As I woke up, I was kind of lost; I didn't quite know where I was at first. But as soon my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting I remembered the crazy sex-filled evening I had the previous night. As I sat there on the bed I heard some noises coming from upstairs, and quickly wrapped a towel around me. On my way up I heard moaning and the sounds of bodies clashing together. Wow, someone is already fucking this morning?
Curiously, I followed the sounds which led me to the kitchen. There I found young François pounding Sarah on the kitchen table, while his mother stood there watching them and sipping a cup of coffee. Good god, this is too good to be true.
“Bon jour Mari, isn’t that a great way to start the day?” she asked me with a happy smile across her face. “Would you like to get a little pounding too, before the men go off to work?” she giggled.
“Well is there anyone around to give me some?” I inquired, rather jokingly.
“Oh yeah, we always find enough time for a morning quickie. Come, follow me!” she said with a hand gesture.
Then she led me outside to the front yard and hollered, “Hey Marc-André, wonna have another quick fuck?”
Within seconds he came around the tow-truck with his hand on his crotch. As he moved closer, he demanded in a coarse manner, “Drop that towel and show me your snatch, you horny cochon.”
Just as if I was hit by an arrow, my carnal lust was instantly awakened. The adrenalin started rushing through my veins, as if I was standing on a cliff, ready to jump down. Being out here in the front yard with the prospect of getting banged in the open air had me drunk with desire. My pussy was twitching and my clit was throbbing hard. I opened my towel and strutted proudly towards him flaunting my goods. Our lust-filled eyes locked as my nude breasts touched his chest. He grabbed me, pulled me in closer and flicked my lips. Then he suction-cupped my mouth to his and pulled my tongue so hard, that I felt he was ripping it out. Feverishly our tongues engaged in a mating dance, while our hips were grinding against each other. His bulge was big and pressing hard against my mound, while his hands were kneading my naked buns.
The heat was on. He broke our kiss, ripped his T-shirt off in one swift move and dropped it recklessly onto the ground. He pulled me closer, flicked each of my nipples a couple of times, switching from the right breast to the left and then clutched on to it. His violent suckle sent a sting right down to my pussy, and made it dripping wet and burning with desire.
“Oh fuck, what are you waiting for? Come-on, take me, make me cum!” I pleaded in horny desperation.
He swiftly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and tugged them down below his balls. His humongous cock sprung up proudly, ready for combat. He turned me around and pushed me right against the truck. Holding on to the step I bent over as he took me from behind, slowly easing his long rod between my slick pussy lips.
Within minutes he was pounding me good and hard, while his wife kept cheering him on, using foul francophone expressions, which to me was the icing on the cake; the raunchier the bad mouthing, the more exhilarating the fornicating.
Wildly he was driving his long hard rod in and out of my longing cunt, then grabbed my right leg and placed it around his waist, my heel digging into his back. Standing on one leg, bent over getting heavily pounded, I couldn’t help but feel like a bitch in heat. Slowly I could feel my face flushing and the heat spreading down over my chest. My muscles started tensing as I was getting close to cumming. He pulled his cock out off me, and shoved it back in as deep as he could, slapping his balls against my clit, four, five times. Then he shifted and started fucking me fiercely, in short fast thrusts. Like a brush fire the sensations of my climax spread from my core to my extremities and made my body shake, as my juices were gushing down my left leg.
He too, reached his point of no return. Squeezing me hard and grunting, he released his hot cream deep into my cervix, pulsating and filling me up. Stiff and motionless he stood there behind me for a bit, before he pulled his gradually deflating cock out of my overflowing pussy, or ”ma chatte” as its called in French.
With a big, satisfied grin he asked me to lick him clean. As soon I was done, he pulled up his pants, slipped his T-shirt back on and kissed me and his wife goodbye.
“Oh by the way, I’ll drop your car off at my brother’s place. You’ll hear from him later, okay? Have a great day, and keep some hot stuff for me,” he said winking at us.
Jean came running out of the house, grinning and zipping up his jeans, and then left with his father. Hmm, I guess they all got a morning quickie.
Sophie and I went inside and I quickly went to the powder room to freshen up. After a typical greasy French Canadian breakfast I got quickly dressed and joined them out in the garden, to help to harvest raspberries. Sarah and I put almost as many in our mouths as we put in the baskets.
