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From: "Andrew Cardinal" <cardinal@execulink.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Our trip to New Orleans RP (ff, mf, fmf, vamp? supernatural?)
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Date: Fri,  6 Aug 2004 00:10:06 -0400
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If you are under 18, what the hell are you doing here? This is for people
over 18 only, shame on you!! The law says you can't read this so FEAR THE
LAW!!! hahaha

This is a work of fiction. I encourage feedback.


            We left early Saturday morning, having dropped the kids off at
my parents the night before. We were finally on our way, a trip we had been
waiting for for 11 years. Deirdre had been especially excited, having fallen
in love with the city of New Orleans from afar while reading the works of
Anne Rice, her favourite author. We wanted to experience the city in all of
its eccentric glory without the commercially dehumanizing effect of a big
hotel chain, so we hunted the internet to find a nice cozy little bed and
breakfast in the French quarter operated by a couple named Genevieve and
Armand Thibodeau. It would be two days drive getting there, hopefully by
late Sunday evening, and then we would have the entire week before leaving
for home the next Saturday morning. We had planned to stop in southwest
Kentucky for the night as I have relatives there who could put us up. The
first days drive was tiring but uneventful and after a brief visit with my
aunt and uncle we hit the sack dreaming dreams of the week to come. We had
no idea what we were actually in for.



            We hit major construction the next day on I-65 between Nashville
and Birmingham, which delayed us substantially, and we did not end up
arriving in New Orleans until close to midnight Sunday night. Then we made a
wrong turn and spent another hour having that stereotypical couple fight
about getting lost while still trying to find the bed and breakfast. By the
time we arrived all the lights were out and we feared having to find a hotel
for the night, but when we knocked gently on the door a light came on and
Armand came to the door in his robe to let us in. He was tall and lean, with
a slightly swarthy complexion and short dark hair with just a hint of grey
at the temples that made me figure him for his late thirties. He made the
typical light-hearted comments about not thinking we were going to make it
but overall he was very good-natured about our tardy arrival. He showed us
quickly to our room and suggested we get some sleep and that the formal
pleasantries could be exchanged in the morning. We were absolutely exhausted
from all the travel and therefore very agreeable. Within moments we were
fast asleep in our very comfortable bed.



            The next morning we slept late and awoke to the spectacular
smell of food cooking in the kitchen. Deirdre and I quickly got cleaned up
and almost presentable before heading down to the kitchen to see what was
brewing and present ourselves to our hosts more properly. When we arrived in
the kitchen the most strikingly beautiful woman I had ever seen since I met
Deirdre greeted us. She had an exotic look to her, about 5' 6" with long
dark straight hair, dark eyes, high cheekbones and dark red lips, very thin
but full breasted and with a well rounded but petite behind. She was wearing
a short-but-not-too-short black skirt and a not quite sheer sleeveless
blouse and had strappy roman looking flat sandals on. Deirdre introduced
herself and offered to help with breakfast but Genevieve would have none of
it, saying it was our vacation and we should be relaxing. She showed us to
the dining room, which could easily have seated 20, and told us to sit,
enjoy the coffee, tea or juice, and she would serve breakfast shortly. We
sat and admired the beautiful decor in the huge old house. On the wall we
saw an old photograph, perhaps as much as 100 or so years old judging from
the hairstyle and clothing, of someone who looked exactly like Genevieve. We
wondered out loud if perhaps that was a long lost relative of hers, and if
we were the only guests at this time as we had seen no one else. Just then
Armand came into the room, and having overheard our conversation told us
that yes we were indeed the only guests and that the picture was indeed
Genevieve's great great grandmother. They had apparently had a very busy
mardi gras and some guests had stayed on for more than a month but the last
of the peak season guests had left two days before and they were looking
forward to a quiet period before the summer arrived.  I had a sudden chill
and wondered to myself why there were no pictures of anyone else, more
recent, anywhere to be seen. Breakfast arrived before I could pursue the
thought.



