0 comments/ 9162 views/ 4 favorites The Guest Room Ch. 01 By: AlexanderHuntington Friday, June 11, 2004 "The train just left!" Michèle texted Axelle. She was on her way to Marseille, where she would be staying with her best friend for the next couple of weeks. Today was the start of a long-needed break from work. "Magnifique! I'm preparing the last stuff for Henri's party so I'll have all afternoon to catch up with you. Have a safe trip and see you soon!" Michèle and Axelle, two crazy blondes, had been best friends since they had gone to college together in Paris. After they graduated, Axelle and her boyfriend Henri had moved south to Marseille, in the Provence, while Michèle had found a job in the City. Today they were celebrating Henri's birthday and Michèle would be staying to celebrate her 25th birthday there as well. The sun stood at its highest point and Axelle was waiting on the platform when the train arrived. She greeted her friend with a giant hug. "Bienvenue ma belle!" Utterly happy to be reunited, the two walked to Axelle's car and drove off to Axelle's house in the hot and humid noon. "Quelle belle! Very nice!" Michèle was impressed when she stepped inside. Axelle and Henri lived in a small, modern house. The door opened into the living room, which was attached to an open kitchen. Large windows allowed for a lot of sunlight. "How far are we from the beach?" Michèle asked. "About 150 meters." Axelle said. "Excellent!" Michèle followed Axelle upstairs. "So this is our guest room." the host said. The room had a king-size bed with bed-side tables, a chair next to the window, and a large closet facing the bed with a huge mirror on the middle of three doors. A pair of Hawaii shorts and two tank tops were spread on the bed, a laptop was lying on one of the bedside tables and a suitcase was standing in a corner. "The stuff you see is Corentin's." she continued. "He's a friend of Henri's. He arrived yesterday so he slept in here last night. Tonight he'll sleep on the couch." She put her visitor's bag down and gave a tour around the house. She showed her their bedroom, the bathroom, and the toilet downstairs. Back in the kitchen, they sat down and had lunch. They had a lot of catching up to do, and didn't get out of the kitchen for the rest of the afternoon. Around 5 pm, the final preparations for the party had to commence. "I expect my first guests in about an hour and a half," Axelle said. "And I have to prepare the last snacks and also take a shower. Would you like to take a shower first?" "Yes, that would be great. Merci." She went upstairs. By 7:30 pm most guests had arrived. Axelle had prepared a lot of small snacks: chips, nachos with homemade guacamole, tacos, mini eggrolls... Everyone was grabbing food while they were chatting, and also drinking plenty: white wine, red wine, sangria or a cocktail. "Michèle, come over here." Axelle said. "Let me introduce you to Corentin." "Bonjour." Michèle put out her hand. "Enchanté." He shook her hand and kept his hazel brown eyes locked on her while he smiled at her. His gaze warmed her up. "So I hear you're Axelle's best friend." he said to break the ice. "And that you live in Paris. Have you always lived there?" "Yes, umm, I mean, no." She chuckled. "No, I haven't always lived there. I moved there for college and stuck around for work." "I see." Corentin said. "Do you enjoy living there?" "Yes, I guess. I mean, it's a great city. Some of my favorite memories are in Paris. But the main reason I live there is for my job." "For your job." "Yes. Would you like to know what I do?" "I don't know." he said. "Would you like me to ask you what you do?" "Why, yes." She grabbed an eggroll while she tried to get a better look at him. He was wearing sandals, jeans, and a Pearl Jam T-shirt. He looked quite slim, yet not skinny. Pretty tan, too. "What do you do, Michèle?" he finally asked. "Well, I'm an accountant at Galeries Lafayette." "Nice! Now tell me about your favorite memories in Paris." "You really don't want to hear about my job, do you?" she said. "Is it that interesting?" he said. "You're here on vacation, aren't you? If you want to talk about jobs, we can. I'm a network technician. But I'd rather hear you talk about Paris than about numbers." "We'll have it your way, then." Michèle said. They talked about their favorite Paris bars, restaurants, movie theaters, street corners, views, conversations. In the meantime, they grabbed a bite left and right, and kept drinking but never had an empty glass. A couple of hours later, almost everyone had left. "Have you seen Axelle?" Michèle asked Corentin. "I believe she went to bed about twenty minutes ago." "I totally missed that. But I guess she has to work tomorrow, so I don't blame her. Actually I'm feeling pretty tired myself." "Me too." He yawned. "Let me go up with you so I can move my stuff out of your way." Going upstairs, Michèle felt that the alcohol had influenced her balance. She ran into the door knob as she entered the room. "Ouch!" Both of them laughed out loud. "Sshh we shouldn't wake up Axelle!" Michèle said. She sat down on the bed while Corentin grabbed his clothes. "You know, if you want to..." Michèle started, "I don't mind you sleeping in here." "You mean in the same bed?" Corentin asked, redundantly. "Oui." "If you don't mind." He smiled. "Just so you know, I sleep in my boxers." "I didn't bring pajamas either." she said. "I sleep in my thong and a T-shirt." She didn't mind someone she had just met a couple of hours ago seeing her butt. She would be wearing a thong to the beach anyway. Not that any reasoning was necessary - the alcohol provided confidence. On top of that, she was sure Corentin wouldn't mind her outfit either. She grabbed a T-shirt from her suitcase and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and change. She kept her pants on until she returned to the guest room. Corentin was already in bed and had his computer in his lap. "What do you need that for at this time of night?" she asked. "Computer nerds like me check their e-mails before they go to sleep." "Oh is that what you boys do with your computers before going to sleep? I had imagined differently." She took off her pants. Her T-shirt was just covering the bottom of her belly, so her blue lace thong and butt cheeks were on full display as she walked over to the bed and got under the sheets. Watching her every move, Corentin grinned. "Are you implying I watch porn on this computer?" "I'm not just implying it, I know it for a fact." "For a fact." he repeated. "Do you like watching porn?" "Sure," she said, "as long as it's not girl on girl. I like dicks." "Do you want me to put some on?" "Pourquoi pas? Why not?" Her eyes twinkled. Corentin searched his porn directory and selected a movie starring Briana Banks. He put it on full screen but turned the volume down, because he didn't want to raise any suspicion with their hosts. After watching a few minutes of Briana's professional cock sucking and titty fucking, his own dick had grown