Holiday in Hedonism Pt. 02

Adele was only partially woken by the sound of knocking on her bedroom door. Her tired bleary mind tried to make sense of where she was, and what was happening. But failed completely. The bright sunlight filling the room burnt into the back of her brain even though her eyes remained closed. So she grabbed what felt like a pillow and pulled it over her head. Somewhere off in the distance, her name was being called.

There was that knocking again, then the squeak of a door handle being turned. But the sounds came from far away as if she was still dreaming. She completely failed to comprehend the relevance of those sounds and less than a second later, she was fast asleep again.

"What the..." Jackie gasped as she carefully eased the door open. She had been calling her friend's name and knocking on her bedroom door for several minutes before she felt it necessary to look inside. When she did, she wished she hadn't.

"Oh my god." Jackie hissed in a whisper as she stared at her friend. Adele lay sprawled, face down, naked on the bed with her head under a pillow. The covers were scattered on the floor along with what looked like the clothes she had been wearing. Her soft pale skin shone bright white in the sunlight. Well, most of it did. But her big round bottom was a vibrant pink, with hand and finger-shaped marks clearly discernible on her soft cheeks and upper thighs.

A low grumbling moan from her friend told Jackie that Adele wasn't dead at least. She was too shocked to react at first. Her mind was racing, trying to work out just what could have happened, and what if anything she should do about it. Adele groaned again and shifted on the bed. Bending one knee up as she rolled a little onto her side, and exposing Jackie to way more than she was comfortable with as her thighs moved apart.

Flustered, Jackie grabbed a sheet from the floor and quickly covered her friend's naked body. Deciding that she would do and say nothing unless her friend did. Then she crept quietly from the room and left Adele to sleep some more.

Adele woke properly a couple of hours later, with a film of sweat over her skin. Her mouth was dry and sticky and the room was hot with sunshine. She lifted herself onto her elbows and peered cautiously around the room through narrow eyes. It looked like she had kicked most of the covers off the bed during the night. All except the sheet, which was now tangled around her ankles.

It took a few minutes for her to figure out where she was. But when she did the previous night hit her like a train. Everything came flooding back to her in one swift tidal wave of realisation.

"Oh fuck." She hissed weakly as she slid her legs off the side of the bed and sat upright. Her body quickly let her know this was a bad idea, and she curled forward into a ball, groaning.

"What the fuck," she gasped as her head pounded, her thighs cramped, her neck and shoulders locked. Her bottom seemed to think she was sitting on sandpaper and her breasts and nipples throbbed and burned with even the slightest movement. After a few minutes hugging herself, she sat upright again, gingerly.

She held her breasts tenderly, lifting them and looking down at the soft pink globes spilling from her hands. Her nipples were hard and tingled as if someone was holding a candle to them. The skin around them was pink, hot to the touch, and covered with what looked like finger marks.

Getting gingerly to her feet she stood in front of the mirror. Twisting from side to side, gazing in shock, and no small amount of shame, at the pink marks on her pale skin. The small scratches on her knees and elbows. And as the previous night played through her mind she sank onto the bed again. Cupping her face in her hands and groaning.

"Oh you fucking stupid bitch," Adele whimpered "What the fuck have you done?" Her mind raced with the possible implications of last night's impropriety. Playing through scenarios where she had to explain herself. But slowly she became more rational. Reasoning that the only people who knew were those who took part. So unless someone else said something, neither would she.

Right now though, she needed coffee, or water, or both. She lifted herself cautiously to her feet once more. Her poor little body complained all the way and felt every inch the middle-aged woman she was. She found her dressing gown, wrapped it around her sore aching curves, and tiptoed cautiously from the bedroom.

"Oh hello, sleepy head," Jackie said loudly from the balcony as Adele crept noiselessly into the kitchen.

"What time is it?" Adele asked, sitting down gingerly across from her friend at the small table. She tried to brush the mass of auburn hair from her pale face with her fingers. Wincing slightly, the warm metal chair not helping her sore cheeks.

"Lunchtime," Jackie replied, with just the right amount of rebuke in her tone. Then she got up, went inside, and poured a cup of coffee from the pot that had been stewing all morning. She placed it in front of Adele and went to sit back down.

"Hmmm, thank you," Adele said, genuinely more grateful than she should have been for the beverage. Despite the heat, the coffee was gone before Jackie could sit down. So she went and got the pot, along with some pastries. Adele ate and drank like a little starving orphan. Jackie watched her, dying to ask just what she had been up to last night.

"I suppose the other night finally caught up with you then?" She said, having spent the last few hours trying to think of a reason her friend would need to sleep so late. Adele looked up at her with bleary eyes, a slightly confused look on her face. Then, she grabbed the get-out that was being offered and started to nod as she swallowed a piece of pastry with a mouthful of coffee.

"Hmm, mm, ooh yes, oh just so sleepy, I slept like a log, all night." Adele lied.

"Yes, I peeked in on you a couple of hours ago," Jackie admitted.

"Oh?" Adele's head snapped up, her fearful eyes searching her friend's face for any sign she had seen those marks.

"Yes, you seemed pretty out of it, and you looked so cozy all tucked up under that sheet. So I just let you sleep."

"Oh yes, thanks," Adele almost gasped with relief, " I think I needed it."

"Yes," Jackie smirked to herself, "I think you did." After brunch, Adele went back to her room and took a couple of painkillers. Then she took a long shower. The warm soapy water felt like heaven on her skin. She massaged her aching body as the caffeine, tablets, and sweet fatty food kicked in. She began to feel more human.

