Mrs. Townsend stood at the window watching the handsome, tanned, well-built gardener. He looked an awful lot like her husband, he had the same sexy eyes-the same mannerisms-it was frightening.
She was violently attracted to him. She watched him bending over the weeds, mentally undressing him. She imagined what his cock looked like when it was erect. That too, was probably a lot like her husband's-at least nine-inches. She wondered what it would feel like in her mouth-she would let him come in her mouth-just like she used to let her husband.
She couldn't stand it any longer ... she was going to ask him to come into the house-she was going to find out if he could be the son she gave up for adoption, so many years ago.
CHAPTER ONE
Eric Donovan put the last tool away in the gardening shed and stepped outside to survey his work. The sweeping grounds around Missus Townsend's equally sweeping mansion were in excellent shape. The wide flat lawn was green and trimmed as smoothly as a golf course. The numerous flowerbeds and gardens were weeded and bright with multicolored flowers. Even the countless shade trees were pruned to perfection, the tall tops swaying gently in the mild breeze of the late afternoon. The breeze felt cool as it sighed over Eric's sweaty face and sweat-soaked t-shirt. A shower in the poolside locker room now would be perfect.
As he walked down the long slope of the lawn toward the back of the mansion and the pool, Eric let his mind drift back over the past few weeks. When Missus Townsend had first come to the orphanage three weeks ago looking for some part-time help around her place, he was lucky enough to have been in the director's waiting room. He remembered sitting in open-mouthed awe at the beautiful woman as she walked through the room toward Mister Blackburn's office. She had given him a long and lingering look herself just before entering the office. She was dressed in a long, clinging dress that hugged her voluptuous figure, and as she walked across the waiting room a long split up the side parted to reveal her long, wellturned legs. Raising his eyes he had felt his cock starting to harden at the sight of her lush breasts straining under the clingy fabric, and then looking higher, he stared into her flashing green eyes for a moment as she looked him over.
When she came out of the office fifteen minutes later she smiled at him and said, "I'll see you on Saturday, Eric." All he could do was mumble a surprised "Yes, ma'am!" at the news.
When he had gone in to speak to Mister Blackburn, the orphanage administrator, he had learned he could earn thirty dollars each Saturday by tending to the miscellaneous gardening and yard chores at the wealthy widow's palatial estate. Mister Blackburn hadn't told him why he had been chosen, and he didn't bother to ask. At eighteen years of age, he was itching to get out of the orphanage, even if only for a little while.
His dreams that night were filled with visions of the lovely older woman, her flashing eyes under dark long lashes, her wide sensuous mouth, and the gleaming cascades of dark auburn hair that framed her face. He had to masturbate furiously to get rid of the enormous erection he grew when his thoughts took a more erotic turn, fantasy letting his hands roam over that lush body hinted at under her clinging dress. Already eighteen and still a virgin, Eric found that Missus Townsend had struck a chord in him that had never been hit so strongly before.
The first day out, Missus Townsend had shown him around briefly, letting him know what his duties would be and where everything was on the huge estate. He had to fight to keep his mind on the business at hand, as she had obviously been planning a day at the pool. She took him around on the tour dressed in a long flowing robe that she left unbelted, revealing her fantastic body clad only in a tiny string bikini. Eric's eyes had almost bugged out of his head when she first-appeared before him, her massive breasts bouncing with each step, every curve of her well-tanned and smooth body rippling erotically. Once again he found himself sporting a tremendous hard-on, and hoped she wouldn't notice the bulge in his pants. She seemed to take her state of undress as a matter-of-fact, as well as seeming oblivious to the effect she was having on the young man.
Once they had completed the tour, however, she had returned to the main house and he had not seen her for the rest of the day as he went about his duties, although he kept his eyes open every second for another glimpse of her.
The second weekend she had spent most of the day sunning herself by the pool, and Eric found that almost everything he had to do kept him in that area of the grounds, even if it did mean not being able to get to the rest of his work elsewhere. He had watched in blissful agony as she moved and rolled every once in a while, exposing her body to the sun.
When she had rolled onto her stomach, Missus Townsend had undone the thin strap of her bikini top, and let it fall to the side. Eric caught his breath at the vision of her giant tits mashed up tight under her, the firm flesh spilling out toward the sides of her torso. He noticed that her tit-flesh was as deeply tanned as the rest of her body, and wondered if she often sunbathed in the nude. He was hoping she would, but it never happened. After a few hours in the sun, she had again retired to the house, leaving him to his work and his throbbing cock.
Unlike the week before, when he had simply waited for it to go down of its own accord, Eric had hurried to the poolside locker room and stepped into the shower, where he hurriedly jerked-off as the hot spray blasted his sweaty body. He didn't know how much more of the unrelieved pressures he could stand from this job, but was in no hurry to quit!
This third weekend he had not seen her at all when he arrived on the bus, but had gone right to work. As he headed once again for the poolhouse to rinse off and change before leaving, he happened to glance up at the back of the mansion and saw Missus Townsend looking out at him from an upstairs window. He smiled and waved in her direction, then went into the pool-house. It really was something of a small house, what with a number of rooms for showers, dressing, a weight room and sauna, and a small lounge room with a totally glassed wall that looked out over the huge pool. It was only the immense size of the mansion that made it seem so tiny in comparison.
Walking first through the small lounge and casting a curious eye at the well-stocked bar, he went through the sauna, past the large massage table and into the tiled shower room. Here he quickly stripped off his sweat-soaked work clothes and stuffed them in the canvas bag he always brought. His clean clothes hung in a locker nearby, where he had left them that morning.
As he started to step into the shower stall, he glanced at his reflection in a large mirror set in the opposite wall. The work must have been doing something for him, for even in just the few short weeks he'd been at it, he'd lost the slight stomach he'd been developing. Whistling happily, he stepped inside the shower and started to lather up.
But he hadn't been the only one admiring his image in the mirror. Or actually, admiring it through the mirror. The glass set in the wall was a two-way mirror, the room on the other side darkened so that it afforded a clear view into the shower room. For the third weekend in a row, Missus Townsend had hurried into the small room off the showers to gaze at Eric as he undressed. She felt a tingle of excitement as the young man unknowingly put on a strip show for her. He was not muscle-bound, but had the long, sleek body of a youth, only hinting at the raw power under the skin.
He was always glowing with sweat, glistening in the lights of the room like a young Adonis, and Missus Townsend always found herself holding her breath at first when he stripped, loving the sight. She had set up a large chair in the small anteroom she spied from, and relaxed back in it to watch the show each Saturday. What she especially admired was the view of his young cock. Even hanging limp as it was today, it was a good five to six inches long, with a large pair of mouth-watering balls backing it up. He had no hair on his young body except for a light patch around his penis and nuts, and she thought he was perfect. The last two weekends she had leaned back in the chair and masturbated furiously while watching him, cramming almost her entire hand into her steamy cunt as she thought of that huge prick ramming into her body. The young orphan brought back memories of her own youth, and other youthful men who had ridden her steaming snatch so well.
The second weekend she had almost cried out in astonished pleasure when he had stripped to reveal his full, blazing erection before the mirror. She had only caught a glimpse as he had hurried into the shower stall, but it was enough to let her know she had a young bull on her hands. Her orgasm had been particularly satisfying that day as' she heard him moaning and groaning while he also masturbated in the shower.
After that short glimpse of his burning erection, Missus Townsend knew she could wait no longer, and had planned eagerly for his third Saturday. Now, after a last glance at the young man as he stepped into the shower stall, she hurried out of the small anteroom.
After Eric finished up his shower and turned off the water, he swung the frosted door wide open and stepped out, reaching for a towel with one hand while wiping the dripping water from his face with the other. Opening his eyes, he suddenly froze in astonishment, staring at the open doorway to the room. There Missus Townsend was leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed lightly, and clad only in a terry-cloth robe that was so short it barely covered the tops of her thighs. Her long, slender legs were stretched out, one foot crossed over the other as she propped herself up in the doorway. The top of the robe was spread open so wide that, with her arms shoving her breasts up from beneath, he could see the dark areolas surrounding her nipples peeking out from under the cloth. By pushing up with her arms, she was making a deep cleavage valley between her tits that drew his eyes down into the warm flesh.
He was struck totally speechless, and just stood staring at her, but Missus Townsend smiled widely, shifting on her hips seductively.
"Hello, Eric. I see you're already cleaned up, but I was hoping you'd be able to do one more job for me today."
Suddenly recovering himself, Eric became aware that he was standing in front of her totally naked. Grasping wildly for a towel, he whipped it off the rack and quickly around his hips, stammering in his shock.
"Missus....Missus Townsend! I didn't know you ... you were here! I'll get my clothes on and be right out!" He gulped hard, unable to tear his eyes away from her lush body, and aware of a burning feeling in his face as he blushed uncontrollably.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about getting dressed for this, Eric. It looks like my regular masseur has decided to take the day off without telling me, and I haven't had a good rubdown in days."
She turned and walked into the next room, the short robe riding the bouncing motion of her firm ass, and a confused and slightly embarrassed Eric followed her out, still holding the towel in front of his groin. Missus Townsend was leaning against the large vinyl-covered massage table, her long, shapely legs stretched out stiffly before her.
She could sense his nervousness, and was touched by the show of modesty and innocence of his holding onto the towel so protectively. She smiled at him and brushed a loose strand of dark auburn hair off her face.
"Do you think I'm pretty, Eric? Fifteen years ago, when I was just a kid of twenty-three, all the men thought I was."
Eric swallowed hard and clutched the towel even harder to his groin as his cock gave a jerk. This was like a fantasy come true, but he was so nervous he didn't know what to do.
"I ... I think you're incredibly beautiful, Missus Townsend," he managed to croak out.
"That's sweet of you to say, Eric. Thank you." She looked at him from under her dark lashes for a moment longer as he stood nervously in the middle of the room. Then, with a sudden shrug of her shoulders, she dropped the terry-cloth robe in a heap about her feet and climbed up to lie on her stomach on the table. In those few seconds Eric had been treated to a full view of her lush figure, a view which brought his young cock now into a full boner under the damp folds of the towel. She had an even more incredible body than he had imagined in his late-night fantasies. Her large round breasts were high and proud on her chest, with only the slightest of sag that made them bounce seductively. Her bright pink nipples pointed out exotically in full arousal from wide, dark areolas. Her torso narrowed down to a trim waist, then flared back out into slender hips. The luxurious growth of dark pubic hair between her brown thighs was a fuzzy triangle through which the moist lips of her cunt peeked.
She stretched out on the table, her fine breasts mashing out under her, and placed her chin on her crossed arms. Eric gazed lustfully at her long, smooth back, then down to the double swells of her well-rounded ass. He found he was right about her nude sunbathing, as her deep tan continued all over her bare butt cheeks. She suddenly tensed and relaxed the twin mounds in an erotic movement that made his pulse race, but she kept her long and curvy legs pressed together, hiding her silken pussy from his gaze.
"Come on, Eric, just start my rubdown." She looked back over one shoulder at him, keeping her head low so that she looked up at him from under her thick lashes. "Just start at my shoulders and work your way down. I'm sure you'll get the hang of it in no time."
Eric stepped up to the table, still holding the towel like a security blanket, and Missus Townsend laughed delightedly. "Eric! You don't have to be bashful. Not only is it going to be very hard for you to do this properly if you have to keep a grip on that towel, but if I'm not embarrassed about being naked here, there's no reason why you should be."
Eric cleared his throat nervously, "Guess you're right, ma'am. It's just that ... well, I don't...."
"No excuses, Eric!" she said, her green eyes flashing.
"Yes, ma'am...." He stepped quickly up to the table at her side and placed both of his strong young hands on her shoulder blades, letting the towel drop away. The electric feel of his first touch on her naked flesh sent shivers up his arm.
Missus Townsend glanced back over her shoulder and giggled. "That certainly looks rather uncomfortable, Eric. I think you'd better unhook yourself!"
Looking down, Eric was surprised and embarrassed to see the towel hadn't fallen, but hung on the hook of his iron-hard prick. He flushed a deep red as he lifted the towel off and tossed it to the side.
Missus Townsend now rested her eyes on the sight of his young and virile cock dancing about only inches from her naked side. The quick glance she had gotten the week before had done him no justice. His prick seemed to actually pulse with pure sexual energy, the large fat crown glowing an aroused red. The whole long, thick length seemed to be marbled with small muscular veins.
"Dear Lord...." she half-cried, half-whispered, her eyes wide. "For such a young man you're certainly well-hung-or should I say wellerect? Nine inches at least, I'd bet!"
"Uh, nine-and-a-half, actually...." laughed Eric nervously as he now began to rub and knead the smooth, silky flesh of her back. Missus Townsend was still looking back over her shoulder, watching his straining shaft bob and weave as he massaged her. He saw her run her tongue lightly over her pink lips.
"I'm ... I'm really sorry ... about being ... being erect," he stammered nervously.
"No need to be, Eric," she cooed. "You should be very proud of having such a fabulous cock. I'm thrilled that I can still excite a young man like you."
Eric was still quite nervous at this sudden change in Missus Townsend. He had dreamed of just such things as these happening in his nightly masturbatory fantasies, but to have it actually happening was really strange; To hear her speaking so frankly about sex, about his cock. He was feeling more than a little nervous, but eager to continue.
He worked his hands lower down her long sloping back until he came at last to the fleshy mounds of her round white ass. First he gently, tentatively stroked the firm slopes, and Missus Townsend wiggled her ass about under his hands.
"Don't just pat me, Eric. This is supposed to be a rubdown!"
"Anything you say, ma'am," Eric replied. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed an asscheek in each hand, squeezing the two quivering globes with gradually-increasing pressure, and kneading them with his fingertips. She moaned softly with pleasure as he pulled her two cheeks wide and slipped his thumbs down to stroke the tightly-stretched skin between. He let one thumbnail graze gently across the puckered opening of her asshole, and was rewarded with her spreading her legs wider and moaning again. Eric could now see her plump pink pussy meat in her furry nest.
Missus Townsend could no longer stand even the thin pretense of a massage. She wanted to make it with this young stud. "Use your mouth, baby," she whispered so quietly he almost missed it.
Eric could think of nothing he wanted to do more at that moment as he gazed at her luscious cunt. Lowering his head between her spread ass cheeks, he flicked his tongue along the smooth wet groove and across her pussy lips. Missus Townsend gasped, crying out in total pleasure. "Oh, yes! Eric, lover, yes! That's it!!" She pulled up her knees slightly so as to raise her hips and give him more room to get to her cunt, now beginning to shine with her wet love-juices.
The teenager buried his face into her until it was surrounded by warm woman-flesh and his nose and tongue were in her sweet pussy. He licked and slurped up and down the sweetly-flowing sex-channel, savoring his first taste of a real woman. While he slobbered away eagerly at her cunt, he was also unconsciously prodding at her side with his iron-hard cock.
Trying to get at her from this angle was proving awkward to the turned-on young man, and he wanted more. He raised his head, keeping his fingers digging into her ass. "Will you turn over?" he gasped.
In answer, she quickly rolled over on her back, stretching her arms out behind her head and arching her back like a cat, making her breasts thrust high. Eric's eyes alighted on her huge tits and quickly reached down to grasp her big, spongy knockers, then bent over to suck one of her large pink nipples into his mouth. Her nipple was long and stiff with arousal, and as Eric licked and sucked with eager abandon, she started a low groan of joy. He sucked hard on the big boob, his cheeks going hollow from the effort, as if he was an infant suckling for his mother's sweet warm milk. His hands were busy roaming over the soft full globes that spilled out over her chest, squeezing the warm tit-flesh.
Missus Townsend groaned deep in her throat, rocking her head from side to side and gasping out. "Eric, love, suck me! My pussy! Suck my pussy! My cunt is burning so, please, eat me!"
Eager to oblige the sexually-charged older woman, Eric moved down to her trembling lower belly, licking at the sheen of sweat glistening on her taut belly and sparkling on her thick bush of pubic hair. He crawled up on the end of the table between her wide-spread legs and bent his lips back down to her creamy pussy, wide open before him.
His nose again caught her musky, aromatic scent and his cock throbbed in lustful response. He dived into her hot muff and sent his tongue lashing up and down the spreading pink lips. He sucked in the fleshy lips and gently nibbled them inside his mouth. Missus Townsend wrapped her long legs around his bobbing head and ground her fiery cunt up into his face with quick jerks and wiggles of her ass.
Eric suddenly found her erect pink clitoris with his searching tongue, and licked across and around the tasty nubbin rapidly, curious to see her reaction. Missus Townsend's sudden gasp of pleasure told him he had hit a hotspot, and he sucked the hard little button into his mouth and gently nibbled at it with his teeth.
"Oooooo, yes! Oh, my God! Ooooh, you're so good, baby! I'm gonna come any minute, keep sucking, baby! Keep sucking!"
Eric opened his mouth wide and sucked in as much of her dripping, creamy snatch as he could get, then thrust his tongue well into her gaping pussy-hole. Then he would quickly move his mouth upwards to nip at the stiffly-straining clit before again going back down to engulf her oozing hot cunt again. He felt her stiffening in her lower belly, and started to furiously pound her snatch against his face, almost as if she was trying to swallow his whole head up in her wet fuck-channel. She cried and whimpered uncontrollably as she bucked her hips up and down, bouncing on the table top.
"OOOOOHHHHH, GOD!! I'M COMMMMMMMIINNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" Missus Townsend's powerfully-clenched thighs circling Eric's head slowly relaxed after her orgasmic spasm and dropped back weakly to the table. Eric glanced up from her flaming red cunt, now dripping with her released love juices and his own saliva, and saw her big bouncy tits heaving up and down, up and down, quivering and sliding over her chest as she tried to regain her breath.
He climbed shakily off the table and walked to its head, where she turned her face to him. Her eyes were almost glazed-over in post-orgasmic pleasure, and her right hand came lazily up to squeeze and pinch and pull on the stiff pink nipple crowning one globular tit. He didn't speak but, grasping the aching staff of his monster cock, shoved it toward her face. He was so worked up from eating her hot pussy that he knew he was going to explode any minute.
"Please," he whispered urgently, waving his huge cock in her face, letting the large crown wipe over her beautiful lips.
Missus Townsend turned her body toward him while grasping his hard cock with one hand and cuddling his heavily-hanging balls with the other. She pouted her red, wet lips and kissed the tip of his burning shaft. Then, just as she began to run her pink tongue over and around the bloated head, Eric could no longer hold back his climax.
"Oh, God! Yes! Shit!!" he yelled, jerking and pumping his hand over hers as he came. Long white bolts of sticky thick semen shot out of his quivering cock, spraying Missus Townsend's lovely face, eyes and hair with huge loads of dripping sperm. They both had wrapped their hands around the long shaft and jerked on it as bolt after bolt spewed out of his balls and into her now-wide-open mouth as she tried to catch all of his hot cum. Eric thought he would come forever, reveling in the incredible pleasure of his own orgasm, feeling like he had never come before.
Finally, after a few hard jerks of his pounding hand offered the last few drops of flying cum to her lips, Eric fell across her body on the table, crushing her big soft tits into his sweaty young chest.
Missus Townsend stroked the back of his neck as he gasped for air, enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her, and lightly scraping the hot, sticky cum on her face into her sucking lips, smacking on the taste of the boy. He had spewed forth what seemed like a full quart of jism, but, as he struggled back to his feet, she saw that he was still hard! His cock still stuck out ramrod-stiff, curving up from his groin, the fat crown now dripping the last of his white cum, but still looking ready for more.
Eric straightened up and began pumping once again on the shaft, this time using both hands and rubbing his sticky juices over it. He met Missus Townsend's lust-glazed eyes and said, "I ... I want to fuck you!"
She spread her legs wide and reached up to him with her hands, a sigh of pure contentment breaking through her wide smile. "And I want you, Eric, darling. More than you could know!"
He crawled back onto the large table between her long legs, the massive club of his ready prick waving above her belly. Grasping his swollen cock, he guided it into the matted hair over her glistening split, but his nervousness at the final moment of truth betrayed him, and his shaking hand refused to help.
"Let me do it, baby," cooed Missus Townsend, reaching down to push his hand aside and gripping his aching dick. His entire body jerked as her soft hand closed tightly about the hot shaft, and guided the blood-engorged knob down to tenderly touch her mound. The kiss of her feathery hairs jolted through his groin, and the close embrace of her pussy lips followed like an aftershock from an earthquake. With one sudden movement he arched his back, then drove down hard, slamming his long cock deep into her slippery fuck-channel, mashing her guiding hand between their bodies.
I'm doing it! he thought happily to himself, I'm actually fucking a woman!
She was a tight, liquid flame around his cock, fabulously soft, narrow and suctioning, and his thickened cock rammed hungrily in and out as he sought to penetrate deeper and deeper with each ball-busting thrust.
Missus Townsend loudly sucked in air through her teeth, "Aaaah! Yes, oh YES! What a fabulous, beautiful, wonderful cock! Fuck me, Eric! Hard!"
Eric didn't have to be urged on. He lay across her trembling body, mashing her full breasts to his chest and covering her ravenous mouth with his, their tongues fucking into and out of each other's mouth just as he rammed and ground his eager young dick into her tight pussy.
She was caught up completely in the joy of the moment, knowing that she was the first to taste this young man's raging virility. Seething around his tremendous shaft, her cunt tightened and released, all the while pulling and sucking on the invading rod. Her tongue ran wild in his mouth, and their teeth clashed again and again as they kissed with hungry moans of joy. Never breaking the tight lock of their mouths, Eric slipped his hands between their bodies and grasped her heavenly boobs, kneading and massaging the pliant flesh, shoving down on her tits while powerfully feeding his cock into her fantastically-hot snatch.
He almost sobbed into her mouth as the incredible sensations of pure fucking cascaded over him like hot waves. "God! This is fantastic! You're so tight and hot and ... oh! OHHH, YEAH! DO THAT!"
She was working her asscheeks up and down rapidly, almost bouncing them both off the hard tabletop, while flexing the muscles of her cunt to grip his cock like a glove.
Eric worked to match her rhythm, sliding his swollen cock furiously into the enchanted hot juice of her greasy cunt, slamming it home with solid, deep penetrating strokes. Fucking her, fucking her hard, cramming his prick in to the hilt, then drawing it back swiftly as she wiggled gleefully upon his stiff pole, only to plunge balls-deep into her foamy depths again.
Fiercely, Missus Townsend met his every thrust, grinding upward in savage response, forcing his cock head to reach every part of her sucking snatch. She bit his lips and dug sharp nails into his shoulders. Screaming silently, her mouth open wide, she clung to him in ecstasy, her thighs scissoring and her cunt gone mad with pleasure.
Moaning loudly, hammering his groin into hers, Eric fucked for all he was worth into her dripping cunt. Then, his head roaring, he felt the trembling tightness in his balls suddenly explode up his spine once again, and he was coming! He went off with a spurting release of bubbling cum, shooting the thick rich cream into the farthest reaches of her pussy. Jet after spitting jet rocketed into the older woman's adoring snatch, hurled down his long prick from the convulsing sac of his huge balls, bathing the already slick walls of her twathole.
