Chapter 4
Bob heard a door open.
He opened his eyes and blinked. Where the hell was he?
"Good morning," he heard a soft voice say. "You certainly sleep soundly."
Angelique smiled down at his naked body as she stood beside the bed, coffee cup in hand.
"I had good reason to," Bob said, remembering the wild night they had spent together.
"You have to be anywhere today."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly three," Angelique said, sitting on the side of the bed beside him.
She was wearing a sheer wrap that did little to hide her body--that perfect body. Bob could already feel the stirrings of desire in his groin as he watched her settle beside him.
"I have some kind of a cocktail party at five," he said, laying back against the satin pillow that he had pulled up behind him.
"Good, then we can have a late breakfast before you go."-
Breakfast, Bob thought. At three in the afternoon? He could get used to this lifestyle-really easily.
"Sounds good to me," Bob grinned. "In fact, about anything you would have to say would sound good to me right now."
"You must behave," Angelique said as she eluded the hand that reached for her. She stood up beside the bed and asked, "Coffee?"
"I'll settle for that-for now," Bob smiled. His cock was getting hard as he watched Angelique slide across the room to a bureau on which stood a silver coffee pot. He watched her graceful movements as she poured a cup for him.
"Milk? Sugar?" she asked, turning to Bob.
"Anything you say," he said agreeably.
"You are impossible."
She prepared the coffee and seemed to glide back across the room to where Bob lay propped up in bed. Settling once more on the bed, but far enough from him so that he could not grab at her, Angelique handed Bob the coffee cup.
"Merci," he said, in a deplorable accent.
Angelique grinned. She liked this American.
"Angelique! Are you ready?"
The door burst open and there stood Philippe.
"Don't you knock?" Angelique asked, petulantly, turning to regard her brother.
"Sorry," he said, taking note of Bob lying naked on the bed.
"Good morning," Bob grunted, pulling a sheet quickly over him to hide his nakedness.
"Good morning," Philippe said, smiling.
"Get yourself some coffee," Angelique said. "I'm not going."
"Not going?" Philippe complained. "Why not?"
"I think that's pretty obvious," Angelique said. "I have something better to do than go on some stupid picnic with those stupid people."
"They are not stupid people," Philippe said. "They are my friends."
"They may be perfectly charming," Angelique said, "but I have a previous engagement."
"Suit yourself," Philippe said. "But you'll be missing a good time."
"I doubt that," Angelique rejoined.
Philippe filled a cup with coffee for himself and plopped down on the opposite side of the bed from his sister. Bob was trapped between them.
He noted the aroma of Philippe as the young blonde Frenchman stretched his long legs out. It was a fresh smell, like the sea.
Something about the smell of Philippe excited Bob. He felt his cock which had gone flaccid when the young man entered the room begin to swell again. He crossed his legs under the sheet so that the bulge would not become noticeable, he could not understand the strange effect the nearness of this young blonde Frenchman had on. him whenever they were close to one another. It disturbed him greatly.
"Perhaps your friend would like to come on the picnic as well," Philippe said.
"Perhaps not," Angelique said quickly.
Bob felt like a tennis ball.
"Monsieur, I put it to you: would you enjoy spending an afternoon in the company of some of the most beautiful people in France at an old chateau just outside of town, eating some of the finest French cuisine?" Philippe asked.
Bob looked at Angelique.
She gave no hint of her feelings.
"Perhaps," Bob said, uncomfortably. He felt himself drawn to Philippe, but didn't understand why and the feeling disturbed him deeply.
"Then it's settled," Philippe said.
"Settled!" Angelique exclaimed. " 'Perhaps,' does not mean settled."
"Well, if you're going to be difficult about it," Philippe said.
"Now, wait a minute, you two," Bob interrupted the badinage between brother and sister. "Let me make up my own mind. I do have a commitment this afternoon, but tell me about this picnic, it might amuse me."
