Chapter 8
Niagara Falls!
How corny can you get, Bob had thought when his parents had suggested the traditional locale for his honeymoon with Angelique.
But why not? he had had as a second thought. She would love it. It was probably the most romantic setting there was-commercially so, but women liked that sort of thing.
The train trip from the city to Niagara Falls had passed pleasantly enough. The only thing that had disturbed Bob had been the presence of Philippe.
"What do you want to bring your brother along on our honeymoon for?" Bob had asked.
"Please, darling ... he will be so lonely in New York. He doesn't know anyone there."
Bob could hardly imagine Philippe being lonely for long. Buddy was certainly taken with him.
Bob had his own feelings about that.
But he couldn't discuss them with Angelique. Not Angelique of all people, his own feeling about Philippe were confusing enough to him. Let alone what Buddy had made perfectly obvious.
Anyhow, that was all behind them now.
"Bobby, it is beautiful!" Angelique said as she looked out the hotel room window at the magnificent falls.
"And so are you, my darling," Bob said. "You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world. I am so happy. I will never want anything else so long as I live."
Angelique gave him a curious smile.
"We shall see about that," she said.
"I mean it," Bob said. "You are all any man could ever want."
Angelique gave him that curious smile again and then he kissed her. Long and hard on the mouth. They were standing by the window looking out over the falls. It was a scene right out of some old movie.
"Oh, excuse me," Bob heard the soft accented voice of Philippe.
"Philippe! come in," Angelique said, grabbing Bob by the hand and dragging him across the room to where Philippe was standing.
The young blonde man had just come into the room and looked embarrassed to find his sister and Bob in an intimate moment.
"I hope we can all be friends," Angelique said putting Bob's hand in Philippe's.
"More than friends," Philippe said. "Relatives!"
The three of them laughed.
Bob felt slightly uncomfortable. It was weird having Philippe along on the honeymoon. He had always thought of this as a very private time between two people who had agreed to spend the rest of their lives with one another. The presence of a third person along, even one of whom he was so fond as he was of as Philippe, disturbed him.
But he was always disturbed when Philippe was around. More than disturbed ... troubled by his own feelings. His own thoughts.
"Come!" Angelique said. "Let us go down to the falls. I want to see them close up. I want to feel the mist on my face.! "
There was no resisting her. Whatever she wanted Bob would gladly give her.
They left the room and were soon at the station to enter the falls. Donning the slickers that were given to them there, the three started off towards the sight that generations of honeymooners had enjoyed.
All three of them.
The wedding night is always a traumatic experience. Even for lovers who have known each other for years. Even for lovers who have known the intimacy of one another before the marriage. There is some mystique about it that creates tension.
Bob felt that tension now as he lay on the bed waiting for Angelique to finish her preparations. He could hear her in the bathroom and he was nervous.
"Stupid," he told himself. "Really stupid, to feel nervous about this. I love her. That's all there is to it. This is the beginning of a beautiful life together. Just so we can get through this night with no problems. And what problems could there be? None, that's what."
Still, he felt strange.
Perhaps it was knowing that Philippe was in the next room.
Strange girl he had married.
Insisting that her brother come along on the honeymoon. And then arranging it so that their rooms adjoined. Might be something weird between the two of them, Bob thought.
Perish the thought!
Angelique was a sweet, loving girl. That was all. She felt a sense of responsibility for her beautiful young blonde brother, that was all. That young blonde brother with the terrific ass.
Now, stop that! Bob told himself. Get those thoughts out of your mind.
"Hello, Bobby," he heard her voice.
There she stood.
A magnificent vision in sheer black lace. What an outfit.! bob was overwhelmed by the beauty of his bride. His blonde bride in black lace. Angelique was wearing a floor length black lace creation that could only be described as sensational. It was the sexiest thing that he had ever seen.
"Come here," he said, reaching out his arms for her. He felt the body heat rising up within himself. His cock was inching to hardness as she walked slowly across the room and into his arms.
Angelique allowed herself to be pulled down to the bed beside Bob. She stretched out full length on the fjed, lying close to him as he caressed her through the thin fabric of the beautiful negligee that she was wearing. He could feel the heat of her own body as they blended together, from shoulder to toe.
Bob's dork was hard now. Fully hard. He could feel it stretching against the material of the pajamas that he was wearing.
Silly thing pajamas. He never wore them. But his father had given them to him, insisting that he wear them on his wedding night.
