lights before he swept Lisa into a tight embrace; holding her lithe, but well-proportioned young body against him until she panted for breath. Hard against her belly, Lisa could feel the virile throbbing of Chabrol's cock: its powerful surging making her giddy with desire, although she wondered with a twinge of alarm whether her very narrow pussy would be able to take such a monster-without suffering acute distress…
He was resting his cheek against hers, running his hands slowly up and down Lisa's back, his lips murmuring close to her ear. The words were French, but the girl understood only too well the kind of language Chabrol was using! His voice grew husky and confidential, speaking directly into her ear now, and Lisa shuddered involuntarily as his fingers stole through her long, brilliantly blonde hair, gently sweeping the soft tresses away from her neck so that his hand could caress at the nape and feel for the zipper which fastened her gown.
As he slid the dress with tantalising slowness over her shoulders, Lisa felt his lips burning suddenly on her exposed neck. The quivering wetness of his tongue licked against her skin, travelling gradually beneath her ear-lobe and then-before Lisa could twist her head away-lapped over the dry, fleshy pearl and darted quickly into the orifice itself!
An unbearable tickling sensation gripped her. She tried to dislodge the probing, seeking tongue, but Chabrol persisted-keeping his face pressed against her head and licking deeply into her ear, turning his tongue-tip around and around, crushing her body with his surprisingly strong arms until Lisa's moaning became a helpless, sobbing cry of erotic anguish…
Finally, he relented. Withdrawing his tongue, Chabrol framed her face with his hands and forced her to look him in the eyes.
“You're feeling very hot, mon petite cherie!” he whispered, his breath warm and sweet from the champagne. “I think you should slip off your lovely gown-ah, like so!”
And he dropped his hands onto Lisa's shoulders, shaking them gently until the girl's dress rustled away from her body and fell in loose folds around her ankles. Lisa stood very close to Chabrol, her tight, pale blue panties swathed to her hips and loins; her breasts heaving as she breathed in deep, tremulous spasms. The brassiere which she wore had been cleverly designed to thrust her breasts together and the close-fitting cups lifted the orbs, squashing them halfway out of the lace-trimmed semi-circles-with the rest of the bra-material so transparent that the dark red studs of her nipples showed enticingly through the flimsy silk.
Controlling himself for the moment, Chabrol stepped back slightly so that he could admire the girl's semi- naked charms. He kept both his hands on Lisa's shoulders, molding the well-fleshed bones under his fingers, and let his eyes travel slowly downwards…
Lisa swayed and her body no longer seemed to be under her authority; her legs were trembling so violently that she felt sure they would buckle beneath her if Chabrol's strong hands hadn't been clasping her shoulders so tightly. Gooseprickles of delight tickled her skin as the man's eyes moved appraisingly over her bosom, her belly-and finally remained fixed for several moments on the region of her crotch. She knew that he was carefully studying the outline of her sex-lips-and Lisa was fully aware that the two fleshy portals had grown extremely prominent in the past few years. They had become plumper, largely because of the constant fondling they had received; both from Kathleen and Candice, whose fingers had pinched and pulled at the juicy flaps until they responded to the frequent caresses by ripening into two large, sleekly fat lips that could be wiggled between a clever forefinger and thumb, then drawn outwards to an amazing degree.'
Chabrol gently persuaded her to turn around. His hot eyes gleamed behind the smoked glass of his spectacles, a sibilant whisper escaping his lips as he stooped a little in order to gaze at the girl's bottom from a more advantageous position. The cheeks pouted beautifully; swelling out beneath the tightness of the bikini briefs and quivering very slightly as Lisa subtlely contracted the muscles. A few inches of the white globes were actually nude: protruding from the panties in a sexy exposure, the snowy hue of the skin contrasting sharply with the deep tan of the girl's bare thighs.
“Exquisite!” Chabrol murmured. “Absolutely delightful!” He drew himself up to his full height again, kissing along Lisa's shoulder until his lips had worked one of her bra-straps loose. Expertly, he transferred his mouth to her other shoulder-licking and sucking at the skin, finally biting at the thin second strap and easing it over the girl's rounded shoulder-bone.
