Charlotte Walder was an attractive woman who had just reached her fiftieth birthday. Although her breasts were still firm, her stomach flat and her eyes still twinkling, her most attractive feature was her wealth. She herself, was not sure of the extent of her holdings. She lived on an enormous estate called Manracken Farms, where she raised thoroughbred horses and accumulated the fresh young bodies of the only thing she really cared about. Young boys.
Although she loved the horses, she liked even better those anxious, young cocks. She had the money and the time and the power to have as many as she wanted and whenever she wanted.
And the young men came willingly into her service. They came to work for her in the stables, grooming and caring for the horses in the day and at night catering to all the insatiable needs of Charlotte Walder. She took all they had to give and more, and they loved every minute of it.
It was like a paradise on Manracken, except for Charlotte's philanderer husband, Ambrose, whose intention it was to blackmail his own wife in order to appropriate the holdings and the land and the considerable fortunes.
Such a thing had never occurred to the woman, secure in the fact of her wealth, in the admiration of her young men and the devotion of Betsy Cantwell, the trusted woman trainer of the prize horses.
To Charlotte, life was one long summer day with all the young flesh she needed constantly surrounding her. With all the problems of survival taken care of, she truly could concentrate on fulfilling the needs of their striving hard cocks.
There was Kevin, the charming young redhead with the matching pubic hairs, and then the two young trespassers whom she immediately takes under her wing-Timmy, a handsome little black boy and Benjy, as blond as Timmy is black, there's Billie and Jon and Doug and lots more. More than she could ever want.
Because of the contents of her stables there were always nice young men hanging around, young men who would be willing to go into her service, to go into her bedroom and into her body.
Luscious young men, some of them practically hairless and most all of them innocent. Innocent at least until they meet Charlotte Walder.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The afternoon sun filtered through the maroon velvet draperies and spread through the frosted, short curls of the woman seated at the desk. It was a large room, a room filled with plush sofas and deep oriental rugs. The woman seated at the desk was writing, her back was very straight and her head was held high on her neck. Every inch of her exuded grace and breeding. Her forehead was wide and dipped down to a pair of clear, green eyes. The nose was straight and rather long and the mouth, the mouth was wide and sensual.
In spite of her age, which was coming on to fifty years, Charlotte Walder had the skin of a twenty-five-year-old woman. This was due to the excessive amount of money she spent on creams and treatments, but it was also due to the healthy way that she lived, the fact that she had never had to do a day's work in her life and also the fact that she had been one of those late blooming women whose real physical beauty became apparent around the age of forty-five.
There was a knock at the door and Charlotte looked up from her writing, she told the party to enter, and her maid opened the door.
"There's a young gentleman here applying for the job of stable hand, Ma'am." she said.
Charlotte placed a slender hand on one of her firm, large breasts. "Ah yes, well, show him in then."
And in about a minute a young man entered the plush room. He looked about sixteen, although he was pretty tall, almost six feet Charlotte guessed. He had dark red hair which he wore a little long, and a lovely smile which charmed Charlotte from the beginning.
His body looked like the body of a farm boy, strong, husky, not an inch of lazy, adolescent fat. Charlotte's eyes skimmed up and down over his whole frame. This seemed like a likely prospect to her.
"Well, young man, what is your name then?" She asked, looking directly into his face and smiling in a friendly manner.
"My name is Kevin Grant, Mrs. Walder, and I live with my parents about ten miles from here."
"You know, Kevin, that if I give you the job, then you would have to live here. When one works with horses, one's hours are very strange, lots of early morning feedings and things like that. You live much too far away for that kind of thing."
"That's one of the reasons that I'm applying for the job, Ma'am. You see, my parents aren't all that well-to-do and we're a big family, you see, an' it would be good if I could find somewhere else to live:"
"What do you know about horses then, Kevin ... and won't you please come sit here by me?" Charlotte gestured to a stool next to her desk.
Kevin took the seat proffered to him and looked at the woman who was to be his boss. He had, of course, heard of her, who hadn't? She was the richest person around.
He had seen her before, too, seen her driving by in town in her chauffeured car, or seen her riding through the woods on one of the prize horses in her stable. But it was only a brief glance, for everyone knew that Charlotte Walder was a recluse, that she wasn't out in the public eye very much, that she craved seclusion on the thousands of acres on her farms.
She appeared to Kevin as the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She seemed to him like a queen and she made him feel like an awkward, dumb kid. Suddenly Kevin became rather shy and he looked down at his feet.
"What's wrong, Kevin," Charlotte asked, placing her hand on his knee. Charlotte longed to see the boy naked, for that was the real test of whether he was fit to work in her stables or not.
Besides she was curious to see whether or not the hair around his cock was the same color as the hair that grew on his head. Such lovely red hair, she thought, and such a fine, young body. She had to see him naked.
Kevin shyly looked up into the lovely face of his soon-to-be mistress. "It's nothing, Ma'am, just that I've never seen you. I've never been so close to anyone like you."
Charlotte smiled to herself, this one was going to be a piece of cake. He would be putty in her hands, she made a mental bet with herself that she would have him stripped down and ready to do anything for her in a matter of minutes.
Charlotte rose and let the boy take in the full height of her and the graceful curves of her body. Charlotte was very proud of the fact that she had a better body than most women half her age. As she rose from her chair, she allowed her dress to slip up on her thighs, to show the boy her excellent, smooth legs.
There was nothing wrong with those legs, they were straight and with tiny little knees. She could thank her ancestors for that.
But there were no varicose veins either, the result of the great care she had always taken with her body. And there was no hair on those legs, either, the result of professional services.
In fact there was no hair anywhere that she didn't want it. She had had it removed from under her arms, her eyebrows plucked to perfection and, most interesting of all, from around her cunt.
The result of this multiple treatment was that Charlotte Walder's body was perfectly smooth all over except for the mass of those expensive streaked curls on her head. Curls that were always groomed to perfection.
"My dear boy, there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of." Charlotte walked across the room to the large oak doors and latched them quietly so that the young man didn't notice what she was doing.
Then she walked up behind him and rested her manicured fingers on his shoulders. "I'm really not so different from you, you know. I mean, I'm a human being, too, a human being with the needs of a human being, do you understand me?"
Kevin looked at the fine hands on his body, "No. I mean, you're different from me in every way, richer, older, educated, experienced...."
"Do you know what the only important difference is between us, darling?"
"No."
Charlotte pointed her finger down between his legs. "The difference is right there basically, darling, in that fine instrument you carry with you always. What a wonderful difference it is, too."
"Mrs. Walder, I didn't mean...."
"But I did, that's all that matters to me, young man, that's all you need to get this job. Tell me, are you a virgin."
Because of the coloring of the boy, he blushed an incredible shade of red which signaled to Charlotte that she had guessed the truth. She was very pleased. She liked that way, she liked to take the raw material and mold it into the most pleasing shapes.
"You are a virgin then. But are you embarrassed about it? Does it bother you then? How old are you?"
"I'll be sixteen this summer, Ma'am, but I don't see what you're getting at....I know I'm kind of old to still be a virgin, but I've been too busy working all my life ... and besides the girls my age aren't all that available."
"Come now," Charlotte winked at the boy, "There must be one girl in town who's willing to experiment with the boys."
"I suppose so, but I hear that you can catch diseases and shit-sorry, I mean things from people who mess around a lot."
"Oh, my dear boy," Charlotte ran her fingers through his red hair, "You are an innocent, you must have listened to your mother too much. Well, tell me now, are you bothered by your persistent virginity."
"Of course, I'd like to fuck-I mean, make love to a girl."
"There's nothing wrong with the word 'fuck', darling, I use it myself all the time ... as a matter-of-fact, I do it, myself, all the time."
Kevin was blushing all over, but Charlotte's sharp eyes didn't miss the fact that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Yes, there was no doubt about it, the boy was beginning to get aroused by their conversation.
Charlotte slipped her hand down the front of his chest. "You're very attractive, Kevin, and you seem to know about horses, but there's something else that I have to be certain of before I can give you the job. And believe me, it's a good job. I pay better than anyone in the country probably, plus room and board and benefits which we will talk about later on. But you see, there is always a dearth of young men eager for such a position, and I only want the cream of the crop."
Charlotte's hand continued to drop. The boy made no move to stop her although he continued to blush the color of a radish. "I want to see if your pubic hair matches the lovely red on top of your head."
Kevin stood up abruptly from his chair. "You mean you want me to fuck you, Mrs. Walder?"
Charlotte laughed richly, lilting peals of her pearly voice rang throughout the room. "Oh no, not yet, don't rush things, my dear, we've only just met and there is so much we have to learn about each other. But in the meantime, if you would be so good as to drop your pants, perhaps we could determine if you are qualified for this job."
With that invitation, Kevin unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them and slowly eased them down to his knees along with his white Jockey shorts.
Charlotte sighed with the sight that greeted her from between his legs. There it was, a fine specimen if she had ever seen one, and she had seen plenty. Lovely curls of red hair grew all around the nicely formed shaft that was along the way to an ultimate erection. Below the penis hung a pair of sizeable balls, enough balls for any woman, Charlotte thought to herself.
She couldn't help but reach out and touch the prick that stood out before her eyes.
"My, Kevin, it is rather large for one as young as you. What do you owe that to?"
Kevin shrugged and smiled a pleased smile, taking it all as a compliment to his masculinity. "I don't know, I guess it's all that country living."
At that point, the young man reached out for Charlotte and pulled her into an embrace, trying to kiss her. Charlotte pulled away from him, laughing again slightly. "Darling, I told you not to rush these things. If it is going to be good, then we must wait. However if you are so anxious to experience my body, why don't you undress me?"
Kevin smiled and immediately began to unbutton her shirt. He had great difficulty with the buttons, and it caused Charlotte to laugh and laugh as she helped his trembling fingers to find their way inside of her clothes.
At last he had pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra and her gorgeous breasts were exposed to his admiring sight. Truly, Kevin was dumbstruck. For he had never seen anything so wonderful as Charlotte's tits except in magazines that he and his friends had found. But never had he been so close to such beautiful flesh.
There were those twin mounds of flesh, alabaster white with two tiny pink nipples heaving on Charlotte's frame.
"Go ahead, my little love," Charlotte said tenderly, caressing his hair, "suck on them, suck on them just as if you are a babe seeking nourishment from his mother."
Kevin needed no further invitation than that, but immediately fastened his mouth to one pink nipple and gently began to suck, licking all around the tits with his hungry tongue and with his hand feeling the pliant flesh of the other globe.
Charlotte sighed with happiness and began to reach down between his legs to feel his cock at closer range. She found it right away and touched it with her fingernails. The first contact caused Kevin to shiver and also to suck harder on Charlotte's nipple.
She ran her hand up and down on the hard, long shaft, she felt the head of the cock and the drops of pre-cum oozing from the landing. How nice it felt to her, and she found herself thinking no matter how many times she felt one of those hard, young cocks, the thrill was always new, always renewing, always made her want to do it again and again and again.
"All right, Kevin," she whispered to the young man, feeling herself already quite aroused by his sucking of her tit, "enough of that, now take off my skirt."
The boy, breathing heavily from the fondling she had given his hard cock, began to fumble with her skirt. He finally managed to find the key to its removal and slid it down off her thighs. There he found himself faced with a garter belt and stockings.
Charlotte stood before, him, totally naked except for the stockings and the mechanism that held them up. As the boy began to take them off, she stopped him, telling him to leave them there.
Suddenly Kevin started, "Hey, you don't have any hair there!"
"Any hair where, Kevin?"
Kevin pointed to the hairless cunt. "You don't have any hair on your, uh, cunt."
Charlotte patted him on the head, "A very astute deduction, my love, would you like to have a closer look at my pussy?"
Kevin looked somewhat baffled by the surprise he had received.
"Don't you like it that way?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, I like it very much." He touched it shyly with his hand, rubbing the palm over the mons, "it's so smooth."
"Yes, Kevin, and it's so exposed so a nice young man like you can see exactly what he's doing."
"What should I do?"
"Get on your knees before me, just like you're praying, get down there and take a good look, see exactly how I'm put together. I want you to learn all about my cunt because it's just as important as the horses."
Kevin complied with his mistresses' command and knelt before her hairless cunt. His trembling hands wrapped themselves around her white thighs just above the darkness of her stockings. His head moved in for a close up. He looked at it all then, looked at the sweet little clitoris that rose above her mauve-colored cuntlips all of it fading into the white flesh of her thighs.
Kevin sighed with happiness. Charlotte stroked his hair, "Now, Kevin, taste me, taste my clitoris. I want to see that tongue of yours; I want to feel it."
Kevin carefully bent forward and his tongue snaked out of his mouth and met with the strange flesh of her clit. Charlotte shivered from the contact, and tremors of fire spread throughout her loins.
His tongue began its journey around and around the clit. It was almost too much for the woman and she cautioned him to try some of the other treasures that her body held in store for him.
Kevin then used his tongue to slide up and down her cuntlips, he pressed his lips against the flesh of her twat and began to suck gently on the lips. The tongue worked up and down between her legs, exploring and tasting every bit of flesh. His tongue was like a butterfly lighting on all the flowers in a golden field. He slipped over onto her thighs and returned to her clitoris and then the tongue entered the cavity of her supreme womanhood and tasted and felt the flesh of her cunt walls.
"Wonderful, my boy, wonderful. You're doing very well, now suck me there, suck me there just like you sucked on my tit."
And Kevin complied, as Charlotte's fingers found his ears and she began to trace circles all around them with her nails. Kevin sucked on her clitoris a little too hard and Charlotte toned him down immediately.
He pressed his lips between her cuntlips and sucked into the vacuum. The warm juices of her arousal flowed into his mouth, and he tasted the salt and the sweet of the woman.
Charlotte pressed his head deeper into her cunt as she felt the flames of her need licking at her body, absorbing her brain and all the other insignificant thoughts, she felt her lust for this young boy for his tender, searching tongue mounting inside her.
She knew that it would only be a few seconds longer that she would be able to hold back the fire that would consume her for those precious seconds.
"Oh yes, darling, suck me, you're doing so well." And she began to hump his face as he knelt before her with his tongue and his mouth hungrily lapping at her erotic juices.
Her loins fired with lust, her hands pressing and clutching at his head, she began to post on his face, riding him as if he were her prize stallion.
"Oh, suck me, my little pony, how well you do it." Charlotte moaned with ecstasy as she slipped into spasms of violent emotion. She pressed his head all the harder, practically suffocating him in the fires of her passion.
Still the boy continued to eat her out ravenously, as if her cunt contained all the fluids of life. As if by sucking out her cunt, he would absorb that which was the essence of Charlotte Walder, her wealth, her position, her power, her beauty.
Charlotte cried out as her orgasm peaked and her mind went blank with the pleasure, the consuming pleasure, the fire that cleansed and bore her body to heights no other pleasure could take her.
The orgasm built further and further until she felt as if she would lose her mind, she screamed again and pulled at the red hair under her hands. Her face contorted with ecstasy and her frame shook with the energy flowing in her orgasm.
The boy's hands clutched at her body, as if he were holding onto her for dear life, as if should he let go of her she would slip into a violent abyss of passion that would overwhelm even him.
Charlotte sighed violently, her whole frame shuddering from the release that came with her orgasm. She smiled, almost a silly smile, deep pleasure rising from the pit of her stomach. Yes, this boy had a nice long tongue and willing flesh, he would make an excellent protege, a darling little stable boy.
He still continued to lick voraciously in her cunt until Charlotte had to push his head gently away, the rapid and intense concentration of his mouth was causing her satisfied pussy to sting.
"All right now, Kevin, I want you to stand up; I want to see what you look like now."
Kevin rose to his full height, standing very straight. He didn't seem to be embarrassed at all now. In fact, he seemed to be somewhat proud of the enormous red erection he sported between his legs.
There was a shit-eating grin on his face if Charlotte had ever seen one. She also could see the results of her cum spread around his mouth and glistening on his cheeks. Droplets of sweat oozed down his forehead and down his legs.
There was a pungent odor in the air, an odor of sex, of juices flowing and always the ever-present odor of the horses. Everywhere on the farm, there was that. Charlotte wondered if that odor had permeated her being, her house, her life. She didn't mind. It was an odor that pleased her; she had grown up with it.
She loved everything about the horses, and the smell of them turned her on always. It was something that she never wearied of.
Charlotte sat down at her desk and poured herself a glass of sherry. The boy looked somewhat surprised at her casual attitude in the shadow of his screaming erection.
"What's the matter, my darling?" She said mischievously.
The boy seemed flabbergasted. He did not know what to expect. He was not in any position to ask Charlotte to relieve him of his spermy burden. She had already made quite clear to him that he wasn't going to get to fuck her, at least not on this occasion.
And it was difficult for him to imagine this elegant woman sucking him off or even jerking him off. But he was crazy with desire for her, for some relief. His cock was aching, and his balls were itching. It was all he could do to keep his hands off of the sore appendages. The thought ran through his mind to take the woman by storm, to throw her down on the couch and stick his blood-engorged cock up her creamy twat. But he knew better than to act so rashly.
It looked as if he would get everything he wanted if he could play his cards right. Maybe he would have to wait, but she seemed to be pleased with him.
Kevin decided to get dressed, as he stooped to pull his pants up, Charlotte shook her head.
"No, darling, you can't go like that." she smiled. "But ma'am, I have...."
"You're just going to find a nearby bush as soon as you leave this room and jerk yourself off, so I think I'd like to see you do it right now."
The boy blushed again, but his cock twitched at the suggestion.
"Go ahead," She gestured with her sherry glass. "Let me see how you do it."
Kevin's hands slipped down to his raging cock. How much it ached, ached for the hot pussy he had just eaten out.
One hand began to gently move up and down, stroking the length of the hard instrument very carefully. Charlotte thrilled to the sight of the purple veins bulging from his prick. She liked the way it twitched occasionally. She was well aware of the fact that the poor boy was suffering, that he needed her assistance so badly.
She thought to herself, Let him wait. He'll want me all the more, so that when she finally allowed him into her bedroom or spread her legs to him in one of the stables, it would be good, very good.
Kevin's hands took longer strokes on his cock, and he seemed to be bearing down harder. It did feel good, ' ut at that point anything would have felt good. At that point, someone could have given him the tail end of a mare and he probably would have thrown her a fuck.
"Look at me as you masturbate," said Charlotte.
And Kevin raised his eyes to the lovely face seated before him. Charlotte however was watching his technique, was watching his hands fly up and down on the hard cock. His buttocks flexing from the straining muscles, muscles of the body wanting to hump.
"Come on, my little love," she said, "pretend you're only fantasizing about me; pretend I'm not here. Hump your hand, pretend your hand is my cunt."
And at first, rather shyly, Kevin began to hump into his own hand. He continued to look at the woman seated before him until his movements became sporadic and more intense. He screwed his eyes shut and moaned softly to himself, Charlotte knew he was going to come.
She quietly got up from her seat and moved over to a half-kneeling position before the masturbating boy. Her lovely hands moved up to his naked and moving thighs. She rested them there, he hardly noticed, so intent was he on reaching the much needed relief.
Carefully Charlotte pried his hands off his dick. At this point he stopped and looked down at her, not without some surprise.
"It's all right, keeping humping, but now I want you to hump my face, fuck my mouth." And with those words Charlotte licked her lips and fastened them over the throbbing cock before her.
She didn't hesitate but took the whole length and breadth of the hard organ down her throat. Her eyes became little slits on her face and her cheeks contorted with the amount of manhood she was taking in.
