Chapter 9
"I'm really glad that Antoinette invited us, aren't you, Jeff?" Katherine seemed to be overjoyed at the prospect of a large party. Jeff wasn't that intrigued; he had seen his parents' parties and they seemed boring. Mostly dull people standing around talking about pointless things and getting drunk so they could endure listening to others talk about equally pointless things.
"I suppose so, Katherine," he said. "I think we might split early if it looks like we'll be intruding."
"What do you mean 'intruding'? Antoinette's the one who invited us. She certainly wouldn't consider us outsiders or- anything like that. If she did, we wouldn't have been asked to come."
Jeff wasn't convinced. "I guess you're right."
"Of course I am. You'll see."
The pair walked up the tiled path that led to the front door. Jeff glanced around and commented, "Are you sure you have the time right? There's only a couple of cars out on the street, and they seem to be visiting Antoinette's neighbors."
Katherine looked a bit perplexed. She nervously brushed back a vagrant lock of her lovely golden hair as she said, "I thought she said seven. Maybe we're just early. You know, getting here early might be gauche in Antoinette's social circle."
Jeff watched his sister go up to the door. He heaved a deep sigh and appreciated the sight of her pert, round ass bobbing as she climbed the three steps that led to the front door. Katherine had come dressed to kill, and Jeff, if no one else was around, appreciated it. She had chosen a scarlet dress of filmy nylon that drifted around her body like an attentive fog. Jeff had to envy the dress a bit. It clung to all the places he wished he could be clinging to and swirled and touched at others which turned him on.
Whoever had designed the dress had been a master. Surely someone had had Katherine in mind, the outfit was so perfect. The twin globes of her breasts were lightly held, and swelled up and out of the bodice. The deep valley between her tits was masked, hidden and seductive. Jeff's mind ran wild and made him incredibly horny, just thinking about delving down that pathway. Even though he knew what lay hidden in that direction, it made him hard. Or perhaps because he did know, it made him acutely aware of the throbbing organ between his legs.
The fabric seemed to cling electrostatically to his sister's hips, then flare away into a wide, frilly skirt that stopped just above the knee. The smoky nylon panty hose Katherine wore shaped her legs, made them even more firm and seductive, if that was possible.
But her buttocks! The dress designer seemed to have had the special intention of driving up the blood pressure of any male observing Katherine from the rear. Of that, Jeff was certain. Where the slick material clung to her hips, the dress seemed to be painted on with loving care. Every time the girl moved, the dress exactly copied her movements. It was as if she had an intimate twin mirroring her every motion. Jeff could even see the faint band at his sister's waist that indicated where her panty hose ended.
There was no denying that Katherine had come dressed for a soiree of the first order. She was prepared to meet just about anyone, up to and including the royalty of Europe. Jeff snorted slightly at the thought. He somehow doubted that there would be anyone worth mentioning at the party. The mayor probably wouldn't even be here, much less Prince Charles or Archduke Ferdinand.
Jeff had the fleeting thought that he wouldn't mind meeting Princess Caroline, not in the least. The thought vanished from his mind as if it had never existed when Francoise answered the door.
Whether by design or horrible chance, the two girls had chosen dresses that could have been identical if it hadn't been for the difference in color. Katherine was swathed in the purplish red nylon, Francoise had chosen a startling Prussian blue.
Jeff stood admiring the pair. He had to admit that they were two of the most stunning women he had ever seen, bar none. He began to wish he had dressed up a bit more for this
party. He had grabbed his only suit and just thrown it on. These two had obviously gone out of their way to be as attractive as humanly possible !
"Come in, please!" said the French girl. "We have some time yet before the others arrive. It was so confused! Mama told everyone else nine and you seven. It is so embarrassing."
Jeff decided that he didn't mind having to spend an hour or two alone with Francoise and Katherine.
He quickly added Antoinette to his list when he saw her. The model had on the skimpiest dress he had ever seen. Jeff's mouth may have dropped open a bit, because Antoinette laughed and said, "Jeff! Do not stare so! It is impolite!"