Chabrol now pressed himself tightly against Lisa, his hands caressing into her nude midriff. He kissed more fervently into the back of her neck and slowly brought his right hand up onto her breast. Through the loosened bra- cup he could feel the titty resting plumply under his palm. Its nipple strained against the silk, seeming to burst through the thin material in a rich, red ripeness-and when his finger roved across the bud, Lisa thrust her breasts forward, urging her teat more closely to the man's probing digit…
Gently but firmly, Chabrol eased first one and then the other breast free of its warm confinement. He eased the soft globes out of their brassiere, then swiftly unhooked the hasp which kept the halter tautly stretched across Lisa's back. The bra dropped soundlessly to the floor, and Lisa strained her bosom proudly upwards to make the curves lift as high as possible under Chabrol's fondling hand. He massaged her young breasts with a masterful, gloriously arousing motion of his fingers; shaping the titties as if he were examining them for the tiniest blemish…
Between her arse-cheeks, Lisa could feel the hard length of his prick. It was hotter now, thrusting with such a powerful vigour that she suddenly realised it must be free of Chabrol's trousers!
Yes! Surreptitiously, the Frenchman had slid his pants down and stepped out of them-and his naked shaft was now throbbing fiercely against her scantily-covered bottom! Lisa moaned with a deep, soulful sigh; the penis was far larger and thicker than she had supposed, its uncoiled length pulsing mightily as Chabrol pressed his loins forward and began to rub the cock up and down her warm, silkily-protected buttocks.
Meanwhile, his other hand had slipped over Lisa's belly and was stroking firmly into the bulge of her pubis: the fingers moving across the little mound and easing gradually down its centre-exaggerating the furrow between the girl's cunt-lips and making the cleft widen more prominently. Moisture, hot and glutinous, seeped through the silk and onto his questing fingers. A dark stain appeared at Lisa's crotch, spreading slowly and shamefully down the vee of her briefs, and her sex throbbed with pleasure as Chabrol stroked it to a steady, rhythmical climax.
Squirming around in his arms, Lisa offered her wet, open mouth to the man. She tilted her head, gasping with excitement as Chabrol's lips clamped suddenly on hers and his rapidly-quivering tongue slid between her teeth. Frantically, the girl rocked her crotch backwards and forwards, hammering it against the virile knob which reared so God-like from the man's loins. Her breasts flattened in a squashing, bulging warmth as Chabrol hugged her to his chest, and for several long minutes they stood with their arms around each other-kissing and embracing, their bodies clamped together as if joined by glue.
Kathleen Wynter, slumped deeply in her easy chair, her evening gown rucked up high over her thighs- exposing not only the whole length of her legs but also the enticing wedge where her cunt-lips kissed each other under the pressure of her panties-was only vaguely aware that Chabrol was seducing Lisa before her eyes. She had sat quite still for the past few minutes in a pleasant stupour, but she now realised that her right hand still held a champagne glass; carried in from the club half-unconsciously. Smiling tipsily, she raised the glass to her lips-and mistimed the gesture rather badly, pouring the bubbly in a cold trickling into the deep cleavage of her dress!
She squealed with shock and the ice-cold liquor brought her abruptly to her senses. Shuddering, Kathleen began to mop ineffectually at the spilt drink. In doing so, she considerably loosened the top of her gown; enabling one cheeky, thrustful breast to pop right out of its bra-cup!
When she saw Lisa and Chabrol-their bodies rubbing urgently together, the girl's briefs already being tugged slowly over her hips by Kathleen's ex-lover-the Governess decided that it hardly mattered if her bosom was exposed!
A little indignant that Chabrol should have used her merely to seduce the younger girl, Kathleen nevertheless shrugged off her resentment and decided not to interfere with their love-making. It might even prove instructive, she thought, to see how Louis performed with Lisa… And she freed her other breast, pulling the gown and its cunningly-devised, built-in brassiere right away from her chest, boldly revealing both of her buxom beauties and sticking them out proudly: though, unfortunately, neither Chabrol nor Lisa was paying her any attention! Kathleen decided that she might just as well dispense with her clothing altogether. After all, Louis-having slid Lisa's panties completely over the girl's legs-was now swiftly unbuttoning his shirt. She saw no reason why she shouldn't join them in their nudity-even if she wasn't permitted to play an active role in their coupling.
Even though she was drunk, Kathleen knew better than to interfere with Chabrol's pleasure. Perhaps on another occasion, when he had savoured Lisa's body and knew the girl more intimately, he would encourage her to