The boy thrilled to every part of his being, rapidly began to fuck the proffered face, he had never felt anything like that in his whole life. His loins were alive with the feeling, his cock surrounded by the warm, wet flesh of her mouth and throat, jumped forward in pursuit of its end.
As Kevin humped her face, placing his hands on her head for some support, she bobbed back at him, taking in every inch that she could, letting it out for air and then taking it back in again. "
It was a wonderful feeling for both of them. A new feeling for the boy, who was now cumming into Charlotte's mouth. And for Charlotte, she was a woman who couldn't resist the taste of a boy's cum, of the feeling of blood-engorged meat in her mouth.
She loved the smell of sweat and piss and cum, she loved looking into those red and curling pubic hairs, the slimy cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
And now the throbbing cock began to shoot its load of sperm into her. Charlotte took the whole load of cum into her cheeks before she swallowed. She liked having the full cream there, swishing it around in her mouth and around the pressing cock.
And then letting it ooze down her long, parched throat to her belly.
The boy's movements slowed down now. He had ridden the crest of his orgasm, and down into Charlotte's throat he had shot his cum. Now he felt beaten by desire, unsure of what would happen next.
His cock was still rather hard, it looked as if he hadn't cum at all.
Charlotte removed his prick from her throat, but not her mouth. Instead she began to lick him quite voraciously. She neglected not one inch of the emptied vessel.
She licked all around his cock and stopped for a moment to suck on the head of his prick, as if she could milk more sperm from the tip.
She went under, raising the cock with her hand gently, to take the balls into her mouth and swish them around, cleaning them with the gentleness of her tongue and cheeks.
She worked on his strong thighs, and she continued to work downward until she came to his knees, and his upper legs were covered with his own sweat, his own cum and Charlotte's spit. It was very thrilling for the young boy to be licked like that.
Charlotte's expert tongue did wonders for him. In fact, so graceful were her movements that before she had finished, his cock was sporting another erection and already the boy felt the ache of desire beginning in his loins.
Charlotte stood up now and looked at his face, then her gaze dropped between his legs, and she smiled broadly. She took his cock in one of her hands playfully.
"So, my little friend, you're ready to try something else, are you?"
Kevin did not say anything but nodded assent.
"No," said Charlotte, squeezing him teasingly, "Not now. We have a lot to do. I tell you that I have decided to give you the job, so that will give you plenty of time to learn all about me."
"Yes, Ma'am," Kevin said, not without some disappointment. "Thank you."
"And thank you, Kevin," she said, still smiling, but now removing her hand from his cock, "Would you care for some sherry before we go?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I would appreciate that." Kevin stooped down to pull his pants up.
Charlotte Walder handed the young man a glass of the liquid and then sat down at her desk again. She began to write in a small book that she had been writing in before he had come in.
Kevin was amazed by the way she acted now. It was as if he were no longer in the room.
CHAPTER TWO
After a little while, Charlotte arose, straightened her clothes and took the empty sherry glass from her new young man. The boy stood when she had stood up, and she smiled at him benignly.
"Would you like to me to show you around, Kevin?" She asked.
"Of course, Mrs. Walder." Kevin thought to himself how strange it all was. He had never expected this job interview to go this way. He had never dreamed that such a thing could happen. He had read books where things occurred like this, but never believed that such women existed.
He was feeling pretty good about it. Almost exhilarated. It was apparent that she liked him, that he would work out here in her surroundings and that soon she would even allow him to make love to her.
He followed her down the long hall, watching the sweet little movements of her tight ass. What a fine walk she had. It all seemed to spell out one thing to him-raw sex.
As Charlotte was showing Kevin the closest stables, her husband Ambrose walked up to the pair. She hardly noticed the man appear, but he had gotten out of a little red sports car and crossed the distance very slowly.
"Good morning, Charlotte." Ambrose Walder said, a dark look in his eyes.
Charlotte turned her attention from the young man and looked at her husband. "What is it, Ambrose?"
"I want to talk to you." he said.
"All right, talk to me." Charlotte said sternly.
"I want to talk to you alone. You don't need to show the help around yourself-get one of the other boys to do it. Honestly, I don't know why you insist on interviewing the help yourself. Someone in your position...."
Charlotte winked at Kevin, "Ambrose, it is very important that everything run smoothly on farms as extensive as mine and in order to insure that, I do everything I can myself, or at least make sure that everyone who works for me will be capable of whatever task I choose for them. I've explained this to you before, Ambrose, now what is it you wanted?"
Ambrose clenched his fist, "I want the pleasure of your company for a short walk to the sunken garden first of all."
"Very well," Charlotte said, then turning around she called to a boy carrying two buckets of feed. "Jon. Jon, will you mind coming over here please?"
Immediately the handsome young man, looking to be around fifteen years old, put his buckets down and walked over to Charlotte.
He was smiling a lovely smile, and his walk was very cocky. His faded jeans fit him like a second skin, and his ass had an interesting bulge at his crotch approached Charlotte.
"What can I do for you, Missus?"
"Jon, I want you to meet Kevin. Kevin's going to be working for me as the new stable hand. I have some duties to assign to him later, but for now I would appreciate it if you would show him the immediate area and where he will be living and things he should know."
Jon smiled at Kevin knowingly, and then they shook hands. Charlotte watched them as they walked off together toward the largest barn. Then she turned to her husband.
Ambrose took her arm and they walked off together toward the garden area. The garden was an immense place of fountains and statues and huge hedges. The sunken garden that Ambrose was referring to was a magnificent place encased in marble and full of roses. It had been determined that there were fifty-seven different varieties of roses growing in that place.
Charlotte sat down on the marble steps, and Ambrose sat down next to her. Immediately Ambrose offered her a cigarette, knowing his wife did not smoke, but acting out of politeness.
"All right, Ambrose, come to the point, I'm a very busy woman."
"Always too busy aren't you, even too busy for me.
"I don't want to argue with you, Ambrose, if you would help me out some of the time instead of gallivanting around, maybe I would have had time for you."
"Charlotte, please listen to me, I need money."
"You need more than a thousand dollars every two weeks? Really, Ambrose, that's a sizeable allowance, considering you do absolutely nothing for it."
"I need fifty thousand dollars by tomorrow morning. I'm going to go into partnership...."
"That's a lie, I'm sure it's, a gambling debt of some kind."
"Charlotte, I swear to you, it's legitimate."
"Then why do you need it by tomorrow morning?" Charlotte asked her forehead creased with anger.
Ambrose then proceeded to go into a long discussion about some mythological business venture. Charlotte succeeded in catching him in contradictions enough to make her sure that there wasn't one thread of truth in the whole story.
The conversation ended with Ambrose getting up angrily and stomping away.
Charlotte continued to sit on the marble steps as she watched Ambrose's back disappearing across the garden. She knew he would go get into his fancy little car" and speed off somewhere. She had no idea where, but she found herself wishing that, somewhere on the way to his mysterious destination, he would get stopped by a tree.
It wasn't a vindictive thought, it was just the result of her growing irritation with her husband and the long-entrenched disenchantment. Ambrose was now thirty-seven. He wasn't bad-looking, although his hair was thinning and his body wasn't very good any more. The result of his careless lifestyle she supposed.
How different it had been in the beginning.
Charlotte reminded herself of that beginning. The first day that she had seen Ambrose Walder. She had been Charlotte Mann, then. She had just turned thirty years old and had returned to her father's estates after ten years of schooling in Europe.
She was lovely then, her blonde hair long and wavy, her body slim and youthful. She looked seventeen in spite of her age. But she had known too few men. There had been an Italian and a Frenchman, but they had only been passing fancies, experiments.
But now, back at her father's estates, she felt disturbed, frustrated. She felt the pinch of age coming onto her. She knew that something was missing from her life, but she couldn't figure what exactly it was. She had everything, had done practically everything, had been practically everywhere.
She wandered about aimlessly on the property or in the rooms of the mansion. She would go out riding very early in the morning; each day hoping to find something, something that she needed, something that she would recognize.
Her father was a stern man. He had successfully cloistered his daughter from the world most of her life. Successfully that was, until the day that Charlotte walked out to the stables where her favorite riding horse was.
It was a beautiful, clear autumn morning and Charlotte felt exhilarated, uplifted, happy over some unknown possibility. She hadn't felt so alive since Europe.
She walked into the stable and to her surprise saw a young man stroking the nose of her horse. She stood in the doorway, open-mouthed and looked at him.
He was terribly handsome and terribly young. His body was strong and lithe and his hands were graceful. On his head grew a mass of dark curls, somewhat tousled.
Charlotte cleared her throat and he turned around. She then saw a pair of deep blue eyes and the most beautiful face she had ever imagined in any of her dreams.
The boy smiled at her. "Is this your horse, Ma'am?"
Charlotte smiled back at him shyly. "Yes, but who are you?"
"I'm Ambrose Walder," he said.
"I've never seen you here before. I'm Charlotte Mann."
"Oh, I just started work today. Your father hired me as a stable hand. I'm real good with horses."
Charlotte couldn't stop her eyes from traveling up and down over the young man's body. Just in looking at him, an ache in her groin appeared. She realized instantly that she wanted him, that she had to have him.
Ambrose helped her saddle and then helped her mount her horse. When his hands touched her body, it was as if a current of electricity had passed through her. It made her tremble.
Quickly then, she spurred her horse and went galloping away from the stables and onto the open land of the estate. She rode fast and hard trying to dissipate the wonderful horrible feeling that was occurring in her loins and between her legs.
Her stomach felt tied up in knots. She gritted her teeth. After a while, she slowed her horse down to a walk and as she rode along, she unzipped the front of her pants and stuck her hand inside.
She had to do it. Her cunt actually ached from the strange feelings that had caught up to her. She touched her own clitoris and it felt like a thing alive; it kept twitching at her finger.
She moved her finger farther down and felt how wet her pants were, and, sticking an exploratory finger inside of her cunt, she was amazed at how warm it was up there.
She couldn't stand it any longer. She knew that she had to masturbate herself or she would die from the needs of her body. She clutched at herself as if some creature were eating at her, as if she could rip the need and the ache away from her cunt.
With her hand covering her cunt and two fingers stuck up inside of her she spurred her horse on and they galloped across the field. Desperately she rode, wriggling around on her horse and on her hand, hanging onto the reins with the other hand.
There were no thoughts in her head, only the ache in her groin, only the need for release. She worked away at her cunt. Her body crashing down onto her two fingers. Her clitoris rubbing against her wrist.
Finally she began to yell as she rode her horse, spurring him on more than before, riding fast on her fingers and on the horse, riding herself to a delicious kind of relief, a spasm of need shaking her posting body.
As the orgasm came on, she lifted herself high into the air. Anyone else would have fallen off of the horse, but Charlotte was an expert rider, and even though her mind was far from what she was doing, her body automatically kept her on top of the horse.
The orgasm was brief and intense, but when it was over, Charlotte felt the ache return to her body in a matter of seconds. She had been satisfied for only a moment.
She needed more. She needed a cock, specifically the one belonging to the young man she had met in the stable that morning. She tried to imagine the weight of his body covering her body, his cock plunging in and out of her.
She slowed her horse down to a walk again, clutching at her cunt still, grabbing at the pubic hairs and her clitoris and her cuntlips like a crazed animal in heat-she wanted a prick.
She stopped her horse and got off. She pulled her pants down and picked up a stick. She spread her legs and leaned against a tree, and with one motion she inserted the stick up her cunt.
The hardness of it was somewhat of a comfort to her inflamed cunt and Charlotte began to work it in and out of herself.
As the stick began to glisten with her female juices, she pinched and rubbed her clitoris. It still wasn't enough, desire quickly inflamed her body, made her groin alive with needles of passionate need. She needed more, she needed the weight of another body pressed tightly to her.
She turned herself around to face the tree, she pressed her body against the tree trying to imagine that the tree was a man, that the limb that she held in her hand was the man's cock, that he was driving his hot prick into her up to the hilt.
Charlotte's face contorted with her need, with the fire of an arching orgasm. Her body desperately humped the tree and she fell into another short, intense orgasm. It seemed to be very concentrated in her body.
Like the burn of one match, it flickered intensely for a second and then went on.
Charlotte relaxed somewhat and looked down at her cunt. There was a little blood on her hand, and she realized that she had cut herself on the stick.
What did that matter if she had gained some measure of satisfaction from the hard stick?
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Charlotte rose earlier than ever and got dressed. She didn't even stop for a cup of coffee but went directly to the stable where she had met the young man.
As she walked across the lawns, it was very quiet and just barely light. No one would be up but the people who cared for the horses, and she had found out that this young boy would be in charge of only that stable.
He would be alone there most of the morning. The trainer, the man who was in charge of all the operations, would still be asleep for hours. Charlotte was determined. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She had to do it; she had to have that young man and really soon before she lost her mind.
As soon as she entered the stable she saw him. He was rubbing down her favorite mount. She walked right over to Ambrose, and he turned to greet her.
"Up awfully early today, aren't you ma'am?"
"Please call me Charlotte, Ambrose. Tell me, when does the trainer come around here?"
"Oh, around eleven, I think."
"Don't you get lonely working here all by yourself?"
"Not really, I'm pretty busy. Anyway, if you come in every morning to see me, it won't be too bad." He smiled his gorgeous smile, and Charlotte returned it.
Charlotte was digging in her mind for some way to broach the subject, she decided that she had no other choice but to be direct. She walked over to the stable door and shut it. Then she walked over to Ambrose who was standing still watching her actions.
He could not help but notice her determined expression and her determined actions.
"Tell me Ambrose, do you find me attractive?"
"Of course, you're the most beautiful lady I've ever seen...."
"Because I find you attractive, very attractive."
"But Miss Charlotte...."
Ambrose never got to finish his sentence because Charlotte threw her arms around his neck and covered his mouth with her mouth and pressed her body tightly against his.
Immediately her body felt the hard bulge of the boy's cock. He already had an erection, or at least something of an erection. Charlotte was dying to see his cock, but she decided that she should seem more sedate at first.
So she just continued to press her hot body against his hard body and kiss him wetly, passionately, she began to stick her tongue into his mouth, and he responded by sucking on her tongue.
His arms were around her now and they were moving up and down on her back and even slipping down to her ass, where he touched the pliant flesh there.
He was already breathing heavily, and Charlotte could practically feel his erection growing between them. It wasn't long before the boy's hand had pushed them apart somewhat and he was feeling for her buttons.
He slipped his hand inside of her shirt and went for her tits. Roughly he caressed them, felt for the nipples. He played with her large breasts, massaging the flesh and tweaking the nipples.
Charlotte began to maneuver the boy over toward a pile of hay in the corner. He was allowing it. In fact, he was almost out of control already.
Once she had him lying down, he immediately tried to get her shirt completely off. She helped him so that soon both of her large tits were free to his eyes and to his hands. He touched them as if he had never seen a pair of tits in his life.
Hungrily his head went down into her breasts, and he sucked ravenously at one of her titties.
Charlotte thrilled to the feeling of his sucking. She loved every minute of it. She loved the way his tongue made rings around her tits and the noise of the rapid sucking.
One hand cupped the breast up high and his mouth gobbled at her, as if he were trying to swallow the tit whole. He sucked in more and more of her, trying to fill his face with her flesh.
His other hand began to work on her pants, fumbling with the zipper, stretching down inside of her warm flesh, reaching for her moist cunt. Charlotte began to search for his zipper, to feel for his cock.
She worked at his buttons, and finally her hand rested around the width of his cock. It was very hard, and it seemed quite wide and quite long. She fished it out and pushed him away a little bit to get a view.
It was a beautiful cock, a prize of a cock. It was long and finely tapered. She began to rub it, touching the head of it carefully and watching it twitch in her fingers.
Meanwhile Ambrose had four fingers working inside of her, turning her female juices into a creamy lather and making her body twist around with the building need.
His hand worked and worked on her aching cuntal area. The fingers grabbed at the cunt walls and the thumb played with the clitoris. It wasn't horribly skilled the way he was doing it, but it certainly was effective. Those two other lovers that Charlotte had had, the Frenchman and the Italian, they had been so skilled, so formal, so sure of what they were doing that Charlotte hadn't really enjoyed herself all that much.
She instead had felt clumsy, inadequate, unresponsive. But this was good, this was raw sex. There was no manuals here, no experience behind this boy. He was acting out of instinct and lust, and that was what she liked.
She stroked his cock passionately, putting pressure in some spots and just brushing over others. She handled his balls, squeezing the sac of soft, pliant skin in her hand as if it held ripe plums.
And their two bodies rolled together in the hay. Anyone looking in from the outside would have seen it as a struggle, the way they tore at each other's clothes and clasped each other's bodies and sometimes would try to break away from each other to get a better look or a better hold.
Charlotte tore her mouth away from his. "Darling, darling," she whispered frantically, "I must taste you-I must have your cock."
And with those words she sat up and unzipped his pants the rest of the way and pulled them down. Her gaze was greeted by an excellent erection, drops of pre-cum oozing from the head.
How beautiful was his cock to her, her head dipped down and her hands took hold of his thighs. Her tongue ached for a taste of his man meat. It flicked out of her mouth and licked around the head of his cock, it dipped into his cockhead's slit and made slow delicious circles all around the tender, sensitive head.
Ambrose moaned with pleasure. His legs tightened underneath her grasp and his cock throbbed underneath her tongue, the delicate manipulations of her tongue were sending him into a frenzy, and he was trying hard to control himself.
Charlotte pressed her lips over the head of the cock and began to suck on the sensitive area. As she did this, she also reached for his nuts and squeezed them gently and lovingly.
She loved what she was doing, and Ambrose loved what this woman was doing to him. He had never met anyone like her and no one had ever done anything to him like that. He hadn't believed that such feeling was possible.
One of Charlotte's hands snaked up underneath his shirt and touched his nipples, she tweaked the nipple and it occurred to her that she would like to suck them, too. She thought of all the places on his body that she wanted to suck and lick and she ended up sucking harder on his cock. Ambrose was trying hard to control himself as Charlotte's mouth slipped farther and farther down the length of his bursting prick. Finally, he grabbed a hold of her shoulders and tried to pull her away from his glistening and pulsating prick.
Charlotte sat up and smiled at him. Her eyes were clouded with desire for his young body and by the ache in her cunt in her own loins.
With a sigh she leaned back in the straw and allowed Ambrose to undress her the rest of the way so that soon she was lying totally naked in the straw. How lovely her body was then, how much he had wanted her.
To Ambrose there was no other woman in the world, she was a princess, a goddess. Her large, white breasts with the tiny little pink nipples flowed before his gaze down to the smooth, flat stomach down farther to the light brown downy pubic hairs and the pink lips of her cunt.
His head fell down to her tits again and he sucked them harder and harder. His hand, meanwhile, found her clitoris and he explored her little love button, causing shivers of lust to run up and down the woman's spine.
The hand in Charlotte's cunt traveled over and over, fingers inserted inside of her, diving deeper and deeper, looking for the entrance to her womb.
But then he was moving over her, fastening his lips to her lips again and trying to position his cock at the entrance to her cunt.
After a few clumsy attempts at entry, Charlotte in desperation guided the head of his prick to the door of her womanhood.
With one push, his cock gained about an inch of entry into the smooth, creamy folds of her cunt. The boy sighed with relief and the building of ecstasy. Charlotte's breasts heaved underneath the weight of his strong, young body.
Now that his cock was well on the way toward her womb, Charlotte wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him forward toward her body, she arched upward causing his cock to sink farther inside of her cunt.
This was too much for Ambrose and he shoved his cock ail the way to the hilt, all the way to the balls. Charlotte moaned with her pleasure and with the incredible relief of his filling prick.
