Gastien Pt 1 (15 page)

Chantelle’s face burned, but she said nothing. Gastien let her remain there, ass in the air, hands holding herself apart. He lay back leisurely, pouring himself a glass of
vin
, and helping himself to a cigarette that Char had so thoughtfully brought in. He did not smoke regularly, but once in awhile he had lit up outside on the farm, when his father had offered. Chantelle started to move.

“
Non
,
chèrie
, don’t move. If I were you, I would stay as I was. You need to let me think this over. I have to consider if I can accept your inability to follow a simple order. I wonder, was it inability to understand? Or a blatant disregard of my wishes? If it was willful disobedience, I have no more time for you. On the other hand, if you are easily confused, perhaps I need to be more direct in my commands.”

 For a good ten minutes he left her holding the humbling position, while he simply smoked his cigarette and drank his
vin
, seemingly lost in deep thought. When he was done smoking he continued to sip his
vin
, casually stroking his beautiful, long cock. He made eye contact with Chantelle and continued to stroke himself, staring at her, his face not giving away any emotion. She grew quite uncomfortable under his intense scrutiny, but did not dare to move. Not only was she afraid he would decide to not finish with her, she was suddenly just afraid.

For her part, Char simply sipped her
vin
and kept her mouth shut. This was a different Gastien than they had picked up, and she was not about to say anything. She was still getting her breath back from the hard pounding he had given her moments before.

Finally, he said quietly, “I am willing to try this again. After all, I did ask you a question. Perhaps that confused you, and you started to speak. I will say it one more time, very clearly. Do. Not. Speak. Do you understand?”

Chantelle nodded.

“Excellent,” sighed Gastien. He slid back in, this time all the way. Still using that cold, calm, matter of fact voice, Gastien ordered, “Now, I want you to use your hips to make me shoot. If you do it well enough, I will let you talk afterward. Maybe. Start moving, please.”

Chantelle started to move her hips.

“Faster!” This little witch was too bold, too sure of herself. He started to move in and out even slower than before, as she frantically moved her hips. Finally, he stopped her.

“You wanted to be my little whore so badly…well, then I think I will ride you like one!” he whispered. “Shhhh…remember, not a word. Or I stop.” and he plunged in to her deepest center. She bit down on her lips so that she would not scream. She definitely did not want him to stop. As he pounded her, pinching her nipples, she could feel her desire mounting. She came with a scream. She could remain silent no more. Gastien pulled out, showering her with his sticky love juice. As he pumped, she collapsed on the bed. When he was finished, he laid down to catch his breath. “Was that what you wanted,
chèrie
?” he asked simply.

“
Oui
, Gastien. Oh,
oui
,” she purred. He smiled and pulled her close. Then he put his right arm out for Char. She scrambled over to him.

“Oh, girls, I am afraid you have taken an innocent boy and made him realize he is a raging sex fiend! Whatever are we going to do about that?” He closed his eyes. The girls were both silent. Opening his eyes, Gastien looked at them and smiled slowly. “You are quite right. The night has just begun!” Both girls were surprised to realize that they wondered if they could outlast this virgin they had brought home for entertainment. He was proving to be quite more than they had bargained for.

 Gastien stretched like a lazy tom cat. “Char darling? I think your sister needs to regroup. Would you please pour me a little more
vin
and then see what you can do to awaken me once again? You use your mouth quite nicely. I am sure you will know exactly what to do.” Char scrambled over and slid down to his cock. “I am in no hurry, so nice and gentle on it, please. Just don’t disappoint me. You don’t want to do that.” He traced a finger down her throat and chest. “
Non
, you don’t want to get me upset,
chèrie
. It would be bad manners to upset a guest in your home,
non
?” She nodded, eyes huge, afraid to speak. “I am glad we understand each other. Now, get busy, please. I want to be able to get inside you again soon.” She did as she was told.

