Monaco Jet Set Chronicles
Chapter 23
Valentine looked down on the lollipop she was savouring. It was certainly smaller than the one that was tearing her buttocks apart, which she nevertheless loved. The word she'd use to describe Pierre's dick was "cute". There it was, still fully erect, all full of cum patches that her tongue would lick of in a sneaky way.
"Oh Mon petit! AAAAH! You've got AAAH soo much potential AAAAH" (the AAAHs corresponding to Andrea's strokes). Hmm Val here is AAAAHHH going to suck all the cream you made AAAAAAH for her... It was for AAAAAH me, wasn't it, Mon bijou, that you AAAAAAH creamed so much? Do you want Valentine to eat all of itAAAAAAAAH?"
Pierre was a bit shy of cumming without notice, so he didn't answer straight and then. But big bro was there to help out.
"OOOH you lick it alright you precious little pearl. But bear in mind that this is an appetizer... there’s plenty more to go into you, Mon amour".
"Oh Val lick me, suck my dick, oooh oui oui" Pierre managed to utter
"Ok, I will, while you milk me you spoiled brat!" she laughed. It was not just he fuck - quite an awesome one - that was making her feel well, it was also the fact that this was the guy who'd deflowered her and the little brother who she now would deflower in turn. She really loved the Casiraghi trio... BTW, she thought (but not for long as Pierre had thought of a way to keep one hand in Val's tits and took back the other one to her cunt, this time just blindly inserting fingers as far deep as he could), what was Charlotte doing now? No cock could make her forget her princesse des rêves.
Yet these were quite a pair of cocks she was handling. Andrea was covered in sweat. He'd taken of his shirt and his well worked-out body was admirable. Not that Val could see it, but she sensed it as he shoved into her again and again. The sexy scent in the room was at its most now, as Pierre’s groins and balls under her face made her want to sink her face into them - she did - and also lick and kiss his thighs, which had very little light-blond hair on it. She inhaled in his pubis, covered with that mild light fur too.
For Pierre this was pure ecstasy. His eyes wouldn't stop, from the sight of Val sucking on his unready manhood, to her tits wobbling at his touch, then to her cunny on top of him, which she sometimes lowered almost touching his face, then to his brother and now master of sexual knowledge. Pierre only wish he'd come out to be as sexy as Andrea seemed to him now. Every now and then he'd glance at his genitals, envying and adulating them.
Val noticed Andrea's rhythm was quite frantic now. But she knew he could take a fuck quite long if he wanted, retaining his cum to the last fraction of a second if he could. So she decided to play games: she lowered her ass so that her pussy would really land on Pierre's face, giving him almost no time to take his hand off. Andrea also had to make himself comfortable again, almost knelt down, and it was now half-Andrea-investing, half Val riding both his cock and Pierre's face. Pierre's head had somehow accommodated itself in between Andrea's thighs and Valentine was exultant to be the union trait between these two hunks she loved so much. She imagined - not daring to ever conceive of an actual practice of it - how good it would be if Charley was there too.