rock hard. He wasn't really embarrassed, but didn't feel very comfortable either. Michèle didn't fail to notice the bulge in his boxers. "Someone's getting a little excited over here." "You're not then?" he asked. "I can't say I'm not. Would you..." she stopped. "Would I what?" She hesitated. "Would you like to jerk off for me?" "Ummm." He was tipsy and excited enough that he wanted to, but somehow, he thought it was expected that he politely refused. "Don't be ashamed." She smiled and looked him in the eye. "Please masturbate for me. It's been a long time since I've watched a guy masturbate." Corentin gave in. He stripped off his boxers, took his 7-inch erection in his hand and started stroking its full length slowly. What a great situation he found himself in: watching a hot blonde porn star, sitting next to Axelle's hot blonde friend and being in total control of his own pleasure. He was still going rather slowly when the movie showed Briana Banks starting to take the big smooth cock in her ass. "Have you ever done anal sex?" Michèle asked. "Yep, a couple of times. You?" "No, never been there. How is it?" "It's a lot of work, but a lot of fun too. I like it. It's better when there's enough lube involved." Corentin started taking up his pace and noticed his new friend's hand had disappeared underneath the sheets. She was rubbing herself and soon was hardly watching the movie anymore; her eyes were closed and her mouth was half-open, occasionally letting out a soft moan. "It's getting hot in here!" Michèle said and removed her top. She proudly exposed her B-cup tits to Corentin, not too big, but perky and round. Her nipples were pink, small and erect. It sure was getting hotter for Corentin! He couldn't help but take up his pace again, now jerking like a mad man, using his other hand to cup his balls. He was trying to catch as much of the two shows as possible: Briana Banks on the screen taking a big cock balls deep in her ass and this Parisian fox sitting next to him topless fingering herself. It was getting too much for him. "I'm getting close to coming", Corentin said grunting and moaning. "Mmmh me too," Michèle groaned. And then, looking him in the eye: "I want you to cum on my face." "Really?" Corentin asked enthusiastically. "Mhmm," she replied, "and don't forget my boobs." He got on his knees, positioned himself over her and aimed his cock at her face. She opened her mouth and squeezed her tits together. It was only a matter of seconds before he started shooting his load. The first spurt hit her on the cheek and in her hair. The second spurt got into her mouth and the next one into her mouth and on her chin. For the remaining sperm he pointed his dick at her tits. She smiled, because she loved the look on men's faces when she let them cum on her face and tits. When he was done climaxing, he got off her. She had swallowed the sperm that had reached her mouth and was licking some semen off her lips. "That was fun", she said and rubbed the cum all over her tits, as if it were some kind of lotion. "It sure was!" Corentin said. He grabbed the laptop to put it away and noticed that Briana had also gotten a cum shot on her tits and face. "Bonne nuit." Michèle said and she kissed him on the lips. She turned around and they fell asleep spooning. The Guest Room Ch. 02 Saturday, June 12, 2004 When Michèle woke up the next morning, it was only 7 am. She was both horny and thirsty. Quietly she sneaked out of bed, careful not to wake up Corentin, and put her T-shirt back on. She grabbed her toiletry bag and her clothes for the day: a thong bikini, jeans shorts and a white tank top. Then she went downstairs to get a drink. "Bonjour! You're up early?" Axelle said. She was in the kitchen getting ready to go to work. "Bonjour ma belle. Yeah I just woke up but I'm wide awake. I'm super thirsty." "Here, have some water. Are you hung over?" "Peut-être un petit peu. Maybe just a little bit." Michèle said. "I just have a small headache." She took a sip. "How about yourself?" "I didn't drink too much, but even then I don't really feel like going to work." "I'm sorry." "It's all right. I just need to work one more day and then I'm on a break as well. I wanted to take today off but we have an important project deadline. So tomorrow, we can do fun stuff together." "Yes, we definitely need some Axelle-Michèle quality time!" "Speaking of quality time..." Axelle said, "I couldn't help but notice no one was sleeping on the couch when I got up." "Ah yeah..." Michèle blushed. "Busted." "I knew it! I totally knew he was your type. Did you have sex?" "No, not sex..." "But..." Hope sounded in Axelle's voice. "...but we did have some fun." Michèle winked at her friend. "That's what I like to hear. So are you hanging out with him today?" "I want to go to the beach. If he's up for that, sure!" "Who would mind seeing your cute body getting a tan?" "Ugh, tan. I'm so pale compared to all of you!" She took another sip from the water. "That's what you're here for, isn't it?" Axelle said. "Or at least one of the reasons. Well, I gotta get going, or I'll be late. If you want to take a bath, we have a bath tub with massaging jets. They're amazing." "All right I'll definitely check that out." "Enjoy!" Axelle gave her friend a kiss on the cheek and left. Michèle went up to the bathroom. Once she was undressed, she looked in the mirror, inspecting her body. She noticed dried stains of Corentin's cum on her tits and smiled to herself. She let the water run, nice and hot, and got in once the tub was filled halfway. The water almost burned her skin for the first couple of seconds, but her body soon adjusted to the temperature. First she cleaned her face and boobs. "Corentin sure enjoyed that", she thought to herself and she wondered what tonight was going to be like. She closed her eyes and relaxed for a little bit. She dozed off for an instant and then decided it would be a good time to shave her legs and pussy. She got out her women's razor and started with her lower legs. Then her upper legs and inner thighs. Just touching herself in those spots was turning her on again. By the time she was going to shave her pussy, she couldn't wait for the shaving to be over so she could pleasure herself. She shaved all of her pussy except for her usual thin stripe, which she trimmed so it looked short and clean again. When she was done, she got rid of the razor and let one hand hang over the edge of the bathtub - with the other she rubbed up and down her freshly shaven mound. "Mmmm so soft and sensitive," she thought. After rubbing up and down a little bit, she let her hand slip down to her pussy lips. Her middle finger made its way into her already very wet vagina and the feeling of finally having something inside her pussy sent gentle waves of pleasure through her entire body. She closed her eyes and enjoyed slowly finger fucking herself. In the meantime her free hand found the controller for the massaging jets and turned them on. She was amazed by how good they actually