It was ridiculously hot and sunny already and Adele knew she would burn in minutes. So she coated herself in factor fifty. Put on her comfiest bra and nickers. Tied her hair back in a ponytail low at the back of her head. Then put on one of those new dresses and picked up her wide-brimmed straw hat.

"Ready?" Jackie asked as Adele finally appeared.

"Yes," she replied sheepishly, "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, thank you so much though." The pair headed out into the midday sun. On a mission to explore. Adele still felt rather distant though, as if she was watching someone else have these adventures. They took taxis here and there and had a great time.

Slowly Adele felt better and stopped aching. As the afternoon turned into evening the temperature dropped to a little over roasting. She even started to liven up. The sun was getting low when Jackie suggested they get dinner in town. So they stepped from the taxi into the little town square.

They were surrounded by little bars, cafes, and restaurants, spoiled for choice. They strolled around the square until they spotted a restaurant they liked the look of, then sat at one of the shaded tables outside. Within a couple of minutes a pretty young woman in the shortest black miniskirt and a tight white blouse appeared beside them.

"Bonjour, Bienvenue, voulez-vous boire un verre pendant que vous décidez?" She said.

"Oui s'il vous plaît" Jackie began to reply, being the designated French speaker for their trip.

"Oh, I speak English," the waitress interrupted with the most adorable French accent.

"Oh thank god," Jackie laughed, "thank you so much, I'd love a glass of red wine please, how about you Adele?"

"Yes, the same for me please," Adele said, taking the menu that was offered to her, "thank you."

"Thank you, just one minute." The waitress said with a smile and went inside. The pair chatted and laughed, having fallen into their old routine during the afternoon. The morning's discomfort was all but forgotten. Until Henri appeared beside them, a tray and two glasses of wine in his hand.

"Bonjour, Bienvenue," He said with a broad grin. Adele turned scarlet, her face flushing bright red as she gazed up at him. Jackie noticed this first, then turned to see what had caused it. The young waiter never took his eyes off Adele as he placed the glasses on the table. While Adele, totally flustered, blushed and looked away like a coy schoolgirl.

"Merci," Jackie replied, recognising the tall young black man from the pool in their apartment complex yesterday morning. Taking her friend's reaction into account, she quickly put two and two together and came up with, oh that dirty little bitch. She watched Adele squirm with embarrassment and just knew she had fucked him.

The meal continued uncomfortably. Adele was distracted and vacant. Keeping watch for Henri then blushing like a little girl when he appeared. He turned up frequently, filling their glasses again and again. The cute young waitress served their food and the little town square bustled with life.

Jackie got frustrated with her friend's lack of focus, and considered calling her out there and then. But she knew Adele's history, and how long it had been since she had been with someone. So she did her best to let it go and let Adele have her fun. Eventually deciding to play along.

"That boy is so good-looking," she said after he had filled their glasses, "I bet he gets all the girls around here."

"Mmm, yes I should think he does," Adele answered and tried her best to look unbothered. Night fell, but the temperature didn't. The pair sat and chatted as they took their time to eat. Adele watching Henri work and longing to just jump on him. Jackie watched them both, noting every look and glance they exchanged.

"Well, I think it is time we got going," Jackie said eventually, after coffee and paying the bill. "We have to head home tomorrow and will have to make an early start."

"Hmm, I suppose so." Adele agreed, looking totally deflated at the idea. "I just need to pop to the loo." Adele got to her feet and headed inside the restaurant.

"I'll get us a taxi," Jackie called after her and crossed the small square toward the waiting cabs. Adele scanned the restaurant for Henri and he appeared through a little door at the back of the room. Making his way to the small bar with a box of beer bottles. He spotted Adele right away and saw in her face that she wanted to talk to him.

He deposited the box on the bar, then gestured with a nod of his head to the small door. They both moved toward the back of the room. Henri held the door open for her and followed her down the narrow corridor. He took her arm and led her by a couple of side doors. Then out into a small courtyard through the last door.

"Oh Henri, I'm going home tomorrow, I ju..." Before she could get any further Henri stooped down, wrapped his long powerful arms around her, and lifted her into the air. Pressing his lips against hers, holding her tight, and kissing her passionately. Adele responded instantly, wrapping her arms around his neck and flicking her tongue into his mouth. Lifting her legs, and opening them wide to wrap them around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall of the courtyard.

They kissed hard and noisily, their hungry mouths devouring each other. Gasping, panting, and moaning as their bodies pressed together. His hands quickly moved up under her dress to caress Adele's soft pale skin. Squeezing her bottom through her panties as his hips moved, pushing his obvious excitement into her.

"I have to go." Adele gasped, fearing that if she didn't do something now, she would let him fuck her right then and there. Whether or not Henri understood her words, he seemed to get her meaning and reluctantly lowered her feet to the floor.

"Thank you," She gasped, one hand on the back of his neck, the other on his chest, "I love you." Then she turned and fled back through the restaurant and out to her friend waiting in the taxi. In the dark of the taxi, Adele wiped a tear from her eye. She felt overjoyed to have met Henri and his friends. But at the same time, devastated that she had to leave them.

Back in the apartment, the ladies sat for one last drink on the small balcony. Watching the last pale blue of the day disappear over the horizon. To be replaced by the deep black night sky, studded with so many stars it took your breath away.

"This is a magical place Jackie," Adele sighed, her head back gazing up at the sky, "I feel as if I am in a different world, a different universe even."