            After breakfast Deirdre and I asked for advice on what places
were worth seeing and which should be avoided and it turned out that
choosing a bed and breakfast had the additional advantage of our hosts being
locals who knew the ins and outs of the town we were in. Deirdre mentioned
that she was very into the Anne Rice novels and wanted to see some of the
authentic landmarks contained in them. Genevieve perked up and began to go
into a long and detailed description of many sites Deirdre might like to see
and why, she too was interested in the whole dark and mysterious side of New
Orleans. She also seemed quite interested in Deirdre herself. I could not
help but notice Genevieve, and to a lesser extent Armand and the way they
looked at my wife. Deirdre is a very beautiful and sexy woman, the finest I
have ever known, it was clear our hosts would not disagree. Interestingly
Deirdre mentioned to me later that she felt Genevieve was looking at me in
much the same way.



            Deirdre and I spent most of our first day checking out many of
the places Genevieve suggested. Deirdre was very intrigued by the cemeteries
with their above ground crypts. I was enthralled by the incredible
architecture from a time when the things were made to be both beautiful and
to last. The whole time we had this strange sensation like we were being
watched, it was eerie. A couple of times I thought I spotted Genevieve in a
crowd but we never got close enough to be sure. Every time I thought I had
seen her I got a strange chill, this was getting very strange, but I tried
to tell myself it was just my imagination and the fact I was in a strange
place getting to me. We returned to Genevieve and Armand's just after dinner
to find Armand alone in the living room having a glass of red wine. The room
was lit by only a pair of candles that were giving off a strange scent I
couldn't quite put my finger on. We asked where Genevieve was and Armand
said she had to go out for some supplies for the rest of the week Genevieve
came in shortly after us, looking very mysterious indeed. She was dressed
all in black, skirt, blouse, heels and all, as she entered she passed
through the shadows generated by the candles and looked almost, well,
frightening, definitely very mysterious anyway. She was a little out of
breath and she had nothing with her which seemed a tad peculiar. She asked
if we had a pleasant day and I wanted to tell her that she should know and
ask her where she had been, but Deirdre just said we had a great day and
thanked them both for their great advice on the city and its sights. We sat
and chatted about the day's events for a while and then Deirdre and I headed
for our room. After we were in our room and had settled for the night I
asked Deirdre if she found anything about Genevieve a little strange.
Deirdre said she didn't, that she found her maybe a little mysterious but
that was part of her womanly charms. I persisted briefly, saying it seemed
strange that she was out shopping for supplies but came home empty handed,
that she was out until just after we were, that we thought we had seen her
and that we had the feeling we were being watched. Deirdre told me I was
being paranoid and, still tired from our long trip and a day of sightseeing,
we went to sleep.



            The next couple of days passed without significant incident. The
sensation of being watched came and went from time to time, never letting me
feel completely at ease, I almost became 'used to it'. We spent some time on
Bourbon street, ate at Paul Prudhommes Cajun restaurant, took a trip across
the causeway to see what was on the other side (not much), went for a fan
boat tour of the areas south of the city where the nature reserves are and
took a trip along the Mississippi up to Baton Rouge to see some of the
history in that city. We even took a short day trip to South Eastern
Louisiana State University to watch their legendary football team in action
and enjoy some of the high quality H2O. Our days were very full and we had
little time to dwell on the strange feeling I continued to get every time we
were in the presence of Armand or Genevieve. We were both relaxed and well
rested having gone to bed early and then slept very well Monday and Tuesday
night and Deirdre was in the mood to experience some of the night life that
New Orleans is famous for. When we arrived back to the B&B on Wednesday
evening to get changed Armand was again in the living room with only the
candles burning but this time Genevieve was with him and we seemed to have
caught them at an unfortunate moment. Genevieve was straddling Armand's lap
while he sat in a chair, her blouse was open, her skirt hiked and she had
her face buried against Armand's neck. We quickly apologized and went
swiftly to our room, hoping not to have embarrassed them, or ourselves, too
much. When we got to our room. We were both giggling a little, but I
wondered out loud if it was not a set up, that they wanted us to 'catch'
them. Deirdre just laughed it off and told me to let my imagination  settle
down so I headed for the shower while Deirdre set out to figure which outfit
she should wear. I was sure to be out of the shower and half dressed before
her decision was final. Fifteen minutes later I was shaved, shampooed and
clean as a whistle, I wrapped a towel around my waste and opened the
bathroom door to find Genevieve sitting on our bed chatting and giggling
with Deirdre.