This was far more than any release he had ever gotten from autoeroticism, and he thought that he could come forever, that even his backbone had melted and was being pumped out of the head of his cock. Knotting up, his testicles shuddered with one last gob of steaming jism, and then sagged back into quietude. His boiling fluids oozed out of her cunt around his still-tightly-packed cock, and ran down the crack of her ass to puddle on the table beneath them.
"So fine!" he gasped as he pumped his hot load into her. Even as the last spasm of his second climax jerked through his massive cock, Missus Townsend found her own second orgasm coming to a peak. Hunching up to him, she panted into his ear as the sensations washed over her.
"Oh, I can feel it all-feel the hot jism splattering in my pussy, oiling me! Oh, God, you stud! Fuck me! Ream me out with your monster cock! Oh my GOD! Not again! I'm coming all over my body!! Sweet come!! AAAAAHHHHH, YYYYYYYYeeeeeeeessssssssSSSSSSM "
She was gasping and heaving under him, her pussy gripping him like a fist as wave after wave of erotic pleasure traveled up and down her writhing body. She wrapped her arms around him like cables, pulling him down onto her so that he could feel her erect nipples digging deep into his chest. Her long, slender legs flailed the air above his humping ass as she strained her groin upward, riding the crest of her orgasm.
And then it was over, and they collapsed together, their bodies dripping intermingled sweat. His shaft lay securely in the syrupy socket of her twat, and every so often they were both shaken with trembles as their orgasms faded away. Eric felt himself drifting in some faraway place-warm and sated and so damned relaxed he didn't seem to have a bone or muscle left, except for the one that still lay quietly throbbing within this beautiful woman's pussy!
A woman's pussy! he thought again. He was no longer a virgin, but a real man, who had experienced the ultimate sensation! He wiggled his hips slightly, feeling the rapture of that silken quim around his cock.
Lifting his head, he looked down into her face, glowing with the released heat of passion. Her dark lashes fluttered slightly over her closed eyes, her nostrils flaring as she strove to regain control of her breathing and her moist lips parted slightly in a smile of pure joy. She was honey-sweet and boiling hot, and probably the best piece of ass in the world. Or at least, he thought, grinning to himself, the best he had experienced so far!
She opened her eyes to look up into his happily-beaming face, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. Putting one hand behind his neck, she pulled his head down to rest on her shoulder.
"How was it, Eric?" she whispered into his ear, snuggling her steamy, oozing pussy around his burning shaft.
"Incredible! I ... I never knew it would be so ... well ... incredible!"
She laughed softly, sliding her hands down onto his buttocks and lightly stroking the crack of his ass. "You're the incredible one, Eric, darling. You're quite a man!"
The teenager smiled broadly at the compliment, then pushed himself up with his arms, his slowly-dwindling penis out of her satiated pussy with a slight moist popping sound. His prick was shiny with the sticky fluids of their mutual orgasms, and he saw the light sparkling from the matted hairs of her cunt.
"Come on," said Missus Townsend, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the table. "We'd better get cleaned up-don't want you to be late getting back to the orphanage."
"Late? Oh, damn!" he said, frowning. "I've missed my bus!"
"Well, don't you think it was worth it?" she grinned, lightly stroking his chest.
"Damn right," he grinned.
"Don't worry, I'll take you back, baby," she said, turning and walking gracefully into the next room, her delectable buttocks bouncing entrancingly as she moved. Eric thought that, if she really was in her thirties, she must have discovered the fountain of youth in her twenties!
She stood waiting for him in one of the shower stalls, smiling wetly as the water splashed over the lush curves and valleys of her body. In the narrow confines of the stall, the tip of his now-newly-erect cock was touching the sensitive skin in the small of her back, and he began to soap her from behind. Her wet skin tingled under his fingertips as he smeared bubbles over the delicious slopes of her ass cheeks, trailing soap and water into the deep crack.
He felt her tremble as he reached around beneath her arms to scrub tenderly at the resilient mounds of her large, firm breasts. Moving down over the slippery smoothness of her belly, he worked his hands toward her crotch, gently soaping the wet pubic hair and trembling lips of her pussy.
Missus Townsend rolled her slick ass back against him as he rubbed into her snatch, working the soap bar over her burning clit. His upright cock was fitted between the firm cheeks of her ass as she rocked slowly from side to side, letting the warm water and warm feelings cascade over them.
She turned slowly in his arms, her slippery nipples brushing over his smooth, boyish chest, her belly slipping to his, and the bubbling heat of her vibrant cunt finding the root of his fat cock. He held her tightly, reveling in the feel of her quivering body, pressed together in the sweet intimacy of the small stall. She moved her face upward to his and kissed him again. But this time it was with great tenderness, her mouth gentle and using only the slightest touch of her tongue on his lips.
Sighing, she closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder. "I see great things ahead for you, Eric," she smiled, stroking his back. "Great things indeed!"
CHAPTER TWO
After dropping Eric off at his dormitory door, Missus Townsend went on to the administration building and breezed into Mister Blackburn's office without knocking. Blackburn, the picture of an institutional bureaucrat with his swelling stomach and receding hairline, glanced up from a pile of papers he was studying and noticed her smiling secretively.
"You're smiling like you've just been well-fucked," he snarled at her with joking disgust, leaning back in his chair and motioning for her to sit down.
"I have been. Twice!" Missus Townsend replied with a laugh.
"What?!" he shot forward in his seat, slap ping his hands down on the top of his desk. "You don't mean with Eric, for God's sake?"
"Of course I do, you fool!" she shot back. "That boy is terrific! Just what I've been looking for-Eric is a stud! I sucked him off once and fucked him twice, the second time while we took a shower. And I couldn't believe it, but he was still hard when we got dressed!"
She leaned back in her chair, softly stroking the top of her bosom through her blouse. "I tell you, on the way over here I had to fight with myself to keep from pulling off the road and fucking him again. But then I figured I'd have plenty of time for that after I take him on as my ward and he lives at the mansion."
Blackburn shot to his feet. "Are you out of your mind, woman? I mean, dear Lord, the boy is...."
"I know what he is, Blackburn," she replied coldly, staring hard enough at him to make him gulp nervously. "But you aren't going to tell him about it, or anyone else. He is good business, a great lover, and he will live with me!"
"Of course," she continued in a more gentle tone, her face breaking into a warm, seductive smile. "I know you'll agree with me, won't you?"
Rising from her chair, she walked around his desk and sat on its edge next to Blackburn. She slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist, and Blackburn found himself gazing up her smooth, tanned thighs to the skimpy lace panties across her groin. Lifting her ass off the desk, she slowly pulled down the lacy garment, and Blackburn softly groaned as her furry pussy came into full view. As she leaned over to slide her panties off her feet, she reached over and suddenly grasped his erect cock through his pants. Blackburn let out a happy yelp.
"Think you're going to see it my way, baby?" she cooed, squeezing his cock, then taking one of his hands and pressing it into the soft forest of her pubic bush.
"God, you're beautiful!" he whispered. He drew his finger back and forth in the slick pink slit, gently inserting it deeper into the velvet folds. With his other hand, he hurriedly undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it in rhythm to his hand on her cunt.
He pushed two fingers deep into her lovely pussy and Missus Townsend spread her legs wider, lifting them up to rest her feet on the armrests of his chair. This made her shift her hips forward on the desk and lean back so that now the little puckered button of her asshole came into view under her creamy snatch. Blackburn slipped his fingers, wet with her pussy juice, out of the crack and then began plunging his long index finger into and out of her asshole with short quick strokes.
"Oooohh, that's good! Push it in deeper, you pervert!" she giggled. He eagerly obeyed her by suddenly shoving his finger in all the way, and then began a slow in-and-out movement that caused Missus Townsend to rotate her hips as she slowly and sensuously rode the finger in her asshole.
"Take a taste, baby," she said, reaching out to gently cup his ears and pull his head forward between her thighs. Still relentlessly plunging his finger in and out of her anal-channel, Blackburn sent his long tongue licking along the blood-engorged labia of her cunt. He pushed deep into her slick cuntal passage and she began juicing, her twat hot and dripping under his mouth. Her plentiful fluids dripped down her pouting cunt lips and smeared over Blackburn's burrowing face. He flicked her erect and throbbing clitoris with rapid tongue movements that caused her to clamp her thighs tightly together, capturing his whole head, forcing him harder into her aching quish. He sent his hungry oral finger deeper into her warm, slick channel of love.
Missus Townsend's lovely face tilted backwards and her eyes rolled up behind her lids. "Suck it, man-eat it! Suck my pussy! Aaaahhh, faster! Right there! Yes, THERE!" She clasped his head tighter between her smooth, powerful thighs, lifting her feet and crossing them over his back. As the first wave of her orgasm hit her, she bucked her ass up and down uncontrollably on the edge of the desk, sending papers flying every which way. Blackburn lapped his tongue at her wet, hot meat as fast as he could, his lips sucking up the burning, tangy pussy juice.
She had to keep her lips tightly clenched to keep from crying out in the throes of her orgasm, so as not to let the secretary outside the office know what was going on. But a steady burst of short moans and groans managed to come through, "Ooohh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ooohh! Uh!"
Her body shuddered with the final tremors of her climax, and her twat muscles clenched tightly on his tongue one last time. She sighed and pushed his head back out of her steamy, dripping snatch. His face was glistening with her soft flood of climactic juices, and he smiled up at her, waving his throbbing cock with one hand.
"Now you can suck on this tool of mine, lady," he grinned evilly, stroking his shaft. "I've always wanted to feel those soft lips of yours around my cock!"
"Business first, Blackburn," she replied as she smoothed down the front of her dress. "Does Eric become my ward? I want to take him home tomorrow, and I'll need tonight to get his rooms ready and instruct my servants as to how to treat him."
"But, the circumstances," he whined, still stroking his cock but frowning. "It's highly irregular ... if anyone-"
"Fuck the circumstances! You can change the information in the files, and you won't tell anyone, will you?" Reaching down, she took his stiff hot prick into her cool hand. She began pumping on his meat with slow up-and down movements, squeezing the blood-engorged cock hard as her motion moved to the base of his prick, then back up.
Blackburn squirmed about in his seat, his hands clutching at the armrests. "Yes, all right! Anything! Just keep jacking on my cock-I'm gonna shoot off any second ... put your lips around it!"
Missus Townsend's green eyes flashed with victory and she took her hand away from the iron-stiff pole of meat, leaving it jerking about in the air, hungry for release.
Crossing her arms over her ample breasts, she glared down at him. "First, sign the necessary papers that release Eric to me, or your cock can die of loneliness."
Blackburn hurriedly rummaged through his drawers, looking for the right forms, filling them out and signing them. Missus Townsend had to suppress her laughter at the sight of the sweating man fumbling with paper and pen while his cock waved about, sticking out of his pants.
He finally finished and pressed the sheaf of forms into her hands. She glanced through them, then signed and folded them up neatly. Suddenly hopping off the desk, she straightened her clothing, stuffed the forms and her panties into her purse, and started toward the door.
"Hey!" Blackburn shouted, anger and disappointment fighting for control of his features. "What about my blowjob?"
"Suck it yourself, asshole!" she laughed at him. "I never agreed to anything. Eric is mine now-I'll be here tomorrow at eight to pick him up. And make sure you've got a couple of kids lined up for next week's filming. Got to keep business going as usual!"
"You bitch! You can't order me around like this!" shouted Blackburn, shaking his fist at her.
"I love you, too, baby!" laughed the beautiful woman. "See you tomorrow." And with a final swish of her lovely ass, she stepped out of the office, gently closing the door behind her on the fuming man.
"GodDAMN!" Blackburn bellowed. "That damn cunt has tricked me again! I've gotta get my rocks off, and I'll be damned if I jerk-off just because she walked out on me again! Shit!"
Storming back across the office, he dropped into his chair. "If she thinks I'm just gonna sit here, she's wrong!" Pressing the button on his intercom, he bellowed at his secretary to locate one of the young orphan girls, Ellen Parsons, and have her come immediately to his office for punishment. Blackburn's eyes gleamed lustfully as he envisioned Ellen's big white ass, a vision that slowly melted into one of Missus Townsend's ass.
He sat there for a few moments, lost in lustful fantasies, when the buzzing of the intercom broke into his dreams. Temporarily flustered, he tried to stuff his throbbing erection back into his pants while reaching across the desk to hit the switch.
"Uh, yes, Missus Winslow?" he sputtered.
"Miss Parsons is here, sir. But if you don't mind my asking, what is she being punished for?"
"Since when has it been your job to run this institution, Missus Winslow?" he shouted into the machine. "Just send her in, and see that we're not disturbed!"
After a wait of a few seconds the door slowly opened, and in stepped a very frightened-looking young girl. Blackburn sucked in air between tightly-clenched teeth as his cock started a staccato throbbing in the tight restraint of his pants. Ellen was one of the older girls at the institution, having just turned eighteen, and she packed a lot onto her young figure. Her medium-length brown hair was cut in a shag style, framing her round face and setting off her large eyes and cupid-bow mouth. Her young breasts, although not very large, sat high and firm on her chest. But what interested Blackburn the most was her ass!
As she turned around momentarily to close the door, he was treated to a tantalizing view of her jutting posterior. Her large lush ass cheeks were fitted tightly into a pair of faded jeans that flowed over them like a second skin, clearly outlining the deep crack.
She walked hesitantly over to stand in front of his desk, her dark eyes wide and fearful, not knowing what she had done to be called into his office. She had heard stories from the other young girls as to what Mister Blackburn's punishments entailed, and had been terrified at ever having to come. But now that fearful moment had arrived, and she had no idea why.
"Young lady, I think you know why you are here, so I'm not going to explain it to you again...."
"Sir, I don't-"
"Don't interrupt me!" he snapped angrily at her. "Now then, I am prepared to let you off with a very light punishment for this first transgression of yours, if you will simply apologize for your actions."
"But ... but sir! I don't know what...."
Blackburn rose from his chair and walked around the desk, a malicious smirk on his face. Ellen took a nervous step backwards as he approached her, and then swallowed deeply at the sight of the huge bulge in his crotch. Having spent the majority of her life at the orphanage, the young girl was still a virgin, and frightened by his brutish approach.
"I can see that it will take much more severe measures this first time to make you see the wrong you have done!" He grabbed her roughly by one arm and dragged her across the room to a huge couch against one wall of the office. Ellen was really scared now, and tugged back, fighting him as he pulled her.
"Come, come, my dear," he laughed, pushing her down so that she was leaning over one overstuffed arm of the couch, her feet on the floor, her face pressed down into the seat. "You really must learn to accept the consequences of your actions."
"Please, sir!" she sobbed, her eyes watering. "I don't-"
"Silence!" he shouted, striking down with his open palm to deliver a stinging blow across her up-thrust buttocks, the loud smack of flesh to material filling her ears just as the stinging pain filled her quivering ass. "You will not speak at all from now on until the punishment is complete. For every word you utter I will increase the length of your punishment is that understood?"
Ellen shook her head in a silent yes, the tears now threatening to spill from her clenched eyes. She felt him reach down and stroke her hair gently. "Just stay right there, my dear, and I'll be right with you."
She didn't dare to even move her head to the side to see what he was doing, but could hear the opening and closing of a drawer, and the rasp of what sounded like a zipper. He moved back across the room to her, and she felt a sudden sharp smack on her upper legs, followed rapidly by two more blows. She twisted her head to look back, but the arm of the sofa blocked her view. Again came two quick smacks, and Ellen knew it must be some kind of whip he was using. It stung each time it whistled to a halt on her thighs and buttocks, but it wasn't a terrible pain, so she clenched her teeth tightly together and hoped it would end soon. Blackburn began breathing more heavily as he put his arm into the strokes, delivering the blows to the trembling girl, but seeing Missus Townsend's helpless body in his mind.
Suddenly he tossed the whip aside, and as it clattered to the floor, he grabbed Ellen's hips and pulled upward roughly. "Arch your back, girl, and hold yourself there-and no talking!"
Ellen did as she was ordered, stretching her legs to the floor, having to rise up on her toes to reach it, so that her body was supported only by her toes and head, with her arms lying limp on the sofa cushions. She felt his rough hands slide under her waist to fumble at the belt of her tight-fitting jeans. Oh, God! she thought miserably. He's going to whip me on my bare bottom!
Blackburn grabbed her jeans and panties in both hands and pulled down swiftly, sliding them down her long legs and then off over her shoes. As she was jerked off her feet, Ellen fell with a gasp back onto the arm of the couch. She mashed her groin down into the soft material, keeping her legs pressed tightly together to protect her pussy and asshole from his blows.
"None of that, now," laughed Blackburn evilly. Grasping the insides of her firm young thighs, he pulled her legs apart, getting a full view of the soft down and flushed lips of her cunt, and the inviting puckered opening to her shit chute.
He picked up the whip and the blows resumed, but without the padding that her jeans and panties had afforded her, they were really hurting. Blow after blow whistled down, and Ellen's tears flowed freely, although she almost bit through her tongue trying to hold back her cries for fear of enraging the brutal man even more.
Then, just as she felt she couldn't hold back from screaming out, the blows ceased. She could feel the after burns of pain in her ass cheeks and upper thighs, but the room was silent except for her own sniffling and the quick panting of Mister Blackburn.
His next action made her jump forward more in surprise than pain, and a gasp escaped from her lips, as she felt his hands gliding softly over her ass and legs, then dip down to lightly stroke the lips of her moist pussy for a second. "There, there," he was murmuring quietly. "It's all over now. I think you've learned your lesson. You have learned your lesson, haven't you?"
She shook her head once again in silent agreement, her hopes rising that at last it was over. Blackburn, however, had other plans.
"That's good, I'm glad you agree. Uuuuummm, what a pretty little bottom you have!" He continued to rub her ass, and then Ellen felt another shock when she felt his lips kissing her fully on one ass cheek. He smeared kisses all over her backside, and she actually felt the cool touch of his lips relieve some of the burning pain from the whip. Now, maybe now, she prayed inwardly.
But Blackburn was rapidly losing his control. Grabbing one of her firm thrusting cheeks in each hand, he spread them apart and started licking the sweat-moistened crack, poking his wet tongue-tip right into her tight little asshole. A strange mixture of excitement and revulsion swept through Ellen at his actions. She didn't know what to do, how to react to this strange new situation.
Blackburn spread her legs even farther apart, and kneeling between them he started licking her virgin pussy from behind. It feels fabulous! she thought to herself. All the pain was gone now, forgotten in a rush of new feelings, warm and sexy. A smile started to spread over Ellen's face as she wiggled her ass back up against his hungry face.
But then he stopped his oral assault and backed away from her again, and her smile was replaced by a frown. Things were back to the unknown again, what could he be planning next?
She felt him now with his hands pressing down on top of her ass cheeks as he rose from his kneeling position to stand directly behind her, her legs spread out on either side of him. And then she felt what she had subconsciously known all along would come-his long, hard cock was resting comfortably in the crack of her ass, the animal heat from it radiating into her sensitive skin. Then the final touch of madness, for she could just barely hear him whispering, over and over, "Now Townsend, you bitch, now we'll see who gets fucked!"
Blackburn dug his fingers hard into the firm flesh of Ellen's young hips and pulled back so that his thick cock slid down to rest with the bloated head right at her puckered asshole. Then, with a sudden savage flick forward of his hips, he rammed his cock brutally into her virginal anus.
"OOOOHH! AAARRRGGGHHHH!!" Ellen screamed as her body was slammed forward, trying to shrink away from the hot invader up her butt. His hot cock sank roughly into her backside, in and in, until her sphincter muscle grabbed at it and strained to stop any further entry. He dug his fingers deeper into her flesh, and more pain shot through her, intermingling with the sharp stabs of pain from her stuffed chocolate speedway. He pulled back slightly with his hips, and as she felt the unwelcomed invader trying to pull out, the muscle released its hold. At that instant he reversed direction again and, throwing his weight quickly back forward, rammed in so that her hot inner ass engulfed his straining prick to the balls.
Ellen moaned and grunted and tried to get away from him, but he held the girl there, pinned to the couch with an anusful of cock. Her back was bowed far inward and her hands scratched wildly at the couch in her efforts to drag herself over the arm of the sofa, away from what felt like a flagpole impaling her rectum. Even though he had sunk in all the way to his bloated nuts, Blackburn still pushed forward, mashing her buttocks and splaying them apart as he placed relentless pressure on her shitter, reaming her out.
"Yes, yes...." he whispered, jerking and thrusting, ramming his cock in past the reluctant pressure of her opening, now stretched beyond all previous bounds, rasping tightly around the thick cock reaming in and out. His dry prick scraped painfully at her anal walls, abrading them with dry flesh to dry flesh. But Blackburn didn't even notice his own pain as he fed his weapon of revenge into Missus Townsend.
"Please, Mister Blackburn!" Ellen was sobbing. "Please stop! I won't tell anyone, just ... OW! Oh, please ... STOP!!"
But Blackburn was now totally lost in his revengeful fantasy, oblivious to her words. He looked down at the trembling form beneath him, watching his own cock slashing in and out of the red clasping lips of her ass, and saw only the supple ass of Missus Townsend. His engorged cock filled the hot glove-tight hole completely, and with savage jerks of his hips he reamed her relentlessly, callously. His large hands dug into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks, turning them a bloodless white, and spreading the warm mounds to their fullest limit so he could watch the sawing action.
He pulled his long cock out of her until he could see the burning red crown start to emerge, and then shoved forward again, sinking it into the violated channel once more to the very hilt, cramming his balls into the soft, furry down of her cunt.
Then suddenly his release was upon him, and he started to spew his white-hot load deep into her teenage ass, flooding her bowels with a burning rush of cum juice. His cock jerked and spat, spurting up into her widely-stretched asshole with gobs of thick cum.
As the last drops oozed from his satiated prick, Blackburn ran the back of one arm over his sweat-soaked brow, then pulled his cock out with a slurping sound, his juices overflowing the raw hole to slide thickly down her trembling thighs.
He felt weak, tired and spent, and staggered across the room to collapse into his chair. Reaching down, he wiped off his cock with a handkerchief, wincing at the pain from his slightly-abraded flesh, and then gently stuffed his limp prick back into his pants and zipped up.
Ellen still lay across the arm of the sofa, her naked ass high in the air, his sticky semen drying on her skin. Small sobs echoed in the silent room, and Blackburn could see wet stains on the fabric under her face from her tears.
At first he still saw the pain-wracked image of Missus Townsend, and he chortled quietly to himself in triumph. But as he fell into his chair and slowly regained his composure, reality broke through his daydream. Looking back across the room, he saw only the sobbing face of a young girl, streaked with tears. He had screwed many young women who had passed through his institution over the years, but never before so brutally. His anger and resentment over the hold Missus Townsend had on him grew even more powerful as he realized what he had been driven to.
He opened one of the lower drawers of his desk and pulled out a dark bottle, and proceeded to get totally smashed.
