Charlie's Angels
The 747 came to cruising altitude at 28,000 feet after taking off from Kennedy. The plane banked and headed out over the Atlantic Ocean. Behind, the sun was just starting to set in the west as I looked out my window.
The first class cabin was full. The flight attendants were just starting to make their rounds. Of course, us passengers fortunate to sit in first class were served first and given everything we wanted for free. Well, not free. We had been charged a hefty sum for the privilege of having the extra twelve inches of legroom.
Kelly was seated next to me. She was the only one of my angels who was accompanying me on this trip. Not one use to traveling in the past, and especially not use to international travel, I found this first trip extremely fascinating. I was like a kid on his first plane ride. I was so excited and had not felt this way since I was nine.
Our drinks arrived, carried by an older but very attractive flight attendant. I had ordered a vodka and Coke and Kelley got her favorite which was a Bloody Mary. At that moment I had no worries. I had been rich for slightly over one month and I was off on my first business trip. What a feeling it was!
Kelly brushed her long red curls out of her face and gave me a smile. She thought it was humorous how I got excited over this pending trip. She had been laughing at me and making fun with me for a week since we had scheduled the excursion.
"Still afraid to fly, Charlie?" she teased me.
"I'm not afraid," I said in mock self defense. "I am filled with anticipation."
"Thanks again for understanding me, Charlie," she said and leaned across the seat to brush my lips with her own. She was so beautiful and exotic looking I started getting a boner right then and there.
Kelly was leaving my employment. She had been with my uncle for several years, but had worked for me for only the one month since my uncle died and I inherited everything he owned. This included Kelly and her two beautiful friends.
Her contract was up in two weeks and these would be her last two weeks with me. She had been very well compensated over the years, and told me she had seven figures in her savings account. This was quite good for a girl who was only twenty-four-years of age, and one who had been a poor immigrant from the Ukraine.
Kelly was engaged to be married, and marriage would be one thing that might put a crimp on her style as one of my three personal relaxation consultants, and so I completely understood why she had to leave. I was sorry to see her go, and sorry to see her get married. I loved her myself, and if it hadn't been for my other two angels I might very well have tried settling down with her. But I was worth close to a billion dollars now, and I was only twenty-five myself. The opportunities were endless.
Our drinks arrived in first class, and I continued to stare out the window. There was nothing to see out there now, not even clouds. The sun had set and all I could see was pitch black space, but I knew several miles beneath the ocean was below us and whizzing by at over five hundred miles an hour. I got quite a rush from this feeling, and the drink intensified it further.
"You know Kelly," I said. "I went to Canada once when I was a kid with my parents. That was the only time I've ever been out of the country."
"I think in the last five years I've been around the world ten times with your uncle," Kelly said, sounding nostalgic about my late Uncle Wally. "I love to travel and will miss that part about my job… well that among other things," Kelly gave me a sly look and we both laughed.
"I love to travel, too," I said. "I've always wanted to see the world, and now that I finally can I'm going to see every square inch of it."
"Charlie, you know the world is full of beautiful women – angels," Kelly said.
"I know," and I took her hand back in mine and looked into those oval shaped blue eyes. "That's another goal I have; to meet the truly fabulous women in the world and make them my angels."
"You are combining business with pleasure on this trip, Charlie."
"Well you know what Kelly – it feels damn good!"
I was combining business with pleasure. We were headed for the south of France. Kelly was leaving and in the tradition my uncle had started years ago it was time for her to help me find her replacement. Because of the money that we had access to nothing was really an object and we were free to search the world. And search it we had, and with so many beautiful women in the world the choice was not easy.
We decided to check out a very private beach with interesting potential in the Riviera area. This was supposed to be part Club Med, but with more of a swinger feel. I was looking forward to the visit.
"Your uncle had a private plane at one point, but he sold it," Kelly explained to me.
"Why would he do that?" I asked.
"He enjoyed doing certain things in slightly more public places on occasion."
"What things?"
"Oh just things," she said and brought my attention back from staring out the window. "Hey Charlie?" I looked back at my beautiful Kelly. "Are you a member of the Mile High Club?"
"Can't say that I am."
"We should change that."
"Yes. We should."
I knew what was coming. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach did flip-flops. I had enjoyed a wild sex life for the past month, and been laid more than I had in my whole life. However, I was as horny as hell and it didn't matter what I did or how many times I did it when one of my beautiful angels was with me it was always like the first time.
I turned around in my seat and surveyed the rest of first class. The "Open" sign was on and turned to green for the restroom in back. Many of the other passengers were starting to drift off to sleep, or were engrossed in reading.
"Excuse me, Kelly," I said as I unfastened my seat belt and got up, passing by Kelly's seat. We caught each other's eye before I left her.
I made my way back along the aisle. No one paid any attention to me. I opened up the door to the little restroom and slipped inside.
The restroom was small and cramped, with barely enough room to turn around. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know if I was really handsome or not. I had on new, and very expensive clothes. I was muscular and without any fat on my body.
Anyway I wasn't there to look at myself. Who gives a shit?
So I sat down on the little toilet seat to wait. Reaching forward I flipped the lock into the open position so that the green light would come back on outside. Now I just had to hope no one else came in here while I waited.
Kelly opened the sliding door and entered the restroom with me. She shut the door behind her and threw the lock. No one had seen her enter. Now we were alone. I had this three by five space, my red haired angel and the next four hours before we landed in Paris.
"You can't come in here. The room is already occupied," I mocked Kelly.
"Oh?" She stood over me and looked down, some air turbulence causing the flight to shift. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I am going to need you to take off your panties."
"I can't do that," she said leaning over me and putting her arms around me.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not wearing any."
Kelly was wearing a nice conservative navy blue skirt for the air travel. The skirt came to just above her knees. She wore a sleeveless blouse and her wild red curls ran down over her pure white shoulders.
She sat down in my lap. We began to kiss. Her tongue bathed my cheeks and under my chin, her hands knitted into my hair. I felt that she was not wearing any underwear. Her legs were spread over me as she sat facing me, and her groin was smashed down against mine. I could feel the damp there and the muscles of her vaginal area as she gripped me between her legs.
My cock sprang to life and quickly was pushing to get out of my pants and pushing up between Kelly's legs. We kissed some, my tongue feeling behind her ear. She smelled of a wonderful perfume fragrance, but I have no idea what it was called. I just know I liked the aroma that flowed off her skin.
My hands went up and down her back, feeling her body beneath her clothing. Our mouths met and then parted for each other. My tongue was atop hers, and then hers on mine.
Kelly arched back while still facing me on my lap. Her legs were still parted, one on each side of me. She looked down to the tremendous bulge in my pants. She reached down for my zipper and neatly pulled it down. Then reaching inside my pants she fooled around with the fly of my shorts until she had my dick in her hand and brought it out.
The men in my family are fairly well endowed. We have big cocks. My uncle was a particular specimen of male muscle with both width and length and Kelly had told me that was yet another reason why she had enjoyed her job with him so much. I was slightly larger than my Uncle Wally. And that was just the truth, no bragging intended.
So when Kelly let my cock out of my pants it sprang a foot into the air, standing up as straight as a flagpole. I watched her eyes grow large as she looked down at me. She ran her hands up and down my length a couple of times feeling my muscle.
Then she stood up on her toes to rise above me. I reached down and held my cock steady at the base for her to mount me. Some more air turbulence shook the plane. Kelly's thighs engulfed me as she sat back down on my lap.
She gave a fairly loud gasp as my penis made initial penetration up into her. She was already wet and her slide down my pole was easy. I saw her face contort as she lowered herself. Her breath came in tiny little in-takes.
I could tell Kelly was near her first orgasm before she even made it all the way down my shaft. Her eyes were open, her mouth was open, and her head was held forward in a sort of shock. I think she always wondered at these times, as did I, how she could take so much meat up inside her body. She was being impaled, actually she was impaling herself, and the pleasure was almost instantaneous.
I took her by the hips after she hesitated and brought her all the way down. I was in her to the hilt. Her vaginal lips were pursed at my base.
We just held like this for a few minutes. We French kissed. I didn't move in her. This was too perfect. I felt her vagina holding me desperately. As we kissed she was gasping and moaning. I could literally feel each orgasm as it swept up from her parted thighs and through her entire body.
I started to thrust up in her and she held me back with a deep gasp. "No wait, Charlie," she said in a strained voice as she tried to control herself. "Let me."
I just kissed her some more and let her hold me. She was scratching my back, I was glad my new shirt was of a high quality material or it probably would have been torn to shreds. I explored her mouth with my tongue and tried to experience with her each orgasm she achieved.
Slowly she began to pick herself up from my lap. "Ahhhhhhh……" she cried as the friction of my cock sliding inside her vagina caused another wave of shivering orgasm to sweep through her. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she had backed off about six or seven inches and then let herself start to slide back down the pole.
She almost fell back to the base; her feelings of pleasure were wearing her down to a whimpering thing. Again she didn't move for a minute or two. We used the time to recover and French kiss. More turbulence bolted the plane.
Hanging onto me as if for her life I felt Kelly raise her pelvis back up off me another seven inches. Her breathing was labored and hard. She was starting to sweat.
More turbulence hit the plane and jolted my penis a fraction of an inch inside Kelly. She muffled a scream in the back of her throat.
"Please return to your seat," the voice of the captain came over the little speaker a few inches above our locked heads.
As if to obey the command of the captain, Kelly returned to her seat. Abruptly she sat back down and was impaled by a foot of meat between her legs. She let out a scream and I was certain the passengers outside must have heard her. Her eyes came open wide in utter shock and if I had not known better I would have thought the look on her face was one of agony and not pleasure.
Kelly was too tired to lift herself back off and keep the rhythm, and so this is where I came in. I slightly repositioned myself beneath her. Getting a firm hold of her I begin to very gently pump up into her womb. She clawed and dug into my back and I heard her whimper into my ear.
Her lips were holding me so tight and as I moved up into her deep reaches the contractions rippled along her lathered walls. The intensity of her contractions was driving my control to the brink and I was having a hard time holding back. I had to keep my rhythm slow and controlled because I don't think she could have withstood anything more.
After awhile we had reached an altitude higher than the 747. I was moaning. Kelly was moaning and screaming into my face. Neither of us could take it any longer. My balls tightened inside my shorts, and I felt my seed gather just behind ready to erupt.
I reached under her skirt and cupped her buttocks starting to remove her from her impalement on my pole.
"Don't," she gasped between heavy breaths. "Come inside of me one last time, Charlie."
