Date: Tue, 13 Jun 2000 12:50:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Heil Shwitzerman <lupenar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roomates in Paris Part 2

   The next morning, Laurel was sipping her coffee in the kitchen while
Julia showered. Trave was still asleep and he seldom woke before noon
unless he truly had to. Laurel thought of the comment Julia made the night
before while she was sipping Laurel's sweet nectar. "You can put your cream
in my coffee anytime!"

     "I'll have to make her try that sometime," she muttered.

    Laurel used to be a good girl, she really was. Before she went to First
Treasurer University, she was quite innocent and had never even given a guy
head. Then she met Trave and was corrupted by his nature. Though he was
quite sweet and nice, he also had a naughty side that he frequently
indulged. She and Trave had been going out for several months and neither
of them could be sexually faithful to each other, though they were quite
emotionally attached. By the time they got to Paris, her sexual appetite
could not be quenched by conventional means and the men and women of Paris
taught her sexual finesse that could not be gained anywhere else in the
world. Love making, to Laurel, was far more than an orgasm. Indeed, it was
an art, a dance, and a pageant of sights, sounds, and feelings.

     Julia was from Boston and was raised in the Puritanical idealism that
touching a man was sinful. Though a sweet girl all the same, she was just
that, a girl. At 18, her world of sexual repression ended when the plane
touched down in Paris. French openness and the love for the human body
appealed to her and she scorned the narrow teachings of her family. Though
she was now sexually liberated, she was both cautious and sometimes even a
bit naive. Trave and Laurel were shocking at first, but slowly and surly
she came to enjoy their "sexcapades" almost as much as she did. So, when
she was finally able to fuck Travis and Laurel, it was like a dream come
true for her.

    Julia entered the kitchen wearing a silk robe with her hair dripping
all over the floor. She kissed Laurel on the lips in a long and sexy
embrace. "Coffee?"

    "Pour yourself a cup. Do you take cream in your coffee?" Laurel asked
innocently.

     "I prefer half and half, why are we out?" Julia said missing the
point.

     "How about heavy cream!" Laurel said seductively.

      Julia raised an eyebrow and nodded very subtly. Laurel doffed her
T-shirt and panties so that she was standing in the kitchen completely
naked. Her nipples were erect and her pussy was ablaze like hell's
furnace. She waved her finger to keep Julia back then she smirked as her
fingers entered into the wetness of her pussy. She took them out and put
her fingers, dripping with sweet nectar, into Julia's mouth. Then Laurel
hopped up onto the table and squatted over Julia's cup of coffee. "It's a
new French blend. I like to call it Caf^Â de Pussy!" Her fingers began
to move between her swollen cunt lips and pumped herself as globs of girl
juices dripped into the steamy cup of black coffee. In and out her fingers
glided while they teased her clitoris. Those big round breasts heaved up
and down every time she moaned with pure ecstasy and pleasure. She fell
down off the table but she still kept pumping herself. "Here I cum!!" she
yelped as she climaxed lying on the floor.

  Julia helped her up and the two of them kissed again. This time, Julia
sneaked a cute little pinch on Laurel's cute little ass. She took a sip of
her special coffee that Laurel had made for her. "Oh my god; I just love
cream and sugar!"

    The two lovers dressed and continued to enjoy their coffee. Soon the
sound of running water again overtook the flat. "Trave is up!" Laurel
noted.

      "You think I'd better surprise him in the shower? I'm still kinda hot
from watching you make this tasty coffee." Julia asked.

     Laurel gave Julia a naughty glare and smiled. "He's the only person
that I know of that gets 'dirty' in the shower"

       Julia skipped out of the room and down the hallway toward the
bathroom. Not only was the door unlocked, but it was slightly ajar as
well. She peered in but only saw a steamy mist in the distance.  "Trave,
can I have a word with you?" she said as her robe dropped to the floor. He
obviously couldn't hear her over the sound of the water so she did not say
another word. Julia crept nakedly into the bathroom and removed a tube of
toothpaste from the sink. Trave could not see her because the curtain in
the shower was drawn.

     The long filled tube of toothpaste would be empty by the time the
sexcapade was over. She squeezed the foam into her pussy and began to fuck
herself with the tube. Her skeeve was on fire while the cunt lips glistened
with her nectar. She moaned and cooed with delight. Trave, hearing her
noises, peaked out of the shower. "Julia, my god, what are you doing?"

     "Fucking myself! Oh god it's so fuckin hot!" Julia wretched as the
toothpaste spilled all over her pussy. The paste mixed with her girl juices
created a hot white foam that encompassed her pubic area like a sea of
sexuality.

      Trave pushed back the curtain exposing his full naked body and
erection to Julia. She only nodded sardonically as the last drops of
toothpaste filled her hot little cunt. "All gone!"

    "Not quite," Trave remarked. "Come in here and wash yourself."

     "Oh but I'm so weak!" she moaned.

