. He had a vaunting erection, his hand was holding the shaft firmly, and he was slowly wanking it, smoothing his fingers over the soft skin, reaching to cup his heavy balls then rubbing his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock. The camera roamed lovingly over his body, then focused in on his cock. It was clear he enjoyed performing: he was thrusting his hips forward to exhibit himself, wiping pre-cum from the bulbous helmet and sucking it from his finger. Then the camera pulled back and another figure settled in front of him, kneeling between his spread thighs. The angle changed, and a side-on view showed Georges's profile, his mouth opening as he leant down to engulf the younger man's cock. Paul continued to wank, his cock too large for Georges to take it all, and Georges's hands began to play with his own cock. The camera panned down for a moment, giving a close-up of his masturbation, his fingers encircling his sturdy cock, jerking rapidly. He wasn't as large as Paul, but his cock was shapely, the tip in proportion to the width of his shaft. Laura knew that it must be Vivette operating the camera, and wondered how she could watch her husband with another man. Then she realized that she herself was finding this intensely erotic, her pussy growing wet at the thought of seeing this for real. Both men were rock-hard by now, their erections straining. The camera stopped for a moment, then the image reappeared, and the action had moved to the bed. It had been fixed in position, and the two men lay on the bed together, Georges's hand wrapped around Paul's cock. Then a slim figure joined them; Vivette had come out from behind the camera, apparently unable to stop herself joining in. She climbed onto the bed between them, and their hands began to play with her, stroking and massaging. Their fingers rubbed over her small breasts, rolling her nipples, pulling them to erect buttons. Vivette drew her legs up, her knees falling outwards exposing her pussy, and both men began to delve there, working a finger each inside the warm haven of her sex. Their fingers worked her unmercifully, rubbing at her clit with brutal precision until she was writhing under their hands, holding onto her husband's wrist as he pumped his fingers into her. Laura was fascinated: the mens fingers stretched and pulled at Vivette's cunt, exposing it to the camera and Vivette was shameless, pushing herself closer to allow a better view. Then Paul removed his fingers, and rolled over onto his back. Georges helped Vivette mount the gardener, the younger man holding his own cock as the lady of the house was lowered onto him. She leaned forward and kissed Paul passionately. Her husband's hands began to play with her buttocks, and he parted them gently, showing the camera the deep cleft between them, and the sight of Paul's fat cock drilling into her as he lifted his hips. Georges probed, and a fingertip slid into her dark entrance, rotating inside her, massaging the muscular walls. Laura watched as Vivette looked over her shoulder, her lips moved and she was obviously giving instructions, for Georges's finger immediately speeded up, massaging more vigorously, beginning to pump hard alternating with the thrusts of Paul's cock. Laura couldn't watch any more. She was desperate to come herself, to rub her own taut clitoris to orgasm, but she hoped that this evening would bring her pleasure, and decided that a little self control now would help her. She went to her own room to rest, but couldn't rid her mind of erotic images, her fantasies of the coming evening getting wilder. Vivette and Georges had deliberately left Laura on her own, knowing that she would be working herself into a frenzy. As soon as they arrived home, Vivette went to check on the videos and was gratified to find that she had understood the girl completely. The pile had been disturbed, and there was a video in the machine. Vivette switched it on out of curiosity, and was rewarded with the sight of herself riding Paul's cock, her husband pumping his finger deep into her anus. She smiled: this had been one of their first filmed sessions, and the first time she had been taken by two men. If Laura had watched for a few minutes more, she would have seen Georges ease his cock into Vivette's ass in place of his finger. Vivette could still recall the intense feeling of fullness, almost pain, that had shot through her pelvis and lower belly. Sandwiched between the two men, her body being stimulated, four hands working over her, she remembered her explosive orgasm, coming until her legs were weak and she was panting in exhaustion. Dinner that evening was taken in a state of tension. Superficially, the conversation was light and playful but there was an air of anticipation hovering. They took their after dinner brandies in the lounge, and Vivette sat close to Laura on the large sofa, Georges facing them in an easy chair. Laura sipped at the fiery spirit, unused to the flavour but enjoying the warmth searing down her throat. As she lowered her glass, she felt Vivette's hand brush her cheek, the woman running her finger over the downy softness of her cheek. The older woman moved closer, her arm extending along the back of the sofa behind the English girl, who automatically leaned towards her. Vivette kissed her on the cheek, whispering that they had missed her that day, and they would make up for leaving her. She trailed kisses down the girl's cheek, and her tongue began to dance over her neck and around her ear, tickling and teasing. Vivette's arm slid from the sofa back to fall around her shoulders, caressing her skin, and easing down the straps of the simple vest top Laura was wearing. Her fingers slid under the girls top and she caressed her full breasts. Laura turned fully to face Vivette, wanting to kiss, wanting to feel the woman's tongue exploring her mouth, and Vivette did so, hearing in the background the sound of Georges shifting in his chair. He had leaned forward to get a closer view. Vivette pushed Laura gently back in her seat, and with a purposeful movement, she slipped the vest top over the girls head, and reached around her back to unfasten the girl's plain cotton bra. Her breasts, released, fell forward, full and warm, topped with rosy nipples that hardened under the gaze of the older couple. She had a fleeting sensation of shyness, but their obvious admiration and interest overcame this, and she pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forward. Vivette briefly lowered her mouth to kiss the girls breasts, her tongue lightly flicking over the erect tips, but she moved swiftly on to helping the girl undress, unfastening her plain cotton jeans and slipping them off. Laura was wearing simple white panties, and Vivette could see the dark hair of her pussy through their translucency. There was a spot of moisture already beginning to appear at her crotch; the girl's excitement was palpable. Vivette knelt in front of Laura, easing her panties over her full hips, and the scent of her arousal was apparent. She helped Laura slide to the edge of the sofa, and spread her thighs for her, pushing them out so that both she and Georges could enjoy the view of the virginal pussy tucked away shyly in the dark hair. Vivette could sense Georges moving closer, wanting to see his wife's tongue on the girl's taut clit, and she extended her hands to the pussy lips in front of her, parting them delicately, pulling back so that they could both see the inner lips and her clit peeking out, and the dark warm cave of her vagina. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to Laura's clit, a feather-light angel's kiss that set the girl squirming. Georges came and sat beside the women. He reached out to play with Laura's breasts, and they were as pleasurable as he had dreamed of, full and weighty, the flesh pliable, the nipples responsive to his touch. He watched intently as his wife lapped gently at the girl's pussy, her tongue roaming over the pink, glistening crevices and folds, probing the teenage virgin cunt that he would soon be ploughing into, bringing the girl to a peak of pleasure. Laura was very wet now and Georges could hear the moist sounds of her juices. Vivette pushed a finger inside her cunt, and they both saw Laura's reaction: she rocked her pelvis as if to force the finger deeper inside, riding it desperately. 'I think she's ready for you, my darling,' whispered Vivette, and Georges agreed. The couple rapidly disrobed, Vivette wearing only a simple tunic dress that she pulled off to reveal her nakedness. They helped the girl to the floor, where she half-lay, half-sat against Vivette, her back to the woman's small breasts. Vivette had stretched her long legs to either side of the girl, and Laura could feel the heat from the woman's pussy radiating against her lower back. The woman's hands were around Laura, almost cuddling her, playing with her breasts, lifting them in turn to Georges's questing mouth. He sucked gently on her nipples, and it was though there was a direct connection to her pussy, spears of excitement shooting through her at his touch. His cock was erect, and he knew she wanted him. Vivette held back the girl's thighs, spreading Laura's sex lips for him, her hands playing with the soft hair, probing the girl's clit. Georges placed the broad head of his cock against the entrance to Laura's sex, and then eased in slightly, teasing her. He sank in slowly, and she gasped in excitement. She had expected pain, but she was so slippery with longing that he was admitted entrance easily. Pulling back, he could feel her tight vaginal muscles clamping down on him. She was tight, and the heat of her was incredible. He wouldn't last long, he knew: it had been a long and busy week and he needed release, he needed to shoot his come into a welcoming pussy. Vivette watched as her husband slowly drove his cock into the girl, and she could feel how wet the girl had become. Vivette continued caressing the girls breasts and nipples, kissing her neck and shoulders, occasionally reaching down to finger her clit. Georges watched as she did this, marveling that his wife, who preferred her caresses and sex to be vigorous, almost rough, could have such a delicate touch with others. He felt his orgasm rising; his scrotum tensed, and Vivette saw his expression change, his eyes narrowing, and she knew that he was about to pump his come into this girl. Laura felt his thrusts change, and then heard him groan. He slipped out from her, and hot come oozed from her pussy. Laura hadn't come as yet, and Georges lowered his mouth to her, flicking at her clit as Vivette had done. He could taste his own seed mingled with her juices, a heady mixture of salt, musk and sex. Laura had been very close, and only a few caresses were needed before she felt her own orgasm begin, a wave of pressure rising in her, making her catch her breath. She came in a rush, pushing her pelvis down, grinding her clit on to his tongue again and again. Georges sat back on his heels, his mouth glistening with her juices, and looked down at the young girl leaning back against his wife, her legs still akimbo. Her eyes were closed in pleasure, and Vivette still played with the girl's breasts, moulding them and rolling the nipples between her fingers causing after shocks and tremors to shudder through the girls body. Vivette needed to come; she had been so aroused at the sight of Georges taking the girls virginity that she wanted to join in. She helped Laura lean against the sofa, and sat on it herself, spreading her thighs, reaching for her clit. Her delicate fingers stroked and rubbed, and she pulled her thighs back further, knowing that Georges and Laura were both watching. She worked her clit slowly, knowing that the others would soon recover and she wanted them to help her. Sure enough, Laura moved closer, watching Vivette's fingers playing. Laura wanted to taste her, to lick at her in the way that she had been pleasured, but she didn't know how. Georges saw her hesitation, and he smiled. 