Chapter 8

When I opened the door, I was looking into the cool, limpid and sensual face of one of the most beautiful young women I had ever seen. She was gorgeously tall and attractive, with large breasts and a very lovely rounded ass that was large enough so she would never need a cushion for positioning herself. I knew she must be over five feet six. She was dressed in a short, but not mini, skirt that clung to her hips and buttocks so tightly that the undercrease of her thighs were contoured briefly.

She was dressed nicely-the blouse a white linen type, fairly sheer and unable to hide the upper cleavage and mounds of her luscious breasts, that were encased in a sort of demibra ... a French bra. "French!" I silently exclaimed to myself as we continued to stare at one another and a slight smile began to play over her moist lips.

"You ... you must be Annette Jourdon!" I exclaimed, mispronouncing her last name, as I saw her cab driver bring three huge suitcases up to the front steps and set them down. 'You ... you're our new maid! From Paris! Oh, please do come in, Annette. Do you have a lot of other luggage?"

"The rest come by boat ... two weeks," she replied, smiling warmly as she paid the cab driver and tipped him handsomely.

I grabbed one of Annette's suitcases, which turned out to be quite heavy. But Annette picked up the other two like she was used to weightlifting and followed me out to her nicely furnished, three-room maid's house on the beach side of the mansion. Her voice was soft and emotion-filled, her French accent heavy, her command of English not yet perfected.

Annette was going to be a strong character for us to contend with. I could tell that by her smile and the way she looked at me, almost as if to say, "I think you like me, American girl. I think you like my body. I think ... if you are good to me ... I may let you see my pussy."

I was aware that I must have had the feeling that Bobby did when I had seduced him (or he had helped me seduce him) only a few hours earlier. I was very definitely attracted to Annette sexually from the first moment I saw her. She was a big woman, but with such arousing body contours, and such an erotic smile and general look about her face. I realized that I had hardly spoken a single sentence to her, just as we put the bags down on the small front porch of her cottage.

"I'm terribly sorry to be so rude," I said, looking at the teasing smile that played across her full lips. "My name is Connie ... Connie Barkley. My hus band's name is Greg. The rest of the family's last name is Wilson. My sister Viclde is almost eighteen. My sister Melody is almost sixteen, but looks about thirteen. And my brother Bobby is fourteen. My mother and father live with us too."

"I am pleased that you are so ... so complete to let me know names of your family," Annette said, her English coming out slowly. "But it is true that Al ... Mr. Albert Wallace, he has tell me much about you when I was last see him in Paris only some months ago. I think I will like myself to be here in my own little house by the sea."

"Oh ... I forgot," I apologized, asking her to take her foot off the doormat, which I lifted to gain access to the key. "This is your key, Annette. It fits both the front and back door as well as the storage closet in your cottage. It'll be awfully hot in here now with everything closed up so long, but you have an airconditioner in each room. I'll turn them on and we'll be cool in no time. I'll help you unpack ... if you want me to...."

Something seemed to click in Annette's mind, the moment I had made the last statement. In Europe, there was a vast distance between domestic servants and their employers. A member of the family would hardly offer to help the maid to unpack her things. I realized right then that I did not look on Annette as a maid. In fact, from that moment Al Wallace had told us about having a French maid that night we made the deal, I had a very intrigued attitude toward the, as yet, invisible "French maid." He had described her as a sexually attractive person, almost admitting that he had been intimate with her when she cleaned the room at his favorite Paris hotel.

No wonder I was able to only see the magnetic and dynamic sexual appeal of the twenty-three-year-old French girl. I had always thought of her as a potential sex partner. And Al had intimated that she might participate in our orgies; not in so many words, but in the way he described her and told us about her.

I found myself holding the screen door open for Annette to precede me into the cottage. I had fumblingly said something like, "You've got the two suitcases to carry ... you go ahead." and she had said something nice to me in French. But it still made me realize that Annette was also aware of my feelings and attitude toward her. I had the feeling that she was enjoying my clumsiness immensely!

"Oh, it's stifling ... uh, hot in here," I said, trying my best to keep my poise and not stumble around with my speech, knowing I should use more basic words that she would more easily understand. "I'll turn on the air-conditioner in here first, then we'll go over to the kitchen and turn that one on ... and then take your things into the bedroom to unpack and turn on the one in there."