Her cunt twitched, wanting friction and movement and more cock. But now Ambrose began to hump her in earnest, and one of her hands slipped down to his ass and she sought the tight little bunghole.
The finger was inserted, much to the boy's surprise and pleasure. And he humped her harder, shoving his cock in each time with as much force as he could muster.
There was hardly a word spoken between them; there was only the ascent and descent of his cock in her cunt. Charlotte arching her body up to meet the onslaught of the young man's passion.
They handled each other roughly, as if they could consume each other's body in their lust and their need. Striving for release, for satisfaction of the virulent need of their bodies.
And yet neither of them had ever felt anything so wonderful in their lives. For Charlotte, the raw lust was better than the expert touches of her former lovers. For Ambrose, the aura and straightforward approach of this woman was the best thing he had ever imagined.
The sweat of their bodies dripped and mingled, and their stomachs slapped together loudly. Their mouths were still glued together, and spit dripped into each other's mouth and down their faces. Their hair was tangled and matted with sweat and straw.
Like mad animals they fucked, rutting in the hay, the fury of their passions unleashed on each other. But soon Ambrose could hold back no longer and the violent throbbing and the jagged edge of his humping was a sure sign to Charlotte that the end was near.
Her cunt cavity was suddenly filled with the explosion of his prick. His hot sperm flooded her insides as Ambrose humped her with determination, grunting the last of his youthful ejaculation.
Suddenly Charlotte's fingernails dug into the flesh of his back and she tore her mouth away from his. Her orgasm came upon her like the roar of a deisel engine. It carried her away from her body. She screwed her eyes tight and hung onto Ambrose for all that she was worth, humping him violently, trying to take in all of his cock, all of his body into hers.
She peaked in spasms of sparks and flesh. Her moans were so loud that anyone walking by would have thought a horse was dying inside. She clutched at the boy humping her body. He filled her so nicely, so hard-even after he had cum he was still hard, still roaring inside of her.
At this point it wouldn't have mattered, because she was gone. She was flying on the storm cloud of her orgasm and nothing else could have disturbed her at that place.
Her whole frame shook as one after another, the spasms continued to mount in intensity. It felt as if she was losing her life, but it didn't matter. If only this feeling would continue to soar, and to soar until all of her life was gone, gone into a puddle of ecstasy.
She found his mouth again and they sucked at each other's tongue.
Finally they lay together, exhausted for the moment. They began to run their fingers up and down over their own bodies, trying to reclaim the haunted flesh.
Satisfied, amazed at the animal in each other, they sought each other's face, and their mouths met again in a calm and searching kiss. Then Charlotte's hand wandered down to the root of Ambrose, to his prick. It was a prick that she loved. Even in a limp state, it seemed beautiful to her. It seemed to her that she could never grow tired of making love with him.
She liked the way he fucked. She liked the intensity of his passion, of the plunging of his cock, seeking entrance to her womb, to her secret self.
After a while they rose and dressed, and after they had embraced again in a long kiss, they agreed to meet later in the day. And they did, that day and the next, with each meeting becoming better and each of them becoming more and more addicted to their kind of sex.
Charlotte could suck that cock for hours, and she often did. She loved the taste of his cum and she loved the way he shook and trembled when she made him cum.
It wasn't long before Ambrose was totally devoted to her, and Charlotte couldn't understand how she had lived without him. There were many days when they rode out to some secluded place and indulged in sex all day. They would fuck in the trees, on horseback, in the water, and at night Charlotte would sneak Ambrose into her room and they would lie together all night, cumming again and again, reaching climaxes that neither believed was possible.
All through the winter they met in secret, but in the spring they eloped and got married.
This was a horrible shock to Charlotte's father, who ranted and raved and threatened to annul the marriage. But in the end Charlotte Mann had always gotten what she wanted, and she had wanted Ambrose.
The shock to her father had been tremendous, and his hatred for Ambrose grew so intense that it became a sickness which eventually caused his death. He died less than a year after they had met.
The marriage was blissful for about three years. After her father's death, the responsibility of the fortune and the land held all over the world fell into Charlotte's hands. She was her father's daughter and she immediately set to work.
Under her hand, everything continued in the same way, in fact better than it had during the reign of her father. Any changes she had made were for the better.
But Ambrose, who had been a mere child when he had met Charlotte Mann, became easily spoiled. She controlled his life pretty much, at least the financial part of it. After a while, he did not see her as much as before and had only the comfort of her money.
He had been a poor boy and wasn't used to so much financial freedom, so much free time. He began to drink, to gamble, to pamper himself in every way. He grew to hate Charlotte for her control over him, though Charlotte had in no way meant to emasculate him. She had truly loved him and had expected him to join her in running the estate, in managing the horses and the help.
But Ambrose was of a weak temper, and he could only be jealous of Charlotte. Charlotte at first hadn't realized what was going on. Not until she had come back from a business trip and found him in bed with two of the maids.
Charlotte sat on the marble steps and sighed. She could have divorced him. But there was that memory. That memory of the fucking and sucking and the intense passion that had passed between them.
To Charlotte it would have been a concession to her father, it would have been admitting that he was right and that she had been wrong. Her father had never admitted being wrong.
And Charlotte was her father's daughter.
The pain of the disappointment had been terrible to Charlotte, but she had weathered it, had internalized it so well that she didn't miss a beat in her work and her life. She went on for months doing her jobs, carrying the load of her wealth and avoiding the subject of Ambrose. But an emptiness filled her being, an emptiness that haunted her in the early morning hours, a need that spoke to her when her mind wasn't occupied with facts and figures.
Charlotte Walder once again took to early morning rides across the meadows and down the countless horse trails that laced through the estates.
There was only one thing that pleased Charlotte at that time. That was the sight of all the attractive young boys who worked around the place. Her place was about the only work boys that young could find in the area, and there were always hordes of them coming to ask for employment.
In those days she had nothing to do with their hiring. It was all done by the trainer she kept, a stern man who believed in hard work and discipline.
One morning she walked into the stable and found him beating a boy of about fifteen. When she asked what the boy had done to deserve such a punishment, the man told her that he had neglected to rub down a certain horse and that it wasn't the first time.
The little boy was cowering in the corner of the barn, but he wasn't crying. Charlotte was so angry at his treatment that she hit the man with her riding crop, asking him how he liked to be treated like a mangy cur.
After the man had left angrily, exclaiming that he would leave the next day, Charlotte took the boy to the main house to one of the guest rooms. She told him to lie down for a while and rest, which he did.
It was at this point that Charlotte noted a strange reaction in herself. She felt drawn to the boy as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He looked so lovely to her, his young form and his clear, hairless face. Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed and watched him for quite a while.
She noted that the feeling she had was not maternal in the least.
She stroked his hair and his face and then her hands touched his chest. She caressed him and her touch was soothing to the boy, who eventually opened his eyes and smiled at her.
Charlotte couldn't remember exactly how it had happened that they had ended up naked on the bed together. The boy was innocent, and she had had no idea of seducing him really. But it was a very fine thing which happened that day, and it made Charlotte happy with herself.
She thrilled at the sight and the feel of the hard, young cock, the young body trembling with lust for her. She remembered very well how his searching hands had found her cunt, how he had explored her body as if she was the strangest, most wonderful creature in the world.
Charlotte's taste for life was discovered in that guest room, lying on the chest of that young boy whose name she couldn't even recall. She only remembered how firm and vibrant his young prick had felt inside her.
There had been others after that, so many others that she could not count them reasonably. She immediately began to do all the hiring herself. The trainer who had beat the boy was gone, and she found that she had to hire another such person.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Charlotte?" The voice was that of Betsy Cantwell. The trainer she had hired.
Charlotte turned to face her horse trainer and her friend. She smiled at the young woman who stood about five foot three inches with her long brown hair pulled back in a tight bun. Her form was somewhat muscular for a girl since she was a very strong individual.
But her face was pretty, a small, slightly turned up nose and large brown eyes.
Charlotte then saw that Betsy had two young men with her that she had never seen before. One of them was a little black boy, his skin a rich, creamy brown and his hair cropped very close to his scalp. His huge, brown, bovine eyes searched her face anxiously.
His companion was the same height as him but that was the only similarity in physical appearance. He was as blond as his friend was black. His pale blue eyes looked deeply into Charlotte's, and his pale, blond hair, almost platinum, looked tousled around his ears.
Altogether they made a lovely pair, a real study in contrasts. Already Charlotte felt lustful toward them. They were so handsome, so unique to her. She immediately came from her deliberations and gave her full attention to Betsy and her wards.
"What is it, Betsy?" She asked looking very serious.
"See these two youngsters here? I caught them trespassing in one of the stables. They might have been up to steal something."
"Did you catch them with anything."
"No, Charlotte, but I thought that you might want to talk to them about what can happen to people who go where they're not supposed to go." Betsy gave Charlotte a wink.
"Thank you, Betsy, that will be all for now. I will inform you of what I'm going to do."
Charlotte took the two boys to the office which adjoined the closest barn. She sat down behind the desk, and they remained standing, holding their hands together and looking back at her with a mixture of fear and rebellion.
"Well, first of all, you can begin by telling me your names." she said.
Their names were Timmy, the black boy, and Benjy was the blond. They were both fourteen years old, and it seemed that they lived in town.
"All right, boys, now are you aware of what I can do to you?" I could call the police and let them take care of this."
Timmy spoke up, "Please, Ma'am, don't do that, we've already gotten in trouble with the cops for some other things."
After Charlotte had found out all about the two boys and ascertained that the only trouble they had ever been in was the usual things that fourteen year olds got into trouble fort and after she had found out that they were both from very poor families, she offered them jobs on her estate.
They were to work as assistants to the gardener, and so she brought them into an adjoining room where they might change their clothes. She found some coveralls for them and then told them to put them on.
The boys were a little shocked when she didn't leave the room as they were changing.
"Aren't you going to leave while we undress, Ma'am?" Benjy asked.
Charlotte shook her head. "No, I have to make certain your bodies are strong enough to do the work that I have in store for you."
Rather embarrassed, the two young men began to undress. When they had gotten down to their underwear and were about to put on the coveralls, Charlotte told them to take off their underwear also.
With quite a bit of argument, she finally succeeded in convincing them that it was absolutely necessary that they strip down to the raw.
And then they were nude. Charlotte had to sit down on a bench, the effect of their nakedness was so heavy to her. They were incredibly beautiful. Their cocks, one black and one white, hung limp against their thighs, their pubic areas were still sparsely -haired.
Although they seemed a little thin in some respects, the overall effect was very nice indeed. They seemed anxious to put their clothes back on, but Charlotte had no intention of allowing this opportunity to get by.
She approached the two boys so that she was standing between them. With her riding crop she prodded Timmy's limp cock.
"That's a pretty limp, little cock you've got there, sonny, I'll bet you've never had an erection in your life."
In spite of Timmy's tender age, he was anxious to prove that he was a man.
"Yeah? Well, you ought to see me some time. I get a bigger hard-on than Benjy, that's for sure."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Benjy exclaimed, "My cock is just as hard and big as yours is."
"Well," said Charlotte pleased with this turn of events. "I think I need to settle this argument between you two gentlemen. Let's just see whose erection is the most impressive."
And with those words, both of her hands reached out and she grabbed each one of the nearby pricks.
The two boys looked at her with some surprise, but she didn't give them the opportunity to pull away from her. She had them by their handles and she had them good and tight in her hands, and there was no way that they could run away from her.
Besides, the job that she had just given them paid more money than they had ever had in their lives.
Besides, she wasn't a bad-looking woman at all, and her hands were already stroking them pretty good. Benjy thought to himself that this woman stroked him better than he did himself at night when all his brothers and sisters had fallen asleep in the room with him.
"Now, boys, in order to make this test valid, I want you both to lie down on the rug."
Without losing hold of their cocks, she maneuvered them down to a reclining position on the carpeted floor. Charlotte continued to caress and jerk off the boys, using all of her expert touches and secret knowledge.
It wasn't long before they began to get nice and hard. How she loved making a prick hard. How she loved the way it rapidly gathered strength, how she loved the transformation from limp organ to hard cock of desire.
As she stroked their cocks rhythmically, Timmy, the little black boy, reached up with one hand and touched her tits underneath her shirt. Benjy soon followed suit, and then they were working on getting the buttons unbuttoned.
Charlotte thrilled to the feel of their curious hands on her tits. They were both touching her now exposed breasts, and the nipples that crowned her mounds of pliant flesh.
Her tits hung down voluptuously toward the boys whose eyes just couldn't get enough of her womanly flesh. Meanwhile she continued to work on their cocks, noting that although Timmy's cock was definitely longer, Benjy's cock was wider.
What did it matter? They were both beautiful specimens and Charlotte decided that she wouldn't mind at all taking one or both of them up her cunt.
She knew that they were both really excited and could see drops of pre-cum oozing from the tips of their hard, organs. The two cocks twitched in her hands and were becoming sticky from her ministrations.
Suddenly Charlotte stopped jerking them off. "All right, boys, looks like their about as hard as they're going to get, now what do you want to do with those hard-ons?"
The two boys looked at each other and then back at her. "Shit, Ma'am," said Timmy, who seemed to be the bolder of the two. "Why don't you bring us off at least?"
Charlotte laughed her clear, high laugh at the boys and grabbed Timmy by the balls.
"So, you want me to make you cum, do you?" She laughed again, "Why don't you make me cum?"
"Sure, Ma'am, I'd like to do that," said the little black kid.
"All right, I've made a decision about that." Charlotte said, looking serious again. "I've decided that I want you to fuck me, Timmy. Do you think you would like that?"
Charlotte was still handling his nice, hard cock. She was practically drooling, it looked so tasty to her.
"What about Benjy?" Timmy said pointing to his friend's equally hard erection.
"Oh, don't worry," said Charlotte, "I'll take care of your friend."
Charlotte then removed her clothes and lay down in between the two friends. She spread her legs and stretched her lovely body across the floor. The two boys were quite excited by the sight of her perfect skin and the lack of hair. They had never imagined anything like this.
Timmy, overcome with desire at the availability of this attractive woman jumped on her body right away and clumsily tried to stick his cock up her.
Charlotte laughed and pushed him away. "Not that way, silly. My goodness, you do have a lot to learn. We have plenty of time." She grabbed hold of his short, curly hair. "Wouldn't you like to taste my cunt a little before you slam that cock of yours up inside me?"
"Taste you, Ma'am?"
"Yes, I want you to lick my cunt, Timmy, I know that you'll like the way my cunt tastes. And, Benjy, I notice the way you've been looking at my tits, so why don't you apply your mouth to those for a while."
The two boys smiled at each other again and Timmy got his head between Charlotte's legs. Charlotte felt his curly head burrowing into her cunt and a shiver of lust fled through her loins and up her spine. It wasn't long at all before she felt the first contact of his tongue and lips against her cuntlips and flicking across her clit.
Meanwhile Benjy had fastened his face to her left tit and was squeezing the right one with the other hand. He sucked hungrily at that tit, the aura of sex was very bright and smells of desire rose and filled the air.
Charlotte herself, felt herself floating into that nether world of flowing juices and hard organs. Just the sight of those two young men, the touch of their hands and their mouths was sending Charlotte into paroxysms of desire.
Timmy's tongue was making flapping noises against the mobile flesh of her cunt. Charlotte tensed her thighs as the boy's tongue found its way into her cuntal cavity and began to taste the tender inner flesh.
The boy sucked on one of her cuntlips making Charlotte moan with the accumulating needs of her body. Her flesh crawled and goose bumps appeared on her hairless skin.
She lay back, feeling like an earth mother, with these two beautiful youngsters attending to her needs. Every once in a while, she would reach out and touch their flesh somewhere as if to ascertain that it was really happening.
The contrast in their skin and their hair pleased her very much.
"All right, my little black love," she said tenderly, patting the curly black head. "Mount me now."
And she guided the boy onto her breast, her hand snaked down to his crotch and she handled his prick, guiding that into her cunt hole. Her cunt was fully lubricated, the juices that she secreted made it easy for the hard black head of the boy's cock to ease up into her.
Charlotte sighed heavily and arched her body, and the cock slid farther up into her. The boy's face was pressed against her neck and his arms were around her back.
Benjy sat very close to the woman and the black boy, watching intently and caressing and touching when he felt like it. Charlotte looked up at him and with a free hand she touched his very erect, very reddened prick.
"I have an idea, my darlings," she said. And she arranged Timmy so that her face was free. "All right, my Benjy, sit on my face, love." And they got into the position so that Timmy was fucking her cunt and Benjy was sitting on her chest with his cock presented to her eager mouth.
Charlotte couldn't believe the thrill she was getting from the power. The black cock was already working in and out of her, and the sound of the two boys breathing heavily was a turn-on in itself.
She now lifted her chin so that she could take the white cock into her mouth. She licked around the head of it, taking onto her tongue a couple of droplets of his pre-cum. The boy was looking down at her face, his expression intent.
His hands held onto part of his cock, using his own hands to guide it into the woman's waiting mouth. She licked around in circles, making the cock twitch and throb.
She noted the purple veins that decorated the membrane. Again, Charlotte thought how much she loved to take cocks into her mouth; there was nothing like it in the world, and she loved the taste of boy flesh and boy sperm.
She loved the smell of boy meat, and she just couldn't get enough of it.
Meanwhile Timmy was fucking her harder and harder. His cock thrilled to the feeling of warm, woman flesh surrounding the hardness of his desire. His need to create the friction of cock and cunt was so great that he could hardly contain himself.
But he recalled that Charlotte had cautioned him about going slow. She had told him that there was plenty of time, and he tried his best not to cum right away.
But it felt so good, so good. He couldn't believe the feeling of his first fuck into this most willing twat. The lack of hair was a real turn-on. It was so easy to see exactly how the cock went in and out, to see the dripping fluids of the two organs.
In the position he was in, he could see everything perfectly. It was practically an anatomy lesson. In fact, it was the kind of thing that he had hardly dared to dream about.
He could also see his friend Benjy and his white ass bobbing up and down on the woman's chest. He sort of envied his friend for a moment, thinking how neat it must be to have one's cock sucked.
But soon he was too excited to think about anything but the movement of his throbbing cock in her juicy pussy. He let out a yell and took off like a runaway fucking machine.
He bore down with his body and pushed his cock up her cunt to the hilt, to the base of his balls. Charlotte loved the feeling of soft balls bouncing off her ass.
She began to squirm and wriggle underneath the two boy bodies. They were both getting out of hand now, their needs and their desires reaching the peak of pleasure.
While Timmy was pummeling her cunt, the other boy now had shoved his whole cock down her throat, and unheedful of how it might feel due to his extreme passion, plunged in and out.
Charlotte soon got this under control by pinching one of his balls.
He took his cock out of her mouth in surprise.
"What's you do that for?" he said.
"Be careful, my little friend," Charlotte said, "I'm not a plastic doll, you know. Now do it right."
Then she guided the sweet cock into her hungry mouth again and this time the boy was more wary of what he was doing.
Suddenly, not able to withstand the terrible pleasure that he was getting from fucking her hairless cunt, Timmy began to wail with ecstasy as he shot a hot load of gooey sperm into the woman's sucking pussy.
He plunged like a mad dog into her cunt, and in response Charlotte tightened and flexed her cunt muscles and arched her back as best she could.
Timmy, looking for support, grabbed onto the shoulders of his friend who was busy riding the woman's mouth, watching his wet cock go in and out of her slurping mouth.
For her part, Charlotte was giving the boy the first sucking of his life. She sucked hard first, sucked as if she was milking him of all the sperm his body could produce, and then she blew hard on the cock as if he were a birthday balloon.
Thus the boy was soon at the point where he could no longer withstand the pleasure of her sucking and blowing and licking.
