6 comments/ 43017 views/ 2 favorites A Pair of Au Pair Ch. 01 By: BookWurm It had been a while but I was finally going home on leave. During most of my time in the Corps I had been living with Cheryl off base, but last March that had changed. There had been a mix-up with the duty watches and it turned out that I was on duty on Wednesday and not Tuesday so when I reported for the duty briefing they told me to fuck off and come back the next day. I think you can already guess what happened. I decided not to call Cheryl but just surprise her at home. Instead I was the one surprised. When I opened the door to our small apartment, there she was... on her knees in the middle of the living room with some guy's cock in her mouth. In hindsight, I feel I probably should have beaten the living shit out of the cock's owner but I didn't think of it then. I was in shock I guess. It was like on the Six-Million Dollar Man when Steve Austin speeds up and everything goes into slow motion. I took note of how sexy Cheryl looked naked, on her knees with this guy's hard prick slipping back and forth between her lips. Cheryl always was such a talented cocksucker. Her hands were up between his legs lightly stroking his balls and both of them had their eyes closed with the pleasure of the moment. Now keep that picture in your mind as I start the first of many digressions... I had grown up with a slight inferiority complex over the size of my prick, due for the most part on the fact that the only other one I had to compare with was my father's and his was huge. After exposure to other ones in the showers after high-school sports and even later in the Corps, I had come to the conclusion that I was about average. Of course it doesn't help when girlfriend after girlfriend tells you that size-wise your cock is neither too large or too small but "just right." It's a bit like being told that your prick is like the Baby Bear's porridge in the Goldilocks story, "just right." Anyway, back to that moment forever frozen in my memory and me noticing that this guy's cock was enormous! I was amazed that Cheryl wasn't choking on this huge piece of man-meat that was plowing in and out of her mouth. He started to grunt and speed up the movement of his hips. "Oh, baby I'm gonna cum." It was then that Cheryl opened her eyes and spotted me standing in the doorway. Needless to stay, everything happened all at once. Cheryl gasped and fell backwards on her tight little ass. And just as the head of this guy's schlong popped out of her mouth, it started spewing thick spurts of cum all over Cheryl's naked tits as well as all over the carpet, the coffee table and even as far as the couch. Cheryl just sat there on her ass, watching me as I watched this guy empty out more cum than I believed possible for two balls to hold. No really... it may have been the "Six-Million Dollar" effect I mentioned earlier but it seemed like this guy took at least five minutes to empty himself all over my living room. That's when time went back to normal and I zipped into the bedroom and grabbed my kit bag (always pre-packed for quick deployment) from the closet. I ignored Cheryl's pleas for understanding and quickly left, heading back to the base. I moved into the barracks for the next couple of weeks and only went back to the apartment twice more, once to pack up my stuff and the second time to sign over the lease to Cheryl. This sort of thing happens a lot in the Corps. So much so, that we have a bulletin board called the "Slut Board" where guys post pictures of their unfaithful girlfriends and even wives. There's a bit of competition as to the most compromising photo posted. After all, these girls had been fucking around on us and we deserved our revenge. I posted a picture of Cheryl that she had probably forgotten about. It was a polaroid I had taken of her tits wrapped around my prick and my cum all over her beautiful face. It was a testament to the ingenuity of the young marines in my company that my picture was nowhere near the raunchiest one on display. Once again, in hindsight, I can see that Cheryl and I had little in common but an incredible appetite for sex. We had planned to use my leave to go camping a bit, but mostly it was just an excuse to get off into the woods and do some fucking in a natural setting. So now that I had my leave coming up and I had nowhere to spend it, I decided it was time to go home. Now I must digress again and tell you a bit about my family. My father was a big-shot VP at IBM and when he was in college he got my mother knocked up and married her (as they were forced to do in those days). Thus I was conceived. As my Dad didn't really love my mother, he cheated on her all through their marriage. There's even a story of how he went out for a pack of smokes on their honeymoon and when he didn't return immediately my mother went out to look for him. She found him in the housekeeping closet, balls deep in one of the hotel's cute little Latina maids. Just how true this story is, I have no clue. However I have heard variations of it told by both my mother and my father. They both treat the story as an amusing one to entertain the guests at cocktail parties. My mother was an independent woman in an age that was just beginning to recognise that there was such a thing. She had a degree in languages (fluent in six) but she put it all aside to be the perfect wife and mother to my father (an upcoming young executive). She soon tired of this role and went back to school. She ended up a fully qualified CGA and then started her own company. It began as a small and specialized one helping small businesses to do their bookkeeping. When computers got small enough and cheap