Andy turned beetroot. His goddess had actually spoken to him! He stuttered and stammered and mumbled something about having to get to work.
"Come with me, young man," said Anne de Winter, owner, manager and guiding light of the de Winter Advertising Agency, a highly successful Brisbane based firm which had offices in Melbourne and Sydney as well as London and Hong Kong.
She led the way into her sumptuous suite of offices on the top floor of the building in which she leased four full floors of space. She seated herself behind her huge desk and stared up at the boy standing opposite it. "Now, what is your name, young man and what do you do here?"
Again the slight young man stammered and stuttered but this time he managed to articulate a few words of explanation: "I'm Andy Sharp, Miss de Winter. And I am the mail boy...."
"I see." The tall, very beautiful but somewhat imperious looking woman looked him up and down. She liked what she saw ... Obviously or she wouldn't have wasted her time summoning him into her office. She did not usually waste her precious time on junior staff.
Andy was quite small. Around five feet six, she judged. And although he looked slim she noted he had a good figure and was graceful in his movements. But it was his face which had caught her attention that and the expression on it-an expression she knew to be abject adoration. She had been intrigued....
Now as she looked him over she had time to appreciate the fair skin-quite smooth and glabrous-it looked to her as if he had not even had his first shave yet-and so wonderfully clear ... A real peaches and cream complexion.
His eyes were big and blue and so limpid they seemed to be permanently awash with tears.
His hair was ash-blonde and very fine. So fine it wafted about his head as he walked and a few strands were always falling down over his eyes despite his constant habit of brushing them away with his hands.
"How old are you Andy? Fifteen? Sixteen?"
"Eighteen," he said proudly.
"Really? You, er, look much younger...."
His face fell and he looked down at the floor ashamedly. That was the worst thing she could have said to him. She realized her error and tried to make amends. "But I think you are very handsome, young man ... And you will soon develop, I am sure...."
She wondered why she had brought him in here. She didn't really have anything to say to him. It was just his beauty which had struck her at a time when she was vulnerable.
The truth was she had just broken off her engagement to Charles and she was in the blues. Charles McKay (you know the Mackays of Brisbane) had been her fianc' for nearly twelve months and she had considered him a real catch.
She was incredibly wealthy. At thirty-five, she had built up, solely by her own efforts, a vast Advertising business and she was highly respected in the field. But she was 'new-rich' and not therefore acceptable in the salons of Brisbane-or Sydney or
Melbourne ... Charles had given her the entree she so desired but now she had discovered he had been two-timing her and she had broken it all off.
Her friends had been sympathetic but she had sworn off all men-for ever, she told herself....
She had stood before her own mirror-and known she was beautiful. She matter-of-factly told herself she could have any man she wanted but now she would disdain them all.
She had smiled at herself. When she did this, her face was radiant and her own gleaming, golden-blonde hair circled a face which was naturally beautiful. It was oval and its features quite perfect. A smallish mouth, nose straight and slim, eyes wide and big and brown, skin clear as honey and just lightly tanned.
She had never had to use make-up and she knew herself to be very lucky with what she had inherited from her wrong-side-of-the-tracks parents (whom she had now set up in ease and comfort on the right side of the tracks).
She was tall. Five feet nine and her body was an artist's dream. Not too voluptuous but perfectly proportioned. She had smallish but full and very upstanding breasts which needed no artificial support-even at age thirty-five. Her belly was flat and her waist still as slim as it had been when she was a teenager. Her hips swelled-but not excessively and her buttocks was also small and more boyish than was usual in a beautiful woman. Her thighs were firm without a hint of cellulite which had started to accumulate in legs of other women of her age.
Naked she was a true goddess.
Clothed she still looked wonderful.
It was no wonder Andy had been smitten.
He was an excessively shy boy. There was nothing wrong with him so far as his desires went. He dreamed of beautiful women as did other boys of his age but unlike them, he was too shy and too scared to do anything about it. He had never had a girl-friend really-he had always found it extremely difficult even to talk to them, he wondered if it had something to do with his slow development.
He didn't shave yet. He didn't even have much to show down there. Just a slight coloring which was the first sign of his budding pubic hair. And of course there was no hair anywhere else on his body either. He was always ashamed in the locker-room after sports and swimming and hid himself from the other boys as much as he could. All of them-at least those of his age had long had under-arm and pubic hair and some even sprouted a few hairs on their chests and bellies.
It wasn't fair, he thought. Why should he be so backward? He certainly wasn't backward in his dreams. And his cock responded....
He didn't distinguish the fact that his penis and testicles had grown quite normally as his body grew. It happened slowly and he didn't notice it. But he did notice the difference between himself and other boys-their bodies had begun to coarsen as they turned into men. His had stayed like a boy's-and he didn't like it. It didn't once occur to him that women might find him the more attractive simply because he was so young-looking.
He used to watch the beautiful women he met on his way home from school-and then dream about them-and take other action usual in developing boys ... And when he started work at the de Winters Agency he had had even more opportunity to observe the wonderful women of Brisbane.
He had no illusions about himself. He came from a very ordinary house. His father was a bookkeeper who had worked for the same firm all his life, had never had promotion and wasn't likely to. He was a colorless man who had followed a simple unchanging routine all his life and would continue to do so for the remainder of it. His wife was a gray woman who was almost a mirror image of her husband.
They loved Andy in their drab way-he had been a change-of-life baby-his mother had by then long given up the hope of having any children and she had been forty-three when he was born. Now, she and her husband were both sixty-one.
They exerted little influence on him although he was not likely to move outside the sterile and so bleak existence they followed ... He simply didn't have the drive to pull himself out of the rut in which they had existed all their lives.
Andy wasn't even aware he was handsome. He was not vain and rarely looked at himself in the mirror other than to comb his hair. He had never even stood naked in front of it and flexed his muscles to admire their enhanced shape (he didn't like to be reminded of his lack of body hair).
If he had, he would have discovered he had a pleasing body. Not highly muscular because he had not spent hours at any particular sport to develop them, but slim, without fat and nicely shaped.
Acting on a whim, Anne de Winter asked the boy to her home for dinner the following evening....
He blushed again. He had never even been out with a girl alone let alone anyone like this goddess who he had admired from afar ever since he had been employed here some twelve months ago. And now she-the big boss-was actually asking him to her home-and for dinner.
"Well?" she said but she tempered it with a smile-and his face reddened even more.
"Er, yes, thank you Miss de Winter...."
He had no idea what to do-how he should behave in her presence; whether he should take her a present. What to wear. How to respond to her when in her house ... But he was determined to go.
His parents had disapproved of his visiting his employer's house as a guest but their disapproval was mild and once said was left behind. They simply went back to their reading of the evening paper and their knitting, forgetting about their only son's date with his boss in the regularity of their evening....
He took his best suit to work and changed into it after he finished. He had carefully looked up where she lived and how to get there by public transport.
Seven o'clock she had said and promptly at seven on the dot he rang the bell at the big wooden gate in the high wall at the street entrance to the house.
He had been impressed with all the houses in this locality which he had never visited before. His parents lived in a somewhat seedy if not actually disreputable suburb and the rarefied atmosphere of the upper crust suburbs had so far been a mystery to him.
The house at number ninety-seven was enclosed in a high brick wall and looking at it from the opposite side of the street he could see it must enclose huge grounds-to him anyway. Above the wall he could see trees-eucalypts as well as elms and firs and other English trees. And in the distance, set far back from the road, the roof of a large, double-storied house.
The gate opened and an old man admitted him upon his identifying himself and then pointed him in the direction of the house which he could now see through the trees and across the sweeping green lawns and colorful garden beds.
It was old but in beautiful condition as was the immaculate garden he now walked across to reach the front door. To his left and right he saw a sweeping yellow gravel drive which came from the side gates right up to the front door inside a large portico.
It took him but a few moments to reach the door which was opened by a thin angular woman in black. Her hair-as black as the dress she wore was pulled back from her bony, yellowish face and tied in a bun behind her head.
"You are the boy Sharp?" she said in a voice as dry as rustling paper.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied and she ushered him silently inside the house.
He had been amazed at the garden-the expanse and the beauty of it-after the small plot of grass surrounded by a few asters and marigolds at front and the vegetable garden at back of his father's house ... But when he saw the inside of this house he truly gasped.
The front hall was almost baronial in its dimensions. It ran the full height of the house and against the back wall a grand staircase ran up from the middle, split in two and went up sideways then turned and reached up to the gallery which ran around the second floor. It was paneled in a wood which gleamed dully in the light of the crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the hall. On the walls hung painting which were obviously valuable-even to Andy's unpracticed eye.
The ultra severe-looking housekeeper showed him into a room at the front of the house and announced him. "Mr Sharp, Madam."
"Thank you Miss Smithers. Come in Andy. Sit here opposite me by the fire ... Would you care for a drink?"
Miss Smithers had smiled to herself as she closed the door on her mistress and the strange guest she had brought home ... She had not liked Anne's foray into the world of high society ... She did not want any man coming here to give her orders ... She had run this house ever since Anne de Winter had bought it-and hired her some five years ago to manage it for her. She was sixty-three years old now and she didn't want any upstart man coming into her life ... But a boy, now that was different.
She had eagerly accepted her mistress' advice that this boy was coming to dinner. She would have to see what she could do....
Andy declined the drink. He didn't. Neither of his parent ever touched it and he had never been involved with other boys of his age who had wanted to try.
"Well make yourself comfortable then ... Now, tell me about yourself...."
He stuttered and stammered his way through a semi-incoherent description of his unexciting life, his schooling and his parents and their small home but all the time his eyes roved from the image of his goddess sitting opposite him in the deep winged armchair covered in pale green brocade-to the splendor of the room with its Persian carpets on polished floor, and a tasteful array of very old and very expensive furniture, arranged around the big room.
He thought his parents whole house would probably fit into this one room....
Anne led him on, making him feel at ease and drawing him out of himself. She found herself surprised that she was making the effort ... She still didn't understand her own motives in asking him here but she knew she was glad she had.
She had also been surprised at Miss Smithers reaction. She had been a little wary about telling her, thinking she would be more than a little reproving that her employer was 'cradle-snatching' as it were ... Not that she was frightened of her housekeeper. Not at all. She was very definitely the boss here as at work but still....
Andy began to relax. He worshiped the very ground Miss de winter walked on and while he had been terrified at the thought of coming here, he would not have refused for anything. Now he found she was not going to eat him up, he opened up more, telling her he had never had a real girlfriend ... oh no, he wasn't gay, just shy....
Miss Smithers announced dinner and Anne led the way into the dining room, another masterpiece in architecture and tasteful home decoration. Anne sat at the head of the long walnut table and Andy was seated to her right. The places had been laid with real silver and beautiful old Stuart crystal.
The meal was served on the purest white bone china edged in real gold ... And it was something quite special. Certainly not like any meal Andy had ever had in his life before....
The soup was cold and was wonderfully tasty-but he had no idea what it was and he didn't like to ask.
It was followed by an entree of grilled mornay Morton Bay bugs-possibly the most delicious of all the crustaceans. The main course was stuffed quail and the final course a rich dessert of chocolate kahlua mousse cake....
He sipped experimentally at the wine which was poured into a fresh glass at each course while Anne smiled benignly at his efforts to follow her lead in the etiquette of dining in such formality.
Their plates were served by a girl in black with white starched frilly collar and cuffs. A most attractive girl with curly brown hair, dimples in her pink cheeks and a small turned up nose. Miss Smithers hovered in the background watching the girl like a hawk to see everything was done properly.
Andy was still nervous. He still had no more idea than Anne did herself why he was there ... But he enjoyed the dinner-and being in the presence of his goddess.
After it was over, Anne drove him home in her Daimler. She did not ask him not to talk about his visit to her home to his co-workers. But he wouldn't anyway. He was not especially friendly with any one of them. Not enough to share confidences with anyway ... But even if he had been this was something he wanted to cherish in his heart. He wasn't going to share it with anyone....
His parents were in bed when he let himself into the house but he poked his head into their room to say goodnight. They asked if he had had a nice time and when he said he had, they were satisfied, bid him goodnight and went to sleep.
*****
The days passed.
Anne did not send for him again although he saw her in the distance from time to time. He did not dream of taking advantage of her generosity in inviting him to her home. He thought she had merely taken a passing imagine to him and had indulged herself ... Not for a moment did he dream she might ever repeat the invitation....
For that matter neither did she.
She had enjoyed the night. She knew Andy was naive in many ways. A true callow youth and she had been pleased to bring him out of his shell just a little that night. She did not think-then-of repeating the offer however....
But Miss Smithers did.
During the course of the evening she had taken a imagine to the shy young man and she had determined on a course of action which she hoped would see a major change in their household.
She worked carefully.
Anne didn't even realize where the-at first-oblique comments about Andy were heading. Not for a while. But Miss Smithers was heading her mistress towards adopting the boy ... And by the time Anne understood what the little asides were all about, she too was hooked.
Yes. It might be interesting. He was so young-for all his eighteen years. She could teach him so much. It would be a real Pygmalion affair.
She invited him to dinner again.
He accepted eagerly although he tried to hide his eagerness. And over dinner she told him of her plan....
It didn't occur to him to question it. Anything this wonderful woman-who was so soft to him at the house and yet had such a reputation for her hardheaded business sense at the office-wanted, he would have agreed to.
"And your parents, Andy? Would you like me to talk to them?"
"Yes, please, Miss de winters ... " He had been a trifle worried about facing them with his decision. He knew they would not approve, he had a station in life and he should not seek to rise above it ... And certainly not in the house of a single woman ... It all sounded quite unsuitable ... He could just hear them....
Accordingly she came around to his house the next Saturday. He had told them she wished to talk to them ... but not what it was about.
What she put to them was so logical. So obviously good for the boy, they could not refuse to approve. They had their doubts still but her charm and her persuasive powers talked them around.
She took him with her that day.
There was no need of clothes, she said. She would supply his needs in that direction. Neither did he need toiletries ... He could come just as he was....
Oh yes. He could come back to see them once a month but no more often since she wished to begin his 'education' immediately and it would take up a great deal of his spare time....
He sat beside her in the Daimler in a state of great excitement. He wasn't proud of his new status.
It wouldn't have occurred to him to feel pride. He was just elated that she had chosen him to live with her ... That was as far as his thoughts went. He didn't think it through. He didn't question her motives ... being ingenuous himself he saw-and could see-no evil in others....
Not that she had evil intentions towards him ... but they were not totally altruistic either. If she had delved down inside her mind she would have known it to be so.
Anne was an intensely sexual person. She needed sex. And she took it. Before Charles there had been casual acquaintances: Tennis and swimming stars. Others in her own circle. She had even tried an escort boy once-and had been disappointed. He had had a great body but he didn't know the first thing about finesse when it came to sex itself....
She was going to bed this boy....
Not now. Not perhaps for a long time but she was going to do it-after she had trained him to be what every woman really wanted-the perfect male: the perfectly groomed and mannered companion; possessed of the ideal physique; able to converse on any subject with ease and facility; able to carry himself with grace and aplomb ... And above all, armed with a sexual ability second to none.
She had the money and the means to do all this and she was sure the boy was the perfect subject.
To hell with all the Charles'. She would make her own perfect man....
Some of this-the basics anyway-she explained to Andy as she drove them back across the city. He listened in excited eagerness. Just being with her was all he wanted but if she had plans for him well and good. He didn't mind....
Back at the house, he was introduced to the rest of the staff: Apart from Miss Smithers and Pearl the housemaid, there was Cook-he never heard her called anything else-and James the outdoor man.
Pearl was always smiling and her dimples showed through constantly ... Cook was not as dour as the angular Miss Smithers but she was not as friendly as Pearl either.
James was a young man of the same age as Andy. But he was much bigger. He was six feet tall and quite muscular in a lean way. He had dark curly hair and brown eyes. He was handsome and also smiled a lot and Andy took an instant liking to him-just as he had to Pearl.
Anne took him up the grand staircase to his room on the second floor. It was a pleasant airy room and inside the wardrobes she showed him a vast array of brand new clothes which included underwear, ties, socks and all the rest ... It all fitted perfectly and it was expensive-and in impeccable taste.
"I want you to try some of them on, Andy. But first you must be bathed...."
"Must be bathed?" he spluttered. "Yes. Now don't be tiresome, Andy. Miss Smithers and I will be bathing you regularly to see you are properly clean ... Please take off your clothes...."
He looked at her in confusion. Even his mother had not seen him undress since he was a little boy.
Anne stood there with her arms folded and the dour housekeeper was just behind her. They both looked quite determined and short of leaving this wonderful house and the women he adored, he could see no way out of his dilemma.
He blushed crimson but slowly took off his coat and then his top. Perhaps he had gotten himself into more than he had bargained for? he wondered.
He removed his shoes, placing them carefully under the bed as he always had.
Then he pulled his shirt out of his pants and began to unbutton it.
Anne watched, devouring his body as it was slowly revealed to her.
