Three Lovers, Three Tales Part Three: Xavier’s Story
The third part of an erotic story, told three ways.
She was magnifique, she was incroyable, a femme délicieuse, a curvaceous beauty with the most deeply verdant green eyes I have ever had the, Mon Dieu, given gift of laying eyes upon. A radiant blonde beauty that was for me the parfaitement embodiment of a young woman coming of age. Slightly demure with a well balanced hint of self confidence that if shown how, could very well be a lover of the most divine of natures. I could see she was still too young to know, really, L’art d’amour as we Français do. Silly les Américains, they know how to fight and make toys, they did an OK job during the Great War as you know, but Amour Mais Non! My heart raced the instant I saw her. Ma belle amour would be positively enchantée by her and I would get the fucking of my life bringing this goddess home to her to etch with color on her canvas of delights.
Sipping mocha and peeking through my copy of ‘Le Journal,’ le journal plus Parisienne de tous, for the day was Wednesday, May 16, 1923. I cannot forget that day because that was the day Elle came into our world. That was the day everything changed for us all, Mme. Vienna, myself and she: Oh so sweet Elle. Later some of us would come to know a very brave, courageous and beautiful woman named Miss Amelia Earhart, who was granted her pilot’s license on that very day we met Elle. So long ago now, but I recall those days so very, very clearly now as if but yesterday.
Waiting tables this new belle chérie graced the very ground she walked upon with her delicate feet. She obviously had been on them for hours and though few could see, she was exhausted and tired, I could. As any good servant of the people, she painted a smile and friendliness upon her aura, her presence. But for her, unlike so many others, she was genuinely concerned for those in her charge, if even just for a croissant et un café. To show some love and respect even if it was not noticed was what she was about. How indeed a rare and beautiful flower she was inside and out. A foreigner in this land of amour, art and bohemian flair, though I could perceive clearly she knew much more of Love than most around her. The kicker was she didn’t know it yet. That was where Mme V. & I would come in, she and I would pollinate this lotus flower of a woman and give her wings.
We had such hope in those days, we were brave and with conviction in those short years after the, “war to end all wars,” as le Président Wilson had called it. The League of Nations, flappers, the Charleston, the Foxtrot, the Roaring 20’s as it would later be called and all that Jazz, absolument remarquable! All throughout Europe so much joie de vivre, it was impossible to imagine what was to come. But none of that mattered at the time. Yes the signs were there but we were so blind, perhaps naive, most likely both. Rumblings in the Ruhr were just beginning. Germany was divided and France was in a dream. Not aware really at all. What mattered most to many then was freedom of spirit and a genuine quest for knowing and connection to our souls. The gifts we could share with one another. And I imagined what Madame V and I could share with this beauty.
I sat fixated on her with a curiosity I could not keep to myself. How could I? She was the embodiment of Wadjet, the Protector Goddess of the infant Horus. Wadjet was the young one’s nurse in Egyptian mythology, who along with his mother Isis had been pursued through the Nile Delta by their dark uncle Set. The famous Eye of Horus had been the symbol for Wadjet long, long before it had been referred to as such in the early days of the land once known as Kemet. She married the rising energy of kundalini within to the all seeing eye of Creation with serpentine energy. The uraeus and the ankh united was her symbolism as was with other deities later in time. She was in fact the long forgotten epitome of the forces of sexuality and creation as well as being a protector goddess. Femininity in all its beauty, so very very long before the forces of patriarchy and male not knowing came to be. So very very long before the unification of the Upper and Lower lands of Egypt. So very very long ago when the peoples the world over prayed to the Goddesses. Farther back in time than even what your high story books would refer to as 8000 BCE. Let’s say about the time the first posts at Stonehenge were being set.
For us in May of 1923, it had been less than a year earlier the now most famous of discoveries by Carter had been found in the Valley of the Kings, the tomb of the boy-king Tutankhamun. The craze and fascination with mummies, the mystery of Egypt and the spell of their stories had many of us, the world over, in a state of intense curiosity and wonder. And there I was staring at this goddess of blue-green, of protection and kundalini. Oh Mon Dieu, aidez-moi s’il vous plaît. I did not know so much then as I do now of those mysteries of mysteries. Much was still unknown then. However, something wove itself between the ancient sands of time and that little cafe on le boulevard Saint Germain. Something magical, something deeply intimate and searching, a quest of the most delicate and yet powerfully magnetic and potent at the same time.
It was obvious that Elle was intrigued by us by the time she stood before us in the dawn’s early light of the next day. The idea of making a few francs to pose was wonderful and now this. This was icing on the gâteau for her. Yet her inexperience showed and that in and of itself was very attractive. She was in her demure self then. At first, she was not sure how to carry herself, however, she had felt us while we kissed waiting for her to prepare herself. Draping her naked voluptuous body with a fine piece of silk Mme. V and I had found in a Japanese silk shop not far away. My amour was to sketch first, then paint this delectable creature. Oh how délicieux it was going to be to witness and be active in the tracing of her lines and beauty divine. All with masterful strokes of genius on skin and canvas.