            "I just came up to apologize for our little display, we didn't
expect you back so early and I suppose we got a little carried away with
ourselves." Genevieve said.



            "Genevieve and Armand are going to join us tonight, Genevieve
insisted she knows all the best places to have a good time and promised to
show them to us tonight" Deirdre added. Genevieve looked up at me with a sly
little grin that Deirdre missed and again I had that strange feeling. She
got up and left the room saying that she had to let Armand know of the plans
so they could get ready. I just shook my head and said I figured we were in
for a very interesting night, then I got dressed and went to the living room
to wait. Genevieve and Armand emerged before Deirdre was ready, Armand
dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a light cotton sweater. Genevieve
was in her usual all black, and she was looking fine. Short black skirt,
black two inch heels, black stockings, black sheer blouse over a black
camisole, she had her hair slicked back and pulled tight like the girls in
that Robert Palmer video....'simply irresistible'. Armand made himself and
Genevieve a drink and offered me one as well, which I declined wanting to
keep my senses about me. Finally Deirdre came down the stairs and she looked
absolutely stunning. She was wearing a sleek dark green summer dress, cut
just above the knee with short sleeves and a low cut neckline and sandals
with just enough heel to accentuate her fabulous calves. Her hair was down
for once, flowing over her shoulders in a wave of auburn curls. I caught
Genevieve and Armand both giving her a thorough once over, not quite leering
but with approving eyes. Armand told us that we would be able to walk to our
destinations and off we went.



            The first place we came to was a jazz club, the music from the
live house band filling the walk in front. We went in and had a couple of
drinks, taking in the atmosphere and watching the comings and goings of the
patrons, a mixed group of ethnicity and status. After about an hour of toe
tapping, head bobbing and conversation Deirdre told Genevieve that she
really wanted to go somewhere where she could dance, and although the music
at that particular place was excellent, it was not her cup of tea, at least
not when she was in the mood to dance. Genevieve said that was no problem,
she felt the same way but she always liked to warm up at a jazz bar because
the music was so conducive to setting a mood. With that we all got up and
headed for the door.



            The next place we went to was a little more mainstream, we could
here the music thumping out a full block before we got there. It was the
typical top 40-dance type stuff, exactly what Deirdre was hoping for, not
necessarily what she would listen to at home, but when she is in the mood to
dance, the music had better match her mood. This place did. We worked our
way in to the bar through the packed in patrons, mostly looking like
college-aged men and women.... boys and girls really except for how they
looked, which was all 'adult'. We all got drinks and found some room to lean
on a railing near the dance floor and watch the young hard bodies grind and
move to the music. After a couple of songs Deirdre was antsy to get on the
dance floor so she downed her drink, grabbed Genevieve's shoulder and said
"come on let's go." Genevieve giggled, looked at Armand and I, shrugged,
downed her drink in one gulp and said "allons-y" all in a span of about two
seconds. Off they trotted to the dance floor where they managed to wiggle
into a spot about two square feet in size and started showing these young
folks how to really move.  Armand and I just enjoyed the show, our heads on
swivels trying to keep track of everything worth watching and occasionally
delivering a drink to our ladies so they could maintain their buzz as they
danced. They danced for hours, practically pressed up against each other as
they did, breaking only for the occasional trip to the ladies room. It was
very erotic to watch and I found myself becoming mesmerized. Eventually the
crowd started to thin out as the young folks moved on to other places, or
took their conquests for the night back to where ever it was they could find
to do their thing. With room to move Genevieve began moving like a seasoned
stripper, she was hot and exotic and she knew it, what men were left
couldn't take their eyes off of her. Deirdre tried to keep pace, she is no
slouch when it comes to dancing, but a little more inhibited when it comes
to public displays of herself. As the night wore on, Deirdre's inhibitions
diminished and she was moving and grinding right along with Genevieve.



