Chapter 1
Raul Le Plaise lay back on the couch in his comfortable cabin atop the rise overlooking the lake. His compact, wiry body, just undex' six feet, seemed relaxed, but his dark, ruggedly good-looking Gallic features were tense as he kept adding to the pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray.
Typically, he had sex on his mind. He was thinking of sex. His loins tingled at the thought of his big, hard cock working away in a hot, slick cunt.
He couldn't help thinking of his old amour, Denise, up here. Five years ago, their yearning bodies had often sought the lonely seclusion of the wooded Lake road. He still remembered the startling whiteness of her lush, curved young, but large titties, the creamy feel of her naked thighs as they embraced in his car.
He stroked her honey-colored hair, kissed her lovely face and cupped her softly yielding breasts. Her deep-pink nipples responded to his caressing fingers, erecting excitedly until he felt their hardness against his palms. Denise sighed delightedly as she felt his lips close over her nipples, jutting lusciousness. As Raul continued to mouth her nipples and teats, the whiteness of her thighs and belly shimmered as they undulated with desire. His lips went to her belly, and she heaved it gently as his tongue darted into the sensitive nook of her navel, then lower, where he mashed his mouth to her cunt, the crinkly hairs of her pussy tickling delightfully.
Denise's hands boldly reached to his loins, unzipped him, and fondled his rousing, lusting prick which throbbed in hot hardness beneath her fingers. She raised her body from the seat for a moment, and as Raul moved away from the wheel she straddled his loins. In a moment, she guided his eager lust to the moist, velvety welcome of her womanhood. He cupped her enticing buttock cheeks as she began a churning, rising, falling grind with her thighs. She whimpered at the thrill of his furiously thrusting cock as she met every passionate lunge of his surging prick.
Her whimpering took on a higher note as her belly and buttocks first, and then her whole body were overwhelmed by erratic spasms, centered around the hot core of his humping penis.
"You've sent me, Larry. Oh, lover, you're wonderful." she screamed in complete soaring abandonment to peak ecstasy.
His loins flung into a final lunge, and every muscle in his torso quivered at the whitehot fountains of joy that surged him aloft to join her bliss.
"I'm your woman," she had whispered in his embrace, as his lava-like sperm burst from his cunt-encased prick to spurt in urgent and intense flood inside her spasming pussy.
A woman.
If he had a woman right now, that would relax him. Avd now that the thought had occurred to him, his need grew like an ache in his gut, a fever in his blood. His balls throbbed dully in need to spill their accumulated love-juices.
It had been...What? Nearly two weeks since he'd so much as felt a woman. And that was a long time on any man's calendar.
And there was Denise, just down in the Village...
He wrenched his thoughts away from Denise and her burning, dark-bushed cunny.
Gaby...That was the piece to think about. It brought a quick grin of pleasure to his face, a good, spreading warmth to his already aroused dong.
After all, she had been the last one he'd been plowing into, belly to belly, prick inside pussy, creaming her vaginal walls with his discharge. Ar:d she was supposed to be in the car he was expecting.
Supposed to be? She had damned well better be in that car.
He grinned again as he thought of Gaby. He took a strong pull of his drink, then leaned back and let his imagination and memory bring her image waltzing across his mind-screen. Actually, little imagination was required. The memory alone was vivid and exciting.
A swinger: a real swinging hot-assed piece. Tall, voluptuous, with long blonde hair. She had been, variously, a Paris dancing girl, a stripper, and when he met her, a topless waitress in one of the bistros.
And did she ever have the tits for it.
Raul had been alone at a small table with his drink. He had grown bored with all those bare bubbies swinging free in the smoke filled air. After all, enough was enough. Now if they were all stretched out flat on their backs and a man could run through them barefoot, that would be something else.
He grinned faintly at the thought of mashing and flattening all those soft knockers, and gazed thoughtfully down into his drink. His mind was again absorbed with the plan he and Roger Lesseps were working on.
And then two globes of tit, huge and white and pink-tipped and luscious, swung back and forth before his face. He glanced up into a pair of sparkling black eyes as Gaby said, "A fresh drink, sir?"
Every time he saw her after that, he felt renewed awe at the size of her magnificent breasts. It seemed impossible that she could carry them around without becoming stoopshouldered. And how did she find sweaters to fit over those huge bouncing bosoms?
The last time -the time Raul was thinking of now -had been in his hotel room in Paris. And she had been mother naked. She hadn't been when she came to the room, of course, but that had been remedied in short order.
Besides, if he intended to pass the time dredging up pleasant memories, why not get right down to the good part? Not that a strip tease -and that was what undressing always amounted to with Gaby if a man was within viewing range -wasn't fine, stimulating and all that, but what came afterward was much, much better...