CHAPTER THREE
When Missus Townsend arrived back at her mansion, she instructed her chauffeur to have the live-in household staff assemble in the library. She went there herself and immediately poured a large brandy from the bar, then sat down in one of the huge overstuffed chairs in the room and observed her staff filing in.
The first to arrive was the pretty blonde Swedish maid, Helga. She was dressed in the work outfit that Missus Townsend had all of her maids wear-a black one-piece dress cut low in the bosom, with an almost nonexistent skirt. Missus Townsend had always been amused by old cartoons with "naughty French maids" in revealing tiny uniforms, and had decided to bring that to life in her own home.
Helga was a tall young woman with huge breasts and a slender figure. Missus Townsend had hired her on the spot when she saw that body. The tight black dress pushed in on her tits so that the milk-white flesh was straining at the fabric, threatening to burst free at any second. The tops of her tightly-packed boobs jiggled delightfully as she walked, and her long nipples were easily seen as they out-lined themselves in the thin black fabric.
Helga's height came mainly from long, well-formed legs, and the tiny black skirt barely covered her big round ass when she stood straight. When she bent over even slightly, the sight of her white-lace panties stretched tightly over her firm ass cheeks was a lusty vision.
Missus Townsend smiled at Helga as the pretty Nordic girl came in and took a chair. Neither said a word while waiting for the others, but Missus Townsend enjoyed watching the massive breasts rising and falling as her maid breathed slowly.
Then the second maid entered the room, taking the seat next to Helga. Missus Townsend had hired Nanette as a direct complement to the full-bodied Helga. Nanette was French, and where Helga was built large and fair-skinned, Nanette was petite and dark. Her small round breasts were also prominently thrust outward by her low-cut top, but being smaller they had room to roam around in sexy liquid movements. When Nanette leaned for ward, one or both of her small firm titties would often pop out of the top of her dress. If Missus Townsend was nearby when this occurred, it usually ended up in her mouth, for the small woman was her favorite female partner.
Nanette stood barely five feet tall, but packed it all well with a soft, tight ass and perfectly-formed thighs and legs. She kept her hair cut short so that it billowed in soft small curls around her head. She had huge blue eyes that always seemed to shine, and a cupid-bow mouth that she was continually licking with light strokes of her pink tongue. Nanette lived up to the French reputation for sex, and was especially adept at lesbian games with Missus Townsend, as well as Helga.
After the two maids were seated, two men entered at the same time. One was a middle-aged man with iron-gray hair, a handsome face free of lines except for smile wrinkles around his pale blue eyes, and a tall, muscular body. At the moment he was dressed in his chauffeur's uniform, although he also served as the chef at the mansion, and often served as Missus Townsend's lover. His name was Byron Browning and, although he had originally been just the chef, had become indispensible to Missus Townsend after she discovered he could handle himself quite well with a prodigious ten-inch cock.
The second man was slightly hidden behind Browning as they entered the room. This was Marvin Hathaway, a small, shrewd-looking young man of thirty with wire-rimmed glasses and a dark beard covering half his face.
Marvin's position was rather unique at the mansion. Some years before, when Missus Townsend had acquired the entire place for herself, she had been introduced to Marvin at a party. The two soon found out they had much in common. Missus Townsend was just beginning to explore all the sensual delights of the world, whereas Marvin was also interested in exploring sexuality, but in addition wanted to record it all on film.
What resulted from that meeting was a combination of her wealth and his talents into a production team that had turned out several innovative porn films every year. Marvin was one of the most talented porn-filmmakers ever to hold a camera in his hand. He was virtually a one-man crew, an expert on lighting, sound, filming, editing-the entire process. Missus Townsend had set him up in the mansion and put her money behind his ideas, on the condition that she could indulge some of her own pet fantasies as well.
He gave her a big grin and a wave as he .entered and dropped into the last seat, waiting with the others for her to speak first.
"I have very good news for you," Missus Townsend began, holding her hands-together in her lap. "You have probably all noticed the young man who has been doing the gardening around the mansion the past three weekends.
His name is Eric, one of the ... shall we say inmates at the orphanage. I've become quite attached to the young man these past few weeks, and I've taken the necessary steps to make him my ward."
She leaned back in her chair happily. "He will be moving into the house tomorrow, and I want all of you to treat him as if he were my own son. He will have the same authority as I do, and you are to follow any and all of his instructions."
Marvin's face screwed up in a frown. "Why do you want to bring a complete stranger in here, and a kid at that?" he asked. "I know we've used a lot of the older orphans in some of our films, but you've never brought one in to stay. Won't that kind of fuck up this setup?"
"Not at all, Marvin," she grinned, amused by his reaction. Marvin was always looking over his shoulder for the law, although she had always made sure that everything they did was perfectly aboveboard. The films were made on private property with her permission, none of the performers was ever under eighteen years old, and all signed consent forms. She had to admit that, although she couldn't stand Blackburn personally, he had a knack for picking the right young people at his orphanage to help in her films-all had been more than eager to get involved. That eager young freshness was caught by Marvin's camera, and had resulted in their films having wide popularity.
"I have great plans for Eric, and those plans involve all of us and our film projects. You see, I've sampled the goods, so to speak, and Eric is destined for stardom."
"You mean he is a good fuck, yes?" Nanette said with a giggle.
"Yes, sweet one. He is a very good fuck indeed, and both you and Helga will have ample opportunity to learn for yourselves! That young man's cock is a hard and beautiful nine-and-a-half inches long, and he has more staying power than I've ever seen before!"
She looked over to Browning sitting erect in his chair. "You'd better watch it, too, Byron. I don't think he's reached his limit yet, and may even top your beautiful ten inches!"
Browning laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. "Probably will, ma'am. When I was just a lad of eighteen, I only had a paltry seven inches. Once I started fucking regularly, my prick grew another three inches!"
Helga leaned over and quickly squeezed his groin through his uniform pants, resulting in a second or two of playful groping between the two.
"All right, break it up!" Missus Townsend said after the laughter had died down. "Eric will be arriving in the morning, and I want his initiation into our friendly household to begin immediately. Nanette, you will show him to his room and then offer to bathe him in the Japanese bath upstairs. Don't let him refuse. Once you get him there, I think your special-ah-talents will interest him!"
Nanette giggled and unconsciously squirmed about in her seat. "Yes, ma'am. I will make Master Eric very happy!"
"I'm sure you will, Nanette." She turned now to face the tall blonde woman. "Helga, wait for Eric to finish his bath, then ask him to help you move some piece of furniture in the attic. That old clothes bureau will do, since it's right across from our super-bed for the films. He will probably be curious about all the stuff we have up there, and I'm counting on you to demonstrate things for him."
"Yes. ma'am," the beautiful blonde replied. "I've seen him these past few weeks, stripped to the waist on the grounds while working. I will make Eric love both that bed and me!"
"Good. And Marvin, I want you to give Eric a showing of some of our finer epics in the evening in the basement screening room. I think that short that Byron and I made by the pool last summer will do fine!"
She glanced at the handsome man, whose face split into a wide grin as memories of that torrid film session came back to him. "Avery good choice, ma'am," he said solemnly, although his eyes twinkled with lust.
"And Marvin, I want you to jerk-off while you're watching the film, and urge him to do the same. I want to make sure he won't be shy about sex around men. I know he can fuck like a demon, but I don't know how he'd do with an audience."
"Helga and I could help, too!" volunteered Nanette, raising one hand as though in a classroom.
"Good idea," smiled Missus Townsend, her attention caught for a moment by the motion of the small woman's breasts as her up-raised arm pulled up on her torso.
"But at bedtime, you are all to find something to do elsewhere. He is mine for the night-all night!"
She settled back once more in the chair and gestured toward the door. "All right, you can all leave now and get back to your work. Helga, see that the upstairs guest room is made ready for Eric. That will be his bedroom from now on. Nanette, would you remain behind for a moment?"
The two men and Helga left the library and closed the door behind them quietly. Missus Townsend looked at Helga from under her heavy lashes, her eyes giving a silent command the small maid knew well.
Nanette quickly shrugged out of her tiny maid's uniform and sank to her knees in front of Missus Townsend's chair. Her small hands drew Missus Townsend's dress up to her hips, and she gently parted the smooth tanned thighs. Missus Townsend had already removed her panties, ready for action.
"Aaah, my sweet Nanette," sighed Missus Townsend as she squirmed her ass forward on the chair, moving her groin to the edge of the seat and sinking her shoulders comfortably into the plush padding of the back. "You al ways know how to please me."
"That is because what pleases you, pleases me, mistress!"
Lowering her mouth to just about an inch over the flaring hairs of her mistress's cunt, Nanette blew long, gentle warm breaths of air onto it. Then sliding her fingers along the flushed outer lips, she spread them open, presenting the wet pink slit fully to her own pouting mouth. She leaned forward and gave her a full, wet juicy kiss on her cunt, sliding up and sucking on her clit for a second or two before removing her mouth.
Missus Townsend's voice was husky with lust as she moaned, "Suck it, Nanette! Now! Don't waste any time with foreplay-I'm so hot now that I can barely stand it!"
Nanette didn't have to be told twice. She went down on the wanton widow with gusto, her mouth glued to the pulsating twat-flesh, her long tongue probing up deeply inside the slit, flicking in and out like a pink snake and laving the hole with saliva.
Moving her head back and forth slightly, she jabbed the tip of her tongue at Missus Townsend's straining clitoris, then plunged it back inside of the burning hole, while spreading her mouth open wide so that her lips kept up the pressure on the erect nubbin of flesh. She screwed her tongue around inside the excited woman in a circular, swirling motion, tasting her juicy flesh. Missus Townsend shoved her hips upward, filling Nanette's mouth and nose with the taste and sweet smell of her passion-hungry snatch.
With this shift in position on the chair, Nanette found she was now able to slide one long index finger down the moist channel between Missus Townsend's cunt and asshole, where she slipped it suddenly into the hot little puckered bunghole.
"Oh, God!" shouted Missus Townsend at this sudden unexpected pressure. The dual assault of finger and tongue on her ass and pussy was driving her crazy with lustful pleasure. She tried to grind her anus down onto the invading digit, while also pushing up to get still more of the squirming, lapping tongue into her hot and greasy cunt. She could hear the muffled grunts and groans coming from Nanette's educated mouth as she slobbered happily at her cunt. She was so close to an orgasm that she couldn't believe how quickly the maid had turned her on and brought her to a climactic brink.
Nanette could feel the tension in her mistress's body, the familiar tightening of muscles that she knew signalled the impending orgasm. At the same time the hot cunt she was eating out started flowing more heavily with sex juices, filling her mouth. She started a fucking rhythm with her tongue against the blood-engorged clit, then back down into the dripping love-channel, rubbing her head back and forth, staying in the flaming split.
Faster and faster she moved, her finger keeping up the same rhythm deep inside the woman's tightly-squeezing asshole. She felt the wild twitching start in Missus Townsend's body, her stomach heaving and her whole body bouncing about as she ground her flushed cunt into the small woman's mouth and face.
"Uuuuummmmmm," sighed Nanette, drinking in the thick juices, sucking hard on the hot flesh between her lips, and Missus Townsend answered her with an even louder groan. They were both now whining and moaning, straining to reach the ultimate sexual peak, when suddenly Missus Townsend roughly pushed on Nanette's shoulders, breaking the delicious connection of mouth and cunt, and causing the young maid to lose her balance. She tottered back on her heels, her finger popping lewdly from the widow's moist anus, then fell back with a thud onto her own naked ass, her mouth glistening and her face smeared with the pussy juice of her mistress.
"Mistress!" she cried out in surprise. "What have I...?"
But Missus Townsend was busy tearing at her own clothing, literally ripping it off her body. Nanette could see the other woman's legs trembling uncontrollably, her pussy flushed a brilliant red and the clit erect and pulsing. She was only seconds away from orgasm.
"Fuck! I want to FUCK!" Missus Townsend was crying, her eyes burning brightly as she flung away the last shreds of her clothing.
She came quickly to her feet to stand towering over the young maid at her feet. Nanette looked up to see the magnificent breasts rising and falling rapidly in time to her almost maniacal breathing, her entire lush body shining with a sheen of aroused perspiration.
She fell to her knees between Nanette's wide-spread legs and thrust one hand deep into the maid's furry little snatch, digging her fingers into the moist channel there, pinching and rubbing her clitoris to a throbbing erection that matched her own. All this time she was mumbling under her breath, "Fuck! Fuck your little pussy!"
Nanette slipped down to lie back on the thick Oriental carpet, letting herself enjoy the attentions of her mistress at her cunt. This had happened before, and she happily awaited the next move.
After only a moment, Missus Townsend had Nanette writhing with pleasure, her pussy burning, clit throbbing huge. The older woman shifted around over the luscious body below her, mounting the French woman just as Eric had mounted her on the table that same day. She mashed her boobs into the girl's, her large mounds of flesh flowing over the smaller woman's breasts, their nipples engaged in an erotic fencing match as they squirmed and wiggled around on each other.
"Oh, mistress! Mistress!" Nanette sighed happily just before Missus Townsend mashed her mouth down onto the maid's pouty lips, tasting her own pussy juice there as well as the hot saliva of her servant. Holding onto the woman's shoulders for support, she ground her fiery cunt down onto Nanette's twat, rubbing her clit over the maid's inflamed knob.
Nanette raised her slender legs and curled them up over the older woman's hips, rolling her crotch up higher so that better contact could be made with their clits. They thrust at one another, one hard up and the other fiercely down, then ground their pussies together, the crimson lips of their cunts exchanging deep lustful lesbian kisses.
With a sudden spasm of her whole body, Missus Townsend threw back her head and screamed up at the ceiling, "Uh, uh, UH! OHHHH! Oh, baby-yeah! Fuck me with your hot little clit! Shove it ... uh ... AAAHHHHH! I'M COMING! Oh, yeah!!! YEAH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
The two lustful women were locked together now, arms tight around one another's body as Nanette's own climax burst forth from the depths of her lust-charged twat.
They ground spasmodically into each other as they both peaked, their asses going tight and their twats slamming together hard, a juicy mass of swollen flushed woman-meat. Nanette gripped Missus Townsend's ass cheeks firmly in both hands, holding her tightly down as a mutual shudder rippled over the lengths of their taut and sweating bodies as they both crested in soul-searing climax.
Missus Townsend held herself up with her arms stiff, staring down into the beautiful face of her maid, basking in the afterglow of their frenzied love-making. Their pussies were still locked together in a throbbing kiss.
"Now if Eric just has as much fun, I don't think there'll be any problems," she gasped.
Nanette laughed happily, squirming under her mistress so as to brush their clits together again, and stroking over her ass cheeks with an insistent pressure.
"Maybe we should practice once more, no?" she asked happily.
CHAPTER FOUR
Eric had packed the few personal belongings that he would take with him to Missus Townsend's mansion in the morning, and decided to take a walk around the grounds of the orphanage in the twilight. He was feeling just great because of the wonderful luck that had come his way so suddenly. It wasn't every orphan who lost his virginity to a beautiful woman and then was made a ward to her the same day! He didn't think that would go down too well with the state adoption board, so he knew she must have been able to pull some strings to bring it all about so quickly.
He walked past the last of the buildings and headed for the small but dense forested area at the rear of the grounds. He had often spent long hours in these woods, away from the boredom and frustrations of the orphanage, alone with his thoughts.
When he had been thirteen he had discovered a copy of a porn magazine one of the older boys had hidden away, and had run with it to hide in this same grove of trees. He had been fascinated by the pictures and stories, and had masturbated for the first time that day. He had returned there often over the years to do just that, his only release with the ever-watchful eyes of his guardians on him at all other times. He decided to indulge in this tradition one last time before leaving, although this time he'd have a more realistic basis for his fantasies!
He found a soft spot of green grass beneath the dark trees and lay down, his back against the smooth trunk, rubbed smooth from years of his laying in that same spot, dreaming his erotic dreams. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled out his limp prick. Closing his eyes, he brought forward to his mind memories of his fucking Missus Townsend.
Thinking about her big firm ass, her round, heavy tits and her curly black bush around her hot pink slot got his prick quickly hardened, and he began the familiar and pleasurable stroking motions of jacking-off.
But before he had been beating-off for very long, he heard someone else enter the woods. He hurriedly tried to stuff his now iron-hard cock back into his pants, wincing at the pain as he tried to get the huge shaft of meat hidden away quickly. He stood up just as a small form came around the tree and bumped into him in the dim light.
"Oh!" a female voice gasped in surprise and fear.
"Ellen!" Eric said as he recognized the pretty girl in the gloom. She started to back away from him, and he reached out to grab her arm. "Hey, easy, Ellen! It's me, Eric! Don't be scared!"
"Oh, God, Eric! Hold me, please!" she cried, suddenly throwing herself into his surprised arms, hugging him tightly, her face pressed to his chest. Eric put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her close to him, thrilled at the feel of her soft, warm body pressed so near to his. He had always had something of a crush on the pretty girl since she had first arrived at the orphanage, and it felt good to hold her. Then he felt a dampness on his chest as Ellen's tears soaked his shirt, and she sobbed quietly in his arms.
"Hey! What's the matter, Ellen?" he asked with real concern.
"It's that hateful, horrible Mister Blackburn! " she sobbed, her face still pressed tightly to his chest.
"What did he do, Ellen?"
"Oh, it's so horrible!" she sobbed. "He ... he called me into his office and said that I had to be ... had to be punished-but he never told my why! I hadn't done anything wrong! He just wanted me to play his sick games with him!"
She raised her head to look up at him, her eyes wet and bright with tears. "I ran out here to get away from everyone, but ... but I'm glad you were here, Eric." She dropped her eyes again. "I ... I like you a lot, Eric."
"Poor Ellen," Eric said softly, stroking her hair and hugging her firm body close. "I've never told anyone, but I've-well-I've thought I loved you since I first saw you."
Ellen looked back up at him with her big wet eyes, and Eric felt his heart doing flips. "You do? Oh, Eric!" she cried.
Suddenly they were kissing one another hotly and passionately. Their tongues intertwined and licked wetly in each other's mouth. Their young bodies mashed hard against one another as they hugged. Ellen could feel Eric's long hard cock push thrillingly against her groin and she moved her body slightly, unconsciously, so that his whang prodded her directly into her juicing cunt. She pressed up harder against Eric and mashed her firm fleshy young tits into his chest. Her arms moved up to circle his neck and pulled him down harder to her lips.
They finally broke their long, wet kiss with a liquid sucking sound, then gazed longingly into each other's eyes, smiling.
Suddenly Ellen frowned as once again the memory of Blackburn's attack intruded on the moment.
"What did that bastard Blackburn do to you?" Eric asked.
"He ... he did something bad, Eric. He ... it was a bad thing to do with someone you don't love."
"He raped you!" Eric said, shocked.
"Sort of," she half-cried, terrified of admitting the truth, but wanting to tell him everything. "But it wasn't in my ... my-uh-pussy. It was worse-and it hurt so bad!"
Eric's face screwed up as it suddenly dawned on him what had happened. "You mean he screwed you in the ass?" he whispered in shock.
Ellen could only nod her head, then sob into his chest again. "Oh, I hate him! I've ... I've wanted to make love for so long-but not with him! And not like that!"
She suddenly pulled her head back up again and clasped Eric's face in both her hands. "Oh, Eric, make love to me! Please! Help me to forget about what he did! I'm still a virgin, but I know you'll be gentle, the way sex is supposed to be. I love you, Eric!"
Eric smiled and kissed her gently, barely brushing her trembling lips. "I want to make love with you, too. And I'll get Blackburn for you-for us, one of these days. Not now, because he can make it too hard on you while I'm gone."
"Gone!" she cried in dismay. "Oh, no! You can't leave-not now that we've finally found each other after all these years!"
"I have to, Ellen. This may be the only chance I get to cut away from here and make a good life for myself. When I get some money I promise that I'll come back and get you, Ellen. I really do love you. We'll go far away and make a good life for ourselves. I promise!"
"I believe in you, Eric. It will be hard having you leave now, but I can wait. But leave me something to remember, Eric. Make love to me!"
Eric kissed her again, more fiercely this time. She returned his oral caress, again boldly thrusting her wet tongue deeply into his mouth. Eric slid one hand up under her sweater to cup one quivering breast, and he could feel the rapid beating of her heart beneath the mound of silky tit-flesh.
Pulling back from their kiss, he helped her to pull the bulky sweater off, and her young breasts bounced free, the nipples distended like bullets in an erotic display of youthful lust. He bent over and sucked gently on each one, kneading the white flesh with his hands. Ellen moaned softly, holding his head to her bosom as he licked and sucked her tits.
"Take off your shirt, Eric," she whispered into his ear, licking the lobe wetly. "I want to feel your bare chest against mine."
Eric quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head, and Ellen reached out to touch the smooth skin of his bare chest, tracing the clearly defined pectoral muscles. She delighted in the feel of his male nipples, two hard little knobs. Eric was now breathing hard, too, the gentle caresses of this beautiful young virgin as much of a turn-on as the insistent erotic strokes of Missus Townsend.
Ellen moved back into his arms, mashing her teenage breasts into him, and Eric could feel the hard and aroused nipples digging into his flesh like miniature spears. They dabbed at each other with their tongues, wrapping them around one another, licking at each other's face, then suddenly shifting back to mash their mouths together again. Ellen rubbed her hands up and down his back, feeling the molding of young muscles, firm and powerful, under her palms.
Then her hands snaked between their bodies, and she quickly undid his belt buckle, pulling down the fly with a rasping metallic sound.
"Oooh, yeah," Eric sighed as his fully-erect cock finally was able to spring from its tight confinement like a crowbar, and she wrapped her cool fingers around the hot meat-shaft.
She looked down between them to see the first male erection of her life, her hands exploring the length, the fat crown. She held his large balls and squeezed them gently, then began to slowly stroke her hand up and down the entire length.
"You're beautiful, Eric," she whispered between kisses, thrilled at the feel of his man hood captured in her hands.
This slow pacing to their foreplay had a shocking effect on the inexperienced young man. He could feel his knees buckling and the muscles of his stomach jerked every time Ellen's hand ran to the crown of his cock, then moved slowly back down the thick shaft.
Eric slipped a hand along one of her thighs, sliding it up under her skirt, to lightly press at the silken mound under her panties.
"We've gotta get out of these clothes soon, or I'm gonna go crazy!" he half-laughed, half-whispered into her kisses.
Ellen lay back on the soft green grass and, raising her hips, helped him to pull off both her skirt and panties, then kicked off her sandals. Eric squatted at her feet after pulling off the garments, and looked up at her body, his gaze focusing on the pink lips of her virginal pussy peeking out shyly from her sparsely-furred groin. In the half-light of twilight, a pearly glistening sparkled there with her womanly moistness.
"You're so beautiful," he sighed.
Ellen smiled warmly, but her gaze remained locked on his giant prick, waving about in the air as it thrust out boldly from his loins. She felt a slight touch of fear that such a huge slab of male meat would ever fit into her, that it would hurt her, but she forced the feeling from her mind. This is Eric, not Mister Blackburn, she reminded herself. He just couldn't hurt me!