enough, she expanded into teaching small business owners how to do their own books on a PC. (Although she did keep many clients on a retainer basis). Her growing company caught the attention of a large state-wide accounting firm and they made her an offer she couldn't refuse. So now she works as a VP for this firm and her original small business is merely a subsidiary of that larger firm. As to children... there's me (the black sheep) who quit university half way through my first year (I was stoned most of the time) and joined the Marine Corps to get myself straightened out; my sister Kaitlin (two years my junior) who started a small independent cell-phone company that has grown to become one of the biggest in the mid-west; and the twins, who were born in a futile attempt to try and save my parents' marriage. My parents had waited until Kaitlin and I were old enough to baby sit and then my mother got pregnant. They weren't counting on twins and definitely not on the unholy duo that was my brother George and sister Jennifer. So that's the family as of the time of the story... not uber-rich but certainly upper-upper class. Both my mother and my father own their own homes free and clear and they are large roomy ones at that. So with that out of the way, we can start the real story... really, I promise. It was the summer of 1982 and I was coming home on leave. In the airport I had picked up a copy of the paperback "The Hite Report on Male Sexuality" as I had read the "Female Sexuality" version several years ago and it had taught me quite a bit about what women want as far as sex is concerned. It had certainly made me a better lover and I was curious as to what I might learn from this new book. Also a Playboy magazine that was floating around the barracks had mentioned that it was a good read for guys as well as gals. (See, I do read the articles.) I showed up at the front door of my Mother's place late in the afternoon and walked right in. She wasn't back from the office yet and so my loud holler was greeted by screams of excitement from the ten-year-old twins as they ran into the foyer to jump all over me. By the unrestrained quality of their greeting I knew my mother wasn't home as she would never have stood for such loudness in HER home. Within seconds, my welcome hugs disposed of, George and Jen were rooting through my duffle looking for anything even remotely present-like. It wasn't long before they had each found their gifts and were busy unwrapping. It was then that I noticed a young girl standing off to the side of the stairway. She was a mousey looking thing. Her hair was the first thing I noticed as it was tied back in a bun that attempted (but did not succeed) to contain the frizziness of her auburn tresses. She wore little to no make-up and glasses that just shouted out "librarian!" As for clothing, she wore a simple baggy dress that had to be my mother's choice as it was perfectly suited for an eighty-year old woman and looked very out of place on this young girl. "Hello." I said. George popped his head up from his attempt to transform his gift from a truck into a robot and said, "She's the new au pair. She doesn't speak much English." "She's from France," Jen added while trying to figure out what the rock and tools I had gotten her were all about. (She was into dinosaurs and so I had bought her an artificial rock that contained a complete dino skeleton that had to be carefully chiselled out). "Hello." the girl replied with a very thick French accent. George rattled off something to the girl in French that I couldn't understand and she smiled. Her smile seemed to transform her face, which up to that point had been quite plain, into something quite pretty. It made me re-assess her attractiveness and wonder what her body might be like under that hideous dress. "I told her you couldn't speak French," George explained. "Mom hired her and the other ones so that Jen and me would learn French." "She's new, though," Jen interjected, "The first ones were too pretty and they got boyfriends and quit." I could understand that. I wouldn't want to work for my mother either. It was obvious why Mother was happy with this one. As long as she didn't smile, no one would give this girl a second glance, especially in that awful dress. "Je m'apple Steve." I introduced myself to her, fully exhausting my entire knowledge of the French language (with the exception of the words "Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?" from the song Lady Marmalade, which I wasn't about to try on her with the twins present). My accent must have been atrocious as it warranted another smile from her. With that second smile I felt a stirring from Little Willy down below and mentally chastised myself for thinking that way about the au pair. I could just hear my mother's voice, "Fucking the help is something I would expect from your father, not from you Stephen." "I am Sophie." she replied still smiling. I knew I would get myself in trouble if I attempted much more conversation with her. So, not really knowing how much she understood, I politely excused myself, gathered up my stuff and carried it up to my room. I puttered around for a while, had a shower and changed into less travel-rumpled clothing. Just about then, my mother arrived home and I descended for supper. Cook had, as always, whipped up an amazing meal. Oops, time for another digression... just how do these things keep popping up? My mother always goes on about how one should never have servants in a classless society such as ours, but when I was young she entertained a senior VP from IBM and after tasting mother's lemon meringue pie he said, "This reminds me of my mother's