Christiane France - Paris Heat

He waited a moment and did it again, and again, and by the time he stopped and let her go, she felt strangely boneless, but at the same time so excited and so damn horny, she just wanted one of them to spread her legs and…

Suddenly, she realized both men were looking at her with self-satisfied smiles.

"Good, hmm?" Guy inquired.

"Yeah, but…"

"And now you want more?"

She sighed. "No. I'd like to go out somewhere and see a movie."

Guy and Carlos exchanged grins, and she wondered what they had in mind.

"What? I hope you're not going to make me beg."

"No. But I think it will be more pleasurable if we take off the rest of our clothes," Carlos said, as he unbuttoned and stepped out of his own jeans and then helped Trish remove hers.

After Trish's panties and Guy's boxers had been added to the pile of clothing on the floor, Carlos told Trish to lie down between Guy's legs with her back resting against his belly and to draw up her knees.

"What happens next?" she wanted know, relieved to notice both men had donned condoms, but still amazed at her own daring in joining in their sex games. Maybe it was a combination of jetlag, freedom from the daily grind, and the fact she was miles from home that had her feeling so adventurous. Back home, she'd have run a mile at the mere mention of anything this kinky. Now she was actually looking forward to having sex with two strangers at the same time.

Unless I'm dreaming…

"Just close your eyes and relax."

Trish wasn't sure which of the two had spoken, but she closed her eyes and did try to relax. She inhaled the faint odor of male sweat, and she could smell their own natural musky scent. She realized it was Guy who grasped her knees and spread her legs wide, and she knew it was Carlos' fingers that opened her folds. But as soon as his tongue began to lave her clit it felt so delicious she almost stopped breathing.

Guy's hands moved from her knees to her breasts, and Trish was awash in sensation. She'd heard about les ménages à trois, but she'd had no idea they could be like this.

Carlos moved a finger up inside her, then he added a second, and she drew in her breath. It felt good, but not as good as what she'd seen hanging between his legs. Just thinking about Carlos' big cock had her on the edge of an orgasm. Plus Guy's equally large member was nudging against her cheek. If she could just turn her head a tiny bit, then maybe…

But it seemed Carlos had read her mind. He pulled back and said softly, "Guy, if you'll move so you're lying across the bed, and if Trish will kindly reverse her position, we can all get what we want at the same time. But you'll need to elevate your butt a little, Trish, okay?"

Trish had done sixty-nine a couple of times and enjoyed it, but before she had time to really think about how Carlos intended to get his, she felt him opening her ass cheeks and probing her hole with a finger.

"You ever done it this way?" he asked.

"No." Trish wasn't even sure she wanted to do it that way, but she'd heard it was supposed to be quite the thrill, and since this was her big adventure, what the heck? "Just try to be gentle."

As she took Guy's rigid cock into her mouth and began to knead and suck, she felt Guy's fingers and tongue seeking out her most sensitive spot. She felt something cold and wet against her butt, then her ass cheeks were spread wide and she felt Carlos' big rod pushing slowly inside.

It hurt a little at first, and she was afraid she might have to call a halt. But Carlos took his time and as her muscles began to relax, she began to understand what the hype was all about.

Carlos gradually sped up his strokes, moving deeper and deeper inside her, while Guy did the same with his tongue, until she could no longer hold back. She felt the spasms start small, then begin building until the explosion came like a rocket going off in her head. She'd released Guy a moment ago when she felt him start to climax, and then it was Carlos' turn. A couple of final thrusts and he ran out of steam, muttered, "Wow," and collapsed beside them on the bed.

After listening to the men's ragged breathing for a moment, she sat up and reached for the beer on the nightstand. It was warm now, but still wet, and she quickly guzzled down about half the can in a single swallow.

"Anyone want some?" she invited, holding up the can.

Guy grabbed the beer and finished what was left, cleaning up a little that dribbled down his chin with the back of his hand.

After replacing the empty can on the nightstand, he reached for Trish and began to play with her nipples. "That was good, yes?"

"I thought it was great." She glanced over at Carlos, who was lying on his side with his eyes half-closed as he watched them. She ran a toe down the length of his tanned and muscled leg. "What about you?"

"It was okay."

"Just okay?"

Carlos laughed as he grabbed her leg and tried to tickle her foot. "I'm just teasing. It was good. The three of us together are very good. And with a little practice, we'll be fantastic."

"Will we fly?"

"Absolutely!"

He gave up on the tickling and began to play with Trish's toes. "What are we doing for dinner?" he asked Guy. "Staying in or going out?"

"Trish is here on vacation, so I think we should let her decide. Trish?"

"Whatever. I don't care. What do you normally do?"

"Most week nights we eat in, and since we both enjoy cooking, we take turns." Guy reached over and ruffled Carlos' short, dark hair. "And it just so happens it's Carlos' turn tonight. What were you planning on, Carlos?"

"There's some cooked chicken and chorizo in the refrigerator, and I bought fresh seafood on my way home. I could make paella. You like Spanish food, Trish?"

"I like just about everything. I also like to cook."

"Good." Carlos got off the bed, picked up his jeans and headed for the door. "I need ten minutes in the bathroom, then you can come and help me."

Trish sorted out her own clothes from the heap on the floor. "Do you have only the one bathroom?"

"No. There's an ensuite in the guestroom." Guy reached for his boxers and put them on. "Come. I'll show you."

Trish followed Guy out the door and down a short hallway to another bedroom with plain, cream walls and a regular double bed.

"There should be everything you need," he said, as he opened the ensuite door. He slid a hand around her waist, then moved it down a little and squeezed her ass. "Soap, shampoo, toothpaste, towels. If not, give me a shout."

"You don't want to join me?" she invited, then wondered where she'd suddenly found the courage to get so bold.

He turned her around, and she felt his hardness press against her belly. "Yes. But…"

"But what? Carlos won't like it if we start making out in here and leave him to cook dinner?"

"No." He began to tease her lips with his tongue. "If I don't leave now, I'm afraid Carlos will not only be cooking dinner by himself, he'll probably also be eating it by himself."

"And that would be a bad thing?"

Guy laughed and began to back away. "And you called me insatiable?"

"Yes, well…" She chuckled and dropped her clothes on the bed. "Must be catching."

After a quick, refreshing shower, Trish put her clothes back on, and finger-combed her hair. Her nosy was shiny and her lipstick only a memory, but she'd left her purse in the living room so any further primping would have to wait.

When she found the kitchen, Carlos gave her a hug, and an unexpectedly lengthy and satisfying kiss. He said he'd sent Guy out to find something for dessert, and that he had the paella under control. However, if Trish would like to prepare a salad it would be a big help. He gestured toward a couple of different varieties of lettuce and other vegetables sitting in a wire basket farther down the counter.