"It's the civilized thing to do," Bob's father had told him. "She will expect it of you."
What Angelique expected was anybody's guess, Bob had wanted to tell his father. He really didn't understand this beautiful French girl he had fallen so madly in love with. All he knew was that she was the hottest fuck that he had ever had. All through his stay in Cannes he had not been able to get enough of her. She had been more than willing too.
That was what bothered him.
Why had she fallen in love with him? He was nothing special.
That's what he'd always thought of himself as anyway. Not special, just average.
Their bodies were blending now through the thin fabric of their garments and Bob could feel the heat emanating from Angelique. She was as hot as he was. He reached for the ribbons that held the thin garment together. He pulled.
It opened.
There was that magnificent body, spreading out on the bed for him, opening the gates of heaven for him.
"Bobby," she whispered. "I want something."
"Anything," he gushed, ripping at his own pajamas, tearing them from his body and throwing them to the floor beside the bed.
"I want Philippe to join us."
Bob froze.
Philippe!
What could she mean?
"I want Philippe to be with us," Angelique said. "Don't you?"
Bob looked deep into her eyes. There was no teasing there. She was deadly serious.
"What do you mean don't I want him too?" Bob asked, pretending to not understand a word she was saying.
"you know very well what I mean, Bobby," Angelique said. "We both know, Philippe and I have known all along."
"Yes," he heard the voice behind him say. "It is true, isn't it?"
Bob whirled from the bed. There was Philippe standing in the doorway to the adjoining room-naked.
Bob could not take his eyes off Philippe. He was gorgeous. A handsome young blonde Frenchman-eighteen years old and hung like a horse.
"Yes," the answer was hardly audible.
Philippe slowly began to cross the room. He walked over to the bed where Bob and Angelique were lying and sank to his knees on the bed beside Bob.
He reached down his hands and took Bob's face in his hands and lifted it upwards as he himself bent forward. the two men's lips met and Bob felt the electric shock shoot through him.
Philippe!
The magnificent young blonde god was kissing him while he lay beside his bride in their honeymoon bed.
This was sick! the thought came to Bob. Sick, but I want it! yes! I want it! I want Philippe!
Bob felt Angelique's hands reach for him. He felt the cool, slender fingers caress his body as Philippe lay down on the bed with them. He felt the hardness of his own cock as he pressed his body to Philippe's.
Angelique moved closer, pressing her body to Bob's also, the three of them pressed together, Bob in the middle.
Bob reached out for Angelique, feeling the roundness of her breasts as Philippe gripped Bob's cock with his hand. The feeling was incredible. Forbidden desire!
Philippe's hand was firm and strong. It encircled the hugeness of Bob's cock as Bob succumbed to the feelings that he had hidden even from himself for so long. He wanted Philippe and he was going to have him. Have him right along with his bride-his magnificent Angelique.
Philippe's naked body pressed into Bob's. He felt the long, thick cock rubbing against his own as Angelique stroked his chest. Her tits were pressed against Bob's back and Bob could feel the electricity that was passing among them. He was overcome with heat.
Angelique moved a leg between the two men, sliding her naked body into the sandwich. Bob felt the softness of the woman and the firmness of the youth against his flesh. It was a terrific feeling-the best of all possible worlds!
Bob's cock was throbbing now. He could feel Philippe's expert manipulations of it as he reached for the blonde boy's cock with his own had. It was hard, long, thick and hard.
Bob loved the feel of the cock in his hand. He wanted more of it-all of it.
Slowly Angelique slipped her body downwards, sliding down in the bed until her face was at Bob's crotch. Philippe moved to the side and Angelique took the head of Bob's prick into her mouth and he felt the lush sweetness of her tongue swashing around the hard, hot head of his cock.
Oh God! Bob thought, this is too much.
Philippe moved up in the bed, moved up and knelt beside Bob's head, his cock hard, jutting forward from his groin.
"Suck it," Angelique said.
Bob couldn't believe that she had said that.
"Suck Philippe's cock," she insisted. "You want it. You've always wanted it. Take it."
His bride was telling him to suck her brother's cock. He could not believe it was happening, but it was and he wanted it, yes! he admitted it! He wanted Philippe's cock in his mouth.
Bob opened his mouth and the cock slid inside. He had Philippe's dick in his mouth. At last!
