Jeff plodded slowly into his math class. Having to return to school was such a drag after summer vacation. He didn't much care for the algebra but, as a sophomore, he had to have two credits of it to graduate. He found an empty seat near a window; it would let him daydream and stare outside at the clear, bright day that was passing him by as he wasted his time in a stuffy classroom.
He slouched down and waited for the teacher to come. To kill the time, he studied the other students in his class. He knew most of them, had gone to school with most of them. One or two he had known, seemingly, for every instant of his sixteen years of life. Jeff was resigning himself to another dreary class with the same tired old faces when she walked in.
Jeff straightened in his desk and watched almost in open-mouthed amazement. The girl was simply gorgeous. She didn't seem to walk; it was as if she floated or drifted along. The flowing blond hair, the finely boned facial structure, and two startling, deep green eyes instantly captivated him. And her body! It was something out of his most erotic wet dreams.
The girl wore a micro-mini skirt which showed long, slim white legs to good effect. Her jugs weren't huge, but they were more than ample for Jeff's tastes. He simply couldn't believe he could be so lucky as to have such a ravishing creature in the same class. He may not learn much math, but the course wouldn't be dull. Not with her to brighten up the room.
Jeff wasn't sure exactly what happened after the teacher came into the room and gave the standard speech about working hard and keeping quiet. He was too busy studying the cascading blond hair, the smooth, sweeping curves of her legs and half exposed thighs, the trim, almost petite waist.
What struck Jeff the most forcefully about the girl was her twinlike resemblance to his older sister, Katherine. Katherine was a senior this year, and he had secretly lusted after her since he was fourteen. He had never revealed some of those dreams to anyone, especially his sister, but Jeff couldn't deny that this new girl was at least as pretty as his sister.
After class, Jeff was certain that all the other guys would rush right over and gang around. To his surprise, the one or two that did go over rapidly left. He approached the girl with some hesitancy.
"Uh, hi. My name's Jeff. I ..." He looked down into those emerald green eyes and could not continue. It was as if she had sapped his will power, stolen his soul and held it for ransom.
"Oui? Je parle Francais." She stood, smoothing out the slight wrinkle that had formed across her plaid skirt. "S'il vous plait,"
she said indicating she wanted to get by Jeff and leave.
Jeff looked slightly nonplussed at the lilting, musical flow of French from her lips. He mumbled, "A tantot, ma jeune fille."
She looked startled, then said in perfect English, "You speak French! You're the first one I've come upon in this quaint little school. Tres charmant!"
"To tell you the truth, I don't speak it very well. Your English is far better than my French." Jeff suddenly realized why the other fellows in class had been put off. This ravishing creature had convinced them she spoke only French. And he knew none of the others in math class could speak so much as a word. Both he and his sister could speak French, poorly but passably. They also knew a bit of German and Spanish. Their father had been the military liaison officer in NATO, and they had lived in France and Germany for several years.
Jeff continued, "My sister speaks it much better than I." Again, he was struck by the remarkable resemblance between the French girl and his sister.
"I must meet her! What's her name? Oh, sacre bleu! Forgive me. My name is Francoise. My mama and I are here for one school year so I can see the United States. And Mama instructs at one of the fashion schools."
Jeff could imagine this was where Francoise had learned her grace poise of movement. He had run out of things to say, but the stunning Francoise had not. "You and your sister simply must come over after school. It is lonely, not being able to speak well in English and I
am so embarrassed when I create a faux pas in your language."
"I can get Katherine. Maybe we can sort of swap lessons. You know, you can practice English, and we can brush up on our French." This was turning out far better than Jeff could ever have hoped.
"Magnifique! I will look forward to it. Au revoir!" In a flash, Francoise had left, only the subtle fragrance of her perfume lingering to remind Jeff of her beauty. He wasn't the most forward guy around. In fact, he was more than a little shy around girls, but it was so easy to talk to Francoise. She seemed as lonely as he was.
Jeff considered the possibility that she actually was as lonely as he was. She had just come to the United States and hardly had time to meet anyone. She would grasp out for any friendly gesture. He doubted many would be forthcoming, at least, not couched in French. Him, he was just not much of a ladies' man. He wasn't a social type person and often found himself in embarrassing positions. It was easier to avoid all contact than to have to endure some situations.
But Francoise! And so much like his sister, Katherine. Jeff quickly left to find his sister and tell her about Francoise.
Jeff had to argue a bit to convince Katherine to come with him after school. What had finally prompted her was the promise of the French lessons for free. Katherine wanted to major in foreign languages in college, perhaps even go to the Sorbonne for a year. To even
qualify, she would have to be fluent in French. This was an excellent opportunity to learn.
"Are you sure she said for us to come over, Jeff?" Jeff looked into his sister's eyes, not quite as deep a green as Francoise's, but close.
He nodded and said, "She sure did. She's kind of lonesome for someone to talk with. You know most of the kids around school don't speak French. Hell, most of them don't speak English very well."
Almost absent mindedly, Katherine said, "Don't swear. It's not polite."
Jeff changed the subject by saying, "This is the place. Come on!" The house was very large, almost palatial. Jeff could hardly imagine anyone living in such splendor, but it seemed fitting that a knockout like Francoise would be surrounded by nothing but the best. He rang the doorbell and almost choked when he got a good look at the woman who opened the door.
If Francoise was gorgeous, words couldn't began to describe her mother. Her beauty was ethereal, transcendent, almost too much for a mere mortal to behold.
"Good afternoon. You must be Jeff and Katherine. Please come in and I'll find Francoise."
Jeff managed to say, "Are you her mother?"
The woman turned and smiled, "Why, yes, I am. My name is Antoinette."
The boy blurted out, "You don't look old enough to be ..." He stopped when Katherine jabbed him in the ribs-hard-with her elbow.
"That's all right. In fact, my dear, it is quite a compliment. After all, I am forty-two. Now if you will excuse me."
Jeff whispered, "Forty-two? Christ, she hardly looks older than Francoise."
"You told me she was a model. She must know all about makeup and things ..." Katherine's voice trailed off when she saw Francoise. There seemed to be some silent, instantaneous flow of communication between the two girls. They quickly began chattering away in French so fast Jeff could barely follow. Both girls walked out the front door, talking at the same time.
Jeff was left standing in entryway, totally confused.
Antoinette came up again and said, "Aren't you going with them, Jeff? I heard them say they were going to get a coke."
"I guess I don't listen fast enough. Not in French, at any rate. I don't know what place they're going to.."
Antoinette purred like a contented feline, "It doesn't really matter. Why don't you come in and we can talk?" Jeff numbly followed, as captivated by Antoinette's beauty as he was by Francoise's. The den was splendidly furnished, comfortable, intimate and very livable. This wasn't a room like Jeff saw on the cover of the household magazines ; those were sterile rooms, set like a stage for the picture. This room, with its overstuffed chairs, furry rugs and tasteful paintings on the walls was meant to be lived in. It had the look and feel.
"A drink, Jeff? Wine, perhaps?" Antoinette didn't wait for his answer but immediately went to a small bar at the far end of the den. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off the bounce of her rear as she crossed the room. And from the way
she was dressed, Jeff could easily believe she was a top model. The pink dress was made from some material like silk. It clung to Antoinette's body with fierce, static electricity, flowed with her every motion, seemed almost transparent at times, translucent at others.
She returned and handed Jeff a glass of clear, golden wine. "It's a fairly good Moselle. You do not seem to import the good wines into this country."
Jeff took a tentative sip of the fragrant liquid. It was very good, but he was hardly the world's authority on wines. And right then, if Antoinette had said it tasted like vinegar, he would have agreed.
After a brief rundown on how he had learned French, Antoinette asked, "Somehow, Jeff, you don't strike me as the kind of boy that would approach Francoise. You seem shy and withdrawn, if you don't mind me saying this."
Jeff looked down into his glass of wine and nodded. "Yeah, I am sort of an introvert, but Francoise was so pretty. I mean, well, you know, she's a really foxy-looking chick."
"Foxy?"
"Slang meaning good-looking, pretty, something like that. The first thing I thought when I first saw her was how much like Katherine she looked and I've always wanted to ..." Jeff suddenly stopped, aghast at what he had almost said.
Antoinette did not let the subject drop. "Yes? You've always wanted to ..." she encouraged him.
"I really shouldn't say anything. I'd better go." As he stood to leave, he felt her warm,
long-fingered hand rest on his arm and restrain him.
"Please, don't go. It was just that what you said interested me. About Katherine and Francoise looking alike. Did you happen to want to say you've always desired your sister ... sexually ... and this is why you summoned the nerve to talk with Francoise?"
Jeff felt his knees turn to rubber, and he collapsed back onto the sofa beside Antoinette. His world suddenly spun crazily, then snapped into a timeless crystal clarity. Jeff became intimately aware of the subtle perfume Antoinette used, the feel of her hand lightly resting on his arm, the bulges and curves prominently displayed by the tight pink dress.
He couldn't look her squarely in the eye, and it was too much for him to stare at her boobs. The thin material made it extremely obvious she was not wearing a bra. The twin buttons that were her nipples pushed hard and proud against the restraining fabric. Jeff knew he would soon blush if he stared at those wonderful tits too long. He compromised and looked at the floor.
This was almost worse than openly ogling the woman's boobs. The trim calves and feet were enclosed in kid-glove soft leather boots that reached almost to her knees. The pink dress had scooted up to mid-thigh on her, and Jeff simply could not tear his gaze away. He began to feel his crotch grow warm, then burn with desire as his cock slowly raised from its slumber and begged for a closer look between those creamy white thighs.
He said in a thin voice, "I suppose so. -That's sort of perverted. Please. I want to go."
"No, wait! It is not so bad! To want one's own sister is no real sin. And Katherine is very beautiful. I can understand your feeling. It seems to me perfectly natural."
Jeff couldn't believe it. "You mean that?" He looked up into twinkling, sparkling green eyes. He quickly dropped his gaze, acutely uncomfortable. His hard-on pushed its way up from its sheath along his leg and now pressed firmly against his fly. When he saw Antoinette's legs part in silent invitation to him, he almost blew his load.
He swallowed, licked his lips, then downed the remainder of his wine. His gaze began to drift from the spread legs and exposed thighs to the growing little pebbles that were Antoinette's nipples to her finely sculpted face. Where Jeff had licked his dry lips from nervousness, Antoinette did it sensuously, almost languorously, the tiny coral tip of her tongue barely protruding from her mouth as it made a slow circuit around her lips.
Jeff knew she had seen his erection twitching and shuddering in his pants. He wanted to leave. And he didn't. He was confused, unsure what to do. Francoise's mother really turned him on sexually, and it seemed as if he appealed to her, also.
The thought frightened him. He didn't know what to do.
"Tell me, Jeff, are you so shy that you have little experience with women?"
"Oh, no, not at all, Antoinette. I'm ..." Jeff stopped and blushed. He knew how obvious his
lie was. He amended his statement. "Well, I've gone out on a few dates. You know how it is."
"Jeff. Are you still a virgin?"
He felt he should have been insulted at the directness of the question about his personal life. Yet, somehow, he wasn't. It seemed natural to talk with this woman old enough to be his mother, who, in fact, was two years older than his mother.
His hesitancy briefly evaporated when he confessed, "Yes, I am." He didn't shout it, but it was more distinct than his admission of lusting for his own sister.
"That's not so bad either, Jeff. Everyone was a virgin once." Her voice seemed to reach out and caress him, soothe him, make him feel better. He hardly noticed the long fingers unbuttoning his shirt; her words echoed through his brain.
"Jeff, why don't you help me out of this dress? The silk clings so badly with static." She had already unzipped the boots and slipped her feet free of the encumbering leather. "Ah, so nice!" she said as she wiggled her toes.
What followed in the next few minutes was a blur in Jeff's mind. He remembered running the zipper down the back of Antoinette's dress to expose acres of gloriously tanned skin. He tried to remember how he had been divested of all his clothing but could not. Jeff just knew that Antoinette stood proud and naked before him, and that his erection bobbed and jerked in response to the beautiful, woman's body.
He didn't know where to look. Her face was something he could understand a thousand photographers fighting over to get the opportunity
to capture on film. Her firm, high breasts were crested with blood-red nipples that pointed at him like miniature fingers, summoning him for some pleasurable activity. Her waist was trim and then flared out to very womanly hips, but his gaze fastened on the fleecy triangle of her sex, nestled between those thighs he had been visually devouring.
Antoinette pirouetted for him so that he could see all of her body. She had to sun bathe totally in the nude. The contrast between her golden skin and flaxen hair was striking and made her irresistible to the boy.
His virgin cock longed to plunge between her legs and deep up into her belly. And the woman seemed to invite his untried man meat. She spread her legs as she said, "Come, Jeff, take whatever you want."
She sank gracefully to the rug and raised her legs to expose her cuntal lips. Jeff silently dropped down to his knees and edged forward, his erection preceding him as it pioneered new and unfamiliar terrain. "Closer, Jeff, closer. Let me guide you." Antoinette reached down between her legs and gently grasped the boy's long, slender cock. She irresistibly pulled him to her blushing pink labia. With her insistent pressure, Jeff could not possibly have escaped. As if he wanted to!
He sidled in until the purpled head of his shaft nudged into the fleshy doors of Antoinette's vagina. He gazed from the pit into which he was descending up the length of her body and shivered slightly. He couldn't imagine this was actually happening to him. Him, Jeff, the high school sophomore, screwing
one of the sexiest broads he'd ever seen. And he was a virgin!
Antoinette's breasts heaved up and down, the tips moving in small, invisible circles in the air above her chest. When Jeff thrust his hips forward and his cock eluded her grip as he slipped inside her, she emitted a long, loud moan of sheer pleasure. It felt sooooo good to have a cock buried inside her! And she wanted more, needed more. She could feel the heated oils of her body slowly, sluggishly flowing down her canal of carnality to surround and lubricate the hunk of virgin meat residing within. She arched her back and took Jeff's prick further into her rapidly heating depths.
"Fuck me, Jeff, fuck me!" she commanded.
He looked confused for a moment, then seemed to relax and let his body do what was natural. He began a deliberate stroking into her cunt, gradual, gentle, until the blond pubic hairs surrounding the woman's sex mingled with the brown ones hiding Jeff's balls. As he tried to pull out, Antoinette tensed her stomach muscles and clamped down hard on his length. Jeff uttered a surprised yelp, then continued his retreat against the powerful pressures being exerted on his shaft. He was first appalled and horrified at the obscene sucking noise created as he pulled out, then he began to appreciate both the heat and tightness around him. It was as if tiny electric sparks tingled and stimulated his cock, prickling and causing an almost itchy feeling that he found totally unlike anything he had ever before experienced.
Jeff leaned forward and placed his hands on
each side of the lovely French woman's sides, braced his knees against the fluffy, sensuously soft rug, and then pushed forward, harder, faster, with greater determination. Antoinette's response was not lost on him. Neither was the increased friction on his dick. The tingly feeling subtly changed to a more powerful and demanding one; now Jeff felt as if his prick were being set on fire with some erotic flamethrower. The warmth spread and consumed his groin, spread and blazed merrily away in his belly, spread faster and faster along his every nerve to explode in his brain.
Jeff managed to control his ejaculation in time. It wouldn't do if he came now. He was sure this was just the hors d'oeuvre; the entree would come later. He continued a methodical, rhythmic pumping in and out of the woman spreading her legs for him. This was wonderful, but Jeff was beginning to worry. What else should be done?
Antoinette managed to tell him. "Jeff, Jeff, darling, the little nubbin of flesh ... here ... massage it!" She managed to reach down and point out the little button of her resilient clitoris meekly poking its head up from its protective sheath. The instant Jeff touched it, Antoinette shrieked and began to buck and writhe about, impaled by his cock.
Her convulsive action frightened him. He even had the brief thought she might be dying until she collapsed back to the rug and murmured, "Again, Jeff, do it again!"
He began to finger and tweak the woman's pleasure button and instantly saw she wasn't in pain. Quite the contrary! She was in almost
unbearable ecstasy . . . and he was the one responsible !
This heartened the boy more than anything else. He was giving this knowledgeable woman a really fine screwing. He increased the tempo of his pistoning, then moaned as Antoinette began twisting from side to side. It felt as if his cock were clamped in a satiny fist, being squeezed and milked. The embers in his belly flared again and, this time, the burning extended down into the scrotum. His balls churned and boiled in their tight little sac dangling underneath his long prod. As Antoinette arched her back, Jeff felt himself sucked deeper into her greedy, cock-devouring cunt. The suction, the heat, the pressure all made his heart beat faster.
His breath came in short, staccato bursts, and he was having trouble thinking clearly. The world spun in odd tumbling motions, and all that mattered was between his legs. His cock. Her cunt. The two melting together in a wonderful fusion of man and woman.
Jeff felt the liquid fire of his come seeping up from the depths and preparing itself for the long spurt down his cock. Surprisingly, before that happened, the woman momentarily rolled free and the boy slipped from her, his cock exposed to the harsh world rather than the hot satiny paradise of her belly.
She said nothing. Antoinette lithely placed the backs of her knees on Jeff's shoulders, then said, "Now fuck me hard! HARD! DEEP AND HARD!"
Jeff didn't need her to repeat the exciting invitation. With her bent almost double, he found
that he could penetrate much deeper into her seething volcanic interior. He braced himself on his arms as before and found that he could control his motions by doing a weirdly erotic form of pushup.
He bent his arms and sank into Antoinette's liquid, fuming, frothy cuntal ocean. He straightened his arms and pulled his love-juice soaked cock out of her love channel with a slight pop, similar to a cork being pulled from a bottle of vintage champagne. Jeff soon got the motions coordinated to the point where he was plummeting with incredible power into the woman's pussy, then slowly, almost agonizingly, withdrawing.
Both were soon lost to the world and existed only for the sensation generated in their genitals. Jeff knew in a vague way that Antoinette could stand this pace all day and never tire; she was an incredibly sexy and horny woman. He couldn't hope to continue much longer.
Twice he managed to control his ejaculation, only dimly knowing how he accomplished it. This time he was unable to even begin; his cock jerked and twitched and felt as if it had been dipped into napalm, then ignited. His fiery come exploded into the gaping manhole and hosed the woman's cuntal walls with his whitewash. The orgasm that seized control of Jeff's body prevented him from doing anything but pumping up and down in wild abandon, feeling the prodigious power that coursed throughout his body and detonated in his brain, blinding him with a rainbow of newly unleashed sensations. The entire spectrum of human plea-
sure was blasted into his brain with fierce and violent impact.
Seconds, hours, years? Time meant nothing to Jeff. Finally, his load transferred to Antoinette's beckoning cavity, he began to feel rubbery and shaky all over. He opened his eyes to see his now flaccid penis slither out of her come-soaked slash. Jeff moved back and allowed the woman to lift her legs from his shoulders.
She told him in a quiet, sincere tone, "If that was really your first time, Jeff, you've got a natural aptitude!"
The boy lay back on the rug, revelling in the soft cradle of the fur rug caressing his back. He gazed up at the ceiling and thought of what she'd just said. "A natural aptitude!" What more could he really want out of life?
He had just decided that he had experienced all there could be to sex when the woman sinuously wiggled over and began licking and kissing his balls and deflated manhood. Jeff felt sleepy, tired, but the feeling of Antoinette's mouth on his genitals speeded up his pulse again and brought new life into his young body.
Soon he had another hard-on. And he also knew that there was a lot to lovemaking that he had never even considered.
He was lucky to have as skilled and eager a teacher as Antoinette!
CHAPTER TWO
The girls left the house chattering like magpies. An observer would have been amazed that either could have been listening to the other and still rattle out strings of words like a berserk machine gun. But that's what was happening. Although both were talking, both were listening intently, observing each other and taking in a full brain-load of impressions.
Before they reached the nearby hamburger stand, Francoise and Katherine knew each other better than some people who had been acquaintances for years. There was an undefinable communion of spirit between the two stunning blondes, a rapport that was forged instantly into a strong bond.
"So you're staying here just for the year?" asked Katherine.
. . "Oui. Oh, I mean yes! I should speak English to learn it better." The French girl seemed slightly nonplussed at her momentary lapse and looked down to the stained table top where her Seven-Up was becoming diluted from the melting ice cubes.
Both were oblivious to the stares of the males in the hamburger joint; anyone of those stares would have melted not only ice cubes but
hearts as well. Francoise and Katherine, however, were too busy talking to notice.
"That's all right. I should be practicing my French."
"Uh, yes, Jeff mentioned you wanted to go to the Sorbonne. Have you been to France?" Francoise's verdant green eyes seemed to bore into Katherine's soul, delving deeply into the pools of blue-green that marked one of the few differences in appearance between them.
"Yes, but only for a short while. You know. Tourist stuff. Through the Louvre in a couple hours, a drive past the Eiffel Tower, that kind of thing. But that's the sort of trip I can get out of a tour book. What's it like living in France?"
"I don't understand." Francoise let her eyes roam slowly across the table and study Katherine's body as if for the first time. What she saw she liked. The French girl envied the American's well-formed breasts thrusting proudly against the simple blue and white striped blouse without realizing her own jugs were easily a match in both size and perfection.
"What's it like to live in France . . . you know, what do you do when you're not in school? What do you do for fun? That sort of thing."
"Oh, more or less the same things as here. Boys. Men really. I prefer the older man. And we have discotheques. And I find your attitudes here about wine and drinking to be ... uh ..."
"Backwards?" Katherine supplied.
Francoise nodded. She smiled as her eyes
locked onto Katherine's again. "And of course, France is so much more sophisticated in some areas. Like sex. We are a freer country, more open. When we want something, there is none of the, how do you call it, beating around the bush."
Katherine licked her suddenly dry lips and took a quick drink of her Coke. From the way Francoise was eyeing her, it was obvious what the young French girl had in mind, what she was saving.
"I don't know. We're getting to be pretty open about sex in America. It's no big thing if you screw on a date. I mean, nobody ..." Katherine stopped short when she saw the glint in the blazing green eyes. Those twin pools of radioactive green fire seemed to beckon to her, to invite her to share something she had never before considered.
Katherine suddenly found herself wondering what it would be like to make love to another girl. A girl as sexy and attractive as Francoise. The thought fluttered through her mind, then she quickly shoved it away as something perverse.
And yet...
Francoise said, "In France, it becomes tiresome always doing the same thing. For the difference in sex, sometimes we indulge in the sameness."
Katherine's puzzled expression indicated she was not fully following the gist of the foreign girl's words.
"Sometimes women make love to other women. Have you ever done that, Katherine?" Francoise leaned back and ran her hands along
her ribs, silhouetting her curves slightly, pressing her own breasts firmly enough against the fabric of her blouse to make it obvious she was not wearing a bra. The blood pressures and pulse rates of a dozen males quickly rose when they saw the move. But before any of them could rise and come over to introduce themselves to either of the blondes, Katherine made her decision.
"Francoise, this place is a bit crowded. Let's go over to my house. My folks won't be home from work for a couple of hours and we can ... get to know each other better."
Francoise flashed a dazzling white smile and lithely rose. As the duo left the small restaurant, several dozen pairs of lusting eyes followed them. Some eyes were focused on the gentle rotary swaying of their asses as they wiggled out, others concentrated on the slender white legs flashing from under their short skirts, still others couldn't be pulled from the swell of the mountains of flesh jutting from the girls' chests. A few managed to take in the complete picture of beauty and proceed to the classic beauty of their faces, but those intrepid souls were few and they quickly regretted their action.
It was obvious the two girls had eyes only for each other. Boys were fun. But not now. Not when there were new vistas to be explored, new frontiers to be pioneered. Katherine's tits rose and fell heavily as her breathing rate in- -creased in anticipation, and she felt herself growing damp between the legs. It appalled her as much as it thrilled her.
Francoise appeared cool, composed, and al-
most aloof on the surface. That was the role she chose as befitting a French girl. She barely dared admit that she was feeling more than a little wet in the crotch and that flights of butterflies zinged back and forth in her stomach. Inside, she was tense with anticipation. For all her talk, she had only once before ever made love to another girl.
But only once before had she ever found a woman who attracted her the way that Katherine did. Francoise could hardly wait!
The communication between the pair was virtually telepathic. Few words were exchanged yet both knew what the other was thinking. They knew what they wanted to do and the opportunity presented itself. The two girls wanted each other, and their desires were growing more and more uncontrollable with each passing minute.
By the time Katherine opened the front door to the house, the sexual tension between the pair was at a breaking point. In a husky voice, Francoise said, "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I want you so badly!" Her slender fingers reached out and gently stroked Katherine's cheek, glided around behind her golden hair and pulled the head forward. Francoise's lips met her new found friend's in an open-mouthed kiss that was, at first, hesitant.
Katherine felt the wetness, tasted the sweet saliva of the other girl's mouth and tensed involuntarily. But the pressure on the back of her head prevented her departure. With sudden resolve and sheer lust, her tensions evaporated, and Katherine returned the kiss with
all the fervor and intensity she could summon from her inner being.
Their lips melted together, sampling each other's oral delights to the fullest. Francoise's tongue darted out and tantalizingly taunted the American girl's. Katherine, not to be outdone by her French cousin, began to swirl her own tongue in spirals until she gained entry into the dank, wonderous oral cavity of her friend. Once there, Katherine began to stroke and pet Francoise's tongue with her own, reveling in the rough, wet feel of oral flesh against oral flesh.
Like two sex gourmets, they passionately kissed and explored the other's dark, wet oral cavern. Francoise used her digit of taste to outline every tooth she could reach, then slipped the pink tip of her tongue between Katherine's teeth and upper lip. Maintaining the pressure of the kiss, the French girl began to pull her tongue back and forth until she managed to elicit a muffled moan of pleasure from Katherine.
Francoise, being the more experienced, took the lead in demonstrating what could be done by two women. While one hand maintained its post laced through the honey-colored strands of Katherine's hair, the other began to rove over the smooth, sensuous body, unfastening buttons and clips.
Katherine got the idea that she didn't have to stand there with her arms hanging limp at her sides. Once she realized that, she began fondling and squeezing the lightly imprisoned jugs. Under the thin material of Francoise's blouse, Katherine could feel the nipples gorg-
ing with blood, filling and turning into rockhard little marbles. Her own nipples had long since begun to burn and char lances of pleasure into her chest.
Katherine broke free for a moment and gasped, "Let's get undressed, and then .. . then .. ." Her voice was lost in a moan as Francoise rubbed her palm against the protuberant mound thrusting forward in wanton invitation.
