Chapter 8
The next day was an exciting one for Jeff. He and Francoise seemed to have gotten together on the right wavelength at last. They ate lunch together, even cut a class to sit and talk. Jeff didn't remember much of what they talked about, but he didn't really care too much, either. Just being with the sexy French girl was enough.
It amazed him how many of his dreams had reached fulfillment in the past month or so. He'd been a virgin. Antoinette had shown him how to cure himself of that particular perversion. And she had shown him so many other interesting sexual techniques, too. He still wondered about the brief allusion she'd made to having the rope tied around her ankle and being dangled outside the hotel window, but he hadn't asked. It seemed rude to intrude on her other love affairs. Besides, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.
Just finding out what it took to keep her on the hook sexually was good enough. Excitement. Change. Variety. The thrill of doing the familiar in a different environment was where it was at with the French model.
And Katherine. He had lusted after her
since he was fourteen and horny all the time. Without Antoinette's guidance he might still feel guilty about fucking his own sister. It had been a thrill. Perhaps he, too, was enamoured of the outre, the outrageous and bizarre in his sex acts. It didn't matter because Antoinette had convinced him that as long as both he and Katherine got off on their lovemaking, it was perfectly natural and even desirable. It was a criminal waste to keep sexual desires pent up inside. Especially if both parties had the same desires and neither had the nerve to admit it.
Jeff reflected back on the good times he had had since then with Katherine. Their relationship seemed easier, more open and, yes, even more loving in non-sexual ways. Katherine had revealed to him her lesbian lovemaking with Francoise.
At first, this had shocked him. Soon, however, the teenager began to think about it. Was it really that much worse than fucking his own sister? It couldn't be. The same principle applied. Two people loved each other. It was senseless to keep those emotions pent up inside and denied expression. Wasn't making love to another the highest compliment, the highest art form possible?
Jeff's mind lingered when he came to Francoise. His brain seemed to reach out and caress the image of her inside his head. Lovely, as lovely and trim as his sister. Blond and green-eyed, a combination that never failed to turn him on in a big way. That Francoise had inherited her mother's modelling ability and grace and figure were added bonuses.
Francoise was simply too much for him to
cope with all at once. She was gorgeous of face and form. He wanted her so badly, and she had shunned him through a simple misunderstanding. Again, he had Antoinette to thank for the key that unlocked the mysterious and elusive Françoise. Without Francoise's mother's help, Jeff knew he might still be wondering where he had gone wrong, what he had said that had irritated the girl.
In retrospect, Antoinette's advice on approaching Françoise was pretty general. He knew that he had probably struck out with a lot of girls, not because they weren't attracted to him, but because he had turned them off with his clumsy approach. Inexperience could be remedied only through time. He could learn the proper things as long as he kept it up.
Kept it up.
That was a phrase with double meaning when he thought of Françoise. Just seeing her made him hard. His cock would throb and beg for a nice, warm berth inside her tight vagina. Jeff thought back to his first encounters with Antoinette. It had been difficult controlling himself then. With each new sexual experience, it was easier and easier to maintain his self-control and keep from jetting off into the first orifice shoved around his cock.
Jeff shook his head, however, when he thought about Françoise. She had an aura of sexiness about her that seemed to rob him of all his hard-learned self-control. He could watch her walk down the hall, her ass wiggling and gently swaying from side to side, and almost blow off on the spot. He could see the gentle swing of her jugs, usually unbrassiered, with
nipples poking against tight cloth, and that would do a number on his libido too.
Beautiful, sexy and incredibly desirable. Knowing that a woman like that even existed was enough to keep Jeff hard.
Jeff had gone along for sixteen years without the benefit of a worthwhile fucking. Now, in just the past handful of weeks, it seemed as if the floodgates had been opened. He could barely choose among Antoinette, Francoise and Katherine as to which he liked the best, which was the best lay.
Antoinette seemed interested in him more as a son than as a potential long-term lover. That was fine with Jeff. The older woman was sexy, and he thanked her dearly for all she had done for him, but he knew that sooner or later someone else, someone more experienced and more intriguing than the high school student he was would come along, and that Antoinette would flitter off with him.
