Diptych...a painting in two parts

[Redon]

This is a closed thread for CourtesanBeryl and myself.
It deals with a situation that occurred in Paris one June a few years ago.

OOC...My character is Jack Bronson, actually John Earl Bronson but the world has known him as Jack for quite awhile.
His rise to fame has not been an easy one. He's held jobs from
taxi driver to male escort in order to make ends meet while he creates his paintings.
Half a dozen years ago one of his canvases was seen in a freind's home by Agatha Horwitz, long time owner of Horwitz Galleries in Chicago. She called him in for a meeting, a contract was signed and his work now graces her outlets in Los Angeles and New York as well as Chicago.
Jack Bronson is a hot number in the Art World right now.
An incorrigable immature brother, two ex-wives and child support never leave quite enough in the kitty though, and he is in Paris with Agatha's blessing to find new overseas affiliations to showcase and sell his work.

If your interested in such things, Jack Bronson is a ruggedly handsome man of 42, medium height, stocky, black hair, greying beard cut short and brown eyes.



IC...His last letter of introduction from Aggie Horwitz was tucked in his sports coat pocket but after paying for the taxi Jack felt more like a cold beer then another interview with a pompous French gallery owner.
The Gallerie d'Art Saint Germain was right across the street. He could easily walk over, introduce himself in his halting French. Pray desperately that someone spoke English, hand over the letter and wait for the verdict. Actually no one had given him an outright verdict yet. It was a 'don't call us we'll call you' kind of thing.
It was sunny and warm. Pretty French girls were everywhere on the streets. Jack wanted to see Paris, have fun, not spend another afternoon in the dim interior of a cathedral quiet art gallery.
The graceful carriage of one of those girls led to his decision. He watched her disappear into a Café, Le Bonaparte. Without a second thought he put the gallery out of his mind and followed her in.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Isabelle Avril

Frames on every wall, with a reference number and a round sum in French Francs. The Gallerie d'Art Saint Germain is not a museum even though its visitors tend to whisper as if it were the case. The posh gallery specializes in contemporary artists, whether the art form is two or three-dimensional. Currently, the artist whose work is on display is a young French photographer who hunts abandoned houses and disused factories. Many artsy glazed paper magazines have praised his black and white photographs, thus sent a flock of international collectors to the gallery. Within a couple of weeks, half of the works had been sold and the other half was bound to find its owner before the end of the temporary exhibit.

Isabelle Avril, the gallery owner, was enjoying a short break at the deep end corner of the art gallery. She was reclining in a black leather sofa usually reserved to buyers who to negotiate their payments. All by herself, her legs slightly parted, Isabelle closed her eyes for a minute while enjoying the lingering taste of the café expresso delivered earlier on by Regis, the handsome waiter from the nearby Café Bonaparte.
Suddenly, the tiny cell phone tucked in Isabelle's blazer pocket gave a low buzz. She answered with a dreamy voice: "Oui??"
The excited voice of Sonia, Isabelle’s longtime girlfriend resounded loud and clear: "Isabelle! How are you ma chérie? I just wanted to remind you of the party tonight at the d'Alembray. You're still coming, aren't you?"
"Ummmm... Yes… Yes, of course... Aren’t you?"
"You know me, I can't resist a party! Actually, I'll be with someone. I'm sure you'll never believe this: I'm at the Café Bonaparte down your street, and I’m having a coffee with this very handsome guy. Oooooh, he's sooooo sexy!".
Isabelle smiled to herself: Sonia’s slender body was irresistible to the male gender. She had never been on her own and had always broken up before they had a chance to dump her.
“Well, I’ll see the two of you later on I guess. What’s his name?”
“Jack… Jack something… I forgot! He’s American, you know, but I wouldn’t have guessed it since he’s not wearing sneakers and kaki pants. He says he’s a painter. So… maybe you two could do some business together?!”
“We’ll see… Sonia, I got to hang up, there’s a visitor in the gallery.”
“Au revoir ma chérie! See you later!”

Isabelle tucked the cell phone in her jacket and stood up, her mind busy with the phone call. Sonia was bringing a painter at the d’Alembray? At least, there would be someone who wasn’t one of this top notch society bores. If only he didn’t expect anything from her, she would hate to have to crush another ungifted artist’s hopes.

 

[Redon]

Sonia Verlaine was Jack's vision of a sexy young Parissiene in the flesh. Slender, gracefully arranged, lustrous dark hair, wide black eyes, legs...oh my what legs. The legs were what brought him into the 'Bonaparte' and gave him the courage to ask in halting French if she knew where the Gallerie Saint Germain was located.
She not only knew it turned out, but the owner was her best freind!
Unbeleivable luck...an unbeleivable girl.
Her Engliish was a considerable improvement over his French and his anxieties eased enormously when they began speaking in the language he was used to. The French accent had always been sexy to him but coming from Sonia it was a positive aphrodisiac.
He shifted position in his chair and tried to keep his imagination in check.

A party tonight...Would he like to go to a party with her tonight...
He had to ask her to say it again. Jack Bronson was a worldly man, an experienced man in fact but this chance encounter with the gorgeous young woman was proceeding in a direction that seemed only possible in novels!
"Yes...yes , of course most delighted to."

She smiled brightly, "OH so good....good and you can meet my dear Isabelle there instead of that stuffy gallery!"

He hardly heard her words and certainly could not have understood them as she spoke rapidly to the woman he had a letter for. He spent the minutes imagining what this girl, who was half his age would be like in bed...oh my.

"Where are you staying?"
"What?...
Oh I'm at the Metropole on..."
She rose and kissed him on the cheek.
"I know where it is. I'll pick you up at 8:30 is that allright?"
She was leaving.

He stood up, "Yes, of course...8:30."
"Bon!...oh do you need a ride somewhere now?"

Of course he needed a ride...

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

At the party...

"Already 20 hours!"
Isabelle's eyes widened as she looked at her car's watch. Within a few minutes, the small Smart vehicle was racing through the underground parking lot. At the street surface, she managed to thread her way through the traffic, taking chances with red lights and other drivers. The d'Alembray were the nicest people as long as you were on time, and that meant that Isabelle had to race against time.
She finally arrived in the posh 16th district of Paris and parked her tiny car close to the d'Alembray fenced alley. She looked at herself in a small mirror: her brown eyes lined with kohol and her rouged lips didn't need a touch up. As she jumped out of the car, her nipples brushing against her blouse sent a jolt to her mind: she had no bra on! It was her little trick with foreign buyers: in the course of a lengthy negotiation, she would let a pen fall on the floor and would bend forward to pick it up. Of course, she would move as slowly as possible so her client's eyes would wander on down her chest to feed upon her rouged nipples. The effect on buyers, whether they were males or females, was so strong that she was able to negotiate the sales to her advantage.

