Chapter 1
"Do you really have to leave?" asked Michelle in a sexy French accent, twisting her sensuous lips into a charming little pout. Her velvety soft cheek was pillowed against Ian's naked chest, and she was tracing seductive little patterns on his skin with one long pink fingernail.
"I'm afraid I do, darling," Ian replied, running his hands through the thick lushness of her hair. He glanced down to voluptuous cleavage, just barely held in check by an elegant black cocktail dress. It was so low-cut that the neckline plunged nearly to her navel, and every time she took a deep breath, her breasts swelled up and nearly popped out
"Oh, but Ian," Michelle wailed, "you're always leaving, and just at the wrong time too! My husband is away for a whole week and just think what we could do together now." She snuggled up closer and her velvety pink tongue lashed out and lapped wickedly, enticingly at his nipples.
Ian laughed. "Are you sure Henri is away, my sweet minx?''
"Angel, would I lie to you?" Michelle purred, darting a mischievous look up at him with her sparkling green eyes.
"Probably," Ian grinned, and then grabbed one of her tits possessively in his strong hand.
"Oooo, merder Michelle shrieked, jumping sky-high from the sudden jolts of erotic sensation in her tit Then he grabbed her to him, yanked her head up, and gave her a long and tantalizing loss. He grinned silently to himself, knowing that he had a fantastic night ahead of him. Michelle was his favorite broad in all of Paris, and she was perfect for his one last fling before hitting the road again.
He released Michelle, and she immediately began working him over in her own skilled fashion. Her wet lips travelled over his cheeks, his forehead, his eyes, then dipped down to nibble and lick teasingly at his neck. He sighed and lay back against the garden lounge chair where they were sitting, happy to relax and just let her serve him as she desired. He glanced over at the other end of the elegant, candlelit garden where his partner and sidekick in crime was skillfully peeling the clothes off of a big-breasted blonde beauty named Suzanne. They were spending this last evening in Paris at Michelle's fabulous country estate on the outskirts of the city, a treat they enjoyed often, because both wealthy women had husbands who were too wrapped up in making money to notice how their wives strayed from the fold.
"Mmmmm," Ian sighed, as Michelle's tender mouth slid down to his chest and began titillating his nipples. She had already stripped him out of his shirt and tie, and now her fingers were making a delightful beeline for the zipper of his pants. His cock was thrusting up demandingly, pressing against the fabric in rhythmic pulsations, just waiting for her to take it and adore it.
And Michelle did adore his cock, as what woman did not? Ian had a solid reputation among the high society women of Paris as an American superstud, the most sought after man in town. The reputation was well-deserved, because the size of his weapon made any French prick look sick. To these women, Ian Lloyd was almost a legend, dashing, sophisticated, darkly handsome, suave, and rich.
He did business with most of his amours because he was one of the leading jewel merchants in Europe, and he was able to get the finest and most expensive pieces for them that money could buy, fantastic creations of gems unobtainable anywhere else. He and Max Jensen, his enterprising Texas partner, had set up this business for themselves some years ago. Now, in their mid-thirties, the two men had become two of the richest and most respected Americans in international society.
They were a good team together because, between them, they could crack any deal and lay any broad. Ian's dark curly hair and steel blue eyes were a direct contrast to Max's sandy-haired, boyish outspoken approach. Ian was a prince and Max was a diamond in the rough; together, there wasn't a good piece of tail in Europe who could resist them. This suited their purposes perfectly, because basically both were interested in only two things-good snatch and good money. And they always had plenty of both.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Michelle moaned as her slender fingers closed around the gargantuan bulge in his pants. She began to stroke it up and down through the fabric, making his skin prickle with delicious sensations. Her fingers fumbled at the zipper, yanked it eagerly down, and his huge throbbing tool burst free, offering itself to her lips. Her tongue darted out and circled once around the swollen head, making his prick jerk with anticipation and excitement. It thrust up like an enormous tree trunk, thickly engorged with blood. She licked again, and sighed with delight as the sharp taste of his love juice came off on her tongue.