"There, see," Philippe said. "He is interested."
"He is not interested," Angelique said. "He is merely polite."
"He is interested," interjected Bob. "Tell him about it."
Philippe gave Angelique a look. She sipped her coffee and turned away from Bob.
Philippe's hand touched Bob's knee through the sheet. An electric shock went through Bob's whole body. The feeling was more intense than anything he had every felt.
"It is like this," Philippe said. "We have arranged to spend some time in the home of one of my closest friends. He is a viscount and the house is very old. We will have fine food and good companionship and much fun."
"They are all degenerates," Angelique said. "Perverts and sex maniacs."
"Now you're talking," Bob grinned. "Just my kind of people."
Philippe laughed and Bob did too-perhaps too much. The young man was still holding his hand on Bob's knee through the sheet and Bob's cock was getting harder and harder by the minute.
"Then come with us," Philippe said. "Never mind what my sister, the nun says."
Nun would hardly be the word Bob would have used to describe the sex toy that he had enjoyed the night before.
"Very well," Angelique said. "Do what you want. I will have no part of it."
"Please," Bob said. "I don't want to cause problems between the two of you."
"There is no problem," Angelique said. "You prefer the company of my brother and his degenerate friends, you are welcome to them."
She stood up and walked toward the bathroom door. She did not look back, but went through the door and closed it behind her.
"Excuse my sister," Philippe said when the door had closed. "She is sometimes difficult."
Bob felt uncomfortable now that he was alone with Philippe, especially since he was naked with a roaring hard-on and the young blonde man was still resting a gentle hand on his knee.
"Maybe I'd better pass on the picnic," Bob said. "I do, after all, have an assignment from my magazine to cover the film festival."
"You can hear all about it at tomorrow's cocktail party," Philippe argued. "There is never anything new at the festival. It's all the same old shit."
Bob resisted, slightly. He had to admit that the idea sounded intriguing. There were several more days of the festival and he was drawn to Philippe. It might be interesting to see who his friends were.
"Alright," Bob said. "I'll come."
"Magnifique!" Philippe exclaimed. He leaped up and kissed Bob full on the mouth and then darted across the room to the door. "Be ready in half an hour."
Bob lay on the bed stunned.
He had never been kissed like that by a man before. And he had to admit he was excited by it. His cock did not lie.
"You are going?" Angelique said, coming out of the bathroom. She had heard everything.
Perhaps she had not seen the kiss.
"Yes," Bob said. "I think it sounds like fun."
"Then I will come too," Angelique said. "I wouldn't want to trust you with that mob of vultures. They'd eat you alive."
"Really," said Bob. "An interesting idea."
Angelique threw herself onto the bed on top of Bob, laughing.
"You are impossible," she laughed.
"On the contrary," Bob said. "I am more than possible-I'm a push over."
He had to admit that the "picnic" was not quite what he had expected. They certainly didn't have "picnics" like this back home.
First of all, as soon as they were in the chateau, which was incredibly beautiful, everyone had removed his or her clothes.
"You must strip," Philippe informed him. "It is de rigueur."
Bob was not a prude, but he had never been in a situation like this before. "What the hell," he thought. "You only live once."
The group of people that Philippe was involved with, Bob had to admit, were beautiful-some of the most beautiful young men and women he had ever seen, they seemed totally unaffected by the nudity of the situation. It seemed to them the natural state of affairs. As soon as he had his clothes off, he too began to feel quite comfortable. Even though he had to fight a tendency to get a hard-on. So much gorgeous naked flesh in such close proximity was more than exciting-it was intoxicating.
With Angelique he felt quite natural. He stuck to her like glue.
"Are you having a good time," the young woman said to him as she noted Bob's expression. He was watching a couple of young men kiss one another on the mouth.
"Somehow I have the feeling we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto," he said.
"What?" Angelique asked.
"Skip it," Bob said.