Isabelle didn't search the glove compartment for a bra, she would be unable to put it on anyway. With a small sigh, she turned on her heels and left her car. After all, there was this rumor that Monsieur and Madame d'Alembray shared females, so they probably wouldn't mind if they could get a peek at her breasts!

Madame d'Alembray welcomed her with a cheerful smile: "Isabelle! Glad to see you again…"
She bad her to enter the rococo furnished room and took her blazer. Madame d'Alembray's eyes went straight down to Isabelle's breasts and a mischievous smile appeared on her stern face.
"Ma chérie, you look beautiful tonight. Let's go to the petit salon so you can share a drink with the other guests."
Isabelle followed the hostess to a rather large living room with a pair of crystal chandeliers glittering above everyone's heads. There were at least twenty people chatting with a loud, animated tone while a Maitre d' was filling cups with an expensive champagne. Isabelle's eyes scanned the guests, noticing that she had already met half of them at a party or at a gallery's private viewing. Sonia Delaunay was sitting at the other end of the room, in an antiquated couch with a man whom Isabelle guessed to be the American painter: he was handsome… very handsome. Isabelle accepted the cup of champagne that Madame d'Alembray presented to her and observed the man with Sonia. He was holding a crystal cup with long, beautiful hands and brought it to his lips; he sipped his cocktail with thoughtful eyes, looking at an old family portrait. As is often the case, he may have felt that he was being observed. He turned his head towards Isabelle and their eyes met; time seemed to stop and the wave of desire that took hold of her was a sure sign that this man's body would fit hers like a glove…

 

[ariosto]

Jack was fighting hard not to feel like a fish out of water and failing miserably. Sonia was the bright spot who kept introducing him to people and coming back to him after they'd drifted away but he'd come to realise that the beautiful young woman was much in demand here and he enjoyed no proprietory rights to her attentions. Which was fine but...

He was somewhat mollified by the excellence of the food and the quality of the wine. Now if only he could hold the girl's attention for more than 5 minutes!

"Darling! Over here!"
Sonia stood up as a striking brunette approached them. There were many fascinatingly attractive women at the party but this one was a real'head turner'.
He watched her approach and hug his companion warmly, kissing her cheek and turning towards him as Sonia introduced her.
"Isabelle, this is Jack Bronson the american painter. Jack, Isobelle Avril who owns the gallery. I think you have somethings to talk over."

This was Isobelle Avril!...she was a far cry and a very pleasent surprise from the sleek, plump middle aged woman he'd been expecting to meet from Sonia's description!

He turned to chide her for teasing him but the vivacious blonde had already melted into the party leaving him alone with Isobelle.

"So tell me Jack Bronson, what do you do? I hear that your paintings are quite naughty"

Her voice was throaty and flowed like warm honey.
He found that he was actually blushing.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

No wonder she had been late for the party at the d'Alembray. Jack Bronson… So many of them, and then to start all over again with one of so many search engines… At long last, she had found some information on him; an erotic painting and a few raving reviews…. All in English, of course! She was no good web surfer and considered the computer and the web as a necessary evil.
She now stood in front of him and he was looking up at her. And as in a movie, his eyes met hers and locked into hers…His eyes! She felt as if she could read his soul in his eyes. And he was just as Sonia had said, very handsome indeed. No! She could not let him see how he made her feel. She asked him about his work and sat next to him: the man was blushing! Was it due to his drinking alcohol, or was it due to her breasts swaying under her see-through shirt as she was sitting down?
She could hear his voice as he answered her question and yet she could not concentrate on what he was telling her. What was happening to her? She took a cigarette and lit it up, trying to calm her senses.

"Mesdames! Messieurs! Le dîner est servi!"
Madame d'Alembray was calling up the party to the dining room behind her. A little sign was set on each plate and as Isabelle found hers, she was surprised to find out that Jack Bronson was seated to her left. Madame d'Alembray was suddenly next to her and whispered: "Your friend Sonia advised me to place this gentleman next to you, I hope you won't mind?" Isabelle shook her head slightly to say "No" and yet she wanted to run away. Run away from this party, from this man who didn't know he turned her into a female in heat.

The diner went on as usual, with meats and vegetables served by stylish and experienced waiters stepping to everyone's right side and obeying quickly and silently. The wine was just like the waiters: 12 years old, tasty and yet smooth; the kind of wine that Isabelle would drink on a candlelight diner.
At her side, Jack was watching the guests around the table debating passionately over exhibits, writers, politics… On his left side, he had an architect who spoke some English and who ended up entertaining him with the tales of his adventures in the States.
Isabelle was trying to follow what was being said around her, but she found it nearly impossible. Jack was pressing his hand on her forearm, asking her from time to time to translate a word into French. His body kept coming closer to her, so close… and then it was gone again. She was trying to control herself and at the same time, so anxious to have him ask her again for help. He had such perfect lips, made for kissing… Like an instant flash, a thought crossed her mind. She wondered how his lips would feel on her pussy, if his hands would keep her thighs firmly apart. She felt blood rushing through her veins, warming up her body.

At the end of the dinner, she gave up. She wanted him now, right now… His chest pressing against hers, his hands on her, lifting her skirt, entering her secret recesses… She was glad that she had panties on, she just knew that she was getting wet. It would be so embarrassing to have her juices flow into her skirt, signaling to everyone that she was ready to spread her legs open to any male's cock.
And finally, finally, it was time to leave. She turned to Jack and whispered: " I can drive you to your hotel, if you'd like me to…"
Jack answered with a large smile: "Yes, yes of course… You're too kind."

 

[ariosto]

There was a light rain falling when they left the dinner party and the walk to the car provided an opportunity for Jack to hold Isabelle quite closely huddling under the umbrella she had remembered to bring.
His head was swimiing from the wine. the rich food and the sexual alure of his companion.

"Para...
Para...plui ?"
She looked up at him, they had stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to change.
"Paraplui...is umbrella, right?"

His usually confident face suddenly looked doubtful.
She started to laugh.
He couldn't take his eyes off her face...her mouth.
"I mean...I thought..."
She tiptoed up and kissed his cheek.
"No Jack you say it like..."