            Finally the ladies began to tire and Deirdre asked if they would
mind if we went home. Genevieve and Armand were in full agreement and we
left to go back to the inn. We had a playful walk back. Genevieve asked
Deirdre if she knew the tradition in New Orleans regarding public flashing
during Mardi Gras. Deirdre said she did and then Genevieve hoisted her
blouse and camisole right in Deirdre's face, revealing an absolutely
gorgeous pair of breasts. Deirdre was caught off guard and stared until she
put her shirt back down. Finally Deirdre said "wow, you have beautiful
boobs, I wish mine were as nice."



            "Well I'd bet they are, but I'd have to see them to know for
sure" Genevieve replied, a slightly hopeful tone in her voice. Deirdre
laughed and shook her head in a 'no-way' motion. We all begged and pleaded
all the way home, Genevieve flashing a few more times to show her how 'easy'
it was, but Deirdre did not give in at first. I didn't care. I was getting
an eyeful of Genevieve and not minding a bit.



            Eventually as we approached the B&B Deirdre turned to us all and
said "ok you guys, I can't believe I'm going to do this, I must be really
drunk!" With that she grabbed the hem of her dress and hoisted it right up
over her head, revealing the fact that she had on no bra at all. Knowing my
wife as I do, I had to wonder if she didn't forget her lack of 'support',
showing her bra would be unlike her, showing the rest was unthinkable, and
incredibly hot. I was so turned on. Genevieve and Armand gave a rousing
ovation laced with hoots and whistles and a lot of laughing as Deirdre
lowered her dress. "Everybody satisfied?!" Deirdre demanded in mock
sternness.



            "Satisfied, I just feel teased now" Genevieve replied laughing.
Armand complimented Deirdre profusely and I just glowed with pride I am
sure. We went inside and said good night, Deirdre informing our hosts that
she was in a hurry to get me to bed. Genevieve took Deirdre's face in her
hands and looked her straight in the eye, it was bizarre, Deirdre's face
changed, she looked hypnotized. Genevieve kissed Deirdre lightly on the lips
and told her to make sure tonight was unforgettable. Deirdre giggled and her
head rolled back a little. Genevieve's eyes lit up as if seeing an
opportunity and she lunged forward, planting an open mouthed deep kiss on
Deirdre's neck. Deirdre's legs went weak under her and she fell into
Genevieve's arms. As the kiss ended, Deirdre's head came back up and she
straightened herself saying "well that was already pretty unforgettable" but
she was clearly still not in complete control of herself.  Genevieve took
Deirdre's hand and led her to the living room. She sat her on the settee and
began kissing her again, passionately. This time Deirdre returned the kisses
with her own wantonness. Armand had followed them into the room and sat in a
chair across from them, I stayed in the doorway, completely awestruck, with
no idea what to do except watch and be amazed. I feared Deirdre might be
doing something she would later regret, but she seemed completely into it
and in her current state of arousal, any objections I might voice would at
the least fall on deaf ears, at the worst turn her wrath on me for ruining
her pleasure. I kept my peace.



            The women continued kissing, their hands roaming each other's
bodies in curiosity and desire. Genevieve seemed obsessed with Deirdre's
neck, returning to kiss her there time after time. Each time she did Deirdre
seemed to tremble with.... pleasure...pain...it was difficult to be certain,
but all her other reactions were clearly ones of pleasure. Genevieve pushed
the sleeves of Deirdre's dress off of her shoulders and down, revealing for
the second time that evening my wife's (yes I am biased here) perfect
breasts. Genevieve took them in her hands, caressing them gently in slow
circles, avoiding the nipples until she had Deirdre moaning plaintively. She
then took one nipple in her mouth, swirling it with her tongue and nibbling
it gently. Deirdre held her head tightly and close until Genevieve released
her lip lock on the first breast and moved to suckle the other, licking and
kissing her way softly across Deirdre's chest. Deirdre was moaning loudly
now, her body writhing, her back arching, she clearly wanted more. Genevieve
was not one to disappoint, she slid one hand down beneath the hem of
Deirdre's dress and began teasing the insides of her thighs, slowly moving
towards the moist heat of Deirdre's swollen pussy. Deirdre let out a loud
yelp as Genevieve found and began manipulating the right spot while
continuing to suck on Deirdre's breasts. Slowly Genevieve began moving her
way down across Deirdre's tummy with her mouth, still expertly fingering her
through her panties to a high state of arousal but keeping her right on that
edge, not letting her cum. She pushed Deirdre's dress all the way down until
it was past her hips at which point she dragged it off of her and tossed it
aside. Without hesitation she then immediately hooked her thumbs in the
waistband of Deirdre's panties and disposed of them with deft grace. Leaning
back for a moment for a better view of the whole package, Genevieve's mild
Cajun accent thickened in the heat of the moment as she said "Deirdre, my
dear, you are so beautiful, I must have you." She left no opportunity for
response, just dove into Deirdre's dripping mound tongue first, lapping away
at her swollen clit now peeking its way out from its hood. Immediately
Deirdre began grinding her hips and screaming "Oh God yes, Oh God yes, yes,
yes!!!" It was not long before Deirdre was in the throes of a powerful
orgasm, she wrapped her legs around Genevieve's head and held her tight with
her hands until her spasms subsided and she continued to shiver and quake
after she released her grip and allowed Genevieve to breathe again.