Her words and her breath in my ear drove me past the point of no return and I went wild, thrusting up into her with all of my might. This brought her one final time to a climax that threatened to drain the last of her life energy from her. Her scream was agonizing and wild. I'm sure everyone in first class heard. I'm also sure at that moment that I didn't care.
I drove deeper and deeper and deeper still. My attack was no longer in my control. I gave way to all of my pleasure and let it flow out of me.
Soon I felt my love fountain exploding upward into Kelly. This brought a final, whimpering orgasm out of her, as my seed sprayed her vaginal walls and jetted up to douse her womb. I kept pumping and her tight lips kept milking me. I think there were at least half a dozen eruptions up in her. We both quivered in each other's arms, shivering in a wave of orgasmic intensity.
We held each other, both in a near faint. I think at least five minutes had passed before we had regained our normal breath. My cock was still rammed up deep within her, but was unmoving and had no sensation left. I had given every ounce of myself and Kelly had received it. We were both covered in beads of perspiration and exhausted.
"Thank you, Charlie."
"Love you angel."
"I love you too, Charlie."
We set down at Charles De Gaul Airport in Paris right on schedule. Kelly and I made it through customs carrying our luggage and flashing our passports. A little French guy who had worked for my uncle met us after we cleared customs. His name was Jacques.
"You look much like your late uncle Charlie," Jacques told me, helping us with our bags.
"You helped my uncle to find his angels in the past?" I asked him as the three of us scurried through the busy international airport headed for the parking outside.
"I most certainly did," Jacques said as if he was proud of himself. "I helped your uncle to meet Kelly."
"That's right, Charlie," Kelly put in. "As I recall Jacques gave me a line about making me rich, traveling around the world, and getting me laid every day. That was five years ago."
"And so is it true?" Jacques asked Kelly.
"I am rich now," Kelly said. "And I have traveled around the world."
"And she gets laid everyday," I said placing my arm around the small of Kelly's back.
Kelly looked up at me from under her long red curls in that sly European way she had. "My sex life is very satisfactory," she said.
"Now she is going to spoil it all and get married," I told Jacques.
"Every party has to end eventually," Kelly said, and the three of us walked out into the cool fall air of Paris and toward our waiting limousine. "That's where you come in Jacques. Before I leave Charlie I want to help him find a replacement for me. I've still got a few more weeks left in my contract. I want to have sometime to train my replacement in all of her job duties."
A chauffer came over from the limo and took our bags from us and went to load them in the trunk. I had my first chance to look around me and take wonder in the fact that I had just flown across the ocean and was now in the most famous city in the world. I also knew the best part of this trip was yet to come.
"This is where I can be of help to you, Charlie," Jacques said to me.
"You think you can find a replacement for Kelly?" I asked.
"It won't be easy to be sure. Kelly is a very rare and beautiful young woman. But the beach I am about to take you to is like none other in the world. If such a creature does exist – such an angel, then I am sure we are to find her on this beach."
"I'm ready to get started," I said as we climbed in the limo and started off through the horrendous traffic of Paris. I was really glad I was rich and didn't have to drive through this maze of cars, buses and taxi's each honking their horns.
"Now we have some options," Jacques explained to Kelly and I.
"Which are?" Kelly inquired.
"First you two can stay at one of our five star hotels here in Paris this evening and we can leave tomorrow, or if you prefer I'll have the driver head directly for the train station and we will just have time to catch the evening express to Marseille."
"I vote we head off tonight," I said. "What about you Kelly?"
"Sounds good to me! The sooner I can find my replacement the sooner I can get back to the states and start planning my wedding."
Jacques said something to the driver in French and the driver turned about in the heavy traffic with a U turn, all the cars around us blasting us with their horns. Jacques poured Kelly and I a stiff drink. I think he could see I needed one. Kelly on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the rollercoaster ride, but of course she had been here before and I had not.
I sipped my drink and looked out at the lights of Paris. It hit me for about the thousandth time in the last month how strange it was to be rich.
We just made the train. It was leaving at twenty-one hundred hours. Everything around here was military time apparently. Jacques knew his way around well and I realized how valuable an experienced guide was to our journey.
Jacques had one room, and Kelly and I shared another. These were private rooms in a first class coach. The ride would take all night and by mid morning of the next day we would be pulling up to the Mediterranean.
I had never slept on a train before. The jostling of the train down the tracks actually proved to be a sleep aid, and was very soothing and peaceful. The bunk bed of the room was small and the lights of southern France went by in a blur outside.
Kelly lay in my arms that night and watched the scenery pass with me. There wasn't any room for two in the tiny bunk of the train, but we managed to merge our bodies together as the night went by. I stroked her shoulder in the dark of our room and thought many thoughts that night.
"What does he do?" I asked her and she knew who I was talking about.
"He's a musician."
"Is he any good?"
"He's not famous yet. Sometimes he doesn't even have a job. But he's passionate, and that's what I love about him."
"How long have you known him?"
"About a year."
"So you met him before my uncle died?"
"Yes. Your uncle knew about him. I didn't keep any secretes from him, just like I don't keep any secretes from you."
"What have you told him about your job?"
"Nothing. What we do together is private. It's between me and you, Charlie," she said and kissed my chest.
"I really love you, Kelly."
"I know you do. I love you to." And we French kissed for about a minute.
"I wish I could be the one to be with you and not just be your boss."
"I wish you could, too."
"Really?" I asked in surprise.
"But what about Sabrina and Jill and all those angels yet to come?"
She had a point; a very valid point, and I was left with no argument.
"You may have all the money in the world Charlie, but you still have choices to make. You just have more choices than the rest of us. I don't think that makes it any easier."
I made up my mind then that I would have to let Kelly go. That was a hard decision, especially with her laying there in my arms on that train bound for the south of France. She snuggled up closer to me as she spoke quietly into my ear.
"You're right, angel," I told her. "Let's go out and find a new angel to join our family. And then you have to promise to invite me to your wedding."
"You've got it Charlie," she said running her hand down my chest.
The next morning Kelly and I met Jacques in the dinning car and were served a gourmet French breakfast. Outside, as the scenery passed the moving train, the sky looked bluer than I had ever seen it, and the ground was covered with a deep green. I learned later these were the wine vineyards of southern France passing us by.
"This beach I am taking you to is most unusual," Jacques explained to us. "The Club Med resorts are all around this spot. However, I think they are not so good to discover what it is we are looking for."
"Money won't be a concern for us on this trip," I said with confidence. This sounded like such a corny line, but hell it was true in my case.
"Actually this beach is more a public one than a private. You will find the small resort near by to be not so expensive. Few know this place, but the ones who do…" he broke off and smiled to himself. "Let me just say that this is a hangout for the beautiful people. If I am wrong I will refund all the pay you have already given me."
"I trust you Jacques," I said. "My uncle trusted you, and you did find Kelly for him, so I think you have a winning streak going."
"You will not be disappointed in this place," Jacques promised. "The only thing is I am afraid you may not have dressed appropriately for the atmosphere we will find there."
"No problem. I can buy some new clothes when we get there. What is considered appropriate attire at this joint?"
Jacques and Kelly both laughed at my innocent question, apparently sharing a secrete joke between them. "Just wait and see," Kelly told me. "You'll find out soon enough."
The train pulled into the station at the small resort town. Jacques explained to us that he did not have a limo waiting for us here because it would serve our proposed "Angel Hunt" better if we went incognito as to the wealth I had.
The beach was already visible as we walked down the tiny streets. The resort we had reservations at was only three blocks from the train station, and again Jacques proved to be a capable guide and led us straight to the reservations desk.
Our room arrangements were as they had been on the train. Jacques got his own suite and Kelly and I were sharing a suite together. The rooms were great, but not as elegant as some I had stayed in since becoming rich. Kelly and I showered and then met Jacques out on a terrace restaurant over looking the Mediterranean.
Jacques was late in arriving, but as Kelly and I sat and watched the waves of the ocean I was surprised to hear two familiar voices behind me. Hands went across my eyes covering my sight.
"Guess who, Charlie," the voice of Sabrina, one of my other angels said. And with Sabrina's hands still held over my eyes I felt a familiar little body sit down in my lap, and sweet lips give me a kiss on the lips. Jill, my other angel, was seated on my lap.
Sabrina came around to kiss me and took her hands away from my eyes. Both she and Kelly were wearing bikinis. They had on short little robes that left their long legs exposed to the Mediterranean sun. Their tans were perfect.
"Sabrina! Jill!" I exclaimed.
"Surprise, Charlie!" the two girls said in unison.
Sabrina was twenty-six-years-old and Chinese, with flowing hair down to her waist. She was from Shanghai, and all though she had been the privileged daughter of a party boss she'd had a dream to come to America, and it was my uncle who had made that dream come true for her. She had a wicked sense of humor and I would be lying if I said I was not in love with her.
Jill was a California blonde. She had been a valley girl and her father had been an Internet executive. She had fallen on bad luck when she was eighteen with a bad relationship that ended with her getting an abortion and out on the streets having been disowned by her family. My uncle had saved her from all that. Jill was twenty-two and petite and short, however with a large double D chest. I loved Jill also.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked. "I thought I left you to enjoy a week in Manhattan on your own and with all of my credit cards."
"We decided to come and help you on your quest for a new angel," Sabrina said.
"After all she will be a part of our family, too," Jill told me. "We want to like her before we allow you to bring her on full time."
"Of course," I said realizing that I couldn't just hire a new girl with out the absolute approval of my other two angels. "I apologize. It was thoughtless of me to try and find someone new with out including you two."
"Well the gangs all here," Kelly said, hugging the other two girls. "Now let's go out and hunt for an angel."
And so that's exactly what we did.
I joined Jacques in the bathhouse of the famous or maybe I should say infamous beach that afternoon. The beach was totally secluded, and was hidden in a little cove a few miles, or I guess since this was Europe I should say kilometers from the resort beaches of the town. At first glance it didn't look like anything special.
"Being French I am a lover of women," Jacques announced as we stripped out of our clothes in the bathhouse.
"I'm sure if you hung around my uncle very much it was quite interesting."
"Yes. I got laid a lot," the little French man said. He was very short and wiry. His skin was tanned a golden brown, and his hair long and straight. When he took off his shirt I saw his chest was covered with thick black hair. His age was indeterminate to me because I was not good with calculating people's ages. If I'd had to guess I would have said that Jacques was well into middle age.
"What are you doing, Charlie?" Jacques asked me as I started to get into my swimming trunks. He stood before me naked and was laughing. "This is a nude beach. You might get arrested if you were to wear your clothes out there."
