Chapter 1
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 Français." 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 bleul 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.
"Magnifiquel I will look forward to it. An revoir!" In a flash, Prancoise 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 ..." Kath-erine'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.
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 manmeat. 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!