Little Suzette  : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton  Mf  Mmf cons



I had taken most of my uniform off and was basking in the sun. American 
doctors had recently disputed standard medical opinion that sunlight was bad 
for you, and certainly one felt fitter and healthier for it, despite all the advice 
we used to get in Africa. I threw the paper down. This fellow Hitler was 
shouting his mouth off again: thank heavens for the French army! We'd 
probably have to give the Huns another lesson one day. The village school bell 
had rung, and my angel would be home soon.

She scampered across the wide lawns towards me, opening her shirt and 
casting it to the ground as she ran: she knew I loved to see her naked tits. 
Today her skirt joined the shirt on the grass, and she stopped a moment to slip 
off her shoes and white socks. Long blonde hair streaming behind her she ran 
up to me, wearing only her white cotton school knickers. She was light on her 
long, tanned legs. She snuggled up beside me in my chair, wriggling her 
bottom against my thighs to accommodate my hardening cock.

I knew she was going to ask for something. She had proved an affectionate, 
even lustful girl. But this sort of special show, so soon after school, normally 
meant she was after some gift or privilege.

'Granddad,' she kissed me, her hands combing the thick, grey hair on my 
chest, 'Granddad, can I have some grown-up lingerie, please.'

'I like you in these, my little angel.' I stroked her mound, through the thin 
cotton.' Her legs opened a centimetre or two.

'Therese's father bought her a lovely scarlet shift and matching silk panties, 
with a slit here so he can fuck her in them.' Her finger ran the length of her 
cotton crotch temporarily pushing my own hand aside, and placing a crease in 
the cloth. I held her there again, the whole of her pubes in my open palm.. 

'Old Resquin fucks his daughter, does he?' I was fondling her tits, too. I just 
can't resist them.

'Of course. She's very pretty. And,' she giggled, 'And she hasn't got a 
granddad to do her every night!' She giggled again as her tiny hand slipped 
between our bodies and gripped my hard cock.

Some of you will remember how I found Suzette. I recorded it in a Tail 
entitled "112 rue de Rivoli". That had been four months before, and buying her 
from the brothel was one of my better moves. She was tanned now, rather than 
pale and interesting as she had been then, and her breasts may have filled out 
slightly, but they still had that lovely conical firmness, and those pretty little 
puffy nipples, which I was gently provoking between thumb and forefinger. 
Her legs were just as long and fine, and her hips had the same boyish 
slenderness that had attracted me the first night in Paris. I had wondered then 
whether she would become pregnant, perhaps producing another little Suzette 
to comfort my age in a dozen or so years. But it seemed she would not: she had 
been fucked enough times to prove that, and not only by me I believe.

'And Bernadette's got a lovely white basque with blue lace trim. She's going 
to Paris tomorrow to get the matching panties.'

Bernadette was our new assistant housekeeper, a pretty brunette. A bit too old 
for my taste, at seventeen, but I expect I would have had her if Suzette had not 
kept me so busy! 'And how do you know she's got a lovely white basque with 
blue trimmings, my little sex-demon?' I kissed her brow, my hand resting 
lightly in the crotch of her panties. They were very slightly damp, which made 
me even more excited.

'We play sometimes like girls do, sucking and stuff. Oh! You know! Please, 
Granddad.'

'I like you like a little girl, not a Paris whore.'

'I want to be a whore when I grow up. I nearly was already!'

'You'd have to have a different man every night. Sometimes three or four.'

'Mmmm! Three or four. Think of that!' My cock was really being jerked now. 
And to be honest, this ambition was good news. I'd wondered what I would do 
to her when she matured beyond my requirements.

'When you're sixteen, my dear we'll see if you feel the same, and if you do 
you can be a whore. And yes, you can go into Paris with Bernadette and buy 
some pretties. But don't wear them with me. Use them to tease your 
boyfriends. Your Granddad likes to roll these cotton panties down over your 
flat belly, down over your plump little mound and its crisp golden curls, down 
over your thighs till your pretty little slit.' As I spoke I was slowly revealing 
her sex. She lifted her bottom and I slipped the rolled-up cotton down her legs 
and off her ankles. I parted her lips and felt for her clit.

'Granddad, you remember that first time, in the brothel?'

'As if it was yesterday. You were very frightened.'

'I said it was the whips and things hanging on the wall. But really it was what I 
knew you were going to do to me. It looks so big when it's hard.' She giggled, 
and I yelped as she squeezed me especially hard. 'You know when I stopped 
being scared?'

'When I sucked your clitty?'