"You can't leave me, I won't let you go!" she pouted up at him.
"Business is business, sugar," Ian replied. His head was filled with thoughts of the fortune in emeralds that he was about to lay his hands on this trip, and of the danger that lay ahead because the transaction was not exactly what could be called legitimate. They would be leaving the next morning to drive across France, making deals, deliveries, and connections all along the way. The payoff would be in St. Tropez, where a small fortune in "hot ice" awaited them.
"Oh merde, don't talk to me about business!" exclaimed Michelle petulantly. It's not as important as this," she said, stroking his surging prick with soft, worshipping hands.
"Don't complain, you're one of my best customers," Ian laughed, reaching down to fondle her swollen breasts, stripping the dress off her shoulders so that he could get at them better. The nipples were already desperately erect, poking like hard little rubies into the palms of his hands. "And I promise 111 bring you back something nice this time," he whispered.
"Well, I know something that will make you stay," Michelle laughed wickedly at him, letting her tongue dawdle wetry and obscenely up and down the length of his shaft She took his balls in her hands and began to massage them.
"Don't be too sure about that," he said teasingly.
"Why not?" She was just beginning to suck one of his balls into her mouth, so that she could barely get the words out.
"Because as soon as I come, I go!" Ian cracked cooly.
Her head popped up from his crotch and she pulled a face at him. "Oooo," she exclaimed, "you American men are so cruel!" She ran her tongue lasciviously over her full, wet lips. "But I like you that way, my darling," she added, her eyes burning with lust "It makes it more exciting for me."
Fixing him with a teasingly obscene stare, she reached behind her, undid her zipper, and skinned herself out of her dress. Then she threw herself forward into his lap, closing on his prick like a hungry animal. He knew that his slight nastiness had given her a tremendous erotic jolt, because now she began to slather his shaft with desperately passionate kisses. He leaned back to enjoy it knowing there would be no more time for small talk for quite a while. Her lips rippled and fluttered as she ran her skilled mouth over the whole surging length of his engorged weapon.
She hovered delicately, just for a moment right over the head, washing it with her hot moist breath. Then suddenly she plunged forward, sucking it into her oral cave with voracious excitement She began to pull and release, pull and release, her lovely soft cheeks dimpling in as she did so. She sucked his huge hot meat as if she wanted to swallow it down, as if she could never get enough.
At the same time, her eager hands delved deep inside his pants and grabbed for his huge hairy balls. She angled in until she had both hands under him almost to his ass crack so that her fingers were in a position to titillate the sensitive base of his rod. She began kneading and massaging, pricking him gently sometimes with her long, sleek fingernails.
"AJuihhhlihhh!" he exclaimed in ecstasy. Not only was Michelle one of his best and richest customers, she was one of the best cocksuckers in Paris, and devoted to giving him pleasure with an almost slavelike adoration. He watched her lovely dark head bobbing up and down, watched the pink edges of her velvet lips as they rippled and closed around his pulsating prick. Every once in a while, as she fluttered her thick dark lashes, he caught a glimpse of her exquisite green eyes.
"Ahhhhh, my sweet angel, you do it so well," he sighed in pure pleasure.
This fired her lust even more, and she began to suck harder and harder. His hips were working up and down now as he tried to force his way back to the depths of her throat. His prick was so huge that few women could get him all the way in, but Michelle was a master of the art, and knew how to relax her muscles enough to almost swallow him. Now she opened her jaw wider, struggling to keep her teeth out of the way, and let him go down deep.
Her breath came faster and faster, partly from the excitement of her passion, and partly from the strangling pressure of his huge meat stuffed clear to the back of her throat. She rasped at him with her tongue, rippling and fluttering it along his pole between sucks. Her huge boobs flopped and rolled from side to side as she worked at him. He could see how the nipples were getting tauter and tauter from the jiggling up and down, and how little bumps of goose flesh were beginning to prickle the snowy velvet of her skin as she got more and more excited.
