Bab 323: Alan Goes to France Ch. 02
18 year old Alan's holiday in France with his 37 year old Aunt Bridget resulted in his losing his virginity with her after they had discovered the joy of nude sunbathing on a naturist beach. Making friends with Christophe and Denise, French naturists, involving a visit to a another discreet naturist site where uninhibited sexual behaviour was practised, had led to partner swapping and further exploration of their sensual abilities.
After their day's debauchery on the beach, Alan and Bridget were happy to retire to their suite, where they were quickly joined by Denise and Christophe who came through the connecting door. They sat and shared a bottle of the complimentary champagne from the hotel, chattering about their very different life styles. There was an elephant in the room with them, however, and it was quite some time before Christophe raised the matter of their day on the beach.
"How do you two refined English visitors feel about the disgraceful behaviour of us French hedonists today? I'm sure disgusting things like that don't happen in your country."
"I expect they do, it's just we haven't heard of them." replied Alan, bringing a response from Denise.
"What Christophe is delicately trying to say is did you enjoy having sex publicly on the beach and, more important, did you enjoy changing partners, and, even more important, would you like to do it again?"
"Speaking for myself and, I suspect, for Alan, I totally enjoyed being completely immoral and I'm all for doing it again, if you're up for it. I couldn't have ever imagined behaving like that, and I can't think I'll ever get the chance to repeat it back home, so I want to make the most of the opportunity. How about you two?"
For reply Denise stood up and undid the zip on the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders and she was naked, the dress around her ankles.
"I'm going to bed. Who's coming with me?"
"I think our bed is big enough for all of us, let's all go."
Bridget stood up as she spoke and she quickly shed her clothes, as did the two men. When they walked into the bedroom they passed in front of the mirror wall on the wardrobes, and Denise stopped them there.
"Talk about little and large!"
It was a slightly incongruous sight. Denise, standing just five feet, olive skin tanned deep brown, a slim figure with small breasts and flat belly over a dark triangle of hair, next to Alan, six feet three inches of young muscular male, fair skin and blonde hair, including on his chest and over his substantial cock, hanging quiescent just then. Christophe was the perfect partner for Denise, not much over five feet tall, dark tanned skin and nearly black hair all over, and with, one might say, disproportionally large penis - not as thick as Alan's, but noticeably longer. Next to him, Bridget towered over him at nearly six feet and beautifully proportioned, large of bust, wide of hip and yards of leg with an inviting gap at their juncture with a blonde bush to match the colour of her head through which her vulva lips could just be discerned. Like Alan, her fair skin was just starting to tan from the Mediterranean sun. This was the quartet that was about to test the resilience of the very large bed.
After looking at their reflection they all started to laugh, and Christophe brought the sight into perspective.
"My Uncle, who was a rather coarse man, frequently said that it didn't matter how tall a woman is, they're all about the same height lying down. I think we've already proved that, but perhaps we could check it out."
The two women, being better house trained than the men, took hold of the sheets and blankets and opened the bed, then they all climbed on. There was no discussion, Denise lay next to Alan, and Bridget next to Christophe, the two women together in the middle. So how was it that the two women chose not to be next to their partners, and what was the mindset of the four? Denise was desperate to get pregnant, and thought that the more times Alan fucked her, the better chance she had, while Bridget knew she had plenty of time with Alan anyway, and was just enjoying the total irresponsibility of what she was doing and was up for taking advantage of this chance to spread her sexual horizons wide. As for the men, Alan was just a teenager discovering the whole extent of his rampant sexuality, while Christophe was luxuriating in Bridget's generous body and enjoying the chance to sample another body than that of his much loved wife.
Just now Christophe was caressing Bridget's ample charms, kissing and sucking on her nipples, which responded immediately by swelling and hardening. Then he rolled over and asked her to kneel over his face so he could kiss and lick her vulva, his tongue probing between her pussy lips and over her engorged clit. After a while he moved towards her anus, his tongue probing the puckered surround to her very private place. Bridget was a bit startled by this.
"Christophe, do you really want to touch me there? "
" Sorry, I didn't realise you weren't used to that. Haven't you had anal sex?"
"Chris, it's a dirty French habit, not what the English do." This from Denise.
"I expect some English people do, just that I haven't. But I'm willing to try if you say it's OK."
"Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to do it again. I love a cock in my arse, it's just another way to make love. But you do need a bit of lubricant, or it's not nice. I've got some in my toilet bag, I'll go and get it."
