“Every kind of shellfish imaginable for a fish stew and some wonderful seasonal vegetables. A fresh baguette, unsalted Normandy butter, a tarte tatin for dessert and a bottle of really good white wine. All for only five Euros.”

  “You’re joking!” said Jack in amazement, climbing out of the pool and reaching for a towel.

  “Yes, but I haven’t broken the bank, honest.”

  “Good girl,” he said, pleased Nicole was taking care to keep to a budget. It had cost a great deal to buy the farmhouse and renovate it: money would be in short supply for a year or so.

  “Did Rafiq take you to his aunt’s?”

  “For a good buggering, you mean? No. When we got to town he said there was someone he had to see and left me at the market. I didn’t mind, it meant I could do some clothes shopping.” She added quickly, “With my own money.”

  Jack smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said in a soft voice, pleased her asshole wouldn’t be tender from having to accommodate Rafiq’s huge prick. “I missed you.”

  “I can tell,” Nicole said, looking down at his stiffening cock.

  Jack slid his fingers through her hair and exposed the smooth expanse of her neck. He kissed along the soft skin and up to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth and biting it softly. “Is the fish in the fridge?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

  “Yes,” Nicole said and her eyes met his.

  Jack stood up; the movement brought his now very erect prick close to Nicole’s face. She opened her mouth and reached her hands out to cup his buttocks in her hands, pulling him close, taking the engorged head of his cock, glistening with pre-come, between her lips. Slowly, taking care not to choke her, Jack slid the full length of his cock into Nicole’s mouth until her nose was nestled in the mass of black hair at his groin. His cock throbbed in the confines of her throat and Jack flexed his hips, easing back so she could breathe and swallow the dribbles of come he could feel oozing from the big, swollen glans. Then he slid his cock back, fucking Nicole’s mouth, his breathing becoming labored as she sucked hard every time he filled her throat with his thick, hard sex.

  A low groan of pleasure escaped from Jack’s chest as he reached down to unbutton Nicole’s cotton top. Her breasts were naked underneath and he folded the material back, his fingers overflowing with the warm flesh and squeezing their weight in time to the movements of Nicole’s head and mouth as she feasted on his cock. He stroked her nipples with his thumbs and she gurgled with pleasure and increased the hot suction of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks to draw at the long shaft of Jack’s cock and the bulging head.

  Tension began to build in Jack’s body. His legs started to tremble, his hips jerked as he pushed every inch of his cock, and his balls almost, into Nicole’s greedily suckling mouth. Semen was pouring from his glans, so much that thick ropes of saliva and come escaped from her lower lip and dripped from her chin down onto her breasts, a slippery liquid that Jack rubbed into their smooth skin and the taut tips of her nipples.

  And still Nicole sucked, moving her head tirelessly, pumping his super-hard prick with the greedy embrace of her lips, faster and faster until Jack’s voice rasped in his throat and he cried out, “Now, Nicole! Here it comes baby, drink it down!”

  Nicole gave a nasal moan of approval as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. Before she could swallow it, a second jetted out and she had to move her head back so that she could gulp down the first mouthful of creamy come. Some of the thick cream was forced back between the pulsating shaft and her slippery lips but she slithered and twisted her tongue around the pumping glans to suck up and swallow the salty liquid, determined not to waste a drop.

  When at last the flow of semen slowed, Nicole let the head of Jack’s cock slip from between her lips and she sat back on the sun bed, gazing up at him as he brought his breathing under control and tried to stop shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

  “Why did you ask if Rafiq had sodomized me, Jack?” she asked. “Is it because you want to?”

  “I always want to, darling,” he said with a smile.

  “Then that’s what I want,” she said, climbing off the sun bed, flipping off the cotton top as she did so and unzipping her shorts to push them down over her hips and her long, shapely legs. She stepped out of them and walked over to a small table just inside the patio door, picked up a bottle of cocoa butter and walked back. Watching her every movement, Jack couldn’t decide which view he loved more, the cheeks of her curvy buttocks bouncing with every step or her perfectly smooth-shaven mons which opened into the slit of her cuntlips. Nicole was beautiful, desirable, and totally devoted to his pleasure: Jack loved and lusted after Nicole in equal measure.

