Loading...Summer classes had always been a drag for me. The students were always more captivated by the rays of sunlight crashing through foggy classroom windows than with my explanations on how context was one of the most important aspects to master when translating a literary work. And more often than not the students were as fogged up as the windows were as they fought off the haze of the previous night’s partying. Not that I blames them — there were still parts of my early days attending university that were a blur.
But that had ended a long time ago. I was the teacher now — a 37 year old widower trying to hustle along a small group of students who needed extra credits to get into their respective programs. This summer’s crop was comprised of 18 students, mostly young women headed for careers teaching English as a second language or completing a communications degree. That made the whole ordeal more palatable though: I was teaching at a French university and the young women in Québec were just about the most beautiful and carefree I’d encountered in all of Canada.
But the cardinal rule as a teacher was never cross the line and become involved with a student — funny that I should stick to such a rule since that was how I’d met my wife. She’d been doing her masters and made extra money as a teacher’s aid while I was a student in her class. She was only 5 years older than me, a lithe, slim woman with sharp features, bright brown eyes and long, straight red hair and a mind as sharp as a freshly forged katana — a stark contrast to my barrel chested physique better suited to working a field that mastering the works of Leonard Cohen or Marguerite Atwood. My hair was short and I sported a full beard (my rebellion against the mounting trend towards androgyny). I fell in love with her the moment she pronounced the first syllable of my name. With the determination of a bloodhound after and escaped convict, I finally convinced her to go out with me. From that day we never looked back. We went through a traditional courtship and we married after dating for a year. I was 21 and she was 26 and we were happy.
Fifteen years later, fate thought I had it too good and decided to even things out: my wife, Sonia, became a statistic for the ministry of transportation. Another death related to drunk driving, serving to justify another shocking ad campaign to be aired on television.
But, as time went by and mourning drifted more and more towards forgetting, the faculty requested I get back into the game.
So it was June 19th and I was writing my name on the blackboard in front of 18 pairs of weary eyes that dreamed of beaches and sunshine and Molson beer.
“My name is Colin Reilly,” I said as I highlighted my name by underscoring it with a screeching streak of chalk. Faces winced and shoulders exposed by skimpy halter tops shuddered as the sound pulled the students from their reverie.
I looked at the chalk with a scowl. “Remind me not to do that again,” I said to the classroom while tossing the piece of chalk onto the simple folding table that served as my desk.
I held their partially divided attention while I distributed the list of class objectives and outlined the expectations I had for them. I then went back to my desk and asked them to outline what they expected from me and the course. I was greeted by a litany of clichéd statements in broken English about improving skills and getting a better grasp of the nuances of the language.
But all that grounded to a halt when I reached the last 2 students — they were seated right next to the exit at my left. I had noticed them intently listening to me while I presented the course but now the intensity with which they both observed me was unnerving. They stood out like beacons of sexuality and their beautiful eyes were riveted on me and I was suddenly very self-conscious about the way I looked: I’d shaved that morning but stubble already shaded my cheeks and chin; my hair was basically cut in an old fashioned buzz cut, but it did complement my wide face and square jaw (so I’d been told); I wore silver rimmed glasses that highlighted my blue eyes (that was how they were sold to me); I wore khaki colored shorts and a white linen shirt — I knew my calves and forearms were bare and I was proud of their pronounced musculature. I played serious tennis 4 times a week (the only activity that kept me sane after Sonia died) — but I did have beer/age induced love handles and fine lines around my eyes and mouth.
My self-consciousness quickly dissipated as I admired the young women I’d apparently captivated. The one closest to me — I remembered from when we had introduced ourselves her name was Gitane (pronounced Gee-Tan) — was a short brunette with long flowing hair and big brown eyes frames by red glasses resting on a regal nose. Her oval shaped lips were shaded a deep crimson and where they joined seemed to trace a line that delimited her unblemished, oval shaped face. Though she was seated, her ample breasts were on prominent display in the black, thinly strapped halter she wore. Her cleavage rose hypnotically as she breathed in a controlled manner. I noticed a red, lacy bra strap peeking out from beneath halter straps. I saw from beneath her desk a pair of finely toned legs peeking from a white, flowing skirt — and I realized she had subtly guided my overview of her taut, young body with the force of her gaze.
Behind Gitane was Roma. She was an example of timeless beauty: she possessed a high forehead crowned by long and wavy blond hair she kept parted on the side. Her tresses framed broad, symmetrical features — her gems were beautiful, big hazel eyes that seemed to sparkle when they caught the light at just the right angle. Roma’s eyebrows were thin and accented her facial expressions with a sense of elegance, yet the small mole near her right eyebrow maintained a sense of whimsy to her every smile. Above the crescent of her sharp chin was a naturally alluring, heart-shaped mouth carved from thick, sensual lips. Roma wore a low-cut, green wrap-around shirt. She tilted her head slightly to the left, allowing for some of her locks to drift upon her chest and my gaze fell upon the exposed, golden skin between her breasts. Though much smaller than Gitane’s and somewhat less firm, Roma’s breasts swayed freely with her every motion, adding to her aloof, free-spirited sensuality.
I was staring at a pair of living wet dreams — every alarm bell suddenly went off in my head and I steadied myself and walked back around my desk and quickly sat down, hoping none had noticed the mounting tent in my khakis.
Before I could say anything Gitane broke the silence that had embraced the class while I’d traded conspicuously long glances with her and Roma. “Roma and I want always want to meet every challenge we come across,” Gitane said with a light French accent. Her voice was low and rumbled with the ease of someone used to getting what she wanted.