Before Charlotte knew it, both of her cavities were being filled with hot cum. Her cunt felt the oozing, hot pressure of the black boy's sperm and her mouth was taking in seemingly a lifetime supply of the gooey substance.
Once again Charlotte collected the full load of sperm into her mouth and swished it on the still mouth-fucking cock. And when she was sure that it had ejaculated all of it, she swallowed in one big gulp.
Timmy was still pumping her body with his now satisfied cock. He had cum very well, but it felt to him as if he continued that it wouldn't be very long before his cock had achieved another full erection and he would be able to blast the woman with another load of his sperm.
Charlotte licked tenderly at the limping prick in her mouth. She knew these boys well enough to know that it was only a matter of minutes and some of her expert technique before they would be ready for another bout with her body.
She hadn't had an orgasm yet, because she could not decide how she wanted to go. She could have easily had gotten it off while Timmy was fucking her cunt.
But suddenly she moved definitively, showing the two young men that she wanted to get up. She decided that she wanted to see that young black face down at her cunt, licking up his sperm and her cunt fluids.
She stood up then, shrugging them off and out of her body. Again the boys looked surprised. With her foot she pushed Timmy gently down to the position that she had been in.
Need and lust were driving her onward, as Charlotte mounted Timmy's face. She pressed her cunt over the boy's mouth, and although he was rather shocked at this turn of events, he was determined to please. He had heard of this kind of thing and he didn't want to betray his innocence by balking or trying to get away.
No, he wanted to do a good job on this woman who had allowed him his first fuck ever.
Charlotte opened her cuntlips with her own fingers, and the boy's tongue met with her flesh, that flesh which was terribly stimulated by the friction of the fucking that it had just received, by the general aura of sexuality rampant in the air.
Charlotte's fingers went into the boy's mouth, and with them she guided his tongue to her clitoris and made it swirl all around that spot. She was brazen, crazy with lust, sweat poured down off her face and from between her tits.
She moaned and groaned as if she had gone into a sublime trance and she wriggled her juicy cunt all around on the black lips of her new young friend.
Timmy decided he liked the taste of her cunt, and he now began to eat her out like he had been born for the task. He sucked hard on her cuntlips and nibbled voraciously on her clitty.
Charlotte was insane, the lust that had filled her every part was pressing her into a deep orgasm.
The first spasm made her scream with delight, and her hands clutched at her own breasts.
The spasms built and built, driving her into further squirming; the erratic and violent twists of her body distorted her face. The orgasm continued, taking her higher and higher into a physicality that she had never believed possible.
As the orgasm receded and she became more and more aware of her surroundings and her company. She smiled at the boys she had just enjoyed and who had enjoyed her.
She also noted that Benjy had another flaming erection. She climbed off of the dark face that was now smeared with her cum and pulled Benjy over to her.
"You like my tits, don't you, darling?"
The boy nodded at her, his cock twitching.
"How would you like to fuck my tits?"
This was a novel idea to the boy, and Charlotte quickly positioned herself so that he could sit on her stomach. She held his hard cock, placing it in her cleavage and then holding her tits together with her hands, making them all tight and fleshy around his cock.
It wasn't long before the boy had found his rhythm, and now his cock moved quickly between the two globes of flesh.
Charlotte's nipples were a dark purple and very erect. Like two little cocks they were, and she thrilled at the smell and the sound of the wet cock sluicing between her sweaty breasts.
Now she could watch his face, watch the contortions and the intensity of a boy consumed with lust. Both of her hands squeezed her breasts together, hut now he, too, held onto her large breasts so that the feeling he was getting was like a tight cunt.
Charlotte loved the whole thing, she loved to feel hands on her breasts, and she liked to take a pounding prick between her tits, too. She anticipated the moment of release, thinking how the throbbing would begin and then she would be covered with a sizeable amount of cum.
Timmy had gone back between her spread legs and was trying to insert his still rather limp cock. It seemed that he couldn't get enough of that twat down there.
To Charlotte there was no other sound in the world but lustful breathing and slithering cock meat.
And that was perfectly all right with her; there was no prettier sounds in the world. She felt her body coming alive again from all the fleshy friction, from Timmy's cock which now had achieved enough of a hard-on to be pushed once again up into her vagina, too. And from Benjy's cock bursting with its spermy burden ripping into her breasts. She was going into her wild orgasm again, this time she went into her orgasm in time with the cock that was plunging into its own orgasm.
She squeezed her tits tightly around the cock moving on her, and suddenly all the rhythms of the three bodies were broken up and they were all falling away to the completion of their lustful movements.
It was all cock and cunt and tit, his young balls swinging and the hips moving and swiveling about, everyone straining to get as much of this or that they possibly could. Timmy straining to get every inch of his cock into the cunt that he liked so much. Benjy straining to envelope his cock in the plaint flesh of her tits, and Charlotte straining to take all the cock in all the places that she could.
Their moans filled the air and the struggle continued for a few moments as they soared to the heights of ecstasy together. It was all confused lust and need spending itself in a shower of sperm.
And finally they all relaxed somewhat and lay in a pile of bodies, trying to breath, trying to resume control of their tired, used flesh. Charlotte felt very good. She liked these two boys very much, they were willing to try anything, they were fair game to the games that she liked to play.
And their young cocks were hot and ready.
Charlotte's hand reached for her own cunt which had now had two spectacular, orgasms. She fingered her clitoris and felt the wet fuck sauce that was oozing out of her twat and onto the carpet.
For a woman her age, she thought to herself, she certainly had no trouble with sex. No, not at all. In fact, as she fingered her own cunt, she thought that she felt the stirrings of further desire.
She gazed at the lovely two young men who lay on either side of her. They were both lying on their backs, exhausted, with their eyes closed.
She reached out with either hand and rested them on the tired stems of their manhood.
"Ah, my poor darlings, imagine a woman my age having more energy then two fourteen year olds put together. I'm afraid that you'll have to do better than that with the horses."
Timmy sat up, "Shit, Ma'am, you're about the greatest person I've ever met in my life. I can't understand how you would let us do those things to you."
"Why, didn't you like what we three did together?"
"Oh, yes!" Timmy exclaimed, "Nothing ever felt so good in my whole life."
Charlotte leaned toward the boy and fastened her mouth to his mouth. She put her arms around him tenderly and kissed him hard, sticking her tongue into his mouth and licking and tasting where her cunt had been before.
Then, when that kiss was broken, she kissed Benjy and she hugged the two of them against her breasts.
"Do you think that you will like working for Charlotte Walder, my little friends?" she asked, smiling warmly.
They both exclaimed that they thought it would be heaven.
After a little while, Charlotte rose from the warm embrace and began to get dressed, she told them to do the same and said that they would be shown suitable quarters and various duties.
She also said that they could go home that night to inform their parents of their future employment. When the two boys heard what their salary would be, they were overcome with happiness.
When they were all ready, Charlotte found Jon, the boy who had shown Kevin around and told him to show them to suitable quarters.
That taken care of, Charlotte sauntered back to her sprawling mansion. In spite of the irritation of Ambrose, it had been a very good day.
Her cunt, over-stimulated by all the fucking and sucking that she had enjoyed that day, was practically alive with sex. It was as if she were a walking cunt and the rest of her body was accessory.
Charlotte smiled and began to hum to herself. How funny it was that she was still horny after all that. She started thinking about which boy she would take with her into her bed.
She decided upon Kevin, that nice cock of his, she thought, was probably really anxious to explore her little, hairless cunt.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Ambrose Walder steered his car down the long driveway to his wife's mansion, he reached a decision. He was already somewhat drunk, and he was desperate.
When he had parked his car at the front door and been let in by the maid, he went directly to the bar. He poured himself a drink and sat on a stool. His fingers clenched the cold glass that he held.
If only, he thought, if only the old bag would drop dead. Then all of what was hers would be his. How could she expect him to live on the piddling five hundred dollars a week. He wasn't her mistress, after all.
The old bitch, he thought, if only she hadn't caught him with the two maids that time. If only he had been more discreet. Now there was nothing between them. He could have fooled her, made her think that he still loved her, the way he had loved her in the stable that first time.
He had been a fool, he should have been more clever.
It was too late for that, and he knew it. But there was that other thing. Those debts. He needed money, a lot of money, and he needed it right away. He had felt that luck was on his side that night, so he had kept playing, kept trying to win and he lost everything.
They had staked him because they knew who he was married to, but now they wanted the money he owed. And now they were making threats. Ambrose was frightened. And in his fear, he thought of a wild scheme, in his desperation he decided that he would have to do something drastic.
He decided that he would steal from his own wife. She had given him everything, but she had taken away his freedom in the bargain. How he hated her, how he hated the sight of her.
He thought about killing her for a moment. He plotted the whole thing in his head in any number of ways. Ambrose had no spine for killing, but he was low enough to steal.
There was a solid gold idol. The one that Charlotte's grandfather had brought back from China. It was available to him. It was in her study; all he had to do was wait until the household was asleep, walk in and take it.
They would never suspect him. They would accuse the servants; he would even help her find a scapegoat. Perhaps Charlotte wouldn't even notice that it was missing.
At least for a while. .
He continued to drink a while longer, but then decided that he should have some control on reality if he was going to carry out his plan. He rang for the maid to get him coffee.
The maid entered the room. "You rang for me, Sir?" she said, smiling.
"Yes, get me some coffee." Ambrose said, looking her over. Yes, he thought, that fucking wife of his had taste, that was one thing that he had to grant her. She always hired the best-looking chicks. This one maid was real nice. All soft-looking, with nice tits, a nice ass, pretty blonde hair swept into bunches of curls.
Ambrose licked his lips. Just looking at that ass made his cock twitch.
When the girl returned with the coffee, Ambrose looked up again. She placed the tray down on the bar and made as if to leave. Ambrose grabbed her hand.
"Where you going, honey?" he said, smiling, "Why don't you stay and have a drink with me?"
"I'm very tired, Sir," she said, but smiling very pleasantly.
Ambrose stood up and pulled her to him. He found her lips and kissed her very hard, sticking his tongue down her throat. The girl struggled with him, but it was a very unconvincing struggle.
His hand found her breasts and undid the buttons. Soon he had a handful of her tits and he was molding and squeezing them and clutching at her nipples.
Then the hand went underneath her skirt and between her legs. It wasn't long before the hand had found its mark. He rubbed her cunt through the thin underwear with the palm of his hand.
The girl began to respond to his rough caresses, her tongue intertwined with his tongue, and her body relaxed against his. She also began to move her cunt on his hand, shoving her body down farther onto his palm so that he touched her clitoris.
He still clutched at her heaving chest, but after a while he finished unbuttoning her blouse and removed it so that he could look at her tits.
"You're nice, baby, got real tight little tits." he said, smiling lecherously.
The girl smiled back at him coyly. For her part, she found Mr. Walder an attractive man although he had a somewhat round stomach. What really made him attractive to her was all the money she thought he had-. She was new on the place and wasn't yet aware of how things worked, that Ambrose Walder had no money of his own and what money he was given by his wife was soon frittered away on gambling or some such vice.
"Well," she said, fluttering her long lashes, "how about you, how NICE are you, Mr. Walder?"
"Call me Ambrose, dear, and listen...." he said, squeezing her right tit, "I can be very nice to someone as well laid out as you."
The girl's lissome fingers fluttered down to the fly of his pants and immediately unzipped him. With no trouble at all she fished out his cock, which was already raring to go. It was a flaming red, a long and skinny cock that looked like it could do really fine work.
The girl licked her lips. She wanted to suck it a little bit, but she didn't want to seem too forward with her employer.
"Go ahead, honey," Ambrose laughed, "You're dying to suck my cock."
The girl fell to her knees and, holding his cock with one hand, she slipped her mouth over the head. She commenced licking and then began to suck him vigorously.
Ambrose loved what she was doing to him, and it excited him so much that he was overcome with lust. He was so horny for that girl he just felt like pushing her over on the floor, spreading her legs, and ramming it home to her.
The girl was really involved in sucking the long prick in her mouth, though and she was testily taking more and more of the thing down her pretty throat.
It was all too much for Ambrose, and he finally pushed the girl's head away from his cock with a grunt. Then he got down on his knees and, after a quick kiss, pushed her over on the floor. He lifted her skirt and slid off her underwear.
He began to finger her cunt, spreading her legs out and then bending them at the knee so he could get a good view of the pussy area. The girl had a nice cunt, nice and wet already. He stuck two of his fingers in and lathered her up. He pushed his hand up as far as he could get it, and the girl wriggled around on the floor with pleasure.
It wasn't long before Ambrose realized that he had the girl frantic with desire. She wanted to be fucked and nothing else mattered to her.
That was when he got an idea. He got up and left her and walked over to a cabinet at the end of the room, he looked for a while and then found what he wanted and returned to her.
As he had done that, the girl had gotten a little upset and asked what he had done.
He showed her what he had in his hand. "Do you know what this is, baby?"
She looked at an object that was the head of a cock, maybe altogether two inches long. "It looks like part of a dildo." she said.
"It's an extension for my cock." said Ambrose laughing. "I think you'll like this."
The girl did seem to approve of the idea. She thought that it was a little weird for him to be bringing out an artificial device, at least so soon in the game, but he was the boss.
She watched Ambrose as he inserted the extender over his cock. He seemed to take great enjoyment in just that aspect of the thing.
It looked funny to her, but she had always dreamed of what it would be like to be fucked by a foot-long cock, and she was terribly turned on by the aspect of it, not to mention the great job he had done of fingering her cunt.
Ambrose spread her legs again, arranging her in the most vulnerable position he could. Then, using his hand, he inserted the head of the plastic extender in the juicy area of the girl's cunt.
The girl shivered at the first contact and held her breath, awaiting eagerly and with some fear the onslaught of the twelve-inch cock.
Ambrose, breathing heavily, pushed up into her a few inches, filling her cuntal cavity more and more, until he could go no farther. He lay on her stomach twitching and breathing heavily.
"How do you like it, baby, have you ever felt anything as good as that?" He began to move a little, making circles with his hips and pulling out a little.
"Ummmm you feel so nice, I could probably fuck you for hours, sweetie," Ambrose grunted and plunged down sharply into the girl's cunt. She let out a little sound of pain and pleasure. It hurt her a little, but it was a nice kind of pain.
She had never felt anything like that, it was so filling, so deeply filling, and she began to push her body up to meet the thrusts of Ambrose's body.
They began to get down to some earnest fucking with Ambrose humping her fast and hard, like a bear he held her down, pushing in and pulling out and plunging with as much force as he could.
The girl responded in kind, thrilled by the novelty and the intensity of Ambrose Walder's brand of fucking.
She began to maneuver him and succeeded in rolling him over onto his back so that she could sit up and really take the long cock deep into her vagina.
They whipped in and out of each other, sweat pouring off of their bodies and their faces contorted with lust. It was not long before the girl began to orgasm, flailing her arms about and crying out and bearing down harder than ever on the hard cock.
Ambrose felt his cock swelling inside of the extender, throbbing inside the plastic. The friction was very nice and he began to cum, too. When he went off, he quickly pushed the girl onto her back again and went at her like a mad dog, biting her breasts and riding her wildly.
She moaned underneath him, fighting for breath, listening to his obscene grunts as he humped and fucked her.
When he was finished, he pulled out immediately and stood up. He carefully removed the piece from his cock and placed it on a table. He got a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his cock then tossed the piece of material in the waste paper basket.
He got dressed, leaving the girl to stare at him in wonder. When he was dressed, he looked down at her with some surprise.
"What are you doing down there on the floor?"
"Resting, Sir. That was some fuck you just gave me.
"Well, I think you'd better get dressed and get the hell out of here."
The girl, somewhat hurt and very surprised, got up and put her clothes on. When she was ready to leave, she decided to walk to the door. .
"Oh, yes," said Ambrose, hardly giving her a glance, "Would you mind getting me some more coffee? This pot seems to have gotten cold."
"Yes ... Sir." she said, taking the tray and leaving.
Charlotte Walder was preparing for bed at that very moment. Inside her suite of rooms, inside her private bathroom she had Kevin in the sunken tub and she was washing off his body. She had explained to him that he had probably had a long day and that a hot bath would soothe him thoroughly.
Kevin leaned back against the tiles in oblivion as Charlotte's graceful hands lathered his chest and under his arms and down his belly to that area of wonder between his legs.
Already his cock stood up above the water and the red pubic hair was very nice between the bubbles. Charlotte was totally naked beside him, her large breasts dangling and swinging about his face so that occasionally he could turn his head and get a mouthful of tit.
Charlotte laughed at this antics and soaped his balls. She rubbed and lathered his cock, and, without stopping, stuck her finger up his tight, little ass.
The boy jumped in surprise.
"What's the matter, my darling, didn't you like that?"
"It's not that, ma'am, it's just that asses are so dirty."
"Not after they've had a nice bath. Asses are wonderful, my Kevin, you will learn that tonight, because I'm going to let you fuck my asshole."
Kevin turned to her with fear and disappointment. "Please, can't we fuck the right way?"
Charlotte laughed at him and tugged on his cock. "You little fool, any way you fuck is the right way. Now don't be skittish, my little stallion. I have a pretty, clean, tight asshole, and you will enjoy it."
When Charlotte had dried off the boy and taken him into her bedroom, she asked him to sit on the bed. She went to a bureau and took something out of it that was wrapped in flowered silk. That she stashed under the pillow.
Charlotte's bed was marvelous. It was a huge satin affair, a bed as big as a good-sized bedroom, and it was placed in the part of the room that was all windows, an area something like an enormous bay window.
The whole bed jutted out and adjoined the balcony to Charlotte's study.
The couple lay on the bed together, and Kevin was busy trying to suck on Charlotte's tits. Charlotte kissed his hair tenderly and bit on his ear. The boy was feeling shock waves of immense proportion running up and down throughout his body.
His hand slipped down to her cunt and he looked for her clitoris. He touched the little love button and Charlotte jumped with that contact. Another finger found its way up and down her cunt walls, her cuntlips, touching, caressing, exploring the area of her womanhood.
Charlotte loved the way the young fingers were so anxious to learn all about her cunt, to learn the places that most turned on a woman. She was glad she had no hair on her cunt because that made it easier for her young proteges to see what they were working on.
She sought out his mouth and began to suck on his lips, hungrily she ate at the wet mouth that was there for their tongues. Charlotte's hand seeking out the hard, young cock that she would soon have wherever she wanted it.
Slowly she crept down between the boy's legs and began to lick down into his crotch, toward his hardened organ. The boy was trembling with desire and with accumulating need. He had never experienced anything like this voracious woman.
And now she was going to suck his cock!
Charlotte fastened her lips gently over the head of his dick and flicked her tongue across the piss slit. She felt the throbbing organ and began to suck lightly, making funny little noises.
She only did that for a while, though, and slipped farther under in order to take his pliant balls into her mouth for a tongue-washing. Then she went even farther and sucked on his bunghole, sending thrills through the boy that were unimaginable.
Her tongue snaked up into his asshole, and the sphincter muscles flexed on her wet tongue. He had one clean ass, that was for sure, and Charlotte loved the taste and feel of his virgin asshole.
With her hands she pried his buttocks apart to look closely at his asshole. She couldn't wait any longer.
The boy was too absorbed in what she had been doing to him to notice her take the object she had hid before into her hand. It was a vibrator.
Charlotte turned the instrument on and applied it to the area outside of the boy's asshole. He recoiled and tried to look around to see what she was doing to him.
She told him to relax and trust her, which he did with some reservations. But as she ran the object over his buttocks and over his thighs, he felt his flesh slipping into a secure euphoria and he relaxed totally.