"Nnnggghh!" she gasped thickly as he suddenly slammed up with his hips and thrust his cock deeper than ever into her mourn. She struggled to take him in, keeping an even rhythm going with her lips. Her saliva was slathering him now, dribbling like sweet nectar down his surging rod, some of it coming to rest like crystal dew drops in his pubic hair. Her hands kept after his balls, snuggling them tightly and adoringly, filling him with exquisitely electric sensations.
She began to jiggle them up and down, making them flop and bounce with excruciating deliciousness.
The galvanic sensations that filled his groin grew and grew until he felt like he was going nearly out of his head. He began to pump faster and harder with his hips then, answering the rhythm of her sucks with demanding thrusts of his pelvis.
"Suck it, suck it and swallow it down!" he barked at her harshly as his passion passed the point of simple enjoyment and burst into volcanic fire. He closed his hands tightly around her head, digging his fingers into the thick shining wealth of her soft hair. He forced her down on him, gripping her head until he hurt her.
"Nnnnhhhh!" she cried in a strangled voice. Yet he knew that she loved it, loved the pain, loved the dominating feeling of his hands shoving her face down on his prick. She threw herself against him harder than ever, and the two white orbs of her tits mashed up against his thighs, swelling deliciously. She began to twist her shoulders from side to side, massaging his inner thighs with her luscious boob flesh, trying to stuff them up into his crotch.
At the same time she worked one hand even further back, wriggling around until she brought her finger into contact with his anus. She began to stroke and massage teasingly, playing her finger around and around in the angled dark hair that ringed his asshole. Her fingernail pricked at him deliciously, and sometimes she deliberately dug it into his ass flesh, giving him a sudden jolt of fierce desire.
He was breathing heavily now, savoring every moment of Michelle's exquisite services, adoring every second of fucking her soft voluptuous mouth. She would do anything for him, anything to please him, just like most of the women he knew. All he had to do was enjoy himself.
"Harder!" he commanded, thrusting his tool fiercely into her velvety orifice, "Suck me harder!"
She complied, bending even more effort to the delightful task of swallowing the biggest and most beautiful cock she had ever had. She gasped and sighed breathlessly, swirling her tongue in rapid fire lashes around his shaft, sucking in hard with her cheeks as if she meant to pull his tool out by the root. Then her skilled finger centered itself on his asshole, hovered for an enticing split second, and plunged.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried out in ecstasy. Her finger rammed full length into the boiling depths of his anus, sending electrical vibrations ripping through his whole groin. Her fingernail sliced at him as she went in, adding a sweet edge of pain to the sharp surge of his pleasure. She twisted and turned her finger skillfully then, making the walls of his asshole vibrate exotically.
The fullness of her hand was pressed up hard against the base of his prick now, and he ground down against it, taking every possible ounce of pleasure from her that she could give. Her finger revolved in slow and tantalizing circles inside him, neatly echoing the grinding circular motion of his pelvis. His eyes tightly closed in exquisite delight and he thought to himself that much of Michelle's sexual skill lay in the fact that she took her cues from him so well. She was sensitive to his slightest movement, his slightest desire, and she responded by doing just what he wanted her to do.
The sharp edge of her fingernail sliced in even harder as his hips revolved, providing just the right contrast to the velvety softness of her finger. At the same time she began to nibble carefully at his prick with her delicate pearly teeth. The slight jolts of pain that this produced served to make the slippery softness of her mouth even more delicious to his senses.
He could feel the seed gathering in his nuts, surging and boiling, ready to shoot at any second. He released her head then and let her go, leaning back to enjoy the sight of her taking his orgasm. He liked to watch her swaEow him, liked to see the expression on her face as she adoringly drank from the fountain of his masculine power.
By doing this, he was letting her know that he was in the mood to shoot now, that she should let out the throttle and bend all of her skill into making him come. It was like giving a racehorse his head, letting it break loose and race for the finish line. He had jockeyed her up until now; but from here on in it was up to her. He would simply sit back and enjoy the ride.