  Nicole stood in front of Jack and handed him the cocoa butter. Then she turned round, bent right over and took her ankles in her hands, the furrow of her buttocks opening up to reveal the tiny opening of her anal sphincter, pink and inviting. She knew exactly what effect the view always had on him and mewled softly when he sat on the sun bed, his face level with her upturned cunt, and reached his hand between her legs to slide two fingers into her pussy, working them round in the thick oily liquid of her arousal, making it drip down the inside of her thighs.

  Taking his time, Jack flexed his fingers slightly, stroking the sensitive walls to make them produce even more slippery sexjuice. He knew Nicole would have been happy being finger-fucked for a while but eventually he withdrew his fingers and squeezed a thick blob of the cocoa butter onto her anus making Nicole whimper softly in excited anticipation. Then he pushed the two fingers already slippery with the juice from her cunt and two from his other hand slimy with cocoa butter, gently past her sphincter muscle and up into her back passage.

  Jack set up a rhythm, pressing the fingers of both hands against the opening to Nicole’s ass, stretching it wide, then easing them back to let the rosehole relax. As he did so, Jack leaned forward and inhaled, filling his senses with the rich scent of Nicole’s rectum, the pink walls growing slicker as he worked the cocoa butter as far in as he could. He slid his tongue up the last few inches of the furrow between her buttocks and across the small of her back, licking the base of her spine and making her body jerk and flex, her nerve ends sensitive to the movement of his fingers in her asshole. Her cunt dripped syrupy oil onto the tiled surround of the swimming pool and Jack slid the fingers of one hand out of her bottom, reached round and caressed her clit at the same time as he closed his teeth on the soft flesh of one curvy ass cheek, the combination of love bite and masturbation making Nicole cry out in intense pleasure as a climax blossomed in her belly.

  Finally Jack was satisfied that Nicole was ready. He knew she was expecting him to stand behind her and sink his cock into her bum; instead he put his arms round her waist and urged her to lie back on the sun bed, the backs of her knees in his hands as he lifted her legs into the air, her ankles level with his ears, her knees pressed into the globes of her breasts. In this position his cock was lined up with her anus and Jack had only to flex his hips a few inches to slide the glans past the well-lubricated muscle of her anal sphincter.

  Nicole closed her eyes in ecstasy and surrendered herself to being controlled by Jack’s body as he slowly, sweetly, began to fuck her in the ass.

  Jack only needed to shift his weight forward and the inwards movement lifted Nicole’s ass up so that her anus sucked his cock deep into her back passage. When he eased back her sphincter released him until only the glans was still lodged in her ass. In that position he was able to look down and watch every movement his cock was making in the tight confines of Nicole’s bottom. He loved to see her bumhole stretched taut round the base of his prick, the nerve endings sending delicious shivers of pleasure into her oozing cunt. He loved the slurping, sucking sound of greasy prick sliding into clinging rectum, the way his cock was smeared with cocoa butter, semen and the goo churned up in her bowels as he slid it free and then buried it once more deep inside her bottom. And he loved to watch her face, her eyes closing with the intense pleasure of being sodomized, opening to meet his as she whispered, “Oh Jack, that feels so good, I love it so much!”

  Back and forth Jack shuttled his hard prick, sliding it into the hot, tight sleeve of Nicole’s rectum until his groin met the kiss of her cuntlips. Her breasts bounced as he held her legs high, her ankles in his hands, his breathing becoming more labored as he pounded his prick into her hole, his balls buzzing with the exquisite sensation. He could see on her face that Nicole too was approaching orgasm, the increasing speed and throbbing hardness of his prick in her ass setting up wonderful vibrations in her cunt and belly.

  “Uh - unh - uh,” Nicole gasped as Jack assfucked her savagely for their mutual pleasure. Suddenly she shuddered as a climax burst deep in her cunt, making her clasp her breasts in her hands, pinching her nipples in response to the waves of sensation washing over her body. In response, Jack thrust faster and faster until suddenly a deep cry was wrenched from his chest and he arched his back, the movement forcing every last inch of his cock into Nicole’s bowels as his orgasm started.