'Didn't we say that we would teach you whatever you wanted to know, cherie?' he murmured, and with that, he demonstrated to Laura where she needed to place her tongue. Laura leaned forward, and for the first time, she tasted another woman. Vivette's clitoris was firm, almost rubbery, and warm. Her juices were tangy and salty, smooth against her tongue. The erotic lesson continued, Georges explaining how to lick steadily, keeping an even pressure, then to suck at Vivette's pussy lips to tease her. Laura's tongue worked its way down to the cleft of Vivette's cunt, and she dipped inside slightly, finding a pool of creamy white moisture there. Then she returned to nibble at the older woman's clit, feeling it engorge and rise to a peak under her inexperienced but eager caress. Vivette was reaching her orgasm. Her husband had been massaging her breasts, pulling at her nipples roughly in the way he knew she enjoyed. Suddenly, she felt Laura thrust a finger into her pussy, pushing against the sides, rotating it deeply into her, whilst she kept her tongue firmly on the woman's clit. This pushed Vivette over the edge, and she came hard, her pelvis moving rhythmically, keen to have Laura lap up all her come. Georges watched as his wife rode the young girl's tongue, both of them enjoying this. Laura was obviously open to new experiences, and he knew exactly what they would teach her whilst she was staying with them. To be continued… The French Visit Ch. 04 Georges had to return to Paris late on Sunday evening to complete his business deal there, so they decided to make a day of it, and enjoy the glorious summer weather. Laura was still a little in shock over what had happened the previous night. She had talked to girlfriends about their sexual experiences, of course, long gossipy intimate conversations over glasses of cider in the Students Union, and thought she had known what it was all about, but she hadn't expected anything as explosively sensual as the experience she had had. For the most part, the girls initially talked of romance, long kisses and gentle caresses, but as the evenings wore on and more drink taken, they confessed the reality; fumbling, eager boys who came too soon with little regard for their lovers pleasure. She had grown wary of them, the drunken rugby players, the noisy soccer stars, even the studious library worms; she viewed them all with the same jaundiced eye, only out for what they could get. But now she realized that in the right hands, her body was designed to give her a lot of pleasure. As before, Vivette made no mention of the previous evening. She was in the kitchen preparing a picnic lunch when Laura came down after a sound night's sleep. The two women worked together companionably, and soon the three of them were ready to set off. Georges had chosen an old castle a few miles from home for their day trip. As they drove there, he gave Laura a potted history of the castle and its role in the 100 Years War with the ancient enemy, the English. The castle was magnificent; a resolute tribute to the medieval French who had laboured to build it's sturdy walls. The grounds were extensive; many acres of land designed for deer to roam within to allow the masters of the estate their hunt. It was high summer, and many families had chosen to spend their Sunday afternoon there, exploring the grounds, the shrill excited cries of school children echoing from the ancient maze, lost in the shadows within. Laura and her companions wandered deep into the woodlands around the castle, well off the signposted footpaths, and gradually the noise of the other visitors dwindled and faded. Georges and Vivette were holding hands, their affection for each other obvious. They walked almost in silence, occasionally pointing out red squirrels and pheasants, listening to the sounds of the countryside. It seemed to Laura that the couples wandering wasn't arbitrary; they knew where they were heading, and soon came to a sheltered grove, the sunlight diffused through the canopy of leaves overhead, dappling the undergrowth. This was an ideal spot for a picnic, Vivette declared, and Georges set down the wickerwork basket he had been patiently carrying. Vivette spread the picnic rug out on the soft grass, and the three of them settled back to enjoy the cold collation that they had prepared-being French, Georges had insisted on a fine wine to accompany their meal, and soon, happily relaxed, Laura lay back, drifting peacefully. She lay with her hands behind her head, stretched out, looking up through the trees, and thought that she had never been so content in her life. Georges and Vivette were cuddled up beside her, Vivette with her head resting on Georges shoulder, his arm around her. Laura gradually became aware of movement: Vivette had slowly moved her hand down and pulled Georges polo shirt from his waist band, and eased her hand up to rest against his stomach lazily scratching and stroking the dark hair across his chest. Laura heard him growl quietly, his hand pressing hers to hold it still, but she was determined. She slid her fingers down and unfastened his belt, pulling it open, then slowly slid down his zipper. She eased her fingers inside, and rested there for a moment, her slim fingers pressing against the growing bulge of his groin. Laura turned on her side to watch: at the moment she was content to remain an observer and learn what she could from them. She smiled inwardly: none of her seminars at college had been this exciting. Vivette's fingers were beginning to move, curling around Georges's cock. With a sigh of mock exasperation, Georges lifted up his hips and pushed his trousers down to allow his wife easier access to his cock. He rested back, and when his wife's head bent to his cock to take him in her mouth, he raised his hand to stroke her hair gently. Vivette licked her lips in anticipation, and slowly opened her mouth to engulf Georges's rapidly hardening shaft. She licked delicately at the slitted opening of his cock head, and then ran her tongue around the crown, nibbling lightly, kissing her way down the shaft until her nose was tickled by his hair. She kissed his balls, carefully holding them in one small hand, caressing with her finger tips. She licked lightly, and then sucked each one very gently into her mouth. She delved deeper, holding his scrotum up slightly, licking the under surface. Georges spread his thighs slightly and she probed, her tongue reaching his perineum. Then she returned to his cock, kissing and mouthing her way up his sturdy shaft. She opened her mouth wide again, and took his bulbous shaft deep into her throat. Laura was watching intently, fascinated with Vivette's movements, the constant stimulation she was applying to Georges cock and scrotum, working him with her hand, tongue and throat. Laura watched Georges's face: he had closed his eyes, and his hands held his wife's head to his cock, gently forcing her down. Vivette swallowed, and moved her tongue against his shaft, massaging him in her mouth. She released him slightly, her mouth sucking the engorged tip, her hand wanking the shaft slowly. Then she sat up: she wanted to feel him inside her, his cock filling her needy pussy, and she slipped off her summer dress. She was wearing only a tiny thong, and pulled this to one side. She straddled him, and he held his cock, guiding it into her. Laura came closer, wanting to see Georges's cock coated in Vivette's slick juices. She watched as Georges began raising his hips, pumping into Vivette. Holding onto his wife's hips, he helped her move on him, and she rotated her pelvis, grinding her sex onto his. Laura reached out and stroked Vivette's back, wanting to join in, but not sure where to begin. Vivette looked around at her and smiled. 'I want you to play with me, cherie,' she asked, 'I need you both in me.' At first, Laura was a little unsure at what she was being asked to do, but then she remembered the sight of Vivette on video, her anus being probed by her husband's finger. Vivette leaned forward, changing the angle of penetration of her pussy, and began to move her pelvis, driving her clitoris against Georges's pubic bone, enjoying the rough stimulation. Laura sucked her middle finger, and then pulled aside the thin thread of Vivette's thong, exposing her tight anus. She recalled what Georges had done, and first pressed the pad of her finger to the amber ring, feeling how tight the older woman was. Slowly the muscular ring relaxed slightly, and her fingertip slipped inside. She was amazed at the heat and tightness, the muscles clamping down on her exploring finger. She needed more lubrication, and leaned forward to lick, her tongue working the tight ring along with her finger, pushing constantly. Her finger was soon engulfed, buried deep in Vivette's bowels, feeling the muscular walls. Vivette was relaxing now, her tight ring dilating slightly, and Laura speeded up her thrusts. Remembering how Georges had timed his fingering to coincide with the thrusting of Paul's cock, she tried to do the same, and was rewarded with mewls of pleasure from Vivette. Laura pulled her finger out, and decided to try with two. Licking again at Vivette's musky entrance, she overlapped her forefinger and middle finger, and edged the two of them in. Vivette groaned, and Georges could feel her clench her vaginal muscles round his cock in excitement. Vivette continued to ride Georges's cock, the pressure from Laura's fingers pushing her onto him. Her arousal and excitement were mounting, and she looked around at the teenager finger-fucking her anus. 'Please, ma cherie, I need more,' she pleaded, and Laura cast around for inspiration. She saw the empty wine bottle lying at the edge of the picnic blanket, and reached for it. She sucked the narrow neck of the bottle, and removing her fingers from Vivette, she placed the neck of the bottle against the woman's dark entrance. She pushed slowly at first, but soon Vivette's ring had dilated to take the bottle neck, the ribbed end massaging her. The cool, unyielding glass was an entirely different experience for Vivette, and she welcomed the alien sensation, her anus relaxing further to accept it. Laura pushed a little, and soon the bottle neck was buried deep inside Vivette. Holding it by the bottom, Laura began to twist slightly, maneuvering the bottle gently, probing and rotating it until Vivette began to pant, her pussy twitching and her ass clamping down in spasms of pleasure. Georges could feel her orgasm rising; he could see the change in her expression; she was biting down on her lip as if in intense concentration, her eyes closed. He could feel the pressure of the bottle neck through the thin membrane dividing his wife's pussy and ass, and it was stimulating his cock further. He had been taken aback, and excited, by the way in which Laura had casually violated Vivette's anus with the bottle. He wanted to see the bottle buried deep in Vivette's ass, to see her tight ring stretched and to take her himself there. But now he wanted to unload into her cunt, to pump his come deep inside her and watch Laura lick his wife clean. His balls tensed, and he spurted, coming with a groan. Vivette felt the hot juices moistening her tunnel, and this was the final sensation her abused ass and pussy could take; she came too, collapsing against her husband's chest, quivering as he held her. Laura eased the bottle out, the ribbed end triggering a further shudder as it teased Vivette's hole one last time. Georges lay Vivette down on the blanket on her back, gently parting her thighs. His juices were gathered there, creamy white, oozing from her vagina. Laura knelt between the woman's spread legs and lowered her mouth as Georges directed, licking at the pussy lips, engorged and reddened. Vivette gasped and writhed, her body still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, but Georges held her down, and Laura's tongue became bolder, probing and licking, swallowing down the mixed love juices. Vivette was thrashing around, her pelvis rocking, not sure if the sensations building up inside her were a continuation of her first orgasm, or the beginnings of a second but she knew that she couldn't take any more. Gasping, almost sobbing, she pleaded with them to stop. Georges relented, and released her, and she turned onto her side, her body languid, and every muscle at ease. She watched as her husband moved closer to Laura and they kissed, Georges's tongue exploring the teenager's mouth, and Vivette knew he tasted his own come, a taste he enjoyed. As they relaxed on the blanket, Laura broke the silence, asking a question that she longed to know the answer to. She wanted to know what anal sex was like. Was it painful? She knew it looked incredibly erotic, but would she enjoy it? 