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“Are you hot?”

Nodding, I fanned myself with my Panama hat, the heatwave showed no signs of easing up after two long weeks.  Its burden felt heavy like a winter coat and made me lethargic. 

I yearned to be naked and at the naturist beach.  Presently, it was off limits, the sun and sand conspired to create an inferno.  Whilst having the chateau to ourselves, the stuffy air would not circulate.  We became nocturnal and tried to sleep through the midday heat.  Enduring the roasting afternoons, we stayed outdoors in the cooler evenings.

When we could not keep our hands off each other any longer, stealthily, we would steal ourselves away and fuck outside at night in the chateau gardens.  Brigitte and I would melt into a mess of sweaty limbs, damp hair, and burning muscles.

Today, Brigitte suggested higher ground on the solitary hill that rose from the plains of the vineyards.  The broad canopy of its oak tree would provide dense shade and the promise of a cool breeze at the summit would be a prize worth the long walk. 

Camped out with food, water, and wine, each waft of cooler air taunted us.  We contemplated sleeping here for tonight - anything to avoid the fetid heat.

When Tina walked out of the chateau to join us for our day on the hill, I felt prepared for her casual indifference.  Gliding towards me at a leisurely pace making her slim hips sway, she wanted me to admire her petite body - it was easy to play along. 

A rare gust caught the opaque white of her strappy top.  Eschewing a bra, it revealed the curves of her pert breasts and tight hard nipples.  She eased her large sunglasses up and fixed me squarely in the eyes with a coy smile. 

“Bonjour Jack.”

Purred rather than spoken, her lips curved into a knowing smile. 

I nodded in acknowledgement, “Bonjour Tina.  You slept well I hope?”

She shrugged, “But of course.”

Her brunette hair licked at her bare shoulders and a waft of light floral perfume led the way to admire her behind.  She kept up her exaggerated gait and in this seductive game of cat and mouse, Brigitte taught me how to behave.  A ripple of electricity tingled through me, my body said yes and my mind told me not yet.  Quietly, I congratulated myself for my aloof persona.

One kiss on one cheek and then on the other, Tina and Brigitte embraced.  Watching them talking, I conjured up images of Tina’s naked body.  As images went, they were impossible to forget easily.  She glanced at me and I wondered if she could read my mind.  Sexual frustration, the opportunity, and the suspense escalated my libido into a state that I could barely contain.  The time was coming – the only question was when.

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Our time at Club Bisou raised more questions than gave answers.  Leading me to Brigitte, Nicolette wanted to watch us having sex. 

With a secret sense of relief, Brigitte took what she wanted from me.  She stripped me slowly and soft kisses punctuated the removal of each item of clothing.  In an act of exhibition, she taunted me in agonising increments.  A tender kiss of my neck, a gentle caress of my chest, cupping my tight heavy balls, she stirred the fire inside me until I forgot our audience. 

Taking to her knees, she pressed my erection to her cheek to feel its heat.  I begged her to suck my cock and unleash the inner animal inside.  Looking me straight in the eye, the woman, the self-confessed slut and the stripper combined to weaken my knees, steal my breath and make me rampant.

She rose, wrapped her arms around my neck to bestow me with a covetous and searching kiss.  Her eyelids heavy, she pouted and made the air move as she turned tail.  Placing a knee on the arm of the sofa and a long sculpted leg long against the floor, she thrust out her behind.

On all fours, she looked at me to witness my reaction.  With a lurid smile on her face, she eased out the jewelled plug from her tight derriere.  Curving her back, she presented the nude cushion of her vulva and eased a finger into her arse.  Glossy with a clear liquid, her sultry expression communicated her words for her.  To remove any doubt, she told me to fuck her in the arse. 

If her words did not provide an intense enough ripple of excitement, someone to witness this amplified it greatly.  With a firm grip of my rigid cock, I defeated that tight knot of muscle slowly.  Her head reared up and with a loud gasp, she froze.  Telling me to press on, her moans grew louder as I impaled her. 

