*
Jack left Valerie sitting on a sun-lounger by the pool chatting to the girls and Jean-Paul. Her mons was covered by the tiniest of thongs and her creamy-white breasts were bared and slathered in sun cream, which didn’t deter Jack from kissing her mouth and then spending a few moments sucking and biting her nipples to ensure her cunt stayed creamy until he returned. He had no doubt if she got horny Nicole and Katie would more than satisfy her needs, but he was looking forward to another marathon sex session as soon as they finished lunch.
Having to buy the ingredients for lunch was the excuse he gave Valerie to enable him to visit the offices of his lawyer, Maître Gilet.
“Do you know about Madame de Montravigne’s case, Monsieur Gilet?” Jack asked, taking the coffee the lawyer’s attractive secretary handed him.
“Yes, assuredly,” the lawyer said, casting an admiring glance at the girl’s bouncy asscheeks as she closed the door. “What her late husband’s family is trying to do is not popular with the legal community. It is not characteristic of the French generosity of spirit: her husband was a war hero and we believe Madame de Montravigne should not be harassed in this way. But unfortunately there is no doubt the family have a watertight case in law and as soon as the proceedings are concluded at the Appeal Court in Paris the comtesse will have to vacate the chateau so it can be sold.”
“Are they not concerned about bad publicity?” Jack asked. “I understand from my daughter that Madame’s son Jean-Paul has been accepted for the French Olympic bobsleigh team. Won’t that mean the media will find out about what’s happening?”
“Ah, Jack, I’m afraid you underestimate the power of the press. This is not England. In France there is an unwritten code that personal lives are exactly that. Which famous person is having an affair with someone’s wife or which family is squabbling over property or possessions is rarely publicized. I cannot claim the French public is not interested, crimes of passion are a staple of every newspaper and TV news bulletin, but this is not true of family matters. Perhaps media proprietors are concerned the spotlight might turn on them?”
Jack smiled. This was as true in England as it was in France. He stood up and extended his hand to the lawyer who shook it and saw him to the door.
“Valerie de Montravigne is a most beautiful woman,” Monsieur Gilet said. “I have often wondered if there was a pretext I could create for calling on her but, alas, I did not wish to raise her hopes I could give her legal assistance and she has a reputation for being cool, even brusque with men she encounters. I have to admit to being surprised she does not seem to have been that way with you…” The lawyer’s eyes met Jack’s.
“Thank you for your help, Monsieur Gilet,” Jack said, smiling as his lawyer signaled to his secretary to come into his office. Standing on the street looking through his shopping list for where to go first, Jack wondered if he and his lawyer shared the soaring of their libidos at the sight of beautiful woman’s curvy bottom and he could well understand if the lawyer was at that moment enjoying the sexual charms of his beautiful secretary.
As he walked through the market Jack found himself preoccupied. The woman he had fucked so energetically since the previous evening was anything but cool and brusque. She was hot and sensual, vocal in her pleasure when his cock was sliding deep into the walls of her pussy, smoky eyed with desire when he filled her bowels with his creamy cum. Nothing he had done to her had she objected to, not even when he made her suck his cock as she defecated, nor when he spurted hot piss in her rectum. She had been as enthusiastic a lover as Nicole with the added frisson he had taught Nicole to lose her inhibitions over time where Valerie appeared not to have any at all. Or at least none with him.
And then Jack suddenly stopped still, oblivious to where he was and what he was supposed to be doing. Was Valerie’s heart as engaged as her body when she was making love with him…? And, for that matter, was his? Jack decided a detour to a florist and a jeweler was in order.
*
Valerie was dozing in the sun when Jack returned to the farmhouse, a big umbrella covering her upper body to shield her from the sun’s heat. He saw Nicole had left him a note saying she and Katie had gone exploring the countryside with Jean-Paul and Zidi and would be back in time for dinner. Jack wondered how much actual walking would be involved when the two couples succumbed to lust but then as he had every intention of doing the same thing with his extremely willing new lover he could hardly blame them.
Changing into his swimming trunks, Jack walked out to the poolside carrying his gifts. He had thought to wake Valerie and offer lunch but the sight of her lying with one leg turned to the side, now minus the thong, meant her pussylips, pink, glistening with her cream, were too enticing to resist. Jack was already addicted to the taste of her cunt honey and he kicked off his sandals and padded toward her as silently as he could. Then he knelt so his head was level with her sex.
Jack inhaled the sweet scent and dipped his tongue very gently into the liquid oozing from her opening. There was a salty tang of cum in the creaminess and his cock surged to full hardness as he wondered if Zidi had fucked her or, more excitingly, Jean-Paul. But the taste was too faint for it to be recent and he guessed it was from when he fucked her hard on the kitchen table after breakfast.
The bud of Valerie’s clit rose up from its protective hood and Jack closed his lips over it like a tiny cock he ached to fellate. Valerie stirred to spread her knees further apart but did not wake: was she dreaming he was licking her cunt and made it easier for him? Jack’s hunger made him go for broke and he slid his hands under her thighs so he could use his fingers to pull her cuntlips open, fully exposing her clit to his lips and tongue. He lapped and licked her from asshole to clit, back and forth, pausing to suck the delicious fresh cream flowing from her cunt into his mouth, savoring the rich flavor as salty liquid flowed to the back of his throat, each pass of his tongue over her silken walls encouraging her cunt to produce more.
Jack knew Valerie was awake when he heard he make a purr of pleasure deep in her chest, her fingers twining in his hair pressing his mouth against her clit. He responded by closing his teeth over the sensitive bud and biting very gently: Valerie bucked and a fresh flow of honey gushed from her pussy which Jack pressed his face into, covering his cheeks, his mouth, his chin with the thick liquid and then using it as a lubricant to push her buttocks apart, his tongue relentless in prizing open the tight bud of her anus, his tongue forcing its way into her rectum. The salt tang of his cum filled his mouth once more, stronger flavored from having been deposited in her bowels, making Jack so aroused he felt as if he could climax without even touching his cock.
The same excitement obviously gripped Valerie. She arched her hips off the sun-lounger, working Jack’s tongue into her greedy backside, the rush of her climax so intense he heard her gasping for breath, her fingers tightening on his head. A moment later she cried out loud, bucking and shuddering in orgasm and Jack was rewarded with a flood of her hot cunt cream flowing down over his face, buried deep in the furrow of her buttocks.
“Ah, Mon Dieu, Jack,” Valerie breathed. “That was utter heaven, my darling. Now come here, cheri, I want to taste myself on your lips.”
Jack did as he was instructed, standing to bend over her, his lips meeting hers in an ardent kiss, a kiss which she broke off when she reached for the waistband of his swim trunks and pulled them down to bare his cock, long and hard, quivering with the intensity of his arousal. Her mouth opened and her lips sought the tip: he gave it to her followed by inch after inch of the shaft until her nose was pressed against his stomach, the full length of his prick buried in her throat.
It took no more than three or four shallow thrusts of his hips for the tightness of her lips, the slippery saliva coating his cock and the heavenly suction she was applying to work its magic and he flooded her mouth with his cum, so much sperm surging from his overfull balls it escaped the corners of her mouth and dripped from her chin onto the slopes of her breasts, a necklace of sperm that looked beautiful as the heavy droplets dribbled down her soft skin.
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