Maison Plaisir
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Belle moaned and threaded her fingers through his mass of golden hair. Hervé groaned and pounded her harder. She felt like she’d almost fainted. The pleasure sharpened with each bold stroke, the sizzling grind against her sensitive passage. Her belly knotted with need. Maddening need. Her pussy clenched in anticipation as Hervé pounded her faster. He slammed twice, thrice. Four times…
She screamed without a sound as a climax consumed her. Her pussy quaked. The intensity of her pleasure surprised her. Her body quivered as she tried to recollect herself. Hervé stopped fucking her the moment she hit her climax. He cooed and praised how pretty she was while she was consumed in rapture. Belle panted and collapsed on his chest, feeling like she’d run a marathon.
“Wrung out already?” The sound of Hervé’s warm laugh reverberated in her ear. “Uh. Not good, love. Since my cousin hasn’t had his dip yet.”
“No,” she squeaked. “I’m just…” Her mind was scrambled like breakfast eggs when she felt new body heat enclose her back. It was Armand. He touched her ass and parted her cheeks. She felt his thumb brush over her nether hole. Her anus contracted instinctively.
“Such a pretty ass,” Armand remarked. “And it’s mine.”
Seconds ago she felt as if she’d run a marathon. Now, she felt her heart was running a marathon. She’d never been taken in there before. A couple of times, during their rabid love-making, Armand and Hervé had expressed interest in taking her anally, but they never did it since she wasn’t really sure about it. She did feel curious, though.
She involuntarily twitched when Armand smeared her ass with something cool and gooey. And a lot of it. Lube? Must be. She heard Armand let out a happy sigh before he slid a finger into her rectum. Her muscles clenched immediately. She stiffened.
“Relax, babe. It’s going to be good. I promise,” Armand soothed her.
Belle trusted him, but still wasn’t quite sure. How could it be good when his finger already felt too much and his cock was a hundred times bigger? She halted her breath when Armand stroked her with measured thrusts. It felt odd. Lewd. Dirty. Yet strangely pleasurable. She couldn’t really explain—it felt just plain wicked.
Hervé watched her reaction as Armand prepared her. “Good?” He trailed kisses on her jaw line.
Belle managed a weak nod. The cock in her pussy twitched. She moaned when Armand slid in another finger and stretched her open, making scissoring motions. After a few strokes, it appeared Armand had decided she was ready for the taking. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. She tensed when his cockhead nudged her back entrance. Armand clamped both hands on her hips and thrust.
She keened. The rings of her muscles resisted at first, but they yielded when Armand pushed for the second time. God. The world froze when Armand thrust his cock into her ass. His well-lubed cock plunged deeply until the thatch of his pubic hair grazed her ass cheeks. She gasped. The air around her suddenly thinned and her lungs were deprived from much needed oxygen. Shards of pain skated on her spine. So fucking big, so Goddamn fucking…
Armand yanked and thrust.
…big. So fucking…
He pulled and slammed.
…good…
She wheezed out. God. The brief pain that accompanied the initial penetration was replaced by pure pleasure. She couldn’t believe it. She stared at Hervé, wide-eyed, unable to string two coherent words together. Seeing her gape like a fish out of water, Hervé started to move, matching Armand’s rhythms. The pleasure doubled. Tripled. Belle unconsciously ground along with them, but it threw them out of sync. Hervé quickly anchored her still. She couldn’t move anymore. The only thing she could do was surrender as Hervé and Armand rammed her like pile drivers. She cried. It hurt so good that every nerve ending in her sensitive channel screamed in manic need. Pleasure hurled at her like a hurricane. She panted. Begged. Her throat felt raw from all the screaming she made, but she was beyond caring. She needed to come. To reach the ultimate ecstasy that would forever bind them whole.
Belle hissed through her teeth, urging them to go faster as her own body was ready to explode. Hervé seemed to lose his control. He battered her with vicious fucks that she was sure would bruise her for days. She didn’t care. Her stomach coiled tightly. Her muscles corded. Armand was in the middle of pumping a string of brutal fucks when it hit her.
She had a blackout.
When Belle swam out of it, her ears rang and pleasant, fluttering sensations lingered in her pussy and ass. The men were breathing hard. She’d collapsed on Hervé’s chest. Armand nuzzled the nape of her neck. Both cocks were spasming inside her. Wet and hot and slowly growing soft.
Armand detangled from her first. His cock slipped out, trailing his warm seed on her buttocks as he managed to collapse next to Hervé. Belle wanted to move but she was too exhausted to do anything.
“So, what do you think, Belle?” Hervé called. “Think you like this arrangement?”
“Ask me again in a week. I’m beat,” she murmured.
Armand chuckled. “Poor baby. Did we wear you out already?”
Belle mumbled incoherently. All she wanted now was a long nap.
“I take that as a yes,” Armand said. He rose and lifted her from Hervé.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Bath. If you keep clamping on Hervé, I might not be able to resist a second helping.”
She laughed tiredly. “Are you going to bathe me?”
“You bet.”
She wound her arms around Armand’s neck and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, ma belle Belle.”
“What, no kiss for me?” Hervé demanded.
Belle reached for him and pecked a kiss. “I love you, Blondie.”
Hervé laughed. “You think the tub is big enough for the three of us?”
“I don’t know,” Armand answered. “Can you make the tub bigger?”
“Well, let’s see.” Hervé opened a door leading to the bathroom. “I might.”
Armand carried her to the bathroom. “Just watch. This is going to turn into something more than just a bath.”
Belle laughed.
Life was sweet.
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I write. I doodle. I play guitar. Not necessarily in that order. I’m an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, bookworm and a night owl, since most of my stories are done in the wee hours of the morning because of my caffeine-induced insomnia. I’m a big SouthPark fan, and I’m fluent in Cartman speak and I’m working on mastering my Kennynese. Cookies and donuts are my main diet and I currently owe a fortune to the swear jar.
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