fuck.
Draped in a red silk peignoir, which she held crossed over her chest, the young woman asked me if I was the new champion of love-craps.
Then, having stared at me with an equivocal insistence:
“My word,” she said, “it will be a pleasure to reward the worthy conqueror.”
Demonstrating a disconcerting calm she threw off the peignoir. She was naked.
Her skin had a warm glow about it. Her tits stood out firm and pointed like pomegranates. As for her thighs, they were deliciously tanned and gave me a furious desire to kiss them.
There were also her insolent hips, the thick black fur which covered her mound, and her stately ass with the beautiful buttocks.
Ah yes, I was stiff!
I was so stiff that my erection didn't pass unnoticed by Mireille.
“You seem to be in perfect form,” she said, putting her hand on my pants.
She undid the fly rapidly.
“You're well built,” she exclaimed.
Kneeling at my feet, she surrounded my triumphant cock with her fingers. And she skillfully made it move up and down again and again in her palm.
Standing in front of her, I was breathing heavily. She masturbated me so well. And she didn't content herself with just rubbing me. She also caressed my cock with the tip of her tongue until all the veins were swollen.
I heard myself panting harder and harder.
At times she licked my balls, which were filled with sperm. I even let out a sort of groan when Mireille introduced my prick into her avid mouth.
What technique!
She was sucking me even better than Jackie. And my sister-in-law certainly sucked me with the skill of a professional. She put real passion into her work. I often came in her mouth. But only after she had worked on me for a long time.
With Mireille, I was already ready to come.
She moved her lips slowly around. My cock was a baby bottle that she was sucking. A bottle whose contents she would have quickly savored if I hadn't reacted.
With a sudden push, I threw her back onto the thick carpet. Then I rolled over on top of her.
I would have liked to have caressed her, but she had put me in such a state that I was nothing but an animal in a hurry to assuage his instincts.
Ah, that cunt!
It was so deep. And warm. A veritable furnace.
Mireille certainly had a pussy capable of warming the least flammable cocks.
Anyway, I had the impression that I wasn't taking her, but that she was taking me! Her cunt pulled on my cock with little spasmodic contractions. It was wild.
After her mouth, now it was her pussy that was sucking me.
The young woman shook her ass. She pushed me away and drew me back, making my prick come and go in her fiery furnace.
“Oh,” she screamed. “Oh, your cock is so hard. How I love fucking you. Can you tell how I feel? Tell me, can you feel it?”
It was impossible not to feel it. The wetness was trickling down my legs.
Moving her hips, Mireille continued to caress me with her cunt.
“Come… discharge… I want you…”
How could I resist this fury? It was impossible.
“There it is… you're coming… oh… yes… give me your come just to the last drop.”
She moved against me furiously.
Then I had the impression that my balls were going to be emptied forever of their vital substances.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Darling… you fucked me so well.”
We were stretched out side by side on the couch, which was certainly more comfortable than the floor.
“How you filled my pussy. There was so much come in your big balls… oh, darling…”
She shook gently.
“How I love to have my cunt all wet…”
Suddenly I saw her put her finger into herself. Then she took it out all wet with sperm and slid it into her mouth.
“Oh, that's good…”
She licked her finger with visible greed.
“I adore it…”
She did the same thing several times and seemed to savor that juice with the delight of a gourmet.
But she had found the means to excite me with the way she had of tasting my sperm! All the more because she whispered:
“My love, now I want to suck your sugar-stick…”
As soon as she uttered these words, she stretched out on my body, ready to begin a perfect sixty-nine.
I felt her voracious mouth swallowing the sticky mollusk my cock had become. But that mollusk was soon transformed into a vertebrate of the highest order.
While an instant earlier I had been reduced to the sad state of a eunuch, now I felt myself trembling with new needs. It seemed necessary therefore to return my companion's pleasure.
Sliding under her lovely buttocks, I parted those round globes. With the tip of my index finger, I caressed the soft rose of her tight flesh. Then, with infinite precaution, I introduced my finger into her anus.
“Oh, yes, darling,” Mireille moaned. “Yes!.. that too, I love that too.”
She had just arched in a sort of passionate convulsion which oriented my instincts toward the pole of sodomitical pleasures.
“Yes… that's good… Armand often makes me come that way.”
While she let me masturbate her little hole, she didn't stop sucking my cock, which was apparently ready for new prowesses.
Fearing that I would again be victim of a legitimate but regrettable fatigue, I quickly judged that it was high time I used my tool.
Standing up, I asked the young woman to kneel on the edge of the sofa with her bust horizontal and her buttocks held out as a sort of offering.
Then, leaning toward that spread ass, I began to lick her soft hole.
Mireille seemed particularly pleased with my sucking her ass. Desiring my tongue to reach farther inside her, she made a violent effort to separate her narrow orifice still more.
But, still fearing that my cock would suddenly lose the vigor my partner had miraculously given it, I decided to immediately enter the heart of the matter which, by the way, had already been honorably treated by Uncle Armand.
So I had almost no difficulty plunging my tool into that living furnace.
Mireille didn't let out the least cry. If she moaned, it was out of joy.
Clinging to her hips, I screwed her valiantly. My balls crushed against her buttocks. My cock went right through to her intestines.