Katherine was the forbidden territory. That was what had attracted him, possibly still did. That she was good in bed and getting better— or so it seemed—was merely a secondary concern. But any long term relationship with his own sister would be doomed. She'd be finding a guy soon who might or might not understand that brother-sister love could go beyond chaste little pecks on the cheek.
Francoise was left. She fascinated him in a way that the others did not. Young, and looking enough like Katherine to satisfy that part of his sexual fantasies, she was ably trained in the erotic arts; any daughter of Antoinette would have to be. Perhaps the myth about
French woman was true—perhaps they were better lovers. That was a small concern. Jeff had found the secret to Francoise the night in the theatre. She was an exhibitionist, but with a twist. She had to make it in public with the fear—thrill—of possible discovery while she fucked. She could ball in private as well as anyone, but when she was in public, her screwing was almost a mystical experience for Jeff. The girl seemed more alive than anyone else he had known, more expert, more enthusiastic.
Yes, Francoise was definitely his choice for a long-term affair. Jeff wondered how realistic that was. He knew that she and her mother would only be in the US for the school year and would be returning to France. But Katherine seemed to have a good shot at a scholarship at the Sorbonne. He was at least as good a linguist as his sister.
Perhaps, with enough study, he could swing the same deal and go to Paris. And be with Francoise.
Jeff glanced at his wristwatch and noticed it was time to go pick up Francoise. They were going to the football game tonight. The French girl didn't understand the game, but Jeff didn't really want to admit he didn't quite understand it himself. Just being together was the important thing to him. And to her, he added mentally.
They filed into the stadium with the other students, laughing and jostling as they went. The stadium was large, but the school had a large enrollment. Also, this was the Homecom-
ing game and was traditionally when the largest turnout occurred during the year.
"Francoise, let's go up to the very top row."
"All the way up there?" Francoise brushed her golden hair back as she stared up to the upper tier of seats. "I might get a nosebleed from the altitude!"
They laughed and began the long climb. Jeff was surprised that he wasn't out of breath, but his heart trip-hammered heavily. It wasn't the climb that had caused that, it was the rubbing of Francoise's hip against his as they climbed. That simple motion set off a chain reaction of imagined delights in his head.
The pair found seats near the center of the stadium, not far removed from the press box. They sat down and Jeff spread the big quilt over their legs. The autumn night was cold and the stars peered down at them, tiny chips of diamond glued onto the velvet blackness of the sky. The light breeze that had kicked up added an extra chill to the air and made the quilt a necessity.
Besides, snuggling under the blanket was so much easier and less noticeable. Not that anyone would have even glanced at them.
The kickoff came and Francoise kept up a barrage of questions about the game that Jeff couldn't really answer. He soon began inventing answers to her questions, trying to make each one more absurd and funny than the previous one. The French girl quickly understood what he was doing and laughed.
He knew Francoise approved by the way she had unzipped his jeans under the blanket and was stroking his cock into a steely hardness.
"And is this what is called ^making the pass?" ' Francoise asked.
"Not quite, doll. More like 'scoring a touchdown.' "
Francoise squeezed lovingly on his long prick and began to massage the loose skin up and down the length. The blue vein on top of Jeff's dong soon bulged out and the entire organ hummed and jerked merrily in anticipation.
In anticipation of what, Jeff didn't know. But he figured it might be interesting.
He casually commented, "Uh, look, Francoise, be careful. You might never notice but I think we're being watched."
Her hand tightened perceptibly on his prong. "Who's watching?" she anxiously asked, a tremor of excitement tingeing her voice.
"Those people." Jeff nodded toward a trio of freaks who were stoned out of their heads and trying vainly to light another joint.
Francoise shivered. "Ooooo!" was all she said as she slipped to her knees in front of Jeff.
Her blond head quickly vanished from sight under the quilt. Jeff didn't have to ask where she had gone. The warmth and wetness that surrounded his cock told him instantly. She was giving him a blowjob.