"Oh! So nice! Oui!" Annette said with a happy French giggle as she held her hand up and felt the cold air flowing out almost immediately. "Ah, so much luxury ... and for a mere maid! Such nice furniture. Ah, the couch, the tables, chairs, my very pretty dining room just like Al promise me ... "

As she talked on, she also followed me around the small cottage. The American things were so new and unusual to her. She couldn't have done the simple task of turning on an air-conditioner by herself, because she had never seen room-sized air-conditioners before. I had all three of them on "constant run" to start with, but showed her how she should turn them down and let the thermostats take over to provide about a 68 or 72 temperature.

Annette had met her match. There as no doubt in my mind that she probably fucked and sucked off every promising American she could while she was a hotel maid in Paris. But there was so much to learn, so many little, but (to her) important details about American living, that she would be dependent on me ... for a while.

I told her not to worry about her work then, but to get unpacked and comfortable first. I also said to Annette, "I'm the only one here for the next hour or so. The rest of the family is in Miami buying clothes and things, and Bobby's having supper with a friend, I think."

"So ... so much has changed my life!" Annette exclaimed, slapping her hand to her forehead as she sat down on the side of the bed. "Twenty hours ago ... never had it been for me to be ever out of France. Now ... I am here! I am in America! I am in the beautiful Florida beaches. And...."

"Annette?" I asked, making her look directly at me, "Do you ... like me?"

"Oh, very much, Connie ... or, Mrs. Barkley ... which should I call you?"

"Mrs. Barkley ... for right now ... but only when the others are around," I told her, glorying at the ease with which she started to undress. "Pretty soon ... we'll all be on a first name basis, but ... we also know our place. We have to put on a ... a hypocritical front. Do you understand what I mean, Annette?"

"Yes ... I think so," she replied, pulling off her blouse and letting her skirt drop to the floor. 'We have a little private sex machine on the estate here, oui? But to all people else, it is a very respectable family with a very nice and proper French maid. Is this not correct, Connie ... cherie?"

"This may be your first time in America, Annette," I told her with an admiring smile and probing look at her body, "but you can catch on to things pretty well. And what a figure you havel No wonder Al was so anxious to have you here."

The tall, full-bodied French girl provocatively posed for me. She had on only the half-bra, garter belt, stockings, and high-heel shoes. My compliment was all she needed to show how proud she was of her body. The majestic qualities seemed to enhance her sexiness. The shape of her legs and thighs were perfect for her size. And the breasts, ready to burst out of their semi-confinement, made me want to take off her bra and suck and love them that very moment.

"Oh-ha!" she exclaimed, laughing as she unhooked the bra in front and let it all hang out. "You like the big tee-tees, oui? That was the first thing Al want to play with when I was clean his room in hotel. He gave me one hundred francs. I take out my tee-tees and he play with them and suck like a little baby. And ... he suck my pussy too."

"Do you ever have women guests at the hotel who want to ... to have sex with you?" I asked, rubbing my thighs together so obviously that she looked at my crotch and smiled, "Oh, many times. It is good I am bisexual. I make a pretend to not be interested at the first times, but I let them seduce me ... hal You, too, have a nice body. Tell me, Connie? Do you like my breasts?"

"They're magnificent!" I told her excitedly. So big and round ... such lovely nipples. Things happen ... pretty fast sometimes. Did you know that I am bisexual too?"

"But, of course!" she exclaimed, laughing at me again. "I will be honest, Connie. I am teasing you. For me it is very exciting too, that you like my body and you are hot. Would you ... take off your clothes for me?"

I did not need to say anything. I stood up and removed my two pieces of clothing in no more than thirty seconds. I faced her completely naked, but she was still wearing her stockings, garter belt and shoes. In back of her was the big full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom. I could see myself naked, a beautifully sexy view of her from the rear, plus the real Annette from the front.

"Connie ... you are like me so sexy," she said. "And you make a juice in your pussy already. I see the wet on the lips and hairs. Connie ... many Americans in the the hotel, they say they want to 'French' me. Now ... I want to French you. My own special pleasure are girls like you ... even younger.

"Honey, darling!" I exclaimed, jumping up on the bed and playing with myself shamelessly. "Do me! French me! Suck it! Eat my pussy...."

I watched, both right there and the view from the mirror, as she crawled up to me on the bed. In the mirror, I could see the naked, white beauty of her protruding and large buttocks, the cheeks almost parted because of the position she was in momentarily. I spread my legs and she deftly parted my cunt lips.