felt: like someone was touching her all over her body. Michèle was in a state of total relaxation and soft pleasure. After a couple of minutes the first drops of sweat were appearing on her forehead. The water was hot, and she was getting more turned on every time her finger penetrated her pussy. Her hand started moving faster and when she felt her orgasm build, she teased herself by pulling back. "Aaahh this feels good." Next was her clit. Putting her two fingers around it she noticed the little sex button was already very swollen. She rubbed up and down, made circles, applying pressure, then going very soft. She thought she was with Corentin again, masturbating next to him and watching him stroking his cock. She also thought of that porn movie they had watched, with the tasteful blow job and the intense anal sex. Michèle wanted Corentin's dick. Tonight. Her clit needed more. When rubbing harder didn't really do it, an idea came to mind. She turned her body over to the side and positioned herself so that one of the massaging jets was aiming straight at her clitoris. She had expected it to be a lot like masturbating with a shower head, but the sensations she felt in her groin were much more intense. The pressure made it impossible for her to sit still, but at the same time she seemed physically hypnotized and couldn't move away from the stream. It was only a matter of seconds before she reached her first orgasm. Staying in the same position, she searched the controller for a button to change the strength of the beams. She went from 2 to 3, which made the water massage her clit harder. Moans started to escape her mouth. She bit her lower lip, trying to not wake up Corentin and Henri with her animalistic grunts. Soon she reached her second orgasm, more intense than the first one. She changed the massage strength again, now to 4, the maximum. Sweat was running all over her face and her entire body was trembling. To add to her final climax, she put two fingers into her pussy. This pushed her over the edge and she came once more - really hard. After her triple orgasm she felt light headed. It took her some time to completely catch her breath again. She soaped up and rinsed off with cool water. Looking in the mirror she noticed that her cheeks were still red from the heat in the bathroom and inside her body. She felt great. And satisfied. She started putting on her clothes. Seeing her brown thong bikini on her petite white body made her feel confident and sexy. She finished up and put her hair in a dot. Back in the guest room, she found her sexy nerd waking up. His eyes were still sleepy, but the grin on his face was full of horny energy. "Bonjour." Michèle said. "Bonjour, Michèle." Corentin said. "T'as bien dormi? Did you sleep well?" "Oh yes, I did. And I had the craziest dream." He looked over at his laptop, then at her. "I dreamed we were watching porn and masturbating together." Michèle blushed. "I dreamed the exact same thing! May our dreams be even better tonight." The Guest Room Ch. 03 Saturday, June 12, 2004 Later that day, Michèle and Corentin found themselves walking to the Marseille beach. "I just need to stop at a pharmacy to buy sunscreen real quick." Michèle said. "There's actually one just around the corner." Corentin said. At the pharmacy, Corentin waited outside while Michèle did her shopping. She bought a decent sunscreen and some aftersun lotion. However, protecting herself from the sun wasn't the only reason she was there. She couldn't let go of the thought of having anal sex. That movie had made her really curious, and she wanted Corentin to pop her anal cherry. He was the right guy to do it, because he had experience, and more importantly, because she trusted him. They were going to need lube, so she walked around the pharmacy to see what would work. When she got to the baby care section, she remembered that baby oil is a good lubricant. Not only would it work well, she also didn't feel as embarrassed paying at the register. Back outside, they soon reached the crowded beach. They had to walk around a little bit first but then found a nice spot between the shore and the sea, and put down their towels. Corentin took off his shirt. Michèle took a moment to admire his tanned and skinny upper body before she stripped her top and shorts. Corentin was at eye level with her cute butt and Michèle caught him looking. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, and sat down. He smiled. "Bien sûr. Of course." "You don't mind me taking this off too, do you?" she said, referring to her top. Not waiting for his answer, she untied the knot in the back. The warm sun shone on her bare breasts. "I'm having a déjà vu," Corentin said. "I saw this in my dream last night, too." "Are you sure?" Michèle asked. "I thought in your dream I was wearing a blue thong." "You're right. I ought to pay more attention to details." "Yes, you do. Maybe you can take a look from up close and put some sunscreen on my back and on my butt." "As you wish." Michèle grabbed the sunscreen from her bag and lay down. Corentin squeezed out some lotion onto her shoulders and down her back. "Eeek, cold!" she squealed. "Sorry!" He spread and rubbed in the lotion with his warm hands. "For your butt I'll first warm it up a little bit." "Yes, please." He put some more sunscreen on either hand, rubbed his hands together and then applied it on her bum. Her ass cheeks felt muscular, yet soft. He also put lotion on the rest of her legs, and rubbed it in, spending plenty of time on her thighs, hips, and butt. Thoroughly enjoying the feeling of Corentin's firm hands on her body, Michèle laid her head down and thought to herself that his manual skills weren't limited to the computer keyboard. She wondered what his fingers would feel like inside her pussy - and butt. "Voilà." He was done. "Now can you do my back?" "Of course." She sat up and grabbed the sunscreen to return the favor. His skin felt so smooth she couldn't resist massaging him a little bit while applying the lotion. Once both of them were lubed up, they didn't talk for a while. They lay on their beach towels, enjoying the sunlight on their bodies, and dozed off. Michèle was the first one to woke up again - at least that's what she thought, as she couldn't see Corentin's eyes with his sunglasses on. She turned around to lie on her back and applied sunscreen on her legs, stomach and boobs. Just touching them turned her on again. "Did you also take a nap?" Corentin suddenly asked. "Yes," Michèle said. "I really needed it. Now it's time for my front to see some sunlight too." "I see that." He smiled. "Shouldn't you turn around too?" "Umm, I'm not sure that's a good idea right now." "Oh, I see." She laughed. "Just turn around when the contents of your shorts are a little more appropriate for the public." "Appropriate! Says the girl wearing nothing but the absolute minimum of fabric." The afternoon flew by. They had really connected last night and talked about a great variety of subjects, ranging