"B ... but how can I help staring when you're dressed like thatt"
"Dressed? I'm not yet dressed. This is my peignoir. I have yet to prepare for the party." Jeff's lusting eyes roved the woman's body, devouring every part revealed to his longing gaze. And few places were hidden by the flimsy dressing gown that had not even been tied shut in the front.
"Francoise," Antoinette said to her daughter, "How long before the others arrive? Two hours? Let's not waste time. You and Jeff go prepare some drinks for us."
Francoise took the numb Jeff's arm and pulled, saying to him, "Come. We can go into the other room for a while !"
Her voice was low, urgent. Jeff ripped his eyes away from Antoinette and was instantly captivated anew by Francoise. Her breasts
were fuller than Katherine's. Either that or she had on a tighter dress. Jeff didn't really want to check out which was the answer. All he wanted was to get his hands on those luscious globes of creamy white flesh.
In his best party manner, he replied, "Lead on, dear lady!" Katherine and Antionette sat on the sofa and began talking in low voices as he followed the sexy French girl into the other room. Again, he marveled at the way the dress clung to her ass and seemed to parrot every movement of the tender, smooth flesh underneath.
Once in the other room, Jeff reached out and took Francoise by the arm. He spun her around and looked down into her oval-shaped face. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Francoise smiled as she said, "Even prettier than my mama? Flatterer!" But she didn't resist when Jeff crushed his lips against hers. Quite the contrary. She returned the kiss with a passion and fervor that indicated that she had maneuvered him into the room away from her mother and his sister for the sole purpose of having a little extra fun before the party began.
As their mouths melted together and Jeff's tongue slithered out to caress Francoise's, his hands seemed to become possessed by an evil spirit. Jeff couldn't control them—if he had wanted to! They groped out and touched the exposed tit flesh of the voluptuous woman in front of him.
As his tongue spiralled and circled around the inside of Francoise's mouth, reveling in the
moist, dank oral cavern, his hands frolicked in the deep crease between her symmetric, perfectly formed boobs. Smooth, satiny skin, smoother, warmer and more alive than he remembered. Far nicer-feeling under his palms than the material of her dress.
Tiny nubbins of nipple began to protrude through the thin fabric as Jeff squeezed, fondled and generally manhandled those fine jugs in the most seductive, loving fashion he could muster. Soon, the girl's nipples were hard, firm buttons on an otherwise smooth dress front. Francoise began to moan and her tongue seemed to quiver and beat a heady tempo against Jeff's.
She pulled away for a moment and whispered, "I want you, Jeff! I want you so badly!"
"And I want you, darling! You're so damned beautiful!" Jeff silenced any reply by smothering her lips and neck with one wet kiss after another. Francoise arched her neck backwards to allow the youth to fully cover her throat with his oral attentions. All the while, his restless hands roamed over her breasts, flicking the marble-hard protrusions of her nipples that were hidden from his sight by the cunningly designed material of the dress.
Jeff wanted to rip the dress off the French girl and take her then and there. Some might have called it rape; he would have called it uncontrollable lust for a ravishingly beautiful and seductive woman. Francoise would have called it Paradise.
She wanted him inside her now flowing cunt as badly as he wanted to be there. Only the
damnable clothing prevented the desire. Jeff broke off his fervid osculation to whisper in a husky, passion-laden voice, "Could we go to your room? I want to fuck you silly!"
A tremor of anticipation rippled throughout Francoise's body. She said, her voice unsteady, "No, Jeff. But my cunt, oh, my poor, aching little pussy!"
The way she said it made Jeff aware of how much she needed to be attended to sexually. He carefully maneuvered her backwards until her ass was perched against the side of the dining room table. He lifted the fluffy skirt and began to stroke the prominent pubic bulge that seemed to beckon to him, to attract him like a magnet attracts iron.
