Again her father started pumping, this time very slowly, pausing occasionally so that he could reach down and part her buttocks with his fingers, checking that there was sufficient lube on his cock so he didn’t hurt her and taking pleasure in seeing her tiny anal sphincter stretched taut round the base of his penis, a slick, tight clinging of flesh to flesh. Nicole, eager to heighten the sensation for both her father and herself, slipped her hand between her legs and curled three long thin fingers into her sopping pussy, stroking her fingers against his shaft through the thin membrane and masturbating him with quick little strokes.
Almost immediately her father pressed his belly against her buttocks, thrusting every inch of his prick into her asshole, his body jerking in orgasm, another heavy load of cum spurting deep into Nicole’s bowels. Finally he lay still, and Nicole heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep. Then she, too, fell asleep, happy to be back in her father’s bed, lying in his arms, his prick once more back where it belonged, deep in her welcoming asshole.
*
Jack
Jack’s great pleasure in owning a house with several bedrooms and being the only occupant, except when Nicole was staying with him on holiday from school, was that he could set a room apart for when he, or anyone else, wanted to have sex. The double bed had a metal frame headboard, which Jack loved to see Nicole hold onto as she braced herself ready for the first entry of his cock into her backside. He covered the mattress with a single silk sheet, which he could change easily if it was messy with sperm, girlcum or lube.
Right now it was Jack himself who was occupying the room, spending a languid hour after lunch with Zidi. Jack was moving his hips very slowly, gently, the muscles in his ass flexing as he fucked the length of his cock back and forth in the boy’s asshole who was lying beneath him. As he fucked the boy, Jack ran his tongue over and down the soft skin of Zidi’s jawline and down his neck, savoring the taste and warm scent of the smooth skin. Then he moved his face back and trapped Zidi’s full lips under his, his tongue pushing into the boy’s mouth in rhythm with his cock shuttling back and forth in Zidi’s overstuffed rectum.
Again and again Jack thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into Zidi, making the boy shudder with delight. The Moroccan boy’s legs, wrapped round Jack’s waist, tightened to pull Jack further inside him. The invitation tempted Jack to fuck Zidi harder but he held back, choosing instead to rotate his hips, the head of his cock pushing even deeper into the boy’s bowels. The pleasure Jack felt was intense, and he knew he would come too soon if he didn’t slow down a little.
Slowly and carefully, Jack eased his hips back, the length of his cock sliding from the grip of the boy’s sphincter with an audible slurp. Zidi gasped against his ear, “Non -” but Jack shushed him and said, “Wait.”
Sliding his body forward through the arc of Zidi’s clasping legs, Jack brought his cock, slippery with lube and semen, level with the boy’s mouth. Without hesitation Zidi opened his lips and Jack sank the head and as much of the shaft of his cock as he could into the boy’s open mouth, shuddering with delight as Zidi started to suck hungrily.
For Jack, Zidi’s mouth clasped round the head of his cock was a different pleasure from fucking the boy’s ass; warmer, wetter, the sensation concentrated on the tight circle of Zidi’s lips rather than along the full length of Jack’s prick as it was when he was buried in the sheath of the boy’s rectum. It was no less intense, Zidi’s long, drawing sucks making Jack’s balls tighten with the surging heat of his semen, but Jack had sodomized Nicole enough times to be able to hold back from filling Zidi’s throat with his cum, preferring instead to pump it in gushes into the Moroccan boy’s receptive asshole.
Gently but firmly Jack pulled his cock from the clasping oval of Zidi’s mouth and settled himself back between the boy’s legs, delighting in the way Zidi once more arched his supple back and locked his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack reached down under Zidi’s firmly muscled backside, took hold of his cock, slick with sperm, lube and the boy’s saliva, and positioned it on the opening of Zidi’s rosehole. In one, exquisitely pleasurable, movement he sank the full length of his penis into the boy’s rectum in a smooth, upward stroke. Zidi cried out with pleasure and Jack felt the boy’s cock, trapped between the taut muscles of their bellies, convulse and ejaculate, streams of creamy cum bursting from the tip.
Highly aroused, the sensation of feeling Zidi climax set off Jack’s own orgasm. He thrust his prick as deep as he possibly could into the boy’s body and felt a great rush of liquid heat surging through the shaft of his prick to spurt into Zidi’s bowels. Time and again Jack jerked his hips, waves of ecstasy washing over him as he climaxed, his eyes closing and a wordless cry escaping his lips as he emptied his balls into the squirming boy.