'Before that. When your moustache tickled my thigh. Suck me, please, 
Granddad. I've been thinking about it all day.' She lay on the soft grass in 
front of me, hands behind her neck and legs open. Her blonde hair spilled out 
onto the fine green lawn. I slipped my shorts off and she giggled as usual when 
my moustache tickled her thighs. But her hips rose to meet my mouth as I 
fastened my lips to her cunt. I could well believe she had been randy all 
afternoon as my lips found her slick wetness. She moaned as my tongue 
flicked at her clitoris. One hand caressing her belly, the other reaching up to 
fondle a hard little nipple, I allowed her to do most of the work, rubbing her 
open cunt up and down my face, grinding her clit against tongue, nose and 
chin.

I could not see her face, but knew from our sessions in my bedroom with its 
mirrors her eyes would be closed and her face flushed. She was close to 
coming: it was taking less and less time for the first orgasm as the weeks 
passed. And now I heard the little squeaks and grunts as her hips thrashed 
faster and harder, and then the quiet of success.

I let go her cunt and lay beside her cradling her head in my arms, and feeling 
her tits pressing into my chest. I kissed her.

'Put it in me, Granddad.'

Her legs closed over my back, ankles linked, as I slipped into her welcoming 
cunt. It still had that tightness I had appreciated the first time, but after my 
knob had forced an entrance, I just slid in. As usual, after a couple of thrusts 
she was rolling me over so she could sit astride me. In bed she might enjoy my 
weight on her tender flesh, but in the garden or the woods she always protected 
her slender body from the hard ground.

I have learned several tricks over the years to stop myself coming, even when 
being shagged by a beautiful little blonde angel. The main thing is to keep my 
eyes closed, and not to watch those pretty little jiggling breasts, and to keep 
my hands on her hips, away from their tempting shapes. Luckily she came 
quickly, as usual, helped by my reaching between us and touching her clit at 
exactly the right moment. Her frantic heaving up and down on me decreased, 
until she was laying silent and panting on my chest.

'Mmmm.'  She kissed me. 'Your turn now, Granddad.' She was off me and 
sitting in my chair, her bottom pushed forward so her cunt was right at the 
edge of the canvas. Giggling, she held her cunt lips apart. The scarlet was 
startling against the soft pink and golden fuzz of her outer lips. I knelt in front 
of her and slipped my prick into her warm wetness. 'Deeper! Another 
centimetre!' She pulled her cunt lips  further apart and lifted her bottom from 
the chair, and indeed I could get another few millimetres. 

I was about to fuck when she stopped me. 'Just leave it there. Let me try this.' 
I had been teaching her how to squeeze and relax with her vagina. I have found 
this is not something girls can do naturally, but it is soon learned. For my cock 
it greatly increases pleasure, of course, but I am sure it also increases the girl's 
strength of orgasm. And in any case, what man can resist the vigorous, 
muscular cunt-walls that result from these simple exercises? I felt her cunt grip 
me and relax. She giggled. 'Did you feel that?'

'Lovely!' I was holding her hips as we coupled.

She was laughing now. 'Hold my tits, and when you feel me squeeze, squeeze 
them. If I give a little squeeze, squeeze them gently, and if I really squeeze 
you, give them a good, big tweak.
And don't move. I want to milk you.' 

Her brow furrowed as she concentrated, but her eyes still shone. With each of 
her contractions I found I was having to squeeze her tits harder and harder. 
Soon she was doing it without the air of concentration, and was laughing 
happily.

 'I can't hold out much longer.'

'Don't! But don't move and spoil it.'

My orgasm was like no other. Long, slow pulses racked me as I pumped into 
her without moving. As I came her gripping became almost continuous, but 
still neither of us moved. I suddenly thought what an asset this girl would be if 
I did send her back to Madame Defarge at the rue de Rivoli. The wealthy of 
Paris would pay for a skill like that!

Finally her cunt expelled my (limp!) prick.

'Was that Therese's brother Gaston I saw you walking with Sunday?'

'He's handsome, isn't he, Granddad?'

'He is indeed. And does he fuck you, my little angel?'

'We just kiss a bit. He's a bit timid, and I like to lead him on gradually.'

'I wouldn't be jealous, my sweetie. You can tell me.'

'No, really, we haven't yet.'

'Invite him round to lunch after Mass Sunday, and we'll show him how it's 
done!'

'Oh, Granddad, let's.'


About two weeks later I was standing on our village bridge watching the 
yellow flashes of the wagtails as they hawked for flies above the rippling 
water. Resquin, the miller, came over and leaned on the parapet beside me. He 
lit a cigarette.

'This fellow Hitler. He's a clown, isn't he?'