T have not had such a wonderful pussy since years, Connie," she said, looking up at me very seriously. "I will want to lick it and suck it a very long time."

Immediately, she lowered her face and the feel of her tongue hit my clit like a bolt of lightning! She liked to eat me so much and make such pleasing sounds and gurgles, that the mere knowing of how she was enjoying me, increased my passion. I had at least three or four orgasms within the first ten minutes. I was squirming, twisting, rolling my hips, raising my ass. I was so hot I had to eat her too! I had to!

"Annette! Annette!" I called out, almost crying I was so desperate. "Do you ... understand sixty-nine? I want to suck you too."

"Mm-mm ... ummh!" was all I got from her, but she did understand.

Without some part of her lips or tongue ever leaving my pussy, Annette managed to get herself turned around so her crotch was finally hovering over my head and we were in a perfect sixty-nine position.

I sometimes overuse superlatives, but I am being completely honest when I say that Annette has the most beautiful and sexiest pussy that I have ever seen! I couldn't help but just look at it first. Her dark cunt hairs formed a lovely triangle, although her patch was small for her size. Around the lips of her cunt, the formation of hairs was as perfect as the manicured lawn of a golf course around a sand trap.

Her lips were moist, but closed. I used my finger to gently part them and savor the odor of her femininity that greeted me. Some of her secretions dripped on my chin and I greedily licked up the sex juices. When I pulled the lips farther apart, I could see the inner lips, red and swollen, seeming to pulse almost like an enraged cock. I could also see the entrance to her vagina, which would contract and then open in a tempo with her delightfully languorous sucking and licking of my clit.

But Annette's clit was what amazed me! When excited, it was almost as thick as a pencil and protruded, like a doll's cock. When I licked up to it with my tongue and sucked in between my lips, she began to move her hips and grunt and moan in orgasm. In order to keep her pussy in place, I threw both arms around the firm, full buttocks and heh her.

My hands immediately went to the crease between her cheeks and I pulled the mighty globes apart. I let go of her throbbing clit long enough to pull back my head and look. Her crease flesh was as soft and beautiful as the rest of her, interrupted only by a very large and appealing asshole! I put a finger to it and began to probe, discovering that two fingers slipped through with the greatest of ease. I was then that I had the idea of Greg fucking her ass.

I knew it could be done. The violently sexy way she responded with her bodily movement as probed her anus, plus the ease with which it openet up, made me realize that ass-fucking was somethin! to which she responded greatly. By moving my hea( a little, I managed to lick the rim of it, and she hat two orgasms right together.

Her buttocks were gently kneaded and fondled by my hands, as I licked back down to her open cunt and took each inner hp, one at a time, into m mouth for a thorough sucking. I have never known a female whose inner lips could swell and stiffen so much when excited. After that, I took her clit between my lips and began to suck and tongue it furiously.

"Oh, Mem Dieu!" she cried out, taking her mouth away from me for just a moment. "You are crazy with sex like I am too, Connie. I can not get enough. I love your pussy and to feel tee-tees on your body ... mine on yours. I suck you more...."

At that moment, the door opened and Mom stood there watching us. Annette did not panic, but kept her face from my pussy as she tried to get a look at her. I took my mouth away from her crotch, but we stayed in position. I wasn't about to let her go, no matter what.

"This is Annette, Mother," I called out to Mom. "She just arrived. Annette ... my sexy mother!"

"I love you daughter's pussy, Mrs. Wilson," Annette said huskily. "You, too, have nice figure. Come join with us, please. I want to give my body to everyone. We can make names later...."

Mom left the cottage and both Annette and I began to lick and suck each others' pussies again with even greater vigorousness. We knew that we would not be alone for many more minutes, and we had no idea of the opportunities we would have for private sex sessions later. It was obvious that we both had a strong, very strong sexual attraction for each other. And at that moment, we did not even bother about the fact that such a personal association could later make us bitter enemies through jealousy and envy.

"Damn you, Connie!" Vickie cursed me as she entered the room, taking off a terry cloth robe to reveal the full nakedness of her voluptuous body.

"You promised Mom she could have Annette first ... or that I could!"

I snapped my fingers a little angrily at Vickie and gestured for her to come around toward where my face was. I pulled back my head and showed her the sexual super qualities of Annette's dripping cunt and perfectly formed anus. In a second, Vickie was in a position so she could suck and lick from Annette's clit to her asshole, while I gave my sister orgasms by fingerfucking her.