When his fingers closed on Francoise's golden-thatched pussy, the girl shuddered, an orgasm rifling throughout her targeted body. She clutched at Jeff and gripped hard, until the shaky feeling in her body had subsided. Françoise begged him, "Again, Jeff, again! I need you !"
The teenager's erection was past the point of aching. It hurt. It hurt him as badly as he could ever remember. Whoever said that clothes don't make the person had never seen the erotic packaging job that could be done with a fabulous body and a sexy demeanor like Francoise's. The mere sight of her was enough to make Jeff want to blast off and cream in his pants.
He unzipped his fly, and the turgid head snapping out for Françoise to see. "There, Françoise, that's how much I want you!" His arousal was obvious. The cock seemed to shiver
and quiver, to beg for entry into the girl's body as much as she demanded him inside her.
The golden-haired French girl dropped to her knees and quickly took the purpled head of Jeff's organ into her mouth. The first touch of warmth and wetness sent electrical charges volting through Jeff's groin. Jeff stared down and could see only the deep blue of Francoise's dress and the lustrous platinum of her hair. The girl's mouth totally engulfed Jeff's manhood, attending to it in the way it deserved. As Jeff watched, the colors seemed to flow together like a kaleidoscope. His vision blurred, began to grow indistinct as his passions mounted.
Françoise was using every trick she could think of to bring Jeff off. Her teeth lightly scraped across the tumescent organ's head, as her tongue lightly touched the very tip with feathery, teasing and taunting touches. Her pearly teeth came to rest behind the broad, spreading hood of Jeff's cock, and Françoise pulled her head back slightly.
The pressure duplicated that of trying to pull out of a hot, clutching cunt, with the added stimulus of hard teeth preventing easy escape. Françoise made sure that she never injured her love partner. But each movement was designed to turn him on in the biggest way possible. Her plan seemed to work, because Jeff was no longer able to speak or think in a coherent fashion.
A constant mumble emanated from his lips, noises that seemed to be random as he luxuriated in the feel of the sexy girl's mouth on his cock. Françoise slowly began working her way down Jeff's length until she had swallowed his
entire seven inches. Entirely with her mouth, the French girl began to demonstrate the prowess of her training, the specialty of her home country.
She sucked. Gently, without the sudden suction that would have made Jeff feel as if she were trying to yank his toenails off through his body. It was a subtle, mounting pressure. By the time Jeff realized that Françoise had begun to really give head, his balls were tumbling and churning and demanding instant release.
He couldn't restrain himself. The aroma of her perfume wafting up to his nostrils, the sight of his cock vanishing into her face, the colors, the sensations causing his body to feel weak and watery all conspired against Jeff. He blasted off into Francoise's mouth with the force of a firehose being turned on. He gushed forth gallons of his flaming white come until he didn't think either he or the girl could stand it any longer.
Françoise had no trouble swallowing his prodigious come. She continued to lave his tool with her tongue, licking and lapping with vigor the entire time he was jerking and spurting out his jism into her mouth. When the French girl felt Jeff's cock began to shrink, she made one last long swoop along the entire length, to free it of any stray droplet of man-seed that remained behind.
She looked up with adoring eyes, green eyes that bored into Jeff's blue ones. Françoise carefully licked her lips, the tiny coral tip of her tongue graced with the tiniest amount of come.
Jeff would have gotten another hard-on at the sight, had he been able. He reached under
Francoise's arms and lifted her, placing her back on top of the table. Jeff grabbed up under the honey-haired girl's skirt and pulled off her panty hose. Exposed and gleaming in the light of the dining room was her yawning mantrap. Jeff was determined to give Françoise as good an eating-out as the head she had just given him.
Somehow it seemed appropriate that he should eat her on the dining room table. That thought was quickly put aside when Jeff saw how savory this feminine hors d'oeuvre was.
He buried his face between Francoise's snowy white thighs and began to lap and slurp at her blond-rimmed cunt. The gates to Francoise's interior fluttered as if in a gentle breeze. Jeff immediately thrust his tongue past them to wash it in the hidden river of her vagina. In seconds, his mouth was filled with the tangy, salty taste of elixir of aroused woman. The love juices quickly trickled down his chin as he thrust closer to insinuate his tongue ever further up her twat.
