Chapter 4
Meanwhile Max was covering the bushes as promised. Except that, if things went as well as he planned, he'd get a little tail into the bargain. After Ian had disappeared with Lisa, Max had found himself the center of attention, being a stranger, an American, and one of the star figures in the fight
Amiably, spreading his Texas grin right and left like honey, Max took good advantage of that situation, milking the bar for all he was worth. He got two solid hours worth of free drinks, free feels, free snacks, and invitations galore. But no information. And that, for him, was not good. Finally, out of all the pieces of tail that were chasing him, Max made his selection and a matter of minutes later he was in a cozy little apartment enjoying French brandy (twelve years old), and French beauty (about twenty years old).
"Would you like another drink?" asked the luscious, dewy-eyed blond, snuggling tentatively closer to him on the sofa. Max nodded, knowing he'd pump her for the information first and get around to the sex later. Besides, Renée was not an easy mark. It was obvious that she wanted him, but it was also obvious that he'd have to play to get her.
Max sized her up over the rim of his brandy snifter and decided again that he'd made the right choice. Not only was she a barmaid at Le Bistro and therefore likely to know a thing or two, she was what Max liked to call "educated but unspoiled" French cunt
She was like a young Suzanne, except that she had twice the equipment and half the experience. He liked his women that way-seasoned enough to be good, yet shy enough to be fresh.
"You know," she said admiringly, "you and the other American-you were magnifique tonight It was not your fight, but you did it anyway."
"Well," said Max warmly, "in a way it was our fight You don't just watch a lady being pushed around and not do something about it" He was delighted that they were getting to the subject that interested him most, and he was warming up to ask another question when he noticed a petulant pout around Renée's soft young mouth.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, shrugging one shapely shoulder. "Perhaps she is what you Americans call a lad/- but I am a nice French girl, and I do not think so. She is always making trouble in the bar."
Instantly Max was on the alert "Yes? What kind of trouble?" Now, he thought I'm going to find out what that hoop-la was all about and if it was a set-up for us.
"Oh, the men, they fall all over her; it is always Lisa with them, she has only to wiggle her little finger and they don't even look at the rest of us!"
Aha, Max thought to himself, jealousy, pure and simple. He tried again. "But the fight" he persisted. "What was it all about? Why in hell would those two guys nearly kill each other over a little gold key?"
"Oh merde alors, it is always that key!" she exclaimed in exasperation. "I refuse to tell you anything about it and that is that!" Max sensed that she was losing her French temper and he'd better drop the subject and get to the sex while the getting was good. "If your friend is smart," she added darkly, "hell throw it away! And if you insist on spending the evening talking about that woman ... I"
But Max cut her off, pressing his lips to hers in an immediate answer. Renée gasped, stiffened; but then yielded willingly, giving up her lovely mouth to Max's demands, taking pleasure in giving it. He kissed her carefully at first, knowing damn well that a smart man wouldn't saddle a skittish mare right off the bat He mampulated her lips strongly but tenderly and, with every second, he could feel her yielding to him more deeply.
He'd kissed her several times before that night. But now, from the way she responded, Max could tell that they were getting down to business. She undulated against him, her sinuous body caressing him with every single motion she made. He was aware that without him making any effort at all, her dress was sliding down in front and slipping up at the bottom. Glancing down, he had an almost unimpeded view of furry blonde snatch encased in white lace panties. His mouth watered, and he took a chance. He parted her lips and shoved into her mouth with his tongue.
"Uuhhnnnhhh ..." Renée gasped, her head tipping backwards to let him in.
Bingo! Max grinned to himself. I was right. But then, I'm always right he smirked, beginning to run his strong hands up the naked reaches of Renée's white thighs.
She stirred fitfully in his embrace and her legs parted slightly, although he could tell that she was reluctant to give in. He stroked and caressed her, searching out the erogenous zones, touching every spring of release that he could find.
At the same time, his tongue was exploring her mouth, plunging deeply, searchingly into the hot depths of her throat. Her resistance was futile, now that she had led him this far. Max could feel her straining for him with every ounce of her being, even though she made pretensions of resistance.