He was so exquisite. His flesh so young and smooth. She noted the lack of hair under his arms and smiled to herself. Perfect. He looked like a pre-adolescent boy although she knew very well he was eighteen years old....
Ah yes, she thought as she surveyed his now naked torso, just look at that honey gold chest with the two pink aureoles and the tiny nubs of flesh.
So smooth and creamy....
She had to resist the urge to reach out and touch. Good things come to those who wait, says the adage. Well, she could wait-and she would ... for a few minutes anyway.
Andy undid the waist band of his pants and then zipped the zipper down to reveal the front of his underpants-a pair of old-fashioned Y-fronts which came up to his waist.
They would be burned with the rest of his clothes, Anne thought to herself. From now on he would be wearing nothing but silk underpants against his skin. And they would be the briefest of brief bikinis....
He stepped out of the trousers and folded them as he had every other item ... She admired his tidiness.
He took off his socks, folded them and then he stood up in just his Y-fronts.
He turned away from the two watching ladies, now his upper chest and neck as red as his face.
"Turn around, Andy. You must learn to have no secrets from us here ... Besides, you have a beautiful body. You must learn not to be ashamed of it...."
He looked down at his near naked flesh. He hadn't ever thought of it as beautiful. Was it?
Then he looked up again. Both the ladies were obviously pleased by the sight of him but he still felt terribly embarrassed by his near nudity.
"Come on Andy. Take them off. You know we are going to see you sooner or later, now don't you."
"Yes, Miss de Winter...."
"I think it might be easier if you call me Mistress while we are in the house, alright."
"Yes, Mistress...."
He liked the sound of it. It felt as if she was his mistress and he certainly wanted to be her boy.
He put his hands in the waist band of his pants and slowly pushed them down off his waist, over his hips and then right down his legs, revealing his smooth pubes and his genitals to their gaze.
Both ladies were agog at what was revealed although they tried to remain calm and dispassionate as they beheld the boy's now stark naked body.
He had bent down to pick up the cotton briefs, folded them and placed them beside his other clothes and then he had stood up straight, his hands beside his legs although he had desperately wanted to bring them to the front to hide his cock.
Andy had never been interested in other boys genitals and he had always kept his own as hidden as possible within the limits of locker-room changing practices. He had always retreated to a distant corner of the room and had tried to keep his own privacy. The other boys had left him alone surprisingly, perhaps because of the sheer size of his genitals-perhaps they felt shamed at their own inadequacy compared to him even if they looked more virile because of the surrounding pubic hair....
Anyway he was simply not aware of his own size. So far as he knew all boys were the same as him.
His cock was a good eight inches long already. And when it was erect it grew another four-and so erect it measured a full foot. It was not all that thick but it was perfectly shaped and Anne was pleased to see it was uncut. Good, that would mean the glans was more sensitive.
"Don't be ashamed of your body, Andy," she said again. "It is quite beautiful ... And now we are going to bath it...."
TWO
"Come On, off to the bathroom...."
Andy choked. "You mean ... you want me to go out into the passage ... like this ... ? " He gestured to his now stark naked body.
Anne smiled. "Of course. You are my boy now ... And if Pearl sees you like this, what does it matter?"
"But I am naked. I have no clothes to cover my, er ... " He couldn't bring himself to say it.
Anne's smile deepened. "Cover your what, Andy?
Can you not even say it?" and she reached down to cup his tender young balls in her hand, feeling them, massaging them until his cock started to respond.
He choked. "Please, Mistress ... don't."
"You don't like me touching your beautiful testicles, Andy ... ? Why ever not? I love to feel them ... " And she allowed her other hand to stroke up and down his slender body while Miss Smithers stood beside her, watching in grim satisfaction as she saw how her mistress was so enjoying the boy's introduction to his new life.
Andy didn't know what to say. He did like it. In fact he loved his new mistress' soft fingers on his body. But while he thought it wonderful, he also felt terribly ashamed for some reason he could not quite identify. He knew deep inside him that he was supposed to feel it was wrong to allow her to do this to him. He knew she should not be touching him so intimately and he didn't like the grim housekeeper being there watching it all with that nasty expression on her face.
"Urn, er ... " was all he got out.
"Very well then, come along then ... And just to prove what a brave little man you are, I want you to put your hands up on the back of your head and keep your elbows well back...."
Andy blushed. Anne's attentions to his balls and more lately, his cock, had brought that organ to an upstanding erection and now its head slapped hard against his flat belly as he walked towards the door. His mistress' latest order prevented him covering the thing-which he had been going to do-as she had guessed.
She had also ordered Pearl to be on the upstairs landing as they went past and now the girl giggled as she beheld the total nakedness of the handsome boy the mistress had brought into the house. Which of course only served to turn Andy's face and neck a deeper shade of crimson.
Pearl had been told by Miss Smithers that Andy would be coming to them and that the mistress would be undertaking his 'social development' as she called it. Pearl didn't know what 'social development' meant but she had a fair idea. She didn't mind. She had a good life here and the mistress paid very good wages to all her staff. She had a thing going with James and while she wasn't supposed to sleep in his flat over the garage, she often did.
Anne knew about it but she told Miss Smithers to ignore it-at least for the time being. She assumed the girl knew about the proper precautions and, well, what harm was there in it?
Besides she couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the girl-no, envious perhaps, not jealous ... James had a splendid physique-as she saw when he worked in the garden in just a pair of the ultra brief shorts she had given him for his summer uniform....
Apart from Miss Smithers, whom she had chosen for her efficiency, and Cook, who was a true master in her field, the other two servants had been selected as much for their good looks as their efficiency although they were certainly not slack in that regard.
Pearl had a delightful figure and a friendly, open, always smiling face. And it was those dimples in her cheeks which clinched it.
James was 'tall, dark and handsome' as the saying goes and his big brown eyes were warm and inviting. She also liked the set of his shoulders and the obvious athletic physique of his body ... She had told him from the beginning that she did not wish to unnecessarily encumber his body with clothes while they were in the seclusion of her totally private garden and that apart from observing the minimum standards of decency, he might go as uncovered as he wished.
It was an open invitation and he took her up on it. He was proud of his body-he should be, he had worked hard enough on it to develop it to its present enticing shape. And so when the weather permitted, he wore only a pair of sandshoes on his feet and the tiny briefs-with no underwear-over his loins. They sat low on his hips, were ultra tight and extremely short.
It was no wonder Pearl fell for his good looks and his muscular physique....
For her part, Anne had said she too might do her work in the daytime with a minimum of clothes. This meant bare feet and legs-very shapely legs; a brief skirt and a halter-and nothing else.
Miss Smithers had been appalled at first but she had come to appreciate the fine bodies of the two young servants and now she smiled approvingly every time she saw either one of them in their semi-naked apparel.
For although she looked like it, she was really no prude. She was a spinster and had not had much experience in the ways of love ... But that didn't mean she didn't have desires....
The sight of James in his over tight and so brief pants which stretched across his shapely buttocks and encased a massive bulge at his front; or Pearl in that so tiny skirt which, like James' pants, sat so low on her hips and covered so little of her thighs, and the tiny halter which only partially covered her full breasts, really did something to Miss Smithers and she was not in the least ashamed to feel the strange sensations in her loins when she saw either one of the two youngsters.
Now, as she walked behind the totally naked boy, Andy, on the way to the bathroom, she felt it all over again-but redoubled.
This boy might not be as well built as James. He might not have Pearl's voluptuous curves ... But he was so young-looking; so innocent. She felt a strange feeling of love go out towards him. She felt a new sense of responsibility towards him-she had never had to feel responsible for another human being in her life-except in her capacity as head of the servants here-but that was different.
She hoped Miss de Winter was not going to turn him into a sort of gigolo-a live-in whore-boy....
They reached the bathroom and Miss Smithers went over to the bath and filled it with steaming water while Anne spoke quietly to Andy about his life here.
"You are going to love living here, Andy. Miss Smithers and I-and the other three too, are going to teach you all sorts of new and exciting things....
"I will teach you about music and drama and poetry. Miss Smithers may show you how to paint-she really is very good at it...."
Now it was the housekeeper's turn to blush. Miss de Winter had never praised her art before.
"James may well show you what is what in the garden and if you are interested in motors and things-he is also quite a good mechanic.
"Cook might teach you to cook if you are interested and Pearl loves pottery-I've set up a small studio for her outside....
"This house also has a very extensive library which you may browse through at your leisure...."
"Thank you, Mistress. I, er, I'm not sure what I should say. It is all so amazing. You are all so kind to me...."
He meant it too. Slowly, he was becoming used to standing naked in the bathroom, like a very little boy while his mother and her housekeeper ran his bath. He was still embarrassed but the worst flood of that all encompassing shame was past.
At least now, his erection had calmed and his cock had subsided to its normal flaccid state, dangling between his shapely thighs.
Miss Smithers rose from beside the bath and indicated it was ready.
Anne handed Andy into it and bade him sit down while she wet him all over and then told him to stand again so she could soap his lithe form.
He stood there feeling quite helpless. He knew he could very do this task himself perfectly adequately but it seemed to please these two ladies to do it for him so why protest?
Anne soaped up his calves-so smooth, so nicely shaped. No hair even there yet, she noted. He really was under-developed in this regard but it pleased her mightily. She could pretend he was a true youngster-her own boy in fact....
Her hands soaped up further, up over his thighs ... It was strange, she thought. His body had the appearance of an eighteen year old athlete-except for the absence of hair ... His thighs were muscular-just like a normal eighteen year old runner or swimmer perhaps.
She soaped up around his buttocks. Oh yes, these were quite delicious. Small but cheekily protruding and smooth as silk. Also nicely muscled.
She turned him around and soaped up and down his back then had him bend forward and spread his buttocks cheeks so she could soap in between them. She did not invade his anus but she did just touch it, marveling at the way it pulsed and retracted as her finger tips touched it....
She didn't say anything and the touch was very fleeting but she remembered it....
Then she turned him around again and worked on his balls and his cock, soaping them up into a good lather-once again causing his cock to erect strongly.
"How often do you masturbate, Andy?" she asked him.
"Uh? Er, how often do I ... ? " He blushed again and Miss Smithers smiled to herself. God was he callow!
"Urn, er, every day, er nearly, Mistress...."
"Good, well I will be taking care of that little chore for you from now on. I or Miss Smithers or Pearl, anyway...."
The housekeeper started. Miss de Winter had not mentioned this aspect of his stay with them but why not? It would not hurt and it was time he began to understand that it was a woman's place to give him sexual pleasure....
She smiled and nodded at the boy.
He blushed yet again but he felt a wonderful stirring in his loins. Never before had anyone even touched his cock like Miss de Winter was now and he loved the feel of her hands and fingers on it, even if he still felt strangely uncomfortable about it....
"Yes, Andy, just before you go to bed, one of us will come up to tuck you in and just before we do you will sit in our lap while we look after this lovely little man here ... " and she tugged at his turgid cock-head, now gleaming wetly at her, free of its protective sheaf of skin....
He smiled down at her. Already he knew he was going to love his time here. He wondered how long she would continue to offer him her home? He hoped it would be a long time....
She finished lathering his body at last and then allowed him to soak in the steaming bath for five minutes while she and Miss Smithers stood gazing fondly down on him. Then she told him to get up and step out of the bath.
"And now for a cold shower, Andy. Have you always followed a hot bath with a cold shower?"
He looked at her in dismay. "No, Mistress."
She frowned. "It is good for your skin and also it will develop your hardiness. Come, inside the stall. Now turn the cold tap on full blast. You must stay there a full two minutes, boy...."
The needle sharp points of water sliced down onto his flesh. He had never had a cold shower in his life. Neither of his parents were sports-people nor did they care much for exercise of any kind. They knew nothing of proper attention to such details as this.
He shivered and shook under the shower while Anne watched the second hand of her watch. She smiled to herself. She well knew what he was going through ... Not a day passed. Not even in the depths of winter, when she didn't do this herself. She habitually had a long hot shower followed by a two minute cold shower-and she had never had a sick day in her life.
At last she reached in and turned off the tap and a now bluish looking boy stepped shivering from the stall to be enveloped in a huge fluffy white towel by Miss Smithers. Then they led him back to his room and dressed him.
He loved the feel of the silk briefs-although he thought them unnecessarily abbreviated. They only just covered his genitals and only half of his buttocks were covered. And they were so low on his hips!
He also liked the silk undervest-and the cream colored silk shirt which went on top of it. Anne gave him a pair of dark blue satin trousers which were tight on his thighs but ultra baggy over his lower legs. A pair of silk socks and white shoes made up the ensemble. "You like it, Andy?"
"It's beautiful, Mistress. But its too good for me."
"No it's not. You are my guest now, sort of the son I didn't have and I want you to have these clothes ... Wear this for the rest of the afternoon while you explore the house. This evening-and every evening thereafter for the next month, you will dress for dinner. You are going to learn all about etiquette and formal dining ... But for now, enjoy the feel of top quality casual wear....
"Now off with you. Explore the house and the garden. Go and meet Cook and find James. He will show you over the garden if you like...."
He went over the house with a fine tooth-comb, looking into every room and admiring the furnishings and the solid strength of the house. Compared to his parents bungalow, this place was built like a castle.
There were so many rooms, many of them untouched for years but all lovingly dusted once a week or so by the diligent Pearl....
He wondered about her. When he had come here for dinner previously, she had been dressed in a maid's formal wear-black dress of an appropriate length and white collar and cuffs and a white maid's hat on her pretty head. But when he had passed her in the corridor earlier (when he had been so embarrassingly naked), she had on only the ultra short skirt and tiny halter.
He had devoured her beautiful body with his eyes (even through his own embarrassment) and he knew she had seen the look in his eyes although he had dropped them to the floor as soon as he felt her own eyes on his....
Her skin was creamy smooth and although she was nicely curved in all the right places, there was no fat on her body. It was obviously ultra fit-and as he went from room to room, exploring the vast house, he saw why. If she had to keep all this clean, she must work like a whirl-wind. No wonder her body looked so athletic.
He had been surprised at James' brief attire too. He had never heard of a gardener working in such a brief pair of pants before-and certainly not a pair as tight as these ... Not that he was really interested in James-except perhaps as someone to talk to, someone who might perhaps become a friend....
He didn't have friends. Or rather he had never made friends easily-or having made them, allowed them too close inside him.
His parents didn't like strangers in the house and they had discouraged him going to other people's houses. He had perforce become a loner and it had even carried forward when he started to work for Miss de Winter's firm.
He spoke to everyone and was polite and friendly enough but he wouldn't let anyone too close....
Now, he sensed this was going to change. Already he felt this household was in reality a family with the servants doing their work but in a sense as members of Miss de Winter's own family ... And now he had joined this same family.
Perhaps he might be able to make friends with the tall and very muscular James as the only other male in the house, he thought as he prowled around the huge house.
He came into the kitchen and sat down on a stool opposite where Cook was preparing the evening meal. "Good afternoon young Master," she said.
"Good afternoon Cook. But my name is Andy...."
"I see. Well good afternoon, Andy ... And what can I do for you?"
"I just came to say hello and to watch you working for a while ... May I?"
She twinkled. Cook was big and buxom. She didn't know precisely what Mistress had in mind for this handsome young lad but she had her suspicions. Well, it wasn't for her to make judgments and he seemed a nice enough lad. She was usually hard of face but when she relaxed that stern visage, she could be very soft looking. And now she was. "Of course, Andy. Sit all you like but don't you get any flour or whatever on those fine clothes or you and I both will be in for it."
He grinned. "A spanking no doubt, eh?"
"You better believe it ... Both that girl and James have received a spanking from the mistress before now so I shouldn't wonder you will too...."
He had been joking but now he stared at her in consternation. She sounded serious.
She was. She had mistakenly thought the mistress must had obtained his agreement to this form of discipline and that he was merely voicing it.
He stared at her. "You mean it? Really spanked ... ? "
"I mean it alright. Both of them agreed to it when they came here ... It's better than having their pay docked and it's a lesson well learned ... Oh she doesn't do it often, so don't worry too much-perhaps you will be good and won't get it at all...."
Cook didn't think that was the case however. These young people always did something silly which earned them a spanking.
She had seen the girl spanked-she would rather have seen James made to take his pants down for a spanking but the mistress did have some scruples and only Miss Smithers was a witness when he was spanked. Oh how the girl had wriggled over Mistress' lap. Her voluptuous young body had squirmed and twisted as the mistress' hand had come down over those shapely orbs.
Cook was not a sadist. Neither for that matter was Anne or Miss Smithers. But discipline was discipline and anyway the naked girl had looked very enticing bent over Miss de Winter's lap....
Andy stayed for half an hour talking in a desultory fashion on other subjects but his mind was whirling. Would he too be spanked if he misbehaved. And what was misbehavior anyway. He wondered what James and Pearl had done to earn such punishment.
He went out the back door after sharing a cup of tea with Cook and found James working in the vegetable garden behind the house. Yes, he was still wearing those tiny shorts. They didn't hide much, he thought. He was glad he had on the beautiful clothes Mistress had given him.
"Hi," he said to the boy.