            Genevieve waited for Deirdre to recover slightly, then looked
her in the eye and said "Deirdre, do you want Armand to fuck you now? Do you
think Andrew wants to watch Armand fuck you now? Do you think he liked
watching me eat you? Do you think he might want to fuck me?" Deirdre looked
totally mesmerized by Genevieve's powerful gaze, all she could do was say
"yes, yes, yes, yes" basically leaving Genevieve to do whatever she pleased.
She looked straight at Armand and said "she is all yours, make her crazy my
love, like you always do for me." My initial reaction was one of anger, a
need to defend my seemingly defenceless wife, but as Armand approached her,
I could see the wantonness in her eyes. She grabbed Armand by the collar as
he approached her and met him with a deep passionate kiss. Genevieve got up
and walked over to me, she leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips,
and I pulled back slightly, still dumbfounded by my entire situation. "You
do not like me?" she asked. As she asked, Armand dropped his pants and
revealed his manhood, an impressive and thick 7 inches rigid and ready for
action. He knelt between Deirdre's legs and began stroking her with one
hand, himself with the other.



            "I don't know what to make of any of this. You are beautiful,
but so is my wife, who your husband is about to fuck, and I don't know what
to do or say. I feel confused, I feel excited, I feel something... deep...
forgotten, I'm not sure what I feel" I replied.



            "So why hesitate, do what makes you feel good, look at your
wife, she is truly beautiful, and in the glow of her sexual pleasures, is
she not even more beautiful. Enjoy the moment, when it is gone it never
comes back, it is lost forever. I want you, Andrew, I want you on me, in me,
under me, kissing me, licking me, fucking me, you should not disappoint me,
I think I could please you very much." As she said this Genevieve moved in
closer to me, she stroked my face with the back of her hand as she looked me
in the eye. I found it hard to look away, my mind felt distracted, I could
hear Deirdre begin moaning as Armand entered her and began thrusting hard
and deep, but I couldn't draw my gaze away from Genevieve.



            Genevieve saw my hesitation and lunged towards me, her mouth
open and headed for my neck. Pure paranoia took over, an instinct I had not
used in what seemed like lifetimes, instinct that had lain dormant, buried
deep in my psyche, emerging only now, when needed. I moved quickly to one
side, out of her reach, and then grabbed her under the chin and pulled her
face towards mine. "Not like that!" I told her. "You won't control me, like
you do Armand, like you would like to have done to Deirdre. You have no
power over me. If you want me, you'll have to make me want you."  I knew I
was dealing with someone who got what they wanted, expected what they
wanted. She had a charisma beyond the normal. I didn't know what to do for
sure, but I knew I would rather control than be controlled and some instinct
told me that I could control Genevieve with her own desires.



            Genevieve's face changed immediately. She went from confident,
exotic seductress to plaintive, pouty nymph. She started taking off her
blouse, telling me how much she wanted me, telling me how much she needed
me, asking me if what I saw pleased me. I waved my hand in dismissal and
told her to keep her clothes on and watch Armand fucking Deirdre. "What you
want from me, you can't get that from him?" I asked.