They were in the main salon of the old chateau, a huge room filled with ancient furniture and some of the most ornate pieces of sculpture that Bob had ever seen. It was like something from a Gothic horror film, but there was no horror here, only the beautiful young people and an underlying feeling of the most incredible sensuality that Bob had ever experienced. He knew that this whole thing was going to turn into one mass orgy and he was just about ready for it. Just about, but he was not ready to let go of Angelique for a minute. He wanted her near him.
Bob and Angelique settled onto a gold brocade sofa and he tasted the wine that had been given him by Philippe. It was a good French wine, Bob could tell that. What kind he didn't know and couldn't have cared less. What mattered was that he was in this situation and he was determined to make the best of it, whatever happened.
"You are not uncomfortable?" Angelique asked him.
"Not really," Bob admitted. "It's okay."
He was watching as the group of about twenty people paired and tripled off. They were mingling as people do at any cocktail party-but they were naked.
Across the room from him two young men and a pretty young girl were getting friendly. The two young men were kissing the girl's breasts, fondling them as she played with their cocks.
"That's Paul and Desmond," Angelique pointed out. "They always like to share. They are cousins."
"Who's the girl?" Bob asked, establishing his heterosexuality in his own mind.
"Jeanne is her name," Angelique said. "She is a friend of Philippe's."
Jeanne was stunning. She had long black hair that reached below her shoulders. It was pulled back now as she stretched out on the couch where Paul and Desmond were arranged on either side of her. She was obviously enjoying the two young men-her hands encircled their cocks as they kissed and licked at her tits. Their hands explored her body and she opened up to them, giving them the opportunity to reach between her thighs and feel the softness of her silky skin.
Bob felt his cock getting hard. But it didn't seem to matter. No one was paying any particular attention to him. Except Angelique.
She slipped down to her knees in front of him as he stretched back on the sofa and he felt her mouth encircle the head of his cock as he watched the threesome just directly across from them begin to really get into it.
Jeanne lay back on the couch as Bob was doing. She was savoring the feel of the young men's mouths on her breasts. He could see that her nipples were getting stiff. One of the young men, either Paul or Desmond (it didn't matter much), slid to his knees in front of Jeanne and began to tongue her twat as the other young man knelt on the couch and placed his cock in a position for Jeanne to suck on it.
Jeanne opened her mouth and took the head of the dick into it. He could see the tremor run through Paul's body (he decided this one was Paul). Desmond licked at Jeanne's cunt while she sucked on Paul's cock and Angelique took the whole length of Bob's dick into her mouth while she cupped his balls in her hand, feeling the heavy weight of them.
"Ohhhhhh, yesssss," Bob hissed. "Suck it, pretty baby, suck daddy's cock."
Jeanne was giving Paul a great blow job while Bob was getting his sucked by Angelique. It was as though he were watching what was happening to himself in a mirror across the room. He identified each stroke that she was giving the young man's huge cock as Angelique sucked on his own.
Then he was amazed to see that Desmond reached up his hand and began to play with Paul's ass while he was being sucked by Jeanne. Paul did not resist the action. Rather he leaned back, pushing his ass backwards so that Desmond could slide a finger inside his ass-hole.
Jesus! that must hurt, Bob thought. But the thought of it excited him more than he had thought possible. He jerked his hips forward, driving his dick into Angelique's eager, sucking mouth as he watched Desmond finger-fuck Paul while Jeanne sucked on his cock.
This was wild! Bob thought, absolutely wild!
Desmond drove his finger all the way into Paul's ass-hole and Paul hunched backwards, his large balls hanging loose between his thighs as the girl sucked his cock. Desmond gripped the hanging nuts with his remaining fingers as he fucked the handsome young man's butt. He pulled the sack of nuts backwards with the same strong strokes that he was fucking him with.
Jeanne was squirming under the ministrations of Desmond's tongue in her cunt as she sucked on Paul's thick cock. Bob could just feel the hot tongue of the young woman as it licked around the head of Paul's prick because Angelique was giving him the same action.