"Yes, Katherine, we get naked and then . . . what? Do we stroke each other's furry little pussy like this ..." Francoise's voice trailed off as she managed to rid Katherine of both her skirt and panties in a deft movement that the American girl, in her fog of lust, could never have duplicated. The slender fingers wiggled through Katherine's jungle of pubic hair and stroked along her now flowing sex slash with practiced motions intended to drive the girl mad with lust.
Every time Francoise's hand moved between her legs, Katherine felt tingling surges of electricity volt into her genitals. The French girl seemed to know just the right spots to touch, just the right amount of pressure to exert. When she touched Katherine's tiny lust-knob, the teenager moaned out, "God! That feels sooooo goooood! Finger it, Francoise! Finger my clit!"
Francoise knew that the sensations racing into Katherine's belly would be reaching a high point now. She would be experiencing a cyclone of passion whipping about inside her body, thrashing and tossing her senses as if caught in a hurricane. The waves of pleasure would
hurl throughout her body and ignite kegs of gunpowder in her brain. That wasn't what the French girl wanted.
Not yet.
That was for later.
Now she would be content with slipping her fingers up the slippery twat, delighting in the feel of Katherine's inner juices dribbling along her fingers and into her palm. Finally trickling down her wrist, Katherine's sticky juices were as much of a turn-on to Francoise as Katherine's squeezing down with convulsive strength on the twin mountains of titflesh presented to her clutching hands.
Francoise, in spite of being a year younger, was vastly more experienced than Katherine in the ways of sex. With deft moves, she soon had released the other girl's bra and removed her own blouse, managing to stain the front slightly with Katherine's juices. It did not matter to either of them, however.
All that mattered was each other.
Totally naked and exposed to one another, the two girls stood back for a moment and just looked. Katherine had the feeling she was looking into a mirror and seeing her own reflection. Francoise was more than just a sister in appearance; she could have been an identical twin except for the slight difference in the color of their eyes.
Francoise realized that Katherine, for all her lust and longing, didn't really know what to do. The French girl studied the material with which she had to work and was likewise astounded by the similarity. That revelation was all she needed to proceed. She knew what
turned her on. It had to work with Katherine as well. Two human beings who looked so much alike had to have similar sexual responses.
It may not have been good psychology, but it worked.
Francoise dropped to her knees and buried her pert nose in the moist thatch of Katherine's pussy. She nuzzled around the fragrant forest with dewdrops of cunt juice hanging suspended near the vulva and massaged the twin demiglobes of ass flesh that readily came into her grasp.
Pulling Katherine close, Francoise's agile tongue raced out and played up and down the soft, fur-rimmed slit of her American friend. Katherine strained and shoved her hips forward, spread her slender legs slightly and attempted to get as much of the French tongue up her twat as she could. The feeling of that wet oral member dragging up and down her cuntal lips was exciting. She loved it when a boy did it, but this was so much different.
Francoise knew what turned a woman on and made full use of that firsthand knowledge to drive Katherine to brink of orgasm, stop, pull her back, then shove her to that wonderous abyss again. Katherine felt her legs go weak and watery when the French girl's tongue finally penetrated her cunt and began swirling around inside the tight little channel. Francoise would lap and slurp up the juices she found lurking inside coating the velvety walls, then slip out and suck lightly on the miniscule spike of Katherine's clitoris. Each trip produced a different and new delight for the girl receiving the eating out of her young life.
First it was icicles shoved up her quim. Then it was a flaming hot rod searing her interior. Liquid, soft, soothing and gentle, would seem to fill her orifice and calm her convulsing cuntal walls. As her heartbeat slowed, Francoise would nip lightly on the erect clit, lick it once or twice and send Katherine's heart trip hammering away again with excitement and poorly concealed lust.
Each excursion into what had been exclusively a manhole was different, each trip more exciting than the last. Katherine's mind no longer thought coherently as Francoise worshipped her snatch, eating and devouring pussy as it had seldom been done before.
Francoise didn't really hear anything. She was lost in a wonderland of her own. Seldom did she want to suck on another girl's cunt, but it was a rare treat and one she enjoyed immensely. The salty tang of Katherine's cunt juices, the viscous fluid dribbling down her chin and neck, the straining of her tongue as it prodded into the ripply membraned channel that seemed wallpapered with velvet. The musk odor that pervaded and filled Francoise's nostrils was as heady as any man's. The soft, sensuously smooth asscheeks filling her hands were meant to be squeezed, fondled and played with.
Francoise took full advantage of every possibility open to her. Yet something was missing. And it was between her own legs. Her crotch ached. It burned. It tingled and demanded to be attended to.
Using her handhold, she pulled Katherine down to the floor. It was regrettable, but the French girl had to abandon her succulent post between her friend's legs. But she knew that soon she would return there and would have Katherine nosing around in the neglected lands of her own snatch.
"Francoise!" Katherine said in horror, "You're not stopping! You can't!"
"Hush, my lovely. I need you as badly as you do me. Nestle your pretty little head between my legs while I do the same. You should taste the sweetness of pussy at least once!"
Katherine appeared dubious, then said, "Okay. But not here on the entryway floor. It's too damn cold. Let's go to my room."
Arms encircling each other's body, the pair fondled and caressed their way down the hall to Katherine's room. Her bed wasn't large, but it was vastly softer and more appealing than the linoleum floor. And the soft chenille bedspread seemed to reach out and motion the two onward, promising soft, sensual delights in addition to the more carnal ones they could give each other.
They curled up in the time-honored 69 position. Katherine's fervor had died down somewhat but Francoise's hadn't. The French girl's avid licking and caressing of the American's vulva and clit soon aroused Katherine again.
And this time, she was able to return the favor to Francoise!
As she felt Francoise's tongue swiftly dive into her cunt, Katherine heavily exhaled. Her hot breath sensitized the already throbbing, blood surfeited labia of the French girl. Kath-
erine's tongue lightly, tentatively touched the vulva rimmed with bristly blond hairs. Still unsure, she shoved her oral member out and between the blushing pink gates to Francoise's cunt. Instantly, a flood of internal lubricants gushed out and almost drowned her. But she didn't care. The reaction in Francoise was immediate. Her own tonguings had increased in pressure and speed until Katherine thought she might loose her mind in the pleasure, and outright yearning generated throughout her young body.
The cunt juices were everything Katherine had thought and more! The salty tang was indescribable. The slightest taste whetted her appetite for more, tensed her body and tautened her already firm tits until it seemed they would burst with internal pressure. Her entire body seemed more alive than she had thought possible, and it was all because of the blonde nuzzling and nibbling away between her legs.
Katherine opened her mouth wide and engulfed the labia presented to her, then sucked for all she was worth. At first she imagined it was a man's cock in her mouth, but the flavorful juices that seemed to rocket from Francoise's interior and into her mouth soon dispelled that. This wasn't perverted at all! She enjoyed this as much as sucking cock, and what was the difference anyway?
Her body's nerve endings seemed to come alive and be aware of sensations Katherine had only vaguely felt previously. The softness of the bedspread cradled her and rubbed along her side. One tit sank down into the softness and was rubbed and tweaked by the inanimate
surface. Her lower leg was constantly pressed into the surface and tickled until she could barely keep from squirming. That was something she didn't want to do for fear of dislodging Francoise from her berth between the pillars of her snowy white legs.
The French girl could be heard slurping and lapping away like a dog at its bowl. But most important, Katherine could feel the full effects of her friend's tongue. It penetrated deeply into her twat and rolled around inside her belly, smearing the thick juices uniformly over the crenulated walls of her vagina. And the blond hair rubbed so delightfully against her tender inner thigh! The feel of Francoise's lips on her sex lips, the electric surges that knifed into her belly and charred her nerves, the pleasant, drifting feeling all combined to make this lesbian lovemaking something unique in Katherine's experience.
So unique and wonderful she hoped that it would last forever!
She tried to return the favor to Francoise by sucking even harder on the quim so elegantly presented to her mouth. Katherine tried to duplicate what her friend was doing at the other end of her body, but didn't have the expertise. On impulse, Katherine stopped stroking the curvaceous body and located the humid crease between Francoise's buttocks.
A long-fingered hand dipped into that dark, dank valley and located the anal sphincter. Katherine was surprised at the reaction when she lightly touched that tightly clenched muscle.
Francoise cried out, "Shove it in, Katherine, shove your finger in hard!"
Katherine did. The reaction in the French girl was extraordinary. Without benefit of lubrication, it had to hurt like having a white-hot poker rammed up her ass, but Francoise seemed to enjoy it. Once inside, Katherine began to wiggle her finger about and thrust in and out like a mock penis.
With her tongue shoved as far up Francoise's cunt as possible, Katherine could even feel her own finger through the girl's delicate internal tissues.
That seemed to drive Francoise into a frenzy of sexual activity. She increased her actions against Katherine's cunt and gripped at flesh with fierce intensity.
When Katherine began to suck on the spike of Francoise's clitoris, that was the trigger required to bring off the French girl. Her body muscles all tightened, and she screamed, "AIEEEEEE! GOD! SUCK ittttt!"
Katherine could barely hear her friend's cries, her ears being imprisoned between the marble pillars of Francoise's luscious thighs. But the message came through loud and clear, and she sucked on the girl's clit for all she was worth. Katherine's cheeks went concave under the intense pressure and the girl felt as if she might black out from lack of oxygen.
The effort was worth it, however, just feeling the wracking waves hurtling throughout Francoise's body, knowing that she, Katherine, had actually caused the other's orgasm.
As Francoise's body released her from the intense grip of climax, she seemed undaunted in her attempts to set off a similar orgasm in Katherine's body. The American girl felt the
suction on her own cunt increase, the dampness and hardness of a tongue shoving in and out of her accelerate, the delicate, scalloped inner labia titillated more with every motion.
Francoise began moving her head back and forth, dragging her luxurious blonde hair along Katherine's sensitive thighs. The French girl allowed her free hand to gently explore the rolling contours of the other teenager's body and occasionally linger on the exposed nipple, hard with lust.
Katherine found herself assaulted by a wild assortment of sensory inputs. The delectible taste of another woman's cunt, the tickly feeling on her nose as she edged back and forth along Francoise's perineum, and the matted hair dragging across her chin, the vastly different odor of an aroused female, the heaving throbbing, burning sensations Francoise was so expertly administering to her genitals all melted together in Katherine's mind.
With so many erotic stimuli pounding at her barriers, she could not long restrain herself. She cast aside all of her inhibitions about making love to another woman and allowed her body to dictate to her.
The climax that seized her body was superb. She was tossed and twirled on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy and hurled to the furthest reaches of a carnal universe she had only been dimly aware of before. As her body squirmed and wiggled, Francoise managed to stick with her and continue to mete out the tongue lashing she had been laying on Katherine's flowing gash for so long.
That kept Katherine up high atop the pin-
nacle of her orgasm longer than she would normally have lingered. When she finally collapsed, exhausted, she knew that her few previous sexual encounters had been pale and wan in comparison to this one.
For a brief horrifying instant, Katherine wondered if this meant she was going to be a confirmed lesbian, unable to fuck with a man again and enjoy it.
As if reading her mind, Francoise said, "See? With a woman it is so different, so exciting. But it is still nothing like fucking with a man, feeling his hard manliness fill you and stir passions in your loins that cannot be touched by a woman's tongue. Wait and see!"
Somewhat relieved, Katherine flipped end for end and lay along side Francoise. Together, they gently explored one another's body. The American finally said, "It was wonderful, Francoise. We'll have to do it again. Soon."
"Yes. Soon. But you are so lucky. You know so many of these American boys, and I don't. I feel helpless with them, helpless and yet ... contemptful? Yes, I have contempt. Most are such crass bores. They walk up and say, 'Wanna fuck, baby?' So I ignore them."
Katherine sighed. "A lot of them are like that, but not all. You'll find one who isn't, wait and see."
She giggled a bit as Francoise began to tickle her ribs and rub one firm tit against another.
CHAPTER THREE
Jeff, Katherine and Francoise were off in a corner of the cafeteria arguing. It appeared to be a heated argument if you were an outsider, but to the trio, it was friendly. They had formed a close-knit group, each for a different reason.
Jeff enjoyed the company of the lovely girls, the sight of their gorgeous bodies, even the subtle fragrance of their perfumes. Katherine had found a friend in Francoise that she had not thought possible just a few weeks previous. Their clandestine lovemakings had become more frequent and welded them together in a way few women ever were. They shared common beliefs as well as each other's body. And Francoise was still unsure of herself. Katherine was getting better in bed, even exciting. But Francoise wished that Jeff would be a little more assertive. She eyed his slim body and wondered what he would be like in bed.
But that minute bit of uncertainty made her hesitate. American men were either too forward or not forward enough. They were either too pushy and ignorant and inconsiderate or too timid. For the moment, she would stick with Katherine.
Jeff could barely keep from wiggling as their conversation turned to sex and sexual relations. The topic was coming to rest a bit too close for his comfort.
"So what's the difference if a brother and sister love each other? I mean sexually as well as platonically?" Francoise appeared to be genuinely confused that anything could be wrong with incest.
Katherine quickly responded, "Outside of the genetic problems-"
"But wait!" the French girl interrupted, "We are not talking about producing children. With the Pill, that need not be a worry. We are talking about intercourse because a brother and sister love each other, desire each other. With that, what is the matter?"
Katherine pursed her petal-like lips, deep in thought. "Nothing, I guess, but it's just not done. Right, Jeff?"
Jeff had felt his cock growing rigid as the two argued. How could he possibly admit that he had been attracted to Francoise because she looked so much like Katherine? How could he admit he wanted to fuck his own sister?
He couldn't. Yet his hard-on throbbed and pressed against his jeans, forming a disturbingly apparent bulge.
"You see, Francoise, in America, there are some things that just aren't done. Incest is one of them."
"Why not?" Her lovely green eyes appeared innocent, yet Jeff sensed a lurking devilment.
And he couldn't answer. Why not incest? He knew Katherine was taking the Pill and had been for a long time. He even suspected it was
Mike Hunt who had busted her cherry three years ago. Jeff followed his sister's sexual encounters not from nosiness but from longing.
Katherine couldn't see the telltale bulge in his jeans, but Francoise could. The French girl knew how acutely uncomfortable the teenager was discussing this and seemed to realize why he was trying to squirm out of the conversation.
"Why not brother and sister making love, if they love each other?" the sexy foreign exchange student said.
Jeff began daydreaming what it would be like to screw Katherine. After his encounter with Antoinette, fucking his own sister was about all he could think about. That loss of virginity had opened up the flood gates of his sexuality and was threatening to drown him in perversity. Wasn't it perverse to want your own sister?
"It's just not done, Francoise," he answered, with little enthusiasm or conviction in his voice.
Francoise shrugged her shapely, creamy white shoulders. "In America you are all too uptight. I like that word, uptight. It fits so much of what you do. I must go now. But you are wrong, both of you. There is nothing wrong with what you call incest. Bye!"
With that, Francoise hurried off to class leaving Jeff and Katherine alone, half-eaten sandwiches in front of them.
"I wonder if all the French have such crazy ideas," said Katherine.
Jeff didn't answer immediately. There was a tremor to his sister's voice that he had never
noticed. Was it just possible she wanted to fuck him as badly as he did her? There might never be a better opportunity to find out than now.
"You know, Katherine, maybe Francoise is right. Maybe we're all to hung up on Puritan moralities in America."
"Jeff! Don't tell me you're agreeing with her! That you believe incest is .. . is ... normal!" She sounded shocked. Jeff thought she also sounded like she could be persuaded.
"Is anything done between a man and woman wrong? As long as they both get off on it? Without the danger of genetically screwed up kids, what would be wrong with incest? Love between ... a brother and a sister." His piercing blue eyes drilled into hers, challenging her to argue further.
She declined. Casting her eyes back down to the lunch, she said. "Let's not argue about it. Maybe Francoise is right." She silently munched on her sandwich for a few more minutes.
Jeff's hard-on felt like a forest fire in his groin. He was almost afraid he'd cream all over his jeans and then have to try to explain the odd stain the rest of the day.
"Yeah. I think Francoise is right." The emphasis he used let his sister know just how right the French girl was. And, in part, it conveyed his own unvoiced longings to be buried balls deep inside Katherine and blasting away.
Katherine looked up at Jeff again and said in a voice too low to be overheard, "Jeff! Do you mean you and me ... I mean ... us ... oh, wow!" Her eyes widened as the impact of his meaning hit her.
Jeff nodded. "For the last three or four years, Katherine. You're so damned pretty, and I've never been able to tell you how much I've wanted you."
Katherine stood and saw the bulge in Jeff's pants. She smiled wanly, then said, "I guess I know now, don't I? See you after school. At home."
Jeff settled back, his appetite gone. His appetite, that is, for lunch. His sexual needs grew by leaps and bounds. Perhaps Katherine had actually been convinced by Francoise, by him!
The rest of the afternoon was spent fantasizing the rape of his own sister. Jeff somehow knew that, regardless of what had been said at lunch, Katherine would never consent to go to bed with him. Not with her own brother. That was sort of kinky.
And exciting, too. Jeff couldn't get away from the thought of seeing his lovely blond sister stretched out full length, naked, and calling for him. Beckoning to him with those arms of hers to pull him to her voluptuous body. To fuck her.
The boy went into the house immediately after school. He hardly expected to have Katherine leap into his arms and bed. If he was pressed, he didn't know what to expect. He just hoped that it wouldn't be nothing, or worse, total scorn from Katherine.
The reception he did get was slightly different from what he had considered. As Jeff entered, Francoise was just leaving, her hair disheveled and a sly smile on her lips.
"Adieu, Jeff! she purred, then was off like a flash.
The youth hadn't expected to see Francoise. He knew that she and Katherine got out of school an hour earlier than he did. Maybe they had come over here and had continued the conversation they had gotten into at lunch.
Jeff could hope.
Seeing Katherine gave him more than hope, it gave him another erection.
It appeared as if his sister had hurriedly dressed, then only partially finishing the task. Katherine sat on the sofa cloaked in her bathrobe, a fuzzy green terry cloth with a broad sash holding it closed at the waist.
Jeff rapidly amended that to "partially closed." He could see the frilly black bra barely containing the dual boulders of his sister's tits and, from the way Katherine had her legs crossed, Jeff could see the expanse of white thigh all the way up to her butt. Matching silk panties hid more interesting vistas from his lustful gaze.
"Uh, hi, Jeff. I didn't expect you home quite so soon."
"Regular time. I saw Francoise leaving. You two been talking about... about what we were talking about at lunch?" He wanted to blurt out "I want to fuck you!" but couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd just have to be content eyeing his sister in her mostly unclad condition.
"Well, yes. And I think Francoise is right." Katherine hesitated as if unsure what to say. When her eyes reached the growing lump at Jeff's groin, that seemed to decide her.
"Jeff? Do you think I'm really pretty?" Her voice sounded like that of a little girl.
The teenager dropped his notebooks on the coffee table and sat down beside his sister.
"Do I think you're pretty? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I think you're gorgeous!" Seeing the softness come into Katherine's eyes when he said that was a joy he had never thought he would ever experience.
"Oh, Jeff!" The girl threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder. The boy was uncertain as to what to do. His sister's body was wracked by long, shuddering sobs, and he felt he had to comfort her, yet didn't know how.
He awkwardly reached out and pulled her close, feeling the terrycloth of the robe and the vibrant, quivering body underneath. Jeff pressed his face into the nest of glorious blond hair and inhaled deeply. The subtle fragrance of shampoo and perfume met his nostrils and thrilled him. Eyes screwed tightly closed, he began to move back and forth in the dense hair, rubbing it against his cheek as he slowly stroked Katherine's robed flanks with his hands.
Jeff became lost in a fantasy world. Pressed tightly to his sister's body, he imagined his hands gradually creeping under the fluffy robe and stroking smooth, flawless white skin. Warm, vibrant flesh that sent tingles of delight up his arms and made him feel as if his hands had found Nirvana.
Fleeting, delicate touches at his groin released his cock. The long cylinder of flesh sprang out like a switchblade opening. Feathery cool fingers meekly touched his
length, then more boldly took a firmer hold and began to rhythmically squeeze.
It was then that Jeff opened his eyes and realized that he was not dreaming. This was actually happening!
He looked down at his crotch and saw Katherine's finely boned fingers wrapped around his manhood, stroking and pumping up and down until he felt as if his balls would explode with pent-up tension.
The boy didn't question what was happening. The mood might pass. Katherine might no longer be receptive to him. The world might end. Anything. Right now, he was happy to just be with his beautiful sister and let her give him a hand job while he ran his palms across her naked back.
The full impact of his situation hit him when he realized that Katherine's robe was no longer fastened at the waist. Jeff looked down from his greater height into the deep valley between Katherine's perfectly formed, symmetrical cones. Her tits were barely held by the lacy black bra.
With a minimum of wiggling, Jeff managed to free the clasp on the brassiere and throw the useless garment away. Twin mountains of flesh leaped out at him, lovelier and sexier than he would have thought possible. The nipples were slightly upturned, looking up at him in expectation, in anticipation of greater things.
He couldn't refuse such an invitation. His mouth dropped to one of the tits and Jeff en-mouthed as much of the snowy white peak as he could. Katherine's boobs were too much for him to cram into his mouth, but he tried. He
tried valiantly. Jeff succeeded in leaving faint red marks along the slopes as he drew his teeth upward. The firm flesh seemed to throb with a life force of its own.
As Jeff mouthed her tits, Katherine thought her breast would surely burst like an atomic bomb. Faster and faster her heart pumped blood into the tit and caused the nipple to snap to attention like a soldier on a parade ground. The ruddy aureole of plain around the nipple deepened in color and throbbed, pulsed with her beating heart. When Jeff sucked on the very tip of her boob, Katherine almost fainted in reaction.
Her brother, her very own brother was sucking on her breasts! And his hands were exploring other parts of her body where a brother should never go!
She squeezed harder on Jeff's cock and leaned back to thrust her chest forward in a vain attempt to cram as much tit into the youth's mouth as possible. Katherine had thought it was exciting letting Francoise suck on her jug; this was light years better, finer!
And it was her brother!
Jeff's mouth was occupied on the summit of a red-capped crest but his hands busily divested Katherine of her silk panties. He loved the feel of the material and stroked across it repeatedly before skinning the girl out of them to reveal even juicier delights.
His hands pressed down hard on her silk-covered pubic mound, then traversed the path between her legs. Under the silky material, Jeff felt the moistness of Katherine's labia. He felt the vulva spread slightly as he applied
pressure and sucked in his breath, creating an ever heightening sensation in his own body when the full import of what he was doing hit him.
This was his sister. His dream lover. And she wanted him as badly as he did her! He could tell by the insistent pressure she exerted on his cock. His throbbing, pulsating, jerking cock that longed to be buried where his hand now so eagerly explored.
Jeff's other hand slipped around behind his sister's ass and caressed the silk-encased buttocks. He couldn't thrust his hand into the deep crease between her ample asscheeks, but he could feel the flesh rippling beneath his fingers. He moved his head slightly and left a wet nipple exposed to the harsh light of day in order to burrow his face between her breasts and kiss and lap at the juncture of those mighty peaks. In conjunction with the movement of his hands, Katherine was writhing constantly, moaning incoherently and demanding his entry into her body by insistent jerks on his cock.
"Jeff, oh, Jeff! Fuck me! I want you so badly!"
The boy didn't have to be told. His hands were damp from her lust juices, he could hear her rapid heartbeat, he could feel her pounding breath among the hair on his head.
Sensing that he was at a dead end, Jeff slipped his fingers under the band of his sister's panties. She lifted her hips to allow him to slide the silken material over her flaring hips and down her slender, shapely legs. Jeff's hands lingered as he removed the unwanted garment.
It was so delightful feeling the soft, inner thighs, the trim, smoothly muscled calves. Even her bare feet were a delight to behold-and hold! Best of all, moving up from those slightly spread, creamy alabaster thighs was the fleecy triangle of her sex.
And it was opened for him!
Jeff dipped his finger into Katherine's bottomless well and pulled the digit out, drenched with the girl's inner oils. He forced her back down on the couch so that one of her lovely limbs dangled over the edge and onto the floor. Her other leg, draped over the back of the couch, opened her sex fully to the lustful youth's advances.
"Jeff, please don't wait... please!"
"Soon, Kathy, dear, soon .. . but first!" Jeff lowered his weight onto his sister's prone body and pressed his chest hard against her twin peaks of titflesh. It felt as if the rock-hard pebbles would poke through his chest, but the action allowed Jeff to fully kiss his sister's mouth. Not a chaste, brother-sister kiss, but a real man-woman kiss.
The electricity seemed to leap between them as it fanned the fires of lust that had lain dormant for so long. Katherine's arms encircled Jeff's neck and pulled him down on her body even harder, crushing her to the couch with impressive force. Their mouths became one, flowed into a single entity with one purpose.
Pleasure.
And both tried as hard as possible to give their sibling the maximum in gratification.
Jeff's tongue rocketed into Katherine's oral cavity and duelled with her tongue. Together
in this moist playground, their two organs of taste danced and frolicked. Salivas intermixed, sweet and tasty, a toothsome delight for both to sample as they pleased.
Jeff pulled free to examine his sister's tiny ear. As he exhaled and thrust his tongue into the miniscule channel he found, a shiver of delight oscillated throughout Katherine's body. Jeff had found a particularly erogenous zone. And was he ever going to make sure she'd beg him for his cock by giving her the maximum turn-on!
His dextrous oral member circled the ear, tantalized it and wetly prodded in and out with intimations of more meaningful intercourse. The tongue-penis thrust with vigor into Katherine's ear-cunt and drove her mad with desire.
She moaned continuously, begging Jeff to fuck her. The teenager said nothing. He wanted his sister to know exactly how much he had held inside him for so long, how much he needed her, how much he sincerely desired her. And to do this, he had to have her strung out to the highest sexual tension possible before plucking the string.
Katherine grabbed between her brother's legs and found the lurking male intruder. She clutched feverishly at Jeff's cock and pulled it to her cunt. Caught in such a powerful trap, the boy could do nothing but follow the dictates of his sister. His seven inches was primed and ready to go, but he wanted more, ever more before actually thrusting into her seething hot, tight cunt.
And, secretly, he was afraid that, once in-
side, he'd blow his load right away. As long as he could remain outside her clutching sheath of female flesh, he stood a chance of preventing his premature ejaculation. He was still new at this game of sex, although he had known for years what he wanted to do should this occasion ever present itself.
Antoinette was his only piece of ass. And now Katherine, his very own sister, was going to be his second!