With that she left the bed and went and fetched a tube of lube, and gave it to Christophe.
"There, make sure she's thoroughly lubed, and take your time - not like you did the first time with me!"
Bridget was still knelt above Christophe's face, facing away from him, and he took the tube of lube and squeezed a generous quantity onto her anus, then began to gently probe the dark entrance to her nether end. He pressed very gently, and felt his finger tip begin to penetrate her, and, with further pressure his finger began to open her sphincter, but her instinctive reaction was to expel him.
"You need to relax and let me in. Just now you are fighting me, but you need to just let go and feel me probing."
"It's hard to let go. It feels nice, but my body is telling me to push you out. I'll get the hang of it in a minute."
He continued to push and felt his finger open her enough to slide in to its full depth. After a bit, he withdrew and applied some more lube before entering again. She was finding the sensation pleasurable and was relaxing her sphincter muscles and he began to slide in and out. Then he added a second finger, and, quite easily, that too entered her rectum and he was spreading her entry. He lifted her off him and turned her so that she could rise to her knees, then she bent down till her head was on the pillow and her arse presented to him.
"I'm not sure about this, so take it steady, please."
"Don't worry, I'll stop if you tell me."
He knelt behind her, and generously smeared the lube on his cock and into her anus, then he moved till he was just touching her. He pressed gently and felt her sphincter resisting him, but then she relaxed and he began to penetrate her. He hardly seemed to be moving, but suddenly the resistance went and his helmet was through the tight ring of slippery muscle.
"Is that OK?"
"It feels a bit of a stretch but it doesn't hurt, so carry on for a bit."
He pressed forward into the hot channel a little, then withdrew completely. This time when he pushed again, he slid through her sphincter easily, and he pushed in a little deeper. He repeated the movements, each time probing further into her depths, till at last he was fully engaged.
"Of God, that feels so full, it's good."
Now he began to move more quickly. He had his arms round her, and one hand was squeezing a breast while the other was rubbing her clitoris, then probing into her vagina. She showed no signs of distress and he increased the tempo so that the noise of his belly slapping against her arse cheeks could be heard, and she was grunting as each thrust pushed her face forward into the pillow. Finally he grasped her hips and pulled back hard as he shot he semen deep into her rectum. After a while, he released her, and his cock slid out of her arse, followed by a stream of fluid.
"Are you OK? Your arse is absolutely gorgeous."
"That's certainly a bit different. Yes, I like that, I'll try it again sometime soon. I like it better in my pussy, but variety is the spice of life, so they say. In the meantime, I seem to be leaking somewhat, I'd better clean up."
"Don't worry, I'll do it for you." he replied, and slid down the bed so he could clean her arse up with his tongue.
The sight of her husband licking Bridget's nether end after reaming her anus had got Denise more than interested, and Alan was sporting an impressive hard on.
"My turn now, only I want it the other way around."
Alan didn't understand, till she lay on her back and lifted her legs high, pulling them up to her shoulder level and spread wide to expose her vulva and her arsehole. Alan took the hint and began to anoint the brown puckered entrance with lube, before pushing first one, then two fingers deep into her passage. She was accustomed to this, and thus was completely relaxed, allowing him easy access. After a few moments of digital intrusion she just said "Now", and he coated his cock with lube and, kneeling below her, pressed the tip against her dark skin and slowly, easily, penetrated her sphincter and moved deep into her.
"Mon Dieu, you're big. Give me a moment to get used to you, just go slowly for now."
Alan did as he was asked and made slow movements, his cock gripped firmly by her tight channel and the muscles of her sphincter. Gradually he picked up the pace as it was clear she wasn't in any distress, and she confirmed this when her hand went to her vulva and she began a rapid massage of her clitoris. She was breathing heavily, and, when he began to thrust hard and fast, she was squealing at each intrusion till she grabbed him and pulled him down hard as her orgasm hit her, and he was not far behind as he squirted his juices into her, then they both lay still for a few moments before his erection faded and he slid out .
"That was good - how did you enjoy your first arse?"
"Different, but I'll certainly go there again, if anyone wants me!"
The four of them were now lying on the bed with the two women in the middle between two men with rather limp cocks. Bridget and Denise were close to each other, and, looking deep into each others' eyes, they both saw something surprising. Bridget was the first to act, and she leaned forward just far enough to brush Denise's lips with her own. It wasn't much of a kiss, but the next was more definite, and there was no doubt that this one was for real.
"I've never kissed a woman before" said Bridget.