cooking..." my mother's face beamed, but he continued, "My mother was a lousy cook." It turned out he was just joking, but Mrs. Sanchez showed up the next day and never left. I was ten before I found out she had a name other than "Cook." Later, when my mother's business was going strong, a twice-a-week housekeeper was added, and obviously with myself and Kait fleeing the nest, an au pair was employed to look after the twins. For somebody hellbent on assuring everybody that class was not an issue she was certainly shocked when she found out that I was dating Isabella Sanchez (Cook's daughter) in my senior year of high school. That didn't last, mostly because the two of us were in the relationship more for the shock value it caused our mothers than out of any true love. Though I have to admit the sex was amazing and up to the time of this story we'd remained as good friends to each other as time and distance had allowed. The rest of the evening passed without incident. Afterwards I turned down the after-supper drink which my mother offered me, as I preferred not to watch her use alcohol as an analgesic for her painful life. Something that I have on good authority (Kait told me in a long phone conversation), was her usual evening habit. I made my way upstairs to my room and as I undressed I was surprised at just how fatigued I was from the long flight and the trial that supper with my mother had almost been. I got into bed (I do sleep naked of course) and as I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts again strayed to what might lie beneath the little-old-lady clothes of the au pair. * * * The next day started with me arising at 0530 hours for my morning piss. As I always do when at home, I made a lot of noise in a futile effort to awaken my mother and then, without dressing, I walked down the hallway to the bathroom with my morning boner flapping in the breeze. Every once in a while my mother will awaken and notice my state of undress and get ticked off. It may seem to you very dysfunctional, that I could take such simple joy out of pissing off my mother and to a certain extent I'm sure it is. However don't get me wrong, I do love my mother and aside from trying to shock her out of her deeply ingrained hypocrisy I don't think I treat her badly. She definitely got the short straw when it came to my Dad and I suppose it was his infidelity to her that made Cheryl's betrayal of me so hurtful. I was halfway down the hall, just opposite the guestroom door when it opened and Sophie stepped out. She startled me and I jumped back, hit the wall and fell to the floor. On my way down, I reached out to stop my fall and succeeded only in pulling Sophie down on top of me. She was wearing a variant of yesterday's little-old-lady clothes in that she was dressed in a cotton nightgown that closed at the neck and descended almost to her ankles. The fall had pushed her gown up and revealed her ass, quite an attractive one at that. She did the beautiful smile thing again and we both started to talk, myself apologizing all over the place and her saying something in French far too quickly for me to understand a word. It was then that she realized that I was naked and that her hand was resting on my morning piss-on. She jumped back with a start, hitting her head on the guest room doorknob and landing back on the floor with her legs splayed. She took a moment to recover and during that time I took in her lovely slim and muscular legs, which I followed up her thighs to the very attractive auburn patch between her thighs. Due to her position on the floor her pussy was wide open and I could see the hood of her clitoris poking out atop her beautifully pouting pussy lips. She quickly covered herself up and turned red as a beet. Never having been one to embarrass easily, I was surprised to find myself blushing as well. Covering myself as best I could with one hand, I got to my feet and held out my other hand to help Sophie to rise. When she had regained her footing I quickly turned about and dashed back to my room. Once there I realized that I didn't have anything to put on, as I don't own pyjamas or a robe. I quickly pulled on my boxers, slipped into my jogging gear and opened the door. The hall was clear and I scooted down to the bathroom and went in. As I was standing in front of the toilet I realized that compounding my morning boner, which was the natural result of bladder pressure, was the stiffening caused by the sexual arousal that had occurred from the brief glimpse I had had of Sophie's lovely cunt. Through sheer force of will I managed to control my stiffy and empty my bladder, but I was beginning to think that the two weeks leave at my mother's was not as good an idea as I had originally envisaged. After I finished, I walked through the house to the front door without encountering anyone else and proceeded on my morning run. As was my usual routine during my few times back home, I ran down the street to the park, through the park to the railroad tracks and then along the tracks for a couple of klicks. I turned off the tracks and sprinted through another park into the really ritzy area of town. I have never had a problem doing my morning run as the sidewall haircut and the navy-blue jogging suit with USMC in big gold letters tends to reassure folks. At least that's what I think, as I've never been pulled over by the cops while running through expensive neighborhoods at a very early (at least for most people) hour. On a previous trip home I had discovered this back street in the posh neighborhood. (It ran behind all the old estates and allowed access for power, utilities and tradesmen to all the old mansions without being visible to