This story was written as an adult fantasy.
Alois sipped his wine and watched with some amusement
as his father sucked a boy’s cock. The boy sat
on the table with his legs open, and Francois cupped
his balls with his left hand, one finger of which was
inserted in the boy’s anus. Alois remembered how
Francois explained that by wiggling the finger in a
boy’s bottom, you could speed up his ejaculation.
Apparently Alois’ father was very thirsty because
this was the third prick he’d feasted on since they
got to the Club, and papa’s finger was still quite
busy.
A boy a bit older than Alois came to their table. He
was naked save for a pink ribbon tied over his nuts
that did little to conceal his half-erection. The
balls were spilling out on either side of the satin
band. “May I offer you my asshole, sir?” the boy
asked Alois. Alois smiled and said, “To fuck or to
eat?” His accent was obvious.
“Oh, whichever sir,” the young man said, his pretty
blue eyes sparkled. Alois noticed the boy wore
lipstick and mascara and had his nipples rouged and
pasted with something that made them erect.
Alois decided it was now or never. Up to this point
Alois had virtually no homosexual experience, just a
couple of blow jobs given and taken with his Parisian
cousins, and one memorable penetration. Recalling how
tight the other boy’s asshole had been on that
occasion, Alois swallowed his misgivings and said to
the entertainer, “I do believe so. Why not bend over
this table?”
“Yes sir.”
Alois stood and undid his belt, letting his pants
drop. He had no shame about being nude in public,
being a naturist at home. The club boy giggled
happily when he saw Alois’ erection. Little could he
have expected something so grand!
***
Francois Gagnon headed the French legal delegation to
the UN’s Committee on International Economic
Cooperation.
Posted to New York, rather than the expected Geneva,
Francois decided it would be ideal to bring his
children Alois and Marie Suzette along. They could
practice their English and see the wonderful city.
Yvette, his wife, had no interest in going,
preferring instead an extended vacation in Paris with
her sister’s family.
Alois and Marie Suzette were incestuous lovers and
quite open about it within the family. Both parents
had no problem with this bohemian lifestyle, and the
children happily engaged in sex with their parents as
well when the occasion warranted it. Francois had
heard Americans were open-minded about many things
but quite retrograde in their attitudes toward sex,
so he had the children pose as his son and son’s
girlfriend. They were of approximately the right age
to pass for that, and people would be far less
scandalized at the idea of a teenage girl having sex
with a boyfriend than if they knew the two were
sister and brother.
Alois was a boy of fine physique and very handsome.
He had dark hair and brown eyes and a smooth swimmers
body with a powerful chest and strong upper arms like
his father. He easily passed for 18 or 19, despite
his lack of facial hair (he hardly needed to shave
once a week). Francois took his son to a Chinese
tailor and bought fine silk suits and an assortment
of gentlemen’s chapeaux.
With Marie, Francois struggled to find a middle
ground. On the one hand she was unmistakably young,
just turned 13. Her face was that of a precious
child, and for this he had the housekeeper help teach
her all about makeup. Her body, on the other hand,
was budding perfectly into that of a young woman. She
had breasts noticeably larger than most girls that
age, and they were truly exquisite–fair, almost
translucent, soft and round. Her nipples were
practically always erect, and usually remained so
even on those rare occasions when she was not
sexually aroused. Marie Suzette’s hips had not kept
pace with her bosom, but her thighs were plump ,
lending credence to her absolutely exceptional
behind. The little girl was the lucky inheritor of
her mother’s genetic line. Francois wanted to have
Marie show her youth while basking in her sexual
maturity.
So Francois took his daughter to one of the finest
shops of Fifth Avenue, one that was very discreet,
and bought his girl a wardrobe of expensive and
stylish clothes that accentuated what she had and
concealed what she lacked. Now, just as Alois passed
for someone older, so Marie Suzette now might be
thought sixteen or so.
Of course, at home, when they were casual, especially
when they lounged around naked playing sex games,
their youth and vitality were unadorned. So too when
they went out “clubbing” where the exhibitionism of
youth was encouraged. Francois always checked for the
security of the clubs his children so loved, making
sure there were no police. The last thing he needed
was a scandal.
