Date: Tue, 27 Sep 2022 09:48:08 +0700
From: Bun Bunns <mrbunns@yandex.com>
Subject: God Bless France

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God Bless France (t/b, b/b, t/b/b, cons, oral, anal, first)

By Mr.Bunns

	Never once thought that an au pair program in Paris would allow a
black kid from the ghetto to join in, but here I am. God bless France!

  	The news came as a surprise for mama as well. Well, after she got a
good laugh out of it, of course. "Boy, have you lost yo' damn mind?" she
said once she was done laughing.

    	Yeah, I get what this looks like: a colored guy like me acting as a
manservant for a couple of white kids in France probably set us back a
couple of hundred years from reaching the Promised Land. She did come
around when I told them it was all free and I can even earn some money on
top of writing it in my college application. Any opportunity is better than
no opportunity for people like me, so when one presents itself we knew damn
well we better take it.

    	I didn't really know what to expect from Paris other than that
Netflix series about that lady moving to the city to further her career. I
also didn't know what to expect when the sponsors gave me a ride to the
Bernards' household, a nice little townhouse not too far away from the
downtown area that looked like it belonged in medieval times. What I did
know was that they were loaded when a round of introductions was made and
that their two boys were the sweetest looking white boys I've ever seen
when they were brought up to me.

    	Jean-Pierre, who liked to be called "J.P." thanks to American movie
influence, was ten-years-old and his baby brother Pierre was half his
age. Both had silky smooth brown hair, with Pierre's cut short high above
his ears and J.P's styled in those wavy-spiky deals trending with suburban
little white boys these days. They seemed to be cautious around a big burly
stranger like me, but J.P. did not hesitate to introduce himself in perfect
English though Pierre struggled with a few words while getting his
introductions out of the way.

	I was immediately told of my responsibilities around the residence:
it was a babysitting-slash-language learning via immersion gig for both
J.P. and Pierre. I was expected only to watch over them while everything
else such as their meals and clothes were to be taken care of by the day
staff. The only problem is that I would need to take care of their bath
time as well as some extra work on the weekends because the staff would be
off during those times.

	I assured Monsieur and Madame Bernard that I didn't mind the extra
work considering what I had to do to make ends meet back home. Of course,
that was before I found that boys everywhere are the same and would take
the chance to cut loose when parents are out of the way. They still
listened to me when I sounded upset of course, but J.P. would take every
opportunity to run around wild followed by Pierre happily laughing after
him while I chased the two little white apes around the house.

I found that J.P. loved to take the lead and Pierre was more than happy to
follow. The key to getting them to listen was for me to control J.P's
behavior. Of course, that didn't always work, and it wasn't until I
discovered their other boyish needs that I finally got them wrapped around
my fingertips.

    	It all started when I gave Pierre and J.P. their bath one night and
J.P. sported a kiddie wood over my gentle touch. Pierre had giggled over
how funny it looked, and most boys back in the States would've immediately
covered up in shame. Not J.P. as he laughed back and started teasing his
baby bro's dickie until he too had a hard little peg.

    	Now I ain't fancying myself a white meat chickenhawk, but something
about these two kids playing with each other without shame got me hard
too. J.P. was quick to notice and asked me if the stories about black
people in America having, in his words, "big zee zee" are true. Then Pierre
chimed in as well, and the next thing I know I got two little naked white
boys in the tub chanting, "Montre nous! Montre nous!" which my intermediate
understanding of French told me meant "Show us!"

    	Well shit, when in France, do as the French did!

    	Their innocent hazel brown eyes nearly popped out of their sockets
when I lowered my shorts and showed them my thick ebony zeezee. Soon
looking turned to touch, and touching turned to stroke as both boys studied
every vein on my dick like a pair of naked scientists. I knew shit like
this is what's going to land me in the headlines and not the good kind, so
after a few quick rounds of stroking I told them that's enough exploring
and finish their bath. I ended the night jacking off in my room and came
buckets while imagining J.P. and little Pierre whining and squirming while
impaled at the end of my dick.