"Please, Eric, let's not rush!" she smiled. "Let's not make love right away!"
Eric had pulled off the last of his own clothes, and now knelt totally naked at her knees, his cockhead an angry purple color of lust. "What?! Baby, I thought you wanted to-I'm about to burst!"
"I do want to," she laughed, "more than you could know. I just don't want it all to be over too soon."
Eric grasped his cock with one hand and looked longingly at her inviting cunt, feeling the blood coursing through his prick. Then he had an idea.
"We can still make love," he grinned. "We just won't fuck for a while is all!"
Ellen flushed at the words, but then realized that was exactly what she was going to do, fuck him, and she laughed, too.
Moving around to her side, Eric lay down in the grass on his own side, facing her feet. His cock was now only inches away from her face, while he could swear he could smell the sweet musk of her aroused cunt. "Turn on your side to face me, Ellen," he ordered, reaching for her legs to help her roll toward him. He could feel the hot breath from her nostrils brush his prick as she moved, and it gave an involuntary jerk that brought a giggle from Ellen. Raising one of his legs, he slid the other under her head, so that she could lay it on his thigh like a pillow. Ellen clasped his staff with both hands, the searing touch causing it to jerk and pulse excitedly. She needed no further prompting from Eric on what to do.
With only the outside of her wet lips she kissed all over his velvety, ballooning dickhead, making it glisten with her saliva. Then he felt her tongue dart out between her lips and, with long circling motions, work its way all over the huge knob, from the slitted end to the heavy ridge at its base.
Then his eyes widened with delight at both the sight and feel as she suddenly stretched her mouth wide open and, moving her face forward, let three inches of his cock sink into her voracious mouth. She clasped her lips tightly around it, then pulled her head back, dragging her lips in an O around the throbbing shaft. She could feel the heat and power of it through her lips, and she stabbed at the huge head in her mouth with her tongue.
Moving his own head toward her waiting cunt, he saw the shiny red lips sparkling, spread open like the petals of a rose, and was surprised to see her clit extended almost a full inch! It throbbed visibly with each rapid beat of her heart, like a live wire surging with electrical pulses. Eric spread his mouth open and lunged forward, sucking in a big mouthful of her blood-engorged twat.
Her pussy radiated a clean yet musky smell, the powerful aroma of sexual arousal. Ellen sighed loudly around the hot cock stuffed into her mouth, and spread her legs farther apart, pushing forward with her groin to bury his face in her sweet and tender young cunt-meat.
Eric happily nuzzled the chestnut-pelted pussy, licking and digging with his tongue into the narrow crack of her virginal quish, up and down rapidly and then plunging it into the tight hole.
Ellen was grinding and squirming with all her might, shoving her snatch hard into his face, trying to suck him into her. At the same time she was sucking and licking hungrily on his throbbing dork, thrilling at the taste of his maleness. Her hands rubbed up and down the thick shaft, now greasy with her saliva, and Eric felt himself only seconds away from coming. He would have loved nothing more than to have rammed his hips forward, burying his massive cock deep into her mouth and filling her stomach with his sticky jism, but knew that he had to save himself for other delights.
He pulled his cock out of her tightly-clasping lips, and she moaned softly in disappointment and moved her head after it, trying to recapture the fat crown again, but he only backed his hips still farther away from her lips. Raising his head, his mouth dripping with pussy nectar, he told her, "Let me cool down for a few seconds, or I'm gonna pop my balls right now!"
After another minute of working over her clitty, while Ellen lay contentedly with her head on his thigh, lightly stroking his balls and thrilling to his oral caresses, he wiggled his hips to show he was again ready for her. With a wel come sigh, Ellen grabbed his bloated cock and sucked the heaving rod back deep into her mouth.
Eric moved his right hand onto her pussy, slipping his middle finger as far as he could into the tightly-clasping hole. With a twisting motion he worked a second finger into her virginal slot, and began twisting them about, massaging the greasy lining of her cunt while bringing his mouth down on her distended clit, sucking on it hard.
It only took a few seconds of this to set Ellen off. The skin on her belly rippled and jerked spasmodically, and she hunched her groin up hard against his face and hand, her pussy clasping at his fingers and her clit vibrating between his lips. Eric almost lost control again himself from the sudden vibrations around his cock as she cried out, his prick still trapped in her mouth.
"I'm ... I'm coming!! Oh, Eric!! It's so good!! So g-gooodddDDDDD!!!"
He jerked his cock out of her mouth with a loud slurping noise, the piss-slit already oozing a heavy flow of semen. Ellen cried out in a mixture of orgasmic pleasure and disappointment that she had again lost his cock, and reached out for it, grasping hard with both hands to pull his hot prick back to her mouth. The sudden shock of her fingers gripping him hard, then pulling and pumping on his cock caused the first blast of his cum to barrel out of his cock and splash onto her face, trickling into her waiting mouth in a sticky trickle. She licked at it hungrily, tasting the sour-sweetness of his manseed.
"Stop!" he cried out, pushing himself away from her grasp to lie back on his elbows, concentrating fiercely on his cock, refusing to allow the final release to occur now. His blazing shaft jerked once again, sending another hot glob of jism into the air to splash on Ellen's shoulder, and then only a small oozing trickle at the head. He had actually succeeded in halting his own orgasm!
Eric's entire body was visibly trembling with the effort of stemming the tide within him, and he quickly scurried around to kneel between her wide-spread thighs. Leaning forward on one elbow, he held his greasy cock at her pussy lips and lowered his hips.
"OH!" she cried out, biting her lower lip as he slowly spread her twat-hole with his fat cock-crown. "It hurts, Eric! But such a good hurt! Fuck me, dearest! Love me with your beautiful cock-let me have all of you!"
She was gasping now, shaking her ass around, wrapping her long legs around his buttocks and holding on. Her heart pounded as Eric's steel-hard prick lodged against the thin membrane of her maidenhead. Then the two cried out in mutual triumph as suddenly, with one quick thrust, his straining prick burst through this final barrier, and she was no longer a virgin.
"Arrgh!" Ellen cried as a little stab of pain shot through her body. But it didn't matter, because now she was a woman, and could feel his monstrous man-cock sliding deep inside her, and it felt better than anything she had ever experienced in her life. She could hardly believe the overwhelming thrills that vibrated through her as Eric pounded fiercely into her seething twat, his long-fought-against orgasm finally bursting through.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!" he sighed loudly. "Ellen! I love you!"
Great convulsions wracked him and his prick jerked about wildly in released passions, jetting stream after stream of white-hot cum deep into the welcoming recesses of the wanton teenager beneath him.
Ellen pulled him down hard against her breasts, her twin protruding nipples pushing into his hairless chest just as his wildly-spewing cock was deep into her body. She rolled from side to side under him, jerking and undulating in passion.
"I'm coming again, Eric!" she yelled. "Again! AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"
Eric gave one last tremendous shove with his cock, almost lifting her butt off the ground, as he exploded with one final searing gob of sperm.
When it was over, and they lay in each other's arms, kissing all over their flushed faces, muttering words with no meanings, only little sounds that carried comfort and caring.
All in all, Eric thought happily, this turned out to be quite a day.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Eric was sad to be leaving Ellen behind after such a loving night, but he also couldn't help but be excited and awed as the limousine pulled up in front of the mansion. This was going to be his new home!
Mister Browning took him to the front door where Nanette waited, then returned to the car for his bags. Eric couldn't help but stare at the gorgeous woman, her sensual little form dressed up in her erotic outfit. He had seen none of the other help the last three weeks, and she was something of a pleasant surprise.
Little Nanette looked up at him with her dark liquid eyes and said, "Missus Townsend will not be able to see you until this evening, Master Eric, but I will show you to your room and draw a bath for you. And may I say welcome to the mansion on behalf of all the help-I think you will really enjoy living here."
Eric wasn't sure, but he could have sworn she gave him a quick wink before turning into the house, saying over her shoulder, "Follow me, please, Master Eric. You'll find that Missus Townsend has also supplied you with a new wardrobe, which you'll find in your dressing room."
Eric followed the bewitching little maid into the large foyer and up the long winding staircase. He couldn't make up his mind whether to look at the house and all its lush furnishings, or to watch her delicious form ascending the stairs ahead of him. Finally his libido won out, and he found himself getting a hard-on at the sight of her tiny, almost-transparent panties, showing beneath her tiny skirt. Her firm round ass cheeks bulged out from the high-cut panties, and bounced seductively every time she stepped up on the staircase. His cock swelled and felt painfully tight in his confining jeans.
He was awed by his new room. At the dorm he had lived in, he had shared one room with four other guys for his entire life. This new room was almost as large as three of his old ones together. A large oaken bed with an intricately-carved headboard dominated the room, which was also spread with other plush chairs, a large writing table, and a wall of inlaid cabinets. Nanette opened these and he stood in open-mouthed amazement at the wealth of stereo and video equipment stored behind them. He crossed the plushly-carpeted room and was inspecting the adjoining dressing-and bathrooms when Mister Browning deposited his few bags in the room and left. Nanette turned to him with a wide smile, hands behind her back as though she was subtlely thrusting her body toward him. Eric shook his head-something about this place made him think of everything in terms of sex!
"Please now, Master Eric. If you would undress in the dressing room, you'll find a robe for you there. You have, as you have already seen, your own private bath. But Missus Townsend thought you might enjoy the Japanese Tub your first day here."
"What's a Japanese Tub?" he asked curiously.
"It is a deep tub that allows for maximum relaxation and enjoyment. My mistress had a special room constructed on this floor for one."
"Why not?" he grinned, and stepped into the dressing room, sliding the door shut that led into the bedroom where Nanette stood. As soon as the door slid shut, she hugged herself and spun quickly around, suppressing her joyful laugh. He was beautiful! She was truly going to enjoy this.
He re-entered the room moments later, clad in a silk robe with wide sleeves that ended at his elbows. Eric had lost his initial boner, and was looking forward to what sounded like an interesting new experience. Baths had been rare at the orphanage, just the shower room with its continually-malfunctioning warm water taps.
"This way, please," she gestured and led him into the hallway, then entered a door half-way down it. He followed her into a room which reminded him of a Japanese pagoda he'd once seen in a book. The walls had been covered with paper panels with delicate paintings of birds and gardens, and the floor was made up of slender slats of a light wood. Most of the center of the room was taken up with a huge tub, sunken into the floor. He realized now that it must extend into some room below, and wondered at the expense of putting in such a luxury.
"If you will remove your robe, Master Eric," Nanette smiled at him, "I will hang it up while you enter the bath."
"Uh, you mean now!" he asked, slightly embarrassed at the thought of being seen nude by the pretty little maid.
"Yes, sir," she smiled, holding out one hand for the robe.
He looked at her, then figured, "What the hell," and, hoping he wouldn't blush, slipped off the silk robe and handed it to her. Then he stepped quickly down into the warm waters of the tub.
Nanette took the robe and turned to hang it over a wardrobe rack, but not before giving his long, semi-erect cock a longing glance.
"Hey, this is great!" he said as the water came up to his chest. "It's just like a miniature swimming pool. Where's the soap?"
Nanette walked over to the edge of the tub and stood above him, her legs spread enough so that he could not help but feast his young lusty eyes on her barely-covered pubic mound. The dark hairs swirled around the thin cloth of her panties, and he could clearly make out the out-lined lips of her twat. He suddenly forgot about the soap as his cock slowly sprang up into full erection under the warm water.
"I will bring the soap and a wash towel to wash you with, sir," Nanette said. Eric watched her go to a delicate-looking Oriental chest in one comer of the room and take out a small bar of soap and a fluffy towel. She walked back to the steps leading down into the tub, and Eric watched in stunned amazement as she quickly shimmied out of her tiny uniform and began to step down into the bath with him!
"Wh ... what are you doing?" Eric gulped weakly as he watched her descend slowly into the warm water. Her small black fur triangle disappeared beneath the surface, and the water slid up her slightly-swelling tummy, then lapped at the bottoms of her small, perfectly-round breasts. The large dark nipples were swelling and lengthening as he watched, even as he felt his cock swell and lengthen.
Then the water was to her shoulders and she moved gracefully across the tub to stand in front of him, her dark eyes shining. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but was thankful that she was so much shorter than he, so that the water managed to cover her and save him from wondering where to rest his embarrassed gaze, as well as concealing his own now-full erection.
But Nanette walked right up to him, seemingly oblivious to the reaction she was causing, her face open and innocent-although there was still that glint in her big eyes! Eric backed up in the tub until he was pressed up against the side.
"Is something wrong, Master Eric?" she asked, stopping only inches away from him.
"I-uh-this is kind of embarrassing!"
"You mean my being naked in here with you?" she asked coyly, brushing one hand over her exposed shoulders.
"Well-uh-yeah, actually!" he stuttered. "I mean, I hardly know you at all...."
Her grin widened and she laughed softly, then lowered her head to look up at him meekly from under dark lashes. The effect on Eric was devastating. He felt his cock swish and jerk about, and knew it was probably only an inch away from striking her belly below the water.
"This is the way it is done in Japan, Master Eric. The girl who works in the bath-house serves the male customer by joining him in the bath to cleanse him."
She began working up a lather in her hands with the soap and washcloth, taking the last step to move up next to him. "First I will wash you, and then you can wash me if you would like. There is no sense in wasting all this bath water while we are both in here, yes?"
She reached out to stroke his shoulders and upper torso, leaving trails of glistening bubbles across his skin, and filling his nostrils with the light perfume of the soap. She reached out her other hand and kneaded both of his shoulder muscles.
"Relax, beautiful master," she smiled. "You feel as stiff as a board!" She moved in closer to him, pressing her body tightly against his, and felt his tremendous cock mash into her stomach, the fat ball-sac nestling into her furry mound.
"Oh, yes, stiff all over!" she sighed.
Then all pretense at bathing was dropped as Nanette mashed her full lips to his, dragging his head down with her hands, and started beating her groin against the stiff steel rod of his prick. Eric threw his arms around her and returned the passionate embrace, loving the feel of the warm water, her warm lips and her hot little body.
The long length of his cock slipped easily up and down between the wet lips of her cunt, sending waves of pleasure through her as it pressed against her throbbing clit with each stroke.
"Ooohhh, baby," she cooed, lightly biting his shoulder and humping more urgently with her hips in a sensual frenzy. "That's goooodd!"
Then she stepped back slightly from him, breaking the almost electric connection of their grinding sex organs. Eric leaned back against the edge of the tub, raising his arms to rest them on the rim, and relaxing his body completely so that it floated gently under the surface.
Nanette glanced down through the water and watched his massive prick lazily swing about as the subtle currents stirred up by their motions drifted by in the depths. The bloated head, almost shining red with the pumped blood it was engorged with, pointed invitingly at her.
"I love seafood," she grinned at him.
Eric frowned slightly, not getting the joke. But before he could ask, she took a deep breath-the sudden intake of air making her breasts heave excitingly-and then sank under the water, reaching out to grasp him about the thighs.
She quickly slipped the inviting crown of his prick into her mouth, then started bobbing her head up and down rapidly, sliding the throbbing bulk of his meat to the back of her throat, then out to the tips of her lips again. And with every stroke where she almost released his cock, she gave a slight expulsion of air through her mouth, letting the bubbles flow around his cock-head on their way to burst at the surface.
Looking down through the bubbling water, Eric could see only her dark hair waving about in a luxurious mass at his groin, the sparkling bubbles seeping up between the strands. But although he couldn't see it, he could feel the incredibly tingly and exotic sensations she was causing with this underwater exhibition of oral talent.
After a few more ball-busting lunges, she released his cock and came to the surface, throwing her head back and gasping for air for her lungs.
Reaching out to her dripping body, Eric gathered her trembling form up in his strong arms and lifted her up, the water helping to buoy her up so that he could bury his face in her heaving bosom. Nanette grasped his head in her hands and held him to her as he kissed the tender flesh between her breasts, then slid his mouth up the side of one trembling breast to capture the cherry-red nipple that crowned its tip. Opening his mouth wide, he hungrily sucked on it, eating her tit-flesh in one gulp.
Nanette tossed her head about in pleasure, flinging shining droplets of water about from the ends of her wet curls. With her breasts mashed to his hungry mouth, she pushed her groin into his chest-still underwater-the thick hair of her cunt scrubbing softly on his flesh in an erotic and innovative massage.
Switching to her other breast, he sucked deeply there, too, bringing the nipple to full erection, thrusting out now like twin bullets on her tits. The areolas glowed bright pink around the hard points of flesh.
"Oh, please, master," she cried out happily, pulling back his head and holding it to look into his eyes. "I can wait no longer, I've got to have you in me now!"
Eric threw back his head and laughed, and with an easy motion swung the small woman out of the water to sit on the edge of the bath. Leaning forward between her spread thighs, , he planted a quick kiss on her wet cunt, then heaved himself out of the water in front of her, so that they both tumbled onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
Eric's pecker felt about ready to burst, and he could see no reason to hold off that fabulous sensation any longer-they both wanted to fuck!
Nanette squirmed about beneath him, spreading her legs and reaching down to grasp his wildly-throbbing prick in her tiny hand. Between the two of them, they shoved his massive rod of manmeat directly into the depths of her tight hot pussy.
Nanette cried out with pleasure as she felt his huge young cock plow urgently and demandingly through her tight love-tunnel. From the moment she had first laid eyes on him, she had waited for this.
She humped her muff up into his hard-driving loins as he slammed almost brutally down into her steamy snatch again and again, seeming to try and pin her to the floor with a living shaft of meat through her cunt.
"Yes! Yes! Harder, Master Eric! Harder!" she cried. Each thrust of his mauler sent her senses reeling. The hard, demanding strength of this young man made her realize why Missus Townsend had fallen for him.
She raked her fingernails over the muscles of his back as her passion mounted, and she felt his heavy cock driving in and out like a pile driver. The insistent heat of her cunt mounted as she felt his prick lurching crazily about deep within her now heavily-lubricated sex-tunnel.
Nanette tossed her head from side to side on the hard floor, sure that it would fall off her shoulders in her erotic delirium, as her thickly-furred twat was pounded viciously by the driving, battering hairy loins of her teenage lover.
Eric held the beautiful maid hard to his body, pumping his hips up and down with all his might, ramming in and out of her incredibly-hot pussy with an urgency he'd never known. He looked down at her flailing head, her lips made into a tight O of pleasure as they fucked wildly. Her exquisite envelope of flesh squeezed at him, holding his cock tightly.
Her soft moaning changed into urgent little grunts and her groin seemed to spasm up against his. He could feel her smooth flesh erupting into goose bumps as her orgasm started to peak.
"Oh, lover!" she cried, "so gooooddd!!!!" The fire in her cunt blazed into her brain as she climaxed under his heavy cock, and Eric felt his own release quickly follow hers.
His fat fleshy hose spewed its load of white jism deep into her cunt, blast after blast of hot scum filling her tight pussy to overflowing.
"Oh, I can feel it! I can feel your cum, darling!" she cried happily, writhing under him, feeling the overflow of his copious jism oozing down into the crack of her ass. Even as his cock spasmed and jerked in unloading his semen, he kept up his insistent pumping action.
As Nanette came down from her orgasmic high, she started to relax beneath his body, ready to bask in the lovely afterglow. But with a sudden start, she realized his cock was still rock-hard within her, even though he had emptied a tremendous load of his sticky cum.
"Again?" she sighed, kissing his neck and ear, licking at the salty sweat on his skin. "My sweet, you are truly an extraordinary find!"
Eric just laughed and kept pumping into her eager, greasy cunt. Nanette had never met a man she couldn't exhaust easily, and was determined to give this young man everything she had. Wrapping her legs back around him, she rode on his passionate thrusts again. She didn't know how long this could last, but she wasn't eager to stop him just so that Helga would get something, too. It was going to be every woman for herself with this new stud in the mansion.
It took over two hours, but Eric finally shot a load from which even his youthful cock didn't recover instantly. Nanette was so worn from their marathon sexual match that she could only lay back on the cum-and sweat-slickened floor and breathe in loud gasps. She'd lost count of her number of orgasms after the first hour. Eric brushed her wide-open mouth with his lips, feeling the hot rush of her breathing. Smiling weakly, she licked out just as weakly with her tongue.
"You ... you are truly extraordinary, Master Eric," she gasped.
"Master?" laughed Eric. "I think you can call me Eric now!"
Nanette's eyes shined with a strange light as she cupped his face lightly in her hands, looking up at him.
"No. After today, I am your slave, always. You are my master!"
Eric was slightly embarrassed by the sheer idolatry he saw in her eyes. All he could think to do was once again gently kiss those moist lips, then rise slowly to his feet. Extending his hand to Nanette, she grasped it and he helped her up.
Dressing each other slowly, with many long caresses on heated flesh, they started back down the hall to the room. Their bare feet sank deeply into the plush pile that Missus Townsend had covering almost all of the floors in the mansion.
At the staircase she turned to him and, putting her arms around him, held him tightly to her, her face on his chest.
"I will see you again later, Master?" she cooed.
"Yes," whispered Eric, stroking her hair. They kissed gently and she went back down the stairs while he went on to his room, whistling happily.
Back in the room he started to unpack his few belongings. The giant closet in the dressing room was full of new clothing, and he was impressed to see that it was all in his size. While he was in the closet, a few sharp raps on the door of his bedroom rang out.
"Come on in," he shouted, hanging up one of his old shirts. He heard the door open, then a pause, followed by a deeply-mellow voice with a strange accent he couldn't place. "Where are you, sir?"
"In the closet," he answered. That voice was damned interesting!
A moment later the doorway to the closet framed the statuesque form of Helga. The tall blonde had prepared for her first meeting with her mistress's new ward by putting on what she liked to call her "sleazy seduction outfit." She had on a pair of skintight jeans, hanging so low on her hips that Eric could see a few curly golden pubic hairs peeking over the waistband in front. The tight pants clearly out-lined every swell and curve of her pussy, as though painted on her skin. But what took up most of his attention was the sight of her tremendous breasts straining to break through her tight white t-shirt. The material was stretched to its absolute limit, and so thin that he could clearly see every bump on her wide areolas, and his mouth watered at her long, thick nipples. She had brushed her long flowing hair so that it fell in glowing golden streams over her shoulders, then over and around her breasts.
With a start, Eric realized that his seemingly-unstoppable prick was starting to rise at this new visual stimulation. He turned his body slightly to the side and away from her to hide the slow tent effect as his rising cock pushed his robe out, but he never took his eyes off her.
Helga stood there for a moment, watching his face and aware of exactly the effect she was having on him. Before he had so abruptly spun about, she had seen the front of his robe start to bulge. So far so good. At least Nanette hadn't totally worn him out-Helga couldn't believe they were in the bathroom for over two hours!
"Hello, Mister Donovan. I am Helga, Missus Townsend's other maid-I'm sure you have already met Nanette."
"Uh, yes," he smiled weakly, still uncomfortably aware of his now full-blown erection, and trying to keep his back to her without having to look away. Are all the women in this mansion such incredible turn-ons? he wondered inwardly.