“Dat’s right m’sieur Reilly,” Roma chimed in. Her voice was more musical and more heavily accented than Gitane’s — I suddenly imagined them saying my name in tandem while I would explore their supple forms with every moving part of my body.
The alarm bells in my head and the churning in my stomach and the resurrected erection in my pants screamed a quarrel between my obligations as a teacher, the respect I owed Sonia’s memory, and the desire long dormant since her death.
“Well, I’m sure your both up to the challenge this summer has in store for you,” I said. After saying those words and reading the hungry look and sly smiles on their young faces I realized I’d just invited these two 20 year-old minxes to try and seduce me. The temperature in the classroom climbed a few notches and I could feel the eyes of the other students bore into me till I gave them what I felt had to be a dangerous smile, warning them that this was between me and the girls. I licked my lips an quelled any objections my reason or memories could raise.
Sonia’s face flashed briefly before my eyes, her broad smile somehow condoning my desires.
“So lets get this show on the road,” I said with renewed vigor and had them pull out their text books.
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After that initial display, we all had a weekend to cool down and that following Monday, June 22nd, went by smoothly — Gitane and Roma remained low-key in their actions, although I always felt their intense gaze follow me wherever I went. I was embracing the attention, always sitting on my desk in such a way that my crotch pointed their way, my state of semi-arousal clearly visible. When I was asked questions I would kneel in front of the student’s desk, but when one of the minxes raised a question, they both made the effort of catching my attention with a light touch to my forearm, or by whispering my name when I was close. I made sure I leaned over their shoulders, paying as much attention to what they were asking as to how far I could see down their shirts — both Gitane and Roma had the good graces of pressing their bosoms against my arm when I supported myself on their desks.
The class made good progress despite the obvious tension mounting between me, Gitane and Roma. Part of me feared others in the class would report my actions to the faculty staff, but that other part of me, the animal that had been dormant since Sonia died, wanted them to see how it desired and how it was desired.
The following day, June 23rd, proved to be much more hectic as the students often broke into small cackling groups, discussing what they were to be doing for the next 2 days. I wondered what had them so excited as I tried to regain order — even the sexual tension with the minxes was overshadowed by the static excitement of the class.
It was Roma who pulled my blinders off: “M’sieur Reilly, demain c’est la St-Jean!” she exclaimed in her musical French. “La fête Nationale!”
I raised an eyebrow and Roma just sighed, her beautiful tits straining against her white, skintight t-shirt. I finally noticed her ripe nipples pushing against the thin fabric when she turned to face me — I felt like they were reaching for me. I leaned against my desk and Roma walked up to my right side and rested a hand on the desk. She picked up my desk calendar, turned her head in my direction and tilted it to her left, letting her luscious blond hair cover part of her face, giving her a faintly animalistic look. Her hazel eyes peered at me like those of a lioness through the golden grasses of some African Savannah.
“Tomorrow is a nationale ‘oliday, m’sieur Reilly No school. No students — no teachers. Just music and beer.”
I had been out of the loop for so long that I’d forgotten that June 24th was Québec’s national holiday, la St-Jean Baptiste, named after John the Baptist. It was the day the French culture affirmed its identity with manifestations of song and patriotic speeches on how a small island of French existed in a sea of English. I remembered being swept up when I was younger into the sovereignist fervor — the parties I attended with Sonia in our twenties were always like mini Woodstock festivals. We often ended up drunk and stoned and fucking like rabbits to the progressive grooves of Québec artists like Harmonium, or to the funky rock of local legend Robert Charlebois.
But since the ’95 referendum, such fervor was a dying beast. The holiday was more like a national “Fuck You” to Canada’s English elite — the younger generations had forgone the political and concentrated on the festive.
That was good enough for me.
“So I guess there’s going to be a concert and fireworks display tonight, right?” I asked as I gazed into her eyes. She responded with the slightest nod and a blink. “Is that where I’ll find all the beautiful people?” I asked without thinking. Roma giggled and sashayed back to her desk.
That’s when I felt warm skin touching my hand and realized Gitane was propped up against the desk like I was, her hand brushing up against mine. We were both looking at Roma as she slid back into her seat with cat-like finesse. I glanced over at Gitane and again fell in admiration of her body — curvaceous hips and a bubbly ass and large breasts — all the attributes that screamed sex. My cock stirred and despite the fact it was for all the class to see, I did nothing to hide it.
Gitane met my eyes with her penetrating gaze and moved a stray lock of her buoyant brown hair behind her perfectly shaped ear. “There will be beautiful people at my house tonight. Roma will be there. Would you come?”
“You have a house?” I asked as I challenged her gaze.
“It’s a house my parents own — they let Roma and me live there while we’re doing our summer classes. In September it fills up with students but for the summer we have it all to ourselves.”
“I don’t think it would be appropriate for a teacher to attend a party like that … You should be in the park, with others.” The words came out like a groan. Gitane’s hand had covered mine and she turned in such a way that our knees touched. The class suddenly ceased to exist and I was alone with Gitane, under Roma’s careful observation.
“I don’t like crowds — unless you think three’s a crowd,” she whispered. “And remember what Roma said: no students and no teachers. Just music and beer … and whatever else we can think of.”