Her head bobbed up and down frantically now, her cheeks pulling at him tensely while he sat there coolly and watched her. She twisted and turned her head, stroking his shaft from every possible angle, filling him with electric sensations of pleasure. The pulse throbbed in his temples in rhythm with the hot pulsations in his tool.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she murmured breathlessly, her arousal soaring to the breaking point from the excitement of feeling his climax near.
"I want you to swallow it, swallow it all, drink my cream!" he commanded in a cool voice, his steel blue eyes shining with fierce pleasure.
"Nnngghh!" she whispered, trembling with excitement, quivering all over with lust at the thought of the load that would soon fill her mouth. She bent her head in one last effort, taking him in so deeply that she nearly swallowed his cock.
He felt the head of it nudging against the velvety membranes of her throat, felt his balls jerk and release, felt the searing heat inside him as his cream surged down the length of his shaft. His cock jerked wildly once, twice, inside her mouth, and then jetted a long boiling stream of milky fluid into the waiting receptacle of her throat. Her body convulsed excitedly as she felt the first sharply flavored drops spurting onto her tongue. Then suddenly her mouth was filled to bursting with the enormous load of semen that he poured into her.
She sucked and swallowed voraciously, keeping perfect pace with the endless jolts of come that streamed into her like a fountain. He sat perfectly still, watching as her lips rippled around his cock like the petals of a wet pink flower, as the expression of intense concentration on her lovely face changed to one of intense ecstasy. Her eyelids fluttered delicately, and her features were distorted slightly by the grimace of erotic abandon.
She kept at him until she had it all, until she had wrung his balls dry and had swallowed every drop of the precious pearly fluid. Even then she kept sucking him, as if unwilling to let him go. Her tongue lashed at him lewdly and her strong cheeks closed on him again and again, cleaning every drop from his spent prick. At last his rod lay limply in her mouth, and she reluctantly released it It fell from her lips softly, still gleaming with the wetness of her saliva. She glanced up at him and sighed in complete satisfaction.
"You're delicious," she purred, licking the last of his cream from the edges of her mouth like a contented pussycat.
"And you my dear, are the loveliest cocksucker in Paris!"
"In Paris, yes," she said, making a pouty mouth at him. "But what about Nice? That's where you're going, isn't it? When you leave me all alone tomorrow, that's where you'll be."
He nodded. Actually, it wasn't just Nice, it was Cannes after that, and then the final big connection in St. Tropez. But he would never let Michelle know that As far as she was concerned, his next two weeks were devoted to business in Nice. He had often thought that he'd like to take Michelle into his little secret, the exciting, danger-filled other half of his life.
He and Max had even discussed it. They were both fond of Michelle and Suzanne. They were women of sharp intelligence. And even more important, they were women of tremendous wealth and international society connections. It was quite possible that the two of them could prove very useful in the under the table half of their operations. He and Max led a very fast paced, high tension life, dealing with respectable businessmen on the one hand, and skilled smugglers on the other.
Both of them adored the danger of it, the exhilaration of leading a double existence. For all anyone knew, they were simply two rich and respected Americans, legitimate dealers in jewels, moving with the best of the jet set. It wasn't just the money that had attracted them to slide over the line into illegal practices, although that had had a lot to do with it A large part of it was the thrilling challenge of danger. It kept them both from being bored with the steady stream of well-dressed and willing pussy that came their way.
The lovely brunette Michelle and the banning blonde Suzanne were their favorite lays in Paris, since both of them were not only skilled sexually, but had a voracious appetite for expensive jewels. Both had an enchanting mischievous streak, and both possessed conveniently absent husbands. They were intelligent, witty, sophisticated, and daring. It would have added a great deal of smack to the pleasure if he and Max could have included them in their illicit activities.
But Ian had long ago learned never to trust a female. He and Max had discussed it, agreed on it, and then tossed the idea out Women were good for fucking. If you let them into your private life chances were that after not very long, they'd try to fuck you.