the owners). On this previous occasion I had been by at about six in the morning and had witnessed a young woman of ample endowment doing calisthenics on the back lawn of one of the houses. While it was not an unusual sight to see someone exercising in their yard, the fact that she was doing so completely naked was highly unusual. I figured that a breather was needed at the time and so I paused to admire her form and watch her magnificent mammaries bounce about. She had straight, long blond hair tied back in a ponytail, but the dark thatch between her legs told the truth of her natural shade. Her breasts were quite large and firm and had lovely areolas and nipples. She was performing a variant of what we in the Corps called the "Royal Canadian Air Force Aerobics Routine." She was quite a sight to behold and I could feel that Little Willy was impressed as well. I watched with a growing erection as she finished the routine and went back into her house. The next day I just happened to be pausing there at the same time and happily noticed that she was about her morning routine again. I figured that the fence and bushes at the end of her property had effectively screened me from her view. However, on the third day when she had completed her calisthenics she shocked me by waving good-bye to me as she went back into her house. The next few days, at the same time every day, I watched and she performed and although I was sorely tempted, we never spoke. By then my leave was over and I returned to Base and my doomed relationship with Cheryl. I had never had the opportunity of checking for her since. I was hoping that now that I was free, I might bump into her again. My timing was bang on that day even though I had had to push a little harder to make up for the time lost on the hallway floor. However my punctuality was not rewarded, as she didn't appear. I was determined to try again the following day and I made my way back to my mother's place. I got back home at 0745 hours and took a shower, dressed and went down to the kitchen. Cook was only here for supper meals unless Mother had arranged otherwise ahead of time. So I whipped up a pan full of eggs and bacon. Before I had finished with the eggs, Sophie appeared in the kitchen. "Hello" she said, a slight blush manifesting itself on her face. She was dressed for the day in her little-old-lady garb. "Bon jour," I replied. The slight heat on my face indicated that I was matching her embarrassment. I apologized for the incident in the hallway earlier and was rewarded by a sexy smile. We got to talking and while I ate she cooked breakfast for the rest of the family. In response to my questioning, she told me that she and her best friend, Christine, had taken a break after their first year of university and had applied to an au pair program in order to see more of the world. She also revealed that they were from a small town in Southern France whose name I can't recall. A Pair of Au Pair Ch. 01 We were getting along quite well when my mother entered and the twins almost immediately followed her. This signaled the start of a family breakfast that was just as typically boring as any other. When it was over, my mother took the kids and left, leaving Sophie to the chore of cleaning up. I helped her with the dishes and we continued our conversation. She told me in her halting English that as her day was free when the twins were in school, she had made plans for her friend Christine to come over for a swim in our pool. Her friend was employed at a mansion over in the ultra-rich section of town but her employer didn't permit the "help" to use the pool. She offered to cancel but I insisted that she not change her plans just because of me. The idea of a swim appealed to me. So when we had finished the cleaning up, I went upstairs and changed into a suit. I figured I could get in a quick swim before her friend arrived and then read a bit. Now I'm going to be brutally honest here and admit that I was also hoping to see Sophie in one of those ultra-revealing French bikinis and finally get to see what her body looked like without the bag-like clothing that was her usual attire. Digression alert... Our back yard was bigger than most of those in the area and it abutted a fairly large forested section. This made the back section very secluded. When my parents had put a pool in this back section (a large kidney-shaped monstrosity with an artificial waterfall) the local zoning board had insisted that it be enclosed by a fence (either solid or chain link) at least six feet in height with a lockable gate for access. My parents had opted for a large, ten foot tall, stone wall surrounding the entire back yard which further isolated the pool from the neighbor's lawns and homes. The pool area was separated from the back of the house by strategically-placed trees and bushes with a small path that wound through them from the patio. There was a small poolhouse beside the pool, which consisted of a bathroom complete with a large shower and a small change room with a cupboard stuffed with towels of various shapes and sizes. Last, but not least, there was a permanent awning set up next to the pool house to provide shade or protection from the rain with usually three or four deck chairs set up under it. This day when I got down to the pool, I saw that there were three deck chairs set up under the awning and I dropped my book on the middle one and dove into the pool. Even though it was early in the day, it was quite hot and sunny and I found the water so cool that I stayed in the pool for a touch longer than was my usual habit. After a while I tired of waiting for Sophie and her friend to show up and got out and