So the stage was set and all I had to do was say yes. I glanced over at Roma and she smiled — her tongue suddenly darted across her lips and I followed her hand as it slipped beneath the top of her desk and touched the inside of her thighs. She gently moves her fingers back and forth in a come hither motion till she touched the space where I knew her pussy waited.
Gitane tightened her grip on my hand. “What’s it gonna be, boy? Yes or no?” I smiled as I recognized the line from the album version of ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light.’
“Three’s the only crowd that’ll be there?” I asked as I fought to steady my erratic heartbeat. Gitane answered with the same subtle nod and blink that Roma had given me earlier. In my mind’s eye Gitane’s eyes were closed while my lips were pressed to hers and my cock slipped into her tight cunt while Roma explored our united bodies with deft hands, finding and squeezing my balls in one hand while rubbing Gitane’s clit with the other.
“If I say yes I won’t be able to teach the class anymore,” I declared as a vestige of reason resurfaced and tried to harness my sexy beast.
Gitane let go of my hand, moved about and inch away from me, and faced the classroom . I’d let the day degenerate and there was no way I could regain control — control of anything.
“The invitation is out there,” Gitane coolly echoed. “You do a you wish, Mr Reilly. But if you decide to come, come around eleven. And bring a bathing suit if you want.” She brazenly reached into her cleavage and pulled out a piece of paper she laid flat on the desk. I recognized an address and a phone number.
“Yes,” I answered to her invitation — my heart was now calm and I felt a release sweep across my body.
“Class is dismissed for the rest of the day,” I announced to their myriad cheers. Some of the other students watched as Roma and Gitane deliberately took their time to gather their things and leave the classroom. Gitane gave me a wink before exiting.
Class was dismissed, but I realized the lessons were far from over.
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I spent the rest of the day in anxious anticipation of what the night had to bring. As I went about my regular chores, laundry, dishes, etc … I replayed the flirtatious seduction that had defined my relationship with Gitane and Roma. I realized that it had to be something they’d planned even before I entered the classroom — there was no way two beautiful young women like them would spontaneously want their teacher.
It dawned on me that the whole set-up might be a way to humiliate an overly horny teacher — get a few laughs at the expense of the loser who hasn’t been laid in two years. That triggered a sudden rush of anger at my apparent naiveté — but lust quickly drowned the anger as the image of their supple flesh filled my mind and I imagined us entwined in various coupling combinations.
The risk/reward ratio was to great. I didn’t really have anything to lose as far as teaching went — the summer course was the last one I’d decided I was going to give. And if it ended earlier because of a tryst with two students — fuck it. It was time I took hold of my life again.
Around 10 pm I hopped into the shower and cleansed off all doubt — under the powerful rush of water my cock grew to its full length, free from the constraints of clothing and conventions, fed by the thought of Gitane and Roma stroking it with reverent fervor. I held it tightly as I envisioned the women working its sides with their tongues and lips. Without even jerking it my cock spasmed as it sought orgasm — I squeezed the base where my cock met my pelvis and the flow of come was halted although waves of pleasure weakened my legs and I almost fell to my knees under the shower.
I quickly toweled myself dry and shaved and applied some Drakkar Noir eau de toilette. The night, I realized, was hot and humid. So much so that my hair refused to dry completely despite my best efforts. Sweaty, I dressed in a dark blue linen shirt, leaving the top two buttons open, showing off my hairy chest. I then slipped on boxers and white linen pants and dark sandals.
“You clean up pretty good, old man,” I said to myself as I checked the mirror. But the shirt was already clinging to my flesh because of the heat. It made me feel even hornier as I imagined the minxes peeling the shirt off.
I threw a change of clothes in a duffel bag, along with black swim trunks.
I drove my silver Toyota Echo hatchback down the back roads that led to Gitane’s residence. It wasn’t too far out of the city but sticking to the longer back roads route allowed me to evade the cavalcade of police I knew were monitoring the main roads in order to nab drunk drivers — I was thankful for that but didn’t want to chance an interception.
I drove to a halt before what I could only describe as a majestic house. It was two stories tall; the front was made of red and gray brickwork but was dominated by large windows that spanned the width of the house. I got out of my car and walked up to the front door, the duffel bag slung over my shoulder, and rang the bell. There was no answer. I knew it was about a quarter to eleven — I checked the car’s clock before getting out. I fumed as I started to think I’d been played till I noticed music coming from the direction of the backyard. I recognized music from Harmonium’s landmark album ‘L’Heptade.’
I sighed and made my way to the backyard. The hot and hazy night air carried the sound of laughter and splashing water to my receptive ears and my cock latched on to the image of Roma and Gitane frolicking in the pool and grew stiff against my pants. I walked till I stood before an unlatched wooden gate. It was now or never. I pushed the gate open and walked through.
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The first thing I noticed was all the torches that surrounded the in ground pool. It gave the whole yard a surreal, fantasy like atmosphere. Then there were the lights that shined upwards from the bottom of the pool, giving the water a wavy halo-like effect. Finally I saw the two sirens laughing and splashing each other with infectious glee. I felt like I’d just walked into a porn film fantasy world.
“Mr Reilly, you made it,” Gitane shouted as she hoisted herself out of the water. I was caught breathless at how her devastating curves were showcased by her black bikini and how sexy she looked with her long hair plastered to her head. Her bikini was covered with white polka dots that sparkled in the shimmering lights. But it was how her moistened skin glistened that truly captured my attention as I imagined the feeling of licking every inch of her dry.
