Unlike his brother Atikur, Anjun had fallen head over heels in love with Michele, for she was the first woman he had ever fucked, and, as he looked at her beautiful sleeping form he knew that it had been worth the wait. Now, as the morning sun moved across the sky, he knew he had to get up to piss, moving her arm as he eased out of bed, looking at her beautiful naked body as he got up.
To Anjun, as well as all the men in Paris, Michele was a beautiful young woman, and he felt his cock stir as he headed to the bathroom. On the way he passed his brother's room as he went down the hall, looked in and saw that the Countess had already wakened and had her brother's cock stuffed into her mouth. Without missing a beat, the Countess looked up as he walked by and waved to him. She was really working his brother over and knew that he probably wouldn't last long at the rate she was moving her head, especially when he heard him telling the Countess "Please Mistress! Stop! I've got to pee so bad I can't stand it!" But, despite her young boy toy's plea, the insatiable Countess kept sucking his cock, hoping she would get her breakfast before long, as she reached down and massaged his balls, and then felt his cock grow, after which he began to flood her mouth with his hot cum. However instead of stopping, the Countess kept sucking, not wanting to miss a drop, until finally she let him go and he jumped from bed and headed for the bathroom.
The night before, after Michele and the brothers returned to their apartment, the three of them found the Countess waiting for them wearing a latex dominatrix outfit, which, despite her age of 55, even though the Countess's face and body did not look a day over 35, she looked truly erotic in. The remainder of the night was then filled with a myriad assortment of sex games, for which the Countess had brought with her a wide assortment of sex toys, including a pair of strap-on dildos that she and Michele used to fuck each of the young men in the ass, while at the same time they fucked either of the women below them. Among the other sex games they played was a dare session in which Michele and the Countess poured hot wax onto each others breasts at the same time they sucked and fucked the brothers cocks. However, by the time dawn had broke, the brothers retired to their separate rooms and proceeded to make love to each woman until finally they all passed out and fell asleep.
When Atikur reentered his room, the Countess ordered him to get over to her, which he did as she again grabbed his cock, aimed it at her mouth, and commenced to take him into her mouth and started sucking. By now Atikur had become used to this, for he knew that she loved the taste of cum first thing in the morning, as he looked down and watched as she moved up and down his cock and reached up to fondle his balls. Atikur was glad he had already pissed because he knew she would have to work at him for a little while now, which she gladly did as she pushed forward and he felt his cock go into her throat, whereupon she began to fuck him with her mouth and throat, the sensation of which caused his cock to become harder as she moved her head faster mouth fucking him. Soon, after several minutes, the Countess felt her young lover's balls tighten up as he reached down and took her head in his hands and proceeded to buck his hips into her face, which in turned caused her to drop her hand from his balls and just enjoyed the feeling he was giving her, until finally she orgasmed as he continued to fuck her mouth harder with ever stroke.
As all this was happening, Anjun silently walked in the room and sat on the bed and watched as the Countess let Atikur fuck her mouth. Looking at the Countess, whose body was that of a dancer, and whose beauty was that of a starlet, he marveled at this woman who, despite being so beautiful, was only to happy to please men young enough to be her sons. Eventually, Anjun heard his brother cry out that he was going to cum, at which point the Countess pushed her face as far as she could into his crotch. As the Countess moved further down on his brother's cock, Anjun watched her throat move slowly up and down swallowing the spunk that he was pumping directly into her stomach. Then, after he could no longer take it, Atikur's knees buckled and he knelt to the floor, after which, several minutes later, he pulled his softened cock from her mouth, after which the Countess looked up at him and said "I love you Atikur, thank you for everything" and then she kissed his cock and got up on her feet.
The Countess then looked over at Anjun, and he saw tears running down her cheeks and wondered if it was because she had been deep throating or something else. Wiping away her tears, the Countess asked if Michele was still asleep. Atikur then said to her than when he went to take a piss she was still sleeping, at which time the Countess decided to go find out for herself, but not before ordering the boys, to make some coffee and bring it to her and Michele. As the Countess walked naked toward Anjun's bedroom, the boys, who also were stark naked headed in the opposite direction to prepare morning coffee. Minutes later, when the boys entered Anjun's bedroom, they found that the Countess had her face buried in Michele's pussy with her ass in the air, the site of which caused the brothers cocks to rise, as Anjun, who had yet to cum, asked Atikur, "Okay, if I nail her?"