went into the pool house to shower. I left my suit on, quickly rinsed the chlorine from my body and grabbed a towel to dry off. As I exited the pool house, I saw a glimpse of someone coming down the path and I quickly made my way to the deck chair and grabbed my book, flipped the back of the chair up and settled down on top of the cushion. When Sophie and her friend arrived I was calmly reading my book without a care in the world. Much to my dismay the two girls were not wearing barely-there French type bikinis but instead were dressed in dark one-piece suits whose only concession to fashion was being cut higher than normal at the leg. I made a point of pausing in my pretense of reading and put my book down. Sophie came over to where I was sitting and introduced me to her friend, Christine. With the girls up close I took the opportunity to size them up. Sophie had undone her bun and her hair was puffed out framing her face. She had also removed her glasses and the overall effect was quite attractive in a girl-next-door kind of way. Her suit was black and rose to her neck in the front leaving her back and shoulders bare. This had the effect of emphasizing her breasts which were high on her chest and although on the smallish side, were quite firm-looking. The suit descended across her flat belly to the vee of her mons. It covered her completely but her thick pubic hair was not so easily restrained, sticking out the legs of her suit on either side of her crotch. An effect that I found quite sexy. Christine was dressed in basically the same suit, but there the similarities ended. Her hair was dirty-blond and cut in a style that was called a "page-boy" (I think). Her face was movie-star gorgeous, with large expressive eyes and pouty lips that just begged to be kissed. She had flawlessly smooth skin everywhere I could see and the frank way she stared back at me got my prick stirring. She didn't have much in the tit department, being almost totally flat-chested. But her nipples were quite apparent, pressing out against the material of her suit. There was no pubic hair in sight at her crotch, however the suit was pulled so tight that a nice camel-toe was evident there. This caused further stirrings. One thing I noticed almost immediately about both girls was that they hadn't shaved under their arms. I've since found this to be the case with a lot of European women. Although it was a touch off-putting at first, I did grow to accept it and even to find it a bit sexy. We talked for bit and then they excused themselves. I watched them walk over to the edge of the pool and noticed that although Sophie had the more womanly shape, Christine's was the most perfectly formed (and sexy) ass I had ever seen. I wasn't sure about what was to happen next but watching the two sexy young French girls as I reached into my suit to re-adjust my stiffening prick, I decided that maybe a two-week leave at home was just what the doctor ordered. To be continued... Special thanks to Lord Thelonius Porksword for his help with this story, both his editing and encouragement are deeply appreciated. A Pair of Au Pair Ch. 02 If you haven't read Chapter 1 then you might wish to read it before continuing. It's just a suggestion. If you're more into the erotica, you didn't miss much, however if you crave more background of the characters you may wish to check it out. So here I was sitting poolside watching the two young French girls frolicking in the pool. Both Sophie and her friend were dressed in skin-tight one piece bathing suits and their nubile young bodies were making it very difficult for me to keep my attention on my book. Every so often they would glance in my direction and giggle. This made me think that Sophie had informed her friend of the incident in the hallway that morning. The book I was reading, "The Hite Report on Male Sexuality", was getting fairly interesting as it was starting to talk about the penis. And as that was my favorite part of my own anatomy, I had not looked up at the girls for a while. When I did, I noticed that they had completed their swim and had vanished from my sight. Just then, Christine appeared from the pool house fresh from the shower with a towel wrapped around her. She was holding her suit in her hand and I realized that this meant she was naked under the towel. It was a large towel but wrapped around her as it was, it barely covered as much as the bathing suit had previously. Instead of immediately heading back to the house, she walked over to me and planted herself face down on the pool chair beside mine. This caused her towel to ride up and revealed her bare bottom. As I mentioned before, Christine was very slim and practically flat-chested. Her ass however, was the most lusciously and perfectly formed of any butt I've ever seen. I couldn't help but stare and Christine was very aware of my gaze. I could tell that she knew well the power her ass had over the male libido. She asked me what I was reading and it was immediately clear that she had a better grasp of the English language than did Sophie. I told her the title of the book and at her prompting explained a little about the contents. "So what part are you reading now?" she asked. "This section is all about the penis." "Oh, this is my favorite!" she exclaimed. At this point, Sophie exited the pool house and joined us, sitting down on the chair beside her friend and unfortunately obscuring my view of Christine's ass. Sophie was also wrapped in a towel, but was covered up much more modestly than Christine. There was a brief exchange of French between the two of them, which resulted in another beet-red blush from Sophie. "So what does this book say of the penis?" Christine