"Hi," said James looking up at him as he squatted down on his haunches, weeding the long bed of butterbeans. "How do you like our house?"
"It's great. Really beautiful ... like nothing I've ever seen before...."
"Where d'you come from-er, what'll I call you ... :
"Andy will be fine. And I come from the other side of Brisbane, down on the south side of the River...."
"A bit different here, isn't it?" James smiled. He wasn't sneering at the newcomer's background and Andy knew it.
He smiled back. "It sure is ... My parents' whole house could fit into the mistress' drawing room."
"Yeah, so could mine ... Say, you interested in motors and stuff?"
"Haven't had much to do with them but I guess I could be...."
"Mistress has set up a terrific workshop for me. I look after her car and other things and she's got some old motors for me to play with too ... Come on and I'll show you...."
He stood up and Andy noticed again the perfection of his fine physique-the broad shoulders, scalloped chest and belly muscles, the lean hips and muscular thighs. He also saw the way his buttocks rose and fell as he led the way round to the garage and the workshop adjoining it. For just a moment, he wondered if Mistress bathed this boy too and what his body would look like without even this skimpy pair of shorts....
But it was but a fleeting thought and he caught up with the boy and they walked side by side to the garage.
There, James showed him the array of tools, each set out lovingly on a shadow board-each in its proper place and each gleaming brightly. The garage floor was immaculate. It was painted gray and it was as clean as the floor in Cook's kitchen. Everything had a place and everything was in it.
James showed him the motor he was pulling down in readiness to restore it and Andy found himself genuinely interested in the mechanical details. He decided he would join James in this work. Mistress had said he could find his own hobbies and he felt he would enjoy this one.
James was a friendly young man and he liked Andy's shyness and his obvious attempts to be friendly. He had thought the young man might turn out to be a snob and not want to hobnob with mere servants. But this was clearly not the case.
Andy felt his confidence growing and he decided to ask James about the spankings.
"Who told you that?" the boy asked. He looked narrowly at Andy. Perhaps he had been too hasty in his judgment of the boy. Perhaps he had just been worming his way into his confidence to extract prurient details of this somewhat bizarre side of their work here....
"Cook did. She said I would be in for it too, if I misbehaved...."
"Oh. I see. Well? Are you."
"Am I what?"
"Are you going to be 'in for it' as you call it?"
"I don't know," he said frankly. "Mistress didn't mention it. Do you think I will?"
"I suppose that depends on you, Andy. Both Pearl and I agreed to it when she hired us ... She said it was better than docking our pay-something about a salutary lesson, I think she said ... So you see, we agreed to it in advance....
"I've been here three years, ever since I was fifteen and Pearl came a year after me. Both of us have been spanked, oh I suppose it must be six or seven times in that time...."
"Perhaps I won't be ... It sounds awful...."
"Oh it's not that bad-actually I sort of like it in a funny sort of way ... " He looked slyly across at his new friend. "You have to take down your pants, you see. And everything else too. Right off till you're starkers. Then you have to lie across her lap. She gets you in the right position and then she begins. She only uses her hand and while it does hurt, it isn't too bad. Nothing like if she used a paddle or a cane or something like that ... And I'll tell you something else ... I always get a hard-on while she's doing it...."
He paused and looked even more conspiratoriously at Andy, he lowered his voice to a whisper. "An' then afterwards, she wanks me off ... ! "
"Wanks you off?" Andy hadn't heard the term but he got the picture in a trice. "Oh, I see what you mean." His face blushed.
Then he thought this news through. So she didn't usually 'jack off' James off every night as she meant to do to him.
James went on: "Yes, and while she's jacking off me, she tells me again and again what a bad boy I've been ... It's really weird but I sort of like it. And I tell you another thing. I don't go and do whatever it is I've done wrong again either...."
"You don't?"
"No. She sort of makes me feel like a naughty little boy ... You know what I mean?"
"I think so," he said thoughtfully, paused and then asked: "Do you think I ought to ask her if I am going to be 'in for it' too?"
"I think you can. Perhaps you should. She isn't the sort of person to hide your thoughts from. She won't punish you for asking and I think if you start on that foot it'll be better for you...."
They chatted on about other things and James admitted to Andy that he and Pearl had a sort of thing going. "She comes here some nights-you want to see my room?"
He took Andy upstairs and showed him the neat room with its own adjoining bathroom. Yes, he had cold showers-a full two minutes-too. He wasn't supervised in them now but Miss Smithers used to before he was trusted to observe the rule.
"I think she knows Pearl and I make-out here sometimes but we're not supposed to. I guess she just turns a blind eye to it as long as we're not too blatant about it...."
Andy returned to the house proper in time to take off the casual gear and dress for dinner. He had never in his life worn a dress shirt or a dinner suit and he was not allowed a made-up black tie. Miss Smithers showed him how to tie a real bow tie and made him practice until he could do it by himself.
Anne complimented him on his appearance and she meant it. His slim body sat well in good clothes and he held himself well. He could do with some lessons in some small areas of deportment but by and large he had a natural grace which would make the task easy.
He felt uncomfortable in the formal suit but now that he saw Anne he was glad she had insisted on it.
She had dressed as if for the classiest night-club in the city. And the two of them looked really superb.
Miss Smithers smiled as she beheld her mistress and the boy. They did make a handsome couple-perhaps like a mother bringing her son out for the first time.
Anne led the conversation along various paths and was pleased to see he had a ready wit and a sharp mind. But she could see there was something bothering him.
"What is it, Andy? What's troubling you?"
He looked at her straight. He had been taught not to dissemble and he knew the best way to deal with a problem was to face it squarely.
"Am I going to be spanked, Mistress?"
She wiped her lips on her napkin and looked at him over its edge. "So you have discovered what happens to James and Pearl when they err?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"How do you feel about it?"
"I don't know. I've never been spanked."
"Truly? Never by your mother or your father?"
"No."
"I see. I think perhaps it is time you were-if you make mistakes that is ... I never punish my servants simply because I want to ... Did they explain that?"
"Oh yes. James said you are always fair."
"Then I think I will spank you ... Do you accept it in advance ... ? "
"Yes, Mistress,' he said simply.
THREE
The dinner proceeded as on his two previous visits with conversation he found interesting and stimulating-unlike the monosyllabic communications which had passed for discussion at his parents' table.
He discovered Anne had a wealth of knowledge about all sorts of topics which were of interest to him although he knew next to nothing about them: The ballet, for example.
He had never been to one and had never even watched one on TV. But he discovered it was not simply a matter of highly muscled males and flighty females leaping from one side of the stage to the other ... but in fact an extremely involved art which required a lifetime of total dedication by its exponents. And he discovered, when she showed him a tape she had of Swan Lake, that indeed it was a wonderfully graceful discipline. When she noted his interest, she promised to take him to the next ballet at the Performing Arts Center in Brisbane.
After dinner they moved to the drawing room for coffee during which the conversation continued.
And then it was time for bed.
Anne and Andy bade Miss Smithers and Pearl goodnight and went upstairs. In Andy's room, Anne sat in the large wing-chair and watched while he undressed-which he did rather self-consciously. He still found it hard to come to grips with the fact that she expected to see him totally naked at all and any odd times and that he was not to try to resist or to hide his body from her.
He knew deep down that she was interested in him sexually. He could see it in the way her eyes raked up and down his slender but athletic form, but so far, apart from arousing his cock in the bath and when she had played with his balls after she and Miss Smithers had made him undress previously, she had not actually done anything.
But now she was going to masturbate him ... She had said that she-or Miss Smithers, or Pearl, would do this every night.
He still wasn't sure how he felt about this.
Oh, he knew he would enjoy the act. He had loved the sensation of her hands on his body when she had soaped him down in the bath-and teased his cock into its full twelve inch hardness-but he still wasn't sure if it was right. He knew his mother and father would be appalled if they knew and would demand he come right out of that 'house of sin' forthwith.
But it was exciting. And he knew he had no intention of telling them-or anyone else for that matter.
Once he was stark naked, he stood self-consciously before her. He had carefully put away all the beautiful clothes-and slipped the soiled linen into the little chute beside the door. It seemed there was one of these in each of the bedrooms and they all joined and lead down into the laundry next to the kitchen.
She sat back in her chair and contemplated his body, looking him up and down while he simply stood there, wondering if he dared move.
"You have a very pleasant body, Andy."
"Thank you Mistress."
"But I think it might be improved ... How would you like to have a physique like James'? "
"I would love it," he said simply.
"Well he didn't get it that way by doing nothing, you know. He works very hard at a gymnasium-would you like to go with him?"
"Oh yes, please...."
"Not that we want huge muscles bulging all over you. Your physique is too slight for that ... But I think a little more in the shoulders and arms. Perhaps just a smidgen in the thighs-and then concentrate on improving the definition of your muscles-just like James ... ? "
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good. I will have a talk to him then and you can join him when he goes next ... Now, come and sit in my lap. We are going to see just how good that weapon of yours really is...."
He moved over to her, blushing furiously again.
"Sit here, in my lap, boy...."
He sat his naked body down on the crinkly taffeta of her beautiful dress and snuggled up against her breasts. Already his cock was hard from the wondrous anticipation of what was coming.
She stroked his body, softly-not his cock but his shoulders and arms, his flanks and buttocks (he was turned slightly side on to her) and his breast and belly.
He lay there as might a very little boy, feeling wonderfully secure and content.
For a good ten minutes she continued to stroke him and utter little cooing noises to him ... These did not have the effect however of calming him. Rather, they increased his very visible ardor and his cock now trembled and pulsed as her hand carefully skirted it, not once touching it or even his testicles.
He didn't care. He felt radiant. Even if she never touched it, he wouldn't care. He felt so wonderful he would have gone out in the street naked if she had asked him to at that moment....
But at last she decided he was ripe for plucking and she slowly moved her hand down the soft planes of his belly, over the smooth pubic area and onto his mammoth cock, putting her hand around it and marveling at its hardness and its beauty. She was no expert at the rate of development of male genitalia but she thought it odd that he was so slow in developing pubic and under-arm hair-and yet seemed to have an organ far superior to many men of mature age she had enjoyed in her bed....
Her hand moved softly up and down the shaft, tickling his balls as she reached the base and softly stroking the underside as her hand moved back up the length of it.
She did not touch the delightfully pink glans yet.
She could see its skin was stretched tight and straining, gleaming with the lubrication of the juices inside his foreskin which she forced up and over it each time she reached the end of the shaft. It was pulsing lightly, the flared lip at its base seeming to have a life of its own....
She knew it would be extremely sensitive to her touch and she did not want this occasion to finish before it began....
Her fingers strayed up and down the shaft, only occasionally drawing the foreskin over the crown, mostly stopping before they reached its base....
She was in her seventh heaven.
Anne had experienced many men in her life, some of them good lovers, others not so good. She had never tried a youth however-at least not since she had passed that stage of her life herself.
Now, she felt so happy with this slight young man in her lap, his head against her breast and his young cock in her hand ... She felt the juices working in her own body and she squirmed as she imagined this naked young body in her own bed-against her own smooth naked flesh.
Yes, that would be the culmination of this boy's education but it was a long way off yet and while she might yearn for that day, she would not rush it....
Her hand moved very carefully, anxious not to precipitate an ejaculation too early. Her other arm stayed around his shoulders, its hand caressing his upper body.
And he lay there silently, cuddling his body into hers and feeling an excitement tingling all over him-but concentrated in his loins. He knew in his heart that what was coming was going to be the most wonderful thing he had ever experienced....
Anne started to move her hand more often up and over the foreskin so her fingers, now slippery with his own pre-cum, caressed the ultra sensitive crown of his cock.
He squirmed in his excitement, his body sliding easily over the silk material ... She held him tight and increased the pace even more. He moaned. Oh, this was heaven ... Sheer ecstasy! His body began thrusting his cock back and forth in her hand and as she gazed down on his lithe form, now she felt a massive excitement herself.
He looked quite exquisite. His slender form sliding around in her lap and thrusting his cock into her hand, his creamy skin so smooth, so young looking ... She caressed his smooth cheek. How often did a boy of eighteen still have to taste the scrape of a razor, she wondered.
Now her hand gripped his cock hard, working the flesh up and down, sliding her fist over the glans which was fully erect, its flared lip even more prominent....
He was fast approaching orgasm....
Later, she would teach him control so that he might achieve an even more wondrous pleasure but this time, she knew it was time to let him spill his seed. She retrieved a small vial she had secreted in her dress and held it ready. She wanted to gauge his output-not for any scientific reason but purely for her own interest. She wanted to see if, over a period, it changed, grew in response to her increasing demands on his sexual organs ... And then he erupted....
He screamed as the first jet shot from his cock straight into the neck of the little bottle with a force which surprised even Anne. It certainly surprised Andy-had he been sufficiently aware of his what was going to question it, that is.
But he was not sufficiently aware....
He screamed in ecstasy as the ejaculation teased the inflamed nerve-endings in his cock to a sensation he had never felt in his life before. He had enjoyed his hand jobs before but this was nothing like that. This was sheer heaven ...
This was bliss.
His body had arched at the moment and it was all Anne could do, big and strong as she was, to hold him in her lap ... His muscles bunched and corded as his cock continued to spout his seed into the vial which was rapidly filling.
His body remained in that tense, arched position for long minutes while his cock jetted and throbbed and sent wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure through and through his body.
But then gradually his first screams subsided-and so did his body as the spurts gradually abated and his libido returned to normal.
He looked up into his mistress' eyes and smiled.
She melted. Never had she seen such adoration. He looked like a puppy who had found his mistress after a long absence ... His limpid blue eyes were even more so now; so clear and so trusting....
like Miss Smithers, she decided she would be very careful of this boy. She felt a responsibility which she would watch and guard jealously....
Oh she would train and develop him to be the most magnificent of studs ... But she would also ensure he was not taken advantage of-by her; by her staff-or by anyone else either....
*****
Anne bought him a car. Not a new one and one of an age and size which he might have been able to afford if he had put his mind to it. She gave him lessons and took him to obtain his driving license.
But in the meantime he had to catch the train to work. Neither she nor he wished his co-workers to know he was living with her and so he traveled by public transport until the advent of the wonderful car.
It was in fact an old Morris Mini-Minor and looked somewhat shabby when it arrived at the house but James and Andy spent hours doing up first the engine and gear-box, then the interior and lastly the outer bodywork until it looked really something.
No-one at work suspected a thing.
Anne had not been in the habit of entertaining either her clients or her senior executives at her home, demanding both for herself and them, a separation of work and home-life not usually seen in the industry. When it was necessary to entertain clients or to have staff parties or conferences, it was done in restaurants or at other appropriate places.
There was therefore no-likelihood of anyone from work discovering that he was living with her.
But just in case, she concocted a story that Andy was a distant relative of hers whom she had taken in to her firm and her house but since she did not wish him to be shown any favoritism as the boss lady's cousin, the relationship and his place of residence was kept secret.
He continued to be the mail boy but she watched him covertly. She knew he had an innate intelligence a long way beyond what his school results indicated.
She rightly suspected that the cloistered home life he had endured (without even realizing it was overly secluded) had dampened his mind rather than opened it to study and experience. She had already opened new lines of interest in her own conversations with him and she was pleased at his burgeoning friendship with James, too.
He began to ask questions about the advertising industry and she was pleased to note his mind soon began to work on the creative problems she set him-again without him even knowing it. She decided after only a few weeks that very soon he would be ready for a transfer into the real world of advertising....
He took up his visits to the gymnasium with James with gusto also and his body began to show the effects. He would never be as big as the young gardener whose physique was really quite extraordinary, but his muscles began to develop a little and to exhibit a new sharpness which she found very pleasing.
He visited his parents at the end of the first month and they found him a changed young man. Both of them had to agree, in their discussion after he had gone back to Anne's house, that he now showed a remarkable new liveliness. He was as loving towards them as ever and enquired carefully of their health and happiness and how they were coping without him. They replied appropriately but if the truth was known, their lives were so dull, his absence or presence really didn't make all that much difference to them.
This time, he had caught the bus to their house but next month he would drive over in his car which by then, he hoped, would be fully restored....
He got on famously with James and for his part, he found he really liked the shy young man whom he took under his wing-almost literally. When they weren't at the gym, they spent a half hour or so wrestling on the grass outside the garage and Andy discovered the difference between the feel of Anne's (and Miss Smithers and Pearl's) soft hands and body-and James' hard muscles.
He was not 'turned on' by the contact with his body in a sexual sense but he found it pleasing to feel it against his flesh and under his hands ... By way of comparison, one day he shook hands with one of the men who worked in the office, a fat and pudgy man-and he found his flesh quite disgusting to touch....
Anne taught him about dress and good taste. She had provided him with a wide ranging wardrobe and she talked to him about what to wear-and when. There was everything from designer jeans to a full set of tails together with accessories. She had even bought a set of gold cufflinks and shirt studs for his dinner and evening suits....