“The offer was to good to refuse,” I said as I dropped the duffel bag. I watched as Roma pulled herself out of the water at the other side of the pool. She wore a white one-piece suit that had a low-cut back — she reached down into what I saw was a cooler and pulled out a bottle of Fin du Monde, a strong locally brewed beer. While she was bent over to pick up the bottle her heart-shaped ass was obviously on display for my appreciation. And appreciate it I did.
“Une bière?” Roma offered once she rounded the pool and joined Gitane and me. I took the beer from her hand and our fingers touched briefly and lingered — I knew tonight was real.
I unscrewed the top and took a deep swill from the chilled bottle, enjoying how the coarse liquid slid down my throat while the condensation of its surface dripped over my fingers. I felt a bit of beer dribble down my chin and my neck and into my exposed chest hair.
“Shouldn’t waste,” Gitane said and she stepped forward — she had to be about 5’2 as the top of her forehead came to my lips. She boldly pushed my chin aside and placed her tongue where the beverage stuck to my chest hair and she gently licked the beer up all the way to where it had trickled from my lips. I noticed that Roma was smiling and had her hands on her friend’s shoulders.
Gitane touched my lips with her tongue and then quickly pulled away before I could react. Despite the heat I felt goosebumps whip across my skin at this teasing.
“Is that how you clean up every mess?” I asked as the remnants of her scent tingled my nostrils.
“Only when the mess is really dirty, Mr Reilly,” Gitane said. Roma giggled.
“Colin. My name is Colin.”
“OK, Colin,” Roma said as she let go of Gitane and wrapped her arms around mine. She moved from side to side, rubbing her tits against my skin and making her nipples harder and harder till the poked against my goosebumps. She closed her eyes as she did and I realized she was moving to the music coming from the radio next to the cooler. “Do you ‘ave a bading suit?”
“Yeah,” I answered, my voice low, almost menacing. “Let me just change into it.”
Roma let me go and they both watched me, likely expecting me to change somewhere private — but I had another plan. I wanted to see where their boundaries were, if they had any.
“Oh,” they both exclaimed as I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off. I hadn’t been shirtless in front of a woman, let alone two, in a very long while and I savored how I felt their eyes travel across my body. For two years I mourned my wife and maintained my sanity by playing tennis and working out for that — I’d lost 40 pound during that time and though I had love handles I was proud of my body. And from the way Roma chewed lightly on Gitane’s shoulder showed me she also appreciated what she saw. Gitane licked her lips.
Roma rested her head on Gitane’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around the shorter woman’s waist while I kicked off my sandals — I undid my pants and slid them off with my boxers in one fluid movement. There could be no denying my arousal as my erection bobbed left and right as I shook my feet free and reached in the duffel bag for my trunks.
“Dat will be tight,” Roma said while I pulled the shorts over my stiff member.
“You have no idea, Roma. I’m hoping to have some assistance with this condition, tonight.”
“I thought that was obvious,” Gitane said as she took my beer I had placed on the grass and rubbed it across her chest, condensation mixing with her sweat. Before she could drink from it I snatched it from her and held the body to my lips. I watched her as I wiped the combination of her sweat and moisture from the bottle with my tongue, smiling at the tangy mixture. I followed it with a mouthful of beer. Roma was chewing her lower lip.
“I wasn’t sure, Gitane.” It still felt a bit odd to use their names out of the classroom. “I didn’t know if you two were playing me. I had doubts up to when I opened the gate to the backyard.”
Gitane pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and Roma dived into the pool. “We did not know what it was going to be. Roma found out you were going to be the summer teacher and she felt you could use some good times.”
“So, seduce the brokenhearted teacher and team-fuck him?”
“Oui,” Roma said as she bobbed her head out of the water. “Give ‘im a summer ‘e will remember.”
I loved how the “h” sound was so foreign to French people. “I certainly have felt more alive these past few days than I have since Sonia died.”
Gitane walked up to me and took the beer from me hand, kissed its neck and took a mouth full. “Is there a better time to return to life than in the summer? Everything is green, everyone seems fresh and free …”
I cut Gitane off by suddenly pulling her close to me, crushing her large, firm tits to my chest. I slid my arms around her waist and grabbed her rounded ass, pressing her lower stomach against the erection she had seen moments earlier. “You’re right, Gitane. Life never waits and there is no better time to start living than the summer.”
That’s when I mashed my lips to hers — she showed no hesitation and willingly parted them so my tongue could greet hers and I partook to explore the topography of her mouth. We moved erratically as our tongues danced — I felt that Gitane was in total control despite the seemingly chaotic way we kissed. My breath caught in my throat when I felt her small hands slip into my trunks and squeeze my ass and then move around to hold my cock and balls.
I waited while she held my manhood in her grasp. “I wonder if it will stay so big,” Gitane said slyly. Her hands were out of my swim trunks and I was moving backwards, falling towards the cool water of the pool.
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The shock was actually short lived as I twisted beneath the surface of the pool and began to swim with delight. I enjoyed the cool water and easily gathered my bearing as the pool was illuminated. Looking around I notice a piece of white fabric floating near the surface — Roma was somewhere without her bathing suit.