'Ah, cherie,' replied Vivette, 'with the right man, anything can be enjoyable.' Laura knew, without being told, that a silent promise had been made. They planned to show her just how enjoyable it could be. Georges had to return to Paris for a few days first though, and Laura thought that she would die of frustration. She and Vivette got along very well, and the older woman was making sure that she kept up to date with her college work, redoing her failed assignments, keeping her occupied until her work improved beyond recognition. The intellectual challenge took her mind off the coming weekend a little, but her body was yearning for it. Vivette had shown no signs of wanting Laura for herself, despite Laura's hints. It was though the older woman was determined to heighten the erotic tension by denying Laura any means of release, other than by herself. Laura was masturbating frequently in the privacy of her room, her fingers frantically playing with her clit, but it wasn't the same. She needed someone else's fingers on her, someone else's fingers probing her pussy and a tongue licking at her clit. One night, unable to sleep, she moved a hand down to her buttocks, and began to probe at her tight anus. It was closed tight, and she needed lubrication. Licking her fingertip, she tried again. This time she was able to ease her finger inside. It wasn't painful, and she began to move it slowly, rotating in tiny circles, feeling the pressure. She realized she was holding her breath in anticipation. What would a cock feel like there? Georges came home that weekend in good form; his business had gone well and he planned to take a few days off to spend with his guest. There was a holiday atmosphere in the house, a sense of anticipation and expectation. Laura knew what was going to happen, and she felt her stomach cramp in excitement at the thought of Georges cock buried deep in her bowels. It happened that evening. Vivette had led Laura to the master bedroom where Georges was waiting. He was watching one of their videos, and Laura caught a glimpse of Georges thrusting into Paul on screen before he switched it off. She felt a peculiar twitch deep inside at the thought of seeing the two men together, but her attention was drawn by the erection Georges was already sporting-he had found the video as exciting as she had. She quailed slightly-he looked so big; surely he wouldn't just ram his cock into her? Then she was embraced by Vivette, and the sensation of the older woman's body pressed against hers, and their mouths meeting, tongues entwining, relaxed her fears. Still embracing, the women fell onto the bed, their hands working eagerly, pulling off each others clothing. Vivette went quickly to the focus of Laura's passion, fastening her mouth on the younger girl's clit, licking steadily. Her fingers were probing her pussy, drawing out the moisture and spreading it over the girl's lips, sliding up and down the hidden folds and crevices. Georges was watching carefully: he was tempted to film this, to capture this girl's first anal experience on camera, but he decided against it, he wanted to join in. Vivette had pushed back Laura's legs, her face buried deep between her thighs, her mouth working frantically, tonguing the younger woman's pussy and licking down her perineum. Then she stopped; drawing back, she asked Laura to turn over. Pulling a pillow from the head of the bed, she propped the girl up comfortably, her buttocks slightly raised. Vivette began to massage the full, plump buttocks, her fingers pressing deeply. She leant down and began to nibble and bite at the younger girl's flesh, teasing her. Vivette's thumbs slipped down into the deep cleft between the girl's plump cheeks, and she spread them, exposing the dark shadow of her anus, the tight ring closed. Her mouth began to work there, licking the puckered rosebud, and Laura quivered under her touch. This was so different from her own fingers; the moist warmth of Vivette's tongue probing her triggered an explosion of need within her. Georges moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed, enjoying the sight of the young woman defenceless with pleasure at being tongue fucked. He held up a tube of lubricant, and Vivette held out her hand for some. She exchanged her tongue for a finger, the silky lube allowing it easy entry, and began to push harder until her finger was well inside. Laura braced herself; she was on her hands and knees now, Vivette driving her finger into her firmly, rotating and massaging. Georges was becoming inpatient; he knew his wife was having fun, but he needed a turn. Vivette had reached up under the girl with her other hand and was fingering her clit whilst ramming her finger inside her ass. He knew that Laura would come soon, and he wanted her to come with him buried inside her, to feel her ass muscles clamp down, milking his cock of his come. His wife knew what he wanted, and reluctantly withdrew. Laura murmured a protest, but was soon comforted by the feel of Georges's cock pressing against her anus. He felt much larger than Vivette's finger, but she was so excited that she pressed back against him, and his cock head entered her ring. She gasped; for a moment she had second thoughts, but after a short burst of pain, he was soon inside, and the pain was replaced by an amazing sensation of fullness, her tight ring stretched, her ass walls being stimulated by his driving cock. He moved slowly at first until she was used to the size of him, but then unable to contain himself any more, he began to ride her ass, pulling back on her hips, slapping into her. She was gasping, the breath being buffeted from her with each thrust. Vivette's fingers had returned to her clit, rubbing her, pushing fingers inside her pussy again. Vivette loved to watch her husband fuck other women, to see him give them the pleasure that he gave her, but this girl was special. She was a true hedonist, eager to try anything. Laura was coming-the combination of her tight ring being stretched beyond endurance and her clit being fingered unmercifully was too much for her. Georges felt her ass muscles clamping as he had hoped, and his cock was held in a vice-like grip as she moaned and quivered beneath him. His wife's hands moved to cup his balls and this extra stimulation caused his come to erupt from him, pumping into the girl's hot tunnel. He slipped out from her, followed by a gush of creamy fluid. Laura remained on her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath, her buttocks still spread. Vivette moved in behind her, and licked at her, lapping over her anus, and scooping up her husbands come on her tongue. Georges watched, amazed once more at his wife's eroticism. Next time, he decided, he would have to get this on tape. The next morning, Laura woke late, back in her own bed. Her bottom was a little sore, but she knew that Vivette had been correct; with the right man, anything was enjoyable. The French Visit Ch. 05 The French Visit Ch. 5 Laura enjoyed the company of Georges over the next few days: he may have been a successful businessman, but he had also been a post-graduate student of her father, and as such was well versed in academic debate and discussion. She learnt a lot from him, French history and politics being his favourite topic, and they had heated debates well into the night. Georges's earnest seriousness belied his youthful outlook on life, and she could see that he and Vivette were well matched. Laura was tempted to ask about Paul and his place in the relationship. She knew that they had all been involved together based on the videos she had seen, but did Georges know that Vivette allowed Paul access to her body when Georges wasn't there? Laura thought that he must do; he knew his wife's appetites and must realize that she wasn't able to contain herself until the weekend and his return. Perhaps it excited him that she was fucking other men: maybe she told him about it in phone calls to help him through the week when he was away? Then another thought struck her: in some of the videos she had seen, Georges had taken a subservient role: he had been sucking Paul's cock, or watching the younger man drive his cock into Vivette's ass-maybe Paul demanded the use of Vivette's body and Georges had no choice but to let him? Whatever the dynamic, Laura realized that this was something that excited her, the three of them enjoying each other's bodies in an open relationship. She wondered what had happened to Paul over the last few days-she hadn't seen him around. She mentioned to this to Vivette over breakfast one morning, and Vivette told her that Paul was away filming: he was a part-time actor and had a small role in a new film. This made sense to Laura: his physical beauty was spectacular-she should have realized he was an actor or a model. He returned later that week, and seemed happy enough to resume his role as gardener and general handyman. The hard physical labour kept him in shape, and lazing by the pool, watching him rolling the lawn, Laura admired his taut muscles, the bulging arms and the flat stomach he paraded in low-slung jeans shorts. His shorts rode low on his hips, the snapper open, and she could see the dark hair at the base of his belly. She was warm in the sun, and closing her eyes, she became drowsy, losing herself in a fantasy of Paul plunging his prodigious cock deep into her. She awoke a short time later, the crotch of her borrowed bikini damp, and the induced warmth in her pelvis radiating through her. It had been a few days since her last session with Georges and Vivette and her appetites were beginning to peak; she knew she needed to be taken again, to be ravaged, her sex touched and her hot pussy filled with hard cock. At dinner that evening, she dressed carefully; instead of her usual casual vest top, she wore a tightly fitting shirt, the neckline low, the buttons just meeting across her bosom, emphasizing the fullness of her breasts .She piled up her long auburn hair, and applied her make-up, outlining her green eyes with liner, smudging it for a sultry look. Her appearance wasn't lost on her hosts; they knew what she wanted and they had been waiting for the signs. They wanted her hungry for them, desperate for the touch of them, until she would do whatever they wanted her to do. Vivette loved to perform, her fantasies revolving around a common theme of being watched. She wanted to show off for the English girl, to demonstrate just what her body was for, and how much pleasure she could bestow with it. They had planned that evening for Paul to join them: he had been away for a while, and Vivette had missed him. She knew that her husband enjoyed seeing her with other men in the same way that she loved watching him with others; it was erotic for the pair of them to see how much others wanted them. They had adjourned to the master suite; Laura and Vivette cosy together on the large sofa, Georges sitting opposite. He had chosen a video for them to watch. It was the one he had been watching previously, and Laura gazed in fascination as Georges's cock sank slowly in Paul's ass. The younger man was on his hands and knees, and Vivette's tiny hands were under his belly, pulling rapidly at his turgid cock. Laura leaned forward to take in all the action, catching her breath in excitement, and at that moment, Paul arrived. He had showered after his work, and his shoulder length dark hair was slicked back, his skin glowing with health. A true performer, he knew that they had been waiting for him, and strode confidently into the room. He kissed Vivette on both cheeks in greeting, and smiled at Laura, taking in her sudden blush, his eyes grazing over her body. She was curvaceous, almost plump; he normally preferred his women slender but her breasts were magnificent, and he looked forward to exploring her. He leaned over to kiss her too, his lips brushing her cheek, and he could almost smell her teenage excitement. Vivette's hand was on his thigh, and as he kissed the teenager again, his tongue exploring her mouth, he felt his mistress's hand slide up his thigh, and she settled on his burgeoning cock, pressing firmly. Vivette wanted to take his cock in her mouth: she loved the weight of it in her, filling her throat, massaging the thick shaft with her tongue as he thrust against the roof of her mouth. She unzipped his chinos: he lifted his hips slightly, but his mouth never left Laura. His hands were entwined in the girl's hair, pulling her to him, and then he began to caress her neck, sliding his hands down the fullness of her breasts, skillfully unfastening her shirt. Her breasts overflowed from her bra, and he pulled it down, releasing her nipples. He sucked gently on them, erect and firm under his mobile tongue. Vivette had released his cock, and