Eat Him If You Like by Jean Teulé Read Free Book Online

probably from his window.
    ‘We’re still having a crap.’
    ‘This is appalling! We’re surrounded by cowards!’ wailed Antony.
    Chambort wanted to set fire to the barn. Someone dropped through the hole in the roof and landed in the straw. It was Thibassou, wielding the large knife he had taken from the blacksmith’s workbench earlier. Idly tossing the handle from one hand to the other, he seemed to be mulling over particularly evil thoughts.
    ‘I’m going to kill you,’ he said. A pool of light shone on the straw nearby.
    ‘But what have I done to you, Thibassou?’ asked Alain anxiously. There was a wild, feral look in the boy’s eyes.
    Thibassou did not reply but shot Alain a look of disdain as he edged closer. The knife blade gleamed.
    ‘Psst!’ came a voice from behind them.
    Anna was hidden in the dark at the back of the barn, close to two goats. Alain hadn’t noticed her. The light coming in through the damaged roof made Anna stand out like a shining beacon sent to save him from despair. She hitched up her dress and called to Thibassou again: ‘Psst!’
    The boy was in a quandary. He was torn betweenstabbing Alain and going to Anna. She raised her grey and green dress further. She perched on the edge of the feeding trough. Alain could see the smooth, silky skin of her calves and inner thighs and stored it in his memory. She was all sweetness, virtue and light. He was sure her bare flesh would smell fragrant and fresh. Her soft pubic hair rippled gently, clear as day, with an inviting innocence. She sat on the trough with her legs apart, her labia laughing like a clown’s grin. The paleness of her belly could only have been stolen from the moon. It drove the boy wild. Desire swelled in his breeches like a mushroom in a field. Anna removed her dress, and, unable to resist the lure of her small breasts, the youth was compelled to rush forward and kiss them. Thibassou flew, lunged, letting his knife drop as he grabbed her. Her hands roamed over his body. The young devil seemed well practised. He was like a wily wolf, his body and mouth suddenly madly infatuated with her. The way he went at it! Anna turned to look at Alain. She did not lower her gaze. Her delightful breasts, under her tumbling dark hair, were living fruit savoured by lips intoxicated by their good fortune. Her lovely thighs, pert breasts, her back and stomach were a feast for the eyes and the hands. And the charming girl started to enjoy it. Thibassou drove a burning fire into her veins which sent her rump, hips and flanks wild. Beneath his shirt, his thrusting groin was untiring, inexhaustible, and he muttered, ‘Oh, the bitch! What a little whore!’ It was such a sexual frenzy that his entire body was lusting for more. The boy grabbed Anna’s thighs and staggered forwards in the straw, knocking over a pail of milk. Clearly he was not afraid to go deep inside her.Driven by heat and passion, covered with heavy beads of sweat, he made the most of his chance to take a local beauty. She writhed and arched and the scent she exuded drove him crazy. The air was awash with their sweat and panting. She was giddy and glowing with pleasure, all the while trying to keep her eyes on Alain. Her whole being – legs, hands, feet, heart – was ecstatic.
    ‘Ahhhh!’ Anna’s voice was hoarse as she started to moan, while the riot continued on the other side of the door.
    ‘Listen to him suffer! You’ve already done enough to him,’ said Antony and Dubois, asking people to listen to the low moans emerging from the barn.
    But it was Anna climaxing, all in an effort to distract the youth.
    ‘Stay, stay, go on, do it again,’ she said, whispering in his ear. To stop him attacking Alain, she moaned, ‘More!’
    ‘More, more!’ came the cries of his attackers, thinking the plea came from Alain.
    More? What a misunderstanding!

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    The door burst open. Men grabbed Alain by his shod feet and threw him into the muck heap.
    ‘You want