Jeff felt the incredible pressure building inside his body. His stomach churned, but it was a good churning, not like he had indigestion but rather like he'd just been awarded a Nobel Prize. It was sexual power building inside him, it was lust seeking an outlet that had been denied far too long.
His balls collapsed to a hard, tight, hairy sac and seemed to be like a volcano ready to explode. Jeff could feel the lava-hot sperm and semen inside his scrotum tossing and tumbling around, heaving his balls in a wild maelstrom. And he wasn't even inside Katherine's oozing little cunt yet!
His sister needed him buried far up her quim, however, to alleviate the scorching sensations that tormented her belly. He had been so expert in his lovemaking that he had made certain that she would not let him leave without having a taste of his long, hard rod in her cunt. Katherine almost screamed when Jeff lightly brushed the glans of his cock against the blood-filled outer lips to her cunt.
Her inner fastness was guarded by those rigid flaps, but just inside were the tender, sensitive labia minora. When the massive, pur-
pled arrowhead of Jeff's cock quivered and throbbed against those scalloped ridges of flesh, Katherine did cry out.
"FUCK ME! FUCUUUUUK MEEEEE. ... Oooohhh!"
Her thrashing and bucking became a hindrance to Jeff's entry into his sister's body. Finally, in blind instinct, Katherine's leg that had been draped over the back of the couch transferred itself to latch around Jeff's waist. Thus pinioned, the youth could more easily thrust into the humping, passion-driven girl's cunt.
As soon as he felt the hot moistness of pussy, Jeff shuddered in anticipation. He remembered how great it had been with Antoinette. Half fearful that this wouldn't be as good, yet half fearful that he'd be humiliated should he stop, the teenager thrust forward with his hips in a sudden, powerful, sweeping motion.
His piston movement carried him past Katherine's outer gates and deep into her cunt. When he felt his pubic hairs mingle with hers, the juicy warmth surrounding his manmeat, the grinding of her pelvis against his groin, he knew that he had nothing to worry about.
This wasn't going to be as good as fucking Antoinette. It was going to be better!
Whether it was because he'd been scared to death with the French model or because this was his sister whom he had lusted after for as many years as he could remember, it didn't matter. What mattered was the fierce power with which Katherine's clutching twat gripped at his hidden length, the white-hot inferno send-
ing lances of sheer torment and delight into his groin.
Jeff swallowed hard and raised himself slightly to look down into his sister's face. Katherine's eyes were closed and she appeared to be in pain. Jeff knew better. He could feel her hunching up to meet his cock. He ^ould feel her squeezing her stomach muscles down to make sure that he didn't pull out of her cunt. The juices flowing and oozing around his plug dribbled out and onto his balls, tickling and assuring him that she was still hot, still lustful for her brother.
Katherine half opened her eyes and stared up at Jeff. Though lust-fogged and glazed, she knew it was her brother who was fucking her. She mumbled, "Quick, Jeff, please! Ooooh, fuuuuuck meeeee!"
The youth managed to slowly retreat from his captivity, although he would have preferred to stay buried to his hilt, forever glorying in the incredible sensations cascading throughout his body.
Pulling his cock out of her love tunnel proved something of a problem. Katherine tightened her muscles and created an intense vacuum inside her; her leg pulled him down in wanton invitation to stay where he was. His sister's hands clawed at his back, shredding his shirt and leaving tiny furrows in the skin underneath. Katherine's passion for her brother knew no bounds.
But Jeff managed to win free. Leaving just the head of his cock inside her gash, he gathered his strength and then thrust forward with all the power he could summon.
They smashed together at the groin, Jeff's cock impacting against Katherine's deeply hidden cervix. They screamed out their desires simultaneously. As Jeff inhaled, he pulled out and pistoned into his sister's body again.
And again. And again.
Jeff's mind iced over with lust, his cock slickened by the copious flow of cunt juices from his sister's pussy. The boy tried to generate as much friction as he could with his rapid, long, prodigious thrusts. His balls tightened to an impossibly small diameter, but still he needed-wanted-more!
Jeff began rotary motion with his hips, screwing himself into Katherine with a brutal force.
Her hips rose to meet every advance, to give back in kind what he was giving her. Katherine needed a fierce man. a fucking that went beyond the gentle and placid. For her, this was the closest thing to Heaven on Earth she could find. And she'd found it with her brother, Jeff!
Jeff's hips finally took complete control of his passion-drenched body. His mind became semi-detached, and he was almost an isolated observer watching the wanton, incestuous fucking. When the razor-sharp knife of orgasm slashed into his brain, however, there was no pretense of objectivity. He was totally possessed by the sensations smashing and tearing at his body. Jeff abandoned all attempts at control and allowed himself to ride along wherever his body told him to go. And it was a pleasant roller coaster ride of incredible sexual heights.
As Jeff was coasting down the slopes of his orgasm, Katherine screamed out, "AAAAIII-
EEEEEEE!!" as orgasm seized her body. He watched the muscles in his sister's body knot, felt the convulsive force surround his still rigid cock as her climax radiated throughout her cuntal walls.
In all too short a time, his sister's orgasm died to a warm, satisfied feeling.
Lying side by side on the couch, Jeff whispered, "Kathy, you're wonderful. And you've no idea how much I've wanted to make love to you. ..."
"And I to you, Jeff, dearest! It seems like a ... a dream or something. And to think we might never have done this if Francoise hadn't gotten us together!" Katherine snuggled closer to her brother.
Jeff began to think of what his sister had just said. It was true. Francoise was the reason he had managed to summon up the courage to fuck his own sister and find out that it wasn't sinful, that it was enjoyable. The French girl had been right.
Or had she? Jeff felt a cold chill that he had just committed a sin that would burn him in Hell forever.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jeff stirred and Katherine said in a dreamy, post-coital sleepy voice, "Don't go, Jeff. Hold me for a while longer, please."
The youth hastily stood and looked down at his sister. She was undeniably the most lovely girl he'd ever seen, but did he actually fuck her? His own sister?
Jeff's gaze left Katherine's trim form and sumptuous curves to go to his limp, dangling penis. It glistened in the afternoon sunlight, a rainbow of colors refracted from the smeared cunt juices and his own jism.
In a moment of panic Jeff wondered how he would explain the odd stain on the couch to his parents. Then his mind calmed slightly, and he knew that was the least of his worries. Actually screwing his own sister began to take precedence in his mind.
What should he do? The actual sex act was over and done, but what should he do? Jeff needed advice and could think of no where to turn. Asking his parents was out of the question. They seldom understood anything he did, anyway.
There was only one person he could feel free
in talking to about this heinous act he had just performed.
Antoinette.
Jeff hurriedly zipped his trousers and said to Katherine, "Hate to run, Kathy, but I'll be back in a little while. Why don't you, uh, clean up or something. You know. Before the folks get home."
Katherine murmured assent. "And hurry
back, Jeff. Now that the ice is broken, we can...
He heard no more of her speech. He was already out the door and running down the street as fast as he could. He was a block away before he realized Antoinette's house was in the opposite direction.
Jeff stopped and caught his breath. It wouldn't do to run like a complete and total fool. He'd have to compose himself. Act naturally. Or as naturally as he could after fucking his own sister.
The thought preyed on his mind. That was wrong, everybody said so. Everybody but Francoise. It was still a sin, it was still wrong. Yet he had enjoyed it. It hadn't felt wrong. Not at all. Balling Katherine had been fun, more fun than he had ever expected. And in his fantasies, he had expected a hell of a lot.
Jeff desperately needed someone to talk with. Antoinette filled the bill nicely. His pace slackened and he approached the model's home with some trepidation.
Fear had replaced his headlong panic. What if she laughed? What if she said it was wrong? What did he actually expect to hear her say?
Antoinette answered the door, looking more
radiant than ever. She was dressed in a Rudi Genreich original, and it suited her perfectly. Jeff was simply not in the mood to properly appreciate the way the dress set off her figure to the fullest extent possible, emphasized the lines and curves and planes which he had found so attractive earlier that week.
"Why, hello, Jeff," she said, opening the door for him. "Please come on in."
She studied his nervous gestures for a moment, then said, "I assume it's me you want to see rather than Francoise." Antoinette didn't have to be a mind reader to know that the teenager was upset over something.
"Yeah, I'd like to talk to you in private if we could, Antoinette."
"That bad, eh? Well, come into my parlor and have some of this fine Rhone Valley wine, and we shall discuss this weighty problem. I find all the problems go away quickly with a little wine. Don't you?"
"Please, Antoinette. Don't make fun of me." Jeff was virtually begging the woman.
She sat down, legs flashing a smoky grey as she crossed her nylon-sheathed limbs. Loose leather boots, floppy and with wide-brimmed tops stopped just below her knees. The momentary glimpse of thigh was quickly covered by a chaste movement that smoothed her pleated skirt. Antoinette sat back, hands folded around her glass of wine and said, "Start any time you want, Jeff."
Jeff took a gulp of the white wine and convulsively swallowed. "I ... I want to know something. I ... we ... I mean Katherine and I were talking with Francoise today, and she said something about it was okay if a brother
and sister loved each other. " Jeff stopped, his mouth suddenly as dry and parched as a desert's sand.
"That would seem to be a good thing."
Jeff swallowed and looked Antoinette straight in the eye. "That's not the kind of love I'm talking about. I... I went up to Francoise that first day because she looked so much like Katherine and ..."
Antoinette's face brightened as she suddenly understood. "Ah! I think I see. You approached my daughter because you have always done more than simply want to love your sister. You have lusted after her, too, eh?"
Jeff mutely nodded.
"So what is wrong with that? Francoise would not mind. And Katherine is a lovely girl. It seems only natural that a red-blooded, well-hung boy like yourself would want such a nice piece of, eh, ass?"
The look that flashed across Jeff's face told Antoinette the rest of the story.
She started to speak, then paused to take a sip of the chablis. "I think I see how the plot thickens, as you say. You've done more than merely lust after your sister. You two have ... gotten it on? Is that the expression?"
Again Jeff nodded, his face flushing with guilt.
"Mon Dieu! What a strange breed you Americans are! What is so wrong with bedding a beautiful young lady? So what if she happens to be your sister? Does that change the fact that you are an attractive man and that she is an attractive woman? How does this brother-sister relationship hinder things so much?"
Jeff blurted out, "But it's incest! I've just balled my own sister!"
"Incest? Bah! That's a scare word invented in the Dark Ages to frighten little children. We are all civilized now. What's the difference whether Katherine is your sister or some strange person you have just met? I will tell you!
"You love her. It would not be the same with some person you just picked up off the street. You could have good times with such a person, oui but love? Non!
"I envy you for you two have something special. You are both beautiful and you love each other. It is only-natural to share your love. So tell me, what is wrong?"
Jeff rose and began to pace the room. "Antoinette, you make it sound so ... so easy! I feel like I've done something bad."
"Bah! That's silly. Unless you performed poorly. ..."
"Oh, no, it was great! I mean ..." Jeff was again embarrassed.
"SEE! It is something nice and wonderful, nonl And that stupid word 'incest,' it is just a noise. A nothing word. You care, you love, it is so simple." Antoinette patted the seat beside her on the couch.
"Come and sit by me. You make me nervous with your walking all around like that."
Jeff sat down next to Antoinette. "I guess you're right. I mean, it felt good, and I didn't feel I'd done anything wrong until I got to thinking about it."
"Never think in such matters, Jeff. Let your heart tell you what is right and what is wrong. Your brain is a devious thing; it can think of
guilty thoughts if you let it. But your heart, never. It speaks to you, then you should listen.
"Now. What does your heart," she tapped Jeff's chest, "say to you about making love to your sister? Don't think," she thumped his head, "Feel! With your heart, feel!"
Jeff sat silent for a moment, his eyes staring down at the floor. He eventually answered, "I feel that everything was just fine."
Antoinette rested her hand on the youth's leg and squeezed. "Was that really so difficult? Let your heart rule over your head, and you will never go wrong."
The pressure increased slightly and the woman moved her hand up Jeff's leg until her fingers lightly rested on the boy's crotch. With a deliberate action, Antoinette squeezed down, trapping the teenager's balls.
Jeff started to move away, but Antoinette said, "Let your heart tell your head what to do. Remember ..."
Jeff smiled and reached out. His head was too confused so he had to listen to his heart, And his heart screamed out, "Don't let this sexy woman get away!"
The teenager carefully unbuttoned Antoinette's yellow blouse, finding the task to be an intricate one. The designer had craftily hidden the buttons and made it more of a task of hide and seek than simple undressing.
Antoinette laughed joyously at the problem Jeff was experiencing. "Here, my friend, allow me to show you. ..." With several deft motions, she had stripped off the blouse and was quickly working on the remainder of her clothing. "Hurry out of yours. I will beat you, be-
cause the first thing a model learns is to undress quickly!"
Jeff smiled as he started stripping off his shirt and trousers. "Something tells me you learned to get out of your clothes in record time long before you ever thought of becoming a model."
"Ah, my love has learned! So true! But enough of this chatter-chatter!"
Stark naked, the pair entwined on the couch, exploring each other's body. Antoinette's cool, smooth hands softly coursed up and down Jeff's hairy legs, her fingers never quite coming to rest on the gradually enlarging tool that had lain dormant between his legs.
She would tickle and tease, her fingernails lightly scratching but never actually breaking the skin. Tiny red tracks led upward, all pointing to the red hose with the purpled head.
While Antoinette was busy tantalizing him, luring his penis out of its comatose condition and causing it to rear like a cobra in a basket, Jeff was busy fondling the woman's huge jugs. He kneaded the flesh as he would bread dough. The teenager loved the feel of the skin as it rippled and oozed - between his fingers. He couldn't have chosen a more pleasing monument to Antoinette's femininity than those two tits and, for the world, he would not have wanted to change their form even a tiny bit. But Jeff had to admit that the firmness under his groping, searching hands turned him on and did as much to put starch in his rod as Antoinette's playful tickling.
The youth took one tit in each hand and began to slowly rotate the mounds. The one under his right hand was turned in a clockwise direc-
tion. The trembling flesh under his left hand he turned counterclockwise. He applied more and more pressure until it seemed to the teenager that he might tear those wonderous breasts off the woman's chest.
Instead of complaining, Antoinette seemed to enjoy the roughness. The tearing, ripping sensation ignited nerves in her chest that had been ignored for too long a time. She got off on masochism, but this was too much to demand of Jeff so soon after his coming to grips with fucking his sister.
The woman thought she might be able to entice him to other, rougher pursuits. Soon.
Antoinette could wait and be satisfied as the teenager tried to manhandle her. She moaned as lances of pleasure-pain knifed down into her chest, assaulted her brain, and pulled a curtain of ill-concealed lust across her eyes. The room seemed to shimmer and haze over as her passions mounted. The woman needed more than just the fondling of her tits, though she couldn't possibly complain that Jeff was neglecting them in any way.
Antoinette just needed more.
"Jeff, my cunt, my cunt! Your fingers! Stuff them up all the way!"
The words came in a rush, almost a single phrase, but Jeff understood the impassioned meaning.
He was loathe to give up his position at her tits. The boy couldn't say that Antoinette's cunt was less inviting, however. Quite the contrary. But to choose between two such wonderful delights?
The decision was easily made. One hand remained on Antoinette's ample bosom while his
right hand dropped to stroke and caress her slightly domed belly. Jeff felt the soft hairs on the woman's stomach, soft and downy as corn-silk. He lingered for a moment at the deep depression of her navel, then explored further into the tangled forest of her pubic mound.
It was there that he realized how much she needed him. The hairs of her pussy mound were soggy and matted from her lust. Jeff twined his fingers through the silky strands and ground his palm down as hard as he could into her pudendum. Again, without knowing it, he had done the right thing. The force caused Antoinette to raise her hips off the couch and thrust her twat into his hand.
Jeff recalled the old saying about a bird in the hand being worth two in the bush. The bird he had in hand definitely had a bush. Two would have been a waste since this golden blonde one was so nice!
He felt the pubic bone under his hand as he massaged the thatch back and forth. More than this, Jeff heard Antoinette calling out, "Fuck me hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!"
Her breath came hot and fast against his bare chest. As Jeff inhaled, he caught the subtle fragrance of Chanel no. 5. That and the less subtle odor of a woman who has been completely and totally aroused. The musk odor of that was instantly apparent.
Jeff's fingers lightly touched the pursed lips of Antoinette's sex slash. The index and middle fingers came away covered with the thick, oily secretions from deep within the woman's body. Jeff knew that he had found the right place.
He flicked his thumb over the tiny nubbin of her clit once or twice until Antoinette moaned
out her pleasure and wiggled sensuously and tried to cram her quim into his hand again. Without an instant's hesitation, Jeff stuffed his middle finger up the slippery tunnel of love.
His social finger disappeared all the way up to his hand. Jeff felt the heat emanating from the woman's cunt, the viscous lubricants dribbling out and down his wrist.
"Another one, Jeff! Another!"
The teenager's mind was out of tune with reality, and it took long seconds for him to comprehend what the woman wanted-needed. He hastily added his index finger up her snatch and began wiggling around in the steamy interior. It was as if he had tapped an underground artesian well. The liquids came bubbling out hot and frothy to cover his hand. The faster he churned inside Antoinette's cauldron of carnality, the more juice seemed to gush forth.
The cause and effect relationship between his hand and the woman's arousal began to fascinate Jeff. He added a third finger. It was beginning to get crowded inside the tight channel, but Antoinette didn't utter a single word of complaint.
All she did was moan continuously and occasionally cry out, "Mooooore!"
Jeff continued to squeeze and tweak the tiny mushroom button perched high atop the one tit until it was pebble hard. He loved the feel of her jugs, the way they moved and swayed, the motion he could impart to them with his hands. But playing with her boobs while he was finger-fucking a needy cunt required more coordination than Jeff could muster. He found he had to concentrate on one or the other.
He decided, rightly, to concentrate on the cunt.
A fourth finger was added up Antoinette's twat. Her hips heaved up and down off the sofa in a rhythmic motion now, as if she were trying to fuck herself on the boy's fingers. On one such launching, Jeff slipped his free hand underneath her ass and caught a full handload of buttock.
Squeezing the assflesh, he found, was as much fun as diddling with Antoinette's tit. And it was so much nearer the center of all the fun. With four fingers up Antoinette's voracious cunt, Jeff could barely manage to move his fingers on that hand. The flow of lubricants continued to gush as fast as ever so he knew he wasn't hurting her. Just the opposite. Little did he knew that the sensations flooding the French woman's body could have been sheer pain and the result would have been the same.
Antoinette had become catholic in her screwing if not her religion. Anything turned her on and she had proven it time and time again. Jeff's four fingers up her cunt stretched her love tunnel to the limits and still she begged for more.
His grasping of her butt added to the sensations smashing into her brain, but she needed something more. In response, Antoinette began stroking Jeff's cock. Her hand formed an imitation cunt, a ring of fingers that squeezed down hard on his length.
The feel of the throbbing tool under her hand excited her as much as it did Jeff. She closed her index finger and thumb around the youth's tool, then began a slow, inexorable
journey to the sensitive tip. She felt- the big blue vein on top throb and shake as she passed across it with her hand.
The ripples of flesh, the hills and valleys which formed as she dragged the loose skin along with her hand, all tightened Jeff's balls into a hard little sphere. The high school student could barely believe he was going to get off twice in one day. That was beyond his wildest imaginings.
But his wildest imaginings had occurred before he met the wild and wanton Antoinette!
She continued her stroking until the friction became almost unbearable for the youth. He groaned and said from between clenched teeth, "I don't think I can stand much more of this, Antoinette!"
The woman's grasp tightened perceptibly on Jeff's cock, and she felt the powerful jerking motions of the large organ of manmeat.
She purred like a contented feline, "But isn't it so goooood?"
Jeff gulped and nodded, trying to concentrate on his fingers thrust up the French woman's blond pussy and the hand gripping the firm, meaty ass. With Antoinette's hand-job, however, he found his vision blurring and reality slipping and sliding away from him. He didn't want her to jerk him off. He wanted to be inside her small, hot tunnel, to be surrounded by flaming cunt flesh before he rocketed out his come.
Antoinette moaned again them pulled Jeff to the floor. "Jeff, darling, this is only the start! Come, come!"
And how he wanted to come! Inside Antoinette's greedy cunt!
The woman positioned herself on hands and knees, her rear end sticking up in wanton invitation to Jeff. The cheeks parted slightly, and he could peer into that deep valley and see the puckered anus beckoning to him. As though a homing beacon were guiding his rod, the teenager dropped to his knees behind Antoinette and wiggled close.
"That's right, Jeff!" she encouraged. "Dip into my wet pussy first. Then ram your big, hard cock up my ass. I want you to fill me with
your length. I want you to tear me apart. I ..."
Jeff realized that the woman was talking herself into a sexual frenzy. That she was getting off just listening to everything she was saying.
He quickly decided to see if she wouldn't like it better if he was the one telling her what he'd do.
"Shut up and listen for a minute. I'm not going to do that. First, I'm going to make you beg for my cock, make you demand that I stick this into your belly." Jeff edged forward a bit more and shoved his pelvis forward the barest amount so that the crown of his cock barely touched Antoinette's vulva.
He began a gentle stroking motion, his hairy thighs rubbing up and down across the smooth bottom thrust up at him. Jeff's manly cock never quite entered the gaping manhole presented to him; he came close many times and soon his cock was drenched with the flowing juices from the woman's interior.
Antoinette suddenly heaved her buttocks into Jeff's body and almost toppled him over.
She had vainly tried to trap his cock inside her cunt.
To prevent that from happening again, Jeff reached around the French woman's hips and gripped the trim waist in a firm grip.
"Stop that, bitch!" He felt her tremble in anticipation. He had been right. She enjoyed hearing what he would do as well as feeling it. She needed to be told what to do for her fullest enjoyment.
Jeff pulled the model upwards to his body again, his cock poking into her sex slash. Antoinette moaned, but Jeff did not continue.
"What is it, you wanton slut?"
"Oh, Jeff, fuck me! Shove your lovely cock into me!"
"What? What do you want? TELL ME!"
"FUCK ME! Fuck me with your long, hard cock, dammit!"
"Like this?" Jeff coordinated his tug at Antoinette's hips with a powerful thrust forward that buried his length entirely up her cunt. So swift and hard was his stroke Antoinette almost fainted in reaction. Her arms went limp and her head dropped to the floor, to rest in a golden tangle of hair. This was fine with Jeff. It allowed him even greater depth of penetration into that wonderland of sex between those fabulous thighs that now sparkled with the moisture dribbling from Antoinette's sex cave.
Jeff fucked in and out of Antoinette several times, then stopped, the head of his prick barely touching the outer labia.
"I've forgotten what you wanted. Tell me again!" he ordered.
Antoinette could barely mumble through her lust, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
"I don't think I will. You tormented me earlier. I won't let you tell me what to do. Perhaps I should punish you first." The tremors of sexual anticipation that earth quaked through Antoinette's body threatened to unseat Jeff again. He felt the increase in the woman's heartbeat at the mere mention of being disciplined. That was something to look into.
Later. When he had finished with this act in his play of sexual delight.
"I think your cunt has had too many visitors. You're like a whore and let anyone in there. This seems like a good place to rest my fevered dick!" Jeff's lubricated manhood poked and prodded into the clenched anal muscle revealed to his lusting gaze. With lack of experience and knowledge of such things, the boy crammed himself forward as if fucking into a hungry cunt.
He was well enough greased with Antoinette's own juices that he did not rip and tear sensitive tissue and do her rectum any permanent harm. But he did inflict a maddening amount of pain with his forceful entry.
Luckily Antoinette enjoyed pain as much as she did pleasure. Having her ass reamed so powerfully was a thrill equal to having Jeff's cock stuffed up her twat. When Jeff entered her, Antoinette felt the rigid pole as if it had been a flaming branding iron searing her anal channel. Blistered and tortured flesh inside her screamed in agony. Her rear door was stretched to an unbelievable diameter by the strange male invader. If acid had been poured into her rectum, the sensation could not have felt much different.
But Antoinette rode with the waves of plea-
sure and pain as they washed over her consciousness. It was thrilling, it was different, it was ... invigorating! How she loved to be abused when a man did it so commensurately, so well.
And Jeff's huge prod up her ass filled her vessel to overflowing. It made her feel needed, it made her proud to be a woman.
Jeff was hardly able to restrain himself. He felt as if he had shoved his tool into a pipe filled with liquid metal.
The compression along the entire length of his cock threatened to rob him of his control. With a supreme effort of will, he prevented his overheated, firmly held prick from exploding into a billion fragments of sperm and semen.
He had never imagined an ass could hold so much hidden delight!
But Jeff was willing to find out just how much more could be in store for him-the only way possible. Experience.
He retracted his sexual member slowly against great internal pressure and even greater suction until only the crown of his penis was hidden by the anal muscle. The tiny sphincter reluctantly allowed him to begin a methodical fucking, and this, too, sapped Jeff's self-control.
The tiny ring of muscle clamped about him like an "O" ring trying to restrain a mighty piston. The friction he generated with each thrust made the youth feel as if he could sear off his cock, char it down to a burnt and blackened nub.
If he felt intense heat, Antoinette felt even more. No longer caring about supporting her weight on her arms, she rocked back and forth
to meet each of Jeff's thrusts. Her head, resting on the rug, had a halo of golden hair surrounding it, making her appear like a fallen angel. And that angel felt a million devils were inside her belly poking and stabbing at her with white-hot pitchforks.
The slightest tingle was magnified beyond calculation. Fires blazed throughout her rectum. Lava flowed from her neglected cunt. A pressure wave gradually built and pushed inexorably toward her brain, a wave containing the age-old delight of orgasm.
Antoinette wiggled her butt and tensed her muscles to entrap Jeff. She didn't want him to leave, yet the friction of his tool along her rear entryway was Heaven. It was a dream come true. It was sexual fulfillment.
The wave front entered Antoinette's mind and seized control of her actions. She cried out, "Fuck me hard! Hard, Jeff, hard and fast but FUUUUCK MEEEE!"
The youth gripped with feverish intensity at the wasplike waist and began pulling Antoinette's body to him as he thrust forward. Each stroke carried him deeper and deeper into the moist, burning terrain of her body. He knew he could not hold back his ejaculation much longer.
CHAPTER FIVE
The room wavered around him. As if peering through a heat haze, Jeff saw everything as shimmering and indistinct. All he could feel was the intense, clutching hotness of Antoinette's greedy asshole encircling his cock and sucking him up into her bowels.
Jeff closed his eyes, momentarily dizzy in reaction. He continued his frenzied butt-fucking of the kneeling woman as if his very life depended on it. The friction generated warmed his loins, caused his prick to expand until it felt as if he would burst apart.