He kissed her.
Not a tentative kiss but a very hot and passionate one. Covering her lips with his own he drew her tightly against him.
The umbrella wavered, her left foot left the pavement.
Her breasts were pressed against his chest, she could feel his arousal against her thigh.

What am I doing!...he thought. She might just be...

Her tongue touched his lips and opened them, he felt it like a small animal brush against his teeth and then slide deeper caressing his tongue. Her hands were in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. He could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing against his chest.
A car honked...it didn't matter.

They broke, looked at each other, laughed and kissed again.
His hands molded to her ass pulling her hard against his arousal, her breath steamed against his throat, into his ear, and her hand slid down until it gripped his aching cock.
She squeezed. She smiled...
"Come on Jack. Even in Paris there are somethings we don't do on street corners..."

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

They walked down the street in silence, arm in arm as all lovers in Paris do. They reached her car and he shielded her from the rain with the umbrella while she searched her purse for her car keys. She opened the door for him and as soon as she was in the drivers seat, he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately again. She closed her eyes, breathing in his smooth male body scent mixed with a spicy male aftershave. His hands were on her shirt, unfastened the pearl buttons and parted the cloth. He withdrew his head from hers and his eyes went down as he watched her breasts. He smiled:
"They're beautiful…"

She sent him a mischievous smile: she was proud of her small but round breasts with long, hard nipples always piercing through whatever she had on. He looked at her in the eyes and sent his hands down to knead her breasts. He opened his mouth as he pinched gently her erected nipples then whispered:
"I want you…"
Her eyes widened a little: no man had ever done this to her. Jack was taking control of her, exposing her breasts and testing her. She lowered her eyes and watched his fingers rolling her nipples; she felt overpowered. Tears rolled up in her eyes and she gave a deep sigh.

His deep voice ordered her gently: "Look at me, my love"
He leant forward, kissed her again: it was forceful, the kiss of a conqueror telling her to yield to his desire, to accept whatever he would do to her. The pressure of his fingers on her nipples increased, to the point where it became slightly painful. She moaned but his mouth locked on hers muffled the sound. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout her body. He ended his kiss, withdrew his head and watched her as she tilted her head backwards, abandoning herself to his hands, to his sheer will.

"Isabelle…" The fingers became gentle on her and caressed her breasts softly. He buttoned her shirt and gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. She looked at him with half closed eyes and smiled through her tears.
"Take me to my hotel, my love…" His voice was soft: "I want to worship you… All of you"

The streets of Paris were almost deserted at midnight: it took only a short while to reach the Metropolitan. Jack took her by the hand and guided her through the lobby to an old, narrow elevator. In the few minutes it took them to reach the last floor, he pulled her close to him, buried his face in her long dark hair and whispered "I want you… I want you so much…." His hands came on her breasts again, searching her nipples underneath the thin cloth. She clenched her jaws and accepted the sharp pain that soon followed, the gift of his desire and domination.

A desk lamp gave a warm light to the hotel room. The bed was opened, revealing pristine white sheets.
He lead her to the bed and ordered: "Take your clothes off, my Love. Do it slowly, I want to enjoy watching you doing it."

 

[ariosto]

"Non...all of them."

She was a worldy woman,.no stranger to intamicies after all, yet his boldly commanding voice, his voracious eyes, his almost threatening demeanor...all this made her feel frighteningly vulnerable.
This shouldn't be! He was here to see her...to ask HER the favor...too...

"Now Isabelle...Now! I want you naked before me."
Suddenly he stood up from the chair where he had been sitting watching her slowly strip off her clothes. He was upon her
in an instant! With one movement he tore her brassiere from her body and roughly thrust his hand into her black lace panties...the last shred of clothes save her thigh high stockings that she still posessed...cupping her sex under his hot palm.

His mouth was pressed against her ear. His words were warm against her skin...
"I want you to show me how French women fuck, Isabelle..."

His fingers had found and were rubbing the fiery pearl of her clitoris...She thrust herself against him and moaned.
"I want to know if all I've heard is true. Can you keep me up all
night...can you show me things I've never dreamed of?"

She felt his finger slide along her swelling labia, opening, probing into her woman's heat.
He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it
deep. Isabelle felt his teeth upon her breasts, drawing them into the moist heat of his mouth as his fingers moved faster between her legs.

"Mon dieu..."
her voice is shallow... it cracks as two fingers slide into her pussy,
twisting upwards and his mouth devours her tender breast.
In the mirror by the bed she can see the broad play of muscles across his naked back as he leans into her. She moves her legs apart and he tears the thin fabric of her panties from her hips. Kneeling down between her thighs Jack buries his face in her sex, his thrusting tongue replacing his fingers. She staggers back agaisnst the wall and pushes her pussy into his face, her fingers lacing through his dark hair, pulling him onto her...into her...
The room swims...she cries out!

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

"Aaaaaahh!"
The hot ball of pleasure had raced from her throbbing clitoris up to her belly and her hardened nipples. She couldn't tell what he was doing to her, but it was far beyond the usual routine of rubbing and licking. The pleasure was so intense, it made her almost suffocate and she closed her eyes to enjoy it all fully. She wondered if Jack was sucking her clitoris; whatever it was, this was something that no one had ever done to her. As the intense pressure given to her clitoris decreased, she felt a wave of happiness and peace taking over. Jack moaned and she knew her pussy had released a gush of warm, liquid juice. He was now feasting on it, enjoying the taste of her pleasure.
She smiled at him and caressed his hair tenderly, thankful for his efficient devotion.
He looked at her and said softly: "Now, show me… Show me how a French woman fucks…"

She looked down at his cock and saw it was hard, the tip of it so engorged that a drop of precum was oozing out. She leant forward and licked it clean then looked up at him with a mischievous smile: "Nice…"
He sent his left hand on her head and guided her down onto his penis. She took hold of it with her right hand and her grip was firm. She parted her lips and gently took his penis into her mouth until it reached the end of her throat. She paused for a second and pulled her head back a little; quickly, she began to suck on him with a fierceness he didn't expect. She next pulled her head even further away and sucked gently the tip of his cock, biting it tenderly, licking it slowly.. and suddenly she took his penis all the way in again, with passion. He held her head still with both hands and gave a few quick thrusts, enjoying to see her on her knees, suffocating each time his cock was bumping at the end of her throat. He stopped and gave her a gentle caress:
"That was a nice start… But I want more than your mouth. Show me if you're a good little girl..."