enquired of me. I told her of how it talked about the male erogenous zones and how most men preferred to be stimulated. She seemed quite interested and as she listened she turned on her side. This caused her towel to ride up further and fall forward off her hip. I mentally cursed that Sophie was blocking my view of Christine's pussy and tried to catch a glimpse of it around the curve of Sophie's hips. Even though I was trying not to be obvious about it, it was easily apparent from the smiles of the two young girls that I was not succeeding. Frustrated, I went back to the book, reading to them about how the small flap of skin on the underside and immediately below the head of the penis was particularly sensitive in a lot of males when Christine cut me off. "I do not understand," she said. "Per'aps you can show us?" "I don't... " I began. "It is not fair that Sophie gets to see and I don't." she interrupted. "You 'ave been trying to see what I am like down there... so maybe we should see you." "To show the book part," Sophie added and then blushed again. At this point I decided 'What-the-fuck' and countered. "If I take off my suit then the two of you have to take off your towels." Christine whipped off her towel before I had even finished my sentence. As I had previously noticed, she was completely flat-chested. Her breasts were small round mounds with tiny areolas, atop which rested two large fat erect nipples. As I have always been a bit of a nipple man, I was immediately entranced by the sight of them. Sophie hesitated a moment before getting to her feet to remove her towel. As she stood up I got my first look at Christine's pussy and it was a perfect match for her lovely ass. She had shaved most of the hair off leaving only a brief vee of hair above the pussy itself. I found it amusing that she had shaved her pussy almost bare and yet she didn't bother to shave her armpits. I smiled. My attention was torn from Christine's lovely crotch by Sophie grabbing me and pulling me to my feet. At this point I was getting a bit nervous. I could see where this line of activity was leading us and I wasn't sure whether or not we should go there. I had echoes of my mother's voice saying, "Mustn't fuck the help... mustn't fuck the help..." over and over in my head. I even had a brief flash of my father in a closet with his cock buried in a hotel maid. It was enough to cause my semi-erect cock to wilt. I shook it all off and while Sophie nervously unwound her towel, I took a deep breath and pulled my damp suit down and kicked it off. Christine's eyes immediately dropped to my cock and she exclaimed, "Oh, I did not know you were Jewish!" As I sat back down on the chair, Sophie finished her removal of the towel and sat down on my deck chair beside my legs. Thus giving me an unobstructed view of both naked young girls. I had just taken in the sight of Sophie's beautiful breasts which were larger than they had seemed in her suit and had an almost imperceptible sag to them that made them incredibly sexy, when the import of Christine's comment sank in. "I'm not Jewish," I replied. "But you 'ave no... no... " she mimed a long cock with both her hands and then cupped her hand on top indicating a foreskin. "Foreskin." I supplied. "Oui, foreskin," she repeated. At this point I explained that many gentile men of my age had had our foreskin removed just after birth due to the belief by some doctors (since been proved wrong) that it was healthier in the long run to have it removed. As I was trying to make myself understood, I was again struck by the humor of the situation. Here I was completely naked, sitting with two beautiful naked women who were staring at my prick and the topic of conversation was my lack of foreskin. "I 'ave never 'ad love from a man wit-hout a foreskin." Christine said. I was about to follow up that statement with an offer when Sophie asked, "Does it feel different without it?" "I don't know, as I was less than an hour old when it was removed." I replied starting to laugh. Christine joined in my laughter and when the full import of the question sank into Sophie's mind she started laughing as well. For the next few seconds we were all laughing like maniacs and when it finally died down, we all found ourselves much more comfortable in our nudity. "So now... where is this flappp?" Christine brought us back to the topic at hand (so to speak). She leaned across the gap between the two chairs and brought her face close to my cock. I reached down and lifted it, pushing it up against my belly. "Right there." I pointed to the area. She reached out and rubbed the flap gently with her finger. "This?" she asked. "Yes." Her finger touching my cock so lightly was causing some inflation to occur. Sophie ducked her head down for a closer look and due to her wet frizzy hair, I lost sight of what was happening down there. I pulled my hand away from my cock to shift to a more comfortable position and it was quickly replaced by someone else's. The girls started to talk back and forth in French and another hand joined the first on my cock, which in response to all the attention it was getting was on its way to a full-force erection. One of the girls started stroking it and it wasn't long before I was fully hard. "So thees stimulation can be different kind, no?" Christine asked and before I could answer I felt her tongue licking the underside of my cock. I was almost out of my mind. Not just with the sensations rushing from my cock but from the sheer mind-boggling idea that two young beautiful women were amusing themselves while playing with it. Although I couldn't see much of what was happening at my crotch, I still had plenty to look