I broke the surface and saw Gitane waving at me from the cooler, drinking another beer while she sat on a comfortable looking long-chair. I waved back when something suddenly dragged me under. I felt strong fingers tugging at my swim trunks and I gargled an underwater laugh as Roma pulled them off. I assisted her when they snagged on my engorged cock; I then watched her swim around me with the grace of a dolphin. Her sun-like hair flowed like a sensual trail as she whisked by me with surprising speed; I was better able to admire her slender form under water — her ass was a bit rounded but was also firm and muscled and topped with a tattoo of a bleeding rose amidst thorny branches. She then turned, showing me the quality of her taut stomach and the feminine flare of her hips and her cleanly shaved pussy.
I took measure of these two minxes: Roma was long and elegant and energetic like a gazelle, while Gitane awakened a more primitive sensuality made of curves and sweat and almost violent need. But both were built to fuck and they wanted to be fucked by me.
I resurfaced for another breath and dived back down, eager to follow Roma. She circled me as I twisted to keep track of her; her smallish breasts bounced around as they were carried by the currents our strokes generated. When she swam up against me from behind her hard nipples pressed into my flesh and her hands found my cock. We both surfaced as I had to gasp at the sensation of her hands pumping my swollen cock to a size I hadn’t felt in years!
“Sa queue est encore plus grosse sous l’eau,” Roma sang, commenting on how I was actually bigger in the water.
Her closeness was too much for me to bear — I maneuvered her to the edge of the shallow side of the pool and turned her to face me. Roma placed her hands on the edge and opened her legs, ready to kick as she expected me to hoist her out of the water. But I held her tight by her tiny waist, reached into the water to grasp my cock and I placed it at the smooth opening of her pussy.
Momentary shock lit her face as my cock parted her pussy lips and I slowly thrust upward while lowering her onto it. “Shit,” she hissed when I slid completely into her somewhat resistive cunt. Roma was wet and ready to receive me but I had to give her pussy an instant to comfortably adapt to my meat . She instinctively wrapped her legs around me and the water began to splash violently while I unleashed a torrent of lust through my bucking hips.
“Colin! Oui! Oui!” Roma screamed as I lifted her up and then impaled her on my rigid tool in rapid succession. The water added extra fluidity to our motions and that heightened our pleasure as her clit rubbed against my pubic hair. She dug her fingernails into my shoulder blades and bit my neck and she occasionally trembled as I fucked her with abandon. Years of dormant lust let loose and Roma was the first to feel the beast.
I could hear Gitane urge us on while Roma rode my rod — under the flickering flames of the torches I saw that Gitane was humping a beer bottle, pressing it tightly to her pussy and rapidly moving it up and down. Her free hand had slipped into her bikini top and I watched as she pinched her nipples hard enough to make her flinch and I heard her ragged moan drown out the music .
So many sounds of sex and orgasm filled my ears that I forgot what words or language could mean so I let my primitive passions full reign and I fucked Roma with even more savagery. All that mattered was the fuck.
“Ahh! Ahhh!” I heard Roma moan from some distant realm as I was overcome by a sweltering wave of lust that traversed my limbs. All I was aware of was the rush of the water flowing against our bodies, the cool smacking of our flesh and Roma’s pussy working to match the frequency of my thrusts.
I suddenly froze and groaned and moaned simultaneously as I unleashed a flood of come into Roma’s expectant pussy — after so many months of self-satisfaction the sensation of filling a woman with my seed was overwhelming. Wanting to fill her I continued to thrust my spurting cock into her and I kissed her with mad passion and Roma answered with her ravenous, perfect lips exploring my face and neck and her hungry cunt milking the last drops of my come as my body was racked with involuntary twitching, the aftermath of my glorious orgasm.
“Roma,” I moaned. “Oh Roma, that was so fucking good — after so long that was so good!”
“Shh …” she went as she covered my face with amazingly tender kisses. I kissed her back while I slipped out of her young pussy. Separated, I bolstered myself out of the pool and gave Roma my hand and helped her out as well.
Sitting at the edge of the pool, Roma held my hand and rested her head on my shoulder while we watched Gitane. We were awed as we saw that Gitane had removed her bikini top and had apparently grabbed a handful of ice from the beer cooler and had spread it across her magnificent tits. I marveled at how her pointy, pink nipples reached skyward seemingly emerging from a sea of ice. She was grabbing handfuls of ice and rubbing them across her nipples and squeezing her tits while her other hand was deep in her bikini bottom and moving furiously — Gitane’s face was contorted with pleasure and we enjoyed the sounds of her orgasm.
I looked at the young blond at my side and I pulled her across my lap. I glanced at Gitane then back at Roma — Roma’s tits were smaller than Gitane’s, but her nipples were longer and colored a deep crimson.
“Ohhhh …” Roma sighed when I took one of her inch-long nubs into my mouth and lightly bit it while sliding my hand down her taut stomach. When I reached the crest of her cunt, she spread her legs and I spread her pussy lips and slid a finger across her crackling clit and into her cunt. I slowly repeated that in and out movement, applying deliberate pressure on her clit and reaching for her G-spot — Roma shook and moaned under my ministrations and she bucked her hips when I found her tender G-spot.
“Ahhhh! Ouuuuiiii!! J’vieeeennns” Roma screamed when she grabbed my hand and came hard, torn between stopping me from rubbing her overly sensitive sex and forcing me to rub her more harshly. I chose the former and slowly released her and admired her trembling form as the after-effects of her orgasm subsided.
I stood up — my cock was still hard though my knees were still wobbly from my previous orgasm — and looked down at the beautiful Roma, enjoying how her smell stuck to my cock despite the fact we fucked in pool water. I hoped Gitane wouldn’t mind.