"I hate to say it," Jackie giggled, "but I told you so." She looked at her friend, and couldn't help feeling she looked about ten years younger. The stress and worry she had been carrying for the past few years had melted away. She thought back to her time in that village when she had first fallen in love with the place. Who was she to judge? Her heart went out to Adele.

"But it isn't real you know?" Jackie said in a low voice as if she was sharing a secret. Adele dropped her head and looked at her, a questioning smile on her lips.

"Most of the people here go back to normal lives. You can't take it with you. That is why you should make the most of it while you are here." Adele felt the piercing, knowing eyes of her older friend looking right through her. A shocked, embarrassed, and slightly guilty expression flashed across Adele's face. But before she could respond Jackie got to her feet.

"Well, it is getting late, and we have an early start, I'm going to sleep," Jackie said leaning over Adele. "Goodnight my darling, take care." With that, she placed one hand against Adele's cheek and kissed her forehead. Then turned and went to her room.

Adele was dumbfounded, she sat in silence as her friend left, and then for some time after. She thought about what she had said, and what others had told her over the last couple of days. It all seemed too surreal like she had stepped off the plane into another dimension where all the rules were different.

The world beyond the balcony was silent but for the occasional sound of a distant car. The lonely distant lights of the complex highlighted odd corners and buildings below her, in a weak yellow/orange light. She longed to venture out into that world and find her new friends, and find him. But she didn't know where to look. In stark contrast to that morning, she felt wide awake, more alive than she had ever felt before.

She stood and leaned on the metal rail of the balcony. Watching the narrow alleyways around her and listening. Hoping for some sign that it wasn't over just yet, that there was one more chapter in the story of this magical world. But all was quiet, the warm night seemed to have muffled the world with its blanket.

Adele didn't know how long she spent on that balcony, waiting. But it was so long that she gave up, and resigned herself to going home in the morning. Back in her stuffy little room, she opened the window, stripped naked, and flopped down on the bed, frustrated. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to get comfy, but it was no use. Her mind was on high alert and her body felt alive to any sensation.

A warm gentle breeze floated in through the open window and caressed her naked body. It made a noise as it touched her, a noise that almost sounded like splashing. Slowly Adele became aware of the sound, and then she heard distant laughter. Her eyes popped wide open, her head raised, turning to the open window.

She was sure now, that she could hear distant voices, but too faint to make out properly. Then more laughter and a splash, then silence. She waited, holding her breath so her breathing didn't interfere with her hearing. At last, she heard another laugh then her name.

"Oh Adele, Adele," the distant voice wailed in a rather fake sounding, baleful moan, "oh Adele, where are you?" She didn't know if the call was a serious call for her, or just Philippe taking the piss. But she recognised his voice, and from what she knew of him. It was probably both. Within seconds, she was leaning naked from the open window. Trying to figure out exactly what she could hear.

There were more splashes as if someone reacted to Philippe's idea of a joke. Then some more talking that was too low and quiet for her to make out. The alleyways were still empty, she figured they must obviously be taking another swim. Like they were when she met them. There was another distant laugh, then.

"Oh Adele, I love you." drifted through the still warm air. Followed by splashing and laughter. Adele wrapped her dress around her, fastened a couple of buttons at the front, and slipped barefoot from the apartment. Her dress floated up around her hips as she skipped down the stairs. Then flowed out behind her as she ran on her tiptoes, one arm holding her breasts in place, into the night.

Jackie lay in bed listening to the voices outside calling her friend. She heard the door of the apartment click shut, and she went to the window. In the alleyway below she saw Adele running silently toward the sound of laughter. Jackie smiled and went back to bed.

The laughing and splashing stopped abruptly as Adele ran around the corner. She stood, panting breathlessly, watching the two young men in the pool. Philippe and Henri were both waist-deep in the pool and turned to look at her when she appeared. There was a moment of silence. Adele stood under one of those orange lights on the corner of a building. The pool was on the far side of a small unlit patio area. Beyond the pool, the world faded into trees, bushes, and the night.

Adele moved first, instinct taking over and beating doubt and propriety into submission. She walked down the side of the pool, past the watching young men, to the steps leading into the shallow end. There she stopped and turned to face them, before unfastening the three buttons and slipping her dress back off her shoulders.

The thin cotton floated to the ground around her naked body and she stepped forward. Slowly walking into the pool. The water was cool and refreshing, it made her skin tingle. But she didn't react, she was focused on Philippe and Henri. She waded out to them, the water rippling up to her breasts as she moved. Splashing quietly on them, making her nipples harden in response to the cool caress.

She gave a little hop as she reached Henri. Wrapping her arms around his neck to hang from him, her soft pale body pressed against his gloss black wet skin. She kissed him, just as he had kissed her behind the restaurant. A powerful, lustful kiss that clearly showed her desire. Philippe gave a little cough and shifted uneasily.

Adele released her grip and slid down Henri's dark lean body, trailing her fingers down to the waist of his underwear and just catching the waistband under the water with her nails, before turning to Philippe. She pressed up against him, his broader, more muscular sun-kissed body taught and firm against her curves. Then she pressed her lips to his and kissed him as she had Henri.

"Oh, putain," Philippe gasped as Adele's hand moved down over his six-pack and cupped the growing bulge in his underwear, rubbing and squeezing as it pulsed in her hand. She felt Henri's hand on her back as he approached from the side, and turned her head toward him. Henri bent down and kissed her again, their tongues twisting together.

Adele's left hand still held Philippe gently by the cock. She kissed Henri and quickly put her right hand under the water to hold him as well. Her soft pale breasts swayed just above the water as her hands moved. Her pink nipples were hard and erect, little droplets of water on them catching the orange light. Both of the young men were now hard in her hands.