This was the first time Francoise had engulfed his cock with her mouth and that alone sent cold shivers up and down Jeff's spine. The warmth of Francoise's breath stirred the pubic hairs surrounding his balls and excited him all the more. When her tongue gently touched the crown of his cock, Jeff emitted a squeal of glee.
From underneath the quilt came the muffled order, "Shut up ! People will stare !"
Jeff smiled. Right now he didn't care if both of them went out into the center of the field and got it on with the entire stadium watching. The feel of her mouth on his genitals was indescribably great. He luxuriated in the sensations pommeling his groin, burning with quiet intensity in his scrotum and threatening to engulf him if he relaxed his iron control for an instant.
Francoise licked and lapped at the meaty popscicle in front of her. Head covered by the blanket, all the odors from Jeff's crotch assailed her nose and made her nostrils flare. Such a sweet, wonderful aroma! Aroused man!
She gently massaged the balls and felt them begin to tumble over and over inside their tiny, hairy little sac that dangled under Jeff's monstrous pleasure-piston. When his cock jerked in cadence with the pulse she felt through her tongue, Francoise took just the glans of the long rod into her mouth.
Her teeth lightly scored the area behind the purpled hood and elicited another moan of sheer, unadulterated pleasure from Jeff's lips. She could hear the cheers of the crowd and, somehow, this spurred her on.
Francoise rammed her tongue down firmly onto the pinprick hole at the end of Jeff's fleshy sword. The girl knew she couldn't wiggle her tongue down that hole; so did Jeff. But both were immensely stimulated by the attempt. She quickly changed the focus of her attack and began to move her head back and forth along the teenager's pubic length. Her teeth scored light red marks, not hurting him but stimulating
him to the utmost, while her tongue spiralled around and around the pole embedded in her face.
The French girl felt Jeff's hands rest on her head, guide her in the rhythm that he liked. It didn't matter to her as long as she had lots of long, hard prick in her mouth. Slow, fast, somewhere-in-between was all the same. Just as long as she could taste the delectable tang of man-meat.
Jeff's breathing was heavier, and he felt his heartbeat increase with the excitement Francoise was generating at his crotch. His dong burned and scorched his nerves as the sexy blonde slid up and down using her teeth on his shaft. The burning was quickly quenched by the soft, moist tongue that followed swiftly behind to put out any fires and soothe the tormented skin of his cock.
Jeff wondered how long this could go on. He suddenly realized that Francoise had barely started. The purpled, blood-engorged head of his cock was all that she had been mouthing. The fellatrix still had another five or six inches to go before she even got to his groin!
Francoise methodically worked down, making sure her tongue laved every square millimeter of flesh as she went. When the arrowhead of Jeff's sex impacted against the roof of her mouth, she transferred her tongue to the underside of his cock. The tiny flap of skin that dangled down was the most sensitive portion of his manhood.
The French student made sure that this tiny triangle received her full attentions. Back and forth with her pink, moist tongue. A gentle nip
and scrape with her teeth. Another sweeping spiral with her organ of taste, and Jeff was threatened with losing everything.
Francoise felt the sudden jerk and the rapid expansion of his cock as more and more blood wildly pumped into his organ.
She squirted his tool from her mouth and anxiously asked, "What's wrong, Jeff? Is someone watching?"
"Oh God, yes, yes! Dammit, go ahead and suck me off!"
Francoise interpreted that as meaning someone might be watching and to hurry. She returned to her sword swallowing act and took about half of Jeff's lusty cylinder down her throat. The girl had long since learned how to swallow cock without choking; it seemed natural to her and the blonde could never understand all the fuss over Linda Lovelace.
Francoise began to apply vacuum to Jeff's prick. Slowly at first, then with greater and greater force until the boy was writhing about on the hard bench seat without regard to anyone watching or not. It wouldn't do to have someone think he was having a seizure, but he couldn't restrain himself. This was too damned much! Francoise continued her oral ministrations and took another inch of his cock down her throat. Jeff felt surrounded, imprisoned like he had never been before. He reached down and took the lump on the quilt that betrayed where Francoise's head was in his hands. He began a steady back and forth motion, and soon the French girl picked up on the rhythm.
