Nicole explained that because both girls were blessed, or cursed when it came to physical activity, with curvy, petite bodies and exceptionally large breasts, neither could run nor play volleyball or hockey without embarrassment and possible damage to the big soft globes that jiggled and bounced, a major distraction for teachers and fellow pupils alike. Teachers of both sexes sympathized, finding themselves deeply attracted to the two girls despite desperately trying to remember their marriage vows, while fellow pupils complained their teams were unable to concentrate. A compromise was reached where the two girls became cheerleaders, helping the school’s teams to victory by distracting the other side at every opportunity.
It was Nicole who said they had to become blood sisters as she and Katie hid together one night in the gym equipment store. She produced a miniature of vodka so she could sterilize a needle and then shared the alcohol with Katie for courage as she pricked first one of her own nipples and then one of Katie’s, rubbing the tiny beads of blood together as their lips met in a soul-searing kiss. It was the first expression of a lesbian passion they both accepted was just as inevitable as their continuing lust for hot, hard male cock.
*
When he wasn’t fucking and sodomizing beautiful teenage girls, Jack worked as a freelance photographer covering everything from celebrity parties and film festivals to taking pictures of properties French letting agents offered to interested parties in the US and UK. Whether for short lets or full-scale moves, properties in France were much in demand and Jack was kept busy. Which was why, as soon as he had freshened up, Jack loaded his camera bag into his Range Rover and asked the two girls if they would like to join him. Nicole agreed while Katie said she would prefer to stay and tan herself by the pool, her eyes widening at the sight of Zidi’s tautly muscled chest when he stripped off his shirt to work in the adjacent olive grove. Father and daughter duly set off for a chateau situated in the middle of vineyards around sixty kilometers to the north.
As he drove while Nicole navigated, Jack listened happily to his daughter’s stories of lovemaking with Katie, the parties she’d been to, the books she’d read and the films she’d seen. Jack delighted in his daughter’s zest for life, hoping she’d found a lifelong friend in Katie. Quite how any boy who fell in love with her would react when he found he would have to share Nicole with Katie could only be guessed at, but Jack guessed the lucky guy would be unlikely to complain. Indeed, the thought of both girls being fucked by one particular lucky male, Zidi with his exquisitely sculpted body and superb cock, made Jack’s erection so cramped in his pants he squirmed momentarily and nearly drove the car off the road when Nicole suddenly screamed, “Daddy – there! Oh god!”
Slamming on the brakes and pulling over, Jack saw a motor scooter lying on its side in front of a set of impressive wrought-iron gates guarding a driveway. Next to the scooter was a teenage boy, sprawled out on his side, one arm at an unnatural angle. It wasn’t hard to work out from the curve of the black tire mark on the road that the boy had braked hard before crashing into the gates.
Jack couldn’t see if the boy was conscious and for a moment he wondered if he was dead and should stop Nicole running over. But it was too late; she was already kneeling to stroke the boy’s face, looking desperately for signs of life.
“Don’t move him, darling!” Jack shouted. “Moving someone with a broken neck or back can kill them.”
“He’s alive!” Nicole cried. “Daddy, I can feel his breath on my cheek.”
The boy, realizing someone was kneeling next to him, opened his eyes and tried to focus, groaning as he moved and then wincing in agony from his injured arm.
“Please, don’t move,” Jack said in French. “I will call for an ambulance. “Is it only your arm that is broken?”
“Yes, I think so,” the boy said, looking up at Nicole and trying to smile. She smoothed his long dark hair away from his eyes and shushed him, then lifted his head from the ground and cradled it in her lap.
“You are an angel, perhaps?” the boy whispered and then sighed loudly and passed out.
Jack reached for his cellphone and dialed 112. As he spoke to the emergency operator he was surprised to see his daughter’s eyes were wet, the slopes of her breasts flushed. Whether the intensity of Nicole’s attraction to the boy was sexual or romantic Jack couldn’t tell but he could see from the expression on the boy’s face before he passed out that the feeling was mutual.
An ambulance arrived in response to Jack’s call followed by a police car. After the boy had been assessed and loaded aboard Jack was asked to make a brief statement, the gendarme obviously unsympathetic toward the young man for not wearing a helmet.
“They think it is not cool,” the gendarme said with a snort of contempt. “It is lucky you saw him, monsieur, his arm is broken and the comtesse will be most grateful to you for having sent for medical assistance.”
