The GetMore Girls
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The grass was a cool, fresh smelling cushion at night by the pool. My sister Julia and I lay side by side in the deep shadow of the oleanders watching Gilles fuck Mom on the upstairs master bedroom balcony.
She was bent over the balcony railing with her legs spread wide and braced, her hair hanging down, and her boobs mashed on the wide marble top of the railing. Gilles was standing behind her, holding her hips with both hands and steadily fucking her in a slow rhythm with a pause every two or three strokes. I imagined the fat head of his cock poised just at the entrance to her pussy with the lips swollen and dripping around his glans. My pussy tingled and dripped too. I wanted some of that.
Julia was breathing faster as she pulled her thong to the side, inserted two fingers into her pussy and rubbed her clit with the base of her palm as she slid her fingers in and out. The smell of the jasmine and gardenia from the hedge by the wall wafted over us with every slight breeze. I felt deliciously naughty and intoxicated by it all.
Mom’s new boyfriend Gilles had had us thinking very naughty thoughts for the last two weeks since she first brought him home. We both wanted some of that.
Mom was a set designer for movies at Warner Studios and she met Gilles (Gggeeeeeelllll was the way she told us to say it) at a movie people party. He was an executive producer from France who was here working on a distribution deal for some incomprehensible Polish film.
After meeting us, Gilles seemed overly careful not to pay attention to either one of us. Of course that only made us, and especially Julia, go out of our way to make him pay attention. And I caught him glancing at Julia’s ass in her tight jeans when she arranged to bend over to get something out of the cupboard while he was sitting at the kitchen table.
Gilles was picking up the pace now, fucking her faster and harder. I rubbed two fingers in circles on the top of my pussy and rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger with the other hand, squeezing it pretty hard.
I could feel the distant beginning tingle of the orgasm starting deep inside. That jasmine scented breeze kissed my thighs and pussy with a brief cool touch. I imagined Gilles crushing jasmine and gardenia flowers with his strong hands and rubbing the crushed flowers up between my legs.
Julia had pulled her knees up and apart so she could get deeper into her own pussy. She was making soft little “oh” noises every time she fucked her fingers up inside herself. I whispered, “Shhh!” to her and she just grinned.
I was mesmerized by the way the moonlight gleamed on the skin of Gilles’s shoulders and chest while he held Mom’s hips, moving in and out of her.