Françoise rocked back on the table, raising her legs and placing her knees on top of Jeff's shoulders to give the youth the maximum exposure of her neglected cunt. His tongue raced up and down the wanton sex slash, his oral member inflicting sweet torture on the French girl's genitals. Françoise moaned and shoved her pelvis forward in the hopes that Jeff's tongue would penetrate even deeper into her body.
Jeff was lost in a wonderland of delight. The soft yellow-matted pubic mound pressed into his nose and excited him as he felt it grow
damp with the girl's increasing desire. He wiggled his nose, and this seemed to stimulate the already aroused girl to even higher plateaus of need. When his tongue found her clit, he instantly ignited another orgasm in the French student's body.
Francoise bucked up and down and clamped powerfully with her legs on each side of Jeff's head. He was blinded and deafened. All that was left to him was the satiny feel of Fran-coise's thighs on either side of his head, the indescribable smell of golden thatch, and the nectar-sweet tang of cunt juice flooding his mouth. His own desires caused him to lap and lick with a frenzy that approached madness; this drove Francoise completely wild. Her body was assailed with a tempest of sensations.
The orgasm reached its pinnacle, and Francoise drifted back down, her legs releasing their iron-hard grip on Jeff's head. The boy continued to sample the "cuntry" delights presented to him on the dining room table, until the well began to go dry. Francoise's cunt was no longer gushing forth with the large, succulent torrents of juices. Her passions had been momentarily spent.
Jeff surfaced from between her legs and quickly kissed her. "Want to go back into the living room?"
Francoise tried to straighten her dress, then shook her head. "I'll join you in a while. Let me have a few minutes to comb my hair and freshen up."
Jeff kissed her again and simply said, "Okay." He swatted her pert fanny as she
turned, and was treated to a radiant smile that promised more exciting sexual adventures.
The teenager sighed, then licked his lips. The inner lubricants from Francoise's body still lingered. Jeff straightened his shirt and coat a bit, then went to see what Katherine and Antoinette were up to.
The instant he walked into the room, he knew the proper question should have been, "What are they down to?"
The answer would have been, "Down to the buff." The two naked women were curled up on the floor in the classic "69" position, avidly eating each other's quims. Jeff watched for a few minutes, glad he had discovered them rather than the other way around. For all his newfound sexual liberation, Jeff still felt a bit uneasy about some things. And having Antoinette—Francoise's mother—walk in on him while he was filling his face with her daughter's pussy would have been unsettling. Especially since he enjoyed fucking Antoinette so much.
He knew they wouldn't notice him for some time, so he made a point of loudly clearing his throat. When that didn't draw their attention, he coughed.
Antoinette peered up from her position, glaring at Jeff over one of Katherine's trim thighs. She almost snarled, "What are you doing? Choking to death?"
"No, Antoinette. Just wondering if you'd like a little company. It looks sort of lonely down there, just the two of you and all." Jeff felt himself stiffening again at the thought of having both his sister and the sexy French
model at once. That he had just been given an expert blowjob didn't seem to faze his growing, youthfully lusty organ.
Katherine propped herself up on one elbow and said, "You can't do a damn thing from up there."
"Yeah," said Antoinette, obviously proud of picking up some American slang, "get your sweet ass down here."
Jeff walked over, seemingly in no big hurry although his insides churned with desire. He casually remarked, "Is it only my ass you want? Yours are so much nicer, I don't know why you'd want to bother with ..." He never finished the sentence. Katherine reached out and grabbed his ankle. With Antoinette's assistance, she pulled him down to the floor and began stripping his clothes off. Jeff protested, but not too hard.
