Our passion was interrupted by a polite cough from a still fully-clothed Annabelle. For an instant, there was annoyance on the face of my French beauty, but she checked herself and again stepped back from my needful hands.
“Gently, my love, slowly. I should like you to make love to me as if it is my first time. Like I am a virgin, yes?”
Ah, so this is the game, I thought to myself. I’m being used as some kind of, what, training aid? Once Beatrice has shown her friend how it’s done, will Annabelle swap places with her in my bed? The thought of fucking both women, one after the other, was not helping me to calm down; de-flowering Annabelle would be fantastic enough, but warming up to the task by screwing this gorgeous French minx was almost more than my simple blood-starved brain could cope with.
Beatrice unzipped her tiny skirt before letting it fall to the floor, revealing the black hold-ups I had caught a tantalizing glimpse of earlier in the bar. Her tanned body could be described as lithe were it not for those incredible breasts. Matching her other lingerie, she wore a pair of lacy black panties, through which I could just make out a neatly trimmed pubic bush. Christ, I thought, and she wants me to go slowly?
I dropped my jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, trying to ignore the tiny dark spot of pre-cum soaking through my boxers. Reaching out, I took Beatrice’s hand and led her the final steps to the bed. She lay back with her head on the pillows, I lay beside her, and we again started to kiss. Lifting aside her dark tresses with my right hand, I lovingly nuzzled her neck and let my left hand roam across her tight stomach and up to her breast. Pinching her firm nipple through the lace, I again felt her groan against my check. She arched her back and reached behind to unclasp her bra, lifting it clear. Once more I buried my face between her breasts, kissing the soft skin before moving to gently bite at her left nipple. She squirmed beneath me as I kissed my way down her body before softly blowing at her pussy through her panties. Slipping my fingers into the fabric at her hips, I slowly tugged the lingerie down Beatrice’s long legs before easing them past her feet. Her pussy, wet with anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive, opened to my tongue and a deep guttural moan escaped her mouth. She arched her back and held the back of my head tightly against her pussy.
After a few laps at Beatrice’s pussy lips, I slipped my index finger into her and gently stroked it in and out. At this, Beatrice’s deep sobbing breaths changed to ragged gasps. “Oui, oui, ouiiiiiiiiii!” she cried, her back arching again as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her stockinged thighs clamped around my head as her juices flooded onto my face.
“Oh oui!” Beatrice gasped. She grabbed the back of head and dragged me up to her face for a lingering kiss. Her tongue swirled in my mouth, savouring the taste of her own juices, before she broke away and held my jaw in her hand, forcing me to meet her intense stare. “Maintenant, prends-moi. Take me!” she whispered huskily.
I pulled back and slid my boxers off, easing them past my rock-hard cock. I heard a slight gasp and turned to see Annabelle, her face flushed and her chest heaving. As our eyes met, she struggled to regain her composure, brushing a dislodged lock of hair from in front of her glasses.
“Forget her, baise-moi!” Beatrice demanded, her voice raw with passion. She reached into her purse on the bedside table and pulled out two condoms, tossing one towards me and dropping the other onto the bedside table. As I unwrapped and rolled the condom on, she teased her pussy, her eyes fixed intently on my cock. I sank to my knees between her legs, lowering myself down onto her body. My dick slid effortlessly between her pussy lips and I started long slow thrusts into her sopping sex. As my pace picked up, Beatrice tipped her head back and groaned with lust. Her hands grabbed my arse, pulling me deeper and faster into her, until I was slamming her with all my strength. “Uh, uh, uh.” she moaned “Plus fort! Harder!” So much for “gently”, I thought.
I pulled out, a stream of glistening pussy juice flicking from the end of my cock. Before Beatrice could protest, I flipped her onto her front so that her arse was pointed up in the air at me. I’d also angled her so that we were now both facing Annabelle, who was staring open-mouthed at the fucking I was giving her friend no more than a metre away. Beatrice held her pussy lips open and I slid deep into her, eliciting a cry of “Oh oui!” from her. I pounded into her again and again, my hands reaching around and groping her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. I looked the blonde square in the eyes as I pounded Beatrice; she was mesmerized. A howl from Beatrice drew my attention back, as a second orgasm crashed in on her. I held her hips, my cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy as she bucked with the violent waves of her climax.