  Jack felt the head of his cock throb and hot liquid burst forth, flooding Nicole’s back passage, the spasms of his hips as he climaxed forcing semen from her ass which dripped along the cleft of her buttocks and onto the sun bed. For long minutes Jack kept pumping his come into Nicole, the ecstasy of his orgasm making his legs tremble and his chest heave. And then it was over and he became aware that the phone was ringing somewhere in the house. He didn’t move: the answering machine would have to take a message, he was too busy thinking how nice it felt sliding his prick back and forth through the slippery mass of sperm his balls had just emptied into Nicole’s beautiful bottom.

  His cock began to soften and, slowly and gently, he withdrew it. As he did so, Nicole moaned softly as semen flooded from her gaping anus. Jack was very tempted to spend the longest time licking up the fresh, salty load but he decided he better check who rang first.

  “I’ll be right back darling,” he said as he lowered Nicole’s legs to the sun bed. “Don’t move...”

  “I won’t,” Nicole said in a contented voice, stretching out and closing her eyes as she reached down between her legs and began to stroke her swollen clitoris. She purred, “Hurry back, Jack,” and he smiled, thinking she looked the perfect picture of a thoroughly well buggered girl.

  Jack walked into the house and listened to the short message. Then he clicked off the answering machine and called out to Nicole, “Darling, I have to go out for a while. I’ll try and back in time for dinner.” Then he hurried upstairs to get dressed.

  “Rafiq Berradi is accused of selling hashish to an undercover policeman,” Monsieur Herve Gilet the court-appointed defense lawyer said to Jack who sat across from him in the notaire criminale’s office. “As it is his first offence he will probably be given a fine which, if he cannot pay, will mean six months in prison.”

  Jack asked, “How much is the fine likely to be?”

  “Five hundred euros and possibly another five hundred in costs.”

  “I’ll pay that,” said Jack. “He’s been of great help in cultivating the olive groves on my property and it’s the least I can do.”

  “That is kind of you,” said M. Gilet. “But I am afraid M. Berradi will not be able to repay you.”

  “No, I know Rafiq hasn’t got any money-” Jack started to say but the lawyer interrupted him.

  “He will not be able to repay you in labor either, Monsieur Sommersby. As a Moroccan citizen who has been convicted for drug dealing in France, M. Berradi will be liable for deportation immediately after the case is heard in the morning. Pay his fine by all means, M. Sommersby, but he will be put on the first available Royal Air Maroc plane for Rabat.”

  “I see,” said Jack, wondering how Nicole would feel when he told her. He paused for a moment and then asked, “Did you know Rafiq has a friend he looks after named Zidi?”

  “The police report does not mention that,” the lawyer said. “They searched his room for evidence but there was no sign of any relative.”

  “Alright, M. Gilet. Thank you for what you are doing for Rafiq. I will go the bank, withdraw the money and leave it with you to pay the fine and costs.”

  “If you will leave your address with my secretary, I will mail you a receipt, M. Sommersby,” the lawyer said and stood up to shake hands.

  As he stood on the pavement outside the lawyer’s office, Jack wondered what to do. He had no idea how to even start looking for Zidi and didn’t know where the room was the Moroccans rented. All he could do was sort out the financial arrangements for Rafiq and go home. Maybe if he talked things over with Nicole over a bottle of wine she might have some thoughts about where to start. He flagged down a passing taxi.

  It was just before 9:00pm when Jack paid the taxi and let himself in the farmhouse. He could smell the delicious odor of baked fish and realized he was starving hungry.

  He called out, “Hello, I’m back.”

  Nicole answered, “In the kitchen, Jack.”

  She was standing in front of the sink washing lettuce. Her heavy breasts, barely contained by a bikini top, bounced with her movements, and the cotton skirt she was wearing was loose and transparent. Jack walked over and slid his arms round her, filling his hands with the fullness of her breasts as he kissed her neck.

  “Thank you for waiting dinner,” he said. Then he leaned close and whispered in her ear, “Don’t we have some unfinished business?” pressing his lengthening cock into the furrow between her buttocks.