Gastien lay there with his eyes closed, his facial expression revealing nothing. However, his thoughts were anything but calm.
Mon Dieu!
Where did all of this come from? Who am I right now, he wondered. What made me act like that? What am I doing??? He pondered for a few minutes, dumbfounded at his new found ability to control a sexual situation like a pro and his dramatic skill.
Merde
, maybe I should be an actor instead of a painter! He forced himself to think calmly. His heart was pounding from the surprise of what he had discovered in himself. He knew if the girls noticed his heart pounding they would just think it was from desire. He finally realized that he was just giving voice to all of the fantasies he had enacted in his head while pleasuring himself with those postcards.

 It felt wonderful to be kissed and caressed. It felt wonderful to have his sexual needs met by something other than his hand as well. He knew he would do whatever it took to keep this working for him, because he did not want to give up that close contact. He knew he was also satisfying their desires.

He lifted his head to have a look at Char ministering to him. “Char, sweetheart that feels fabulous. Suck just a little harder now, please. It is starting to become more urgent.” Then he laid back and let her mouth do it’s magic. This time it would be just for him. The girls needed a breather anyway.

At various stages throughout the night he would enter one and then the other, testing himself to see how long he could hold his orgasm. He knew they were experiencing the same thing he did when he reached orgasm by their body language. Finally after coming again, what, the ninth time? The tenth?, he realized dawn was approaching. Pulling out, he winced. He was red and sore from overuse. Both girls lay spread out, getting their breath back.

Gastien plopped down. He was suspended in that in between world of after sex, when all is complete. Thinking about the pure energy, the explosion of sensation that happened every time he hit orgasm, he decided that the ability to feel that joy was worth every bit of hell that the world could throw at him. He never could have imagined that intensity. It was like his drive to paint…pure and raw. One thing is for sure, Gastien thought lazily, I am making it my goal to have sex as often as possible when I am not painting.
Mon Dieu
! It is like flying and falling at the same time! When his breath steadied, he kissed each girl and then got up to dress. “
Merci beaucoup
, both of you. That was unbelievable,” he said. “Simply unbelievable.”

“You are very welcome, Gastien. You were a quick learner. Glad we could have the honor of bringing you across into manhood,“ replied Chantelle. Then her face sobered. “Such a sweet face. Yet something tells me that you will be quite a bastard.”

Gastien arched a brow and looked at her. “Did I not give you what you wanted,
chèrie
?”

He was surprised to see Chantelle now actually blush. “
Oui
. That was exactly what I wanted.”

Gastien laughed. “Then quit protesting. Feigning objection to something you so clearly asked for is not very honest.”

“You are too bold, Gastien! You need to remember your place,” she spat.

Gastien’s eyes grew cold. “My place,
chèrie
?”

“You need to remember when you are with a lady that she is of a class you aren’t!”

Gastien’s laugh was harsh. “When a lady acts like a lady I treat her as such. You were a bitch in heat. I simply did my civic duty and put the fire out.” She drew back her hand to slap him. He caught the hand and whispered, “Let’s just part friends.” Then he grabbed her and kissed her, forcing his tongue in her mouth until once again she melted against him. “See?” he teased. “You are not a lady. Not really. You are very beautiful, Chantelle, but you needed some taming. It just happened to be me who understood that.”

Char simply smiled and got up to give him a long, lingering kiss. “Gastien, it was my pleasure,” she said shyly.

Gastien said, “
Non, non
the pleasure was mine. You are quite lovely.
Merci
, both of you. I can find my way out.”

Chantelle watched him walk out, looking pensive. In her heart, she knew she would never have a man like that for a husband. Suddenly she was filled with sadness. It would be a long, lonely life, being a lady.

 As Gastien left the house he said to himself,
Mon Dieu
! I can hardly walk, my legs are so unsteady. They had not overdone the
vin
, but those two twins had almost killed him! What a way to go, he thought, laughing.

He made his way over to
Notre
Dame
. Good, his belongings were still safe. He next went to wash the smell of
conne
off of his face and body, making sure he washed his
bite
very tenderly. Gastien looked in the mirror to see if he looked any different.