But as he grew more confident with James, he took to aping his dress when they worked together on the car or when he helped him in the gardenfor he found gardening a pleasant diversion too. Anne had smiled when he had asked if he could cut down a pair of jeans to wear alongside James outside....
"No, Andy. That would be a waste. Ask Miss Smithers and she will show you how to make a pair for yourself...."
He went to the housekeeper. "Can you sew, boy?" she asked when he had explained his mission.
"No, Ma'am," he said.
"Very well. Come with me." She led the way into the sewing room and rummaged through the various bolts of cloth which were kept there and eventually found one of thin satin-like stuff. A bright red it was and Andy reddened just a shade as he imagined it on his body.
"Take off your clothes, Andy. I have to measure you and this has to be a good fit...."
He stripped. Blushing as always as he got closer to removing the silk underpants ... He had never come to grips with parading himself totally naked in front of the three ladies ... For after that first night, Miss Smithers and Pearl too took to bathing him in turns with Anne. But more on that later.
He slipped out of the tiny silk bikini briefs and folded them neatly, adding them to the pile on the sewing table.
Miss Smithers looked him over appreciatively. Yes, indeed, she thought, the work at the gym was certainly paying off. His muscles were developing nicely but there was still no more than a blush of shadow at his groin and under his arms.
She slipped the tape measure around his waist and his hips and then over his thighs while he stood there, stark naked and still more than a little embarrassed by his nudity.
"Alright, Andy, now let us find the pattern ... No, leave your clothes off. In a few minutes we will need to try this on and you will only have to slip them off again ... " He sighed. He knew she loved looking at him naked and this was only an excuse but he didn't dream of disobeying.
"Ah, here it is," she said at last.
She had been rummaging through a series of drawers in the big cabinet against the wall and now held up a package from which she slipped a large paper pattern, putting it down on the cutting table.
She showed him how to select his size from the lines on the pattern and then how to mark the cloth and cut it appropriately. He watched her and then followed her example, catching on quickly and finding himself interested in this as much as working on the engine of his mini....
She sat him down at the sophisticated sewing machine and showed him how to work it including adjusting tension, stitch and thread. "It takes practice to run a straight seam, Andy but if you do it enough, you'll soon catch on. You can make yourself a few pairs of these when you have the time ... it will be good practice for you."
He forgot about his nakedness as he ran the seams up under her direction and he even managed to get the elastic waist reasonably straight too.
"Okay, slip it on."
He did and found that although there were a few wavy seams on the tiny garment, it fitted him well enough and it wouldn't fall apart.
She told him to take it off again and then showed him how to finish off the internal seams and clean away the loose threads.
He put it back on and looked at himself in the full length mirror in the sewing room. He saw a tanned young man with a fine physique and newly sharp muscles right down to the extremely low waisted satin shorts.
He smiled ruefully as he beheld the bulge in the front, accented by the extreme tightness of the cut-and at the extreme brevity of the legs too. They didn't really hide much, he thought ... But then he had asked to wear them so he would be more like James and as he had made his bed, so must he now lie in it....
He liked the appearance of his face now, too. At home he had not got outdoors all that much but here, he and James shared the gardening when he had the time and he now sported a very pleasing, youthful tan. Allied with his ash-blonde hair and his fine blue eyes, he now looked even more alluring to Anne-and to Miss Smithers and Pearl. The maid found herself very attracted to the young man although she remained loyal to James....
That young man hooted with laughter when Andy came outside the next Saturday wearing his new pants. "So you really did go and get yourself a pair ... :
"Yeah. Made them myself-with Miss Smithers' help."
"Really? You made them?"
"Well, she showed me how but yes. I marked the material and cut it and then sewed it all up...."
"Incredible." James was genuinely impressed. He didn't follow the theory that boys did the outdoor stuff and girls looked after the house. He wouldn't have lasted long with Anne if he had. She expected him to do whatever he was told no matter what it was and he had had to polish silver and clean toilets on occasions....
"Anyway, how d'you like them?" he said, grinning at the now nearly naked Andy.
"A bit brief-and very tight, aren't they?"
"Yeah. But it shows off our equipment, doesn't it?" and he laughed as he gave his hips a little bump and grind.
Andy blushed and James was quick to apologize. "Sorry, Andy. I forgot you don't know about those things yet."
Andy knew about them alright but he had not yet actually experienced what James was intimating. He didn't know when he would or what it would be like. But he wanted to know more.
And yet he found he couldn't discuss sex with James. It wasn't that he didn't trust him or that he thought the other boy might laugh at him ... No, it was more that he was aware of James' dalliance with Pearl which indicated they actually did it whereas he was still a virgin and only thought about it ... Too, he didn't want James to find out about the nightly masturbation he enjoyed at the ladies' hands upstairs. He knew James had said Anne had masturbated him after he had been spanked but that was different. He somehow knew he was being treated as a little boy-albeit a little boy with a fine cock which was rapidly becoming an extremely proficient and fruitful organ of ejaculation....
He didn't know it but when the time came for him to actually experience a woman's privates, he would be a most powerful lover....
For indeed Anne had had another reason than merely improving his appearance for sending him off to the gym with James. To be a satisfactory lover, he needed strong buttocks, and powerful thighs and belly muscles. Muscles able to drive his cock deep and hard-and long ... He would need good heart and lungs to keep him going long after other men had wilted and the exercises she had requested the gym to engage him in would help in this regard....
Not of course, that he knew anything of this. Sex was still not a subject Anne permitted him to discuss-with any of them. She masturbated him and she continued to bathe him in the same old way, getting him used to females touching him and seeing him in the nude but the act of sex with a female was totally taboo: during the bathing and masturbation sessions and at other times too. When she was ready-or rather, when she thought he was ready, the subject would be raised in due time. Until then, he would have to be content with the daily hand job from Pearl, Miss Smithers or herself.
She loved these sessions. She might have kept him to herself for them except she did in truth want him to experience other women. Accordingly either the housekeeper or the young housemaid took their turns too.
Pearl loved both bathing him and jerking him off. He was so different from the virile and so muscular James. He was very much slighter in build and much shorter. He looked in truth like a little boy without pubic and underarm hair and she fantasized about having that beautiful cock entering her....
It was an odd fantasy. A buxom wench bedding with a boy of fifteen or so-but armed with the penis of a virile eighteen year old....
Anne had indicated to both Pearl and Miss Smithers that it was perfectly permissible to handle his genitals during bathing-as long as he was not brought to the point of ejaculation ... That was to be reserved for the evening....
Whoever bathed him also masturbated him.
He came to love it with all of them ... Yes, even with the angular Miss Smithers who had developed into a real mother figure over him. She might have looked more like a maiden aunt but she, like Cook and Pearl, now felt very protective of him....
Not that they did not enjoy bathing him-and particularly fondling him to a violent orgasm-but they would have defended him to the death against outside interference of his person....
They varied the way they brought him to climax.
There was the way Anne had done it that first time, snuggled into her lap and her bosom. But there were many other ways.
He was sometimes laid on the bed and while one hand stroked his creamy smooth flesh, the other worked on his cock.
Another, which Pearl favored was to have him lay back over her knees with his body arched backwards and his feet and hands resting down on the floor.
Pearl loved the appearance of his tightly stretched torso in this position and she found working on his cock a delicious experience....
Another still was to have him assume a doggy position on the floor with his back legs wide apart and then milk his cock from the back....
There were many and varied positions and gradually they introduced him to other sensations while he was masturbated.
They tried adding mild pain to the scene while they excited his cock: squeezing his nipples for example. Nipping them between their fingernails just before the moment of ejaculation. His climax on that occasion was stupendous and while he didn't understand why, Anne did....
Another day, just as he ejaculated, she inserted her finger up his anus-and again, although his bottom hole was a little sore afterwards-the climax was again wonderful-so much better.
None of the women disrobed-ever. Not even when they were bathing him or jerking him off. He had never even seen as much as their breasts-although in Pearl's case, he had seen a goodly portion of them outside of the tiny halter she wore habitually during the day.
In her case, he found what he could see of her body-and that was a generous amount, covering her legs and thighs-right up to her hips; her midriff and most of her bosom-and at the back, nearly everything-very, very enticing. He found his eyes watching her smooth lithe body as she approached him, smiling at him as she passed-and then he would turn to follow her lusciously swinging buttocks as she walked away from him....
With Miss Smithers it was different. He loved her in a motherly sort of way with her crinkly black dresses and severe hair style. He liked her hands on his body but he never ever tried to imagine what she looked like without the habitual black clothes.
And as for Anne, well, she was up on a pedestal so high, he would never reach it, he knew. He dreamed about her but never naked. She was always hovering there above him, kindly but in a way aloof from him....
Even when she bathed and masturbated him, she was still up there on her ivory tower....
Which was why, when she deemed him ready at last, he got such a shock at what she proposed to him....
FOUR
It was some four months after his arrival in the house.
Things had been going wonderfully for him. In every respect.
At work he had already been promoted and was on the team of one of Anne's best account executives, coming up with ideas and using the creative spirit she had known he possessed and which only needed bringing to the fore.
At the house he had made a firm friend of Jameshis first real friend. He also got on very well with the other three servants and he still adored Anne de Winter although he still held her in splendid isolation up in the ivory tower he had erected for her in his mind.
Either she or Miss Smithers or Pearl still bathed him every day and they continued to masturbate his cock before bed each night....
He had grown used to this by now and actually came to look forward to the daily baths with the soft female hands running over his body-even the fondling of his by now even more developed cock and the penetration of the secret place between his shapely buttocks which he had at first found so humiliating.
In fact, although he still hated the actual disrobing during which the woman of the day sat and ogled his body, once he was actually naked, he had learned to strut a little and to pose his muscles for them....
Anne had taught him to do this-to flaunt his body for their pleasure ... To jerk his loins lasciviously, making his cock, if slack, describe violent circles in the air; and if hard, to thrust upwards suggestively.
"You have a beautiful body, Andy. You must learn to show it off, at least in the privacy of our house ... You must understand that I-and Miss Smithers and Pearl too-all love to look at you-and of course to feel your smooth muscular flesh too ... Therefore, show it to us.
"As you walk naked before us, thrust your buttocks out at us, flex your thigh muscles and ripple your belly ... Square your shoulders ... show us those beautiful biceps of yours...."
He had blushed as she spoke. He was not an extrovert and never would be. But he worshiped Anne and if she wanted him to strut around a little then he would try his best.
James helped him.
By this time, the gardener had become his confidante and he even knew about the daily baths and the fact that one of the three ladies regularly masturbated him....
"Some people have all the luck," had been his comment.
Andy had been astounded. He had only told him after extracting a promise not to laugh and when the other boy had been so obviously envious his mouth had dropped open. "But you have Pearl, James. And you can jerk yourself off whenever you like...."
"Maybe so. But you have our beautiful mistress and Pearl working on you too. I'm not so sure about the dragon lady but ... boy, would I like to get a daily hand job from both of the others...."
"Oh Miss Smithers is alright. I know she looks a dragon but she really is very nice under all that stiffness...."
"I'll take your word for it, Pal," said James dryly. "Anyway, let me give you a few clues on how to catch their eye-show you how to attract their attention in that special way...."
He quickly stripped down to his underpants-as brief as Andy's but not made from silk-while the other boy looked over his splendid body appreciatively. "I wish I had muscles like yours, James...."
"There's nothing wrong with your body, Andy. You are just smaller built that's all." But he smiled gratefully at the other boy's praise. He was proud of his body and it was not vain of him to show his appreciation: "Thanks for the compliments though ... Anyway, watch...."
He began strutting back and forth, exaggerating the thrust of his buttocks by swinging his hips over his leg with every step-just like the models do on the catwalk ... At the same time, he thrust his torso from side to side and swung one arm up behind his head and flexed his biceps.
"See?" he said.
"I think so...."
"Alright, now you try it. Strip first though so you can watch yourself in the mirror...."
Andy took off his clothes-right down to the buff. He was so used to stripping stark naked on the orders of Anne and the other two that he now forgot to stop when he came to his silk bikini.
James had never actually seen him totally naked. They dressed for the gym before they went down there and they showered (or were bathed) in their own respective quarters upon their return.
Now, as he looked over the boy's naked middle his eyes nearly popped....
"But ... But you are really beautiful, Andy," he said impulsively.
"Urn ... er ... Oh get out, James...."
Andy realized quickly what he had done and made to pull on the discarded bikini.
"No. Leave it off ... I'm not going to touch you if that's what you're afraid of ... But I want to look at you, Andy. I don't think I've ever see anything quite so ... beautiful.. There's just no other words to describe your body."
"But Pearl ... ? "
"Oh I don't mean like that ... and you know it! Pearl is Pearl and I will take her to my bed whenever I get the chance. I'm not going to fuck you and neither do I want to. I'm just saying you have the perfect male physique...."
"But your muscles ... ? "
" ... Are big and strong. But your body is perfection-the whole. It is so lithe and supple and slim and yet your musculature complements your physique-perfectly. But why no hair down there? Do you shave it off?"
"No. It has just never grown. D'you think it makes me look too young? Oh God, I wish it would grow."
"I think you look terrific without it, Andy. Your cock and balls look great without being hidden by a mass of hair ... I just might shave mine off and see what it looks like...."
"You mean it? Oh, James ... " He didn't say anything more but he felt a wonderful empathy with the boy. His lack of body hair had been worrying him for some time. There was still nothing more than the slightest peach-fuzz ... No sign of any real hair....
James showed him more tricks to whet the ladies' appetites and all the while his eyes were glued on the slender form of his friend. He knew he didn't want to fuck the boy or even to have him play with his cock-but he had an overwhelming urge to take him in his arms and hold his body close.
He resisted the urge however. It wasn't right and he had no idea how Andy would react to such sentimental drivel ... He didn't want to lose him as a friend.
*****
The result of James' advice and help was that Andy now strutted and posed as if he was indeed a real model and Anne decided the time was now ripe for him to move up a stage in his appreciation of the female form and how to serve it.
After he had stripped for his bath that night, Anne sat as was her usual habit, just looking over his naked body, inwardly drooling at the sight of his still virgin cock and imagining it thrusting mightily in and out of her hungry twat. She also fantasized about his body-that svelte, slender but so beautiful form with the now sharply defined muscles and the so smooth and creamy skinrubbing up against her own nakedness....
'Andy?" she said softly as he paraded back and forth before her, his boyish buttocks thrusting up and down, his belly muscles rippling erotically and the rest of his body keeping in tune with them....
"Yes, Mistress?"
"Have you ever seen a lady naked? I mean really-not just pictures?"
He blushed crimson. He stopped his strutting and stood still before her, once again become the small boy and very uncertain what she wanted to hear. The truth, he supposed but he wasn't sure....
"No, Mistress," he said.
"I didn't think so. Well tonight I am going to show you ... I want you to undress me ... Slowly, sensuously ... As if I am a delicate doll which will break if too much pressure is applied ... Do you think you can do that?"
He choked. His eyes figuratively popped out of his head. His mouth dropped. He couldn't articulate a single word....
"Come, come. Am I as ugly as all that?" She smiled to soften the import of her words and he found his voice.
"Oh no, Mistress. You are quite beautiful ... It's just that I didn't ever expect...."
"You didn't think I would ever let you see me unclothed. Is that it?"
He nodded, his face still crimson. He couldn't bring himself to look up at her.
"Well I have decided it is time you learned about us women, Andy. Now help me up and let's see just how charming a maid you can be...."
He put out his hand and helped her rise and then he went around the back of her and began unfastening buttons and zips and catches....
He was a little clumsy at first but she showed him how to undo and remove everything gracefully and without it being apparent ... To glide around her; to slip the article off her body with the minimum of fuss and bother....
In time she stood in her bra and bikini.
"Touch me, Andy ... With just your fingertips ... Run them over my stomach and my shoulders; then down over my thighs."
He did so, marveling at the beautifully soft texture of her flesh. His cock was by now of course fully erect.
He had not known what she expected of him in this regard-until she had let her hand drop onto it and play with it until it was fully hard....
"Let your body feel its way, Andy ... If it goes to far, I will tell you...."
Now it throbbed and pulsed as his fingers touched her svelte form....
"Take off my bra now, boy...."
He unhooked the catch and the garment dropped away from her beautiful breasts. "Feel them," she said. "But very softly ... Just your fingertips ... Don't maul them...."
He wanted to pull her to him. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to do everything to her ... His instincts, so long repressed, now came to the fore. He knew what his cock was for and he wanted to use it for that purpose ... But of course, he did not. He was too well mannered and too well trained to allow his base thoughts to take hold of him.
"Kiss my breasts, Andy ... Just softly. With just your lips...."
He reached down, still holding her by her waist and grazed his lips against the little nub of her left nipple.
Immediately, stabs of fire shot through his loins. He thought he was going to ejaculate there and then. The sensation was out of this world.
"What do you feel, Andy?"
"Fire, Mistress."
She smiled. "Well you are going to learn to control that fire. I want you to enjoy sex. And I am going to teach you how to do so. But I am going also to teach you to control it-for two purposes....
