Chapter 4
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 Françoise. 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, feell"
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 |ease, 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 diappeared 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 realtionship 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 combination than Jeff could muster. He found 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
if
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 earthquaked 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 reyealed 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 "0" 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.