Sunbathing French Beauties

I have written a few, generally well received, works. However they were, lets be honest, very 'rapey'. Those are pure fantasy.

Like the hero of the tale, I am in real life a hopeless romantic. I wanted to try my hand at a more erotic story, where I wasn't horrible to my female characters.

Still, I couldn't write a story without at least one creampie in it. :P

I published this under 'Erotic Couplings' as I felt it was a better fit for my tale than 'Group sex'.

I know I sometimes refer to the characters as girls and boys, but it is definitely young women and young men. All characters are over 18!

During the summer holidays after my second year at university, I stayed in France for a couple of weeks with my friend Tom.

Tom's family had bought a run-down old house in the Dordogne valley. They said we could stay for free for a couple of weeks in exchange for clearing junk out the cellar.

There was huge load of ancient rubbish down in the cellar and we put off doing anything about it for the first few days. We just lounged around, drinking cheap wine and eating bread and cheese from the local village.

Eventually, in our second week we agreed that we 'really should do something about the cellar'.

We spent a couple of hours lugging broken furniture out and putting it in a refuse skip. It was hot that day and we were soon tired and sweaty.

"Bollocks to this!" said Tom. "We'll do some more tomorrow."

We had barely made any progress into our task, but I was happy to agree.

There was a little river just down the road. It was more of a stream at this time of year, just a tributary of the main Dordogne river.

The road crossed the river on an old stone bridge. Apparently the stream was at its deepest and widest there and Tom said that the locals used it as a swimming hole.

We put on our swimming trunks and wandered down to have a look.

There was no one there, but the water looked okay; it was clear and you could easily scramble up and down the bank to get in and out.

It was a lovely release from the heat of the day when I waded into the water.

We messed around for a while and then Tom suggested we tried jumping in off the bridge.

The old stone bridge was only about fifteen feet above the river. Jumping off the bridge was probably rather dangerous; we didn't know for sure how deep the water was under the bridge and we could see weeds and water plants just below the surface.

Still, we were young and foolish so we did it anyway.

I jumped off the bridge first and came up spluttering. It was thankfully deep enough and my legs didn't get tangled in the water weed.

I heard the sound of girls giggling and saw two pretty young women walking along the river bank carrying a basket between them. They were whispering to each other as they watched me splashing around in the water.

They both wore floppy wide rimmed sun hats and light floaty summer dresses and looked to be in their early twenties.

I smiled up at them, but was promptly drenched when Tom landed next to me in the water with a huge splash.

The closest girl was blonde, she had a shapely hourglass figure. She had a sort of knowing smirk on her lips as she looked us up and down. Her friend was brunette and willowy but she was behind the blonde and I didn't get a good look at her.

"Hello darling" shouted my friend Tom as soon as he rose to the surface

"Anglais stupide" she shouted back and shook her head pityingly

Even with my very limited French I realized that she was calling us 'Stupid English.' She was probably right; jumping off the old bridge was a bit stupid.

Tom was a very handsome young man and I noticed that the blonde gave him a long and lingering look before they turned and walked away.

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I had met Tom in my first year at university. I was quite shy and found it difficult to get to know people. But Tom took me under his wing and had been a good friend to me over the last two years.

Tom was a very good looking and confident. The girls at university were all over him and he seemed to have a different girlfriend every week.

He was the sort of guy who could get away with anything. He could go up to a girl that he had never met before, grab her and snog her. If I had dared to do that, I am sure I would have been rewarded with a slap or worse. When Tom did it, thanks to his looks and confidence, they giggled and kissed him back.

When we went out on Thursdays to 'Student's Night' at the local nightclub. Tom would almost always return to our 'digs' with some new beauty.

I have to admit that I was a bit jealous of Tom, but occasionally it worked out for me as well. Sometimes the new girl would have a 'less attractive' friend and I would briefly hook up with them.

Tom would be wild about his new girl for the first few days, but by Monday or Tuesday he would be looking rather bored. By Wednesday it would all be over and Thursday he would find someone new.

If I had hooked up with the girl's 'less attractive' friend, then that always ended things between us as well.