This was a new experience for me. My rather conservative American upbringing made me self-conscious to walk around in public with out my clothes. In fact this had been the stuff of more than one of my nightmares as a child. On this afternoon I was just going to have to learn to get over my inhibitions.
"Come! Let us walk," Jacques said as we left the bathhouse and started down the beach together.
"Just don't walk too close to me," I told him. We were both strolling down the beach with out a stitch. So far we had not run into anyone else. I don't know if this made it better or worse. The thought of taking a stroll along a beach with a naked guy just didn't strike me as very romantic.
A couple of guys came up to us. They knew Jacques and called to him. One was a black guy. The other looked Spanish to me. They both spoke French to Jacques, and I couldn't understand what was being said. They were, of course, as naked as we. When they all began laughing I felt more than a little uncomfortable since I had no idea what they were laughing at. They might have been laughing at my dick hanging down between my legs for all I knew.
After that I took off down the beach by myself. There were few people around. Off in the distance I thought I saw a gathering of some sort, but I was too shy to walk up to them in my current state of undress.
Then I saw her. This was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Of course I said that every time I saw a new girl. But there was really something special about this girl. She was mysterious and hard to get a fix on. She was olive dark skinned, and her long hair was braided to her head.
She came up out of the water and walked toward me through the surf. She was naked just like I was. The water dripping off her skin and wetting her hair shined in the bright sun of the Med. She was very tall, almost coming to my height, and I was just over six feet. She was thin and muscular. Her breasts were firm and round on her chest, the nipples a dark brown. A large patch of trimmed pubic hair stood out proudly between her legs.
As she got closer to me I couldn't tell her nationality from her facial features. Except I didn't think she was European, and definitely not American. She walked straight up to me, and when she saw me staring at her she smiled.
"Have you seen my towel?" she asked me in English, but with a definite accent.
"I think I saw one over there," I said pointing behind me, but I was still staring at her body. She was all wet from her swim and my eyes wouldn't leave her.
Then I saw her eyes wonder down for just about two seconds. She took a good look between my legs. I was starting to get half hard from this experience and remembered that I was as naked as she. Fortunately I had gotten a blow job from Jill before coming down here or I would have been already at full mast.
She walked past me and up to her belongings on the sand with her towel. I got a good rear view. Her tall shape was perfect. When she bent to pick up a spare towel I caught a fleeting glance at the mound between her legs, the lips tightly pursed together. I was embarrassed to see my erection starting to grow and felt an urgent need to try and hide.
I walked over to her sand blanket and knelt down to the ground. A kneeling position would force my old Johnson to a less obvious position, all though it was still pointing down well past my upper thighs.
"My I sit down for a minute and share your blanket?" I asked her, but had already helped myself.
"Go ahead," she said, and I thought her accent sounded sort of French, but a little different.
The girl sat down not two feet from me on the blanket and began to dry herself off. She started with her long braids, shaking water out from them. Now that I was close to her I could see her olive skin was very dark, and this was natural and not a tan. Her hair was pure black, and this was true for the braids on her head and her neatly combed pussy.
"My names Charlie," I said. "I'm from America."
"I am Emmanuelle," she said and we shook hands. "I'm from Martinique, but I go to college in Marseille."
College, huh? I wondered. She looked like she was barely eighteen. My angels had to be at least eighteen because of various laws. If she was already in college then she met one requirement, and she certainly had the body for the job. That met criteria number two.
We talked all afternoon. I learned that her father had been black and her mother white. She had a part time job in Marseille, but was sitting out this semester from her school because of financial troubles. She was eighteen, but had started school when she was seventeen because of her better than average grades.
Emmanuelle was easy to talk to and she was easy to laugh. When she laughed she had a wonderful smile. I full in love with her accent. I had never heard one like it before and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever heard. She would be a perfect angel for me, a good replacement for Kelly. But I wondered how I could go about asking her if she wanted the job. I had never done this before and felt awkward. My uncle had been the man, and undoubtedly knew all the ins and outs of employing an angel. I was just starting to learn.
"You're not use to the French beaches yet, are you Charlie?" Emmanuelle asked giggling, her knees tucked up in front of her as she sat in the towel.
"Actually I am use to this," I lied to her. "Why do you ask?"
She just laughed and pointed.
I was sitting cross-legged on the beach blanket and as I talked with her my erection had hit high water mark, pointing up at the sky with pride. I looked down at it and was immediately embarrassed. What would she think of me? How would I hide it? Unfortunately my hands cupped over my groin would not begin to do the trick.
"You are either awfully horny, or don't get laid much," she said.
"To be honest a nice young lady gave me a blow job just a few hours ago. So I guess that just makes me horny."
"Interesting," was all she said and I let it go at that.
She sat cross-legged and poured us a rum drink she had in a cooler. There was no way I could not see. There was no way I could keep from looking. Her vaginal lips were in full view and slightly parted. I could see a sheen of perspiration from the pink between them.
As the day wore on and night started to fall, I saw many more people start to come to the beach. All were nude. The girls were young and incredible. The guys were young, and I guess they were incredible too, all though I really didn't notice them all that much. However, I did notice that none of them seemed to have my problem with a runaway penis. They must have come to these types of places more often.
Some were eating or drinking. Others were playing beach volleyball. Most had arrived alone, as this was not really a couple's spot. However, there was a friendly camaraderie in the atmosphere, and I felt a building excitement.
One group built a big bond fire and it seemed like everyone was flocking to this spot.
Jacques came back up on the beach with his two friends and found Emmanuelle and me. "I see you have made a beautiful new friend," he said. "Come and join us over at the bond fire. That is where all of the action will be this evening – if you know what I mean, hey?"
"Let's go," I said to Emmanuelle.
"You go ahead," she said looking down and bringing up the towel to cover herself. "I have to be leaving now." She got up and started gathering her things. I felt that she was self-conscious at her nudity for the first time. While all afternoon she had been perfectly ok about it. I got up too, my cock dangling between my legs, and helped her pick up her cooler.
"I don't even know where you are staying?" I asked.
"We'll see each other around."
"I wanted to ask you something, but I really don't know how," I stammered. "Why don't you come on down to the bond fire? I have some other friends who will be here later and I want you to meet them."
"Was one of them the girl who gave you head this afternoon?"
"Yes. She is one of them. That's what I wanted to talk to you about Emmanuelle; I want to offer you a job."
"A job?"
"But not just any job," I said, not wanting to offend her with details at this point, but also not wanting to let her get away. I guess I had kind of grown use to looking down between her long legs all afternoon, and I didn't want to loose the sight now. "The pay is very-very good. There's world travel. It's hard to explain the details. I was hoping maybe the other girls could talk to you."
"Well," she said hesitating, and I took this to be a good sign. "I've never done the swingers thing. That's what the bond fire is, you know. Just a big orgy."
"I really didn't know. I've never been here before," I said as we walked down the beach headed in the general direction of the fire. A big orgy, huh? This could definitely be interesting I thought.
Just then my three angels came running down to join us from the other end of the beach. They were all three naked, and their bodies in the moonlight were very intoxicating. They all jumped on me to hug and kiss me. My dick had now gone out of control and brushed all of their bellies and thighs as they took hold of me. Sabrina reached down and took it in her hand to lay it up against my stomach as she necked with me.
"Hello, angels," I greeted them. "I want you all to meet Emmanuelle."
The four naked girls greeted each other on the beach, but Sabrina held my cock back for me all the time. I was very grateful for her light touch at that moment.
"Emmanuelle, this is Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly. It is Kelly who will be leaving my employment soon and her position you would be filling should you decide to accept my offer. Think of this as an informal interview. You already have my vote, but my three angels have veto power in the matter. Since you will becoming a part of our family it is important that we all get along and like each other."
"Come on Charlie," Jill said leading me by my arm as Sabrina still held me by my engorged cock. "They're having a big party over here at the fire. I don't think we want to miss this one."
There were more women than men at the party. I would say there were about twenty women and maybe a dozen men. Music was playing and everyone was dancing. I was twenty-five and probably the oldest person on the beach. I thought I was in good shape but some of the guys looked like they were competing for the Mr. World title. They were ripped and I hate to say it but several were better endowed even than yours truly.
The women were all from different countries, and all had different complexions and hair. Some were short and thin with long hair. A few were tall with short hair. All had tightly muscled and flat stomachs. Some were shaved; others had a jungle growing between their legs.
"Come and join me, Charlie," Jacques said stepping up to me. I looked down and saw that he had a big boner protruding from between his legs. He had a small body but a big cock that looked all the bigger as it stuck out from his angular frame.
Jacques led me to a sand dune at the very center of the party. A petite Italian girl was bent over the dune that reached just to her mid section. Her butt was sticking in the air, and I could see her parted pussy hanging between her legs.
"I got her warmed up for you," Jacques told me and motioned me up to the girl's ass.
Maybe it was the rum I had been drinking all afternoon with Emmanuelle, or maybe it was the scent coming off the fire… I wonder what was in that fire anyway.
Before I knew what was happening to me I was standing up behind the girl and thumping her good with my hard on. I noticed that a Swedish guy was standing on the other side of the dune and she was giving him a blow job.
A gorgeous teenaged French girl stood down the dune from us and I withdrew from the Italian and moved over to her. She was on her back and as soon as I moved to her she spread her legs for me. I got between her legs and we rutted like dogs for the next few minutes.
I noticed that Jacques was now ramming it good to the Italian girl next to us. There were also more girls lining up down the sand dune and all the guys had lined up with them to get a piece. Most of the guys were going from girl to girl.
I looked around for my angels. They were not a part of the orgy, but instead sat back by the fire and watched. I think I was fucking a German girl up the ass when I caught sight of Emmanuelle. She waved to me. I waved back. She was sitting on the ground with my other angels and they were talking and bonding. This was a good sign. I hoped that they would all like Emmanuelle and that Emmanuelle would like them. I also hoped that Emmanuelle would understand my offer, not be offended by it, and might even accept it.
I watched as the four girls began to kiss each other. Kelly was French kissing Sabrina and Jill had climbed between Emmanuelle's outstretched legs and was eating her out nicely.
I was on my back on the ground by that time. A little Dutch girl was riding my cock and screaming with a loud orgasm. Another girl, I think it was the blonde headed Spanish girl, was between my legs licking my balls.
Jacques came up next to me and held his cock out to the Dutch girl who was riding me. She took his cock expertly in her mouth and began to deep throat him.