I could feel her struggle as she tried not to bite down and resist my probing length.  Such was the unyielding tightness; my groans soon joined hers.  Sawing in and out slowly, I eased in until my balls pressed against the heat of her sex. 

Nicolette sat in a leather armchair opposite in that pokey windowless office.  Her naked tall body flexed slowly as she played with her wide cupped breasts stretched taut over her frame.  She rubbed at her sex and cleaved it with two long fingers.  Toying with an erect nipple, she splayed her legs wider letting one rest over the arm of the chair. 

She masturbated openly in front of us.  Breeching the candy-pink lips of her sex repeatedly, she smiled at me with her eyes and then engrossed herself in our performance.

Brigitte demanded that I pull her hair and fuck her harder.  Gathering it up into my fist, her head snapped back and forced her back to curl.  Now at the perfect angle, her tight muscles made me work hard.  In between Brigitte’s yelps, her filthy words of encouragement spurred me on.  I gave in to the addictive strength of their pleasure and thrust even harder. 

I enjoyed being the voyeur; she gave me to Nicolette as she cavorted naked and simulated fucking me in front of two hundred strangers.  She felt it in her arse, rampant, and urgent – this was how young men fucked.  Interrupted by sudden yelps, she demanded more with staccato words steeped with aggression.  That coiled tension inside me felt impossible to contain as our pleasure echoed off the painted walls.

I could barely hold onto her body as beads of perspiration leached from our bodies.  Gripping at her shoulders, I crouched over her and bestowed such a vigorous fucking that my heavy balls slapped against her. 

Stirring at her clit in an act of self-provocation, Brigitte convulsed on my length.  Tighter waves of pressure grew until my body started to seize.  Her groans grew until I fucked her through a sweaty, noisy orgasm.  Her profound response wrung my endurance from me.  Labouring harder, Brigitte told me she could feel I was ready.  She pushed her hand against me and told me it was time to cum.

Watching Brigitte on her knees stroking my cock, Nicolette’s abdomen flexed and tightened in waves.  Hurriedly, they both told me to cum and my body responded instantly.  Looking down at Brigitte, she looked up with her mouth expectant for my essence.  It destroyed the last of my resistance and I groaned heavily through every hard spasm.  The sound of Nicolette’s climax mixed with mine as I watched fat ropes of semen splash into Brigitte’s mouth.  Draining the energy from me, my legs turned to jelly as lusty belts from my pleasure-saturated body spasmed violently.  Splashing her face and into her mouth, Brigitte wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked the remnant from me. 

Reaching out to the wall and the air thick with the musk of sex, I slumped wearily into a leather armchair.  Wiping her face with a towel, her look of earnestness made me smile, its juxtaposition amused me.

“You okay?” her voice bright and reassuring.

“S…sure, that… that was fantastic.”  I was not lying, she could tell.  Her head went down a little as she graciously took my compliment.

In the days that followed, we talked it through many times.  We wanted to share our intimacy with others and the sense of exhilaration it brought felt tinged with fear.  I harboured a concern that it would it would reveal darker emotions.  Jealously once unleashed, could not easily be undone. 

Continuing our walk through the mature hibiscus garden and held hands.  I carried a secret burden, something I hoped I would not have to reveal.  Brigitte was always so thoughtful and it inspired me to return it in kind too.  Reluctantly, I admitted how vulnerable I felt.  I told Brigitte that I had fallen for her and I could not bear to lose her.  What if Nicolette wanted her to rekindle their relationship or any other number of scenarios?  I could not bear to lose Brigitte.

Stopping us both, she tugged at my hand and pulled me close.  Her words were soft and slow - Brigitte cared deeply for me too.  Reassuring me that my reaction was perfectly natural, she understood because she felt the same way.  She would not feel jealous but she worried she might lose me to another woman.  She wanted to be sure that I was hers too. 