She nodded and turned away from him to lean over the bed, tilting her hips upward so he could have her two openings in full view: "You don't have to get me wet… You can mount me while I'm still dry… "
"I'm going to hurt you!"
"No… Not for long anyway… And once your cock is wet, you can take me from behind… "
She pulled her lower lips apart and waited. It took only seconds until…

"Awwww!" She let out a sharp cry of pain. Jack was pushing his cock inside of her and it felt to her almost as if a thick rod of steel was being forcing inside of her. It was rubbing her vagina, taking possession of it, reminding her that she was giving herself over to him for the sake of his pleasure.
She felt his eyes watching his cock enter her and it made her proud; she wanted him to enjoy the vision of her sex engulfing his. She had had to many lovers who had barely looked at her, and had turned her around to use her and yet never truly paid attention if she was enjoying herself too.
The rubbing stopped being painful: she was wet and his hard cock was now sliding easily in and out… in and out… She closed her eyes as his thrusts were pushing her onto the mattress, waiting for him to cum.

He stopped his thrusts after a short while and soon after forced a finger into her tighter hole. She did her best to accept what he was doing to her, feeling his finger twisting inside her to force her muscle to relax. He was good at it, and he now had two fingers inside her hole, sliding in and out.
He finally laid his hands on her hips and his cock entered her, slowly, painfully… She clenched her teeth and moaned softly.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No… I love it… It will… be over.. in a minute…" He pushed his cock further inside, making her moan again.
"Awwww… It looks like… you did this… before…"
He was tough on her and yet considerate. She could only hope for what he may do to her if this night was not the last one.

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Beryl I apologise...somehow I was confused and thought that I had posted last.
If my day had not been taken up so thoroughly I would have posted to Diptych today.
It will be up before Paris goes to sleep tomorrow night.
I promise.

 

[ariosto]

Jack pushed himself into her ass very slowly. He felt flushed with heat, totally aroused. His cock was aching, burning, throbbing. He watched it disappear between her sweetly rounded cheeks. It seemed as though he was dissolving into her. There were no pink moist lips around his shaft. Instead it was as though he were punching a hole right into her flesh.
He held her tightly with his hands on her hips and pushed relentlessly in. Finally stopping when he could feel his testicles against the the wet slit of her pussy.
Isabelle groaned at the maddening impossibility of the thing that now filled her so utterly. Hot and pulsing, lying like a great fat snake in her bowels.
She pushed herself back on him. Her hands digging into the bed sheets.

"Look Isabelle...look at us."
She opened her eyes at his command and glanced to the side where a huge mirror was reflecting their every move. She saw herself, her skin made tawny in the mellow light, impaled upon the painter. Her hair and eyes wild and abandoned, her ass raised high and snugged up against the curling patch of his pubic hair.

"Now watch..."
Slowly holding her rigid with his strong hands he slid the length of his thick cock out of her.
Her nails dug deeper into the bed clothes... The feeling was unimagineable, the painful friction immediately transformed into a delicious sensation that left her gasping and yearning for...
"More...more Jack. Fuck me yes. In my ass...fuck me please...."
She was aware that she was pleading, begging, and that just made it all more exciting. He...
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHH"
Drove himself in...fast enough to send her reflexes into a fiery spiral...then out. In...out...
Deep relentless thrusts, filling her...splitting her apart!.
He stopped.
She twisted back...pushed back, forcing her ass to take more of him in...more.

"God Baby...you do like this don't you?"
She moaned and tightened herself like a vise onto him.
He moved faster now. Isabelle's tioght narrow passage had become easier to penetrate and the deep strokes into her bowels were not as painful...no not painfull at all...they...they...

She felt a wave of heat rising at the same time he did.
The thought of sending his hot seed into the bowels of the pretty french woman hurled him straight over the edge.
Without pausing he continued to thrust, not slow, not fast but deliberately while cum pumped along the length of his shuddering cock and fountained into her...

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Ooooooh, this is so good… So good… It had been a long, long time since sex had been so good. Jack was definitely NOT like one of those French men who enjoyed themselves and paid little attention to their partner. He was plowing her ass with his cock, enforcing his domination over her. He was a true male who made her feel wanted and protected.
It was not the first time she was having sex with someone she had just met. Carpe Diem! Seize the day! She enjoyed these quick encounters where both partners gave in to their mutual desire. No commitment, no overwhelming emotions; just some time spent together to release built up sexual frustration. In most cases, French men delighted in taking her from behind since their usual partner hated it. They found in Isabelle a willing partner with a nice body, who enjoyed a good fuck.

Jack was coming now, his hands clenched onto her hips. Her heart beating, she wondered whether he… Oh yes, for the first time ever, please… Jack leant forward and his right hand left her hip and slowly, gently, went down across her belly to her pussy. She felt his middle finger brush her clitoris and go further down, searching her slit. Ever so gently, Jack sent two fingers inside of her, entered her. He whispered:
"Oh Baby… You're so juicy… Ummmmmmm…." He spread her juices over her clitoris, titillating it, making her pant softly.
"That pussy of yours wants its share, doesn't it?" He laughed softly.
"Not right now, baby. Let's take a shower first, shall we?"
His cock was still inside her ass; he pulled himself away and gave her a soft kiss behind her ear.
"Come on, girl… It will do you some good too."
She nodded and smiled to herself. Yes, Jack was definitely unlike any of the men she had ever been with.

