Holiday in Paris

"Precisely. And his Japanese girlfriend would get him whenever I wish to share him with her, which would be a lot. If I share him, I can certainly share you. I can also share Gustave and Gaston with other women. Oh, and you're half-right. They fuck each other now and then. It's true, Simon," she turned to confirm with me as well as Richard, "They commit gay twincest, too."

"Really? You are full of surprises, dear," I grinned, "So, Richard, I plan to marry this girlfriend of yours, so the next time that you meet her again, well, enjoy my wife!"

Megan snickered at that part as she took in the full significance of my remark, though she added, "All jokes aside, he's quite the stud, but then, so are you, when you get over your prudish streak. You have your fun, but you're afraid of a little gang-bang!"

"Well, perhaps I've been a bit hasty in rejecting that, given that we're already going to share. So, we keep together as boyfriend and girlfriend, but he marries you and he stays with his girlfriend, that Asian girl, right?" Richard chuckled now.

"That's the plan. And the boys keep screwing the married women always ... and me, and each other, love!" Megan reminded him.

"So be it. Maybe I should marry my old flame Cecile, too. She has been pushing me on that issue, and, frankly, that's the only one that I slept with lately besides you. If she agrees to our agreement, or at least the parts that affect her. If she doesn't agree, I'll have to figure out what to do between you and her," Richard concluded before hanging up.

"Well, best of luck on that, dear, but I am selfish enough to want to keep you around, if possible," Megan told him as a parting shot.

"Hoping for the best, too. This is a very modern world, but not everyone is ready for it," I observed, "Still, let's be optimistic here."

"Exactly. Now, how about you hump me like crazy from behind over that sink. Ready, dear?" Megan invited me as we dried off with the bath towels.

Minutes later, I was very much engaged in slamming my meat into Megan's twat when the door opened and two men walked inside the upstairs area to catch us in action. One was long-haired and clean-shaven, might have one of many young Parisian men, especially with his bad teeth and well-manicured hands. He had his hair in a ponytail until now, when he let it loose. The other had much shorter, receding hair and a handlebar mustache. Both of them whistled at us before walking up to the bathroom doorway, which was open, of course.

"Hey, I don't mind watching you fuck her, but can I have sloppy seconds, monsieur? She is our guest, after all. Gaston here wants sloppy thirds, of course, oui, Gaston?" an undeniably French accent requested more politely than expected.

"Don't scare the American away, Gustave! I want a piece of him, too. He's probably an American, anyway, given the lack of a foreskin, though he could be Jewish," the long-haired fellow insisted.

"Actually, I'm both, but why do you say that you 'want a piece' of me, anyway?" I chuckled as I kept pounding Megan's sweet snatch.

"He means that he wants to slip you the sausage, monsieur American Jew! He wants to have gay sex, if that's okay with you, with you on the bottom at least for the first round. I want that, too, to be honest, but not as much as I want to fuck Megan," Gustave, the mustached, balding brother explained.

"Nothing's stopping you now, is it?" I pointed out, half-seriously.

Gaston grinned at that and turned to us, "Then, perhaps you'd like to move to the bed, so I have more room and a better angle at which to enter your fine ass?"

"That can be arranged," I smiled as I withdrew from Megan and took her by the hand to the bed, whereupon I re-entered her twat.

At that moment, Gaston lubed up his cock, spread my cheeks, put some cold lube on my asshole, and began easing his average-looking, uncircumcised dick into my butt. Not to be outdone, and thus proving Megan's assertion from earlier, Gustave did exactly the same thing to Gaston, making him jump a little as he reacted to his brother's cock inside him. I wouldn't lie, there was a bit of pain from being sodomized by this Frenchman while I used Megan's cunt, but I focused on the pleasures of taking her instead of what was done to me. We soon had a nice train going, Gustave working his hips well for the strokes inside Gaston, who in turn did the same to me as I did to Megan. As for Megan, well, she met my hip movements with her own, taking me deeper into her pussy as much as she could.