from travel experience to future plans, and from family matters to sexual preferences. They returned to Henri and Axelle's house when their hosts would be back from work. The four of them had dinner and watched the first Lord of the Rings movie together. For Michèle, this was the break she'd been needing for a long time. She was enjoying every bite of food, every sip of wine, every laugh, and every deep conversation. At the same time, she couldn't wait for the night to be over and return to the guest room with Corentin. Judging by the way he had been checking her out all day, he was feeling the exact same way. "I feel pretty tired," Axelle said. "Yeah, me too," Henri said. Working the day after the party had exhausted them. "Before we go to bed", Axelle continued "I would just like to know what everyone wants to do tomorrow. Do we wanna go to the beach together?" "Yes." Michèle said. "Sounds great!" Corentin said. "And who am I to object? Looks like we're spending the day at the beach tomorrow." Henri said. "By the way, Corentin, are you leaving tomorrow?" "Uhm, to be honest, I'm not entirely sure yet. I'm in good company here. I think I can stay an extra day, but then on Monday I really have to leave." "Well you know you're welcome to stay," his best friend said. "We don't mind you sleeping on our couch... or anywhere else." Henri laughed and Axelle grinned. Michèle looked down at the ground. Corentin ignored it. "All right then," Axelle said, "let's go to bed. Bonne nuit." "Bonne nuit." Once inside the room, Corentin pushed Michèle against the door. They started making out hardcore, pulling off each other's clothes, kissing each other's neck, earlobes, chest - and feeling up each other's bodies. He squeezed her boobs, she grabbed his ass, he grabbed her ass, she moaned. Michèle pushed him onto the bed. She sat down next to him on her knees, and pulled down his boxers. She had been hungry for this beautiful cock all day and now it was proudly standing in front of her. She licked the tip - it tasted salty and ready for sex. While she started licking up and down the full shaft, she felt his hands pull the crotch of her thong aside. He slipped one, then two fingers into her wet pussy. Mmmm. She was wet enough for him to immediately finger fuck her hard. If his thick cock in her mouth weren't muffling her moans, she would've kept Henri and Axelle awake - perhaps even the neighbors as well. Michèle moved her lips up and down his hard-on, which she felt growing more erect every second. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive head while her hand stroked up and down the base slowly. "Let's take this off." Corentin whispered. He pulled down Michèle's panties and threw them in the corner. He grabbed her now completely naked body by her hips and positioned her on top of him in 69-position, her pussy right above his face. His tongue attacked her clit and Michèle gasped. Looking up, she caught her reflection in the big mirror on the closet. She was looking at herself, at her hand holding her lover's throbbing cock, at the mushroom head glistening with saliva. She looked sexy with his dick in her hand. She went down on the seven inch piece of meat again. She rounded her lips and let it escape from her mouth, creating a "pop" sound. The entire time she kept looking in the mirror, performing a hot show of oral sex for herself. Meanwhile, Corentin was flicking his tongue across her clit. He also had two fingers plunging in and out of her wet pussy. Then he sucked her clit all the way into his mouth, still flicking his tongue. Michèle's body trembled and she almost came. It had been a long time since she had had her pussy eaten this well. He kept a lot of pressure on her pearl for quite a while, then let go. He still had his fingers fucking her pussy, but more slowly now, giving her groin a chance to relax from the tension that had built up. Then she felt his tongue around her asshole, licking little circles. She felt the heat of his wet mouth on her anus. He had his tongue placed at her rear entrance and slowly started penetrating the canal that had not been penetrated before. At first Michèle tensed, but she soon relaxed. His fingers fucking her pussy helped her relax. She breathed out. Michèle felt dirty, naughty. Very soon she felt one of his fingers, lubed up with her pussy juice, trying to stretch her rectum. She tensed again. "Relax, Michèle." Corentin whispered. She loved how he said her name. Slowly he worked his finger in. He knew it would take a moment for her tight hole to adjust to his finger. When it was all the way in, he slowly started moving it around, then in and out. To Michèle, it felt like she was going to poop. She then realized it was just the feeling of something sliding along her rectum and stopped worrying about anything embarrassing happening. She actually started to enjoy this new sensation. Corentin tried stretching her butt more by adding another finger. He was very careful and patient. He gave her body the time to allow his second finger to fully enter her rear end. Michèle wanted the second finger to just slide in, but it wouldn't be that easy. Focusing on her breath and closing her eyes, she relaxed every single muscle in her body and let him do his thing. Once he had his two fingers all the way inside her, she was able to start enjoying the new sensations around her rectum. "I need your dick inside me." Michèle ended the foreplay and sat up. He pulled his fingers out of her asshole, letting her move forward to where her pussy was above his throbbing cock. She grabbed the tip and positioned it at the entrance of her dripping pussy lips. She lowered herself onto his stiff pole and started riding him reverse cow girl style. She felt like a porn star: in the mirror she was watching her boobs bouncing as she was riding a nice cock. While he put his hands on her hips and found her pace with his pelvis, her own hands grabbed her tits to play with them. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and more sensitive than she had ever felt them. "Mmm Michèle, I've been fantasizing about this all day." Corentin moaned. Michèle could only grunt out her pleasure in response. On top of the wonderful feeling of her pussy grinding along the length of Corentin's cock, she got extra pleasure from watching herself perform this hot sex scene. She looked great riding his stiff pole. "Can I fuck you doggy style?" Corentin asked. "Mmmh yes." She dismounted his pole and sat on all fours, still facing the mirror. Corentin positioned himself behind her and placed his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy. "Wait", she said. "Don't you wanna fuck me in the ass?" Of course he wanted to. He put the tip of his dick at her asshole. "Hold on, big boy," she interrupted. "I got us some lube. It's the baby oil in that bag from the pharmacy." Corentin grabbed the oil and squeezed out some of it onto his prick and her anus. He spread the lube in and around the entrance of Michèle's virgin asshole, and jerked his dick a couple of times so his dick was lubed up well. Now fully prepared, he put his hard cock at her back entrance again and started pushing his hips forward slowly. Michèle put her head down. She focused on her breathing to stay as relaxed as possible while he was penetrating her tight hole. Working it in was taking a while. "How far in are you?" Michèle asked. "About halfway." "Only halfway?!" she thought. It had looked a lot easier in that porno yesterday. His cock already felt massive. He started moving back and forth a little bit, giving her rectum a better chance to get used to his dick. He even slid all the way out, and then back in. After slowly fucking her asshole like this a little, he started pushing in further. Michèle felt like she was getting split in half - in a good way. She experienced a new feeling of both pain and pleasure at the same time. Once all pain subsided, she started to enjoy the sensation of her newly found pleasure. "It's all the way in now." Corentin said. "Mmmh" Michèle moaned. Now Corentin started really fucking her asshole. Michèle couldn't believe her new friend's dick was all the way in her ass. It slid in and out so smoothly. "Faster." she told him. Inspired by Briana Banks's actions in the porn movie, Michèle started fingering herself while Corentin was ramming her bum faster and faster. The sensation of getting both her pussy and anus pleasured at the same time was overwhelming. In the reflection of the mirror Michèle's facial expressions showed Corentin that she was thoroughly enjoying their anal exploration. He too was loving the sex show, being able to see himself fuck his Parisienne in the ass. Michèle wanted to see what her asshole looked like with a dick sliding in and out. They changed positions so she was on top. In this position the penetration felt entirely different, and she loved it. She looked at herself and Corentin in the mirror. It was so erotic that she was getting fucked but that her pussy was still open. She felt dirty and sexy at the same time, and above all, extremely turned on. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she started touching herself again. Corentin began to moan louder. He was really starting to feel the extra pressure of her tight rectum on his dick. Her ass was ecstasy. "Cum in my ass," she groaned. Just hearing her say that initiated his orgasm. Jizz pumped up from his balls. "Ooooogggghhh" he grunted as he exploded deep inside her asshole. Michèle came with him. Her pussy, her asshole, even her womb and her nipples - everything detonated. They collapsed. "That was the most intense thing I've ever experienced." She said when she had caught her breath. He pulled his softening dick out of her used asshole. He looked her in the eye and said: "Merci." She smiled. "Merci à toi, Corentin," and they kissed. They fell asleep spooning again, getting rest before another day at the beach tomorrow. The Guest Room Ch. 04 Sunday, June 13, 2004 The four friends arrived at the beach in the early afternoon. Michèle was wearing the same thong bikini as the day before, and wanted to check with Axelle to see if she was okay with her going topless: "Axelle, do you mind me taking off my top?" She asked. "I mean: do you mind Henri seeing me topless?" Axelle responded: "I don't mind. It's not like you're the only woman in monokini around here." "I know, but still." She untied her bikini top. "You never go topless?" Corentin asked Axelle. "No, not really." Axelle said. "I don't feel comfortable like that in public. And I'm not sure Henri would approve." "I wouldn't mind!" Henri said. "You have great boobs!" "Yes, but don't you want to keep that private?" Axelle asked. "Maybe. I don't know. You can keep your top on. I'll see your beautiful twins tonight anyway." He winked at Corentin. He was thinking of his girlfriend's C-cup tits that he had put his dick between last night. At the same, he was also checking out Michèle's sexy little body. Her boobs weren't big enough for titty fucking, but he would sure like to take her small, pink nipples into his mouth. Axelle caught him glancing at her best friend. She continued the conversation: "So Michèle, I've seen you like this on the beach in Marseille, but when we used to go to Paris-Plage together, you didn't go topless. And you wore bottoms with a proper back to them." "Yeah I don't have a problem with people seeing my body... in certain settings. I still go to Paris-Plage, and I still wear normal bikinis there. Some people there wear thongs or sunbathe topless, but I don't feel comfortable doing that in the city, you know." "That makes sense." Henri said. "Also," Michèle continued, "I don't parade around your house only wearing this. It's just a different setting." When she said that, both Corentin and Henri were thinking the same thing: "Solid argument, but too bad she doesn't." "Right," Axelle said. "And I don't consider this a setting to take my top off." Michèle smiled at her. That night, they went out to dinner. The girls dressed up, did their hair and put on make-up. Both of them were wearing dresses that tightly wrapped around their bodies: Axelle's was plain navy blue with a gold necklace, and Michèle's had black and white stripes. When they came downstairs and put on their high heels, they got whistles from their boys. They were flattered. After dinner they went back to the house and watched the second Lord of the Rings movie. Henri, Axelle and Corentin were big fans, and they would even quote certain sentences along with the actors. Michèle had never seen the movies before and was taking everything in for the first time. They were sitting on the couch together, which was large enough to fit all four of them and which had extendable parts so they were lying down rather than sitting up. The two girls lay in the middle, with their respective guy on their outside. When the movie was over they stayed on the couch. During the movie they had all assumed a comfortable position, with the guys' arms around their girls. The girls started cuddling, something they sometimes had done when they lived together in college. This time it was more fun because they also had the guys there. They felt totally loosened up and didn't keep to just their own partner; Michèle sometimes felt Henri's fingers stroke her thighs and arms, and Corentin wasn't afraid of playing with Axelle's hands and fingers either. This calm atmosphere of innocent stroking and touching continued until it was interrupted by Axelle: "I think I'm gonna go to sleep," Axelle said. "But honey, we're having such a good time here," her boyfriend protested. "You can stay, but I feel tired and wanna go to bed." "Are you just saying that or can I really stay?" Henri asked. "It's fine honey. Michèle can take care of you. Good night." Axelle kissed him goodnight and went upstairs. She wondered how the cuddling would continue without her. Michèle, Henri and Corentin stayed on the couch and continued their cuddling fun. This was Michèle's