    	Of course, that was not the end of it, as J.P. and Pierre became
very insistent on me to show them my dick every chance they get. I used my
stick as the stick in the stick-and-carrot rule: if they behaved for the
rest of the day and listen to everything I tell them, they get to see
Mister Zeezee at bathtime that night. Monsieur and Madame Bernard were
amazed at how quickly their boys warmed up to me and wanted to know what my
secret was.

    	If only they knew!

    	Naturally one night we grew bolder and it all started with
J.P. asking if my dick tasted like coffee because of its color. I jokingly
told him why not take a lick if he was so curious. To my surprise, he knelt
in front of me and jut out his tongue to start licking my piss slit and the
engorged toffee knob.

    	Pierre was tickled pink at the incredibly naughty act his brother
was engaged in. Didn't take long for J.P. to encourage his baby bro to
imitate what he was doing. Soon I got two naked little white boys kneeling
in the tub in front of me, their little pink tongues jutting out and
slobbering all over my black sausage to coat it with their saliva.

    	I knew my reason lost the battle against my lust a long, long time
ago. We ended up in my bed with Pierre sucking on his brother's cocklet, me
bobbing my head over Pierre's slim little peg, and J.P. choking on my cock
as it invaded his virgin little throat. I also gave Pierre a turn at my
massive tool, and the tiny little imp endured my assault on his esophagus
like a good little trooper thanks to his older brother's kind
encouragement.

    	This was the new nightly routine for us: I would herd them to the
bathroom after they were done with their homework, scrub down their perfect
porcelain bodies until they were squeaky clean, and take them to their beds
where all three of us would have some fun. I kept half-expecting the
Bernards to bust in to see me shoving my big black cock down their
firstborn's throat while having my tongue deep within the cracks of their
secondborn's ass. That never happened much to my delight, and our routine
went on uninterrupted for the better half of my first week staying there.

    	One Friday afternoon I brought the two imps home from school to
Monsieur Bernard announcing that he and his wife will be going off to a
distant relative's funeral in England. It was a last-minute thing and the
family had only managed to secure airline tickets for him and his
wife. J.P. and Pierre were obviously disappointed that they couldn't go
with their dear papa and mama, but they immediately perked up when I
reminded them that this meant we get to have some real fun for the whole
weekend.

    	The pair could barely contain their excitement as we have one last
meal together before their parents departed for the airport. Madame Bernard
kissed her two boys on the forehead and cheek before telling them to be
good and listen to everything that Andre, that's me, has to say. All three
of us secretly grinned at each other for she had no idea what she had asked
when she said that, and we watched from the front door as the tail lights
of their taxi disappeared down the road.

    	I didn't even have time to ask the two brothers what we are going
to do first tonight before they ran back into the house giggling at each
other. I closed and locked the door to follow the sounds of their laughter
all the way back to the living room. Once I crossed the threshold, I saw a
sight that made my dick hard instantly within the cramped confines of my
stone-washed jeans.

    	J.P. and Pierre were sitting side by side on an armchair with wide
smiles on their faces. The red armchair was built for one adult, but it was
large enough to fit two small children comfortably side by side. J.P. had
his hands hooked down around the waistbands of his pajama pants while
Pierre had lowered the front of his loose-fitting black shorts. Both were
exposing their dickies at me and both were naturally hard as a rock.

    	I licked my lips and accepted their invitation. I knelt down in
front of J.P's beautiful little fuckstick as the boy helpfully held down
his pajama pants for me. His slim pale rod twitched and twitched when I
breathed upon it and was stirring even more when I swallowed him whole. The
ten-year-old boy threw his head back to savor my mouth on his aching zeezee
when I did.

    	I reached over to fondle Pierre's stiff little twig. They were far
shorter and less pronounced than his older brother's but that didn't stop
him from enjoying my attention. He let out a sigh as his breathing became
deeper, watching my hands dance on his loins while he held down his loose
black shorts for me.

