As he sat down she said, “Thank you for the French teddy bear. He’s lovely.”

  He smiled. “Well, you’re still my girl.”

  “Not so little,” Nicole said, flirting with him. She helped herself to a grape, and then said, “Was it all right I spent the afternoon with Rafiq? I sensed it was what you wanted me to do.” In her heart, Nicole wanted him to be jealous. So she asked him, “How did you feel when you saw Rafiq lead me upstairs?”

  “Oh amused and aroused, I suppose. And then amazed at the number of times I heard you cry out in orgasm.” He shook his head in surprise. “I never realized how much that turned me on, listening to you being fucked silly. How many times did Rafiq make you come?”

  Nicole blushed prettily. “I lost count,” she said. Then she looked at him and said, “I wanted it to be you fucking me, Jack.”

  “Darling, I can hardly blame Rafiq for wanting you. I’d told him how beautiful and desirable you are. He knew he had my permission to make his move: it was my way of saying thank you to him for letting me fuck Zidi. And anyway, wasn’t it what you wanted too?”

  Nicole couldn’t help smiling. She could hardly argue when she knew he was right. Her desire for Rafiq had been immediate and intense. She sat drinking her wine for a moment and then ran her fingers through her wet hair.

  “My hair needs washing,” she said in a soft voice. “Would you do it for me?”

  His eyes met hers. “Of course,” he said.

  Ever since she started to grow her hair long, he had taken pleasure in washing it for her. Of course it took only a minute or so in the shower, but Nicole loved to kneel with her head over the bath, her hair hanging down, while her Jack leaned over her and used a jug to first wet the fine strands and then rinse them clean.

  He did this now, watching with pleasure as Nicole pulled open the bathrobe, exposing the big globes of her breasts, slipped her shoulders out of the sleeves and tightened the sash round her waist. She knelt down and he reached for the jug, testing the temperature of the water before sending it cascading down over the fine curtain of her hair. When it was thoroughly wetted, he reached for the shampoo.

  Nicole could see the liquid he poured into the palm of his hand was coconut oil based, thick and creamy white like fresh semen. Slowly he rubbed one palm against the other, spreading the oily substance to ensure an even distribution on her hair. Then he straddled her waist and reached down, spreading the shampoo over the warm, wet mass.

  His movements were slow, methodical, his fingers working the slippery cream into her scalp, from the front of her head to the back, massaging in the shampoo with an effect so relaxing, so intensely sensual that Nicole felt her pussy flood. She reached between her legs and rolled her clit in her fingers, pressing open the sensitive surfaces of her cuntlips to take advantage of the warm syrup dripping from deep within her hole. The sensation of masturbating while he lathered her hair was indescribable and she knew, from the way he lingered when her hair was piled atop her head, that he was as aroused and enjoying it as much as she was.

  And then he reached for the jug once more and sent a cascade of warm water pouring over Nicole’s head, a balmy deluge that brought her immediately to shuddering orgasm, her three middle fingers fucking into her cunt like three small cocks, each one sending waves of pleasure from her pussywalls into her spasming belly. Her asshole quivered, her rectum craved fucking, but the ritual was only half-finished, however much she longed to be bucking and writhing in ecstasy under him.

  He reached for a towel and handed it Nicole, climbing off her body as she scooped up her wet hair and bundled it into a turban. Then he helped her to her feet, smiling at her face flushed from the pleasure of her climax. She glanced down and saw that washing her hair had its usual effect on him; the g-string cupped his balls but only the base of his prick, much of the shaft and the swollen head, glistening with pre-come, was exposed and stiff against his belly.

  Nicole took his hand and walked to her bedroom. She untied the sash of her robe and dropped it to the floor. Then she sat, naked, on the edge of the bed, her legs open. He handed her a brush and a hair dryer, then knelt between her thighs, his face inches from her aroused clit. At the same moment that Nicole began to slide the brush through her hair in long, even strokes, playing the dryer over the long strands, he applied his mouth to her wet sex and licked with the same rhythm from the crinkle of her rosehole along the slippery surfaces of her pussylips to the erect bud of her clit, his lips closing over the tiny, now over-sensitive organ, squeezing it gently to heighten her pleasure. It was something he had done to her for many years and was still as pleasurable for Nicole as the very first time.