first time cuddling with her best friend's boyfriend, but neither of them found it weird, as they had been good friends for a while. She was facing him and Corentin lay behind her. The guys began talking about sports and Michèle's eyelids started to feel heavy. Corentin and Henri's voices were talking about one subject, but their hands were clearly addressing another one. While Michèle lay innocently in between her two friends, Corentin's hand went down from her thigh, over her dress, onto her bare knee. His fingers gradually disappeared under the hem of her dress and explored her upper leg. Henri's hand had been stroking Michèle's arm, but was now getting off track to her sensitive neck. Then his hand drifted down, approaching her chest, but he didn't go all the way so he wouldn't raise her suspicion too soon. Corentin loved how her soft skin felt under his touch. The higher up her leg he moved his hand, the more he got turned on. He had gotten to the bottom of her butt. He moved further up until his hand was all over her bare butt cheeks. As he was caressing them, his cock was growing in his pants. In the meantime Henri had convinced himself to touch Michèle's breast... and found no resistance. She seemed passive, and her passivity encouraged him to be more daring. He squeezed her boob, massaged it. He and Corentin had kept talking over all their naughty touching, but had by facial expressions confirmed that this was not innocent cuddling anymore. Michèle, seeming to be passed out, was boiling with pleasure inside. The hand underneath her dress was starting to touch some sensitive spots, and she loved how Henri was massaging her tits. She couldn't help but drop her hand onto Henri's crotch. It was very clear where his hard-on was, and with one finger she started softly stroking its length through the fabric of his pants. Behind her, Corentin was seeing how much she would allow. Rather than just moving his hand underneath her dress, he started pushing the entire thing up, completely exposing her butt to his and Henri's eyes. Henri, closely observing Corentin's actions, could not take his eyes off Michèle's butt. He had seen it this afternoon but it was so much sexier in this forbidden setting. Her allowing all that was his green light to take the next step. He pulled the top of her dress down and removed her bra. Her breasts felt terrific. Smaller than his girlfriend's, but round and firm. Michèle's finger touching Henri's cock was so soft that it was just teasing, but deliberate enough to make it clear that she was intentionally driving him nuts. While he kept talking, Corentin was kissing her neck. He saw Corentin's fingers slide her panties to the side, and one finger disappeared into her pussy. At this time he realized he was about to engage in sexual activities outside his relationship, and while this was his last chance to step out, something told him it was ok. The talking stopped and clothes started coming off. From behind her Corentin's hand was pleasing her pussy while she was focusing on jerking off the cock in front of her. There was a special kind of synergy between their three bodies, and Michèle was the center of all excitement. By this time she was kissing and being kissed, and had lost track of whose hands where whose, caressing her naked skin, playing with her boobs, fingering her wet pussy. While Michèle kept stroking Henri's dick, Corentin finally positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and started pushing in. He thrust in at once. "Fuck," she moaned loudly. He pulled out and thrust in again. She moaned again, louder: "Fucckkk." He laid his hand on her hip and started fucking her at a steady pace. Michèle was completely fired up. With every thrust of Corentin's hard cock inside her, she gained new energy - new energy which she translated onto Henri's cock. However, she would rather give Henri a blow job than a hand job: "Hold on," she told Corentin. She got on her hands and knees and positioned herself so that her mouth was straight above Henri's stiff pole. While she lowered her head and kissed the mushroom head of Henri's cock, Corentin got on his knees behind her. He grabbed her waist and pressed his dick into her again. He loved watching this sex animal's ass and bare back, and her head bobbing up and down his best friend's cock. After a couple of minutes of fucking and sucking like this, the guys told Michèle to turn around. It was now Henri's turn to fuck her pussy. Michèle took Corentin's 7-inch hard-on in her mouth and tasted her own juices. She licked circles around the tip, then sucked the shaft in as much as she could. Giving head while getting her pussy pounded was a new experience for her and she was absolutely loving it, pleasing one cock while getting pleased by another. Then the boys really started working her: underneath her, Corentin grabbed her boobs, massaged them, pinched her nipples; Henri reached around from behind her and rubbed her clit. Michèle groaned over the dick in her mouth. This carnal trinity was heaven. The feelings racing through her body grew more intense every second and her lips and tongue had established a rhythm that was driving Corentin nuts. When Michèle's cheeks were getting tired, she pulled Corentin's dick out of her mouth and told Henri to stop: "Sit next to each other, you two. I'll be right back," she ordered. They obeyed and Michèle went upstairs. She returned to her boys with the baby oil, and spread it over their cocks. She kneeled between them and jerked them off simultaneously. Then she straddled Corentin's cock. She used one hand to jerk off Henri, the other to put around Corentin's neck. She gave him a long kiss, after which she came off of Corentin and mounted Henri. With all the lube she easily slid down on him and started fucking him in the exact same manner she had been fucking Corentin. She reapplied lube to the free dick and jerked him off softly to evenly spread the lube. "Come stand behind me, Corentin." Corentin obeyed and stood between Henri's spread legs, right behind Michèle. "Now lube up my butt." Corentin applied some of the baby oil to her back entrance as she was riding Henri's cock. Michèle leaned forward and sat still so he could work in his dick. Once the tip was all the way in, she started grinding her pelvis again. She was rocking up and down Henri's pole while she felt her ass getting more and more stretched, and finally she felt Corentin had completely impaled her. Both her pussy and asshole were filled with cock, and she had never felt so full, never so euphoric. "I'm a dirty slut," she thought, "a euphoric, dirty slut, full of raw energy." And she screamed: "Fuck my ass, Corentin!" For Henri, it was an extra turn-on that the first time he fucked another girl in three years, it was his threesome fantasy coming true. Michèle's slit felt great on his cock and through her vaginal walls he could feel Corentin plunging in and out of her ass. "Mmmgh", he moaned. He was grabbing her hips and lifting her up higher