Openly, she admitted this was the furthest she had gone with any man.

“You can accept me for who I am?”  Brigitte scrutinised me with a look I had not seen before.

“Oh God, yes, of course I can.  I’ve fallen for you and not just for the incredible sex!”

She told me she felt that way about me too.  Amidst the bright colours and the rich scent, she kissed me in a way I had never felt before.  In a tender embrace, we kissed again, as if to show each other it was no fluke.  I felt the troublesome burden lift from me as we hugged.  Now we knew of this bond between us, we swore not to break it.

If there was a pivot point that I could put my finger on in later life when it all changed, that was it.  Originally, my exile to France for the summer was a punishment.  I was due to go back to start University.  If time was precious then there was none to waste.  This felt so powerful – it felt so right. 

When we started on this adventure, naively we thought we had single-handedly invented sex.  We knew now there was so much more to learn about that and each other.

Learn we did.  As we fucked, Brigitte goaded me with her desires.  We fucked on the naturist beach so many times I lost count.  Each time, she would reveal a little more of her fantasies.  It always felt so new and spontaneous, her words and body never failed to tip me over the edge. 

Only now, I asserted some control too.  I fucked her on all fours in front of a mass of naked spectators, or stuffed her with my cock as she clung submissively to me.  I told her what I wanted her to do and I would not stop until she came.  Slowly, the dynamics of our relationship began to change.  We shared the initiative and learned the signals of give and take.

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“Dear Jack,

I look at the Chateau and I feel tired.  That is wrong because I love it here.  Absence will make the heart grow fond again and I will not rest until my affairs are in order.  Look after my home, you are the man of the house now.  I have left instructions with the housekeeper.  If there is an emergency, call Anais on 1 30 33 78 43, I will be there.   

Elise x

P.S. Enjoy the cases of wine I have left in the kitchen, 1992 was a very good year.”

I threw the handwritten note back onto the desk.  Elise would be in Paris because Anais lived there.  Over dinner last night, uncharacteristically Elise sounded agitated.  Frustrated at the delays of finalising Uncle Patrick’s estate, she mentioned that a personal visit to some obscure government building would be the only way to expedite it. 

The housekeeper came to find me clutching her note.  The staff had paid leave for a fortnight.  My aunt was nothing but thorough, she contacted the grocer in advance to deliver provisions too.

As the household staff happily left, I felt a sense of relief that Brigitte wanted to stay.  She explained that Tina wanted to stay too and my remonstrations fell on indifferent ears.  Recently returned from Reims to attend her sister’s wedding, Tina could not afford another long journey home.  She was saving to attend college in the autumn as well.  I thought three would be a crowd but Brigitte had a point and I reluctantly agreed. 

I barely knew Tina; she rarely spoke to me and always looked awkward in my presence.  Working conscientiously, she seemed to avoid me when I found myself in the same room.  A plain looking creature, bookish and thin, her shape looked too skinny for the uniform she wore.  She did not fill it out as well as Brigitte. 

On our first night of ‘freedom’, I cooked minute steaks on an improvised barbecue and we drank wine under the waxy light of the full moon.  Enjoying the balmy evening accompanied by chirping cicadas, quickly I realised it was not such a bind having Tina around.  Loosened up by the wine, Tina was effervescent and funny.  Quick with a wisecrack, the conversation flowed easily without any awkwardness.

The rapport between her and Brigitte felt different.  I understood now why they were good friends and I did not feel excluded even when they resorted to speaking in French.  Tactile towards each other and often concluding their conversation in a fit of giggles, Brigitte kindly translated to let me in on the joke.

Seeing Tina out of uniform wearing a summer dress and a little make up, it did much to improve her appearance.  Darker eye shadow emphasised her brown eyes.  I had never seen her with her hair down.  Trestles of long wavy chestnut hair grazed her thin exposed collarbone, its lustre shone in the moonlight. 