Francois had clubs of his own he attended. His law
firm had maintained a membership in a club back home
that catered to men with “special needs”, and there
were affiliates in New York City that welcomed him
without charge as reciprocity. While in France he
only went to his club weekly but in New York, without
his wife, he indulged his passion three or four
nights a week. He found the more he went, the more he
wanted.
“Cheeky little bastard,” a man at the next table
muttered. Francois turned his head to see what was
up. He recognized the fellow from the newspapers, an
industrialist of some sort. Overweight, florid from
drink, a huge cigar smoldering in the ashtray next to
his cocktail. Clasped to the big swell of his belly
was a naked young boy, who could not possibly be more
than eight or nine, and the little fellow was rubbing
his face on the man’s breast, through his shirt. “I’m
sorry sir?” the boy apologized not knowing for what.
“Your little ass,” the man explained almost angrily.
“Yes?”
“Well, it’s giving me another erection, boy! Do you
realize how long it’s been since I’ve had a proper
erection?”
“No, sir. You are married I fear, yes?”
“Yes, damn women. Here, child, let us retire to a
room.” So saying the man stood, his pants tented, and
took the boy by the wrist and led him to a private
room. Alois and Francois looked at the cute little
butt, so pink and round.
“I hope he’s not endowed like you,” Francois told his
son.
“Yes, papa. I think it would kill the boy.”
Alois was beginning to relax on his first visit to an
“All Gentlemen’s Club.”
He could still feel the heat of the entertainer’s
delectably tight young ass. Alois had surprised
himself by the almost immediate passion he had
developed for the boy. The concupiscent complexity of
feelings had overwhelmed him, making him spill hugely
and deeply.
“How did you like it?” Marie Suzette asked her
brother as they got ready for bed.
It was past midnight and Marie’s eyes were dark.
She’d been out “clubbing” herself with a man called
O’Toole. He was a wild and imaginative lover who
basked in Marie’s youth, insisting she go unadorned
to show off her illegal sexuality. She’d enjoyed
several partners in the preceding hours. Of course,
that made her hornier than ever.
Alois sat on the bed removing his shoes and looked up
to his sister who stood topless at the dressing table
holding her breasts up for his perusal. He smiled.
They were lovely.
“I fucked a boy up the ass,” Alois said. He stood and
undid his pants, letting them fall, then picking them
up and folding them and putting them on a chair.
“Oh Alois!” Marie gushed, “That’s wonderful,
wonderful! Did you like it? Did you cum hard?”
“Yes, it was very good. I was surprised at how good.
The boy was a bit older than me, three years older
maybe. He was almost like a girl, his bottom plump,
you know?”
“Yes, yes, tell me all about it!” Marie was
enthusiastic, for she had long wanted her brother to
start experimenting with other boys. So saying Marie
stepped out of her stained and terribly wet panties.
There must have been a cup worth of semen in their
crotch. Alois’ eyes alighted on her hairless pussy,
so maddeningly beautiful.
“It was so strange, Marie,” Alois said with deep
reflection. “You know how reserved papa can be? Well,
at the Club he was so different. He seemed younger,
more daring. He laughed easily, even told ribald
jokes. He was so charming with the other guests.”
“Papa is a very charming man,” Marie Suzette pointed
out.
“Yes, yes, but…well, he was just so different.”
Marie wanted to know more about Alois’ experience.
“What was the boy like, the one you fucked? Did you
just fuck one?”
“Oh no, two. That boy and an older man. They call
them entertainers. And I tried to suck one but I
couldn’t get him to cum somehow, I guess I’m no good
at that.” Alois smiled despite the embarrassment of
that last statement. He stood up, now regally nude,
his penis thick and heavy against his thigh.
“Come here, Marie, kiss me, I want you,” he said.
Marie was resplendent with her high soft breasts and
her narrow waist. Her knees had lost their knobbiness
as she’d gotten taller. Brother and sister melted
into each other’s arms kissing deeply. The fragrance
of Marie’s hair excited Alois and his penis stirred.
They got in bed and pulled the covers and turned out
the light. Then Marie said, “Wait! I forgot to put
out my cigarette!” She got out of bed and her eyes
found the glowing ember in the dark and she went over
and stubbed it out.