"Oh, putain. Attendez ici," Philippe swore in a whisper, then added, "Wait here," in English, before wrenching himself away and lifting himself out of the pool. He disappeared around the corner Adele had appeared from. Leaving her alone with Henri.

His arms wrapped her up quickly, his mouth on hers, then on her neck, her shoulders, and more. Adele tugged at his underpants below the water, dragging them down until his large black shaft was free. She took it in her hand, stroking the length of him in long slow motions as he held her breast, lifting it to his mouth and devouring the hard sensitive mound of her nipple.

"ooh Adele, tu es tellement belle," Henri mumbled into her breasts as he kissed and caressed them. Adele's hand was still moving on his shaft as it grew longer and harder. Whimpering and moaning, they held and caressed each other, becoming more and more aroused. Henri's hand pushed between her thighs to caress her pulsing folds at last.

"Aah, ooh, oooh god," Adele purred, her legs opening and her head rolling back as his fingers found her throbbing longing clit. She released her grip on his cock and reached up, holding onto his neck with both hands. He didn't hesitate, both of them overpowered by an insatiable lust. Henri grabbed her thighs, lifted her, and easily slid his cock deep inside her needy little pink cunt.

"Aaaarrghh fuck yes, oohh yes." Adele gasped, and Henri grunted, as his hips met her thighs and his big black cock filled her. His hips wriggled against her and Adele squirmed in his arms. Both of them grinding and fucking, oblivious to the world around them.

"Merde, what the fuck?" Philippe exclaimed as he arrived back at the pool, "J'ai dit attends, ne la baise pas." He continued in a horse, angry whisper. Adele looked up at him over her shoulder. His muscles glistened a little in the orange light. His skin was still damp despite the warm air. His wet underpants molded to every line of his body, defining the huge bulge as an unmistakable erection.

"J'ai pris une clé du vieux Francois, allez," he said, and set about gathering his clothes, "Come on," he said again, impatiently. Henri pulled away, lowering Adele back into the water and releasing her. Then looking rather comical, he waded from the pool, while trying to pull his underpants back up.

His huge shaft hung at ninety degrees in a long arc that wagged from side to side as he moved. He attempted to tuck it into his pants but failed. Those little wet pants just didn't have enough stretch in them. Eventually, he opted for wrapping the huge member around his hip and using the waistband of his underwear to hold it in place.

Adele followed him obediently. Picking up her dress last of the group and just in time to trot along after them as they headed to the street-lit corner. Philippe leading the way, Henri next, holding Adele by the hand. Her other hand clutched her dress to her chest as she ran barefoot and naked down the alleyway. She felt a thrill of excitement rushing through her, she was so alive, and she never wanted this moment to end.

The three of them flitted from shadow to shadow, moving quietly through the apartment complex. At last, they arrived at the door of one of the large detached units. Philippe fumbled with the key he got from the old Francois, the maintenance man, but soon got the door open.

They slipped inside and Adele stood for a moment, breathing heavily and taking in her surroundings. It was a large open-plan apartment, with a seating area of long low couches on a lower level. With the dining and kitchen on the same level as the entrance. The far wall was all window and as she watched Philippe made his way along them, sliding them back to open almost the whole room onto the patio outside. The long white net curtains that hung over the windows blew gently in the breeze. Revealing glimpses of the starlit world outside and filling the room with a dim orange light.

Henri took her hand again, he was naked now, his clothes in a pile on the dining table. Adele dropped her dress and let him lead her down into the living area and onto one of the soft deep sofas. He leaned over her, his lean, toned black skin drying quickly after their run. He kissed her again, then quickly made his way down her neck, and shoulders to her breasts. Pausing to kiss and caress them again before moving on.

He eased her legs apart and slid onto his knees between them, kissing her tummy, and her thighs. Adele watched him, almost willing him to take her delicate pink folds in his mouth and eat them. She opened her legs wider, sliding herself down the seat a little more as she did so.

Philippe landed a little too heavily on the sofa beside her. He was also naked now, his hard thick cock thrusting upward. The veins bulged from its flanks and it seemed to pulse in a regular rhythm as if it was being pumped up. He leaned over her, and kissed her, his tongue pushing between her lips just as Henri found his way to her pussy.

"Humph," Adele gasped into Philippe's mouth, as the two young men feasted on her. Their hands, fingers, and mouths, roamed at will over her soft pale curves. Licking, sucking, nibbling. Henri's fingers eased inside her warm wet pussy as his lips sucked her clit into his mouth over and over. Philippe half knelt over her, his hands and mouth squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples, sucking and pulling on them as she wriggled and squirmed beneath the two young men.

"Aaah, aah, ooh fuck, oohh yeah, mmm, yes, yes." Adele first whimpered, then moaned, and finally squealed as her orgasm quickly gripped her quivering body in a tense flood of pleasure that just kept on going as their mouths and fingers worked on her.

"ooh god, oohh my god, ooh pl, please, oohh." Adele cried out, her hands gripping the soft cushions of the sofa. Her squirming body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her in the longest, most intense, most mind-numbing orgasm she had ever experienced held her captive.

Adele's head rolled from side to side, tears of joy and years of pent-up passion, flooding from her eyes made everything in the dark room blurry. A small shadowy figure hovered by the billowing curtains, but her numb mind failed to register it fully. Gasping and breathless, Adele lay back on the sofa, giggling and crying as she trembled. The guys were on their knees beside her, watching her with bemused expressions, wondering if they had broken her.