With a confident gait to her slight hips, her limbs moved with an easy grace.  I could describe Tina as almost ‘dusky’.  Tanned and slim, her face was expressive, words and gestures combined to convey each thought.  With a thicker warmer burr to her accent than Brigitte’s, it sounded provocative even in broken English. 

Watching them both, I realised I did not have a type.  Would it be the petite figured or more womanly, perhaps blonde or brunette?  Thinking this was a big deal, I felt adamant that I should have a ‘type’.  Looking at both of them, I forced myself to choose and something odd happened.

I realised I was attracted to Tina.

Well-oiled, I concluded there were worse crimes in the world.  So I fancied Tina, I fancied Brigitte more, I had fallen completely for her and that was that.  As a simple and convenient conclusion, I left it there. 

What made this night truly memorable was the view through Tina’s bedroom window.

There was no need to sneak through the house clandestinely.  I tried to cool down with a tepid shower before joining Brigitte in her room.  Greeted by a dim yellow glow from her bedside lamp, it left its corners in deep shadow.

Bolstered by pillows and propped up against the rails of her iron bedstead, Brigitte laid upon the sheets naked.  Clutching her breast, she toyed at a hard nipple.  My eyes tracked down to see her other hand between her legs.  Idly, she stirred at her sex as her body flexed slowly.  Softly, she panted as wriggled at the hips a little.  It was obvious she was coming down from an orgasm.

I felt no need to keep my voice down, “You started without me?”

Reciprocating with a lecherous smile, she gestured to the window with a nod of her head.  The undrawn muslin curtains wafted gently alongside the tall, open sash window.

Flanking the small ante-garden on three sides, the staff quarters all took advantage of the southerly aspect.  Only several metres away, the sash windows opposite were wide open and lights were on.  Motionless with shock, I witnessed Tina’s slender body writhing.  Naked and kneeling on her bed, Tina masturbated. 

I felt my cock strain against the tightly wrapped towel.  Mesmerised, I watched Tina tease out every delicious sensation as she moved with an easy fluidity.  Squeezing her pert breast with her legs spread wide apart, I could just make out two fingers rifling her sex.  Peering surreptiously through the window, I admired her.  Her limbs were thin and her curves slight from her broad shoudlers to her taut flanks.  Her pert breasts, broad in their cups were tightly moulded to her body with no overhang.

Looking back, Brigitte fingered herself as she watched Tina do the same. The dew of her arousal glistened in the dim light. 

“Jack, drop the towel.”

My reaction was instant and it fell to a pool of fabric onto my feet. 

She purred softly, “Ooh, you are hard.”

I shrugged, it wasn’t quite to the Gallic standard of indifference but it amused Brigitte.

She patted at the sheets between her legs, “Here, lie against me.”

Jazz hands, I waved my open palms in a silent protest that I might spoilt the show.  She beckoned me insistently and I took to the bed.  Sitting upright against Brigitte, I rested my back against her front.  She wrapped her calves over my shins and prised my legs open. 

Brigitte held my cock as if to present it to Tina.  Incredulously, I witnessed her wave at me.  Nervously, I reluctantly acknowledged her and raised my hand too.

Cupping my tight balls and nuzzling my ear, Brigitte whispered, “Watch and be watched Jack. Let see if you remember everything I told you.”

Brigitte gave my cock a squeeze, it did not yield.  The slow torture of her measured pace made me groan softly.  Tina did not stop, now we were the voyeurs.  I liked the change in dynamic as we watched her show us every part of her body in a series of different poses.

I had to say something after an age of quiet reverence, “Brigitte, this is intense.”

“She is pretty, non?”

My body spoke for me, I was completely rigid, and words felt redundant.  Still, I let nothing go to chance, “Yes, very pretty.”

The febrile atmosphere crackled with sexual tension as Brigitte slowly stroked my cock and occasionally showed it in all its glory to Tina.  My stupefied mind struggled to ask a single question  as we witnessed Tina’s body crunch up and shudder in the throes of climax.