    	Soon it was Pierre's turn to throw his head back and mewl like a
kitten when I bobbed my head on his meager little stick. J.P. let out a
disappointed groan when I ravished his baby brother with my mouth and
tongue. My thumb and forefingers on his stiffie and the rest fondling his
taut little balls didn't seem to be enough for the horny ten-year-old.

    	That's when I told the two that I know a way to make them both feel
good. They listened to my instructions and raised their legs up to spread
their ass cheeks wide with zero hesitation. Their excitement turned into
unbridled lust when I coated my left and right middle fingers with my
saliva and slid them up their winking puckers.

    	Clearly, this wasn't the first time these boys had something up
their collective asses. I asked them about it and they told me that once a
month their family doctor would give them an enema for health
reasons. J.P. loved them whereas Pierre was a bit on the fence. Both
brothers agreed that my fingers jabbing their prostates were far better
than any enema.

    	I pulled off J.P's pajama pants and Pierre's loose-fitting black
shorts to get better access to their holes. Both boys now have two fingers
up their pretty pink anuses. Their dickies twitched miserably, craving my
attention.

    	I decided to make good on my promise and scooped their hips
together in my hands. Pierre's cute pink knob is now poking at the base of
J.P's twitching shaft. I licked my lips again before opening wide and
welcoming the two pink sticks into the familiar warm wetness of my mouth.

    	The two little boys whined and mewled their approval. Each time I
kissed their bald pubes I timed my fingers to reach the deepest parts of
their moist warm canals. Their skinny pale legs kicked about on the
armrests while I stole their innocence.

    	The brothers embraced each other for comfort while enduring the
dual assaults on their nether regions. Pierre instinctively puckered his
lips and suckled on J.P's nipples. The older sibling groaned with delight,
and I could feel his woodie twitch hard in my mouth as a result.

    	I eased off from rolling their dickies around in my mouth with my
tongue to ask them if they want to feel even better. The look in their eyes
told me they couldn't believe there was anything that felt even better than
this. I promised them there is, and took my fingers out of their loosened
holes.

    	Truth be told, I've only seen this in porn but it was just too good
of a chance to pass up. I picked Pierre up under his armpits to help him
straddle his big brother's rigid cocklet. I toyed around with J.P's zeezee
to make sure he stayed hard before taking aim at Pierre's rosebud and eased
the little boy down onto his brother.

 	Both boys had their eyes shot wide open and gasped in disbelief
though for different reasons. J.P. couldn't believe that he had his cock
deep in his baby brother's ass while Pierre couldn't believe that a cock up
his ass felt so good. The smaller boy squirmed around while his peg dick
twitched like crazy, and each time it did J.P. let out a long whine and
closed his eyes.

    	I let the brothers get used to each other for a bit before
instructing Pierre on what to do. The brown-haired imp followed them to a
T, planting his skinny legs on the couch cushion beside J.P's hips to
bounce himself on his older brother's lap. For his part, I told J.P. to
hold Pierre by the waist so that he doesn't fall over, but instincts took
over halfway through my instructions as J.P. did that all on his own.

   	 I don't know if the brothers were just born to fuck each other in
the ass or because they were French but they sure know how to show each
other a good time. Pierre had his tiny hands on J.P's shoulders and looked
down at his brother with the happiest smile on his face. Likewise,
J.P. held Pierre's slim waists and looked up to his younger sibling with an
unmistakable look of lust in his eyes.

   	 Fuck these two kids are so hot! My dick could barely take it
anymore, and I knew I had to get some action too. I unzipped my jeans and
hopped out of my boxers before kicking them aside. My dick was throbbing
and wet with pre, and I really need to shove this down a hole!

    	I worried for a second looking at J.P's available yet very small
hole. Sure he said he had his monthly enemas, but I doubt those nozzles
were as thick as beer cans. I decided to go at it slowly before placing the
tip on his entrance and pushing it in.