  But she didn’t come; she didn’t try. She enjoyed the sensation but kept something in reserve, a holding back that he sensed and soon got to his feet, pulling off his t-shirt in a smooth motion and dropping it to the floor, then stripping off the semen-sodden thong. Nicole put the dryer and the brush on the floor, then ran her fingers through her hair and fanned it out as she lay back on the bed. A moment later and he was straddling her upturned face, semen dripping from the head of his prick into her open mouth.

  Nicole reached up and linked her fingers round his waist. Then she hoisted herself up, taking his penis into her mouth and deep into her throat, her lips closing round the shaft in a tight oval, sucking hard. He groaned deep in his chest with pleasure as she relaxed and lowered her head, still clasping his prick with her mouth, then raised herself again, a milking action that brought a steady stream of slippery come from his balls and into her mouth. On the downstroke she swallowed, savoring the thick salty liquid as it slid down her gullet.

  Nicole knew he would not be able to hold out against her skilled sucking for long, he was too aroused. But she also knew, as he did, that if she brought him to orgasm then it would be only minutes before he was ready again, and she wanted to spend much of the night having the second and subsequent loads pumped into her hungry pussy and ass. She sucked harder, tightening the grip of her lips round the base of his cock, nursing him into the wet depths of her throat.

  And then he groaned in ecstasy and Nicole quickly slid her mouth back on his prick until she was sure she could alternately breathe and swallow. A moment later she felt his whole body tremble and he cried out, thick liquid gushing into the back of her throat, so much that she struggled to swallow the slippery mass. But eventually the flow ebbed and she knew that, for the moment, his balls were empty. She unlaced her fingers and lay back, smiling at him in the hope that she had pleased him. He lay on top of her, his lips meeting hers, his tongue pressing into her mouth to taste his sperm.

  As she had predicted, it wasn’t long before he moved onto his side and urged her to lie with her back along his body, one leg cocked over his thigh to part her sticky pussylips. He reached down to take hold of his prick and Nicole waited for him to move his hips forward or back, fucking into her cunt or her ass. He arched his back and thrust forward, sinking his rigid cock deep into her pussy, making her moan aloud with delight.

  He fucked her slowly, pulling out to allow the head of his cock to work at the mouth of her hole, then sliding out and up to tease her clit, before plowing back as deeply as possible into her cunt. Nicole’s juices flowed, dripping onto the sheets, soaking his smooth balls, heightening the intense pleasure she felt in finally having her pussy fucked.

  Then he changed his rhythm. Now, each time he pulled out, he slid the tip of his cock both up to Nicole’s clit and back to her asshole, adding his slippery semen to her natural oils. Then he withdrew from her cunt and pushed the engorged knob of his cock into the tight grip of her anus. She whimpered from the slight discomfort of being buggered again so soon after Rafiq had plundered her back passage that afternoon but quickly recovered and started a muscular, rippling action in her rectum, sucking his cock into the deepest recesses of her bowels.

  Again Jack started pumping, this time very slowly, pausing occasionally so that he could reach down and part her buttocks with his fingers, checking that there was sufficient lube on his cock so he didn’t hurt her and taking pleasure in seeing her tiny anal sphincter stretched taut round the base of his penis, a slick, tight clinging of flesh to flesh. Nicole, eager to heighten the sensation for both him and herself, slipped her hand between her legs and curled three long thin fingers into her sopping pussy, wrapping the fingers round his shaft through the thin membrane and masturbating it with quick little strokes.

  Almost immediately he pressed his belly against her buttocks, thrusting every last inch of his prick into her asshole, his body jerking in orgasm, another heavy load of come spurting deep into her bowels. Finally he lay still and Nicole heard his breathing slow as he fell asleep. Then she, too, fell asleep, happy to be back in his bed, lying in his arms, his prick once more back where it belonged, deep in her satisfied asshole.