They shared the shower and a fragrant and luxurious soap then rushed back to the bedroom; they remained naked on the opened bed, lying sideways and facing each other. Jack smiled mischievously and asked with a soft tone:
" Lift that leg, show me your pussy…"
Her eyes widened slightly: she was still surprised by his commanding tone and yet she obeyed. His eyes followed his right hand and locked upon her crotch; two fingers quickly reached her lower lips, pulled them apart and entered her. While he pushed his fingers slowly back and forth inside of her, he asked:
"Do you like being with me?"
She nodded: "Yes…"
"It feels good being with you, girl… It does… I can tell you that we're going to see each other a lot… That's if you want too"
"Ummmm… Yes… Yes of course…." She smiled at him and closed her eyes, enjoying the intimate caress.
"I want to give you the best fuck you ever had… and be your best friend too… I watched you tonight… You're a very good person but you're very lonely too, aren't you?"
She nodded again: "Yes… Ummmmm…. Yes"
He added a third finger and began to gently twist them inside her pussy
"I think we can be very good for each other… Make each other's fantasies come true…"
The pleasure increased so she laid on her back. Immediately, he added a fourth finger and his rubbing became vigorous. She clenched her jaws, submitting herself to what he did to her; except for his thumb, Jack's hand was now forcing itself inside her pussy… His four fingers went back and forth… and back and forth again… He leant forward and commanded:
"I want you to belong to me… "
"Yes…."
The four fingers spread apart inside of her and turned, pushed; Jack was enlarging her cunt….
"Say: Yes Jack…"
She moaned softly: "Yes Jack"
"Good… Good girl…"
She felt his hand, larger then ever, entering her, the bones of his knuckles pushing to enter deeper and deeper inside of her
"You're so tight, girl… Relax…"
She tried to obey him and…
"Aaaaaawwww…."
His fist was inside of her, pushing, turning… She was crying softly…
"You're a good girl, Isabelle… A very good girl… Oooohhhh… Such a good girl…"
She felt his hard cock against her thigh… He was now rubbing himself against her.
"And you belong to me… Such a good girl..."
He was fucking her with his fist, enjoying her submission to what he was doing to her. She was panting and moaning now, a female who gave her male whatever he wanted from her. He licked her tears and gave her a warm, soft kiss while his fist was pushing slowly inside of her, back and forth…
"It hurts you, doesn't it?"
"Yes… Yes it does…"
"But it's good too, isn't it?"
"Yes.. Yes it is… I never had that done to me, ever…" Tears were flowing down her cheeks.
He laughed softly: "There's always a first time, little girl… I belong to you. Do you belong to me, now?"
"Yes.. Yes I do…" She was panting fast now: "Oooooooooooh… "
A spasm shook her, tightening her pussy on his fist. It felt so good… so good! As the pleasure was receding like a wave on seashore, she gave a deep sigh.
Slowly, Jack pulled his fist away from her. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips:
"Good girl…"
He came on top of her and pushed his cock, iron hard, inside her throbbing pussy. She looked up at him and smiled:
"Is this my reward?"
"Yes… and you're going to get a good load again…" His thrusts accelerated: "Ooooooooaaaaaah…."
A last brutal push and he fell on top of her. She laid her arms around his neck and kissed him softly:
"Oooh Jack… Thank you…"
"No… Thank YOU, Isabelle… Thank YOU!"

 

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They lay on the bed for an hour or more listening to the rain caressing, exploring, each other.
Jack began to feel himself coming around again and was licking Isabelle's sweet nipples when the phone rang.
He reached over and picked up the reciever with one hand while he caressed her breast with the other.

"It's for you." He said wondering how anyone new she was here.
The conversation was beyond his linguistic capabilities and he gave up trying to follow it, concentrating instead on the delicious flesh that he was filling his mouth with.
She hung up and drew his head away from her with both hands, looked into his eyes, smiled and kissed him.

"Jacques, do not get too aroused my dear one. I have to go and pick up Sonia, she is ahhh...how do you say it, Intoxi...intoxi..."

"Drunk."
He sat up and looked woefully at his turgid cock. She leaned over and kissed the tip playfully.
"Till later, my big boy."
She looked at him but there was a note of worry in her eye.
"Yes drunk"

"Can I help?"
He began to dress.

"Non, I have done this often times. Now you sleep and dream of what we will do together, eh?

After she left, he fell onto the bed and looked at the stuccoed cherubs and grapes on the cieling.
It had been a wonderful evening to be sure but he was a bit disturbed about it's abrupt ending. It would have been grand to spend the night with Isabelle. He understood her leaving of course and he did have the promise of lunch tomorrow after he'd shown her his work...

The phone rang.

"Jack?"
A very familiar voice indeed.

"Jeremy, where are you? my God it sounds like your next door!"

The caller laughed, "Not quite, I'm actually two floors up. Aggie told me where you were staying."

"Your here...in Paris!..Here at the Hotel!"

"Calm down brother, yes I am and I'll be down in a heartbeat."

Jack was dumbfounded. His brother had been in the mid east for years, working security for one oil concern or another. The last he'd heard, Jeremy was in Qatar and he hadn't seen him in three years. Three years!

A knock on the door and in an instant he was having that old strange feeling that he always did when he faced his twin brother.
It was just like looking into a mirror.

 

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No It's your turn!

OOC...Beryl! Regardez, Je tu attends mon cher!
(Kiss Paris for me.)

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Before I do...

and as I asked you many times before, please edit your post.

Our characters are at Jack's hotel, not in Isabelle's bedroom.

I'm sorry, but I read the previous posts before I write my own.
I take my commitments seriously.

 

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OOC...I apologise Beryl the only email I got from you about editing was Isabelle's name. I lost several dozen emails at Lycos accidentally a few days ago. I would not have ignored that.
Hope it's ok now.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Love Games

Isabelle left Jack to take care of Sonia in the early morning of their first lovemaking. She drove down the narrow streets of Paris haunted by the memories of Jack's caresses and soft, deep voice.

A couple of days after their first lovemaking, Jack came to the gallery with his portfolio. Isabelle marveled about his recent works and offered to arrange an exhibit in September, when business and Paris resumed regular activities after the summer. It gave them a comfortable three months delay to make all the necessary arrangements.
But there was of course more to their relationship than their little business venture. Each time Isabelle could be available for him, Jack would come to the gallery at the end of the day and take her to a small restaurant for an early dinner. She then followed him to his hotel room for hours of passionate lovemaking.
Two weeks after their first night together, they were marveling in secret over the perfect fit they were for each other. Jack enjoyed Isabelle's submission to him while she was still found of his caring and respectful ways with her.

