Chapter 18
A TRIP TO EUROPE, naturally! That's what two lovely teenage mistresses deserved.
I felt a trifle smug as I checked into the best hotel in Paris. I had no business in Paris, actually. My business was in Berlin, Madrid, and Rome.
But Paris was where the girls' charter plane had landed and the group had split up to go their separate ways. So I'd wired ahead here, making reservations for them and for myself in adjoining rooms. We'd do Paris together for a few days. Paris in the springtime, you know, and all that? It would be something Kathy and Jo would always remember. And remembering it, perhaps they'd also remember me?
After Paris, they'd fly on with me to my various business appointments and wind up seeing far more of Europe within a few days than any of the others in their sorority group would manage to see in weeks. And the very best part, they'd both seemed to think, was that they wouldn't have to fuck a single stranger, like the others would, to finance their tour. The very best part, actually, seemed to be the idea of putting something over on the older members of their sorority. That had been the part they'd both really gloated over.
When I turned from the reservations desk, there hurrying across the lobby to me came my two young lovelies. They flew into my eager arms together, kissing and hugging me as if we'd been separated for days or even weeks, instead of a mere matter of hours, since their plane's departure from the states a scant two hours ahead of mine. But it had seemed longer, even to me.
All the way up to the suite they chattered ceaselessly, acting strangely hyperactive and keyed up. When we were at last alone together again, I asked, "Well, what have my two darlings decided they would like most to see first, of all the sights and attractions available in Paris?"
Instantly, without the slightest hesitation, they chorused, as if they'd rehearsed it, "The only thing in Paris that's really important for us to see ... is dear Dore's delectable dong!"
That's exactly what they said, I swear it on the sweet cunt of a virgin. It seemed incredible. I stared at them incredulously, certain it was a put on.
Then they came at me, four hands unfastening clothes, pulling them off me. In one minute flat after I'd locked the door of my suite behind us, they had me peeled, stripped stark naked. And both of them were tearing their own clothes off like they had some kind of bet on about which one could do her strip fastest. You never saw tits flying and asses bobbing like they were around that suite for about a minute.
Then Kathy and Jo both stood before me as naked as I was. And two such visions of feminine lusciousness few men have ever been lucky enough to feast their eyes upon. But I still couldn't believe they both were more interested in enjoying more sex with me than in anything else Paris had to offer.
I said, "You two've got to be kidding! We couldn't've stayed home and done this."
"But here you won't be risking a jail term if we got caught," Kathy piped up brightly. "You can relax more, so you'll be able to enjoy fucking us more."
"Or 'able to enjoy more pleasure from it," Joanna chimed in, "because you'll be able to feel more relaxed while you're fucking us."
"Besides, we're supposed to find someone to fuck to earn all our expenses," Kathy reminded, her eyes shining with a strange brightness, "so we've got to earn some expense money before we have the price of seeing any sights."
"And besides that," Joanna declared seriously, "we've both missed you so much we can hardly stand it!"
I opened my arms and they both rushed to me, pressing their luscious nakedness against mine.
My cock was standing up so rigidly before my belly he seemed almost ready to sprout wings.
With our arms twined around each other, we started toward the bed without a word being spoken about it. As we went, my cock swaying back and forth as it thrust out ahead of us, leading the way, I suggested, "We are in France, after all, so what do you say we start this off with a French-style menage?"
"How on earth would that work?" Joanna demanded.
I shrugged, explaining, "How else? ... I eat one of you, that's French style. One of you eats the other while the other does me."
Instantly Joanna protested, "That lesbian scene's for the birds. I'll volunteer to have you French me while Kathy goes first on your joystick, like we did that other time. Then she'll get it French style from you while I fly on your joystick. We'll all get lots better kicks that way."
"I second the motion," Kathy piped up.
I hardly got myself flattened upon the bed before Kathy was astride me. She swung her beautiful tits back and forth, letting the nipples brush my lips.
I caught those incredibly ripe young tits between my hands and pressed them together. I drew both pink nipples into my hungry mouth together, bringing an instant moan of pleasure out of Kathy.
She dropped her sweet ass on me hard, slamming her steaming cunt down upon my cock. She ground them together while I licked and sucked and nibbled her titties. Her moans kept growing louder.
Suddenly she raised herself, opening a space between our bellies. A hand went for my cock and gripped it. She began stroking the head of it back and forth against the shaft of her rigid clitoris, at the same time pressing her tits down harder against my mouth. Her moans were becoming like low cries of pain.
Abruptly she switched my cock from her clitoris to the lips of her cunt. Those steaming lips gripped it. Her ass came thrusting downward. My rigid cock went plunging into her hotly slippery cunt to its roots.