she had knelt in front of him, her eager mouth seeking his bulbous helmet, wanting to taste him. He was twisted awkwardly on the sofa, his upper body turned towards Laura, his hips towards Vivette. Georges decided that they should move to the bed-there was room for them all over there. Georges's own cock was beginning to firm now; he knew what he wanted to do. Paul had lain on his back, Laura leaning over him, her breasts brushing his face. He tried to capture her nipples in his mouth, bringing up his hands to mould and caress her breasts. Vivette was working on his cock, licking up his shaft, sucking deeply on the broad tip, and then gently mouthing his scrotum. Then Paul felt another pair of hands on him. Georges had moved to the foot of the bed, and was playing with Paul's muscular thighs. He cupped Paul's scrotum and played with his balls as Vivette continued to suck the tip of his cock into her hungry mouth. Georges's fingers began to explore, massaging Paul's perineum, sliding down to the deep cleft of his buttocks. Paul felt a cold and wet sensation against his cleft, and knew that Georges had applied lubricant. He felt a finger begin to probe at his anus, the tight muscular ring protesting at first at the invasion, then easing slightly. Georges began to slide his finger into Paul, pushing at the tight walls of the younger mans rectum and massaging his prostate. Paul groaned, half in pain and half in pleasure, and Laura sat back to watch. Vivette helped her husband pull back Paul's legs, spreading his thighs. She wanted to see her husband enter, pushing his cock into Paul's dark entrance, and she manipulate her husband's cock quickly, ensuring he was hard enough. Georges took his cock in his fist, and guided it to Paul's tight amber ring. Pushing slowly, his engorged cock head entered Paul, the younger man moaning a little as he was impaled. Vivette began to stroke Paul's cock, pulling gently, caressing the tip, and lifting his balls, squeezing gently as Georges thrust into him. She leant over to take Paul's erection in her mouth, Georges's flat stomach brushing against her hair as he drove in deeply. Georges had hold of the younger man's powerful thighs, his arms wrapped around them, pulling Paul hard onto his cock. Vivette sucked deeply, engulfing Paul's straining cock, wanting to taste him, wanting to tease him to orgasm. Georges was groaning now, a deep rhythmic panting as he came close to coming, his fat cock surrounded by the warmth of Paul's entrance. With a wild shout he came suddenly, spurting his come in several last wild thrusts. Then he withdrew, his cock still semi-hard, and watched as Vivette positioned herself in his former place between Paul's spread thighs. She licked and sucked at Paul's shaft, tasting the clear pre-come that was oozing from the shaft of his cock. Her tongue travelled down over his scrotum, feeling it tense and tighten. She licked his perineum, and touched his muscular ring with the tip of her tongue, tasting her husbands come there. Scooping up a little in her mouth, she returned to Paul's rigid shaft, and using her husbands come as lube, she continued to swallow his cock, allowing him to thrust deeply into her throat, rubbing against her cheeks and roof of her mouth. Vivette looked over at Laura: the girl had a glazed lustful look in her eyes, and she decided that Laura had waited long enough. She sat up, and helped Laura straddle Paul, the girl's sex lips spreading over his lower belly. He reached forward and touched her lightly: her clit was already erect and throbbing from what she had just seen, and he could feel the moisture oozing from her. He held his cock and she knelt up slightly, and then eased herself down, holding her breath at the size of him. Her sex felt full and stretched, the walls of her pussy being massaged and scrubbed by his cock head. She leant forward and began to ride him, moving her hips, enjoying the sensation of feeling his cock probe in and out of her hot tunnel. Paul took hold of her breasts and began to massage them, straining his neck to suck her responsive nipples. Vivette pulled her back gently, and encouraged her to lean backwards, taking her body weight on her hands. This exposed her Laura's clitoris, and Vivette began to rub it briskly, flicking it, lightly pinching and tugging it until it stood firm and straining. Laura's position was compressing Paul's' scrotum, and as she rotated her buttocks he was being stimulated. This, together with the heat from her teenage pussy was too much for him. As Vivette played with Laura's clit, the girl's vaginal muscles began to spasm, milking Paul's cock and he released hot torrents of come into her, raising his hips, pumping with abandon. Laura collapsed forwards onto Paul's chest, breathing heavily, his cock still buried within her. She could feel his juices begin to ooze from her, warm and sticky, and as she climbed down from him, glistening trails of his come tracing along her rounded thighs. Her legs felt weak, her thigh muscles aching from the unaccustomed position, but she had revelled in the feeling of her tight pussy being stretched by Paul's cock, and she decided that she wanted him in her again. A couple of days later, she was relaxing again by the pool. Her holiday work was finished, and Georges had read her assignments and had complimented her on her work. She could enjoy the last few days of her visit without the worry of college hanging over her. Georges and Vivette had gone for the day: they had invited her along but she decided that they needed a bit of time alone. She wanted to work on her tan; a typical redhead, she had freckled quickly, but her skin was now beginning to turn a pale gold. She had left off her old swim suit, and borrowed a bikini from Vivette. She was larger than her hostess, and the bikini top barely covered her nipples, and couldn't contain the exuberant flesh, so she sunbathed topless. She was half-dozing in the early afternoon sun when she heard a cheery voice calling hello. It was Paul: he was raking leaves from the surface of the pool. She gazed at him, shamelessly enjoying the sight of him, and he smiled back at her. He strode around the side of the pool and flung himself down on the sun lounger beside her, dropping a kiss on her cheek. She hadn't spent time in his company alone before, and initially she was curiously shy. That soon wore off, and they began to chat easily-about her studies, his work, his acting. He was only a couple of years older than her, and had been working for Georges and Vivette for several months. It had started as a temporary post to earn money between acting jobs, but he enjoyed the work, and there were other benefits as well. At this he stopped, and smiled at her, both of them thinking of the jobs highlights. The conversation turned intimate: he had been very inexperienced when he had arrived on the estate, as Laura had been. She gave him her theory about this being her version of summer school, and he laughed, asking which lesson she had liked the best. She took the question seriously, and pondered; she decided that of everything, she had been most shaken by the feel of Vivette's tongue on her clit, the warmth and wetness had seemed to penetrate through her, causing her thighs to tremble. Paul looked over at her; even as she talked he could see her nipples tense, the areolas wrinkling. He knew she would be wet and leaned over to her, his warm hand caressing the curve of her stomach, to take one in his mouth. She shivered: he was sucking gently yet insistently, and his fingers were edging under her bikini bottoms. He moved position, sitting awkwardly on the floor between the loungers, his head bent over her pelvis, and he nibbled the lips of her sex, clearly outlined through the thin fabric. She wanted to feel him touch her, and pulled down her bikini bottoms quickly, spreading her generous thighs. He settled into position, studying her sex. She was plump, and her lips were fleshy; he had the urge to bury his tongue between them but resisted. She was unshaved, her fine pale gold hairs curling. He was used to Vivette's shaved pussy, and the contrast was striking. As he brushed the curls out of the way, he had a sudden image of unwrapping a present, wanting to see the treasure inside. He ran his fingers through the hair, tugging gently, parting her lips and inhaled deeply, the fresh clean smell of her arousal reaching him. He lowered his mouth, and sucked lightly at her outer lips, then traced the tip of his tongue through the folds and crevices, teasing her. He licked upwards to lick at the undersurface of her clit, then withdrew again, caressing her delicate inner lips and down to tongue at the entrance of her vagina. His tongue probed, and he stiffened it, pushing into her like a cock. He felt her move; he knew she wanted him to lick her clit. He licked again, swiping his tongue upwards in a broad sweep that ended on her erect bud, and then began to tongue her in earnest, flicking it lightly while his fingers began to play with her pussy and her perineum. He pushed a finger inside her feeling the muscles tense and began to explore the rugged folds of her vagina. Another finger entered and he began to thrust, determinedly driving them in hard, as he bore down on her clit, flicking quickly and regularly. Laura was almost sobbing, her legs quivering. She wanted to come, but she didn't want this to stop. Without realizing, her hands had moved to Paul's head, pushing him onto her, and her hips were rising, her pelvis rocking against his fingers. She was torn between begging him to slow down, or to demand he worked harder. She could feel it coming; the pressure was rising within her like a bubble, heat expanding from her pelvis until she came with a breathless half-gasp. Teasingly, he continued to lightly play with her pussy and she shuddered. She grabbed his wrist, holding his hand away from her, pleading him to stop. He knelt upright again, and leaned over to kiss her. She could taste her juices on his lips and in his mouth, coating his tongue. He lifted his hand, and brushed a finger against her mouth; she could smell herself on him. He smiled, and settled back down on his lounger, sucking at his fingers, enjoying the flavour of her young pussy. Laura was dazed; her orgasm had been fierce and she couldn't think for moment. Then it struck her; she would be going home soon. What was she to do then? The French Visit Ch. 06 The same thought had occurred to Georges. Very soon, Laura would be heading for home: she would want the chance to catch up with her friends before going back to college. He hoped that she would want to return to them the following summer, but he decided that he wanted to capture her on film so that he and Vivette would be able to continue to enjoy her in the coming months. As he thought more about this, he became more excited; it had been Vivette who had first wanted to be filmed, her exhibitionist nature revelling in displaying herself, and the introduction of Paul over the last few months had meant that their sex life had flourished. Paul enjoyed performing, and Georges enjoyed wielding the camera, his arousal at seeing his wife taken by the younger man so great that he usually gave in and joined them. He asked Laura that night over dinner; he knew that she was fascinated by their collection of films. Laura was intrigued by the idea; she had been a little self-conscious next to the slender Vivette during their time together, but the couple's obvious delight in her voluptuous breasts and rounded curves had soon sorted that out. She felt more feminine and more desirable than she ever had, and decided to enjoy herself. Georges was enthusiastic, not only was he planning to film her, he wanted a storyline of sorts. He decided that the tale would be an innocent young girl walking in the woods, taking advantage of her solitude, then being surprised by another couple. Laura smiled at that; she had been an innocent young woman when she had arrived in France, and this couple had certainly surprised her-what was more, she had surprised herself. The grounds around the house were fairly extensive; part of them were wooded, a perfect setting for their film. Georges had packed a few accessories that he thought they might need, and then the following day they set out. Paul and Vivette were giggling a little at Georges's seriousness, but they were eager to join in, knowing that Georges wanted them to pleasure the English girl in whatever way they wanted. Laura had needed a few shots of Dutch courage from Georges's hipflask before she started, but she was soon relaxed. The warm sunlight had a soporific effect on her and the dreamy look on her face was exactly what Georges wanted. He started the camera, motioning to Paul and Vivette to be quiet, and gave Laura a few simple directions. She knew instinctively what he wanted, and she strolled across the camera's field of vision, her hips swaying, and her long legs tanned to a pale gold. The camera panned over her body, her curves half hidden behind a loose fitting shirt. She lifted her hands and held up her hair, turning so the camera could capture her full lips and long neck, moving down to the open neck of her shirt. With a voluptuous shudder, she ran her fingers through her hair and let it fall in loose curls to her shoulders. Then she set off again, wandering across to a broad trunked tree. Leaning back against it, she let Georges capture her smoothing her hands over her breasts, weighing them in her hands, her fingers moving to stimulate her nipples through the cotton. She was braless, and her breasts hung full and heavy. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and the camera watched as she began to expose herself, a slow striptease, all the while keeping her eyes closed. Her shirt hung from her shoulders, her breasts half-glimpsed, but her hands moved down to her shorts, slowly unzipping, revealing a pair of white cotton panties. She slipped the shorts down a little, and pulled a little at her panties, tantalizing them all with the promise of seeing her sex, then changed her mind and turned to face the tree, hugging it, arms outstretched. Georges smiled to himself; she was teasing them, and he panned over her plump buttocks, the shadowy cleft outlined between them. She shrugged her shoulders, and the shirt slipped down. She caught it to her and turned around again, her arms crossed across her breasts, pushing them together, creating a deep cleavage that Georges had a sudden urge to bury his face in. She was performing for them, a slow strip to exhibit her body, not as brazenly as Vivette, but equally arousing for its innocence. He was very close to her now, the camera capturing the goose bumps that had appeared as the rough cotton of her shirt had brushed over her soft flesh. Then she let her shirt fall completely. She stood with her back to the tree, her arms above her head, face raised to the sun and eyes closed as Georges caressed her with the camera capturing every curve. Her nipples puckered, and he whispered instructions to her. She obeyed, her hands lowering to play with her breasts, cupping them both and offering them up for his gaze as Vivette had done so long ago in the first film that Laura had seen. She moulded the soft flesh between her fingers, teasing and pulling at her nipples, the dark pink nubs peeking out between her fingers. Georges drew back-he wanted to film her playing with herself, lost in her own eroticism. She ran her hands down her body, and slipped down her panties, then resumed her position against the tree, allowing Georges to film her like that, naked and exposed, enjoying the rough texture of the tree bark against her buttocks. Then her hands began to move again; her nipples still erect, she continued to play with them with one hand, and the other moved down to her pussy. She knew she was wet; the thought that the three of them watching all wanted her was stimulating, and she suddenly understood why Vivette loved to perform so much. She fluffed up the curls at the base of her rounded stomach, knowing that Georges had moved in for a close up. He was focused on her pussy now, and wanted to see her clit but she was still teasing him, drawing this out, simply stroking her plump mound and running her fingers through her curls. She remembered the times that she had felt their tongues on her; first Vivette, then Georges, and finally Paul, each time culminating in an explosive orgasm. It was hard for her not to touch her clit which was crying out for attention, but she wanted to make them wait: they deserved a little torture after the times they had made her wait. She recalled the time she had wanted her first experience of anal sex, and they had kept her waiting, and the few days that they had left her alone before she had she was allowed to see the two men together. She opened her eyes; Vivette and Paul were sitting on the soft grass a few metres away, their clothing loosened, their hands working on each others bodies but their eyes fixed on her. Georges was operating the camera, but she could see the bulge in his chinos, his cock pushing urgently against the tight cloth. Laura moved slowly towards the picnic blanket that had been laid out, conscious that Georges was following. Her hips were swaying, and she ran her hands over her buttocks for his pleasure, her fingers briefly digging in and pulling at her full cheeks, allowing him a flash of the cleft between them. She bent over to pull the blanket flat, easing out the creases, knowing that Georges's camera was capturing every movement. He was close behind her, focused on her bottom, and as she spread her legs and bent forward, she knew that her movements had exposed her dark ring, and the deep wedge of her sex. She knelt on all fours on the rug for a moment, still pretending to smooth out the thick wool, but conscious that he was so close she could hear his hoarse breathing. She wanted to feel his hands on her, to feel his fingers groping at her flesh, digging in deep and taking his pleasure in her, anywhere. She wanted to feel his cock in her throat, to taste him, or to feel him thrusting in to her pussy. But she knew that first he wanted to see her touch herself. She lay on her back, and he drew back again, taking in her body, watching her hands continually caressing herself. She was biting her lower lip, her brow furrowed in concentration, as she finally touched her clitoris. He captured her expression, that first brief shock of pleasure flashing across her face as she caressed the erect nub of tissue that had given her so much excitement over the last few weeks. She tried to go slowly; she knew that Georges wanted her to pleasure herself for him, but she wanted to come hard and fast. Her fingers probed deeply, delving around her labia, stimulating and rubbing at her clit, her pace increasing. She couldn't believe how aroused she felt: this was something she had done so many times before, but knowing that she was being watched, knowing that she was being filmed was so erotic for her, she knew she would come quickly. Georges was torn between asking her to stop so that he could carry on his planned storyline, and wanting to see her come; he knew that she would gasp and cry out, he wanted to se her back arch in pleasure, her labia swell and redden. He motioned quickly to Vivette and Paul; they were both ready, they had been caressing each other avidly, Vivette's small hands working on Paul's cock as they watched the young girl play with her pussy, thrusting her fingers inside her cunt, excited at hearing the moist sounds of her arousal. In George's storyline, the innocent girl was disturbed by a couple walking peacefully in the woods. He hadn't originally envisaged his couple being naked at the time but the sight of Paul's vaunting erection silenced his objections, and he focused in, his own cock hardening at the sight of Paul's wide shaft firm and erect, his bulbous helmet engorged. Paul's heavy scrotum bounced against his thighs as he walked over to the teenager writhing on the blanket, and he surprised her by suddenly pulling her hands away from her pussy. Laura was shocked; she was so close to coming, but Paul's strong hands were holding her firmly, her arms extended above her head. Georges filmed her like this, restrained by Paul, the young mans cock bobbing close to her head, but Paul's eyes were focused on Vivette, who was moving into position between Laura's legs. Vivette pushed back the girl's legs; she knew that her husband had planned that this should seem like a forced episode, the innocent girl in his story was meant to resist them, but Laura was eager for this, her thighs opening in welcome. Paul knew the story too, and he did his best clamping his hand over Laura's mouth, holding her down firmly. Vivette could no longer contain herself: Laura's pussy was warm and juicy, the pink lips swollen and inviting, and Vivette wanted nothing more than to bury herself there, probing with her tongue, tasting the girl's creamy juices, sucking at her clit as she herself wanted to be taken. She thrust her fingers into the girl's pussy, first two, then three, marvelling at the warmth and wetness there. Sometimes she wished that she too had a cock so that she could bury herself inside, to feel herself enveloped by the girl's heat. Laura was twisting against Paul's restraint, unconsciously giving Georges the appearance of reluctance that he had wanted. But she needed to be penetrated: her pussy was crying out for fulfillment. Georges was focusing on Vivette's hand rapidly thrusting into the girl's elastic pussy, her fingers slick and covered in juices. Then he scanned upwards, concentrating on Laura's full breasts quivering under the onslaught, her nipples firm and aching. Vivette reached towards the bag that Georges had packed, drawing out a white wine bottle; she knew that she was about to get her own back. She had been as surprised as Georges when Laura had used one on her, but she had enjoyed it, and wanted Laura to feel what she had felt. Vivette withdrew her fingers, and licked the neck of the bottle: Georges focused in this, watching his wife suggestively suck the green glass. Then he changed focus, and tried to hold the camera steady as his wife slowly and carefully screwed the neck of the bottle into the girl's pussy, the plump lips separating joyfully to accept the bottle. The slim neck of the chardonnay wine bottle sank deeply into the teenager's pussy, and then Vivette began to turn the base, grinding the neck against Laura's cunt, probing the muscular walls. Laura's eyes flew open in shock: the cold glass was so unlike the warm flesh of a cock, but she had needed to be filled, to feel the neck of her womb quiver under the thrust of her cunt being probed that she welcomed it, riding the bottle as Vivette carefully began to manipulate it inside her. Paul's cock was throbbing by now, his scrotum tensing as he watched the two women. He saw Vivette's eyes closely follow the movements of the bottle, scanning over Laura's erect clit, and saw Laura arch her back as she was penetrated by the inanimate glass, her pussy welcoming it. He wanted to be in there, to be driving his aching cock into her, and when Vivette looked up, he whispered to her urgently. She agreed, and they changed places. Laura moaned in disappointment, her hands trying to return to her clitoris, but Vivette held her back. Paul's cock was firm and erect, straining for release, and he positioned himself against the velvet lined entrance to her sex. Then he thrust into her, driving into Laura's pussy so deeply that her breath escaped from her in a gasp. He rode her mercilessly, ramming into her, holding her thighs to pull her hard against him. Vivette knelt at Laura's head, holding the girl's arms above her head, but the older woman needed to be touched. Vivette sat closer to the girl's hands, and then forced them between her spread thighs so that the girl's fingers could play with her clit. Vivette moved her grasp to the girl's elbows so that the girl was still restrained, but her fingers were free to move. The younger girl's fingers danced over the woman's pussy, the angle was unfamiliar but this heightened the eroticism. Laura wasn't able to see where she was touching, but she probed and rubbed, and felt the older woman rub up against her fingertips like a cat, directing them where she needed it the most. Georges was moving around the threesome continually; his camera taking in as much as it could. He was unsure as to where to concentrate: Paul fucking the girl's tight pussy with abandon, or Vivette, his wife, crouching over the girl's outstretched hands being probed by her unseeing fingers. He knew from experience that the younger man was close: his breathing was ragged and panting, his eyes closed in concentration. Georges wanted to see him spurt, to see his come arcing across the teenager's body, fat white droplets of come splattering across her breasts and belly. But then he also wanted to see the young man come inside her, to watch him pump his