participate. But for now… Kathleen wriggled completely out of her dress and slipped one hand firmly down the front of her panties, pushing two of her fingers into the slightly moist cleft of her sex and playing with the slit while she watched the couple. Yes, she giggled to herself. It would be nice to sit here quietly and fondle my quim while they do all the work of exciting me! Kathleen drew her legs up and settled herself into a comfortable position, pausing to drain off the rest of her champagne and then concentrating on her private, skilful wanking…
After she had experienced some five minutes of Chabrol's experienced fondling, Lisa's passion had been aroused to a crescendo. She clung to his neck, her naked body twisting and thrusting against him, the reddened lips of her cunt pressing and rubbing at Chabrol's prick: pressing the knob with a pleasing, sensuous massage as the girl moved up and down-stretching on the tips of her toes to make contact with his iron-timbered sex. Chabrol eventually decided that she was ripe for his particular brand of love-making. He eased the girl steadily towards an ottoman which lay at one side of his luxuriously-fitted office: a large, red-velvet covered antique which happened to face towards the easy chair where Kathleen was slowly masturbating. Lisa was putty in his arms. She would do anything for this wonderful man! He had given her more thrills in the first minutes of their meeting than either Richard or Kathleen! And when Chabrol gently insinuated her body across one plush arm of the ottoman; positioning her so that she was resting her breasts on the soft, spacious velvet arm-her head and her hair dangling over its side and her knees, nicely apart, pressing into the deep cushions-Lisa willingly adopted the pose. She knew that the attitude of her bottom gave him a revealing view of her sex-its upward-thrusting globes enabling the Frenchman to see every particular of her unavoidably opened cunt-but she assumed that Chabrol merely wanted to caress these private quarters…
Lisa was quite unprepared for the next stage of her seduction!
The astute and versatile Chabrol knelt behind her, crouching low so that he could pass one hand beneath the girl's crotch. He brought his fingers up, bending them at the second joint and pressing them tightly against Lisa's streamingly wet pussy, then coaxed the slit more widely open by applying the tips of his fingers to the sticky, swollen lips. It required every ounce of iron determination for Lisa to remain passive during this slow, tickling penetration. She could feel the furnace of her quim blazing up as Chabrol fondled with such infuriating care into the slot: his fingers peeling the treacly membranes apart and inching oh-so-gradually upwards…
But this was merely a preliminary! When he judged that the girl had been sufficiently provoked, Chabrol changed hands-bringing his right arm across the front of Lisa's belly and transferring his fingers so smoothly that the girl scarcely realised that her cunt was now being fondled by a new set of digits. The love-juice which was liberally smeared on his previously frigging fingers was wiped carefully on Chabrol's penis. He lubricated the shaft with Lisa's sex-cream, and was pleased to discover that several dewdrops of his own spunk had seeped out of his cock; enabling him to mix the two liquids together and thoroughly grease his knob from crown to hilt. When he had finished, the rod shone with a glistening, oily polish: its flesh was sticky to the touch, the plump arrow of the crest especially well-annointed.
This lubrication was vital-as Lisa was soon to appreciate!
Chabrol held his rigid penis around its base, bending the thick member until its pointed phallus was again nudging between the girl's arse-cheeks. He breathed harshly as he felt the meaty hole of the anus contract against his prick. The probing crown was now sticking upwards-at a perfect angle for penetration-and Chabrol frigged more violently into Lisa's cunt (wanting to stimulate her until she was willing to permit any cruelty-even the violent fucking of her arse!)
At first, through the red mists of her ecstasy, Lisa though that her lover had misjudged his aim. The enormous shaft couldn't possibly hope to cram into her rear passageway! Why… it would be difficult enough for it to fuck her tender little pussy, let alone-!!
“Ahhggg!” The choked, frantic scream rang from Lisa's mouth as if her body had suffered an extreme electric shock. She went white with pain, every nerve in her body flashing danger signals to her brain. A searing hotness flooded up into her bowels, the dry entrance suddenly ripped into a wider cavity than it had ever experienced as Chabrol ruthlessly fucked his prick into the tight, fragile little anus!