“The comtesse?” Jack asked.
“La Comtesse de Montravigne,” the gendarme replied, cocking his head toward the ornate gates on the other side of the road. “The young man is her son, Jean-Paul, Le Comte de Montravigne.”
“Daddy, that’s – ”
“Well, if that’s all we’ll be off then, officer,” Jack said, cutting Nicole off and taking her by the arm to move toward their car.
The gendarme closed his notepad and walked back to his car. “Safe journey,” he called as he started the engine and drove off.
Nicole looked at her father. “Daddy, that’s where we’re going. To the Chateau de Montravigne,” she said, obviously surprised he had stopped her telling the policeman the comtesse was their client.
“Discretion, sweetheart,” Jack said. “People offer to rent their properties for all sorts of reasons. Some because they enjoy having rich paying guests, some out of necessity because they’re in financial straits. Until our client explains which it is it’s better to be discreet and not have nosy policemen knowing more than they should. Now, let’s go home and I’ll ring the agent and he can let me know what the comtesse wants to do after she’s looked after her son.”
Nicole smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “So, do you think I’m an angel, Daddy?”
“God, I doubt it,” her father said, laughing as he smacked her curvy bottom.
*
When they got home, Nicole went searching for Katie while Jack changed into swim trunks and made his way to the kitchen to assemble the ingredients for a baguette and pâté lunch. The morning had been a wash-out but he expected he would get a call from the agent managing the Comtesse’s property to reschedule and could find out from her how the boy was recovering in hospital to reassure Nicole.
He was reaching into the refrigerator for butter when he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to find Nicole smiling at him. She put a finger to her mouth in a shush sign and took his hand, leading him into the living room which looked out over the pool.
“I guess Zidi couldn’t wait until tonight,” Nicole whispered, and Jack quickly saw what she meant.
Zidi, still wearing his work clothes but with his shorts round his ankles, was standing in front of Katie’s sun-lounger holding her legs in his hands, supporting her body as he fucked his huge hard cock, glistening with lube, back and forth in her upturned asshole. It was obvious Katie was in seventh heaven: her eyes were closed and she was moaning in pleasure as she was sodomized by a young man so desperate to sink his cock into her bowels he must have run from the olive groves as soon as it was time to stop for lunch.
“Want to go and join them, Daddy?” Nicole asked, a note of excited arousal in her voice.
“Baby, I’m starving, and not just for sex,” Jack whispered, leading her away from the rutting couple and back to the kitchen, slipping his arm round her waist so he could snuggle her into his side. “Now, why don’t you change into fewer clothes and then there’s a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc in the fridge that would be perfect for lunch. Will you open it while I warm the baguettes?”
“Certainly, Chef,” his daughter said with a cheeky grin.
Nicole appeared a couple of minutes later wearing a linen blouse tied under her jiggling breasts and a tiny thong that barely covered her cunt and left the plump curvy cheeks of her ass exposed. Jack’s cock stiffened in his swim trunks in response to his daughter’s beauty, but he was serious about sorting out lunch before satisfying his appetite for sex. Together they put together the food, wine, plates and glasses onto a tray and carried everything through to the pool but the amazing sight that met their eyes made Jack’s libido soar into overdrive.
Zidi was inexhaustible in his lust for burying his cock in the accommodating asshole of their gorgeous guest. He and Katie had changed places: Zidi was now lying back on the lounger, Katie sitting astride him with her thighs resting outside of Zidi’s which forced her legs wide open. Jack glanced at Nicole and saw her gaze was riveted where his was; on the smooth, glistening lips of Katie’s cunt, gaping obscenely from the pressure of Zidi’s cock in her ass.
“Oh god, oh fuck, Nicks,” Katie gasped when she focused and saw Nicole and Jack were watching. “Zidi’s come three times already and it just feels so fucking incredible with his huge cock spurting masses of hot, gooey spunk up my ass!”
A moment later Katie screamed out in delight as her whole body stiffened, her asshole grinding down on the cock buried in her bowels as she climaxed hard. The muscles in her rectum forced Zidi to arch his hips up off the lounger, every inch of his engorged prick buried to the hilt in the spunk and lube slippery depths of Katie’s back passage, so much sperm pumped out from his balls it oozed from her anal sphincter stretched taut round the deeply buried shaft.
Leave a Reply