Atikur simply nodded, and placed the tray of coffee down on the dresser and watched as his brother moved in behind the Countess and slid his cock into her dripping pussy, which in turn caused her to moan into Michele's cunt as he began fucking her in earnest, as Michele, who was holding her breasts tight, looked at Anjun, and said "Good morning, honey."
Without missing a beat or stroke, Anjun continued to fuck the Countess, and said to Michele "Good morning, I love you, baby."
However, Michele never replied the same as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the Countess's tongue, as she herself savored the feeling of having her pussy licked. Just like his brother had done all night, Anjun pounded into the pussy of the Countess with a vengeance. For long minutes his cock pistoned into her shaved cunt and he reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide, as he inserted his thumbs into her ass, the sensation of which caused her to groan as she felt her ass spread to accommodate him as he then pushed his thumbs deeper into her ass and pried the tight hole open.
Then, without any warning, the Countess ground herself back against him as she came, her cunt widening and flooding him with her juices, while simultaneously Anjun picked up his pace and listened to Michele whimper and moan through her own private orgasm as she grabbed the Countess's head and held her tightly against her pussy. Soon thereafter Anjun announced he was going to cum, to which Michele responded that she wanted him to cum in her face as he pulled his cock free from the Countess and went to her head and jerked his cock a couple of times as his sperm coated her face. Then, after he slacked off, Michele put his cock in her mouth and sucked what spunk he still had left in him into her mouth, after which the three of them laid back and relaxed as Atikur clapped and yelled "Bravo! Encore!"
As his brother clapped and requested a second show, Anjun laughed and told him that there was no way he could do an encore, for he was still spent from the night before. Meanwhile, underneath him, the Countess laid at Michele's cunt and licked softly enjoying the taste of the result of her work, as Michele yawned and almost fell back to sleep; however before she could doze, the Countess informed her that they had places to go, including another tour of the museum's statue exhibit. The Countess then moved to her face, kissed her deep, and then got up, after which Michele stood and the four of them headed out of the bedroom. The cum was still dripping from Michele's painted white cheeks as she sipped on her coffee and went to the bathroom, after which she returned to the kitchen and found the Countess and the brothers discussing what was in store for the day.
As Atikur served the women breakfast, the Countess informed Michele that for the remainder of the day they were going shopping, have lunch, and then in the afternoon they would go back to the museum for another 'look around', after which she would return with Michele to her apartment and prepare her for her 'date' with Luc. However, before they could begin their day, the Countess handed Michele an envelope and told her to brace herself for the ugly truth that the contents of the envelope contained, which, she said had been delivered to her office last night by an FBI agent stationed at the American Embassy. As Michele read the contents of the envelope, especially the FBI supplemental report and her husband's confession to the police, her heart sank and she cried with the realization that she could never return to the life she once knew. However, despite the sadness, Michele made sure to scrutinize the reports and was shocked to see that the man she once loved was nothing more than a traitor. Had Michele not been sitting nude in an apartment with two naked virile male lovers, as well as a beautiful nude English princess, she might have begun sobbing uncontrollably; however, instead she let all three of them read the reports, and then went on to tell them her life story and how unhappy she had been before accepting Kincaid's offer to come to Paris.
Several hours later, after having read all of the police and FBI reports, Barry's handwritten confession, as well as witnessing the digital video of the search warrant that was carried out on her house, Michele was still, to put it mildly, in shock, especially after learning that her husband was now going to prison for nearly life. If that weren't bad enough, the FBI was now on their way to the museum office of the Countess in order to ask her a whole list of questions regarding her husband, her loyalty to the United States, as well as her love affair with Kincaid in Paris. To top it all off, her sister had informed her, when she called back home from Anjun and Atikur's apartment, that just last night the home that she and Barry had purchased had been seized by the government. When Michele heard the horrible news she was in a frenzy; however, her nerves were quickly calmed by Kincaid, who had called to check up on her, and who was, as luck would have it, near Chicago and had an American friend assigned to the case.