"Nor have I, but I think I'd like to try again."
So they did. And then they tried caressing each others' breasts. And their arses. And between their legs. And then they found that they enjoyed the taste of freshly aroused pussy, as Denise mounted Bridget in a soixante neuf (that's French for sixty nine, and if you don't understand that you shouldn't be reading this). The two men watched with fascination as their loving partners exploded into fierce orgasms that shook the bed. When it was over and they separated, Alan leaned over and saw Bridget's face was smothered with Denise's juice, and carefully licked it clean before kissing her.
"May I have a turn now?" he asked.
"Just a minute, while I get over that" was the reply.
Denise was getting the same treatment from Christophe, and they lay quietly for a while, till gentle caresses gradually grew into full-on sexual assaults, both men mounting the women and driving into them fiercely. After a bit, by mutual consent, they swapped partners and the bed was groaning under the ferocity of their mating, till, with a flurry of limbs and the slurping noise of sweaty, slippery flesh, not to mentioned the animal noises coming from all four, they finally collapsed in a series of sexual explosions. They lay still for a bit, till a plaintive squeak from Denise:
"Christ, Alan, you're smothering me!"
Alan had always been conscious of how big he was compared to the tiny French woman, and had been careful to support his weight on his arms, but this time he had driven her hard with all his strength and weight. Now he quickly lifted himself clear of the small body, and she had taken big breaths as she recovered.
"That's better. I loved your weight on me, not to mention your fat cock in me, but I feel a bit flattened - look at my poor little tits, they'll never be the same again, and there wasn't a lot there to start with."
Both the men started to stroke her breasts as they murmured soothing words, and Bridget moved down the bed to kiss her abused and very wet pussy.
"No, please, three lovers at once is too much, and, although I love you all, I think for now I'd like to slow down a bit."
They reluctantly stopped their activities, and, after a while the French couple left the bed and returned to their own room for the rest of the night.
For the next few days the four friends went around together as a group. Several times they piled into the Deuch (Citroen 2CV = Deux Cheveaux = two fiscal horse power - sorry, old car geek talk) and made various excursions into the hilly area behind their base town. It was as new to the French couple as it was to the Brits, and together they explored various old villages and discovered several rural restaurants where they ate copious amounts of traditional peasant food - and drunk copious amounts of wine, some of rather dubious quality. They also enjoyed some walks in deserted areas where they found quiet spots to enjoy sex games au naturel, and were able to walk quite long distances naked, as a result of which Alan and Bridget developed all over tans, happily without getting burnt.
Each night was spent in love making, the beds in their suite getting a good work out when all four joined in wild sex on one bed. All too soon it was time for the French lovers to leave at the end of their stay, and they all decided to visit the sex beach for the last time. They found that it was well frequented, and they found a shady pitch where they soon stripped and settled down. Sitting and looking around, there was a lot of interesting activity going on, and their attention was drawn to a woman who was impaled on a large cock in her pussy while another man was ramming her arse. To judge by the noise, she was finding the experience more than interesting, and she finally screamed as the two men filled both of her holes with their cum.
"How do you fancy that, ladies?"
"No thanks, one at a time is enough for me". replied Bridget.
Denise had another look at the woman who had just been double screwed, saw that she seemed quite happy after her experience, and nodded.
"Go on, I'll try it, as long as Alan goes underneath and you both promise to stop if I tell you."
The two men agreed to take it slowly, and Alan laid down, his cock already well erect , and Denise knelt over him and guided him into her waiting pussy. Then she leant forwards so that her arsehole was presented for Christophe's delight. He knelt between Alan's parted legs, but before he entered, Bridget took the pot of lube and generously coated Denise's fundament, sliding first one, then two fingers deep into her and spreading the tight entrance. She then anointed Christophe's cock, which brought it to its rock hard prime, before guiding it to its target. He pushed gently, but slid easily into his wife's anal embrace.
Denise let them know that she was comfortable with the double intrusion, and the two men began to fuck her, trying to move together. This was made easier because they were both totally aware of each other as their cocks were separated only by a thin membrane and they were effectively touching each other. While they were busy, Bridget had moved round so that she could kiss Denise while her hands were caressing her breasts. The men picked up their speed, and were soon pounding the small woman between them, and her grunts and squeals became louder as the intensity increased. Their was no real chance of a three way simultaneous orgasm, but the two men were very close to each other in filling the two channels with their juices, cumming in a series of thrusts which shook their bodies, not to mention that of Denise, who had some sort of orgasm, though, as she explained afterwards:
"I'm not sure if I came or not, I was so full of cock that I didn't know what was happening. I don't think I'll bother with that again, it's just something I'll write off as an experience which isn't really worth the trouble. I'd much sooner stick to one hole at a time being seen to, if you don't mind."