"I can see that you are trying to move in," she said in a low, seductive voice, shifting on her hips so that her huge breasts jiggled slightly under her t-shirt. "But I need some help now, and you are the only one I could think of to ask. I am supposed to get some boxes down out of the attic, but there is some old furniture in the way. Would you be kind enough to help me with it? It will only take a moment."
"Sure," smiled Eric, grabbing a pair of jeans off a hanger and holding them like a shield in front of his burning crotch. "Just let me get on some pants."
"Of course," Helga smiled back. Crossing her arms under her breasts, which pushed them up even harder into the straining fabric, she leaned against the door-frame.
"Uh...." Eric could see she wasn't about to leave him alone for some reason. "Like I said, all I have to do is get these pants on and I'll be right there."
"Fine," she smiled again. "Go ahead, I can wait."
With a mental shrug of his shoulders, Eric turned his back to her. I've humped the hell out of one maid, he thought to himself with a grin, so what does it matter if this one sees my butt!
Helga worked to stifle her laughter as he turned his back to change. Here was a young man who had been turned into almost a regular fucking machine in just a single day, and yet he was still shy, even in the face of the blatantly-sexual invitations she was sending him.
As he dropped his robe, she looked with awe at his finely-muscled young body, still slender and boyish, but with the promise of much to come. And as he raised one leg to step into the jeans, she saw a bit more of that promise with his large balls. Also, no sight of a hanging prick, so she knew he had a raging boner. He might still be shy, but he couldn't keep his own natural instincts from coming to the fore, so to speak!
When he turned back toward her and reached for a shirt, the tight blue fabric clearly out-lined his tremendous cock. Smiling, Helga beckoned with her finger, then turned and led him from the room. Eric felt his prick jerk at the sight of her tight ass wiggling in the second skin of her jeans. Are all the women in this place like this? he wondered again.
The attic turned out to be a huge room that ran the entire length of the top of the mansion. Although it was technically on the fourth floor, portions of it shot up almost twelve feet to the ceiling, while other sections required that he stoop to get his six-foot frame past the low ceiling.
Whenever he could tear his eyes away from the tantalizing show of Helga's bouncing buttocks, Eric looked around and marveled at all the strange things that seemed to have been stored away in this place. Stack after stack of cardboard boxes loomed like mountains, some with labels so faded from age as to be impossible to read. Others looked like they had tumbled over and split open, spilling out their contents. Books, clothing, old toys, stacks of papers, broken furniture, strange old appliances, small boxes and bags, thousands of things.
"It should be just in this next section," Helga called over her shoulder as she ducked between two large packing crates. Eric turned in after her and squeezed through, then came up short on the other side.
Here a large section of the attic had been cleared away of all the mess and furnished like a sultan's wet dream. The bare boards of the walls were hidden behind rich tapestries, the floor thick with intricately-woven Persian carpets and large down-filled pillows. Ornately-carved tables held even more intricately-made incense burners. And set in the midst of this, dominating everything else in sight, was a huge bed. More than a bed, it seemed to be as big as three regular king-size beds rolled into one! The soft confusion of pillows and blankets carried from the floor onto this giant cushion, while at the head ruled an intricately-wrought brass headboard, the fine metal twisted and melted into abstract images that struck Eric as being faintly erotic, although there was nothing he could really make out clearly.
"Over here, honey!"
He had to shake his head slightly to pull his eyes away from that incredible bed, and turning to his right, saw Helga standing near a large table. This was spread with a number of small boxes and metal cans, and what looked like movie equipment. Behind it, numerous larger crates were stacked up against the wall.
"Just grab one end and help me move it over a little so I can get to those larger boxes," she instructed. Eric grabbed the end and lifted, easily moving it out. He thought she might even have been able to pull it out by herself, but said nothing. His eyes rested on her heaving tits, then glanced back over at the bed.
Helga saw that look and smiled, her tongue lightly flicking across her lower lip. "Make yourself comfortable while I get what I need."
Eric walked to the bed, actually almost wading as he went through the heavy accumulation of pillows and rugs. He noticed in passing that everything was spotlessly clean, although the rest of the attic had a light film of dust about it. He sat on the edge of the huge bed and it gave way beneath his weight with a springiness that made him bounce.
Helga was deep into a crate, rummaging about, but looked up to call out, "Don't just sit there, really try it out! It is something else to be in the center of that thing!"
Eric grinned and swung his legs up, then crawled across the massive bed to the very center. He lay back, his head resting comfortably on a giant silk pillow. The bed stretched out all around him like a sea. Glancing up, he was surprised to be looking at himself in a giant mirror stretched out over the entire bed. This bed's built for more exciting things than sleeping in, he thought with a grin.
"How do you like it?" he heard Helga ask.
"Not bad! Really is...." he started to answer, turning to look at her, and then words failed him and his mouth hung open in shock. While he had been climbing around on the massive bed, Helga had been busy with what she found in the crate.
Standing at the foot of the bed, she was dressed in the most erotic outfit he'd ever seen. Her huge breasts were totally bared, thrusting up and out, supported by a red silk corset that cinched in tightly on her narrow waist. The stiff, shiny garment pushed up under her massive tit-mounds and pushed them together, making a deep cleavage between the twin mountains of flesh. She raised one leg to set her foot on the bed, and he saw she had on a pair of thigh-high red leather boots, hugging her shapely legs as closely as the corset squeezed her torso.
Placing her hands on her hips, she tossed her head back so that her long hair flowed down her back. A wide red silk ribbon around her neck completed her outfit.
"What do you think?" she whispered in a throaty coo, climbing up onto the bed and moving toward him.
Eric was speechless with delight. It was as if she had stepped out of the pages of that old porn-magazine he had found years ago, and hidden in the woods with. He had lost his erection momentarily upon climbing onto the bed, but at the sight of her crawling toward him, her body swaying seductively, her breasts wobbling and jiggling with each move, his penis again came alive.
"Hi," she said, barely whispering, as she came up next to him, sitting by his side. She slid one hand slowly up his leg as she approached, moving toward the massive bulge now showing clearly at his crotch, and grasped him directly through the taut material.
That was it. Even Eric only needed so many hints to let him know what things were like. It looked like he was in for a lot more than a new place to live by moving into this mansion.
He could live with it!
Reaching up to Helga, he grasped her bare shoulders and pulled her down to him, mashing his lips to hers. Her huge breasts billowed out over his chest, the twin mounds weighing down delightfully on him.
As they kissed, tongued and sucked at each other's mouth, Helga skillfully undid his jeans and started pulling them down, while Eric wiggled about on his hips to help her strip him. The moment the tight fabric was pulled down, his granite-hard prick shot up like a flagpole, to be immediately and firmly clasped in Helga's hot palm.
"Oh my God!" she gasped into his mouth, then pulled up from him to look down at the huge shaft of male meat that she held. "I would never have thought...." she gasped, her eyes wide as she stroked the long, thick shaft of his cock. All Eric could do was moan happily as she jerked rapidly on his prick, pumping it to full, throbbing erection.
Suddenly sitting back on her legs, she wrapped both hands tightly around the shaft and began jerking and pulling like mad on his cock until a small oozing gob of pre-cum fluid leaked from the tip. She wiped it up with the tip of her finger, then raised her hand to her own heaving breasts. Eric watched with fascination as he massaged his gooey cream into her nipples, making them shine. Her face was twisted up in sheer ecstasy as she worked at her own tits, moving her hands out from the dark thrusting nipples to massage the entire huge mounds of soft skin.
She scooted around to kneel over his thighs, his battering ram of a whang jutting up just below her jutting breasts.
"Do you like them, Eric?" she asked him with a hoarse whisper, cupping her abundant boobs in both hands, her fingers digging into the soft flesh as she presented them to him.
"Yeah," he said with a sigh. "Beautiful-just like the rest of you!"
"Thank you, Eric-I am pleased that someone with as magnificent a body as yours would find me appealing." She puckered her lips at him in a silent kiss, then started to bend over, moving her knees back so that her breasts moved down toward his waving cock. "Now you just relax, and together we will make something even more wonderful happen!"
Eric watched, entranced as the gorgeous blonde maid bent over his now almost painfully-throbbing erection. Pulling her breasts slightly apart, she brought them down on either side of his monster shaft, then squeezed them back together around it.
The sensation was incredible! She was undulating her torso and mashing in on her firm breasts with her hands, giving his cock a wild rubdown with tit-flesh. The initial coolness of her skin was giving way to a warmth of the hot blood flowing beneath her flesh, and the engorged nipples raked across his upper thighs like small fingers as she rocked back and forth over his prick.
"Oh wow! That's incredible!" he burst out, reaching down to knead her big knockers as she continued crushing them around his cock. He began to push up urgently with his hips, thrusting into the meaty nest, watching the bloated head of his dong as it sawed back and forth between her tits. He fought to shove in harder and faster, but the awkward angle at which she was bending over his hips made more intense effort frustrating.
Helga could tell exactly what was wrong from the urgent movements he was making, from the way his pelvis hunched up again and again to her chest. She released his throbbing dick from its lovely resting place to sit up again, leaning forward so that he could continue to squeeze and knead her melons in his hands, while his now-freed cock jabbed up into her stomach as she leaned over him. She closed her eyes and a shiver ran through her whole body at the erotic feelings.
"Let's try it a different way, darling!" she smiled, then rolled over to lie on the bed beside him, bringing her hands back up to mash her huge tits back together.
"Get on top of me, Eric! Fuck my breasts! Fuck me until you come on me!!"
Eric leaned over and lowered his mouth hungrily on one hard, thrusting nipple, sucking in deeply and tasting her hot flesh. He lashed his tongue over the sensitive bud while massaging and working the huge breast playfully in both hands. Helga moaned and tossed her head about, holding him to her bosom with both hands.
"Ah, yes, yes! Oh, Eric! Love my tits! Love me!!"
After a last wet kiss on her turgid nipple, Eric swung his legs around and over her, so that he was now straddling her torso, his cock jutting out like a log of flesh over her heaving breasts. Lowering his ass, he sat down on her torso, lowering his cock into the deep warm valley between her tits, then grasped the outside of her breasts and pushed in, enveloping his cock almost totally in tit-meat. Helga put her own long, slender hands over his and pushed in as he began a slow and steady rocking motion back and forth with his hips. The friction of his fat cock rubbing against her tightly-packed boobs started her sweating, and this slick coating helped his prick to move faster and faster in its warm nest.
The combination of hot tit-flesh around his prick, and the cool feeling of the silk corset under his ass as he slid back and forth, was speeding Eric toward another orgasm. He had never even dreamed of fucking this way, but was now in love with it forever!
Helga kept moaning and groaning in pleasure, flinging her head back and forth on the pillow, and running her hands wildly over her own tits, then up to grasp at his hairless torso under his shirt. His bloated balls dragged back and forth with every stroke, over the cool silk, then mashing into the hot and sweaty base of her tits at the end of each hard stroke. His huge cock-head also shot out of the top of her tit-mound with each sawing motion, bumping into the bottom of her chin.
Looking downward, Helga watched fascinated as Eric's bloated purple glans advanced and receded from between her tits, the long shaft glistening with sweat, and the hole in the crown dripping with his sticky juices.
Now with every one of his upward strokes, he was rewarded with a searing lash from her pink tongue across the crown, and sometimes she speared it directly into the seeping hole in the tip, scooping up a few drops of his pearly pre-orgasmic juices and gulping them down greedily.
"Uh, yeah! Oh, yeah, yeah!" he grunted as he pumped faster and faster, catching the rhythm as he bounced his ass lightly off her torso to ram forward, then falling back to slide his cock out again. His hands kept up a constant pressure on her firm tits, his fingers squeezing and digging into the pliant meat.
"Here it comes!" he suddenly shouted, feeling the familiar burning sensation deep in his testicles that meant his release was only seconds away.
"Come, my darling one, come!!" shouted Helga, snaking her hands around behind him to clasp his tightly-clenched buttocks and pull his cock even faster between her knockers.
Eric's entire body stiffened and he held himself rigid as he felt the fiery liquid racing through the hardened tube of his cock, exploding in great sticky gobs of white liquid over her neck.
After his first blast he was wildly shoving his hips back and forth again, while his erupting cock deposited wads of thick cum all over her tits, neck, face and hair. Helga opened her mouth wide to catch as much of the hot jism juice as she could, her face twisted up in ecstasy.
Then, even while he was jerking and coming all over her boobs, Eric could feel the massive ripples of her muscles under his buttocks, and she dropped her hands from his ass to thrust them both deep into her own suddenly spasming cunt.
"YES! Sweet Lord, YES!" she cried, bouncing about so frenziedly under him that he could barely stay on top of her as her whole body trembled with her own climax.
With a final shove forward, he let go of his last blast of semen, then let his qock flip out of her sticky, dripping tits, and flopped to her side on the bed, gasping for breath.
"Did you ... did you come?" he asked her.
Helga let her total body go limp, sinking into the bed, and lazily rubbed the sticky fluid of his love-juice into her warm skin.
"I've always had super-sensitive breasts," she said, now once again working some of the white splatters into her nipples. "At times I have come violently simply from the friction of a rough fabric on my shirt rubbing against them all day. I am starting to think of these as twin clits, rather than nipples!"
"Whatever you want to call them," sighed Eric, grasping one out-thrusting breast and planting a wet kiss on it, "I think they're gorgeous!
"And I also think," he added as he rested his head on that same heaving bosom, Helga reaching up to lazily run her fingers through his hair, "that I'm going to really love it here!"
CHAPTER SIX
"I tell ya, kid, you haven't ever seen anything like this!"
Eric was seated comfortably in a deeply-cushioned chair in what Marvin referred to as the "video-delights room." This was a long and narrow room in the basement of the mansion, the walls all draped with heavy velvet curtains except for a brilliant white wall at one end, and a small opening and doorway leading into an anteroom at the opposite end. The room was filled with more of the chairs, as well as several low and wide divans, big enough for two people.
Behind him he could hear Marvin working with the complicated movie projector secreted in the anteroom, loading on reels of film. At dinner that evening, Missus Townsend had said she would have to spend the early evening in town on business, but that she had another surprise ready for him. By that time Eric didn't think he could be surprised by anything anymore, and when she told him about their porn-film operations, he didn't bat an eye, although he did realize he was grinning widely as she explained the operations. He was feeling more and more like he'd been pulled out of a living hell and dropped right into the middle of the most sensual and erotic heaven he could have imagined!
"That's it, kid," Marvin laughed as he dropped into another chair across the room, bringing Eric's thoughts back to the present. He had liked Marvin from the moment they had met. The man seemed to be full of energy, and always in a high humor.
"Missus Townsend left special instructions that I show you this one film in particular."
"Why this one?"
"Just watch that wall, kid!" Marvin laughed, gesturing toward the blank screen. "And try and hold down the heavy breathing, 'cause I worked a long time to get the soundtrack to this film just right," he added with a grin. He picked up a small plastic box from a table beside him and pressed a red button on the top. The room was plunged into darkness, then the projector sprang to life and the far wall was lit up brilliantly with light.
At first Eric thought he was watching some sort of home movie-very well-filmed, but still nothing like he'd been led to believe that adult movies were like by the guys at the orphanage who had told him about them. The film slowly panned over what he recognized as the back grounds of the mansion, around the large pool. Then it zoomed in slowly across the pool to a figure lying on a lounge chair, and his cock gave a jerk in his pants as he recognized Missus Townsend. She was lying back on the lounger with her eyes closed, wearing the tiniest string bikini Eric had ever seen.
She was slowly rubbing suntan lotion over her smooth skin with long, sensuous strokes of her fingers, her deeply-tanned skin gleaming in the bright sun as she annointed her whole body. Then, as her hand dipped over the gentle swell of her belly, she thrust her fingers boldly beneath the tiny piece of cloth that made up her panties. The material bunched up and the cord around her hips dug into her flesh as she pushed her hand under, and Eric knew she was stroking and fingering her beautiful pussy.
Hearing a low moan that wasn't on the soundtrack, he glanced to his side. In the reflected glow of the screen he could see that Marvin had unzipped his pants and was slowly jerking-off, his eyes glued to the sight of the voluptuous Missus Townsend masturbating herself. Her own low moans of pleasure intermingled with his.
With an urgent wriggling of her hips, she quickly pulled off the skimpy cloth of her panties, and the camera moved in for a close-up of her glistening twat as she again crammed a trio of fingers into the creamy hole, while she stroked and pulled at her clit with the other hand.
Suddenly a third hand entered the picture, this one large with thick, heavy fingers, sliding around the flushed lips of her cunt. The camera cut to her face. Her eyes, half-slitted-shut with pleasure, were now opening wide in surprise. Then her face relaxed into a smile of joy.
The next shot showed a large, well-muscled man kneeling beside the lounger, smiling down at her while he continued to stroke her twat lips. His back was to the camera, and Eric could see he also wore only a brief swimsuit. When he leaned over and kissed her, long and hard, Eric was surprised to recognize the man as her chauffeur, Browning. But when he thought about it for a second, he didn't know why he should be surprised. It was obvious everyone involved with the mansion was also hotly involved with the sexual activity.
He took his fingers away from her gleaming pussy and raised his hand to his face, slowly licking each of his fingers, now slimy with her creamy juices. Missus Townsend squirmed about as she watched him. Then he reached down to grasp her tiny bra, and with a quick jerk snapped the thin cord and stripped her nude.
Her magnificently-full breasts bounced about after the snap of the tight cloth, and the large man grabbed a handful of each tit, squeezing the flesh brutally while he voraciously kissed and sucked on her breast-meat. She closed her eyes and the moans became louder, as well as the greasy sounds of her oiled flesh being slurped and kneaded by Browning.
The camera moved around to the other side of the lounger as he raised his head from her tits, and Eric watched as Missus Townsend lifted one hand from her throbbing cunt to grasp directly at her lover's groin, rubbing the clearly out-lined cock and balls hidden beneath his suit. It took only a few seconds for this to have its effect, and his huge hard-on began to slip out of the top of his briefs, the head an angry red of arousal. Missus Townsend dug one slender hand into his suit and pulled down, his huge prick coming up to full-mast, standing out like a baseball bat.
The camera moved in closer as he wiggled the suit down off his legs, while she now took both hands and began to stroke up and down on his rod, pulling and squeezing on the shaft and murmuring words of pleasure.
Glancing again to his side, Eric saw Marvin was now pumping furiously on his own cock, his mouth partly open as he panted, and his eyes never leaving the action of the movie. Eric's own cock was feeling painfully confined in his pants, and quickly pulling down the zipper he dragged out the stiffening staff and wrapped one hand around it, stroking his cock in time to the motions of the lovers on the screen.
Now he heard Missus Townsend whimpering urgently, "Give it to me, baby-fuck me hard!" The camera moved back to show the large man climbing onto the lounger between her lovely long legs, his massive cock still being grasped and coaxed by her loving hands. Moving to lie on her lush body, he took her face in his hands and mashed his lips to hers, kissing her long and deep, eating her mouth. The camera panned down their bodies, showing her huge breasts crushed up into his chest, then down farther where Eric could see the man's cock as it slipped about, trapped between their grinding bellies.
Then Browning lifted his hips up, and Missus Townsend eagerly guided his swollen fuckstick head into the flushed lips of her quish. The camera shifted to the end of the lounger and Eric watched in fascination as the big man worked up a long, steady driving rhythm, driving his long cock in and out of her sucking pussy with deep strokes. His prick was so fat that the lips of her twat were pulled out slightly on each backstroke. Missus Townsend was bouncing her buttocks up and down, ramming herself onto his cock as eagerly as he was fucking down into her.
His big dick was starting to glisten brightly with her juices, and the soundtrack filled the room with their moans, and the sounds of wet and juicy flesh sliding together.
The camera moved swiftly around the screwing couple, and Eric watched in fascination, still masturbating furiously, as the two handsome people on the screen shuddered and pounded together, fucking wildly, working for their ultimate release. Missus Townsend had captured his head in her hands, her fingers curled around his ears, and was hungrily kissing him. The camera moved in closer to show them sucking at each other's tongue, devouring one another.
Then it swung back around the other side of the lounger, and Eric could see the whole lounger itself was now shaking with the power of the man's hard thrusts down as he crammed his rampaging prick hard into her eager cunt. The sounds of her sharp gasps at each hard penetrating thrust caused Eric to tighten his grip around his own throbbing cock, pumping harder and harder as he imagined that it was him on the screen. Marvin was also jerking-off wildly, leaning forward slightly in his chair, eyes on the action on the screen.
Then suddenly, Marvin let out a long cry of pleasure, and Eric turned to see the other man's cock explode in jet after jet of cum, flying into the air to fall in sticky strings on the chair in front of him. At that same instant on the screen, both figures suddenly cried out as they, too, reached their climax, and the camera moved in to show the splattering cum-juice oozing from around Browning's deeply-imbedded cock, oozing down the sexy crack of her luscious ass cheeks.
But before Eric could bring himself off as well, the door to the room swung open and the lights suddenly blazed on again, drowning out the image on the screen. Momentarily dazzled by the sudden brightness, he couldn't make out who was walking in. Then he felt a slender hand caressing his trembling cock, one finger lightly tickling the thick dorsal vein along the base.
"Can I give you a hand?" asked a lilting voice with a French accent. As the spots cleared out of his eyes, Eric looked down to see Nanette sitting on the floor at his feet, one hand gently pulling and stroking on his massive cock, while with the other she squeezed his fat nuts with loving care.
"Oh, yeah!" he sighed, settling back into the chair and letting the beautiful little maid work her sexual magic on him. Across the room the tall Helga was joining Marvin in a passionate embrace.
"Helga, my Nordic beauty!" laughed Marvin, standing up and stripping off his pants. "I'm afraid I don't have quite the instant recovery of our new superstar here," he grinned, bouncing his limp cock in his palm. "Got any ideas?"
"Stick your tongue in his ass, yes?" called out Nanette. "Master Eric and I want to see a real show now!"
Eric couldn't believe what she had suggested. He was rapidly finding out there didn't seem to be anything that didn't go in this mansion.
Marvin got down on his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart. "Let's get down to it, Helga, honey!" Helga knelt down behind him and reached out to cup his now-limp cock and balls in one hand, and started licking all over his buttocks. Then she released his prick and used both hands to spread his buttocks, revealing his brown asshole.
Eric felt his cock give a sudden jerk of its own as Helga leaned forward and stabbed her long tongue up Marvin's anus, so deep that she pressed her mouth hard to his ass in an erotic kiss.
Then with slow, small back-and-forth motions of her head, Helga proceeded to tongue-fuck the moaning cameraman. The sight of the slender man being serviced so erotically by the gorgeous woman was incredible. Marvin was moaning and groaning in pleasure, squirming his hips about in the air and making Helga shake her head about to stay with him.
"Nanette, jerk my cock off while Helga licks him off-I've never seen anything like this!"