"The longer you hold back an ejaculation, the better the pleasure will be when you do finally release your pent up charge ... But there is something else, Andy. A woman does not orgasm in the same way a man does although she can achieve a great many climaxes in the space of a single love-making ... Now, once you learn how to control your own climax you must then learn to watch the lady for signs she is nearing her orgasm ... When you can come at the same time she does, you will find the pleasure is twice as wonderful...."
"Am I going to do that, Mistress?"
She smiled. "No. Not yet, Andy ... In time ... when you have learned how to do it properly, then I will take you to my bed ... In the meantime, we are going to show you how to control yourself under quite difficult circumstances ... Between Pearl and I, you are going to be subjected to the greatest temptation to ejaculate before we wish you to...."
"Pearl, Mistress? But I thought ... ? "
"You thought Pearl was James'? Is that right?"
He colored a little. He knew it was supposed to be a secret between the two young people. Apparently it was not.
"I've known about them for a long time, Andy. I didn't do anything about it because while I made the rule when they came to me, I know it was silly to expect they would keep it if they had a thing going between them ... But Pearl has agreed to help me train you. And I am going to recruit James to help too...."
"James!" he said in a strangled voice. "How ... James?"
"I'm sure he will not object ... Pearl is quite keen actually. They are going to show you how it is done-here, in the house...."
"But he ... ? "
". . .Doesn't know? No. Not yet. Well, yes actually ... By now he will since Pearl will have told him and we will have the answer this evening ... Why? Do you have an objection to seeing him and Pearl demonstrate the art of love-making?"
He didn't know what he felt at that moment. Here he was standing naked before his mistress who was herself almost naked too and she was calmly telling him how she proposed to teach him to fuck-by having her servants demonstrate it for his benefit.
But really he didn't. He thought the world of both James and Pearl and if they didn't mind, why should he?
"No, Mistress," he said.
"Good. But for now, before your bath, let us see if you can learn to hold back ... I am going to masturbate you as well as I know how. I am going to tease you with my body ... But I want you to try not to let your cock erupt ... Take pleasure in what I am going to do to you but do not let it go over the brink ... Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress, but I don't know how well I will do."
"Just do your best. Keep your mind on it all the time-don't ignore me and my body but try to keep your duty to the fore...."
She sat down again and drew him between her legs. As he looked down at her now opened crotch, he could see the dark triangle beneath the fine silk of her bikini panties. His cock pulsed a little.
She reached up and fondled his balls, tickling underneath them while her other hand strayed up and down his flat muscular belly.
"Look at my breasts, Andy," she said softly, alluringly. "Imagine your lips on the tits ... Think of your hands stroking the soft flesh...."
He moaned and his eyes widened even further than their already rounded state.
Her body really was luscious. So slim and so smooth and creamy. But her breasts, while not huge were full and not in the slightest drooping. The pink tips were delicious-and so were the little protruding nubs of flesh at the ends. He had an urge to put his head down and suck on them....
She continued playing with his balls while talking to him about her body and how he would like to touch it, feel it-with his hands, his lips and his own flesh....
She knew, from the tortured expression on his face, that he was going through an incredible inner turmoil. She knew he would have great difficulty in keeping back the coming climax but the only way he would learn was by doing and this was the start.
She was surprised actually.
He had a mind of his own and when she had asked him to concentrate it on this task, he put it to work. His body was screaming at him to let the orgasm come-and go. But he held on. His mind refused to let the nerves in his cock dictate their own course and for some two minutes past the time he thought he had finally lost the battle, he held it back.
But the mental energy required to do it was enormous and sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip at the effort.
But when he did finally come, he had to agree with her that the effort was worth it.
Holding back had generated an enormous degree of libido in his body and when it was released, it was like an explosion. The pleasure was so great he screamed ... It was almost painful....
No, not painful exactly-but the intensity of the pleasure was so great it was truly unbearable. He had to pull away from her fingers, which had kept working on his throbbing tool.
His body was now covered with a fine patina of sweat and his heart was going nineteen to the dozen. His lungs were gasping for air and his chest rose and fell massively-far more than after his hardest athletics trial....
"You see why you have to be fit, Andy?" Anne smiled up at the trembling boy still standing between her legs. He nodded, unable to say anything at the moment. "Now you know why I encouraged you to go with James to the gym ... ? " Again he nodded.
"Right. Time to bath you. And then tonight, before bed, I am going to masturbate you again. The same way but this time with even more to excite you. I think you'll find it's just as good the second time around....
"Later on, you'll be able, with training, to come time after time. We may even be able to train that lovely shaft of yours to stay hard after each ejaculation....
He was in a delirium of pleasure. He thought all his Christmases had come at once. He had actually seen his mistress' body naked. Well nearly naked anyway. And it was as beautiful as he had known it would be.
She had actually allowed him to touch her and what a wondrous sensation that had been. Her flesh had felt like the softest satin-so smooth, so creamy. And her body was so lithe and lissome ... He knew of course from watching her move even when clothed that she had the grace of a leopard and that her figure was slim and attractive....
But as he had undressed her and beheld the actuality of her flesh he had nearly swooned from the glory of it.
So often she had told him what a nice body he had ... Pah! He scorned his body after seeing hers-no matter what she and James had said about it....
She remained in her near nude state while she bathed him and his eyes never once left her body as her hands moved over his, soaping, lathering, rubbing his flesh.
He grew another erection almost immediately after his huge ejaculation.
It was not really surprising. His young body was extremely virile and the stimulus it was receiving from the sight of her near naked body together with her hands running all over his slick flesh was quite enough to give him half a dozen erections....
Perhaps not surprisingly, his conversation at dinner that evening was somewhat monosyllabic. His mind was elsewhere ... On the events preceding his bath and those which were still to come.
Anne indulged him. She knew she had taken a giant step with him this afternoon and his mind and body would need time to come to grips with it....
"Take off your clothes, Andy...."
They were back upstairs, this time in her bedroom. He stripped competently, as always laying his clothes in a neat pile and once naked, standing-till for her habitual inspection of his body. She took her time, notwithstanding the fact that only an hour or so before he had been in exactly the same state as he was now ... She couldn't get enough of his body and as he stood in the same pose, one leg slightly bent and one hip higher than the other, she marveled as she looked him over. Marveled that she had this perfection at her beck and call and was actually training an eighteen year old boy to be her lover....
"Undress me again, Andy ... This time completely. . . "
This time he was better at it, remembering hci instruction of the afternoon.
Even getting her bikini panties down over h r hips he accomplished with finesse and she stepped out of them neatly allowing him to reach down to pick them up to place them with her othet clothes.
"Sniff them, Andy. Smell the aroma of my sex...."
He put the crotch of the silk garment up to his face and drew in deeply. Immediately, his cock began throbbing....
It had erected as soon as he had begun to undress her and she had said he must learn to control that too. "But we have time to start on that later. For now, you must learn to hold back on your ejaculations. Later on you will learn how to erect and slacken your penis when you want to, not when it decides the time is ripe...."
He gazed down at her now naked crotch. And then raised his eyes to look at her-and found he watching him with amusement. "Never seen one before, eh, Andy?"
"No, Mistress."
"Well tonight, you will learn to give it a great deal of pleasure ... First, get down on your knees in front of me...."
She sat down in her large wing-chair and spread her legs while he dropped to his knees before her "Put your hands on your head, boy. For the moment, they have no part to play and we don't want them getting in the way ... Now get your head down so your eyes are no further than six inches from my sex ... And simply look at it. Devour it with your eyes ... Take in every aspect of it...."
He looked at the hairy slit and he licked his lips. It looked fascinating to him. The vertical slit with its strange looking lips. The little bud of her clitoris and the folds of soft flesh either side....
She kept him on his knees like that for over an hour. He had to learn to serve her and anyway, she knew he didn't mind. He worshiped her and he had the stamina to take this....
She moved her legs now and then, closing her knees in on his head and gripping it solidly between her thighs. She made her cunt wiggle and pulsate little, teasing him terribly ... And through it all his cock remained solid. It ached from the pressure but he scarcely felt it. His eyes were glued on that small triangle of hair and what it partially hid. He could smell her sex and his nostrils were dilated widely as he sought more and more of the heady aroma . ...
"And now, Andy," she said at last, "I want you to kiss it...."
He stared up at her. His eyes perfect circles. Opened to their fullest capacity in awe at what she was allowing him to do to her....
He slowly lowered his face to the love triangle and let his lips touch the sweetness of the vaginal lips....
"Yes, that's it. Just softly. But keep them there ... Move them a little, taste the aroma of my sex . ... "
For another ten minutes she teased him with this new sensation and then she directed him to push his tongue inside her body....
"Feel it all, Andy ... Move your tongue around. explore it all...."
She was having difficulty keeping her voice normal now. He might have been no expert. Indeed this was the first time he had ever seen a female cunt in the flesh before but perhaps a man's instincts were all that was needed.
He had dutifully kept his hands up on his head and it bobbed around down there between her legs, his tongue delving in deep, his lips working on the outside of her vagina ... But she was sure no other man before had brought her to the same heights of pleasure with his mouth ... She wondered how much of that was due to the love she now knew she had for this boy....
She had sensed it building in her over a long period. She knew it was not just lust for his body, beautiful as that was. She had grown to admire his intellect, undeveloped though it might be and to cherish his gentle manners. And she felt something growing in her which was so much more than she had ever felt for Charles.
She didn't know what she was going to do about, it at the moment but it could wait. For now she-was savoring-delighting in his sexual stimulation of her body.
She moaned and he looked up at her in consternation. "Are you alright, Mistress?"
She smiled down at him. "No, but keep going, Andy. You don't know how wonderful it is...."
He might not, but he felt his own wonder-awe might be a better description-at the sensations he was experiencing as he buried his face in her sex.
She orgasmed in time and he tasted a woman's sexual juices for the first time, lapping them up with gusto ...
For another hour she kept him on his knees with his face in her lap. Five times she climaxed, each time with an intensity she found quite incredible....
And then she masturbated him once more, again enjoining him to try to hold back on his ejaculation as long as he could. This time it was harder. He was just so excited by the events of the last couple of hours but he did manage to hold it back for a couple of minutes....
Afterwards, she took the boy into her own shower stall and this time they soaped each other down and then rinsed off.
It was with considerable reluctance she told him to go to his own room for the rest of the night.
Oh how desperately she wanted to keep him here. To take him to her bed and have him fuck her all night-and then to lie in those beautiful arms....
But no. She had mapped out his 'education' and she would not jump the gun.
Andy didn't know how close she was to succumbing to her own desires but even if he had, he wouldn't have minded not being allowed to taste the silkiness of her body next to him....
He had quite enough in his immediate memory to keep him happy for weeks....
FIVE
Anne was careful.
She didn't want to rush things or to so overload his sexual capacity that he became too blase about her or her body. Accordingly, after that first night, she kept it from him for another fortnight. And even after that she was careful to give him only small doses of her body.
But while she bathed him and masturbated him at night before bed, she did continue to talk to him about sex and about what he might expect in the future.
"In time, Andy, I am going to introduce you to all the wonders of the female body. What you have already seen and tasted is but a sample-a very small sample of what you may expect in the future...."
"It has been truly wonderful, Mistress...."
She smiled. "And are you anxious to observe Pearl and James perform in front of you?"
He colored a little but remained silent. He still wasn't sure about this. Both servants were his friends and he thought it somehow obscene that they should be asked to strip and then copulate together while he watched.
"You are embarrassed, Andy?"
He nodded silently.
"Why?"
"They are my friends, Mistress. It seems wrong somehow for such a private thing between them to be done in front of me...."
"I will be there too...."
He stared at her. He hadn't realized she was going to be there alongside him while the two young people fucked together. Somehow that made it even worse.
"Have you asked James what he thinks, Andy."
"No, Mistress."
"Why not?"
"I ... I was too ashamed...."
"Ask him. Go and find him now. See what he says...."
Andy went outside and looked for the handsome young gardener.
"Hi, Andy. What're you doing?"
"Looking for you, James."
"Why? You want to work on the engine?"
"No. It's something else...."
"Ah, I see ... " The young man smiled a little. "The mistress sent you out to see me, didn't she?"
"Yes. Look, James, I'm very embarrassed...."
"Don't be. Pearl and I talked it over and while we hadn't really expected to be asked to make love with others watching, we both want to help you if we can. And in truth we both are looking forward to it in another way too...."
"You are ... ? What other way?"
Now James looked a little sheepish. "The truth of it is we both have a little of the exhibitionist in us. TO strip naked while the mistress and you are watching us-and then to jump on the bed and fuck appeals to us for some perverse reason...."
"Oh." Andy looked quite relieved but he was also bewildered. He looked shyly across at his friend. "You mean you get a hard-on thinking about it ... ? It doesn't embarrass you to be seen naked, fucking your girl-friend ... ? "
"I didn't say that. Yes, it does embarrass us-both of us in fact ... But we both think it is that very embarrassment which turns us on, makes us excited. I can't explain it, but there it is."
He stood up and faced Andy. "There's another thing too. Come into the shed, I've got something to show you...."
They both walked across the back garden to the potting shed where James kept his tools and fertilizers and all the other gardening paraphernalia. Once inside with the door closed, he slipped the tiny brief shorts down over his hips to reveal his genitals-now as naked of hair as Andy's....
"Oh James! You did it!"
The gardener grinned. "You like it?"
"I think it looks nice ... " He suddenly reached up and put his arms around his now naked friend, hugging the other boy close. He knew James cared for him and that he knew he was ashamed of his lack of pubic hair. He had done this so they would both be the same....
James felt his heart beating stronger-faster. He put his own muscular arms around the other boy and hugged him back.
He hoped Andy didn't realize his heart was going a great deal faster than it should have been.
He wondered at himself. Why was it beating faster? Why did he have these strange urges for the boy? Was he gay?
No. He assured himself he was not. His performances in bed with Pearl were assurance enough of that ... Then why ... ?
God! What the hell was this? His cock was stirring. He held on to Andy tight. He didn't dare let go now for fear the other boy would notice the beginnings of his tumescence.
Andy felt comfort in the bigger boy's arms. They were both the same age but James was the more worldly and he was so much bigger physically that it seemed natural for him to take the lead. He found he liked the close contact with his hard muscular flesh. He wondered what it would be like if he too was naked....
His hand stroked up and down James' muscular back and reached down to feel the boyish buttocks.
"You feel nice, James," he said innocently. He was not dissembling. He genuinely meant it although he too would have been horrified if anyone had accused him of being gay.
His hands on the tall gardener's body had accentuated the problem James had between his legs and now his cock was more than half hard. "Thanks, Andy, but we'd better separate ... Er, I've, um ... " He pointed down to his near fully erect cock in embarrassment.
Andy laughed-and pointed down to the tent in his own trousers-then quickly opened the fly and took out his own hard cock.
"What does it mean, James? We're not gay, are we?"
"Of course not. I've got Pearl and the mistress obviously wants you for her own ... " He paused. He wasn't at all sure of what he was saying and now he demonstrated his own credulity: "Er, what did you feel, just now?"
"Very strange. I really liked the feel of your body against me...."
"Yeah, I enjoyed you too ... Look, Andy, as I see it we got two choices ... We can pretend this never happened and stay away from each other-by that I mean don't touch each other ... Or we can face it."
"Face it?"
"Yes. Tell the mistress. An' I think that's what we should do...."
Andy looked doubtful. "But why? Won't she be angry?"
"I don't think so. She is one remarkable lady, Andy ... She is training you to enjoy sex isn't she."
"Yes."
"And she is going to show you how to enjoy it the best way there is."
"Yes again."
"Well, I think we should tell her about these strange feelings we have. Let her decide what to do...."
"And have you two done anything other than just this one embrace?" Anne de Winter looked at the two of them from the chair in her sitting room.
"No, Mistress. I just hugged him because he did something for me...."
"What did you do, James?"
"Urn, er...."
"Well?"
"I, er shaved off my pubic hair, Mistress."
She looked incredulous. "You did that? For Heaven's sake, why?"
James looked even more uncomfortable. He blushed-to Andy's amazement-he had never seen his friend lose his composure before. "Er, well, I knew Andy was embarrassed about his lack of pubic hair and I thought if I was the same, it would make him feel less self-conscious."
She looked at the two of them silently. Really, this was quite extraordinary. But she felt a softness towards both boys. To Andy because she knew now she loved him and to James because he had wanted to do something for Andy. She was pleased too they had brought this piece of information to her. Obviously they knew very little about the human sexual drive. Well, she would use it for their benefit-but not now ... That could come later once she had properly developed Andy's heterosexual abilities. But she was intrigued at James' sacrifice.
"Slip off your pants, James. Show me yourself...."
He reddened again. Of course she had seen him naked before-when she had caned his rump and then masturbated him but this time Andy was present and he felt embarrassed. Also, he was self-conscious about his newly naked pubic mound as well.
But he obeyed, pushing the pants right down to his ankles and stepping out of them. Now he was as naked as a jaybird-more so than he had been since he had reached adolescence for without his pubic hair (and his under-arm hair too since he had shaved it off at the same time) he looked so youngand yet with his magnificent physique, he was quite obviously a man....