One evening, he took her to a Thai restaurant where Isabelle ordered the spiciest foods; it made her thirsty and Jack kept filling Isabelle's glas with a wine that never seemed to quench her thirst. They went back to his hotel room and as Jack closed the door behind him, he noticed that Isabelle was just as intoxicated as he wanted her to be. She was in a very sensual mood and immediately pulled her dress away to offer her completely naked body to him. She sat on the bed and spread her thighs wide open; she was doing exactly what Jack had taught her to do. She asked with a soft tone:
- So, mon amour, what do you have in mind for tonight?
He was still dressed and handed a large glass of cold vodka to her:
- Drink this, it is refreshing and it will do you some good… Well for tonight, my love, I feel like… playing a little game with you… And I'm sure you're going to love it…
- Are you going to tie me up?
- Yes, my love. And I'll put a blindfold on you too… You're going to have all those wonderful and thirsty holes of you filled up… And I promise you that you won't get hurt…
She gave him the emptied glass and cooed:
- Oh, I trust you Jack! I played that kind of "games" before and I love them… I know you won't hurt me…
She laid down on her back, closed her eyes and stretched her limbs.
- Do it Jack… Do it now…
He smiled to himself and took silk ropes and a dark scarf out of his luggage. He couldn't believe his luck, to have finally met a gorgeous female who agreed to let him live his most secret fantasies. His heartbeat was accelerating, his cock was growing hard and it would soon be aching. First, he blindfolded her then tied her arms to the iron bars of the bed head.
He tied her legs to the iron bars at the foot of the bed and looked at her with a mischievous smile: she was perfectly tied up: not too tight so she could move a little, but well enough so she couldn't free herself easily. Her nipples stood erected and her sex was glistening with moisture.
- You're so beautiful, Isabelle… Wait for me just a minute, I'm going to take my clothes off…
She nodded.
Jack unzipped his pants and took his hardened cock out. A soft sound of naked feet on the carpet made him turn his head to the side: his twin was coming to stand next to him. He was completely naked and mastrubated himself feverishly while looking at Isabelle. Jack invited him with a silent gesture to go to the female who was beginning to moan out of impatience. He looked at his twin climb on the bed and lower his head onto Isabelle's slit.
- Oooooh Jack…..
It wasn't him of course… Would she notice the difference? Jack continued to undress, waiting for his turn while his twin brother would take possession of her first… It was about time. They had always shared everything, females included. And Isabelle would, hopefully, be the first one to give herself of her own free will to both of them: one or the other… or one and the other!

 

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Jack watched his brother eat Isabelle. He watched her writhe and twist under the assault of Jeremy's lips and tongue. Her ivory smooth legs tried to close tightly around Jere's head but the restraints kept her from doing it.
He sat softly on the bed beside them and stroked himself while his brother probed into her vagina and began to tease her clit from it's sensitive refuge.
Isabelle bucked up forcing herself onto Jeremy's face. Jack took advantage and slipped a fat cushion under her ass in order to expose her entirely to his brothers oral ministrations.
Jeremy's hands were spreading the folds of her pussy wide and the pink glistening flesh of her inner lips was pulled away from the thrusts of his tongue....in and out...in and out...
Jack was getting very hot and motioned his brother away.
Isabelle moaned as she suddenly was left alone, but only momentarily as Jacks tongue plunged deep into her delicious cunt, swirling and seeking every place and every taste hidden inside her shuddering body.
He pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger and began to frig it furiously.
She cried out and twisted but he kept it up...faster and faster.
His tongue licked deep into her ass, into her vagina..over and over, over and over...

He felt a tap on his shoulder...Jeremy was holding his huge engorged cock in both hands. It was threatening to explode!

Isabelle...
jack whispered...
Isabelle...I am going to cum.

He took her swollen pearl in his mouth then and sucked it hard. She cried out!...
yes...Oh yessss!

Open your mouth darling I want...to...cum...in ...your pretty mouth.

Jeremy saw his cue and as Isabelle parted those full moist lips he swung his dripping penis and began pumping gobs of hot white cum across her face and down into her eager mouth.
From his position between her legs Jack watched her take every last drop of his brothers semen with delight.

I'm next baby...I'm next...

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Isabelle had always enjoyed the thrill of being tied up firmly, at the mercy of whatever her partner wanted do to her. If her partner tied her up facing the ceiling, she knew she would be treated like a passive pleasure doll. If she was tied up facing the mattress, a harsh spanking if not whipping took place, followed by the reward to her obedience and tears: a long, good fuck up her pussy or her ass.
There was no position better than the other, both were pleasurable, extremely pleasurable…
So she was delighted when Jack offered to play games with her, and overjoyed when he tied her up to use her as a pleasure doll.

He had licked her pussy like never before and it made her aching desperately for his cock. Suddenly, Jack ordered:
" Open your mouth darling I want...to...cum...in ...your pretty mouth"
She gave in when all she really wanted was his cock deep inside, foraging her pussy… His cock was quickly forcing itself down her throat, making her gasp for air … Jack was so hot, he came quickly. No doubt he loved seeing her defenseless, mouth open, feeding on his cum. Oh… but the taste of his cum… The taste was different… Maybe she was wrong about it, but…

And quickly again, Jack was back between her legs and playing with her clit, making her loose her mind. She begged silently: Fill me up.. Fuck me now... Why was Jack playing with her pussy again? Didn't he just shoot his load?
- Isabelle…Do you belong to me?
- Yes… Yes I do… Ummmmmm….
- If I ever want to share you with someone else, what will you say?
- I.. Ooooooooh….. I'll say yes, yes of course… Aaaaaaah….
- Good girl…. I'm serious with this. I'm going to share you…
- Yes, Jack… Yes….
Suddenly he was on top of her and pushed himself inside of her. His cock was hard, so hard…. She was already wet. With two strong pushes, Jack took possession of her cunt. She cried:
- Awwwwwww…..
- Isabelle…. Listen to me… I WILL share you… Promise me you'll do whatever you're asked to do.
Jack was giving long, deep thrusts, making the old bed squeak.
- Aaah… Yes…. I promise… To another girl of course…
- No…. To another man…. Do you think you can satisfy two males at once?
- Ummmmm…. Yes… Yes….
Jack accelerated his thrusts:
- Ooooh… Isabelle… You're a little slut, aren't you?
Something in his tone frightened her, she replied anxiously:
- But I love you, Jack, I love you….
- I know… I love you too…. Oh Baby…. Squeeze me… Squeeze my dick… Yes…. Ummmmmmm…. Awwwww…..
Jack's felt his hot cum shooting inside her tightened cunt. He was exhausted and laid with all his weight on her, almost crushing her under him.
- I love you Isabelle… And Jeremy… Jeremy loves you too…
- Who is Jeremy ?!
He felt her body stiffen a bit. He pulled himself out of her then loosened the scarf from her eyes, keeping her tied up. She made a gorgeous captive.
- You'll meet him soon, very soon…
He smiled at her, trying to calm the tension he felt inside of her. His fingers went down to her nipples, played gently with them. She smiled, her eyes locked onto his. His fingers left her breasts, racing downwards and entered her vagina bathed with his abundant semen. He coated his fingers with the thick juice and presented them to her mouth: she parted her lips and her tongue darted to lick their mixed juices. Jack smiled at her and whispered:
- My sweet baby doll… You never get enough cum, do you? " He sent his fingers down to her pussy and fed her again with the thick mixture "…. Jeremy and I will take care of you… You'll have so much cum up your pussy and your ass, it will be dripping down your legs!"

 

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Who is Jeremy? she asked again and for the first time began to feel nervous. Totally vulnerable. She tried the restraints...no give, they were real....helpless.