The little maid giggled, happy that this beautiful young man was finally getting into the real swing of things, even initiating some action. Carefully keeping an eye on the in-and-out motion of Helga's pink tongue, she matched it with a long stroking motion of her hand up and down on Eric's long cock. Laying her head on one of his thighs, she pulled and stroked lovingly on his hot meat, while intensely watching the actions of the other couple. "Have you ever seen anything like that before, Master Eric?" she asked.
"Hell, no, but it sure looks great!" he replied.
Marvin was now almost gasping with pleasure, and Helga had her whole face mashed against his buttocks, so that Eric and Nanette could no longer see her tongue in action. But the heavy liquid slurping sounds she made, together with Marvin's excited shakes and cries, told them she was still lashing his asshole wildly. Marvin was now once again fully erect, and Helga slid one hand down between his legs to clasp his hard prick, and began pumping on it so hard it looked like she was trying to pull it off.
"Oh God, yeah! Jerk me off, you blonde bitch!" Marvin yelled out. "Do it! Do it!"
Marvin was already only seconds away from coming again, the erotic action of the woman's tongue in his butt and slender hand around his cock driving him quickly to climax. Helga now slid her other hand off of his backside to snake it down under the short skirt of her uniform and began to madly finger-fuck her dripping snatch in time with her eager jerks on his cock. She still managed to keep her face glued to his ass, working her tongue back and forth like a snake in his tight hole.
"Oh, this is it! Shit! Here I commmeeee!!!" screamed Marvin, and Eric and Nanette watched as his entire body shook uncontrollably when his blazing orgasm peaked. The bloated crown of his cock exploded with long bolts of sticky white cum, blasting out in burst after burst as Helga continued to milk it with a rapid-fire motion. The thick juice formed a long trail across the floor, dripping off down onto her hand, while little droplets flew everywhere as she continued to jerk on the spasming shaft.
Eric hadn't realized how close to coming he was until that sudden eruption, and then he felt his own release boiling up in his testicles. He lay back in the chair with a satisfied moan, humping his hips up to drive his cock through Nanette's expert fingers.
Nanette turned her head to look up at him, at his sudden quick humping motion, and at that very instant the first rich gob of his jism shot out of his blazing cock-head.
"Oh, no! Wait!" she squealed in delight, rapidly pulling herself to her knees as a second boiling shot escaped, hitting her in the cheek to run thickly down her face and drip onto her neck.
Then she had captured his shaft in her hot little mouth, sucking hard to draw up all his tasty cum-juice, squeezing his balls and milking the long jerking shaft. Eric let himself go, and Nanette swallowed load after load of his scum, the creamy liquid filling her mouth and oozing down her throat.
She could smell his manly sweat, taste his cock and cum, and knew she had to come herself, soon. But before she could remove her hands from his now temporarily-satiated cock, she felt other hands tugging at her dress, unzipping it and pulling to get it off.
"Marvin's shot for a while," Helga whispered in her ear as she leaned over, still grasping at the smaller woman's dress. Her hands maneuvered Nanette around so that she was lying on her back, stripped naked. Eric's pecker plopped out of her cream-filled mouth as she slid down to the floor, shrugging off the last of her uniform. She knew that when Helga got hot, there was no stopping her.
Then the large blonde woman was on her, her mouth hot at her small tight breasts, kissing and licking and sucking the twin globes. Her long tongue flicked down over Nanette's trembling flesh to the insides of her thighs, then began moving back up again to her silken cunt-mound. Nanette spread her legs wider and Helga got down between them, her tongue like a hot brand on the petite woman's skin.
Spreading her limber legs even more, she grasped Helga's head in her hands and pulled it tightly against her cunt. Helga shoved her own hands under the woman's buttocks and gripped each cheek tightly, kneading them with her fingers as she slurped and lashed at Nanette's juicy quim.
Eric still sat in his chair, looking down at the two women moaning and shaking at his feet.
Grasping his cock, he again rubbed the sticky cum that coated it into the hot tight skin like oil, stroking on the long shaft while watching Nanette close her legs tightly around Helga's tossing head. She twisted her luscious ass about, shoving herself up at the eagerly-gulping mouth, feeling the long wet tongue slithering in and out of her pussy-hole.
Helga was in ecstasy, feasting on the sweet, warm flesh of another woman, sucking at the flowing juices. She moved one hand out from beneath Nanette and slid it up her quivering body to tightly grasp one of her small, thrusting breasts.
"Oooooh, eat me, Cheri!" sighed Nanette, now humping her hips up forcefully into the blonde's face, trying to cram more of that talented tongue into her creamy snatch.
Eric leaned out over the squirming women, his cock waving over Nanette's face as he tried to get a better view of Helga as she ate out the woman's pussy.
"Ah, my beautiful friend is still here," sighed Nanette, and reaching up she closed her hands around his cock-shaft, brushing his own jerking hands away. "Come to me, my beautiful master," she giggled, pulling down on his rock-hard dork.
Eric had to let himself fall forward slightly, tossing out his hands to support his body over her, then lowering his cock toward her waiting wet mouth. The huge crown still dripped sticky cum, and it splashed onto Nanette's up turned, glowing face as she eyed his approaching cock.
Then she had captured his male meat in her hot oral cavern, and with a shudder of renewed pleasure he started pumping his hips up and down, straight into her suctioning mouth and on into her tight throat. Lowering himself farther with his arms, he slipped his face in next to Helga's, kissing her hair and face while she continued to eagerly devour Nanette's spasming pussy.
The young maid had already experienced two trembling orgasms from the lesbian-licking of her snatch, and Helga could now feel the subtle flutterings and throbbings that told of a third one approaching.
Raising her head slightly, she thrust her long tongue into Eric's mouth so that he could taste Nanette's delicious pussy there. They fenced with their tongues, sucking at each other's mouth while Eric continued to pound downward with his hips, driving his fat cock deep into Nanette's hot clasping throat.
Then they both dropped their faces back down to her sweet cunt, Eric flicking his tongue over the throbbing clit, then taking it lightly between his teeth and sucking hard. Helga opened her mouth wide and sucked in as much of the dripping cunt-flesh as she could, then again stabbing out with her long tongue in rapid-fire up the warm, moist sex channel.
Nanette was now jerking and bouncing all over the floor, her orgasms almost one on top of the other. With her eyes shut tightly, she was aware only of the waves of incredible pleasure cascading over her firm little body, as well as. the huge shaft of flesh stabbing continuously in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, scraped it gently with her teeth, and sucked hard on every stroke. Eric returned the feeling of her loving lips around his prick by sucking and tonguing harder on her clit. He had one hand cupped over her right breast, playing with the mound of hard tit, just as Helga was playing with the left one.
Then he felt the build-up in his nuts reach its peak, and he moaned hard into her pussy as she sent gob after gob of whit cum juice spurting down her throat.
"OH, suck it! Suck it all!" he shouted, throwing his head back and ramming down with his hips, aware of nothing but her hot sweet mouth and his bursting balls. Nanette felt her head bang hard back into the carpet as his hips spasmed, driving his cock totally down her throat, his fat churning balls slamming into her chin. Nanette fought to hold back her gagging reflex as his huge meat-shaft expanded and exploded in her mouth and throat, flooding her with hot creamy cum.
Then the frantically-fucking trio finally fell limply together, Eric's iron-hard prick at long last beginning to subside as he pulled it gently out of Nanette's sore mouth, sticky streamers of white cum trailing from the glistening crown to her lips. Nanette rested her head on his thigh and, cupping his cock and fat balls in her hand, began to gently lick them clean of the sticky sex-juice.
Helga had also collapsed on the floor, lying between Nanette's still wide-spread legs, her head resting on the smaller maid's thigh. She and Eric kissed one another hotly, while each softly stroked the trembling flesh of Nanette's sopping wet pussy.
"Perfect! Just perfect!" cried out a voice behind Eric. He glanced up to see Marvin hopping about, a large movie camera over his shoulder, filming their lewdly-entwined bodies.
"Got it all down on film-and kid, you're a natural!" he laughed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That night after another hot bath, this time alone in the large tub in his own bathroom, Eric was greeted by Helga. She came to his room to tell him that Missus Townsend had just returned, and wished to see him in her room in half an hour.
"And I recommend that you swallow a bottle of Vitamin E before going, lover!" she laughed, winking at him.
Eric nervously paced about until the half-hour was gone, then hurried to her room, dressed only in his short silk robe. He knocked softly at the door.
"Come in, Eric," she called out. Opening the door, the teenager stepped into a room that took his breath away. Everything in the vast quarters was in white or gold-even the carpet, so thick that he almost sank to his ankles in it. The walls were one continuous, intricately-detailed mural that went around all four sides of the bedroom, depicting the most outrageous sexual acts he had ever seen, done like an ancient Greek mural. The whole room had no furniture, but was filled with pillows of all assorted shapes and sizes, materials and designs, all in either gold or white. And in the very center of the room, reclining on a single large golden pillow that looked to be almost five feet across, lay Missus Townsend.
"Come on in, Eric, darling," she said softly. "I've been thinking about you all day." She was wearing a long, flowing white gown, the fabric so sheer that it was like a light mist swirling about her voluptuous body. Her deeply-tanned flesh and dark, cascading hair made her the focal point of the lightly-colored room. As she shifted her position slightly, he could see the erect points of her nipples straining against the thin fabric, and the dark flash of her pubic hair.
"What do you think of my bedroom, Eric?" she smiled, lying back and, stretching her arms over her head, pulling the fabric tightly over the large mounds of her bare breasts.
Eric closed the door behind him and took a step forward, glancing around. "Where's the bed?"
"Well, this is my bedroom, so I figured the whole room should be my bed!" she laughed in reply. "Come here and lie with me, my beautiful young man," she cooed, her eyes lidded.
Eric walked toward her, feeling the slight give of the carpet beneath his feet. She truly had turned the whole room into one huge bed-and why not! He was finding out that Missus Townsend did nothing in small ways.
Lowering himself down beside her, he could smell a light touch of perfume wafting off her body, and see the blazing passion in her dark eyes. He could swear he felt the heat glowing from her body before he had even touched her! Leaning over, he gently brushed his lips over hers, then pulled back, grinning down at her, but making no further moves.
Missus Townsend realized that, even after the almost nonstop orgy she'd had her staff put him through that day he was still, after all, only a recent convert to her mansion of pleasure. She had set aside this first night to break down the last of his old feelings, and turn him into a truly-sensual young man.
"You seem a little shy, Eric," she smiled, lightly stroking his hairless chest through the robe. "Even after all we've been through, all I get is a little peck on the lips?"
Raising her hands to his head, she cupped his ears gently and, after gazing hard into his eyes for a moment, pulled him down and mashed her wide-open mouth hungrily to his, thrusting her pink tongue deep between his lips. Eric eagerly fenced back with his own tongue and grabbed her around the shoulders as he bore down, sucking at her mouth.
"Now that is much better," she sighed, breaking away from the hot kiss, but still keeping her face only inches from his, feeling his warm breath on her cheek.
"There's something that my first lover, Michael, taught me when I was eighteen and I think it will help you, too."
She stroked his face with one soft hand as she continued. "I was still a virgin at eighteen, like you, and very shy about sex. But Michael knew how to get around that. He got me hot and ready, and then wouldn't do anything to me unless I asked for it, and described exactly what it was. After a whole night of screaming out my most erotic feelings, I've never gone back to that shy little virginal mind-frame again."
As she was talking, Missus Townsend had slipped one hand down to untie Eric's robe, then slipped her hand inside to lightly stroke his rapidly-rising cock, then squeeze each of his massive balls separately, hefting their weight in her palm. His young prick quickly came to full, burning erection, sticking out from his groin like an iron pole as she curled her fingers around it, pumping softly on the hot meaty shaft.
"Tell me what you want me to do, Eric," she whispered into his ear, lightly nipping at his ear lobe with her white teeth.
"I ... this afternoon...." Eric stammered, blushing.
"I know it's difficult trying to put it into words, Eric baby," she continued whispering in his ear, while giving his throbbing cock an extra squeeze of affection. "But do try, tell me everything! I want to do anything for you ... anything!"
"Well, this afternoon after the movie, I watched Helga...." He looked away, licking his lips nervously, but she pulled his face back around to face her.
"I watched ... she ... she was sucking on Marvin's ass! And he was really getting off to it! Would ... would you do that for me?"
"Oh, Eric! Yes!" she sighed, her eyes shining with real arousal at his erotic suggestion. Eric figured he must have hit one of her own secret turn-ons. He started to rise to get his knees like Marvin's had been, but she placed both hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down so that he was lying back, his head propped up by a pile of silk pillows, his cock sticking out of his parted robe and straining upward like a fleshy flagpole.
"Lie back and enjoy yourself, sweetheart," she was almost cooing now, licking her lips as she scooted around to kneel between his legs, settling back to sit on the back of her calves. With a sudden quick shrug of her shoulders, the filmy gown flowed away like water from her body, and she saw his cock suddenly jerk about as he gazed in sensual rapture at her lush body revealed before him.
She slid her hands up along her tanned torso to cup the two great swelling globes of her breasts, rubbing and squeezing the flesh, sighing softly under her own nimble touch. She flicked and pulled at the nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and harden.
"Slide one of those pillows under your hips, Eric, so I can get to you easier."
Eric quickly grabbed one of the cool pillows and, raising his hips, slipped it beneath his buttocks so that his groin was now several inches in the air. That made him bend his knees to keep his feet on the ground, and he spread them to reveal his groin to her. Missus Townsend hungrily licked her lips, eyeing his massively-throbbing cock and fat balls, and then zeroing in on his asshole. But she made no move to come closer, continuing only to play with her tits.
"Tell me what to do, Eric," she whispered hoarsely, pinching her tits and weaving about in front of him.
"Suck ... suck me!" he stammered. "Suck my asshole!"
"Yes, my love," she smiled happily, sliding down to lie on her stomach, her massive breasts mashed out like twin sacks of flesh beneath her. Inching forward on her elbows, she moved her face into his crotch, her slender nose nudging the bottom of his hairy testicle sac. She pressed her wet lips directly to his asshole in an erotic kiss of lust. Eric squirmed about at the novel feeling of her lips kissing and slurping. "Suck me, suck me, suck me...." he kept moaning softly.
Missus Townsend sent her tongue snaking into his rectum, stimulating him even further. At first sliding her tongue in and out only about an inch, she gently twisted it into his anal channel, while bringing her arms up alongside her body to allow her to stroke the insides of his trembling thighs.
"Oh, that feels great!" sighed Eric. "Pull ... pull on my cock, too! Jerk me off!"
She smiled at his commands, obeying each one instantly, letting him feel in control, complete control. This would be the evening he would break away fully from his past, and enter her world of erotic pleasures. She crushed her face tightly into the crack of his buttocks, sending her long wet tongue deeper into his nether canal, twisting and turning it, while with both hands she tightly grasped his long, trembling cock and began jerking and pulling on the hot shaft. She felt as though she were some pagan worshipper, holding this incredible man-tool over her head as she sucked and licked for all she was worth at his ass.
Eric slung his head back and forth on the pillow, the incredible sensations of her talented tongue sending him into sensual heaven. He threw one leg and then the other over her slender shoulders, pushing his buttocks higher and ramming his cock faster between her hot palms.
"God, that feels good! Just like that! Yes baby, yes! Do it!"
Missus Townsend kept up a steady in-and-out motion now, alternating every few seconds with wet slurping kisses and licking around the puckered ring of his anus. She worked on the sphincter muscle at the rim, licking and sucking. At the same time she continued to stroke and fondle his swelling cock, jerking on it more rapidly to match the pace of his own bouncing hips.
"Oh, God! I'm gonna come any minute! Suck my cock now! Suck it!" he yelled, slipping his legs off her shoulders and beating his hands on the deep-piled carpeting.
Missus Townsend raised her head, slowly sliding her tongue up the crack of his ass, swirling around the two churning testicles for a second, then slowly along the throbbing vein along the bottom of his tremendous cock. With a wet kiss on the tip, she brought her mouth down over the blazing glans.
"Uuummmmmmm," she mumbled happily as she descended in a hungry swoop on his cock. She started bobbing her head quickly up and down on the long hot rod, her dark hair flying about in shimmering waves as she sucked and slobbered happily on his prick. With every downward thrust she stuffed more and more of his shaft down her throat, working slowly downward to engulf the entire fat, slippery prick.
Eric felt himself going wild at the feeling, "Suck my cock hard, baby! Take it all!" He reached down to let his fingers run through her hair all the while her head was flashing up and down, impaling her face on his heavy cock.
"Eat my juice!" he panted as he thrust his hips to meet her downward-pushing head, fucking her beautiful face with vigor. "Yeah! Oh, shit, yeah!!" he kept yelling.
Missus Townsend sighed happily around the hot pecker deep in her throat, and grasped a large bulbous testicle in each of her grasping hands, squeezing and stroking them as she ate his cock, her saliva coating the hot flesh and making her lips slip faster and easier along the shaft. Her tongue wrapped itself around the trembling prick with each move, coaxing his steaming cum out.
Eric's hips were heaving now as he thrust his passion-maddened cock deep into her warm clasping throat. Missus Townsend knew that if he jerked about too wildly with his long thick cock down her throat, she would end up gagging on the massive shaft, so she helped restrain his thrusting hips by pinning his thighs down with her warm, soft torso. Eric could feel her hard little nipples digging into the flesh of his thighs.
"OOOOH, YES! Do it! Suck! Suck!!!" He was now totally lost in passion, his head back, eyes closed, mouth wide open as he crammed his cock into her slippery wet mouth, holding her head down almost brutally with his large hands. As the violence of his movements in creased, and the wildly pulsing vein in his cock jerked and throbbed, Missus Townsend sped up the bobbing motion of her head.
With the long slender fingers of one hand she felt for the hard, vibrating ridge behind his balls, felt it tremble, and then the full rush as his burning jism burst the full length of his cock as he started to come.
"This is it! Drink it all! Ahhhh, yessss." His voice ended in a high hiss of pleasure as his climax burst in his brain as well as in his jerking cock.
A heavy wad of his hot cum squirted from the tip of his dick into the depths of her hungry throat, and she started swallowing and gulping happily.
Missus Townsend was sucking and swallowing frantically as wave after wave of sticky white jism spurted down her throat. She had the entire blazing shaft captured completely in her hot mouth and throat, her nose buried in his wiry pubic hairs, locking her lips tightly around the base so she wouldn't lose one precious drop of his scum. She could feel each hot greasy gob of the fluid pour down into her belly, pooling warm in her stomach.
Missus Townsend loved it, enjoyed swallowing his thick, creamy liquid. The squirming motion of her tongue and her closely-clasped lips continued massaging his shaft, keeping his orgasming going on and on until at last his balls were totally drained and he was pumping his prick dryly into her mouth, the steamy gouts of jism reduced to just an oozing drop or two.
Slowly she let the slick organ slip from between her lips, stroking and tugging gently at the cum-and saliva-coated shaft with her fingers, then kissed the tip and pushed the tip of her tongue into the slit for a second to scoop out the last glistening drop of his hot semen.
Laying her head down with his wiry pubic hairs brushing her cheek, Missus Townsend slowly licked up and down the length of his prong, now still only slightly smaller than at the height of his frenzy, cleaning it of the sticky liquids, which also brought about another slow, full arousal.
Wrapping one hand around the now-clean shaft, she raised her head to stare lovingly at him. Eric looked down over his torso to see this beautiful woman staring at him with a fire in her eyes that he had never seen before. Her face was wet with a mixture of sweat, semen and saliva, her hair in magnificent disarray, giving her the appearance of some wild jungle goddess, and all the time her hands continued to play lovingly with his cock.
"And now my beautiful young lover, what is your next wish?" she whispered huskily. He grinned widely and spread his arms open, and she crawled slowly up his body, pressing as much of her naked, sweaty flesh to his as she could as they wrapped their arms around one another. Eric knew this was going to be a long night, and didn't mind at all.
The next morning as they lay in each other's arms, his semi-erect dong nestled comfortably against her thigh, Eric felt he had to express somehow his happiness at finally being able to leave the hated orphanage. Missus Townsend listened silently to his tales of mistreatment and loneliness, stroking his hair as he rested his head on her bosom, and occasionally leaning down to kiss his forehead gently.
"And it wasn't just me," he continued. "Almost all the kids there got into some kind of trouble. I even met a girl there that I really cared for, and she ... well, she was raped by Blackburn!"
Missus Townsend stiffened at his words, not only from the thought of Blackburn destroying some young girl, but also at Eric's mention of caring for the girl.
"Who was the girl, Eric darling? What happened? " she asked, her voice trembling.
"I probably wouldn't even be able to tell you if it hadn't been for your getting me to open up last night," he said, kissing one of her breasts softly. "I feel so totally free now-I just wish poor Ellen was, too."
"Ellen?" she interjected. "Is that the girl's name?"
"Yes. She's my age and, well, I've always liked her ever since she first came to the orphanage, but never did anything about it-I was always too nervous to talk to her much. I mean, we were friends, but that was about it."
He shifted his head into a more comfortable position on her pillowy chest, and lightly stroking his fingers over her belly, let his mind wander back to that final evening at the orphanage.
"It was my last night there, and we just sort of got together by accident. She told me that that bastard Blackburn had raped her that same day-raped her in the ass!"
"That bloody bastard!" Missus Townsend hissed through clenched teeth. She realized that that had been the same day she had gotten him to turn Eric over to her. "Anal love can be something really exciting and wonderful if it is done with love, and not a violent act on a young virgin. He...." Then a sudden new thought crossed her mind. " Was she a virgin, Eric?"
"Yeah," he murmured. "Or she was! He had never called on her before, and she'd never gotten into any trouble. I don't know what's going on, but we've got to get her out, too!"
He felt her body stiffen under him involuntarily, and he knew what she was thinking. Lifting himself off her body, he leaned over her head and looked down into her face.
"I ... you know I love you," he said quietly, reaching out to stroke her cheek, and she grabbed his hand and kissed his palm. "But the thing is, I don't know how, but I love Ellen, too. 'You've taught me so much about love and pleasure these past few days-isn't it possible for a person to love deeply with more than one person?"
Missus Townsend studied his face, gazing deeply into his wide, dark eyes. She seemed to be struggling with something inside her, and Eric saw the thin lines of a frown forming on her forehead. Then they suddenly melted away, and without a word she reached up to cup his head in both her hands. Pulling him down, she kissed him long and hard, driving her tongue into his mouth. They held the wet connection for a moment, then broke it slightly, their lips remaining only a fraction of an inch apart.
"Yes, Eric, yes. You're right! You can love more than one person, and deeply. You're not the only one who has been learning things since we've gotten together. I promise you, darling, that I'll do everything I can to get Ellen away from there and Blackburn. We'll all become one big happy ... family!"
