Date: Thu, 18 Apr 2024 06:21:55 +0200 (CEST)
From: phillippelepervert@tutamail.com
Subject: Fucking the French, Chapter Three

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As usual, please consider this story a pure fantasy. Warning, it contains
incest, underage sex, and French people. Please do not fuck your kids, no
matter how much they beg.
Cheers,
Phillippe

(M/B ,M/G, M/M, M/W, W/B, W/G, W/M, W/W, B/B, G/G, B/G)
Chapter Three

There's nothing sexier than a young boy in a sweat-soaked wrestling
singlet. Trust me on this -- if you haven't had the pleasure of enjoying
such a sight in person, it really is hot as fuck. Especially when you
know that you'll soon be peeling the boy out of that singlet to suck his
stiff little cock.

These are the thoughts I had as I ran down the beach trailing after my
son Joey. I didn't realized that he'd packed one of his singlets until we
dressed to take our now-habitual morning run. Joey had slipped into his
tight gray and black competition singlet and his running shoes while I'd
pulled on my compression shorts and a tee shirt. We'd slept in quite a
bit later, adjusting to the time difference, and hadn't began our run
until the sun was up, so I left the salt-stained sweatshirt behind as we
ran in the rays of the dawning light. Joey's spectacular ass was even
more magnetic in the shiny tight lycra of the suit that hugged every
curve of his sexy pint-sized body.

After circling the resort and running up the beach and back, we had
stopped by the village bakery for fresh croissants and bread, then walked
back to our cabin, cooling down in the dappled light underneath the tall
evergreens.  As we turned into our narrow lane, I heard the squeaking of
bike tires and rattle of a chain and looked up to see Marc Du Gard
bearing down on us in the soft morning luminescence. He was naked except
for his trainers and socks, and as he approached, he nodded in greeting.

"Salut  Monsieur Jeff! Salut Joey!" he cried out in his tremulous boy's
alto as he fell in next to us. We turned into the cabin's driveway, and
the French boy dropped his bike on the lawn and stepped over. He looked
especially handsome this morning, his long dark-brown hair blown back
behind his prominent ears from his morning bike ride, his slim,
sun-coppered body glinting with the slightest sheen of perspiration,
green eyes flashing as he smiled with his soft pink lips, wetted as his
tongue darted out to lick them. The twelve-year-old was a perfect
specimen of a fit boy on the precipice of puberty, and I could feel my
cock plump up against the inside of my tight shorts.

"Salut Marc" I replied. What brings you here so early on this beautiful
morning?"

"My mum" the boy piped up. "She wanted to invite you and Joey to come by
for lunch to pay you back for you feeding us all yesterday."

"She owes nothing for it, but we'd love to join you and your family for
lunch."

"Oh, papa has taken the girls into Bordeaux this morning to make a
shopping trip but I will let her know that you wish to join us boys for
lunch" he replied politely.

"Will you have breakfast with us Marc?"

"Of course, if that is acceptable."

I smiled my widest smile at the lovely lad, my boy-loving heart missing a
beat as I contemplated the cutie, one long-fingered hand resting on one
tanned hip as he looked up at me, the long vee of his crotch pointing at
his slim organ that dangled, well tanned, between his legs. He was a
truly breathtaking youth, like both his brothers.

"I'll make us omelettes. Take a shower Joey, you stink from our run" I
said with a teasing smile.

"Not as much as you Daddy!"

As my son peeled out of his singlet without the slightest modesty to step
over to the outdoor shower, I stepped inside the cabin and started
whipping up something for us to eat. In five minutes I carried out a tray
with three omelettes (my specialty), croissants with strawberry jam and
creamy Isigny butter, and fresh orange juice and coffee. I found the two
boys sitting at the outdoor table next to each other, whispering
conspiratorially. Joey giggled and Marc glanced over as I set the tray
down, then peeled off my own shorts and stepped over to also shower under
the sun.

Both boys dug into their breakfasts with the voracity of their youth and
by the time I sat down they were practically finished. I ate my eggs and
pastry as they sat quietly, the two of them waiting patiently for me to
finish.

"What would you like to do today Joey?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just play with Marc and his brothers. And maybe go swim in
the ocean."

"That would be nice indeed. You seem to have a good time with Marc and
his brothers" I said with a wink at my son.

"Yeah, they are awesome!" Joey enthused as Marc barked a sharp laugh. I
think he understood the subtext, even in English.

I gathered up the dishes and rose to carry them back into the house. My
cock had plumped up into not quite a semi-hard state, but certainly
filled out. Marc stared at it unabashedly as I rose. Both boys got up and
followed me back inside as I dropped the dishes into the sink.