It was at that point that Charlotte began to insert the vibrator up his asshole. Carefully she maneuvered the head of the thing up inside the boy. He was relaxed now, but there was still a lot of fleshy resistance.
She reached under the bed and got a jar of some special cream that she kept for such occasions. She covered the head of the vibrator with the cream and then applied it with her fingers to the boy's bunghole.
Now she could slide the vibrating object up inside him without too much difficulty. The boy tensed a little but as it went further and further up inside him and caressed the flesh of his ass so nicely, he couldn't help but get used to the idea of it and the feel of it.
Charlotte slid it in and out, and the boy moaned with deep pleasure. He shut his eyes and just went with the wonderful vibrations that were happening to his ass.
The whole of his spine felt numb, relaxed, floating in space, but his cock was oozing fluids and his balls were itching. The sensuality of what that woman was doing to him was tremendous.
Charlotte herself enjoyed this part of her sex life a lot. She wasn't averse to using artificial devices and she would on occasion strap a dildo to her cunt and fuck a young boy up the ass.
She had learned about these things from Betsy, who had a whole collection of artificial sex aids.
The vibrator went in and out of the boy's ass and the mounds of his buttocks shook perceptively from-the electric motion. Charlotte thought he looked so good that she could have easily taken a bite of his ass flesh.
Little boys' asses were so nice, so clean and clear, so much better than the scarred and pimpled asses of old men. And they were so open to experimentation.
Her hand reached around and grabbed his cock. It was as hard as ever; it throbbed continuously in her hand. She out-lined the veins with her fingernails.
Suddenly she removed the vibrator from his ass and turned it off. She put it beside the bed. Then she sat up, as did the boy.
"All right, my darling, now I'm going to allow you to fuck me up the ass. I know you will do it very well, and that you will enjoy it."
The boy was so excited she could have told him to fuck the faucet in the bathroom and it would have sounded good to him.
Charlotte lay her body across the big bed. She lay on her stomach and spread her legs wide. Immediately the boy was right there between her legs looking for her asshole. Charlotte told him to lather his cock with the cream she had used, and she listened as the boy did what she told him.
Soon she felt the head of his cock pushing for entrance to the tight, dark entrance to her bowels.
Ambrose had let himself into Charlotte's study. He went directly to the cabinet that held the heirloom and found that the thing was locked up. He realized he would have to break the glass.
He looked around the room for something that would work, when suddenly he heard a moan. He stopped in his tracks. He heard it again. It seemed to be coming from outside.
He walked over to the balcony and opened the french doors. He heard it again, somewhat louder.
He walked outside and stood on the balcony. His mouth fell open at what he saw.
Only a few feet away from his eyes, separated from him by one sheet of glass, was his wife on her bed, on her stomach, and there was a young man with red hair between her legs and behind her ass.
He was putting his cock up her ass. Ambrose licked his lips, dumbstruck by the scene. He was an unobserved observer, and yet he could have reached out and touched the couple if it weren't for that one pane of glass.
Charlotte clutched at the pillow as Kevin's cock slid farther and farther up her ass. She loved the filling feeling of hot prick in tight ass. At first it was a little uncomfortable. But then, it always was.
But once things got moving and once the muscles or her ass learned to accommodate the huge hard-on, she knew it would feel wonderful.
Kevin held her around the waist and sat very rigid. He was careful, very careful, even though he felt that his cock was aching to be thrust in and out of flesh.
He loved the tight ass flesh, he liked the way it flexed on his cock. His cock twitched and throbbed in response and worked its way farther and farther until it was deeply seated in her bowels.
Once he was in her up to the roots of his balls he stopped for a moment to take in the whole of the great feeling. Charlotte asked him to reach underneath her and fondle her cunt as he fucked her, and this he did very willingly.
His finger snaked under her belly and began to pull and tweak her clitoris. Charlotte moaned with delight as spasms of lust shot through her whole body.
Then the boy began to hump the willing ass, his cock thrust forward and he moaned softly with the wonderful twitches of his body. His head was .swimming in a sea of lust. He felt as if he would never be able to separate his cock from the tight ass in which it was imbedded.
Charlotte began to wiggle her spread legs and squirm with her flowing pussy all over the boy's fingers. She felt like a worm, giggled at that thought, and the boy thrust deeper into her hot, hot hole.
Ambrose unzipped his fly and pulled out his long, skinny cock. It was harder than it had ever been. He had to admit to himself that his wife, in spite of her rather advanced age, was one hell of a good-looking woman.
That young boy seemed to be enjoying her ass at any rate. Ambrose could see the boy's hard cock thrusting in and out of his wife's asshole, he could even see what the boy was doing to her cunt, diddling it, which made Charlotte raise her body with the pleasure.
Ambrose began to jerk himself off with one hand. With the other hand he pulled another piece of plastic out of his coat pocket. It was an ejaculator. He fitted it in the proper place, letting his cock be teased with the opening and then letting his dick slide in and out of the thing.
Meanwhile he watched his wife being fucked up the ass, thrilling at her clutching at the sheets and the contorted mask of lust the young man wore.
For a moment Ambrose couldn't help wishing that he could change places with the young man. But it was only for the moment, because he was so stimulated by what he was watching.
He watched them intently and even could hear their moans and groans of pleasure. He could practically smell the odor of sexuality they were giving off.
Ambrose humped his body into the ejaculator, fantasizing that he was in the place of the young man. He thought about tight little assholes he had known, and screwed his cock in and out of the plastic cunt.
The boy was now fucking his wife in short, intense bursts of bucking his hips. He seemed to put his whole body into the fucking, slamming into, the willing asshole of Charlotte, who raised her body with every plunge to take in the whole length and breadth of his cock.
Charlotte now began to raise her body more, making her intentions clear to the boy that she wanted to get into more of a doglike position. She got herself on all fours, and hung her head down so that she could watch what Kevin was doing to her cunt with his fingers.
This position also gave Ambrose an excellent view of what Kevin was doing to her cunt, and it was also exciting as hell to watch his wife getting it up the ass like a horse, like a bitch. He chuckled to himself as he jacked off inside the plastic device, thinking that all the boy need do was take hold of his wife's neck with his teeth.
Kevin's raging cock pounded in and out of her flaming asshole. His face looked flushed and his eyes were screwed tight, his lips hung open in an expression of ecstasy.
The action of his hands and the friction of his cock in Charlotte's ass had set her off on a wild orgasm, she wriggled her ass all around like the tail of a snake, her body thrashing frantically. The boy yelped and pushed harder, clutching at her hot, spasming cunt.
Ambrose found himself getting off hotly on the scene so close to his face, and he, too, began to cum.
A few more jerks of his hip and a few more pumps of his cock, and Kevin's body had reached its climax and was sifting down to an intensity of satisfaction and well-being. He slowly extracted his still hard cock from Charlotte's asshole.
Charlotte lay down on the bed and pulled the boy to her breast. Kevin lay between her tits fondling her nipples as she stroked his head and his shoulders and his face.
Charlotte felt extremely happy, very pleased with herself and with Kevin. She thought about how long she would wait before she would allow him to fuck her in the cunt. She knew that she couldn't wait much longer herself. She was anxious to experience that lovely, young, hard member in that particular passageway.
She sighed with contentment. Everything seemed so right in her life.
Ambrose waited a while longer, watching to see to keep from laughing loudly with glee. He knew now that he didn't have to take the chance of stealing. Now he could do something else. Now he had a handle to blackmail his wife.
Ambrose waited a while longer, watching to see if the couple would do anything else. When it appeared to him that they were going to go to sleep, he quietly left his watch tower and crept out of the room.
He began to work out his plan of action as he stalked down the long hallway to his own bedroom. He was feeling exalted, terribly pleased with himself.
Ambrose wondered how long that kind of thing had been going on in Charlotte's bedroom. Suddenly it was clear to him why it was that she did all the hiring and firing of the lowest paid menial help on the extensive estates.
She was looking for candidates for her unnatural urges. Ambrose had wondered at times over the years what Charlotte did to get her kicks. He had suspected her in his more vicious moments of copulating with the horses.
He had even joked about this with his friends.
"You blind fool," Ambrose said to himself, "You should have been able to guess it was something like that." It had been over ten years since Ambrose had had anything to do with Charlotte sexually. Not that he would have minded, she was, in spite of her stinginess and in spite of her age, a terribly attractive woman and a really good lay. But it had been Charlotte who had turned off toward him when she found him with those two babes.
Ambrose chuckled to himself. Maybe he would make a small stipulation in their new contract, maybe he would have Charlotte spend a night or two with him between her matinees with all those little boys.
Surely, he thought to himself, his cock was just as good as a fourteen year old's.
And then there was that hairless cunt that Charlotte had suddenly adopted. Ambrose wondered when she had done that....
...Charlotte drifted into sleep with her young man, her hand rested on his sleeping cock and his head was still between her tits, although she now heard his soft and even breathing in sleep.
And tomorrow seemed a long ways away.
CHAPTER SIX
Ambrose joined his wife at the breakfast table where Charlotte was drinking coffee and reading the paper. He sat down across from her and poured himself some coffee from the silver pot.
Charlotte looked up from her reading and, upon seeing her husband commented, "Well, to what do I owe the honor of this company?"
Ambrose smiled jauntily, "It's a perfectly normal thing for a husband to have breakfast with his wife, isn't it?"
Charlotte shrugged. "Don't play games with me. I know there must be some ulterior motive for your pleasant face this morning. My goodness, its barely eight o'clock. I don't think you've been up that early since you were promoted from stable boy."
Ambrose grimaced. "As a matter-of-fact, my dear, there is a little matter that I wished to discuss with you concerning, ah, stable boys."
Charlotte frowned. "All right, you have the floor."
Ambrose leaned back in his chair and smiled at his wife. "I'm going to tell you the truth, my dear. You see, I needed that money I asked you for rather badly. I needed it so badly I determined in my desperation to steal from you. That's why I lurked into your study last night in order to appropriate that obscene Chinese piece. Of course, I found the glass case locked, but as I was looking around for something to aid me I heard some very odd sounds....
"Walking out to the balcony, I witnessed a very strange scene. I saw my wife being fucked up the ass and diddled in her cunt by a boy that must be no more than fifteen years old." He smiled wickedly, waiting for her comment.
Charlotte colored with anger. "You have no right to criticize me."
"I'm not criticizing you, my dear; I'm thanking you."
"Thanking me for what, you filthy voyeur?" she snapped.
"For giving me this golden opportunity to make you see things my way. You see, Charlotte, although I enjoyed watching that little scene-and by the way, I just love your bald cunt-I don't think that young man's parents would be all that keen on what he's learning here."
"All right, Ambrose, obviously you intend to blackmail me. Now what do you want? I'll get you the money you need for those gambling debts I suppose," she said, sighing unhappily at this turn of events.
"Oh, no, Charlotte, its rather too late for that piddly sum. I want to be boss for a while. I want everything you own signed over to me. I'm tired of being the slave. I want to be master, do you understand?"
Charlotte laughed in his face. "That's the most absurd thing that I've ever heard. You must be out of your mind."
Ambrose looked at her wrathfully, "You don't seem to comprehend the seriousness of this situation. You could go to jail for a long time, and you could lose everything you own. If word of this got out, it would destroy you, Charlotte."
Charlotte stood up then, too. "Then it would destroy you, Ambrose. If you think that you could possibly run this estate without me, if you think that you could control the various and extensive holdings I control, you're out of your mind. The only work you were ever trained for was cleaning up horseshit in a stable, and don't you forget that."
"Nevertheless, I fully intend to do it if you refuse me."
"Go ahead. I'll deny it, and, what's more, so will the boy you saw last night."
"I'm sure there are others, I'm sure there are plenty. How many, Charlotte? How many little boys have you fucked, how many little cocks have you sucked?"
"Even if you found every last one of them, I'll bet there wouldn't be one who would support your accusations."
"Can you take that chance? Can you really believe that? Why don't you think about it today and give me your answer tonight. I'm not in that much of a hurry, because in the end I know you'll give me what I want."
"We'll see about that, you ingrate."
Ambrose turned to go, but on an impulse he turned and faced his angry wife and scowled at her. "By the way, after I become master of this operation I intend to have a crack at that hairless crack of yours."
"Over my dead body," Charlotte said, and sat down again at the table. Her hands were shaking. She told herself she had to get hold of the situation, face this problem like all the other problems that had come up in business. She would have to deal with Ambrose somehow.
When she arose from the table, she felt somewhat better having given herself an instant pep talk. She had decided, also, that she would go see her friend Betsy and confer with her. Betsy was a good idea person and perhaps she would have some dope on Ambrose that would stop him dead instead of herself.
Charlotte immediately left for the stable and had a riding horse saddled. Riding always helped her think clearly. That was why she had decided to ride over to Betsy's cottage which was a few miles away from the main house.
Charlotte tied her horse to a tree and walked to the cottage door. After getting no answer from her knock she opened the door and called Betsy's name. When there was still no response she walked out to the barn which adjoined the cottage.
There she found Betsy polishing some tack. Betsy looked up when she heard Charlotte enter and gave her a broad smile.
"Well, what brings you out here so early in the morning?"
"Am I disturbing you, Betsy?"
"Not at all," said Betsy, standing up, "Its been awhile since you paid me a visit. I do hope this is a social call?"
"Not exactly, darling. I have a problem I want to discuss with you."
"So it is business," said Betsy sighing. "And I'd so hoped we could just talk."
"Well, darling friend, we are going to be talking. It's about Ambrose."
Betsy made a face, and Charlotte went into the story of what had happened the night before. She stopped at no detail, going into the whole anal scene that had transpired between herself and Kevin, and how Ambrose had been out on the balcony.
When she was finished, Betsy licked her lips.
"Bad luck, Charlotte. Sounds like you had a pretty good time, though. I'd been wanting to ask you if that new kid was a good lay. He checks out pretty good. So, Ambrose is threatening to bust up this little paradise, is he? Hmmmm. Talking about those who throw stones, that bastard has been bleeding you dry for years, hasn't he? I can't imagine how anyone could fritter away five bills a week. I suppose that if he can do that, he could easily dispose of larger sums in the same amount of time."
"What am I going to do, Betsy?"
"Well, first of all, Charlotte, you could come over and sit next to me." Charlotte smiled and walked over to her friend. Then, sitting down beside her on the bale of hay, they embraced tenderly and their lips met for a long, wet kiss.
Charlotte thrilled instantly to the feel of Betsy's tongue snaking into her mouth. The tongue wrapped itself around her tongue and tasted her gums and licked her teeth. Charlotte sucked on her friend's tongue gently and placed her hand on her firm, little breasts.
Betsy's fingers found their way inside of Charlotte's bra and began to fondle her large tits, stopping for the touch of her nipples. They began to feel each other up in earnest, thrilled at the softness of each other, the new joy that was always there whenever they embraced.
Betsy's hands were strong from the work they did, but nevertheless they caressed Charlotte in the most exciting way. It wasn't long before Charlotte's nipples stood up against the material of her shirt like little nobs.
Charlotte, for her part, loved Betsy's tits, loved her whole body, and was beginning to be absorbed in the sexuality which was coming over them in the barn.
Charlotte unbuttoned her friend's blouse, and soon both of her hands were massaging and touching the girl's tits. To her, there was nothing like the feel of another woman's tits and nothing like the feeling of being handled by another woman. Already she felt wetness accumulating in her jodhpurs, and when Betsy's hand worked its way down through her clothes, she shivered with anticipation.
Now Betsy pulled away from her and pushed her down gently on her back across the bale of hay. Charlotte stretched out sensually and smiled at her attractive friend.
Betsy began to remove her clothing very slowly, as she did that, she would stop every once in a while to kiss or caress the skin as it was exposed to her eyes and her mouth. She finally pulled off the jodhpurs and found Charlotte's exquisite pussy.
Immediately her hands caressed Charlotte's white thighs. Her fingers balanced the clitoris, rubbing it like sticks for a fire, her index finger running up and down the edge of Charlotte's cuntlips and along the sides.
This action caused Charlotte to shiver with fine needles of erotic reaction. Her loins were suddenly alive and prey to every ministration Betsy gave her. And Betsy touched her so nicely, so tenderly, with strong fingers that knew just how and when to excite. Charlotte knew Betsy was capable of stretching an orgasm out for hours, holding the body she was working on in incredible suspense so that when relief finally came it was an explosion, a soul-searing explosion that made her cry out with ecstasy.
She was also capable of making a person cum in about fifteen seconds-a little pressure applied to the clitoris, a little sucking on her cuntlips, a touch here, a lick there and, presto, sparks flying everywhere. She was a magician at foreplay, and her magic fingers were now dancing all over Charlotte's cunt, thighs, stomach and breasts.
Charlotte wanted to return the favor so she made her intentions clear that she would like to give Betsy the same feelings in return. When Betsy understood that, she got up and got another two bales of hay which she moved over to the one her friend was lying on.
Charlotte marveled at the ease which her friend used to maneuver the heavy bales. For soon there was a bed of hay, a nice firm mattress for them to carry on their lovemaking. Charlotte smiled at Betsy's ingenuity.
They embraced again, finding each other's mouth and kissing more passionately then they had the first time, and then as their hands began to move over each other's bodies, touching breasts and the nipples, moving down across stomachs to seek out the secret desires of their moist cunt. They began to get into a sixty-nine position, a position which they both liked because it afforded the unique opportunity of that mutual stimulation.
Charlotte felt that she herself was already quite aroused by the artistry of her friend's fingers, but she would never pass up an opportunity to be eaten out by Betsy. Betsy's tongue was just as magic as her fingers.
Soon Charlotte, with her head between Betsy's legs, looking directly into the girl's hairy cunt, felt that tongue snaking all around her cuntlips. She quivered with excitement at the prospect of an orgasm made to order.
Her own tongue flicked out and whipped across Betsy's clitoris. She could almost see the cunt walls contracting with arousal. Charlotte began slowly, as did Betsy, but before long they were making rings with their tongues around each other's clitoris that grew bigger and bigger and more intense.
Charlotte now poked her tongue up inside her damp, warm quim. She loved Betsy's snatch, she loved the taste of it and the smell of it. Somehow Betsy's body always smelled like horses. And that smell was a turn-on to Charlotte. Charlotte twirled her tongue around inside the hot hole and she began to feel Betsy's tongue responding in kind.
She was enjoying the feeling of tremors that crossed her loins and shot through her backbone. She contracted her cunt on the tongue pressing its way up toward her womb.
Then Betsy latched onto one side of her cuntlips and began to suck the flesh up into her mouth. She sucked rather hard, making obscene slurping noises that sounded like heavy boots tromping through the mud.
Charlotte, too, began to press her lips into the dank hole of Betsy's twat and slurp up the juices that were flowing from there. She loved the taste of pussy, the salty, musky odor that emanated from the secret pleasure dome between a woman's legs.
Her hand touched the mons, molding it, feeling the arch of pubic bone. She thought how lovely it was to be a woman, to have one's body put together in such a way.
Betsy wrapped her legs around Charlotte's neck tightly and Charlotte did the same thing so that they were locked together like a puzzle with their mouths full of each other's pussy.
Charlotte was terribly turned on as she nibbled hungrily at the other girl's twat, grazing the clitoris with the tips of her teeth. Her clitoris was like a pebble to her, it felt so hard, so intensely stimulated by the tricks performed on her by the tongue of her girl friend.
Suddenly Charlotte lifted her cunt-smeared face from Betsy and asked. "Hey, honey, do you still have that duo dong?"