"You like our little party? No?" Jacques asked me as the Dutch girl worked on both of us.
"I want Emmanuelle to become one of my angels," I said, all though my voice was a little strained from my current activity. "Can you have the papers drawn up for her by tomorrow?"
"Yes, leave it to Jacques," he said, his hands on his butt as he let the Dutch girl devour him. "I will take care of everything for you, Charlie."
"I don't know if she'll accept yet, but I want everything to be ready in case."
"I think she will accept," Jacques said with a laugh and nodded his head to the angels and Emmanuelle. "Look over there."
Sabrina and Kelly were still going at it. Sabrina had one of Kelly's erect nipples in her mouth, and Kelly was holding on tightly to Sabrina, her hands roaming up and down her back. Jill was still eating out Emmanuelle. But the amazing thing to me was that Sabrina and Kelly were sitting on top of Emmanuelle. She was on her back, and Sabrina was positioned right over her mouth with her female opening.
Emmanuelle was squirming around on the sand, as Jill would not give her any mercy, licking and sucking at her clit. However, this did not prevent her from seeing to Sabrina's pleasure. She had Sabrina in spasms as she stuck her tongue repeatedly up inside of her. I knew that Sabrina normally could not get off with a woman, too. So this was quite a good job Emmanuelle was doing.
At last Sabrina climaxed and she literally fell off of Emmanuelle's face and back into the sand. The sand clinging to her petite, Asian body, as she lied there panting from her orgasm. This meant it was Kelly's turn and she hoped onto Emmanuelle's willing mouth and spread her legs, slowly lowering her clit to Emmanuelle's tongue.
I could see Kelly's face contort as she experienced the tip of Emmanuelle's tongue penetrate her and lick her from the inside. Kelly opened her mouth wide and threw back her head. She began to rotate her pelvis around Emmanuelle's face. I could see the wet on Emmanuelle's olive colored face glistening in the moonlight. Kelly's juices were flowing freely from between her legs.
Finally Kelly fell off Emmanuelle much like Sabrina had done a few minutes before. Kelly and Sabrina hugged each other in the sand next to Emmanuelle and were both in a state near unconsciousness.
Now Jill kissed her way up Emmanuelle's long nude body. The sight was a strange one. Jill was so short and Emmanuelle so tall. Emmanuelle took Jill in her arms and both girls kissed long and hungrily on the lips. Emmanuelle's face was covered in the pussy juice of Sabrina and Kelly, and Jill's face was covered with Emmanuelle's cum.
Soon Emmanuelle was reaching between Jill's legs. Then she was repositioning herself on the ground to bring Jill's butt around to her face. Jill was squirming and crying and giving Emmanuelle a hard time. I knew Jill well enough to know this is how she did when she was on the brink of climax. Emmanuelle gently handled Jill, and finally settled her little body down enough to spread her thighs. She came up under Jill, and I think the first part of Jill her tongue got was Jill's asshole. Needless to say Jill went wild and her screams echoed in the night. But there was a lot of activity on that beach by this time and so the moans of my angel just drowned in with the rest.
Emmanuelle thoroughly cleaned Jill's under section. Starting with her anus she moved forward to her female fold. She held Jill firmly and forced her into multiple climaxes as she used both fingers and tongue on her, thoroughly invading both her openings.
When Emmanuelle finally let Jill go the little California blonde crawled on her belly in the sand and fell into the waiting arms of Kelly and Sabrina. All three of my angels had been satisfied. It was almost as good as if I had done it myself. I was very impressed with Emmanuelle, and I now was not too worried as to whether the angels would accept her or not. After that performance they would probably castrate me if I didn't hire Emmanuelle.
All this time the little Dutch girl had been riding me and been experiencing her own climaxes. "Can you take over here?" I asked Jacques as I lifted the little Dutch girl from off my pole. "Suddenly I think my services are needed elsewhere."
"Well I think I can handle it," Jacques said, popping his cock from out of her mouth and pulling her cute little nude body up to him on the sand.
I got up and left Jacques and the Dutch girl, whose name I never discovered, trumping away on the sand. I tried wiping off the sand from my butt and legs, but then decided to hell with it, this was the beach and I was going to get sand on me. I reached down and cleaned off my cock head. I think I had already fucked eight girls that night. After the third I lost count. I had cum a couple of times, but I was still rock hard and as I went back down the beach I found it was even difficult to walk.
I felt like a primitive man as I walked naked down the beach past other couples fucking beside me. Girls I had just fucked straddling the muscle hunks or bending over to receive it up the ass. The strangest thing was that I didn't think or feel at that moment that any of this was strange. After I got into it this seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Well, so much for my old conservative inhibitions. They had been blown far away since my first walking out onto that beach with Jacques that afternoon.
Emmanuelle approached me as I was trying to wipe off my dick. She was wiping off my angels vaginal secretions from her face and bowed to wipe off her own from between her legs.
She saw me and gave a cautious smile. This is the moment I had been waiting for. I returned her smile eagerly. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as I approached her.
"I thought you didn't do the group thing?" I asked.
"Not with guys," she said. "I guess you already noticed that I like girls sometimes."
"How about guys?" I asked. "You like dick as well as pussy?"
"Depends on the guy and his dick."
I held up my cock in front of her. She looked at me for a long moment with out saying anything.
"I can't believe he's still standing up after all you've put him through tonight," she said and lightly took hold of my erection with her right hand.
"I've been getting well acquainted with Europe tonight."
"Is it like this with you all the time, Charlie?"
"No… Well maybe… I don't really know."
"The girls told me you have only been rich for a few weeks."
"That's right. I don't know what I'm doing right now. My uncle wanted me to continue with his life. The central part of his life was his angels. The reason I came here wasn't to fuck those other girls back there. The reason I came here was to find you."
Now she came fully up to me. My cock was still in her hand. For the first time her tits grazed across my chest. She was slowly starting to rub my cock as she looked in my eyes. We kissed briefly on the lips. She held my shaft flat along her belly, and her pubic hair tickled my balls as we kissed. I liked it because she was almost as tall as me. Not too many girls were of this same height.
"You're going to get a sperm bath if you keep doing that," I said as I kissed around her dark face, moving one of her braids back from her forehead.
She ran past me and I followed her. The Mediterranean water was warm as it lapped up against our feet and legs. She took my hand and led me out deeper. The water soon covered us up to our waists, her ample and well shaped bosom still visible above.
Now I took her fully to me holding her from behind and at her buttocks. We kissed. Her mouth tasted so good, and I suspect I could taste my other three angels vagina's in Emmanuelle's mouth as I kissed her now. She was aggressive in her love of me as well and held me tightly to her, pressing our two bodies together.
She jumped up to me and swung her legs around my waist. Before I even knew it I was inside her and she was ramming her pelvis to mine, fucking me up and down my engorged shaft. We both started to swing our hips into each other. Our rhythm developed. When I arched forward to penetrate her she would swing forward with her legs wrapped around my butt and slam into me with equal force.
She was moving hard and fast, at one point I was afraid my dick was going to break right there in the middle of the Mediterranean. At first I thought maybe this was her way of giving me a get acquainted fuck, but I soon learned this was just her way of making love.
Her mouth was over mine, her tongue inside my mouth, and we were still French kissing as we rutted in the water. After awhile we had actually made progress back towards the shoreline and as soon as I saw sand beneath my feet instead of waves I bent over and slammed her to the ground. Never leaving her tight opening for a moment I fell on top off her and my cock slammed into her another couple of inches as her back hit the ground.
She began to moan beneath me and I gave it to her with all of my strength, which surprisingly, considering all of my prior activity was still considerable. She pounded back against my groin in a rage of her own. I felt as if we were in a contest of chicken – only this contest was to see who would say "Cum!" the first.
I don't know how long we had at each other. The water was splashing around us. We were both yelling at the top of our lungs. I really don't have a clue as to whether this went on for two or three hours or only twenty or thirty minutes. I never wanted it to end. I don't think she did either.
Finally I was the one who lost the battle. I arched on her and reared back to thrust up into her, and as I did so I felt my balls hit against her buttocks. I cried out as I felt an explosion of cum rocket down into her womb. I kept pounding her, and more and more blasts of semen spread out of me. Her vagina was contracting around me as I pounded her.
Then after another few minutes, minutes in which my orgasm seemed suspended over time (this one was definitely a ten on the Richter scale) I just collapsed on top of her. I felt her put her arms around me and hug me to her.
"I accept your job offer, Charlie," I heard Emmanuelle say and then I passed out and don't remember a thing for the rest of the evening.
I awoke the next morning back in my suite of rooms at the mid priced resort Jacques had gotten for us. How I got back from the party cove the night before I never found out. I guess the angels had come to the rescue and found a way to drag me back.
I was lying naked under the covers of the king sized bed. I was alone in the room and the doors to the patio were open, and I could see the beach and the Mediterranean beyond the patio. Another beautiful day had dawned outside while I had been passed out.
My head felt funny. I didn't have a headache exactly. In fact the feeling I had could have almost been described as pleasant, but was mostly just unusual, one I had never quite experienced before. It was like a part of me was still out in the Mediterranean with Emmanuelle. I could almost still hear the waves and feel the hard racking of our two bodies against each other.
I showered for over half an hour that morning and then got dressed for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.
Walking out the patio doors I strolled down onto the beach. Sabrina was the first one I saw. She came to me and we gave each other a hug. Then Jill and Kelly greeted me. The angels led me over to a table on the beach where a waiter was serving breakfast. I sat down and felt incredibly hungry. From the way the angels dug in I could see they felt just as hungry as I did. Amazing what I night of fucking on the beach will do for your appetite.
About half way through breakfast Jacques brought Emmanuelle up to our table. I stood up to take her in. This was the first time I had ever seen her with her clothes on. She was magnificent. Tall and slender, her posture was erect and almost regal. She wore a white cotton dress that fit her snuggly, and a big white beach hat from under which flowed her long braided hair.
"Charlie," Jacques told me as he sat down carrying a sheaf of papers. "You have a new angel."
"Welcome to the family, Emmanuelle," I said taking her hand and giving her a kiss.
"I'm happy to be with you, Charlie," she said in that sexy accent of hers. "But tell me something?"
"Anything, angel?"
"How are the four of us ever going to top last night?"
I looked around at Sabrina and Jill and then to Emmanuelle. "I think we will have to try. Something tells me there may be many more adventures ahead of us, angels…"
Later I took the three girls back to my penthouse in New York. But that's another story...