As all the baskets in the 6 trays were filled, we headed back to the house. We all helped to load up their van with the freshly harvested raspberries, a couple of cases of maple syrup and assorted homemade jams. Then Julianne and François got ready to spend their day at a road-side kiosk, which they share with two other families selling their local produce. And Sarah left with them as well.
Sophie and I hit the shower. We teasingly washed each other, kissed and necked, while she filled my head with filthy French words. We tweaked each others nipples and got each other all aroused. She scrubbed my love-channel, first using 2 then 3 fingers. Then eventually she pushed in all her fingers and fist-fucked my “chatte.” My body was shaking and I was getting close to cumming. Swiftly she dropped down to her knees, wanting to make sure to catch my cum-juices. While driving her hand frantically in and out off me, she flicked and sucked my clit.
“Oh oui, oui c’est manifique! Bite me, bite my clit Sophie,” I begged.
The second she started grinding my sensitive nub between her teeth my climax erupted and my juices splashed in her face. Eagerly she gobbled and slurped, as if it was a secret potion from the fountain of eternal youth.
Then the damn phone rang.
Wet as she was, she ran out to answer. It was her brother-in-law, who asked for me to come by as soon as possible to talk about the car repair.
We quickly finished showering, got dressed and drove to his auto-shop in nearby Rawdon.
The minute Maurice strutted out off his auto-shop I couldn’t help but see him as a member of the “Hell’s Angels”. I know they are all locked up behind bars, even “Mom Boucher” their notorious gang leader. But good god, did Maurice ever look like one of them.
I would never have any dealings with a man like him; his whole appearance gave me the creeps.
He was clad in tight black leather pants and a snug black tank-top featuring a scull emblem. The extra large arm and neckline cutouts allowed his tattoo-covered arms and chest to be displayed to the utmost. And talk about jewelry; a heavy chain around his neck and wrist, a stud in his ear and one on his eyebrow, a huge ring on his left hand. And a 10-inch ponytail hanging down his back—wow, if that’s not the look of a mean outlaw biker mobster, than I don’t know what is.
Strangely, the minute he opened his mouth and my ears perceived his soothing masculine voice, a dangerous arousal filled my senses. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something about him that made my knees go weak.
Looking straight at me with a mysterious twinkle in his deep brown eyes, he informed me, “Well my dear lady, besides your smashed-in fender and banged-up light section, your car also has a broken axle. In my opinion, you car is not worth wasting any time on. I have the perfect little car for you, sweet lady. You gonna love it! And maybe we can work out a good deal, follow me.”
He turned and walked towards the car-lot and I followed him like I was hypnotized. He opened the door to a red convertible and said in his charming, soft deep voice to try it out. The minute I had taken my place in the drivers’ seat, he bent down, and reached over to fasten my seat-belt. At first his arm and then his muscular chest brushed against my boobs, and he let out a heavy sigh.
His manly cologne was intoxicating and so was his strange come-on. It teased my senses, flooded my brain and clouded my logical thinking. He quickly moved around the car and got into the passenger seat. With a strange, convincing expression on his face he urged me on to take a test drive.
As I looked over to Sophie, she smilingly complemented, “Oh you look terrific in this car.”
We took a test drive, came back and next thing I knew I had signed a deal and was the proud new owner of this vehicle. Please, don’t ask me how this happened!
He pulled out a bottle of Champagne, suggesting this was a reason to celebrate. We all toasted, drank one glass and a then second one, and somehow one thing let to another. Next thing I know, I was sandwiched between Sophie and Maurice, their hands groping me and slowly removing my clothes. Good lord, is that’s all they do up here, is fuck?
My heart was racing as their wet tongues were gliding up and down my neck. Maurice lifted me up and sat me on his desk and Sophie quickly bent down, pushed my panties to the side and started devouring my “chatte” again. Maurice’s face was right next to mine and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His captivating voice uttered seductive words in French into my ears and had me instantly drunk with desire.
While Sophie was licking my folds, her right hand was stroking his cock. Maurice’s hands were playing with my tits, tenderly kneading and massaging my firm mounds. Moaning with contentment he trailed his tongue down my chest and flicked my nipples, working them into a taut peak. I was feeling good and my head was spinning.
