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"Salope sale!" she yelled, and whacked her hand across Susan's ass again.
Susan whimpered. The sudden paid was excruciating, yet it had also heightened the need within her and she was desperate. She raised her head; hair plastered to her face with sweat, and turned to Marthe.
Marthe's face froze in shock and her hands flew to her mouth.
"Mademoiselle Susan?! Mon Dieux, je ne savais pas!"
"Don't worry Marthe. Henri came in about thirty seconds ago and was as surprised as you. Sorry, we should have latched the door ..."
Marthe wagged a finger at Henri.
"And you, voyeur! Watching the young lady!"
Henri's protests of innocence were interrupted by a gasping cry from Susan.
"Avec tout le respect du, I don't care who wants to stay and watch, but I'm going to fucking cum!"
She had been almost there when Marthe had hurtled into the room. With the sting from Marthe's hard slaps to her ass now firing her nerves, she could feel the wave of ecstasy rising within. She rammed herself backward, pushing her ass hard against his hips. He grunted and then renewed his forceful thrusting as she thrashed back and forth in wild abandon.
She revelled in the hot, thick shaft buried within her. His cock was her universe. And it imploded.
"Holy fuuuucccckkkk!!" she screamed.
White knuckles gripped the bedhead. Sweat dripped from her head, her shoulders, her breasts. Wetness washed down her legs; rivulets snaking down her skin to soak the sheets. Her whole body shuddered as unfettered pleasure ripped through her.
Finally, the bliss subsided. Susan peered through the dank strands of her hair.
"Oh, so you stayed then ..." she grinned weakly. "And I think you enjoyed that Marthe!"
Henri tore his eyes away from the couple on the bed to look at his wife. Beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead. She was a buxom woman and her breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse as she breathed rapidly. She also had a hand down the front of her skirt between her legs. She leaned across and nibbled her husband's earlobe then whispered something in rapid French. Henri goggled.
"I am a woman of some experience, mademoiselle Susan", Marthe said, "and I think you may need some help in comfortably allowing monsieur to finish. Henri would be happy to assist you."
It was a close contest as to whether Henri or Susan was the more astonished. Marthe gestured to Henri and, when he didn't respond quickly enough, spun him towards her and wrenched down his pants. He was erect of course and a few wet stains showed on his dark trunks. She tugged them down too and his member sprung free. It was not as large as what was currently buried within her, but it was a very respectable size indeed.
Henri shrugged and grinned at Susan.
"Well, Miss, j'ai recu mes orders."
"Marthe's right Henri. Go on, knock yourself out."
Her current partner lifted her almost effortlessly and she gasped in surprise. The muscles in his arms glistened with sweat as he carefully lowered himself to the bed with Susan sitting on top. His hands touched her shoulders and massaged them briefly before drawing her down backward on top of him, her head nestling against his shoulder. She could feel the pulse in his neck, smell his skin, feel his breath.
"Vous etes magnifique", he murmured.
Henri now knelt on the bed where he had been moments before. Susan's legs were spread wide and he stared at her bald, gaping wet pussy and the thick ebony shaft still buried in the hole below.
"Mon Dieux ..." he breathed.
Susan closed her eyes and let herself relax. Henri entered her and she moaned as she awakened again to pleasure, her sex recognising and welcoming the intrusion. He began to thrust, slowly and cautiously at first, then with increasing pace and power when he knew that he wasn't hurting her.
Arms reached up from beneath to fold over her stomach, enveloping her in a warm, firm embrace. She was held immobile and revelled in the feeling of helplessness. She had never felt this filled before and it was amazing. Her eyelids fluttered open and she looked down her body to watch Henri, face now wreathed in sweat and a mask of concentration, working himself in and out of her. He didn't have a bad body either, she mused. He wasn't as young as the man below her, but he obviously kept fit with all the day-to-day activity of the pavillon and its guests. She laughed to herself as she suddenly thought whether this sort of thing happened often here.
A touch on her breast, and she glanced up. Marthe, now naked, had leant over and was cupping her breast in her hand. Marthe's breasts were huge and ripe; the large, dark areole's swollen with arousal and the nipples proud and firm. As Marthe fingered and tugged her nipples, Susan reached around behind Marthe and pressed her closer to the bed. With those inviting tits now hanging heavily in such close proximity, two necks craned and mouths and tongues devoted their attention to sucking and licking like twins nursing. Marthe grunted with pleasure and pushed herself further toward their faces.
Susan's hand that had encouraged Marthe closer now rested against her thigh. She reached and found Marthe's hand, still buried between her legs and rubbing herself hard. Unlike Susan's, Marthe's mound was covered in thick hair. It was well and truly moist and Susan worked her way around Marthe's hand through the damp jungle to probe several fingers into her large, wet pussy.
"Oh, thank you Miss!" Marthe gasped as she opened her legs a little more to provide better access.