The men agreed that it was just one of those things to try once and not repeat, while Bridget said that it wasn't the prettiest sight she'd ever seen, and she certainly wasn't going to try. After their efforts the two men laid under the shade of the trees and had a little doze, while the women wandered off to the sea, as Denise said she needed to drain the men's fluids from her body.
The two women had a long swim, then climbed up onto a floating platform that was moored a few yards from the shoreline. As they laid together, gently caressing each other, they became aware of more bodies climbing up to join them. Denise had drawn Bridget's attention to two women who were close to where she had recently been abused by the two men. They were oriental in appearance, with quite dark skins and long jet black hair. They were so alike that they could well have been twins, both very petite, slim with virtually no breasts at all, and with no body hair. Had it not been for the strict checks at the entrance, they would have passed as young teenagers, or even pre pubescent. These were the two girls - women - who had joined them.
"Hello - may we join you, please?"
"Of course, there's plenty of room."
They started chatting together, and the women explained that they were, indeed, twins, the children of parents who had come to France from Vietnam when it was still a French colony. They were married to two Vietnamese brothers, and this was their first visit to the nude beach, which had come as a big surprise to them Their husbands had left them for the day while they went and played golf, and they had gone for a drive and came to this place completely by accident.
"So how do you like watching all the sex games?" asked Denise.
"It's not just the sex, it's seeing all the different body shapes, I'd never realised from seeing people dressed, especially the women. You European women have got much bigger breasts than we have. I love your big ones." This to Bridget. "May I touch, please, they look so heavy."
Bridget took her hand and put it on her breast and she began cupping it and feeling the weight. She squeezed the mass, and rolled her fingers over the nipple, which grew under her touch. The English woman in turn put her arm around the slim body and stroked her flat chest, tweaking her nipples into life, and they were soon kissing passionately, and Bridget slid her hand down to the hairless pussy. She pushed the girl onto her back and slid down her body till her head was between her legs.
"Your pussy is so beautiful, I'm going to eat it." and, true to her word, she was soon licking and nibbling around her naked lips, breathing in the delicate odour before plunging her tongue deep into the inviting vagina, then sweeping up to her clitoris while her fingers penetrated deep into the hot, slippery channel. It took only a few minutes before she was rewarded with the shuddering of the girl's body as a stream of liquid flooded her face. She held the slim body close as she calmed down, before releasing her."Thank you, thank you, that was wonderful. I didn't know I could cum like that. Would you like me to do the same for you. I've never tried with a woman, but I think I could do it all right."
She duly went down on Bridget, and, sure enough, she brought Bridget to a pleasant, if not earth shattering, orgasm. While she was doing this, Bridget had been watching Denise and the other girl having a similar experience, Denise adding an extra dimension by plunging a finger into the girl's arse, which made her squeal loudly as she orgasmed.
After they had all quietened down, they had a quick swim. Denise suggested that the two should bring their gear across to join the men, but one of the girls replied that they ought to leave because their husbands would be back from their golf. They came across to be introduced, and said they'd love to stay and play more games, but they didn't want to risk getting found out. In passing, one of them said that their husbands were going to go on a fishing trip that night. Christophe suggested that, as they were all staying at the same hotel that the women might like to come to their suite and "drink a digestif after dinner and perhaps find ways to amuse ourselves together."
The two women - Lien and Hue - agreed and after dinner that evening they arrived at the suite and entered, looking a little nervous. As the two men had only met them briefly after they had dressed, the atmosphere was a little tense, but Christophe poured drinks for everyone and, after a while, things were a bit more relaxed. They all knew what they were there for, but making the first move was a little difficult. Then Bridget started things off.
"You know, we were all naked earlier in the day and it felt really comfortable. Why don't we get that way now."
With that she stood and unzipped the sun dress she was wearing, slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, displaying her luscious nude body. Denise quickly followed her example, as did the men, but Lien and Hue were reluctant to disrobe. Bridget and Denise each went to one of the girls who stood quietly while they were stripped of their garments. The men were entranced at the sight of their slim bodies, with virtually no breasts and no body hair.
"You really aren't as young as you look, are you? You are both so beautiful, but you look too young and fragile to be married women." This from Christophe.