Kincaid then told Michele that he would do all he could to retrieve from her house the journals, which she had earlier told him that she had written her most private and perverted thoughts. He then confirmed Michele's worst fears that, from what his friend in charge of the investigation told him, it definitely looked like Barry was going to be going to prison for a very long time and that, as of that instant, Michele was considered an accomplice and subject to serious scrutiny and further investigation, should she decide to return to America. After Kincaid had calmed Michele down he gently turned the subject to her time with the Countess and his proteges, the thought of which quickly turned Michele's sour mood around as she described to him in explicit detail all that had happened to her since she had last seen him in the cafe. Finally, after nearly 45 minutes of talking, Kincaid told Michele that he had to hang up the phone, but promised that he would be returning to Paris in a day or two, and that when he returned, he would bring with him what he could from her seized house in Chicago.
When Michele finally hung up the phone, the Countess walked in wearing a very conservative business suit and carrying with her a pair of loose fitting jeans and sweatshirt for Michele, who was still semi-nude in a pair of thong panties that she had worn underneath the Countess's raincoat on the way back yesterday from the museum. As Michele put the frumpy clothes on, the Countess assured her that she would definitely be dressed better for her date with Kincaid, which, according to the clock on the wall was still nearly ten hours away. In the meantime, after her interview with the FBI, Michele and the Countess had plans to shop for a new dress and then go to a lesbian spa, where, the Countess assured Michele, the touch of the ladies would make her completely forget about Barry and her unhappy marriage. After which, the Countess promised to introduce Michele to the statues that had given rise to the museum's reputation as being haunted.
Later, when the FBI finally arrived at the office of the Countess, Michele had already reread the police report, and thus had seemingly prepared herself for the questions she thought the agent would ask. However, by the time the 90 minute interview had concluded, Michele was steaming mad at the cocky young agent who had questioned not only her patriotism and moral character, but had never once asked her about whether Barry was innocent, or whether he was capable of such a crime. The first questions the agent asked Michele, centered around her fidelity, to which she replied that, prior to her trip to Paris she had been completely faithful to Barry, but then admitted to the agent that she had met Kincaid online and had quickly fallen in love with him.
Such an answer was all the young agent needed to make Michele feel extremely uncomfortable, especially when he asked if she had ever been molested a child, and then moved onto questions regarding her loyalty to the United States. For Michele it was not the type of questions that were asked, but instead was the tone of the questioner that unsettled her. Towards the end of the interview, Michele was put on notice that, when she returned to the United States, should she not be arrested, she would likely be the subject of a separate investigation concerning her relationship with Kincaid, whom the agent had informed her, with a knowing smirk, that her lover not just an intelligence analyst, but rather he was a highly paid spy and a documented enemy of the United States. However, there was nothing definitive to link Kincaid and his partner Luc to Barry's arrest and indictment for treason.
Upon learning that Kincaid was more than just a mere report writer, the realization that he was a 007 type of spy was far from upsetting to Michele, for she had long suspected he was not quite the person who he had said he was. In fact she had harbored the hope that he was a spy, as it would have easily explained the mystery as to how he had been able to so easily introduce her into the erotic underworld. The more the FBI agent told her about Kincaid and how he was persona non grata in the United States, the more determined Michele became to renounce her citizenship and stay there in Paris with the man, as well as the erotic world in which he inhabited, she loved and desired now more than anything. By the time the interview had concluded, it was clear to Michele that her marriage to Barry was effectively over, and that, she herself was now deemed a target and a traitor. In fact, as the Countess later said to her, Michele was now a spy in the house of love. With that knowledge that she herself was now tainted as an enemy of the United States, it was now crystal clear to Michele that she was now and forever going to be an expatriate. However, the thought of never returning to America saddened her, for she didn't know when or if she was ever going to see her sister or her nieces again.
Later that day, after a full day of shopping for clothes the Countess and Michele sat down at an outdoor cafe, where the Countess then pulled from her purse a plastic egg which she told Michele contained a sheer black dress that Kincaid had requested that she wear for her date with Luc. As Michele looked at the transparent egg, she saw that the dress, when compacted, fit easily into her closed fist, she asked the Countess to tell her, as she had promised after the FBI interviewed her, about Kincaid, for by now she was starving for more information about the spy who loved her.