Her cunt's sheath clung caressingly to the rigid shaft of my cock. It fit me like a finely tailored glove, as if she had been made for me alone. Long years before, however, I'd made the discovery that the perfection of the fit a woman's cunt makes with almost any normal-sized cock slipped into it provides one of the most universal delights about the coupling of a man with a loving woman. The great mystery is how one cunt can so frequently give a whole variety of men that feeling of a special fitting with their individual cock, that illusion of exclusiveness for them and them alone, although the woman may regularly indulge in a goodly number of couplings with different partners. I can't explain it, but I know it's a fact, a reality, so I'm not deceived by the feeling. But in Kathy's case, as well as Joanna's, my cock did happen to be the only cock their sweet young cunts had yet been fitted to. So for once the feeling Kathy's cunt gave me was bona fide.
Kathy began bobbing her sweet ass over me, stroking my cock in and out of her tightly clinging cunt while I gobbled greedily away at her luscious young tits. But I hadn't forgotten Joanna. When our coupling was working smoothly, without letting up for an instant on Kathy's tits twisted my head until my eyes located Joanna.
I discovered her pacing, obviously so hot she was nearly ready to climb the wall. As she paced, her burning eyes were fixed upon Kathy as she rode me.
About that same instant, my cock discovered the beginning of a change in the inner surfaces of Kathy's cunt, a signal that she was rapidly approaching orgasm. I pulled my mouth away from Kathy's tits.
Her eyes popped open with a look of alarm. "Time Joanna joined us," I told her. "The way you're building, if we wait much longer to put our menage a trots together, it'll be too late to bother. You'll be coming."
"I'm already so close I can't wait!" Kathy protested, her words coming in breathless gasps.
I gestured to Joanna, urging, "Hurry!"
Joanna needed no second invitation. She'd done this before, so she needed no directions. All she needed was release for her dammed up passion. I didn't even have to remind her to reach back and take my mouth's place teasing Kathy's tits.
As Joanna's fingers closed upon Kathy's nipples, I felt Kathy resume riding me, stroking my cock in and out of her fiery cunt again steadily. I thrust my tongue into Joanna's sweet cunt as far as I could make it reach. A gasp came gushing out of her, but she kept her hands busy behind her on Kathy's tits.
As a reward for her devotion to duty, I sent my hot tongue licking deeply into her steaming cunt again, drawing another sharp gasp that turned into a groan of pleasure. Then I licked upward to her rigid clitoris.
Joanna screamed as the tip of my tongue stroked along her clitoris caressingly. And her skyrocketing excitement obviously was intensifying Kathy's. Kathy began riding me more wildly and harder, then harder still, beginning to really hammer my cock in and out of her ravenous cunt, her cries rising steadily.
I began sucking at Joanna's clitoris as I stroked it with the tip of my tongue. That brought another wavering, anguished scream from somewhere deep inside her. Almost frantically she pressed her cunt against my mouth harder. She began thrusting her tits against my caressing hands insistently; I began pulling her rigid nipples harder.
With another agonized scream Joanna started coming! Talk about blasting off. She really went into orbit, screaming all the way.
That scream of hers seemed to trigger Kathy. She blasted off too for outer space, screaming just as wildly as Joanna. She began riding me like a wild woman.
Talk about something out of this world! You should try it, having two women up on space shots simultaneously. Wild!
I was too busy to think about what I was feeling myself. A juggler keeping two hot rocks in the air couldn't have been busier.
And just because they were both in orbit, I didn't slack off. In fact I went to work even harder to stimulate each of them, to keep their excitement at orgasmic pitch. And they both kept firing, time after time after time, going from one orgasm right into another without any pause between. They both really had been hotter than pistols.
Then right in the midst of all their screaming and taking on, Kathy suddenly jumped up, jerking my stiff cock right out of her sizzling cunt as she grabbed Joanna's shoulders, yelling, "It's not fair for me to ride his joystick any longer, honey! It's your turn! Come on, trade places!"
Politicians claim trading horses in the middle of a stream is dangerous, but those two made that swap without either of them ending her orgasm. And after the switch, they both kept right on coming one time right after another, exactly like a string of firecrackers going off in sequence. All my life I've heard guys kid about how great they think it'd be to get fucked to death. Well I'm telling you, I was beginning to wonder.
You've heard stories about newlyweds holing up in a hotel room and trying to wear it out? Well, that was sure what those two girls tried to do. They didn't see anything of Paris, and neither of them seemed to give a damn. The more I fucked them, the more they wanted to be fucked, and sightseeing was unimportant by comparison. I lost thirty pounds before we finally landed in Rome.
Our first day in Rome, each of the girls found herself a virile young Latin lover she let start helping me out. I didn't offer any complaints. like the old saying goes, too much of even the best things gets to be just ... too much!