"Well, we are, and your ladies seemed to think we were old enough to have fun with our bodies. We're a bit scared, but we are so angry with the way our husbands are treating us that we have come here to...have fun. And we both love the look of your big cocks, our husbands are much smaller, but be gentle with us till we get used to you."
That was the signal for a move to the bedroom and the start of several hours of what could best be called an orgy. It started with the men tasting the delights of the hairless pussies while Bridget and Denise were caressing the tiny breasts - whose nipples were highly receptive to the attention, especially at being bitten and pulled - then moving above the oriental faces so that they also could have their pussies eaten. After the girls had their first orgasms, the men allowed the girls to kneel above them and introduce their vaginas to the feeling of well endowed penises spreading them wider and deeper than they had ever experienced.
As the hours passed, there was a constantly changing mix of bodies, body fluids, cries of delight and screams of orgasm. As the men recovered from their orgasms the women indulged themselves. At some late stage in the early morning, Lien and Hue realised that they needed to get back to their rooms before the return of their husbands, and they reluctantly said goodbye, leaving a suite that smelt strongly of sex, beds soaked with various fluids and a general chaos. The others tidied the place up before finally going to bed to sleep, each with the other's partners, for final gentle intimate farewells.
In the morning it was time for Christophe and Denise to pack as they had to leave to travel to relatives for the rest of their holiday. There were tearful farewells as they climbed into the 2CV and puttered off in a gentle haze of exhaust. They had agreed that this was a once in a lifetime event, and that goodbye really meant just that - no exchange of addresses and phone numbers, a real final parting. However, before they left they had suggested that the English couple might like to spend a couple of days at a family naturist club where they owned a chalet, and they had phoned to the club secretary giving permission for them to use the chalet, and experience nudity in a family atmosphere without any sexual overtones.
Bridget and Alan spent two more days at the hotel, visiting the "normal" nudist beach once more, but not the sex beach. Then they loaded their baggage into the TR2, and gently wended their way northwards, arriving late in the day at the naturist club in Poitou-Charentes, where they were met by the secretary and made honorary members for the time of their stay. They found that the chalet they were to use was nicely equipped with a big double bed and basic cooking and sanitary arrangements, and, after a meal of cheese and salad, they went to bed.
The next day they explored the camp site. It was quite a big club, with a swimming pool and tennis and handball courts The shower block was communal, and they found it fascinating to watch as a mix of adults and children of all ages and both sexes washed in the big central tiled area with shower heads all round the outer walls. There was no modesty, everything from head to toe was washed, no one trying to hide while their private parts were dealt with. It suddenly occurred to Alan that none of this intimacy had caused him any sexual arousal. The total nudity and lack of any attempt to make the body more "sexy" by semi covering clothing or any adornments made for an atmosphere of family normality which was completely relaxing.
Later they were invited to join in a game of boules, the game played all over France on any odd bit of ground or sometimes on more serious gravel courts. After this they went for a walk in the extensive woodland surrounding then camp. As they strolled they talked about life in this naked community, how relaxed everyone seemed to be and happy in their own skins, be it young and perky or old and a bit saggy. They had seen a girl feeding her naked baby from her luscious big breasts as a contrast to an older woman who had one small breast and a terrible scar from a mastectomy, which she made no effort to hide.
"I wouldn't have believed I would happily bare my body without any embarrassment. Everyone here is beautiful, young and old, male and female. I'll have to persuade Brian to find a naturist club near us. I've heard there is one, but I'll have to research it and get some details. By the way, changing the subject a bit, I'd not noticed till today seeing the women playing boules just what a woman's rear looks like when she's bent over to pick something up. I'd no idea how everything goes on display, and that bumholes come in different colours. Do you like the way I look, and what colour am I?"
"I've not noticed particularly, though I certainly know what you look like close up, and very nice it is too. Anyway, if you want an opinion, bend down."
Bridget duly bent down and Alan took a good look. As she had said, everything was visible, her spread buttocks framing a dark pink anus over her puffy outer lips framing the pale pink pussy lips that were just peeping through, with a few fair hairs enclosing the vulva.
"Your arsehole is dark pink and your pussy is definitely good enough to eat."
"Well, don't do it now. I know what that would lead to and I don't want anyone here coming across us fornicating publicly, especially any of the kids."
"I suppose you're right, though it would be quite educational for them."