  “Yes, we do,” said Nicole, turning her head to be kissed. “But you better wait until after dinner, Jack. You’ll need your strength.”

  “Why?”

  “Because Zidi is upstairs taking a shower and, after what happened today, I don’t think he’ll want to sleep on his own...”

  * * * *

  “I tell Rafiq he is stupid, he take big risk selling hashish, but he will not listen,” Zidi said, helping himself to a piece of baguette and chewing the crusty bread. “He say we need money.”

  Jack was sitting at the candlelit table with Nicole and Zidi, smoking a cigar, a glass of wine and the remains of his dinner in front of him.

  “But I tried to help all I could,” Jack said, both hurt and annoyed that Zidi had lost a friend and Nicole a lover because of Rafiq’s pride.

  “You are very kind, Mr Jack,” Zidi said. “But Rafiq said we need fast car, new clothes, big television. He said he could get these things.”

  “By selling drugs,” Nicole said, sipping her wine.

  Jack looked across the table at Nicole and thought how desirable she looked. The creamy skin of her breasts, tanned a golden brown, glowed in the candlelight, and her eyes looked dark and mysterious. He wondered what she was thinking sitting next to the Moroccan and knowing that his rectum, like hers, was slippery with his sperm.

  “He said was only way he could make money,” Zidi said with a note of fatalism, and Jack knew it was the truth. Racism meant African men like Rafiq rarely managed to rise above menial jobs and he knew some of his neighbors were unhappy he had given work to Rafiq and Zidi tending his olive grove.

  He yawned and Jack smiled. “I think our friend is ready for bed,” he said.

  Nicole arched an eyebrow, a sly smile crossing her face. “In the guest bedroom?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his.

  “Of course,” Jack said as he got to his feet, walked over and leaned down to kiss Nicole softly on the cheek.

  Ten minutes later he had showered and was lying on top of a naked Nicole, his penis moving slowly back and forth in the warm sheath of her clinging rectum as she lay face-down, the sheet bunched in her fingers, moaning her pleasure into the pillow. It took only a few deep thrusts and Nicole arched her back up, her asshole swallowing his cock, a flow of syrupy sexjuice drenching the sheet as she climaxed. Jack felt the familiar tingling in his balls and let out a soft groan as he came with a shuddering heave, his semen jetting into the receptive depths of her bowels. Moments later he heard Nicole’s breathing slow and he reached his arm round her body, cupped a warm breast in his hand and fell asleep.

  Jack had no idea what time it was when he woke. Sunlight filled the room and he glanced onto Nicole’s side of the bed. She wasn’t there and Jack wondered if there was a problem with Zidi. He pulled on a pair of shorts and went to investigate.

  Taking care to be quiet, he pushed open the door of the guest bedroom. Nicole was lying on her back asleep with one arm round Zidi, clasping him to her breast. The Moroccan was sleeping contentedly, his mouth filled with warm nipple, one hand lying between Nicole’s parted legs. Jack guessed Nicole had gone to him maybe with a mutual need for comfort: Zidi for his friend, Nicole for the man who had so often emptied the contents of his balls into her accommodating asshole. Smiling at the intertwined teenagers, Jack went to make himself a pot of coffee.

  When the coffee was brewed, Jack took his mug into the room he’d equipped as a photographic studio. He spent an hour sifting through negatives and making prints of shots that ideally captured the beauty of the French landscape and its people. The photo spread had been commissioned by a magazine for people interested in buying properties and, when he’d finished, he put the prints in an envelope, addressed it, and thanked his lucky stars he didn’t work in the publishing business any more. He’d been so wrapped up in what he was doing he’d let his coffee go cold and padded through to the kitchen to make a fresh pot.

  As he filled the kettle, Jack heard the unmistakable sound of Nicole moaning in passion. He guessed Zidi’s fingers lying idly between her legs had started to explore the slippery depths of her cunt, stroking the bud of her clitoris at the same time as he gently bit, sucked and licked the sweet tasting nipple that filled his mouth. Jack could hardly blame Zidi, he’d have done exactly the same thing if he’d woken up and found the voluptuous body of the beautiful Nicole accessible and available.