Brigitte softly nuzzled my ear again, “That’s two now.  She must like what she sees.”

Overwhelmed with lust, I thought back to Nicolette and her words.  Brigitte’s reassurances played through my mind.  My jangled nerves seemed to ease and I gave into it.  We watched Tina roll over onto all fours.  She pushed her pert arse in the air and displayed the cushion of her bare vulva.  With a deft wiggle of her hips, the gesture was not lost on me.

Brigitte gave out a little moan, “She wants you to fuck her.”

I wanted her too, I wanted to violate Tina’s sex and fuck her right now. I wanted to take charge and tell them both what to do.

Brigitte squeezed my cock to gauge its strength and I groaned, “I want to fuck her too and I want you to watch.”

Brigitte gave a satisifed moan of her own, “Yes, I want to see her face as you slide this inside. I will make her wet for you.  You will fuck my mouth too and I’ll make you hard.”

She paused to purr and then whispered in my ear, “Then I will guide you into her.”

I moaned loudly, “I want to fuck her on all fours as you lick her clit and make her cum on me.”

She clearly liked that idea as she moaned too, “When you are ready, you will pull out and cum in my mouth.  I will swallow some and share the rest with Tina.”

I groaned heavily at the thought and writhed against her body.

Easing herself face down onto her bed, Tina held something in her hand.   Cream coloured and long, we both realised what it was.  Brigitte eased a finger in my mouth and I sucked the curt tang off it.  My loins began to surge as we watched Tina rub the toy up and down her slit.   Smeared her wetness up and down its length, I listened to Brigitte’s panting grow louder.    

As Tina pushed it in slowly, Brigitte gasped and wriggled.  We watched Tina’s body tense and then ease.  Our gasps mixed together as Tina gently fucked herself.

“Tell me what you want to do to her Jack?”

“I want her like that, riding her with her back to me.  I want to watch her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.”

“You want a ménage à trois with me and Tina?”

“Fuck yes.”

She purred and let it linger, “I want to share her with you too.  Soixante neuf, eating her pussy as you fuck her with this magnficent penis.”

I groaned, “And Nicolette? I… I thought she would be our first?”

Brigitte tongue flicked at my earlobe and sucked it softly,  “Nicolette wants you but first, we’ll practice on Tina.”

A growl rose up from my lungs, “Fuck Brigitte, this is outrageous.”

“Really?” there was a playful tone to her voice, “Then I must confess something really outrageous.”

Taken aback, I sounded concerned, “What? What is it?”

There was a pause, the suspense only made it worse.  There was a giggle and then I could feel her warm breath to my ear.

“Tina’s cunt tastes delicious.  She cums very easily too,” Brigitte paused as my body reared up with a groan, “She’s a great fuck and so full of energy.”

The timbre of her accent and how she whispered it so matter-of-factly, I could not control myself.  The conviction to fuck Brigitte now displaced everything from my mind.  I tried to wriggle free and I felt her limbs restraint me.   

“Sssh, Sssh, I know, I know,” her calm tone mollified me.  “Not yet, not yet mon cheri.”

Overwhelmed, I relented, “Fuck! You dirty bitch, you knew all along didn’t you?”

Brigitte sniggered, “Forgive me but I did.  First, I wanted to know you were mine.”

“But…but, of course I am.”

Brigitte purred, “We met at the beach before you arrived.  We were naked and I seduced her.  When everything was going to shit for me, she told me there was a vacancy here.  Without Tina, you would not have met me.  She is a good friend and we share everything.”

I bucked a little against Brigitte’s hand around my shaft, “Everything?”

“Oui.” Brigitte still sounded so matter-of-fact, “Especially you.”

The profound ache in my body threatened to overwhelm me and I writhed more determinedly.

“Tut, tut, Jack, not yet, not yet. Let the fires burn.”