"Oh Renée baby," he murmured hotly against her mouth, "you're such a beautiful woman. I want you. Oh God, I want you so!"
"Max, Max," Renée breathed, already delirious with desire. "I... I want you too ..."
Max took incredible pleasure in seeing how virginal she was, even though it was clear she'd been laid before. She was sinking back onto the couch, and Max took advantage of the moment to get rid of some clothes.
Before Renée quite knew what had happened, her dress was off and Max was on top of her. She felt his burgeoning prick stabbing against her stomach, leaving traces of fluid on her skin, driving her to distraction.
"Ohhhhhh ..." she moaned, abandoning herself now, leaning back against the pillows, glorying in the feeling of his hot sweaty flesh against hers. His huge pole, totally erect now, stabbed and stabbed at her, working its way down to the hot place between her thighs. She gasped, writhed uncontrollably, felt her legs opening in spite of her will. She had made it with many men before, but each time it was a new experience. Something about Max had mesmerized her. His strength, his kindness, his straightforward words...
She closed her eyes tentatively, abandoning herself to the tantalizing joy of Max's huge prick nudging into the space between her thighs. Her breath came faster and faster and her head whirled, overwhelmed by the joy of Max's body pressing against hers, sweaty flesh against flesh, raw and demanding.
"Oh yes, yes," she whispered, spreading her legs for him almost instinctively. She felt his swollen tool nudging and searching between her thighs, and it made her gasp with joy. She needed him, needed him so desperately, and now he was here, ready to fulfill her. She felt her cunt hps swell and open with desire, felt the thick nectar of her womanhood rushing down her canal and slathering her private parts.
The head of Max's weapon nudged against her, slipping and sliding in her juice, guided down her slit like a missile ready to fire.
"Max, Max," she breathed in an ecstasy of abandon, waiting anxiously for that first plunge that would make her his.
"Oh, baby," Max panted, "I'm gonna give it to ya, make ya happy, I promise. Take ya to the stars, sweetheart, and that's a deal!" '
He was at the very entrance to her hole now, searching, nudging, trying to be gentle. Max liked to do it right with broads. He liked to give it to 'em the way they wanted it, not just shove it in. He knew that that paid off because it always made it better for him in the end. Max loved a virginal land of woman. Mostly because an unplowed hole was a challenge to him.
Well, he smiled to himself, this isn't quite virgin territory, it's ground that's been plowed before. But it's still rich, moist, and French, and it takes a little special handling. And I, Max, am a Texas expert at that!
The thick tip of his pole was slowly working its way through the throbbing membranes of her cunt rim. Then he felt her release and open to him, and he slid forward as easily as a boat being launched into water.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she sighed, lying back and wrapping her arms around him. "Yes, it's good, baby," Max muttered, sinking into the deliciousness of her body, loving that last precarious moment when her canal had parted so suddenly, trusting him, letting him in.
He buried himself in the depths of her sweet snatch, at the same time shoving his tongue into the sweet hot cavern of her mouth. Her saliva bathed him, tasting like liquid flowers. They kissed for a long time, their mouths twisting and turning together in an ecstasy of exploration. Max could never get over it, the way even an experienced woman could turn out to be a virgin twat in bed. It was always a surprise to him, but he always loved it. Virgins were his dish-and the more experienced, the better!
He was beginning a rhythm in her now, sinking and pulling out again, savoring every inch of flesh against flesh, every gut-shuddering moment of that first plowing of the field. He could feel her cunt walls stretch and expand as he drove deeper, opening to admit him, giving up their all.
She was tense at first but, as he began to work up a steady pace, she started to relax and respond, shoving her hips back at him with equal force. He bent his head to her lovely tits, feeding on the tight beauty of her nipples, watching what his tongue did to them. Each wet stroke, each lick made them look different, and he felt a pride in that.
He licked and sucked and stroked with his mouth, watching the shivers of pleasure cross her delicate flesh, watching the dark rosebuds bunch up in the center of each breast, taut and excited, begging for more. Her skin was like velvet, softer against his tongue than he had even dared to believe it would be.
"Ahhhhhhh," Renée murmured again, beginning to twist in intense eagerness, arching her back off the couch so that she could push her boobs more deeply into his face.