Katherine murmured in delighted wonder, "WoW! Look at that hard-on!" She began to stroke the seven-inch spike of flesh as if she were seeing it for the first time. Katherine noticed his prick was still damp from the fellatio Francoise had performed just a few minutes earlier, but she said nothing. She seemed to be engrossed in simply stroking up and down the fine hunk of her brother's manmeat.
Antoinette studied the naked pair for a few seconds before saying, "This isn't going to work out very well unless you get with it, Jeff. On your back!" Jeff complied; Katherine never released his cock from her grip, Spines of pleasure prickled and danced along his erection when his sister began lightly dragging her
long fingernails across the blood-surfeited cylinder of his sex organ.
"Now, Katherine, get that lovely cock inside you. Jeff wants to fuck you, but he's just too shy to tell you." Antoinette smiled wickedly when Jeff's eyes latched onto hers. The woman was teasing him for his initial reluctance after screwing Katherine for the first time.
"And what about you, you saucy bitch?" Jeff asked. "Are you going to make us do it in the back yard where everybody can see?" It was his turn to get even with her. "Or are you just going to come over and squat on my face so I can lick your cunt clean of all that oily stuff oozing out of you?"
Antoinette hastened to obey. She wasn't going to be left out of this miniature orgy. No way. She wanted the feel of Jeff's moist, rough tongue along her gash and would have told him so had he not suggested it to her first.
Squatting over his face, she lowered her body to allow him access to her most private parts. Antoinette jumped as the teenager's tongue speared out with incredible force. Jeff hadn't intended his initial penetration of her body with his oral organ to be that intense, but he couldn't restrain himself. Katherine had taken his cock and dropped around it with alacrity. For a brief instant, it seemed to stick inside her slippery cunt. Then, finding the proper path, the iron-hard length of cock snapped up into his sister's edacious, hungering cunt.
The sudden entry into her body sent a huge trembling shaking throughout his body. The teenager couldn't control it. The feeling of hav-ing his prick bathed in the super-heated oven
of his sister's cunt was too much of a shock to his system. One instant, his cock was out in the cold air, neglected except for the slender-fingered hand encircling it. The next second, it was lubricated and being squeezed on by youthful cuntal muscles.
Knowing it was Katherine, his sister, surrounding him gave Jeff an added thrill, too. She had improved the control over her cuntal muscles as much as Jeff had mastered self-control and developed his staying power. Together, they made a dynamite sexual team that could and did fuck for excitingly long hours.
Jeff had a problem, however, that he hadn't considered. He and Katherine could get it on as long as they wanted. His control didn't quite extend to the French model adding to his stimulation by shoving her tasty twat into his face. The pair of sexy women working him over at the same time, plus the fact that he had just eaten a very fine "meal" in the other room, all chipped away at Jeff's newly awakened sexual abilities.
He pondered it for a moment as he felt Katherine slickly sliding up and down his pole and tasted Antoinette's sluggishly rising tide of internal lubrication. The youth decided that he could handle it long enough for everyone concerned to get a bit of enjoyment out of the situation. And there was no doubt at all in his mind that he'd get one hell of a lot of pleasure out of having two women at one time!
Having Antoinette offering him such a flavorful treat would have been enough. Katherine avidly fucking herself on his steel-hard pole
was an added bonus that he wasn't going to turn down.
Jeff repositioned himself and tried to relax and enjoy himself. The feel of the rough carpeting under his ass and shoulder blades was uncomfortable, especially when Katherine plummeted from the sky like a dive bomber. The boy's sister carefully pulled herself erect, allowing Jeff's cock to slide to the very entry-way of her vagina. She would then twist around a bit, bathing his male member in the flow of fluids from her Bartholin's glands, then drop by simply relaxing her leg muscles. The impact of groin against groin was heavy, but it was also heavily stimulating for both of them.