Slowly Adele's mind cleared, she remembered where she was, and what she was there for. Her pulsing, tingling, electrified body needed to be satisfied, needed to be used. She wanted them inside her, she had to have them now. Quickly lifting herself from where she slumped back on the soft cushions, Adele twisted around and pushed Philippe backward so he fell against the arm of the couch and his big, hard thick veiny cock thrust up from his groin as his legs folded back beneath him.

Placing her hands on either side of him, Adele lifted one knee onto the sofa. Thrusting her big soft white bottom up into the air she dropped her mouth down over Philippe's thick cock and began sucking on it. Henri didn't need telling, Adele's desire was clear. He stood up, taking position behind her, and Adele moved her foot away from the sofa and arched her back. Opening and offering herself to him.

"Hmmmfff," she squealed into Philippe's thick veiny cock as Henri's long black snakelike member spread her little pink folds wide and slithered deep, deep inside. Her head began bobbing up and down, sucking on Philippe's cock, and Henri began fucking her. His strong hands gripped her wide hips.

He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation and the show, as her pale pussy moved over his jet-black shaft in the dim orange light. Dragging her wet lips with it as he pulled almost all of his length from her. Then folding in slightly as he eased himself back inside in long slow easy motions.

Henri could feel her hips shudder each time he pushed inside. The slower he did it, the longer that shudder lasted. He moved in and out of her as she sucked his best friend's cock. His thumb toyed with the tight little bud of her asshole as his dark fat cock head just peeked from the mound of her pussy. He was enjoying himself so much, he almost didn't notice his own orgasm creeping up on him.

"Oh, merde, pas de merde," Henri gasped, pulling his cock free in an attempt to stop his climax. His long wet cock pulsed and throbbed. Bouncing and twitching as he fought the urge to ejaculate. But the more he fought it, the more the pressure seemed to increase until at last, groaning and swearing. He launched a huge rope of thick sticky cum across Adele's back and into the soft waves of her red hair.

"Merde, merde" He swore again and again as the dam burst, and his orgasm free at last, sprayed over Adele's ass. She felt and heard him cumming, and quickly turned. Taking his pulsing black shaft in her hand and cramming it hungrily into her mouth. The last throes of his orgasm flooded her little mouth and she swallowed them down.

Adele sucked and milked his cock until she had all of his cum and Henri's excitement eased in her hand. Then she turned back to Philippe, who still leaned back against the arm of the couch. She was feeling so incredibly aroused now, her body on autopilot, her sexual appetite at the controls.

Adele stood on the sofa, her feet on either side of Philippe. He got the idea right away and uncurled his folded legs to lay back for her. Adele stood over him, her pale curves glowing in the orange light from the windows.

A small dark figure shifted position slightly in the shadows outside. Adele saw it, but her out-of-control body dismissed it as unimportant. Only one thing was important now, Philippe's hard, thick cock. She lowered herself onto him. Reaching down between her thighs to guide his rock-hard cock to her wet, needy cunt.

"Uuughh fuck," Philippe grunted as his hard thick cock pushed the walls of her soft vagina apart and filled her.

"Aahh, aaahh, mmm." Adele whimpered as she impaled herself on him, moving her hips in little circles as she wriggled her way down over his thick veiny shaft. His cock, though not as long as Henri's, was thicker and not as smooth. It may not have looked as impressive, but it was no less pleasurable.

Adele shuddered and trembled as she began moving herself up and down on him. Still squirming as she rocked back and forth. She took Philippe's hands, lacing her fingers in between his and pinning his hands to the armrest on either side of his head. She began rocking back and forth, fucking herself on him. Her big soft tits swayed deliciously in his face as she leaned over him.

Again and again, she drove her hungry little cunt down onto his hard thick cock. He pushed his hips up, angling them so that more of his shaft would find its way inside. She moved faster, and faster, fucking him harder. Gasping and moaning each time pressed her weight onto him and his thick veiny shaft stabbed up into her pulsing pussy.

Adele's tits started to make little slapping noises as they bumped and bounced on Philippe's face. His mouth opened and closed, trying to catch a nipple as she rode his cock. Her wet cunt slurped on his shaft, and he bucked and wriggled beneath her. Grunting and moaning she used him for her pleasure.

"Aah, aah, uugh, st, stop," Philippe gasped breathlessly, his climax building quickly. Adele looked down at his face, his worried almost pained expression excited her. She slowed her movement. Lifting herself off him until she could feel just his fat swollen cock head nestled in the folds of her cunt. Making just the slightest of movements, her hands still pinning his to the sofa. Adele moved her wet pussy all around and over his engorged cock head, teasing the poor young man who was trying his best not to cum.

"It's ok," Adele whispered breathlessly, and Philippe's cock throbbed, launching the first powerful pulse of his climax into her. She quickly sat back down over his cock, wriggling him deep inside as his orgasm burst fully free, pulsing and throbbing inside her again and again. Flooding her hungry little cunt with his thick sticky ropes.

"uurgh Putain, houx putain, mon dieu." Philippe gasped as he bucked and tensed beneath her. His cock clenched again and again as he emptied his seed into Adele's soft warm cunt.

"Uuuh yes, ooh yes, yes." Adele whimpered gleefully. Wriggling down onto his throbbing, cumming shaft. Slowly his tense muscles relaxed, his fingers opened, releasing Adele's hands. Until that point, she hadn't realised how hard he was squeezing them. The blood flowed back into her fingers making them feel heavy. She leaned back and sat firmly on Philippe's still-hard cock. Her big soft tits spread out on her chest as she looked back over her shoulder.