With a determined stride, I made may way to where Gitane was still fingering herself. I saw Roma move to a place where she could watch us with her familiar, studied intensity.
I felt like a god of fuck as I watched this little brunette bring herself off. I was in a mood to play, so when I reached her long-chair, standing to her left, I gently nudged her cheek with the head of my cock.
Gitane lazily opened one eye. “About time,” she moaned and gently kissed the tip of my meat. I threw my head back as I was subjugated by the sensation of her lips touching the underbelly of my cock with a series of kisses. She alternated the kisses with long strokes of her hot tongue. I felt my knees almost give out when she cupped my balls — she held them along with a handful of ice. They sought to retreat into my body but she’d pull the ice away before they disappeared completely.
Kiss. Lick. Cold. Kiss. Lick. Cold. Kiss. Lick. Cold. Gitane’s alternating sequence of sensation was like a sweet sickness designed to infect me with another bout of mad desire. Through the haze of lust I reached down and pinched her nipple and I felt Gitane’s lips morph into a smile. That’s when I saw her put the few ice cubes that hadn’t melted into her mouth and she proceeded to engulf my cock.
“Ahhrrghhhh,” was all I could muster — my skin was exposed to the hot and humid summer night air while my most sensitive attribute was a swirl in a tempest of cracking cold and rapid tongue. Gitane had shifted her position and was facing me, her brown hair frizzy because of the humidity. She was fully dedicated to my cock. I placed my hands on her sweaty shoulders and watched with perverted fascination as Gitane’s tits bobbed back and forth as she used her whole body to drive my cock deeply into her devious mouth.
I groaned when Gitane opened her mouth completely and took my member fully into her gaping maw — cool water from the melted ice cubes dribbled from the corners of her lips and down my balls, igniting an eruption of goosebumps that spread like wildfire across my flesh. My breathing became ragged when she clasped her lips tightly on the base of my cock and eased her head back — she caved her cheeks and pushed my cock against her palate with her mighty tongue. My member was trapped in a warm, moist cloistering of flesh. Amazingly, Gitane maintained such a countenance as she did it again and again, pulling from me groans of pleasure with her every pass.
“Christ almighty!” I moaned when Gitane slipped a hand across my balls and found my asshole — she tickled the little brown eye with her finger and I was suddenly unleashed and fucking her mouth nearly as violently as I’d fucked Roma just moments before. Gitane was gagging on my tool but allowing me to have my way with her throat as wild strands of saliva dribbled down her chin.
“You like that, don’t you Colin?” Gitane rhetorically asked as she momentarily held me from her mouth, slobber dripped down her ample chest. “You like fucking my mouth. And you taste like Roma.”
“I fucking love it,” I answered and she allowed me to grab a fistful of her hair and continue to fuck her mouth, but I was much slower, savoring the sensual dance I shared with her active tongue.
“But I want all of you, Gitane,” I whispered in her ear as I pulled my spit covered cock from her talented mouth. In its stead I placed a delicate kiss upon her oval shaped lips and I slowly kneeled so we were nearly face to face. My kiss grew bolder and she opened her mouth and allowed me to explore her tongue’s sanctum. When the two organs met, they twirled around each other and sought to ignite a fire of lust. I felt Gitane stiffen slightly when I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy through her bikini bottom.
“I know you like to be in control, Gitane,” I said when I pulled back from our kiss and I massaged her pussy lips. I smelled a musky wetness emanate from her nethers. “But let me take the time to taste all of you.”
“Laisse-le faire, ma belle Gitane,” Roma said from behind my shoulder, inviting her friend to let me have my way. Roma moved behind Gitane and caressed her thick brown locks while I kissed my way down her neck — I relished how Gitane’s excitement made her heart beat strongly enough for me to feel it through my sensitive lips.
Gitane then made a muffled moan when I found one of her lusciously pointed nipples and held it firm with my lips while quickly flicking my tongue across its tip. Looking up, I saw Gitane’s moans were muffled by Roma’s darting tongue — they shared a kiss that was strangely more intimate than what I’d shared with either of them. I realized it was a kiss between two women who had experienced each other many times and I felt privileged to have been invited into their shared voluptuousness.
I continued my kiss laden trek down to Gitane’s pussy while she cooed and moaned while sharing deep tongue kisses with Roma. I ran my hands up Gitane’s rounded stomach and met Roma’s hands and we both explored Gitane’s tits. Gitane gasped when my fingers entwined with Roma’s and we kneeded her pliable flesh with glee.
“Hoooahh!” Gitane then moaned after I released her tit and pushed her thighs apart and hefted her knees on my shoulders and leaned down and ran my tongue across her bikini clad pussy. The fabric offered little barrier between her lips and my mouth since the mixture of her juices and the sweltering heat of the humid night seeped through the material. I took a quick look and saw that Gitane was lying across the chair, Roma supporting her head and shoulders. Gitane was gleefully sucking her friend’s nipples to Roma’s mischievous delight.
I continued to lick Gitane’s pussy, appreciating the tangy aroma of her musk; every lick made her thighs quiver and I had to struggle to make sure she didn’t smother me. I was loving it! The material of her bikini bottom clung to her pussy lips and I used it to accentuate my tongue lashing by sliding it across her pussy while I lapped. Gitane bucked her hips wildly when I pressed my tongue to her clit and a fresh flow of her come gushed through the material and I sucked it up like it was a fountain.