'Maybe. But a dangerous clown.'

'Thank God we built the Maginot Line.'

'And thank God for the French army. If he comes we'll give him a bloody 
nose.'

Resquin spat into the water. I'm a big-built man, but was dwarfed by him as he 
stood beside me. 'My Jean-Paul starts his military service in September, next 
month. I want him to go into the artillery.'

'Anywhere but the poor bloody infantry!'

'Well, I was in the infantry last time, and wouldn't wish that on my worst 
enemy.'

'I'll arrange for him to go into the artillery after his basic training.'

'Would you, mon general? I'd be so grateful.'  

'Not at all, Resquin. We villagers must stick together. You'll miss him I 
suppose. But you've still got young Gaston, and of course Therese. She gets 
more and more beautiful as every day passes.'

'But not as lovely as your Suzette.'

'Ah yes! Such breasts! And skin like silk! She makes me feel young again. 
Every night, Resquin, and during the day too. I can't keep my hands off her.'

'I'm the same with Therese.' He flicked his cigarette end into the river. 'But I 
envy you your freedom. I have to be so careful with my old baggage always 
around the house. Almost impossible to have her when the weather is too cold 
for a frolic in the woods. Every night!'

His wife was a gross, fat, pious old bitch.

'I used to regret my army career kept me from marrying. But when I think of 
the times I've had...in Germany after the war, and then in Africa. I could tell 
you some tales, Resquin. And to be honest, I like 'em young, and a bit of 
variety. An ageing wife would be no use to me. No use at all.' Resquin 
accepted a cigarette from me, and we stood silent, smoking. 'Resquin, I'll lend 
you Suzette if you lend me Therese.'

He looked me in the eye and decided I was serious. 'You're on, mon general.'

'Suzette has her first communion Sunday.'

'Therese too.'

'They look so sweet and innocent in their white dresses. I've told Suzette to 
make a full confession. I mean all of it. That'll make Father Pierre's micky 
stand for him!'

'I doubt it. My boys tell me he only goes for the boys, not the little girls.'

'I can't understand that at all, Resquin.'

'What? Liking boys?'

'No! I like boys myself. No, what I can't understand is only liking girls or only 
liking boys. Anyway, when she was confessed and blessed, then all afternoon I 
meant to work on reducing her innocence. It would give it an extra excitement! 
Now I'll leave it to you to return her to her usual sinful state, while I ruin your 
daughter's.'

'You're a man after my own heart, mon general.'

'Bring your daughter to the chateau after Mass. We'll have some lunch. Then 
you can have Suzette, and I'll enjoy your Therese. Walk with me a bit, and I'll 
tell you something you may find interesting.'

'I must ask you only to bugger her, mon general. I have respected her virginity, 
as have her brothers. Her mouth or her bottom, if you will. But not her cunt, 
however tempting it may seem to a vigorous man like yourself . I want her to 
make a good marriage, and a virginity is always useful. And I particularly 
don't want her to get pregnant.'

'Of course, my dear fellow. But Suzette will take you in her mouth, cunt or 
arse. She takes a particular pleasure in being fucked in the cunt, though, as you 
might expect. I suspect she is infertile, as she never takes any of the usual 
precautions, and has not produced a great grandchild to comfort my declining 
years. I was rather hoping she might get pregnant!'

We ambled across the bridge and were soon out of the village. 'You fuck your 
sons, of course.'

'Naturally, mon general. But only Gaston now. Jean-Paul is too old for me 
now.'

'I agree. I like the tender meat! You won't mind then, that I had Gaston last 
Sunday?'

'Not at all. We villagers must stick together!'

'I'll tell you about it as we walk.'

Resquin took my arm.

 'Gaston arrived dressed in his best black suit after church. He's a strong lad, 
like his father; the jacket was already too tight for him and he could not do up 
the top bottom of his shirt. And the trousers hid little of his bulge. I suspected 
he might be hung like his old man, too. He sat opposite Suzette and we talked 
through a quick meal. Towards the end Suzette was provocatively putting a 
grape into her pursed lips, a meaning smile on her face, as he suddenly 
spluttered. I knew exactly what she was doing, as I'd seen her play the trick 
before. Her bare foot was up, under the  table, and feeling into his crotch.

'The time had come to start the main course of the afternoon. "Take Gaston 
and show him your room, Suzette." The poor lad was embarrassed by the 
bulge in his pants as he left the room, slightly crouching. 

'You remember when we were boys, the peepholes I cut in my sister's room? 
Well, they're still there, though it's Suzette's room now.'