Betsy lifted her moist lips from Charlotte's crotch and smiled. Without saying anything, she broke away from the tight embrace and ran naked across the lawn to the cottage. She returned in a few minutes holding the interesting object in one hand.
Charlotte then sat up on the hay and Betsy sat across from her. They embraced again, smearing their own cunt juices together in a mutual tasting. Then Betsy got into a kneeling position and began to insert one end of the artificial cock into her vagina.
The thing was larger than the largest of cocks on both ends and had a wide head to it. Charlotte licked her lips at the thought of being filled with something as large and long as that. She loved to be fucked like that. It was such a good feeling to be fucked and to be fucking at the same time.
She watched carefully, aroused as the rubber cock disappeared up inside of her friend's cunt. Betsy of course, was so well lubricated by this time that she could have stuffed a horse's cock up her cunt without too much fuss.
Suddenly she stood up. Charlotte couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her friend with the other long, wide end of the dildo sticking out of her cunt.
"You can laugh now, my pretty," said Charlotte, mischievously, "But soon you'll be begging me to stop."
Charlotte was ready for the challenge, so when Betsy pushed her back on the hay again and began to climb aboard, she spread her legs wide and used her hands to guide her end of the dildo into her sopping cunt.
It felt good sliding up there slowly, filling her cuntal cavity with the hard but giving plastic. The only thing about it was that it felt somewhat cold since it wasn't body temperature.
But that was soon to be remedied by the mere fact that it was installed in her cunt, not to mention the friction their fucking would cause. For a while, however, they lay together with Betsy on top.
Soon they began to wriggle around together on the hay, moving their hips about and impaling their cunts farther on to the artificial prick.
It felt wonderful to Charlotte to have the warm, nice body of Betsy on top of her and at the same time to be filled with something so big and wide.
They began to rotate rhythmically on the rubber cock, swiveling their hips and smashing their pubic bones together. They were no longer kissing, but they were holding onto each other so tightly their breasts were smashed together and sweat poured down into the hay.
Harder and faster they went, the fucking grew so intense and the cries from their mouths so loud that Charlotte found herself hoping that there was no one in the vicinity to hear their passionate expressions of lesbian love.
They rode the cock together, the big plastic thing pushing farther in and harder. It was far better than a man's cock for the moment; for them it was just whay they needed at that point.
Their pussies crushed together, their clitorises rubbed together, their breasts mashed together. Suddenly they found each other's mouth again for another wet and long kiss.
Charlotte felt the spasms building up from her loins. She shouted her lust and bounced down against the big dildo. She was followed by Betsy, and the two of them rocked and humped together for all they were worth as their orgasms split their souls and seared their bodies.
The fire was so intense that Charlotte almost passed out from the extent of the pleasure.
Charlotte bit into her friend's shoulder and Betsy clawed at her buttocks. It was marvelous; it was total flesh, and as they floated back down to sanity, their bodies trembling from the great orgasm that had just shook their beings, they stayed on the cock.
That was probably the best thing about an artificial organ was that it stayed hard. Even though both girls had had fantastic orgasms, they had no reason to stop fucking, they could fuck all day long, or for as long as they had the energy.
They continued to hump together, but it was a gentler, easier rhythm, and their mouths met and their tongues intertwined. After the kiss, Betsy found Charlotte's ear and began to ream it out, which was a thrilling manipulation for the hot woman.
They continued to squirm around on the double-headed cock until once again they both on the edge of another orgasm. Their bodies were stuck together from the sweaty exertion and the smell of cunts in heat filled the barn.
They were now lying on their sides and they could both put a hand down to where their cunts were connected by the instrument. They began to rub and stimulate each other's clitoris as their hips swayed and swiveled on the cockheads.
Charlotte let out a little cry and her fucking motion became more defined, her hands reached around and she held Betsy by the ass cheeks. Betsy followed suit and stuck a finger up Charlotte's ass. They were coming into the home stretch now, their movements and their sounds were very earthy, very animalistic as they strove to reach another orgasm together.
This time the orgasm built slowly, falling off a little bit and then building again. It was like waves on a beach head that way. Charlotte was falling away into spasms that would control her whole being for a number of seconds, a long, very intense, very animal orgasm.
Their fucking went into another gear, almost a superhuman speed and force. They peaked again and again, their muscles losing control, losing any sense of time and a shower of orgasm shook them as they climbed and climbed into the throes of ecstatic oblivion.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After some time Charlotte thought that she heard a voice. "Quick, Betsy, get dressed! I think there is someone outside."
In lightning time they pulled their cunts off the dildo and threw their clothes together. Just as they were zipping up their flies a young man walked into the barn.
"Oh there you are, Miss Cantwell." It was Billie Forest, who both of the women knew rather well. "And Mrs. Walder. I haven't seen you around lately."
Billie Forest was a sixteen year old whose parents owned land adjoining the Walder property. He had been acquainted with Betsy Cantwell for some time, and it had been through that liaison that he had met Charlotte. Betsy had taught Billie everything he knew except for the few extras Charlotte had shown him.
"Well, Bill, what can we ladies do for you?" asked Betsy with a twinkle in her eyes.
"I'd love to Betsy," he said, smiling, "But I'm looking for Tricia."
"Who's Tricia?" asked Charlotte.
"Tricia?" said Betsy, "she's Billie's little sister. Twelve years old and as sweet as a colt taking its first steps."
"Well, what's the problem with her?" said Charlotte.
Billie then told the women that she had been missing since morning and he was supposed to be with her. Or, at least that was what his parents thought.
"I'll tell you what," said Charlotte, looking the boy up and down, "I've got my horse with me. How about we go looking for her?"
"Sounds all right to me," the lad said.
"Do you want to saddle up and come with us?" Charlotte asked Betsy.
"Hell no, Charlotte," Betsy said. "I've got a whole stable full of hot young men over on your side of the fence who're probably so busy jerking off that the horses are starving to death. Some of us do have to work, you know."
"Suit yourself."
"And, Charlotte...." Betsy took Charlotte by the arm, "about that other thing, your husband, don't worry, something will come up. If not, I'm sure we can arrange it. Maybe hang a homosexuality rape charge on him. I can think of a number of youngsters who'd be glad to lie for you."
Charlotte smiled at her friend. The idea was an amusing one, but she really didn't feel vindictive toward Ambrose. He was an irritation, but if possible she did want to keep the outside world away from her gates.
Charlotte mounted her horse and then Billie climbed on in back of her. He immediately put his arms around her waist, and they started off in a easy walk across the fields.
It was only a few yards before the young man, well trained by the women, began to feel Charlotte up, looking for her nipples underneath the cloth. Charlotte decided to allow him to do that for as long as possible. She was feeling a little fucked out at the moment.
It was so pleasant just riding along on her horse with this young man's hands feeling up her big tits. Charlotte felt like she could just close her eyes and let the horse go where it wanted.
The boys hands were slipping down her stomach now and toward her crotch. Her cunt was feeling pretty sensitive after all the friction which had been created with Betsy and her pet dildo. Her clitoris, she imagined, was practically bruised.
Without any hair to cover the area she imagined that the evidence of her exploit with her friend would be rather purple and evident. But the boy was being very gentle and soothing, his hands were like zephyrs between her legs there, already spread across the horse's back.
The boy now unbuttoned her shirt so he could get to her bra, so that he could have her tits free to play with as they rode along. It was nice being exposed like that to the air, and her nipples were growing dark and erect again.
They rode on like that and after some time, Charlotte realized that once again she was so turned on she wanted another bout. This time, though, with a real cock filled with real come. She licked her lips as the animal urges spread through her loins and made her mouth water.
It had been quite a while since she had had anything with Billie. She remembered him as a good, strong fuck, a boy who had grown up in the country, a boy that could get one erection after another in a matter of minutes. That was the way that Charlotte liked them. For appetite for boy meat was insatiable.
Already she had visions of boy cock in her eyes, in her mind's eye. She knew what she wanted and she had every intention of getting it. From the way he had immediately began to feel her up, to seek out her tits and her cunt, she figured he was hot to trot, too.
"My dear boy," she said, "Why don't we rest the horse by that stream up ahead."
Billie nibbled at Charlotte's ear, "I was wondering how long it would take you to suggest that."
They both got off the horse and Charlotte tied the reins to a bush. They walked over to the stream and sat down on the soft moss, immediately they fell into a hot embrace and Charlotte's hand went right to the boy's crotch. She unzipped him as fast as she could and got his hard cock out. She did it fast and neat, she wanted her fuck right away. She had had enough foreplay and enough elongated orgasms. She was ready for a quick hard fuck.
Billie seemed to see where she was at and unzipped her jodhpurs. His hand dug down into her pants and reached for her hairless cunt. His finger went right up inside and poked around. It was an intense feeling, and Charlotte was still well lubricated from all the fucking she had done with Betsy.
"Shit," he said. "You're like a river in there. What the hell were you women doing in that barn all morning."
Charlotte then told him in explicit detail and his response was he only wished he had arrived a little sooner. Charlotte told him any time he wanted a repeat performance, he would be most welcome.
"I like audience participation," he said.
Charlotte laughed at his urbane remark. Billie, coming from well-to-do parents and having gone to private school and spent some time in the city, he was slightly more sophisticated than the other boys who worked for her on her estates. But, also, he had been around her and Betsy longer than the others, and on slightly different terms.
Their hands clutched at each other's genitals, and without even taking their clothes off Charlotte moved on top of the boy, positioned his cock and filled her cunt with it. The boy sighed with pleasure as her cunt walls flowed around his prick.
They stopped the movement then for a long, wet kiss.
It was then that they heard an odd noise. It was a low moan.
Charlotte, fearful, that someone might be near, removed her cunt with some misgivings from the nice hard cock. She zipped up her pants and she saw also that Billie had followed suit. Quietly they got up and moved to where they had heard the sound.
It was coming from a clump of bushes downstream only a few yards, and as they crept closer, they could hear a voice. Charlotte, her heart beating very fast, recognized it as the voice of her husband Ambrose.
"You see this, honey," Ambrose was saying, "This is called a cock, and that, there, what you have is called a cunt."
From where Charlotte and Billie were, they could see very well now. What they saw was Ambrose with his cock out of his pants, as big and red as it ever was going to get. A pretty little girl was examining the thing, and her skirt was hiked up above her hips so that they could see her hairless little pussy.
Billie whispered into Charlotte's ear, "That's my sister, and she sure as hell knows what a cock is."
Charlotte whispered back, "How does she know that?"
Because I showed her last year."
Charlotte suppressed a giggle.
Charlotte and Billie watched the whole scene progress. It seemed obvious to them that Billie's little sister, although not as innocent as Ambrose thought, was definitely interested in the hard, long cock which he was so willingly displaying to her sweet, blue eyes.
"What makes that thing so hard?" She asked, her eyes twinkling.
"Well," said the sly old dog, "When it sees a pretty little girl like you, it gets that way. Go ahead and touch it."
The little girl touched his prick and it twitched. She backed away.
"Don't be afraid; it won't bite you. In fact, it likes you. Touch it again."
This time Tricia took the cock into her hand and hefted it. She slid her fingers along the top of the shaft, and it twitched all the more.
"I'll tell you a secret, honey," Ambrose said. "When it gets going really good, a fine, white cream comes out of the head."
"Not really!" she exclaimed. "How can I make it do that?"
"For one thing, you could run your hand up and down on it ... yes, just like that."
The girl, feigning innocence, began to jerk Ambrose off. He, continuously talking and telling her how well she was doing, his hand slid down her belly and into her cunt. He began to diddle her clitoris and finger her cuntlips.
He asked her how she liked that, and she replied that it felt good, although it tickled somewhat.
They continued like that for some time, with the little girl running her gentle fingers up and down Ambrose's long cock and with him sticking his fingers in and out of her vagina and thumbing her clitty as if he were filing something.
Charlotte had gotten so intent on watching this scene that she had almost forgotten about Billie. Billie hadn't forgotten about her, however, and he reached over and undid the front of her pants and sought out her little love button.
Charlotte turned and smiled at him, getting the hint. She put her hand on his crotch and began to rub the sizeable bulge which had either remained from their interrupted encounter of the ground or reappeared at the sight of what Ambrose was doing with his younger sister.
Suddenly Ambrose stopped diddling Tricia. "That's very nice what you are doing, my sweet, but wouldn't you like to taste that delicious cream that comes from my cock?"
Tricia with a gleam on her face nodded her head. Then Ambrose told her to get into a kneeling position before his cock and start licking. She licked all up and down the thing, her little tongue working away on the throbbing member.
Then Ambrose told her to take it into her mouth and suck it like a lollipop. This the girl did quite willingly, although the size of his dick made her cheeks stick out.
Charlotte stole a glance at Billie and, although his hand was working like mad on her cunt, she could see that he was terribly intent on what was going on there behind the bushes.
Charlotte understood the boy was really interested in his sister and he had probably wanted to fuck her for a long time.
An idea came into Charlotte's head. She decided it would be worth the sacrifice of Billie for herself to watch him fucking his own sister. Her cunt by this time was so terribly aroused that she decided it wouldn't matter too much whose cock was thrusting in and out of it.
Charlotte removed her hand from his cock which she had been rubbing, and then took Billie's hand out of her drawers. He looked at her in surprise, but she held her fingers to her lips.
Taking his hand she stood up and led him into the clearing behind the bushes where Ambrose was being sucked off by Tricia.
Ambrose nearly dropped dead with surprise.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Well," said Charlotte with no little amusement, "I certainly don't have to ask you that question, do I?"
Tricia didn't seem to be bothered by the entrance of her brother and Charlotte; she didn't miss a stroke but continued to suck on Ambrose's cock that all of a sudden, in spite of her excellent blow job, was going limp in her mouth.
Ambrose looked down at her and pushed her gently off the head of his cock.
"All right, Charlotte," he said, "I was following you this morning. I wanted to see what you were up to and I came across this little girl. She was lost you see...."
"You never were one for guile, that's one thing I can say about you, Ambrose. But, please, I don't wish to ruin your day. I want you to meet Tricia's brother, Billie."
Billie glared at Ambrose who turned red.
"All right, Charlotte," Ambrose threw up his hands, "you win."
Charlotte laughed. "Go ahead, Billie, your little sister needs tending to."
Billie walked over to his sister and embraced her, pulling her down on the ground with him. Charlotte grabbed Ambrose by the arm and pulled him over to sit on a rock. She told him to sit still and watch what would happen.
Billie's hands were all over his sister's body. He immediately began to undress her, fondling her tiny little boobs and rubbing her stomach. He was covering her body with kisses as he undressed her, and Charlotte could see a trail of spit that he left with his tongue across the sweet flesh.
Billie removed her skirt and the little girl, although surprised, was letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She had a big smile on her face and seemed to be extremely pleased with this new turn of events.
Billie spread her legs to look at her cunt. Her cunt was as hairless as Charlotte's, even nicer, it seemed to him. The skin there was like baby skin.
He began to explore her with his fingers, rubbing the cuntlips together and diddling her little clitty. It made the little girl squirm and wriggle her ass on the ground, but she was also reaching out for her brother, trying to feel his body underneath his clothes.
Billie stood up and quickly undressed himself, never taking his eyes off the naked and willing body of his sister. He had wanted her for a long time and when he had removed his slacks and his underwear the condition of his cock was evidence of that.
Charlotte looked at Ambrose, whose face seemed to be a yardstick of disappointment. She decided the only thing to do was to cheer him up, so she placed one of her hands in his crotch.
He looked at her with surprise, but he was in no condition to be pround, and allowed her to unzip his pants and fish out his cock. Charlotte quickly worked on the member, getting it back into shape.
Billie was now squatting between the spread legs of his sister, his head quickly ducked down to her quim, and Charlotte watched him as he pressed his lips to it for a kiss.
Ambrose moaned beside her, and she saw that the man was already dreadfully aroused. She wondered if she should suck him off and then decided against that because it would make it hard for her to watch the wonderful fucking that Tricia was about to get from her own brother.
The two of them were so lovely to look at, very similar in appearance. Both blond-haired and blue-eyed and with fine, slim bodies. Billie's blond head was now moving like crazy around in that girlish twat.
And she was loving every minute of it. She wanted all the tongue he could give her and more. Her legs thrashed about and finally hooked themselves around his neck where they held him in a viselike grip.
Her little hands clutched at his hair as he ate her out, slurping up the young juices that flowed from her sweet pussy.
Charlotte pulled Ambrose from the rock and pushed him onto his back. He wasn't feeling any remorse now. He was too turned on by all the events that had just happened, not to mention the handling of his wife.
Charlotte pulled her jodhpurs down far enough so her cunt was fully exposed and then she squatted down on the waiting cock of her husband. She maneuvered her body and screwed his cock into her cunt, taking it in one thrust of her hips and one drive of her cunt all the way up to his balls.
Ambrose moaned and tried to pull her down onto his chest. She wouldn't allow that, but stayed in a sitting position on his cock, skewered on his throbbing prick.
She loved the feeling, and she whispered to him she wanted him to play with her cl is while she fucked him. She didn't even have to look at her husband. She bounced up and down on his cock and felt his fingers playing with her clitty, but her face was turned to Billie and Tricia.
He was still kissing her on the cunt, but now he was moving upward, kissing her stomach and up to her breasts where he stopped to suck and caress. He even licked her under the armpits and sucked there, making the girl giggle from the feelings.
But now he pressed his mouth to her mouth. It was a terrible kiss of passion and it was clear to Charlotte as she rammed her body down on her husband's rod that now he was going to take her fully.
Billie spread his sister's legs again and positioned himself to mount her. He fiddled with his cock down at her cunt, and it was a kind of desperate moment there while he looked for the entrance.
But finally his cockhead was inserted in her tight little hole and he was ready to enter her fully. He pushed in a little and then more and then more. The girl cried out in pain. It appeared that she had never really been fucked before, although probably she had had lots of fingers up there.
Her brother's cock was gaining more and more of her cuntal territory, and he seemed to be totally absorbed in doing just that.
He gave her a little time to relax, and then he took the full plunge and entered her as far as he could go. The girl sighed with relief as her brother began to drive his cock home to her.
At first she didn't do anything but kind of lie still underneath the advances and retreats of his pulsating organ. But after a few minutes of humping, she began to be stimulated terribly and she raised her ass up to meet the charges of her brother.
She threw her arms around his neck, and he slid his hands underneath her ass so he could lift her up farther onto his cock.
Charlotte was so aroused she nearly orgasmed right then and there. To stop herself, because she wanted to cum with the children, she looked down at the distorted face of her husband. He was overcome with lust, lust not for her but just the need to have satisfaction.
His hands were pulling and tugging at her tits even though they were still covered not only be her shirt but by her bra. It was very anonymous, Charlotte thought; he was almost like a dildo at that point.
But she kept raising her body and bouncing it down on the vehicle of his hard need. She watched Billie and Tricia for signs of orgasm. It seemed that it would be very soon now. Yes, they were beginning to get wild in their fucking.
Billie seemed to forget what he was doing. His ass tightened as he gorged his sister's cunt with his cock. The girl was moaning and curling her toes.
Charlotte watched them intently as they began to go off. She told Ambrose to play with her clitoris again. That was all the stimulus she needed then, and she felt herself losing touch with her own flesh. She shoved her body down on the cock beneath her. Ambrose was shaking his head from side to side and now he, too, was frantically raising his body, trying to push his cock in further and further and fuck faster and faster.
Charlotte went off in a shower of lust, ripping his hands away and grabbing at her own cunt, still watching the couple having their orgasm together. The little girl and the little boy writhing with pleasure and desire all over the ground.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When her orgasm receded, and when she was sure Ambrose had finished with his and he lay with his eyes closed, humping up into her spasmodically, she looked down at his face.