"Beautiful,'' Max murmured hotly between kisses, "you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had!"
"Ohhhhhh, ohh Max," Renée gasped, completely galvanized by his words.
Max had to smile, even as he was pounding forward to take his pleasure. Nothing worked with women like that one, it was a sure-fire thing. She was beautiful, all right, but it was stretching it a little to say what he had said, because Max had plowed a lot of cunt in his day. Anyway, no matter, as long as she believed him and they could both get it off together.
The succulence of her hot wet hole enveloped him like a second skin, and he closed his eyes tightly from the pleasure, pure pleasure, of the sensation. Every nerve in his skin was alive like new, and he thought that sparks of fire might be striking up from his body every place that it rubbed against hers. The throbbing power in his dick was gathering force now, swelling to unbelievable proportions. He felt like he had a river inside him, a river at floodtide, ready at any minute to let go.
He slowed his pace then, holding back, pulling himself down, easing off the accelerator so that he could nudge in and out of her at a cruising speed. He didn't want to go too fast, didn't want to lose the river that he felt building in his balls too soon.
"Ummmmmmm ..." Renée murmured blissfully as his tool began to slip and slide with excruciating delicacy against her sensitive inner parts. She twisted and turned her head back and forth against the couch pillows sinuously, just like a pleased kitten. She opened her eyes then and gazed up at him.
"MMMhbhh, I like that," she barely whispered, a hazy, dreamy expression playing over the soft features of her face.
"Yeah," Max whispered back, smiling warmly, "I like it too. You're the softest thing in the world, yknow that?"
Renée smiled delightedly and wriggled against the pillows again, letting her little pink tongue lick out and flicker across her lips. Her full, pouting mouth was enticingly wet now, beckoning to Max's hps like a piece of pink candy. He saw how her hair had fluffed out on the pillow as she had tossed and turned, and now it caught the light like a gossamer cloud of gold.
Wow, Max thought to himself, how beautiful, she's great! Wow, what a great, fabulous broad! And it crossed his mind again that there was something special about some women that, when you got them into bed, made 'em seem like they'd never done it with anybody before. He gave a huge sigh of pleasure and sank forward into her, burying his cock in her hole and his tongue in her pink-candy mouth all at the same time.
The throbbing, aching drive to come had eased down in him now, and he was relaxed, thoroughly enjoying himself. The big pillows of her boobs nestled against his chest, and the warm wetness of her mouth and her snatch enveloped him delieiously. It was like drifting, floating face down in one of those warm tropical seas, the ones you saw on posters that always looked good enough to eat. Only, Max grinned to himself, I don't hafta hold my breath!
He was moving steadily inside her still, just barely plunging and withdrawing, savoring every inch of the tight envelope that held his throbbing thickness. He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and gazed into her dreamy blue eyes. It was so quiet that he could hear both their hearts beating. She stared straight "back at him, the delicate curve of her nostrils flaring and then relaxing with her steady, even breathing. Her eyelashes passed long lacy shadows against the pristine softness of her cheeks.
"Oh baby," Max murmured, "you are, you really are the most beautiful woman I've ever had."
And this time he meant it. Jesus, he thought to himself, it's really somethin' else the way broads get so damn beautiful when you're fucking them.
He felt the tautness in her muscles, even though she seemed relaxed, and he caught the occasional slight gasp that broke the even rhythm of her breathing. He knew the little lady needed to come. Women were like that. After you got 'em to come once-well, then it was like they were broke to the saddle, and it would be fun and games, hell bent for leather all the way after that. Any Texan knew that.
He started in on her again, sinking in and pulling out with steady, deliberate strokes. Instantly he felt her quiver all over, felt her respond with rising excitement to the vibrations his body was sending her. She wrapped her long lovely arms around his neck and began to stroke his hard-muscled back with sensi-ive fingertips. Max shivered as those delicate fingernails of hers traced patterns on his skin, hitting every erogenous zone and egging him on. Her hands were moving exactly in time to the pace of his pelvis as he slid stroke after stroke into her anxious pussy. He began to lengthen his plunges now, diving deep and then pulling slowly, teasingly back again, until only the round, ridged head of his cock still rested inside the rim of her opening.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried out, as he paused and held it there, tantalizing her.