Henri was almost reclining at the other end of the large sofa, watching Adele fuck his best friend. His semi-erect cock was in his hand and seemed to be growing as he stroked it. Adele raised herself from Philippe's lap, then slid from the sofa onto the floor. She crawled over the deep luxurious carpet on all fours, toward Henri. He let go of his dick as she approached. Leaving his long dark shaft swaying between his wide open legs before her.

Adele opened her mouth as she approached and slid her soft wet lips down over his cock head. Whimpering softly as she tasted their sex on his dick. She started to suck him and he quickly hardened in her mouth. Still on all fours, she rocked back and forth, opening her throat and taking his big black cock as deep as she could.

Again and again, she eased herself forward, her mouth open wide, his long shaft sliding down her throat. Until she felt the urge to gag or cough, then she backed away, caught her breath, and tried again. Adele raised her eyes, making eye contact with the young man as she swallowed his length. She felt a thrill of excitement run through her, at the way Henri looked at her, laid back with his hands behind his head. She knew Philippe would be watching her as well, and she felt like a porn star or prostitute, performing for them.

Adele backed away again, a little too far, and Henri's cock popped free. Rising in a slow graceful arc as it flipped over and landed with a soft wet splat on one side of his tummy. She moved closer, pushing her face into the young man's groin. Kissing, licking, and sucking on his big soft balls before working her lips along the length of his shaft.

She crawled up onto the sofa as her lips continued up his chest and neck, finally arriving at his lips. As she pressed her mouth to his, Henri pulled his hands from behind his head. In one hand he grabbed a fistful of her messy red hair. His other hand wrapped around the back of her thigh and pulled her sideways.

Adele turned as directed and soon Henri was reclining on the arm of the sofa. His long legs stretched out across it. With Adele on all fours above him. He big white ass and gaping pink cunt on display for Philippe who watched intently from the other end of the long couch.

With one hand still maneuvering her head, Henri pushed his mouth onto Adele's, kissing her hard. His tongue forced its way inside as his lips twisted against hers. His other hand reached down between her thighs and gathered up his long dark member. Guiding the tip to her little pink slit and easing it inside.

"Hhmmfff," Adele whimpered into his mouth and moved to sink down over him. But Henri quickly moved his hand. Grabbing a big handful of her soft ass and pulling on it, stopping her from taking his length. Again and again, he teased the head of his cock in and out between her soft wet folds. Again and again, Adele tried to impale herself on him. But he wouldn't let her. He released her hair and held her wide hips in both hands to better control her.

Philippe lay back, watching his friend's long black cock entering that glistening little pink slit over and over. He could see Adele's hips wriggling. They trembled each time Henri eased the head of his cock inside and Philippe could hear from her moans and whimpers, just what it was doing to her.

His cock had remained hard the whole time. But now was throbbing and pulsing again, those veins bulging with intent. Philippe got to his feet and moved to the far end of the sofa. There he pushed his fingers into Adele's soft red hair. Using as Henri had done, to steer her mouth to him. Adele's head was twisted to the side and Philippe's fat veiny dick was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth.

"Hnngg, hhmmff, hmmmm." Adele gasped, gagged, then choked, as the young man's rock-hard cock was pushed down her throat. Holding her hair tight in his right hand, he began fucking her mouth. Reaching down with his left hand to grab a big handful of her soft-hanging tits. They dragged over Henri's chest as Adele rocked over him, trying to get his cock inside her. Still, he teased her, not letting her have what she wanted, though more and more of him was sneaking inside all the time.

"Hhmmmff,, hhhnnm,, mhmm, mhmm." Adele's moans were muffled. Henri swore, his breath coming in deep rumbling gasps as he rolled his hips on the sofa and started to move even more of his length in and out of Adele's tight little cunt. Philippe pushed his cock down her throat, choking her again, then pulled it from her mouth. Long thick trails of slippery saliva hung from the tip, attaching it to her lips as Adele gasped for breath. Then he stuffed his cock back inside.

Adele felt herself losing control and made no attempt whatsoever to hang on. The young men were using her now. Pulling her soft body every which way so they could get their kicks. Doing with her whatever came to mind. Adele gripped the sofa cushion in her little fists. Trying her best to steady her trembling, rocking, groped, and used little body.

Philippe pulled his cock from her mouth again, and again Adele gasped for breath as the strings of spit stretched and dripped. But this time he released her hair and stepped onto the sofa behind her. She felt his hands, gripping the cheeks of her ass, squeezing and pulling on them. Then his face pushed between them and his tongue drove into her little pink hole.

"Aaarrghhh fuck." Adele cried out, as Henri picked this moment to suddenly push up into her, driving the length of his black cock so deep inside her she felt him in her stomach. Philippe lapped at her asshole, pushing his wet tongue inside and coating her with his spit. Adele hung on to the sofa, Henri thrusting up into her again and again, fucking her harder and harder.

"Ooohh, ooohh god, oooh my god." Adele whimpered, knowing what was coming, but powerless to stop it. Philippe climbed up behind her. His hand was on her back, leaning over her. His other hand was around the base of his rock-hard, spit-dripping, drool-covered cock as he guided it between Adele's cheeks, and pushed.