All these thoughts were running through Ian's head as he looked down at Michelle's voluptuous nakedness kneeling at his feet. As usual, she was trying to entice him into staying.
"Well?" she repeated petulantly. "So what about Nice? 111 bet you've got a thousand women there, just panting for your arrival."
"Don't be jealous, darling," said Ian smoothly. "It doesn't become you." That was all he would tell her, and she knew it. Her exquisite white shoulders rose and fell in a graceful shrug.
"Oh well," she sighed, and then fixed him with a smile. "Then let's have a drink. At least we've got all the rest of tonight!"
She got up and moved to a marble table which held several silver ice buckets filled with champagne. The secluded garden was lit with candles, and her naked flesh gleamed like rich satin in the faint golden light. He watched her shapely buttocks swaying as she moved away from him, and the sight kindled a new hunger in his loins. Michelle's ass was full but firm, one of the shapeliest he had ever laid hands on. He stared at it now as she stood gracefully by the table, filling two long-stemmed crystal glasses with expensive vintage champagne.
His prick began to jerk back to life again as he ran his eyes down the dark shadowy crack between her moon-shaped mounds. Her legs were slightly apart and he could just barely see her velvety inner thighs. He could imagine that they were soaking wet with pussy juice by now, because she always got very aroused when she sucked him off. Very soon he would lick up that sexy nectar of hers. It would make a lovely flavor contrast with the champagne. Just for a moment watching her, he wished that he and Max didn't have to hit the road tomorrow.
This one would be a super dangerous run. Trouble could be waiting for them at any second, and in any disguise. He would have to be suspicious of each beautiful piece of tail that crossed his path on the chance that she might be a double agent. If he was really smart and careful, he wouldn't indulge his lust until they were safely back from St Tropez.
But then Ian had to grin at himself for his thoughts. Smart he was; careful he wasn'tl Being cautious would ruin the whole thing, because it went against his entire philosophy of living. He existed only for the excitement for the challenge in everything- in women, in business, in the making of his fortune. As he thought of what might await him out there on the road, his prick surged with an extra jolt of tantalizing pleasure.
"Bring the bottle!" he called, smiling coolly at the thought of the night ahead of him. She did, tucking it under her arm and shivering from the coldness of it against her naked skin.
"Mon Dieu!" she laughed as she handed it to him. Then she leaned forward so that he could see how her nipples had puckered up tightly from the freezing glass against her skin. He smiled, leaned forward, and licked each one with his warm tongue, making her shudder with intense delight The little rosebuds grew even harder then.
He took the two glasses from her, put them down and led her over on to the grass, still clutching the bottle. He made her lie on her back in the cool lush grass and told her to close her eyes. He waited a second, teasing her. Then he upended the bottle of icy champagne and poured it right into the satiny center of her beEy.
"Eeeeeeeeee!" she shrieked, giggling and rolling around, her succulent tits rolling enticingly from side to side. Then, "Mmmmmmmmm," she murmured as the cold liquid dribbled down and washed over her hot pussy crevice. "Ooooooooo," she added, in a throaty voice, and spread her legs, suddenly overcome with desire.
Her scream had attracted the attention of Max and Suzanne, who had been fucking on the other side of the garden. They strolled over hand in hand and stood watching with delighted amusement as Michelle squirmed and undulated against the grass, her succulent nakedness gleaming wetly in champagne. She was drenched. The three of them-Max, Ian and Suzanne-exchanged looks. They were all thinking the same thing. In a flash they fell on top of her, all three of them at once, licking out voraciously at the writhing flesh that glistened wetly beneath them. Max dived at one boob, and Suzanne fastened her mouth on the other, while Ian buried his face in her belly.
"Eeeeeeeee!" Michelle screamed again, but this time she wasn't giggling. This time it was a scream of ecstatic arousal, for she suddenly felt three hot tongues and three pairs of grabbing hands working over her flesh. Suzanne and Max eagerly licked the bubbly champagne from her heaving tits, and Ian dipped his tongue into the crevice of her belly button, lapping up the tiny thimbleful of wine that had been caught there. Then he slid his body slowly down to where her drenched pussy beckoned to his mouth.