She caught her lovely, pouty lower lip between her pearly teeth in painful ecstasy. Max felt like biting his lip too, it was that good. So damn good, just to hover there at the very mouth of her treasure, dreaming about and anticipating the next entrance.
"Uhh, uhhhhhnnnhhl" Renée moaned, beginning to twist her hips beggingly in an anguish of desire. Max could feel the warm, wet rim of her vaginal mouth pulling at him, enticing him to come in. He loved the way she was doing it, the way she was following his lead, letting him tease her to the point that she even teased herself. She rubbed her wet swollen cunt hps around and around on his cock head, letting the fire build to agonizing proportions inside her.
Then, as her breathing became ragged, got faster and faster, he felt her lovely little hips start urging upwards in a jabbing rhythm. Quickly, again and again, she stabbed at him with her pelvis, crying out for him to shove it in. Max closed his eyes tightly, and felt a liquid fire of pleasure well up in his blood. This was the greatest moment of all, when the sweet snatch reached for him, grabbed him, desperately begging. He felt her cunt juice slathering his cock tip, washing down in a stream to lubricate even the silken walls of her inner thighs.
He opened his eyes and saw her sapphire blue ones burning into him with a beautiful intensity that nearly blew off the top of his head. Oh man, he breathed silently, now we're gettin' somewhere, yes sir baby, now we are really gettin' on the roadl
"Ahhnnnhhhl" he groaned with sheer ecstasy, and slid forward pumping like a jack hammer.
"Ohhh!" Renée gasped, in delirious surprise, feeling the aching emptiness inside her suddenly filled to bursting by that delicious big thing which she wanted so much.
Max was going at it now, driving her for the top
çower&fTy anofcM6erat:eïy. And'reâkâthgeverymà?-ute of it. He felt her body tense with excitement under him, straining, straining, for the explosion of joy that was so precariously near. She had forgotten everything but him, he could tell that. She had let go of everything except the feeling of his enormous manhood, his swollen, driving weapon inside her, promising to fulfill her need. He could feel every ounce of fear and restraint and propriety fall away from her as easily as leaves falling off of trees.
Women, Max grinned to himself, are fantastic! At this point he was having to think things in order to hang on to himself so that he wouldn't blow his cool and his load before the ball game was over. Mmm-hmm, Max thought privately between gritted teeth, women sure as hell are too much, at least the best of 'em. The best of 'em-well, they seduce like virgins and then they screw like whores. Get one of the good ones to the edge of her rocks, and you've got yourself a fuckin fine ride!
"Swing it baby, do it for me ... do it," Max coaxed her, loving the expression of raw arousal that crossed her face at these words.
He slid his hands onto the swinging mounds of her tits and began to knead and massage them fiercely, still holding the jack-hammer rhythm with his pelvis. He felt his balls bouncing and mashing into the deli-ciously slippery canyon of her struggling thighs. She answered his every thrust with her own lovely hips, and he could feel her muscles shuddering as she climbed towards the peak of her desire.
His strong skilled hands left her breasts, slid hungrily down the enticing curve of her torso, and grabbed onto the rounded mounds of her ass cheeks.
"Ohh, ohhhhh!'' Renée gasped in a delirium of arousal, "yes, yes ..."
Max dug in with relish, feeling the satin fullness of it filling his hands completely. He lifted her hips up against him so that his pumping rod could slam to the very mouth of her womb. He pulled the two white moons of her ass apart, stimulating the anal erotic nerves and making her gasp with uncontrollable excitement. He could tell that she was almost there now, that any second now he would feel glorious golden fireworks going off inside her.
"Give it to me baby, give it to me!" Max urged, coming down hard with his mouth on her slender velvety neck in a fierce kiss of passion. He slammed home again and again, and her cunt walls clutched at him frantically, sucking him in practically up to her tits. Suddenly she quivered all over, bucked up against him, and dug her fingernails into his back.