"Aaarrghh, aaaarrhhh, ooohh fuck." she squealed, and Philippe's hard fat slippery cock first popped, then eased slowly into Adele's tight little virgin asshole. He used his weight, leaning over her with just his hand on her back and his cock in her ass to hold his powerful, muscular frame. Wriggling his hips his cock slid deeper and deeper into her quivering ass, stretching the tight hole around his meat until his hips came to rest on her soft wide cheeks.

This was too much for Adele and her arms gave way. She collapsed on top of Henri, with her knees up by her elbows and her head beside his on the arm of the sofa. Eyes closed, mouth open, red hair all over the place. She gasped, whimpered moaned, and panted, lost in a world of debauchery, as the two young men started to fuck her.

Henri wrapped his powerful arms around her, pinning her to him, squeezing almost all the breath from her. His taught stomach flexed and hips swiveled as his big black cock slithered in and out of her poor little cunt. Philippe leaned over her, one foot wedged in the back of the sofa, the other on the floor. One hand in the middle of her back as he fucked her ass.

Adele was wedged between them, unable to move, even if she had wanted to. Philippe reached out with his free hand, grabbing a fistful of her luscious red hair again. Pulling her head back this time and using her hair as leverage to push his cock into her harder. They soon fell into a rhythm. First one cock filled her, then the other. Like two pistons working in tandem.

"Aaahh, aahh,, oooh, ooohh god, ooohh pl, please, ooohh." Adele whimpered, begged, moaned, and cried as she started to cum again. Her whole body shuddered uncontrollably as she orgasmed. Wave after wave of pleasure made every muscle in her body tense and relax again and again. On and on her orgasm went, panting and lightheaded, her mind spinning, Adele fell limp in their grip.

Grunting and panting, Philippe drove his cock into Adele's big soft ass. He could feel her quivering beneath him as she climaxed. He could hear her desperate moans and pleas. But they only turned him on more. His orgasm rushed upon him quickly and as Adele climaxed beneath him, Philippe's cock throbbed rope after thick sticky rope of his seed deep inside her poor little virgin ass.

A moment later, gasping, grunting, and swearing, Henri discharged into Adele's womb. Long heavy pulses sent load after load through his long member to flood her little pink cunt. Gasping for breath Philippe fell back on the sofa, his stiff cock popping free sending a little spray of his cum over Adele's ass.

Henri lay back, panting, Adele's dead weight on top of him. His cock was still inside her, though his excitement was easing. Despite their efforts, all three of them fell asleep. Tangled together naked on the sofa. In the apartment of someone they didn't know and they shouldn't have been in.

Some ten minutes later, a small dark shadow moved by the window. Shuffling quietly over the soft deep carpet it crept closer. Standing close by the sofa to watch the three naked lovers sleep. Then it slipped out the way it had entered. Through the billowing net curtains.

Adele was woken by a gentle hand on her face, brushing her hair back. Someone was speaking very quietly to her, whispering in her ear.

"Excusez-moi ma douce dame," the words meant nothing to her, but the sound was so comforting she felt no concern whatsoever at the voice. She opened her eyes and found herself face to face with the little old man she had met on her first morning there. She raised her head and found she had been using Henri's smooth black tummy for a pillow. The little old man put his finger to his lips, then said.

"Excusez-moi ma douce dame. Mais je pense que vous devez revenir maintenant?" He gestured to her with his hand as he spoke, and he backed away, standing up and making room for her. Adele raised herself, pushing on the soft sofa with her hands. She looked at the two, naked young men with her. Then realised that she, of course, was also naked.

This didn't seem to bother the old man, who gestured again when she looked at him. The sun was slanting low across the patio outside, casting long shadows right across it. Clearly, it was still very early, but yes she did need to get back to her apartment. She looked at her sleeping lovers and realised, this was perfect. To slip away while they slept, so they could wake from the dream.

Slowly, and carefully, Adele extricated herself from the tangle of bodies on the sofa. The old man watched her the entire time, his eyes roving over her soft curves. A naughty little grin on his wrinkled old leathery face. Adele felt a sudden thrill as, aided by gravity, a stream of cum suddenly leaked from her little pink pussy. She blushed and looked at the old man, hoping he hadn't seen it, He had, and he grinned even more.

"Is there a bathroom?" Adele whispered, clamping her thighs together and putting a hand over the triangle of red hair nestled between them. The old man looked at her blankly.

"Wash?" Adele tried again, rubbing her face with her spare hand as if she was washing it. The old man raised a hand and pointed to the corridor behind her. She turned and tiptoed silently through the house, found the bathroom, and quickly cleaned herself up. As much as she could without actually having a shower.

When she got back to the living room, the old man was waiting for her by the open patio windows. She padded softly around the room, looking for her dress. It was nowhere to be seen. She went to the dining table and quietly searched the guy's clothes, but still no dress. In desperation, not really expecting him to be of any help. She looked at the old man, who had watched her closely the whole time and whispered.

"Where is my dress?" To Adele's surprise, he raised one arm from behind his back and revealed her dress, gathered in his fist. She quickly crossed the room to him. His eyes glued to her swaying, bouncing breasts the whole way. Then she took the dress, put her arms in the short sleeves, and fastened a few of the buttons at the front. The old man looked disappointed. Then he took her hand and led her out into the cool morning.

Adele glanced back at her sleeping lovers as she disappeared through the flowing net curtains. Then she let the old man take her along the narrow alleyways. She had no idea where she was, or where her apartment was, so she just followed along in tow behind him. The old man's dark brown, suntanned, wrinkly little fist gripped her pale hand tightly.