In one suck he gathered her pussy lips into his mouth and began licking the dewdrops of champagne out of her cunt fur. Just as he had suspected, her slit was soaking with sex juice. The sharp-sweet taste of it came off on his tongue, mingling delightfully with the heady flavor of the Brut, vintage 1963 that had come from her husband's well-stocked wine cellar. Ian's lips curved into a satisfied smile as he sucked and swallowed both lovely tastes, and inhaled deeply of their joined fragrances.
There's nothing quite like champagne and pussy juice combined, he thought to himself, as he sucked Michelle's swollen cunt folds deeply into his mouth. She was moaning loudly now, writhing against the thick, cool grass. Her senses were on fire, and the entire length of her flesh was being unbearably titillated by three people at once. Her hips were bucking wildly upwards, straining for more and more of Ian's slathering tongue. He could feel her eager clit throbbing and pulsating against his mouth, engorged with desperate desire.
She needed to be entered. He knew that from the way her shapely ass contracted fiercely, forcing his face down towards her distended and beckoning cunt hole. And he was ready. He felt his prick surging into hardness again, felt it growing to its full length, preparing to impale her. The more he lapped at her sex nectar, the more he longed to bury his aching rod in her sweet, tight depths.
"Turn over," he commanded, lifting his face from her snatch. His lips and cheeks were dripping with the juices of her desire.
"Uuuuhhhnn!" she moaned. Slowly and gracefully she disentangled herself from the two mouths-Max's and Suzanne's-that had been lapping furiously at her breasts. Like a mythical goddess, she twisted her shapely pelvis in a slow and sensuous arc, and then rolled over onto her belly in the grass. Ian reached out with his tongue and lapped at her anus. The stimulation of his wet, hot licking made her automatically raise herself onto her knees. Her shapely ass jutted into the air, and her cunt hole gaped open, right in front of Ian's face, begging him to enter her.
He hesitated, reached out and stroked it enticingly, torturing her, making her wait. His prick jerked and surged between his legs, sticking straight out from his body like an incredibly powerful weapon. He knelt behind her, took his prick in both hands, and began to tease her vaginal opening with the thick velvety head of it.
"Nnnhhhl" she whimpered, waving her ass at him, begging him. Her cunt glistened enticingly, swollen, pulsating and sopping wet. She revolved her pelvis in desperate circles, so hot to be fucked that she was half out of her mind. Still, he teased her, thrusting the head of his rod halfway in, and then wickedly pulling it out again. She was going crazy now, clawing at the grass with her sleek pink fingernails, ripping it up in huge patches. Her face was buried in the earth, and she was like a jungle tigress in heat, willing to do almost anything to get him inside her.
Max lay on one side of Michelle, and Suzanne on the other, watching. Ian could tell from the glazed expressions in their eyes that they were both very turned on. Max had his hand on one of her huge tits. He was grasping and kneading it, and it hung down pendulously and eagerly into his hand. Then Suzanne reached out and closed her fingers tightly around Michelle's other boob.
"Oh God!" Michelle exclaimed in a strangled voice as Suzanne's nails dug into the tender flesh of her tit. Michelle's hips began to revolve in a wide pattern of circles then, in response to the titillation of Suzanne's fingers. She bucked backwards again and again, desperately trying to. impale herself on Ian's enormous meat. Her cunt juice was slathering the head of his prick, making it glisten like the Hope diamond.
Ian lifted his head and fixed the other woman in the eye with an obscenely lustful stare. A cold, slightly cruel smile played around the edges of his handsome mouth. "Suzanne," he called softly, "come here!"
Her eyes caught his, and she grasped his meaning at once. She released Michelle's tit, stood up, and walked to Ian. Gracefully she swung her leg over Michelle's back, straddling her so that her pussy rested directly in front of Ian's mouth. Suzanne knew exactly what he wanted-to suck her while he fucked Michelle. She smiled lewdly, reached down between her thighs, and parted her pussy lips for him.