Angelique sucked on Bob while Bob began to suck on Philippe. It was an incredible menage a trois and Bob was loving it, loving every damned minute of it.
Bob felt the thickness of another man's prick in his mouth for the second time in his life. He had sucked on Buddy at the drunken bachelor party. But this was something else. This was Philippe and it was not a drunken party! It was his wedding night, for Christ's sake!
"Yes, suck it," Philippe moaned. "Suck my cock, Bob, suck it all."
Bob felt the smoothness of Philippe's nuts against his chin as Philippe slipped his meat all the way down Bob's throat. He could hardly believe that he was taking it all, and taking it so easily. The cock was sliding smoothly all the way into his mouth, he was really sucking this great big magnificent cock and Angelique was sucking on his own dick, taking deep, loving strokes of his hot meat while he sucked on her brother's huge tool.
"Take it all, Bob, that's right. Take my cock, take my pretty cock."
Bob did what he was told. He reached up and gripped Philippe's butt and pulled the youth tighter against his face as he buried his nose in Philippe's pubic hair. He smelled the sweetness there, he felt the hot cock sliding into his throat and he knew that he was a cocksucker-and a good one at that.
Angelique was playing with Bob's balls, teasing them with her delicate fingers, lifting the sack that held them and letting it fall back as she stroked his meat wither tongue, sliding her tongue all the way around the great shaft of Bob's cock as Bob licked and sucked on Philippe's big prick.
Philippe pulled back, releasing Bob's hold on it and moved away from the bed.
"Let me see how beautiful you are together," Philippe said.
Angelique squirmed on the bed, moving her body around so that Bob could have access to her snatch with his mouth. She continued to suck on his cock as Bob began to explore her pussy with his tongue.
The ripe, pink lips of her love tunnel parted for his penetration. He could smell the womanliness of her pussy as he slipped his tongue tip inside, tasting the honey that dripped from her as she gripped his cockshaft with her mouth and sucked.
Philippe was enchanted by the sight that greeted him: dark, handsome Bob eating out his sister while Angelique sucked on Bob's huge tool. He knelt beside the bed and slid a hand to Bob's balls which Angelique released for him.
Philippe cupped his hand around the huge balls as Bob sucked on Angelique's sweet pussy, licking and teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. Angelique moved upwards, straddling Bob's face as he thrust his tongue upwards, driving it deep into her passion pit.
Philippe's face slipped down to where his hand had been and he began to lick at Bob's balls with his tongue as Angelique sucked that huge cock that was standing straight up from Bob's groin. Bob spread his legs and Philippe moved in, sliding up the bed between Bob's legs and took his nuts in his mouth and sucked on them.
The sack of balls filled Philippe's mouth as he lay on his stomach, sucking and licking at them, he could feel the rhythm of Angelique's sucking mouth and he knew that Bob was hot.
A finger slipped under Bob's balls and he spread his legs to let it find his ass-hole. Philippe's finger slipped into the tip of the hole and he stretched the tight opening.
Bob squirmed as he felt the penetration. Another man's finger was going into his butt hole. He resisted, but not for long.
Angelique pulled herself up from Bob's face and looked down at her brother sucking on his balls. She watched Philippe's finger sliding in and out of Bob's ass-hole and knew what was to come next.
"Turn over this way," she indicated, pulling Bob onto his side. Bob complied.
Now he was lying on his side and Angelique slipped into place beside him, taking his dick in her hand and guiding it to the hot, pink opening of her hot pussy. She felt the head of Bob's cock slip inside her and opened for him.
Philippe crawled up behind Bob, his hard cock pressing into the crack of Bob's ass. He lubricated himself and pushed.
Bob nearly screamed as he felt the head of Philippe's cock slide into his virgin ass-hole, but he was so hot now that he didn't care what happened next. He had Angelique's pussy gripping his cock and Philippe was beginning to fuck him.
His mind was nearly blown wide open by the experience, but he was so hot-so hot!
The feelings that were rushing through Bob's body were like nothing that had ever happened to him.
Here he was with his dick in the most beautiful girl's pussy and his own ass was being fucked by her hot brother!
This was a wedding night he would never forget!
Philippe felt the tightness of Bob's ass as he penetrated that virgin opening. He could feel the flesh tear as he went where no man had ever gone before. He loved the feel of the heat and the tightness of Bob's ass. He held Bob's hopes tightly with his hands as he began to slowly stroke his meat in and out, in and out.