"Dad..." Joey asked, a bit of nervousness in his voice. I kept my back
turned for a moment as I unloaded the tray, and then slowly turned
around.

"Yes, son?"

"Marc has a question for you" he responded, eyeing the French boy, who
blushed under his deep tan.

"Uh..." he said in English. " Monsieur Jeff, I will like to ass you..."

"I would like to ask you" I corrected.

"Ah, yes. I would like to ask you..."

"Yes, son. What is your question?"

"Um, so, um, we came, my brothers and me, we came ze other day after
dinner to see Joey and we, well, um, we looked into the window..."

"You looked into the window of our cabin? You mean you spied on us?"

"Spied?"

"Espionné"

"Ah, no! No, we only, by hazard..."

At this point I was thoroughly enjoying torturing the handsome young
stud.

"You looked into our window, and what did you see, Marc?" The boy blushed
even deeper, but then looked up, his defiant green eyes locking with
mine.

"We saw you fucking Joey, Monsieur Jeff. You were fucking 'is mouth and
also 'is ass."

"Ah. So you saw us in our private moments. Well, so?" I responded, eyeing
him back. I wasn't about to let anyone, not even an unbelievably cute
French boy, back foot me.

"What do you want, Marc?"

"I want you to fuck me like this also, Monsieur Jeff."

I waited an excruciatingly long moment, regarding the boy impassively.
Then I turned to my son. Joey nodded enthusiastically.

"You are alright with this, son?" I asked him tenderly.

"Oh yeah dad! We planned it!"

I turned back to the handsome pre-teen, then stepped forward. My cock had
sprung to life and was rising, brushing against the boy's belly as I
leaned over and kissed him, deeply. He tasted of strawberry jam and boy
breath and I loved it. Marc returned the kiss expertly, sliding his
tongue into my mouth. After a moment, I stood up and looked down into the
boy's face. He looked up at me eagerly and licked his lips. I took him by
the back of the neck, spun him around, smacked his ass playfully and
guided him back towards the bedroom, my son following behind, stroking
his rock-hard boy nail as he walked.

When we got into the bedroom, I pushed Marc back onto the bed and did
something I'd wanted to do since I first laid eyes on him at the pool --
I licked the length of his cock, four inches of slim, uncut, tanned boy
meat. Then I took the head into my mouth and sucked it down to the root.
Marc sighed a loud sigh of satisfaction. I slurped up an down his tasty
twelve-year-old peen three times, and then stood up, my mancock jutting
out straight from my groin. The eager boy looked up with lust in his
eyes, then flipped up onto his knees and crawled up to the edge of the
bed, reaching out for it with one of his slim-wristed hands. He then
looked up into my eyes and obscenely licked my cockhead with his pink
tongue, his cute face framed around my fat sausage. Marc smiled a wicked
smile and then opened his lips and, in one fluid movement, swallowed me
all the way down. It surprised the hell out of me, the way he went all
the way to my trimmed pubes, my cockhead swelling his throat. He held it
there a moment then slowly pulled out, his tongue working my underside,
then went back down. The youngster was giving a master class in giving
head.

"Fuck" I moaned, and looked over at my son, furiously beating his meat,
his hand red with the tight grip he had on the skinny prick rising almost
vertically from his pale crotch. His eyes were huge as he watched his
young friend sucking his daddy's dick.

"Get the lube, son" I barked at Joey. He jumped over and opened the
bedside table, one hand never leaving his boner as he continued to
stroke, walking back and handing me the bottle. I looked down at the
French boy and he understood, and got up on his knees then swung around.
He bent over and reached back, spreading his cheeks to reveal his red
pucker, already winking open at me. I poured some lube onto my fingers
and reached out and slid two fingers around his hole, wetting it. Marc
moaned and shuddered, looking over his shoulder at me. He nodded his head
in consent, and I poured a stream of lube onto my cock, running my hand
up and down its fat length. My meat glistened as I reached up and grabbed
Marc around the waist, pulling him back roughly to the edge of the bed.

"Are you sure you can take it, boy?" I asked him.

"Go ahead!" he responded. "Yours is the same size as my brother's."

I thought about the implications of what he had said and my meat leapt
between my legs. I lined it up and reached back to spread the boy's
cheeks. He was tanned everywhere except deep within the crack of his ass
and along his taint. It was sexy as fuck, to see this nudist kid exposing
his narrow strip of pale skin to me. I didn't need any more of an invite
than that, and with a sigh I popped my mushroom tip into his ring, which
expanded expertly for me. The boy knew how to take a dick, and I felt him
relax and open up. With my hands back around his waist I pulled him
slowly to me, driving my dick in deep.