They wandered on, and the rest of the day passed pleasantly, with time in the pool and another session of boules. In the evening they were invited to join a barbecue with Giles and Agnes, the elderly couple who had the neighbouring chalet, and they were joined by two other couples with their children. As daylight faded, there only remained the four of them, and Giles produced a bottle of Armagnac and poured generous glasses. They were chatting about how surprised they had been to find that naturist clubs were family friendly places, that nudity didn't necessarily equate with licentiousness. Giles responded that there were exceptions.
"Cristophe did tell me where he took you, so you know that there are places where open sex takes place, but this isn't true naturism. Of course, in every group there will be some members who might indulge in sexual activities outside the marriage bed, but it's the same in naturism as anywhere else - most people will be discreet and certainly not shag in public."
"Sorry, we didn't know Christophe had told you about our appalling behaviour. We know we shouldn't have done it, but it was almost certainly a once in a lifetime thing, and it was great fun."
"Don't be ashamed, we've been there too, and thoroughly enjoyed it."
Agnes nodded with a big smile . "And it wasn't too long ago, was it."
Alan found it hard to take in this comment. This couple, well into their seventies, couldn't surely be taking part in any sort of sex. However, he managed to hide his surprise.
"You said that illicit sex goes on in all groups. Not in a place like this, though?"
"Of course it does, we're normal humans with human foibles. What we do do is to be very discreet, especially when there are children around."
"It's just a question of choosing place and time, using a subtle approach and not flaunting what's going on. For instance I might stand up like this" - she stood up - "and move towards the chalet - thus - and look at the men (or women) sitting there and say something like - I'm off to bed, anyone feel the same."
As she stood by the chalet door she cupped her breasts, which were small but still quite firm in spite of her age, and looked at Alan, licking her lips slowly. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, but he looked at Giles who nodded to him, then stood up and walked over to Agnes. She held her hand out to him, took hold of his hand, and led him into the chalet, closing the door behind them.
"Is that too much for you?" Giles demanded of Bridget.
"I'm just astonished, but if you don't mind, I'm not going to complain. Just out of curiosity, did you have hopes that we two should follow their example?"
"Well, my bed's occupied, so I'd very much appreciate it if you would allow me to share yours."
"You'll behave yourself?"
"Badly, given the chance."
"Oh well, let's see how badly you can behave."
The two went into the chalet and closed the door.
The next morning Alan and Bridget enjoyed their last few hours at the club, enjoying the communal shower and having a last nude swim, then saying their goodbyes and driving away on their way towards the English Channel and the end of their holiday. Alan was driving, and they travelled in silence for a bit, till at last Bridget, tired of waiting, asked a question.
"Well, say something."
"About what?"
"Oh, don't be thick. About last night, you and Agnes."
He laughed "Oh, that."
"Yes, that. You really are an annoying young man at times. Yes, you going off to bed with an old age pensioner, and leaving me to do the same. Go on, tell all."
"Yes, it was a bit of a surprise. Well, if you insist on hearing the sordid details, after about five minutes I wouldn't have cared if she was seventy or seventeen. So she's a bit wrinkled, but everything works pretty well and she was certainly - shall I say, lively? - in bed. I started by treating her as though she was delicate porcelain, but she soon let me know that she wanted to be well and truly fucked, and after that it was great fun. It was quite a while before we got to sleep, and early this morning I woke up to find she had got her mouth full of my cock, so we started off all over again. It's just as well we've left, or I reckon she'd be after me for tonight as well. So, how about you, did you have a peaceful night?"
"Eventually. When you went off with Agnes I thought Giles would just want a bed to sleep in, but I was so wrong. He was so patient, he spent ages just caressing me, then he showed me just what a tongue can do. I'm not complaining about what you have done for me since you realised how good it can be for a woman to have oral sex, and Christophe was pretty talented, not to mention the three women that have gone down on me, but Giles was something else again. God knows how long his tongue is, but it reached places you lot haven't got near. I just had one orgasm after another, till at last he finally climbed on board and gave me a most enjoyable going over. He only came once, but I was more than happy when I went to sleep. And you weren't the only one to get woken early. I woke just as it was getting light, and I felt him slowly entering me from behind, and off we went again. What with what his cock was doing and his hands all over me, it was a very nice way to wake up. So we both had an interesting experience."
"You know what is the best thing about last night? It just cheered me up no end. I'd thought that, in my late thirties, my sex life was nearly over. Now I realise it can go on as long as I have health and a healthy partner."