Megan was just about to ready to scream my name from the absolute delights of what we did that morning, or was it afternoon by now? It was local, Parisian time, so my chronometer was still a little off. Anyway, she was right at the verge when Gaston lost any self-control that he had and shot his cum into my booty, filling me with his jizz. Gustave then did the same to him, even as I continued to plow Megan with my dick. She came even harder now, later confessing that the realization that I had just taken a Frenchman's load up my rear helped her along, too.

In any case, she tightened up on me at last, and I unloaded my spunk inside Megan, which turned out to be the moment that she conceived our firstborn. I slumped on top of my new Irish lover, even as our French hosts began to bathe each other in the tub, obviously eager to be clean enough for sex with the only female in the upstairs apartment right then. Of course, there was the refractory period to consider and the Frenchmen had to return to work for now, but they swore that they would be back later to take their turn with the Irish beauty. I chuckled as I realized that I would be putting a couple more loads of my cum into her before that point. Sloppy seconds was likely to be sloppy fourths by the time that I was done with her that night.

We fell asleep for a little nap for now, but I awoke an hour later, to find that Megan was on top of me, and she wasn't taking no for an answer. She had my cock inside her twat and she bounced eagerly up and down on me, impaling herself on my dick. Her tits waved in my face, much to my gratification, as she moved her hips eagerly to accept as much of my prick as she could receive inside her. There wasn't even a suggestion of condoms yet, which was just as well. I had fucked all three holes on Megan, so if I was going to infect her or vice versa, it would have already happened by now, right?

"Hey, there, love! How does it feel to wake up to this? I really adore you, in case you hadn't noticed yet," Megan declared as she continued to use me cowgirl-style.

"I can see that and it's mutual. Damn, girl! You really know how to use those hips, don't you?" I chuckled now, while Megan made full use of my prick.

"I wake Richard up like this all the time, and whenever I can get away with it, I do the same to Gustave and Gaston, too!" Megan confessed now, adding, "They love it, even if they protest at times, because they have to pee badly by the time that this is done."

"Why would they complain? The human body is designed for that sequence. You cum first, and then you go piss to clean out your urethra! It's basic male anatomy 101!" I laughed, "It might feel as if your bladder will burst, but Tycho Brahe aside, that happens to very few men, because we're able to get enough warning in advance."

"Good thing! Poor Tycho! That's a very rough way to go!" Megan spoke sympathetically, even as she trapped my dick far inside her warm, wet twat.

If she was sympathetic to a long-deceased Danish astronomer, she certainly wasn't merciful to me, not that I cared. Megan knew exactly how to prolong the pleasure of the act, and that she did in spades. She controlled the pace this time and was more than ready to show it to me. My Irish minx had me pinned and she had her way with me and then some. Her hips moved just right, her strokes were perfectly timed to please me, and her tits continued to tantalize me, waving directly in my face as she rode me. My hands wandered over to her ass and she just plain encouraged that, even welcoming my actions as I pried her cheeks apart to play with her backdoor.

"Hey, love, it's your arse, remember? You made it yours when you deflowered it! You want to bugger me, just say the word!" Megan teased me as she continued to trap my dick balls deep inside her cunt.

"Soon, very soon, again, but right now ... oh, God, I'm going to cum very soon in your pussy!" I warned her.

"Do it, please! Fill my cunny with your cum! You love my quim, don't you? You love fucking my sweet fanny as hard as you can!" Megan taunted me as she rode me longer.

At last, of course, I couldn't stop it and my balls ejected my spunk through my cock into her depths. Megan then lay on top of me and gave me repeated kisses to the face, neck, and shoulders. She actually fell asleep and snored for a little bit before she awoke and resumed her kisses to my flesh, which felt like Heaven to me. When I rose to go to the john and relieve myself, she followed me into the bathroom and started to kiss the back of my neck while putting her arms around my waist and even fondling my cock and balls as I pissed and washed my hands.

After that, Megan dragged me back to bed, got on all fours, and put her ass in the air so that I could line up and fuck her as hard as I wished from behind. I was soon back inside Megan, pumping her slower because I came not long before that, but I didn't give her too much relief to her rather sore and messy twat. Far from griping about this, Megan begged me for more. She pleaded with me to go longer, deeper, and harder than ever. My Irish fireball was definitely full of energy and she wanted to make sure that I kept up with her. She craved more cock than she could get just then, but that was just because my dick was a little sore and my balls had just emptied themselves not long before.