"Very well then Michele, I will tell you as much as I know about Kincaid, but only the things which you need to know now. There is much Luc will tell you tonight, and of course I know Kincaid has been waiting to tell you the truth about his real life," the Countess said as she placed her sunglasses on and looked out over the Seine, sipping her black coffee as she told Michele how she came to know Kincaid many years ago.
According to the Countess, Kincaid was recruited by the DGSE at about the same time she went to work for Britain's MI-6 in the 1990's. While Kincaid was a bright young naval officer and computer genius, the Countess was an artist who had a talent for breaking codes that even the most ardent cryptologist deemed unbreakable. After their recruitment, both Kincaid and the Countess were partnered up during a joint terrorism mission, after which they both became lovers and friends, however a lifelong romance was never seen as wise, for, at that time the DGSE and MI-6 frowned upon such unions between agents of rival services. After his recruitment, Kincaid slowly but surely, thanks to his abilities to hack into and slip out of, unnoticed, even the most hardened computer systems, as well as his skills in speaking several languages, became one of France's most succesful spies, especially when he joined forces early in his career with Luc, both of whom were then sent to Japan on a top secret mission, which. After their tour in Japan ended, Luc and Kincaid maintained their partnership and eventually became a trio with the addition of a Japanese woman named Ukiko.
However, according to the Countess, the three way relationship with Ukiko was problematic from the start since she and Luc had serious differences over her romantic entanglement with Kincaid, but, despite the problems, the trio continued working together until Luc quit the team to pursue solo missions in Africa, thus leaving Kincaid to fend for himself. Eventually though the truth of Ukiko's identity became known to the DGSE, via a fact finding mission Luc had made to Japan. The truth of Ukiko's identity was that she was a double agent and that she had been sent to France by her father, who was then the chief of industrial espionage for the Japanese External Trade Organization (JETRO). The problem for Kincaid though was that, unlike him, Ukiko was a trained assassin with a sadistic temperament, and that the elimination of her would only be possible if it was Kincaid who pulled the trigger, something that he was naturally loathe to do. However, despite his love, the Countess explained, pulling the trigger is exactly what Kincaid did during a vacation to Bermuda where he, upon orders, reluctantly left her for dead in shark infested waters.
By this time Michele was hanging on every word as the Countess confided to her that, ever since that time, nearly 20 years ago, Kincaid had never been the same or had seemed as happy as he was now, ever since she, Michele, had come into his life and helped erase the haunted images he had of not only Ukiko, but also of other women he had loved during his years as a spy. As for herself, the Countess stayed with MI-6 for many years, eventually becoming the head of its code breaking division, but by the time she had reached 40 the publicity surrounding her relationship with Prince Harry had forced her to retire, whereupon she decided to focus on her true love, the sensual arts of the Far East.
However, not long after her marriage to the prince, he was assassinated. Not to long after, the Countess used her inheritance from the Royal Family to open up the Paris Institute of Oriental Arts and use it as a place to school young men, such as Atikur and Anjun, in the erotic arts of the Kama Sutra and other Eastern sensual practices, the lessons of which were taught both by her and Kincaid to a select group of students from all around the world. However, despite her retirement from the spy business, the Countess made it clear that, despite her inactive status, she still worked as a free lance trainer in Roissy. It was at that point, after having heard the name Roissy a second time, Michele asked what it was, to which the Countess simply said, "I wish I could tell you, but alas, that is a classified secret. However, if you are a brave and adventurous girl, which I think you are, hopefully you will soon be willing to experience Roissy for yourself."