If the youth felt like bursting, Antoinette's reaction to the wonderous intrusion into her body was even more intense. Each long, swooping motion of Jeff's prodigious manhood into her body compressed sensitive tissues, crinkled them, and sent waves of arousal surging throughout her body. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, Antoinette tingled and felt more alive than she had in all the months since coming to America.
Jeff had really learned his sex lessons well!
And his tutor was more than willing to let him continue to explore and learn as he pleased. Antoinette wasn't thinking clearly,
but she knew she could turn Jeff into one hell of a sexy and expert man by the time she returned to France next June. That was almost a year away.
A year of having his length shoved into every available orifice of her trim, well-toned body.
She tightened the muscles of her anus and heard Jeff gasp in reaction. The powerful little guardian of her rear gate could apply pressure and prevent the exit of that massive spike of man flesh reaming her ass. The French woman enjoyed the feel of Jeff's cock stroking in and out of her body, but the filled feeling when he was buried balls deep, his pubic hair tickling her ass, was ever so much more stimulating.
For the moment.
Later, she'd need him to be cramming his tool into her with all the fierce passion he could muster. Right now, Antoinette wanted to rest for a moment, prepare for the orgasm she felt crouching to spring throughout her body and just revel in the feel of the long, thick rod of cock inside her rectum.
Wherever Jeff's cock touched her inner tissues, there was a warm, comforting, yet exciting, tingly feeling. By wiggling her trim ass slightly, she could stimulate herself further and not have to rely on Jeff to do any of the work. She realized that he must be close to coming; he was still relatively untried in the sexual arena, and she couldn't press him too much, rely too much on his staying power.
When Antoinette began rubbing her firm asscheeks against his pelvis and groin, that
was about it for Jeff. Flaring multi-colored lights blasted away at his brain and threatened to inundate him with too many different and wonderous sensual feeling all at once.
Antoinette felt his cock expand to even huger proportions, the piston of pleasure began to throb and jerk with an even greater urgency. She realized that Jeff wasn't able to continue much longer without ejaculating.
"She cried out, "Jeff, darling, my clit! Squeeze my clit!"
Jeff, through his daze, heard the request and responded. His hands glided across smooth flesh, now warm and tingling with arousal, and searched out the end of the gash flowing bank to bank with cunt juice. He found the little nubbin of Antoinette's clit and began to massage it. Jeff flicked it back and forth, then took it firmly between thumb and forefinger and rolled it in a circular motion intended to give Antoinette the maximum erotic stimulus possible.
It worked beyond Jeff's wildest dreams.
Antoinette's once slowly moving ass suddenly accelerated, and her body motions began frenetic movements as lance after lance of pleasure daggered into her body because of Jeff's clitoral manipulations. Antoinette had been worried about Jeff's control.
And hers was only lightly held!
She moaned and continued the rotary motions of her buttocks. Jeff struggled to follow her pattern, then gave up. His body told him to fuck the ass in front of him and to hell with anything else.
The youth surrendered totally to his needs
and began hard, fast strokes into the miniscule asshole. Each time he slammed into Antoinette's body, it felt as if her hole had gotten both hotter and smaller. He felt more and more constricted. His cock was squeezed and compressed, burned and branded with complete carnal delight.
Jeff managed to continue his digital ministrations to Antoinette's clit while his butt-fucking reached a fevered pitch. Without knowing it, Jeff managed to bring the woman off seconds before he jetted his fiery come into her eagerly awaiting rear channel.
Antoinette felt her body seized in the familiar iron and velvet grip of orgasm, and she rode the gusty winds of erotic hurricane until the storm abated, and she began to drift down from the sexual high she had experienced.
By this time, Jeff's balls had given one last convulsive quiver, and he felt the lava flow of his come exploding down his length. Buried far up the woman's ass, he blew out his white come in spurt after mighty spurt. For a seemingly endless time, he continued his ejaculations and then collapsed, spent and sated onto Antoinette's back.
The woman, sensing that Jeff might easily fall asleep in that position, and not wanting to serve as his bed, rudely dumped him off to one side. "If you're finished, say so. Otherwise, get back up there and fuck me again!"
She was kidding, but Jeff was still dazed and in a state of sexual shell shock. "Again! So soon?" He gazed down at his limp penis. It seemed to be drooling out tiny gobbets of his jism.
Antoinette laughed and rolled to a position along side the teenager. "Jeff, Jeff, I joke! This," she said grabbing at the limp, sleeping snake of his once proud manhood, "is not able to do much, eh? Not right away, but in a few minutes ..."
"Right," came two voices from the doorway. "In a few minutes, he'll be as good as new!"
Both Antoinette and Jeff turned and looked guiltily toward the entryway. Standing there were Katherine and Francoise. Jeff was speechless and Antoinette nearly so.
It took the woman a second or two before she could ask, "How long have you two Peeping Toms been watching?"
Katherine furrowed her brows and pursed her lips, as if thinking hard. "Gosh, I don't really know. It might have been from the time you asked my brother to fuck you again. Or it might have been before that."
"Oui," broke in Francoise, "I think it was before that. Jeff had just started to place his
manly protuberance into my mother's ass when ..."
"Oh, shut up, you two!" cried Antoinette. "You are so much the tease that you deserve to be spanked."
Katherine looked momentarily apprehensive but Francoise didn't. She promptly replied, "Oui! Yes, I think that is a marvelous idea. But you, Mama? Would you do it or would Jeff?" Her green eyes seemed to linger on Jeff's body, taking in the totality of his nakedness, relishing every single inch of exposed skin, but particularly the crotch with its still deflated penis.
"Francoise!" The tone was sharp.
"Oh, Mama, I am kidding." The girl turned to Katherine and said, "Since it seems that others of our family have been having a little fun, how would you like to have some, too?"
Katherine looked apprehensive. She enjoyed her lesbian sessions with Francoise, but in front of her brother and the French girl's mother? It took her a second to sort out everything in her brain.
Why not? Hadn't Jeff just finished fucking Antoinette? And hadn't she felt herself growing damp watching her brother screwing her best friend's mother? Truth to tell, hadn't she wished it was she on the receiving end of Jeff's cock again instead of Antoinette?
"Okay, Francoise, you're on!"
"You bet I'm on!" the girl exclaimed.
Jeff had pulled himself up to the couch and sat, watching. He corrected Francoise, "You mean you're turned on."
"Oui, that, also!"
Katherine had begun undressing, but Francoise reached out and stopped her. "No, let's do this right. Pretend you are my mirror and do what I do!"
Katherine's face lighted with an inner glow as she realized what would result. She nodded, her blond locks falling forward, drifting across her forehead. A quick toss of her head and the strands of hair flowed back into place.
Francoise carefully reached up and took the button uppermost on her blouse. She waited until Katherine had duplicated the maneuver. Then the French girl undid it, watching Kath-
erine do likewise as a reflection from a mirror would.
Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, Francoise raced down in front of her blouse. She and Katherine ran out of buttons at the same instant. With a sinuous motion, Francoise slipped out of her blouse, one arm emerging inch by inch.
Katherine duplicated the motion. She hastily went to work on her bra catch after twirling her blouse in a wide arc as Francoise had done in casting it aside. In a flash of white and pink, four tits were exposed to the light of day, freed from their prisons of cloth.
Katherine noticed that she couldn't take her eyes off Francoise without losing track of what the other girl was doing. Trying to ape the French girl's strip tease required quite a bit of concentration and coordination.
And all that concentration was on the article of clothing being removed. Without even knowing it, Katherine was getting itchy and hot in the crotch, ready to do just about anything Francoise would want. Anything at all as long as they could make love to one another.
Francoise unbuttoned her skirt; Katherine unzipped hers. The material brushed against Katherine's legs as it fell to the floor. It was a sensual, arousing feeling, cotton against her limbs.
By the time Francoise slithered out of her panties, Katherine's cunt was overflowing. It didn't surprise her in the least to see that mirrored in the French girl. Francoise was also turned on and ready to go.
Totally naked, they postured back and forth,
each following the other's motions. At first they were content with merely turning, striking a pose, looking at each other. Then their actions took on a different, more erotic form.
Hands reached up to fondle gradually expanding nipples. A hand slowly massaged a pubic mound and a finger found its way down the sex slash through a watery paradise of pubic hair and unplumbed depths.
Francoise took a step forward; it was duplicated by Katherine. They continued their slow masturbation mirror-fashion as Jeff and Antoinette watched.
Antoinette said, "This is most exciting, non?"
Jeff only mumbled, "Yeah." He was captivated by the eroticism of the strip tease and the mirrorlike perfection of the two teenagers. His sister and her French counterpart looked so much alike it was difficult for Jeff to keep them identified properly. Not that it mattered. He felt his groin strain and attempt to rise again. The time had not yet come for him to be ready yet.
He'd have to be content watching the performance going on.
Somehow, the "mirrors" had blended into each other, and Francoise had one hand on Katherine's pussy and the American girl had her hand firmly placed on Francoise's.
Their tits duelled and rubbed against each other, nipples grinding back and forth, imparting sensations that stabbed into their young chests and expanded already sizable tits with sexually stirred hot blood.
Katherine felt the throbbing and longing in
her boobs, the increased need for sexual release through any kind of activity available. She cast covetous eyes at her brother and knew he was enjoying the sight but would be unable to aid in her relief for some time yet.
Besides, Francoise's cool, long fingers felt so good thrusting in and out of the juicy little cuntal opening between her legs. And it was stimulating to be thrusting her own fingers up Francoise's cunt.
It was immediately obvious to Katherine that she would have to derive her pleasures from Francoise rather than Jeff, as much as she would have loved to have his hard, long cock plugged into her needy socket of carnal delights.
Again, as if object was meeting a mirror's image, the two girls' mouths closed on one another and melted into a long, passionate soul kiss. Francoise's tongue leaped forth and explored the cavity of Katherine's mouth while the other girl's tongue duplicated the efforts.
Together, they established a flowing rhythm, a tide action that came and went. Soon, the motions of their organs of taste were coordinated with the finger-fucking they were administering to each other.
A tongue would surge forward and a finger ram upwards toward a dank, softly rippling interior. Then the tongue would be pushed back while the other's tongue rushed forward. The finger that had entered a hungering cunt would retreat to diddle a convenient, prominent clit. During this action, the other girl's cunt would be invaded, and the walls of her vagina explored to the utmost.
The give and take, push and pull of their lovemaking, coupled with the slowly arousing strip tease, had turned both girls into savage sexual creatures. Their need for one another had grown exponentially, and their fondlings and tonguings were become more and more frantic.
Katherine had to break off the long kiss and surface for air. Her breath was coming in huge, gusty drafts, her heart was beating wildly, causing her mountains of titflesh to heave up and down. Francoise was more composed but only slightly. Katherine had learned much about the French girl's body and had been doing her damnedest to fully arouse her.
She had been succeeding. Francoise dropped slightly and began suckling at Katherine's left tit. All the while, her finger continued its journey in and out of the slavering, frothy cunt.
Katherine's breath began to come in staccato bursts, like an erupting machine gun. The fingering of her clit, the excursions up her tunnel of joy between her white, creamy thighs, and now the sucking on her tit had all pushed her to the brink of her bodily control.
She wanted to be sure that Francoise was similarly attended to but was unable to from a standing position.
Katherine's knees had grown more and more watery in reaction to the excitement of their lesbian lovemaking. It seemed only natural that she would slowly sink to the floor and pull Francoise with her. The bonus to lying on the floor was immediately apparent to both girls.
They crossed their bodies at a one hundred
twenty degree angle and both could sample the delights of the other's tit. Katherine tasted the salt from Francoise's perspiration-dampened jug, then began licking the succulent mountain of female flesh with great gusto. As she approached the top, the perspiration on the cone of tit had been replaced with the glistening sheen of saliva.
Francoise considered it a fair trade. She had done the same thing to Katherine. As her excitement mounted, the teenager had become more and more frantic to get to the top of the pinnacle and take the blood-filled, pebble-hard mushroom of Katherine's nipple into her mouth. Francoise gently gnawed at the marblelike protrusion and felt Katherine duplicating the effort. The dual feeling of giving and taking enjoyment in the identical fashion was new and different for the French girl. She knew the thorny bush that seemed to be shaking inside her chest and stinging and stimulating her was being duplicated every time she sucked hard on Katherine's tit.
Knowing what was going on inside her love partner's body-and knowing by feeling the identical thing-was a rare experience. Francoise knew that she'd be having an orgasm very soon.
Katherine's thoughts were similar to those of the French girl's. She felt the rustling, tingly feeling in her body spreading out like wavelets in a pond. The shores of her mind felt each successive ripple and soon she knew that each plunge of Francoise's finger pushed her just that much closer to a climax.
Panting and abandoning any attempt to re-
strain her body's fierce longings, Katherine climaxed. She gripped with feverish intensity on Francoise's tit and clamped down hard on the other girl's pussy.
Feeling the finger thrust up her twat flex and bend as Katherine had her orgasm set off Francoise's climax.
Together, locked together at the mouth and tit, finger and cunt, they rolled back and forth, hunching up with their hips to meet the slender occupant of their love tunnels and to shove as much of their bulging tits into the other's mouth as possible.
Soon the fiery tides of passion abated and the pair collapsed, satisfied for the moment with their lovemaking.
Antoinette, however, had been growing progressively hornier as she watched her daughter and Jeff's sister finger-fucking and sucking on each other.
"Now, my pretty pretties, if you'll come over here to the nice, soft rug, perhaps Jeff would be interested in fucking all three of us at once."
Jeff looked perplexed. His cock had begun to rise, to stir from its sleep, but to fuck all three sexy women at once? There were limits to what a man could do!
"Antoinette, I'm interested but..."
She never allowed him to finish. "In France, this is our version of Russian roulette. However, instead of a loser, there is a winner. If you are good and stay long, there can be many winners. We will all three lie in a row. You start wherever you want, then fuck us in turn.
"On the first time around, you must stick
your lovely prick into us once. The second time, twice, the third time, three times and so on. Comprenez-vous? Sooner or later you will come. You win and we all lose. If you can bring us all before you come, then we all win.
"It is fun. Start!" Antoinette settled down beside the other two girls and spread her legs in wanton invitation.
Jeff studied the floor in front of him, and his cock snapped to instant readiness. The sight alone was enough to bring him off. There were three of the most gorgeous women he had ever seen, all looking like sisters-triplets! Legs raised and spread so that pussies blossomed and dribbled nectarlike cunt juice out onto the rug.
Young chests heaving up and down, tits flopping slightly as if stirred by a gentle breeze. And two pairs of green and one pair of green-blue eyes longingly studying him, waiting for him to begin.
How could he possibly refuse? His only worry was that he'd blow his wad in the very first one and get them all pissed off at him. He didn't want that. He wanted them all to get off; he wanted to be able to brag about fucking three of the sexiest, foxiest chicks in the world and getting them all off.
With firm resolution and an even firmer cock, Jeff dropped between Antoinette's legs. On his knees, he edged up to the inviting, blond-rimmed cunt with the slightly blushing pink lips. Those cuntal lips seemed to smile, beckon him to come in. Jeff dropped forward, his body crushing Antoinette's breasts as he scooted his cock up to her cunt.
In that posture he couldn't quite position himself properly. The French woman reached down, grabbed his length and gave it a little squeeze before inserting it into her humid interior.
Jeff instantly felt the hotness and the dripping, clinging cunt juice long before he thrust inside. He held himself up off her body with his arms and gazed into her emerald eyes. As she closed her eyelids, Jeff leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. His tongue flashed forward and down into her wet oral cavity as his hand-guided cock rammed up into Antoinette's bowels.
With stunning force, he slammed fully into the woman and caused a small moan of pleasure to emanate from her throat like a contented feline purring over a bowl of milk.
Jeff's balls had impacted with bruising force into Antoinette's ass, but he didn't notice. The taste of her saliva, the feel of the tight sheath of female flesh around his length was all that mattered. Jeff started to pull out and thrust home again when Katherine, who was next in line, complained.
"Dammit, Jeff! This is only the first round. Get over here!"
With some reluctance, yet with a paradoxical haste, Jeff disengaged from Antoinette and rolled over to his sister. Katherine's legs drew him like a magnet attracts iron. He didn't need any guidance to find his way into her steamy interior. Although he had only been there once before, it seemed like they fitted together perfectly.
His cock's entrance into Katherine's body
was not the heavy, forceful thrust it had been with Antoinette. Jeff moved his hips with an inexorable motion that was not to be denied.
The tip of his glans touched her trembling labia. Like a man resisting quicksand, Jeff's cock did not immediately plunge downward but progressed an inch at a time, creating lewd sucking noises as it went.
The purpled head disappeared inside the blood-rigid cuntal lips, then hesitated, soaking up the flow of cunt juice and slowly twisting around to titillate the delicate internal lips where more sensation could be generated. His sister's hips bucked up and tried to grind her body down around his cock in one large gulp. Jeff resisted by pulling back and maintaining his position inside his sister's cunt.
As her hunching motion died down, he shoved another inch of his cock into Katherine. The girl groaned and muttered, "Please, please! Fuck me again, Jeff. Like before!"
He doubted if she even knew what she was saying; he was only glad that it was here, now. The only two people who could know that he had fucked his own sister before already knew.
He gave her another inch of this cock to fill her edacious, hungry cunt.
Katherine sobbed and twitched piteously. Jeff moved forward another inch, the feeling of heat and compression increasing along his length. The youth felt his balls begin to tighten up and the trapped, renewed reservoir of sperm and semen begin to heat with sexual radiations.
Jeff slipped another inch up his sister's quim.
He thought she was going to have an orgasm then and there. Katherine reached down between her legs and fingered her clit, massaged the spread cuntal lips and compressed them around Jeff's cock. She tried vainly to grip his prick and squeeze in, pull it into her belly, but it was too slippery with her own lubricants.
Jeff shoved closer and another inch of his steel-hard manhood vanished inside Katherine's cunt.
The seething cuntal walls seemed to slap and torment the teenager. His stiff penis took the pounding like a cliff takes the pounding of the incessant ocean's waves. But he knew that the convulsing vaginal walls would bring him off too soon if he remained.
With a quick motion, he delved Katherine's deepest depths and swiftly yanked his cock out of her cunt with a sucking, obscenely loud smacking noise.
Katherine moaned and seemed to collapse limply.
Francoise was next. Francoise the aloof. Francoise the mysterious for whom Jeff lusted. His big chance to actually fuck her, to be buried balls deep up her twat.
Jeff studied her blond-furred snatch, the alabaster pillars of her legs spread in invitation to his prick. But somehow her attitude was subtly different from that of Antoinette and Katherine. Eager, yes, but reserved, as if unwilling to take part. This odd combination almost deflated Jeff's lusting cock. He wanted Francoise, he wanted her badly, but there was an ineffable feeling about her that she was agreeing to this entire scene but didn't really
want to take part. She was interested, she would have enjoyed watching rather than participating, but, since she had been invited, had accepted rather than be a spoilsport.
Jeff used everything he had learned from Antoinette and Katherine to arouse Francoise. She was well oiled. That cheered the teenager on because it meant she was hot enough to betray her own longings for him.
Yet her attitude was one of boredom. As Jeff fucked into her, he imagined his cock driving into a block of ice. He quickly left and went back to Antoinette, worried and a trifle scared that he might lose his erection.
Antoinette quickly dispelled that fear. She whispered, "Two strokes this time. And make them as good as the first one!"
Jeff did. The difference between mother and daughter was amazing. Jeff felt wanted- needed-here. There was an excitement, an electric spark that made fucking Antoinette an experience to be savored like a fine wine or a juicy, rare and tender steak.
And when he went to Katherine, this was more than simple screwing, also. There was the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. Jeff had been convinced there was nothing wrong with screwing his sister, yet the effect remained. It was exciting on a physical level; it was given even more zest and vitally in just knowing that this was his own sister into whom he wantonly crammed his rod.
Katherine's attitude seemed to reflect his own. Both Antoinette and Katherine were hot and getting more aroused with each circuit he made, but she seemed to be able to communi-
cate her need. Katherine wanted to be balled by her brother.
Jeff went again to Francoise after slamming hard and fast into Katherine's cunt. He drew out his fucking of the French girl, made it as erotic and sensual as he could. He kissed her tits as he remained hidden full length in her belly. He passionately kissed her after his second thrust. She returned the kiss in kind, even clutched fiercely at his back with her long fingers, but the spark was absent.
Francoise was enjoying this, but only on a physical level.
Jeff made circuit after circuit of the prone trio, adding one extra thrust each time. On the sixth round, Antoinette came and Jeff was forced to control himself to keep from ejaculating when her powerful stomach muscles clamped down on him.
He hastily slipped out of her and went to his sister. Katherine had been fondling her clit and remained as hot as when he had left her on the five-stroke round.
From the steaming hot, velvety interior of his sister, Jeff knew that she was ready to climax, also. He used every trick he could to think of to push her up the pinnacle of orgasm and allow her to view the wonderous sexual wilderness of that physical state of being. His fucking was fast, furious and frenetic. After his fourth stroke, he felt the muscles in his sister's body tense as orgasm began to creep through her nerves.
The sixth stroke ignited the powder keg in her belly and sent lances and knives of carnal delight blasting into her brain.
Again, Jeff escaped without creaming all over her interior. He wanted badly to bring Francoise off, but the instant he began his fucking of her tight, almost virginal hole, he knew he would never make it. Jeff felt his control slipping. That would have been the most embarrassing thing that could happen to him. To come inside Francoise without triggering an orgasm in the girl first.
Her mother had "scored." Katherine had "scored." Francoise was hot, but that aura of disinterest still bothered Jeff. It also irritated him because he was trying as hard as he could to stimulate her. He had to be doing a good job or the other two wouldn't have already climaxed.
Six strokes, each accompanied by fondling, sucking and caressing produced not a quiver from Francoise's body.
Jeff knew the instant he had rammed the seventh piston-hard thrust into Antoinette that he was on the verge of orgasm.
He quickly rolled to Katherine. As he entered her body, savage bursts machine gunned into his groin. His mind fogged and his hips took control of his body. He was vaguely aware of Katherine screaming out, "I'm com-innnnnnnnggg! Aieeee!!"
Most of all, Jeff was aware of his groin's explosion. The atomic bomb blast of his come ruptured his lust tube and spewed forth into Katherine. He pumped far more than seven times into her; he didn't care anymore about the rules of this erotic game. All that mattered was the private carnal universe he shared with
his sister, their mutual orgasm, the tossing and hunching of their bodies, the mixing of their bodily juices, their perspiration-sheened bodies sliding against each other.
Jeff slumped forward and lightly kissed Katherine when he was spent. She opened her sea-green eyes and said, "Brother, dear, you're wonderful!"
"You're not so bad yourself, sis!"
Jeff drew himself out of her and collapsed, back against the sofa. His pole had lost its stiffness and limply dangled between his legs. When Jeff looked up at the three blondes still stretched out in front of him, he wished he had a magic lamp. His first wish would be a new erection and the ability to make at least twelve or fifteen rounds.
This had been fun!
But Francoise still bothered him. She looked contented enough, but she hadn't come. Antoinette had been the first, Katherine had come twice, but Francoise just didn't seem to get much more than a slight amount of physical gratification out of it. And he had tried, Jeff knew how hard he had tried.
The girl was an enigma. One that he desperately wanted to solve.
Francoise said, "Since Jeff's out of it for awhile, let's form a daisy chain!"
The three maneuvered around and soon had mouths firmly over still frothy cunts. Jeff watched the flow of bodies, golden in the rays of the setting sun, and listened to the slurping and lapping of tongues against cunts. One day, he would figure out what it would take to un-
lock the tremendous reserves of sexual energy hidden inside Francoise.
When he found out, Jeff imagined a torrent that might drown thousands. But what a way to go!
CHAPTER SIX
Jeff was walking to class when he saw Francoise. She was rummaging in her locker and didn't notice him approach.
As he said, "Bonjour, Francoise," the French girl jumped as if she'd been poked with a stick.
"Oh, Jeff, you surprised me."
"Sorry about that. Je le regrette beaucoup. I've been meaning to talk to you, but it seems as if we're always going in opposite directions. How'd you like to go see a movie tonight?" He could tell by the way she stood that she was thinking of some way out of it.
"A movie? I don't like movies very much."
"It's one of Truffaut's best, I hear. All about making a movie ..." Jeff's voice trailed off when he was certain Francoise would turn him down. He couldn't understand it. She wasn't going out with any of the other guys, although many had asked her. Could it be that she was a confirmed lesbian and simply didn't want anything to do with men?
"I'm sorry, Jeff, but I have made other plans." She didn't look sorry. The expression on her face was an odd combination of confu-
sion and ... fright? Jeff wasn't certain what it was.
"Some other time, then. See you, Francoise." The girl turned and walked away. Jeff couldn't take his eyes off her willowy form. The rotary motion of her tightly skirted ass, the smooth flow of her calves, the trim ankles. He sighed as he watched her turn and go up the steps to the classrooms. Francoise's silhouette was something a thousand photographers would have cheerfully slashed each other's throats for in order to get just one picture.
Her form was virtually flawless. Well formed breasts tapered down to a trim waist that rapidly flared into those wonderous hips and the perky rear end and thighs that Jeff loved so. Francoise tossed her head, sending a golden cascade of hair back over her shoulder, then vanished from Jeff's sight.
He didn't understand it. The teenager felt Francoise was holding back. She wanted to say yes, yet something prevented her. The rest of the day, Jeff ignored the boring lectures in class and concentrated on this weighty problem.
Out of hand, he discarded the idea that Francoise was solely a lesbian. He remembered Katherine mentioning Francoise's boyfriend back in France. It might have been loyalty to her boyfriend that prevented her from accepting his offer of a date, but Jeff somehow doubted it. Francoise was too fond of telling how liberated the French were to turn down the chance to see what some other guy might have to offer.
And hadn't she gone along with Antoinette's
"French Roulette" game without any protest? She hadn't even hesitated to allow him to cram his dick up inside her twat. But she wouldn't go out on a date with him."
Jeff hadn't come up with any other ideas by the time classes were over. With a flash of insight, he decided the best method was to go directly to the person who might know the answer to the question.
If Antoinette didn't know, the answer wouldn't be immediately obvious to anyone. And Jeff had to know. Bedding Katherine had fulfilled one of his fantasies; he had gone to bed with her several more times since then, and they had both enjoyed the experience immensely. It still carried the feel of forbidden fruit with it, but Jeff no longer felt guilty or outraged at the thought of incest.