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The first class cabin was full. The flight attendants were just starting to make their rounds. Of course, us passengers fortunate to sit in first class were served first and given everything we wanted for free. Well, not free. We had been charged a hefty sum for the privilege of having the extra twelve inches of legroom.
Kelly was seated next to me. She was the only one of my angels who was accompanying me on this trip. Not one use to traveling in the past, and especially not use to international travel, I found this first trip extremely fascinating. I was like a kid on his first plane ride. I was so excited and had not felt this way since I was nine.
Our drinks arrived, carried by an older but very attractive flight attendant. I had ordered a vodka and Coke and Kelley got her favorite which was a Bloody Mary. At that moment I had no worries. I had been rich for slightly over one month and I was off on my first business trip. What a feeling it was!
Kelly brushed her long red curls out of her face and gave me a smile. She thought it was humorous how I got excited over this pending trip. She had been laughing at me and making fun with me for a week since we had scheduled the excursion.
"Still afraid to fly, Charlie?" she teased me.
"I'm not afraid," I said in mock self defense. "I am filled with anticipation."
"Thanks again for understanding me, Charlie," she said and leaned across the seat to brush my lips with her own. She was so beautiful and exotic looking I started getting a boner right then and there.
Kelly was leaving my employment. She had been with my uncle for several years, but had worked for me for only the one month since my uncle died and I inherited everything he owned. This included Kelly and her two beautiful friends.
Her contract was up in two weeks and these would be her last two weeks with me. She had been very well compensated over the years, and told me she had seven figures in her savings account. This was quite good for a girl who was only twenty-four-years of age, and one who had been a poor immigrant from the Ukraine.
Kelly was engaged to be married, and marriage would be one thing that might put a crimp on her style as one of my three personal relaxation consultants, and so I completely understood why she had to leave. I was sorry to see her go, and sorry to see her get married. I loved her myself, and if it hadn't been for my other two angels I might very well have tried settling down with her. But I was worth close to a billion dollars now, and I was only twenty-five myself. The opportunities were endless.
Our drinks arrived in first class, and I continued to stare out the window. There was nothing to see out there now, not even clouds. The sun had set and all I could see was pitch black space, but I knew several miles beneath the ocean was below us and whizzing by at over five hundred miles an hour. I got quite a rush from this feeling, and the drink intensified it further.
"You know Kelly," I said. "I went to Canada once when I was a kid with my parents. That was the only time I've ever been out of the country."
"I think in the last five years I've been around the world ten times with your uncle," Kelly said, sounding nostalgic about my late Uncle Wally. "I love to travel and will miss that part about my job… well that among other things," Kelly gave me a sly look and we both laughed.
"I love to travel, too," I said. "I've always wanted to see the world, and now that I finally can I'm going to see every square inch of it."
"Charlie, you know the world is full of beautiful women – angels," Kelly said.
"I know," and I took her hand back in mine and looked into those oval shaped blue eyes. "That's another goal I have; to meet the truly fabulous women in the world and make them my angels."
"You are combining business with pleasure on this trip, Charlie."
"Well you know what Kelly – it feels damn good!"
I was combining business with pleasure. We were headed for the south of France. Kelly was leaving and in the tradition my uncle had started years ago it was time for her to help me find her replacement. Because of the money that we had access to nothing was really an object and we were free to search the world. And search it we had, and with so many beautiful women in the world the choice was not easy.
We decided to check out a very private beach with interesting potential in the Riviera area. This was supposed to be part Club Med, but with more of a swinger feel. I was looking forward to the visit.
"Your uncle had a private plane at one point, but he sold it," Kelly explained to me.
"Why would he do that?" I asked.
"He enjoyed doing certain things in slightly more public places on occasion."
"What things?"
"Oh just things," she said and brought my attention back from staring out the window. "Hey Charlie?" I looked back at my beautiful Kelly. "Are you a member of the Mile High Club?"
"Can't say that I am."
"We should change that."
"Yes. We should."
I knew what was coming. My heart began to beat faster and my stomach did flip-flops. I had enjoyed a wild sex life for the past month, and been laid more than I had in my whole life. However, I was as horny as hell and it didn't matter what I did or how many times I did it when one of my beautiful angels was with me it was always like the first time.
I turned around in my seat and surveyed the rest of first class. The "Open" sign was on and turned to green for the restroom in back. Many of the other passengers were starting to drift off to sleep, or were engrossed in reading.
"Excuse me, Kelly," I said as I unfastened my seat belt and got up, passing by Kelly's seat. We caught each other's eye before I left her.
I made my way back along the aisle. No one paid any attention to me. I opened up the door to the little restroom and slipped inside.
The restroom was small and cramped, with barely enough room to turn around. I looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know if I was really handsome or not. I had on new, and very expensive clothes. I was muscular and without any fat on my body.
Anyway I wasn't there to look at myself. Who gives a shit?
So I sat down on the little toilet seat to wait. Reaching forward I flipped the lock into the open position so that the green light would come back on outside. Now I just had to hope no one else came in here while I waited.
Kelly opened the sliding door and entered the restroom with me. She shut the door behind her and threw the lock. No one had seen her enter. Now we were alone. I had this three by five space, my red haired angel and the next four hours before we landed in Paris.
"You can't come in here. The room is already occupied," I mocked Kelly.
"Oh?" She stood over me and looked down, some air turbulence causing the flight to shift. "What are you going to do to me?"
"I am going to need you to take off your panties."
"I can't do that," she said leaning over me and putting her arms around me.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not wearing any."
Kelly was wearing a nice conservative navy blue skirt for the air travel. The skirt came to just above her knees. She wore a sleeveless blouse and her wild red curls ran down over her pure white shoulders.
She sat down in my lap. We began to kiss. Her tongue bathed my cheeks and under my chin, her hands knitted into my hair. I felt that she was not wearing any underwear. Her legs were spread over me as she sat facing me, and her groin was smashed down against mine. I could feel the damp there and the muscles of her vaginal area as she gripped me between her legs.
My cock sprang to life and quickly was pushing to get out of my pants and pushing up between Kelly's legs. We kissed some, my tongue feeling behind her ear. She smelled of a wonderful perfume fragrance, but I have no idea what it was called. I just know I liked the aroma that flowed off her skin.
My hands went up and down her back, feeling her body beneath her clothing. Our mouths met and then parted for each other. My tongue was atop hers, and then hers on mine.
Kelly arched back while still facing me on my lap. Her legs were still parted, one on each side of me. She looked down to the tremendous bulge in my pants. She reached down for my zipper and neatly pulled it down. Then reaching inside my pants she fooled around with the fly of my shorts until she had my dick in her hand and brought it out.
The men in my family are fairly well endowed. We have big cocks. My uncle was a particular specimen of male muscle with both width and length and Kelly had told me that was yet another reason why she had enjoyed her job with him so much. I was slightly larger than my Uncle Wally. And that was just the truth, no bragging intended.
So when Kelly let my cock out of my pants it sprang a foot into the air, standing up as straight as a flagpole. I watched her eyes grow large as she looked down at me. She ran her hands up and down my length a couple of times feeling my muscle.
Then she stood up on her toes to rise above me. I reached down and held my cock steady at the base for her to mount me. Some more air turbulence shook the plane. Kelly's thighs engulfed me as she sat back down on my lap.
She gave a fairly loud gasp as my penis made initial penetration up into her. She was already wet and her slide down my pole was easy. I saw her face contort as she lowered herself. Her breath came in tiny little in-takes.
I could tell Kelly was near her first orgasm before she even made it all the way down my shaft. Her eyes were open, her mouth was open, and her head was held forward in a sort of shock. I think she always wondered at these times, as did I, how she could take so much meat up inside her body. She was being impaled, actually she was impaling herself, and the pleasure was almost instantaneous.
I took her by the hips after she hesitated and brought her all the way down. I was in her to the hilt. Her vaginal lips were pursed at my base.
We just held like this for a few minutes. We French kissed. I didn't move in her. This was too perfect. I felt her vagina holding me desperately. As we kissed she was gasping and moaning. I could literally feel each orgasm as it swept up from her parted thighs and through her entire body.
I started to thrust up in her and she held me back with a deep gasp. "No wait, Charlie," she said in a strained voice as she tried to control herself. "Let me."
I just kissed her some more and let her hold me. She was scratching my back, I was glad my new shirt was of a high quality material or it probably would have been torn to shreds. I explored her mouth with my tongue and tried to experience with her each orgasm she achieved.
Slowly she began to pick herself up from my lap. "Ahhhhhhh……" she cried as the friction of my cock sliding inside her vagina caused another wave of shivering orgasm to sweep through her. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she had backed off about six or seven inches and then let herself start to slide back down the pole.
She almost fell back to the base; her feelings of pleasure were wearing her down to a whimpering thing. Again she didn't move for a minute or two. We used the time to recover and French kiss. More turbulence bolted the plane.
Hanging onto me as if for her life I felt Kelly raise her pelvis back up off me another seven inches. Her breathing was labored and hard. She was starting to sweat.
More turbulence hit the plane and jolted my penis a fraction of an inch inside Kelly. She muffled a scream in the back of her throat.
"Please return to your seat," the voice of the captain came over the little speaker a few inches above our locked heads.
As if to obey the command of the captain, Kelly returned to her seat. Abruptly she sat back down and was impaled by a foot of meat between her legs. She let out a scream and I was certain the passengers outside must have heard her. Her eyes came open wide in utter shock and if I had not known better I would have thought the look on her face was one of agony and not pleasure.
Kelly was too tired to lift herself back off and keep the rhythm, and so this is where I came in. I slightly repositioned myself beneath her. Getting a firm hold of her I begin to very gently pump up into her womb. She clawed and dug into my back and I heard her whimper into my ear.
Her lips were holding me so tight and as I moved up into her deep reaches the contractions rippled along her lathered walls. The intensity of her contractions was driving my control to the brink and I was having a hard time holding back. I had to keep my rhythm slow and controlled because I don't think she could have withstood anything more.
After awhile we had reached an altitude higher than the 747. I was moaning. Kelly was moaning and screaming into my face. Neither of us could take it any longer. My balls tightened inside my shorts, and I felt my seed gather just behind ready to erupt.
I reached under her skirt and cupped her buttocks starting to remove her from her impalement on my pole.
"Don't," she gasped between heavy breaths. "Come inside of me one last time, Charlie."
Her words and her breath in my ear drove me past the point of no return and I went wild, thrusting up into her with all of my might. This brought her one final time to a climax that threatened to drain the last of her life energy from her. Her scream was agonizing and wild. I'm sure everyone in first class heard. I'm also sure at that moment that I didn't care.