"Ambrose," she whispered, "I have come to a decision."
He opened his eyes to see her face. He now was brought back to a world of fallen plans.
"I realize," Charlotte said, "that you have gotten yourself into trouble, that you owe someone a lot of money, and that they will be angry if you don't pay up. All right, I will lend you the money, but you will have to pay it back. You will pay it back from the earnings of the cattle ranch I'm going to give to you outside of Buenos Aires."
"But, Charlotte!" he exclaimed trying to get up. "No, no. Don't thank me," she said, firmly implanting herself on his prick again. "It's the least I can do for my husband who had been my guiding light all these years."
Ambrose didn't say anything, but he smiled. There didn't seem to be anything else to do about it. Besides, that hairless cunt of his wife had felt awfully good and he wasn't much in the mood to argue with it.
Charlotte glanced at the two children who were showering each other with kisses. Little Tricia was down at her brother's cock, licking it voraciously, slurping up his cum and her own female juices.
They were so pretty together that Charlotte couldn't help envying them their youth for a moment.
Tricia and Billie walked across the field arm in arm toward their house. They had promised Charlotte a visit in the near future, and she was already looking forward to a possible threesome in the comfort of her big, beautiful bed.
Ambrose had parked his car on a nearby road, and so he left Charlotte to ride home by herself. However, as soon as she rode into the stable, she saw his car was at the house.
He was waiting to talk to her. He wanted to know if she had meant what she had said.
Charlotte confirmed it wasn't a joke, he could take it or leave it.
Without Charlotte's help, Ambrose was aware he would be no better off than any other poor slob with no skill or no college education. Ambrose had known nothing but luxury since the day he had met Charlotte.
And he was much too old by now to hold any chance of meeting another woman like her. Women like her wanted their bed partners young and pretty. They wanted firm, youthful bodies with persistent erections and eager tongues.
They wanted almost a Bacchanal of sexuality. And Ambrose knew it made him undesirable to his wife, his flagging sexual powers.
Charlotte began to make arrangements for Ambrose right away and he, seeing she had meant her word, made preparations to leave the estate and, indeed, the country.
He was filled with fears and uncertainty. He knew nothing about the country, the people, and didn't know a word of the language. And yet, as time wore on to his departure date, he felt an odd excitation seeping through his bones, tantalizing him.
Perhaps, he thought to himself, it would give him a chance to grow up, a chance he seemed to have missed when he had met Charlotte.
And Charlotte, for her part, felt no malice toward her husband. She was a forgiving sort of person, and she was anxious to see the man do something positive in his life. She also had some doubts as to whether he would be able to accomplish anything in South America. She knew she was making a bad business bargain, that she was preparing herself for a loss of significant holdings.
But Charlotte was more interested in people than in the economics of the situation. Perhaps she felt responsible in some ways for Ambrose and his degeneracy. But, looking back across the years, she could think of nothing she could have done to change or to remedy the state he had come to.
She could have ignored the feelings he had aroused in her groin and married someone her own age, her own station. No, she thought. No, it was wrong to dwell on the past as if it were something one can alter.
What had happened all those years ago, for better or for worse, was a zone to which no one had any access. It was better to concentrate on the present, to concentrate on all of the pleasures that were available.
Charlotte Walder, she said to herself, although you have fooled the mirror and staved off the ravages of time for a long time, there's going to come a day when you will look your age....
A day when maybe all those lovely young men wouldn't be so willing to suck your hairless twat. A day when those large, soft breasts might begin to sag and wrinkle....
The woman sighed and looked out the window at the sun that was sifting down behind the earth. Better yes, she thought, to live for this hour and to love as much as possible.
That November morning when Charlotte Walder woke up, she noticed there was a deep frost covering the grounds around her mansion. Next to her on one side was the chocolaty smooth skin of the sleeping Timmy and the platinum locks of his friend on the other side.
She lay between, and the three of them were all naked. She had grown fond, very fond, of the two friends, and they had become devoted to her. There was nothing in the world they wouldn't do for her.
And she could think of a lot of things. Only the night before she had had the pleasure of their two mouths eating out her cunt. Their tongues seemed to compete for the female juices she secreted.
Their exuberance to taste her had made her laugh, but it had also thrilled her to her very marrow.
Now that Ambrose was gone and had been gone for several weeks, Charlotte felt like a school girl. She felt like she would stay young forever. She had to caution herself, knowing that it would be harder and harder to be youthful-looking, to be attractive all the time.
She had a theory that the almost constant sexual stimulation that she enjoyed was a fountain of youth of sorts. Charlotte Walder was something of a scarab, a creature that absorbed the vibrant life from her consorts, from the terribly young men who shared her bed.
Timmy opened his eyes and looked at her face. His mouth widened into a broad grin and he touched her hand.
"Good morning, Ma'am," he said, "I was having the most wonderful dream."
"Tell me about it, little love," Charlotte crooned, her hand caressing his dark face, the skin smooth as a water-worn stone.
"Well, I dreamed of lots of people, mostly the people that live here on the farms. We seemed to be riding, all of us, and it was a clear, crisp morning ... just like this morning."
"You were dreaming of a hunt," Charlotte said.
"Yes, I suppose that was what it was. Whatever, it was really fun, and afterwards everyone warmed themselves by a big fire."
The dreamy look in the boy's eye made Charlotte smile, but it also gave her an idea. Why not have a hunt? Of course it would be a rather small affair, none of her boys on the estate were familiar with the etiquette and the tremendous ritual of the hunt. What it would amount to would be a day of riding ending with a supper and revelry.
Her boys certainly deserved some fun. They worked hard every day, and they all provided her with a devoted love.
Benjy was now awakening on the other side of her and Charlotte sat up, propping the pillows against the low headboard of her huge bed.
"Listen, my loves," she said, crossing her hands. "I have an idea, an idea that was inspired by your dream, Timmy. I think I shall plan a hunt. It will be next week and everyone will participate. It will begin very early in the morning and will end at shortly after sundown, at which time we will return to the ballroom which will be prepared for a sumptuous feast. The fire in the great hall will be lit, and perhaps I will even hire a string quartet so that we can have dancing."
"A string quartet?" said Timmy with a scowl. "Couldn't we make it a little more jazzy?"
"You are impudent, aren't you?" Charlotte said with a giggle, her hand resting in his crotch.
"It's just that none of us know any of that kind of dancing, Ma'am, and I could sure get into dancing some hot numbers."
Charlotte thought about that and agreed to get a band that would suit her present company. After all, she reasoned, this was hardly going to be an affair for the Four Hundred. And it certainly wasn't going to make the society pages.
She chuckled to herself to think of the assorted sizes and youthful ages, the boys almost all from extremely poor families, some of them even orphans.
She continued to discuss the details with the two young men, and they all became very excited about the prospect of the hunt and the hunt supper.
Charlotte rang for the maid, and soon she knocked at the door. She asked the girl to come in. It was the same girl her husband had seduced that fateful night.
Charlotte noticed the way that Timmy was looking at her. The boys, who were now fully turned on to sex, were quite aware of pretty girls.
Charlotte herself, through Timmy's appreciation, looked at the girl for the first time and noticed she was very pretty indeed.
The girl was not at all shocked by her mistress lying in bed with two naked little boys. Since the departure of Ambrose, Charlotte had become less and less cautious about who knew what.
"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" the girl said, nodding her head to Timmy and then Charlotte.
"What is your name?" asked Timmy.
Charlotte looked at Timmy with some caution. "Hush, my child," she said. "You may be in my bed, but you must remember from whence the invitation comes. If you are patient, you will have everything that you desire."
The boy settled down against the pillows, a little miffed at the situation.
"Go ahead, dear," Charlotte said, "tell the boy your name."
"My name is Karin, Ma'am."
"All right, Karin, I want you to make us some breakfast, and make sure the tray you bring upstairs has three kinds of jellies or preserves on it."
The girl nodded her Head again and then turned to depart.
Charlotte then turned to Timmy. "You like that girl, do you?"
"She's all right," he said.
"Don't pout, my little friend. I'm sorry I embarrassed you, but I can't have you thinking that all the servant girls in my service are at your disposal. Be patient. Learn to be patient, and you will have everything you want."
Charlotte then kissed him on the top of his head, and he put his arms around her waist and pushed his head between her tits. Charlotte felt a hand moving inside her legs, and she turned around to face a smiling Benjy.
"Ah, there you are! You've been so quiet this morning," she said.
"Actions speak louder than words," the boy said.
"Indeed," purred Charlotte, feeling the hand which was rubbing her cunt.
The maid returned after a while with the tray. She put it down at a bedside service, and then made as if to go.
"Just a moment, Karin," she said. "Why don't you stay and have breakfast with us?"
Karin's face broke out into a big smile and she sat down on the bed. "Do you mind, Ma'am, if I take my clothes off, too? I do so like to have my clothes off."
Oh, please, be our guest," Charlotte said, liking the girl already.
The girl then stood up and rapidly began to remove her clothes, and when she was naked, Charlotte marveled at her body. She was really lovely. The boys, of course, were immediately aroused by the sight of the pretty woman undressing before them, and Charlotte felt each of their cocks and found that they were extremely hard.
Charlotte then told the girl to hop into bed next to Timmy and they would have breakfast. Charlotte, however, climbed to the side of the bed and took a jar of strawberry preserves into her hand.
She threw the covers back on the bed and got a good look at the enormous erection Timmy was sporting. She hefted his cock in her hand and began to smear the jelly all over it.
Timmy looked a trifle surprised at her action, but the girl smiled. "Karin, I hope I can talk you into a taste of this delicious strawberry."
Karin needed no more invitation than that, and her head swooped down between Timmy's legs. Timmy spread his legs farther so the girl would have a better go at the hard-on covered with strawberry jelly. Charlotte didn't neglect his balls and even greased his asshole with the stuff.
Karin began to lick the strawberry cock all over, her tongue became covered with the strawberry preserves as she licked and slurped it all up. Timmy was loving the feeling of her ministrations, and he began to moan and groan.
Benjy moved over and got behind Karin. His hand began to fondle her cunt. Charlotte handed him a jar of elderberry jelly, and he took his cue from her. He began to apply that jelly to Karin's cunt, pushing it up her asshole and rubbing it all over her cuntlips and up inside her vagina.
When he was finished, he climbed underneath the girl and began to tongue the jelly off her cunt. Karin responded immediately by sinking her head over Timmy's cock and taking it fully into her mouth.
She squirmed around under the mouth of Benjy, and Charlotte could see her toes curling with the wonderful feeling she was getting in her cunt.
Benjy, for his part, was enjoying the cunt soaked in jelly, and the sound of his lapping was loud and hungry.
Benjy was lying on his back with his face stuck in Karin's cunt, so Charlotte took the last jar of jelly and moved in on his hardened organ.
She enjoyed touching the boy and covering his crotch with the jelly. Again, she thought to herself, how pretty this area was. A real beauty of a prick the boy had and a lovely set of balls to go with it. She played with the organs as she smoothed them over with the sticky substance and her mouth began to water in anticipation of the taste treat she was about to have.
When she felt she had applied a sufficient amount of jelly she moved in for breakfast. Her tongue began with the boy's piss slit. It darted in and out and stimulated the bulbous head of his cock, then she moved up and down, thrilling the boy with hard licks of her tongue.
They all lay in such a way that they were like a train of tongues. Only Timmy was sitting up and didn't have his tongue in someone's twat. He complained of this, so Charlotte had them get into a circle so that Timmy could place his face in her cunt.
She handed him a jar of jelly and he began to apply it to her hairless cunt. She loved the way his fingers, felt sliding over the expanse of her twat. They stopped and diddled her clitoris, making fire in her loins, making her cunt contract from the stimulation.
Then the boy began to lick the tender membrane of her cuntlips, slurping the jelly into his mouth and stimulating the hell out of Charlotte in the interim. How wonderful that boy had learned how to lick and suck. He pressed his lips deep into her vagina and stuck his tongue inside to explore the walls of her cunt.
Charlotte squirmed and began to suck harder on Benjy's cock. Benjy, in turn, began to eat out Karin furiously, and Karin, of course, had really gotten into sucking on Timmy's black cock. The whole room was filled with the odor of sugared jellies and sexual secretions. The noises that the hungry mouths were making sounded like the lapping of sea against the shore.
Charlotte concentrated on the light-haired balls that were before her. She took them into her mouth and swished them and sucked them gently. The boy k ally loved it when she did it, and his thigh muscles tightened around her neck.
Charlotte heard Karin. It seemed the girl was already beginning to cum. She was making queer, moaning noises on the black cock she was sucking. Charlotte could see her legs flailing about as she went off in a shower of lustful movements.
Charlotte wished she could see the girl better, but then she was comforted by Timmy's terrible tongue which was driving her up the wall with desire. It sidled up and down her cuntlips. Now and then he latched onto her clitoris and began to suck.
It was almost too much, and Charlotte couldn't stand it any longer as she, too, began to go into a shower of spasmodic climbing. Her body filled with fire, and she sucked like a demon on the cock in her mouth.
Her orgasm pushed her farther and farther into a grasping need. She, too, mumbled obscenities with the humping cock in her mouth.
She screwed her eyes shut and let the tongue take her all the way home. But she never stopped sucking, and soon the throbbing cock that filled her mouth was shooting its load of hot cum down her throat.
The taste of the jelly and the sperm was wonderful to her, and she swallowed it all with delight. Meanwhile Timmy still had not given Karin his load of boy sauce, so now that Karin had had an orgasm and Charlotte had had an orgasm, and Benjy had had an orgasm, Benjy and Charlotte left their posts to watch Karin suck off Timmy into ecstatic oblivion.
The girl had a wonderful technique of blowing and sucking at the same time. Timmy's eyes just rolled back in his head with pleasure as the girl continued to fill her mouth with air and then let her cheeks contract around his rampaging cock.
Benjy was playing with Charlotte's cunt as they watched Karin with the cock in her mouth. She now began to bob her head up and down, taking the whole cock all the way down into her throat. She seemed not to gag at all, and Charlotte figured the girl had had some practice.
The boy was crazy with the pleasurable feeling this woman was giving him. His body was thrashing around on the bed. Charlotte and Benjy decided to hold him down, so this pushed his body down into the mattress, not allowing him to move; not even to hump his cock into the warm, expert mouth.
Then Karin just went wild with her sucking and blowing and licking. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and the noises she made sounded like she was giving the boy the sucking of his life.
It was obvious that here was a girl who liked her cocksucking and was damn good at it, too. She had a very fast mouth, and she was making Timmy vibrate with feeling.
Charlotte saw then that the boy was cumming. He began to ejaculate into the hot mouth that was working on him, shooting about a gallon of hot boy sperm into her waiting jaws. The girl swallowed and swallowed, gulping down the load that he had burst in her like it was the precious water of life.
Her hands squeezed his balls as if to elicit more of the milkweedy fluid into her hungry mouth.
When she was sure she had sucked all of the cum out of his cock and milked him dry, she continued to lick along the base of his cock and down his thighs to clean him up.
The boy just lay back on the cushion. It looked to Charlotte as if he had passed out from the marvelous stimulation and the wonderful orgasm Karin had given him. But he was just swimming in a sea of fulfillment, and he soon opened his eyes and smiled at the girl who was still licking between his legs.
Charlotte thought to herself that sometime she would like to get the girl to herself. Anyone who could suck cock that good could probably do a real nice job on another pussy.
But in the meantime she decided she had better get to work planning for the hunt. She slapped the girl playfully on her ass and said, "All right, little cocksucker, that's enough. These boys have got to get to work, and so do you and I."
They all got up and got dressed then. As the girl was leaving Charlotte said to her, "Karin, I would like you to bring me a pot of coffee. I'll be in my study."
CHAPTER NINE
Karin then left the room, and soon so did Benjy and Timmy. Charlotte began to dress herself. First she went into the shower and bathed, and then she began to apply the creams and oils that she used to keep age from her skin.
Wrapped in a towel, she went to her massive closets to choose what she would wear. She decided that she would wear an elaborate silk embroidered robe.
After she was properly attired, she went into her study and waited for Karin to bring the coffee.
Karin appeared, looking as if she might have taken some time to tidy up after her cocksucking of the morning. Charlotte smiled at her and asked her to sit down and have a cup with her.
"Karin," she said, "I like you. I would like to do something for you. How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-three, Ma'am."
"Twenty-three? How long have you been working for me?"
"Only six months, Ma'am."
"Well, you seem to be a clever girl. Do you think that you could manage the position of my secretary?"
"My goodness, Ma'am, I don't know."
"It involves an incredible amount of work, you know, but it also has more benefits than that of a maid."
"It's more than I could ever dream for, Ma'am."
"There's something else, too. I think that I probably would have to send you to school for a while. You would need to learn at least one other language besides English, and there's a great deal more."
The girl was beside herself with pleasure. She. was so happy she fell on her knees and took Charlotte's feet in her hands and began to kiss them.
In the commotion, Charlotte's robe fell open, exposing her cunt to Karin.
Karin looked at the cunt. Charlotte smiled at her. "That's right darling, not my feet, my cunt. Kiss my cunt darling."
Karin licked" her lips. "I've never done that to another woman before. But I must admit that your cunt looks delicious."
"Taste it, Karin, taste it."
Karin then moved in between her mistress's leg and sniffed the cuntal area. It smelled wonderful, clean and womanly. Her tongue slid out of her mouth and made contact with the alabaster thighs. It then moved to the cuntlips and began a slow inspection of the whole pussy.
Karin used one of her fingers to diddle Charlotte's clitoris, and soon Karin began to really get into the experience of eating out another woman's cunt. It tasted good to her, better even than the flesh of a cock.
There was a sweet, musty taste to Charlotte's pussy, and the girl began to lap up the juices that flowed down from it. Her hands latched onto Charlotte's thighs and she held them in a viselike grip The purple flesh of Charlotte's cuntlips looked so delicious to her that she began to suck them, then she pressed her lips against those lips and crammed her tongue up inside the flexing and flowing vagina.
It felt so warm to her tongue inside Charlotte's pussy, all warm and velvety and her tongue plied farther and farther, arching into the dark secret place.
Charlotte was enjoying this treatment very much, she gently stroked the girl's head and relaxed on the feeling of her tongue and her lips. She was in no hurry to have an orgasm since she had had one only an hour before. She just let the feelings flutter over her loins and her cunt and let Karin's tongue totally control her flesh.
Karin continued to lick and suck, and the secretions of Charlotte's body dripped down her chin. Karin tried all kinds of methods and approaches to cunt-lapping, circles and little flicking strokes and little pushing strokes. She sucked gently and she sucked hard. She sucked for all she was worth, and from the way Charlotte had begun to tremble, she knew her sucking had been successful.
Charlotte shook all over and her hands reached out for support as her orgasm ripped through her body.
"I'm CUMMING, AAAHHH," she screamed, and she humped her body up furiously into Karin's mouth and used her hands to push the head deep into her cunt.
Her orgasm exploded in her groin and she floated away, pawing the earth and screaming with passionate need. It lasted for seconds. Longer and longer it went on, getting more and more intense, filling her head with delirious expressions and visions of obscene proportions. She yelled dirty words at Karin; she yelled about fucking and sucking.
She went mad with her orgasm. It seemed like it would continue forever, bleeding her of her humanity, of her body. But it was wonderful, wonderful, the total surrender and ecstasy of her flesh was divine.
Long after her orgasm, the girl continued to lick and suck. Charlotte deduced that this girl liked to suck and lick so much she would do it continuously for hours, not really caring if she herself had an orgasm or even if the person she was sucking had an orgasm.