She stopped stroking my cock and I exhaled in frustration.  Nestled against my neck, she softly kissed me.  Teasing a nipple, she must have felt the jackhammer pounding away in my chest.

Brigitte blew a gentle breeze onto my ear, “Just watch, show me you can control it.”

Tina writhed on her bed jabbing at her sex as eight tender fingertips played tricks on my ragged breathing.   Brigitte’s thumbs flicked over my nipples as my rigid cock pulsed.

Brigitte’s fingers took my girth again, “We had sex a few times and then you came along,”

“Oh fuck!”

Her agonising slow tempo reduced my breathing to a litany of low moans.  I indulged Brigitte and clung on to the last scraps of my self-control.

“When we both saw you for the first time Jack, we wondered which one of us would have you first.”

“R.r.really?”

Brigitte wrapped her legs tighter around me, “Could you not tell she wanted you?”

“N.n.no.”

“How could you not tell?”

“I… thought she was shy.”

“She wanted you Jack, she told me many times. Silly boy.”  Brigitte giggled, “And you came to my bed to have me. Good boy.”

With a finger, she circled the sensitive tip of the glans and smeared the pre-cum over it.  I groaned loudly, so loudly Tina would probably hear it.

My shallow breathing with shot with soft moans as she sucked softly on my earlobe, “Now you are mine to keep, she will soon know what it is like to be fucked by you.”

Tina’s writhing halted Brigitte’s words and we watched as a sudden jolt stopped her in her tracks.  Shuddering as if shocked by electricity, she shook in tiny tremors.  Raising her hips off the bed, she stretched out as if paralysed by imaginary restraints.  When she shook violently and we heard her brittle cries.  She convulsed loudly in wave after wave of loud wails until she expelled the toy and laid motionless on the bed trembling.  

“Christ Brigitte, that’s a big orgasm for such a petite body.”

“Eventually, her body get so sensitive when it is aroused.  That is when you will really fuck her.”

I groaned, it was gruff and coarse and I considered begging to fuck them both now.

Brigitte paused, her attention to stroking my cock still perfectly measured, “Tina likes lots of things so I told her our secret.”

My profound sense of pleasure jarred with Brigitte’s words, “You did what?!”

She laughed raucously, “I told her we wanted a threesome and I watched her squirm.  I know it turned her on.”

“Fucking hell Brigitte! You mean we’re going to…”

“You, Jack, you are going to fuck her and I’m going to help her cum so many times.”

Overloaded with so much lust, I felt my body tremble.  My engorged length could not be harder and my full balls ached with their burden. 

Tina re-positioned herself and let her legs dangle over the bed at the knees.  Thighs open and propped up on her elbows, she let us feast our lustful eyes on her.  Introducing the toy back between her legs, Tina looked back at us.   Feeding it in slowly, Brigitte showed her the state of my erect penis.  Animatedly, Tina fucked herself.

“Mmmm, she is delicious isn’t she Jack?.  When you fuck her, I want to rub my cunt on her face and cum on it.  When I know she is ready, I will lick her clit until she cums on your cock and you explode inside her.”

“Brigitte… I… I… oh fuck!”

The tempo of Brigitte’s hand quickened a little.  Snatching shallow breaths inbetween deeper groans, Brigitte sucked on my earlobe again, “I asked her tonight if she would show herself to you.  I wanted to test your resolve.  You are doing so well.”

I could barely manage to form anything coherent,“You dirty bitch.”

Brigitte giggled, “I am aren’t it?”

“She wants to fuck you Jack and I’m going to have her too.  Our first ménage à trois.  We will live, sleep and fuck together. We will be libertines.”

I felt no strength in my voice, “Brigitte, I want it, I really want it…”

“You are ready now aren’t you?  You are going to be the man that fucks us both.”

I felt the confidence surging through me, I could feel Brigitte’s trust in me. 

“Yes, yes I am.”

“That’s what I want Jack, I want you to take us both.  I want to clean up your cock and eat your cum from her.  Then I will kiss her and share it.  We’ll both suck you hard again for more.”

