“Darling… you fucked me so well.”
We were stretched out side by side on the couch, which was certainly more comfortable than the floor.
“How you filled my pussy. There was so much come in your big balls… oh, darling…”
She shook gently.
“How I love to have my cunt all wet…”
Suddenly I saw her put her finger into herself. Then she took it out all wet with sperm and slid it into her mouth.
“Oh, that's good…”
She licked her finger with visible greed.
“I adore it…”
She did the same thing several times and seemed to savor that juice with the delight of a gourmet.
But she had found the means to excite me with the way she had of tasting my sperm! All the more because she whispered:
“My love, now I want to suck your sugar-stick…”
As soon as she uttered these words, she stretched out on my body, ready to begin a perfect sixty-nine.
I felt her voracious mouth swallowing the sticky mollusk my cock had become. But that mollusk was soon transformed into a vertebrate of the highest order.
While an instant earlier I had been reduced to the sad state of a eunuch, now I felt myself trembling with new needs. It seemed necessary therefore to return my companion's pleasure.
Sliding under her lovely buttocks, I parted those round globes. With the tip of my index finger, I caressed the soft rose of her tight flesh. Then, with infinite precaution, I introduced my finger into her anus.
“Oh, yes, darling,” Mireille moaned. “Yes!.. that too, I love that too.”
She had just arched in a sort of passionate convulsion which oriented my instincts toward the pole of sodomitical pleasures.
“Yes… that's good… Armand often makes me come that way.”
While she let me masturbate her little hole, she didn't stop sucking my cock, which was apparently ready for new prowesses.
Fearing that I would again be victim of a legitimate but regrettable fatigue, I quickly judged that it was high time I used my tool.
Standing up, I asked the young woman to kneel on the edge of the sofa with her bust horizontal and her buttocks held out as a sort of offering.
Then, leaning toward that spread ass, I began to lick her soft hole.
Mireille seemed particularly pleased with my sucking her ass. Desiring my tongue to reach farther inside her, she made a violent effort to separate her narrow orifice still more.
But, still fearing that my cock would suddenly lose the vigor my partner had miraculously given it, I decided to immediately enter the heart of the matter which, by the way, had already been honorably treated by Uncle Armand.
So I had almost no difficulty plunging my tool into that living furnace.
Mireille didn't let out the least cry. If she moaned, it was out of joy.
Clinging to her hips, I screwed her valiantly. My balls crushed against her buttocks. My cock went right through to her intestines.
Soon I was out of breath and had to slow down a bit to stop panting. Then my companion took the initiative.
She made her buttocks roll in a more and more unbridled rhythm. As for her anus, it was blessed with the same talents as her cunt.
With little contractions, it swallowed my cock. I didn't move. All I had to do was to let that devil alone and soon my balls had released new spurts of sperm…
When we were about to separate, Mireille declared, with eyes full of gratitude, that she was delighted with the few moments we had spent together.
“I would be happy if all those who play dice with Armand were as nice as you.”
And she couldn't prevent herself from adding with a strange light burning in her eyes:
“The next time you play a game of love-craps, try to win again!”