Antoinette had helped him through that state in his sexual development. And she had definitely helped him when he had been a virgin; getting rid of that stigma had been so much fun he had hardly believed it. Antoinette was as great a teacher as she was a model. Now, he was able to repay her a little bit. The times they had spent together had been exciting, and each session seemed to turn into something new and different for Jeff. The youth was amazed at the variety of sexual experiences the model seemed to have had, how many she was willing and always ready to demonstrate with him.
Antoinette was the obvious solution to his problem. Immediately after school, Jeff hastened over to the model's house. He vaguely remembered hearing Katherine say that she and Francoise would be going to a special art
display at one of the shopping centers and might not be back for several hours.
That paved the way for a few hours of discussion with Antoinette. Jeff glanced at his watch as he went in. It wasn't quite four o'clock yet, and the sun was threatening to set in another ninety minutes or so. He shrugged it off as one of the penalties of autumn. The weather was balmy. Indian Summer, even, but the lack of sun seemed to depress him.
That and the thought of Francoise.
Jeff rang the doorbell and in a few moments Antoinette appeared, dressed in blue jeans and a scroungy work shirt. Even in such casual clothes, she was stunning. And it was obvious-in the crotch painfully obvious-to Jeff that she wasn't wearing a bra. The twin nubbins of her tits poked against the faded blue material in bas relief.
"Entres, mon petit! Come in, Jeff. You're looking worried, though not so much as after you and Katherine discovered each other, eh?"
"Thanks, Antoinette. Yeah, I'm thinking too much again, but nothing as traumatic as that." Jeff hastened to explain his worries over Francoise's continued reluctance to go out on a date with him.
"What do you think is the problem, Jeff?" Antoinette appeared curious to see what his answer would be.
"I'm afraid she might be a confirmed lesbian. I wouldn't like it if she went out with other guys, but that would eliminate that thought entirely if she did."
"Hmmm," the woman said, tenting her fingers and peering over the tall steeple formed.
"I can say this. My daughter is anything but a lesbian. She enjoys your sister, but so do you. And Francoise and Claude have a perfectly healthy relationship back home. One further thing makes your theory fall apart. Did she appear to resent you when we played our little game the other day?"
Jeff quickly said, "No, but she seemed . . . distant. Hesitant, maybe. She seemed to be torn between enjoying it and telling me to get lost. That's one of the things I just can't understand. She's not consistent. One day she seems all smiles and willing to at least go on a date, then the next, she's different. Like she's changed her mind and doesn't want a thing to do with me."
"Ha! It is a woman's prerogative to be changeable, non? But you might be looking at this entire thing from the improper viewpoint."
Jeff was puzzled. "What do you mean? I'm not taking everything into account?"
"Oui! Why should it be my daughter who is to blame? Could it not be you? The way you say to her 'Let's go out'?"
Jeff thought on that for a couple minutes while Antoinette poured them both some wine. He sipped slowly at the clear, amber fluid before he finally said, "It's possible. But what should I do about it?"
Antoinette put her wine glass down before she answered. She peered directly into Jeff's blue eyes as she said, "I don't know because I am never around when you ask. Why don't you pretend I am Francoise? I shall try to react as she would and perhaps give you some idea of what is not right."
Jeff studied the woman for a moment. It wouldn't be hard at all to imagine her as Francoise. The mother and daughter were both close in resemblance, although not with the uncanny-resemblance that Katherine and Francoise possessed. Dressed as she was, Antoinette appeared to be about seventeen and very sexy.
That was one of the things about her that fascinated Jeff. No matter what she wore-or didn't wear-she seemed to be incredibly sexy and unbearably attractive. She was like an ancient Greek goddess of beauty, always youthful-appearing, yet worldly wise. Antoinette was something truly special, and Jeff was thankful for her help.
"I think I can pretend that you're Francoise. You look so much like her ... so young and so pretty."
"Ah, Jeff, you sly dog! You're trying to seduce my daughter, not me. Say things that would appeal to her, not to me." Antoinette's eyes sparkled and danced with merriment.
"Okay, you're Francoise." Jeff paused for a moment as he shifted his mental gears and then thought back to the various times he had tried to ask Francoise out for a date.
"Hi, Francoise. How'd you like to go to a movie tonight?"
Antoinette wrinkled her nose but said, "I don't know. Which movie do you want to see?"
"It's a really dynamite movie by Truffaut called 'Day for Night.' Won an Adademy Award and everything."
Antoinette's shoulders drooped slightly before she said, "Jeff, that is simply not going to
work. It's ... it's ... how can I tell you without offending- you?
"Ah, the hell with offending you. You would not have asked for my opinion if you were easily offended. That approach is so old and tired it reeks. It has no imagination. It tells Francoise nothing of your inner feeling. You must convey some part of you to her. Make her see that you truly want to be with her, that you want her close and that the movie is not the reason you go out.
"The way you say it, all you want to do is see the movie for the sake of seeing the movie. You don't convey any message of caring for Francoise."
Jeff reddened, then thought about what Antoinette said. He thought back on all the times he had asked Francoise for a date and each time had been more or less the same. It had been an appeal to see or do something rather than the opportunity for being together. He had tacitly assumed that Francoise would read between the lines and see his suggestions for a date as an attempt to be together. Instead, he had made her feel as if the movie or concert was what mattered.
"Okay. I see the point. Let me try again." Jeff cleared his throat, then launched into his new line. "Hi, Francoise. I've wondered if you have been homesick. I know this place isn't like France, but I'd like to show you it isn't all hamburger stands. There's a French restaurant I've heard is just like in France. I'm hoping you'd go there with me. You could tell me what's different or maybe what's exactly right. After that, we can drive around, and I
can show you some of the places you might have missed and want to see."
Antoinette nodded. "Not bad, not bad. That is a much more positive approach. It tells Francoise that you are interested in her. It lets her know that you have some concern for her ... and some lust, as well. That last line is such "a blatant 'come with me to make love' that it offends my sensibilities."
Jeff looked crestfallen. "You mean it wasn't any better?"
Antoinette laughed. "Not at all. It is much better. I said it would offend me, Antoinette. With Francoise who has not heard such a line so many times, it might just work. Think along the lines of such an approach to her. I don't know that it will work, but try."
Jeff looked at the woman and began to wonder. It might just work with Francoise because she hadn't heard it enough times. What would work with Antoinette? The first time, she seemed to get a charge out of his being a virgin. The teacher-student role had continued for some time, but Jeff noticed that Antoinette was less inclined now than she had been to make love.
It wasn't because they had exhausted all the potentials for screwing. Far from it. Jeff still wondered about the vague reference Antoinette had made concerning having a rope tied around her ankle and being dangled out of the second story window of a hotel in downtown Marseilles.
The outre, the unusual seemed to spur Antoinette on. She seemed to need variety, a continually changing variety of different experiences
before she could be satisfied. If Jeff wanted to keep up his casual relationship with Antoinette, he had best think of something out of the ordinary to offer her. As his mind raced, it . occurred to him that this might also apply to Francoise. Perhaps the "like mother-like daughter" aphorism was true. If he could find the key that would unlock Antoinette permanently, he might also be able to get to Francoise by the same route.
Jeff glanced over Antoinette's shoulder into the backyard. He could see the tops of the heads of people walking along the sidewalk. From the angle of the shadows, he guessed it might be around five o'clock, with the attendant nightly rush home from work. The people passing by on foot could see into the backyard if they made a point of looking, but seldom did anyone bother.
One backyard was pretty much like any other backyard. And with that thought came the flash of inspiration that gave Jeff the key he needed.
"Antoinette, I need some time to think about this. I haven't really looked around your place very much. Mind showing me the back yard? It looks like it's so peaceful and quiet out there."
Antoinette arched her eyebrows slightly, then said, "Of course not. Let's go out, and I shall show you the miserable little patch of land. In France we had an entire mountain in the back of our house."
She opened the door and took a step out into the small yard. The grass was still verdant with only a few patches of brown betraying the lateness of the season. The peach trees had al-
ready lost their leaves and one evergreen seemed to be a radiant beacon in the setting sun jutting greenly towards the deep blue sky. The fragrance of the evergreen and the grass eliminated the cloying odor of the combustion fumes from the madly racing cars on the street beyond the wall.
As Antoinette took another step forward to point out the various flowers, Jeff moved. quickly behind her and encircled her waist with his arms.
"Jeff! What are you doing?"
"Stay quiet, Antoinette. I already have your shirt unbuttoned, and you're not wearing a bra. If you make any loud noises, someone'll look over that wall and see you. You'd have a mighty hard time explaining what you are doing out here, naked to the waist."
"Jeff! This is ridiculous! Give me back my ..." As the woman pivoted to demand her shirt back, Jeff lithely stripped it from her arms. Antoinette stood gloriously naked to the waist, her body caressed by the golden rays of the setting sun. Outlined against the green of the grass and the cobalt blue sky, Antoinette could have been a statue contrived by a master sculptor.
She was getting progressively madder at the youth. "Dammit, Jeff, give me back my shirt!" As she grabbed for it, Jeff dropped it to the ground.
Antoinette leaned forward to retrieve the discarded garment rather than kneeling to pick it up. Jeff slipped behind her again, grabbed her around the waist and unfastened the snap on the front of her jeans. With the material
held firmly in each hand, the teenager dropped to his knees and pulled Antoinette's pants down with him.
She turned and almost fell, tangled up in the cloth. Jeff held her upright and managed to skin her out of pants in the process. She stood smooth-skinned, golden and furious in her own back yard. The model's only clothing was a ridiculously skimpy g-string with a patch of material hardly larger than a postage stamp.
Jeff tossed the jeans aside near the shirt and held onto the woman's leg. He repeated his warning: "If you yell or try to get away, you'll cause a commotion and people will look over the wall. Remember that in this state, I'm underage and you could get into a hell of a lot of trouble seducing me like this."
"Goddammit! Me seducing you! I could have you booked on charges of attempted rape!" Antoinette's voice said that she'd see Jeff in court, but Jeff followed some advice he'd been given by her earlier. He was following his heart, not his brain in this.
His heart said that this would work out just fine and dandy.
"Don't count on it. You're an alien in this country. You could be deported. Who'd believe you against the word of a citizen of the U.S.?"
Antoinette started to speak, then her mouth snapped shut. She watched as Jeff quickly removed his clothing. His shirt was carefully placed beside hers, then his pants followed. His shoes and socks were discarded in an instant.
"I think right about here, in the sunlight, is a good place. Don't you think so, Antoinette?"
"A good place for what?" In spite of herself,
the woman was interested. That she might be arrested for indecent exposure didn't seem to bother her. The French model seemed to accept Jeff's statement that no one would peer over the wall unless some sort of noise caused them to become curious.
"Fucking, of course. What else?"
"You want to screw out here? You're insane !"
"Of course I am. About you." Jeff reached up and pulled Antoinette down to the crude blanket he had fashioned from their clothing. He slid his hand along her stomach and under the tiny patch of cloth that did little to hide the fleecy mound of her snatch. He peeled the undergarment off her and involuntarily caught his breath at the sight revealed to his lusting gaze.
In the rays of the setting sun, Antoinette's body was highlighted and shadowed in just the right places. Her twin peaks of tit were bright golden in hue; a deep shadow masked the valley between. That dark section between her soft, yielding jugs swayed and changed form like a fleeting ghost as she breathed in and out.
The planes of her body were well lighted, but the area between her legs fascinated Jeff. The ash-blond hair tufted into her pubic triangle seemed to flow with an eerie inner light. As Antoinette raised one leg, it cut off the sun's rays and shoved the area into deep umbra. The murky shadow hid the desire for the hard-on Jeff had acquired when he began stripping the woman.
The blending of shadow and light, real and unreal, dazzled him. Jeff knew that his instinct
had been right. If for nothing else, the sight of Antoinette in the dim, fading sunlight was worth all the effort he had gone to.
The youth quickly got out of his shorts. As he slipped them off his legs, Antoinette attempted to escape his clutches and to bolt for the door into the living room.
"Here, here, none of that, you saucy wench! We're going to make love. And remember, there might be someone peering over that wall at any time. You wouldn't want to be seen with your legs up in the air and your pussy exposed for the world to see, would you? You wouldn't want anyone to see you naked and writhing around while you were being royally fucked, would you?"
Jeff kept driving home the prospect of someone's actually seeing them while they were balling. Each time he mentioned it, the woman seemed to grow more excited, more desirable, and more desirous of him.
Jeff had suspected she was a masochist. Now he knew she was also an exhibitionist. And that was a fun trip, he had to admit. The thought of anyone casually walking home from work glancing over the wall and seeing him fucking this delectable piece of ass turned him on in a big way.
He could just imagine some guy out on the sidewalk creaming in his pants at the sight!
They lay side by side in the warm sunlight and Antoinette said, her voice kept low, "Why do you do this? Do you wish to humiliate me?"
In the most innocent-sounding voice he could summon up, Jeff said, "Embarrass you? I want nothing of the sort! As long as you don't
raise a fuss, no one will even know we're back here. Otherwise, even your next door neighbor might come out and look." He pointed in the direction of the other wall, which was even lower than that by the sidewalk.
"Who knows what your neighbor might think seeing you out in the back yard, naked and screwing some guy?"
"Mon Dieu!" Antoinette exclaimed. "My next door neighbor, he is very much the prude and would never understand. Please, let us go inside and there we can continue."
Jeff had no intention of allowing the beauteous woman to go inside. He wanted her outside. On the lawn, where there was a chance of someone's seeing them. The element of danger, of discovery, added spice to the very thought of lovemaking.
Jeff's hand reached out and settled down on a mound of tit. He pressed the woman flat against the ground and began to slowly rotate the trapped breast.
"Why go inside? It's so nice out here. And I'm here, too. Inside, you could get mighty lonesome."
His hand continued to press into the malleable titflesh. Jeff squeezed down and felt the softness under his fingers flow like butter. He kneaded and turned the mass of silky-smooth flesh until Antoinette began to utter low moans of pleasure. Jeff glanced quickly at the shadowy lands between Antoinette's legs and saw the betraying droplets of cunt juice beginning to ooze from her tight little pussy.
In sunlight, those lust drops refracted the
light into a million exotic and erotic colors. He felt his hard-on quiver in anticipation.
Jeff rolled over and kissed Antoinette. His tongue entered her oral cavity and began to explore the deepest recesses he could find. Her tongue began a slow, sensuous spiral up and around his, and soon their oral members flicked back and forth from one mouth to the other.
The fragrance of her perfume mingled with that of the crushed grass under them. Jeff thought that, if it could have been bottled, that subtle mixing of aromas with the ineffable scent of woman added could have made them millionaires several times over. Aphrodisiacs were always a popular item, and this was indeed a heady one.
Antoinette's mouth tasted as scrumptious as ever. Their salivas intermixed while their tongues frolicked together in the dank playground of their mouths. The taste was enough to drive Jeff mad with passion. His hands groped up and down the slender body of the woman under him, and he soon found himself tracing the outlines of her ribs.
Whenever Antoinette arched her back, her rib cage stood out in bold relief. Whether he stroked along her ribs or fondled a tit, the reaction was the same in the woman. Increased
arousal.
"MMMMMMmmmmm! Jeff! That feels so goooooood!" she muttered as he broke off the delving kiss to gasp for much needed air. "Don't stop now!" Her eyes were closed, but Jeff could imagine the lustful look that would have been reflected had they been open.
He moved his mouth along her jawline, lick-
ing with his moist tongue as he went. When the teenager found Antoinette's ear, he plummeted into the tiny orifice with all the energy and power he could muster. His hot breath sensitized the flesh, and when he gently nibbled on the earlobe, Antoinette thrust upwards against him, silently begging for more.
The woman bit her lower lip to keep from crying out her passions. She liked to be able to scream and cry when she made love. But the youth had put her into a position where that wasn't the safest thing to indulge in. She had to try to restrain herself or attract everyone's attention.
That single thought made her tingle inside. Not just her love partner, but the entire world could see her nakedness. She shivered a bit, not from the cold, but from anticipation of such a thing ever happening to her.
The feel of Jeff's hand coursing along her body kept her more than adequately warm-it kept her body hot. The sunlight filtering through the limbs of the evergreen was warming, also, and Jeff's body heat made sure the model wouldn't be cold. Antoinette wiggled as Jeff's hand rubbed across her arched belly.
The vast expanse of flesh was smooth, and undisturbed by any blemish. Perhaps the lack of distinguishing marks caused Jeff to find her navel such an attraction. Keeping his hand on one tit, Jeff moved to engulf the entire depression with his mouth. He sucked lightly as his tongue raced around and around the belly button. Antoinette's stomach muscles tensed. Jeff felt the hidden power just beneath the skin and knew how well-toned her muscles really were.
He began to get a vague idea of what it meant to be a model.
A model had to keep fit and stay attractive. Antoinette was certainly both.
As his tongue delved into the depths of her navel, Jeff transferred one hand to the area between Antoinette's thighs. He reveled in the feel of the fleecy mat he found. She had been aroused beyond his wildest imaginings and was gushing forth her inner love oils at a fantastic rate.
Jeff's hand was soon drenched and covered with the cuntal fluid that quickly dried to a gummy substance on the portions of his hand exposed to the air. His fingers explored the trench between the pursed and puckered labia, tracing out patterns along the ridges of flesh. Antoinette still remembered the possibility of onlookers, but the hand job he was meting out to her pushed the fear back into the deepest recesses of her mind. It seemed so much more important to moan and utter, "Oooooooh, Jeff! That's sooooo goooood! But fuck me! I want you to fuuuuuck meeeeee!"
He continued his slow traversing of her sex slash. Jeff was not going to rush this, not one bit. He wanted her to know exactly how much he had learned-and he wanted as much insight as he could get into the best way of getting into the gorgeous Francoise!
The teenager parted the blood-engorged lips and began to study what lay exposed underneath. The tiny inner labia fluttered as if in a gentle breeze, pink and excited. The darkness of the seemingly bottomless pit behind the in-
ner lips was the still-to-be-explored depth of Antoinette's sultry cunt.
The velvet-lined channel seemed to stretch to infinity. In the afternoon sun, odd reflections and shadows danced across the woman's snatch. Jeff imagined tiny gnome figures leaping in and out of the hole as a fleecy white cloud momentarily obscured the sun. He knew that soon he would be the one drifting up and down inside that wonderous tunnel of carnality.
He left his study of the tiny cuntal opening and moved forward toward the triangle of pubic hair. At the juncture of the labia, Antoinette's clit stood proud and firm. The tiny nubbin of flesh had boldly moved out of its sheath, and now it demanded attention.
Jeff couldn't refuse. He stroked the pillar of flesh from its base to the tiny tip. Each feather-light touch produced a quiver, both in the clitoris and in the woman's body. His index finger curled around the pleasure-button and compressed the slippery spike as much as it could. His finger almost squirted off the end when he squeezed down on the tiny, slick clit.
The reaction was all out of proportion to the miniscule effort he expanded. Antoinette arched her back and emitted a loud, "Aaaiiiieeee!"
Jeff felt the muscles in the woman's body tense, then go limp. The model had had an orgasm already. Jeff felt inordinately proud that it had come so quickly; that reinforced his idea that the threat of discovery added a new dimension to their lovemaking. So far, he had done nothing to Antoinette that he hadn't done before in their previous fuckings. With a sim-
pie fingering of her go-button, he had triggered an orgasm in her, something that had not been so simply done previously.
It had to be more than his simple manipulations. It was the thrill of possible observers watching. The promise of an audience staring at them. It had to be.
The woman groaned and turned under Jeff. In his ear, she whispered, "On your back. Let me get on top this time."
Jeff decided he didn't want to beat around the bush, either, and promptly rolled onto his back. Antoinette lithely straddled his legs and spread her thighs wide, exposing her golden thatch to his lusting gaze.
Up to this point, Jeff had been enjoying the lovemaking, and his hard-on had merely been a fact of life, nothing more. Now it began to hurt him with the intensity of its need to be buried up a soft, yielding cunt. His prick throbbed and threatened to explode unless its demands were met immediately.
Luckily, Antoinette was willing to oblige. She grabbed his long pole and raised herself up until she could locate that tiny hole Jeff had so avidly been peering into a short while before. With a determined plop!, the model dropped her weight straight down and smashed her body into the furry mat of Jeff's groin.
The head of his cock vanished into her depths, but his entire length did not immediately fit into her tunnel of love. Jeff felt bent out of shape; his cock twisted back slightly. It wasn't actually painful, merely uncomfortable. With the yearning already in his cock, anything was added stimulus to him.
The youth rotated his hips under Antoinette and felt the slickness of her inner walls as he found the proper passage upwards into her belly. Jeff was immediately buried balls-deep in the model's well-lubricated interior.
The warmth that surrounded him was soothing, even peaceful. Jeff leaned back and luxuriated in the feeling. Then the woman began a slow, methodical screwing up and down on his cock. She didn't bounce fast; every movement was deliberate, as if choreographed by some master.
Antoinette raised herself up, and Jeff's cock slid almost entirely from her cunt. With just the purpled, throbbing glans inside, she allowed gravity to pull her back down around him again. Jeff felt the cool afternoon air on his oily, exposed tool before it was again surrounded by hot female flesh. The coolness, then the warmth repeated over and over built up the pressure in Jeff's loins.
The woman did not use her stomach muscles to squeeze down on his length, not yet. She had a tight cunt for a woman approaching middle N age, and she knew it. Jeff would have been satisfied with her as she was, but Antoinette was a perfectionist when it came to sex. She wanted everything to be just right, everyone to get the maximum pleasure possible from the act of fucking. Jeff had started this scene, and the French woman had gone along because it piqued her curiosity and appealed to her sense of adventure.
She was actually fucking in the backyard of her house while hundreds of people rushed by
just inches away! And they suspected nothing out of the ordinary to be happening!
Jeff's eyes were riveted on the woman's vulva. The spreading and closing of the cuntal lips around his cock fascinated him. He had long since forgotten the possibility of discovery, even if Antoinette had not. He was too engrossed in experiencing every instant of the screwing to the full. Watching his cock being devoured and then spit out by Antoinette's cunt was a most titillating and thrilling experience !
The pink lips seemed to kiss his prick as the woman raised herself up, and his manhood left its berth inside her body. Sunlight gleamed on his shaft for a brief instant, then Antoinette's labia seemed to pucker and suck him back into her seething, volcanic interior.
Accompanying this erotic sight was the most lewd, lascivious slurping noise Jeff could imagine. He felt the vacuum on the tip of his glans. Each time his cockhead slipped from Antoinette's cunt, the vacuum was broken and the wet parting of organs produced the smacking noise.
Sight, sound and the fragrance of musk, grass and perspiration made Jeff's balls tighten and compress into a firm, hard sphere ready for ejaculation. He felt the tingling sensation in his groin that signalled a rapidly nearing orgasm. With iron control, Jeff fought it back. He couldn't come yet. He had to enjoy this as much as he could!
He couldn't move much in this trapped position, but it was worth it to be able to watch Antoinette bounce up and down on his body.
Her jugs swayed back and forth, tracing out invisible circles in the air. Her body heaved with wracking sobs,. as sensation ripped and tore at her insides. Eyes tightly clamped shut, she felt the beginnings of another orgasm.
As the climax threatened to seize control of her body again, the French model began to thrust up and down on Jeff's shaft with increased fervency. She picked up the tempo and was soon fucking herself with the mad, wild abandon of a berserk locomotive speeding along a track and headed for a precipitous cliff.
Jeff felt the increased friction on his rod and knew it was a losing battle trying to retain control. The burning-hot surge of his seed raced forward along his shaft, searing nerve endings as it went. He exploded inside Antoinette as the woman dropped with a balls-bruising crash over his tortured groin.
His come spurted out, gallon after gallon, into her eagerly awaiting orifice. As if dying of thirst, Antoinette's cunt drank every drop of Jeff's sperm and semen, then began to milk him for more. Orgasm had again possessed her body, and the vaginal convulsions acted like pulling motions along his length.
Jeff spurted one last time, then knew he had shot his entire load. Antoinette's wild fucking continued until Jeff's cock fell from her cunt, depleted and tired.
Reluctantly, the French woman opened her eyes and gazed down at the boy's prone length. "That was something different and special, Jeff. I want to thank you ..."
She stopped when she saw Jeff's eyes widen
in horror. She twisted and looked behind her to see her next door neighbor watching them.
Antoinette's insides nervously tumbled; then the entire scene struck her as being hilarious. She laughed a husky, rich laugh and waved to the man.
"Hello, Mr. Syroski!" she called. "Nice day to be out in the yard, isn't it? And such a lovely sunset! I just wish it hadn't gone down so fast, though. Don't you agree?"
The man vanished as if he'd just discovered his toes were on fire.
Jeff muttered, "Christ Almighty, Antoinette, we'd better get up."
"Yes, and dressed as soon as possible. I suspect that my neighbor will not understand and is dialing the number for the police at this very moment. The poor man simply doesn't understand about these things."
As an afterthought, she added, "And he is so unsubtle, too. He can never take a hint. ..."
The pair quickly dressed, went inside and sat down.
When the police rang the doorbell, Antoinette sweetly answered, "Why, it is the, how do you say it, the Surete? The police, om?"
The officer appeared embarrassed. "Uh, lady, we got this report about two people, uh, doing lewd and obscene things in your backyard. Do you know anything about it?"
Antoinette appeared the epitome of innocence. "Lewd? Obscene? In my backyard! Quickly, officers, go at once and see! Don't even bother to tell me what you find! Mon Dieu!"
The two policemen returned a few seconds
later. "Lady, I don't know what's going on here but there ain't nothing back there. Now, what're you trying to pull?"
"Pull? I pull nothing." Antoinette looked nonplussed.
"We get a complaint, we come out. Nothing's going on, so what's your story?"
"Story? Ah, you mean what is happening?" Antoinette appeared slightly confused by all the commotion. "I am just giving my daughter's boyfriend some tutoring in French. He comes over three times every week for the French lessons."
One officer turned and said to the other, "Hear that, Ed? French lessons."
"I heard, Mike, I heard." Ed turned to Antoinette and said, "Sorry we bothered you. And, in the future, could you conduct your lessons inside? In private?"
"Does my neighbor really object so?" Antoinette said, knowing full well that the police understood what had been going on in the backyard:
"I don't give a diddly shit about that old buzzard, lady. But three guys walking along outside your wall almost got run over. Them I worry about."
Without a further word, the two policemen left.
And Jeff and Antoinette laughed for ten solid minutes.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jeff left Antoinette's soon after the police had gone. He didn't want to stick around and see if the asshole of a next door neighbor had something else in store for them in the way of a hassle. He chuckled as he walked down the street, enjoying the sight of the twilight rapidly turning into chilly night around him.
