They emerged from the bathroom starkers. They'd finished their bath together. Paola was still in the shower.Philippe's still semi erect cock led the way, swinging as he walked. Sandrine's breasts looked great. So firm. Scarcely any movement. Tits leading her. Both, I noticed were completely shaved. A couple of Brazilians. I was sitting on the bed and she blew my cock a kiss. It hadn't recovered from Paola's attentions. Still partly enlarged it responded to her attention. Paola was the best dressed of us in a skimpy pair of yellow satin panties. Her breasts were fantastic. Now she was out of her white bra and panty set in which she'd serviced me so unbelievably I could see them for the first time. Small pert breasts with large firm nipples needing attention. Watching her walk a couple of yards across the room was enough for explode with desire standing stiff, achingly engorged defying gravity. She knelt in front of me. I opened my knees. She slipped in between. Bent her head forward. Her tongue danced on my swollen head. We slipped onto the bed and pulled the covers over ourselves. I guessed there wasn't much to cum so I attended to her body. Lying on her back I kissed her breasts, fondled and sucked those gorgeous tits. They were delicious. I slid a hand down into the top of her silky panties. Such smooth skin. I felt a little line of trimmed and sculpted , surely black like her hair, bush. Down to her warm, damp hole. I stroked and rubbed like a butterfly. My other hand moved down and, pulling aside the leg of her panties slipped two fingers into. Slowly in and out. Gently in and out. She responded with increasing excitement. Then a little sound and a shudder as she climaxed. She nuzzled in against me. I tended her breasts and then slid my hands lower again. Her cumming was almost as good for me as mine, Almost. Both hands slipped inside her panties, and again, the shudder, the little sound of ecstasy as she came again. My throbbing hard cock awake me a few hours later. Chances were I had replenished my cum. Lonely nights alone pleasuring myself to memories or fantasies I knew a few hours were fine. My stirring must have disturbed her for I felt her hand come to my relief as it encircled the head, the helmet and the slit. Soon the covers were off and she was lying across my thighs working me. The room was not dark. A light clicked on. Sandrine was looking. She was hungry..... for cock. She pulled the covers down. Philippe was asleep, but soon she had him rigid, awake and thrashing around. A noisy man. But Paola had made me certain I would cum again. We changed postionsshe sat astride me facing me so I could slip my cock into her panties. It slipped out of the waistband, My balls rubbed against her legs. I watched the big, moist head slipping in and out of the waist. My shaft slipped against the yellow silk. She took the head in her hand, tugging firmly. Philippe was about to cum. I could hear the moans turn to subdued roars and then a roar of happiness as he released his cum. I looked across to see Sandrine take another mouthful of cum. Then it was my turn. Cum shot up Paola's breasts trickling down onto her panties. Wet cum marked them. Cum hungry Sandrine came across to take what she could from Paola's belly and mine too. So much sex didn't satisfy. It made me hungrier. When it was light I wanted my greedy cock to follow my fingers into Paola's dark moist interior. After cock and cunt pleasure, she shuddered once, she knelt forwards holding the bedhead. The rule was "Johnny". I hate those things. Cuts the joy by half. Still beggars... Kneeling behind her I watched my rod slip in between her cheeks. I could swear she made it larger than ever. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre I pushed myself in. A tight fit. Fantastic. Up to the hilt. Then slowly out. I could feel her muscles milking me, trying to extract my cream. Slowly. In and out. But. I picked up speed. Inevitably. Soon we were thrusting backwards and forwards in and out devouring each other's sex. Balls slapped. Juices squelched. I withdrew. She lay on her back. I pulled off the wretched thing. Hungrily she grabbed me, one hand milking the whole length to extract my juice, other squeezing my balls to force it into my shaft. Then release. Cum spurted out onto her tummy. Not a bad dose, considering. Three times I had cum now in ten hours. Clever me? No, brilliant Paola.