He became aware of a presence behind him and turned his head just enough to see Philippe standing naked behind him, watching the scene that was being played out. Philippe's long, thick cock was half hard, hangingjust inches from Bob's face. Bob felt a hot rush shoot through his whole body. The cock of the young blonde Frenchman looked so inviting. It looked like it would just fit into his mouth. All he had to do was lean back, open his lips and then Philippe would only have to take a step forward and Bob could suck on it.
Bob quickly turned back to watch the trio across the room. He was not ready for thoughts like those. He was not ready to take another man's cock in his mouth-no, not him!
"You are enjoying yourself?" Philippe's quiet voice asked. There was an undertone to the voice that gave Bob a thrill.
"Sure," Bob said. "A hell of a picnic, buddy."
Philippe laughed and walked away.
Bob turned his attention to another scene that was happening. This was all male.
Two hot young studs were locked in an embrace on the floor in front of the fireplace that was big enough to step inside. Their bodies were entwined around one another's and Bob could see the heavy sacks of their nuts and their large cocks rubbing against one another as they sweatily wrestled with each other on the hearth rug.
The hard tight muscles of their asses contracted and expanded as they grew more and more excited. Bob could feel the heat coming from their bodies all the way across the room.
Meanwhile, Desmond had moved up to his knees and was rimming Paul's ass-hole while he rammed a finger into Jeanne's twat. The girl was going wild now. She was jerking her body back and forth on the sofa, taking the finger-fucking with all the force of Desmond's hand while she gave Paul the blow job of his life. Sucking, licking, taking the whole cock into her mouth.
Desmond's tongue was darting in and out of Paul's butt while he gripped the young man's nuts hard and held on.
Bob's cock was throbbing as he gripped Angelique's head and pushed it all the way down on his thick cock, humping and ramming it hard. He fucked the young woman's face while she knelt in front of him. He loved the feel of her hot, wet tongue as it slithered around the head of his dick and down the shaft. He tightened the muscles of his ass, wondering what it would feel like to have Desmond's tongue up there. Or Philippe's.
Damn! he thought. There I go, off on that fucking brother of hers again. What is wrong with me?
He pushed the thought from his head. This was too good an experience to waste on confusing issues.
Fuck that mouth, he thought. Giving instructions to Paul who was now really ramming it to Jeanne, fucking her face as hard as Bob was fucking Angelique's. Give it to her, he thought. Give it to that fucking bitch. Fuck that mouth. Fuck it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Bob was holding Angelique by the back of her head, forcing her all the way down on his dick, giving it to her, ramming it home while he watched Desmond fuck Paul with his tongue.
The two young men on the rug in front of the fireplace had gotten more intricate now. They had each other's cocks in their mouths and were sucking away like hungry babies with mama's nipples.
Take that cock, Bob thought. Take it all, you cocksuckers. He watched as the two men sixty-nined, ramming their dicks down each other's throats, fucking each other in the face just as he was fucking Angelique in the face, giving her his dick, ramming his cock down her throat, gagging the woman, making her choke as all around him men and women and men and men and all possible combinations were letting go of their base passions, fucking and sucking and having lithe time of their lives.
Angelique pulled herself off Bob's cock.
He lay back on the couch, panting. He was ready to cum. But she was not ready to take it yet.
She crawled up onto the sofa and straddled his legs, positioning herself so that she could slide down on his meat.
She gripped the shaft of Bob's cock and held it steady while she lowered herself downwards, her legs spread, her hot, sweet aroma wafting to Bob's nostrils like honey.
Ahhhhhhhhh! he thought as he felt the tight grip of her cunt encircle the thick head of his shaft and then slide-down, down, down. All the way to the nuts. Taking the hot, thick shaft of his cock into her sweet, tight pussy.
Bob leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck, suck hard on it. He felt the sense of shock run through her body as he gripped the nipple in his teeth and began to nibble.