    	Naturally, J.P's eyes shot wide open and he whined that I was too
big. I offered him words of encouragement and promised to go slow. All the
while I told Pierre to keep bouncing on his brother to keep him
distracted. It worked, and I could feel his anal rings relaxing to allow me
in.

    	I pushed and pushed ever so slowly. Meanwhile, Pierre kept slamming
his cute little butt onto J.P's bald pubes. It took close to five minutes
before I buried my entire length in J.P's anus. I told him just as much and
he gave me a delirious smile, no doubt awash with pride for being able to
handle my fat cock.

     	I gave him time to get used to me before moving back and giving a
quick, sharp thrust forward. All ten of J.P's teeny tiny toes spread apart
while the boy gave a loud squeal like a stuck pig. Pierre giggled with
delight when I did it again, seemingly taking amusement in his brother's
ordeal. All brothers the world over are the same, I guess.

    	As my short jabs became one long continuous rapid thrust, Pierre
too doubled down on slamming his ass against his older brother's loins. It
became a sort of competition between Pierre and me, trying to see which one
of us can make J.P. squeal the loudest. The cheeky brat was giggling the
whole time in between his sighs of pleasure, delighting in gaining the
upper hand on his older brother who was twice in everything he was.

    	I knew I had to knock Pierre down a peg and stopped thrusting into
J.P. and eased out of his warm yet no longer tight hole. I then lifted
Pierre off of his older brother's dickie with both hands under his
armpits. The child looked up to me with a questioning look when I laid him
on the armchair cushion right next to his shuddering, whimpering wreck of
an older brother.

    	He understood immediately when I placed my big black dick, slicked
and shiny with a fresh coat of J.P's ass-juices, under his almost
nonexistent nutsacks. The kid was even tighter than his brother, the rings
of his anus resisting almost immediately. Pierre whimpered and whined
though he never once told me to stop, opting to close his eyes, scrunch his
brows, and bite his lower lip instead.

I knew I would break something if I kept forcing myself on him this way. I
told J.P. to get his baby bro to relax, and the older brown-haired sibling
instantly went down on Pierre with his mouth. The moment he swallowed the
modest stiffie and kissed Pierre's bald pubes the small boy sighed and
looked more content. I could feel him relaxing his shitter for just enough
for me to slide a couple of inches more.

	On and on it went with J.P. kissing Pierre's pubes yielding more of
my inches into his hot, incredibly tight hole. Finally, my pubes made
contact with his perky buns. The small boy was gasping and panting when he
looked down where the two of us were connected. The look in his eyes told
me he couldn't believe he managed to take all of my monster cock into his
tiny hole.

	I told him he was a really tough little guy for enduring all of
that. He was practically grinning from ear to ear when I said that. Pierre
then threw his head back and howled when I gave him a short sharp jab like
how I did it to his older brother.

	The child was reduced to a blubbering, whimpering mess when I
really started thrusting into his love canals. He was so small that my
thumbs nearly touched one another when I gripped his waist with my
hands. With his brother still bouncing his head up and down his meager
length while I punched up his immature prostate with my cock, little Pierre
looked like he died and gone to heaven.

	J.P. was first to reach nirvana though when after fifteen minutes
of working on Pierre's poor hiney I decided to give him a quick break. He
was on all fours looming over his brother while I pumped his guts like a
man possessed. The older sibling let out a prolonged whine before I felt
his anal muscles contract rapidly and a modest load of clear fluids shot
out of his pee hole onto Pierre's loose-fitting black and white T-shirt.

	The sweaty, flushed-pink little boy took one curious look at the
strange fluid on his belly before dipping his tiny little fingers in it. He
marveled over its sticky consistency before bringing it up to his mouth and
giving it a lick. Pierre seemed to like the taste because in mere seconds
he demanded I fucked him again so he can taste more of this new thing I
told him was called "cum".

	I swear these French kids are natural-born sluts!

	I told Pierre he was probably too young to even make cum. He pouted
and told me he's five now, not four anymore as if that would make any
difference. I ended up fucking him on his back again anyway because an
awakened pussy boy like him is far too good to squander.

