Chapter 10
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 I"
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 "0" 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 Françoise.
"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 Françoise."
"Françoise?" 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 Françoise now."
"You mean you want me to tell you if she'd prefer Claude to you?"
Jeff nodded.
"Sacre bleui 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 find one who is sexier, who is better. If you don't 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!"