I drove deeper and deeper and deeper still. My attack was no longer in my control. I gave way to all of my pleasure and let it flow out of me.
Soon I felt my love fountain exploding upward into Kelly. This brought a final, whimpering orgasm out of her, as my seed sprayed her vaginal walls and jetted up to douse her womb. I kept pumping and her tight lips kept milking me. I think there were at least half a dozen eruptions up in her. We both quivered in each other's arms, shivering in a wave of orgasmic intensity.
We held each other, both in a near faint. I think at least five minutes had passed before we had regained our normal breath. My cock was still rammed up deep within her, but was unmoving and had no sensation left. I had given every ounce of myself and Kelly had received it. We were both covered in beads of perspiration and exhausted.
"Thank you, Charlie."
"Love you angel."
"I love you too, Charlie."
We set down at Charles De Gaul Airport in Paris right on schedule. Kelly and I made it through customs carrying our luggage and flashing our passports. A little French guy who had worked for my uncle met us after we cleared customs. His name was Jacques.
"You look much like your late uncle Charlie," Jacques told me, helping us with our bags.
"You helped my uncle to find his angels in the past?" I asked him as the three of us scurried through the busy international airport headed for the parking outside.
"I most certainly did," Jacques said as if he was proud of himself. "I helped your uncle to meet Kelly."
"That's right, Charlie," Kelly put in. "As I recall Jacques gave me a line about making me rich, traveling around the world, and getting me laid every day. That was five years ago."
"And so is it true?" Jacques asked Kelly.
"I am rich now," Kelly said. "And I have traveled around the world."
"And she gets laid everyday," I said placing my arm around the small of Kelly's back.
Kelly looked up at me from under her long red curls in that sly European way she had. "My sex life is very satisfactory," she said.
"Now she is going to spoil it all and get married," I told Jacques.
"Every party has to end eventually," Kelly said, and the three of us walked out into the cool fall air of Paris and toward our waiting limousine. "That's where you come in Jacques. Before I leave Charlie I want to help him find a replacement for me. I've still got a few more weeks left in my contract. I want to have sometime to train my replacement in all of her job duties."
A chauffer came over from the limo and took our bags from us and went to load them in the trunk. I had my first chance to look around me and take wonder in the fact that I had just flown across the ocean and was now in the most famous city in the world. I also knew the best part of this trip was yet to come.
"This is where I can be of help to you, Charlie," Jacques said to me.
"You think you can find a replacement for Kelly?" I asked.
"It won't be easy to be sure. Kelly is a very rare and beautiful young woman. But the beach I am about to take you to is like none other in the world. If such a creature does exist – such an angel, then I am sure we are to find her on this beach."
"I'm ready to get started," I said as we climbed in the limo and started off through the horrendous traffic of Paris. I was really glad I was rich and didn't have to drive through this maze of cars, buses and taxi's each honking their horns.
"Now we have some options," Jacques explained to Kelly and I.
"Which are?" Kelly inquired.
"First you two can stay at one of our five star hotels here in Paris this evening and we can leave tomorrow, or if you prefer I'll have the driver head directly for the train station and we will just have time to catch the evening express to Marseille."
"I vote we head off tonight," I said. "What about you Kelly?"
"Sounds good to me! The sooner I can find my replacement the sooner I can get back to the states and start planning my wedding."
Jacques said something to the driver in French and the driver turned about in the heavy traffic with a U turn, all the cars around us blasting us with their horns. Jacques poured Kelly and I a stiff drink. I think he could see I needed one. Kelly on the other hand seemed to be enjoying the rollercoaster ride, but of course she had been here before and I had not.
I sipped my drink and looked out at the lights of Paris. It hit me for about the thousandth time in the last month how strange it was to be rich.
We just made the train. It was leaving at twenty-one hundred hours. Everything around here was military time apparently. Jacques knew his way around well and I realized how valuable an experienced guide was to our journey.
Jacques had one room, and Kelly and I shared another. These were private rooms in a first class coach. The ride would take all night and by mid morning of the next day we would be pulling up to the Mediterranean.
I had never slept on a train before. The jostling of the train down the tracks actually proved to be a sleep aid, and was very soothing and peaceful. The bunk bed of the room was small and the lights of southern France went by in a blur outside.
Kelly lay in my arms that night and watched the scenery pass with me. There wasn't any room for two in the tiny bunk of the train, but we managed to merge our bodies together as the night went by. I stroked her shoulder in the dark of our room and thought many thoughts that night.
"What does he do?" I asked her and she knew who I was talking about.
"He's a musician."
"Is he any good?"
"He's not famous yet. Sometimes he doesn't even have a job. But he's passionate, and that's what I love about him."
"How long have you known him?"
"About a year."
"So you met him before my uncle died?"
"Yes. Your uncle knew about him. I didn't keep any secretes from him, just like I don't keep any secretes from you."
"What have you told him about your job?"
"Nothing. What we do together is private. It's between me and you, Charlie," she said and kissed my chest.
"I really love you, Kelly."
"I know you do. I love you to." And we French kissed for about a minute.
"I wish I could be the one to be with you and not just be your boss."
"I wish you could, too."
"Really?" I asked in surprise.
"But what about Sabrina and Jill and all those angels yet to come?"
She had a point; a very valid point, and I was left with no argument.
"You may have all the money in the world Charlie, but you still have choices to make. You just have more choices than the rest of us. I don't think that makes it any easier."
I made up my mind then that I would have to let Kelly go. That was a hard decision, especially with her laying there in my arms on that train bound for the south of France. She snuggled up closer to me as she spoke quietly into my ear.
"You're right, angel," I told her. "Let's go out and find a new angel to join our family. And then you have to promise to invite me to your wedding."
"You've got it Charlie," she said running her hand down my chest.
The next morning Kelly and I met Jacques in the dinning car and were served a gourmet French breakfast. Outside, as the scenery passed the moving train, the sky looked bluer than I had ever seen it, and the ground was covered with a deep green. I learned later these were the wine vineyards of southern France passing us by.
"This beach I am taking you to is most unusual," Jacques explained to us. "The Club Med resorts are all around this spot. However, I think they are not so good to discover what it is we are looking for."
"Money won't be a concern for us on this trip," I said with confidence. This sounded like such a corny line, but hell it was true in my case.
"Actually this beach is more a public one than a private. You will find the small resort near by to be not so expensive. Few know this place, but the ones who do…" he broke off and smiled to himself. "Let me just say that this is a hangout for the beautiful people. If I am wrong I will refund all the pay you have already given me."
"I trust you Jacques," I said. "My uncle trusted you, and you did find Kelly for him, so I think you have a winning streak going."
"You will not be disappointed in this place," Jacques promised. "The only thing is I am afraid you may not have dressed appropriately for the atmosphere we will find there."
"No problem. I can buy some new clothes when we get there. What is considered appropriate attire at this joint?"
Jacques and Kelly both laughed at my innocent question, apparently sharing a secrete joke between them. "Just wait and see," Kelly told me. "You'll find out soon enough."
The train pulled into the station at the small resort town. Jacques explained to us that he did not have a limo waiting for us here because it would serve our proposed "Angel Hunt" better if we went incognito as to the wealth I had.
The beach was already visible as we walked down the tiny streets. The resort we had reservations at was only three blocks from the train station, and again Jacques proved to be a capable guide and led us straight to the reservations desk.
Our room arrangements were as they had been on the train. Jacques got his own suite and Kelly and I were sharing a suite together. The rooms were great, but not as elegant as some I had stayed in since becoming rich. Kelly and I showered and then met Jacques out on a terrace restaurant over looking the Mediterranean.
Jacques was late in arriving, but as Kelly and I sat and watched the waves of the ocean I was surprised to hear two familiar voices behind me. Hands went across my eyes covering my sight.
"Guess who, Charlie," the voice of Sabrina, one of my other angels said. And with Sabrina's hands still held over my eyes I felt a familiar little body sit down in my lap, and sweet lips give me a kiss on the lips. Jill, my other angel, was seated on my lap.
Sabrina came around to kiss me and took her hands away from my eyes. Both she and Kelly were wearing bikinis. They had on short little robes that left their long legs exposed to the Mediterranean sun. Their tans were perfect.
"Sabrina! Jill!" I exclaimed.
"Surprise, Charlie!" the two girls said in unison.
Sabrina was twenty-six-years-old and Chinese, with flowing hair down to her waist. She was from Shanghai, and all though she had been the privileged daughter of a party boss she'd had a dream to come to America, and it was my uncle who had made that dream come true for her. She had a wicked sense of humor and I would be lying if I said I was not in love with her.
Jill was a California blonde. She had been a valley girl and her father had been an Internet executive. She had fallen on bad luck when she was eighteen with a bad relationship that ended with her getting an abortion and out on the streets having been disowned by her family. My uncle had saved her from all that. Jill was twenty-two and petite and short, however with a large double D chest. I loved Jill also.
"What are you two doing here?" I asked. "I thought I left you to enjoy a week in Manhattan on your own and with all of my credit cards."
"We decided to come and help you on your quest for a new angel," Sabrina said.
"After all she will be a part of our family, too," Jill told me. "We want to like her before we allow you to bring her on full time."
"Of course," I said realizing that I couldn't just hire a new girl with out the absolute approval of my other two angels. "I apologize. It was thoughtless of me to try and find someone new with out including you two."
"Well the gangs all here," Kelly said, hugging the other two girls. "Now let's go out and hunt for an angel."
And so that's exactly what we did.
I joined Jacques in the bathhouse of the famous or maybe I should say infamous beach that afternoon. The beach was totally secluded, and was hidden in a little cove a few miles, or I guess since this was Europe I should say kilometers from the resort beaches of the town. At first glance it didn't look like anything special.
"Being French I am a lover of women," Jacques announced as we stripped out of our clothes in the bathhouse.
"I'm sure if you hung around my uncle very much it was quite interesting."
"Yes. I got laid a lot," the little French man said. He was very short and wiry. His skin was tanned a golden brown, and his hair long and straight. When he took off his shirt I saw his chest was covered with thick black hair. His age was indeterminate to me because I was not good with calculating people's ages. If I'd had to guess I would have said that Jacques was well into middle age.
"What are you doing, Charlie?" Jacques asked me as I started to get into my swimming trunks. He stood before me naked and was laughing. "This is a nude beach. You might get arrested if you were to wear your clothes out there."