Lisa felt too weak to struggle. The agony of feeling her arsehole being impaled on such a terrifyingly large stick seemed to numb her; freezing all action and making the girl grow limp with nervous exhaustion. The pain reached a zenith as Chabrol's cock drove to its limit and remained in her anus, quite still and throbbing with a controlled, even rhythm. Soon, Lisa was able to catch her breath and stop the terrified whimpering which bubbled from her trembling lips. The fierce poker still agonised her, but she felt irrationally proud that she hadn't fainted-that she had borne its terrible first onslaught with relative composure.
And now that the worst was so obviously over, Lisa cautiously moved her buttocks; experimenting to find out if the hard engine which was lodged in her arse would give her a similar sensation to being fucked in the more usual orifice. It was a strange, disquieting feeling… She was aware of an emptiness in her cunt, a curiously hollow emotion along the passageway to her womb, while the rear entrance contained all the stiff flesh it was capable of holding…
Chabrol allowed her to recover from his unexpected attack. He waited, enjoying the extremely tight pressure which surrounded his knob, softly caressing the outer lips of Lisa's sex and crouching closely over the girl, his mouth kissing her quivering back as if she was a terrified doe caught in a trap. When he considered that she was now ready to receive a thorough arse-fucking, he began to ease his tightly-clamped cock slowly backwards… withdrawing the hot-blooded penis an inch at a time and savoring every moment of its passage through the humid, red-tinged meat of Lisa's anus. Before the spearhead could slip free of the small, bruised mouth, Chabrol checked the movement. He paused for a few seconds, then fucked forward again-driving his rod back into the puckered shit-place and leaning his weight on the girl until it slid beautifully to its hilt once more.
Lisa was prepared this time. She concentrated on keeping her sphincter as relaxed as possible, facilitating the thrust of Chabrol's dick by yielding passively to its thick progress along her rear tube.
At the third inward lunge, Lisa actually began to enjoy the sensation! She screwed her arse-cheeks around in a provocative, encouraging undulation; shamelessly flaunting her hind-quarters and pushing her buttocks strenuously against the incoming prick. The cheeks rubbed intimately into Chabrol's crotch each time he fucked forward, moving reluctantly but briefly away from the hairy loins as he withdrew.
Gradually, the momentum of his arse-fucking increased. Chabrol was now driving lustily in and out of the forbidden slot, working his cock furiously back and forth-reaming out the brown tunnel until Lisa's response was as violent as his hot lunges; her uptilted bottom waggling around, her breasts shimmying as they hung loosely over the arm of the ottoman. She went into rut-jerking her hips insanely and crying out in fevered, sobbing phrases that her cunt was filling with cream…
“Fuck me! Fuck me!!” Lisa urged shrilly. “Stick it into me-harder, harder, you bastard! Oh, I could shit all over your prick! It's so stiff! It's fucking right through my body! I'm going to come-I'm going to come out of my arse, you beautiful fucker!!”
Chabrol stabbed more and more violently into her anus, his strokes keener now-his hard-fucking weapon ploughing and slewing through the wet, shitty meat as Lisa spurred him on with her obscene, crazed ranting.
Facing them, now leaning forward and scrabbling wildly into her cunt, Kathleen watched the couple in profile: seeing her ex-lover's cock poking vigorously into the girl's arse-now disappearing between the raised, urgently working cheeks, now sliding free of them and pausing for a second or two, poised at the darling's white buttocks, its stalwart red length quivering with naked violence before it again sank out of view and fucked into its dark, wetly welcoming domain… Suddenly, after a frantic series of jerks that sent Chabrol's prick rapidly in and out of Lisa's anus, the pair locked together-their bodies shuddering with the joy of simultaneous orgasm. Kathleen's eyes lost their focus. She frigged her quim until the slit dripped with come, whipping the long forefinger of her right hand in a rapid motion that scratched at the red, juicy walls and made her thighs pump open-and-shut. And with the excitement of her own climax, the woman no longer cared that she was excluded from the far more ecstatic union which Lisa and Chabrol were sharing…
This was the pinnacle of Lisa's sexual experience so far. She had never, in her most erotic daydreams, imagined that an orgasm could be so violently thrilling-especially without being aided by the penetration of her cunt! But the gouts of spunk which Chabrol was shooting into her arse more than compensated for any lack in her sex- slit: as he fucked stream after stream of thick, curdling cream through her anus and skewered her much-stretched bum-hole on his massive shaft.
The girl collapsed into a mind-expanding, pyrotechnical world of flaming suns and multi-coloured star patterns; her senses reeling uncontrollably with each pulse of the man's knob. Comets flared before her closed
