Slowly, as Zidi’s orgasm ebbed, Katie lifted herself off Zidi’s up-thrust cock, her bottom full to overflowing with his creamy sperm. The boy’s still hard penis slid wetly from her anus, slapping against Zidi’s sweat-drenched stomach as he lay back, his eyes closed, breathing hard from three intense orgasms in quick succession. Too enticing for Nicole to resist, she padded across to kneel between Zidi’s legs, lowering her head to suck his sex, slick with his abundant semen, into her mouth until the swollen head was lodged in her throat.
As Katie stood watching her BFF suck Zidi’s cock her eyes met Jack’s and she reached her hand down between her legs, caressing the stiff bud of her clit with two fingers and then sliding them between her pussy lips, flushed hot and pink, to the distended opening of her asshole. She pushed the two fingers into herself, sealing her sphincter as Jack hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his swim trunks and pushed them down to bare his cock which reared up, as hard as an iron bar, sperm oozing from the tip.
“Bring his load to me, baby,” Jack whispered to Katie as he lay back on a vacant lounger and Katie giggled with excited delight.
A moment later both couples abandoned themselves to oral pleasure.
Zidi let out soft groans of satisfaction as Nicole sucked his cock clean, obviously savoring the delicious taste and smell of Katie’s rectum that covered the shaft and his balls while her father had his tongue stuck as far as he could get it into the depths of Katie’s rectum, her sphincter gaping open allowing him access to the huge creamy load Zidi had deposited in her bowels. And Jack himself was flexing his hips, fucking his super-hard cock into Katie’s mouth as she raised and lowered her head, dripping saliva onto the shaft to ease the passage of the swollen glans down her throat. Extremely aroused by watching her ass being fucked and the delicious taste of Zidi’s semen filling his mouth, Jack let out a cry muffled by the soft flesh of Katie’s buttocks covering his face and climaxed, a massive load of spunk spurting from his over-full balls into Katie’s softly suckling mouth which she swallowed eagerly.
For a second it crossed Jack’s mind the butter would melt and the wine lose its chill in the hot sun but then Katie squirmed her dripping pussy over his suckling mouth once again, masturbating her clit with his lips and he decided even the wonders of French cuisine were over-rated by comparison with the taste of a teenage girl’s delicious cunt cream…
*
Jack was dropping off to sleep in the early afternoon sun, lulled by the happy laughter of Nicole and Katie playing in the pool, when his cellphone rang. It was the agent acting on behalf of the Comtesse de Montravigne whose property he and Nicole had been on their way to photograph when they came across the comtesse’s son lying in the road. Jack had expected a call to reschedule the assignment but he was surprised when the agent requested an alternative.
“Yes, of course,” he said. “We’ll be there at four.”
He closed his phone up and called out to Nicole who was lying in the shallow end of the pool, her legs spread wide and lifted over her best friend’s shoulders, her hands gently stroking Katie’s hair as her lover licked between her legs, one minute pushing her tongue as far as she could get it past the tight muscle of Nicole’s anus, the next closing her lips round the bud of Nicole’s erect clit, fellating it like a tiny cock making Nicole whimper with ecstasy.
Jack would have liked nothing more than to mount Katie, pistoning his cock slowly back and forth in the deliciously tight grip of her rectum but instead he called out, “Excuse me, ladies. A young man named Jean-Paul, Comte de Montravigne, is asking to see ‘The Angel’? Anyone here by that name?”
“Oh god, Katie,” Nicole squealed, torn between her pleasure from Katie’s skilled cunt-lapping and her excitement at seeing Jean-Paul again. “He means me!”
Nicole hurriedly extricated herself from Katie’s suckling mouth and dragged her BFF into the house to get changed. Jack did the same and was sitting in the car ten minutes later wondering what was keeping the two lovebirds.
Eventually the girls appeared and Jack wondered whether one important part of Jean-Paul’s anatomy was scheduled to undergo a miraculous recovery. Nicole and Katie were wearing identical white lace blouses tied under their full breasts, their nipples clearly visible through the white threads, the tips poking through peek-a-boo gaps. Both were wearing shorts so tight and tiny they outlined the perfect peaches of their cunt-lips and left the dimples of their asses exposed. Whether it was excitement at seeing the young French aristocrat again or the sex session in the swimming pool, both girls were obviously highly aroused and Jack wasn’t surprised when Nicole climbed into the back with Katie and whispered to him, “You don’t mind, do you, Daddy? Katie and I want to play with each other…”
Jack took a moment to straighten out his stiffening prick in his pants which was just as well: sighs, moans and soft slurping noises of fingers exploring wet cunts and mouths licking and lapping at stiff nipples started the moment he put the car in gear.
