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Philippe, 'more slowly now. Ze blood it is flowing and we
must listen to ze needs of ze body.'
    Petra had
trouble stifling a laugh but Cassie's rapt expression reminded her
of her obligations. The redhead looked a trifle daft, twirling
around on one foot in her bra and pants, but there was no doubt she
was giving her all.
    In one
surprising movement Philippe seized Cassie around the waist and
lifted her off the floor as if she were a two-year-old. He reversed
her in mid-air and suddenly she was upside down clinging to the
solid trunk of his body. Petra pressed the little red button - this
was more like it.
    In this position, Cassie's legs were around the Frenchman's
neck and her arms encircled his waist, both of them nose to crotch
in a standing soixante-neuf . 'How appropriate,'
thought Petra, now finding her attention fully engaged.
    Beyond holding
a half-naked eleven-stone woman upside down, Philippe didn't appear
to be doing much. But below his waist his pupil was busy and, as
she glimpsed the thick wand of cock flesh that thrust from his
briefs into Cassie's face, Petra felt a stab of desire. Not that
there was any chance of her friend passing this particular baton -
half of it was already down her throat.
    Up top,
Philippe was now using his mouth on the pantied crotch in his face.
Petra marvelled at the way he first sucked Cassie through the
material and then eased aside the sodden gusset using just his lips
and tongue. Was this part of the famous Honeydew technique? she
wondered, or simply innate Gallic flair? Whatever it was, she knew
that it would be beyond her lover, Kelvin - more's the pity.
    The pair of
them had now subsided to the floor and Philippe was teasing
Cassie's exposed pussy lips with his tongue, licking the length of
her long, auburn-haired slit and then probing the tip into her
gooey depths.
    'Oh God,'
Petra heard Cassie groan as she responded to this treatment. 'I'm
going for my first - ah! Oh yes!' and her creamy buttocks began to
quiver in Philippe's broad hands. Cassie's legs opened and closed
in agitation around the Frenchman's neck. A lesser man would surely
have wilted under the pincering of those strong thighs but Cassie's
wild throes had no effect on his gentle lick, lick, licking along
her swollen labia. 'AAH!' screamed Cassie and twitched to a
climax.
    They rolled
apart and Petra was amazed to see that Cassie was consulting her
watch and scribbling on a piece of paper.
    'Have to keep
a record,' she explained to Petra as she shucked off her wet
panties and threw off her bra. Her breasts were full and pendulous,
with long scarlet points that stood up like loganberries. Petra had
never seen nipples like those before. What would they taste like?
she wondered, shocked that she would think such a thing. But shock
seemed an inappropriate reaction given the circumstances.
    Philippe had
stripped off too and was on his hands and knees, suspended above
Cassie's body. Petra watched in fascination as he lowered himself
till he was just inches above her and he began to move, from side
to side and up and down. It took her a moment to realise that he
was brushing her body with his cock, drawing the tip of his hanging
member backwards and forwards across the dimpled dome of her belly.
As he did so, he caressed the tips of her nipples with the great
slab of his chest, occasionally pressing down on her and then
pushing up to relieve the pressure. Petra wondered what it must be
like to be body-kissed by a man mountain who could crush you at any
moment.
    Certainly
Cassie liked it. She had hold of his teak-hard buttocks and was
thrusting her pelvis up at him, trying to work the head of his
elusive tool into the hungry hole between her legs.
    'Please,
please,' Petra heard her saying, 'put it in, Philippe. Fill me up
and fuck me. Oh please - OH!'
    Petra saw that
his great cock had nosed into her bush and with one flick of his
hips he was into her.
    'Oh my GOD!'
screamed Cassie and exploded into a flurry of jerks