'Happy days, mon general. We used to jerk off watching her naked. And later 
we found out she knew what we were doing all the time. Ands then...'

'I used to enjoy watching you fuck her. You always had her before my turn, 
you know. I think she preferred you to her brother! Anyway, I watched them as 
Suzette began the seduction. She knew I was watching, of course.

'They stood kissing an age, it seemed. He had his hands on her hips, and 
seemed petrified. He must have wanted to feel up that pretty little butt, but as 
she had said, he is a timid boy. So well built, yet so timid! Still kissing him, 
she took his hand and placed it on her breast. Her dress for Church was, of 
course very proper. No shoulders or arms uncovered, let alone any cleavage. 
But it had been cleverly cut, and hid little of the shape of her breasts as it clung 
tightly to her. He stroked her breast, as one might stroke a kitten. "Squeeze 
me, Gaston. squeeze my nipple." As he rolled it between finger and thumb, 
tweaking it, I could see both nipples harden and stand clearly visible through 
the thin, tight silk. He gasped as she put her tiny hand into his trouser pocket, 
and grasped his cock. "That's nice. But undo my dress for me."

'She turned her back to him, and he fumbled with the little white buttons that 
fastened it. He had my sympathy. I've had the same difficulty with those same 
buttons! "Don't tear it!" Finally he succeeded and she stepped forward so the 
pastel blue silk could flow over her shoulders and hips and then into a heap 
round her ankles. She stepped backwards out of the dress. I'm sure she had her 
back to him because she knew she also had her back to my spy-hole, and she 
knew how I loved the sudden vision of her arse. The naughty girl had put on 
her new black satin knickers. But I had, after all, told her to tempt the boys 
with them! They do nothing for me, you know, Resquin. I like plain white or 
navy blue cotton.

Resquin laughed, applying a friendly pressure to my arm. 'Me, I like my 
Therese in scarlet silk. Like a whore!'
 
Well they certainly  had the effect on your lad, and they were in each others' 
arms again. She lifted one leg and wound it around him as they kissed.

"You now!"

'His jacket tie and shirt were off in a second. He forgot to take his shoes off 
before lowering his trousers, and Suzette was giggling as he hopped about on 
one leg trying to free the tangle. She took pity on him, and knelt on the carpet 
to help. She steadied him, arm round his bottom, her face crushed against his 
white underwear. Finally he was free, but she continued to nuzzle his belly. 
Her lips closed on the bulge in the cotton, and he moaned, his hands buried in 
her golden hair. She laughed again, and slowly, so slowly, pulled his pants 
down. His cock stood for her (and for me!). Your wife was wise to have had 
him circumcised, if it is not out of place for me to say so, Resquin. A lovely, 
long, thick, straight shaft and that huge red plum to crown it. They always look 
longer when there is not much hair. But I'm sure you know that only too well, 
you old devil!

'However, back to the story. She sucked on it for a brief moment, as he 
moaned his pleasure and thrust his cock at her. Then, probably tasting cum, 
and suspecting he would not have the skill to hold out, she invited him to 
remove her knickers. As she stood, he knelt as if worshipping that pretty little 
cunt emerging from its tarty black covering.

'Two steps to the bed, and she was laying on her back, legs spread, him on top 
of her. I imagine she showed him the way in, her hand guiding his cock. 
Certainly, without any foreplay, he was into her. He gave a great cry, and it 
was obvious that he had come. The warmth and wetness enfolding his prick, 
her tits against his chest, her lips on his, her legs wound around his arse, all 
this had been too much for the lad. Scarcely one thrust and he had come.

'This was my cue. I noisily opened the door, and was standing by the bed, grim 
in my general's uniform, and holding a horsewhip! Suzette gasped, her hand 
held over her mouth in horror and terror. A good little actress, as all this had 
been arranged, of course. Our little game with him! He had blanched white as 
a sheet, and was laying beside her, his limp prick glistening with her cunt and 
his cum. It was even when quiet, an imposing weapon!

"Eat my food, drink my wine, and then fuck my granddaughter, would you, 
you little scoundrel? I've a good mind to horsewhip you." I raised the whip.

"Please, granddad, no." She was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her arms on 
my waist. Her lovely little tits touched my uniform. "Please don't. He's so 
handsome. Look. And he didn't even make me come yet." I couldn't resist. I 
never can. I reached down to fondle her, and felt her nipple harden as usual 
under my fingers.

'That's even more serious. Come yourself, and leave her in the air? Not 
gentlemanly at all. Suck her, you little villain. Suck her till she comes too.' I 
was unbuttoning my uniform as I spoke, and by the time I was naked Suzette 
had shown the boy where to suck, and the room was silent except for the 
slurping noise of a tongue in a hot cunt, and on a hard clit.