Anne smiled as she looked at her handsome young gardener. God! What a physique! She rose from her chair and walked around his body. "Beautiful, James ... Quite beautiful ... If I was you, I'd keep myself that way ... Indeed, you may find you have started quite a fashion...."
She paused and thought about it for a moment. "Actually, I may follow your example myself-but if I do, I may just go and see my beautician ... I believe she has a program which achieves the same end without the harshness of a razor-and it is permanent."
James stared at her. But he was pleased too. He had won her approval and that was great. Indeed, he might even get a raise. He wondered to himself about the permanent solution ... He certainly liked himself naked down there but did he want it to be permanent? He resolved to talk it over with Pearl.
"Now you are here, James, there is another matter...."
"Yes Mistress?" He bent down and put on his pants again (which Anne thought was disappointing but she did not protest).
"Has Andy here asked you about what we discussed befote?"
"Yes, Mistress. I told him Pearl and I were actually looking forward to it."
"Excellent. Shall we say next Saturday night then, after dinner."
*****
Saturday night at dinner, Andy was in a state of high excitement.
For the whole of the previous week, Anne had told him she was going to stop his nightly masturbation sessions. And he was not of course allowed to touch himself.
"Just to make sure, Andy, I am going to put a restraint on you. It will feel quite comfortable-as long as you do not get an erection. If this happens, these little spikes will spear into your penis and hurt it so much you will soon cool down. I want you to wear it all day and night ... Yes, even at work."
"By why, Mistress? I mean why now, after all these months of nightly masturbation, am I not to have my nightly session?"
She smiled. "Because, Andy, I want you to have the most wonderful experience of your life on Saturday night and continence now will help that...."
He didn't really understand but he trusted her.
Now he sat in his dinner suit at the table and for the first time in a week the hateful little leather gadget had been removed from around his cock and balls.
Pearl was obviously excited too and she gave tiny conspiratorial winks to Andy (out of sight of Anne of course) every time she passed his place.
Miss Smithers was excited too although she didn't show it. Anne had said she might attend if she wished. She had first sought and obtained the two principals agreement to this, saying Miss Smithers had a part to play in Andy's sexual development and if they didn't mind, she thought the housekeeper should be allowed to be present.
Pearl and James had agreed. Indeed James actually found yet another perverse pleasure in the angular woman's impending presence. He decided he must be a bit of a masochist for he certainly felt none of Andy's liking for Miss Smithers.
Dinner over, Pearl went off to get ready while Anne and Andy sat over their coffee in the drawing room.
"Excited, Andy."
"Oh yes, Mistress."
She smiled. "Actually, so'm I ... Have I told you yet young man, that after we observe James and Pearl performing, you are going to do the same thing to me?"
He was aghast. "What? Right there? With Miss Smithers and James and Pearl watching ... ? "
She burst out laughing. "Of course not, you idiot. I am not going to have them see me naked-but you are-going to see me naked I mean ... And on this occasion, I want you to actually make love to me ... And to do it with as much tenderness as you can muster-after watching James and Pearl...."
She paused a smiled tentatively at her companion. She found herself feeling strange things with this boy. As if she wasn't really in control of her own emotions.
She looked at him again. "How does that idea strike you?"
"Oh Mistress. I want to ... I want to. But I don't know whether I will be up to your expectations ... ? "
"I think you will surpass them actually. But don't worry about it. There's nothing worse for the male libido than worrying about sex...."
Andy's hand shook as he held the cup. This was a bombshell indeed. He had been looking forward to watching his two friends perform on the bed in the room Anne had prepared upstairs but he hadn't for a moment expected that this was the night he was going to make love to his mistress....
He knew she had been preparing him slowly and carefully. She had discussed it with him often enough. Both Pearl and Miss Smithers had helped her train his cock and his balls to perform when he wanted it to. And by this time he could hold back his discharge almost at will ... He could also keep it hard, even after three or four ejaculations.
He had secretly been showing James what the mistress had taught him and the gardener had been practicing secretly too. Tonight he was going to show off his new found powers....
Tonight too Andy would be able to demonstrate to Anne how much he had learned....
She put her cup down and rose in her place. "Well, boy, it's time. Come along...."
Andy had kept his cock slack up till now but as they walked across the large room he felt a stirring which would not be quiet. He put his hand in his pocket to try to hide the growing bulge in the front of his black dress trousers. Anne saw it and smiled surreptitiously but she didn't comment. She wanted this night to be one the boy would remember all his life and she wasn't going to spoil it by petty carping.
Andy had not seen the room she had prepared for the evening's entertainment. She had kept him in ignorance on purpose and the effect was as she had expected ... As they walked in he gasped.
She had had new carpet put down. A blood red, deep pile Wilton. She had also had new wallpaper hung. All four walls were hung with a jet-black paper which had a delicate gold design etched into it. The ceiling had been painted black.
In the center of the room stood the huge bed. It had no head or foot and it was covered with a rich red satin sheet. Black pillows lay strewn around it at intervals.
Three chairs covered in a deep red brocade stood around the bed.
Special spot lights which caught the bed itself but left the rest of the room in semi-darkness had been fitted in the ceiling.
Anne and Andy and Miss Smithers sat themselves down in the chairs and talked of inconsequential subjects until some music started, coming from hidden speakers. The music had been carefully chosen by Anne for its erotic flavor and while it wasn't obtrusive, it could certainly be heard.
A few moments after the music started, the door opened and Pearl entered.
Again Andy gasped. He could believe what the girl now looked like.
He was used to seeing her in the brief skirt and tiny halter of course and he had thought it looked very erotic. But now, she looked positively ravishing.
She wore pants made of some filmy transparent substance-gossamer fine and quite revealing. She wore nothing beneath them and through the material, Andy could easily see her vagina-and he could see it was now as naked of hair as his and James'.
Above the pants which were slung very low down on her hips, her midriff was bare. Her breasts were covered in a sort of bra made of the same material as her pants and tight against her beautiful breasts as they were, every last inch of her skin was easily to be seen. The pink aureoles and the nipples were most conspicuous ... indeed the material made her look more naked than if she had worn nothing.
A scarf of the same material was wound over her brown curls....
She looked incredible and Anne smiled as she beheld Andy's awe. She and Pearl had labored long over this costume and it was having the desired effect on Andy's libido....
Pearl danced around the bed stopping in front of each of the three spectators, shaking her body back and forth and arching it to expose her breasts and her sex.
Even Miss Smithers felt an odd stirring in her loins which she found wonderful. Her crusty old face softened as she beheld the beauty of her young assistant....
The dance over, Pearl moved voluptuously over to the bed and climbed onto it, stretching her body sensuously over its satin covered surface and squirming sensuously as she waited for her partner to arrive....
Andy's mouth was agape as he beheld the beautiful young servant on the bed. He knew she might as well be naked as wearing those gossamer wisps of cloth on her body but then he also knew they made her look so even more naked than naked....
And then the door opened again and James came in.
If it was possible, Andy's mouth dropped even wider.
James was dressed in an array of leather.
He had on a black leather mask which covered his head completely-right down to the neck. Across his broad muscular chest was a harness of the same leather and this came down to and was also buckled around his slim waist.
Over his genitals there was a pouch of soft black leather but his buttocks were bare.
On his feel were sandals of the same black leather and in his right hand he wielded an oiled black leather snake which he cracked a couple of times.
On the bed, Pearl cowered in fear.
Andy uttered a strangled cry but Anne put her hand out onto his thigh and quietened him. She hoped she hadn't gone too far in designing this erotic tableau....
James threw down the whip and moved over to the bed, standing over it and looking down on the beautiful 'slave-girl' lying there....
Then he reached down and simply tore the thin material from her breasts. It came away easily and she was naked from the hips up.
He reached down and fondled her breasts while she squirmed in obvious pleasure, her fear now apparently forgotten.
For some five minutes he continued with this and then he paused, running his hands down over her flat belly to grasp at the material of her transparent pantaloons.
Then, in one smart move, he tore them from her body as well. They had been designed for this and came away easily. Now she was as naked as the day she was born except for the scarf over her brown curls....
James reached down and fingered her naked vaginal region, allowing his fingers to tease the outer and inner lips of her cunt until she was again squirming in near ecstasy....
And then he stopped, straightening up and facing his audience.
He flexed his muscles a few times and now Andy felt his already stiff cock get harder still. He thought Pearl was an enticing creature as she lay, apparently helpless on the bed-as a naked slave-girl waiting for her master-the man in leather, to take her ... But when James began to show off his splendid muscles, he found this just as enticing....
Now, James removed the sandals-and then the codpiece allowing his hard cock to spring to life from his naked groin. It wasn't as big as Andy's but it was a very respectable nine inches of hard man-meat....
Once his groin was fully exposed, he undid the buckles which held his torso harness in place and it fell to the floor. Now there remained just his mask and this too went the way of the rest of it.
Pearl lay back on the bed and now surveyed not her master, but her lover. No longer was she the voluptuous slave-girl but James' paramour. And he was not the slave-master but simply Pearl's boyfriend. . .
But it had been a startling introduction and it had set the scene beautifully.
Now that he was naked, he sat down on the bed and ran his fingertips over his lover's body, apparently now oblivious of his three watchers. In fact he couldn't even see them. The lights on him and Pearl and the bed were so bright that to penetrate the gloom outside their ambit, he would have to peer and he didn't bother. It was better anyway to forget about them and get on with the show.
Anne had spent a long time discussing this evening's show with the two of them. Not in actual rehearsal-she didn't want to embarrass them with that, but in making suggestions about how the scene should unfold and James now followed her suggestions.
He started with this tender and so sensual massage of Pearl's flesh and soon she was wriggling and moaning as he excited her wonderfully. Despite the fact that he was already a reasonably experienced lover, he too had learned from Anne's suggestions and he hoped perhaps the lessons might be permitted to continue after this night was over.
Pearl reached up to caress his handsome face and then she pulled him down so she could kiss him.
Andy watched in open-mouthed awe. He didn't know if he was taking all this in. He was really too excited to know anything much.
Anne wasn't worried whether he did or didn't. She would lead the way later on and the purpose of this exercise was to raise his excitement to fever pitch before the main event....
James lay down beside Pearl now and their bodies were entwined-although he had not yet inserted his cock into her.
His hands raked over her body-and hers did the same to his. They kissed and cuddled and their libidos mounted higher and higher.
James knew his cock was harder than it had ever been in his life and he silently thanked his mistress for this night.
He felt no embarrassment now. Not a whisker of shame that others were watching him and Pearl on the love-nest. He didn't even care that Miss Smithers was among the three spectators....
The three of them made no sound but in the semidarkness of their position, their hands were occupied with their middle regions. The two women in slowly rubbing at the highly charged nerve endings in their vaginas, Andy keeping his cock away from the material of his pants, concerned he didn't ejaculate prematurely. He knew Anne wanted him to keep himself for her this night and he himself wanted to as well.
It was just as well, he thought, that she had trained him-and his cock-to control its emissions. He knew that without that training, he would have been helpless to have kept back the floodgates of desire once this little tableau had been presented to him....
He watched now as the squirming, wriggling bodies on the satin sheet became more frenzied.
Their hands searched harder, more deeply and their lips found other places to kiss and lick than just the other's mouth.
It was a sight so damned erotic Andy found it harder and harder to keep control of himself. He managed it somehow but he was having problems....
By now James and Pearl were quite frenetic. Their bodies were all over one another. James' great muscles rippled and bunched as his body moved this way and that. Pearl's finer body melted against her lover's while her hands continued to tear and grip at him. Andy was amused that he particularly admired the way James boyish but so muscular buttocks bunched and then relaxed as he thrust his loins forward and back, sliding his cock over Pearls flesh-He stayed clear of her cunt as long as he could. Anne had asked him to try to do this although as she said, she knew it would not be easy. "You'll find, young man, that the longer you stay out of it, the more wonderful it will be when you do enter inside...."
"But what about me?" had wailed Pearl.
"Oh you will have quite enough from his body rubbing against you to keep you excited, Pearl ... In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoy a couple of climaxes even before he enters you...."
And so it was.
As Andy and the two women watched, they saw Pearl arch her back and scream just a little as James' fingers and just the contact with his beautiful flesh sent her over the brink into a wondrous orgasm....
And then when he succumbed at last to the temptation and thrust his throbbing tool inside her, she clung to him in yet another round of ecstasy as the extraordinarily sensitized nerve-endings were assaulted by the actual movement of his cock inside her cunt.
She had lost count of the number of times they had made love on his bed in his quarters over the garage. But she was sure none of them had ever been like this.
She understood now what the mistress had meant when she had directed them to lead up to the actual penetration slowly. She even understood that the foreplay with the costumes and James' whip had all played their part. The fact that he had not lashed it down on her body had nothing to do with it. Merely carrying it and snapping it in the air a couple of times had been an incredible turn-on ... And the sight of him in that get-up had been a wonderful delight too.
And so slowly, partly from what she saw-the bizarre room and their costumes and the slow revealing of their bodies; and partly from the fact they had led into the actual sex by degrees and not straight into a mere fuck session, their libidos had been charged and risen to peaks neither had ever felt before.
Pearl knew James' cock on the nerves inside her twat had never been more excited. She also knew he was far more aroused than he had ever been before.
It told her something....
That thought and preparation had a lot to do with successful sex. She too had something to thank her mistress for....
And so when their joint orgasms came, they were outstanding.
James remembered to hold back his own as long as he could.
He knew he had brought Pearl to two climaxes before he entered her properly. And he gave her another two before he decided it was time for his own release.
He timed it carefully, bringing her back up to the brink just as he himself let his own emotions go....
Both of them screamed in lust as the pleasure overwhelmed them.
James body went rigid over his partner.
She arched her own body up displaying a strength she didn't know she had. The two of them presented something no sex show ever had ... For their show was for real. They loved each other very much and Miss de Winter's suggestions had only enhanced something they had been doing before....
Andy watched in awe. Time stood still for him. He wondered if he would be able to emulate what was obviously an experience of sheer wonder for his two friends....
Anne rose silently and beckoned to the two others to precede her out of the room.
They would leave the two young lovers to their night of pleasure, undisturbed by lecherous spectators. . .
SIX
In her bedroom, Anne directed Andy to take off his clothes while she sat and watched.
She too had felt the power of the performance they had just witnessed and like Andy, had experienced an uncommon rise in her libido.
But although she desperately wanted Andy's body. Desperately wanted to feel his beautiful cock inside her hot and hungry cunt, she forced herself to go about it calmly.
The sight of his shapely body had always inflamed her. She adored bathing him, running her soft hands over his delicious flesh, feeling the hardness of his muscles under the satin smooth flesh.
She also adored masturbating him as he stood naked between her open legs each night. She had missed those sessions this last week ... But tonight he was going to make up for it.
She was sure after all the preparation she had so carefully followed since the moment of his arrival here all those months ago, that he was ready-very ready-for this ultimate test.
She knew for example that he was now so much more virile than he had been before. He could come four or five times in one masturbation session without any trouble at all-and between each he could keep his cock good and hard. He could hold back his release, despite her best efforts to force him over the brink....
On one occasion, he had held it back for over thirty minutes while she worked solidly on his cock, although the perspiration had beaded on his brow and upper lip with the concentration necessary.
She also knew he wanted her. He had adored her from afar even before she had brought him here but since coming, that adoration had turned into a love which was far better than the childish crush he had had on her previously.
This was real love. She knew it well because she now knew she loved him just as much.
She had never told him of course. He was still a boy in so many ways although their outings together, the education she and her servants had undertaken with him had brought him out in so many ways.
She would tell him but not yet....
She gazed up at him now standing nude before her.
Oh God he had a beautiful body. It truly was perfect. She wouldn't alter a single thing given the means ... He wasn't as muscular as James nor was he ever going to be as tall although he had grown a little in the time he had been with them. But his stature perfectly matched his physique and she wouldn't want to make any changes to it....
He smiled down at her and looked from her face to his still rampant cock, quivering in the desire which had brought it to life the moment she had told him he was going to make love to her this night.
Watching James and Pearl's performance had inflamed it still further but now it ached with the awesome strength of his erection.
She relented. "Yes. You're right, Andy. It is time. You may undress me...."
By this time he had learned well how to do this carefully yet sensuously so each garment was removed easily and effortlessly and without her being apparent of it
*****
He was so graceful she thought, as he glided around her, quite unmoved now by his nakedness....
He no longer felt self-conscious about being naked in her presence or Pearl's or even Miss Smithers'. And since he and James often compared notes about sex these days, even looking at the other boy in the nude didn't phase him.
Of course if he had been asked to strip in front of a stranger it would have been a different thing but as it was, he now felt a certain pride in displaying a body which he knew had improved out of sight since he had started work at James' gym down the road....
Once she was as naked as he, they stood, simply looking at each other ... both admiring the other's body and imagining the pleasure which was coming.