Raul had lain naked on the hotel bed and watched Gaby approach. Her marvelous teats, her agitated breathing. Her full hips swayed to and fro, and her thighs quivered as though they already cradled him in passion.
Gaby had a habit of dyeing her hair a different color from week to week. That week she was a blonde, and there was no doubt it was her natural state. There was incontrovertible evidence of that, from his tongue on her pussy, framed by her bush.
It was enough to send a prick into eruption just looking at her.
Gaby's talents as a stripper or as a waitress weren't the best, but she had one indisputable talent. She had a talent for fucking.
And she also had an appetite for kissing and lapping the old shaft.
The two weeks he'd known her up to then, had made Raul well acquainted with that appetite. Time and again she would put her lips to his peter and her tongue would ream his dick head, then she would engulf his throbbing tool in her mouth and he would come in it.
She stopped when her knees touched the bed, those delectable boobs rising sheer above him like cherry-topped mountains. She said. "You're leaving soon, Cherie?"
"I'm leaving tonight. After I get a little sleep."
"Then we have a lot of catching up beforehand."
"You're coming up with Roger."
"I know, hon, but that's nearly two whole weeks away. That's a long time for a girl to go without a fuck."
He felt like telling her to find a substitute cock while he was gone, but he didn't. If she wanted to be faithful, why should he discourage her? He doubted that she would be. He was sure she meant it at the moment, but two weeks was a long time for Gaby to control that itch of hers.
"Tired, doll?" she asked throatily.
"A little," he said, and cursed himself for the defensive note in his voice.
"Don't worry, baby. Gaby'll fix everything. That's me: Little Miss Fix-It."
She got onto the bed, on her knees beside him. One breast swung toward his face, and he ducked instinctively. "Watch it, Gaby, those objects are as lethal as cannons."
"Don't worry, monchere, I'm not going to knock you out. Not just yet. Her open mouth descended on his. Her tongue seared his mouth like a lick of flame, and she closed her lips tight around his, creating an effective vacuum, and kissed with a vampire's greed. Meanwhile, her skilled fingers moved on him as light as feathers, stroking, coaxing, teasing.
Just when he felt he was in danger of fainting dead away from lack of air, she took her mouth away and moved down, pausing to kiss at the pulse base of his throat. Then she moved to his nipples, laving them eagerly.
She was good. She was damned good. He had known that, of course, but now she was giving him fresh evidence.
He tensed as he felt something slick and hard at his navel. He raised his head, twisted a little so he could see past hers.
One erect nipple was exploring his navel like a curious finger.
She looked up at him, laughing. "Am I a good worker, cheri?"
"You're good, Gaby."
"And I'm a femme who loves her work."
She moved on, and Raul let his head fall back to the pillow. He savored the sensations her lips and tongue and hands were arousing on his erectile, throbbing peter. He was not nearly so tired as he had been.
He raised his head again and watched her darting and bobbing here and there like a feeding bird. He watched with detached, almost clinical interest as her tongue and lips left a wet trail on the head of the gleaming cock, down the stiff length of his tool to his balls.
Then he gasped aloud as an exquisite thrill took firm hold of him. His interest was no longer clinical. His head slammed back into the pillow, his fingers clawed at the sheet. What she was doing had maximum impact on him.
He groaned aloud. It was all he could do to keep from moving. Then, suddenly, he was moving. He kept pumping his stiff cock in and out of her hot mouth.
Her weight was cushioned on her breasts, which were mashed as flat as possible on his legs. He could feel a taut, throbbing nipple boring into each thigh.
He held on for a moment...another..but it couldn't last. It had to end. And it would, unless...
"All right. Enough, enough."
Her face came back into view, gliding toward his. Her eyes burned with lust, and she was breathing heavily through parted lips.
He reached up to grasp her shoulders, preparatory to flipping her onto her back.
She pushed his hands away. "Didn't I tell you I'd do the work, mon petit? Consider it a going-away present."
Her thighs straddled his, a knee on each side of him. She lowered her opened cunt lips toward his upthrusting root, slowly... slowly...And then not so slowly. Or maybe it was slow. He was beyond being able to judge.
Whatever the tempo, he was abruptly embraced by utter bliss. Then she was falling toward him, and he braced himself for the impact. At the last moment she caught herself, with a palm on each side of his head. Now her own head went far back, the neck tendons standing out, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. On her face was a look of blind ecstasy, as her hot pussy-sheath sank down around his throbbing dong. When her cunt had engulfed his whole prick, the vaginal walls began to grasp and squeeze the rigid dick.
She knew all the moves in the book. She knew some that weren't in the book. She brought muscles into play that Raul hadn't known existed.