*
Nicole was uncharacteristically quiet, linking arms with Katie and cuddling into her best friend’s side as they entered the small hospital that served the surrounding region. Jack told the receptionist who they had come to visit and they were directed down a sterile corridor to a room with blinds at the windows. Jack knocked and glanced sideways at Nicole who hugged Katie even harder, holding back so Jean-Paul would not immediately see her.
“Entrez!” a voice called Jack recognized as Jean-Paul’s. He opened the door and saw the teenager lying back on a bed, dressed in a hospital gown, his arm in plaster held in place by a sling, lying across his chest.
“Monsieur Le Comte,” Jack said formally.
“Please, Monsieur Sommersby, call me Jean-Paul,” the boy said in English. “Won’t you come in?” the boy said, obviously trying to hide his disappointment he could see only Jack. Jean-Paul winced in pain as he pushed himself upright and started to say, “I wanted to thank you for – ”
His face suddenly lit up and he smiled with delight. Jack turned and saw his daughter leaning round the edge of the door, smiling back, her eyes sparkling.
“Mon ange!” Jean-Paul said and he put out a hand which Nicole clasped in hers the second she walked into the room, pulling Katie in behind her. Nicole bent to whisper in Jean-Paul’s ear and then trailed her lips across his cheek to give him a soft kiss on the mouth, stroking her breasts against his chest, the kiss deepening as Jean-Paul reached up to close his hand round the soft globe, his thumb stroking back and forth across the stiff, sensitive tip of her exposed nipple.
Jack coughed gently to remind the couple there were two other people in the room, one of them the father of the girl whose breast Jean-Paul was openly caressing, and Nicole straightened, a mischievous smile on her face as her eyes met her father’s and she glanced down to see the obvious erection barely hidden by Jean-Paul’s gown.
“Jean-Paul,” she said, moving back to slip her arm round Katie’s waist and kissing her on the cheek. “This is my best friend in all the world, Katie Randall.”
“Enchanté, Monsieur Le Comte,” Katie said in her best French and curtsied to him.
Jean-Paul laughed aloud and said, “Mam’selle,” his eyes widening as he realized Katie’s breasts were every bit as large and full as Nicole’s and just as visible through the sheer material of her lace blouse.
“So, Jean-Paul,” Jack said firmly, pulling up one of the visitor’s chairs while Nicole and Katie sat on either side of the bed, Nicole still clasping Jean-Paul’s hand in hers. “How are you? Does your mother know you’re here?”
“Yes, Monsieur Sommersby,” Jean-Paul began.
Jack waved his hand dismissively. “Please,” he said. “Call me Jack. Monsieur Sommersby makes me sound ancient.”
“Thank you … Monsieur Jack,” Jean-Paul said finding a neat compromise between formality and being too familiar. His eyes locked on Nicole’s who blushed prettily and then looked across at Katie with a little smile as if to say, ‘I told you he was gorgeous’ and Katie cocked her head as if she never doubted Nicole’s taste in handsome young Frenchmen.
“My mother is on her way back from Paris,” Jean-Paul said. “I told her what happened and she was extremely annoyed. I forgot the gates were being repaired today so the little device I carry to open them did not work and bang, a written-off scooter and a broken arm.”
He turned to Nicole wanting her to be impressed as he explained, “Usually I point it as I zoom up on my scooter and the gates open just enough for me to zigzag through…” His voice tailed off when he saw the expression on Jack’s face and realized he had said a little too much. Nicole turned and winked at her father.
“And how did your father react?” Jack asked.
“He is dead, Monsieur Jack,” Jean-Paul said. “He was a colonel in the Forces armées françaises and died in central Africa seven years ago leading a peacekeeping mission.”
“I’m sorry,” said Jack, wondering how the countess had managed to run the estate and raise her son.
“Please, Monsieur Jack, would it be possible…when I can leave…my mother said it would be alright…would you and Nicole and Katie have dinner with us? We both want to thank you, and my darling angel especially, for looking after me.” Jean-Paul paused, his eyes meeting Nicole’s as he said dramatically, “I could have died if you had not rescued me.”
Katie heaved a huge romantic sigh at the pleading note in Jean-Paul’s voice and slid her hand under the hem of his gown, moving her fingers up the young Frenchman’s thigh until she closed them round the bulge of his balls. At the same time, Nicole looked at her father and said softly, “Can I? Please, Daddy, I want to so much.”
Jack’s eyes met Jean-Paul’s as he said, “Go on then,” and he stood up and walked across to lean against the window, withdrawing without leaving the room and alerting the nurses.
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