Chapter 4

Claire soaked for a long time in the big white porcelain tub that stood on shiny brass legs over the tile floor of the bathroom. She rubbed herself with soap again, and ducked back under the water to rinse. The men had taken baths first quickly so she could bathe last and take her time. She had left them sitting in thick white terrycloth robes smoking on the balcony that looked out over the Mississippi. She ducked under water again and picked up her wine glass from the table next to the tub. She frowned. It was empty, so she decided it was time for the bath to be over.

She got out of the tub and dried on a thick terrycloth towel like the robes, then slipped on the robe Andre had left for her and tied it around her waist. Toweling her hair, she made her way across the dark parlor toward the doorway to the balcony. It was lighted by moonlight shining over the water.

The two men were sitting in wicker chairs drawn close together on the far side of the balcony with their feet propped up on the railing. They moved quickly, putting their feet on the floor when they hear her approach. In the moonlight, Claire saw Bart remove his arm from across the Andre's shoulder, and Andre moved an arm too that may have been resting on Bart's leg, but Claire could not be sure because the men had their backs to her.

What she had seen seemed odd, even for two men who were very close friends.

Andre stood up and took her hand.

"More wine?" he asked.

"A little," she said. "Thank you."

He left the balcony for a moment and Claire sat in the chair where he had been next to Bart. She looked at the man.

"Did Andre have his hand on our leg?" she asked. She was giddy from the wine. Perhaps she had been mistaken.

"Frenchmen are like that," Bart said. "They show other men more affection than American men do."

"Oh," Claire said. "Don't you mind his doing that to you?"

"Why would I mind?"

"I don’t know. It just seems odd."

"Why’s that?"

"I don't know," she said again. "It just does."

"You're not the only one who's willing to try anything once," he said and chuckled.

She thought showing that kind of affection was strange, and Bart's offhand manner made her think maybe it had something sexual about it. The idea puzzled her because the idea of men having sex with each other was entirely new. She had no idea how or why two men might have sex together.

She had been thinking of Andre naked while she soaked in the tub. She had seen his bare feet and hairy calves below the terrycloth robe and knew he had nothing on underneath. The thought was exciting and she did not like the idea that she might not be included in whatever they were up to.


Andre Beauxyeaux 

"Did you like eating crawdads?" Andre said behind her as he returned with the wine and handed it to her.

She drank a sip and put the glass down on the railing.

"Yes," she said. "I really did, but I already told you that."

"Then you must remember not to decide about something until you've tried it."

He bent down and kissed her on the mouth, then put a hand inside her robe and pinched gently on her nipple. She was startled, but the wine had slowed her thoughts and she did not move away from the kiss or his hand for a long moment. Then she remembered Bart in the chair next to her. What would he think? But she felt a hand on her other breast pinching the nipple with a different touch. Bart, she thought and relaxed under the hands.

Andre got down on his knees in front of her chair and began kissing her inner thighs, moving slowly upward with his lips, spreading her legs further apart with his broad-muscled shoulders as he went. Her heart began to beat faster and she moved herself toward his mouth. She reached down and felt the hard muscles of his arms as they pulled her to him.

She spread her legs wider, wanting him to hurry. Taking the crisp curls of his hair in her hands, she pulled him toward the place where she wanted him to be, but he would not be hurried. The tiny stickers of his smooth-shaven cheeks brushed along her inner thighs.

"Oh, Andre, she said. "I like that."

The Frenchman's mouth reached its goal between her legs and his tongue continued inside.

"Bart," Claire cried with a soft whimper, "Pinch harder."

Bart dragged hard-calloused fingers over her nipples and she shuddered as Andre continued to give her pleasure between her legs.

Bart worked the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, harder now.

The wine and the sensations she was feeling began to take hold of her.

"Oh, yes, Bart," she whispered. "Oh, Andre, yes, yes."

The Frenchman pulled his face away and spoke softly. "Are you ready to try something else new?

"No, Andre, don’t stop," Claire said, almost crying in her need for him to continue what he had begun. "Please don't stop."

"Come with me," he said. "We must go inside and do it right."

He took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He had dropped his robe on the terrace and was naked in the moonlight. She looked at his hard body and put out her hand to feel his butt. It was hard and smooth, like marble, but it was not cold like marble.

Bart, also naked now joined her with Andre walking toward the open French doors. She felt his big hand cupping her ass, and when she looked she saw that Bart had also cupped Andre’s ass with his other hand.

They walked through the open doors into the bedroom where Andre fell on the bed on his back.

"Come, mon cher," he said motioning to Claire. "Sit here on my face and I'll treat you to something else new."