Katherine felt as if some berserk Indian had shot a flaming arrow up her twat. Jeff's dong seared and scorched its way along her channel all the way, making her feel burned, and, at the same time, plunged and filled to overflowing with cock and her own juices. Jeff was both long and wide of girth. Katherine made a point of rotating her hips slightly as she lowered herself. The feeling was one of being ripped apart, split asunder and completely torn in half all the way to the chin. Her body was one giant, sensitive nerve ending being stimulated by his huge electric prod. In only a few trips up and down, she was breathing heavily and was picking up the tempo, fucking herself with greater speed and force.
Jeff wasn't going to let her get off that easily. He reached down to his crotch and waited for his sister. When she had him fully buried, the youth began to stroke and fondle the erect clit that came handily alive under his tutelage.
Katherine no longer merely breathed heavily. Now she gasped for air and emitted tiny shrieks that split the relative silence of the house.
"Ooooooooow, Jeff! That's goood! Sooo niiice!" Katherine groaned. As she tried to rise and eject his cock from her love tunnel, Jeff reached out and pressed her sex lips tightly together around his prick. The added pressure made his sister feel as if the cock buried inside her had grown in diameter.
Jeff looked up and saw Katherine flinging her head back and forth, the golden cascade of her hair haloing her face and making her into some ethereal being. She was truly an angel, a gorgeous angel come to earth to fuck him.
At that instant, Jeff was definitely feeling as if he was the recipient of something truly special and reserved for only a handful of mortals. He peered up past Antoinette's creamy white butt and watched his sister tossed and pum-meled by the waves of intense longing that ripped through her body. Knowing that his cock was the cause of her arousal excited Jeff immensely.
Katherine descended again with Jeff holding on to her cunt lips, compressing them around his already massive prod. He rubbed the blood-filled flaps and made sure that he did not neglect her clitoris. Katherine began to thrash and spin around like a whirling dervish, his spike of flesh impaling her body. It was apparent to Jeff that orgasm was hurtling through his sister's body like a runaway freight train. He could feel her velvet-lined cuntal walls twitching and pulsing with the violent contrac-
tions brought on by orgasm, but, most of all, he could feel her clit throbbing with increased vitality. That little spire of erectile tissue accurately transmitted his sister's desires through his thumb, to be interpreted by his own sex-dazed mind.
Jeff's breath came faster as his heart rate accelerated. Knowing his sister was getting off in a big way helped, but the compression along his entire length buried up her twat did quite a bit to heighten his level of arousal, too. When Antoinette saw that Katherine was climaxing, she felt neglected. Jeff had been giving most of his erotic attentions to his lovely sister.
Antoinette didn't mind that; she minded that he hadn't been properly giving her the dose of cunnilingus she felt she deserved. Indeed, she felt that he must not be allowed to neglect her aching, yearning cunt any longer.
With the determination known only by a sex-hungry woman, the model shoved her twat straight down over Jeff's face. He didn't have to strain to reach her clit or labia or vagina. They were within tongue's reach. All Jeff had to worry about was breathing.
With Antoinette so close, his nose ended up buried in a honey-dipped thatch of pubic fur. It tickled and made him want to sneeze, but, most of all, it cut off his supply of air. Jeff reached up and began stroking the French woman's thighs. With a little stretching, he managed to reach her tits. When he found the mushrooms blossoming on the ruddy tips, the teenager began to roll the hard little nubbins back and forth between thumb and index finger. This caused a new set of sensations to
bombard Antoinette's body. The knife-blades of delight jabbed into her chest from her boobs and allowed Jeff to maneuver her body, using those twin handholds.
He lifted her enough so that he could gasp for air. When she again planted her yawning cunt over his mouth, he was ready for her. He kissed her sex lips as if he were kissing her mouth. His tongue flittered in and out, lightly and with a tickling motion, to stimulate and drive the woman to the highest peaks of arousal possible.
Jeff tasted her salty fluids, then pursed his lips and began to suck. A loud smuch! noise ensued as he sampled her heady cuntal wine. Antoinette began to hunch up and down as the delicate feelings Jeff imparted to her began to take their toll. The tonguing he gave her was subtle, carefully planned to incite a riot of sensation in her body without her fully knowing what was happening. As he fondled her tits, he carefully licked around the rim of her furred cunt. The bristly hairs poked into his oral member, but the teenager didn't care. He was getting as turned on as his sex partner, if he was any judge of the situation.