The youth was pleased. He had guessed correctly about what it took to "keep Antoinette occupied. And his talks with her about Francoise had given him an insight into how to attract the seemingly aloof and unapproachable girl.
Jeff wandered the streets, idly kicking at tin cans, tossing stones at stray dogs and watching the stars come out one by one. The evening star-it must have been Venus-was exceptionally bright.
Jeff, in the time-honored tradition, made a wish. "I wish that Francoise will be so hot for me, we can really get it on the first date!"
He had passed the stage of wondering if there would be a first date or not. He now knew he could swing that. What happened afterwards, well, that was up to fate.
Jeff slept restlessly during the night, his dreams filled with lovely visions of Antoinette
wantonly fucking herself on his dick that looked more like a telephone pole than a penis. As soon as that dream sequence ended, another started. This was similar in content, except it was Francoise wildly fucking herself on his mighty rod of lust.
When he awoke the next morning, the bed-sheets were a mess. Jeff silently vowed to get them into the wash himself. Explaining the stains could be difficult if he waited for his mother to do the weekly laundry.
At school, Jeff felt like a big game hunter. He stalked Francoise until he cornered her. The teenager took to heart the advice given him by Antoinette. He should try to make Francoise understand that he cared for her, that whatever they did was merely an excuse to be together and wasn't an end in itself.
"How's it going, Francoise?"
The French girl furrowed her brows slightly, then brightened. "I understand now. That is an idiom which constantly escapes me. Everything is going great. And how're you?"
"Lonesome for you." Jeff held his breath and waited.
"Lonesome? How do you mean?"
"I've been wanting to make sure you had a good look around the city, but you've been avoiding me. If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can go out and ask Katherine along. Make it a double date ... you know, two couples."
"Why do you think that would make me feel more comfortable?" the girl seemed honestly perplexed.
"I just thought that you've been turning me
down whenever I asked for a date because you didn't feel right about accepting. Maybe you thought I had evil intentions or something."
Francoise smiled radiantly. "You have no such intents?"
"Yes, of course I do. You're so breathtakingly beautiful any red-blooded male would have evil designs on you. But you must be interested in doing something or seeing something that you haven't gotten a chance to yet. I'd like to give you a guided tour, personal attention, first class." Jeff saw the indecision again in Francoise's eyes, those lovely deep green eyes, but this time the dilemma seemed to be arriving at a more satisfactory conclusion.
Jeff said, "I'm really afraid you aren't getting a chance to see everything you could in the U.S., and I wanted to make sure you had a good time while you're over there. . . ."
"Why? Why does it matter if I have a good time?"
The cat and mouse game was nearing an end.
Jeff seemed to ponder out the answer he had long since composed. "I guess I care about you and hate to see you miss out on anything that'd be fun."
"Well, Jeff, there is a movie I'd like to see." Francoise waited and when Jeff didn't say anything she finished, "It's by my favorite director, Bunuel. Belle de Jour-it's at the Art Movie Theatre."
"If that's what you want, that's what you'll get, mademoiselle! What say I come by and pick you up around seven?"
"That'd be just marvy! And see how well I pick your idioms up? See you at seven!" With a flash of golden hair, Francoise was off.
And Jeff was feeling pleased with himself. He had succeeded in getting the date. What was even more interesting was the choice of movie Francoise had made. Belle de Jour wasn't a pornographic movie by any means, but it was probably the single most erotic movie ever made. Even if everything else turned out a flop, Jeff was certain that the movie would go a long ways toward thawing out Francoise for him.
The day seemed to be years long-the seconds crept by so slowly they seemed drenched in molasses. But seven o'clock eventually rolled around and, at exactly the hour, Jeff presented himself at the front door of his date's house.
Francoise answered. That surprised him slightly. The usual runaround about making the male wait seemed to have been forgotten, or perhaps it had never been invented in France. Francoise was stunning, even more so than usual.
She was dressed in a chiffon outfit exactly the color of her eyes. The emerald green was startlingly effective and offset the platinum of her hair to good effect. With an almost electrostatic tenacity, the material clung to every curve and flare of the young girl's body. She could have passed as three years older with no problem.
It was obvious that her mother had helped in the selection of this outfit.
"Ready, Francoise?" Jeff was aroused to the point of an erection at the seductive sight
of those twin globes of tit pushing slightly upward out of the bodice of her dress, and he was also amused that the girl would be ready when he called for her.
"Certainly, mon ami!" Francoise offered him a creamy white, slender arm which Jeff readily took. He escorted her out to the car and in a few minutes they were driving to the theatre.
At first, Jeff didn't really know what to say. Francoise seemed to effervesce and bubble over tonight in contrast with their earlier meetings. She rattled on and on about France and her home there, what she hoped for out of life, in short, her life history. Jeff only had to nod occasionally and say "Yes" and "Really?" when Francoise paused to catch her breath.
In that short time, he had to admit he learned a great deal about France-and Francoise.
The line at the theatre was short. Not too many people seemed to be interested in seeing Luis Bunuel's films.
Francoise commented, "That is such a pity, for in France they would be lined up to the next block. He is such a great director."
Jeff had to agree. He hadn't seen too many foreign movies, but the ones he had lie was able to discuss. By careful choice of subject, he had soon impressed Francoise with his knowledge, although it was meager and very limited.
They went into the theatre and, after finding out that Francoise didn't care for the greasy popcorn soaked in soybutter, Jeff started toward the main floor of the theatre.
Francoise gripped his arm and whispered,
"Is there a balcony? It is so much nicer when you are high."
Jeff chuckled, but didn't bother to tell her about the unintentional pun she'd made. If she wanted to go up to the balcony, that was fine with him. He idly wondered if going into the balcony meant the same thing in France as it usually did in the U.S. Jeff knew he'd soon find out.
"Sure thing. The stairs are over here." They walked up the narrow stairs arm in arm and found the balcony almost deserted. The main floor of the theatre was slowly filling, but only a couple of dozen people inhabited the upper tier. They selected seats about halfway back and in the center of the row.
The movie started and they watched in silence for a few minutes. Francoise leaned over and whispered into Jeff's ear, "Is she not beautiful?" She nodded to the actress on the screen. Jeff had to admit there was an aloofness, a cool sophistication about Catherine Deneuve that turned him on in a big way. He couldn't decide if it was the actress or Francoise's nearness that had given him back his erection.
Whichever it was, he meant to put it to good use.
He whispered back, "In comparison to you, she's ugly!"
"Jeff! But she is one of France's most gorgeous ..." Francoise's voice trailed off as she reached down and felt the growing bulge underneath Jeff's double knit trousers.
"That's for you, Francoise, all for you."
"Jeff!" Francoise sounded a bit disgusted.
Remembering the way Antoinette had been turned on in such a big way by the element of discovery, Jeff decided to see if it would work with her daughter. Francoise had settled back in her seat, arms crossed defiantly.
Jeff casually reached over and gripped Francoise's tender thigh with fierce intensity. She started to pull away, but he cautioned her. "Don't cry out. Everyone would stare at you. And they'd know exactly what you had been doing. You wouldn't want us to be thrown out of the theatre because you cried out, would you?"
A meek little "No," was the only answer.
Jeff continued to fondle the snowy white thigh. At first, Francoise's muscles were tensed against this familiarity. Gradually, as Jeff continued his stroking and caressing from the knee up along her inner thigh, never Quite reaching the silk-encased pussy mound, Francoise began to relax. Soon, she wiggled over and allowed Jeff to rub against her pubic mound.
"Does that feel good, Francoise?"
"Merde! You know it does, you bastard!" Francoise was becoming turned on, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
Jeff continued to fondle the tender thighs with his right hand while his left encircled Francoise's shoulders.
From that position, he could lace his fingers through the golden forest of her hair. Gentle stroking of her hair seemed to have as much of an effect on her as anything else.
Jeff bent over slightly, his eyes on the bulges of melon-sized tits oozing out of the top of her
dress. He decided that he had best stick with his initial purpose. He kissed Francoise fully on the lips.
Again, Francoise was stiff and unresponsive at first. Gentle manipulations along her leg and on her knee, coupled with the stroking of her soft hair, relaxed her once again. Soon she was returning the kiss with the fervor with which it was given.
Jeff's tongue flicked out and darted into Francoise's mouth. Her tongue seemed to be able to position itself quickly and with just the right force to stroke the underside of his when he darted into her oral cavern. His organ of taste was tickled and tantalized by the feathery touches of the girl's tongue along the bottomside of his.
Francoise was so sexy she was even making his tongue hard!
The elixir of Francoise's mouth was heady and intoxicating. Jeff's hard-on quivered and demanded to be released from the cloth prison which prevented its escape. As he jerked and twitched, the dull ache of a full-fledged need was building in his loins. He'd surely blast out his load of come if he didn't do something more than just fool around with his hand running up and down the girl's leg and a bit of tongue-diddling.
Jeff unzipped his trousers, and his cock snapped out like the button had been pushed on a switchblade. Tall and proud, his dong protruded from his trousers. In the dim light, it appeared to be black, hidden in deep shadow. But Francoise could see its purpled top, the
crown of his staff that promised untold joys if she'd accept its offer.
To make sure, Jeff whispered again, "Remember. Stay quiet or everyone in the place will be down on us. And the ushers have flashlights. We could be spotlighted by a couple of them at any minute if you called out."
A cool hand drifted down to his shaft and encircled it. Francoise told him, "I know. Don't worry about me." She squeezed a bit, then started to stroke up and down, pulling the loose skin along with her hand. The dryness irritated his sensitive rod, but he wasn't going to complain. Francoise seemed at last to be turning on to him.
When his hand felt the silk panties again, he knew he was right. A large damp spot had spread out and her undies were soggy with her lust. Jeff ground his hand into the pussy mound with a fierce power. Instead of protesting, Francoise shoved her hips forward to grind his palm even more forcefully into her furred mons veneris.
She began a low, lilting moan that carried throughout the balcony. Several people looked, and Jeff pointed this out to Francoise. He felt an extra flood of cunt juices gush forth when Francoise saw that he was right and that people were staring at them.
The danger of discovery was the key to Francoise just as it had been with her mother. Jeff was proud of himself. Now all he had to do was harness this and see where it would lead.
As Francoise lifted her hips when he reached under her ass, the sudden inspiration hit him again. Jeff's fingers quickly looped over the
tops of Francoise's silken panties and he pulled. The girl gave a startled yelp as she felt her undies slipping over the broad expanse of her ass, then sail off and down her legs.
In a split second, Jeff had gotten the girl out of her underwear. Again he told her, "Don't raise a fuss. How could you ever explain how you happened to have your panties off?"
The logic of the situation never penetrated Francoise's sex-numbed brain. She'd never have to recount how she'd lost them, not unless she happened to be caught in some particular act that would expose her lovely buttocks, so well formed, to the world.
Naked and exposed under her dress, Francoise's body was wracked with a cold shiver of anticipation. When Jeff's finger began to trace along her gash, she shivered again, but it wasn't a cold shiver. It felt as if she had been seared with a branding iron wherever he touched her. The flowing sex slash between the French girl's well-formed legs was beginning to ache, to hunger for something more than finger-fucking.
"Jeff," Francoise urgently whispered, "I need you. Now! I want you inside me!"
"Quiet, love. Let's just watch the picture for a while." Jeff was as hot and ready as she was, but he had to string her along, reinforce the idea of danger. When she climaxed, it would be all the more satisfying for both of them. And Jeff had to admit, he relished the feeling of power he wielded over the girl.
The high school student continued to flex his finger inside her cunt. Francoise moaned almost continuously now, shoving her hips down
onto Jeff's finger. The teenage boy didn't seem to notice, even when Francoise gripped down especially hard on his cock.
When his iron rod began to buck and jerk back and forth, Jeff knew that he'd have to get off soon. His control was slipping. It did no good to look at the screen because the movie was about as erotic as what was going on next to him.
Francoise seemed as aroused as he was. "Please, Jeff, I need you!"
"Quiet!" he snapped. "Just stand up and sit down on my lap. Straddle my cock and shove it as far up your quim as you can!"
He slid forward in the seat, his legs straight in front of him. Francoise quickly obeyed. She faced the screen and, legs outside his tightly clenched ones, seemed to sit down.
That's the way it appeared to the others in the balcony. That wasn't the way it felt to Jeff. His cock vanished up the fiery hot cunt of the girl and remained trapped in the blast furnace of her desires. He was surrounded by a wetness, a heat that approached that of the core of a star, a compression that would turn his prick into solid diamond if it remained there long enough. The teenager uttered a low-pitched groan and settled back even further in his seat.
Jeff positioned his hands on Francoise's hips and began to guide her up and down on his prod. She was more than content to start slowly at first, then pick up the tempo. His entry into her body had been precipitous, sudden and forceful. The French teenager had to bite her lower lip to keep from crying out loudly when Jeff's massive prong compressed her al-
ready blood-filled vulva and tried to bend the outer lips into her cuntal channel.
Once it was inside, however, Francoise felt filled, content. The long male invader rested easily in her tight vagina. She tensed her stomach muscles a few times to give Jeff a loving indication that she appreciated him inside her. A subtle warmth suffused throughout her being, hinting at the blaze that could be ignited at any instant in her belly.
Francoise felt Jeff's strong hands on her waist urging her up and down. She straightened her legs until she felt only the very tip of his dong inside her. Then Francoise dropped, allowing gravity to do the work. She heard him moan as she slammed down into his crotch, but the reaction in her own body was even more demanding. The sexy blonde seemed to take an extra inch of him inside her twat. Each drop thrust his lust staff deeper and deeper and aroused her more and more.
"Careful, Francoise, I think people are watching!" Jeff whispered, soft voce.
It was a lie. He couldn't see past the chiffon of her dress, and his vision was increasingly blurred with lust as she fucked herself on his cock. The dull ache in his balls had long since turned into a raging fire. Jeff knew that he would soon explode and blow his balls off into the girl's eagerly awaiting cunt.
Francoise didn't seem to realize that Jeff was virtually blind. She accepted his appraisal that people might be watching as the gospel truth. She began fucking herself faster and faster along his length. She felt it slither out, then ram home into her belly again and again.
His hands guided her motions, kept her from slipping to one side or from allowing his rigid length to leave her body.
Francoise was growing frantic with lust. People were watching. She had to continue this wanton public fucking, however. Her body wouldn't let her stop now. Faster and faster she moved on his long pole, until her breath was coming in long, gasping drafts.
She was completely filled with Jeff's length, and she loved it. The danger that someone might be watching added impetus to her fucking. The French student was bound to be discovered.
The friction inside her cunt was excruciating. It was delightful. It was torture. It was undiluted joy. The conflicting sensations assaulted her mind, and finally her body seemed to explode with a cataclysmic fury. Francoise bit down on her lower lip to prevent a loud outcry that would definitely have attracted attention.
The pounding waves of carnal oceans smashed against her shores and washed against her mind. The girl was carried along on the torrents and tides until she managed to slow down her frenetic fucking.
She rested, still sitting across Jeff's lap. Somewhere along the line, he had blasted forth his come and had had his orgasm. Francoise felt the heated river of his pearly semen trickle past the plug of his still rigid cock and dribble on down her inner thigh.
With an easy grace that wasn't easy to display in the tight-packed rows of seats in the
theatre, Francoise disengaged herself and settled back into the seat beside Jeff.
Anxiously, she whispered, "Did anyone notice?"
Jeff didn't give a damn, but said, "Yeah, I'm afraid so. That old fart over there was watching us the entire time." The guy in question seemed to have fallen asleep, but Francoise didn't notice.
"Wow!" was her only comment.
Jeff smiled as he zipped up his trousers and put his limp penis to bed. "Yeah," he agreed, "Wow!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day was an exciting one for Jeff. He and Francoise seemed to have gotten together on the right wavelength at last. They ate lunch together, even cut a class to sit and talk. Jeff didn't remember much of what they talked about, but he didn't really care too much, either. Just being with the sexy French girl was enough.
It amazed him how many of his dreams had reached fulfillment in the past month or so. He'd been a virgin. Antoinette had shown him how to cure himself of that particular perversion. And she had shown him so many other interesting sexual techniques, too. He still wondered about the brief allusion she'd made to having the rope tied around her ankle and being dangled outside the hotel window, but he hadn't asked. It seemed rude to intrude on her other love affairs. Besides, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Just finding out what it took to keep her on the hook sexually was good enough. Excitement. Change. Variety. The thrill of doing the familiar in a different environment was where it was at with the French model.
And Katherine. He had lusted after her
since he was fourteen and horny all the time. Without Antoinette's guidance he might still feel guilty about fucking his own sister. It had been a thrill. Perhaps he, too, was enamoured of the outre, the outrageous and bizarre in his sex acts. It didn't matter because Antoinette had convinced him that as long as both he and Katherine got off on their lovemaking, it was perfectly natural and even desirable. It was a criminal waste to keep sexual desires pent up inside. Especially if both parties had the same desires and neither had the nerve to admit it.
Jeff reflected back on the good times he had had since then with Katherine. Their relationship seemed easier, more open and, yes, even more loving in non-sexual ways. Katherine had revealed to him her lesbian lovemaking with Francoise.
At first, this had shocked him. Soon, however, the teenager began to think about it. Was it really that much worse than fucking his own sister? It couldn't be. The same principle applied. Two people loved each other. It was senseless to keep those emotions pent up inside and denied expression. Wasn't making love to another the highest compliment, the highest art form possible?
Jeff's mind lingered when he came to Francoise. His brain seemed to reach out and caress the image of her inside his head. Lovely, as lovely and trim as his sister. Blond and green-eyed, a combination that never failed to turn him on in a big way. That Francoise had inherited her mother's modelling ability and grace and figure were added bonuses.
Francoise was simply too much for him to
cope with all at once. She was gorgeous of face and form. He wanted her so badly, and she had shunned him through a simple misunderstanding. Again, he had Antoinette to thank for the key that unlocked the mysterious and elusive Francoise. Without Francoise's mother's help, Jeff knew he might still be wondering where he had gone wrong, what he had said that had irritated the girl.
In retrospect, Antoinette's advice on approaching Francoise was pretty general. He knew that he had probably struck out with a lot of girls, not because they weren't attracted to him, but because he had turned them off with his clumsy approach. Inexperience could be remedied only through time. He could learn the proper things as long as he kept it up.
Kept it up.
That was a phrase with double meaning when he thought of Francoise. Just seeing her made him hard. His cock would throb and beg for a nice, warm berth inside her tight vagina. Jeff thought back to his first encounters with Antoinette. It had been difficult controlling himself then. With each new sexual experience, it was easier and easier to maintain his self-control and keep from jetting off into the first orifice shoved around his cock.
Jeff shook his head, however, when he thought about Francoise. She had an aura of sexiness about her that seemed to rob him of all his hard-learned self-control. He could watch her walk down the hall, her ass wiggling and gently swaying from side to side, and almost blow off on the spot. He could see the gentle swing of her jugs, usually unbrassiered, with
nipples poking against tight cloth, and that would do a number on his libido too.
Beautiful, sexy and incredibly desirable. Knowing that a woman like that even existed was enough to keep Jeff hard.
Jeff had gone along for sixteen years without the benefit of a worthwhile fucking. Now, in just the past handful of weeks, it seemed as if the floodgates had been opened. He could barely choose among Antoinette, Francoise and Katherine as to which he liked the best, which was the best lay.
Antoinette seemed interested in him more as a son than as a potential long-term lover. That was fine with Jeff. The older woman was sexy, and he thanked her dearly for all she had done for him, but he knew that sooner or later someone else, someone more experienced and more intriguing than the high school student he was would come along, and that Antoinette would flitter off with him.
Katherine was the forbidden territory. That was what had attracted him, possibly still did. That she was good in bed and getting better- or so it seemed-was merely a secondary concern. But any long term relationship with his own sister would be doomed. She'd be finding a guy soon who might or might not understand that brother-sister love could go beyond chaste little pecks on the cheek.
Francoise was left. She fascinated him in a way that the others did not. Young, and looking enough like Katherine to satisfy that part of his sexual fantasies, she was ably trained in the erotic arts; any daughter of Antoinette would have to be. Perhaps the myth about
French woman was true-perhaps they were better lovers. That was a small concern. Jeff had found the secret to Francoise the night in the theatre. She was an exhibitionist, but with a twist. She had to make it in public with the fear-thrill-of possible discovery while she fucked. She could ball in private as well as anyone, but when she was in public, her screwing was almost a mystical experience for Jeff. The girl seemed more alive than anyone else he had known, more expert, more enthusiastic.
Yes, Francoise was definitely his choice for a long-term affair. Jeff wondered how realistic that was. He knew that she and her mother would only be in the US for the school year and would be returning to France. But Katherine seemed to have a good shot at a scholarship at the Sorbonne. He was at least as good a linguist as his sister.
Perhaps, with enough study, he could swing the same deal and go to Paris. And be with Francoise.
Jeff glanced at his wristwatch and noticed it was time to go pick up Francoise. They were going to the football game tonight. The French girl didn't understand the game, but Jeff didn't really want to admit he didn't quite understand it himself. Just being together was the important thing to him. And to her, he added mentally.
They filed into the stadium with the other students, laughing and jostling as they went. The stadium was large, but the school had a large enrollment. Also, this was the Homecom-
ing game and was traditionally when the largest turnout occurred during the year.
"Francoise, let's go up to the very top row."
"All the way up there?" Francoise brushed her golden hair back as she stared up to the upper tier of seats. "I might get a nosebleed from the altitude!"
They laughed and began the long climb. Jeff was surprised that he wasn't out of breath, but his heart trip-hammered heavily. It wasn't the climb that had caused that, it was the rubbing of Francoise's hip against his as they climbed. That simple motion set off a chain reaction of imagined delights in his head.
The pair found seats near the center of the stadium, not far removed from the press box. They sat down and Jeff spread the big quilt over their legs. The autumn night was cold and the stars peered down at them, tiny chips of diamond glued onto the velvet blackness of the sky. The light breeze that had kicked up added an extra chill to the air and made the quilt a necessity.
Besides, snuggling under the blanket was so much easier and less noticeable. Not that anyone would have even glanced at them.
The kickoff came and Francoise kept up a barrage of questions about the game that Jeff couldn't really answer. He soon began inventing answers to her questions, trying to make each one more absurd and funny than the previous one. The French girl quickly understood what he was doing and laughed.
He knew Francoise approved by the way she had unzipped his jeans under the blanket and was stroking his cock into a steely hardness.
"And is this what is called 'making the pass?"' Francoise asked.
"Not quite, doll. More like 'scoring a touchdown.' "
Francoise squeezed lovingly on his long prick and began to massage the loose skin up and down the length. The blue vein on top of Jeff's dong soon bulged out and the entire organ hummed and jerked merrily in anticipation.
In anticipation of what, Jeff didn't know. But he figured it might be interesting.
He casually commented, "Uh, look, Francoise, be careful. You might never notice but I think we're being watched."
Her hand tightened perceptibly on his prong. "Who's watching?" she anxiously asked, a tremor of excitement tinging her voice.
"Those people." Jeff nodded toward a trio of freaks who were stoned out of their heads and trying vainly to light another joint.
Francoise shivered. "Ooooo!" was all she said as she slipped to her knees in front of Jeff.
Her blond head quickly vanished from sight under the quilt. Jeff didn't have to ask where she had gone. The warmth and wetness that surrounded his cock told him instantly. She was giving him a blowjob.
This was the first time Francoise had engulfed his cock with her mouth and that alone sent cold shivers up and down Jeff's spine. The warmth of Francoise's breath stirred the pubic hairs surrounding his balls and excited him all the more. When her tongue gently touched the crown of his cock, Jeff emitted a squeal of glee.
From underneath the quilt came the muffled order, "Shut up! People will stare!"
Jeff smiled. Right now he didn't care if both of them went out into the center of the field and got it on with the entire stadium watching. The feel of her mouth on his genitals was indescribably great. He luxuriated in the sensations pommeling his groin, burning with quiet intensity in his scrotum and threatening to engulf him if he relaxed his iron control for an instant.
Francoise licked and lapped at the meaty popsicle in front of her. Head covered by the blanket, all the odors from Jeff's crotch assailed her nose and made her nostrils flare. Such a sweet, wonderful aroma! Aroused man!
She gently massaged the balls and felt them begin to tumble over and over inside their tiny, hairy little sac that dangled under Jeff's monstrous pleasure-piston. When his cock jerked in cadence with the pulse she felt through her tongue, Francoise took just the glans of the long rod into her mouth.
Her teeth lightly scored the area behind the purpled hood and elicited another moan of sheer, unadulterated pleasure from Jeff's lips. She could hear the cheers of the crowd and, somehow, this spurred her on.
Francoise rammed her tongue down firmly onto the pinprick hole at the end of Jeff's fleshy sword. The girl knew she couldn't wiggle her tongue down that hole; so did Jeff. But both were immensely stimulated by the attempt. She quickly changed the focus of her attack and began to move her head back and forth along the teenager's pubic length. Her teeth scored light red marks, not hurting him but stimulating
him to the utmost, while her tongue spiralled around and around the pole embedded in her face.
The French girl felt Jeff's hands rest on her head, guide her in the rhythm that he liked. It didn't matter to her as long as she had lots of long, hard prick in her mouth. Slow, fast, somewhere-in-between was all the same. Just as long as she could taste the delectable tang of man-meat.
Jeff's breathing was heavier, and he felt his heartbeat increase with the excitement Francoise was generating at his crotch. His dong burned and scorched his nerves as the sexy blonde slid up and down using her teeth on his shaft. The burning was quickly quenched by the soft, moist tongue that followed swiftly behind to put out any fires and soothe the tormented skin of his cock.
Jeff wondered how long this could go on. He suddenly realized that Francoise had barely started. The purpled, blood-engorged head of his cock was all that she had been mouthing. The fellatrice still had another five or six inches to go before she even got to his groin!
Francoise methodically worked down, making sure her tongue laved every square millimeter of flesh as she went. When the arrowhead of Jeff's sex impacted against the roof of her mouth, she transferred her tongue to the underside of his cock. The tiny flap of skin that dangled down was the most sensitive portion of his manhood.
The French student made sure that this tiny triangle received her full attentions. Back and forth with her pink, moist tongue. A gentle nip
and scrape with her teeth. Another sweeping spiral with her organ of taste, and Jeff was threatened with losing everything.
Francoise felt the sudden jerk and the rapid expansion of his cock as more and more blood wildly pumped into his organ.