Looking up Gitane’s steaming and shaking body I saw that Roma now stood over her friend’s body and was lowering her bald pussy to Gitane’s awaiting tongue — it was a totally pornographic image. Roma was drenched in sweat from the effort of crouching and rocking her hips so her pussy rubbed against Gitane’s snake-like tongue.
I took a small breather and pulled Gitane’s bikini bottom off and fully expose her pussy to me for the very first time. She had a small strip of brown hair and her pussy lips were engorged and colored a dark red, a startling contrast to her pink mouth and nipples. The coloration made her pussy all the more scrumptious — I placed my hands under her soft ass and lifted her pussy to my mouth. Roma took that as a signal and fell to her knees and started to kiss and lick Gitane’s nipples. I noticed Roma had a hand on the chair for extra support while her other hand was between her legs, obviously stroking her velvety folds that I reminded myself to taste later that evening. Gitane was taking turns, taking one of Roma’s long nipples into her mouth, and then the other. Roma’s eyes were closed and I saw her mouth shudder erratically as pleasure wracked her body.
I turned my attention to Gitane’s pussy — I couldn’t help but admire how nature had given her slit almost perfect symmetry. I spread that symmetry with a rigid tongue that I pushed deep into her velvety confines. She groaned as the walls of her cunt spread for my tongue and her thighs shook on my shoulders when I traced as wide a circle as I could, pressing my tongue powerfully against her cunt.
“Oh THERE!” Gitane screamed when I snaked an arm around her thigh and found her clit and introduced it to my thumb. I took a clue from earlier and rubbed her clit with furious strokes while letting loose with my tongue, throwing it everywhere I could within her pussy.
“Good! So GOOD!” Gitane screamed again when my tongue found her clit and danced figure eights around it. I smiled to myself when she tried to grab my head but Roma held her arms and allowed me to just drive Gitane mad with my mouth. I felt the walls of her cunt tighten and loosen as they sought to milk a cock that wasn’t there. She came in a rush of juices.
“Fuck ‘er!” Roma ordered. “Fourres-la à fond!” Her hand was working furiously between her thighs.
I didn’t need further prodding. I slid Gitane’s legs off my shoulders and lowered her gently onto the long chair and sat back on my knees, my stiff cock angled towards the waiting entrance of her pussy.
“Veux-tu qu’i’t baise, Gitane? Comme une vraie salope?” Roma was insistent on making her friend beg for me to fuck her.
“Yes! Colin, fuck me! Baises-moi!”
I smiled at the young woman, raised myself on my knees, aimed at the entrance of her pussy and entered her to the hilt in one stroke. She gasped and I moaned at how tight she was — tighter even than Roma!
Roma’s face was next to Gitane’s and she was telling her things — things that made Gitane twist her nipples and moan — things that solicited me to gradually pull out and enter her. With each stroke I pulled out a little more and slammed into her cunt with more authority. Gitane’s beautiful tits were mow bouncing up and down as I reached a rhythm that allowed me to hold her legs in the air while I shifted position to better support my weight on a bent leg with a foot flat on the ground.
While I was thrusting in and out of Gitane, Roma had retaken a position over Gitane’s face, except that her back was to me so she could look Gitane in the eyes while she licked Roma’s pussy.
I was drunk with the feeling of Gitane’s velvet tightness squeezing my cock while I fucked her and hypnotized by the pornographic gymnastics exhibited by my minxes. Roma rested her hands on each side of Gitane’s waist and supported her weight with her arms and legs in a kind of bridge. As I fucked Gitane, making her tits rub against Roma’s firm ass, Roma leaned her head back. Her lovely blond hair partially obscured the sight I had of my cock plowing Gitane’s cunt, but I got to look into Roma’s partially closed hazel eyes — I looked beyond her beautiful eyes for and instant, marveling at her stiff nipples and quivering tits and saw Gitane’s regal face moving furiously on Roma’s pussy. Roma smiled at me and I leaned over and managed to kiss her in an upside down manner. My pace increased and my balls were audibly smacking against Gitane’s ass while my tongue danced with Roma’s and she rubbed her pussy on Gitane’s face.
As if on cue, the sound of fireworks erupted in the distance to mark the midnight hour and the official beginning of the St-Jean Baptiste holiday. Even the weather decided to participate and a cool summer rain erupted and washed our sexual triumvirate. I had broken my kiss with Roma right before her body stiffened and she moaned for what seemed like a minute as she came all over Gitane’s face. After her orgasm, Roma slowly moved off Gitane, leaned down to kiss her cheek and wink at me.
” ‘ave fun,” Roma said as she left us and walked seductively back to the house.
I slipped out of Gitane’s pussy and she twisted around so she was lying on her back fully on the long-chair. The chair was made of a thick plastic covered with a thick padding like that of an exercise mat. As I savored the cooling effect of the rain I climbed onto the chair and Gitane lazily opened her legs to receive me.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she took my cock and guided it into her pussy. The rain extinguished some of the torches around us, encasing us partially in darkness while the only light we had was from the pool’s illumination. I put my arms on each side of Gitane’s head and lost myself for a time in her deep brown eyes. They’d lost their piercing harshness and were now soft and soothing; she raised her ass slightly as I moved in and out of her at a leisurely pace. We’d both came at least once that night and were ready for a slow build-up.
“Roma can be very … energetic,” Gitane said after kissing me.