Bob felt the thick cock sliding into his ass-hole as his own dick slipped ever deeper into Angelique's sweet, gripping pussy. She was holding tight to him, her breasts crushed against his chest as Philippe bore in from behind.
Bob's meat was throbbing, the feeling of having a man's dick in his ass was incredible. It made him feel as though his own dick had sprung a mate, that he now had two dicks instead of one and one of them was fucking him.
Angelique's cunt was hot, hot like a steamy pit. He could feel the tight walls of her cunt expanding and contracting as he thrust his meat deep inside. The same rhythm was giving him his first fuck from behind. Philippe's hard, hot dick was slipping all the way in now, all the way to the balls.
He could feel the blonde boy's nuts pushing against the crack of his ass as the meat pole penetrated to the depths of his ass-hole. He loved the feeling. It was one he had never had before. He had known what it was like to fuck, but he had never imagined that getting fucked was all the more pleasurable. It gave him a sense of fulfillment. He knew now that he wanted to get fucked, had always wanted to get fucked. If only he had let the feelings out before! he had been missing so much-so very much.
Philippe's prick was really doing it now. No more gentle, soft strokes. He was really pounding that meat home, driving that dick deep into Bob's ass as Bob fucked Angelique.
"Ooooooooh God!" Bob ejaculated. "Fuck me, fuck my ass! Fuck it, you bastard, fuck that ass!"
Philippe really cut loose now, pounding and driving his meat to the depths, filling Bob with the long, thick cock that he had. He really rammed it to him, driving that piece of meat all the way down, all the way to the nuts.
Bob felt Angelique cut loose with an orgasm as his own dick rammed all the way into her. He felt the clutching, hot walls of her vagina open and take his meat as she gushed forth her hot juices, flooding him with her womanhood. ' He felt the hot spasms of Philippe cumming in his ass at the same time. Philippe was really cumming. SQUIRT!
He felt a hot blast of man juice on one side of him as the woman juice was washing his cock in love on the other.
SPLAT!
He felt Philippe bite into his shoulder with his teeth as he came in his ass. SQUIRT!
Philippe's cock exploded inside him as he felt Angelique contort with another orgasm. She was really turned on now. She was humping him wildly as her young brother filled Bob's ass-hole with his own hot juices.
Slowly, he felt Philippe's dick slip out of his ass-hole.
Angelique collapsed on the bed as Bob's cock slipped out of her hot, gripping, grasping vise of love.
Bob lay back, his cock still throbbing, wet from the washing that Angelique had given it with her hot juices.
The three of them were panting like animals in heat.
Philippe stretched out on his stomach beside Bob, Angelique on the other side of him.
He reached out a hand and began to stroke Philippe's butt. That hot, sweet butt that had attracted him so much on the beach at Cannes.
And now here it was, lying just next to him.
He explored the dark crack that lay between the two halves of Philippe's perfect ass.
The young blonde boy squirmed, opening up for Bob as Bob slipped a finger inside.
"Yes," Angelique said. "Fuck him. Fuck my brother."
Bob was on top of Philippe in a flash, straddling that hot ass as Philippe stretched out lazily under him, spreading his ass cheeks wide, opening up for Bob.
Bob gripped his shaft and guided it to the hot, tight opening of Philippe's rosy red ass-hole. He plunged!
GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!
It felt magnificent. Better than anything he had ever felt before.
Philippe's ass-hole was tight, tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. He rammed his meat in and felt the incredible tightness of it. It was hot too. Hotter than fire.
He felt like his dick was on fire as he rammed his meat deeper and deeper into Philippe's red hot ass-hole, plunging and driving it home.
Philippe's butt rose from the bed to meet his strokes as Angelique lay panting there, her sweet breasts rolling with the rhythm of the bed as Bob pounded away on Philippe's behind, fucking that ass, fucking it like he had never fucked anything before. Hot!
Philippe's ass was incredibly hot.
Bob loved the feel of it as the blonde boy humped upwards, meeting him stroke for stroke, taking all that Bob could give him. Taking that hot, thick dick of Bob's, taking all of it, all the way.
Bob felt the power of his cock as he rammed it home to Philippe, driving the boy back onto the bed with the strength of his strokes, pounding that ass as he rammed it home, filling Philippe with the thickness, the length, the heat of his cock.
He couldn't get enough of it. He loved that ass. He wanted to go on fucking Philippe's hot, tight ass forever.