This continued until I felt a tongue back along my crack, licking my ass, much to my shock. I knew that it wasn't Megan, but it also didn't feel like Gustave or Gaston. The lips that joined the tongue were soft, feminine lips and the way that their owner kissed my booty didn't hurt, either. When a finger slipped into my bottom, I had to fight harder not to cum due to the stimulation, especially once she hit my prostate. That was nothing compared to when something cold was pressed to my backdoor, followed by something plastic that began to enter my asshole.

"Like how it feels with Eva inside you? She's one hell of a lover, trust me! One would never guess that she's married, with a podiatrist husband, with two kids, living in Provence, of all places. Once per season, she comes up to Paris and hooks up with us, don't you, Eva? If Denis knows, he's not uttered a peep to her," Gustave declared as I finally lost my self-restraint and came again inside Megan's snatch.

Instead of pulling out of me, Eva continued to peg me for a good while longer, not that I minded, as she had the ability to make it pleasurable in spite of the pain. Right beside us, meanwhile, Megan let Gaston use her mouth while Gustave entered her twat for some spit-roasting action. The bed was definitely shaking at this point, not that anyone objected to that. On the contrary, all five of us seemed to really get off on the simultaneous sex acts as they happened, so much so that Eva wasn't able to constrain her urge to squirt and that she soon did.

Once she came up for air, Eva withdrew her dildo from my asshole and we both watched in fascination as Gustave and Gaston kept switching places, going from mouth to pussy and back with Megan. I couldn't help but notice that Eva also rubbed my sore ass a bit with her soft hands, even resting her head on my shoulder as we viewed the threesome in front of us. She also played with my balls a little and playfully bit the back of my neck. We continued to watch as the brothers pounded Megan in turns, which abruptly ended when Gustave came down her throat and Gaston shot his load up her snatch.

"Well, that was delicious, wasn't it? I suppose that we'll have to wait a little for the next round, shall we? Anyone fancy a trip around the block? It's still afternoon for another hour or so at least. We can be tourists together, except for Gustave and Gaston, who can be our guides, and then we can find a place to eat. After that, it's back to bed and I get to try out that American cock, right?

"My friends would never let me live it down if I didn't fuck an American who was right in my clutches, monsieur," Eva encouraged me.

"Yes, Eva, love, we know all about your friends, don't we? Living vicariously through you, or are they just plain voyeurs?" Megan laughed.

"Yes to the voyeurism. They also envy me my husband. Denis is great. And to be honest, I neither know nor care about others with him, in any sense of things. I do what I want. He does what he pleases, too. For all I know, he could be fucking them all, or perhaps fucking their husbands or sons or daughters," Eva reiterated, "You ready to try me out, my Irish sex goddess?"

"Soon, but only with Simon's permission. Simon is my fiance now. Right, Simon?" Megan turned to me, "Oh, and naturally, I plan to share him with you as much as you both wish. Same with the brothers."

"So, you're the new main man in her life, and Richard is yesterday's news. An Englishman traded out for an American Jew. Yes, love, I can tell. Denis is Jewish, too. Good for you, Megan. Jewish men are top-notch! At least in my view. No foreskin in the way," Eva said as she gave Megan a very amorous, open-ended, invasive tongue kiss, "Taste your intended's ass! Delicious, isn't it?"

"Oh, God, yes! Oh, and Richard's still in the picture, but not as my intended. That is definitely Simon here. I even gave him my anal cherry, which means that hole is now open for business, so to speak. My bum is his, though, so you have to convince him to share it. He's got the power now, folks," Megan reveled in my new leverage, oddly enough.

"Hey, as long as I get to fuck everyone of you sluts in every hole, boys and girls," I chuckled now, admiring the olive skin of Eva in contrast to the rather beige-grey white of the brothers and the fair, freckled flesh of my Megan.

"Oui, monsieur! I think that we can see to that!" Eva declared, while Megan began fondling my ass.

I had the distinct feeling that this vacation was getting even better than expected.