"You're right. If I last as long as they have, I've got fifty plus years of fun ahead of me, and now I realise I can enjoy myself with partners of any age. To coin an expression - whoopee!!"
They drove on till they were near the Channel, when they booked into a hotel for the night. They found a small restaurant off the normal tourist route and enjoyed an excellent meal, accompanied by a very pleasant bottle of Bordeaux, before returning to their hotel room. The evening had been overlaid with a slight sadness that the holiday was at an end, and now they were in bed and their last night of love had arrived.
They spent a long time just savouring the bodies they had come to love so much, using hands, lips and tongues to explore every inch of flesh. Nothing was forgotten, but it was a gentle process, no orgasms, just the most intimate of contact. Eventually Bridget rolled onto her back and drew Alan on top of her.
"Love me Alan, let me feel all your lovely cock deep inside me. Don't be gentle any more, be fierce and show me how strong you are."
Alan lifted her legs up till she was nearly doubled and spread them wide so that her vulva was gaping and her glistening wet pussy lips were on full display. He lined up his cock and thrust in hard, bring a loud gasp from her as his pubis crashed into her mons. He slid his hands down under her arse cheeks and pushed two fingers through her anus and deep into her rectum. His thrusting became hard and fast, and she gasped with each stroke, before letting out a long wail as she erupted into a shattering orgasm. Her body was shaking as his lips and tongue found hers and he, too, reached his climax, filling her channel with his fluid.
After a while as they got their breath back, they rolled over onto their sides, with her leg tucked up under his waist so they could remain coupled, his semi flaccid penis just staying in her vagina. He could feel the gentle pulsing of her muscles that was enough to rouse him a little more, and they lay locked together for some time without speaking. He was smiling at her when he realised that her eyes were a little teary.
"You aren't crying, are you?"
"Just a bit. It's a mixture of regret that this is the end, and happiness at the pleasure we've enjoyed together. I've seen lovely towns and countryside and eaten wonderful food - not to mention drinking far too much decent wine. I've found out that, not only do I enjoy being naked in public, but I'm willing to make love with people I've only just met and in front of a bunch of horny buggers doing the same thing close by. I've made love to two young men and one old one, I've discovered I like having sex with three women as well. I've got a lovely husband to go back to and, best of all, I've got my lover's baby growing in my belly."
"You're pregnant? How can you know that already?"
"Have you noticed me having a period while we've been here?
"I'm not sure."
"I forget how naïve you can be. If I'd had a period, you'd have known. I'll explain in detail some other time. But I can be sure because my periods have been absolutely regular since my first time. I know to the hour when it will start, and that should have been three weeks ago so I'm sure you've put me in the pudding club, you wonderful man."
"It's just as well that that is what Brian wanted, or it could have been a bit tricky explaining. By the way, how are you going to explain your tan away?"
Bridget's skin was a glorious golden brown, and without any sign of strap marks or witness of a swimming costume.
"Oh, I'm going to tell him about the naturist beach and the club, but I'm certainly not going to mention the sex beach or my escapades with Christophe and Giles, or my lady friends. I hope you can keep a secret."
"No problem, the last thing I'd want to do is upset Brian. Now, we've got to make an early start, please can I enjoy your body just once more."
They stayed on their sides as they were, and Alan began moving gently. Bridget's welcoming pussy stirred around him and finally they came to a gentle orgasm together. An ideal way to end a brief, but enormously exciting love affair.
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Epilogue
When they returned home, Brian was delighted with the news of Bridget's pregnancy. He then explained that he had accepted a promotion as Night Shift Manager at his factory, which meant he would be working four nights every week. He then told Alan that he hoped he would 'look after' Bridget at night, because "she doesn't like sleeping alone and, anyway, it would be nice to have two children if you can manage it!". Needless to say, Alan obliged and looked after Bridget at regular intervals - in other words, four nights a week. In due course, she gave birth to her first child, a girl whom they named Christine. As the baby grew, it was obvious that it was going to be a small, dark child, not a lot like Alan. Two years later, Bridget gave birth to her second baby, a boy whom they named Dennis, and who was very fair and grew to be a large toddler.
The disparity in the size and colour of the two children was explained away by Bridget's grandmother, a little, dark Irish lady after whom she was named, who proudly claimed that the girl had inherited her genes. This was happily accepted by Bridget, though she did say to Alan that it was just as well that Christine's first words were "Hello Mummy" and not "Bonjour Maman". She also wondered what had happened to Denise and Christophe, and said they'd never know, as they had deliberately not exchanged addresses. But she was wrong.