“No shit,” I said as I licked her neck and nibbled her ear. She squealed and wrapped her arms around me and crushed her tits to my chest. They were warm and I loved how her heartbeat could be felt through her flesh. “This is more my style anyway. Slow and easy … I’m old enough be your father, y’know …”
“It does not matter,” Gitane said. She planted a succession of kisses on my lips and her hips met mine in a clash of our organs.
I felt a rise of sexual energy and I started to thrust more authoritatively and Gitane gasped and answered by moving her hips rapidly to match me. She hooked her feet together around my ass and I partially lifted her off the long chair as my pace quickened — my weight rested on my knees and elbows and Gitane’s shoulders rested in my open hands. My fingers held her place while her whole body shook under my vigorous fucking: I felt her cunt pulsate and tighten violently around my cock as I pounded in and out of her; I felt her hard nipples trace grooves through my sensitive chest hair as her heaving bosom flailed under our tightly pressed bodies; I tasted the cool rain and salty sweat as we kissed passionately between ragged gulps of hair that replaced our breathing.
“Again! I’m coooooming again!” Gitane squealed when she fused her pelvis to mine to halt our fucking. She had wrapped her arms and legs so tightly around me that she no longer touched the long-chair. I easily supported her lithe body as I felt the walls on her cunt spasm restlessly as her orgasm rushed through her. My cock had its own little twitch and I felt a familiar tingle in my balls and warmth seize my limbs, indicating my own orgasm was slowly building.
“Turn onto your back,” Gitane ordered quietly after lowering herself onto the long-chair. She slipped out from under me and I assumed the position she wanted, my erection moistened by her juices and by the steady summer rainfall. Gitane hoisted a leg over my waist and she straddled me, a knee on each side of my waist. She reached for my stiffness, letting it glide in her hand for an instant — she bit her lower lip when she rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, letting her little nub rest at the junction of flesh that was near the orifice where my seed would spill from.
“Now, it’s all me,” she said as she lowered herself onto my shaft. “I want you to come,” she whispered when she positioned her arms on each side of my head, like I’d done earlier. Gitane’s luxuriant brown hair encapsulated our faces as she kissed me and I felt her gyrate her pelvis — causing a sweet in and out motion, at once loosening my cock from her smoldering cunt and then driving it deeply to her womb. Her tightness was heavenly as her juices oozed across my cock and the heat of her innards somehow passed from the walls of her cunt, through the delicate skin on my meat, and in to my sac, invigorating my balls to seemingly produce more come.
After a few minutes of her gyrations, Gitane was now resting all her meager weight on me and moved only her hips. I raised my knees and wrapped my arms around her so the only place she could go was on my cock. My breathing quickened as her expertise somehow pulled a warmth down from my head and my limbs to fuel the fire building at the base of my cock.
“Oh! Goddamn!” I managed to moan as I felt a swelling pleasure push aside any reasoned thought. I found Gitane’s hungry mouth and jammed my tongue in it, twirling it around her tongue, feeling every texture of its home. Gitane began to undulate her whole body, from her shoulders to her spine and finally her pelvis, all in an effort to muster my orgasm.
“Ahhh …!” I gasped when Gitane began to squeeze my thighs with her knees. This made my cock slid out of her cunt till only the head was inside until she crashed down on me during the downstroke of her undulation.
The warmth that was flowing from my limbs was now replaced by an electricity as I felt the mounting pressure of my orgasm almost split me apart. Gitane’s tongue had pinned mine and all I could hear was our combined grunts and groans as the sexual beasts we were supplanted our identities. Somehow all the memories I had before this very moment were mere shadows as this dormant animal in me became unshackled.
I felt like my whole body was on the verge of exploding when Gitane sucked on my lips. I closed my eyes and the only color I saw was a pulsating red as I grabbed a fistful of her thick hair while I fucked her mouth with my tongue the way she fucked me with her slobbering pussy.
There was a sudden lapse in movement and I felt Gitane’s cunt seemingly bite down on my tool as she was havocked by another torrential orgasm — the bubble of lust that had been building between my legs ruptured and I discharged a tidal stream of come into her thirsty cunt. I felt like my entire body cracked with orgasmic lightning as waves of pleasure leaped from my extremities to join at the base of my cock to be then released by it rapid spasms into Gitane — I felt a sudden coolness around my balls and I instinctively knew they were in Roma’s capable hands. That new sensation forced my hips to rocket upwards and my seed was delivered deeper into Gitane. Her wanton cunt was like a succubus and demanded more come from my gushing sex and I wondered madly if my balls would ever be depleted as spurt after spurt of come shot up Gitane’s cunt. I had the sudden, ridiculous image of her swelling till she exploded from all the jizz I’d gushed.
But there was an end to this good thing and I slowly became aware that my cock was softening and Gitane was breathing calmly as she rested on me. She had moved her body forward a bit and I slipped out of her cunt. She kissed me delicately while I stroked her hair — we were both exhausted and depleted from our lovemaking.
“Humm,” Roma hummed. Gitane froze and we heard a slurping sound. I looked beyond Gitane’s shoulder and Roma was sucking my come from Gitane’s pussy.
“I guess you girls like to share,” I whispered into Gitane’s ear.
“You have no idea, Colin.”
“Maybe you’ll give me an insight.”
Gitane kissed me and then kissed Roma when she crawled up next to us — I saw a suspended stream of my come ooze from Gitane’s lips to Roma’s when they broke their embrace.
“The summer has just begun,” Gitane said. She stuck out her tongue. Roma joined her and I did the same. Our three tongues danced to the summer night like the pornographic beings we were.