"Yes, oh yesssss!" Renée screamed as her orgasm welled up and exploded inside her, drenching every nerve in her body with liquid fire. She felt as if her flesh were being ripped apart, dissolved with ecstasy. Max kept the rhythm going in her cunt, riding her all the way to the end of the glorious spasms that were shaking her to the very depths of her being. Her gasping breaths made her tits heave deliciously as she thrashed beneath him.
"Ohh, Mon Dieu ..." Renée murmured, as the waves of joy began to die down. She relaxed her hold on him gradually, stroking his back with the fingernails that had just frantically clawed his flesh.
"Mmmmm, that's good," Max grinned, loving the soft sensation of pleasure after the moment of pain.
His hips slowed and stopped then, and he rested on the voluptuous pillow of her nakedness, his cock still hard and huge inside her. He felt the warm wash of her cunt juice against his tool, stimulated by the force of her climax.
"Oh Max," Renée breathed, "that was wonderful ... soooo wonderful..." She was still gasping a little, still light in the head from the earthquake her body had just experienced.
"It sure was honey, it sure was," Max grinned, stroking the fluffy richness of her hair. "Stick around for the next one, 'cause it'll be even betterl"
"Oh Max," Renée laughed up at him, "you sure know how to make a girl feel wanted."
Max smiled, twisting the masses of her golden hair around his fingers, loving the seductive softness of it against his skin. Then he slid slowly backwards, easing his way down her body and letting his tool slide teasingly out of her hole.
"Nnnhhh," she gasped as she felt him go, felt the engorged head of his prick slipping past her soaking wet cunt lips. He kept easing himself backwards, running his hands down her slender waist and over the curvaceous flair of her hips. He stroked and massaged the flesh, dipping his head down to nibble wetiy at her belly. She quivered with delight as his tongue struck the erotic nerves, teasing them into awareness again. His chest was forcing her thighs to part wider and wider, and finally he slid his hands down and grasped her knees, forcing them to bend and open.
He could feel the delicious dribbles of her cunt juice getting all over his chest as he worked himself down between her legs. The rich sexy aroma of it floated up to his nostrils, giving him a tantalizing preview of what he was about to enjoy. Her fluffy blonde pussy hair tickled against his sldn, making him tense with delight
He hovered above her open, waiting snatch, loving the way it beckoned to him like a delicate pink flower glistening with dew. He parted the swollen cunt lips wide, and felt her quiver with excitement. The throbbing bud of her clit thrust itself upward eagerly, already pulsing with arousal. He dipped his face forward then, and closed his mouth hungrily over the whole gaping wetness of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Renée sighed, completely relaxed now, abandoning herself totally to the erotic sensations that filled her. Her hands reached out and closed around the pillows that lay scattered over the couch. She clutched and grabbed at them, her fingernails digging deeply, kneading like a cat. Her lovely head tossed fitfully from side to side as pleasure welled up in her again.
Max was sucking gently now, pulling the swollen cunt hps deeply into his mouth, drinking down the sweet nectar that flowed right onto his tongue. With his hands he kept a steady stroking rhythm going on her thighs, and he could feel her muscles tensing and relaxing in response.
"Mmmmmm," he murmured, taking deep breaths of the rich pungent fragrance of her sex. Then he slid his tongue upwards and found the thrusting button of her clit She jumped with pleasure as the sudden shock of his tongue there washed over her. He began to wiggle it back and forth, stroking from side to side and then up and down. Rich waves of juice kept flowing out of her, and he sucked them in, swallowing down whole mouthfuls like honey. His tongue began to go faster and faster as he felt a rhythm starting in her hips.
Her shapely ass rose up from the couch, offering the brimming cup of her cunt hole to his lips. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to shove herself deeper and deeper against his face, trying to fill herself with the warm tantalizing wetness of his tongue. He began to lengthen his strokes, dipping down along the pussy grooves, pushing harder and harder. He could tell how she loved this from the way her hips begged him, keeping pace with the thrusts of his tongue.
Finally he slid all the way down, shoving against the rim of her hole. She cried out in ecstasy, her body bucking with the sudden spasm of excitement
"Yes, yes, fill me, eat me," Renée panted, lulled into a hypnotic trance of delight
Max waggled his tongue skillfully around the swollen edges of her opening. He was buried up to the nose in cunt flesh. He felt her really revving up now, getting ready for it again, getting almost frantic to have her emptiness filled again. He teased and teased, dipping into her hole and then back out again, feeling her whole body begin to shake with need.