“F.f.uck Brigitte!”

Suddenly Brigitte stopped, I lurched up to try and go anything to keep up the momentum.  I stopped when Tina hopped off the bed.

“Mmm, she’s coming closer for a good look at you.”

Tina stood upright at the window, legs slightly apart in a full frontal reveal of her delicious body.  Held firmly in place with just her inner muscles, the toy cleaved her sex.

With a wet finger, Brigitte teased the glans making my erection twitch and my body writhe.  “See how tight she must be?  You won’t last long in her the first time.  I like that thought.  You will have to fuck her again to have your pleasure.”

Taking it from her sex, Tina slid the toy into her mouth, it was clear what she wanted.

Brigitte stopped and showed my fully aroused cock to her.  I had no words and all I could do was groan.  I looked down to see my cock look so angry and engorged.  Its foreskin fully drawn back and the bulbous head fat with blood, it twitched as a signal of my need.  Feeling Brigitte’s playfully bite my shoulder, it was clear that she had stopped to admire it too. 

“Oooh, so strong.”

“Brigitte, we’re going to fuck in front of her.”

I fought against Brigitte’s limbs and she relented.

“Yes, we are,” my voice was low, steeped with determination,”You are going to go up to that window and I’m going to fuck your brains out as hard as I can.”

Brigitte hissed, “Yes, fuck me hard, I want to be taken.”

I eased myself from the bed and my cock swung fully erect with each step.  I stood at the window showing how it jutted so contemptuously from me. Her eyes fixed on me Tina stabbed at herself for all she was worth.

Brigitte switched on the lights.  Adjusting to their full illumination, I pulled on her wrist and put her in front of me.  On locked elbows, she parted her legs and pushed out her behind.

“My body is yours Jack.  Punish me.”

Tina would see the look on Brigitte’s face as I penetrated her.  Her full breasts would swing with every thrust.  Together we would fuck and watch Tina’s reaction.  I wanted Tina to watch its urgency and fuck herself to another big climax – une grande petite mort.

Holding my girth in my hand, I sought out Brigitte’s wet slit and pressed the head of my cock against her opening.  I smeared her copious juice all over the bulbous head of my cock.  Brigitte yelped strongly and loudly announced I had penetrated her.  The broiling heat of her fully engorged sex stole my breath as I filled her with one slow push.  I drew back a little and felt her muscular walls snug against my whole length right up the hilt.

With my first full-length thrust, Brigitte yelled at its apex, “Yes! Do it Jack! Fuck me hard!”

The next buck of my hips carried more force and Brigitte yelped louder still.  Dissolving into deep moans with each thrust, I took her with a visceral urgency.  I pulled on her hips with all my strength and my athletic body slapped violently against her.  I did not relent; my adrenaline-fuelled body easily provided all the force I needed.

Nailing Brigitte, her body shook with each torrid thrust.  She punctuated every frantic breath with a loud yelp.  Brigitte did not struggle for words and Tina would hear them.  She wanted her cunt eaten as she came hard on my cock.  I added my own, fucking Tina from behind and eating Brigitte’s sex.

Brigitte’s hurried breathing interrupted by the need to squeal only spurred me on to fuck her harder; her cries echoed off the walls.  In this heat, we grappled at our damp bodies for purchase with frantic hands. 

Each time, Brigitte announced every hard thrust, “Oui! Oui!”

Fucking herself harder with the dildo, Tina watched avidly and squeezed at her breasts.  All of our sobs of pleasure echoed off the courtyard walls.    

Bodies collided together and our cries echoed off the exterior walls.  Beads of sweat fell from my brow; they stung in my eyes and undeterred I drove hard into Brigitte.  Skidding the head of my cock at that spot I knew well, I felt her response.  Her body tightened as the swelling knot of pressure inside my own body grew fat on the delicious sensations. 