so she would come down harder on his dick. Michèle's tight ass and the excitement of having another guy fucking her at the same time were driving Corentin crazy. He had never felt feelings intense like these in his cock, his legs, and his entire body. He was ramming her back entrance harder and faster than was probably healthy for her, but Michèle didn't seem to be in any kind of pain: she was squealing with pleasure. Being double penetrated was going to drive her over the edge soon. Finally she felt the guys coming. They came at the same time which triggered her climax too - the most overwhelming orgasm she had ever experienced. "Aaaaahhhh oouuuii!" she screamed. Warm jizz was filling up both her pussy and her ass. Both Corentin and Henri had shot a huge load. When they pulled out, cum dripped out of both of Michèle's holes. She stood up and got a towel to clean up. In the meantime Henri got dressed and left the room to join Axelle, who had slept through the naughtiest adventure in her boyfriend's life. The Guest Room Ch. 05 Monday, June 14, 2004 When Axelle woke up the next morning, Henri was lying next to her. He was sleeping like a baby - a baby that was tired from fucking another woman. Axelle had known that was going to happen when she left the living room, and didn't mind. Henri had told her it was a fantasy of his to be in a threesome involving two men and a woman. Many times had they talked about it while having sex, resulting in intense orgasms - but Axelle would never be the girl in that threesome. It just wasn't for her. The thought of Henri and Corentin fucking her best friend had made Axelle wet every time she had thought about it. As soon as she had found out Corentin and Michèle would be staying over the same weekend, she had foreseen them to have sex. Seeing her boyfriend look at Michèle's barely covered body on the beach had made her expect the threesome. When she went upstairs yesterday, it wasn't to go to sleep; it was to play with herself listening to and fantasizing about what was happening downstairs. Maybe next time she would watch. She went down to the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Michèle was the second one up. "Bonjour!" Axelle said. "Bonjour!" "Comment ça va? T'as eu une bonne nuit? Did you have a good night?" "A fantastic night." Michèle winked and sat down. "Here, have some juice: two oranges, half a lemon and a teaspoon of sugar for my horny friend." "You know me too well," Michèle said, referring to both the juice and the remark. "Did you hear us?" "I didn't need to hear much to know what was going on. I knew you would fuck them." "You're the one who left them with me!" "Oh, so it's my fault?" Axelle teased. "I don't think the word 'fault' is appropriate here..." Michèle said. "all I'm saying is that I just fuck what you provide." Both of them laughed out loud. That night the girls went out, just the two of them. Corentin had already left and Henri wanted to stay home. They went to a bar downtown where Axelle knew there would be at least some crowd and where they served delicious cocktails. They got there during happy hour, and the many guys present bought them drinks. "I admire you." a tipsy Axelle told Michèle. "You admire me?" "Yes, I admire you." Axelle said. "I admire how you fuck guys." "Are you calling me a slut?" "No, no, I really admire you! It fascinates me that you fucked Henri and Corentin." "Oh. Why, thank you then." Michèle smiled. She took a large sip of her cosmopolitan. "Maybe you'll admire me even more if I tell you this: Corentin fucked me in the ass on Saturday and yesterday they DPed me." "Hmmm, anal and DP," Axelle said. Exactly the thing she had fantasized about. "So do you seriously not mind that I had sex with Henri?" Michèle asked. "To be honest: no, not really. He's always had a threesome fantasy, but I don't want to be in one. I had a feeling you would be willing to fuck him." "Willing to fuck him..." "I mean, I thought he would be the type of guy you would fuck. Your fuck type." "My fuck type! Hahaha." Michèle laughed. "Axelle, you're a riot. Tell me, who else is my fuck type?" "Corentin." "Obviously." "That guy over there." Axelle pointed at a tall, muscular man at the bar. He had brown, curly hair and was wearing a sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned arms. "Mmm, yes, you're right. I'd do him." "I think his friend as well." Michèle checked out the muscular man's friend. He was of a smaller build than his friend, had short brown hair, and a cute butt. Yes, she would fuck him too. And the bartender? Yes, him too. The DJ? No, not him. They discussed every single man present, and Axelle got it right nearly every single time. The two black guys in the corner? Yes, both of them, preferably together. "So do you know these guys?" Michèle asked. "Yeah, I know most of them. I come here on a regular basis and so do they." "So you could set me up with them?" "Hahaha Corentin has barely left and you already want me to provide you with new meat!" Michèle remained silent, but her eyes sparkled with horniness. "I'll see what I can do," Axelle said. Sunday, June 27, 2004 Two weeks later it was Michèle's birthday. Axelle had told her to dress cute because they were going out that night. She had only been specific about the time she had to be ready and the fact that they were going to get dinner first. The rest of the night was still a secret. When Michèle was in the bathroom getting ready, she saw that the Mediterranean sun had done her well: the mirror showed a nicely tanned body. She checked herself out and turned around. The only visible tan lines were from her thong - every other square centimeter of skin had a healthy bronzed color. She took a bath and masturbated with the jet streams again - something she had regularly enjoyed during her vacation. She put on make-up, straightened her hair, put on sexy black lace lingerie and a black dress that showed some cleavage. Axelle came home from work, got ready, put on a black dress as well, and they left for a fancy restaurant in downtown Marseille. Over dessert, Axelle told her: "So I've got a couple of things in mind for tonight. For the first surprise, we actually have to go back to the house." Michèle was excited. What would she get? She had a suspicion that Corentin would be back in town. Mmm, Corentin - he would make the perfect birthday fuck. When they arrived at the house, Michèle had to put on a blindfold. "Follow me," Axelle told her. "Be careful. The surprise is up in your room. I'll guide you." She was definitely expecting Corentin now. Once inside the room, Axelle counted down to take off the blindfold. "3... 2... 