I seemed to be forever opening the door to our apartment to find yet another weeping ex-girlfriend begging for Tom to take her back. He never understood why the girls were so upset when he finished with them.

To be fair to Tom he had some ethics; he always told the girls that he wasn't looking for a serious relationship, but many of them clearly hoped for more. He also never had more than one girlfriend at once. He would always dump the old one before shagging a new girl.

Tom was getting quite a reputation as a 'player'. He left a trail of hurt and angry women and, as I was his friend, they disliked me too.

By the end of our second year he had worked his way through almost all the pretty girls on campus.

I suspected that Tom needed the summer break to recharge in preparation for next years intake of cute new 'fresher' girls.

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We messed around in the water for a while until we got bored. Tom kept making wistful glances in the direction where the two young french women had gone.

I could tell that he wanted to see them again and he readily agreed when I suggested that we explore down river.

We floated in the water and drifted along in the gentle current.

The river meandered a little, but after a few hundred yards we saw the wall of a tumbled down stone building on one side.

There were tall reeds growing on the banks of the river so we didn't see the young women immediately.

Suddenly Tom tapped on my shoulder and brought a finger to his lips to indicate that I should be quiet. I planted my feet back down to stop myself drifting and tried to see what he was looking at.

There were the two pretty young French women, they were very close, only a few feet away. They were sunbathing, stretched out on their backs on beach towels in front of the tumbled down wall.

We immediately realized that they were completely naked. I could see their young breasts and the downy mounds of their pussies.

Most English girls, that I had been with, had completely shaved pubic hair. These French girls still had theirs. They looked so natural and sexy with their neatly trimmed fluff.

We stood transfixed for several minutes just ogling at them.

The young women had their eyes closed, enjoying the warm sun on their bodies and were clearly oblivious to our presence.

Eventually Tom gave us away. He had been creeping forward to get a better view, slipped on a wet stone and splashed down into the water.

The young women immediately sat up alarmed.

I ducked down low, but I was pretty sure that they had seen me. Tom mouthed 'sorry' at me but we couldn't resist sniggering together at our predicament.

I heard them talking angrily together in French. They were talking very quickly and I didn't understand most of what they were saying. I caught just the odd few words; putain (fuck), connard (asshole) and merde (shit) seemed to feature quite heavily in what they were saying. I didn't enjoy languages at school, and had given up French as soon as humanly possible. Tom wasn't much better at it than I was.

The young women eventually calmed down and, after a while, they were quiet again.

After waiting a little longer, Tom rose up to peek between the reeds again.

Nothing happened, so I cautiously joined him.

The young women were still there and still sunbathing naked.

The brunette had rolled onto her front and had her long legs clamped together. Clearly not wanting to give any 'peeping tom' something to perv at. She had a cute little bottom though.

The blonde seemed less worried about being spied upon; she was still on her back and if anything her legs were slightly further apart than they had been. I could make out the soft lips of her pussy.

After a while she languorously stretched and then slid one foot back towards her bottom, lifting her knee up the air in the process. We could see even more now; her lovely little pussy was covered in trimmed blonde hair, the lips of her sex slightly parted.

I was getting hard in my swimming trunks just looking at her, she looked so sexy.

The blonde had her eyes closed, but she was smirking to herself. She obviously still thought that someone was watching her and was enjoying giving them a 'show'.

She lay there slowly waggling her knee from side to side. Each time her legs parted we could see the slit of her soft pussy.

We stood entranced; wondering how far her 'show' would go? My mouth was dry with excitement.

Her nipples looked a little pointier than before and there was the beginnings of a rosy flush on her chest.

She moved her hands up to her young breasts, they were large yet firm. She just rested her hands there initially, but after a while she gently caressed them. I saw her fingers slide over her nipples, tweaking them between finger and thumb as she passed.

She must have guessed that she was still being watched and she was becoming quite daring in her teasing.

She was breathing a little faster now and was a hint of creamy wetness at the base of her lovely little slit. She was clearly getting very horny.

When I saw a single drip of of her juices slowly leak out of her pussy, I almost groaned with lust.