"I am going to leave it to you, Andy. Do with me what you will ... Follow James' lead if you like; or make up your own from what we have discussed so often."
It was true. She had talked over and over with him about the techniques of sex. She had discussed with him the Kama Sutra and so many other books both from the East as well as western texts. He knew the theory and she was sure her careful training had brought him to a perfect state of readiness.
He smiled and her heart melted. His smile was so boyish and innocent and yet it also had a tinge of wantonness about it.
He took the two steps necessary to bring him to her side-and then he bent down and lifted her effortlessly, carrying her over to her bed where he laid her down on the satin sheet, turned down in readiness for this evening.
Although he was small she felt the strength of his body in his arms as he so easily lifted her. She delighted in the feel of her flesh against his chest and the muscles in his arms....
He spread her arms above her head and opened her legs, gazing down in rapture at the smooth flesh of her vagina.
Anne had carried out her idea and had had her beautician remove-permanently-the hair down there. He thought it looked beautiful. He observed the folds of pink flesh; the lips at each side of the long slit in her flesh; the inner lips glinting wetly at him. He knew, because she had shown him Pearl's naked body and pointed out the various parts of the female sexual organs. He smiled as he remembered the girl's initial embarrassment but then she had become as excited as he and had actually showed him how a girl masturbated herself, taking off all her clothes for the demonstration.
Wanton slut, Anne had thought but then she too had smiled. It was her fault in the first place for putting the girl in this position. She couldn't blame Pearl for carrying on with it....
Now, Andy climbed, sinuously and as sensuously as he could manage, onto the bed to kneel between his mistress' wide spread legs.
She licked her lips as she gazed up at his splendid body with that magnificent weapon between his legs, still throbbing and shuddering as it prepared itself for the moment of his life.
But she had dinned into him over and over again that the lead-up was everything. A masterfully executed fore-play meant that the actual sex which followed would be wondrous. Without it, the end result might be good-but not wonderful.
He leaned forward and allowed his face to hover over her right breast, darting his tongue out to just touch the very end of the nipple.
Anne moaned in pleasure.
He breathed his hot breath over her other nipple and then lapped his tongue very softly around the numerous erogenous zones of her body raising her up, up and up further.
He didn't rush it.
They had all night and he wanted this to be as good for Anne as he hoped it would be for him....
His cock continued to throb and to swell to its gigantic twelve inch length. It had been hard for hours but now as he gazed down on the svelte form of his mistress, it grew that last little bit, the skin shiny from the massiveness of his erection.
His fingers darted over her body. His tongue danced over her flesh.
She squirmed and writhed on the satin sheet as he drove her higher and higher....
Like James with Pearl before him, he brought her to two magnificent orgasms before deciding the time was now ripe for him to enter her.
This was the moment.
This was the moment he had been waiting for all his life-or so he thought right then. He knew of course she had been preparing him for sex but until recently he had not realized it was for sex with her ... He hadn't really thought that out properly.
Anyway it didn't matter now. In a moment or two he was going to experience what every man does once in his life-but in his case, having been so carefully brought to this point, it was going to be an experience of momentous proportions. He knew that.
He pushed it in carefully....
Oh God! It was beautiful. Her pussy was so soft and yet so hot and clinging; it seemed to caress him as he moved the full length of his shaft slowly inside her. It felt as if a thousand tiny fingers were reaching out to tickle and fondle his cock as it slid up inside the glorious passage.
He had kept his upper body up on his hands, gazing down into her eyes which bored into his.
Both of them were lost in the wonder and the love of the moment.
Her eyes were misty as she gazed up at his beautiful face. His were adoring as they locked onto hers.
She reached up and pulled his body down onto her own.
She wanted to feel the satin smooth skin of his beautiful body on hers. The foreplay had been everything she had expected-and more. He had excelled himself., . . Now she waited to see how he was going to proceed.
He lay there for long moments, savoring the wonder of her soft flesh under his own. He kissed her softly on the lips-and then the kiss became more intense as he felt the sweetness of her lips.
He delighted in the continued feel of the thousand fingers caressing his cock lying almost still inside her body.
This was a thousand times better than any hand job-even if she did it....
Anne reached around his body and caressed his muscular back and then allowed her hands to move down over those boyish orbs she loved so much.
His buttocks were truly beautiful. Of course all of him was but these creamy, so sharply defined curves were so smooth, so shapely ... She delighted in caressing them nearly as much as she enjoyed running her small hands up and down the scalloped planes of his belly.
Now she felt those same belly muscles against her own flat stomach and she thrust her loins up so she could savor the sensation even more....
Andy continued to kiss her until he thought his lungs would burst and he had to come up for some air.
Then he began thrusting.
Just gently at first. Long slow strokes in which he withdrew his massive cock almost completely from her vagina, and then thrust it slowly back inside-just like one of those ancient, slow-moving, horizontal steam engines you see in steam museums where the piston moved so slowly in the cylinder, reaches the end of its travel and then starts to slide out again only to repeat the process indefinitely.
That was what Andy had in mind now.
An indefinite, slow and incredibly exciting movement of his cock in and out of his lover's body until he had her screaming in wanton lust, crying out for release ... And he wanted her to enjoy his body until she was too exhausted to take another single moment of it....
It may have been his first sexual experience ... Well his first real experience ... But he carried it out with dignity....
You think that's a strange way of describing a sexual encounter? Maybe it is. He brought her to a series of crashing, screaming orgasms. He enjoyed five himself ... But through it all he behaved as the perfect gentleman-just as Anne had taught him.
He was ever solicitous of her needs and emotions, shaping his actions for her pleasure not his own....
Not that he didn't enjoy it. He did and very much so. It was, as he had hoped, the most climactic experience of his young life ... But through all the wonder of that orgasmic pleasure, he kept control over himself, rationing his sexual drive to suit her needs rather than his own.
It may have been partly Andy's inherent good nature but it was also Anne's training. She had taught him that sex between a man and a woman was largely in the man's hands. A woman had her role to play and she could influence the action in many ways, even contributing with her body to the frenzied coupling ... But it was still the man who had control and it was up to him to ensure he thought of his partner first and foremost.
Andy did this. He never let himself forget that Anne's pleasure came before his.
And as a result, she enjoyed the most incredibly wonderful sex of her life.
She had known in her inner heart this boy was going to be great in bed ... She hadn't in her wildest dreams imagined he would be as good as this.
Those first two orgasms had been great. But the seven or eight she experienced while he was inside her were something quite out of the box. Never in her life ... not with any man before had she ever experienced such joy, such incredibly intense physical pleasure.
Andy had taken her up onto a plane so high her mind was blanked out to everything else. His body caressing hers; his hands lightly fondling her skin; his lips darting here and there, all over her face and neck and breasts....
And above all his great shaft, so elegantly driving in and out of her body....
At first he had been gentle, bringing her up slowly to a peak. Then he had begun to increase the pace and make his thrusts harder....
Then he had slowed down again when he felt her body approaching the brink too early ... Up and up he brought her, then kept her hovering on the edge until she screamed for him to release her ... But he wouldn't.
He drove her crazy for long, long minutes before he let her come in an orgy of wild abandon....
And even while she was coming, during the orgasm itself, her body flailing about wantonly on the satin sheet, he kept it up, knowing he was driving her insane with the lust of the moment.
After each massive climax he stayed hard. He rationed his own climaxes carefully. He knew he could manage probably no more than three or four, possibly five ejaculations, and after that it would be impossible to keep his cock hard ... Therefore he had to use each one of his to her two or three....
And staying hard, he remained inside her body; his cock as still as he could keep it, so she could recover a little but ready as soon as he judged she had calmed sufficiently, to begin all over again....
Both of them became hot and sweaty but they ignored it. They had no time to wipe it off ... And anyway the film of perspiration acted as a lubricant between their bodies making the tactile sensations even more wonderful....
For some four hours Andy kept Anne on a high so sublime she felt almost ethereal-as if she was no longer of this Earth but was now way up on Cloud Nine or equivalent. She felt her body but there was nothing but her body. The room, her house, the city ... were all removed, non-existent.
There was only Andy. Andy and his wondrous body and his awesome cock.
Andy and his loving, caring nature ... Andy whom she was going to marry....
She stopped in the middle of the reverie which was running alongside the physical feelings which the boy was rousing in her....
What was that she had thought? Marry him? He was still only a boy. He was eighteen and she thirty-five-nearly twice his age....
She looked up at him now once again up on his outstretched hands as he drove his cock in and out of her body and she caressed his smooth beardless cheek with one hand.
He smiled down at her as she looked up at him-and was concerned that something which looked like bewilderment was now written all over her face.
He stopped. "Is something the matter, Mistress?"
"Yes there is, Andy. But it's nothing to do with you ... Or rather nothing you can do anything about...."
But he looked worried. "Is it not good? Have I failed somewhere?"
She smiled and laughed gently. "It is the best Andy-and I mean that. What you have given me tonight has been the most wonderful experience of my life-ever-and I mean that from the bottom of my heart...."
He looked relieved. "Then, what's the matter? Can't I help?"
"No ... But thank you for asking. It's just something I thought of. It'll go away...."
But it didn't and it wouldn't.
They rose soon after that and showered together then she led him back to the bed and they lay beside each other. Andy went to sleep almost immediately, his hand draped across Anne's breasts, his cock, once again, quite incredibly, half hard....
But Anne lay there thinking on the thought which had insinuated itself into her mind. Is this why she had brought the boy to her home. Had she been looking for a husband to replace her fiancee Charles who had been so faithless. Had she decided on a boy whom she could mold and then manipulate as she wished?
She didn't like these thoughts for she knew they were at least half way too close to the truth.
What was the answer then?
Did she kick him out; send him back to those drab and colorless parents. Fire him from his job so she would never be tempted again?
Or did she keep him there to use as a kind of gigolo whenever she wanted him....
Or was the thought a possibility?
She thought about it deeply.
There was no doubt he had developed in an extraordinary fashion since she had taken him in. She recognized he had probably had a keen mind from the beginning but no-one had been able to bring it out while he lived with his parents....
At work he was popular and efficient-and what's even more important in an advertising agency-creative. She had already made him an account executive and he had his own small team working on a couple of small accounts....
Culturally he had taken to such things as ballet and the opera as if he had been brought up to it all his life ... He had found her library a wonderful source of knowledge and he read avidly....
He got on so well with the servants, too. He did not patronize them and he didn't take liberties with them. James was his friend but he had developed the bearing which told the gardener that Andy was different from him.
She thought briefly about his physical development and her heart melted-and her loins began to fire up again.
Yes, he was beautiful.
She gazed down at him lying beside her ... No, she thought. She had to stop this line of thought. If she didn't she would have to wake him and make him take her yet again....
God, what a lover he was though! That beautiful body with its smooth sharp muscles and the so shapely physique; that incredible cock, so powerful and so capable of raising her to the most fantastic heights of pleasure....
And the capacity he seemed to have ... Almost never-ending....
Yes. She had to have him, no matter what. There would be difficulties.. All sorts of difficulties....
There was his place at work, for example. He couldn't continue to be an up and coming account executive if he was her husband.
How would he fit in here as her husband rather than a boy she was training for sex ... ? What would Miss Smithers think-and for that matter Cook and Pearl and James?
Would he wish to take this step ... ?
She tossed and turned, unable to find the answers. Oh why had she taken him in?
But she quickly rejected that notion. She loved the boy-the man, as he had proved himself this night ... Whatever the problems ... Whatever difficulties they had to face, they would surmount them together....
She fell asleep at last-and dreamed of Andy as a knight in shining armor (although his armor did not extend to his cock which stood up hard and proud outside it) mounted on a white charger, coming to rescue her from some mysterious and undefined dragon.
*****
The next day at breakfast she complimented him fulsomely on his performance.
He blushed and said it was all her doing. She was so fair, so alluring (he said), she would have inspired anyone to the same heights....
"Why, Andy, that is beautiful. You really mean it too ... ? "
"I do-from the bottom of my heart."
"Well, I think you had better move your things to my room ... Don't you?"
"Oh, Mistress...."
"And that's another thing ... From now on, I want you to call me Anne. I am no longer your mistress. Your training is over...."
"Then what ... ? Why ... ? "
She smiled. "Let's just see how things develop, shall we Andy. I don't know what is what in my own mind yet and I'm sure you feel just as confused...."
"I, er, Mist ... Anne ... I love you ... I know that."
"Yes and I love you too, Andy. But what do we do with this love?"
He shrugged helplessly. He didn't know. He wanted her to be his wife but he knew he couldn't ask her. He was still in awe of her, notwithstanding last night.
"As I say, Andy, let's just let things develop. I want you to stay here and I want you to be my lover ... Is that enough for now ... ? "
"Oh yes, Mist ... Anne...."
"Let's talk about work for a moment ... How are you going with the Stik-Glu account?"
"I've got some great ideas in the pipe-line. Actually I was going to come to you today with them ... " He went on to outline his thoughts on the promotion and her eyes lit up with pleasure. He would soon be taking on much more important accounts if this was any indication of his ability.
She began to see a light at the end of the tunnel. Why not take him as her partner? Her company had been solely owned by her till now but there was no reason why she shouldn't take Andy in ... Not yet of course. It was much too early for that ... But if their relationship developed as she thought it would now that she was no longer 'Mistress' to him, it was a distinct possibility.
Her thoughts switched again. There was one remaining aspect of his sexuality which she wanted to explore and next weekend she would. There would need to be some careful preparation but she was sure James would agree. She might have to do some fast talking with Pearl though. The girl was really in love with the handsome gardener and what she had in mind might well horrify the girl....
Anyway, she would talk to them both this evening when she got home from work.
Anne kissed Andy goodbye and they left in their respective cars.
*****
"What's going on, Gwen?" asked Cook of the housekeeper.
Miss Smithers smiled slowly. "I think the boy has hooked her, Hilda...."
"Hmmm. And what will that mean for us?"
"Why, nothing, I should say ... Don't you like the boy?"
"I think the world of him ... But as master of this house ... ? "
"I think you may have no fears on that score, Gwen. That boy is the nearest thing to the perfect gentleman I have ever seen. If he does catch her and they are married, I'd bet my bottom dollar he won't change one little bit. He'll still be the perfect young gentleman to you, to me and to Pearl and
James."
"You reckon he'll still be as friendly towards us?"
"Just the same as he is now, I'll be bound...."
Cook assumed a conspiratorial manner. "What's he like without his clothes on, Gwen?"
Miss Smithers face stiffened. She got on well with Hilda Brown but she was not going to betray upstairs bedroom secrets to her. Cook blanched. She knew she had gone too far and she turned away to start on the evening meal, muttering something about going too far and she was sorry.
Miss Smithers smiled to herself and stalked out of the kitchen.
Pearl and James had also caught the new atmosphere between their mistress and her 'guest'. They knew of course where Andy had spent the night. In a house like this there was little that went on the servants did not know....
James was pleased for the boy. He knew where Miss de Winter had been leading him of course and he both approved and applauded it. That he had been a part of that development he was grateful for. He hadn't minded in the least performing with Pearl for Andy's benefit-indeed it had been one hell of a turn-on for him and the girl both. After the others had left, they had gone on for another couple of hours before falling asleep together.
But he still had a nagging wish to touch Andy ... To feel him. He didn't dare mention it to Pearl. He had no idea what she might think of gays and he didn't dare find out. Of course he wasn't really gay. He just wanted to try it out-that was quite different. . .
And so when the mistress took him aside that night, he felt as if an explosion-a mild one-had gone off in his heart....
SEVEN
"You mean you want me to try Andy out as a gay, Miss de Winter?"
Anne smiled. "In a word-yes ... I am going to be quite frank with you James, because I know you are his friend....
"You see, I want Andy to have as full a sex life as he can know." She looked narrowly at her handsome gardener as if weighing up if she could trust him. She came to a decision.
She went on: "I have plans for that young man but first I want him to know everything life can offer him in the sex field ... I think it's time we explored what you two felt when you embraced each other that time....
I suspect there is a little more in your friendship for him than just simple comradeship. Isn't that right?"
The muscular young man shrugged. He could be risking a lot in being frank. He really didn't know if she was just fishing or if she genuinely meant what she said. When they had told her about the embrace and what they had felt on that previous occasion, she had seemed to be understanding but things had developed between her and Andy since then. James just wasn't sure....
If she was fishing, his job might well be on the line. But if not, all sorts of possibilities presented themselves.
He decided to risk it but he hedged his bets too: "I will be frank too, Miss. I really can't answer your question. It is true that I have had strange feelings for him which no other man or boy has ever raised in me but apart from that one time, I have never touched him in that way and until I do, I don't know what it means...."
Thank you for being open with me, James ... " She smiled wryly. She had mixed feelings herself about what she was going to do for the boy. But she pressed ahead regardless: "It just may be that you will soon find out ... How do you think he feels about you-about it?"
"About sex with me, you mean?"
"Yes."
"We haven't ever discussed it since we told you ... but I think he wants to try it too...."
"I see ... What did you have in mind, then ... ? By that I mean have you had any experience in these things?"