Back in bed they cuddled and kissed and she said
“Alois I’m not going to fuck you until you tell me
all about it, everything. This is so wonderful! I’m
so proud of you!”
“Okay, okay, Marie,” Alois relented, preparing to
tell the whole story.
***
“It’s called Dante’s,” Alois began, kissing his
sister lovingly, stroking her hair. He turned to lie
facing her, his thickening member warm against her
slender thigh. “Papa showed the doorman a card and we
went in. It was dark in the foyer and a young woman
took our coats and hats. That was the only woman I
saw there.”
Marie put a small hand to Alois’ muscled chest,
clasping a nipple between her second and third
fingers. “Yes? Go on.”
“We were shown to a table and papa ordered us drinks,
which were served by a naked boy younger than me.
Almost all the staff and entertainers are young,
Marie. I asked Papa about that and he said most of
the guests want youth, but there were a few men in
their late teens or in their twenties. There was
recorded music and the air was redolent with the
smell of flowers. It was a very nice place. Quite
Georgian, I believe the term is. Ornate, fleur de
lis, that sort of thing, but definitely British in
decor.”
“I want to know about the fucking,” Marie insisted,
her little cunt churning with excitement.
“All in due time, sister. You asked me to tell you
all about it, so let me tell it.
“Anyway, papa flagged over a waiter and said ‘Fetch
us two boys with erections, about twelve.’ I couldn’t
help but smile when papa said that. It was obvious he
has very definite tastes.” Alois chuckled in the
dark, one strong hand gripping Marie’s buttocks.
“So the boys came and we sucked them. Papa was very
ingenious and made his boy cum almost immediately,
wiggling a finger in the boy’s bottom. I tried as
hard as I could but for some reason my boy couldn’t
cum. His penis was small and wrinkly and more like my
little finger crooked than a real penis, I think. But
his testicles were so perfect, Marie, you should have
seen them. Like little candies. I will never forget
how they smelled when I sniffed them. I even licked
his hole!”
Marie shivered when Alois told her that. She rubbed
her head against his arm, snuggling under his pit,
nibbling the side of his chest.
Alois said, “My cock is completely hard now, Marie,
do you want to fuck?”
“No, not yet. Tell me more.”
“All right. Papa ordered I think five boys, almost
one after the other. He just sucked and sucked. The
younger they were the better, it seemed. He made them
all cum.
“Then an entertainer came over and offered me his
anus, to suck or perforate as I chose. I decided to
get it over with. I must admit, Marie, I felt of two
minds. On the one hand I was eager to dispense my
sperm, but on the other I felt it more appropriate to
seek out a girl for this use, you understand?”
“I know,” Marie consoled her brother.
“Anyhow, I mounted him, with him over the table. His
bottom was round like a girl’s, and he wore lipstick
and mascara. I think he was gay probably. I could see
spots of sperm on his anus and for the first time I
really looked at a man’s rectum. It was like a girl’s
I suppose, but a bit hairy, and this one had a small
protuberance on the left lower quarter of his bud,
very small. The tip of that was shiny and whitish,
and I wonder now if it might have been what they call
an anal wart?”
Marie thought about it, trying to remember health
class. She finally said, “I don’t know, Alois. I
don’t think I ever saw one of those. But you fucked
him, right?”
“Oh, yes! Most definitely. When he saw my cock he
smiled so happily. He acted like I was some kind of
god or something. I have to admit I haven’t felt such
power coursing through my veins since that night with
the witch Nonette.
Anyway, I greased him up with the compound that they
have on each table, and forced my penis into him, and
to my pleasure I was able to go in all the way on the
very first thrust. Papa watched me and gave me
encouragement. He said ‘Do not be gentle, Alois,
these entertainers are men, hard stuff, not like
those girls you use. Fuck him.’ I did just that. The
entertainer asked me how large I was and I could not
remember how to convert metric to British measures,
and papa told him ‘Eleven inches, and nearly eight in
circumference.’
I was grateful for papa doing that because at that
point mathematics was beyond me. The heat, the fit of
that entertainer’s bottom was truly more than I ever
expected. I came so hard in him I almost collapsed.