"Dude" Joey whispered. "Oh dad... that's so hot!"

"It feels so good, son."

I pulled my dick back until only the head remained, and then slid it back
in. Marc wasn't as tight as Joey, but his tiny boy ass was still
obscenely stretched by my fat stalk. As I went back deep, the boy grunted
a low animal grunt of pleasure and wiggled his ass, increasing the
sensation. I held myself deep in him and moved my hands up to his chest,
reaching under and grabbing his puffy brown nipples, which I squeezed
gently. His asshole twitched and he let out a long moan at the tugging on
his boy tits. The mattress bounced as Joey leapt up onto the bed. My son
knelt down and thrust his crotch forward, offering up his nail, slightly
reddened by the recent sun, to his friend to suck. Marc gobbled it down
greedily as Joey started fucking his face.

I fucked the young French boy deeply as my son spit-roasted him. Marc was
panting, deep in the fuck haze now, his ass ring quivering on my dick as
he trembled with excitement. I ran my huge hands up and down his body,
then reached under and grasped his stiffy. He moaned and I felt him
instantly shaking in orgasm. A couple of drops of wetness squirted across
my fingers. I held up my hand and looked at the glistening liquid. It was
clear as water, and I licked it off my fingertips. He was already making
pre-cum if not the full cream. It tasted delicious. I grabbed his waist
again and started thrusting harder as Joey started to shake at the boy's
head.

"Ugh! Ugh! I'm coming!!!!" my boy declared in his high cracking soprano.
"Ugh! That's so good! Oh. Oh! I'm coming twice!!!!" Joey shook again,
thrusting like a piston on Marc's mouth. He sighed deeply and fell back
against the headboard. I pulled my cock from Marc's ass and crawled
across the bed, falling onto my ass next to my boy and putting one of my
muscled arms around my boy's shoulders. My cock, still rock hard, pointed
at the ceiling.

"Ride me, boy" I barked at Marc.

"Oui Monsieur!" he replied submissively. Marc stood up and stepped over
my legs, then squatted over me. He looked me in the eyes as he reached
back with one hand and found my cock, lining it up and finding his hole.
His ring stretched and he sighed and started to settle down. His still
lubed ass slid down my pole, consuming me into his heat. I grunted with
pleasure as he settled onto me, his feet on either side of my hairy
thighs. He started flexing his calves and thighs, riding up and down on
me. Marc leaned in and started kissing me. I sucked his tongue for a
while, then turned my head and kissed my son deeply. Joey leaned in and
all three of us kissed together, tongues lapping at each other. After a
moment, Marc leaned back and closed his eyes, concentrating on riding my
cock like an obscene kid-sized cowboy.

I looked down at Joey. "Do you like this, son?" I asked.

"Oh dad. It makes me so horny" he replied, looking at me eagerly. I had
been worried that Joey might be jealous to see me dicking another boy,
but it turned him on so much that he was only thinking with his little
head. He was a live wire, his entire body thrumming with sexual tension,
panting with excitement, and as I watched, Joey climbed over and bent
down, his head going behind Marc. The next thing I knew I felt his tongue
on my balls, then licking up the bottom of my shaft as Marc went up and
down on it. He was licking our fuckpoint, adding an extra sensation to
our coupling. Then he slipped his head around and started sucking Marc's
boycock. The French lad went into another orgasm and I felt his hole
again flexing against me.

"Oh fuck" I mumbled. "Oh fuck. That's so good. Oh fuck!" Joey's tongue
went back to my balls and then back to my shaft.

"Here it comes!" I yelled out. "Fuck! Take my load!"

I felt a small hand wrap itself around my shaft, and as Marc lifted
himself off me, Joey yanked my cock out of the other boy's ass just as I
started to shoot. I saw the first load leap into the air, and then my
boy's familiar lips wrapped around my head as he sucked the rest of my
loads into his mouth. Four, five, six spurts and I could feel the rest
dribble out onto his child-sized tongue. As my cock settled, Joey pulled
his mouth off of me and climbed up onto his knees. He leaned forward and
kissed Marc, sharing the load. Then both boys leaned forward, tongues
mixing with mine to share my own cum back with me.

"Daddy" Joey panted, out of breath from our vigorous fuck session.

"Yes son?"

"Threesomes are awesome!"

"Vive les threesome!" Marc added.

"Oui" I enthusiastically agreed. "Vive les threesome!"

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