at. Christine had moved over from her chair to mine and her amazing ass was right in front of me. At the same time Sophie had risen to her hands and knees and had straddled one of my legs. I could see her tits hanging down as she bent over. Her nipples were stiff and surrounded by dark-pebbled areolas. She settled down with her pussy against my calf muscle. I couldn't reach her tits so I rested my left hand on the cushion beside me and placed my right hand on Christine's ass. More French flowed between the two of them and Christine raised her head to look at me just as Sophie bent her head down and took the other girl's place, lightly flicking the small flap with her tongue. "Is her first cock," Christine whispered to me as if to avoid disturbing what Sophie was doing. What she lacked in experience, Sophie was more than making up for in enthusiasm. She started to lick my cock with abandon, running her tongue up and down the underside as I started caressing Christine's ass. Christine shifted slightly allowing me access to her pussy. I brushed my hand over her butt and slipped it down between her legs and along her cunt lips. She sighed and turned over dislodging my hand, but when she had settled in her new position facing me she pulled my hand over and placed it back between her legs. With Christine's new position I now had the perfect view of Sophie as her tongue bathed my hard cock. I also had a complete view of Christine's naked body with her legs spread and my fingers rubbing up and down her wet pussy. She leaned towards me. I wrapped my left arm around her and pulled her face to mine. I crushed her beautiful lips with mine and slipped my tongue into her mouth. She responded with her own tongue. With my eyes closed, I reveled in the sensations. I briefly isolated each pleasurable feeling. The wet slipperiness of Sophie's cunt rubbing against my calf, the tingle running through my thighs as her hard nipples brushed against my thighs and the rush caused by her hand and tongue on my aching cock. To these sensations I added the feel of Christine's soft lips on mine, her hard nipples pressing against my bare chest and the amazing feel of her juicy cunt as I ran my fingers over her clit and down through her wet pussy lips to briefly tease her cunt opening before sliding further to press ever so gently at her puckered anus. Sophie's tongue was working its magic on my not-so-Little Willy and her hands were stroking the base of my cock and my balls. I could feel the pressure beginning to build in my balls and I quickly pulled away from Christine. "We should stop now," I said to her, "I'm too close." "Oh, you are to... squirt?" she asked. "Cum," I corrected, "Yes, I'm going to cum." "We must see it... no?" she turned to Sophie and spoke rapidly. Sophie stopped her efforts and sat back up. Christine turned around and once again my hand slipped from between her legs. The two girls bent back down and Sophie started stroking my cock again. I watched her hand sliding up and down my shaft with the two girls' faces so close to the throbbing head. The sensations were amazing! "You don't want to be too close." The girls moved back from my aching cock ever so slightly as the waves of pleasure intensified. "Oh... I'm gonna cum!" I warned as my hips bucked up off the cushion and the head of my cock spewed a large glob of cum into the air. Sophie continued to stroke as my cock rapidly jetted more large streams of cum. Some of it falling on the girls faces and hair but most of it landing on my stomach and chest. "C'est magnifique!" Sophie exclaimed still pumping my cock as if to coax more fluid from my slowly softening member. "It is wonderful, is it not?" Sophie asked Christine. "C'est vrai." Christine agreed. "We should clean up this mess." I said. "But Sophie 'as not tasted the cum." Christine explained. She leaned over and wiped a small glob from Sophie's cheek and brought her hand to Sophie's mouth. Sophie looked at me and blushed. Then keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly opened her mouth and licked the cum from Christine's fingers. "It is so... slippery," she struggled over the English word. She took her hand and gathered a glob from my stomach and raised it to Christine's lips. Christine grabbed her hand and sucked Sophie's fingers into her mouth. The two girls then proceeded to lick up all the cum from each other's hands and body and then all the residue from my stomach and chest. Once they were finished, Christine turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye and asked, "What else can we do from this book of yours?" "I only just started the book yesterday so I don't know what else is in there." I explained. I continued to explain that I had read the previous book by the same author on female sexuality and how it talked about sex from the female point of view. I mentioned that it talked about fantasies from various women and I asked, "What fantasies do you have?" Sophie was looking puzzled and Christine spoke briefly to her and her face beamed. Once again I was hit by her amazing smile. In the looks department Christine had Sophie beat hands down, but when Sophie smiled you felt like you were drowning in her beauty. "I would like to 'ave a man do...," she stuck out her tongue and licked at the air, "to me down there," pointing at her pussy. "I would like to offer my services to you, if you would like?" I asked. She blushed, dropped her eyes from mine and nodded. She looked so sweet and innocent with her eyes downcast. Yet at the same time she was incredibly sexy sitting back on her heels, her pert nipples erect and her legs slightly spread. I could feel my cock rousing itself again. "First we should