All that was required of him was that he lie there and enjoy. And she was something to enjoy. Her breasts swung wildly before his face. Her shoulders jerked, her hips drove at him with a rhythm that grew more frenzied with each surge. Now her hands fastened on his shoulders, her fingers digging in like talons.
Her earlier love play had brought Raul close to the finish a couple of times. Now he felt himself approaching it again.
He reached and filled his hands with the pulsing flesh of her juicy buttocks. He kneaded them. Each time, he brought her crashing against him with still more force. He helped her all he could. Not that she needed help, but he thought he should contribute something.
True, he was, contributing something, he thought, quite a bit of something, but that wasn't what he...
Then all thought ceased for him.
Gaby sensed his prick about to shoot its load and said shrilly, "Not yet, damn you. Not... just...yet." She worked frantically. Then she screamed, "Now...Now."
Larry rose to her, and they crashed. A bomb burst for Gaby, the fragments ripping at his insides. At the same time, Gaby screamed again, and her body convulsed mightily, convulsed again and again in orgasm as his burning come-juices spurted all the way up her pussy. After a time she raised her head and she looked at him, focused on him as though seeing him for the first time in a long while, as the last spurts jetted from his orgasm to add to the flow into and out of her pussy. And that was Gaby.
Raul grunted suddenly, and leaned forward. A dusty sedan was coming up the winding road toward the cabin. It stopped and there were three people in the car.
His mouth curved in a smile of anticipation. It was as he'd expected. Gaby was the first one out, her marvelous titties bouncing freely in the sweater. Raul knew she never wore a brassiere; she told him once that she was proud of nature's gift, so why hide more than the law demanded.
She sprang into his arms, and her lips fastened hungrily on his. His own hunger was strong, but this wasn't the time or the place. He broke the kiss because he felt the stirrings of a hard-on.
She still clung to him. In her hoarse voice she whispered against his ear "Damn. It's been a long two weeks, cheri." He felt the soft pressure of her big teats against his chest.
Gently he moved her aside and advanced toward Roger. The thin, shifty man had entered and taken a position against the wall, his mouse eyes watching. His face elongated and narrow, the pallid skin drawn drumtight over prominent cheekbones.
Roger's small eyes twinkled. "Well, ami, how goes it up here?"
Striving to disguise the genuine affection he had for this man, Raul growled. "You're a half-day late."
Roger gestured grandly. "Sightseeing, son, like a tourist. This is awesome country."
Raul glanced past Roger's shoulder.
"Forgive my bad manners." Roger said, turning. "This is our newest recruit ^ the last member of our little quartet. Paul Lamar. This is Raul LePlaise, Paul, our commander-in-chief."
Lamar took a step forward and held out his hand. "How do, boss man." His voice was flat, colorless.
Raul's nostrils detected the unmistakable odor of marijuana. A weedhead. A shiver of apprehension shook him, and he whirled on Roger. "I want a word with you. Alone."
Roger nodded amiably, speaking with unfailing cheerfulness, "Excuse us, my children."
He followed Raul to the next room, one of the two bedrooms in the cabin. Raul slammed the door behind them, then spun around with a scowl.
"Just where the hell did you dig that goon up?"
"Paul?" Roger's eyebrows and shoulders climbed. "You said to get an experienced heister, a man who could use a gun..."
"But not a weedhead. Roger, you know how important this is to me..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "If this goon fouls it up, I'll hold you personally responsible."
"My body, it's important to me, too. Since when hasn't a split of nearly a million francs been important to me? Trust me, my friend." He made soothing gestures with his plump hands. "Trust me to handle Paul."
"But he's so damned thin, for one thing. He'll be easy to identify."
"Even so." Roger shrugged. "Even so. We stuff him a little, like Santa Claus. It'll be even better that way, don't you see?"
Raul slowly nodded his head in reluctant assent to the older man's reasoning. He generally trusted his older, more experienced judgment but in Lamar's case he felt serious forebodings.
"Okay, Roger, he stays,on your say so. But this job has got to be smooth all the way. You better warn him that at the first sign of rough stuff he's out," he said grimly.
"I'll keep him in hand, Roger replied.
Raul still wasn't happy with Paul's presence, but he was on the premises already. Besides, there were other matters clamoring for his attention. Such as the alluring spectacular appeal of Gaby's big breasts beneath her sweater. Two glowing areas on his chest still were thrilling to the delightful feel of her twin beauties as she had pressed them against him in welcome, to say nothing of that thrilling bush, surrounding a hot, tight cunt between her gorgeous gams. With Gaby's pussy within easy prick reach, he could put up with a hell of a lot of other kinds of fucking around.