I~ Chapter 04

_PAGE: EROTICA+ TV

_TITLE: A WORLD OF SEXUAL ADVENTURES

_AUTHOR: LOLO

_CHAPTER 04:

Louis spread her legs; the sight was mind-boggling. Cyprine was everywhere. Germaine was dripping like a hot tap. His cock was so hard it hurt.

He asked;

__Are you okay, slut? How's your ass?

She tried to smile at him, but it was an effort. She said in a small voice;

__It's wonderful, but I feel so weak

__LOUIS: Relax, slut, relax. Rest for a moment. Veronique will have you climbing the walls in a minute

Germaine turned her head and smiled at Veronique;

__One day, I'll do that to you

Veronique replied;

__I'm counting on it

Her fingers worked frantically in her own hot pussy. Then she began to twist the fake cock wildly, pushing it in deep, making Germaine's steaming pussy beg for more.

She ground her hips against the bulging dildo and clenched her ass muscles;

__Oh, fuck, that's good, that's so good

Flashes of light flashed through her brain as the little ones' cum, coming in bursts began to flood her body with pleasure.

She screamed at Louis;

__Give me, mmmm give me your cock! I need your cock! OHHHH MY GOD

Louis pushed his engorged cock against her open lips and Germaine immediately began to suck it frantically.

Louis moaned;

__Yeah suck! Suck it! Suck my cock, Germaine! Suck Again

Germaine wrapped her lips around the thick shaft and sucked it deep into her mouth until the head rested at the very entrance to her throat.

Veronique began to work the dildo back and forth in Germaine's pussy. She fucked her with deep penetrating thrusts, thrusts that sent bolts of pleasure through every nerve in Germaine's hot, horny body.

Germaine was going crazy. She let out a long cry of pure ecstasy.

Veronique screamed;

__Fuck, Germaine! Fuck, that fake cock! I want to see your pussy squeeze it to death. Cum on it, cum darling! Cum again ahhhhh

Veronique's voice was shrill; her face contorted. She had four fingers of her left hand buried deep in her own pussy and her hips were writhing

obscenely on the fingers that were thrusting into her.

Germaine was rubbing the dildo as hard as she could. She was on the verge of a massive orgasm, rocking wildly in the throes of sublime passion. Her brain threatened to explode.

She moaned through a mouth full of swollen cock;

__Fuck, fuck yes fuck me harder! Make me cum!

She was begging...

Louis commanded;

__Fuck her! Fuck her hard, Veronique! Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum. Sweet Germaine! I'm gonna

cum! Ohhhhh my life

Somewhere in her feverish mind, Germaine heard Louis' words and the powerful muscles of her cheeks sucked his delicious cock deep into the furnace of her mouth. The powerful vacuum sucked the hot cum from his balls and he came in hot, stinging spurts into her waiting throat.

Veronique shoved the huge dildo all the way into Germaine's eager pussy, sending her ultra-sensitive body over the edge. Her pussy began to spasm with ecstasy and her body shook violently. Her mind was crushed by a tidal wave of pleasure and she thought she would surely pass out.

Her ass spasmodically contracted as wave after wave of glorious sensation washed over her. Then she collapsed against the couch, limp and exhausted.

The phone rang insistently. Germaine didn't know how long it had been before she finally, and painfully, penetrated her sexual arousal. Neither Louis nor Veronique made any attempt to get her.

Finally, with great effort, she reached across the couch and picked up the offending instrument.

__GERMAINE: Good morning.

Her husband said in an irritated voice;

__It's about time! Where were you?

She said lazily;

__Right here, Louis and Véronique came.

Billy asked;

__What the hell were you doing?

Germaine replied with a smile;

__Fuck!

There was a pause...

__BILLY: Well, the kids are on their way. Bénédicte is driving and Julien is flying. They'll both be here around six. And Germaine... keep your pussy warm. I'm going home.

She heard Billy laugh as she hung up.

~~ BÉNÉDICTE ~~

It was one of those rare days in the country: sunny, clear and smog-free. On top of that, the road was practically empty of traffic. For Bénédicte M'pong, it was

the cherry on the cake.

She drove the convertible with easy confidence. The wind whipped her long

ponytail and she brushed a strand of hair away from her full lips.

The morning sun warmed her face and body, chasing the night before from her mind and like a child coming home from school, she reveled in its warmth.

Impulsively, she unzipped the zippers that ran down the middle of her denim jacket and skirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The harsh wind hardened the nipples of her full breasts and ripped her jacket open, exposing her left breast.

A loud honk made her laugh.

Eat your heart out, she thought with a smile. She was proud of her superstructure, and her slender frame served to accentuate them even more. They were full, firm, and tipped with large nipples; perfectly round and prominent. She worked hard to keep them that way.

Entering one of the endless curves, the sun found her tanned thighs. It was warm, sensual; like a lover’s caress, and she opened her legs wider to receive it. She zipped up the skirt further and was rewarded with a ray of warm sunlight

directly on her pussy. The heat coursed through her body and into her being. Lazily, her hand played with the reddish-blond hair that hung from her tiny panties. For once, she was on top of the world.