wash up a bit," I suggested, "perhaps a bit of a swim?" It would give me a chance to rinse the remains of my cum from my crotch and give the girls an opportunity to get the same out of their hair. "Last one in's a rotten egg." I cried as I jumped up off the deck chair and ran for the pool. Both girls followed and soon the three of us were splashing about in the shallow end. "What is zis 'rotten egg'?" asked Christine and I explained to her about English figures of speech. We splashed about some more and Christine used the excuse of horseplay to fondle my cock several times. I took up the challenge and goosed her back once or twice. At one point I grabbed one of her almost non-existent tits and caressed her large nipple with my fingers. She started and pushed me away. "Please," she said, "I do not like zis." I apologized and she smiled and told me it was alright. Just then Sophie swam up behind me and reached around and grabbed my cock. I turned, took her into my arms and kissed her on the lips. I pressed her closer and as my tongue found hers I felt her hard nipples press against my chest. Her hand started to stroke my cock and as it responded to her actions, I let her go. "We should rinse off." I suggested. She let go of me and followed as I led the way to the steps at the shallow end and we climbed out of the pool. The shower in the pool house was barely able to fit the three of us, but as we could hardly keep our hands off one another there was never even a suggestion of showering individually. Unlike Christine, Sophie loved having her breasts fondled and her nipples teased and I made the most of it as we rinsed the chlorine from our bodies. Both girls found opportunities to stroke my hardening cock and I took the advantage and explored the folds of their delightful pussies. When we finished and had dried off, I walked back to the deck chairs but before I had reached them Sophie grabbed my hand. "I am not ready for you to... to..." she stammered blushing red again. "We go to the 'ouse and get some drink first?" "No problem." I said. I took her hand and walked over to the chairs. Once there I grabbed my and Sophie's suits and towels (I would've grabbed Christine's as well but she beat me to it) and still holding Sophie's right hand, the three of us walked up the path to the house. When we got to the patio I had a brief moment of hesitation when I caught sight of our reflection in the patio doors and realized that the three of us were still completely naked. Ooops, digression time again. At this point in my life I had been an avowed nudist for many years. Since before puberty, as my father owns a cottage on a private island up in Canada and no one wears clothes there (on the island that is, not Canada). It was a bit of a shock to my first high-school girlfriend when she came up for the summer holidays, but she soon learned the basic difference between nude and naked. The difference, one I had learned at a very early age was that naked is a sexual thing, whereas nude is just the absence of clothing. As we got to the house, I realized we were still naked as was immediately apparent by the boner I was sporting. I quickly shook off the hesitation as I knew that nobody was at home and wouldn't be until school let out later that afternoon. We went inside and I offered to fix a drink for the girls. Both of them asked for a plain coke and I took three cans from the fridge. "How do you want to do this?" I asked Sophie as I passed the cans to the girls. "Not now," she replied, "I am too... nervous." Not wanting to push her into anything she didn't want to do, but on the other hand not prepared to stop the sexual playing, I suggested watching an adult film. I had bought some on tape a while back and figured that they might serve to relax Sophie. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?" she asked. "A pornographic film," I explained, "just like a regular film except there's people having sex in it." "Oh, yes. Please show us zis film," Christine interjected. I told Sophie to take Christine to the den and I'd find the films and meet them there. Then I ran upstairs and rummaged about my room trying to find them. I finally found two films; "The Opening of Misty Beethoven" and "The Erotic Adventures of Candy." I quickly grabbed them and hurried downstairs. When I entered the den I found the two young girls sitting on the couch talking rapidly in French. Both of them were still naked and I was struck by the sexiness of their pose. They were sitting beside each other on the couch with their heads close to one another and their lack of clothes charged the atmosphere with an aura of sex. One of Sophie's tits was pressing into Christine's arm and both of the girls displayed erect nipples. I could feel my cock swelling in response. I took the tapes over to the cabinet and I found to my dismay that my mother had replaced my Betamax machine with a brand-new VHS machine and I wouldn't be able to play the tapes for the girls. Sophie noticed my frustration and quickly rose and opened a door off to the side of the cabinet. Inside was my old Beta machine. It took me very little time to haul it out and hook it up to the TV. We settled back onto the couch, myself wedged between the two naked girls, and began to watch "The Erotic Adventures of Candy." This was back in the days before there were video stores on every corner and so I had purchased these copies and they weren't in the best shape even then. But for our purposes they were fine. I wrapped one arm around the shoulders of each girl and lowered my hands to cup a breast of each. Sophie seemed okay with this position, but Christine once again objected to my fondling of her tit.