Indian Wife and Young Frenchmen by rupanita-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Treading water as she watched them, she suddenly felt one of the 'dolphins' swim between her legs; it was Pierre whose body brushed against her thighs as he passed between them. The feeling of young hard muscle sliding between her legs was a shock to the system and she moved closer to the shore where
she could stand up, the water just covering her breasts not fully but lapping against them as if they too did not want to miss out on their share of fun of licking at her succulent nipples. Pierre did it
again, his white teeth shining as he smiled and dove under the water and you felt him spread her legs as he passed between them. Then Serge....he flipped on his back in front of her and as he passed underneath her his semi
hard cock grazed against the lips of her pussy, slightly parting the lips thereof. Anita felt as if some demon from the sea was tormenting her as he did it again.....this time he was noticeably harder and she was noticeably wetter and open as his cock traced the inside of her labia, opening her slightly as he passed underneath.

Then Pierre was next to her ..... she leaned on his shoulder for
support, eyes glazed as Serge dove under again...this time more slowly....his cock almost entering her as it opened her almost fully. Anita moaned and bit Pierre's shoulder ,the pleasure intensifying with each pass. Then it stopped.

Helping her to the shore, Pierre picked her up and carried her to the
towel, gently laying her down on her back. This time she just lay there, legs parted, breathing heavily as they sat down, one on each side of her. The
sun, the teasing games and the champagne were to much to take and she wanted them...badly and now.

First Pierre nuzzled up to her neck and placed little kisses on her neck and ears, making her squirm with pleasure. Then Serge on the other side. The same gentle approach. She moaned softly as their lips moved down to her breasts.....her hard chocolate nipples .... so sensitive....two tongues....licking .... sucking. Her legs parted, heels digging into the sand as the two young men caressed her breasts with their tongues....the pleasure was unbelievable as they lifted their tongues off, letting her wet nipples cool in the breeze...then taking them in their warm mouths again.....each time they lifted off she arched her body upwards, seeking, needing their lips. She was in fact thanking her stars that she had actually started drowning. Then moaning with pleasure as they took her nipples again. The
combination of two accomplished young lovers treating her breasts to such lavish attention made her squirm with pleasure and her legs parted, one drawn up and splayed open as any thought of resistance faded away under their skilful caresses.

Two hands slid down her body, stroking her quivering flat stomach on their journey towards her mound. Pierre was first and the touch of his fingers on her wet lips made her give out a long moan as he opened her up. Her lips parted like little petals covered in dew and as his first finger slid into her, Serge's fingers lifted the hood, her last protection, away from her clitoris. Now she was totally exposed and defenceless and Pierre took full advantage. Removing his fingers he smiled, waited a moment to savour the sight
of her open, wet pussy that seemed to be pouting at him as if offering
itself for a kiss. Then his head bent down and kissed her.

Anita felt his breath ...then his lips....aching for him to do more....he
licked around her labia...then little kisses followed by firmer use of his tongue until she was thrusting her lower body up to meet his lips. His lips closed over her clit and it was as if an electric shock ran through her body as he sucked it into his mouth, the tongue swirling over it releasing all the pent up desire that had been generated as the waves of pleasure coursed through her body. He held her firm as her orgasm shuddered its way through her body and left her whimpering in submission to their sexual talents that had reduced her to an animal like state. A very beautiful and sophisticated animal....but an animal all the same. They had unleashed such strong desires that the veneer of civilisation was stripped away .....she wanted.....needed....more. Through the corner of her eyes, she could see their cocks erect as stiff poles. She was excited and apprehensive wrestling with her own thoughts and her own traditional upbringing. What did she, a young married Indian housewife who always dressed demurely at home, actually want from these cultured young French men?

As she stabilized her thoughts she reached for Serge.....kissed him feverishly.....her excitement soon returning as she felt his hard cock against her. He lay down on his back and instructed her to squat over him. It took her a little while to decide. Now was the moment! Pierre was there to support her and she looked down at the lovely monster that would take her to ecstasy....if you could permit herself to take it. She found herself bending down and while stroking the shaft she marvelled at the softness of the skin encasing the hardness that her body desired or rather craved. Pierre stroked her neck as she got up and kept her bare feet one in each of his armpits. As she was placing her feet she saw her toe rings; a symbol that married women usually wear. Even before she could think she saw that Pierre did not miss a chance to tinkle with her anklets. Gradually she started sitting down, sank till the head of his cock was now against her labia with all the pressure on her leg muscles. Her pussy lips spread by his girth, they rested on the head, open as if to kiss it and then she lowered herself , inch by inch, taking up and down movements to ease him into her pussy. His foreskin rolled back to reveal the glistening shaft which she could see by peering down. It was so spontaneous and beautiful, as if the scene had been choreographed many times before. Almost there and the feeling of being so full and stretched was making her a little uneasy.....
Pierre kissed her as Anita made herself comfortable on Serge's cock and his caresses and his skilful tongue on her nipples, that he made use of by making her bend made her forget the shaft inside her until she had to move and as her legs gave way, her body slid the last few inches to reach the bottom of Serge's cock. Pierre continued to kiss and stroke her and she started to rock to and fro on the rigid member inside her. The look on Serge's face of pure pleasure as she rode him encouraged her and she got into a rhythm that suited both of them. She had the impression that she was riding a wild stallion as he bucked up at her and now she felt comfortable that she could handle him. A surge of pride went through her as she realized what her body was capable of and she hugged Pierre close to her as her second orgasm of the day coursed through her body.