Les Trois Moustachères
I bet you didn't know that Madame Dumas had penned a novel of her own at the time her darling Alexandre wrote his famous Les Trois Mousquataires. That is forgivable, because you see, her book was never published.
She had titled her labor of love, Les Trois Moustachères, in this account though, the three were ladies.
I was most lucky to find a dog-eared version of her text, written in French of course and I will now endeavour to relate some of the story to you.
I would like to present you LusciousLesbea, a most beautiful Amazonian, very tall, very well endowed but also very well proportioned. It was said that she was a most sensual woman, her amorous escapades were known far and wide for she was a true bilingual. Her attentions were equally lavished upon men or women, she had no preference, well actually she did, she preferred one of each to feast upon at the same time.
Next there was Miss Sucette, her real name was Suzette but she had earned that sous-braquet Sucette because of her love of all things oral. Of course it mattered not what she sucked on, be it cock or nip or clit, she was an equal opportunity sucker of legendary technique.
And last but not least, was Moanik, a sweetly submissive girl who took great joy in letting her two friends hone their skills on her always willing body. She was called such because one was reminded of angels singing when she was heard to moan, which she often did at the hands and tongues of her two friends.
The three friends had decided that their calling was to bring pleasure to needy men and women. They were all in agreement that the greatest pleasure by far was having an orgasm, or causing one. And so they banded together to scour countryside or town in search of fair damsel or hardy fellow who needed to experience joy.
And now the story begins.
It had been a particularly hot day, Monsieur Rock had decided to stop by the little pond on his way home, a dip in the cooling water would be most welcome. He had reigned in his big black stallion and quickly secured him to a fence post. He walked towards the pond, unbuttoning his shirt, loosening his britches and was looking forward to just jumping in the water.
He became aware that there were voices, squeals of laughter and sounds of water splashing and so he quieted his step standing behind a bush to see what all the commotion was about.
His eyes became round at the sight before him. Three beautiful wenches in their naked glory, playing in the water. The tall one stood up suddenly and he gazed upon her perfection, the large breasts swaying as she splashed water towards a smaller girl, well, she was smaller in stature but certainly her breasts were just as impressive. She lay on her back and floated, her mounds clear out of the water, nipples hard and dark, undoubtedly from the cold of the spring fed pond.
The third girl was just walking out of the water, wringing her hair out when she lifted her head and her eyes came in contact with his. She showed no sign of shock or embarrassment and smiled to him, extending her hand.
"Come and join us, the water is most fine."
Monsieur Rock did not have to be invited twice, he stepped through the brush and continued to peel off his clothing. All three women watched as he pulled his shirt off, baring his muscled shoulders and hairy chest.
He thought he heard one of the ladies moan.
"You ladies do not mind if I join your frolicking?"
The moaner giggled, "Ah non M'Sieur, we were praying for someone like you to come along."