She was about to protest...to cry out! When suddenly a face was in front of hers, lips were upon hers and a hot twisting tongue was in her mouth stifling whatever she was about to say.
She heard the laugh from the foot of the bed.
Meet Jeremy dear...actually you already met him.
That was his cum you were swallowing down a few minutes ago.

No No!...it couldn't be..Jack wouldn't..he...

Suddenly the stranger backed away and she could see him...see both of them.
Her eyes opened wide and she gasped...it was unbelievable. Unbelievable!...A double image...both men nude and totally interchangable.
Jack gestured towards her,
Jeremy, this is Isabelle. Isn't she a lovely little slut? She wants to fuck both of us...should we let her?

Instead of answering his twin, Jeremy slid on to the bed between her legs, his hands rising up her thighs and then opening her wide, his thumbs splaying her swollen lips.
He finally spoke, his voice was lower more brutal than Jacks.
Look here bother,
He curled a finger into her and opened the passge of her vagina.
do you think we can both fit in there?

Jack leaned down and began to rub her clit with the heel of his hand.
If we get her really hot, maybe so. She took my hand, all of it the other day.

Jeremys grin was evil...
Oh did she?...Let's see how she'll do with mine then.

Suddenly Isabelle felt a second and a third finger enter her, pushing deeper. She twisted, pulled against her restraints
Jack...Jack...stop.....

A fourth finger...and know they were thrusting violently in and out, stretching her apart.

She screamed and Jack clapped his hand over her mouth.
Stop Isabelle or we'll gag you. Jere and I are planning a whole nights entertainment and your the star.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Jeremy was brutal, hurting her flesh with his fingers probing, twisting at the opening of her vagina, foraging inside, deeper and deeper. He was so brutal that he was hurting her:
- Awwwwww... Nooooo.... Stop!!!
Jack quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. His tone was commanding:
"Stop Isabelle or we'll gag you. Jere and I are planning a whole nights entertainment and you're the star."

She nodded. She was firmly tied up and had no choice but to do whatever the two men wanted from her. Jack took his hand away and smiled at her to comfort her; she clenched her jaws, trying to control the pain... Jeremy was now trying to push his four fingers deeper inside her vagina but couldn't get very far. Isabelle was too tense for him and he wanted to fuck her with his fist:
- Jack! I need some help from you...
Jack's hands went immediately on her nipples and pulled on them. He knew how to get her hot and she began to relax a little under his efforts. He leaned over and locked his mouth onto hers. His tongue took possession of her mouth, curling around her tongue, making love to her. She closed her eyes and felt Jeremy's hand now working gently on her, widening her, pushing itself further inside of her. She accepted him and as she felt the knuckles of his closed fist, knew that he had finally achieved what he wanted from her. She submitted herself to Jeremy's fist, but it was Jack, his kiss, his caresses and fingers toying with her nipples that gave her pleasure.

Jeremy began to give gentle thrusts with his fist, making her wince under his assaults. Jack felt it and pulled away from her. Jeremy's thrusts became painful but remained bearable. It was exhausting to Isabelle who let tears flow from her eyes. She could feel her breasts swaying smoothly under each push from Jeremy’s fist. He finally stopped and pulled his fist slowly out of her.
She looked at Jack who was still at her side: he smiled to her, looking as if he were proud of her. She whispered:
- Jack....
- You did very well, love... I'm going to untie you now, but it doesn't mean we're done with you.
She looked at Jeremy and saw him staring at her swollen pussy while masturbating himself vigorously. Jack was untying the silk ropes, his hard cock a few inches from Isabelle’s mouth. He massaged her reddened wrists and said with a soft tone:
- You need to know something, girl... Jere and I have very different tastes when it comes to sex. He loves to be very tough on a girl so when we get to fuck the same girl, I'm helping him out. I don’t mind holding the girl still or keeping her mouth shut while he’s doing whatever he wants to her. Tell me, have you been spanked before?
- Yes…
- Good. And you'll get a lot more than that from Jere...
- That's right! said Jeremy. Now girl, bend over...
Jack helped her into a crouching position and sat in front of her, then held her by the shoulders:
- But Jere and I have a deal... "said Jack, "I help him to enjoy himself and in return...
- Aaah!" Isabelle let out a sharp cry of pain. She felt two fingers enter her tight hole and working gently at first then forcefully. She looked down at the mattress, knowing what was coming next.
- Yes my love" said Jack. "That's precisely it. Jere will never put his cock into that hot cunt of yours. That one is only for me...
- Awwwww!" Isabelle’s cry was quickly deafened by Jack's hand on Isabelle's mouth. In her back, Jeremy was now forcing his cock into her ass.
Jack’s eyes went up to his twin's face : Jeremy was watching his cock enter Isabelle’s ass and it was clear, from the smile on his face, that he had never enjoyed himself so much... Quickly a thought crossed Jack’s mind: what if Jere were to break their wonderful little arrangement?

 

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Jack watched his brother pushing his big cock into Isabelle's upturned ass. Her body was shuddering and trembling with each ferocious thrust.
He lay on the bed next to her so he could look into her face and watch the expression there, as Jeremy savaged her from behind.
Reaching under he found her breasts and began kneeding and squeezing them, pinching the tender nipples. She moaned outloud and he caught it on his tongue and kissed her with it.

He lay there another minute watching , then stood up and said something to his brother.
The man laughed and said, 'sure, why not.'
Jeremy bent over her and wrapped her in his arms. Then slowly so as not to slip out of her he raised Isabelle up from the bed. She cried out as his cock plowed into her even deeper from the weight of her own body pushing down.
One was wrapped around her belly keeping her firmly mounted, her feet dangling a few inches from the floor. The other hand squeezed her breasts cruely, causing the nipples to jut forward like small faucets.

"Want to suck dear brother?"
But jack was already kneeling on the foot of the bed and filling his mouth with her breasts.

Isabelle was pinned like a specimin, impaled on one twins cock, while the other was sending waves of shimmering excitement through her body by using his tongue, his lips and his teeth on her tender
engorged nipples.

She twisted and writhed on the merciless log thrusting into her.

"C'mon Jack," His brother said.
"C'mon, she wants more than that."

Jack kissed his way down her stomach and began to
suck and tease her clitoris.
His tongue snaked into her cunt as Jeremy slid her up and down his cock.
Mouth on her pussy, Hard stiff penis up her ass. What more could she want?

"Jack...Jack, fuck me please." she whispered.