'I stood over them, watching the scene. Young love! She had a golden tan all 
over. All those hours naked in the sun, pleasing her grandfather. The tan on his 
back and legs was deeper than hers, but his bottom was a dazzling white. I 
reached and caressed the silky skin. I parted his buttocks, a palm on each 
cheek, and revealed his pretty, puckered rose. I knelt on the bed and kissed 
him there. My tongue slipped easily in, and as his buttocks pressed backwards 
into my face, I realised I was not the first man. Resquin, or Jean-Paul had been 
there before me. I was rimming him, and his squirming arse showed me how 
much he was enjoying it.

'I had come prepared! He muttered "Don't stop", his voice muffled by her 
cunt, as I looked for my little tube of oil. Suzette was still sucking at his cock, 
so it was my tongue he was referring to. I dropped three or four drops of oil 
onto his anus, and worked it in with my index finger. He was squirming again. 
I slipped my thumb in, easily. 

'Your father? Or Your brother?'

'Mmmmmm.'

'I took this to mean both had buggered him. At all events, he was enjoying it 
as I massaged him with my thumb, my fingers placed to tickle his balls. 
Suzette was coming now, and had abandoned his cock to concentrate on her 
own pleasure. I took the delightful task over, and pursed my lips around that 
swollen knob. Then the shaft into my eager mouth. I could taste Suzette's cunt 
on it still, and the left-overs of his first cum. I sucked and gobbled as he drove 
her up and into her orgasm. My grey whiskers mingled with his blonde pubic 
hair as I finally got the whole prick into my mouth and throat.

'Suzette had finished for the moment, and they both lay quiet. I slipped my 
thumb out. He protested briefly, but the complaint was silenced as I replaced it 
with my cock. I had placed him one leg outstretched and the other bent. His 
cock was pressed into the bed-sheet, and his anus open for me. My cock 
slipped easily in and I heard him  sigh. His fists clenched, gripping a pillow. 
Suzette knelt watching, with eyes shining. She was excited by this new 
experience. Her hand slipped between us, to feel my cock and his punctured 
arse.  I fucked with long, slow sweeps of my prick, almost withdrawing, and 
then plunging in to the very end of my shaft. His muscles were totally relaxed. 
He had been shagged a lot!  I felt Suzette's tits pressing into my back as she 
caressed my hips and bottom. I was sandwiched between the two teenagers, 
old and grey between the two blonde angels.

'Then Suzette was trying to turn us over on our sides as we fucked. She 
wanted some more! I got the idea, and making sure I did not slip out, turned 
him on his side, my cock still deep in him. He felt tighter in this position, and I 
could reach over him to feel his hard cock. This was what my granddaughter 
wanted. She snuggled up to him, and somehow managed to get it up her.

'So, here was lucky young Gaston, his cock in the cunt of a sweet little blonde 
angel, and his arse invaded by the prick of  a leader of our heroic armies!

'Lucky little chap.' Resquin was enjoying my narrative. 'So young! And yet 
you and I did  at his age too. You recall, with your sister. In her bed and in the 
woods in summer!'

'I do indeed, my dear fellow.' I pressed my hand to the front of his trousers, 
and sure enough the hard-on was there. He reciprocated, feeling mine. 
'Anyway, we fucked for several minutes this time, and I was pleased for your 
young Gaston when his efforts made Suzette come, with her usual squeaks, 
squeals, grunts and moans. It was  good for his self-esteem that he made her 
come this time. He was not long behind, brought off I expect by the spasms in 
her vigorous cunt, and then I allowed myself to come, my cock moving freely 
in his bottom.

'I left them to amuse themselves all afternoon. And do you know, Resquin, at 
dusk when I went to remind them Gaston should be going back to The Mill, 
they were still at it! My word, I'm quite excited just thinking about it. Suzette 
will benefit from this as soon as I get back to the Chateau.'


The church service for confirmation is much longer than usual, presumably 
because the bishop is present, and his importance has to be recognised. My 
bum was beginning to protest the hardness of the pews, but at least there was 
the consolation of looking at the little girls in their white dresses. Of the seven 
kneeling at the altar rail, by far the prettiest were Therese and Suzette, though I 
could have fancied the little black girl, daughter of one of the servants of my 
neighbour the marquis. I made a note to ask him to lend her to me some time. I 
studied Therese, anticipating the pleasure of fondling her naked body. Her tits 
will be fuller than Suzette's, I thought, and her hips slightly broader. But still 
she would be a tasty little morsel, and well trained by old Resquin in the art of 
giving and receiving pleasure. She was a few centimetres taller than her friend, 
which promised longer and finer legs for me. And her hair fell to her shoulders 
in a lovely blonde wave. Despite the hard bench, and the boring, interminable, 
pompous sermon, my cock was hard in anticipation. 

