Hold On, Let Belle Ride You.

I slowed a bit knowing I didn’t want to cum yet, hell I didn’t even know if the sisters where there or not so I wasn’t in a hurry. Otherwise I would be riding a horse into town and not these two lovely ladies and I much rather prefer the ladies.

“I need to get off my knees.” I said letting go of the dildo and pulling my dick out of Belle. The stage coach floor wasn’t the most comfortable thing on my knees I thought after a few minuites of fucking. I got up and sat back down across from them. “Why don’t you come sit on my lap sweetheart.” I said stroking my cock.

“Okay Monsiur.” Belle smiled as she got up and came across climbing up on the seat so she could straddle me like her mother had done. I had meant for her to face toward me but this worked to. This way mom could watch me fuck her daughter. She helped slide my dick back into her as she began to ride me. “Oh I like this.” She moaned. She had a lot more control of how fast and deep it went into her now. Going a little slower, I lifted her dress to show her mother her pussy like I had done to her daughter.

Madam Beaumont began to pound her pussy with the ivory dong she had plunging it deep and hard into her pussy as she watched sitting slightly across from me so she had an excellent view of both of us. She looked at me and ran her tongue around her mouth as she pinched at her nipple softly.

“Your Maman looks a little lonely over there, I am sure she wouldn’t mind you leaning over and showing her a little French love.” I smiled as I kissed down her bare back while my hand wrapped around groping her tit, playing with her nipple softly rolling it.

“Vous mean pour moi to lick her la chatte?” Belle giggled as she looked back over her shoulder biting her lip. Her mom smiled at the idea as she wiggled her finger at her daughter before she reached down and began to play with herself with one hand while she kept ramming the ivory cock into herself with the other.

“Fair is fair. She licked you’re petite chatte. You can at least try it.” I smiled as I kissed back up her spine to her neck. She moaned lightly at my soft kisses sent shivers down her spine.

“As you wish mon amour.” Belle smiled and leaned over and shyly kissed her Maman on the pussy before she gave her a few quick licks as if seeing how it taste. Soon she began to give her Maman’s pussy deep long strokes of her tongue over her mother’s pussy. Her mom began to rub her hand through her daughter’s hair. I put a hand back as I thrust into her harder as she began to whimper into her mother’s pussy. It didn’t take her long to get a good rhythm going as she licked at her mom’s cunt. The look on her mom’s face was sheer ecstasy. I began to fuck her faster pushing her face into her mother’s cunt. She rubbed her pussy slowly against her daughters face while I drove into her. Madame began to cry out as her body trembled, leaning her head back as she opened her mouth wide taking in deep breaths.

The sight of her having an orgasm on her daughter’s face proved too much for me as my dick exploded inside of Belle, thick hot ribbons of my seed filling her inside as I kept fucking her slightly slower. It was several seconds before I pulled my cock out seeing a small trickle of cum run out between her pussy lips. Belle climbed up on the seat beside me lifting up her dress touching at the cum and rubbing it between her fingers.

“Don’t worry, we will douche when we get to town and Maman knows what herbs you can buy to prevent pregnancy.” Madame said as she smiled still laying their panting from her own orgasm.

“Ready for round two Monsieur?” Madam teased me. She looked about out of breath as I was. I just shook my head at her and grinned as I put my cock away for now. I would rest for a bit before I went back at the ladies. The rest of the trip went like you might think. I awoke the next morning to a strange sensation as I lifted my hat and looked down I saw Mademoiselle Belle head bobbing up and down on my cock.

“Morning Belle.” I smiled. I looked over to see her mother still fast asleep in the seat across from me. Belle giggled slightly as she sat up brushing her hair from her face as she stroked me slowly.

“Bonjour Monsieur, sorry J’ did not mean d wake vous.” She smiled and kissed my cheek.

“It’s okay I am up now.” I said softly as I rubbed my face stopping for a second to massage my eyeballs. Though the curtains where still closed the light coming in through on the left side was still very bright.

“Ready for round two Monsieur?” Madam teased me. She looked about out of breath as I was. I just shook my head at her and grinned as I put my cock away for now. I would rest for a bit before I went back at the ladies. The ladies got dressed fixing their outfits and I gave Belle a handkerchief to clean up any slippage. Suddenly the stage coach stopped.

“What is going on here?” I heard the old black driver say. I could hear horses still moving towards the coach from the front. Several riders where approaching. Flint put up a finger for the ladies to be quit.

“This is a stick up, how many do you have in the back.” I heard a man say with a deep southern draw in his voice. “If you lie you die.” Great and he thought he was a poet as well. Flint just hoped he was the smart one.

“Three. Two woman and a man.” The coach driver said. So much for surprise Flint thought as I grabbed my pistol from the belt I had stashed under the seat and cocked the hammer. I wondered what was the best way to play.”

Oui, J’ will so say Monsieur.” Belle grinned as she stroked my cock. I shook my head at her and kissed her own the forehead then guided her back to her breakfast, putting my hand on her head as she sucked my cock. Suddenly the stage coach stopped and Belle sat up quickly.

“What is going on?” Belle said looking out the window, Madame sat up having been stirred by the coach stopping. I quickly began to put my cock away as I looked out the other window.*

“What is this?” I heard the old black driver say. I could hear horses still moving towards the coach from the front. Several riders where approaching. Flint put up a finger for the ladies to be quite.

“This is a stick up, how many do you have in the back.” I heard a man say with a deep southern draw in his voice. “If you lie you die.” Great and he thought he was a poet as well. Flint just hoped he was the smart one.

“Three. Two woman and a man.” The coach driver said. So much for surprise Flint thought as I grabbed my pistol from the belt I had stashed under the seat and cocked the hammer. I wondered what was the best way to play this.”