Then, with a cry of released emotion and tension, she threw her arms around him and held him tightly to her. Eric could hear her silently sobbing into his neck, her body, lush and long, trembling under him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It had been two months since he had last seen or heard from Missus Townsend, and Blackburn was getting worried. Every time he had called she had not been in-or at least had left that message to be relayed by her help. They usually put together some kind of deal each month for extras for her films, and she always paid well enough for his finding eager young men and women that he had come to depend on that cash. He already had a new girl and boy in mind-they'd been caught fucking each other like crazy in one of the restrooms!-but after two months and no word he didn't know what to think. He needed the money, and was afraid something had happened to turn her against him. She was always a damn bitch, he thought angrily, but at least she came through in her business dealings.
And the real trouble was, she had him completely over a barrel. He couldn't try to blackmail her by threatening to go to the police about her film operation. She had not only covered herself well by staying in the letter of the law, but had more on him. She had gotten him drunk one evening at her mansion, and the next morning he had been shown a number of videotapes of him dipping his dick into three of the young ladies from the orphanage. They were all eighteen, all quite eager and willing for sex, but if that material ever became public, he would be ruined. Damn bitch!
But that wasn't the worst of it. He slammed his fist angrily down onto his desk, rattling the wood. After that last bout with that young girl-what was her name again? Eileen? No, Ellen! Yes. That was the last time he'd been able to get an erection!
He'd gotten blazing drunk, but the next day he had almost completely forgotten about it. But when he'd called in Sally Cothran, a hot pants young lady who had been involved in a number of the films-and particularly enjoyed his punishment sessions-he found he couldn't get it up. No matter what they had tried, and Sally was a sexually-versatile girl, nothing had happened.
He knew what it was-that damn bitch Townsend! He'd been trying to get into her pants for years and never got any further than he had the last time, getting to eat out her pussy. But something must have snapped that last time, bringing about his brutal rape of Ellen. Trouble was, knowing what was the trouble and doing something about it were two different things. The bitch!
His intercom buzzed noisily, bringing him out of his dark cloud. "Mister Blackburn," scratched the electronic voice. "It's Missus Townsend on line three."
"Finally!" he sighed, reaching for the phone. The moment he had it to his ear, her silken voice wafted out, all business.
"Blackburn, I'm putting together a new film package, and need some of your recruits."
"What's the deal?"
"Going to be doing this one pretty simple ... already have most of the cast put together myself. I'll only need you to supply me with one girl-I've already got my male lead." Blackburn could hear the smirk in her voice, but kept his own voice steady in reply.
"Yeah? Any specifics on the girl? You haven't used Cothran for a long time, how about...?"
"No," she interrupted. "My distributors are looking for something new. That's one of the reasons I picked up on Eric in the first place. I also have a specific girl in mind. I think you know her, Ellen Parsons?"
The mention of the young girl's name was like a kick in the stomach for Blackburn, and he let out a gasp that was clearly audible over the phone. Missus Townsend smiled in bitter amusement, glad he couldn't see her. She really had that bastard wondering now!
"P-Parsons? Why her?" he managed to stammer out.
"I've seen her around your place," she lied, "and I think she'd make a pretty good package."
"I ... I don't know if I could get her into something like this. You know how I work these ... the kids have gotta be willing." He wracked his brain as he talked, trying to figure her angle. Why Ellen specifically? he wondered. She's never asked for anyone by name before-at least, not until Eric!
"Don't give me any hassles on this one, you prick-pusher!" Missus Townsend said grimly. "Have her here by ten next Wednesday. You'll get your same fee, so don't give me any problems."
A sharp click told him the conversation was over, and as he slammed the receiver down, he muttered for the thousandth time, "Bitch!"
"Give me a hand with these lights, kid," Marvin called out, wrestling with a large spotlight on a tottering tripod stand. "You may be the star of this flick, but in this operation you double as crew, too."
Eric laughed and hurried across the room to help the man steady the lighting equipment.
They were setting up the filming gear in Helga's room for the first day of shooting, and moving and measuring for the lights, camera and sound system was proving a few hours of work. During his stay at the mansion, Eric had found out that almost every room had doubled at some time as a soundstage for the films Missus Townsend produced there. For his first time out in a film, the script called for him to make love to Ellen in the young girl's roomso they were strewing the room with dolls and lace for the right touch of innocence a young girl's room should have-and removing Helga's collection of erotic statuary!
Make love to Ellen! he thought again. Lord, but I can hardly wait to hold her again. That one night they had shared was still with him, the feel of her softly-yielding body in his arms, her warm, clasping pussy around his cock-he wanted her again. He had felt only half-complete since leaving her behind. He had Missus Townsend, and he loved her dearly, but he felt his life was unfulfilled without Ellen also.
"Quit daydreaming about that piece you're gonna be getting and hand me a screwdriver, kid," laughed Marvin. Eric started, and realized he had been standing there just staring off into space, a large smile all over his face as he remembered Ellen.
The door to the room inched open and Nanette stuck in her lovely face. "The car ... it is pulling up in front, Master Eric!"
"Awright!" he yelled happily, leaping for the door. Nanette jumped back as he burst through, heading for the stairs.
Outside, Missus Townsend was personally welcoming Ellen as she stepped out of the limo that had brought her. She was just starting to cast her experienced eye over this young girl Eric said he loved when suddenly Blackburn stepped out of the long car right behind the girl.
"What are you doing here, Blackburn!" she said angrily, her jaw tightening up. "I don't recall asking you to come along for the ride."
Ellen looked up at the face of this beautiful woman she had just met, the sound of disgust in those words a striking contrast to her beauty. And she suddenly realized why-Missus Townsend must know what happened! She felt the woman's arm go around her shoulder protectively, and she was sure then. The hate in this beautiful woman's voice was the same that Ellen herself carried for the man. But how does she know? And in the same moment that the answer came to her, so did Eric as he stepped out the front door.
"Eric!" she cried out, her face lighting up instantly. All thoughts and memories of hate and rape and pain left her as she ran toward him, and he bounded down the long front steps to her. Without breaking stride, he threw his arms around her waist and spun her around, lifting her completely off the ground as he mashed his mouth hungrily to hers. Ellen held his head tightly in her hands, holding his face to hers and eating his mouth, tasting him again with pleasure. As he slowed down his spinning, their young bodies melted together, pressing hard into each other, rubbing cunt and cock, chest and breasts together under their clothing, while never breaking the delicious contact of their mouths.
"Looks like you had more than one reason for picking Ellen, eh?" Blackburn smirked, his eyes narrowed as he watched the passionately-embracing young couple. He watched as Eric slipped his hands down Ellen's trim back to lovingly caress her sweet buttocks through her skintight jeans.
Missus Townsend ignored his remark, and didn't even turn to look at her young ward and his girl. Her eyes bored coldly into the man she hated so now. "I asked you what you were doing here, Blackburn!" she said evenly and coldly.
"Just to talk, pretty lady," he smiled back at her, seemingly unaffected by her tone. "I'm sure our young friends here have a full day of, well, I don't know if work is the right word for it, but they will be busy. I think you and I have a lot to talk over, especially about young Eric there," he added with a cold gleam in his eye.
Missus Townsend had been prepared to order him off her property, but the tone of his own voice on that final ominous comment, and something in his eyes-a hard look she hadn't ever seen before-made her pause.
"Very well, we can speak in the library. But I can only give you a little of my time."
"That's all I need ... that's all I need," he grinned, clasping his hands together eagerly.
Missus Townsend turned to the young couple, now holding one another closely and gazing quietly into each other's eyes, Ellen's hands still up, lightly stroking his hair.
"Eric, take Ellen up to the set and introduce her around. Mister Blackburn and I have some things to discuss, so go ahead and get things rolling without me. Marvin can handle it all until I get there."
With one arm tightly hugging Eric's waist, while the welcome weight of his own strong arm rested across her shoulders, Ellen oohed and aahed as he led her through the huge mansion. She had never even dreamed of such wealth existing, and was happy that Eric had found himself a home in such a grand and beautiful place.
"I don't know why Mister Blackburn brought me here today," she said, giving him an affectionate squeeze, "but I'm sure glad he did!"
Eric stopped walking and turned to face her, a frown on his handsome young face. "You mean he didn't tell you that Missus Townsend asked for you? Or tell you why?"
"Why, no," she said, still smiling sweetly. "I was really scared at first, and I thought he might try something else like ... like the last time. But now I don't care as long as I'm with you again, even if it's just for a few hours."
She leaned into his body, capturing his mouth again with hers, while rubbing her crotch suggestively against him. She could feel the welcome strength of his cock as it swelled under the fabric of his pants. "I've missed you so very, very much these past months, Eric," she whispered.
Eric pulled his mouth away from her warm moist lips and held her by the shoulders. "Ellen, I've got to tell you why you're here ... "
"I don't care...."
"No, now listen to me," he interrupted her, gripping her harder. "I don't want you to be surprised or shocked, so I'd rather you heard it from me."
"Hear what, honey?" she asked, a frown creasing her smooth forehead.
"Missus Townsend makes-well-makes adult movies here in the mansion."
"I don't under...."
"You're here today so that they can film us making love!" he blurted. He stared hard into her eyes, searching them for her first reaction. They seemed to glaze over for a moment, as if she was staring off into space and didn't even see him standing in front of her, and then she raised her hands to grasp his arms hard.
"Film us? While we ... while we make love?" she whispered, her eyes still staring off into space.
"Ellen?" he asked hesitatingly after a moment had gone by and she had neither moved nor spoken. Her total silence surprised and frightened him more than any kind of outburst might have done.
Her eyes came slowly back into focus and she looked at him. "Eric, do you ... do you truly love me?" she asked, her voice still barely above a whisper.
"Of course I do," he said, smiling, starting to pull her into his arms. But she held back from him.
"No, I want to hear you say it again. It's been months since I saw you. Before anything else, I want to hear you say it."
Eric was quiet for a few seconds, feeling the tenseness in her body as she waited for him. Then, in a voice almost as quiet as hers, he said, "I always have and always will love you, Ellen."
With a sudden release of tensions, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, her face pressed against his chest and her arms around his torso, hugging him so tightly to her that it knocked out his breath momentarily.
"That's all I wanted to hear," she said softly. "I love you so, Eric! I don't care why I'm here or what I'll do. I'm with you again, and that's all that matters in the world to me!"
"But there'll be strangers in there, watching us, watching every move we make. And the film will be seen by thousands of people." He felt like some kind of blue-nose, trying to talk her out of it. But her quick acceptance of the idea had surprised him as much as her initial silence had. He wanted to make sure that she truly did understand just what was going to be happening before it was too late to change her mind.
"That doesn't bother me, Eric. The only important thing is that I'm going to be making love to you again, after so long! I've missed you...." With a sly grin, she slid one hand down to massage the bulge at the front of his jeans.
"All right," he grinned, trembling at her touch and feeling his cock leap and lurch about, "come on then. But remember, if you get nervous about anything, tell me and we'll call the whole thing off. I don't want to do anything that would hurt you."
"I know that, Eric," she said, lifting his hand to her lips and kissing it gently. "That's why I'm not worried about this at all."
He put his arm around her narrow waist and they hurried up the huge spiraling staircase, two eager young lovers ready for their moment of ecstasy again.
As they walked arm in arm into Helga's converted room, Marvin released a low, long whistle of approval as he looked Ellen over with both the critical eye of a filmmaker and the lustful eye of a man. "I admire your taste in women, kid!"
Helga, too, gave the new young girl an appraising look. She walked up to Ellen and coolly looked her over, brushing the long hair out of the girl's face. "You are very beautiful, little Ellen," she smiled.
Ellen was slightly embarrassed by all the attention, but also felt flattered by it. Helga stepped back and crossed her arms under her massive breasts, cocking her head to one side as she continued to look Ellen over.
"Turn around slowly, please," she said matter-of-factly.
Ellen did as she was asked, slowly pivoting on her feet so that they all got a good look at her figure, packed tightly into her tight jeans and blouse. When she had turned completely back to face them, Helga and Marvin were whispering together, while Eric stood off slightly to the side, beaming happily as he watched her. He made her feel easy and safe, and the professional manner of the others helped her keep her composure.
Then Marvin spoke up, "Turn around with your back to us one more time, sweetheart."
Again Ellen turned, and heard more whispered comments behind her between the man and woman. Then Helga's voice again. "Eric, you and Ellen might want to remove your clothing now, so we can have time to let the marks they've made on your skin wear off before we start filming."
Ellen turned around as Eric walked back to her, already unbuttoning his shirt. Marvin and Helga had returned to making some last-minute adjustments with the camera equipment.
"This all seems so professional and straightforward," she said as she helped him off with his shirt. She took the opportunity to run her hands slowly over his hairless chest, lightly caressing his nipples with her fingertips. "I think I may actually have fun!" she laughed.
Eric laughed with her, reaching for the buttons of her blouse. "Fun hardly begins to describe what this is going to be!" She smiled and quickly lifted herself on tiptoes to brush her lips lovingly over his, then set about undoing the buttons of her blouse from the bottom up as Eric worked from the top down. But when she had undone the garment completely, she stopped and grabbed his hands in hers. "I ... all of a sudden I feel kind of embarrassed taking off my blouse, Eric," she whispered to him.
"Why, sweetheart?" he asked, afraid she was getting cold feet after all, and would decide not to go through with it.
"Well ... I mean...." she shrugged her shoulders toward Helga, who was busy leaning over the bed and arranging pillows. "Just look at her! I feel like a boy!"
Eric glanced at Helga and was greeted with a full view of her enormous breasts as he looked down the top of her shirt, the giant mounds of tit-flesh bouncing as she moved around at her work. He laughed softly and took Ellen into his arms, letting her blouse swing open so that her bare breasts were pushed into his own naked chest.
"You're you, Ellen, and you're beautiful! Don't let Helga get to you. She just happened to have developed a large bosom. Yours is perfectly all right. In fact, it's delicious." He leaned down and licked across one of her pink nipples, coaxing it to stiffness, then covered it fully with his mouth in a wet kiss.
"Awright you two, knock it off over there!" laughed Marvin. "Don't waste any of that energy now-we've gotta get it all on film!"
Both Helga and Eric joined in his laughter, and after a few seconds so, too, did Ellen. She shrugged off her blouse and draped it over a chair, then started on her jeans.
CHAPTER NINE
"Okay, Blackburn, make it fast," said Missus Townsend as they stepped into the library. She moved rapidly across the room and sat in an antique, high-backed chair, set up almost throne-like against one wall. A little psychological advantage never hurts, she thought humorlessly.
Blackburn gently shut the door behind him, then turned and leaned against it, studying the room. The high ceiling appeared to be supported on all sides by stack after stack of books, and the center of the room was occupied largely by a huge old carved desk, the top almost hidden under an incredible disarray of books and papers. "Do you really use all this garbage, sweetheart?" he laughed.
"Just because you have a hard time with street signs doesn't mean we all can't read, Blackburn," she said coldly. "I really have no time for this nonsense-what do you want?"
His brows came together sharply in a scowl at her cutting remarks. The bitch was always putting him down, using him! Well, damn it, his time had finally come and he was going to enjoy it!
Faking casualness, he moved to the desk and disinterestedly leafed through an open book, in actuality working his way closer toward the seated woman. Missus Townsend felt a slight shudder of revulsion pass through her as she looked at the squat man, incredibly out of place in that room of thought and intellect.
"It seems to me that you've forgotten about our rather lucrative arrangements ever since Eric moved in here with you," he said lightly, stopping at the side of the desk and looking up from the book at her.
"What of it? Just because I've come to my senses and realized what a despicable slug you are...."
She had not time to finish her insult for, with a savage snarl, Blackburn lashed out with the back of his hand, knocking her back in her chair with a stinging slap across her face. The loud crack of flesh on flesh filled the room, and she looked up at him through blurred eyes, shocked at his aggressive behavior. He had never done anything like that before, and she was suddenly frightened of him for the first time since she'd met him.
Blackburn leaned over her, his face only inches from hers, eyes wild and face contorted with rage. He held his hands up with white-knuckled fists only inches below her head, shaking slightly with his anger.
"I've taken all I'm ever again going to take of your abuse, woman! For years I've been supplying you with the young stuff from my orphanage for these little sex epics you play around with, something that you find amusing to do with all your damn money. I've taken your nonstop insults, your high-class society act, the way you've flaunted that damn body of yours at me all the time. I've put up with all that, but lady, I've got you now!"
His face still had its maniacal look, but broke out in an evil grin. He pulled away from her to sit back on the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. Missus Townsend raised one hand hesitantly to rub her stinging cheek, wiping away the tears of shock and pain, but never taking her eyes off the enraged man.
"We both know that neither one of us can go to the cops about this filming operation you've got here, since we're both pretty damn well implicated in anything it would bring out. But I've finally figured out what's going on with you and Eric, and I think I've got the edge I need on you. And I bet you know what it is, don't you-bitch!"
Missus Townsend could only close her eyes and swallow hard as fear turned her belly into a twisted knot. She knew what he was going to say, and it was something she had tried not to admit to herself.
Blackburn laughed very quietly as he watched her, then said in almost a stage whisper, "You've fallen in love with your own son, haven't you, Missus Townsend?"
"You bloody bastard!" she screamed, rising suddenly from the chair, hands out like claws as she rushed at him. But once again Blackburn swung wide with a beefy arm, this blow sending her sprawling to the floor, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I said I'll take no more from you, bitch!" he bellowed, standing over her sobbing body, his feet on either side of her legs. She looked up at him towering over her, and for the first time in their relationship, she knew he was in charge of the moment. That loss of control, of being at this madman's mercy, was terrifying.
"I really have a very simple request, you know," he continued in a voice ragged from his yelling. "No need at all to get worked up over it. I'm not asking for your money, or stocks or any of that kind of worthless trash. What I have in mind will make up for all those years of torment I've had to suffer under your holier-than-thou attitude. And you'll do it or I'll tell Eric right now that you're actually his mother."
"He ... he'd never believe you," she sobbed, one hand scratching at the thick carpet in frustration even as she said it.
"I've got the papers to prove it!" he laughed. "It doesn't matter how much money or clout your family carries. Any unwed mother who drops her child off in an orphanage goes in the records. I'm sure he'd love the story of this real-life film he's in: the unwed mother abandons her baby son at an orphanage, then returns years later, not to adopt him as her son, but to turn him into her lover!"
"You're...." she started to gasp angrily.
"Now, now" he growled, fists on his hips. "You know what happens when you try to say nasty things to me now-I get upset. And now that I've moved over into the driver's seat, it doesn't pay to get me upset."
Crouching down, he ran one hand over her long legs, sliding his fingers under her skirt and up her thigh. "You've finally given me the edge I've been looking for for so long. This doesn't involve anyone or anything else but you and me ... and your beautiful son, of course!"
Missus Townsend shuddered in revulsion as he ran his hands eagerly over her legs, his blunt fingers biting into her flesh with a tight grip.
"Be nice now, baby," he said through gritted teeth. "In fact, that's really all that I want. Isn't that simple? I'll never say a word to your precious Eric about this, and you can fuck and suck with your own son the rest of your life for all I care. All you have to do is the same thing for me!" And he suddenly shot his hand up to her groin, thrusting two fingers savagely into her unprepared cunt.
Ellen was kneeling in the center of the bed, her firm young buttocks thrusting up into the air, while Marvin fiddled around her, taking readings with his light meter. Eric was sitting on the edge of the bed while Helga stood at his side, her hand gently stroking his young cock into a strong, burning erection.
"Eric, are you sure?" Ellen asked, her eyes wide as she looked at him being jerked-off by the beautiful blonde woman.
"Baby," he replied, reaching over to stroke her cheek, "I'll always remember how you told me what Blackburn did to you, the pain and anguish I saw in your face. But I want you to forget that, to see how beautiful love-making can be, in any and all ways. He raped you, honey; no love, no tenderness. But me, well...."
Leaning over, he kissed her shoulder, earning him a smile from Ellen and a frown from Marvin as he tried to work around the two.
"I love you, too," Ellen said. "And I trust you-I know you'd never hurt me."
The two young lovers smiled at each other without another word for a moment while Helga and Marvin moved away from the bed.
"Ready, here," came Marvin's shout from across the room as he stepped behind his camera. "Camera is running, and ... action!"
Eric climbed up onto the bed with Ellen, his cock waving about in full erection. Moving around behind her, he knelt between her widespread legs. Leaning over her back, he ran his lips over the nape of her neck as he rubbed her firm round ass cheeks with a sensual appreciation that started her pussy creaming.
Looking back over her shoulder, Ellen kissed the tip of his nose and smiled at him hesitantly, nervous but also excited.
He pulled himself back erect behind her and gently pulled her ass cheeks apart, his touch loving and slow on her velvety flesh. He fingered the puckered little brown hole and a ripple passed through her young body, partly pleasure and partly remembered pain.
Releasing his grip so that her fleshy ass cheeks plopped back together, Eric reached over to a side table and picked up a glittering golden jar. Unscrewing the top he tilted it over her buttocks and poured a thick gob of perfumed oil onto the top of the crack of her trembling ass. The sudden touch of the cool, greasy fluid as it trickled slowly down along the hot crease of her tasty backside was an incredible turn-on to the young girl. She squirmed about, working the muscles of her buttocks to squeeze them together and squish the gooey juice about.
Eric rubbed her ass to loosen the tight grip she had, then used one long finger to work the thick fluid into her anus. Then, taking his palms, he spread it all over her firm ass globes, smearing them until they gleamed in the light of the spots.
He stroked his now slick and greasy hands over his hard and throbbing cock until it, too, was gleaming in the light. Then lightly grasping one side of her hips, he guided the bulbous head of his shining prick to the puckered hole of her rear entrance.
Ellen's sphincter muscles contracted automatically at the approaching fat meat-staff, but he set the head into the puckered brown opening and leaned forward, pressing in slightly to hold it there. Then he lightly stroked her trembling buttocks with his fingertips while murmuring soft words of encouragement under his breath to her.
"Make love to me, Ellen," he was almost sighing. "I love your whole body, I love you."
He slowly increased the pressure of his throbbing prick at her hot little asshole, still stroking her gently as he eased inside. Ellen closed her eyes and concentrated on the feelings coming from her twitching twat, trying to relax her anal muscles at the same time. His heated cock felt incredibly thick as it stuffed into her shit chute slowly but surely. But there was none of the tearing pain that Blackburn's ass-assault had caused, only a slightly-stuffy feeling, so she was able to relax even more, and his long and greasy prick suddenly slipped into her slick anus a few more inches.
"Oh, ummm," Ellen moaned softly, now starting to enjoy the stuffed feeling of his slow-motion ass-fucking. But she was also finding herself eager for more, wanting him to really fuck her rectum. She sighed and pushed back with her hips, shoving another two inches of his long and thick cock up her tight channel and grunting in pleasure.
Eric felt her change in response as she actively sought to fuck him back, grinning in triumph. His slow-motion screwing had him in agony, yearning to plunge hard and fast into her exquisitely-tight asshole, but he had held back until he knew she was ready.
With one swift, sudden rush he rammed his hips forward, cramming his massive cock all the way into her obscenely-stretched anal channel. Ellen cried out in delighted shock as he buried his dick balls-deep in her tight little asshole, and she could almost feel the incredibly hot prick protruding into her stomach.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Eric, lover!" she moaned and sobbed in ecstasy as she squirmed about on his pulsing cock. "Fuck me, Eric! I love it, I love your cock in my ass!"