 

[CourtesanBeryl]

Isabelle had misjudged Jeremy; he was a lot more muscular then she expected. He had held her as if she were a rag doll and used her body weight to have his penis pierce her even deeper. The huge cock was now ripping her apart as it went up and down inside her ass. She was a doll indeed, fucked to the core by the twins who seemed restless. They seemed to enjoy seeing her whimper with each of Jeremy's thrust.
After a few thrusts, Jeremy allowed her to kneel on the mattress and continued to plough her ass with his hard shaft. Jack, who had been watching them with a smirk on his face, crawled forward on the bed and brutally clasped his hands on her inner thighs. He forced her legs apart and quickly locked his mouth on her pussy. His tongue entered her wet vagina: he moaned with pleasure, he was feasting on her!
A warm wave of pleasure invaded Isabelle, rolling up from her pussy and her lower back… It would be so good to have the two men take her at the same time:
"Jack...Jack, fuck me please." she whispered.

The two men brutally stopped working on her. Jack sat back and Jeremy pulled on Isabelle's long black hair, making her head tilt backwards. He snorted angrily:
- Can you believe this, Jack? Uh Oh… Listen to me, you little slut. You don't tell us what to do… Is that clear?
- Yes…. I'm sorry…
- I'll have to punish you for this... But not now.
Jeremy clenched his fingers onto Isabelle's hips and gave a violent thrust: his iron hard cock entered with full force into her ass again. She let out a sharp cry:
- Awwwww! Nooooo…. Awwwww…
Jeremy resumed his thrusts and looked at his twin:
- Hey Jack, do you want to fuck her now?
- No. I want to see her punished first.
- OK. Let me pull out and I'll give her what she deserves.

Isabelle was seated in front of Jack, her ass resting on the edge of the bed. Jack pulled her arms in her back: it made her arch forward and push her tits towards Jeremy. She lowered her head and felt her heart beating wildly. Jeremy stepped in front of her, his erected cock swaying in front of her. His eyes went down on her breasts and he smiled briefly. He sent two fingers to her left nipple and pulled her breast towards him. He raised his left hand and… whack! Gave a very sharp slap to her soft and tender tit. Isabelle's body stiffened under the pain:
- Aaaah….
It didn't stop Jeremy from slapping her left tit three more times and to do slap her other tit too. He finally stopped and his eyes widened:
- Ooooooh, beautiful…
The nipples were now engorged and both tits were reddened. Isabelle was sobbing uncontrollably.
- Jack, let's fuck her together. My balls are aching, I have a big load of cum to shot into this slut.
- Me too!
Jack pulled Isabelle to lay down on her side.
- Lift that leg, girl, show me that slit of yours… Yeaaahh….
Jack's cock entered her: she was very tight and somewhat dry. It didn't matter to him, she would be quickly wet.
Jeremy went into Isabelle's back. Jack stopped fucking her and watched his brother pull Isabelle's buttocks slightly apart. He quickly forced his hard cock into her ass.
- Awwwwww!
Jack's hands went on her nipples and pinched them forcefully. She whimpered:
- Jack…. You're hurting me!
- Oh shut up and be a good girl now… You're going to get the best fuck of your life.
She nodded; the feeling of those two cocks inside of her was overwhelming. After being so rough on her, both males were very gentle to her, pumping their cocks slowly into her… It was soothing her, a reward after so much brutality. She felt loved and desired and it sent her to the verge of ecstasy. Jeremy's hand was on her tit and her nipple was rolled between his fingers. Jack was playing lazily with her clit and kissed her, his tongue playing softly with hers.
It was pure bliss to Isabelle, she was moaning with pleasure and her wet pussy tightened around Jack's cock.
Jack pulled his head away and whispered:
- You love it, don't you? Good girl… Such a good girl….
Isabelle smiled and looked at him. It was the best fuck indeed with those two males fucking her, their cocks rummaging her steadily. It was beyond anything she had ever known, their sweating bodies and hers mingled in their pursuit of pleasure.
Jack looked at Jeremy over her shoulder and it all became clear to Isabelle. It was more then a deep understanding, there were true passionate feelings between the twins. Their breathing was in perfect sync and their cocks were almost rubbing against each other inside her body. It wasn't the first time they were fucking a girl at the same time, and this was their way of having sex together without being incestuous.

 

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The twins were moving within her in a sure rhythym, one going in as the other withdrew, sparing her for what was yet to come. Not wanting to bruise or abraid the delicate flesh that was yet to endure what the night held in store.
In and out, in and out ....just fast enough to keep her on the very edge of pain and ecstasy.
Jack watched his brothers hands as they fondled and squeezed Isabelle's breasts. He would dip down and suck the turgid nipples that thrust through Jeremy's fingers. His own hand was pressing low on her mons the fingers rubbing, agitiating her swollen clit.

Her eyes were crazy...dazed looking, her face and chest flushed from the constant unremittent sensation of two cocks alternately thrusting into her, over and over and over....

"Brother ",
Jeremy spoke and Jack could see his eyes glittering from behind the wild turmoil of Isabelle's hair.
"Let's try and cum at once, shall we?...fill the French whore at the same time."

Without waiting Jeremy began to move faster, shoving her against Jack, She opened her mouth to cry out and he kissed her
hard, thrusting his tongue deep into her warm mouth.
He had to match his brothers tempo or risk tearing Isabelle apart.

"Hang on lover",
He whispered as his own thrusts grew faster and stronger. He could feel Jeremy's penis, slashing into her bowels just a few centimeters away from his own plunging cock.

"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHGOD!"
She cried out! She was crushed and helpless between the rutting men.
Her nails dug deep in Jack's back as she began to lose control.
She was now a toy between them, a helpless writhing thing to be fucked and ravaged for their own pleasure and it wasn't long in coming.

As soon as Jack felt the constricting shudder of Isabelle's orgasm
he let himself go!
In a few powerful thrusts his semen was shooting into her, mixing with the passionate essence of her own release.

"Don't stop Jack!...I havn't had mine yet!"
Jeremy began to ram himself into her violently,
She screamed but was carried on the wave of his lust to an almost unending peak after peak after peak of her own.

Jack kept up his own movements, his erection now sliding freely, covered with his own spend and hers.
He looked into Isabelle's eyes...into the eyes of a woman in an ecstatic state of near constant orgasm.

Then his brother came.
Arching back, he dragged Isabelle painfully off Jack's cock and holding her in a viselike grip pumped load after load of cum into her ass.

Jack watched almost detatched, he watched as his brother satisfied his own lust as the orgasm died in Isabelle's eyes, as the night drew on....