He was face-fucking her with a fury and
passion he didn't know he possessed. Jeff was totally lost in the carnal wilderness of sexual abandon. The warmth, the wetness, the suction on his prong was driving him mad with desire. His fucking motions became more and more frantic, and Francoise responded in kind.
Her cheeks sank into concave depressions with the intense suction she provided for his reddened dick. Her tongue lashed out and lapped and licked at the trapped, blood-surfeited head of his tool. As she was circling around the very tip of Jeff's cock with her snakelike tongue, she felt the extra blood pumping into the crown, expanding it like a cobra's hood before it strikes.
That brief warning allowed Francoise to prepare herself for the onslaught of warm, pearlescent come that rocketed from the end of Jeff's erotically aroused tube of love. The first wave was swallowed with no problem by the French girl. She had barely gulped that down when the second blast hit the roof of her mouth. Francoise was still in the process of slurping down the remaining gobbets of that torrential outpouring when the third spurt hit.
She began to choke, but she valiantly stayed at her post and tried to suck as much of the come from Jeff's cock as she could. Finally, exhausted of all liquids, the cock began to deflate and fall flaccid.
Francoise slipped from under the quilt, a smile on her face. Come dripped from one corner of her mouth. Jeff smiled in return and pulled the girl to him. He opened his mouth and engulfed her lips with his. The kiss was long and deep, Jeff reveling in the taste of his own come mixed with Francoise's saliva.
Francoise broke off the kiss after a while and whispered, "Do you think anyone noticed?!"
Jeff sighed and said, "Only me, darling, only me. And did I ever notice!"
They watched the rest of the game in relative ease, occasionally fondling each other's genitals, but Jeff was pretty much out of it for a long time. Every time Francoise got rolling and had the fear-excitement of discovery added to their lovemaking, she really tired him out.
The rest of the game was something of a waste, too. Jeff and the other team were the only ones that scored.
The next day at school, Jeff and Francoise were eating lunch in the cafeteria when Katherine came over to speak with them. She sat down and said, "Where you two been hiding out? I've been looking for both of you and haven't been able to find you."
Jeff smiled and looked quickly at Francoise. "Oh, we've been around. You know. The usual places. Up on the roof. In the storeroom back of the kitchen. Places like that."
Katherine looked a trifle disgusted. "Yeah, sure. But what I wanted to talk to you two sex fiends about was this. Antoinette's invited us to her house tonight for a little get together. A few of her friends. A party to sort of get acquainted with different people. The catch is that we'll have to get our folks' permission if we want to stay out very late."
Jeff shrugged. "You've always been able to wheedle things out of Dad. Why don't you go on home after school and try? The party sounds like fun."
"Okay. See you both later on."
Jeff turned to Francoise and asked, "Are you finished eating? The old clock on the wall says it's about twenty minutes before class starts again, and there's an empty classroom over in the east wing."
"An empty classroom? And what else?"
"Come on and I'll show you."
Hand in hand, the pair left the crowded cafeteria and went to the deserted room. Jeff carefully slipped a playing card through the snap lock on the door, and they got into the room. He smiled and said, "One of the benefits of having a father in the military. You learn all sorts of neat tricks like breaking and entering."
"Entering? Entering what?" Francoise said, sitting on the teacher's desk, her long legs swinging back and forth.
"Oh, all sorts of things." Jeff's hand coursed up the smooth road of Francoise's thigh until it came to her panties. He was mildly surprised to find out that Francoise had come prepared. She wore crotchless panties.
"Now where did you get those, hmmmm?" Jeff wiggled a finger through the smooth rimmed cloth and into the sticky warmth of Francoise's cunt.
"Where? Ummmm, that's so niiice! Put something else up there."
Jeff played dumb. "Put what where?" He flexed his finger just inside her cuntal lips, making sure he was stimulating the delicate inner labia as much as possible.
"Damn you, Jeff! Put your lovely cock up my cunt where it belongs !"
"What do you want me to do when I get
there?" He quickly lowered his zipper and scooted forward to oblige the willing French girl. His cock smoothly glided into her already lubricated tunnel of love.
"Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE! OOOOOHH!" Francoise cried out as Jeff's massive dong began to ram back and forth in her tight channel. His fucking was slow, but he had reached down and spread her thighs with both hands. This crammed her fleshy ass into the desk top and compressed her cunt to an impossibly small diameter.
Jeff almost blacked out when he tried to withdraw for another shot up the hot tube to Francoise's belly. He had turned her into an incredibly tight cunt. She was normally hard to get into because of the smallness of her carnal passageway, but this! This transcended all the fucking they had done before!
Jeff felt as if he had thrust his tool into a velvet-lined vise. The compression on his buried length was tremendous, but the effect on Francoise was even greater.
She cried out her passions and sobbed, tears welling up from the corners of her eyes, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Francoise hunched up and down, trying to suck more of Jeff's length into her cunt. With him pinioning her legs to the desk top, she wasn't able to do anything but squirm around in a circle on the desk top. Jeff groaned as she tensed and relaxed her stomach muscles, hunched up and tried to take more of his length into her body. The youth was pushed to the limits of his endurance by the wanton girl's motions.
Jeff began fucking into the tight cunt faster and faster, all finesse and technique cast aside in favor of swift, hard thrusts. That seemed to be what they both wanted. He released his fierce grip on her thighs, and Francoise immediately locked her legs around his waist.
By resting Jeff's hands on the desk and letting Francoise grab him behind the head, the pair were able to get enough leverage for Jeff to maintain his wanton fucking of her manhole. The lewd sucking noise filled the empty classroom every time Jeff's cockshead slid out of Francoise. Her copious quantities of lubricants formed a powerful vacuum inside her, and breaking it from time to time produced the obscene sounds.
That only added to the pair's lust.
That and the possibility that the teacher would return at any instant and find them fucking away on her desk.
Jeff bent over and stifled Francoise's cries with his mouth. Kissing her silenced the loudest of her screams. She could only mumble and mutter around his delving tongue that duplicated the motions of his cock. His mighty male member thrust forward, so did his tongue. As his organ of taste withdrew from the girl's eager mouth, Jeff pulled back with his hips and withdrew his cock from her
seething cunt.
Each excursion into Francoise was more powerful than the last. His own passions had mounted to the bursting point, but so had the French girl's. She used her legs to good advantage. As Jeff started his thrust forward, the sexy blond girl would tighten up her leg mus-
cles and give added impetus to his forward thrust.
His balls smashed repeatedly into her ass with a wet noise. The juices that dribbled down from her overflowing cunt trickled down her perineum and into her asshole. Every time Jeff's balls impacted, they were treated to a lube job at no extra cost.
His groin ground mercilessly into Francoise's. Their pubic hair merged and molded together into a form of erotic kinetic sculpture. Jeff's pelvis shoved hard against the clit that protruded up from its hiding place at the end of Francoise's sex slash. All motions together stimulated her clitoris to the point where she could no longer continue to control herself.
A long, deep sigh was expelled from Francoise's lips, and her eyes closed. Her body quivered as the muscles tensed and the French girl was seized in the satin-and-iron grip of orgasm. All too soon, she drifted back to the reality of the classroom and Jeff still madly fucking away, his orgasm just seconds away.
When it hit, he felt as if he had been pitched up into the air by the impact of a Mack truck. The teenager soared and drifted, floated and sailed on the kaleidoscopic winds of ecstasy until finally he, too, came back to realize that they were still in the classroom.
A hurried glance at the clock confirmed his suspicions. Lunchtime was over and, any second, the teacher and class would be filing into the room.
Francoise hastily released him and attempted to straighten her skirt. It appeared perma-
nently wrinkled, but neither cared. As Jeff was zipping up his trousers, the door opened.
A shriveled-up prune of an old woman walked in and saw them. She quickly demanded, "What are you two doing in here?"
Jeff's eyes widened, seemingly in amazement. "This isn't room 609?" ' "No, indeed, it is not! This is a senior class that meets here, young man. And obviously neither of you are seniors. I'll thank you to leave immediately."