seed deep inside the teenager's wanton cunt, drilling into her, filling her with his seed. As he watched and filmed, he saw the change in Paul's expression. He knew the younger man was about to come, and focused in on his throbbing cock, slamming into the girl's reddened pussy. He watched, trying to keep his hands steady, as Paul cried out in release, gasping with pleasure as he unloaded inside the English college girl, pumping his come deep into her eager pussy. At Georges's direction, Paul withdrew from Laura, but held her legs apart, his blunt fingers roughly holding her labia apart so that the camera could see the sticky white fluid gathering at the entrance to her sex. The camera zoomed in close, the erect clit slick and glistening, and Georges asked Laura to finger herself. Vivette released her hands, and the girl brought her hand down to play with her clit, rubbing Paul's come into herself like lotion, easing a finger deep into her pussy to feel for his juices there. Vivette could resist no longer. She moved between Laura's legs and covered the girl's gaping pussy with her mouth, probing deep inside with her tongue. She lapped up Paul's come, sucking avidly on his juices, and then began to tongue Laura's clit, triggering spasms and tremors from the younger woman. Laura was so close to coming, but Vivette stopped just as the girls orgasm was beginning to build. Vivette needed a little stimulation herself, and swung herself round, her knees on either side of the girls face. Leaning forward, she resumed her position tonguing the girl's clit, her own pussy settling comfortably over Laura's mouth. Paul watched as the two women began to taste each other, their bodies meshed together, Laura's full breasts pressed against Vivette's belly. His mistress's buttocks were widely spread and he longed to bury his cock in her, anywhere, but he hadn't recovered yet from his tumultuous orgasm with Laura. Instead, he began to finger the older woman's anus, playing with her perineum, massaging the thick body of muscle there. He pushed a finger inside, knowing that she would push herself back against him. Georges moved in closer, videoing his wife and their young guest snacking on each other's cunt, their tongues frantically flicking and rubbing over each other's clitoris. He filmed Paul finger fucking Vivette's ass, and his own cock reared up in response. He handed Paul the camera, and unzipped his trousers, releasing his eager cock. Without warning, he slid it into Vivette's damp pussy, pushing hard, holding her hips against him. He thrust in again, and felt the soft fluttering of Laura's tongue against his shaft as he pulled out. She licked briefly at his cock head, then back to Vivette's clit. Georges moved a little and positioned himself at his wife's tight ass. Lubricated only by her juices, he forced his way in roughly, thrusting past the tight resistance. Her head reared up in shock, and then she groaned as he drove into her again and again. Laura's mouth was still working on her pussy, and the young girl's hands had moved to begin to finger Vivette's pussy, pushing in deeply. Vivette was in ecstasy: her ass was being vigorously ravaged, her clit was being tongued and she came hard, panting loudly, her moans echoing around the wood. Georges felt his cock being milked by her tight muscular ring and pulled out just in time; Paul filmed the older mans come splattering against Vivette's buttocks, drops falling onto Laura's upturned face. The three of them sat around her, Paul still focusing the camera on her face, droplets of come sliding down her cheeks and into her hair. She still hadn't come herself, and Georges encouraged her to finger her clit again for them, the camera catching every detail as she explored her sex. Her pussy lips were swollen and reddened, her entrance oozing creamy fluid, and her fingertip worked her clit expertly until she was shuddering and panting, her orgasm firing through her body. Georges caught every expression crossing her face; the look of concentration as she built up to her peak, then the wonderment and sense of release as it rippled through her, her eyes dilating, her cheeks reddening. His last shot was of her lying back in Paul's arms, resting against his broad chest as Vivette suckled at her breasts, stroking at her full hips and waist, easing the girl back from her peak of excitement. He knew that they would treasure this film; it would provide them with many a happy hour until the young English girl was able to return. As he switched the camera off, he leaned over to Laura and kissed her deeply, then licked her face clean of his come, wiping her clean like a mother cat. She was definitely her mother's daughter, he thought. The French Visit Ch. 07 Later that night, after Laura had taken herself, exhausted, to bed, Georges and Vivette were talking quietly in their tower bedroom. Both of them were a little upset at the thought of Laura leaving soon, and talked over the last few weeks and the times they had enjoyed with her. Vivette asked about the girl's family. She knew that her husband had studied in the old English university town under the supervision of Laura's father, but this had been several years before their marriage. She had met Laura's parents at their wedding, but Georges had told her very little about them. Georges rested against the bolster, his arm around his wife's shoulders, and began to explain his relationship with Professor and Mrs. Cox. He had been a graduate student, 24 years of age, and lived in the university residences. Professor Cox took a keen interest in his students, and they had struck up an unlikely friendship: the professor was many years older, well into his 40's but they had similar ideas and beliefs and enjoyed debating into the small hours over fine French wine and good food. Georges had been invited round to the Professors house: on arrival he had been surprised by the presence of a little girl playing in the garden. She eyed him suspiciously at first, but he was fond of children and had charmed her quickly. Belatedly, Georges recalled that the couple had had an unexpected arrival, and that this must be their daughter. Laura had squealed in delight when he picked her up and swung her around; she was a happy child, but in subsequent visits to the house she had been sent off to stay with family and Georges hadn't seen her again. Dinner that evening had been very lively: Mrs. Cox, Emma as she insisted on being called, was a vivacious redhead, her hair glowing auburn and her green eyes flashing with good humour. She was a little younger than her husband, but well beyond 40, although her creamy skin was translucent and virtually unlined, and the dusting of freckles across her nose made her seem younger. Her figure was statuesque and womanly, and her flaring hips swayed as she walked. She dressed unlike any woman Georges had seen, a far cry from the elegant French women of his mother's era: her clothes were eccentric, a mish mash of scarves and wraps, lush textures and flamboyant colours that suited her personality. Despite the age difference between them, he found her very attractive. He had enjoyed their company, and they had seemed to enjoy his; they invited him back the following week. Dinner was informal, sitting around the kitchen table. Emma was wearing a smocked peasant-style dress, the low neckline gathered with a long tie held in a loose bow which soon fell undone, revealing a creamy cleavage. They had sat and talked, drinking wine and at one point, Emma had stood partly upright to lean across the table, steadying herself against Georges, her breasts pressing against his shoulder, her hand on his thigh. The touch had been fleeting, yet he could feel the pressure of her flesh against his for a long time afterwards, almost as if he'd been branded. He had felt rather young and gauche with the talented couple, but as the evening wore on, he became increasingly confident, and he realized that Emma was flirting with him. She touched him constantly-a light hand on his arm, a delicate pat against his cheek-and he wanted to respond. Professor Cox sat chatting, seemingly unaware of the tension building up between his wife and their young guest, and then he suggested that they adjourn to the sitting room. Emma sat on the sofa next to Georges, and turned her body to his, almost as though she was excluding her husband. She laid a hand on Georges's thigh, and kept it there, slowing stroking upwards. Georges head swam dizzyingly, and then he heard a quiet chuckle over the roaring in his ears. 'My dear,' said Professor Cox, "are you misbehaving again?' She leaned over closer to Georges, and blatantly put her hand over his groin, cupping it to feel his growing erection. 'I don't think Georges minds,' she smiled, and pressed a little harder. Georges didn't mind at all. A combination of the wine pleasantly buzzing in his head, together with a growing desire for Emma had worked to make him reckless: he wanted to take her, and her husband, sitting there watching them together, was forgotten. Her heavy full breasts were firmly pressed against him, and her fingers were deftly unfastening his trousers. She released his cock and without another word, she leant over him to take him in her mouth, the heat and wetness of her engulfing him. He threw his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. She was well practiced at this, varying the pressures with which she sucked him, alternately licking and sucking, using her hand as well as her lips and throat to stimulate every inch of his cock. He wanted to touch her, and tried to reach for her breasts, but she twisted her body from him, never stopping her manipulation of his thick shaft. She slid off the sofa to kneel in front of him, sitting between his spread thighs. He shuffled his bottom to the edge of the sofa and began to thrust into her mouth, driving his cock deeply into her throat. He was coming quickly, and his hands entangled in her hair, pulling her face towards him, moving her on his cock, fucking her mouth. He panted that he was coming, but she kept hold, not letting him pull out and he erupted into her, his come sliding down her throat until she had swallowed every drop, continuing to milk him until he couldn't take any more. Georges sighed at the memory of this, and Vivette understood his reaction-she could just imagine the younger Georges's excitement at the attentions of the older woman. That was the first time, Georges explained, but over the course of the next few months he had been a frequent visitor at the Cox's house. Little Laura was dispatched off to a relative during the visits, and Emma and her lovers were free to explore the possibilities of every room in the house. For the first time in many years, Georges began to recall the memories of that idyllic summer. Emma had been insatiable; she had the same desire to perform that Vivette had, and Professor Cox seemed to get more enjoyment out of watching his wife with her young lover than he did joining in. Georges recalled the first time he had fucked her: she had insisted on staying in the sitting room, and had stripped naked for him as her husband had watched, a glass of whisky in his hand. Georges had simply released his cock from his trousers and had taken her on the sofa, bending her forcibly over the sofa arm as he thrust into her from behind, slamming his hard cock into her. He recalled Professor Cox gazing at them, watching the younger man's cock ploughing his wife's pussy, his own hand rubbing his groin. Another time, they had made it to the bedroom, and Emma had allowed him to undress her, revealing her full breasts and rounded thighs. He had been a little hesitant about undressing in front of Professor Cox, but Emma's mouth on his cock had dispelled any fears that he had. She had wanted him to taste her, and spread her thighs for him, revealing fleshy lips and moist flesh, her clit eager for his touch. He could still remember that first taste, musky and mature womanhood, rich and succulent. He had been concentrating hard on her, licking at her clit and probing her pussy with his tongue, revelling in the sound of her moans of pleasure, so engrossed in her that he didn't notice Professor Cox moving. Georges was kneeling between her spread thighs and suddenly he felt the mans hand touch his cock: the pressure of the older mans fingers made him jump. The feel of his cock being manipulated combined with the taste of Emma's sex on his tongue made him light-headed with pleasure, and he relaxed, allowing