"Eeeeee!" she exclaimed as he bit into her flesh.
His cock was ramming deep into her cunt as she rode it. Taking it all, taking it deep into her hot, wet love hole.
Desmond was up on his feet now, standing behind Paul while Paul rammed his meat into Jeanne's mouth. Desmond took the shaft of his cock and held it tight in his hand, wetting the tip of his cock with spittle and pushing it against the moist opening of the ass-hole that he had been licking. He rammed and Paul let out a yell as he felt his cousin's cock slip into his anus.
"Fuck that ass," Bob thought, "fuck that damned ass."
He felt his own cock turn to steel inside Angelique's hot pussy as he watched the young man fuck his cousin. He loved the idea of it. He loved the idea that it was his cock and Philippe's ass. He knew now that he wanted to fuck Philippe. He had to have that ass. He had to!
Jeanne was getting fucked in the face while Paul was getting it up the ass. He had straddled her face and Desmond was now holding his hips and ramming the long, thick cock into his cousin's tight ass-hole as the young man rammed it into the girl's mouth.
"Fuck that ass, fuck that face," Bob thought. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
He glanced once more at the two men on the floor who ere really going at it, taking each other's dicks into their mouths and really going at it. Suck, suck , suck.
They were stretched out full-length on the floor. One of the men was lying on his back and the other one was above him, ramming his cock downwards like he was doing pushups into his buddy's mouth. His own mouth was working double time, taking the whole thick shaft of the other man's prick into it. He was really sucking that cock-sucker's dick, taking all the guy had to offer while he stuffed his own sausage all the way down the other guy's gullet.
Bob could almost taste the meat as he looked at the two of them sucking on each other's pricks. He could almost feel the heat and tightness of Paul's ass-hole as Desmond rammed his meat all the way into the nuts and pulled out and then rammed deep again. He could really feel the heat of Angelique's wet pussy as she rode him like a bronc. She was sweating now with her exertions, driving Bob's cock deeper and deeper into her hot, wet pussyhood while Bob grabbed hold of both her nipples and pinched them with his fingers.
The nipples responded, hard and stiff as the young Frenchwoman bounced up and down on Bob's cock, giving him a really hot fuck.
He looked quickly around for Philippe. But he could not find him. He must have gone upstairs or something. He was no where to be seen in the room that was filled with people fucking and sucking and there seemed to be no particular order to it-just bodies-male, female, male, male, female, female. Just naked, hot flesh-all around him.
Fucking.
Sucking.
Having the best time that Bob could ever imagine.
And here was good old Bob just fucking away like a rabbit while he watched this incredible scene of hot young nymphs and satyrs going at it-all around him.
Angelique let out a howl of sheer animal pleasure as she felt the first hot spurts of Bob's cum explode inside her hot pussy. She gripped the shaft of his cock with her cunt muscles and squeezed hard as she rode him like a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Taking it all, squeezing that hot, sweet cream from his cockshaft as Bob threw his head back and let her rip.
Desmond gripped Paul's hips and rammed deep, holding tight as his own load dropped like an A-bomb inside his cousin's ass-hole.
Paul's body jerked as he took the load and let go of his own into Jeanne's mouth. The girl sputtered and gagged as the hot, thick white cream filled her hot mouth. She took it though, took it all.
Desmond's prick dripped cum as he pulled it abruptly from Paul's mouth.
Paul quickly bent around, not pulling his cock out of Jeanne's mouth and sucked the load from his cousin's cock as he rammed his own dick down the girl's throat.
The two men on the floor let go with their loads, taking it all deep into their mouths as they fucked each other harder and harder, rolling on the floor with their cocks buried in one another's hot, hungry mouths.
Bob gasped as he felt the tight contractions of
Angelique's pussy as she milked him dry, taking all he had to offer and begging more-more! There was nothing that would satisfy this hot cunt, he thought, only more-more-more.