I leaned back propped up on my hands and arms and I indulged in the pleasures the two of them were giving me and didn’t have a care in the world. Sophie grabbed my ankles and pushed my feet up on to the edge of the desk, and continued licking my pussy, while driving her fingers deep into my wet velvet vagina. My head was rolling back and forth. One minute I was watching Sophie devouring my pussy, and the next one I was staring at Maurice’s hand fisting his nice long rod.
I didn’t care any longer what he looked like; I just wanted to feel his big cock inside of me. He opened the top drawer on his desk, pulled out a condom and slipped it on, squirted a dollop of lubricant onto his palm and stroked his cock slowly up and down his whole length. He was ready and eager to fuck me and told Sophie to move out off the way.
He held on to my thighs and spread them further apart. With a lustful grin he stared at my wet pink box which was gaping open, awaiting his entrance. Very slowly his cock approached my chatte and then slid between my lips, deeper and deeper, until it was totally submerged. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply and then started to move in and out of me in a slow pace for several minutes.
Sophie stood behind him, and like usual, she was talking filthy in French. Then she slipped one hand under her skirt, and started playing with her pussy, while the other one was teasing Maurice’s ass and balls. He loved it and moaned in pleasure, while ramming me with slow deep thrusts, making my body squirm and writhe. Then I twined my legs around him, trying to pull him deeper into me with every inward push. It felt so damn good; I closed my eyes and savored every minute of it.
Furthermore, this whole situation was just so bloody daring, getting fucked in his office with no shades on the windows. The danger of someone walking in on us at any time really got my adrenalin pumping. Just as this thought went through my mind, I opened my eyes and noticed one of the mechanics coming out of the garage and heading in our direction. Rapidly the stirring inside me was building up and was blowing my mind within seconds. My body shook as it was ravished by a wild climax. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding as the door opened and we were caught red handed. I could feel my face blushing, feeling ashamed and unsure what to expect.
Completely nonchalant the mechanic walked in, and no one besides me, was feeling awkward. He headed straight towards us with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He grabbed Sophie’s ass and squeezed it. Standing behind her, he started nibbling on her ears and his hands were traveling all over her body. He rubbed his body against her back side while his right hand reached to the front. He slid it under her dress and fondled her pussy. It didn’t take very long before she was moaning and quickly pulled off her panties, turned around and hopped up onto the desk beside me.
“Come-on Sylvain, fuck your Auntie!” she spurred the young mechanic on.
Faster than I can count to three he had his work jeans tugged down to his knees and had his cock in his hand. He stroked it while gazing at his aunt’s hairless chatte and had it stiff in a bit. He spat in his palm and rubbed it over his prominent knob and then went straight for Sophie’s pussy.
I watched with horny excitement as he slid his young cock into his Aunt’s cunt, getting completely lost in it. He started to ram her in the same speed as his dad was ramming me. I was delirious, filled with lust and devious desires, as both of us were getting fucked by father and son, in their office, during business hours. How fucking more wicked can it get?
I asked myself.
They both fucked us relentlessly, spurring each other on and driving us into ecstasy. Sophie and I came almost simultaneously. As my body tensed and my muscles tightened around Maurice’s cock he reached the breaking-point. His body shuddered and his grip around my thighs became painful, as he came hard and loud. I could feel the tip of his condom getting filled with his warm semen, as my inner wall muscles contracted and milked him dry.
Sylvain drove his cock a few more times hilt deep in and out of his Aunt’s pussy. Then his eyes clenched shut and his face contorted in pleasure as he released his seed into her womb.
After the intense sensations of everyone’s orgasms ebbed out and we all regained our composure, we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed. With satisfying grins on our faces we parted.
I went back to Sophie’s place to pack up and get ready to leave, but she insisted to spend another night with them. I was reluctant at first, but looking back I must admit I don’t regret it. That evening turned out even better than the first night. Maurice, Sylvain and his mother came over and joined us, and we had the craziest group sex ever. We had anal sex and double penetration. We did some light bondage and flocking and used some sex toys. I even put on a strap-on and fucked Maurice. He loved it, and so did I. God, life is getting better and better. I guess this truly is the Golden Age.
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