     Trave stepped out of the tub and closed the door. He turned off the
shower mode and water began to pour out of the faucet. As the tub filled,
he turned his attention to Julia who was a white pulsating mess. "Julia,
you look so god damn hot with your beautiful nipples erect as they are and
your pussy flowing those juicy juices! I've got some morning breath, mind
if I get a little of that toothpaste to freshen up".

   Julia shook her head, "No". She made a pouty face that became her
succubus figure; she was begging for his sex wanting it so badly that her
mind became an explosion of lust and desire.

     Trave got down on his knees as his tongue began to lick the outer
areas of her pussy. Her whole crotch was covered in the nectar/toothpaste
mixture and Trave wanted to savor it all. His tongue circles until her
chooch and pelvis were coated with his hot saliva; he finished the desert
and it was now time to move onto the main course. Slowly, the tongue slid
into the inside of Julia's hot little cunt careful only to tease her clit
for he was not ready for her to cum just yet. Julia screamed as the sexual
tension built inside her. In and out his long tongue probed and cleaned out
her fun hole and brushed over the inner lips of her skeeve. "Minty fresh
breath," he said picking his head up. He rose up and turned off the water,
the bathtub was full. He bent over to check the temperature and to give
Julia a good stare at his ass while he was hunched over.

      Julia was in a euphoric trance that was broken when she was hauled up
and plopped into a tub filled with refreshingly warm water. Standing over
her was Trave however his genitals were blocked from view by the wall of
the tub. "Fuck me, please Trave! Please fuck me!"

     She closed her eyes and focused only on her sense of touch. She felt
his hard penis enter her pussy slowly and gently. The water he displaced
splashed up all around her. Her legs were spread and he fucked her at a
teasingly slow pace! "Faster! Harder your randy little stallion! Ride me
like I'm your bitch! Like I'm your dental whore! DENTAL WHORE! I AM YOUR
DENTAL WHORE" Julia was screaming in delight. That intense feeling of
passion surged through her and her orgasm was near. "Fire in the hole you
war monger! You've got some of the best range in Paris, now fire on target
you nasty little white Anglo Saxon factory of sex!" At the same time, their
sirens went off. The gun went off as the foxhole opened. There was not one
explosion, but several each louder and more intense than the last. The
cannons fired and the tanks boomed. It was like a siege or perhaps a
bombardment of sex and the casualties were endless. In the heat of action,
Julia shouted in action, "I surrender General! I'm your prisoner! I'm your
prisoner! I'm your dental whore of a prisoner! Send me to French Indochina
like the love slave I am! Send me to the guillotine-" her voice trailed off
as the feelings of ecstasy subsided.  Trave's softening cock slid out of
her battered pussy. The battle was won.


       Later on that day, the three love partners found themselves driving
to the home of Michele De' Argent. He was a student at the University and
he lived outside of Paris. His home was, in fact, near Versailles and
though his family was of noble roots, they lost their title during the
French Revolution. They arrived at 7:30 PM and a valet greeted them in the
turn around driveway. "Shall I park your car, sir?" he said in French.

  Julia and Laurel looked stunning in their Paris designer dresses and hung
on either side of the dapper Trave.  When dressed, he wore thin wire
glasses and had his bleached blonde and brown hair neatly combed.  They
climbed the steps in front of the villa and went inside. "Ah, you must
be..." a man wearing a tuxedo asked again in French.

 "Je suis Trave. Peut le pr^Âsent de I Mademoiselle Juliet et
Mademoiselle Laurelle," Trave responded.

    "Ah yes, Monsieur Michele is expecting you! He's out back, if you'll
follow me!"


     Julia noted the opulent furnishings in the house. "Laurel," she
whispered, "I knew Michele was rich but I did not know he was this well to
do."

      Laurel gestured to a picture of the family on the wall. "This is his
parents' house," she replied.

     When they arrived out back, they found themselves among twenty other
people who were having a good time in and around the pool. In the distance
was the Palace of Versailles and the sun was setting down behind
it. "Michele!" Laurel called out.

    A well-dressed medium sized man came over to the group and kissed
Laurel and Julia on the cheek. "Laurel, Julia, it is so wonderful to see
you both again. You must be Trave! Laurel speaks of nobody else!" Michele
was not only charming, but he was hot as hell as far as Julia was
concerned. He really was Laurel's friend and she'd only met him once while
working out with Laurel.

      Another attractive couple came up to Michelle, Julia, Laurel, and
Trave. They were both Caucasian though they had fairly dark
skin. "Michele," the man began, "aren't you going to introduce us to your
friends?"

    "Ah yes, how rude of me. Ladies, this is Lee and Renay. They, like you,
are exchange students studying French culture. They come from Israel
however. Lee and Renay, this is the stunning Julia, Laurel, and this fine
gentleman is named Trave."

    Julia was stunned by Michele's manners. She was enticed by his nature,
but she killed to see what was inside those expensive designer khaki
pants. "Anyone up for a swim?" she said.

    Laurel looked at Michele. "Oh Michele, I forgot my bathing suit! I'm so
sorry!"

    "My lady, no need to worry, this is France. We do not wear bathing
suits." Sure enough he pointed to the five or six people in the pool. They
were all indeed naked.