Marie was so excited she was chewing on Alois’
underarm hair, and her body shook with orgasm. She
actually pulled out one of his hairs with her teeth,
causing Alois to convulse in mild pain and squeeze
her head with his hard bicep.
“Marie!” he barked, “Oh God!” and he pulled her face
to his and kissed her, licking her nose, her eyelids.
“I want to put it in you, please!” he begged.
“Soon, Alois, soon, but tell me the story,” Marie
Suzette insisted.
“Papa said ‘When you finish with one you send him
away. No cozening and girlish twaddle, you have your
cum and get the boy out of your sight and then take
another. That’s the mark of a true man.’ So I bade
the fellow leave.
Actually, I was rather smitten by him, if you can
understand. It’s hard to explain. But yes, I sent him
away. Papa of course kept ordering one boy after
another. I was amazed at how much sperm he drank, and
the more he had the more he wanted. He was like a
hungry bear. Finally I asked ‘Papa, aren’t you going
to fuck someone?’ and he said ‘I’ve been waiting for
you to ask, Alois. Yes, now let’s go to a room
together and have some real fun!’
“And so papa and I collected our clothes and drinks
and went to a room called a ‘semi’. That means
semiprivate. Many of the guests like a cross between
the open groping of the salon and the quiet of a
private room. There were three other guests there and
six boys, ranging in age from about eight or nine to
sixteen. The guests were like us, well dressed,
refined. Papa pointed out to me the Swazi Ambassador
to the UN, whose cock is bigger than mine. He was
fucking one of the older boys.
I took a very pretty Negro boy who was a little
younger than me, and I sucked his cock. It was uncut
and rather smelly, but he had the most delightful
buttocks, so dark they were purple, and smooth as a
juniper jelly. His anus was almost white. When he
spurted in my mouth I was taken by surprise. I
swallowed it, and it was sweet. Not sweet in some
euphemistic sense, Marie, I mean actually sweet. I
understood what men mean when they talk about ‘the
nectar of the gods’. I sucked the boy again. Funny,
he never said a word the whole time.
“Papa meanwhile was kissing a little boy and stroking
his long hair, making love to him in a very
passionate way. He looked North African, Berber. Blue
eyes, dark skin. ‘Come watch,’ papa said and I got on
the floor to see better, while the boy sat on his
penis. I had never before seen a cock go into a male
anus at that angle, and I believe the child must have
done this a lot before because his aperture opened
easily while papa slid his manhood into him.
The little fellow was stretched open so widely I
could not believe it did not hurt and yet it must not
have, because he was whimpering and licking our
father’s chest and terribly excited. When papa came
it was very intense and the sperm bubbled out the
hole, unable to be contained. He was sunk all the way
to his balls in the boy. Papa swung him around so he
was facing me and his penis was maybe only an inch
long and hard as a little bean. I flicked my finger
over it and the boy whispered something and then
there was a little slickness on the tip of it. I
think he came.”
“Oh my God Alois!” Marie groaned, and she had three
fingers inside herself now.
“This is so hot!”
“There’s more,” Alois cautioned. “You wanted to hear
it all, yes?”
“Yes!”
“I put my cock in the boy’s mouth!” Alois told her,
as the same time he inserted his middle finger in
Marie’s womb.
“You didn’t! You did! Oh, Alois, I am so happy for
you!” Marie had hardly dared hope for this. Though
more than two years younger than her brother, Marie
Suzette Gagnon was really the sexual dynamo of the
family, far more open minded than her brother, and
she desperately wanted to guide him to a carefree
life of unbridled bi-sexual promiscuity. Slowly her
dream was being realized, thanks tonight to her
father’s taking him to a men’s Club. It made Marie’s
little pussy quiver to hear her brother confess to
initiating a sex act on the one inch penis of a seven
or eight year old foreign boy.
They snuggled and kissed. Alois’ member was insistent
against her cunt and she let him push it in. Her
eyeballs trembled in the dark as he entered her
wetness. “You fucked another man though?” Marie
wanted to hear.
“Yes, I ‘ordered’, and how funny that sounds, it’s
like calling for a pizza or something, I ordered a
man. I said to the server, ‘Nineteen, white, eight
inches.’ Papa smiled at me like I was a professional.