"I want you, God, I want it so much!" Renée choked out slamming her hips desperately down against him. Max jabbed once more with his tongue, then licked his way up the pussy grooves, catching her clit at the end of his stroke. He swallowed the last of her sweet nectar and then came down on top of her again, enfolded by her warm welcoming arms.
All in one smooth motion he grasped her around the waist and rolled over on his back, pulling her on top of him. His huge pole jutted up from his body, pounding with desire now, desperate to find its berth, in her soft insides. He yanked her knees upwards, forcing her to straddle him, then eased her into position over his throbbing weapon. She was gasping and clinging to his neck, her fluffy hair falling in a graceful tumble over his face. He took her hips then and shoved, sitting her right down on his cock.
"Aauugghhhr she screamed, jolted with pain-pleasure as the enormous thing rammed its way home. She felt as if she was full to bursting, as if his huge rod would split her in half. Her head was spinning suddenly and she felt as if she was flying.
"Oh baby," Max grunted, driven nearly out of his mind by the sudden joy of her tight canal grasping and squeezing his prick. "Here we go, we're gonna do it now! We're gonna make it together baby, all the way to the top!"
He began pumping upwards in a frantic driving rhythm, feeling like his balls were about to burst His load welled up inside him, straining for the warm cavern of her womb. Hungrily he found her mouth, shoved her lips open and pushed his tongue in, nearly to the back of her throat. His mouth was filled with the sweet mingling tastes of her sex juice and her saliva, and he drank them all in, at the same time inhaling the fragrance of her hair.
Faster and faster his hips pumped, his engorged cock ramming her again and again. She strained backward with all her might, as if she wanted to impale herself, to split herself open with his sword.
"Ohhhhhhhh, do it do it to me, make me ... come ..." she gasped, tossing around frantically on top of him. Her tits heaved and flopped, caressing his chest driving him nearly wild with pleasure. He reached up and grabbed at the two swinging orbs as she raised herself above him. He squeezed them hard, making her cry out with intense pleasure. He felt the nipples puckering and nudging sharply into his palms.
On her face was an expression of rapt ecstasy, and her full lips glistened with his kisses. She was pumping back at him now, throwing her cunt at his rod in a total abandonment of passion. He hung on to the swollen glory of her tits for dear life, feeling his cream surging up inside him, about to shoot
"Ummnrmhhhhhh" Max gasped, giving one last driving thrust "I'm shooting in you baby, oh God, I'm filling you up!"
Jolts of ecstasy shook his body as a long jet of come burst from the tip of his prick and flooded her canal.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Renée screamed, falling forward against him. Her orgasm exploded like fireworks, and she could feel her cunt walls rippling and jerking as they straggled to soak up every drop of his cream. They thrashed violently, their bodies slamming together again and again as wave after wave of passion broke over them both.
Max felt her hole sucking at him, pulling him in, squeezing his balls dry. He kept pumping until the very last ounce of come was wrung out of him, until the very last ripple of ecstasy had died down. Then he felt Renée go limp against him, fulfilled and completely exhausted.
"Mmmrn" said Max happily, smoothing out the tangled golden masses of her hair with his big strong hands, "I can tell you one thing little lady. They don't grow 'em like you back in Texas. You're fantastic honey, absolutely fantastic!''
She gazed down at him with glowing sapphire blue eyes, indolent as a cat now that she was fulfilled. Max reflected idly what those eyes of hers might be worth on the international jewel market, and concluded that they could make him his entire fortune.
"And you, mon chère, you are magnifiquer Renée replied. "You Americans, you are always the best." Her charming, well-kissed mouth curved up into a sensuous pussycat smile. "Of course you will stay?"
Max made a mock bow to her, as graciously as a gangly Texan can while lying on his back. "Of course I will stay," he acquiesced gallantly.
For about three more hours, he thought silently, glancing surreptitiously at his watch. Then I'd better go and hunt up Ian and tell him what I know, which is next to nothing. And find out if he's still alive, which is next to important!