Pressing on, I gripped her tightly as I stabbed my full length deep inside her.  Each thrust lost a little more fluidity, snatched hisses of air communicated my inevitable release.  Frantically, my mechanical hips pummelled at her, the swell of my girth tight against her muscular walls.  Brigitte could feel it too as she bucked back defiantly to meet each thrust.  Her breathing faint and steeped in loud moans, I could feel Brigitte’s body begin to tremble.

“Tina’s cumming, she’s….”, Brigitte voice dissolved into a deep groan.

Blinking, I could see Tina’s legs tremble as she fucked her sex.  Leaving the toy embedded inside her, her limbs stretched out as she flailed on the bed.  Her body stiffened and then released it in violent waves.  Over above our own groans, we heard Tina’s wailing cries too.  Brigitte’s body tightened and began to shake.

I slammed against her tightening grip of my shaft, “Come on Brigitte, cum on me!  Take the cum from my balls.  Milk it.”

“Oui, oui, OUI!”, Her shrill yelps and my growls became a united cacophony of sound. 

The growing spasms of her muscles massaged me.  Defying their intensity, I pushed on with everything I had.  I struggled to hold onto Brigitte’s thrashing body.  The first undulating crush of her muscles squeezed the defiance from me, the second unlocked all the tension, and the third delivered the deluge of my release.  That first intense pulse of relief made me roar.  I stabbed at her as she convulsed powerfully all over my ejaculating cock.  Those convulsing walls of muscle wrung me out with each diminishing thrust until our bodies weakened to stop.

Sobbing for air, the maelstrom of our coupling faded.  Soaked with sweat and an intense refractory glow; I could barely stand.  Easing myself from Brigitte, I leant against the wall on jelly legs.  Wiping sweat off my brow, I looked to see Brigitte still holding the window frame. 

With her legs apart, she trembled hungry for air.  Head down and her face hidden by long lengths of damp hair, the sounds of her heavy breathing drifted through the room.  Stuttering rasps of air interrupted the quiet and I watched my seed splatter onto the whitewashed floorboards. 

“Merde!” her tone weak but nuanced with surprise. “When was the last time you came Jack?”

Still short of breath, I could only snigger rather than a laugh, “Huh, oh…. When did you suck me off in the Hibiscus garden?”

“Three…. Three days ago! Fuck! I’m full of cum.”

Another rasping sound spat more of my sperm onto the floorboards.

“Fuck!  I’m not cleaning that up now.  Shit!, You drowned my cunt in it.”

Weakly, I laughed as Brigitte stood and scraped her hair back.  She kissed me softly and slapped me playfully on by behind.

Flushed, she eased out a weak smile, “I… I could get used to that.”

Still breathless, I could barely speak, “Yeah… ask me… ask me for that again in a few days huh? I’m completely spent.”

Looking at Tina’s window together, she stood naked in the light, raised her hand, and waved.

“Bon nuit!” came her cheeky reply. 

Brigitte leant out of the window and shouted weakly, “Bon nuit Tina, tu es une petite salope sale!”

The brittle sound of playful laughter carried through the air, “Et toi Brigitte!”, then she pulled the thin curtains closed and the light went out.

Brigitte looked at me, “I called her a dirty little slut.”

Still struggling, my dry mouth could barely form words, “Pot calling kettle black.”

“Quelle?” she looked confused.

I managed a weak laugh, “So are you.”

“Oui,” she shrugged wearily, ”I am your dirty little slut though.”

“You are… you are.”

Gingerly, I walked to the bed and fell onto it.  The room went black and Brigitte fell alongside.  There were no more words, only the soporific rhythm of her breathing.  I felt its soft caress on my torpid body; it was too hot to embrace.

“Bon nuit Jack, my beautiful lover.  I think we are ready for our next adventure now.”

“Huh, yeah, anything, I would go anywhere with you.  I… I…”

Drifting ethereally at peace, my body felt so light and free, it was the last thing I remembered that night.