As soon as we were in the discrete privacy of my deer-park, Resquin lifted 
Suzette up as if she was a feather and sat her on his shoulders. Perhaps less 
confidently, I lifted his daughter and sat her on mine. As I swept her up there 
was a flash of scarlet silk, and I remembered Suzette telling me about 
Therese's open-crotch knickers. She shuffled about, raising her dress so her 
naked thighs, above her stockings, were round my neck. I reached up with both 
hands to steady her, holding her bare thighs in my eager palms. I could fell the 
smooth silk of her panties against the back of my neck. As we walked, I could 
sense her adjusting herself, and, yes, finally, the feel of her naked cunt against 
me. I ran a bit, fooling and laughing, and as she bounced along, she was 
rubbing herself against my neck, just as I have seen the village girls doing 
when riding horses out to the fields. I could feel her open cunt lips becoming 
slick and wet against me, promising hot sex.

We were soon at the river bank, where Montague my English butler had set 
out an al fresco picnic on the lush green grass.

I was unbuttoning my dress uniform jacket. 'Let's have that dress off you, 
Therese. We don't want to get grass stains on it.' She smiled prettily and 
turned her back to me, inviting me to undo the buttons at the back. I put my 
arms around her, my hands covering her breasts, and kissed the back of her 
neck, where the blond hair was finest. She giggled, but I felt her buttocks press 
back against my prick. I undid the five little white buttons, and slipped the 
dress down over her shoulders. Now my hands could find her naked breasts, 
tiny, but firm and pointed. I felt her nipples harden under my palms. My face 
was buried in her flowing blonde hair, which smelt delicately of lemons.

She stood away, and the dress fell to her feet, leaving her with nothing except 
those incongruous scarlet silk knickers, and her white silk stockings, a white 
lacy garter around each thigh. She stood, deliberately posing, one of her white 
court shoes raised, the toe pointing to the ground. The pose opened her cunt 
ever-so slightly, so the pink lips under their fringe of blonde curls pouted at 
me. She knew how beautiful she was, and the effect she had on men.

'Your turn now.' Her tiny fingers picked at my uniform buttons, naughtily 
squeezing my cock as she undid the flies until I too stood in my underpants. 
My cock was making a great tent, which she felt and then nuzzled  through the 
cotton.

Suzette had Resquin completely naked. I had forgotten what a truly immense 
prick he possessed. She held it lightly, her tiny, white hand contrasting with 
the gross, flaming red erection. She was sweet in her white silk stockings and 
pastel blue garters, and nothing else at all. How Resquin must have enjoyed 
that naked cunt against his neck as he had walked with her piggy-back, her 
slender legs gripping him. And how it had stiffened him up!. If Suzette could 
accommodate that great weapon, and I'm sure Resquin intended to have her 
arse as well as her cunt, after all he buggered his own sons and daughter, yes, 
if she could accept that massive cock  then I would almost credit her ambition 
to become a society whore.

 We sat in a circle on the lush grass, in the dappled shade of a great ash tree. 
The river sparkled, as did our two little angels. Resquin and I picked at the 
food, but the two girls ate heartily. We were well into the second bottle of 
champagne before Suzette lay back, her hands on her flat belly, proclaiming 
she was full. Therese agreed, and added that she was a bit tipsy.

Both girls had their legs open as they lay back! They knew what the final 
course of the lunch would be.

I lay beside Therese. She pulled down the underpants that had sketchily 
covered my lust through the meal, and was astride my knees, licking at my 
prick. I raised my hips, and she took my knob in her mouth, nibbling at it 
gently with lips and teeth. I found myself groaning my pleasure. I looked at her 
tits, so pert and upright seen from underneath, and reached up with both hands 
to enclose them in my fists. Approving, she took the whole of my prick in her 
mouth, and I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked hard on it. Her eyes 
sparkled.

Suzette had nearly disappeared under the large bulk of the miller! Only her 
blonde hair spilling out over the green, and her tanned legs around his buttocks 
showed where she was. His huge shoulders and biceps enclosed the rest, even 
her arms, in his embrace. His buttocks were grinding up and down, and it was 
clear he was having no problem moving his weapon in that tight cunt. Then I 
could hear the characteristic squeals and grunts of her orgasm, sounds I knew 
so well.