She squirted his tool from her mouth and anxiously asked, "What's wrong, Jeff? Is someone watching?"
"Oh God, yes, yes! Dammit, go ahead and suck me off!"
Francoise interpreted that as meaning someone might be watching and to hurry. She returned to her sword swallowing act and took about half of Jeff's lusty cylinder down her throat. The girl had long since learned how to swallow cock without choking; it seemed natural to her and the blonde could never understand all the fuss over Linda Lovelace.
Francoise began to apply vacuum to Jeff's prick. Slowly at first, then with greater and greater force until the boy was writhing about on the hard bench seat without regard to anyone watching or not. It wouldn't do to have someone think he was having a seizure, but he couldn't restrain himself.
This was too damned much!
Francoise continued her oral ministrations and took another inch of his cock down her throat. Jeff felt surrounded, imprisoned like he had never been before. He reached down and took the lump on the quilt that betrayed where Francoise's head was in his hands. He began a steady back and forth motion, and soon the French girl picked up on the rhythm.
He was face-fucking her with a fury and
passion he didn't know he possessed. Jeff was totally lost in the carnal wilderness of sexual abandon. The warmth, the wetness, the suction on his prong was driving him mad with desire. His fucking motions became more and more frantic, and Francoise responded in kind.
Her cheeks sank into concave depressions with the intense suction she provided for his reddened dick. Her tongue lashed out and lapped and licked at the trapped, blood-surfeited head of his tool. As she was circling around the very tip of Jeff's cock with her snakelike tongue, she felt the extra blood pumping into the crown, expanding it like a cobra's hood before it strikes.
That brief warning allowed Francoise to prepare herself for the onslaught of warm, pearlescent come that rocketed from the end of Jeff's erotically aroused tube of love. The first wave was swallowed with no problem by the French girl. She had barely gulped that down when the second blast hit the roof of her mouth. Francoise was still in the process of slurping down the remaining gobbets of that torrential outpouring when the third spurt hit.
She began to choke, but she valiantly stayed at her post and tried to suck as much of the come from Jeff's cock as she could. Finally, exhausted of all liquids, the cock began to deflate and fall flaccid.
Francoise slipped from under the quilt, a smile on her face. Come dripped from one corner of her mouth. Jeff smiled in return and pulled the girl to him. He opened his mouth and engulfed her lips with his. The kiss was long and deep, Jeff reveling in the taste of his own come mixed with Francoise's saliva.
Francoise broke off the kiss after a while and whispered, "Do you think anyone noticed?!"
Jeff sighed and said, "Only me, darling, only me. And did I ever notice!"
They watched the rest of the game in relative ease, occasionally fondling each other's genitals, but Jeff was pretty much out of it for a long time. Every time Francoise got rolling and had the fear-excitement of discovery added to their lovemaking, she really tired him out.
The rest of the game was something of a waste, too. Jeff and the other team were the only ones that scored.
The next day at school, Jeff and Francoise were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Katherine came over to speak with them. She sat down and said, "Where you two been hiding out? I've been looking for both of you and haven't been able to find you."
Jeff smiled and looked quickly at Francoise. "Oh, we've been around. You know. The usual places. Up on the roof. In the storeroom back of the kitchen. Places like that."
Katherine looked a trifle disgusted. "Yeah, sure. But what I wanted to talk to you two sex fiends about was this. Antoinette's invited us to her house tonight for a little get together. A few of her friends. A party to sort of get acquainted with different people. The catch is that we'll have to get our folks' permission if we want to stay out very late."
Jeff shrugged. "You've always been able to wheedle things out of Dad. Why don't you go on home after school and try? The party sounds like fun."
"Okay. See you both later on."
Jeff turned to Francoise and asked, "Are you finished eating? The old clock on the wall says it's about twenty minutes before class starts again, and there's an empty classroom over in the east wing."
"An empty classroom? And what else?"
"Come on and I'll show you."
Hand in hand, the pair left the crowded cafeteria and went to the deserted room. Jeff carefully slipped a playing card through the snap lock on the door, and they got into the room. He smiled and said, "One of the benefits of having a father in the military. You learn all sorts of neat tricks like breaking and entering."
"Entering? Entering what?" Francoise said, sitting on the teacher's desk, her long legs swinging back and forth.
"Oh, all sorts of things." Jeff's hand coursed up the smooth road of Francoise's thigh until it came to her panties. He was mildly surprised to find out that Francoise had come prepared. She wore crotchless panties.
"Now where did you get those, hmmmm?" Jeff wiggled a finger through the smooth rimmed cloth and into the sticky warmth of Francoise's cunt.
"Where? Ummmm, that's so niiice! Put something else up there."
Jeff played dumb. "Put what where?" He flexed his finger just inside her cuntal lips, making sure he was stimulating the delicate inner labia as much as possible.
"Damn you, Jeff! Put your lovely cock up my cunt where it belongs!"
"What do you want me to do when I get
there?" He quickly lowered his zipper and scooted forward to oblige the willing French girl. His cock smoothly glided into her already lubricated tunnel of love.
"Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE! OOOOOHH!" Francoise cried out as Jeff's massive dong began to ram back and forth in her tight channel. His fucking was slow, but he had reached down and spread her thighs with both hands. This crammed her fleshy ass into the desk top and compressed her cunt to an impossibly small diameter.
Jeff almost blacked out when he tried to withdraw for another shot up the hot tube to Francoise's belly. He had turned her into an incredibly tight cunt. She was normally hard to get into because of the smallness of her carnal passageway, but this! This transcended all the fucking they had done before!
Jeff felt as if he had thrust his tool into a velvet-lined vise. The compression on his buried length was tremendous, but the effect on Francoise was even greater.
She cried out her passions and sobbed, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Francoise hunched up and down, trying to suck more of Jeff's length into her cunt. With him pinioning her legs to the desk top, she wasn't able to do anything but squirm around in a circle on the desk top. Jeff groaned as she tensed and relaxed her stomach muscles, hunched up and tried to take more of his length into her body. The youth was pushed to the limits of his endurance by the wanton girl's motions.
Jeff began fucking into the tight cunt faster and faster, all finesse and technique cast aside in favor of swift, hard thrusts. That seemed to be what they both wanted. He released his fierce grip on her thighs, and Francoise immediately locked her legs around his waist.
By resting Jeff's hands on the desk and letting Francoise grab him behind the head, the pair were able to get enough leverage for Jeff to maintain his wanton fucking of her manhole. The lewd sucking noise filled the empty classroom every time Jeff's cockshead slid out of Francoise. Her copious quantities of lubricants formed a powerful vacuum inside her, and breaking it from time to time produced the obscene sounds.
That only added to the pair's lust.
That and the possibility that the teacher would return at any instant and find them fucking away on her desk.
Jeff bent over and stifled Francoise's cries with his mouth. Kissing her silenced the loudest of her screams. She could only mumble and mutter around his delving tongue that duplicated the motions of his cock. His mighty male member thrust forward, so did his tongue. As his organ of taste withdrew from the girl's eager mouth, Jeff pulled back with his hips and withdrew his cock from her seething cunt.
Each excursion into Francoise was more powerful than the last. His own passions had mounted to the bursting point, but so had the French girl's. She used her legs to good advantage. As Jeff started his thrust forward, the sexy blond girl would tighten up her leg mus-
cles and give added impetus to his forward thrust.
His balls smashed repeatedly into her ass with a wet noise. The juices that dribbled down from her overflowing cunt trickled down her perineum and into her asshole. Every time Jeff's balls impacted, they were treated to a lube job at no extra cost.
His groin ground mercilessly into Francoise's. Their pubic hair merged and molded together into a form of erotic kinetic sculpture. Jeff's pelvis shoved hard against the clit that protruded up from its hiding place at the end of Francoise's sex slash. All motions together stimulated her clitoris to the point where she could no longer continue to control herself.
A long, deep sigh was expelled from Francoise's lips, and her eyes closed. Her body quivered as the muscles tensed and the French girl was seized in the satin-and-iron grip of orgasm. All too soon, she drifted back to the reality of the classroom and Jeff still madly fucking away, his orgasm just seconds away.
When it hit, he felt as if he had been pitched up into the air by the impact of a Mack truck. The teenager soared and drifted, floated and sailed on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until finally he, too, came back to realize that they were still in the classroom.
A hurried glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. Lunchtime was over and, any second, the teacher and class would be filing into the room.
Francoise hastily released him and attempted to straighten her skirt. It appeared perma-
nently wrinkled, but neither cared. As Jeff was zipping up his trousers, the door opened.
A shriveled-up prune of an old woman walked in and saw them. She quickly demanded, "What are you two doing in here?"
Jeff's eyes widened, seemingly in amazement. "This isn't room 609?"
"No, indeed, it is not! This is a senior class that meets here, young man. And obviously neither of you are seniors. I'll thank you to leave immediately."
"We're sorry, ma'am," said Francoise, trying to look ingratiating. "Could you tell us what class is to meet in this room?"
The old woman seemed to find it distasteful but she finally spat out, "Sex education."
Jeff and Francoise managed to get into the hallway before they broke out laughing. Sex education, indeed! They could have really shown that old bat's class something in the way of sex education!
Francoise could barely speak, "That was so ...so...!"
Jeff had to agree. "It was, wasn't it!" They laughed as they hurried to class. Once there, however, they found that they were supposed to go to an assembly and listen to the principal bore them with his dry cliches about behavior. It seemed that there had been some minor violations of the school codes again, and Mr. Williams wanted to impress on all the students the importance of good grooming, not smoking, and at least showing up for class every now and then.
Jeff had a brilliant idea as they walked to the gym where the assembly was to be held. He
whispered to Francoise, "Leave your jacket behind and get two seats on the bleachers, you take the lower one. I'll be with you in a couple of minutes."
Jeff hurried off the the men's locker room and, finding no one watching, hastily rummaged in the first aid kit until he came out with a small jar of petroleum jelly.
He found Francoise very simply. Jeff searched the audience until he found a section where all the males were looking upward. At the focus of their gaze was a lovely blond head ... Francoise.
Jeff scrambled up the bleachers, slipping twice in his haste. He positioned himself behind her on the hard seats and gently stroked her bare arm. Her blouse was sleeveless, which had given him the idea for the ultimate in public exhibitionism.
"Whatever you do, don't give us away!" he cautioned. He opened up the jar of jelly and smeared under Francoise's right armpit. The French girl turned and looked back at him, curious as to what the teenager had in mind now. She watched him nonchalantly drop his zipper and grease his now solid cock with more of the petroleum jelly.
As the principal came in, all the students stood up. When Francoise stood, she found a hard, warm rod of throbbing manhood under her arm. Francoise understood immediately what Jeff had in mind.
"Jeff!" she said, partially turning.
He held his finger to his lips in a motion to silence her. Jeff began to move his hips back and forth, slipping in and out of the cunt he had created under Francoise's arm. She needed
to shave her armpits, he quickly decided. There was a tiny stubble growing, but this only added to his stimulation.
Francoise kept her arm firmly down at her side as Jeff pressed closer and kept fucking back and forth. The principal came out and announced that one of his new policies was an attempt to reinstill patriotism in the youth of America, and that "The Star Spangled Banner" would be played.
Jeff grinned broadly. He could actually get off while that long, many-octave-spanning song was being played. The youth continued his fucking of Francoise's armpit as the strain of the song began.
His cock felt like some sort of rocket, a bomb getting ready to burst. Francoise reached up with her left hand and masked the protruding purple head from any curious people who might look up and wonder what a nice girl like her was doing with a prick under her arm.
Jeff's balance began to get a little shaky as the effects began to reach his brain. The bristle from the French girl's armpit stimulated him more than he could have imagined. The warmth and perspiration from Francoise's arm cut the lubricating properties of the jelly a trifle, but this was a blessing. It added to the friction of skin against skin.
Jeff reached down and kept his balance by hanging on to Francoise's shoulders. He could feel the tremors of delight surging throughout her body, too. She was enjoying this strange form of love as much as he was.
When his cock began to throb and expand with the added influx of blood preparatory to
ejaculation, Jeff squeezed Francoise's shoulder a little and whispered, "Got a kleenex?"
She seemed to understand immediately. For a brief moment the purple arrowhead of his sex was exposed and aimed in the direction of the principal, but Jeff's tool was rapidly covered with the tissue seconds later.
As the national anthem hit its crescendo, so did Jeff. He exploded and -.rocketed out his white hot come into the kleenex provided by the French girl.
By the time the principal signalled for the student body to sit down, Jeff was ready to collapse. He rested, his back against the cool block wall of the gym. He looked and saw the golden cascades of hair in front of him. Jeff knew that this was just the start. As long as his imagination held up, the pair of them could go on to bigger and better things.
But right now, he was content to just rest and relax. Making it twice, and in such bizarre ways, had certainly taken it out of him.
CHAPTER NINE
"I'm really glad that Antoinette invited us, aren't you, Jeff?" Katherine seemed to be overjoyed at the prospect of a large party. Jeff wasn't that intrigued; he had seen his parents' parties and they seemed boring. Mostly dull people standing around talking about pointless things and getting drunk so they could endure listening to others talk about equally pointless things.
"I suppose so, Katherine," he said. "I think we might split early if it looks like we'll be intruding."
"What do you mean 'intruding?' Antoinette's the one who invited us. She certainly wouldn't consider us outsiders or anything like that. If she did, we wouldn't have been asked to come."
Jeff wasn't convinced. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. You'll see."
The pair walked up the tiled path that led to the front door. Jeff glanced around and commented, "Are you sure you have the time right? There's only a couple of cars out on the street, and they seem to be visiting Antoinette's neighbors."
Katherine looked a bit perplexed. She nervously brushed back a vagrant lock of her lovely golden hair as she said, "I thought she said seven. Maybe we're just early. You know, getting here early might be gauche in Antoinette's social circle."
Jeff watched his sister go up to the door. He heaved a deep sigh and appreciated the sight of her pert, round ass bobbing as she climbed the three steps that led to the front door. Katherine had come dressed to kill, and Jeff, if no one else was around, appreciated it. She had chosen a scarlet dress of filmy nylon that drifted around her body like an attentive fog. Jeff had to envy the dress a bit. It clung to all the places he wished he could be clinging to and swirled and touched at others which turned him on.
Whoever had designed the dress had been a master. Surely someone had had Katherine in mind, the outfit was so perfect. The twin globes of her breasts were lightly held, and swelled up and out of the bodice. The deep valley between her tits was masked, hidden and seductive. Jeff's mind ran wild and made him incredibly horny, just thinking about delving down that pathway. Even though he knew what lay hidden in that direction, it made him hard. Or perhaps because he did know, it made him acutely aware of the throbbing organ between his legs.
The fabric seemed to cling electrostatically to his sister's hips, then flare away into a wide, frilly skirt that stopped just above the knee. The smoky nylon panty hose Katherine wore shaped her legs, made them even more firm and seductive, if that was possible.
But her buttocks! The dress designer seemed to have had the special intention of driving up the blood pressure of any male observing Katherine from the rear. Of that, Jeff was certain. Where the slick material clung to her hips, the dress seemed to be painted on with loving care. Every time the girl moved, the dress exactly copied her movements. It was as if she had an intimate twin mirroring her every motion. Jeff could even see the faint band at his sister's waist that indicated where her panty hose ended.
There was no denying that Katherine had come dressed for a soiree of the first order. She was prepared to meet just about anyone, up to and including the royalty of Europe. Jeff snorted slightly at the thought. He somehow doubted that there would be anyone worth mentioning at the party. The mayor probably wouldn't even be here, much less Prince Charles or Archduke Ferdinand.
Jeff had the fleeting thought that he wouldn't mind meeting Princess Caroline, not in the least. The thought vanished from his mind as if it had never existed when Francoise answered the door.
Whether by design or horrible chance, the two girls had chosen dresses that could have been identical if it hadn't been for the difference in color. Katherine was swathed in the purplish red nylon, Francoise had chosen a startling Prussian blue.
Jeff stood admiring the pair. He had to admit that they were two of the most stunning women he had ever seen, bar none. He began to wish he had dressed up a bit more for this
party. He had grabbed his only suit and just thrown it on. These two had obviously gone out of their way to be as attractive as humanly possible!
"Come in, please!" said the French girl. "We have some time yet before the others arrive. It was so confused! Mama told everyone else nine and you seven. It is so embarrassing."
Jeff decided that he didn't mind having to spend an hour or two alone with Francoise and Katherine.
He quickly added Antoinette to his list when he saw her. The model had on the skimpiest dress he had ever seen. Jeff's mouth may have dropped open a bit, because Antoinette laughed and said, "Jeff! Do not stare so! It is impolite!"
"B ... but how can I help staring when you're dressed like that?"
"Dressed? I'm not yet dressed. This is my peignoir. I have yet to prepare for the party." Jeff's lusting eyes roved the woman's body, devouring every part revealed to his longing gaze. And few places were hidden by the flimsy dressing gown that had not even been tied shut in the front.
"Francoise," Antoinette said to her daughter, "How long before the others arrive? Two hours? Let's not waste time. You and Jeff go prepare some drinks for us."
Francoise took the numb Jeff's arm and pulled, saying to him, "Come. We can go into the other room for a while!"
Her voice was low, urgent. Jeff ripped his eyes away from Antoinette and was instantly captivated anew by Francoise. Her breasts
were fuller than Katherine's. Either that or she had on a tighter dress. Jeff didn't really want to check out which was the answer. All he wanted was to get his hands on those luscious globes of creamy white flesh.
In his best party manner, he replied, "Lead on, dear lady!" Katherine and Antionette sat on the sofa and began talking in low voices as he followed the sexy French girl into the other room. Again, he marveled at the way the dress clung to her ass and seemed to parrot every movement of the tender, smooth flesh underneath.
Once in the other room, Jeff reached out and took Francoise by the arm. He spun her around and looked down into her oval-shaped face. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Francoise smiled as she said, "Even prettier than my mama? Flatterer!" But she didn't resist when Jeff crushed his lips against hers. Quite the contrary. She returned the kiss with a passion and fervor that indicated that she had maneuvered him into the room away from her mother and his sister for the sole purpose of having a little extra fun before the party began.
As their mouths melted together and Jeff's tongue slithered out to caress Francoise's, his hands seemed to become possessed by an evil spirit. Jeff couldn't control them-if he had wanted to! They groped out and touched the exposed titflesh of the voluptuous woman in front of him.
As his tongue spiralled and circled around the inside of Francoise's mouth, reveling in the
moist, dank oral cavern, his hands frolicked in the deep crease between her symmetric, perfectly formed boobs. Smooth, satiny skin, smoother, warmer and more alive than he remembered. Far nicer-feeling under his palms than the material of her dress.
Tiny nubbins of nipple began to protrude through the thin fabric as Jeff squeezed, fondled and generally manhandled those fine jugs in the most seductive, loving fashion he could muster. Soon, the girl's nipples were hard, firm buttons on an otherwise smooth dress front. Francoise began to moan and her tongue seemed to quiver and beat a heady tempo against Jeff's.
She pulled away for a moment and whispered, "I want you, Jeff! I want you so badly!"
"And I want you, darling! You're so damned beautiful!" Jeff silenced any reply by smothering her lips and neck with one wet kiss after another. Francoise arched her neck backwards to allow the youth to fully cover her throat with his oral attentions. All the while, his restless hands roamed over her breasts, flicking the marble-hard protrusions of her nipples that were hidden from his sight by the cunningly designed material of the dress.
Jeff wanted to rip the dress off the French girl and take her then and there. Some might have called it rape; he would have called it uncontrollable lust for a ravishingly beautiful and seductive woman. Francoise would have called it Paradise.
She wanted him inside her now flowing cunt as badly as he wanted to be there. Only the
damnable clothing prevented the desire. Jeff broke off his fervid osculation to whisper in a husky, passion-laden voice, "Could we go to your room? I want to fuck you silly!"
A tremor of anticipation rippled throughout Francoise's body. She said, her voice unsteady, "No, Jeff. But my cunt, oh, my poor, aching little pussy!"
The way she said it made Jeff aware of how much she needed to be attended to sexually. He carefully maneuvered her backwards until her ass was perched against the side of the dining room table. He lifted the fluffy skirt and began to stroke the prominent pubic bulge that seemed to beckon to him, to attract him like a magnet attracts iron.
When his fingers closed on Francoise's golden-thatched pussy, the girl shuddered, an orgasm rifling throughout her targeted body. She clutched at Jeff and gripped hard, until the shaky feeling in her body had subsided. Francoise begged him, "Again, Jeff, again! I need you!"
The teenager's erection was past the point of aching. It hurt. It hurt him as badly as he could ever remember. Whoever said that clothes don't make the person had never seen the erotic packaging job that could be done with a fabulous body and a sexy demeanor like Francoise's. The mere sight of her was enough to make Jeff want to blast off and cream in his pants.
He unzipped his fly, and the turgid head snapping out for Francoise to see. "There, Francoise, that's how much I want you!" His arousal was obvious. The cock seemed to shiver
and quiver, to beg for entry into the girl's body as much as she demanded him inside her.
The golden-haired French girl dropped to her knees and quickly took the purpled head of Jeff's organ into her mouth. The first touch of warmth and wetness sent electrical charges volting through Jeff's groin. Jeff stared down and could see only the deep blue of Francoise's dress and the lustrous platinum of her hair. The girl's mouth totally engulfed Jeff's manhood, attending to it in the way it deserved. As Jeff watched, the colors seemed to flow together like a kaleidoscope. His vision blurred, began to grow indistinct as his passions mounted.
Francoise was using every trick she could think of to bring Jeff off. Her teeth lightly scraped across the tumescent organ's head, as her tongue lightly touched the very tip with feathery, teasing and taunting touches. Her pearly teeth came to rest behind the broad, spreading hood of Jeff's cock, and Francoise pulled her head back slightly.
The pressure duplicated that of trying to pull out of a hot, clutching cunt, with the added stimulus of hard teeth preventing easy escape. Francoise made sure that she never injured her love partner. But each movement was designed to turn him on in the biggest way possible. Her plan seemed to work, because Jeff was no longer able to speak or think in a coherent fashion.
A constant mumble emanated from his lips, noises that seemed to be random as he luxuriated in the feel of the sexy girl's mouth on his cock. Francoise slowly began working her way down Jeff's length until she had swallowed his
entire seven inches. Entirely with her mouth, the French girl began to demonstrate the prowess of her training, the specialty of her home country.
She sucked. Gently, without the sudden suction that would have made Jeff feel as if she were trying to yank his toenails off through his body. It was a subtle, mounting pressure. By the time Jeff realized that Francoise had begun to really give head, his balls were tumbling and churning and demanding instant release.
He couldn't restrain himself. The aroma of her perfume wafting up to his nostrils, the sight of his cock vanishing into her face, the colors, the sensations causing his body to feel weak and watery all conspired against Jeff. He blasted off into Francoise's mouth with the force of a firehose being turned on. He gushed forth gallons of his flaming white come until he didn't think either he or the girl could stand it any longer.
Francoise had no trouble swallowing his prodigious come. She continued to lave his tool with her tongue, licking and lapping with vigor the entire time he was jerking and spurting out his jism into her mouth. When the French girl felt Jeff's cock began to shrink, she made one last long swoop along the entire length, to free it of any stray droplet of man-seed that remained behind.
She looked up with adoring eyes, green eyes that bored into Jeff's blue ones. Francoise carefully licked her lips, the tiny coral tip of her tongue graced with the tiniest amount of come.
Jeff would have gotten another hard-on at the sight, had he been able. He reached under
Francoise's arms and lifted her, placing her back on top of the table. Jeff grabbed up under the honey-haired girl's skirt and pulled off her panty hose. Exposed and gleaming in the light of the dining room was her yawning mantrap. Jeff was determined to give Francoise as good an eating-out as the head she had just given him.
Somehow it seemed appropriate that he should eat her on the dining room table. That thought was quickly put aside when Jeff saw how savory this feminine hors d'oeuvre was.
He buried his face between Francoise's snowy white thighs and began to lap and slurp at her blond-rimmed cunt. The gates to Francoise's interior fluttered as if in a gentle breeze. Jeff immediately thrust his tongue past them to wash it in the hidden river of her vagina. In seconds, his mouth was filled with the tangy, salty taste of elixir of aroused woman. The love juices quickly trickled down his chin as he thrust closer to insinuate his tongue ever further up her twat.
Francoise rocked back on the table, raising her legs and placing her knees on top of Jeff's shoulders to give the youth the maximum exposure of her neglected cunt. His tongue raced up and down the wanton sex slash, his oral member inflicting sweet torture on the French girl's genitals. Francoise moaned and shoved her pelvis forward in the hopes that Jeff's tongue would penetrate even deeper into her body.
Jeff was lost in a wonderland of delight. The soft yellow-matted pubic mound pressed into his nose and excited him as he felt it grow
damp with the girl's increasing desire. He wiggled his nose, and this seemed to stimulate the already aroused girl to even higher plateaus of need. When his tongue found her clit, he instantly ignited another orgasm in the French student's body.
Francoise bucked up and down and clamped powerfully with her legs on each side of Jeff's head. He was blinded and deafened. All that was left to him was the satiny feel of Francoise's thighs on either side of his head, the indescribable smell of golden thatch, and the nectar-sweet tang of cunt juice flooding his mouth. His own desires caused him to lap and lick with a frenzy that approached madness; this drove Francoise completely wild. Her body was assailed with a tempest of sensations.
The orgasm reached its pinnacle, and Francoise drifted back down, her legs releasing their iron-hard grip on Jeff's head. The boy continued to sample the "cuntry" delights presented to him on the dining room table, until the well began to go dry. Francoise's cunt was no longer gushing forth with the large, succulent torrents of juices. Her passions had been momentarily spent.
Jeff surfaced from between her legs and quickly kissed her. "Want to go back into the living room?"
Francoise tried to straighten her dress, then shook her head. "I'll join you in a while. Let me have a few minutes to comb my hair and freshen up."
Jeff kissed her again and simply said, "Okay." He swatted her pert fanny as she
turned, and was treated to a radiant smile that promised more exciting sexual adventures.
The teenager sighed, then licked his lips. The inner lubricants from Francoise's body still lingered. Jeff straightened his shirt and coat a bit, then went to see what Katherine and Antoinette were up to.
The instant he walked into the room, -he knew the proper question should have been, "What are they down to?"
The answer would have been, "Down to the buff." The two naked women were curled up on the floor in the classic "69" position, avidly eating each other's quims. Jeff watched for a few minutes, glad he had discovered them rather than the other way around. For all his newfound sexual liberation, Jeff still felt a bit uneasy about some things. And having Antoinette-Francoise's mother-walk in on him while he was filling his face with her daughter's pussy would have been unsettling. Especially since he enjoyed fucking Antoinette so much.