Feeling Katherine begin fucking herself again kept Jeff as hard and straight as an arrow. But the dual sensations were taking their penalty on his body. He began to doubt if he could keep from ejaculating much longer. Katherine was expert at fucking herself on his cock by now; the smell and taste of the beautiful French woman was turning him into a wild beast intent only on animal pleasures, animal satisfaction.
The feelings he imparted to Antoinette were pushing her closer and closer to the sudden abyss of orgasm. She felt the boy's tongue lightly touch her clit, then stab deeply into her cunt. His hands squeezed down insistently on her jugs, manipulated her body motions up and down so that he could control her and give her the best tongue lashing she had ever received. Her student had learned well! And now he was giving his teacher some of his own French lessons!
Was he ever giving her the eating out of her life! Antoinette's body could not cope with the featherlight touches of his tongue, the smooth wetness as he licked the length of her clitoris, the jabbing, stabbing feeling as he invaded her tunnel of love with his hard tongue. The French model climaxed. Jeff felt the orgasm approaching, knew it was coming upon the woman as surely as he knew the sun would rise the next morning. Jeff's face was bathed with an extra shower of her internal liquids, then her silky thighs clamped down on his head as she shoved herself down—hard—onto his face.
Jeff didn't allow her to come down from her sexual high for a long time. He tormented her clit with his tongue. He sucked her cunt juices as if his life depended on it. His hands pushed down as hard as possible, mashing her breasts into her chest. Everything Jeff did insured that Antoinette would have the maximum feeling of orgasm, the most drawn-out climax possible.
It seemed to last for years in the woman's body. Antoinette felt the sweet torture wrack her body and hold her in the velvet-and-iron
grip, squeezing down on her body and being with relentless force. At long last, her body exhausted and her passions satiated, Antoinette relaxed a little.
That relaxation freed Jeff's head and allowed him to breath again. He heard the French woman say, "Damn, Jeff! That was finel"
He glowed at the praise. Only weeks before, he would never have been able to satisfy Antoinette in this way, and now she was complimenting him on his performance.
But his own body sent increasingly insistent signals to his brain. His sister still fucked wildly at his groin, and the burning inside him had grown to a full-fledged forest fire. It had been a tiny ember at first, but Katherine had continued stoking the fire, using her own body as a bellows, until that tiny coal had burst into a blaze of titanic and even heroic proportions.
Antoinette slipped off his face and allowed him to see the mask of orgasm that had crossed Katherine's features again. Jeff felt the monumental contractions of her cunt on his length and knew that he wouldn't be able to withstand this onslaught very long.
He began hunching up with his hips to give added force to his sister's motions. Brother and sister smashed together at the crotch, a wet, lewd noise resulting. Jeff felt his balls tighten, then explode with.atomic bomb fury into his sister's quivering quim. His body went insane with lust, and Jeff tossed up and down, back and forth, in his efforts to fuck himself up Katherine's cunt all the way to her chin. He wanted to tear her apart. His body demanded
the effort. He tried. He heaved upward as forcefully as his sister rocketed down along his jerking, throbbing cock.
Jeff expended his load in Katherine's tight cunt, then fell back, exhausted. She continued to slide up and down his rigid length for a few minutes and managed to coax one more orgasm out of his poker. Then, with the once-mighty prong beginning to deflate like a burst balloon, Katherine stopped and leaned back on her hands.
Brother and sister watched Jeff's cock wilt and dribble out of the tight cunt in which it had been so pleasurably buried. The red snake was dripping white come and glistening cunt juice. With a speed and grace that surprised him as well as delighting him, Katherine squirmed around and quickly took Jeff's detumescent organ into her mouth. He felt the agile tongue licking off the last droplets of his come, then Katherine gave up and quickly kissed him full on the lips.