Mom and Dad walked in with their swimsuits on, but immediately took them off. They both knelt by Annette's face, kissing her and licking my ass, and saying a few things to her. I signaled to Dad and told Vickie to move away a moment. She went down and joined Mom, then both of them began to lick and mouth up the sides of Annette's twitching, sensitive body.

I spread Annette's cheeks and put my finger in her asshole, then went back to sucking her clit. Dad got the message and was in position, straddled over me, with his cock just touching Annette's anus. My view was perfect. He started to ease it in very slowly, but found that it wasn't necessary. With hardly any lubrication, other than that from my mouth and the saliva and her own cunt juices that I brought with it, Dad's cock slipped all the way in right away!

Certainly, I thought excitedly, Greg could get his huge cock in there too. And I wanted to be in the same position I was right then. Vickie was down licking my pussy and trading kisses with Annette when Bobby and Melody came in with no clothes on. The two kids were amazed! Bobby's little cock started to rise immediately and he pushed Melody gently to the floor and clumsily put his cock in her and began to fuck. The rest realized I had seduced him, but Mom was not angry about my breaking my promise to her.

Annette was overawed at their youth and daring, and the two of them were extremely excited just by watching us all on the bed. Bobby lasted all of one minute before he shot off in Melody, and I just hoped that Mom had her on the pill.

"Damn, what an ass! What an ass! I'm coming!" Dad cried out.

I looked up just in time to see him give the last thrust, and when he finally pulled it out, my face was covered with his come. I licked off a lot of it, then Vickie was there and greedily licked off the rest as we kissed and tongued.

"Oh! Mon Dieu! Impossible!" Annette screamed after taking her mouth and head away from my pussy.

I strained my head to look, although I had guessed already at the cause of her outburst. And I was right. My conceited husband had just walked in naked fondling his huge cock which was fully hard. I got a glimpse through the crease of Annette's buttock's of Greg walking up and placing it over her face. At once, Annette's tongue was lapping and licking it as if she were starved! Greg also bent it down so that she could suck the head and tongue his slit.

Greg crawled up on the bed and put his cock right into me, as Annette continued to lick the root of it, his balls and then back to his asshole, which made Greg cry out in ecstasy. I kept motioning to him to come back where my face was. Finally, I kept pointing to Annette's ass, then pulled the cheeks apart so Greg could see the size of her anus by leaning over.

She was so relaxed in her anus I had no trouble at ah in putting one finger from each hand into her opening, and then pulling it apart. With that, Greg immediately understood and removed his cock from my pussy and a ball from Annette's mouth.

Melody was quite interested in everything (she had become quite a sexpot), and was sucking on Dad's limp cock, while Mom ate her, and continued to feel around my pussy, letting Annette's tongue lick all around and over it. And Annette was quite relaxed and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, until she felt the bed give as my muscleman husband came up and straddled my face and pushed the head of his cock in her asshole.

"No! Nol He weel keel me!" Annette screamed. "Do not let him! do not let him!"

Her screams were ignored, and as long as Greg just probed around easily in the well-lubricated crater, Annette was quiet. She also had something new to attract her attention. Bobby had crawled up over her and she was licking and sucking his little penis and balls with loud, liquid noises, her hands grasping his buttocks. And then Melody left Dad with a hard cock and arranged herself so her pussy was also close to Annette's face. I knew about the French girl's obsession for young girls, so I felt that would detract her too.

Dad came up to where Greg and I were. I reached out to masturbate his cock gently as he crawled up on the bed on his knees. He whispered to me, "Aim it right over those beautiful ass cheeks of that French girl, Connie. I want to come all over those globes and then Vickie can lick it up.

Suddenly, there was a movement, a thrust by Greg's cock. Annette screamed and cried out, but Greg said he would not put it in all the way, and promised to come quickly. I looked up at his mighty cock as it disappeared into her rectum, then seemed to pull out a portion of her inner flesh with its tightness.

Greg realized the limitations and began to thrust easily, no more than an inch or two. He then began cry out in tempo with an equally wanton outburst from Annette, and the come began to ooze all over my face as I quickly jacked off Dad and watched his cream shoot onto both cheeks of Annette's voluptuously oversized ass.

I was coming again too. I think we all were coming. Vickie and Mom and Melody almost fought with each other in licking the cream from my face and Annette's ass. It was probably the greatest introduction she had ever received in her life!

And that was only the beginning.