	The armchair shook and shook as I piledrive into the boys one after
the other. What remained of our clothes was soaked with sweat, and I
slipped out of my T-shirt to throw it down onto the wood-paneled floor with
a wet splat. I then did the same with Pierre's black and white T-shirt and
J.P's cartoon-print pajama top. Both joined the scattered articles of
clothes that landed with a wet splat next to one another.

	I leaned down and scooped both boys into my arms to greedily
devoured their tongues. The brothers squirmed in my embrace, loving every
second of being utterly dominated in my vice-like grip. I slipped my cock
to an available hole and judging from J.P's surprise yelp it belonged to
him. He lolled his tongue and shuddered with each sharp thrust, though he
didn't get to relish it for long as it was Pierre's turn to yip in surprise
next.

    	The heat of our three entwined bodies was incredible. Sweat started
dripping down from our every pore and splattered onto the cushions. The
upholstery now has a deep stain where a pair of children had their
innocence stolen by yours truly. Still, I see no reason to stop pummelling
into Pierre's upturned baby butt and finger blast J.P's anus into oblivion.

     	I draped J.P. over the armrest, fucking into him with all my might
while letting Pierre facefuck me with two fingers jabbing his no longer
tight hole. I then had the youngest lean against the headrest before having
the oldest penetrate him, our three bodies moving as one with my pistoning
into J.P's hole setting the pace. Pierre was drooling onto the headrest and
J.P. sobbed tears of joy, stuck between his brother's perky buns and my
dick rearranging his guts.

    	The moment J.P came into his brother's ass I wasted no time setting
him aside and ramming hard into Pierre. The little boy wailed a litany of
gibberish as he closed his eyes and gripped my upper arm tight. The way he
hooked his legs around my waist told me that he was having too much fun to
be in real distress. This encouraged me to hammer into his hole even
harder, which was met by a high-pitched squeal of joy on Pierre's part.

    	I want the kids to remember this night for the rest of their
lives. I want these two lily white French children squealing at the end of
my cock to remember the black high schooler from the States taking their
cherries right here in their own living room. I want them to sit here once
I'm gone, watching cartoons on the TV, and instantly sported woodies when
they took one look at this armchair. I want their butts to tingle and end
with the two of them jumping each other when remembering the cock that had
shaped their anuses.

    	These wild thoughts running across my head did me no favors and I
felt the sauce boiling up in the base of my balls. Pierre was lying on top
of J.P. now, the brothers locked in a deep kiss while J.P. experienced an
intense kiddie climax for God knows how many times now. His muffled groan
while anal muscles contracting for God knows how many times now was the
final straw for me, and I slammed into his ass repeatedly before letting my
seeds rush up his innards.

   	 Gallon upon gallons of my cum coated the walls of his distended
anus. Some of them spurted out of his hole in rapid jets. Despite being
ten, he's still a little kid. There's no way his developing anus had enough
capacity to contain all of my sperm.

    	I tensed up and slammed into my pelvis against him a few more times
before calming down. I then carefully slid out of his butt to survey the
damage. J.P. was sprawled out whimpering while a steady stream of cum
flowed freely from his puffy hole. Pierre cooed with his head on his big
brother's chest while his distended anus tried and failed to pucker once
again. Both boys were drenched in sweat and had their eyes closed with a
weary expression, but there's no denying the smile that was playing on both
of their lips.

    	I looked at the clock and realized it was close to midnight. From
the time since they showed me their penises, I've been molesting these two
kids for close to four hours now. I wiped the sweat off my brow and
announced that it was time for them to get clean and go to bed. To my
surprise, the two boys staggered to get back up and told me they still want
to have some more fun.

    	I chuckled after realizing what I'm dealing with here. We have two
more days of this and the night has just begun. I once again shoved my cock
into Pierre's anus while his older brother fed the squealing little boy his
penis.

    	God bless France!

-End-