He knew they wouldn't notice him for some time, so he made a point of loudly clearing his throat. When that didn't draw their attention, he coughed.
Antoinette peered up from her position, glaring at Jeff over one of Katherine's trim thighs. She almost snarled, "What are you doing? Choking to death?"
"No, Antoinette. Just wondering if you'd like a little company. It looks sort of lonely down there, just the two of you and all." Jeff felt himself stiffening again at the thought of having both his sister and the sexy French
model at once. That he had just been given an expert blowjob didn't seem to faze his growing, youthfully lusty organ.
Katherine propped herself up on one elbow and said, "You can't do a damn thing from up there."
"Yeah," said Antoinette, obviously proud of picking up some American slang, "get your sweet ass down here."
Jeff walked over, seemingly in no big hurry although his insides churned with desire. He casually remarked, "Is it only my ass you want? Yours are so much nicer, I don't know why you'd want to bother with ..." He never finished the sentence. Katherine reached out and grabbed his ankle. With Antoinette's assistance, she pulled him down to the floor and began stripping his clothes off. Jeff protested, but not too hard.
Katherine murmured in delighted wonder, "Wow! Look at that hard-on!" She began to stroke the seven-inch spike of flesh as if she were seeing it for the first time. Katherine noticed his prick was still damp from the fellatio Francoise had performed just a few minutes earlier, but she said nothing. She seemed to be engrossed in simply stroking up and down the fine hunk of her brother's manmeat.
Antoinette studied the naked pair for a few seconds before saying, "This isn't going to work out very well unless you get with it, Jeff. On your back!" Jeff complied; Katherine never released his cock from her grip, Spines of pleasure prickled and danced along his erection when his sister began lightly dragging her
long fingernails across the blood-surfeited cylinder of his sex organ.
"Now, Katherine, get that lovely cock inside you. Jeff wants to fuck you, but he's just too shy to tell you." Antoinette smiled wickedly when Jeff's eyes latched onto hers. The woman was teasing him for his initial reluctance after screwing Katherine for the first time.
"And what about you, you saucy bitch?" Jeff asked. "Are you going to make us do it in the back yard where everybody can see?" It was his turn to get even with her. "Or are you just going to come over and squat on my face so I can lick your cunt clean of all that oily stuff oozing out of you?"
Antoinette hastened to obey. She wasn't going to be left out of this miniature orgy. No way. She wanted the feel of Jeff's moist, rough tongue along her gash and would have told him so had he not suggested it to her first.
Squatting over his face, she lowered her body to allow him access to her most private parts. Antoinette jumped as the teenager's tongue speared out with incredible force. Jeff hadn't intended his initial penetration of her body with his oral organ to be that intense, but he couldn't restrain himself. Katherine had taken his cock and dropped around it with alacrity. For a brief instant, it seemed to stick inside her slippery cunt. Then, finding the proper path, the iron-hard length of cock snapped up into his sister's edacious, hungering cunt.
The sudden entry into her body sent a huge trembling shaking throughout his body. The teenager couldn't control it. The feeling of having his prick bathed in the super-heated oven
of his sister's cunt was too much of a shock to his system. One instant, his cock was out in the cold air, neglected except for the slender-fingered hand encircling it. The next second, it was lubricated and being squeezed on by youthful cuntal muscles.
Knowing it was Katherine, his sister, surrounding him gave Jeff an added thrill, too. She had improved the control over her cuntal muscles as much as Jeff had mastered self-control and developed his staying power. Together, they made a dynamite sexual team that could and did fuck for excitingly long hours.
Jeff had a problem, however, that he hadn't considered. He and Katherine could get it on as long as they wanted. His control didn't quite extend to the French model adding to his stimulation by shoving her tasty twat into his face. The pair of sexy women working him over at the same time, plus the fact that he had just eaten a very fine "meal" in the other room, all chipped away at Jeff's newly awakened sexual abilities.
He pondered it for a moment as he felt Katherine slickly sliding up and down his pole and tasted Antoinette's sluggishly rising tide of internal lubrication. The youth decided that he could handle it long enough for everyone concerned to get a bit of enjoyment out of the situation. And there was no doubt at all in his mind that he'd get one hell of a lot of pleasure out of having two women at one time!
Having Antoinette offering him such a flavorful treat would have been enough. Katherine avidly fucking herself on his steel-hard pole
was an added bonus that he wasn't going to turn down.
Jeff repositioned himself and tried to relax and enjoy himself. The feel of the rough carpeting under his ass and shoulder blades was uncomfortable, especially when Katherine plummeted from the sky like a dive bomber. The boy's sister carefully pulled herself erect, allowing Jeff's cock to slide to the very entry-way of her vagina. She would then twist around a bit, bathing his male member in the flow of fluids from her Bartholin's glands, then drop by simply relaxing her leg muscles. The impact of groin against groin was heavy, but it was also heavily stimulating for both of them.
Katherine felt as if some berserk Indian had shot a flaming arrow up her twat. Jeff's dong seared and scorched its way along her channel all the way, making her feel burned, and, at the same time, plunged and filled to overflowing with cock and her own juices. Jeff was both long and wide of girth. Katherine made a point of rotating her hips slightly as she lowered herself. The feeling was one of being ripped apart, split asunder and completely torn in half all the way to the chin. Her body was one giant, sensitive nerve ending being stimulated by his huge electric prod. In only a few trips up and down, she was breathing heavily and was picking up the tempo, fucking herself with greater speed and force.
Jeff wasn't going to let her get off that easily. He reached down to his crotch and waited for his sister. When she had him fully buried, the youth began to stroke and fondle the erect clit that came handily alive under his tutelage.
Katherine no longer merely breathed heavily. Now she gasped for air and emitted tiny shrieks that split the relative silence of the house.
"Ooooooooow, Jeff! That's goood! Sooo niiice!" Katherine groaned. As she tried to rise and eject his cock from her love tunnel, Jeff reached out and pressed her sex lips tightly together around his prick. The added pressure made his sister feel as if the cock buried inside her had grown in diameter.
Jeff looked up and saw Katherine flinging her head back and forth, the golden cascade of her hair haloing her face and making her into some ethereal being. She was truly an angel, a gorgeous angel come to earth to fuck him.
At that instant, Jeff was definitely feeling as if he was the recipient of something truly special and reserved for only a handful of mortals. He peered up past Antoinette's creamy white butt and watched his sister tossed and pum-meled by the waves of intense longing that ripped through her body. Knowing that his cock was the cause of her arousal excited Jeff immensely.
Katherine descended again with Jeff holding on to her cunt lips, compressing them around his already massive prod. He rubbed the blood-filled flaps and made sure that he did not neglect her clitoris. Katherine began to thrash and spin around like a whirling dervish, his spike of flesh impaling her body. It was apparent to Jeff that orgasm was hurtling through his sister's body like a runaway freight train. He could feel her velvet-lined cuntal walls twitching and pulsing with the violent contrac-
tions brought on by orgasm, but, most of all, he could feel her clit throbbing with increased vitality. That little spire of erectile tissue accurately transmitted his sister's desires through his thumb, to be interpreted by his own sex-dazed mind.
Jeff's breath came faster as his heart rate accelerated. Knowing his sister was getting off in a big way helped, but the compression along his entire length buried up her twat did quite a bit to heighten his level of arousal, too. When Antoinette saw that Katherine was climaxing, she felt neglected. Jeff had been giving most of his erotic attentions to his lovely sister.
Antoinette didn't mind that; she minded that he hadn't been properly giving her the dose of cunnilingus she felt she deserved. Indeed, she felt that he must not be allowed to neglect her aching, yearning cunt any longer.
With the determination known only by a sex-hungry woman, the model shoved her twat straight down over Jeff's face. He didn't have to strain to reach her clit or labia or vagina. They were within tongue's reach. All Jeff had to worry about was breathing.
With Antoinette so close, his nose ended up buried in a honey-dipped thatch of pubic fur. It tickled and made him want to sneeze, but, most of all, it cut off his supply of air. Jeff reached up and began stroking the French woman's thighs. With a little stretching, he managed to reach her tits. When he found the mushrooms blossoming on the ruddy tips, the teenager began to roll the hard little nubbins back and forth between thumb and index finger. This caused a new set of sensations to
bombard Antoinette's body. The knife-blades of delight jabbed into her chest from her boobs and allowed Jeff to maneuver her body, using those twin handholds.
He lifted her enough so that he could gasp for air. When she again planted her yawning cunt over his mouth, he was ready for her. He kissed her sex lips as if he were kissing her mouth. His tongue flittered in and out, lightly and with a tickling motion, to stimulate and drive the woman to the highest peaks of arousal possible.
Jeff tasted her salty fluids, then pursed his lips and began to suck. A loud smuch! noise ensued as he sampled her heady cuntal wine. Antoinette began to hunch up and down as the delicate feelings Jeff imparted to her began to take their toll. The tonguing he gave her was subtle, carefully planned to incite a riot of sensation in her body without her fully knowing what was happening. As he fondled her tits, he carefully licked around the rim of her furred cunt. The bristly hairs poked into his oral member, but the teenager didn't care. He was getting as turned on as his sex partner, if he was any judge of the situation.
Feeling Katherine begin fucking herself again kept Jeff as hard and straight as an arrow. But the dual sensations were taking their penalty on his body. He began to doubt if he could keep from ejaculating much longer. Katherine was expert at fucking herself on his cock by now; the smell and taste of the beautiful French woman was turning him into a wild beast intent only on animal pleasures, animal satisfaction.
The feelings he imparted to Antoinette were pushing her closer and closer to the sudden abyss of orgasm. She felt the boy's tongue lightly touch her clit, then stab deeply into her cunt. His hands squeezed down insistently on her jugs, manipulated her body motions up and down so that he could control her and give her the best tongue lashing she had ever received.
Her student had learned well!
And now he was giving his teacher some of his own French lessons!
Was he ever giving her the eating out of her life! Antoinette's body could not cope with the featherlight touches of his tongue, the smooth wetness as he licked the length of her clitoris, the jabbing, stabbing feeling as he invaded her tunnel of love with his hard tongue.
The French model climaxed.
Jeff felt the orgasm approaching, knew it was coming upon the woman as surely as he knew the sun would rise the next morning. Jeff's face was bathed with an extra shower of her internal liquids, then her silky thighs clamped down on his head as she shoved herself down-hard-onto his face.
Jeff didn't allow her to come down from her sexual high for a long time. He tormented her clit with his tongue. He sucked her cunt juices as if his life depended on it. His hands pushed down as hard as possible, mashing her breasts into her chest. Everything Jeff did insured that Antoinette would have the maximum feeling of orgasm, the most drawn-out climax possible.
It seemed to last for years in the woman's body. Antoinette felt the sweet torture wrack her body and hold her in the velvet-and-iron
grip, squeezing down on her body and being with relentless force. At long last, her body exhausted and her passions satiated, Antoinette relaxed a little.
That relaxation freed Jeff's head and allowed him to breath again. He heard the French woman say, "Damn, Jeff! That was fine I"
He glowed at the praise. Only weeks before, he would never have been able to satisfy Antoinette in this way, and now she was complimenting him on his performance.
But his own body sent increasingly insistent signals to his brain. His sister still fucked wildly at his groin, and the burning inside him had grown to a full-fledged forest fire. It had been a tiny ember at first, but Katherine had continued stoking the fire, using her own body as a bellows, until that tiny coal had burst into a blaze of titanic and even heroic proportions.
Antoinette slipped off his face and allowed him to see the mask of orgasm that had crossed Katherine's features again. Jeff felt the monumental contractions of her cunt on his length and knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand this onslaught very long.
He began hunching up with his hips to give added force to his sister's motions. Brother and sister smashed together at the crotch, a wet, lewd noise resulting. Jeff felt his balls tighten, then explode with atomic bomb fury into his sister's quivering quim. His body went insane with lust, and Jeff tossed up and down, back and forth, in his efforts to fuck himself up Katherine's cunt all the way to her chin. He wanted to tear her apart. His body demanded
the effort. He tried. He heaved upward as forcefully as his sister rocketed down along his jerking, throbbing cock.
Jeff expended his load in Katherine's tight cunt, then fell back, exhausted. She continued to slide up and down his rigid length for a few minutes and managed to coax one more orgasm out of his poker. Then, with the once-mighty prong beginning to deflate like a burst balloon, Katherine stopped and leaned back on her hands.
Brother and sister watched Jeff's cock wilt and dribble out of the tight cunt in which it had been so pleasurably buried. The red snake was dripping white come and glistening cunt juice. With a speed and grace that surprised him as well as delighting him, Katherine squirmed around and quickly took Jeff's detumescent organ into her mouth. He felt the agile tongue licking off the last droplets of his come, then Katherine gave up and quickly kissed him full on the lips.
The taste of his own come, mingled with his sister's and Antoinette's cuntal oils, was indescribably erotic and pleasing to the boy.
Jeff started in fright and pushed Katherine away when the doorbell rang. He had forgotten entirely about the people who would be coming to the party. His frightened gaze lighted on a clock, and the high school student saw that it was already after eight-thirty. That had to be some early-arriving guests at the door.
And he and everybody were stark naked!
Antoinette didn't seem concerned, and Francoise didn't hesitate in going to the door. Jeff heard the girl welcome the couple.
He tried to get up and find his clothing, but Antoinette pushed him back down. "Just stay there, Jeff. Until I've introduced you to the others, at least."
The man and woman who came into the room didn't seem the least bit surprised at finding three naked people strewn about the room. In fact, they seemed to expect it. Jeff began to understand just what sort of party he had been invited to. Not an ordinary party, not the boring kind. This was supposed to be an orgy!
He had to admit that it had gotten off to a great start. He had gotten off-to a great start!
Through the veil of shock, Jeff heard Antoinette saying, "Lane, Barbara, this is Jeff and his sister, Katherine. Do you know if Mike Hunt was planning on coming?"
The man introduced as Lane said, "Mike's always ready to come. He may even show up here, Antoinette. And if he gets wind of such a lovely creature as this," Lane inclined his head in Katherine's direction, "I'm sure he'll be here, even if he has to throw Michelle out of bed first."
They laughed heartily. Jeff had the feeling he wasn't understanding the implications of what was happening. He just felt out of place, embarrassed as well as bare-assed.
Barbara slipped to the floor beside him and began shedding her clothes. She glanced over once and said, "I could use some help, Jeff." The youth didn't have to be asked twice. When the sexy brunette was stripped down to her underwear, Jeff gazed at her odd panties.
Barbara seemed to sense his question, his re-
luctance to voice it. She supplied the answer for him. "They're called Spanky Pants. Do you know why?"
Jeff didn't, so he showed her his own answer rather than sitting and playing Twenty Questions. He quickly upended her and began to deliver stinging, stimulating blows to her firm, rounded asscheeks.
He heard Barbara exclaim, "That's why! That's why! Oh, Jeff, keep on spanking meeee! Ooooooh!"
Jeff paid a lot of attention to Barbara and didn't see Mike Hunt enter and home in on Katherine like a heat-seeker missile hunting the tailpipe of a jet. Jeff did see Mike ramming his prodigiously long prod into Katherine's ass, then saw them leave together about twenty minutes later.
His sister was well taken care of. Charles and Susan, latecomers to the party, were trying to make up for lost time. While Charles had a demonic grin on his lips, he was fucking Susan to the tune "Locomotion." It surprised Jeff how well that song lent itself to the rhythmic, in-out fucking he was watching. And with Barbara hanging around his neck constantly demanding new and different sexual adventures, he was more than content.
Content, that is, until he heard Francoise squeal, "CLAUDE!" Jeff looked toward the door and saw a powerfully built, dark-haired teenager standing outlined in the doorway.
Jeff managed to disentangle himself from Barbara's clutches for a moment and ask Antoinette. "Who's that? The tall guy with Francoise?"
Antoinette was resting after having Lane and Marty, of the Heinhardt retail fish fortune, both take her at the same time, one up her cunt while the other reamed out her asshole. The model quietly said, "That's Francoise's boyfriend. From France. I was saving it as a surprise for her. Claude telephoned yesterday, saying he would be in this country for several weeks, and I thought it would be nice to surprise her. Don't you think it's romantic, such a nice surprise?"
Jeff grunted, unsure. "I'd like to talk with you after the others have left. Okay?"
The model shrugged her shapely, bare shoulders. "Okay. But better not keep Barbara waiting. She might find someone else while you're gone!"
Jeff was almost dragged back to Barbara by her magnetic beauty. He was soon buried balls-deep inside the gorgeous brunette's cunt, trying to forget Francoise and Claude.
CHAPTER TEN
Jeff found that the party wasn't going to be over for quite a while. The folks had come to Antoinette's for a good time, and she meant to oblige them. The liquor began to flow like water and a couple of people pulled out their baggies and rolled a few numbers and passed them around.
Jeff couldn't really complain about the party, not with the very attentive Barbara more than willing to keep him from becoming too lonesome. But he did wish that he could have talked with Antoinette right away about Francoise and Claude. Jeff frankly admitted to himself; he was hung up on Francoise, and seeing her with the handsome, sophisticated Claude had not been the best thing in the world for his libido. Jeff felt adrift. Lost. He was positive that Francoise was gone for good. That he would never be able to see her again, now that her boyfriend had come all the way across the Atlantic from France.
He felt an insistent tugging at his scrotum. The youth looked down and saw Barbara reaching between his legs to pull at the hairy little sac. Truth to tell, he was about exhausted, but it was obvious that the svelte brunette was
anything but ready to give up for the night. Her escort, Lane, had found himself a threesome with Charles, the grinning boy, and Susan. Jeff heard them mutter something about going outside to their car and making it in the backseat. Since they disappeared for a time, they might have done just that. Jeff could understand their motives, more or less.
It would be something of a thrill fucking in the backseat of a convertible parked out on the street. The possibility was great that a cop might come along and see them. The danger of discovery added spice to their erotic acrobatics.
But closer at hand-and crotch-was Barbara.
"Jeff, darling, you're not getting tired, are you?" She twisted and took his limp penis into her mouth and began to suck. Jeff involuntarily drew in his breath. As many times as he had come tonight, he felt himself growing hard again. Barbara was sucking his penis into a quivering-hard erection for another frantic lovemaking!
Jeff idly stroked the pubic mound presented to him. Barbara shivered with anticipation of the delights to come. In a surprisingly short time, Jeff found his cock jutting proudly from his groin at a jaunty angle.
He said to the willing and completely wanton Barbara, "Okay, baby, enough of this. On your feet or on your knees." Jeff seemed to consider for a moment, then commanded, "I want you down on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you doggie-style!"
She made a tiny noise that sounded like a dog barking. But she was also quick to obey
Jeff's command. The woman seemed to want to do everything-and all of it had to be done tonight!
On her hands and knees before him, Barbara was even more exotic and arousing than before. Jeff surveyed the expanse of smooth flesh that was her back, traced the vertebra with his fingers until gooseflesh began to appear. Then he wiggled close to her and moved forward, penis vanishing into the willing woman's greedy cunt.
Barbara moaned and muttered, "You're so biiiig! Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me\"
The teenager didn't pay any attention to the woman's pleas. He thrust back and forth several times until his tool was properly lubricated, then he withdrew and searched for her anus. He finally located the tiny, tightly held muscle guarding her rear door.
Jeff had learned well. He didn't slam forward once the broad purpled head of his cock pressed against the anal sphincter. The boy applied an insistent pressure which, along with the oily secretion from Barbara's own cunt, was enough to allow him entry into her rectum.
The woman ground her hips straight back and took him into her with a long, hard swooping thrust up her ass. She cried out, then began thrashing about, twisting and turning around his impaling rod of iron-stiff cock.
Jeff hadn't thought it possible, but he enjoyed this as much as any of his previous fuck-ings that evening. Barbara's ass was as tight as a surgeon's glove, as hot as a volcano's lava. His balls hurt with their need to blow off into the woman's rectum, but Jeff managed to re-
strain himself for a few minutes. He wanted to enjoy the sensation of being swallowed up by the grasping, clutching anal tunnel. Jeff wanted to rest in the warmth of Barbara's tightest opening, feeling the firm anal muscle clamped down in an "O" ring around his prong.
It turned out that he didn't really have to do much of anything except maintain his erection. The thought of someone up her ass had driven the woman into a wild frenzy. She was rotating her hips, thrusting back and pulling forward with a force that amazed Jeff. He had thought she must be possessed by some demon, some evil spirit intent on destroying her.
In a way, she was possessed. But it wasn't by an evil demon, it was complete and total possession by lust. It had been too long since Barbara had felt a male organ shoved all the way up her asshole. And she wasn't going to let the situation slip from her clutching ass.
She fucked herself, appreciating the fact that Jeff did nothing but hang on, occasionally fingering her clit and stroking her flanks. The tingly feeling exploded into more forceful sensations. Soon, reamed to the core of her being, Barbara was tossed on the oceans of ecstasy. Her ship had been torpedoed, and she struggled to stay afloat. She rode up each crest of pleasure, then fought to keep from sinking back into the briny pits of everyday existence. And she was successful. She continued to go up and ever upward on her vaulting, expanding orgasm.
She continued fucking herself with increasing energy that maintained her climax. The
oceans of joy that surrounded her became storm infested, and Barbara was buffeted back and forth with incredible force. She loved it. She needed it.
The woman screamed out her excitement, her joy, her needs. Hearing the incoherent cries, Jeff decided it was time for him to begin his task. He started fucking in and out of her ass with all the power he could summon for the job. Gripping Barbara's perspiration-drenched flanks gave Jeff extra leverage to smash with even greater force into the brunette's butt. Jeff's mind glazed over with the lust of the situation. He quickly decided that he enjoyed butt-fucking. Especially someone as tight and hot and beautiful as Barbara.
He had begun just as Barbara's passions had started to abate. Feeling his massive tool sailing into her harbor again pushed the woman back up the cresting wave to the orgasm she had left behind. She climaxed anew.
Even the best of things must end. The friction up and down her rectum treated Barbara to an incomparable ass-fucking. Her body felt as limp as a rag, her muscles weak and watery. She collapsed onto the carpet, leaving Jeff's still erect rod all by itself in midair.
He glanced down and noticed that he had worn the girl out. Finally. It was something of a surprise to him that his cock was still as long as it had ever been. Jeff imagined that, from the friction he had been building up inside the blast furnace of Barbara's butt, he might have charred his tool off to a nubbin. Luckily, nothing of the sort had happened.
Jeff lounged back and watched people come
and go. But mostly, they came. Around three in the morning, Lane picked up the sleeping Barbara, bade both Antoinette and Jeff goodnight, and left.
The two were left alone. At last.
"How do you like my type of party, Jeff?" asked the model as she poured herself a glass of red wine.
"I like it just fine, Antoinette. Fine except for one thing." Now was the time to ask her about Francoise.
"Oh, don't worry, Jeff. Your sister's in good hands with Mike. I know, oh, how well I know! He is really good in bed." She sipped at the Cabernet Sauvignon she had poured.
Jeff must have looked startled because Antoinette laughed. "Did I shock you again, Jeff? You seem so uptight on so many things. Katherine is a big girl, as I'm sure you've noticed. She can take care of herself without her younger brother's help."
"I wasn't worrying about Katherine. I know she can take care of just about anything that happens. I wanted to talk to you about Francoise."
"Francoise?" The French woman seemed genuinely puzzled.
"Yeah. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm really hung up on your daughter. Claude's coming over to the U.S. is a big surprise to me. I want to know what kind of a chance I have with Francoise now."
"You mean you want me to tell you if she'd prefer Claude to you?"
Jeff nodded.
"Sacre bleu! And how am I to do this thing!
It is impossible! Ask her yourself! She is the one to choose, not me. I am only her mother. To me it makes but little difference as long as she is happy with her choices. If she wants to screw every man in both France and the US and is happy doing it, fine! I just hope she leaves a couple for me, eh?" Antoinette laughed, then noticed Jeff had remained silent and glum.
"Jeff, you take this too seriously. You and Francoise, you are so young. How many women have you known? There was me, the first time. And your sister and Francoise. Tonight there was that sexy Barbara. How did you like her?"
Jeff was taken aback. "Why, she was great! I enjoyed her an awful lot."
"Yes! My point exactly. How many others are there that you might enjoy more?"
Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. Quite a few, I guess."
Antoinette continued relentlessly. "And how many would be better than Francoise?"
"I don't know. There's bound to be some. But it's Francoise that I want. I need her!"
The French woman snorted in disgust. "Bah! You are too young to know what you want. As to what you need, that is something else. You need to explore. You need to have as many women as possible for comparison. What if you find someone who makes my Francoise appear the wrinkled crone? A hag? A complete nothing in making love? What then?"
"But I won't!" protested Jeff, vehemently.
"How do you know unless you look? How do you really know unless you sample a bit from
all the women who attract you? You might final one who is sexier, who is better. If you don' look and Francoise chooses you, might you not wonder if there was someone better?"
"Never!"
"I know men. You would always say, 'That waitress over there, she looks like a good lay' Now is the time to find out. While you are young."
Jeff was pensive. He considered what Antoinette had said before he replied. "I want Francoise."
"Fine. But does she want you?"
"I don't know."
"And neither does she. She is the smart one. She is out looking around. Seeing what she wants, what she likes. You should do the same. If you two are destined to come together again, you will be satisfied with each other because you have seen what others have to offer and you will know you truly want each other. Until she gets Claude out of her system, you will have to wait. Either that or look around on your own."
Jeff saw it was hopeless.
From the youth's crestfallen look, Antoinette knew he needed cheering. "Do not take this so badly. Claude is only in this country for a short while. Perhaps Francoise will like you better. But you must not get out of practice during the weeks Claude is with Francoise or she will compare you badly to him."
Jeff narrowed his eyes slightly, then said, "And how would you suggest keeping in practice?"
Antoinette appeared completely innocent. "Come, Jeff. Sit in this rocking chair."
Jeff did as he was told and found that the gentle rocking motion, along with Antoinette's hand stroking his cock, soon brought him another erection.
She straddled his lap and plugged his manly cock into her female socket. With his prong buried inside her, Antoinette sat down across Jeff's lap, facing him, and began swaying to and fro. The rocking chair's motion pulled his cock out of her cunt, then thrust it back in. Neither of them had to work very hard for a pleasurable fucking.
"You think I can continue my lessons with you, Antoinette?"
"I think it is possible while Claude is still around. Now, be silent and start rocking!"