I concentrated on my pleasure. Therese was skilled. Her father and brothers 
had taught her to use her tongue and her throat, as well as lips. I could feel 
myself coming. I held her head in my hands, golden hair enveloping them. 
'I'm going to come. Therese, I'm coming.' She had no fear of drowning in 
spunk! My warning, in case she did not like swallowing, merely led her to 
suck harder, to gobble faster. And then I came. She took it all, gulping, but still 
moving me in and out. Some spilled over her lower lip, but most was 
swallowed. 

I had come, and she sucked me very gently now. I tore my eyes from her 
golden hair and lovely tits, and saw my Suzette was on top of Resquin now, 
riding him, in her favourite al fresco position. She would rise until I could see 
his cock between her cunt and his balls, and then she would drop with a crash, 
spearing herself. Then up again, and then another collapse!

I recalled that I had done nothing for Therese's pleasure. I was not permitted to 
fuck her pretty little blonde-rimmed cunt, but at least I could suck her! 

'Sit on my face, my little sweeting.'

'Mmmm. I like that!' She knelt over me facing my feet, her hands on my 
chest. Then she dropped her weight onto my face. I had my tongue pointed up 
at her, and as chance would have it, it slipped straight up into her cunt, through 
the open outer and inner lips. 'That's nice!' At first she simply raised herself 
and fell back again, as if fucking, much as I had watched Suzette deal with 
Resquin a moment or two earlier. But then, as her cunt warmed and became 
more demanding, her thighs gripped the sides of my face and her cunt was 
pressed down onto me. I could scarcely breathe, but was none-the-less in my 
own private paradise. She was fucking my face now, her slippery slit sliding 
up and down my face, grinding against my nose, tongue and chin, her clit 
seeking pleasure. And giving it to me as I   held her hips and tried each time 
her clit passed my lips to nibble it, and each time her vagina passed, to get my 
tongue in her.

She came silently, unlike my own little angel. I only knew she had come by the 
sudden increase in speed as she rode me, by the delightful flow of her juices 
over my moustache. I suppose she had been conditioned to be silent. Often her 
mother must have been in the next room when Jean-Paul had sucked her, she 
had sucked her younger brother, or had been buggered by old Resquin. Pity! 
But having said that, she was a jolly little romp.

Resquin was laying on his back, temporarily at least sated. Suzette stood over 
us, and held Therese by the hand, pulling her to her feet as she straddled me. I 
saw her lovely, pouting lips, all glistening and plumped-up by my efforts.

'Come on!' They scampered hand in hand to the edge of the river, and like two 
golden arrows launched themselves into the deep, black pool. Both girls swam 
across with strong, athletic strokes. All the village children were good 
swimmers, for obvious reasons, and that may also be why they were, on 
average, much prettier, better formed, than most. As they emerged into the 
sunlight, the water splashed, sparkling in the sun. Therese reached the other 
side first, and easily lifted herself onto a rocky ledge, her knees still in the 
water. She opened her legs, inviting my Suzette to sup where I had just taken 
my pleasure. My blonde angel, her hair slicked down now, stood, the water 
just over her nipples, and grasped the open thighs. She buried her face in the 
spread cunt.

Resquin was getting hard again as we watched. And so was I.

'I'd like to have your granddaughter's arse. Does she do that?'

'Oh yes. Though I don't think it does much for her. I hope you're not too big!'

'Never failed to get it in yet. You going to bugger my Therese?'

'Certainly! It will be a consolation for passing up that delicate, tight little 
cunt.'

'You'll find it does do something for her! She's been well trained over the last 
few years.'

Therese came as we watched, and, giggling the two girls returned to the 
shaded pool. Suzette floated on her back, her face, her nipples, and the little 
blonde line of the hair on her mound the only parts of her above the water. 
Therese suddenly dived, and for a moment her long legs were silhouetted 
against the grey rocks of the far bank. Then she was gone, underwater. Suzette 
screamed and her blonde playmate's head appeared between the splayed legs, 
nibbling.

'My turn now!,

'Stop, you're tickling!' The two girls were laughing and splashing as Suzette 
tried to escape the probing tongue. They clasped each other, and of course both 
girls sank. Seconds later they came to the surface, still laughing, and both 
blowing water from their mouths. Suzette struck out for our bank, but as she 
reached it, Therese grabbed one leg and pulled her back in onto herself. More 
struggles and giggles, before Suzette finally escaped and grabbed a towel. 
Therese gave up and started drying herself too. 

'Let me!' I took the towel and dabbed at her tits and bottom. Then her thighs, 
and that pretty little cunt, nearly naked with its light fuzz.

