The next morning, Laurel was sipping her coffee in the kitchen while Julia showered. Trave was still asleep and he seldom woke before noon unless he truly had to. Laurel thought of the comment Julia made the night before while she was sipping Laurel's sweet nectar. "You can put your cream in my coffee anytime!"
"I'll have to make her try that sometime," she muttered.
Laurel used to be a good girl, she really was. Before she went to First Treasurer University, she was quite innocent and had never even given a guy head. Then she met Trave and was corrupted by his nature. Though he was quite sweet and nice, he also had a naughty side that he frequently indulged. She and Trave had been going out for several months and neither of them could be sexually faithful to each other, though they were quite emotionally attached. By the time they got to Paris, her sexual appetite could not be quenched by conventional means and the men and women of Paris taught her sexual finesse that could not be gained anywhere else in the world. Love making, to Laurel, was far more than an orgasm. Indeed, it was an art, a dance, and a pageant of sights, sounds, and feelings.
Julia was from Boston and was raised in the Puritanical idealism that touching a man was sinful. Though a sweet girl all the same, she was just that, a girl. At 18, her world of sexual repression ended when the plane touched down in Paris. French openness and the love for the human body appealed to her and she scorned the narrow teachings of her family. Though she was now sexually liberated, she was both cautious and sometimes even a bit naive. Trave and Laurel were shocking at first, but slowly and surly she came to enjoy their "sexcapades" almost as much as she did. So, when she was finally able to fuck Travis and Laurel, it was like a dream come true for her.
Julia entered the kitchen wearing a silk robe with her hair dripping all over the floor. She kissed Laurel on the lips in a long and sexy embrace. "Coffee?"
"Pour yourself a cup. Do you take cream in your coffee?" Laurel asked innocently.
"I prefer half and half, why are we out?" Julia said missing the point.
"How about heavy cream!" Laurel said seductively.
Julia raised an eyebrow and nodded very subtly. Laurel doffed her T-shirt and panties so that she was standing in the kitchen completely naked. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was ablaze like hell's furnace. She waved her finger to keep Julia back then she smirked as her fingers entered into the wetness of her pussy. She took them out and put her fingers, dripping with sweet nectar, into Julia's mouth. Then Laurel hopped up onto the table and squatted over Julia's cup of coffee. "It's a new French blend. I like to call it Caf^Â de Pussy!" Her fingers began to move between her swollen cunt lips and pumped herself as globs of girl juices dripped into the steamy cup of black coffee. In and out her fingers glided while they teased her clitoris. Those big round breasts heaved up and down every time she moaned with pure ecstasy and pleasure. She fell down off the table but she still kept pumping herself. "Here I cum!!" she yelped as she climaxed lying on the floor.
Julia helped her up and the two of them kissed again. This time, Julia sneaked a cute little pinch on Laurel's cute little ass. She took a sip of her special coffee that Laurel had made for her. "Oh my god; I just love cream and sugar!"
The two lovers dressed and continued to enjoy their coffee. Soon the sound of running water again overtook the flat. "Trave is up!" Laurel noted.
"You think I'd better surprise him in the shower? I'm still kinda hot from watching you make this tasty coffee." Julia asked.
Laurel gave Julia a naughty glare and smiled. "He's the only person that I know of that gets 'dirty' in the shower"
Julia skipped out of the room and down the hallway toward the bathroom. Not only was the door unlocked, but it was slightly ajar as well. She peered in but only saw a steamy mist in the distance. "Trave, can I have a word with you?" she said as her robe dropped to the floor. He obviously couldn't hear her over the sound of the water so she did not say another word. Julia crept nakedly into the bathroom and removed a tube of toothpaste from the sink. Trave could not see her because the curtain in the shower was drawn.
The long filled tube of toothpaste would be empty by the time the sexcapade was over. She squeezed the foam into her pussy and began to fuck herself with the tube. Her skeeve was on fire while the cunt lips glistened with her nectar. She moaned and cooed with delight. Trave, hearing her noises, peaked out of the shower. "Julia, my god, what are you doing?"
"Fucking myself! Oh god it's so fuckin hot!" Julia wretched as the toothpaste spilled all over her pussy. The paste mixed with her girl juices created a hot white foam that encompassed her pubic area like a sea of sexuality.
Trave pushed back the curtain exposing his full naked body and erection to Julia. She only nodded sardonically as the last drops of toothpaste filled her hot little cunt. "All gone!"
"Not quite," Trave remarked. "Come in here and wash yourself."
"Oh but I'm so weak!" she moaned.
Trave stepped out of the tub and closed the door. He turned off the shower mode and water began to pour out of the faucet. As the tub filled, he turned his attention to Julia who was a white pulsating mess. "Julia, you look so god damn hot with your beautiful nipples erect as they are and your pussy flowing those juicy juices! I've got some morning breath, mind if I get a little of that toothpaste to freshen up".