Squeezing the butter-smooth flesh of her widespread ass cheeks, Eric kneaded and pulled them farther apart, giving quick little jerks of his cock into the glove-tight hold of her rectum.
Reaching down with one hand, he started rubbing his thumb against her dripping love button, sawing the blade of his hand back and forth in her creaming split. Ellen groaned with pleasure at his double sexual assault on her ass and cunt, and as he began sawing his cock back-and forth again, she found herself completely immersed in being ass-fucked. The slight pain she had experienced at first was fully gone, as well as her fears at reliving the experience. They were replaced now with a growing sensual pleasure. She pushed her lush hips back against his churning nuts, now actively fucking back, impaling herself on his cock again and again.
"Oooooh! I like it! It ... it feels so wild!" she sighed, squirming her ass in a rotating motion, twisting his cock around. Eric laughed and suddenly pulled quickly back, drawing his cock out rapidly from her hard clutching hole. To Ellen it felt as if he was pulling all her guts out with him in an incredibly erotic suction, and she pushed her buttery ass higher into the air, straining to keep his reaming tool captured in her hot asshole.
Eric pushed back in again and started a steady in-and-out fucking motion. And with every new stroke of his ass-violating prick, the two started losing more and more control and giving themselves over completely to the wild butt-fucking.
Eric rubbed up and down on her clit in rhythm to his thrusts into her clasping nether hole, driving two fingers hard and deep into her spasming cunt. Ellen quickly dissolved into a mist of passion, striving to reach her climactic apex.
"So good, lover," she moaned and groaned, gyrating her hips up into his insistently-fucking cock even as his own powerful thrusts became more and more demanding, cramming his hairy ball sac harder into the base of her now-sweaty ass.
"Come for me, baby," he laughed, pounding into her ass cheeks. "Come for me!" He felt like he would go crazy with desire as he looked down at their sweaty, trembling bodies, joined together by his pulsing cock-shaft. Her tightly-grasping hole, the lustful way she humped her pretty ass back to capture all of his cock, sent his mind reeling.
"Jesus God," Marvin whispered to Helga as he moved around the humping young couple, totally oblivious to his presence. "Have you ever seen anyone go at it like these two?"
Ellen was now grunting loudly with each hard penetrating jab, her backside high in the air, her face pressed into a silk pillow. She loved the feel of the throbbing meat stuffing her chocolate speedway, knowing it would soon explode to fill her with hot jism.
But before that happened, she felt her own climax suddenly explode, coming somewhere between her hard-fucked ass and fingerfucked cunt. "OOOHHHH, GOD!! I'M COMMINGGG!!!!" she shouted, then snorted and grunted like an animal in heat as a tidal wave of carnal pleasure rushed over her. Her ass swayed and bucked everywhere, threatening to dislodge Eric's massive buggering cock. But he hung on and kept plunging away at her hole. Eric could feel the spasms of her orgasm transmitted up through his cock, and her sphincter muscles contracted voraciously around his steel-hard fuck-rod. He grunted and bit his lip as he felt his own burning climax approaching.
"Damn! Move those luscious little ass cheeks, baby!" he shouted. "I'm coming! Suck the cum out of me-suck it up your tight ass!" He released his flesh-bruising grip on her hips and fell forward over her, reaming violently into her well-heated asshole and almost mashing her flat into the bed as his weight crashed down on her.
Holding himself up with his strong arms on either side of her, he put all of his weight into his groin, smashing her ass cheeks flat against him. Ellen howled with totally unbridled passion as he pumped in and out of her, never stopping, never letting up the pressure.
"Oooooo, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...." she whimpered over and over. Her young ass cheeks were becoming bruised from the sensual punishment of their hard-slamming bodies, but she didn't care.
Then Eric felt the fabulous tension building in his balls, the hot gut-wrenching churning of his nuts as they erupted like a mad volcano. His long cock jerked convulsively in the tight sheath of her greasy ass-tunnel. Ellen was literally drooling on the glossy pillow as the sensation of feeling his hard prick suddenly jerking deep within her drove her over the edge once more into orgasmic joy.
Pressing her sweat-coated tits into the bed, she shoved back, striving to ram even more of his cock into her sweet rectum, even though he was buried balls-deep. She wanted to feel her lover's hot cum blasting all the way through her, to mingle with the sweat pouring off her face. She almost passed out as she felt the first hot gobs blasting into her anus.
"I can feel it! Oh, God!! Give me your hot cum!!" she cried.
"So good! AAHHHHHH!" Eric moaned as he came and came and came. He felt there would be no end to the wads of hot cream he was shooting. He was buried to the hilt in her, his nuts nestled into the crack of her juicy cunt and the wiry hairs of his pubes rubbing her spread ass cheeks and the widely-stretched lips to her asshole.
His steaming jism squirting into her ass brought Ellen to an ecstasy that threatened to drive her crazy. Her lush body stiffened in one final, massive convulsion of pleasure, and he cried out as he slammed into her one final time.
Then he collapsed on top of her, the strength suddenly gone from his arms, pressing her flat to the sweat-and cum-soaked bed sheets.
"And ... CUT!" rang out Marvin's voice, as Helga laughed and clapped, crying "Author! Author!"
Eric looked up in a daze, having forgotten all about the other two people, the camera and the lights in the midst of his glorious fuck into Ellen's tight ass. He slipped down slightly on Ellen's back, letting his long cock slide out of her butt with a loud plop. She rolled over on her back underneath him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately.
"Thank you, Eric! Thanks you for showing me how beautiful anal sex can be when you love someone," she smiled up warmly at him.
"After that session, I think you two should take a break," said Marvin, switching off a few of the hot lights. "I know my camera would melt if we tried anything like that again too soon. I've never seen anyone go at it like you two!"
"You heard the little lady, Marvin," laughed Eric. "It takes real lovers to show you what real love-making is all about."
"Well, why don't you two lovers go find Missus Townsend and let her know what's happening while we set up for the next scene," suggested Helga as she began stripping the wet sheets off the bed, tumbling the two teenagers off in the process.
Marvin looked up from behind the camera. "Yeah, I wonder why she wasn't here for this first shooting. I know she wanted to be in on things when Ellen and Eric got it on for the first time here. Hope nothing's wrong."
"Oh God, no! Get off of me!!"
Blackburn just laughed and thrust his hips forward again, ramming his fat cock once more into Missus Townsend's cunt. After all those years of teasing and playing, he was fucking her, ramming into her pussy! The sheer satisfaction of that thought was almost as good as the pleasure of her tight twat. Almost.
This was why he hadn't been able to get it up since raping Ellen. It had all come down to his overpowering need to take this woman, to finally get her body to himself. In his frenzy to tear her clothes off, he had forgotten all about his impotence, but his cock had risen long and fat at the sight of her body twisting helplessly under him.
He lay heavily atop her on the floor of the library, her skirt bunched up around her waist, and his pants and underwear shoved down to his ankles. She was fighting him, beating on his back, striking his head, and twisting her own face from side to side to avoid the touch of his drooling lips. But he had penetrated her pussy with his raping cock, and to Blackburn it didn't matter what she tried. He had won.
Missus Townsend had never been so disgusted with the sexual act. She had made love to more men than she could now remember, in countless different ways, always enjoying it, the give-and-take of pleasure. But this sickening pervert had reduced all those passionate moments into a mechanical slamming of his prick into her agonized cunt. His weight was heavy on her chest, his breath hot and smelly from too many years of cigarettes. She had never really thought that rape was possible, but that was before she realized that it wasn't a true sexual act, but an act of violence that just happened to involve sex. This wasn't lovemaking ... it was a brutal beating.
She wanted no part of him, but found she was powerless to stop his violation of her body. The thought of what might happen if Eric ever knew the truth about her kept her from fighting back completely, from throwing him away. Blackburn knew she couldn't really fight back, and reveled in it, ramming his long prick back and forth, taking his pleasure as much from her helplessness as the physical contact with her long-sought cunt.
She railed against his cock, trying to twist about and rid her body of his violating shaft. But with each lunge of her hips, she only brought him greater pleasure as he kept her pinned to the floor.
"You're stuck, bitch!" he hissed between clenched teeth, grinding his wiry groin hairs down to her bruised and battered cunt lips, his wildly-throbbing cock in to the limit. "We're going to have these little sessions a couple of times a week from now on, bitch!"
"You bastard!" she moaned, then spat at him. Her saliva hit his cheek and drooled down onto his neck. But he only laughed and savagely thumped down with a series of quick, staccato bursts of his huge cock, bumping her naked ass brutally on the floor.
"Who knows?" he grinned evilly, digging his fingers painfully into her shoulders as he sought to penetrate her pussy even deeper, "You might even get to like it!"
Missus Townsend stared over his heaving shoulders, her eyes darting about the room. Realizing she didn't have the strength to fight him off-even if she had the will to do so-she resolved grimly to simply lie there and let him do as he wanted with her. He may have finally been able to get her body, but she'd be damned sure he was only fucking a rag doll.
She glanced quickly about, searching for something to concentrate her gaze on, and ignore the incessant pounding of his cock as he grunted and sweated toward his orgasm. Her bright green eyes had just swept over the door to the hallway when it suddenly swung open!
"Missus Townsend, Ellen and I were...." Eric stopped a pace into the room, his hand still on the doorknob. Both he and Ellen were clad in short robes, and the young girl gripped his shoulder with painful strength as she looked around from behind him, her eyes wide with fear. Blackburn here in this house, and again forcing himself on a woman!
"Ooooohh, God!" cried Ellen in a tiny whisper, trembling all over. Eric's eyes were locked on the struggling bodies on the floor, not even aware of Ellen's fingers digging deep into his shoulder. Blackburn's ass stuck high in the air as he shoved down relentlessly into Missus Townsend's squirming body. Looking at her face he saw tears flowing down her cheeks as the man huffed and puffed over her, still unaware of the young couple's presence.
"Eric, oh God, please, no...." Missus Townsend mumbled, knowing there was no escape from the sudden nightmare things had tumbled into.
"You BASTARD!" screamed Eric, leaping into the room, his face contorted with rage. He grabbed Blackburn's shoulders and yanked him off of Missus Townsend's body. She cried out in pain as his deeply-imbedded cock was torn from her, and the older man, shocked at the sudden intrusion, stumbled and fell to the carpet, tripped up by his tangled clothing. He looked up angrily to see Eric advancing toward him, hands clenched into hard fists.
"Now hold on, boy!" he exclaimed, trying to sound angry, but a note of fear creeping into his voice. "The lady and I were just having a friendly little fuck here, and you've no right to...."
But Eric wasn't even listening. All he could hear was the pounding of his blood in his ears as his anger swelled within him. He glanced to one side to see that Missus Townsend had curled herself up into a ball, sobbing loudly, her whole body shaking. Turning back to Blackburn, he saw the man's dripping cock already drooping as fear took hold.
Pivoting suddenly on his left foot, Eric lashed out hard with his right leg and struck the whining man full in the chest, knocking him back into the wall with a loud crash, and sending books and papers flying in the collision. His hands still knotted into fists, he advanced toward the cowering figure.
"Call him off, woman! Call him off!" Blackburn's voice was a high whine as he held his hands before himself in a feeble attempt to ward off the avenging youth.
Ellen had clung hesitantly to the door after Eric had rushed into the room, but now hurried to Missus Townsend's side and put her arms protectively around the sobbing woman, turning her face to gaze with pure hatred at the rapist.
Eric grabbed Blackburn's hands by the wrists and squeezed hard as he pulled him to his feet, Blackburn's face contorted with the pain shooting up his arms.
"I'll tell him!" he whined. "I'll tell him everything, dammit!"
Eric's grip loosened slightly for a second in confusion. Tell him what? What the hell did this monster have up his sleeve now?
Blackburn felt the slight release of pressure, and gathering up what shreds of courage he had left, stared defiantly into the youth's face. "Did you know that this woman you've been merrily fucking and sucking with these past months, the woman who in fact seduced you, is actually your mother?"
Eric stared at the man in silence for a moment, then his face pulled into an angry frown. "NO!" he shouted, convulsively gripping hard again so that Blackburn again cried out in pain. But confusion also played across the young man's face, and he half-turned toward the two women crouched on the floor, not knowing what to say.
"Ask her then!" Blackburn hissed between painfully-clenched teeth, slowly sinking to his knees as he struggled to free himself from Eric's strong hands.
Eric released him and the man fell in a heap to the floor, rubbing his wrists gingerly and watching closely the scene about to be played out.
The teenage boy reached down and pulled Ellen gently away from Missus Townsend, dropping to his knees in front of the sobbing woman. He gently lifted her head up, staring into her wet eyes, looking deeply.
"Just tell me it's a lie, that it's another trick he's trying," he said quietly, staring into her face. After a few seconds he added in a tiny voice, pleading against the suddenly-dawning truth, "Please?"
Missus Townsend reached up one hand to touch his cheek, then with a gasping sob and cry of despair, buried her face in her own hands and fell away from him to the floor again.
Eric stood up slowly, his eyes wide and unfocused. For a dozen seconds, the room was still as he stood staring off into space, the stillness broken only by the convulsive sobbing of Missus Townsend and the whimpers of pain from Blackburn as he massaged his wrists, still glowing red from the pressure of Eric's fingers. Ellen crouched at Eric's feet, looking up at him in confusion.
"Eric?" she asked softly, touching his leg gently.
A tremor shook his whole body and he suddenly threw back his head. "NO! NO! NO!" he shouted to the ceiling. Then turning, almost stumbling over the terrified girl below him, he ran from the library, his heavy footfalls echoing down the hallway. Missus Townsend looked up suddenly and called out loudly after the retreating young man, "I love you, Eric! I love you!!" Then, her head sank back to her chest.
Blackburn leaned against the wall, his flaccid cock across one thigh and his pants and underwear still bunched around his ankles. He started to giggle. "Love? Woman, you love anything with a cock!"
Missus Townsend lifted her head again, her cheeks wet with tears, and stared across the room at him. Slowly her brows drew together as she raised herself more erect from her slumped position. When she spoke, her voice was cold and even, with only a hint of the dreadful malice she felt at the end of the words.
"Blackburn, that was it. You played your trump, and now you've got nothing to hold over me. I want you out of my home, and out of my life."
She rose shakily to her feet, smoothing her clothing down as she stood proudly erect. Reaching out her hand to Ellen, she smiled down at the frightened young girl and helped her up, holding her close to her side, protectively.
"This child has suffered enough of your abuse, and she will be staying here as of this moment. My lawyers will complete all the needed arrangements. Don't give them any trouble."
An involuntary tremor shook her body and she held Ellen closer to her for a moment, then finished in the same even tone, "And if I ever see you again, I'll kill you for what you've done. That's no idle threat. Now get out of here!"
Blackburn clawed awkwardly to his feet, his mouth gaping open. He knew this woman, knew the power she controlled with her money. And she was right-he had played his last card. He no longer had any control over her at all. Fumbling to raise his pants, he stumbled to the door and out of the library, his every move followed by two pairs of eyes-one fearfully still, but the other proud and angry, and no longer scared.
Missus Townsend hugged the young girl to her, smoothing her hair and making small calming cooing sounds. "It's all right now, Ellen. You'll never have to see that horrible man or that place again."
The young girl raised her head to look into the beautiful woman's face, her young eyes wide with wonder.
"Are you ... are you really Eric's mother?" she whispered.
Missus Townsend sighed slightly, then stroked Ellen's chin with one hand and smiled. "Yes, dear, I am. I never intended for things to turn out like this, but it doesn't appear there is much I can do now."
She guided Ellen across the room to a long couch, where she swept off a few papers at one end for them to sit down. She held the young girl's hands in her lap.
"I might as well tell you the whole story, Ellen. Since Blackburn has opened it up, I need to get it all out of me after all these years."
Her eyes took on a faraway look, and Ellen felt that she was suddenly seeing someone from long ago.
"I've spent my entire life in this place. It was a bit different when I was a child, but it was my home. I was even born here, rather than in a hospital. I sometimes wonder how I ever made it to this world; my parents were always so strict and cold, never seeming to show any emotion or physical attraction for each other. That's probably why I never had any brothers or sisters. My parents had a child to maintain the proper balance of a family, but that was all."
She sighed in sadness as she thought of her youth, and squeezed Ellen's hands lightly. "There really was never any touching in my family. My mother really never raised me, just an endless series of nannies and private tutors. I spent most of my time within the confines of the mansion and grounds. My parents were very strict when I was growing up, and wouldn't even let me go out on my own into the city. There was always a servant to accompany me, with strict instructions not to let me out of sight.
"I never had any boyfriends, or really any friends at all. But when I was eighteen, they hired a new gardener to work on the estate. All the servants had always been either middle-aged or elderly, but this was a young man my own age. His name was Michael, and I fell in love with him instantly. I found every excuse I could to be outside to watch him work, and I could see him watching me, too.
"Well, anyway, to make a long story short, after a few months we admitted our mutual attraction to one another. I had more time to myself as long as I was on the mansion grounds, and one cool spring day he took my virginity in the bathhouse."
She smiled happily, and her eyes again took on the distant look as she moved back into her memories. "I'll never forget that day as long as I live. The gentleness of his hands, his beautiful young body, the way he cried out when he came inside me, and my own joy at my first orgasm. It was a beautiful, beautiful experience."
Missus Townsend was silent for a moment as she let her mind linger on those memories of her first lover, then went on with her story. "We made love almost every day after that, whenever and wherever we could. This went on for two long wonderful months, but then one day my father discovered us. We were in my room on the second floor, a place we rarely went. But that day my parents were supposed to have been gone all day-my mother on a shopping trip, and my father at his office downtown.
"But my father happened to return home in the afternoon, and he must have heard us inside when he passed by my door. He flung the door open, and I can still remember the shock and horror on his face as he rushed into the room, seeing us on the bed.
"Michael had a beautiful young cock, and I had learned all about oral love from him. When my father burst in, I was lying between Michael's legs with his cock deep in my mouth, and that really sent my father into a berserk rage."
She frowned and caught her breath, then went on. "He ... he dragged us both off the bed, yelling and screaming, and I was screaming in terror, and the whole thing was so confusing. He actually threw Michael out the window in his rage, and then turned on me and beat me until I passed out, calling me a 'whore' the whole time. I was as shocked by his anger as I was by the pain of his beating. My parents had never exhibited any really strong emotions of any kind, and I didn't know he had so much hate inside of him.
"Michael only had some cuts and bruises, since there were a number of large bushes under my window. But he was immediately kicked off the grounds, and I never saw him again. My father pretended like nothing had happened later-not the beating, or my affair with Michael. It was like he had wiped it completely from his memory. But a few months later, when my stomach started swelling, he had to face it again."
Missus Townsend smiled sadly and shook her head. "Neither Michael nor I had known anything about birth control. We only knew that what we were doing was natural and felt good. Michael was as innocent as ... well, as innocent as Eric at that age.
"I was terrified at first when my belly began to bulge, but I was lucky enough that my father took me to a rather kind doctor, who set me straight on a lot of things about sex. My mother and father agreed, without talking to me or even letting me know about it, that the child should be placed immediately in an orphanage when it was born. So, two days after I gave birth, my baby son-a true love baby if there ever was one-was handed over to the care of an institution. I swore then to myself that some day I would get him back."
Ellen cocked her head, puzzled, to one side. "But ... but you've taken him back as a ... a lover, not a son. And what about Mister Townsend?"
"I know, I never planned for things to turn out this way," Missus Townsend said quietly. "Over the years I never had a chance to even see him as he grew up-I never even knew if he had been adopted or not. When both my parents died in an accident when I was twenty-seven, I returned to this mansion. I had my name changed legally to Missus Townsend then. Townsend had been Michael's last name, and I still loved him deeply-still do. I've tried to find him ever since, but I've had no luck.
"When I'd first left home, I had immersed myself in sensual pleasures, trying to make up for all those years under the puritanical thumb of my parents. I acquired a real taste for sexual delights, and with my vast inheritance I could afford to indulge my whims, as with the films I make.
"When I moved back, I had hoped to get Eric returned, but was always held back by fear of how he would react to knowing that he had been abandoned at birth. It hadn't been my fault, but I didn't know if he would understand that, and I was afraid to take the step and find out."
Rising from the sofa, Missus Townsend walked over to the tall windows and looked out over the rolling green grounds. "I was finally able to work up the nerve to at least go to see him, to get him here on the pretext of working as my gardener. I was shocked when I saw him, as he is the perfect image of his father. And my heart went out to him.
"After a few weeks, I couldn't control myself any longer. It was like Michael all over again, watching him working in the gardens, his body young and untouched.
"Something came over me, I don't know what," she dropped her head, closing her eyes. "I set up everything the same as it was when I first made love to his father. But in this case I would be taking his virginity rather than he mine. It all seemed so natural at the time, and I still feel no guilt over it," she added, again raising her head, her eyes blazing defiantly. "What the two of us did was a natural outgrowth of our feelings.
"But now, after all that's just happened...." the fire died in her eyes again, "I don't know what he'll think of me."
A sudden sharp gasp from Ellen caused Missus Townsend to turn from the window to see the young girl staring at the door. There stood Eric, his eyes red and his face streaked with tear-tracks, but with a smile growing on his countenance.
"How ... how long have you been there?" Missus Townsend stammered out, leaning back against the windowsill and raising her hand to her throat.
"Long enough," he said, swallowing hard and sniffling back a last tear, but still beaming warmly.
"In the time I've known you," he said, stepping into the room, "I've learned a lot about what love is. About how it goes far beyond simple physical attraction."
He reached out his hand to Ellen, who rose from the sofa to grasp it. "Both you and Ellen have meant more to me these past few months than anything else in my whole life. I've felt both wanted and needed, just as I've wanted and needed you."
He turned to look at Ellen. "I love you, Ellen," he smiled, then kissed her gently before turning back to the older woman. "And ... and I love you, too, Mother."
Missus Townsend's face trembled for a second, then broke out in a joyous smile as tears once again began to fill her eyes. She rushed across the room to him.
"Eric! Oh, Eric!" The three people became a mass of hugging, sobbing, laughing, and kissing bodies as all of their pent-up emotions and troubles were released at once.
Eric took his mother's face in his hands and gently kissed her as he had Ellen, then harder as they thrust their tongues into each other's mouth.
"Our love started with the physical," he said as he broke off the kiss. "And I don't see any reason for some kind of moral taboo to stop that. We're still the same people we were this morning." He hugged her to him, his hand dropping to cup one of her buttocks, and grinding his groin into hers.
Missus Townsend had tears streaming down her face again, but these were of happiness. Her smile was wide as she put an arm around his shoulder, while with the other, she hugged Ellen in tightly to them both.
"We'll be a whole family again," she cried joyfully. "You and I and this beautiful young girl you've found for yourself. Maybe, between the three of us, we can put enough love into this mansion to make up for all the years of superstition and fear that filled it before."