She read accurately our signals of desire for her in our mutual caresses of one another. We had intended for her to catch us. Me with my hand on one of my Love’s beautiful breasts and her hands on my derriére while we kissed with all the passion and desire our feelings then could show. It had been planned earlier you see.
While fucking me senseless Mme. V’s muse was planning and scheming. Morning wood was like that, for my Love’s blue-gray eyes would tingle with excitement and want even before I could get out of bed. On top of me, riding wildly and freely, she told me of her plans for this very now. She with hands on my chest rocking her soaking wet pussy all over my engorged shaft babbled like a fast flowing brook with eyes aglow and voice heightened. Lovemaking inspired her as I poured my energy, my Chi into her. Bringing on the spark of creativity we both were so good at conjuring together. Our stars had made for our compatibility as had our previous lives’ encounters with one another. And it was apparent to me Elle was one of those as well.
Now that she was here in the flesh Mme. V was so very turned on and excited. Her tongue penetrated deeply into my eager awaiting mouth, yearning, thrilled to the core to have found the ONE finally! Her Wadjet was preparing herself. There was no doubt our verdant eyed goddess had picked up on us, though she had said nothing. The scent of our sex no doubt still lingered in the air from all the intense fucking, sucking and all around debauchery the last half day brought us both. Something had clicked and now she of shes was here to share in that.
Mme. V guided our goddess to prop herself up in just a certain way and with drape set to expose her gorgeousness just the way she liked. Stepping back she took in her model of parefection. Something was not right. And she asked me to fix it and I made the attempt but was delirious and not quite myself. I was under this blonde woman’s spell. Mon Dieu, I wanted her so bad. I had been able to subtly and with grace touch her bountiful breasts in the adjusting of the fabric but I was lost in the passion for her and my Lover knew it.
My ruddy haired vixen snapped me out of my delirium, my sexually induced euphoria, my mind emptiness, and set me to the task at hand. Few if any of Vienna’s habitués had ever had that effect on me, hence the reason the memory of her is so very very clear.
“Mais non, Xavier!” and so she came right up to Elle and adjusted the drape the way her eye for light needed. Mme. V once having did the drape thing opened her legs to taunt and tease this beauty’s quickly moistening valley with her deliberate and skilled fingers. Ma chérie knew how to pleasure men and women, for we both had loved and opened many to their true selves. I could “feel” her now caught truly in our spell. My sweet lover of women in front of her and myself behind her. Elle’s breath staggered, her throat dry and parched from thirst of the most sexual of kinds. And my sweet artist of sensuality picked up on this, “Kiss her again, Xavier.” And I so did and with all of myself. Those pouty délicieuse lips were mine to indulge, suck and eat ever so slowly, to penetrate with my tongue and find the real her. Oh Mon Dieu, my cock raged, begging with its hardness for her to touch, to kiss, to put into that honey mouth I was now exploring and setting free.
My Love was fast and furious on her cunt with ministrations of finger dancing paired with exquisitely paced pleasure. Opening her wide, to pollinate her petals, she brought her soft lips down on Elle’s tenderness and lapped her most sweet of sweet lips. My own lips and tongue continued to play with hers and I could feel my Mme. V’s lover energy flow through our Elle, our Wadjet. Up through her body, through her soaking wetness, igniting and electrifying her very core to excitement and Life. Elle reached within my soul and soon I felt her cum on my Lover’s mouth with spasms and jolts. Her entire body twitched from my Lover’s skills in the gift of giving orgasm. All the while she pulled on my Chi through my lips drawing me into her, inviting and releasing as the very last of her inhibitions and doubts eased away. There she was! There was that Lover within her I knew was there. She was ours now! She was growing her wings!
She reached down into my trousers, tented with the rage of my hard cock, pre-cum seeping from it. For I was utterly turned on and aroused. Mon Dieu, so few have had that effect on me as my Mme. V had and now Elle. She took it into her mouth and drank of my manly fluid on the head of it. Circling her tongue over it to taste and ingest. She ate me live and my soul sang with her taking flight. Her wings soared high on my shaft in her tender, sweet, soft mouth. It did not take long and I poured all of me into all of her and she swallowed and took it all eagerly.
My Love set to sketching but insisted I keep that flush in her cheeks. The red with the green was invigorating her muse. “Eat her Xavier, I know you want to, I feel your desire for her. Take her and let me sketch. It will be parfait.”
And so I did. And with relish. With all of me, I dined and feasted on that sweet young woman. Circling my tongue over her budding flower of femininity and darting it into her entrance and drinking. Indulging my need to take up the juices that flowed so sweetly into my mouth. And my Mme. V was thrilled as her muse through her, captured that which she had so long awaited. Parefection de Femme.
Soon brush met canvas and cock met pussies and we delighted in one another again and again over those months that passed until the creation was done. We made our Wadjet cum so many times and she made us cum so many times. We loved and we danced and we sang to our hearts delight.