  * * * *

  For Jack Sommersby, the pleasure of owning a house with several bedrooms and being the only occupant, except when Nicole was staying with him on holiday from school, meant that he could set a room apart for when he, or anyone else, wanted to have sex. The double bed had a metal frame headboard, which Jack loved to see Nicole hold onto as she braced herself ready for the first entry of his cock into her backside. He covered the mattress with a single silk sheet, which he could change easily if it were stained with baby oil, or a thicker lube if more than just a penis was being pushed into a welcoming hole.

  Right now it was Jack himself who was occupying the room, spending a languid hour after lunch with Zidi. Jack was moving his hips very slowly, gently, the muscles in his ass flexing as he fucked the length of his cock back and forth in the young man’s asshole who was lying beneath him. As he buggered the young man, Jack ran his tongue over and down the soft skin of Zidi’s jawline and down his neck, savouring the taste and warm scent of the smooth skin. Then he moved his face back and trapped Zidi’s full lips under his, his tongue pushing into the young man’s mouth in rhythm with his cock shuttling back and forth in Zidi’s overstuffed rectum.

  Again and again Jack thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into Zidi, making the young man shudder with delight. The Moroccan’s legs, wrapped round Jack’s waist, tightened to pull Jack further inside him. The invitation tempted Jack to fuck Zidi harder but he held back, choosing instead to rotate his hips, the head of his cock pushing even deeper into the young man’s bowels. The pleasure Jack felt was intense, and he knew he would come too soon if he didn’t slow down a little.

  Slowly and carefully, Jack eased his hips back, the length of his cock sliding from the grip of the young man’s sphincter with an audible slurp. Zidi gasped against his ear, “Non-” but Jack shushed him and said, “Wait.”

  Sliding his body forward through the arc of Zidi’s clasping legs, Jack brought his cock, slippery with lube and semen, level with the young man’s mouth. Without hesitation Zidi opened his lips and Jack sank the head and as much of the shaft of his cock as he could into the young man’s open mouth, shuddering with delight as Zidi started to suck hungrily.

  For Jack, Zidi’s mouth clasped round the head of his cock was a different pleasure from fucking the young man’s ass, warmer, wetter, the sensation concentrated on the tight circle of Zidi’s lips rather than along the full length of Jack’s prick as it was when he was buried in the sheath of the young man’s rectum. It was no less intense, Zidi’s long, drawing sucks making Jack’s balls tighten with the surging heat of his semen, but Jack had buggered Nicole enough times to be able to hold back from filling Zidi’s throat with his come, preferring instead to pump it in gushes into the Moroccan’s welcoming asshole.

  Gently but firmly Jack pulled his cock from the clasping oval of Zidi’s mouth and settled himself back between the young man’s legs, delighting in the way Zidi once more arched his supple back and locked his legs around Jack’s waist. Jack reached down under Zidi’s firmly muscled backside, took hold of his cock, slick with lube and the young man’s saliva, and positioned it on the opening of Zidi’s rosehole. In one, exquisitely pleasurable, movement he sank the full length of his penis into the his rectum in a smooth, upward stroke. Zidi cried out with pleasure and Jack felt the young man’s cock, trapped between the taut muscles of their bellies, convulse and ejaculate, streams of warm sperm bursting from the tip.

  Highly aroused, the sensation of feeling Zidi come set off Jack’s own climax. He thrust his prick as deep as he possibly could into the young man’s body and felt himself explode in orgasm, a great rush of liquid heat surging through the shaft of his prick to spurt into Zidi’s bowels. Time and again Jack jerked his hips, waves of ecstasy washing over him as he climaxed, his eyes closing and a wordless cry escaping his lips as he emptied his balls into the squirming young man.

  At last the spurts began to slow and Jack looked down at Zidi. His eyes were closed and he had a soft smile on his lips. Jack knew from experience that it would only be moments before Zidi was good for another orgasm and that he would want to spurt his come into Jack’s mouth, at the same time as he was sucking clean Jack’s prick, fresh from the depths of his ass. Maybe next time Jack would simply pull his spurting prick from Zidi’s rectum and climax straight into his mouth: he knew the young Moroccan would love that.