She got in bed as he told her and straddled him facing the man’s stiffening prick with one knee on either side of his head, but she was too slow for him and he pulled her down to him, pushed his tongue back into her. She closed her eyes in pleasure and leaned back, thrusting her tits into the air and squirmed herself against his face.

Bart got into the bed with them and stood straddling the Frenchman with his legs spread. He was facing Claire and he took her tits in his hands again. She opened her eyes and saw his big familiar dick thrusting upward, bobbing in front of her face. His hairy thighs bulged as he stood with his legs spread apart and moved his hips back and forth in front of her face, making his heavy testicles swing back and forth between his legs.

She squirmed again pressing down on Andre's mouth, then reached out and took Bart's nuts in her hand and pulled him toward her. He moved closer on the bed until the head of his dick was inches from her mouth. The head showed like a round ball under the swollen foreskin. She could smell its maleness and feel the heat of it so near her nose and mouth.

In the dim moonlight shining through the door to the balcony, she could see a pearly drop glistening at the end of his dick.

"Taste it," Bart whispered. "Lick it off with your tongue, Claire, darling."

She looked at the glistening drop shining on the end, the drop grew heavy and fell in a long stringing drop, disappearing in the darkness of Andre's heaving chest between her legs.

That's his seed, Claire thought. I don't want to have a baby.

"Oh, Bart," she whispered. "I want to, but it's got your seed on it."

"It won't give you a baby just to taste it, Claire sweety."

“I don’t know. . .” she whispered.

“You won't know if you like it till you try it."

She smiled then reached out with her tongue and touched another glistening drop that had replaced the first one. It was salty a little, and sweet a little, and she liked it.

She licked the head all over then and sucked gently at the slit for more seed. Bart let out his breath through his mouth in a long, contented sigh.

"Ooh, baby, you're something else." he sighed.

Just then, Andre touched someplace inside her with his tongue that sent shivers of delight through her. She squirmed hard again on his face and plunged her tongue under the foreskin of Bart's dick, pulling the skin back from the head with her hand, she began running her tongue around and around on the head.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Bart sighed. "That’s it, sweetheart."

He thrust his hips toward her again and she opened her mouth wider trying to take more of the man. Andre pulled her down tighter and moved his face from side to side between her legs. She opened her mouth wide and pushed hard on the Bart, trying to get still more of him into her mough, but the thick shaft stuck without going down her throat. She gagged and tried to cough. White stars exploded behind her tight-shut eyes and she drew back, but Andre touched the spot inside her again and that brought more white stars of a different kind and she tried again even harder to force Bart’s dick down her throat. She opened her mouth wide and managed to take a little more.

"Goddamn, yes," Bart croaked . "Goddamn, sweetheart, eat it. "Eat the fucking thing."

Claire backed off from trying to swallow the shaft, and squirming on the Frenchman's face, she licked and sucked the big head hard, squeezing the shaft and milking it, wanting more of Bart's sweet-salty seed. The shaft was slick from her mouth and her hand moved fast up and down the slippery shaft.

"Easy, sweetheart," Bart said. "Easy or I'll come too soon."

He pulled back away from her and reluctantly she let go of him, but looking down she saw Andre's dick throbbing and hot between his legs in front of her. She reached out and took it in her hand. It was not as thick and fat as Bart's but it was much longer. She ran her hand down the length, pulling the foreskin down off the flaring head. She bent over and sucked a glistening drop of seed from Frenchman's dick head, then ran her hand further down the shaft into the patch of hair around the root.

The root was hidden from view in the hair and she discovered that he was much longer than Bart. Andre drew his legs up and bucked up into the air, pushing his ass from the bed and thrusting against her hand. He heart pounded as she moved her hand further and further down the shaft discovering how very long it was. It was longer than Bart's, much longer. It seemed to grow even longer. There was no end to it, then finally her fist reached the end in the curly nest of hair between his legs. She moved her hand back up the shaft slowly, marveling at the length. It seemed almost as long as her forearm.

"God," she said aloud. "It's so long. Bart. Look how long his dick is!"

"Don’t I know it, honey," Bart laughed. "It's a humdinger. Longest one I've ever seen on a white man, and he knows how to use it too. Just wait 'til he fucks you with that thing." He chuckled. "Baby," he said. "I like being along while you discover the world."

She did not answer, but bent over again and took the Frenchman's dick in her mouth. It was not as thick and fat as Bart's dick and whe was able take it more easily. She sucked the pipe dry of seed again then relaxed her throat and took deep breath. Slowly she went down on the long shaft. Slowly, inch by inch, she took the man's dick further and further down her throat. She had managed a little less than half the length when she coughed and had to pull back, but she took another deep breath and began again.