This must be little old Francois, Adele thought as she followed him. He was about the same height as her, but then Adele was quite small herself. This is who Philippe got the key from last night. She watched him as he led her through the still morning. He looked about a hundred years old. His sun-baked brown head was crowned by a white ring of short hair just above his ears. His stick-thin arms and bandy legs in those big shorts. The dirty old T-shirt that was several sizes too big for him. All made him look rather comical.

There was something about the way he moved, his little hunched scurry, that triggered a memory. The dark shadow, moving by the window suddenly activated in Adele's mind. It was him. Of course it was, he knew exactly what Philippe wanted the apartment for. He must have crept along after them and watched the whole thing.

Adele felt her face flushing pink yet again, this was becoming a habit. The little old man turned to look at her and stopped. He could see from her expression that something was going on. And from the way she looked at him, he reasoned it was something about him. From the flush of colour to her cheeks, he surmised it was something to do with her as well. Then he put it all together and grinned at her. A grin that said, yes, I watched you fucking all last night.

With a surprisingly strong tug on her hand, they set off again. He moved quicker than Adele thought possible, so fast she had to break into a trot to keep up with him. Her bare feet were noiseless on the pavement behind his big dirty boots. Her free arm was wrapped across her chest to contain her bouncing breasts. Again he glanced back at her. He noted that he couldn't watch her tits anymore, so looked down at her legs.

Adele's floaty dress flowed out behind her as they moved. She glanced down and realised she hadn't buttoned her dress low enough. It flowed open around her hips, exposing her pale legs, thick thighs, and the little red triangle of her pussy.

The old man had a good look and grinned at her again. Adele started to think his motives for helping her were not purely altruistic. But after the last couple of days, that just didn't seem to bother her. In fact, she found the idea quite exciting.

Something had changed in her. The dreams and fantasies of unfulfilled years had been made a reality, and she wanted more. There was no undoing it now, the stable door was open. She was aware and open to the idea of accepting passion wherever she found it. They rounded a corner, and suddenly Adele found herself at the stairs to her apartment.

"Peut-être un petit quelque chose pour mon temps?" the old man said, tightening his grip on her hand and stopping her at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand?" Adele whispered, then added, "umm, comprendre."

"Allez, laissez un vieil homme faire un dernier câlin, pour qu'il s'en souvienne à la fin." The old man mumbled, letting go of her hand and reaching for the top button on her dress. Adele reacted instinctively, grabbing his hands and trying to pull them away.

"S'il vous plaît, juste un instant." He insisted, reaching for her with more force. She didn't know exactly what he said. But she picked up on please, and his tired old eyes looked so pleading. First, she relaxed her tense arms, then she released his hands. His dirty, gnarly fingers made short work of the buttons. Then he swept her dress open and back, revealing the full, soft, pale curves within.

He grabbed her breasts, his grimy hands squeezing the pure white globes and making a circle with his thumbs and index fingers around her pink nipples. Then he leaned down and sucked them, one after the other, into his mouth. Still sucking on her nipples he released her tits and moved closer. One hand slipped down her back to grab a handful of her bottom. The other slid over her little belly and between her thighs.

"Oh fuck," Adele gasped, giggling a little at how ridiculous this was. "Oh my god Adele, you are a total slut." She whispered to herself, and moved her legs apart, letting the old man's fingers caress the soft pink folds of her pussy. She could feel his hands trembling as he touched her. He made little humming or groaning noises as he suckled on her breast. Then, seemingly satisfied, he stood back a little. With his hands on her waist, he took one last look at her.

"Merci ma belle petite maman anglaise," he whispered, with another of those naughty grins.

"Thank you, Francois," Adele replied, and leaned forward, planting a big wet kiss on his lips. He watched as she trotted quickly up the stairs, and as she opened the apartment door cautiously. All clear inside, no sign of Jackie yet. She turned back to the old man at the bottom of the stairs, still gazing up at her.

"Merci Francois," she said in as loud a whisper as she dared. Then held her dress open for him, and gave her big soft boobs a little shimmy. The old man beamed with delight and blew her a kiss. Then she slipped quietly inside.

Adele was far too wired now to sleep. She put on her dressing gown, packed her bags, and laid out clothes for the long journey home. Still no sign of Jackie, so she showered, dressed properly, and made breakfast. She was sitting in the early morning sun, on the small balcony, when Jackie appeared.

"Good morning," Adele beamed at her.

"Well, someone is wide awake this morning," Jackie said, "did you sleep well?"

"Oh, I had a wonderful night," Adele answered with a naughty little smile. There was a slight pause as Jackie looked her in the eye.

"I don't doubt it," Jackie said, "but did you get any sleep?"

Adele's face dropped as it slowly dawned on her that Jackie knew what had been going on. Jackie could read her like a book and saw the panic in Adele's eyes.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. I won't mention it again." Adele went from panic to shame in one long sigh.

"I tried to warn you, this place does something to people. But it isn't real, you can't take it home with you. You can't take that handsome young man home with you either." Jackie chuckled at her own, rather harsh sense of humour, and sat down to breakfast. She sipped her coffee and studied her friend who squirmed in embarrassment on the other side of the table.

"Was he good?" she suddenly whispered, leaning forward and grinning. Adele looked up at her, then smiled and leaned forward as well.

"Fucking amazing!" she whispered, a broad smile filling her face.

"No, I don't want to know," Jackie said raising her hand, "it is all too sordid." That was the last that was said on the matter. An hour later they were in the back of a taxi. Winding their way up out of the valley, to the nearest town with a railway station. A few hours later Adele would be back to being Mum, food provider, and cleaner.

Or would she?