            Genevieve thought she saw an opening in this line and responded
"what I want from you, I can't get from anyone else, we are all unique, are
we not, but why do you let him do it to her, if she means so much to you."



            I was prepared for such a reply. "I do not choose for her, or fo
r him. You seem to control him, or at least to manipulate him. Maybe he
likes that. For Deirdre and I it's different. I choose only not to interfere
and let her decide for herself. Her pleasure is my pleasure. She does not
looked displeased, does she?"



            "Yes, Armand can be very pleasing. So can I, if you will let me.
Your pleasure would be my pleasure, is that not so."



            "Yes that could be so, but I will make my own choice. Before I
let that happen I want you to do some things for me. Watch them, watch how
they react to each other, completely involved in the physicality of the
moment, feeling only the sensations, the friction, the passion. You can
generate the moments, but you can't control the reactions can you?"



            "No, I cannot." Genevieve looked up at me with pleading eyes. I
pointed at Armand and Deirdre and told her to keep watching. Armand was
standing now, holding Deirdre's legs around his waist. Deirdre had only her
head and shoulders on the settee now, her back was arched and her hands were
on the front of the seat, pulling herself forward to meet each of Armand's
powerful thrusts. Deirdre was writhing, moaning, screaming, ready to explode
as Armand continued to pound into her. He was like a machine, out of
control, thrusting harder and faster, his body tensing as he began to pump
his hot cum deep into her. Deirdre let out what I could only describe as a
roar of ecstasy as she trembled and quivered through multiple orgasms.
Armand collapsed back into the chair, passing out from the combination of
drink and passion.



            I turned to Genevieve, took her face in my hands this time and
now I was in control. I could see it in her eyes, she would do as I asked.
"Go lie next to her, comfort and soothe her as she recovers. Offer yourself
to her, completely. You may find that complete control of a situation is not
as pleasant as letting things happen." Deirdre was so lost in her lust right
now, I wanted to see just how far she was willing to go, how much she wanted
to try. Genevieve was obviously more than willing, prepared to give up
control of the situation to get what she wanted.



            Genevieve moved next to Deirdre, wrapping her arms around her in
a gentle, calming hug. Deirdre made a low humming sound, definitely one of
contentment as she slowly regained her senses. Once she was fully recovered,
Deirdre looked deeply in Genevieve's eyes as she caressed her shoulders and
arms. Deirdre seemed a little tentative at first, not sure what her next
move should be, but then she kissed Genevieve tenderly, and began exploring
Genevieve's body with her hands. Genevieve shuddered with anticipation as
Deirdre began slowly removing what was left of her clothes, piece by piece,
kissing each newly exposed area. As Deirdre removed her camisole, she took
each breast in her hands, gently rolling the nipples around, cupping their
weightiness in her palms. Eventually Deirdre took one in her mouth, licking
and sucking it with enthusiasm, enjoying the new found treasure. Deirdre
switched breasts after a few minutes and allowed one hand to wander down
under Genevieve's skirt. As Deirdre's fingers deftly teased the outer edges
of Genevieve's thong, Genevieve began letting out a series of low moans and
her breathing became heavy and laboured. Deirdre began kissing her way down
Genevieve's exposed belly while her hands expertly removed her skirt and
thong, leaving her in only garter, stockings and heels...oh SO sexy!!!
Deirdre now teased Genevieve's outer lips with her finger tips, tentatively
tasted her with the tip of her tongue, then went right in and started
feverishly stroking Genevieve's clit with her tongue. Genevieve's reactions
built slowly. She started moaning softly, arching her back and grinding her
hips in time with Deirdre's ministrations. Soon her sounds and motions
became more intense, with a purpose as her climax started building deep with
in her. Moments later her orgasm came crashing upon her like a runaway
locomotive as she began screaming uncontrollably, thrashing around on the
floor as she burst through that barrier between 'almost there' and ecstasy.
As Genevieve's tremors grew in intensity, Deirdre's tongue moved even faster
and harder until Genevieve took her head in her hands and, as gently as
possible considering the passion of the moment, moved Deirdre back away from
her. Genevieve had become hypersensitive following her powerful orgasm and
could take no more. Deirdre looked over at me with a pleased look on her
face at first, and then it turned to a confused little frown. "Are you ever
going to join in this little party?" Deirdre asked.