Deep in the pit of her stomach she began to feel a new ache, very much like the one between her legs. She pushed the dick into her mouth slowly again. It seemed that somehow if she could swallow enough of it, she could make it reach the ache down deep, that it would even reach the spot where Andre's tongue was giving her such pleasure.

Again and again she took the young man down her throat, and each time she managed to swallow a little more. Each time she pulled off, she would run her tight fist up and down the full slippery length milking his seed, wanting it more and more each time she stroked it. She was concentrating so hard on swallowing Andre's cock all the way, that for a while she lost track of what else was going on in the bed.

She opened her eyes to see Bart on his hands and knees in front of her. He was kneeling now and Andre's legs were spread wide apart on either side of Bart's thighs. Bart had Andre's nut sack in his hand and was squeezing the nuts in his fist and pulling them gently away from Andre's groin, twisting them as he pulled.

Andre still had his tongue deep inside her, and as Bart pulled and squeezed the man’s nuts, Claire heard a muffled moan from the man under her. He flexed his big-muscled thighs and thrust his butt up off the bed, pushing his dick further into Clalre's throat, stretching his legs further apart.

"Umm" he moaned. "Umm. Umm.”

Claire took Andre's dick from her mouth for a moment to watch as Bart pulled and twisted on the young Frenchman's nuts. With one hand he cupped Andre's ass where the root of his cock disappeared into his body, then he began to work his hand on the the man's ass the way he had worked Claire's tit out on the balcony.

"Um. Um umm," moaned the Frenchman and spread his legs wider apart, pushing and squirming against Bart's hand.

Claire watched fascinated at what Bart was doing to the other man and now much Andre was enjoying it. For a moment, she felt a touch of jealousy, but Andre's hot tongue carressing her own hot spot reminded her that she was getting her share of pleasure too, and she decided that what Bart was doing to the man was making Andre work on her harder too. Just to make sure, however, she reached out and pulled Bart's head to her tits.

He took a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She held him against her for a moment, but with him sucking her tits, she could not see what he was doing to Andre, so she drew back to look.

Bart put the thick middle finger of his hand in his mouth, then put it dripping with spit against the pucker of Andre's asshole.

"Um. Umm," Andre moaned again. He moved his head enough under Claire to say in a rasping whisper, "Oui, chaud homme, Yes, That's it," then he went back to licking inside Claire with his tongue.

Claire pinched her own tits and rocked back and forth on the Frenchman's face getting more excited as she watched.

Bart pushed the first knuckle of his finger inside the other man as he continued to pull and twisted on the man's nuts. Andre squirmed, thrusting his stiff cock up in the air.

"Suck my cock, dearest," he rasped from between beneath her. "Mon Dieu Claire mon cher, suck my dick. I am dying."

She took the man in her mouth again and pushed the long shaft deep inside her, much deeper now that she had begun to learn how.

Andre make noises like muffled crying between her legs. His chest heaved and his pectoral muscles were hard between her legs. His rippled flat stomach moved in and out as he thrust up harder with his thighs. Bart shoved the finger another knuckle deeper inside the Frenchman.

Claire reached down, still sucking juice from Andre's cock, and began kneading the mounds of muscle on the man's chest. Under her, the man made a noise in his throat. It sounded as if he were begging for something.

Bart shoved the finger all the way inside the man. Again Andre made the noise, begging for something.

Bart turned his finger in the man's ass, stretching the sphincter, then he began pumping it in and out of him. Andre made the begging noise again.

Claire continued working the hard muscles on his chest. She touched his nipples and they were hard and swollen, like hers were inside Bart’s mouth.

"Um, ummm," Andre begged. He sucked and thrust his tongue hard between Claire's legs.

"Pinch his nipples, Claire" Bart told her. "He wants you to pinch his nipples. It drives him crazy."

"Uh, huh, Uh huh," Andre grunted, nodding his head between her legs.

Claire took the hard balled ends of the man's nipples in her fingers and pinched.

“Eeeee. Uh huh. Uh huh.”

"Harder," Bart said. “Do it harder.”

He moved between the Frenchman's legs pushed his knees under the man’s ass. The Frenchman lifted his butt so Bart could get under him.

"Uh, Uh-huh."

Bart pulled hard on the nutsack and took his finger out of Andre's butt. He rocked back, and with his free hand put the head of his fat cock between the cheeks of the man’s ass and pushed against him.

Beneath her, Andre grunted and moved his ass away from Bart. Claire watched with fascination. She could not believe what Bart was trying to do, but the idea of seeing him try to fuck another man in the ass made her even more excited. She pinched hard on Andre's nipples, then sensing how she could help, she took one hand away and put a finger in her mouth. She reached down and put the wet spit on the Frenchman's sphincter, making it slippery. She spit in her palm and rubbed it on Bart's dick.