1... Surprise!" Michèle opened her eyes. In front of her was Corentin, indeed. Next to him, however, there were five other guys. Michèle recognized the men from the bar. They were all dressed in tuxedos, bowtie included, and all had their rock hard cocks out. Michèle gasped. "Axelle!" Her eyes were wide open, taking in the sexy scene in front of her. The six dicks in front of her intimidated her. Corentin stepped forward: "Happy birthday, Michèle." He kissed her on the mouth, grabbed her hands, and put them on his cock. She opened her mouth and their tongues met. Then someone else grabbed her hand and put it on another cock. Hands were all over her body, squeezing her boobs, grabbing her ass, and eagerly taking off her dress. Standing there in just her underwear and high heels, she glanced over at Axelle. "Enjoy!" Axelle whispered. Michèle needed more hands and eyes to take everything in. She was surrounded by dicks. By handsome men. By men who were going to fuck her in all holes. She didn't know their names yet, but was already eagerly stroking their cocks. The tall, muscular man with curly hair stood in front of her. She wanted to kiss him put he pushed her head down. He had a thick, veiny cock with a pink mushroom head, which she took into her mouth. She also stripped down his pants so she could play with his balls - he wasn't wearing boxers. With her free hand she stroked the bartender's cock. Then she was lifted onto the bed. She was stripped of her underwear, so she was only wearing her heels, which she would keep on during the rest of the gangbang. By now most guys were naked too. She took one dick in either hand and the black guy came to sit on top of her. "Suck my balls," he ordered. She took his big, shaven, black nuts into her mouth while he stroked his long piece of meat. Meanwhile, Corentin had positioned himself between her legs. He kissed her inner thighs, her thin strip of pubic hair, and her mound. Then he licked her slit from bottom to top. "Mmmmmmh" Michèle moaned with the black balls in her mouth. Corentin sucked on her clit and put a finger into her dripping pussy. The cocks in her hands changed, but she hardly had the chance to look whose they were. A black hand and the big, black cock was all she was able to see. "On top of you is Maurice," Axelle introduced the black cock. "Enchanté," Maurice said. He withdrew his balls from the Parisian slut's mouth and slapped her face with his 9 inch erection. Willingly she underwent her treatment and then devoured his dick with sultry appetite. She was working in the black pole when she felt the first dick enter her pussy. It was Corentin. Mmmm, for two weeks she had fantasized about him fucking her, but she had never dreamed other delicious dicks would be involved. The men switched positions a couple of times. After Corentin, her pussy was fucked by the tall, muscular guy. Fuck, she thought, that's a thick cock. Next, the black guy penetrated her - again a thick cock, which her pussy wasn't able to take in completely. Axelle was watching her best friend getting gangbanged. She was on a chair, riding Henri's hard cock. Her plan had worked out perfectly, and the scene was even hotter in real life than in her fantasies. Reaching around her, Henri was playing with her nice tits. Her nipples were rock hard and at times he was pinching them hard. While bouncing up and down her boyfriend's shaft, she was rubbing her clit. Michèle took the cock out of her mouth - it was the bartender's - and said: "Sorry guys, I first need to thank the organizer." She got up from the bed and walked towards Axelle. "Merci, ma belle." She said, and she embraced in a long, passionate kiss with Axelle, who was still riding Henri's cock. While the two girls were making out, the muscular guy's shorter friend grabbed Michèle by the hips and thrust his cock into her pussy. She threw her arms around Axelle's neck to find support. Through the kiss Axelle could feel how her best friend was getting pounded and that pushed her over the edge: "Oui!" she squealed. "Oui, ggghh Henri... Michèle!" Her clit was exploding with electric, orgasmic shocks, and her entire body was trembling. "Mmmmgghhh." "Now show me DP!" Axelle ordered. Corentin already had the baby oil ready. He lubed up Michèle and himself, and worked his stiff pole into her ass. They were on the bed, Michèle on top, so she could take another cock in her pussy. The tall muscular guy's shorter friend - his name was Quentin - was the first one to mount and penetrate her dripping pussy again. "Ghaahhh" Michèle squirmed - finally double filled again! She could feel the two dicks almost touching through her vaginal and anal walls. Through her rectum, she could feel Corentin going in and out of her slowly, while Quentin was fucking her a lot faster and harder. "I'm about to cum," Quentin said. "Put your dick in my mouth!" Michèle said. She took Quentin's cock into her mouth and sucked him off. In the meantime, another cock was already entering her vacated vagina. Right when Quentin's balls tightened up, she released his cock from her mouth so he exploded all over her face. Barely had she had a chance to lick off the sperm when another cock was presented to her mouth. She looked up: it was the bartender. She massaged his balls and her tongue swirled over the salty tip while she stroked the base. She let him cum all over her tits. Mmmmm. Michèle finished the guys one by one and their sperm was covering her face and boobs. She felt used, dirty, and alive. Everyone but Corentin had cum by now, including Henri. She let her fingers run over her chest, and using the mixed jizz as an extra lubricant, she fingered her clit while Corentin was still fucking her ass. "I'm going to cum!" Corentin finally grunted. He pulled out of her butt and quickly positioned himself over her. After only a couple of strokes, his cock started spurting cum all over the blonde. Stream after stream covered her face, hair, tits, and belly. Seeing her anal hero erupt like this, Michèle reached her climax as well. "Mmmmmhhh oouuui mmm." All the sexual energy that had built up throughout the gangbang was released in her clit, pussy, legs, toes. She shook and shuddered, and came hard. Exhausted, she looked in the mirror. "Happy birthday to me, a cum-covered slut," she thought, and laid down her head. "Why don't you go take a shower," Axelle recommended after her friend had recollected herself. Michèle could barely walk. Once she had reached the bathroom, she turned on the shower - the warm water felt great on her used body. She had to wash three times to get all the sperm and sex juices off. When she came out of the shower, refreshed and reborn, she saw that Axelle had provided fresh towels and a present. Michèle tore the gift paper and found a classy looking, diamond-decorated black bra and matching thong, the perfect souvenir of the most wonderful night in her life. Dressed in her fancy new lingerie, she went downstairs. Everyone had left except Axelle, Henri and Corentin, who were sitting around a birthday cake on the kitchen table. The guys were in their boxers, Axelle was only wearing panties. "I suppose eating cake after a gangbang for my 25th birthday is an appropriate setting to be topless?" Michèle asked. She took off her bra. Axelle smiled. "It's the perfect setting to be topless," she said. "Happy birthday, ma belle!"