At last the spurts began to slow and Jack looked down at Zidi. The boy’s eyes were closed and he had a soft smile on his lips. Jack knew from experience that it would only be moments before Zidi was good for another orgasm and that he would want to spurt his cum into Jack’s mouth, at the same time as he was sucking clean Jack’s prick, fresh from the depths of his ass. Maybe next time Jack would simply pull his spurting prick from Zidi’s rectum and climax straight into the boy’s mouth: he knew the Moroccan boy would love that.
It was a delightful thought and brought new life to his cock, still bathing in the warm clasp of Zidi’s sperm-filled rectum. Suddenly Jack had a craving for swallowing several mouthfuls of fresh, creamy cum and he flexed his hips, slowly withdrawing so that he could maneuver Zidi into the sixty-nine position. Zidi responded by squirming with delight, always eager, always willing.
*
Leaving Zidi dozing on the bed, Jack made his way downstairs to brew himself some coffee. He saw that Nicole had left a note on the fridge and smiled as he read the message. ‘Dad, gone shopping with Rafiq. Fish for dinner. Love you!’
Jack was delighted how readily his daughter was adapting to living in France and learning the language. She was able to ask for what they needed when they went shopping together in the market, she helped her father translate letters he’d been sent by prospective clients enquiring about his services as a freelance photographer, and she had visited the house where Rafiq and Zidi rented a room. Nicole was proud to be able to tell her father that she had understood Rafiq’s conversation with the woman who managed the building, laughed with her about how well-endowed the Moroccan was, and even flirted with her husband before Rafiq grew impatient and led her upstairs for a vigorous bout of sodomy.
For Jack, the only disappointment was that Nicole seemed cool toward Zidi. She never made any move toward having sex with the boy, nor did she join her father when he was fucking Zidi’s ass. She was perfectly friendly with Zidi, talking and laughing with him, but she seemed content to give her pussy and asshole to his brother, Rafiq, which seemed a shame when Jack could envision any number of sexual scenarios which included his daughter and Zidi.
The thought made Jack’s cock stir and he idly reached down, hefted his stiffening prick in his hand and started to masturbate. What amazed Jack was the availability of sex whenever he wanted it made him more, not less, horny and the simple act of baring his prick made him ache to empty his balls into Nicole or Zidi, whichever suited his mood.
Zidi appeared, wearing a t-shirt and buttoning the shorts he habitually wore. Despite Jack just having thoroughly fucked the boy, Jack delighted in seeing Zidi’s hefty prick outlined against the thin material.
“I go to catch bus, Mr. Jack,” Zidi said and smiled when he saw Jack was holding his erect cock.
“Take money for the bus from the table in the hall,” said Jack. “And thank you, it is always nice when you let me fuck you.”
“I have much pleasure with you,” said Zidi with a shy smile. “Rafiq very rough sometimes, use me too hard. You are gentle, make sure I enjoy it when you fuck my ass.”
He stepped closer to Jack, leaned up and opened his mouth. Jack put his arms round Zidi and kissed the boy hard on the lips, his tongue sliding into Zidi’s mouth at the same time as Zidi curled his fingers round the shaft of Jack’s cock and moved his hand back and forth, sending a frisson of pleasure through the older man’s body. For a moment Jack debated whether to hoist Zidi onto the kitchen table for a repeat of the sodomy session he had just enjoyed but he felt hot and sweaty and wanted to cool off in the swimming pool before Nicole came home. Reluctantly Jack broke the kiss and stepped back, gingerly sliding his very hard cock from the Moroccan boy’s grip.
Zidi laughed. “I come back with Rafiq tomorrow,” he said. “Then you give me big cock in my bum while Rafiq shows Nicole nice time.”
“It’s a deal,” said Jack and waved as Zidi picked up the money he needed for the bus, no more, and closed the door behind him.
*
Lying naked on his back in the pool, moving his arms and legs just enough to stay afloat, Jack was pleased when a cab drew up outside the house. A moment later Nicole called out, “Hello Daddy,” as she walked through the patio doors carrying two bottles of cold beer and glasses on a tray.
“Did you get what you wanted?”
“Yes,” said Nicole, taking one of the beers and stretching out on a sun bed. She was wearing a cut-off cotton top that buttoned up the front and left her midriff bare and shorts so tiny they left the dimples of each cheek exposed and so tight they outlined the cleft of her pussy.
“Every kind of shellfish imaginable for a fish stew and some wonderful seasonal vegetables. Fresh baguettes, unsalted Normandy butter, a tarte tatin for dessert and a bottle of good white wine. All for only five Euros.”
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