Julia shook her head, "No". She made a pouty face that became her succubus figure; she was begging for his sex wanting it so badly that her mind became an explosion of lust and desire.
Trave got down on his knees as his tongue began to lick the outer areas of her pussy. Her whole crotch was covered in the nectar/toothpaste mixture and Trave wanted to savor it all. His tongue circles until her chooch and pelvis were coated with his hot saliva; he finished the desert and it was now time to move onto the main course. Slowly, the tongue slid into the inside of Julia's hot little cunt careful only to tease her clit for he was not ready for her to cum just yet. Julia screamed as the sexual tension built inside her. In and out his long tongue probed and cleaned out her fun hole and brushed over the inner lips of her skeeve. "Minty fresh breath," he said picking his head up. He rose up and turned off the water, the bathtub was full. He bent over to check the temperature and to give Julia a good stare at his ass while he was hunched over.
Julia was in a euphoric trance that was broken when she was hauled up and plopped into a tub filled with refreshingly warm water. Standing over her was Trave however his genitals were blocked from view by the wall of the tub. "Fuck me, please Trave! Please fuck me!"
She closed her eyes and focused only on her sense of touch. She felt his hard penis enter her pussy slowly and gently. The water he displaced splashed up all around her. Her legs were spread and he fucked her at a teasingly slow pace! "Faster! Harder your randy little stallion! Ride me like I'm your bitch! Like I'm your dental whore! DENTAL WHORE! I AM YOUR DENTAL WHORE" Julia was screaming in delight. That intense feeling of passion surged through her and her orgasm was near. "Fire in the hole you war monger! You've got some of the best range in Paris, now fire on target you nasty little white Anglo Saxon factory of sex!" At the same time, their sirens went off. The gun went off as the foxhole opened. There was not one explosion, but several each louder and more intense than the last. The cannons fired and the tanks boomed. It was like a siege or perhaps a bombardment of sex and the casualties were endless. In the heat of action, Julia shouted in action, "I surrender General! I'm your prisoner! I'm your prisoner! I'm your dental whore of a prisoner! Send me to French Indochina like the love slave I am! Send me to the guillotine-" her voice trailed off as the feelings of ecstasy subsided. Trave's softening cock slid out of her battered pussy. The battle was won.
Later on that day, the three love partners found themselves driving to the home of Michele De' Argent. He was a student at the University and he lived outside of Paris. His home was, in fact, near Versailles and though his family was of noble roots, they lost their title during the French Revolution. They arrived at 7:30 PM and a valet greeted them in the turn around driveway. "Shall I park your car, sir?" he said in French.
Julia and Laurel looked stunning in their Paris designer dresses and hung on either side of the dapper Trave. When dressed, he wore thin wire glasses and had his bleached blonde and brown hair neatly combed. They climbed the steps in front of the villa and went inside. "Ah, you must be..." a man wearing a tuxedo asked again in French.
"Je suis Trave. Peut le pr^Âsent de I Mademoiselle Juliet et Mademoiselle Laurelle," Trave responded.
"Ah yes, Monsieur Michele is expecting you! He's out back, if you'll follow me!"
Julia noted the opulent furnishings in the house. "Laurel," she whispered, "I knew Michele was rich but I did not know he was this well to do."
Laurel gestured to a picture of the family on the wall. "This is his parents' house," she replied.
When they arrived out back, they found themselves among twenty other people who were having a good time in and around the pool. In the distance was the Palace of Versailles and the sun was setting down behind it. "Michele!" Laurel called out.
A well-dressed medium sized man came over to the group and kissed Laurel and Julia on the cheek. "Laurel, Julia, it is so wonderful to see you both again. You must be Trave! Laurel speaks of nobody else!" Michele was not only charming, but he was hot as hell as far as Julia was concerned. He really was Laurel's friend and she'd only met him once while working out with Laurel.
Another attractive couple came up to Michelle, Julia, Laurel, and Trave. They were both Caucasian though they had fairly dark skin. "Michele," the man began, "aren't you going to introduce us to your friends?"
"Ah yes, how rude of me. Ladies, this is Lee and Renay. They, like you, are exchange students studying French culture. They come from Israel however. Lee and Renay, this is the stunning Julia, Laurel, and this fine gentleman is named Trave."
Julia was stunned by Michele's manners. She was enticed by his nature, but she killed to see what was inside those expensive designer khaki pants. "Anyone up for a swim?" she said.
Laurel looked at Michele. "Oh Michele, I forgot my bathing suit! I'm so sorry!"
"My lady, no need to worry, this is France. We do not wear bathing suits." Sure enough he pointed to the five or six people in the pool. They were all indeed naked.