With that, the Countess and Michele paid their bill, and headed to a Chinese spa, where the goal was not sexual gratification, as Michele had hoped, but rather a time to have her sore muscles massaged, her pores cleaned, and her spirit refreshed. As the women luxuriated in the spa, while getting their pedicures, the Countess and Michele shared some of their deepest secrets, including some of their yet to be filled fantasies. One of the biggest fantasies the Countess had was to be fucked by a stud horse, just like she had seen in a movie once. Upon hearing this fantasy, Michele was at first repulsed, but as she listened to the Countess describe her Centaur dream, the more Michele wondered if such a dream wasn't worth exploring. It was at this point in the conversation that the Countess asked one of the Chinese servant girls to hand her the book that said simply Emmanuelle in Africa, in which were several Centaur dreams. After the girl handed the Countess the book, she began reading out loud to Michele and the young teenage servant girls.
Suddenly, as she was overwhelmed by her tiredness, Emmanuelle once again found herself mired in a strange dream, as she suddenly felt herself running and gasping for breath, with deep sighs that made her chest heave, which in turned caused her breasts to rise and fall in slow motion. However, as Emmanuelle continued to run, she sensed that she was losing ground with each step. As she ran, Emmanuelle saw before her a fine foggy mist which covered the ground, and parted as her ripe body sliced though it. Behind her, the sound of galloping hooves sounded closer with each second.
Suddenly, after turning her head to try and catch a glimpse of her pursuer, Emmanuelle slipped and fell, tearing her sheer nightgown and exposing the long length of her leg to the shaved silkiness of her crotch. However, despite the fall, Emmanuelle rose quickly, but stepped on the hem of the gown, making it tear again at one shoulder, before finally she resumed her running. As she continued to flee, the galloping behind her continued, yet the sound of her pursuer indicated that it had now slowed down to a casual trot, as Emmanuelle found herself beginning to tire, stumbling again, rising, stumbling yet again, before she finally found herself with barely enough strength to crawl.
As Emmanuelle crawled in the dirt, she heard hoof beats approach her from behind with slow deliberation. Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled out of her tattered white gown as one hoof held down a ripped edge, as she continued to try to escape on all fours. Emmanuelle’s orientation, by now, was completely lost as she tried to make her way through the mist, which collected as fine droplets that mixed with her sweat and flowed in tiny rivers along her skin. Despite the fact that she was totally exhausted, and barely conscious, she tried to climb over a large tree stump in a last desperate attempt to escape her pursuer.
However, when Emmanuelle was halfway over the tree stump, she suddenly felt her legs being forced apart as she lands hard, on her belly, on the tree stump, which elevated her ass invitingly. Now completely defeated, Emmanuelle resigned herself to her fate, as she saw two hooves straddle either side of her, and then felt an enormous cock rub against her sodden pussy lips. Breathlessly, as the cock head pressed in, Emmanuelle mouthed the word ‘no’, while at the same time she arched her back in order to improve, for her pursuer, the angle of entry. Then, as the cock head pressed in, Emmanuelle looked over her shoulder to see the devilish grin of the half-man, half-horse, Centaur.
Upon seeing the surrender on Emmanuelle’s face, the Centaur grabbed a fistful of her flaming red hair, at the same time he slid into her slowly, allowing her to adjust as his massive mythical cock violated her. From below, Emmanuelle, impatient with lust from the sight of her captor, moved her hips back to drive the Centaur’s horse cock deeper into her, while at the same time she moaned with desire, the echos of which reverberated throughout the green forest. Meanwhile, from above, the Centaur, upon seeing Emmanuelle’s readiness and willingness, after he had completely buried his 16 inch cock into her near bottomless cunt, then began to rhythmically fuck her with long and slow strokes. As the beast slowly penetrated her, the Centaur could hear Emmanuelle’s moans and gasps of ecstasy urging him to move faster…deeper.
After a long while, as Emmanuelle was in the midst of her sixth orgasm, she suddenly sensed that she may be in danger, for a cock this size could easily split her in half; however, she was overcome by far too much raw pleasure and ecstasy, that she was afraid to make the slightest move to stop it. Thus she slowly moved to oblivion, the giant cock guiding her there, until suddenly in the distance she could hear another set of hoofs approaching...
Listening to the Countess read from her soon to published erotic novel made Michele reconsider her repulsion of bestiality, but only when it came to horses, for the way the Countess had described the Centaur made Michele ask to hear more, which the Countess was only to happy to oblige...
