Chapter 6
Jeff was walking to class when he saw Françoise. She was rummaging in her locker and didn't notice him approach.
As he said, "Bonjour, Françoise," 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 Françoise 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, nont 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?"
"Ouil 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 Françoise 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 Françoise."
Jeff reddened, then thought about what Antoinette said. He thought back on all the times he had asked Françoise 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 Françoise 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 eoncert was what mattered.
"Okay. I see the point. Let me try again." Jeff cleared his throat, then launched into his new line. "Hi, Françoise. 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 Françoise 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 Françoise 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 Françoise 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 youl 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 rasied 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.
Jeffs 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 I want you to f uuuuuck 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 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.
Ber 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, ouil"
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! Mori Dieur
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 1 worry about."
Without a further word, the two policemen left.
And Jeff and Antoinette laughed for ten solid minutes.