            "You seem to be having a fine time without me." I replied, with
a wide smile.



            Deirdre came over to me and gave me a deep kiss, I could still
taste Genevieve's sweetness lingering on her lips. "Maybe, but I think
Genevieve needs a good fucking about now, and there are some things I just
don't have the equipment for" Deirdre whispered.



            "Are you okay with all of this. It has been kind of wild, a
little out of control at times. I don't want us doing anything you might
regret in the morning." I said



            "What do you mean 'I' might regret. Don't you think you might
regret some of the things that could happen here tonight?" Deirdre asked



            "Well let's just say I feel in complete control of my situation,
but I wasn't sure if you did. Genevieve can be very persuasive. I think she
may have been planning this since we arrived, manipulated you into it." I
replied.



            "Don't worry dear, I haven't done anything here tonight I
haven't wondered and fantasized about lots of times before. I'm having fun
and I think I once heard someone say 'sex is about the pleasure, love is
about the partner' now who do you suppose said that eh?" Deirdre taunted.



            "Using my own words against me now. Fine, what was it you wanted
me to do? Oh yeah, fuck that beautiful other woman lying over there naked.
Okay, I'm on the job dear. Just remember, you asked for it." I answered.
Deirdre swatted my ass as I moved towards Genevieve, now returning to the
land of the living after her orgasm, and began removing my clothes.
Genevieve got up to her knees as I approached her, I was already topless, I
began to undo my pants, but she grabbed my hands and took over that task
herself. As she slid my boxers down, exposing my rigid member she made a
pleased purring sound. She took me in her hand, gently stroking me once,
twice, three times. A little drop of precum emerged from the tip and she
licked it off with a flick of her tongue.



            Genevieve looked up at me, her tongue licking her glistening
lips. "You and I are of a kind my dear, we are meant for each other" she
whispered huskily.



            "The kind you speak of, that's not me. You control by coercion
and manipulation, not me. I try to understand what others want, and with
that knowledge stay in control of my situation, but I never try to control
the actions of other." I said caressing her face as she stood to meet my
gaze. "The present and near future look fairly promising, don't try to
control it, share this moment with me, now." I kissed her gently on the
lips. She put her hands behind my head and kissed me back, deeply,
passionately. I could feel the burning begin in my loins as I took
Genevieve's naked body in my arms and held her pressed closely against me.
My hands gravitated to her milky white breasts, beautiful and firm, her
nipples protruding with arousal. Gently I lay her down and began kissing,
licking and nibbling each of them. Genevieve began moaning, I could feel her
moistness against my body. I spread her legs apart and pressed my throbbing
shaft against the opening of her neatly but not completely shorn pussy. I
rubbed gently against her, teasing her, and she begged me to enter her.
Finally I parted her lips with my hand and slid into her all the way in one
thrust. She was dripping wet as I thrusted in and out slowly, savouring the
sensations. Genevieve put her hand on her pelvis and played with her clit as
I thrusted, coating her finger in her own juices. She held it to my mouth so
I could taste her sweetness. I began to pick up the pace a little when
suddenly I felt two hands wrap around from behind me and begin teasing my
nipples.



            "Fuck her Andrew, fuck her hard, fuck her fast, make her scream,
baby" Deirdre whispered in my ear. Not that I had anything else planned, but
her words urged me on. I hoisted Genevieve's ass off the floor, supporting
her with my hands as I continued to pound into her. This obviously hit the
right spot because Genevieve's eyes rolled back and she began screaming
"fuck me, fuck me, mon dieu, mon dieu, I'm cumming, I"M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!"
My own orgasm boiled up from my toes and shook me all the way to the ends of
my hairs as I pumped an unending load deep into her.



            Completely spent, I collapsed into Genevieve's arms and Deirdre
cuddled up next to us in a loving embrace as we all drifted off into
blissful sleep. We spent the last two days of our stay in the Big Easy with
Armand and Genevieve, making friends with our new found lovers, and in a way
coming to grips with our new found endeavour of pleasure. We left on
Saturday morning with a  pang of sadness and a promise to return.

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