himself to be overwhelmed with sensations. On his hands and knees, his tongue lapping rhythmically at Emma's erect clit, he allowed his cock to be milked by her husband. He was close to orgasm, and Professor Cox seemed to sense this, directing his cock so that Georges's come spurted over Emma's sex and belly, coating her in thick wads of creamy sperm. Georges was kneeling up, his eyes closed, breathing heavily with the violence of his ejaculation, and then looked down in amazement as he felt Professor Cox take his cock in his mouth, licking delicately to lap up the remainder of his seed, cleaning his cock. He watched as the older man then cleaned Georges's come from Emma's breasts and belly, finally tonguing her to orgasm. Vivette sighed deeply: despite the day's adventures, she was still aroused, her mind full of images of her husband being caressed by an older man, his come spurting from his cock. She reached down to touch her husband, and wasn't surprised to find his cock firm and pulsating. She stroked gently as he continued to reminisce, curving her fingers around it's increasing girth and rubbing gently around the rim. She wanted to hear more, and Georges recalled another special occasion where he hadn't been the only guest for dinner: there was a young man present, about the same age as him, a student that he had seen around campus, and who he vaguely remembered as being present in some of their tutorials. His name was Samuel: he was tall and blond, his hair growing long over his collar, unshaven with rakish good looks. Sam had greeted Emma with a chaste kiss on the cheek, but Georges had noticed that Sam's hands had caressed her arms and shoulders in a very familiar way, and Georges realized that he hadn't been the only student to pleasure the older woman. That evening had proved to be one of the most exciting of George's life: Emma had been bustling around the men serving drinks, and her husband had forced her over the table, sweeping up her skirts. She was naked under them, and her full buttocks were smooth and pale. Professor Cox eased them apart, showing the young men the deep wedge of her pussy and the shadowed cleft of her anus. They quickly moved to their bedroom, where Professor Cox demanded that Emma undress herself and masturbate for them, showing them how she liked to be touched. She lay back on the bed, her plump thighs spread exhibiting her inner labia and her clit for display. She drew her fingers over her pussy lips, dipping the tips of them into her pussy, drawing out moist juices that she spread lightly over herself. She flicked her clit, teasing herself, watching the two young men for their reaction. They had drawn in close to her, their breathing growing hoarse at her lewd display, and Professor Cox told them to go ahead and treat her as she deserved: they undressed quickly, both of their young cocks firm, their erections promising to stretch her well. Professor Cox watched as the two men moved in on her, one on either side, and began to touch her. She was in ecstasy, four hands working her body, rubbing and kneading at her breasts, their mouths sucking on her firm nipples. She felt fingers probing at her pussy, sliding inside her, and then slipping out to graze over her anus and the sensitive flesh there. Then Georges knelt astride her, moulding her breasts firmly together and inserted his cock into the tight channel between them. As he thrust slowly, the tip of his cock was temptingly close to her chin, and she tried to catch it in her mouth, wanting to taste him. Sam was now kneeling between her legs, lapping at her pussy, probing her deeply with his tongue. Professor Cox decided that it was time that his wife was fucked good and hard, and ordered the men to take her. Sam stopped licking and spread her legs further apart, gripping her ankles. He thrust his cock into her suddenly, shoving roughly until he was buried deep inside her and she could feel his balls slapping against her buttocks. Emma could feel her pussy lips stretched around his firm meat and began to roll her pelvis, driving him in deeper. Georges decided that he wanted more stimulation, and was overcome by the desire to ram his cock into her mouth, wanting to feel her lips on him, sucking his juices. He knelt at the side of her and fed his cock to her, his hand to her throat as she swallowed him down: he could feel her throat stretch under the pressure. Her body was twisted awkwardly, so they decided to turn her onto her hands and knees, breasts hanging down. Sam knelt behind her again, his cock quickly resuming its position buried in her sex, and Georges began to fuck her mouth, forcing her head back with his hand pulling on her long hair. They decided to swap ends: both men wanted a go at her juicy pussy, and Georges was engulfed by her heat, the muscular walls massaging his cock. Then Professor Cox sat forward in his chair wanting a closer view of his wife satisfying both the young men. 'Put your cock up her arse,' he demanded, rubbing his groin firmly as he watched Georges comply. Georges tried to loosen the tight muscles with a finger, using the juices of her pussy to help slip it in. Then he grew impatient: his cock was demanding attention, and he pushed against the tight hole, forcing it to accept his bulbous helmet. She gave way, her groans of pain muffled by Sam's cock still lodged in her throat. He pushed slowly, stretching her until she felt full, stuffed tightly with his firm meat. Georges began to rock against her, and Emma pushed back against him, urging him in deeper. She couldn't decide on what to concentrate; fucking the cock buried in her rectum, or sucking the one in her mouth. Both men were close to coming, and Professor Cox wanted to see them come over her. Like a scene from a porn film, he asked that both men kneel beside her. Both were jerking off, their cocks angry and purple in their fists. They began to roughly massage her breasts, pulling at the nipples, kneading the flesh. She brought up a hand to help them, squeezing and wanking their cocks until they were ready to come, and almost together, both shot warm come over her, streams of milky seed falling onto her face and in her mouth, in her hair, catching in her eyelashes. Professor Cox demanded that she clean them up, and she obediently lapped at their semi-hard cocks, sucking off the mingled juices there. She hadn't come herself yet, and finally Professor Cox joined in. He told Emma to lie back again, and pushed her thighs apart, gazing down at her well-fucked pussy. He held a vibrator, a large life-like rubber cock with a clitoral stimulator. Holding her pussy lips apart almost clinically, he pushed the vibrator into her pussy firmly, ramming in hard, forcing the clitoral head against her. He switched it on at high speed, and the sound of manic buzzing filled the room. Maneuvering the vibrator in her tight pussy and against her erect clit, he brought her quickly to orgasm, watching dispassionately as she sobbed and moaned, her body writhing, her hands cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Vivette was breathing hard herself at this point, her mind full of images of Georges and Sam double fucking the older woman whilst being watched by her husband: she well understood the thrill of being on display. Her husbands cock was firm under her hand, and as she rubbed her fingers over the tip, she felt pre-come gathering there. She knew that he was as excited as she, and bent her head to take him in her mouth. She drew her tongue lightly over the tip of his cock, licking at the sweet juices gathering there, and gently drew back his foreskin with her fingers, exposing more of the engorged purple head. She licked around the crown of his helmet, flicking at the sensitive undersurface of his cock, then nibbled lightly at his shaft. She returned to lick again at the slit at the tip of his cock, pointing her tongue to ease down inside slightly. His cock engorged in her hand, the shaft stiffening. Then she eased her mouth down, taking the whole of him into her so that her face was nestling at his scrotum, breathing in the man-smell of him. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat and held his hips with her hands to stop him thrusting into her mouth too soon. His rigid cock filled her, rubbing against the inside of her cheeks and she could taste the sweet saltiness of his juices. She pulled back up again, sucking firmly at him as she almost released him, but kept the tip of his cock between her lips, licking at the glens and using her hand to gently and slowly squeeze the pulsating shaft. She caressed his balls, lifting them away from his thighs, stroking and squeezing gently. She could feel them tense and firm under her fingers. All the time she continued to play with his cock, slowly jerking him, using his pre-come as lubricant, moving her hand over his glans to collect the oily fluid, and then spreading it lightly over the thick shaft. She used her tongue to milk him, pushing him against the roof of her mouth so that his engorged helmet was stimulated by the roughness here. His hips were beginning to buck now, and he started to fuck her mouth. He was groaning and Vivette knew he was about to come. She felt the shaft of his cock began to pulsate and his scrotum puckered and tensed. He pressed her head against him, and bucked hard. Her mouth filled with hot cream-rich come, spurting and spurting again against the back of her throat. He held her firmly in place until he'd emptied his balls into her, waiting until his sperm had slid down her throat, then released her, bringing her up to exchange a deep kiss, their tongues entwining. He could taste his come in her mouth. They slept soundly after that, both satisfied by their long day. The French Visit Ch. 08 The time had come; Laura was flying back to England to resume her studies and go back to her normal life. Georges and Vivette had invited her back to the chateau whenever she wished, and Paul had promised to visit when he could, but she knew that she would have to find other outlets for her newly discovered sexual desires. She couldn't imagine any of the boys at college being able to drive her to the heights of eroticism she had reached over the last few weeks, she couldn't think of any of her friends who might be persuaded to try a little experimentation with her. She sighed deeply: tonight was her last night and she hoped it would be memorable. Georges and Vivette hoped so too: they would miss her, her lush curves and eager appetites, her welcoming pussy and soft breasts. That evening, the four of them were seated in the living room, a casual discussion of each others 'first times' taking place. Laura's first real sexual experience was known to all of them, Paul recounted an inexpert fumble with a neighbours daughter, Vivette and Georges had had their first experience at their respective colleges. The discussion then turned to other first times: the first oral sex, given or received, the first anal experience, and the first time with a same sex partner. Listening to everyone's experiences, Laura realized that she had perhaps been lucky to have received her education at the hands of experts, each lesson sensual and exciting. Then Vivette described her first time with two men: this had been the occasion that Georges had filmed. Laura had only watched the first part of the film where Vivette had been riding Paul's cock and her husband's fingers had been probing her tight ass. Had Laura watched on, she would have seen Georges slide his cock deep into Vivette's bowels, thrusting in time with Paul. As Vivette had described the sensations that had overwhelmed her that evening, Laura grew more aroused. This would be a fitting end to her stay, she thought, and from the desire growing in her eyes, the others knew that she wanted to be taken in the same way. Georges had set up the camera; it was stationary and might not catch much of the action, but he wanted to capture this girls first time in the way he did his wife's. Laura lay with Paul on the grand four-poster: he was leaning over her, kissing and licking at her nipples until they stood erect. Vivette was stroking her back, running her hands around Laura's chest to cup her full breasts, holding them forward for Paul to caress. Laura's hands edged down Paul's body, boldly reaching for his cock, slowly moving her hand over the warm shaft, feeling the strength and heat of it. It swelled in her fist, and she grew excited, thinking of it thrusting into her. She was already wet, the talk of the