As the water cascaded upon her, Emmanuelle found herself suddenly staring at the sight before her. Lying on his side, sleeping, was the Centaur who had just ravaged her. Her pussy and asshole still feeling the aftereffects of the experience. Suddenly, anger overcame her, and she reached for a stone, a stick, anything to help her injure him. Picking up a large rock, she raised over the Centaur’s head.....but then paused, as she glanced over the Centaur’s physique and her eyes fell upon his cock.
Even not erect, it was massive. Curious, she lowered the stone to the ground, and crawled next to the sleeping creature. Even as he slept, the giant cock seemed alive, throbbing with power; a power that once again came over her and again controlled her. She reached down to touch it, and it stirred. Slowly, it began to respond to her touch, as Emmanuelle continued to stroke and caress it, rubbing its length, reviving it to its true potential. Soon, it was the size of a large man's forearm, with a head the size of her fist.
Mesmerized, Emmanuelle rubbed her cheek against it, allowing some of the oozing fluid to brush against her lips. As she tasted his essence, Emmanuelle began to feel dazed and woozy. Her heart began to beat rapidly and her breath came in short gasps. The cock head was a bit too large to fit into her mouth, but she ran her tongue over and into the pee hole, probing and tasting. Covering the hole with her mouth, she began to suck deeply, drawing more of the thick seminal fluid from it and drinking deeply of it; all the while pulling and stroking its length, coaxing it, worshiping it.
Soon Emmanuelle began to loose all control, as the stroking turned into passionate embraces, hugs, and the ever present paying homage with her mouth and tongue. Soon, she was in a frenzy. Her face, hair, and torso dripping with the slick fluid; her movements that of a slave paying physical worship of her god. The massive cock found its way between her wanting breasts, as she began to slide its length up and down her body, as her feet gently rubbed the full balls . Somehow, she managed to insinuate her tongue full into the opening, and she twirled it in tight circles, while still fucking it with her tits and body.
Had she been in a normal state, she would have noticed how full the balls were growing, but her mind, her body, her soul, and her mouth, were too engrossed in her infatuation with the sheer power of the giant cock, its veins throbbing, pulsing harder and harder. Finally, it jerked...and volumes of cum spurted out. Her mouth tried to take it all it, and she gulped greedily. Mouthful after mouthful was swallowed, but still it spurted past her wanting lips and onto her hair, face, and body; saturating it.
Overcome with both passion, and the narcotic effect of the cum in her mouth, she rolled on her side, raised her hips, lifted one leg, and moved onto it. She continued until it was all but totally inside of her, then she began to ride it in long, even strokes. The pace quickened, until she was as a woman possessed. She could feel her internal organs being displaced with the sheer size of it. Finally, she came and shuddered with pleasure, passing out while still empaled......
After she read the passage, the Countess looked deep into Michele's smoldering eyes and said to her, "My erotic novels are in many ways the window to my soul, for in them I can be anyone, anyone at all. I am sure that deep within that lusty heart of yours' exists another Emmanuelle Arsan, or even a Pauline Reage. I tell you what, I am going to challenge you to come up with an unfulfilled fantasy more perverse than mine, and then I want you and I to challenge each other to, for a lack of a better term, a 'dare', in which we bear witness to the realization of our most perverse, non human fantasies. Agreed?"
To which Michele simply smiled and said, "Yes, but what are the stakes? I mean what fun is it if we can't bet on it?"
"Hmm, let me think on that one. Wait, I know, if I chicken out, I get to be your slave; however, if you chicken out, you become mine. Is it a deal?" The Countess asked.
"Deal!!" Michele said as they shook hands, after which they got dressed and caught a taxi back to the Museum, where upon the Countess asked Michele if she had given any thought as to the ideal beast whom to share her womb. To which Michele replied with a deep and soulful kisses, "Oh Yeah!!! Several, I'm just not sure which one to choose from."
By the time the women returned to the museum there was still a number of hours left before Michele was to meet Luc for dinner. After which, Michele hoped, she would get to spend some alone time with the man she saw as a mysterious enigma. Upon there return to the now closed museum, the Countess and Michele deposited their shopping bags at the apartment, and then proceeded to attack one another sexually and proceeded to make love for what seemed like an hour, until finally, after having both cum hard in a mutual sixty nine embrace, the Countess asked Michele if she was ready to meet some more of the statues down in the main exhibit area, to which Michele dreamily nodded her head yes, as she recalled the loving way the stone man made love to her on the marble bench.