This was a new experience for me. My rather conservative American upbringing made me self-conscious to walk around in public with out my clothes. In fact this had been the stuff of more than one of my nightmares as a child. On this afternoon I was just going to have to learn to get over my inhibitions.
"Come! Let us walk," Jacques said as we left the bathhouse and started down the beach together.
"Just don't walk too close to me," I told him. We were both strolling down the beach with out a stitch. So far we had not run into anyone else. I don't know if this made it better or worse. The thought of taking a stroll along a beach with a naked guy just didn't strike me as very romantic.
A couple of guys came up to us. They knew Jacques and called to him. One was a black guy. The other looked Spanish to me. They both spoke French to Jacques, and I couldn't understand what was being said. They were, of course, as naked as we. When they all began laughing I felt more than a little uncomfortable since I had no idea what they were laughing at. They might have been laughing at my dick hanging down between my legs for all I knew.
After that I took off down the beach by myself. There were few people around. Off in the distance I thought I saw a gathering of some sort, but I was too shy to walk up to them in my current state of undress.
Then I saw her. This was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Of course I said that every time I saw a new girl. But there was really something special about this girl. She was mysterious and hard to get a fix on. She was olive dark skinned, and her long hair was braided to her head.
She came up out of the water and walked toward me through the surf. She was naked just like I was. The water dripping off her skin and wetting her hair shined in the bright sun of the Med. She was very tall, almost coming to my height, and I was just over six feet. She was thin and muscular. Her breasts were firm and round on her chest, the nipples a dark brown. A large patch of trimmed pubic hair stood out proudly between her legs.
As she got closer to me I couldn't tell her nationality from her facial features. Except I didn't think she was European, and definitely not American. She walked straight up to me, and when she saw me staring at her she smiled.
"Have you seen my towel?" she asked me in English, but with a definite accent.
"I think I saw one over there," I said pointing behind me, but I was still staring at her body. She was all wet from her swim and my eyes wouldn't leave her.
Then I saw her eyes wonder down for just about two seconds. She took a good look between my legs. I was starting to get half hard from this experience and remembered that I was as naked as she. Fortunately I had gotten a blow job from Jill before coming down here or I would have been already at full mast.
She walked past me and up to her belongings on the sand with her towel. I got a good rear view. Her tall shape was perfect. When she bent to pick up a spare towel I caught a fleeting glance at the mound between her legs, the lips tightly pursed together. I was embarrassed to see my erection starting to grow and felt an urgent need to try and hide.
I walked over to her sand blanket and knelt down to the ground. A kneeling position would force my old Johnson to a less obvious position, all though it was still pointing down well past my upper thighs.
"My I sit down for a minute and share your blanket?" I asked her, but had already helped myself.
"Go ahead," she said, and I thought her accent sounded sort of French, but a little different.
The girl sat down not two feet from me on the blanket and began to dry herself off. She started with her long braids, shaking water out from them. Now that I was close to her I could see her olive skin was very dark, and this was natural and not a tan. Her hair was pure black, and this was true for the braids on her head and her neatly combed pussy.
"My names Charlie," I said. "I'm from America."
"I am Emmanuelle," she said and we shook hands. "I'm from Martinique, but I go to college in Marseille."
College, huh? I wondered. She looked like she was barely eighteen. My angels had to be at least eighteen because of various laws. If she was already in college then she met one requirement, and she certainly had the body for the job. That met criteria number two.
We talked all afternoon. I learned that her father had been black and her mother white. She had a part time job in Marseille, but was sitting out this semester from her school because of financial troubles. She was eighteen, but had started school when she was seventeen because of her better than average grades.
Emmanuelle was easy to talk to and she was easy to laugh. When she laughed she had a wonderful smile. I full in love with her accent. I had never heard one like it before and I thought it was the coolest thing I had ever heard. She would be a perfect angel for me, a good replacement for Kelly. But I wondered how I could go about asking her if she wanted the job. I had never done this before and felt awkward. My uncle had been the man, and undoubtedly knew all the ins and outs of employing an angel. I was just starting to learn.
"You're not use to the French beaches yet, are you Charlie?" Emmanuelle asked giggling, her knees tucked up in front of her as she sat in the towel.
"Actually I am use to this," I lied to her. "Why do you ask?"
She just laughed and pointed.
I was sitting cross-legged on the beach blanket and as I talked with her my erection had hit high water mark, pointing up at the sky with pride. I looked down at it and was immediately embarrassed. What would she think of me? How would I hide it? Unfortunately my hands cupped over my groin would not begin to do the trick.
"You are either awfully horny, or don't get laid much," she said.
"To be honest a nice young lady gave me a blow job just a few hours ago. So I guess that just makes me horny."
"Interesting," was all she said and I let it go at that.
She sat cross-legged and poured us a rum drink she had in a cooler. There was no way I could not see. There was no way I could keep from looking. Her vaginal lips were in full view and slightly parted. I could see a sheen of perspiration from the pink between them.
As the day wore on and night started to fall, I saw many more people start to come to the beach. All were nude. The girls were young and incredible. The guys were young, and I guess they were incredible too, all though I really didn't notice them all that much. However, I did notice that none of them seemed to have my problem with a runaway penis. They must have come to these types of places more often.
Some were eating or drinking. Others were playing beach volleyball. Most had arrived alone, as this was not really a couple's spot. However, there was a friendly camaraderie in the atmosphere, and I felt a building excitement.
One group built a big bond fire and it seemed like everyone was flocking to this spot.
Jacques came back up on the beach with his two friends and found Emmanuelle and me. "I see you have made a beautiful new friend," he said. "Come and join us over at the bond fire. That is where all of the action will be this evening – if you know what I mean, hey?"
"Let's go," I said to Emmanuelle.
"You go ahead," she said looking down and bringing up the towel to cover herself. "I have to be leaving now." She got up and started gathering her things. I felt that she was self-conscious at her nudity for the first time. While all afternoon she had been perfectly ok about it. I got up too, my cock dangling between my legs, and helped her pick up her cooler.
"I don't even know where you are staying?" I asked.
"We'll see each other around."
"I wanted to ask you something, but I really don't know how," I stammered. "Why don't you come on down to the bond fire? I have some other friends who will be here later and I want you to meet them."
"Was one of them the girl who gave you head this afternoon?"
"Yes. She is one of them. That's what I wanted to talk to you about Emmanuelle; I want to offer you a job."
"A job?"
"But not just any job," I said, not wanting to offend her with details at this point, but also not wanting to let her get away. I guess I had kind of grown use to looking down between her long legs all afternoon, and I didn't want to loose the sight now. "The pay is very-very good. There's world travel. It's hard to explain the details. I was hoping maybe the other girls could talk to you."
"Well," she said hesitating, and I took this to be a good sign. "I've never done the swingers thing. That's what the bond fire is, you know. Just a big orgy."
"I really didn't know. I've never been here before," I said as we walked down the beach headed in the general direction of the fire. A big orgy, huh? This could definitely be interesting I thought.
Just then my three angels came running down to join us from the other end of the beach. They were all three naked, and their bodies in the moonlight were very intoxicating. They all jumped on me to hug and kiss me. My dick had now gone out of control and brushed all of their bellies and thighs as they took hold of me. Sabrina reached down and took it in her hand to lay it up against my stomach as she necked with me.
"Hello, angels," I greeted them. "I want you all to meet Emmanuelle."
The four naked girls greeted each other on the beach, but Sabrina held my cock back for me all the time. I was very grateful for her light touch at that moment.
"Emmanuelle, this is Sabrina, Jill, and Kelly. It is Kelly who will be leaving my employment soon and her position you would be filling should you decide to accept my offer. Think of this as an informal interview. You already have my vote, but my three angels have veto power in the matter. Since you will becoming a part of our family it is important that we all get along and like each other."
"Come on Charlie," Jill said leading me by my arm as Sabrina still held me by my engorged cock. "They're having a big party over here at the fire. I don't think we want to miss this one."
There were more women than men at the party. I would say there were about twenty women and maybe a dozen men. Music was playing and everyone was dancing. I was twenty-five and probably the oldest person on the beach. I thought I was in good shape but some of the guys looked like they were competing for the Mr. World title. They were ripped and I hate to say it but several were better endowed even than yours truly.
The women were all from different countries, and all had different complexions and hair. Some were short and thin with long hair. A few were tall with short hair. All had tightly muscled and flat stomachs. Some were shaved; others had a jungle growing between their legs.
"Come and join me, Charlie," Jacques said stepping up to me. I looked down and saw that he had a big boner protruding from between his legs. He had a small body but a big cock that looked all the bigger as it stuck out from his angular frame.
Jacques led me to a sand dune at the very center of the party. A petite Italian girl was bent over the dune that reached just to her mid section. Her butt was sticking in the air, and I could see her parted pussy hanging between her legs.
"I got her warmed up for you," Jacques told me and motioned me up to the girl's ass.
Maybe it was the rum I had been drinking all afternoon with Emmanuelle, or maybe it was the scent coming off the fire… I wonder what was in that fire anyway.
Before I knew what was happening to me I was standing up behind the girl and thumping her good with my hard on. I noticed that a Swedish guy was standing on the other side of the dune and she was giving him a blow job.
A gorgeous teenaged French girl stood down the dune from us and I withdrew from the Italian and moved over to her. She was on her back and as soon as I moved to her she spread her legs for me. I got between her legs and we rutted like dogs for the next few minutes.
I noticed that Jacques was now ramming it good to the Italian girl next to us. There were also more girls lining up down the sand dune and all the guys had lined up with them to get a piece. Most of the guys were going from girl to girl.
I looked around for my angels. They were not a part of the orgy, but instead sat back by the fire and watched. I think I was fucking a German girl up the ass when I caught sight of Emmanuelle. She waved to me. I waved back. She was sitting on the ground with my other angels and they were talking and bonding. This was a good sign. I hoped that they would all like Emmanuelle and that Emmanuelle would like them. I also hoped that Emmanuelle would understand my offer, not be offended by it, and might even accept it.
I watched as the four girls began to kiss each other. Kelly was French kissing Sabrina and Jill had climbed between Emmanuelle's outstretched legs and was eating her out nicely.
I was on my back on the ground by that time. A little Dutch girl was riding my cock and screaming with a loud orgasm. Another girl, I think it was the blonde headed Spanish girl, was between my legs licking my balls.
Jacques came up next to me and held his cock out to the Dutch girl who was riding me. She took his cock expertly in her mouth and began to deep throat him.
"You like our little party? No?" Jacques asked me as the Dutch girl worked on both of us.