In a trice there was a man there, just what I’d
ordered. His cock was hard. I told him to prepare for
an anal penetration and he just pulled open his ass.
It was almost funny, Marie. I fucked him and came.”
“Did you do it standing?” Marie pestered.
“Yes, why did you ask?”
“I always think of men doing it standing, I don’t
know why.”
“Well, that’s what happened. I spent pretty hard
too.”
Now Alois concentrated on his little sister. Her cunt
was like slimy warm rubber bands around his throbbing
hardness.
Alois fucked her slowly and with intense devotion.
His open palm lay on her pubis, feeling his hardness
through her tummy. He continued the story: “So at
last papa was tired, and we decided to leave. On the
way out the girl gave us back our coats and hats and
we gave her a large tip. One hundred dollars. Papa
explained that all tips were divided among the
entertainers after the clients left, the girl at the
coat stand only got a dollar. So I gave her a ten-
dollar bill myself. She was very pleased by that.
“Then we stood at the door for the cab. Apparently
there is one cab company for that place. You wait a
bit but there is no judgment, you know?”
“I want to ride you, big brother,” Marie told Alois.
“Yes, do,” Alois sighed.
He lay flat on his back and Marie straddled his
broadening hips, his massive erection two thirds of
the way inside her stretched young pussy as she rose
up to peck his nose and lick his eyelashes. “Like a
pony,” he moaned.
“You’re the pony,” she corrected.
Alois lay dreamy and content. “That boy with the
mascara,” she went on, “Was he gay really?”
“I think he must have been,” Alois said.
Marie was not so sure. She was very skeptical about
male homosexuality. In her opinion, men were by
nature bi-sexual, and homosexuality was primarily a
feminine thing. But then again, maybe it existed.
What did she know, she admitted to herself, for she
was only a girl.
Nasty Alois, she thought, he is doing that thing to
me! Indeed, her brother was doing the one thing her
little body could not take without going into
continuous convulsions: he was licking and chewing on
her throat as she stretched out over him trying to
form wings like an angel and envelope his adolescent
manhood. Funny how of all the sex parts of her
oversexed body, this non-sexual neck of hers was the
most sensitive of all.
Each loving nibble rocked her, knocked the wind out
of her. Then he lifted her up with his powerful arms
and made her swelling bosoms depend over his mouth.
Rocking her about as surely as a mariner steers a
sailboat, Alois made both nipples conjoin between his
teeth, and pulled them taut. With all eleven inches
of his prick in her, she felt his upward thrusts. Her
whole body was stretch like a bow.
Now it happened to her, what had happened to Alois
once. Yes, a year ago in the village, when Alois and
Beatrice and Francine had gone out clubbing. That
night the three of them had met the ancient witch
Nonette, who took Alois into her womb and was
galvanized back into youth. Hundreds upon hundreds of
years old she had been, ancient, haggard, and
wizened.
And when Alois and Nonette coupled the world had
stopped in its orbit and a cascade of light had
descended upon them. Now in this New York condo,
brother and sister fucking and in love, the light
shone down on them again. Alois opened his sleepy
loving eyes and beheld his sister’s radiance,
emanating an electrical effulgence.
“Please put your semen in me,” Marie Suzette begged
him.
“Yes.”
He reached up and took her shoulders and pulled her
down again, and bit her throat. He bled his sperm
into her.
“Oh my God Alois, you’re like a vampire!” Marie cried
out melting.
“Succulent.”
“Yes, fuck me.”
“The blood is the life!” Alois laughed, as Marie’s
left hand squeezed his balls, feeling them contract.
His ejaculation was of a strength hitherto unknown to
either of them.
In the morning Marie would awake and actually find
pooled blood on the sheet. She was not having her
period, as she always took her pills and skipped them
anyway. There was nothing wrong with her vagina. She
lifted Alois’ penis while he slept and with the
utmost gentleness opened his urethra. A tiny blister.
He had actually burst a cell from the intensity of
his ejaculation. Poor boy. Oh, dear sweet brother!
Marie curled up under the blanket with her hair
wrapped around her brother’s penis. Soon enough he
would wake.