Tom actually did groan out-loud!

"That's not fair!" he shouted out. Tom sounded quite outraged at being teased. He splashed out of the water and scrambled up the riverbank.

I could not believe that he could be so brazen, but that was Tom.

As he determinedly marched up to them, both women raised themselves up looking alarmed.

As cool as anything, he stepped out of his swimming trucks and walked up to the young blonde woman, his hard penis waggling at her.

The brunette recoiled with a little squeak of fear and covered herself with her hands.

The blonde just watched in disbelief, half-amused by his audacity. She obviously couldn't believe that a handsome naked man with a stiff cock dared approach her like this.

Tom knelt down on her towel and then slid his body over hers.

Instead of fighting him off, she giggled and put her arms around him. I couldn't believe Tom's luck.

"Estelle!" called out the brunette reproachfully.

So that was the blonde's name. Estelle didn't seem to care what her friend thought. She spread her legs and then, without a word from either of them, Tom slid his cock into her.

The brunette and I watched spellbound as Tom started to fuck Estelle.

From were I was standing I could see up between their legs. I saw Toms stiff cock pumping in and out of Estelle's furry little pussy, his heavy balls bouncing on her bottom, her creamy juices starting to coat his shaft.

Estelle was moaning in pleasure and had her arms wrapped around him. She had pulled her legs right back to give him deeper access. Tom was grunting with each thrust and hammering into her like a man possessed.

The brunette watched them with an almost shell-shocked expression, she was propped up on one arm. Her other hand modestly covering her pussy.

She was very pretty and, after a while, my attention started to shift from the rutting couple to her.

I realized that she wasn't covering herself out of modesty anymore; her index and middle fingers started to rub at her pussy with a circular motion. She couldn't seem to help playing with herself while she watched her friend being fucked.

Then I realized that she was staring directly at me. She didn't look frightened by my presence, if anything she had a look of longing in her pretty face.

I think my cock was in charge of my actions; I was in a sort of daze as I walked up the bank and approached her.

My penis was so stiff that the tip was peeking out from the top of my swimming trunks.

The brunette stared at my face and then at my bulging erection with an almost hungry expression.

She didn't recoil from me when I knelt down, gently took her by the wrist and moved her hand away from her pussy.

If she had looked at all frightened or even unsure then I would have backed off, but she didn't.

I looked her in the eyes and she looked back at me, we both knew that we were going to fuck. It was as if neither of us had a choice.

She lay back on her towel and parted her legs without a single word passing between us.

She was breathing fast, her little breasts rising and falling. I was so horny that I could hardly breath at all.

I pulled down my swimming trunks and my cock sprang out. It felt so hard. I moved over the top of her and she gazed up at me with her brown eyes.

Up close, I finally saw how very pretty she was. She had lovely delicate features, a beautiful mouth and big brown eyes.

As I lay on top of her she put her hands on my chest, not to push me off she was just touching me, caressing my body as I lowered myself down.

Having just emerged from the river, my body was cold and wet and she felt so warm to my touch.

My cock was briefly sandwiched between our belly's. I moved back a little and felt the head slide along her downy slit. It took a couple of goes to find the right spot, but then the tip of my cock found her hot little hole.

I pushed forwards. I felt the glorious sensation as the head of my cock was enveloped within her. Up until a few seconds ago my penis had been inside cold wet swimming trunks. Her vagina was wonderfully hot and very tight.

She moaned and held my shoulders as I pushed deeper, her body gradually surrendering to my thrusts.

Her pussy felt so good. Her sweet warm breath was in my face.

This young woman was so beautiful, I could barely believe my good fortune. She was completely out of my league, but she was giving herself to me.

Suddenly I heard Tom give out a loud groan and I glanced over at him and the blonde, Estelle.

Judging by his expression of ecstasy Tom was ejaculating. His cock was still inside Estelle, still buried up to his balls in her young pussy. I knew that he wasn't wearing a condom. He was pumping his semen deep inside of her.

"Oh là là!" wailed Estelle.

I didn't think French people said that in real life.