Momentarily spent, Beatrice buried her face into the duvet. I pulled my cock out and rolled her over. Her eyes focused on my erection and she smiled hungrily. “Don’t worry, I am not done with you quite yet.” she murmured.
Beatrice pushed me onto my back and sat astride my legs. She lovingly wanked my cock a few times, before leaning forward and slapping it against her pendulous breasts. I had been trying hard not to cum for some time now, desperate to prolong the extraordinary pleasure with this wanton bitch. But this was almost too much and I pulled her face up to mine so that my cock was lined up with her drenched pussy. She lowered herself onto me and I slid effortlessly into her once more.
“Oh oui.” she hissed “Give it to me!”
We gradually built up pace until Beatrice was pounding up and down on my dick, virtually screaming a string of French obscenities. She sat upright and I held her thighs to ensure that her violent thrashings didn’t cause me to slip out. Realising that the end was near for both of us, I reached out to heft her breasts in the palms of my hands. She clamped her hands over mine, mashing my fingers against her soft skin. At that moment her body started to spasm violently as a third orgasm tore through her molten cunt. As she thrashed around on my cock, I finally let loose rope after rope of cum. Stars exploded before my eyes as I emptied my balls into my incredible seductress.
As I regained my breath, I remembered that we had had an audience to our passion. I turned my head to see Annabelle staring wide-eyed at us, her cheeks flushed and a slight sheen of sweat on her brow. It was only now that I noticed that her hand was deep below the waistband of her trousers, slowly moving up and down in time with her gentle panting.
I pulled the condom from my flagging cock and tied it off before dropping it onto the floor beside the bed. Beatrice lay in my arms, her amazing body facing towards her friend.
“What do you think?” she asked.
Annabelle looked steadily into my eyes for a few long moments before replying.
“Yes.”
I felt a massive grin break out across my face. “You might have to give me a moment, I’m afraid.”
“Like hell we will, cherie” Beatrice laughed. She slid from the bed and, reaching out to her friend, pulled Annabelle by the hand from her chair. The blonde hastily slipped her other hand from the top of her trousers, before Beatrice grabbed hold of it and, alternating her eye contact between Annabelle and I, slowly slipped each of the fingers in and out of her mouth. Laughing, she then stepped behind her friend, softly whispering in French into the ear of the young blonde. Her hands caressed Anabelle’s shoulders, arms and stomach, before glancing over her breasts and undoing the top button of her blouse. With infinite care, she unbuttoned the blouse before releasing it from the waistband of Annabelle’s trousers and sliding it off her onto the floor.
For a moment, Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself from my eyes. Then her eyes fixed on mine and her arms fell back to her sides. I took in the alluring sight of her pert breasts, hidden behind an almost girlish white lace bra, and could feel life come back to my cock. I reached down and stroked myself a couple of times, and was rewarded with a small gasp from the young English rose.
“Yes, that’s right” cooed Beatrice, her fingers now working the catch at the top of Annabelle’s trousers. The blond kicked her pumps off as the trousers slid to the floor, revealing tiny lace panties that were clearly already soaked through. Beatrice whispered again in Annabelle’s ear as she removed her friend’s bra, fully revealing lovely pale breasts with large rose-coloured nipples. Annabelle’s stared nervously into my eyes as she then slipped her fingers into the sides of her panties before tugging them from her hips. The delicate material slipped to the floor and Annabelle stood before me in her naked glory. Beatrice reached up removed her friend’s glasses and untied her hair; as Annabelle shook it loose, her perfect breasts jiggled in time. A single drop of sweat tricked from her neck down between her breasts and over her flat stomach. I gazed upon her body, rapt in her astonishing beauty and for the moment completely oblivious to the lovely naked Frenchwoman standing by her side, a woman I had been fucking no more than a few short minutes ago. Without thinking, my hand returned to my hardening cock and I slowly pumped it; a groan escaping from my mouth as I feverishly imagined how the rest of the night would pass.
Beatrice again took Annabelle’s hand and led her towards the bed. “Come, do not be shy” she purred. Removing her stockings so that she too was now completely naked, Beatrice followed her friend onto the bed and together they knelt in front of me, either side of my legs, while I continued to slowly wank myself hard again.
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