Resquin had Suzette kneeling, dripping water in the sunny part of the bank. I 
pulled Therese over till she was kneeling beside my granddaughter. 

I offer you, dear reader, this vision of two beautiful bottoms, teenage girls 
kneeling and willing. Resquin's Suzette just on the cusp between adolescence 
and womanhood, her hips still boyishly slim, and her buttocks only beginning 
to plump, while my Therese just so slightly fuller of form, her bottom  rounded 
and smooth. She had done less nude sun-bathing than Suzette, and there was a 
delightful little triangle of white flesh for me to aim my cock at.

The butter had melted in its saucer where the sun had struck it, and Resquin 
took a dollop on two fingers. He grinned at me and winked as he rubbed it into 
my granddaughter's arse. I suddenly saw that impish lad I had known so many 
years before, when we had enjoyed my sister and so many other village cunts 
and arses. I, too, spread that muscle-toned bottom, knelt forward to gently kiss 
the little red-brown rose, and rubbed butter into it. I penetrated with the tip of 
my index finger and was rewarded by a sigh, and a backwards movement of 
her buttocks forcing my finger further in. I removed it, and buttered my own 
cock. 

As I entered her arse slipping easily in, she looked back over her shoulder and 
laughed. Resquin was having more difficulty. Presumably Suzette had never 
had a prick as large as his, and as she looked over her shoulder there was a 
grimace. I concentrated on my pleasure, slipping in and out with long, slow 
sweeps. I felt her reach under herself, and was aware of her busy fingers 
working at her clit. This was going to be good. Her arse was just right, relaxed, 
but tight enough. I held her hips and enjoyed her pretty buttocks and back, her 
blonde hair falling forward and hiding her face. Her hand was working quicker 
now, and she wriggled as she got closer to coming. Now I was fucking her 
harder and faster, crashing my thighs into her bottom with each thrust. I let go 
her hips and reached under her to grab a tit in each hand. She was coming. No 
noise, but I could feel her excitement. I could hold out no longer, and pumped 
my spunk into her as she came. We collapsed, me on top of her.

Seconds later, and she laughed, wriggling from under me. I followed her as she 
ran over the grass, and dived into the river just behind her. Suzette and 
Resquin joined us. What a time of splashing, laughing, caressing till the sun 
went down behind the great willow trees.


That was the first and the last time that I enjoyed Resquin's pretty daughter. 
The next morning Suzette and I woke up to the wireless news that during the 
night Hitler had sent his armies into Poland. One quick fuck with our morning 
coffee, and then Montague was packing my cases in preparation, and sure 
enough, at about ten the telephone rang. The President was to announce a 
general mobilisation at midday, and I was posted immediately to join the army 
in North Africa. Suzette was weeping as I was driven away in a staff Citroen 
traction avant.


The army motor-cyclist roared through the village, over the bridge, through the 
great gates, along the long gravel drive, and skidded to a halt outside the 
chateau. The door opened as he strode up the white stone steps. Montague was 
called, and the dispatch rider saluted as he handed the telegram to the 
General's butler.

'My dear Montague, there has been a debacle in North France. The news has 
been covered up so far, but I fear we must assume France is defeated and the 
army disgraced. I shall stay with my troops in Africa, but I doubt if we will 
fight on. The Germans will be with you, in our village even, within the week.
This is what you must do.
First, hide the best of my pictures, furniture and wine, as we once discussed.
Next, go to the safe in my study. The combination is written on page 100 of 
Montaigne's Essays, lying on my desk. In the strong box you will find several 
hundred Napoleons d'Or. Share these out equitably among the servants and 
estate workers.
You will also find an envelope of American dollars. These are to help you 
escape internment. Do not attempt to reach the Channel Coast. The Germans 
may already be there by the time you get this telegram. It will be better to 
make for Spain, and seek to get to England from there or Gibraltar.
Shut the house up, though I do not really expect that will spare it from the 
plunderers. 
Give a hundred of the coins to Suzette, and ask Resquin to take her to Paris, 
112 rue de Rivoli, where Madame Defarge will protect her until better days.
My dear old friend, if I may call you that, I know your loyalty has prevented 
you from enjoying my granddaughter, though I have often seen a look in your 
eye that I of all men understand. Show her this telegram and tell her I would 
like you to spend your last night in my service in her bed, making it a night for 
you both to remember. She is a lustful and imaginative girl and will want that 
too.
Try to let me know when you reach England safely. I expect still to be at the 
Algiers Army HQ.
Yours G.'

                                                         FIN