Charlotte made a mental note to introduce Karin soon to Betsy, who was another person like that. Charlotte envisioned a sucking marathon between her two friends, perhaps after the hunt, when all the boys smelled like horses and their own sweat.
The thought was an exciting one, and Charlotte was suddenly anxious to begin her work on the hunt. Before she could do this, though, there were a number of other affairs she had to attend to.
She pulled the girl away from her cunt and asked her to have a cup of coffee. They talked for a while and Charlotte found out some of her background. The girl did turn out to be a rather intelligent person, who had even had a little education.
It seemed she had been forced by the poverty of her mother to go to work, to stop school. Charlotte assured her that everything was going to be different from now on, as long as she gave Charlotte the devotion and service that she needed.
The girl couldn't believe what had happened to her, and so excited was she and so amused by the irony of what had happened to her with Charlotte's husband that she felt she had to tell Charlotte about Ambrose and his cock extender.
Karin went into the story in detail and even told how the man had then immediately ignored her. Charlotte listened to the story with some amusement, especially the part about the cock extender. She hadn't suspected that Ambrose was into devices.
Charlotte then confided in the girl, told her of her penchant for young boys and told Karin how imperative it was that she be discreet. They talked for a long time and Charlotte learned all about Karin, and Karin began to develop an admiration for the woman with the hairless cunt.
When the girl finally left Charlotte to her work, she was very happy, exhilarated. And Charlotte was terribly pleased at the way things were working out.
It seemed that her life was getting better and better. The outside world became more and more remote to her and intruded less and less in her private space now that Ambrose was gone.
She had gotten a letter from Ambrose. It had been a long letter and it sounded hopeful. It sounded almost as if Ambrose was finally growing up.
He had said, however, that he had met a woman down there whom he was in love with. She was an Argentine woman, and he wanted to marry her.
Consequently, Ambrose wished to arrange for a divorce. Charlotte wrote back to him then and said it would be all right with her and that she hoped Ambrose would find happiness.
CHAPTER TEN
They had been riding all day. The weather had been perfect for the hunt, the dogs raring to go, the horses full of spunk. Their number had been about thirty, since Charlotte had invited a few other people.
Tricia and Billie were invited, and Betsy led the hunt cross country. It really turned out to be more of a circus on horseback, and there were all kinds of stops made in various places.
When the sun began to go down, the group rode back to the main house where a roaring fire was going in the main ballroom-hall. There were tables of exquisite food and hundreds of bottles of wine and champagne.
And, as Charlotte had promised, there was a band that would be more appropriate. As it turned out she had hired some young relatives of Timmy's, so that there were now four handsome, young black musicians playing various jazz tunes.
After everyone had had a glass of champagne, and Charlotte had rested herself, the dancing began. Of course there were many more young men than there were young women, but that didn't seem to bother anybody too much.
Everyone knew what the score was, and it wasn't long before people began to remove more and more of their clothing. Billie and Tricia were dancing very close, and his hand was down low on her ass, reaching toward her cunt.
Charlotte thought to herself that he was being rather possessive of his sister, so she walked over to him.
"Billie, my darling, you're not being terribly sociable. Why don't you give someone else a chance to dance with your sister?"
Jon was standing nearby and he looked pleased at the opportunity to dance with the pretty little girl. Billie didn't look too happy about it, but Charlotte signaled to Karin, who came over to dance with the handsome young man.
After a while, when Charlotte saw Karin taking Billie by the hand and leading him over to a corner, she knew that Billie was pleased. Karin immediately unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. She then commenced to suck his cock giving him a thoroughly pleasing, thoroughly public blow job.
Kevin approached Charlotte, his handsome young eyes looked into her eyes longingly. He had pursued her the whole day. Charlotte knew now that the boy wanted her so badly he was losing his mind.
He had pursued her for weeks, and she had put him off. She had allowed him countless orifices of her body, but she hadn't allowed him to fuck her cunt.
This amusing cat and mouse game had had a devastating effect on young Kevin. He was hopelessly in love with Charlotte, and he wanted her cunt more than he wanted life itself.
Charlotte decided at that moment that she was going to lead him on no farther, but that very day she would allow him access to her cunt.
"Would you care to dance, my darling?" she asked him, looking into his face provocatively.
They began to dance, and Charlotte ground her body against the boy's already hard bulge. Charlotte slipped her hand, then, between them, and she began to rub that attractive bulge.
The boy began to kiss her neck and suck on her ear. Charlotte was excited herself about the fucking they were going to get into. She knew that he would be wonderful for her.
"My dear Kevin," she whispered, "I have decided you have waited long enough for my pussy. I will give it to you now. We will celebrate my cunt and your cock by introducing them."
"Oh, Charlotte," the boy stuttered, "I mean, please let me call you Charlotte-that's what I call you in my sleep. That's what I call you when I jerk off thinking about your cunt. You will forgive me, won't you?"
"You may call me Charlotte, but remember, when we're in public, I am your mistress and you are my stable boy. When we are in bed, you may call me what you like."
"Charlotte, I need you so badly. Let's go to your room now and fuck. Please, Charlotte."
Charlotte laughed at the boy's desperation. "My little friend, you have waited so long, I think you can wait a few moments longer."
Charlotte glanced over to the corner where Karin had taken Billie. She saw the woman was really going to town on his cock now, and the boy was squirming in delight. Gone from his mind now was the thought of his sister. The only thing he was conscious of now was the wonderful pressure of Karin's mouth on his cock.
She looked around, and she saw Jon had sat down with Billie's sister, and he was busy with his hand going up her skirt toward the young freshness of her cunt.
Betsy was involved in what appeared to be an interesting conversation with the inseparable Timmy and Benjy. Meanwhile the band played on, and as Charlotte surveyed the room, it seemed that all of her young men and young women she had invited, most of the girls being servants on her estate, were beginning to turn toward a sexual nature within themselves.
There was a spark of excitement in the air that was growing larger and larger, and Charlotte saw that very soon the whole thing was going to turn into a wild orgy.
Betsy was already looking a little intoxicated, so Charlotte was not very surprised when she unzipped Benjy's pants and poured a glass of champagne over his cock.
The boy jumped up and down and then grabbed Betsy around the waist. Betsy laughed and fell over on a sofa. She pulled the boy on top of her and began to kiss him passionately.
Charlotte sat on a love seat with Kevin, who seemed to have eyes only for her, he seemed oblivious of all the beginnings of sexual play going on all around him.
Because now Kevin's hand was between Charlotte's leg and his hand was working its way up her creamy thigh toward the hairless cunt that he knew was there. He would try to arouse her so much she would beg him to fuck her.
His cock was already like a board pressed up against his abdomen. His balls were itching and aching for the woman, for the moist receptacle of her twat. How long had he thought of that place, how many times had his prick ached to be inside her, arching toward her womb.
And now it was just beyond reach. His hand now rested on her warm snatch. Charlotte, when she had arrived back from the hunt, had changed her clothing. She now wore a silver lame evening gown that was loose in the skirt but very revealing of all of the curves of her body and the deep cleavage of her large tits.
The dress made her sparkle, and it made the boy hunger for her naked flesh. He wanted her nude, he wanted full access to her cunt, to her breasts. He wanted her so badly he would have raped her if she had put him off any longer.
And he knew she wanted him, too. But she had only lengthened and strengthened their desire for each other by extending the time before his cock would slide up inside of her and fuck the living shit out of her.
His hand clutched at her snatch, his thumb dug into her clitoris. Charlotte jumped. "My goodness, don't do that so hard-you're hurting me."
"Of, forgive me," he said, "but I need so badly to have you, I'm going out of my mind."
"Well, if it's that bad, then take me. I'm all yours and you will have my undivided attentions."
"Here? With all these people?" he asked incredulously.
And then Kevin looked around and saw what was happening. He saw Betsy nearby, and she was being fucked in the cunt by Benjy and fucked up the ass by Timmy. She was enjoying herself immensely and so were they. They were taking all she had to give, and she was giving them more and more.
They looked like they were on a seesaw, the way they were humping her back and forth. Their hands were all over her body, squeezing and grabbing at her nipples, and she looked like she was in rapture.
Charlotte called out to Betsy.
"I'm so glad you're enjoying yourself, my dear."
Betsy turned as best she could to talk to Charlotte, "I just love these cocks fucking me. You can't believe how much."
Charlotte laughed at her friend and watched her wriggle her hips as the young men smashed in and out of the two orifices.
Jon was going down on Tricia, who was loving every minute of what his tongue was doing to her. Her little legs were wrapped around his neck, and her body was just about off the ground with excitement.
Her brother had already cum once into the talented mouth of Karin, and Karin was still sucking like crazy on his cock, it looked to Charlotte that she would be quite successful in getting another mouthful of sperm really soon.
Now, right underneath her feet were two young men who worked in the greenhouse, they had with them a pretty young girl who worked in the kitchen, they were busy competing for a taste of her cunt.
Everywhere Charlotte pointed out to Kevin there were a variety of sexual performances going on. It wasn't long before everyone in the room was participating in some way. The band had stopped playing. They had not been able to concentrate on the music with so much going on.
The four young men were now totally naked and running around the room, not believing what they were seeing. Although there was a shortage of women, everybody seemed content.
Karin had stopped sucking off Billie. She got up and went to the table where all the food was. She walked over to where Jon was busy sucking off Tricia, carrying a big piece of strawberry shortcake. She pulled Jon's head out of the girl's twat and stuffed the cake up the girl.
Then she pushed Jon back in there, and he continued to eat her out, this time with a renewed gusto.
Everybody took their cue from that and there was a rush at the food table. Food was being plastered all over cocks and cunts and tits, and everybody was suddenly ravenously hungry.
Charlotte found herself laughing hysterically at the young people and their crazy antics. She glanced at Betsy and saw she was becoming very frantic as were the two young men fucking her. She was getting it off and taking them with her.
Their cocks came out of her, inflamed and red, and then shoved back inside her with desperate need to be pressed into her warm flesh.
Now the three of them were coming together in a flurry of frantic movement. Charlotte clapped her hands as she watched her friend jumping all over and trying to suck into her body the flesh of the boys' rampaging cocks.
Charlotte, in her viewing of the orgy going on around her, had almost completely forgotten Kevin. But Kevin was now between her legs and he was lifting her skirt to get a taste of her moist cunt.
She felt his trembling hands sliding up the inside of her thighs and she spread her legs so that he could get into her better. His tongue flicked across her clitoris and slid down the sides of her cuntlips.
For a long time he licked up and down, and Charlotte was thrilled to her toes. Meanwhile she had the wonderful fleshy floor show, and she was really getting off on that.
Kevin was now pushing her back against the sofa and lifting her dress up farther, trying to get it off her. She helped him and then she was as naked as most of the people in the room.
The boy was crazy for her. He quickly unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. Charlotte looked at the boy's hard-on, and suddenly she, too, wanted to be fucked by him as much as he wanted to fuck her.
"Oh, Kevin," she said. "It's such a wonderful cock. Let me taste it."
She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth and began to nip at it gently, she grazed the hard flesh of it with her teeth and she sucked the head lovingly. A wonderful-tasting member it was, and she closed her eyes with delight as her mouth filled with the boy's hard cock flesh.
But Kevin wasn't in the mood for that. He wanted to fuck, and there would be no way anything or anyone would stop him.
He pushed Charlotte's mouth away from his prick. Leaning over to her, still fully dressed even though his cock was out, he kissed her tit. Then with his knee he spread Charlotte's leg out farther and looked down at her defenseless cunt.
Charlotte thrilled as she felt his cock looking for entrance to her cunt. He was determined that it would happen now; he no longer cared about all the people around him that were fucking and sucking. It did not even matter to him that most of his clothes were still on him and that Charlotte was as naked as the day she was born.
His cock slid up a little inside her and farther then-farther still until he filled her cuntal cavity with all of his boy meat, harder than a rock.
He lay on her chest, sighing and happy. Then Charlotte raised her hips sharply and made him aware of what was happening. His cock began to move inside her. He was like a locomotive, he couldn't stop. It was too wonderful, it felt too good to him. He humped her hard and intensely, so intensely that when Betsy and Timmy and Benjy came over to watch, he didn't even notice.
Charlotte noticed all right, though, and she smiled at her friends as they watched her being fucked by the young man. Kevin was going wild in her cunt, and Charlotte realized she wouldn't have time to cum with him.
He couldn't sustain that speed and that intensity without exploding.
Sure enough, his movements became spasmodic and she could feel his cock throbbing heavily inside of her juicy cunt. His body slapped against hers vehemently and his cock stabbed into her deeply.
She looked at his face and saw that he was in pain and pleasure and he was now peaking on the pleasure inherent in her cunt.
"AAAAhhh," the boy gave out, and his cock shot off its full load of hot sperm deep into her body.
Betsy and Timmy began to clap their hands as he continued to pummel Charlotte's cunt. Charlotte herself decided she would save her orgasm for something else.
Soon the boy pulled out of her and looked into her face with love. He wanted to stay by her side and touch her and kiss her and go down on her pussy, but Charlotte told him to go and mingle with the other people and enjoy himself. He realized that it wasn't an invitation, it was a command.
So it was with some disappointment at first that he joined another group of fucking and sucking. Charlotte smiled as he left and took another look around her.
She saw that two of the young musicians were enjoying the moist favors of Karin's lips. She alternated between them, jerking them off and sucking them off and she was doing a damn good job of exciting them.
Charlotte was terribly aroused and needed satisfaction, but she could not decide how she wanted to reach her peak. She finally got up off the sofa and walked over to the other two young black boys.
They were drinking champagne. She asked them their names and they couldn't take their big, brown eyes off of her naked tits. The scene was too much for them.
It wasn't very long before Charlotte had one of their cocks in her mouth and was taking the other up her cunt.
And it wasn't long before she was swallowing cum and having a terrific orgasm herself.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
After some time passed, Charlotte found herself sitting on the sofa with her dear friend, Betsy. Betsy's cum-encrusted mouth was fixed in a smile of sublime pleasure. Her hand rested on her breast and her eyes were half-closed with the sensuality that she had enjoyed.
Things had calmed down a bit and the musicians were playing again. People were dancing together or sitting around the big open fire resting their bodies.
Charlotte turned to her friend. "I've come to a decision, Betsy my love."
"What would that be?" Betsy said, smiling at Charlotte and taking her hand.
"I've decided I'm going to change my will."
"My God," Betsy exclaimed, "this is no time to talk about dying. Especially someone who's as much alive as you are."
"On the contrary, my friend," Charlotte said, "I think that moments of supreme pleasure and satisfaction are the best times to talk about death. The aura of death intensifies one's pleasure, makes us aware of the fact that we must enjoy life to the fullest because of the shadow."
"How very grim," Betsy grimaced.
"No, I don't think so at all. But that isn't the point, my Betsy. The point is the will. As you know, I am an extremely wealthy woman. No one knows but me just how extensive those riches are. I have no children of my own. Also, I am the last surviving link of my family. Now that Ambrose is no longer here it is necessary that I choose my heir."
"All right, darling, so what did you decide?"
"Well, of course you will be named in my will, and it will be an enormous amount of riches, but hardly as extensive as the love and devotion you have shown me over the years."
Betsy looked very embarrassed, and tears were welling up in her eyes. "Please, Charlotte, I don't think I am deserving of this."
"Hush, darling, let me finish. There have been a lot of young boys that came and went here. I still know where most of them are, and most of them are still my friends. I want to do something for all my boys. They have given me the greatest pleasure of my life, and so they should be the ones to reap the profits of my death."
"Oh, shit, Charlotte, this is so fucking morbid," Betsy said, slapping Charlotte's thigh.
"No, you must listen. I want to tell you about it, because you, too, will be a beneficiary and what's more, you will be the executor of the will."
Charlotte went on to outline her plan to her friend, and she talked on into the night about what she intended to do for the boys. Betsy was struck deeply by the overwhelming generosity of Charlotte Walder, and she was overwhelmed herself by her own love for the woman.
Finally Betsy stood up and surveyed the room, at that moment there was no real heavy sexual things happening. Betsy walked over to the table and picked up a bottle of champagne.
"I want to propose a toast," she said loudly.
Everyone looked up at her and some started getting to their feet and scrambling for wine glasses.
"I want to propose a toast to our hostess and our dearest friend and employer and benefactress. Few of you, I think, realize the deep generosity and worth of this woman. Most of you are too young to know about such things. But hear me, because I believe that one day when you are older, you will know of all the things that she has done for you."
Betsy then went on to eulogize her friend, tears were rolling down her cheek and onto her naked breasts. Charlotte, too, was crying silently. And when she was finished speaking, they all drank to her health and to her continuing delight.
The party went on till morning, and Charlotte finally dismissed her friends and sent them off to bed. She herself went up to her big, warm bed, taking with her Kevin whose eyes were soft with lack of sleep and love for his mistress, and Betsy, who only wanted to lie in her arms.
The three of them soon fell asleep and slept for most of the day.
The following day Charlotte went back to her work which was piled up on her desk in the study. Things went pretty much back to normal, with everyone doing their job. It was different on the estate, though, it was as if everyone was in love and at peace.
Charlotte was now planning for Christmas and the activities that would ensue, and when on one morning early she awoke to find the ground covered with powdery snow, she arose, left her warm bed anxious to go riding in the snow.
As she rode across the blanketed meadow she felt a change coming over her just as the change had come over the land that she owned and the world that she existed in. She realized that she, like the summer, was growing old.
Oh, it didn't show, not in her snowy breast or on her alabaster thighs, not in the moist cunt that she possessed or the easily-fanned fire that spread through her loins. It was more of a seasoning, a reaching toward peace and sleep, the soft blanket of the snow.
Charlotte figured she had quite a few more years on earth. The shape that her body was in, it could be another fifty even.
It was a startling thought to think her life was only half over, that she was only halfway through a book which was most interesting, that was full of wonderful twists and clauses.
There was someone riding across the meadow toward her, and as the rider got closer, she saw it was Kevin. She pulled up her mount and waited for him to approach.
"Hello, Charlotte, do you mind if I ride along with you?"
She smiled at him, feeling totally mellow. "Of course not; I always welcome your company."
Kevin was a wonderful boy, but he took himself too seriously. Charlotte realized that he was in love with her. The others loved her, respected her, but they thought of her as a goddess who could be approached only from her own direction.
Kevin had dreams which smacked of a more earthy passion. She knew Kevin wished he were older, and that he were in a position to be her equal. How absurd and sad that was. He was a mere boy, an inexperienced boy who knew nothing of the world and very little about Charlotte.
Even the fact he was the only one who had ever dared to call her by her first name was amazing.
"Charlotte," he said, "I want to go away."
Charlotte pulled up her horse sharply. "What?"
"I don't ever want to leave you, but it hurts so much. I can't help being sixteen years old, but I can't help wanting you, either. So I think that it would be better if I went away."
Charlotte frowned and climbed off her horse. "My darling Kevin, I'm so sorry that you feel this way. And sometimes I wish it could be different, too. I wish I could be a mere maid of sixteen and able to fall in love so deeply as you. But I, I'm getting old, and one of these days my flesh will be wrinkled and my hair gray and my breasts sagging, and then you won't love me any more."
"Oh, shit, I'd love you if your damn tits fall off," he said vehemently.
Charlotte put her hand on his knee as tears began to fall from her eyes. Kevin dismounted from his horse and they embraced. It was a tender embrace, it was different though from the other times because both of them felt ageless, timeless, rootless.
For a moment in the snow as they pressed their bodies together it didn't matter, they were just a man and a woman in December. But now, as they spread a blanket in the snow and their hands sought cock and cunt, and their bodies were warm together, it didn't matter that there was a future.