It was in his eyes. His eyes held a new knowledge in them, along with a confidence that comes with that knowledge. He did not look like a green little farm boy anymore. He looked like a young man. His face still held a seductive sweetness, but he now looked like someone who knew a thing or two about his charms and how pleasing he could be to a woman. It was a deadly combination that would mature over the years, causing many a seduction as it ripened.

He smiled at his reflection, thankful to whoever it was who had granted him this asset. He knew he was at a disadvantage in many areas, but this gift was going to be powerful. He would make sure of it.

 Gastien went back to the bench, got more drawing paper and took off. Things were definitely looking up.

“I am a man now!” he exclaimed out loud. “A man! Also, I sold my first piece of art! I knew things would get better. I am on my way!”

He was giddy with this new found power. He knew he was going to be very, very talented, both in creating art and in creating desire. There would be no stopping him now!

Poor Gastien. If only he had known what trials lay ahead, he would have tempered that enthusiasm.

As he headed back to the 6th, the smell of freshly baked pastries assaulted his nostrils. All of that sex had made him very hungry! He allowed himself a croissant from the money he had earned last night, but only water to drink. He wanted to be able to make the money last. There was enough there for two large dinners…or he could make it last and eat only soup.

As he sat in the bakery eating the croissant, he drew the girl who waited on him. Then he drew some street scenes and various people on the street. Before he knew it he had been sitting there a couple of hours. The girl kept looking at him, worrying that she should be asking him to move on. However, the owner was not there and the tables were not full. What did it hurt to allow the cute, young artist a place to sit while he drew? Meeting his eyes, she smiled shyly and looked away. It would not do for him to know that she found him quite irresistible. She did not want him to think she was easy. She was a virgin and would stay that way until married. She could enjoy looking, however, which she did whenever she assumed Gastien did not notice.

He noticed all right. He could feel her eyes on him as he drew. Regardless, Gastien had other priorities right now. He was doing art. That took precedence over everything, especially when he was still so tender from last night! He needed to give that particular tool a brief rest.

The thought entered his mind that sex might not come so easily for him once he was not clean. Ah, well. The thought did not bother him so much now. Sex would come when it came. If he had to wait, he would simply use his hand. He had experienced sex now, making the need not so desperate. Oh,
oui
, he wanted it. He just needed to learn how to paint more than he needed to dip his wick.

When he got up to leave, he gave the girl the drawing he had done of her. She blushed prettily, thanking him. It was an impressive likeness. He had done quite a few drawings and she was surprised by the detail he had accomplished in such a short amount of time. Gastien smiled at her. “You are very welcome,
chèrie
. It was my pleasure to draw such a lovely woman.” She walked on clouds the rest of the day.

Gastien passed the time until two o’clock in the park, reading the book about oil painting. He drew a little more. This time, he slowed down and did only one drawing. It was of the park, with several people on the benches. Gastien was quite pleased with how it turned out. He was thinking about trying to sell it when he saw Mic approaching.

As Gastien sauntered toward him, Mic noticed a subtle difference in the way Gastien carried himself. Frowning slightly, he wondered what it was. There was a more confident swagger in his new
amis
walk, and he held himself straighter, looking people directly in the eyes. “
Salut
, Gaz. Good to see you. So, what’s new since we parted last night?” he inquired casually.

“Mic, I am proud to say that I sold my first piece of artwork!” Gastien exclaimed excitedly. Mic beamed and clapped him on the back.

“That is fabulous! Tell me how it happened.” They sat down on a bench and Gastien told him the whole story of Jeannine and Jacques. Mic was impressed. “Wow, you really have sales skills, Gaz. That will help you immensely over the years. Good for you!” Mic paused. “I don’t want to discourage you or take anything away from this happy experience, but you do realize that most people will not pay even one fourth of that, don’t you?” Mic looked at Gastien worriedly.