Still naked, but with their heels on, Michele followed the Countess to the elevator, whereupon the got on and headed toward the main floor. It was then that the Countess explained to Michele that the man she thought was a statue, was in fact a man who only a year before had been a French soldier. It was then that the Countess explained that recently the barracks where several soldiers had been stationed in Paris, had recently come under attack by an unknown, but non contagious biological weapon, known simple as "The Rock" which when unleashed, turned men literally into stone, or clay, which is what the skin becomes. The Countess then went on to explain to Michele that the soldier whom made love to her yesterday was one of two survivors of the terrible attack, and that because the French military did not want to cause panic, they simply informed the families that they had died in a training mission in Africa. The reason why the men were now 'on display' at her museum, was to give them a place to live, when they were not at the top secret military hospital being tested upon, where no one would be wise to their real identity, in exchange for erotic interludes such as the one with Michele, and now with both she and the Countess.
By the time Michele and the Countess arrived, it was apparent that both soldiers were now more than ready to have some female companionship, if only for a short while, so as to take their minds off the fact that they were human statues. For the next several hours, Michele and the Countess did all they could to pleasure the stone men, even letting them fuck their asses, even going so far as to gently doubly penetrate both eager, but apprehensive women. By the time both men came, hard, Michele and the Countess were more than satisfied that, for at least the moment, the men, both of whom were not expected to live much longer, were happy. Unlike most men, these clay skinned men, with cocks and balls now literally made of stone, were the most gentle lovers that each woman had ever experienced, for they were perfectly aware that at any moment their hearts could stop, thus causing their now 1,000 pound bodies to fall on the lithe women who were now giving them both life and hope that someday they would be able to live a normal life. For Michele and the Countess, the feeling of being fucked by such men was more than any woman could imagine, as their stone cocks pistoned in and out of their wet pussies and asses, cumming repeatedly, with the added benefit of never going soft.
Eventually though, the time had come for the stone men to return to the hospital, for this session with Michele and the Countess was simply a reprieve from all the tests and experiments their misfortune of being the target of a mysterious terrorist had now forced them to endure. However, as Michele and the Countess walked back to the elevator, Michele could not help but wonder if she would ever make love to them again, for she sensed in their eyes and moans that soon their demise would come. As they entered the elevator, the Countess noticed Michele suddenly shedding a tear, which she then leaned over and licked off her cheek, after which the Countess said, "fear not for them Michele, for their fate has been cast, but until we find out who turned them to stone, it is them who we should thank for being so brave in the face of certain death."
Later, as Michele basked in the afterglow of yet another mind blowing orgasm in the hot tub with the Countess, before preparing herself to meet Luc, she realized that the Countess, who was now dressed in a black PVC teddy, was suddenly distracted by a BBC report on her radio about the recent plague that had already killed millions of Koreans, the Countess turned to look at Michele, suddenly kissed her deeply, and then found herself crying uncontrollably as she pointed to the headlines and said, "You know Michele the world is really terrible, and I hope that someday you can help me, Kincaid, and Luc fight those evil GENOM bastards who turned those men into stone. I know that I am not supposed to tell you this, it is what Luc is going to ask you, but the hell with it!
We need you Michele! Kincaid needs you! The whole fucking free world needs you! Promise me that tonight, if Luc asks you to join he and Kincaid in their fight, that you say yes!! I wish I was your age again, for I know that I would want to be on their new team, but alas I am to old and famous. Yet, unlike me, you are the perfect candidate for the missions that Kincaid and Luc will soon be embarking on, with or without you. That is why you are here, in Paris, to see if you have what it takes to be the next Jane Bond!" However, before Michele could reply, there was a knock on the door, it was Anjun and Atikur, who wanted to spend some more 'quality time' with Michele and savor the touch of her tongue one last time before she went out to meet with Luc, whom they also knew would be offering her the opportunity to live the adventure of a lifetime...
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