Several years later Alan was serving as an engineer on a ship cruising round the Mediterranean. One day he was walking around one of the passenger decks - scouting for talent, to be honest - when he heard a long forgotten voice.
"Bonjour, Alan. It's a long time since we saw you".
It was the voice of Denise, who was with Christophe and a big, fair boy. To say he was startled was an understatement, and he instantly guessed that the boy could well be his son. After kisses from Denise and handshakes from Christophe, he was introduced to the boy whose name was Alain. He just burst out laughing, told them to wait while he went back to his cabin and returned with a photo of Bridget with Christine and Dennis, and the French couple instantly came to the correct conclusion.
"There darling, I knew I could do it, even if not with you. We should do a swap!"
I don't think Bridget would care for that, somehow. Neither would I". replied Denise.
"No, she's rather fond of her little dark girl. By the way, how did you explain the little matter of slightly different appearance?"
"Oh, apparently there was a Scandinavian influence a few generations back, or so my mother said, and I didn't argue."
After a while, Alan had to leave to go on watch, and they agreed to meet up later. When they did, they had a proposition for him.
"Alan, we'd love to have a second child and, as it seems I can't manage it myself we wondered if you would feel able to try and see if you can help us."
"You want me to sleep with Denise? Are you sure?"
"Well, you seemed to enjoy it in France all those years ago, and, though I hate to admit it, Denise rather liked having your English penis inside her, even though it's not like a proper French weapon."
Alan was not at all unhappy to agree, and Denise came to his cabin the next day and it was as though the years had rolled away. When she undressed, he found that she was still as attractive as before, more so by virtue of the facts that, with having a child and added years, she was carrying a little more weight and her breasts were definitely bigger, but still firm and with bigger dark nipples, while her hips and bottom were definitely plumper. The surprise was that she had shaved her pubic hair, and now her vulva was on display, her inner lips protruding slightly.
"I hope you like the bare pussy. Christophe shaved it for me last night, I thought you'd look at that and not notice I'm a bit fat."
"My darling girl, you're not a bit fat, you're absolutely gorgeous, and I can't wait to kiss your pretty bare pussy."
Which he proceeded to do, but not until he had comprehensively explored the rest of her body with his fingers, his lips, his tongue, not to mention the teeth with which he nibbled her sensitive parts. He found the naked vulva very pleasant to kiss and explore, but it wasn't long before her urgent fingers on his cock were drawing him in to her waiting, moist pussy, and a fierce coupling ensued, quickly erupting into a simultaneous noisy climax.
"You haven't forgotten how to turn me on, have you. Your fat cock feels so good in me, let's see if its ready to go again."
She dived down the bed and her lips enclosed his flaccid member, which quickly revived, upon which she climbed on top and rode him for a long slow congress. Afterwards, they lay together closely embraced. It was somehow different from their sex all those years ago. He was now experienced, not a young learner, and they could relax in each other's presence without the urgent need to couple.
"You know, I've thought a lot about you over the years. You are the sort of woman I want to spend my life with - it's a shame you love Christophe so much."
"You're serious, aren't you. I can only say that I feel the same about you, but I can just hope that you find a woman who suits you, even if she couldn't possibly be as good as me".
She left after that as he had to go to work, but she returned the next night, with a surprising request.
"Alan, I loved the feel of your fat cock in my arsehole so much, will you do it there for me, please."
"Well, if you like, but you won't get pregnant that way, unless I've been mistaken all these years."
"That's OK, I'm pregnant already!"
"How can you know that?"
"The first time you fucked me on that sex beach in France I knew straight away I was pregnant, it was a strange feeling I can't describe, but it's happened again, so I know. So please fill up my little French bottom and squirt your juice deep inside it."
"Whatever you want, you shall have. I know how much you like it, I remember how you introduced sodomy to Bridget and me, and we've had fun with it now and again ever since."
And so he went in the back door, and then they tried as many varieties of sex as they could manage over the remaining days of her presence on the ship. Finally she left, after sad farewells and gratitude from Christophe for trying to give them another child.
About a year later he received a card from them with a photo of Christophe and Alain, with
Denise holding a baby in her arms. On the back was written "Love and gratitude from Christophe, Denise, Alain and Brigitte."
And that was that.
Just one unanswered question - how did Lien and Hue explain away the fact that each gave birth to a baby nine months after their holiday, both of which grew up big and blonde? Your guess is as good as mine.
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