  It was a delightful thought and brought new life to his cock, still bathing in the warm clasp of Zidi’s sperm-filled rectum. Suddenly Jack had a craving for swallowing several mouthfuls of fresh, creamy come and he flexed his hips, slowly withdrawing so that he could maneuver Zidi into the 69 position. Zidi responded by squirming with delight, always eager, always willing.

  Later, leaving Zidi dozing on the bed, Jack made his way downstairs to brew himself some coffee. He saw that Nicole had left a note on the fridge and smiled as he read the message. ‘Jack - gone shopping with Rafiq -fish for dinner - love you!’

  Jack was delighted how readily Nicole was adapting to living in France and learning the language. She was able to ask for what they needed when they went shopping together in the market, she helped him translate letters he’d been sent by prospective clients wanting to know how much he charged for his services as a freelance photographer, and she had visited the house where Rafiq and Zidi rented a room. Nicole was proud to be able to tell him that she had understood Rafiq’s conversation with the woman who managed the building, laughed with her about how well endowed the Moroccan was, and even flirted with her husband before Rafiq grew impatient and led her upstairs for a vigorous bout of sodomy.

  For Jack, the only disappointment was that Nicole seemed cool toward Zidi. She had never made any move toward having sex with the young man, nor had she suggested she wanted to join him when he was buggering Zidi. She was perfectly friendly with Zidi, talking and laughing with him, but she seemed content to give her pussy and asshole to his friend, Rafiq, which seemed a shame when Jack could envision any number of sexual scenarios which included Nicole and Zidi.

  The thought made Jack’s cock stir and he idly reached down, hefted his stiffening prick in his hand and started to masturbate. What amazed Jack was the availability of sex whenever he wanted it made him more, not less, horny and the simple act of baring his prick made him ache to empty his balls into Nicole or Zidi, whichever suited his mood.

  Zidi appeared, wearing a t-shirt and buttoning the shorts he habitually wore. He had a surprisingly large cock and Jack could clearly see the thick shaft outlined against the thin material.

  “I go to catch bus, Mr. Jack,” Zidi said and smiled when he saw Jack was holding his erect cock.

  “Take money for the bus from the table in the hall,” said Jack. “And thank you, it is always nice when you let me fuck you.”

  “I have much pleasure with you,” said Zidi with a shy smile. “Rafiq very rough sometimes, use me like a woman. You are gentle, make sure I enjoy it when you fuck my ass.”

  He stepped closer to Jack, leaned up and opened his mouth. Jack put his arms round Zidi and kissed him hard on the lips, his tongue sliding into Zidi’s mouth at the same time as Zidi curled his fingers round the shaft of Jack’s cock and moved his hand back and forth, sending a frisson of pleasure through the older man’s body. For a moment Jack debated whether to hoist Zidi onto the kitchen table for a repeat of the sodomy session he had just enjoyed but he felt hot and sweaty and wanted to cool off in the swimming pool before Nicole came home. Reluctantly Jack broke the kiss and stepped back, gingerly sliding his very hard cock from the Moroccan’s grip.

  Zidi laughed. “I come back with Rafiq tomorrow,” he said. “Then you give me big cock in my bum while Rafiq show Nicole nice time.”

  “It’s a deal,” said Jack and waved as Zidi picked up the money he needed for the bus, no more, and closed the door behind him.

  * * * *

  Lying naked on his back in the pool, moving his arms and legs just enough to stay afloat, Jack was pleased when a taxi drew up outside the house. A moment later Nicole called out, “Hello Jack,” as she walked through the patio doors carrying two bottles of cold beer and glasses on a tray.

  “Did you get what you wanted?”

  “Yes,” said Nicole, taking one of the beers and stretching out on a sun bed. She was wearing a cut-off cotton top that buttoned up the front and left her midriff bare and shorts so tiny they left the bottom half of each cheek exposed and so tight they outlined the cleft of her pussy.