evening driving her imagination, and she pushed Paul over onto his back, mounting him. His cock slid easily into her, her pussy lips stretching around its fullness. She was kneeling astride him, and Vivette began to rub Laura's exposed clit: Paul moaned as he felt Laura's pussy clench around his cock in anticipation. He held her by her hips, helping her slide on his cock. Then he took hold of her shoulders, pulling her forward onto his chest. Vivette reached around and grasped Laura's buttocks, spreading her cheeks, exposing the dark cleft to Georges and his camera. She rubbed one fingertip over the girl's amber rosebud, inviting Georges to take his fill of her. Paul pulled out from her, leaving Laura feeling empty, her pussy juices cooling on her inner thighs. Georges moved onto the bed with them, sliding against her back, his cock pushing urgently against her buttocks. Laura didn't know where to turn, and found herself passionately kissing Paul, their tongues working each other's mouth. Then hands and mouths began to work over her body, caressing and stroking the tender flesh of her breasts and her belly, sometimes nibbling, sometimes probing. She began to feel fingers sliding in and out of her cunt, probing deep inside the velvet-lined hole, twisting and turning. Every few strokes, another finger was added until she felt full and stretched to accommodate them all. She was pushed to lie on one side, one leg raised high in the air, and she felt Georges move tighter into her. Paul's fingers were buried deep in her pussy, and she felt the swollen shaft of Georges cock pressing against the cheeks of her bottom, large and hot as he lowered himself into position. Georges reached down to spread her ass cheeks apart, and she felt the pressure of his finger as he sank it into her, stretching her tight anus, burying it into her to the first knuckle. He pulled her back against him so that she was partially laying on him and he began to finger fuck her anus deeper and faster. Moans of lust escaped Laura's lips, the sensation of having both her love holes probed and fingered was overwhelming, the sweet burning pain encompassing her. With one firm push Paul settled his hand as deep as he could into Laura's cunt: he'd bunched all five fingers and half of his palm was sliding into her tight pussy. He began to thrust gently in unison with Georges's finger fucking her anus. Georges added another finger, overlapping them to stretch her wider. Vivette watched, almost jealously: she knew how good this had felt for her. She was kneeling close to Laura's face, and began to whisper to the girl about how good this was going to feel for her, how Georges was going to fuck her ass open with his fat cock, and use and abuse her hole until he had filled it with his come. Laura whimpered in excitement: Vivette's crude commentary was adding to her pleasure. Georges slid his fingers from her, and she felt the head of his cock nudging against her muscular ring, which was now beginning to relax and dilate. His cock slowly slid inside. It was much larger than his fingers, and Laura couldn't help moaning. Paul moved his fingers to begin frigging Laura's clit, flicking and pulling, stimulating her to help her take the full length of Georges's cock. They shifted position slightly, Laura now almost lying full length on Georges's body. He couldn't move much, but he thrust his pelvis, and his cock stabbed in and out of her bowels, the sensation of fullness rippling through her body. Paul pushed her legs to either side, spreading her thighs so he could see the wetness and stickiness of her pussy. He leant forward to lick her clit, taking it into his mouth, sucking avidly on the erect bud. The sensation of being assfucked and sucked at the same time was too much for her, and her first orgasm came out of nowhere. Georges's hands were playing on her breasts from behind, pulling on her nipples, and she could hear Vivette continuing to whisper, urging the two men on to fuck the girl hard and fast. The older woman was kneeling so close that Laura could smell the scent of her arousal, musky heat rising from Vivette's shaved pussy. As the aftermath of Laura's orgasm rippled through her, she realized that her pussy now felt empty after Paul's fingers had left her. She was so wet, and Paul moved quickly to plug her cunt with his cock, plunging into her. For a brief moment, Laura wondered if she could take this, feeling so full and stretched, but soon both men were buried in her to the hilt. They started to move rhythmically, in perfect timing, both her holes mercilessly full of hard pulsating cock. Her body rocked feverishly in rhythm between them, her pussy coating Paul's cock in a thick layer of honeyed juices. She was almost delirious with pleasure, the slowly shafting cocks pumping deep into her sodden love holes, her pussy aching and throbbing. Vivette loved the sight of this, the girl's body writhing between the two men, and she began to masturbate, her fingertips expertly flicking and rubbing at her clit. She knelt up as close as she could to Laura, and then pulled the girl's face onto her pussy, spreading her own pussy lips with one hand, her clit standing erect for the girl to suck. Laura's head and neck was twisted a little awkwardly, but she enthusiastically began to lick, her tongue seeking out Vivette's juices. She was buffeted by the thrusts of the men fucking her, and her face was forced on to Vivette's wetness, her tongue delving deeper inside. The assault on Laura's pussy and ass continued, both men pounding into her. She was gasping for air, grunting as each thrust seemed harder than the last. She wanted them to orgasm inside her, to fill her with their come. She felt another orgasm begin to peak, her body shaking violently as wave after wave crashed over her, her mind buzzing and blackness threatening to overtake her as the intensity was unending: a steady stream of cunt juices was flowing freely over the men's rock hard cocks and down between her legs. Vivette continued to rub her pussy against Laura's face, the woman's hands wrapped tightly in the girl's hair as she rode Laura's mouth. Vivette began to come, gasps of excitement emitting from her lips as she quivered, feeling her clit vibrate under the girl's rapidly flicking tongue. This seemed to trigger something in the others, and Laura felt Georges begin to thrust ever faster, his fingers gripping cruelly on her breasts as he fucked her deeper and deeper. Paul followed suit, ramming into her and almost simultaneously, they exploded inside her, hot jets of come shooting against her raw, burning holes, soothing and cooling the abused flesh with every stroke. The men pulled out, wads of their seed spilling out from her. Laura lay back on the bed, exhausted, and for a moment, they rested, all of them panting with the violence of the session. But Vivette's hands couldn't resist Laura's trembling body, and soon her fingers began to move, lazily tormenting the girl again, her fingers circling her clit, easing into her pussy, pushing the wads of come up inside her. The men watched, too tired to join in but enjoying the display. Laura couldn't believe herself: she was still aroused, despite her orgasms, and her clit began to throb under Vivette's skilful fingers. Vivette shifted position and began to finger fuck Laura in earnest, plunging her fingers deep inside the girl's needy hole. Laura began to grind her well-fucked pussy against the older woman's hands, spreading her legs to allow her better access. Paul joined in: he pushed a finger into her alongside Vivette's, probing the girls pussy, feeling the muscular walls of her love tunnel that were still moist with his come. Laura began to tremble again, leaning up against Georges's chest. She felt Georges hands begin to caress her, stroking her shoulders and breasts, kissing her neck. Meanwhile, there were four hands now working again on her, probing the folds of her pussy lips, frigging her clit, dipping inside her stretched and abused ass ring. Georges wrapped his hands around her, and reached down to spread her pussy lips fully. He was almost lifting her up and down on their probing fingers, and she came again, less violently, but waves of sensation eddying through her body. She lay, still trembling, in the circle of Georges's arms. Vivette and Paul lay close together, Vivette's hands trailing over his broad chest. She could smell the younger girl's love juices on her fingers, and traced the outline of Paul's lips with her fingertips: he opened his mouth to clean them for her. Vivette was still horny: she had had one orgasm from Laura's tongue, but needed more. Both of the men were exhausted, and she decided to play by herself, putting on a show for them. She reached over and took a dildo from the bedside table. Her pussy was slick and oily with her juices, and lying back, she spread her legs widely, rubbing the firm head of the dildo over her pussy lips and clitoris, dipping it down into her tight hole. But she wanted more than this-she had been so excited to see Laura's tight amber ring stretched by Georges's cock that she wanted this for herself. She got onto her hands and knees, buttocks spread wide so that they could see the muscular ring of her ass, and reaching awkwardly behind herself, she began to finger herself. She felt the tight muscles give way under her probing finger tip, and heard an intake of breath from Laura as the young girl realized that Vivette was finger fucking her own ass. Vivette pushed further, and could feel the heat of her rectum, massaging the sensitive muscular walls. Then she slid out, and placed the head of the dildo against her hole. Slowly she pushed and it entered her, filling and stretching her. Breathing deeply, she pushed harder and it slipped further inside. She began to pull it out, almost the whole way so that her ring was distended by the lifelike bulbous tip, then shoved it back in. It felt good, but her clit needed some attention. Paul took pity on her, and took over manipulating the dildo for her. Still on her hands and knees, she began to finger her clit. Rubbing and pulling almost viciously at the nub of sensitive tissue, she had brace herself against the thrusts of the dildo in her arse; Paul was ramming it into her vigorously, each thrust stretching her wider, and he twisted the dildo inside, tormenting her ass. Georges passed another dildo over to Paul, wider and longer than the one he was using, and he eased this one into Vivette's pussy. She was taken by surprise, but pushed back against the increasing pressure in her pelvis. Filled by both dildos now and still playing with her clit, she was in ecstasy. Paul was thrusting them in alternately, both hands working rapidly, the sound of her breathing hoarse and ragged as she reached orgasm quickly. She came hard, her body trembling, and collapsed face down on the bed to rest. Paul slipped the dildos from her. He spread her ass cheeks and looked at her hole; it was reddened and swollen, but still slightly dilated and intensely inviting. By now he had a raging erection again and he had to bury his cock somewhere. He rammed it into Vivette's anus in one smooth motion; it slid in easily, there was little resistance and he ploughed deeply into her. Vivette started to whimper and moan; even after what had just been done to her, she still preferred the feel of hot meat inside her, and raised her buttocks slightly so that Paul could thrust into her. His cock was deeply implanted inside her, and then she felt his body stiffen against her. He groaned as his balls began to flood her ass with his juice, pumping his come deep into her bowels. He pulled out from her, a flood of hot juice following, dripping over her buttocks. Satiated now, Vivette rolled over, and moved up the bed. Georges still lay with his arms around Laura, and Vivette leaned over to kiss the girl, then her husband. It was time for bed. They had an early start in the morning to catch Laura's flight. The next day, they arrived at the airport promptly. Laura was tearful, not wanting to go, but knowing that she had to. She was still sore from the night before, but welcomed the pain as a delicious memory of the excitement she had felt. She knew that she would see them all again, but for now, she had to return to college. They kissed her goodbye; long lingering kisses that drew a few shocked glances from passers by, then waved her to her departure gate. Promising to keep in touch, she left France: she would be back again some day, she knew that for certain.