Slowly and wickedly Ian gave a wink to Max. Max grinned back, then got up from where he was lying and moved around to a position right in front of Michelle. He lay down smoothly in the grass and spread his legs. Before she even knew what happened, Michelle felt the wet tip of Max's throbbing rod nudging at the entrance to her mouth.
"Aaannnhhh!" she gasped, as she tasted his wetness surging aginst her lips. Her tongue licked out once, twice. Then suddenly she opened her mouth wide and dived at him, sucking him into the depths of her practiced throat
At exactly the same moment, Ian chose to enter her. He shoved his cock violently through the beckoning mouth of her vagina, and drove it to the very end of her pulsating canal.
"Mmmmmmm!" Michelle screamed, shocked by the sudden thrust. She was stuffed with cock now, both in her mouth and in her pussy. Her senses were uncontrollably aflame with voracious desire. Her cunt walls and her inner mouth began to pulsate together in tandem, sucking in exactly the same rhythm. She shoved her cunt back on Ian's cock, and thrust her mouth forward at Max's dick in a perfect rhythm of pulsating desire.
At the same time, Ian's lips opened widely and then closed possessively around the soaking snatch of Suzanne. She held her cunt folds apart for him so that his hps and tongue could reach her sensitive inner membranes. He licked and lapped frantically at the satiny pussy grooves, savoring the gush of juice that poured into his mouth from her eager hole. Her hips undulated in excitement, moving in rhythmic circles, making it easy for his tongue to slather the entire exposed length of her slit.
He flicked his eyes up for an instant. He could see that Suzanne had cupped both of her huge breasts in her own hands and was pinching her own nipples in a frenzy of lewd desire. The sight fired him to galvanic heights, and he thrust his tongue harder than ever into the succulent expanses of her naked pussy. Her obscene abandon was dehghtful to him, because it echoed the lustful desperation of Michelle's cunt
Michelle ground her hips back against him, begging and begging him to impale her harder, to split her apart, to vanquish her completely. At the same time Suzanne's hips were grinding against his face, desperately and adoringly, coaxing for the same thing. She wanted him to ram her with his tongue, to take her to heaven, to impale her with his power.
Ian closed his eyes and drank in the smell of Suzanne's cunt juice, of her sweat mingled with her perfume. At the same time, his cock drank in the succulent sensations of Michelle's surging and pulsating snatch as it pounded backwards against him. And his ears delightedly absorbed the wet, sloshing sounds of fucking, along with Max's loud, lewd groans of pleasure from Michelle's mouth nibbling and sucking at his prick.
The four of them had become like one body now, working in perfect coordination, one enormous, orgiastic fuck.
Ian could feel the vibrations of erotic intensity flowing through his flesh, coming to him from the other three. He could almost feel how Max felt, with his swollen prick in Michelle's mouth. He knew that Max could appreciate how he felt with his rod stuck up Michelle's hole and his tongue lapping at Suzanne's dripping snatch.
He gave liimself up completely then to erotic abandonment, letting the sensations wash over his flesh in pure pleasure. His nerves were titillated to their fullest capacity by sights, sounds, tastes, smells. He drank in the deliciousness of his fuck, this orgiastic glory, with intense appreciation. After all, he reflected, this might be my last! Tomorrow, or the next day, somewhere between Lyon and Nice, there could be a trap. The game could be up.
He smiled at the thought and delved even more deeply into the succulent steaminess of Suzanne's throbbing and undulating pussy. The very consideration of danger fired his lust to the point of explosion. He lived for excitement and for pleasure. The excitement of tomorrow gave added pleasure to this moment, tonight!
"NnnnhhhF Ian gasped, lashing out with his tongue, drinking down the sex juice that poured copiously and willingly from Suzanne's hole. She was giving him everything she had, and so was Michelle. The two of them were thrusting themselves at him as if they could never get enough, as if they would die without him, as if he was the only man in the world.
