Chapter 9

Antoine arrived at the summer house in Ste. Agathe des Monts shortly after noon. He circled the area carefully, satisfying himself that there was no one sitting off somewhere and watching. Oh, there was a car parked a ways down the road, but there was no one in it and he laughed a little tightly to himself. His guilty conscience was run-ning away with him already. Driving by, he had seen Ginny's yellow Fiat parked to the side of the house and sensibly he'd decided to leave his own car in a nearby wood and walk the distance.

She'd been waiting for him when he entered through the side patio, waiting in nothing but a sheer negligee she'd brought with her, no less, and when he walked in she ran to him, throwing her- self into his arms, her mouth finding his passion-ately, the soft flesh of her round, sensuous body grinding hotly against his own.

"Darling... darling... I thought you'd never get here," she hissed into his mouth, her tiny tongue darting out to paint his lips and search into his mouth covetously.

All the way he hadn't been able to take his mind from Madeleine or Uncle Gaston, his guilt over what he was about to do damned near unnerving him. Twice, he had almost turned back... now, he was glad that he hadn't. He enfolded her into his arms and kissed her hungrily, feeling his prick immediately beginning to harden.

Ginny laughed warmly, her lovely eyes searching his own excitedly as her hand dropped between them to trace the outline of his stiffening penis.

"I can see that you're as ready as I am, Lover," she whispered, gently fondling and caressing his thickening cock through his trousers.

"Christ... !" he gasped, pulling her tightly to him, his hand moving inside her negligee to cup her firm, hard-nippled breast and taking her breath away with a whimper. "I could hardly sleep last night, just thinking about you, Cheri... and this moment."

"Oh... oh God," she moaned. "Come on, let's go upstairs to the bedroom where we can get everything off. I want to go over you with a fine tooth comb... explore every nook and cranny of you. My God... I want you... need you so bad, Antoine darling."

He kissed her again, then gallantly lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs while she kissed his eyes and nose and lips, then traced her tiny wet tongue lavingly over his every feature. He lay her down on the bed, stepped back and smiled.

"Undress," she said. "Hurry, Darling undress so I can see you."

Antoine swallowed with an effort. His prick was jerking in his pants and she was watching it, laughing delightedly, sitting up to slip out of her negligee as he fumbled with his clothes, her eyes widening excitedly the moment he dropped his pants, and even more so as his shorts followed.

"Oh... oh, my God, Darling... its beautiful!" she breathed heavily, staring at his erect and throbbing shaft of hardened cock standing out from his naked loins with a proud, almost mean- looking upthrust. "Oh God," she moaned, rolling to the edge of the bed, hands outstretched toward it. "Bring it here to me so that I can love it."

Antoine could barely breathe with the desire she had already aroused in him. He moved toward the bed and she reached out, gently taking his prick between her two hands.

"Hmmmmm," she cooed with a loving little smile, her sea-green eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of his long, thick member. "Oh Darling, it's going to make me so happy... I know it is," she mewled.

Antoine groaned aloud as her soft hands caressed his pulsing shaft, and he saw the tiny drops of seminal fluid that oozed from its tip in his mounting lust. She brought it closer to her face while he watched entranced as her white, delicate hand stroked it, drawing the thick foreskin back back and forth... and then suddenly, she leaned forward, her small pink tongue flicked out to lick away the moisture at its tip. His knees went limp as he watched her oval her open mouth and press her wet lips warmly over its swollen head... slowly sliding his cock into the delightful haven of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working against its heavy veined, desire-hardened flesh in tantalizing enchantment: then, as slowly did she draw off of it, her encircled lips sucking their way to its very tip, and he could feel the unbelievable swirling motions of her tongue until finally her tongue-tip taunted at the tiny split of its end before she sucked it all the way into her mouth once more.

Christ... it was beyond belief. Heavenly! He'd blow his mind! But then, she stopped and looked up at him.

"My Darling, I'd love to suck the cum from it... and I will, but not yet. I want you to come down here and hold me first... make love to me with feeling... kiss my breasts and run your hands over my body. I-I need that so badly, Lover... someone with warmth and feeling who cares whether I live or die... Please, Antoine..." she pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her eyes. "Make me feel like a woman..."

He threw himself down onto her, close to tears himself at her emotional expression of her need, and his hands gently caressed the warm, silken flesh of her body, exploring the secret hollows and creases while his mouth and tongue sought the erogenous areas of her breasts, underarms and navel... eventually even the sparse, golden, hair-covered mound of her pussy... and he lay between her wanting, spread thighs, his face a scant inch above the thin, pink slit, not touching it with his hands, but licking the tight furrow from between the creamy spheres of her buttocks up to its very tip at the base of her belly, then down again and back up... gradually insinuating his stiffening tongue between the already palpitating lips, always going deeper into her, the taste of her affecting him like some rare vintage wine, while the moans and choking purls grew audibly in her throat and tossing head.

He found her throbbing clitoris and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth nibbling tenderly, his tongue swirling and taunting it with maddening delight, until suddenly she could no longer stand her own abstinence.

"Oh God, Lover, turn around. Let me have that beautiful cock to suck. Hurry! I want it in my mouth..."

Antoine responded automatically, his heart pounding in his chest as he spread his legs over her face, his open crotch above her and mere inches from her mouth. Excitedly, she pulled him down to her, hands clutching at his hips, and he felt her tongue on the inside of his thigh near his balls, hot and wet, and then it was tracing the seam of his sac in a wild, exhilarating sensation... up through the crevice of his ass to his very asshole, licking and probing at the tight orifice wetly... then retracing its course over his balls and along the underside of his prick... until suddenly, he felt the warm, wet cavern of her lips slipping over the blood-inflated head and drew it with a sucking exertion nearly down into her throat.

Rhythmically, she sucked, and rhythmically, he licked. Christ in heaven! There'd never been anything like this before in his life! He'd lose his goddamned mind if he didn't cum soon. His balls were about to explode already! Damn, he was no match for her... could never satisfy her; he was certain of it. She was going to suck him right to climax if he didn't stop her! But maybe... maybe, if he fucked her... He didn't want to be shamed... not satisfy her...

"Wh-Where are you going?" she whimpered as he climbed off of her, the expression on her passion-twisted face letting him know the extent of her ecstasy.

He crawled up over her between her legs, spreading her thighs with his knees, and she drew them up and back, a smile lighting her face. "I'm going to fuck you," he said, endeavoring to sound as positive as he could. "We've played around long enough... now, we make love."