The taste of his own come, mingled with his sister's and Antoinette's cuntal oils, was indescribably erotic and pleasing to the boy.
Jeff started in fright and pushed Katherine away when the doorbell rang. He had forgotten entirely about the people who would be coming to the party. His frightened gaze lighted on a clock, and the high school student saw that it was already after eight-thirty. That had to be some early-arriving guests at the door.
And he and everybody were stark naked !
Antoinette didn't seem concerned, and Françoise didn't hesitate in going to the door. Jeff heard the girl welcome the couple.
He tried to get up and find his clothing, but Antoinette pushed him back down. "Just stay there, Jeff. Until I've introduced you to the others, at least."
The man and woman who came into the room didn't seem the least bit surprised at finding three naked people strewn about the room. In fact, they seemed to expect it. Jeff began to understand just what sort of party he had been invited to. Not an ordinary party, not the boring kind. This was supposed to be an orgy!
He had to admit that it had gotten off to a great start. He had gotten off—to a great start!
Through the veil of shock, Jeff heard Antoinette saying, "Lane, Barbara, this is Jeff and his sister, Katherine. Do you know if Mike Hunt was planning on coming?"
The man introduced as Lane said, "Mike's always ready to come. He may even show up here, Antoinette. And if he gets wind of such a lovely creature as this," Lane inclined his head in Katherine's direction, "I'm sure he'll be here, even if he has to throw Michelle out of bed first."
They laughed heartily. Jeff had the feeling he wasn't understanding the implications of what was happening. He just felt out of place, embarrassed as well as bare-assed.
Barbara slipped to the floor beside him and began shedding her clothes. She glanced over once and said, "I could use some help, Jeff." The youth didn't have to be asked twice. When the sexy brunette was stripped down to her underwear, Jeff gazed at her odd panties.
Barbara seemed to sense his question, his re-
luctance to voice it. She supplied the answer for him. "They're called Spanky Pants. Do you know why?"
Jeff didn't, so he showed her his own answer rather than sitting and playing Twenty Questions. He quickly upended her and began to deliver stinging, stimulating blows to her firm, rounded asscheeks.
He heard Barbara exclaim, "That's why! That's why! Oh, Jeff, keep on spanking meeee! Ooooooh!"
Jeff paid a lot of attention to Barbara and didn't see Mike Hunt enter and home in on Katherine like a heat-seeker missile hunting the tailpipe of a jet. Jeff did see Mike ramming his prodigiously long prod into Katherine's ass, then saw them leave together about twenty minutes later.
His sister was well taken care of. Charles and Susan, latecomers to the party, were trying to make up for lost time. While Charles had a demonic grin on his lips, he was fucking Susan to the tune "Locomotion." It surprised Jeff how well that song lent itself to the rhythmic, in-out fucking he was watching. And with Barbara hanging around his neck constantly demanding new and different sexual adventures, he was more than content.
Content, that is, until he heard Françoise squeal, "CLAUDE!" Jeff looked toward the door and saw a powerfully built, dark-haired teenager standing outlined in the doorway.
Jeff managed to disentangle himself from Barbara's clutches for a moment and ask Antoinette. "Who's that? The tall guy with Françoise?"
Antoinette was resting after having Lane and Marty, of the Heinhardt retail fish fortune, both take her at the same time, one up her cunt while the other reamed out her asshole. The model quietly said, "That's Francoise's boyfriend. From France. I was saving it as a surprise for her. Claude telephoned yesterday, saying he would be in this country for several weeks, and I thought it would be nice to surprise her. Don't you think it's romantic, such a nice surprise?"
Jeff grunted, unsure. "I'd like to talk with you after the others have left. Okay?"
The model shrugged her shapely, bare shoulders. "Okay. But better not keep Barbara waiting. She might find someone else while you're gone!"
Jeff was almost dragged back to Barbara by her magnetic beauty. He was soon buried balls-deep inside the gorgeous brunette's cunt, trying to forget Francoise and Claude.