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"Oui … I mean, yes," the girl said.
Donna looked up at me, still stroking my dick. I don’t think I have ever seen that look in her eyes before, lidded and languid. She licked the length of my dick, looking sidelong at Sylvie.
"I’m Donna," she said. "Rocketman here is Martin." She licked me again. I couldn’t believe what was unfolding. "Why don’t you join us?" she asked.
After a second’s hesitation, Sylvie shrugged out of her robe and stepped into the steaming water. Her body was taut and boyish, with small, firm breasts and slender hips. In the flickering candlelight, I could see her smoothly shaven pussy lips glistening darkly. She sat next to me as Donna resumed sucking my dick. In and out, warm and cold. Sylvie stretched out on the shelf on her stomach, her tight butt spread.
"Comment tu fais ca?" she whispered to Donna as she watched Donna’s lips slide up and down my rocket. "How do you do that?"
"You don’t know how to suck a man’s cock?" Donna asked in surprise, continuing to stroke me slowly.
"French boys like the ass," she said with a shamefaced shake of her tousled head.
"Well, it’s easy and fun," Donna said. "Just remember that the most sensitive part is along the bottom, especially near the tip. You caress that part with your tongue while you suck it in and out."
"And no teeth," I interjected, still amazed at Donna’s sudden exhibitionism.
"See?" Donna took my full length in her mouth. "And sometimes you lick the shaft like this," she said as she demonstrated.
"And the balls," I said, panting. "Don’t forget the balls."
"Right," Donna said as she took my bad boys in her mouth one at a time. Hot and cold, warm and cool.
Sylvie watched transfixed. She squirmed as the warm water lapped at her splayed pussy.
"You try," Donna said suddenly. I was flabbergasted. All through our years of marriage, Donna had always been a willing and even enthusiastic lover, but she had always been private and monogamous. She held my dick in one hand, steadying it for Sylvie, who leaned forward and tentatively licked my swollen tip. My big man enjoyed the unfamiliar touch of her full lips and lurched in encouragement. "Go ahead, try it," Donna encouraged her.
Sylvie took me between her lips, then slowly into her mouth. Her tongue caressed my glans as she took me deeper and deeper, getting up on her hands and knees for a better angle. If that girl had never had a man’s dick in her mouth, she was a natural.
Donna sat up next to me, pressing her tits against my chest, and kissed me. I could taste my salty lubricant on her tongue.
"How is that, baby?" she breathed into my ear.
"Mmmmm," I said. She knelt so she could press her nipples into my mouth. "She’s good, but then, she had a great teacher." Donna stood now, straddling me, cradling my head in her hands, and presented me with her shaven cunt. I nibbled and licked her again, looking for her clit, which again swelled and reached for my tongue. Sylvie sucked my dick deep into her throat, then out again. I was suffering, my balls seemed swollen and my dick almost beyond sensation as her smooth lips and tongue explored and worked me over. Donna was nearing another climax, panting and moaning.
Abruptly, Sylvie stopped her practicing and looked up.
"You will do that?" she asked.
Donna, on the verge of orgasm, looked down at her.
"What?"
"That. French boys say is dirty."
I released Donna’s swollen lips and looked at Sylvie. She was sitting in the shallow water next to me, her slender legs spread. Her pussy lips were dark, the color of very ripe cherries, and she was fondling herself.
"I say is sexy," I said huskily.
"What it feel like?" she said to Donna as she spread her lips with her fingers.
Donna sat on my other side in the shallow warm water.
"Let Marty show you," she said. My amazement grew. I looked at Sylvie, meeting her black eyes, then leaned toward her and kissed her on the mouth. We slowly swapped tongues. I cupped one of her breasts in one hand, rolling the nipple until it was hard. I leaned down, kissing her thighs as she leaned back on her elbows and opened herself to me. I sniffed her pussy, sampling her unfamiliar musk, gently tracing lines along her labia with my tongue. She moaned and arched her back. I sucked them harder, drawing her folds into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. She gasped. I licked circles around her mound, probing gently for her clit. It was tiny, hiding under its little cherry hood, but I coaxed it out, first with my tongue and then my lips. She was panting. Her clit finally stood up, and I took it in my mouth and flicked at it with the tip of my tongue.
I was settling in to bring her to climax when Donna began to grope at my dick. I turned over and lay on my back in the warm water, encouraging Sylvie to sit on my face as Donna lowered her steaming cunt onto my rod. Rarely had I felt it so snug, so unctuous, so smooth. She ground her mound into my belly with each downstroke.
Sylvie squatted over my face and I resumed sucking her demure clit. I teased her asshole with my pinky and fucked her slowly with my thumb as I sucked. She cried out, and then her moans were suddenly muffled. I peeked out from between her thighs to see her and Donna locked in a tongue-swapping kiss as Donna fucked herself on my dick and Sylvie came, her cunt gripping my thumb and her fluids running over my chin. I could feel the freight train of an orgasm lining itself up deep in my balls.
Donna stopped, letting my dick slap down on my stomach, and stood up. Sylvie reluctantly pulled her pussy away from my lips and stood also. I sat up between them. They faced each other and there was an electric moment.
"Your turn," Donna said to Sylvie. She guided Sylvie into a squatting position, her back to me but straddling me, then guided my dick into Sylvie’s pussy. It was very tight, despite all the foreplay, and Sylvie pushed slowly down to take me inside. She locked her feet around my calves to take me all the way in, leaned back against me and I cupped her tits in my hands, fondling her nipples.
Suddenly I felt Donna’s lips sucking at my balls, then she licked her way up and began to eat Sylvie’s cunt. I had never known her to show any interest in other women, yet she ate this girl like a pro. Sylvie spread her legs, sitting down hard on my dick, its entire length buried deep inside her, leaned hard back against me, and moaned, gasping, her limbs stretched and sinews taut, as she came for a very long time, panting and writhing on my pole.
"God," I said, out of breath and sore. "I’m going to come. In fact, my balls might just explode."
Sylvie pulled herself up, exposing my dick again to the cool night air, and sat in the warm water next to Donna. Together, they licked my dick clean, taking turns sucking my balls. The freight train left the station, slowly at first like freight trains do but then rushing downhill. Then its brakes failed and out it came, dollop after dollop of white cream shooting out of my dick, splattering Donna’s and Sylvie’s faces and tits. They smeared it around their chests, then Donna gently pulled Sylvie to her and kissed her on the mouth.
"Welcome to the land of the free," she said with a smile.
"I’m glad I came," Sylvie said, returning Donna’s smile, as we all sank into the hot water, our nerves raw with sexual exhaustion.
Now I know why they call it the City of Angels.
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