"Bordel de merde!" she scolded him and battered at his chest with her little fists. Her words sounded angry, but she really didn't look that upset. She wasn't putting any force into her punches; they appeared purely for show.

If anything, she looked amused at his audacity and was clearly loving the sensation of his hot cum filling her.

In the end Estelle seemed to give up any pretense of being angry at Tom and wrapped her arms back around him.

I turned my attention back to the beautiful girl that I was with. She was gasping and staring up at me. Her hands gripped my shoulders. Her legs were wrapped around my hips.

"Fuck mon petit cadeau!" she moaned.

I wasn't quite sure what she was saying. I obviously understood the word 'fuck'. But it was very hard to translate French into English while having sex. 'fuck my little...gift?'; That sounded encouraging and I wasn't going to stop now.

I glanced back at Tom. Tom was still on top of the Estelle, still impaled inside her. They were lying cheek to cheek and languidly watching me and the brunette enjoying one another.

It felt like an intrusion on my perfect moment and I wished that we were alone, just me and the beautiful young woman.

I could feel that I was getting close, I felt the familiar tension at the base of my penis and in my balls.

Until now I hadn't used my brain, I was being led by my cock. Using 'protection' hadn't even crossed my mind, but now I remembered that I wasn't wearing a condom.

The last thing that I really wanted was a baby, but I also felt an almost overwhelming drive to fill her with my semen. At that moment it felt so natural and so right.

I wanted to cum inside of her, but I knew that I should at least warn the lovely young woman first. Tom seemed be be able to get away with anything, but I knew I had to try to ask her permission. My lust filled brain couldn't think of the words and I was nearly ready to blow.

"I-really-want-to-cum-inside-of-you!" I eventually blurted out.

"Attaboy!" called out Tom and Estelle giggled.

I half expected her to push me off, but she just lay under me gazing into my eyes and gasping. I wasn't completely sure she had understood me, but her hands seemed to grip my shoulders tighter.

I was going to cum. Instinctively, I pushed into her as deeply as I could and held my penis at the entrance to her womb. Then my cock violently bucked and twitched. The release I felt was incredible as I pumped spurt after spurt of my hot semen inside of her. Her legs clamped around me like a vice and she writhed and moaned and her pussy pulsed around me as she climaxed as well.

I had been sharing a room with Tom all week and I only like to wank when I'm alone. As a result; I hadn't cum in ages. I pumped what felt like an enormous load into this beautiful angel.

We lay entwined for several minutes gasping with ecstasy as we recovered from our intense mutual climax.

It had been incredible; She was, by far and away, the most beautiful young woman I had ever been with. This was also the first time I had ever had an orgasm at exactly the same moment as the woman I was with. The first time I had ever had sex without a condom and the first time I had filled a woman with my semen.

As I lay there, I realized that we did not know each others names. I tried to remember the correct phrase from my schoolboy French.

"Je m'appelle James." I said awkwardly.

The brunette smiled up at me, but I heard Estelle snigger and Tom laugh out loud

"Je m'appelle James." came Toms sneering imitation of my voice, making me sound like a simpleton. "You really need to learn how play it cool!"

I ignored him.

"Je suis Beatrice" said the brunette and she kissed me on the cheek

"Beatrice" I murmured. What a beautiful name. At that moment I honestly felt that I was in love.

"I'm Tom" said Tom raising himself up a little off Estelle and pointing at his chest.

"Estelle" said Estelle looking up at him.

They grinned at each other. When Tom jokingly shook her hand and gave her a fist bump, Estelle giggled with delight.

I lay there lost in Beatrice's beauty for several minutes. Then I began to realize that she was looking a little uncomfortable as most of my weight was on her delicate body.

I really didn't want to get up, but in the end I eased myself off of her and onto my knees.

Beatrice and I both looked down and watched as my penis slipped out of her vagina, quickly followed by a thick stream of my semen. I had completely filled her young body with my cum. I worried that I might have impregnated her and I was very worried that she might be upset.

She looked up at me with a little pout on her lips as if to say: 'Look what you have done to me you nasty young man.'