Another horn sounded and she heard the screech of tires. She giggled. If they could only see what I really do, she thought, they’d fall right off the cliff.

Bénédicte’s finger had wriggled beneath her panties and found refuge in her hot, pink pussy. The warm glow, along with the sun, gave her entire being a feeling of contentment she hadn’t known in a long time. She was glad to be going home. A nameless feeling had been gnawing at her for days, ever since her mother had called her for the anniversary meeting. And her secret fantasy had become more frequent and more vivid. Just last night, she had had to summon it from her subconscious, to fuel the furnace of her hungry body, to put herself on top.

The road stretched out before her, and she remembered.

Her mind was detached, separated from her body. It floated freely, and his eye wandered around the room. He saw her lying on the bed, her legs spread and pulled over Luc Sally's shoulders. He saw her sweaty body and his skinny cock pumping furiously in and out of her half-dry pussy. He could hear her mechanical responses, moaning and moving at the right time, like an actress in a role. It was a good performance,

Luc Sally thought she was hot.

Benedicte knew she should call him back, make him help her through this as she had done so often in the past. Sex with Luc Sally had lost what little sparkle it once had. For the millionth time, she wondered why she was letting this man fuck her.

Because he looks like your brother, Julien, a small voice told her.

Her mind roamed the room again, scanning Luc's flanks, her own firm, round buttocks; her pink, puckered asshole, contracting involuntarily; her round breasts flattened against her chest by his weight, her blond hair framing her

oval face; then he was back in his rightful place.

Julien! Oh, Julien, she thought, come to me! I need you! She could see her brother

as he had been that day: young, but with a grown-up cock. He lay naked on his bed, legs spread, his hand slowly stroking his thick cock, bringing it to life.

She saw herself watching from the closet, a childish game that suddenly became arousing. The strange, unfamiliar heat that began in her pussy, spreading upwards through her body.

Her eyes widened as Julien gripped his cock tightly. He couldn't get his hand around the entire throbbing shaft. His cock fascinated her; long, thick and meaty, with a heavy sack of testicles hanging between his legs. She had trouble

breathing.

Bénédicte watched him stroke the shaft, picking up speed. Each stroke seemed to send an electric shock through her pussy, making it throb. She pressed her hand against her mound and hot, sticky juices began to ooze out and wet her panties. A hot wave of pleasure ran through her body. Without consciously thinking about it, her hands began small explorations; belly, hips, breasts, thighs. Breasts and thighs!

She heard Julien moan, saw his fist begin to fly up and down the engorged shaft, saw the veins bulge, the purple head angry. Fingers slid under the elastic bands of the panties, through the silky down, searching, finding her drooling slit, and a magic spot that intensified this new thrill. A blinding flash flashed before her eyes and her legs went weak. She inhaled, but made no sound.

Julien's cock seemed to fill her vision and his fingers moved with brutal finesse. The pleasure came in waves.

She could see it!

She could feel it!

He was filling her!

As her dream within a dream brought her to reality, she screamed;

__Oh, my God! Yessssss! That's it! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Make me cum! I need to cum!

__Shit, baby, oh, shit, Benedict... baby, you're so sexy. I love fucking you! Cum, oh for me! Cum for Luc!

Her mind heard nothing. It reached for her brother's huge cock. A huge wave carried her over it;

__Aaaaaaahhhh! . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!

Her legs wrapped tightly around Luc's back, her fingers digging into his flesh. He screamed his pain and pleasure as his cock exploded with ardor into Benedict's now juicy pussy.

She felt the hot, sticky cream spurt, like lava, inside her body, filling the cavern of her pussy, then seeping into the crack of her ass. Her body thrashed and her hips bucked wildly against his, her pussy walls trying to squeeze every drop of pleasure from his shrinking cock. Her mind and body tensed, but it was no use. The image slowly faded.

A car horn honked as her car drifted toward the white line. Her brows furrowed and beads of sweat beaded on her forehead. She blinked and a shiver ran down her spine. The fantasy grew stronger, the urge more insistent. Oh, God, how she wished Julien wasn’t her brother.

He’s just your adopted brother, not your real brother, the little voice said. Who would know?

Bénédicte pushed the tormenting thought from her mind, but like a seed planted, it had already taken root in her subconscious. She pressed the accelerator and the car took off. Bénédicte M'pong was in a hurry.

~~ JULIEN ~~

As the young flight attendant leaned over to help an elderly passenger, her skirt tightened around her buttocks. It was a very nice ass, Julien M'pong thought, as he watched from two rows back. It looked familiar. It had an ass he knew and loved. As he watched it, he had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and pat it; so much so that he deliberately crossed his arms to avoid a reflex.

The more he watched the well-formed behind sway from side to side, the more he wondered what ass it reminded him of. Impulsively, he pressed the call button.

The flight attendant stood up and straightened her skirt, effectively hiding the heart-shaped mounds. But Julien had memorized its contours. He searched his mind, taking in the girl's long legs as he did; young, in her twenties, a pretty smile, a full bosom hidden beneath the tailored blouse.

Damn, he thought, Benedict! Always at the edge of his thoughts; even here and now, after all this time.

__Yes, Mr. M'pong, can I get you something?

TO BE CONTINUED...