"I want Emmanuelle to become one of my angels," I said, all though my voice was a little strained from my current activity. "Can you have the papers drawn up for her by tomorrow?"
"Yes, leave it to Jacques," he said, his hands on his butt as he let the Dutch girl devour him. "I will take care of everything for you, Charlie."
"I don't know if she'll accept yet, but I want everything to be ready in case."
"I think she will accept," Jacques said with a laugh and nodded his head to the angels and Emmanuelle. "Look over there."
Sabrina and Kelly were still going at it. Sabrina had one of Kelly's erect nipples in her mouth, and Kelly was holding on tightly to Sabrina, her hands roaming up and down her back. Jill was still eating out Emmanuelle. But the amazing thing to me was that Sabrina and Kelly were sitting on top of Emmanuelle. She was on her back, and Sabrina was positioned right over her mouth with her female opening.
Emmanuelle was squirming around on the sand, as Jill would not give her any mercy, licking and sucking at her clit. However, this did not prevent her from seeing to Sabrina's pleasure. She had Sabrina in spasms as she stuck her tongue repeatedly up inside of her. I knew that Sabrina normally could not get off with a woman, too. So this was quite a good job Emmanuelle was doing.
At last Sabrina climaxed and she literally fell off of Emmanuelle's face and back into the sand. The sand clinging to her petite, Asian body, as she lied there panting from her orgasm. This meant it was Kelly's turn and she hoped onto Emmanuelle's willing mouth and spread her legs, slowly lowering her clit to Emmanuelle's tongue.
I could see Kelly's face contort as she experienced the tip of Emmanuelle's tongue penetrate her and lick her from the inside. Kelly opened her mouth wide and threw back her head. She began to rotate her pelvis around Emmanuelle's face. I could see the wet on Emmanuelle's olive colored face glistening in the moonlight. Kelly's juices were flowing freely from between her legs.
Finally Kelly fell off Emmanuelle much like Sabrina had done a few minutes before. Kelly and Sabrina hugged each other in the sand next to Emmanuelle and were both in a state near unconsciousness.
Now Jill kissed her way up Emmanuelle's long nude body. The sight was a strange one. Jill was so short and Emmanuelle so tall. Emmanuelle took Jill in her arms and both girls kissed long and hungrily on the lips. Emmanuelle's face was covered in the pussy juice of Sabrina and Kelly, and Jill's face was covered with Emmanuelle's cum.
Soon Emmanuelle was reaching between Jill's legs. Then she was repositioning herself on the ground to bring Jill's butt around to her face. Jill was squirming and crying and giving Emmanuelle a hard time. I knew Jill well enough to know this is how she did when she was on the brink of climax. Emmanuelle gently handled Jill, and finally settled her little body down enough to spread her thighs. She came up under Jill, and I think the first part of Jill her tongue got was Jill's asshole. Needless to say Jill went wild and her screams echoed in the night. But there was a lot of activity on that beach by this time and so the moans of my angel just drowned in with the rest.
Emmanuelle thoroughly cleaned Jill's under section. Starting with her anus she moved forward to her female fold. She held Jill firmly and forced her into multiple climaxes as she used both fingers and tongue on her, thoroughly invading both her openings.
When Emmanuelle finally let Jill go the little California blonde crawled on her belly in the sand and fell into the waiting arms of Kelly and Sabrina. All three of my angels had been satisfied. It was almost as good as if I had done it myself. I was very impressed with Emmanuelle, and I now was not too worried as to whether the angels would accept her or not. After that performance they would probably castrate me if I didn't hire Emmanuelle.
All this time the little Dutch girl had been riding me and been experiencing her own climaxes. "Can you take over here?" I asked Jacques as I lifted the little Dutch girl from off my pole. "Suddenly I think my services are needed elsewhere."
"Well I think I can handle it," Jacques said, popping his cock from out of her mouth and pulling her cute little nude body up to him on the sand.
I got up and left Jacques and the Dutch girl, whose name I never discovered, trumping away on the sand. I tried wiping off the sand from my butt and legs, but then decided to hell with it, this was the beach and I was going to get sand on me. I reached down and cleaned off my cock head. I think I had already fucked eight girls that night. After the third I lost count. I had cum a couple of times, but I was still rock hard and as I went back down the beach I found it was even difficult to walk.
I felt like a primitive man as I walked naked down the beach past other couples fucking beside me. Girls I had just fucked straddling the muscle hunks or bending over to receive it up the ass. The strangest thing was that I didn't think or feel at that moment that any of this was strange. After I got into it this seemed like the most natural thing in the world.
Well, so much for my old conservative inhibitions. They had been blown far away since my first walking out onto that beach with Jacques that afternoon.
Emmanuelle approached me as I was trying to wipe off my dick. She was wiping off my angels vaginal secretions from her face and bowed to wipe off her own from between her legs.
She saw me and gave a cautious smile. This is the moment I had been waiting for. I returned her smile eagerly. My heart was thumping wildly in my chest as I approached her.
"I thought you didn't do the group thing?" I asked.
"Not with guys," she said. "I guess you already noticed that I like girls sometimes."
"How about guys?" I asked. "You like dick as well as pussy?"
"Depends on the guy and his dick."
I held up my cock in front of her. She looked at me for a long moment with out saying anything.
"I can't believe he's still standing up after all you've put him through tonight," she said and lightly took hold of my erection with her right hand.
"I've been getting well acquainted with Europe tonight."
"Is it like this with you all the time, Charlie?"
"No… Well maybe… I don't really know."
"The girls told me you have only been rich for a few weeks."
"That's right. I don't know what I'm doing right now. My uncle wanted me to continue with his life. The central part of his life was his angels. The reason I came here wasn't to fuck those other girls back there. The reason I came here was to find you."
Now she came fully up to me. My cock was still in her hand. For the first time her tits grazed across my chest. She was slowly starting to rub my cock as she looked in my eyes. We kissed briefly on the lips. She held my shaft flat along her belly, and her pubic hair tickled my balls as we kissed. I liked it because she was almost as tall as me. Not too many girls were of this same height.
"You're going to get a sperm bath if you keep doing that," I said as I kissed around her dark face, moving one of her braids back from her forehead.
She ran past me and I followed her. The Mediterranean water was warm as it lapped up against our feet and legs. She took my hand and led me out deeper. The water soon covered us up to our waists, her ample and well shaped bosom still visible above.
Now I took her fully to me holding her from behind and at her buttocks. We kissed. Her mouth tasted so good, and I suspect I could taste my other three angels vagina's in Emmanuelle's mouth as I kissed her now. She was aggressive in her love of me as well and held me tightly to her, pressing our two bodies together.
She jumped up to me and swung her legs around my waist. Before I even knew it I was inside her and she was ramming her pelvis to mine, fucking me up and down my engorged shaft. We both started to swing our hips into each other. Our rhythm developed. When I arched forward to penetrate her she would swing forward with her legs wrapped around my butt and slam into me with equal force.
She was moving hard and fast, at one point I was afraid my dick was going to break right there in the middle of the Mediterranean. At first I thought maybe this was her way of giving me a get acquainted fuck, but I soon learned this was just her way of making love.
Her mouth was over mine, her tongue inside my mouth, and we were still French kissing as we rutted in the water. After awhile we had actually made progress back towards the shoreline and as soon as I saw sand beneath my feet instead of waves I bent over and slammed her to the ground. Never leaving her tight opening for a moment I fell on top off her and my cock slammed into her another couple of inches as her back hit the ground.
She began to moan beneath me and I gave it to her with all of my strength, which surprisingly, considering all of my prior activity was still considerable. She pounded back against my groin in a rage of her own. I felt as if we were in a contest of chicken – only this contest was to see who would say "Cum!" the first.
I don't know how long we had at each other. The water was splashing around us. We were both yelling at the top of our lungs. I really don't have a clue as to whether this went on for two or three hours or only twenty or thirty minutes. I never wanted it to end. I don't think she did either.
Finally I was the one who lost the battle. I arched on her and reared back to thrust up into her, and as I did so I felt my balls hit against her buttocks. I cried out as I felt an explosion of cum rocket down into her womb. I kept pounding her, and more and more blasts of semen spread out of me. Her vagina was contracting around me as I pounded her.
Then after another few minutes, minutes in which my orgasm seemed suspended over time (this one was definitely a ten on the Richter scale) I just collapsed on top of her. I felt her put her arms around me and hug me to her.
"I accept your job offer, Charlie," I heard Emmanuelle say and then I passed out and don't remember a thing for the rest of the evening.
I awoke the next morning back in my suite of rooms at the mid priced resort Jacques had gotten for us. How I got back from the party cove the night before I never found out. I guess the angels had come to the rescue and found a way to drag me back.
I was lying naked under the covers of the king sized bed. I was alone in the room and the doors to the patio were open, and I could see the beach and the Mediterranean beyond the patio. Another beautiful day had dawned outside while I had been passed out.
My head felt funny. I didn't have a headache exactly. In fact the feeling I had could have almost been described as pleasant, but was mostly just unusual, one I had never quite experienced before. It was like a part of me was still out in the Mediterranean with Emmanuelle. I could almost still hear the waves and feel the hard racking of our two bodies against each other.
I showered for over half an hour that morning and then got dressed for the first time in almost twenty-four hours.
Walking out the patio doors I strolled down onto the beach. Sabrina was the first one I saw. She came to me and we gave each other a hug. Then Jill and Kelly greeted me. The angels led me over to a table on the beach where a waiter was serving breakfast. I sat down and felt incredibly hungry. From the way the angels dug in I could see they felt just as hungry as I did. Amazing what I night of fucking on the beach will do for your appetite.
About half way through breakfast Jacques brought Emmanuelle up to our table. I stood up to take her in. This was the first time I had ever seen her with her clothes on. She was magnificent. Tall and slender, her posture was erect and almost regal. She wore a white cotton dress that fit her snuggly, and a big white beach hat from under which flowed her long braided hair.
"Charlie," Jacques told me as he sat down carrying a sheaf of papers. "You have a new angel."
"Welcome to the family, Emmanuelle," I said taking her hand and giving her a kiss.
"I'm happy to be with you, Charlie," she said in that sexy accent of hers. "But tell me something?"
"Anything, angel?"
"How are the four of us ever going to top last night?"
I looked around at Sabrina and Jill and then to Emmanuelle. "I think we will have to try. Something tells me there may be many more adventures ahead of us, angels…"
Later I took the three girls back to my penthouse in New York. But that's another story...
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