"We're sorry, ma'am," said Francoise, trying to look ingratiating. "Could you tell us what class is to meet in this room?"
The old woman seemed to find it distasteful but she finally spat out, "Sex education."
Jeff and Francoise managed to get into the. hallway before they broke out laughing. Sex education, indeed! They could have really shown that old bat's class something in the way of sex education!
Francoise could barely speak, "That was so ...so...!"
Jeff had to agree. "It was, wasn't it!" They laughed as they hurried to class. Once there, however, they found that they were supposed to go to an assembly and listen to the principal bore them with his dry cliches about behavior. It seemed that there had been some minor violations of the school codes again, and Mr. Williams wanted to impress on all the students the importance of good grooming, not smoking, and at least showing up for class every now and then.
Jeff had a brilliant idea as' they walked to the gym where the assembly was to be held. He
whispered to Francoise, "Leave your jacket behind and get two seats on the bleachers, you take the lower one. I'll be with you in a couple of minutes."
Jeff hurried off the the men's locker room and, finding no one watching, hastily rummaged in the first aid kit until he came put with a small jar of petroleum jelly.
He found Francoise very simply. Jeff searched the audience until he found a section where all the males were looking upward. At the focus of their gaze was a lovely blond head ... Francoise.
Jeff scrambled up the bleachers, slipping twice in his haste. He positioned himself behind her on the hard seats and gently stroked her bare arm. Her blouse was sleeveless, which had given him the idea for the ultimate in public exhibitionism.
"Whatever you do, don't give us away!" he cautioned. He opened up the jar of jelly and smeared under Francoise's right armpit. The French girl turned and looked back at him, curious as to what the teenager had in mind now. She watched him nonchalantly drop his zipper and grease his now solid cock with more of the petroleum jelly.
As the principal came in, all the students stood up. When Francoise stood, she found a hard, warm rod of throbbing manhood under her arm. Francoise understood immediately what Jeff had in mind.
"Jeff!" she said, partially turning.
He held his finger to his lips in a motion to silence her. Jeff began to move his hips back and forth, slipping in and out of the cunt he had created under Francoise's arm. She needed
to shave her armpits, he quickly decided. There was a tiny stubble growing, but this only added to his stimulation.
Francoise kept her arm firmly down at her side as Jeff pressed closer and kept fucking back and forth. The principal came out and announced that one of his new policies was an attempt to reinstill patriotism in the youth of America, and that "The Star Spangled Banner" would be played.
Jeff grinned broadly. He could actually get off while that long, many-octave-spanning song was being played. The youth continued his fucking of Francoise's armpit as the strain of the song began.
His cock felt like some sort of rocket, a bomb getting ready to burst. Francoise reached up with her left hand and masked the protruding purple head from any curious people who might look up and wonder what a nice girl like her was doing with a prick under her arm.
Jeff's balance began to get a little shaky as the effects began to reach his brain. The bristle from the French girl's armpit stimulated him more than he could have imagined. The warmth and perspiration from Francoise's arm cut the lubricating properties of the jelly a trifle, but this was a blessing. It added to the friction of skin against skin.
Jeff reached down and kept his balance by hanging on to Francoise's shoulders. He could feel the tremors of delight surging throughout her body, too. She was enjoying this strange form of love as much as he was.
When his cock began to throb and expand with the added influx of blood preparatory to
ejaculation, Jeff squeezed Francoise's shoulder a little and whispered, "Got a Kleenex?"
She seemed to understand immediately. For a brief moment the purple arrowhead of his sex was exposed and aimed in the direction of the principal, but Jeff's tool was rapidly covered with the tissue seconds later.
As the national anthem hit its crescendo, so did Jeff. He exploded and rocketed out his white hot come into the Kleenex provided by the French girl.
By the time the principal signalled for the student body to sit down, Jeff was ready to collapse. He rested, his back against the cool block wall of the gym. He looked and saw the golden cascades of hair in front of him. Jeff knew that this was just the start. As long as his imagination held up, the pair of them could go on to bigger and better things.
But right now, he was content to just rest and relax. Making it twice, and in such bizarre ways, had certainly taken it out of him.