He knew that he was, for them. They would never find a pair of studs to match him and Max, there could be no doubt about that He ground his pelvis violently against Michelle's ass, feeling his balls bang fiercely against the velvety fullness of her buttocks. She tried to clutch her ass cheeks tight together in order to caress his prick even more as it entered her. At the same time, he felt Suzanne shove her pelvis more and more violently forward, offering her snatch for him to drink.
He heard Max moan in extreme pleasure, and he knew that Michelle's mouth and hands were sending Max to heaven just as they had done for him earlier that evening. He could feel the intensity of the vibrations that flowed between the four of them, and he knew that a spectacular climax was near at hand. He could feel his seed gathering in his balls. And from the sound of Max's voice, Max was experiencing the exact same sensations.
Ian closed his eyes tightly and slammed forward with his cock and his mouth at the same time, thrusting in a driving and demanding rhythm. His tool pierced Michelle's soaking wet pulsating vagina. At the same time his tongue drank in the delights of Suzanne's throbbing snatch. He could tell that both of them were on the very edge of orgasm. He decided it was time, and he started pushing for the finish line.
"Ohhh, ohhhhh, OHHHHT Suzanne screamed, her voice rising gradually from a breathy gasp to a frantic wail. He felt her clit begin to pulsate wildly against his tongue as her orgasm gushed forth and filled his mouth with hot throbbing nectar.
Then Michelle's body jackknifed under him in voluptuous convulsions, and he felt the walls of her canal clutching voraciously at his dick. Her orgasm exploded with earthquake intensity, almost at the same moment as Suzanne's. He let his cream go then, released all his restraints and let his cock pour its fountain of fluid into her sucking, demanding womb. The way she bucked back at him with her hips, the way she clutched him inside with her cunt muscles, he could tell that she was skyhigh with arousal.
He kept shoving it into her, pouring out his cream and feeling her silky vagina greedily lapping it up. At the same time his tongue was lapping at the drenching flow of Suzanne's cunt juice.
Then he heard Max grunt heavily, and he knew that he had unloaded in Michelle's mouth. Michelle began to gasp, her breathing became rapid and harsh, and Ian could tell that she was swallowing Max's come. She became a receptacle for both of them; her exquisite beauty serviced them both at once. She swallowed Max's scum down her throat at exactly the same time as she sucked Ian's load into her cunt. She bucked and writhed, breathing heavily, throwing herself with total abandon into the erotic intensity of the moment
For a long time the four of them undulated together in a tangled mass, their sweaty bodies slipping against each other, crashing together in lewd, smacking sounds. Their skins were drenched with fluid, with sweat and sex juice. Their senses were flooded with ecstasy and erotic abandon. All four of them went at each other as if they could never get enough, as if they never wanted it to end.
Finally the two pricks were drained dry, and the two cunt holes began to relax their clutching desperation. Max fell back with a groan against the grass, letting his prick slide easily from Michelle's skilled mouth. Michelle fell forward against him, and this forced Ian's tool to slip smoothly out of her satiated hole. Ian released his mouth from Suzanne's pussy, and the two of them rolled down together in the grass, totally exhausted from the ecstasy of their orgasm.
There was a long moment of silence while everybody caught their breaths. The only sounds were the soft summer breezes in the trees, and the rippling of the marble fountains in the garden.
In that moment Ian savored the knowledge that he would either enjoy this again tomorrow, or he would die tomorrow. And he knew very well that, in the soft silence, Max was thinking the same thing.
Finally all four of them sat up at the same time.
"More champagne?" Michelle asked seductively.
"Why not?" said Max.
"Of course," purred Suzanne, crossing her exquisite legs one over the other, and leaning back so that her vuluptuous tits were perfectly outlined in the candlelight. "We might as well live!" she added, waving an elegant hand in the air.
Ian and Max exchanged a long and meaningful look. It was full of all the intrigue that faced them, all the adventure that they could never tell.
"Yes, we might as well live," Ian smiled. "Dangerously," he added, so low that only Max could hear him.