"Oh, yes," Andre said from under her ass. She took Bart's wet swollen dick and began to guide it into Andre. She pulled the foreskin back and put the fat round end of the head to the shincter and held it there until Bart pushed into the man, stretching the opening just enough to hold his dick in place.

“Umm. Umm,” was the sound the Frenchman made. He lifted his ass and pushed toward Bart.

"Uh, uuh, uuh," He was making the begging sound again.

Claire closed her mouth on Andre's dick, sucking. She pinched his tits hard. Bart pushed forward with his dick and the head disappeared inside the other man.

Andre squirmed beneath them. "Eeeee. Eeeee."

Claire kept pinching Andre's tits and took his dick deep, shutting her eyes and seeing white stars again. She opened her eyes to look at Bart's dick close enough to smell his man smell, and the shaft was buried halfway inside, stretching the Frenchman wide.

"Mmm," she sighed, remembering how the man had stretched her like that on the barge. "Umm," she moaned squirming on the Frenchman's face and choking on the long dick she had in her throat.

"Ooooh," Bart whispered. "That’s good, man. You got a sweet ass buddy. So good. Oh, you're my hot asshole buddy."

Andre was making the begging sound again. Claire pinched his tits hard and, keeping her eyes open this time took his cock deep down her throat.

Bart drew back until just the head of his dick was in Andre, then thrust forward slow and steady. Inch by inch his fat cock pushed inside the younger man. Inch by inch the swollen shaft stretched Andre wider and wider. Claire watched fascinated as Bart’s dick disappeared fat inch by fat inch inside the man.

"Eeeeee." Andre bucked high in the bed, then reached for the backs of his thighs and pulled his legs higher and spread them wide so Bart could enter him further.

When the Frenchman threw his legs up, it pulled his shaft partway out of Claire's mouth, but she went with it and pushed it down her throat again.

Bart put both hands on the backs of Andre's thighs and shifting his weight to give himself room, he bagan to fuck Andre hard. He pounded into the man again and again, pushing deep him, landing hard with the full weight of his big butt against the man's widespread ass. Bart was fucking so hard, Claire could not keep Andre's dick in her mouth and she leaned back to watch.

He pinched Andre's tits and swirmed on his face, watching the Bart fuck the younger man. It was violent, angry fucking. Harder and faster than Bart had ever fucked her. She wanted to be fucked like that she thought. I want to get banged with his big ass like that. She pinched harder and harder on Andre's nipples. The young man squirmed under her and rocked up with his butt to meet Bart's hard fucking thrust for thrust.

"Eeeee," Andre cried. The cry was muffled as he continued to work his tongue between her legs "Eeee, eeee, eeee."

Claire felt the thing coming again, like the time when she and Bart had fucked on the river bank. It was building deep inside her, between her legs where Andre worked with his tongue and in the place she had tried to touch with Andre's long peter down her throat. She wanted the dick in her mouth again and pushed Bart back to get to it.

She opened her throat wide and pushed the length down towards the spot. Then in a flash of pleasure Andre's dick touched the the spot where the young man was working with his tongue.

Under her, Andre pushed up with his ass to meet Bart's pounding.

"Ooooo," Claire moaned. It was coming now. She drew back off Andre’s cock and cried out. "Oh, eat me. Eat me, Andre. Fuck him Bart. Fuck him hard. Oh, I"m coming. I'm coming."

She took Andre in her mouth again and pushed hard and the dick was all the way inside her, stretching down her throat and hitting the spot over and over. She saw white stars and the orgasm took her. Her face was in the nest of Bart’s hair. She smelled Andre’s hot sweaty ass and saw the thick dick ram hard all the way and hold there just inches from her eyes.

Through her passion, she heard Andre cry out, "Oh God, I'm coming too. Fuck me Bart. Please fuck me hard. I'm coming."

Claire pulled back from the man's dick in time to see a thick white stream jet from the man's dick, then took the man again in her mouth as he shot again and again, filling her mouth and her throat with his hot, sweet come.

"Yeah, baby, drink his come, sweetheart. Suck him dry," Bart rasped. "Oh, God, I'm coming too."

"Oui, mon Dieu," Andre moaned from under Claire's ass. "Shoot in me, Bart, mon cher. Shoot your hot come in me."

Gourged by Andre's dick down her throat and with the man sucking hard on the spot where his dick hit inside her, she could no longer see Bart’s dick buried in Andre's butt. All she could see were white stars.