"No, Miss ... I just sort of thought we'd let things take their course."
"I don't think so, James. For example, suppose you decided to have anal intercourse with him ... His anus is quite unused to such things ... It would hurt him a lot."
"Oh. Well what do you suggest then?"
"I'll show you, if I may?" He nodded but he wondered what she had in mind. "Go over to that cupboard James. Bring me the little box you'll find in the second drawer...."
He brought her back the carved and polished wooden box which she opened and showed him. His mouth dropped open in awe-and a little bit of fear, too. Inside the velvet-lined box was an array of beautifully carved marble dildoes. They ranged in size from a slim half inch model to a huge three inch one.
"Take off your clothes, James. I'll show you how a first penetration can be very nice...."
He stripped, a little reluctantly, wondering what Pearl would say if she could see this.
Anne read his mind. "Don't worry about Pearl, James. I've had a talk to her about this whole scene and while she wants you for herself, when I explained what might come of it, she agreed. She knows I have you here and she also knows what I am going to do to you."
"Oh," he said. He wondered what it was that 'might come of it' from this.
She looked him up and down as he stepped out of his last garment and smiled in ready approval at his fine physique. "You really are to be complimented on your body, James. It surely is the most beautifully muscled body I've seen in a long time."
He was surprised. He knew he didn't come anywhere near the huge muscles of the bodybuilding stars. He said so.
"Ugh," she said in genuine distaste. "I hope you never become like them! They look revolting. No, what I mean is that although your muscles are beautifully developed-so sharp and clean, they are not so big as to appear to overshadow your body. Do you understand?"
He did. He too disliked the hugeness of the bodybuilders and he had been careful not to use too heavy weights in his training which would build those massive muscles ... He had said as much to
Andy when they trained together and he had agreed that what they had done together looked so much better.
'Alright, James, up on the bed-on your belly-and spread your legs wide and get that delightful bottom of yours up in the air...."
He climbed up onto her bed but his heart was hammering. He was more than a little scared of what he knew was coming although he didn't have the courage to refuse her....
"Yes, that's it. Excellent. It opens your bottom for me perfectly. Now, first I am going to relax it ... I know you're scared but don't be. I assure you, what I am going to do to you is not going to hurt a bit. Indeed, I suspect if you will let yourself, you might very well enjoy it a great deal ... I know I did the first time...."
"You! Miss? You mean you've had this done to you?"
"Oh yes, James. There are many ways a man and a woman enjoy sex you know ... Many of us have gone a long way past the so-called 'Missionary Position'. "
"But...."
"But what?"
"But having your, er ass-hole, er fucked by a man ... ? "
"I can assure you it is quite wonderful ... " He subsided, trying to digest this startling piece of information. He wondered what Pearl would say if he suggested she open her bottom for his cock.
"Now I'm going to touch it," she said. "Try to keep it relaxed...."
He jumped a bit at the first touch but then he did relax it and actually, yes, it wasn't all that bad. He found himself enjoying the little movements of her fingers on his anus.
"Good, James. Now I'm going to push inside just a little. If you relax the anal ring, it won't hurt but if you tighten it up trying to keep my finger out, it will hurt a lot ... Can you relax it now?"
He did and she told him to concentrate on keeping it that way.
She slowly-and very gently, pushed one finger inside him, wiggled it around a bit and then withdrew it. "Now that wasn't too bad, was it?"
"No, Miss ... Do it again."
She smiled and worked her finger deeper inside while he wiggled his bottom up at her. She pushed it right inside and found the little button of his prostate pressing against the outer edge of his rectum. She caressed it and James moaned in his new found pleasure.
For some five minutes she kept this up and then withdrew her finger. "That's the way to start, James. But if you want to enter Andy with your penis, you will have to prepare his anus better than with just your finger. This is where these dildoes come in.
"You see the anal sphincter is a muscle. And like all muscles it can be stretched. Stretch it too much though and it reacts and of course it then feels a great deal of pain. This is what happens when a boy is raped by an older man...."
Her face darkened and she muttered something about such men should be subjected to castration-without benefit of anesthetic....
But she calmed down again and went on: "But take it in easy stages-as we are-and it can accommodate surprising objects. I'll just grease this smallest dildo up and we'll see how you like it...."
He was no longer afraid. Her finger had really been quite nice. He hoped Pearl would do this to him in the future....
Anne placed the delicately shaped knob at the end of the dildo against his ass-hole and after reminding him to keep it relaxed, pushed it gently in and up inside him.
"Aaaahhhh, Miss," he breathed. "It feels nice ... Push it in some more."
She pushed it all the way in and then moved it around a little, working it in and out of him slowlyand still very carefully. For some five minutes she kept at it....
Then: "Feel alright, James ... ? Ready to try a bigger size?"
Slowly, over the next hour, she prepared his ass-hole and by the end of that time, he could take one and a half inches with ease.
"How long will the effect last, Miss?"
"Oh for the rest of today, James. Why don't you find Andy and try it on him ... I want you to use the third room down on the left of the passage. There is a big mirror on the wall in there ... " She paused and smiled again. "Actually there are mirrors all over the place in that room but the one on the wall is a two way one. Don't tell Andy this, but I will be standing behind it watching the two of you....
Just in case. If anything goes wrong, I will be only seconds away. If it doesn't, he need not know-just yet anyway....
"Is that okay with you?"
He nodded. Actually it would be a comfort to know she was there, guiding him along the path, ready in case he made a mistake.
He got up off the bed and dressed and then he washed the dildoes and replaced them in the velvet lined box. Then he took the box with him up to the room.
He gasped. It looked like an orgy room. It was similar to the other room she had prepared except this one had mirrors on all four walls and on the ceiling. There was red carpet on the floor and of course the huge bed covered in red satin sheets.
He placed the dildo box on the small table beside the bed and checked that there was Vaseline handy. Then Anne and he left the room, he to go and find his friend; Anne to take up her position in the little recess behind the mirror.
*****
"You mean she says we can? Right now?" Andy had been working in the workshop alongside the garage but he put down the piece of metal he was turning (quite skillfully) on the lathe and followed James back into the house. His loins were churning and his knees trembling.
This was something he knew he wanted to try but after sex with Anne, he wasn't at all sure about it. Their nightly sessions were wonderful. He knew he loved her for herself but boy did he love her body!
Now he was to try another form of sex and while during that embrace all those months ago he had felt a strange tingling in himself, now he wasn't at all sure.
James led him upstairs to the special room and Andy giggled as he beheld the mirrors and the very obvious nature of the room. "If this keeps up Anne will have every room converted for sex," he chuckled. Behind the mirror Anne grinned to herself. He was half right....
They undressed a little self-consciously. James' backside was still tender-but very excited-from Anne's attentions to it. Andy's ass-hole pulsed in eager anticipation. But now that the moment was actually here, both felt embarrassment.
James was naked first and he held out his arms to the smaller boy. Andy moved into them and they hugged each other close. Till now, neither had actually achieved an erection, perhaps because they were so unsure of what they were doing, but that changed dramatically now. Soon, both boys' cocks were hard and slapping against their bellies, rubbing against the flesh as they writhed together.
James kissed his friend.
Mmmmmm. It was different from being kissed by Anne but it was nice.
Then James led Andy over to the bed and they climbed on, lying together and continuing to kiss and cuddle.
Andy didn't know what to think. He enjoyed the contact with James' so beautifully muscled body but he also knew he preferred the softness of Anne's.
"Are you going to fuck me, James?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Yes, but not till you've fucked me-and then only after I've prepared your ass-hole....
"Are you ready to try it ... " He looked over at his friend who nodded and then he turned onto his belly and shoved his buttocks up into the air as he had for Anne's attentions earlier.
Andy climbed on top of him and got his cock at the entrance, now winking at him as it waited for him to enter its dark passage.
He pushed it in, as gently as Anne had with the dildoes to James earlier, then lowered his body on top of the other boy's, resting while he tried to think how he felt.
It wasn't nasty. In fact it wasn't all that bad at all. James' ass-hole was good and tight and he liked the feel of the other boy's muscular buttocks pushing up into his belly....
He began humping a little while James wriggled around under him.
He stopped, concerned that the wriggles meant he was hurting him.
"No, Andy, go on ... It's nice."
"Oh. Thought I was hurting you ... You actually like it, James?"
"Yes. It's a strange feeling ... I wonder if this is what Pearl feels ... ? "
Standing watching behind the mirror, Anne felt a pang of jealousy. She wanted Andy to experience everything but she also wanted him for herself alone. It was a normal reaction she supposed....
Andy kept on thrusting his cock in and out of his friend's ass-hole until he felt himself ready to come.
He pulled out of the boy and grasped his cock in his hand, filling it with his seed.
He wiped his hands on the towel James held out to him and then lay back beside the other boy.
"Well? How was it?"
"You want to know honestly."
"Of course."
"I liked it James. I really did. But I have to say it wasn't as good as with Anne. There's just something missing ... I don't know what it is."
"You love her, Andy. That's what it is. You like me but you don't love me...."
The other young man smiled. "Yes, I guess you're right ... Anyway, it's your turn now ... You want to fuck me, James ... ? "
"No Andy ... Well, I would if you really wanted it but I suspect you don't ... ? Be honest ... please?"
"Alright. No, perhaps I don't, but then you said Anne wants me to experience everything so perhaps I should ... Yes, I want you to do it, really...."
He took up the same position James had previously and looked back over his shoulder at his friend. "I'm nervous, James, so be gentle, won't you...."
James took him through exactly the same procedure Anne had with him, coaxing him forward gently, preparing his small hairless ass-hole until at last he had introduced the three successive dildoes into his rectum.
Andy grinned up at his friend. "You know it isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be ... What's it like with a real cock inside you?"
"You can find out right now, lover...."
James pushed his cock, which wasn't anything like as big as Andy's of course, inside the boy and he sighed-and then wiggled his buttocks as if to suck more of James inside him.
"Mmmmmm. It's nice. I like this better than fucking you, James...."
"Well there you are then. You look after the mistress and I'll look after you...."
But he colored slightly, remembering she was standing only feet away and could hear everything that was said in the room. He hoped he wasn't guilty of lese-majeste....
Afterwards, the two young men lay side by side on the satin covered bed comparing notes.
They agreed it was alright but they both preferred their respective women.
"Still, James. If you feel like a tussle now and then, I won't be averse to it-but there's one thing. I want both Anne and Pearl to know about it if we do. I'm not having any secrets from Anne and I don't think you should from Pearl either...."
"Hmmm. You're right of course. Actually, Miss de winter told me she had something in mind for us all. I don't know what it is but no doubt we'll find out in due course...."
Anne decided to tell them-there and then. She slipped out of the side door into the passage and then came inside the room proper.
Both boys sat up on the bed and made to cover their genitals.
She laughed. "Trying to hide yourselves? Why?
I've seen it all before, boys....
"Actually, Andy, I've been watching you all along. I wanted to make sure James here didn't hurt you and vice versa. I've also heard everything and I'm pleased you tried this ... I'm also pleased you found it okay-but not as a regular thing....
"What I did have in mind for you was a sort of orgy. I thought perhaps you two-and Pearl and I might indulge in a four way thing in which anything goes....
"Now, however, listening to you talk, I think perhaps not. I get the distinct impression you would both prefer to keep your women separate, is that right?"
Both boys nodded silently.
It wasn't, as Andy thought to himself that he was really against such an orgy of sex ... It was more that he preferred to keep his beloved Anne to himself. And later, as he discussed it with James, the other boy agreed with him.
"Maybe I'm old-fashioned, Andy. But I don't want to watch you making love to the woman I'm going to marry and I guess you feel the same about me ... ? "
"Exactly."
"Well what about you and me."
"What did Pearl say," countered Andy. "I don't think she's very impressed actually. She thinks the mistress went further than she should have with the two of us ... If we really wanted to do it, we would have found a way ourselves without her leading us into it...."
"I'm not sure. She may be right, but I think Anne only wanted both of us-and me particularly, to experience everything I can before...."
"Before what, Andy...."
"Oh well, you may as well know, James ... She has asked me to marry her...."
"What! When?"
"Not for a couple of years. She wants me to be sure and she wants me to be old enough to make up my mind properly. But in the meantime, we will live together and I am to learn more about the agency with a view eventually to being made a partner or something."
"Why that's great news, Andy ... " He paused suddenly. "Than you'll be the master here ... I'm not sure I'll like that too much. As it is, we're sort of equal-well you know what I mean ... But once you marry her, you become the boss."
"Nothing will change, James. I am still me and I count you as my best friend. Even if I did become the master-which I won't because Anne will always be the mistress and I just her husband, no matter what she says or does-I could never put our friendship aside.
"But to get back to what we were talking about before, I take it Pearl would rather we didn't fool around ... ? "
"I think that's about the strength of it."
"Well I agree. I liked it. I really did. But I prefer Anne and I know you prefer Pearl. Let's leave it at that."
*****
Andy's progress in the agency was remarkable-and not because he was secretly engaged to the boss-lady either Anne genuinely knew he was a natural in the advertising business and she gave him his head.
Soon he was managing major accounts and sat in on her inner counsels with her senior executives.
He remained popular despite his rapid progress in the firm. All those whom he bypassed on his way up knew he had the ability and that he also had that little extra something so necessary in such a creative field. But also he retained his boyish manners, his modesty and his friendliness to all no matter what station they held in life. No-one could deny he deserved the favors which had found him.
None did.
Back at the house, Anne told all the staff about her engagement to the young man. They offered their congratulations and they meant it sincerely. Each of them had taken a shine to the boy when he had arrived and since then he had insinuated himself into their hearts. Each of them-even Miss Smithers-loved him in their own way....
No matter what the mistress did to him-or rather, took him through-and all knew of her experiments in teaching him about sex-he seemed to rise above it and yet still kept that delightful naivity, that wonderful innocence which so endeared him to all who met him.
He continued to visit his parents regularly and they continued to treat his visits as just another part of the dull routine of their lives.
Anne didn't go with him ... Not even when he told them he was going to marry her. She knew they mattered very little in his life now and that while they remained his parents and he cared for and about them, they were just so damned colorless, they were no longer of importance to him so far as taking a hand in his future life....
She was right. They raised their collective eyebrows and said: "That's nice, dear ... Have some more tea, dear...."
He had smiled and taken his leave after kissing them both on the cheek. He was not surprised at the fact that their only son had announced his intention to marry a woman twice his age had had no effect on them whatsoever.
The news was taken with a great deal more interest at work.
Everyone from executives down to the lowest mailboy congratulated him-and meant it. They were somewhat more reserved in offering her their compliments. She was, after all, still the boss and her eagle-eye could be very cold sometimes....
The wedding was to take place in the garden of the house and each member of the firm was invited as were of course Andy's parents.
They were more than a little bewildered by the manners of the advertising people whom they found brash and gushing and over intrusive towards them. They were glad to get home in the taxi Andy arranged for them.
Anne and Andy went to London for their honeymoon. Anyway, as she said to him. If you are going to take an interest in our overseas branches, it's time you saw them and met the people who run them.
The two weeks in the capital of the United Kingdom was an eye-opener for Andy who had not even been to Sydney before they left on their honeymoon. Brisbane, he realized, was no more than a provincial city by comparison with the capital of the British Commonwealth of Nations and he found the incredible age of its buildings and other monuments quite awesome.
On the return trip they stopped off at Hong Kong to see the people at that branch and then came home via Melbourne, the last branch office.
They were away nearly a month in all but as
Anne said, "We've got a business to run, husband. It's time we got down to running it."
He agreed and now as her new partner, he would be involved with all the top decisions with her....
She was not sorry to give him a share in the decision making. She recognized he had what it took and if he was not as ruthless as her-indeed he was not ruthless at all, he nevertheless had the creative ability and she could handle the harder aspects of the business side of things when it was necessary.
Back at home, they were greeted like friends by the staff. Since Andy's arrival, Anne's attitude towards them had slowly changed. She was no longer the stiff employer but more a friend whom they served because they wanted to.
They had news for the newly-weds once they had been properly greeted and settled in.
Anne recognized their was an air of mystery around the place. "Well," she demanded. "What is it?"
Miss Smithers and Cook exchanged smiles and James and Pearl giggled together.
"Well, Miss. We've gone and done it too. Pearl and I are married...."
Andy was quick to rush forward to congratulate the happy pair and Anne was only a step behind him. "Why, that's wonderful ... I suppose you've moved in to the flat over the garage, Pearl?"
"Yes, Miss...."
"Well you can move right out again. Take the rooms over the kitchen-next to Cook's room."
This was a vacant apartment built for a butler and housekeeper combination and since it was more than Miss Smithers needed, had been empty for years.
*****
Anne and Andy wasted no time in getting to their bedroom ... Once the proper noises to Pearl and James were over with they raced up the stairs, throwing off their outer clothing as they went. The four servants looked up at their flying bodies and smiled. It was very clear what they were up to and where they were going.
In bed, with Andy humping hard and deep, Anne lay in a half reverie as she allowed the sensations this wonderful husband of hers always created to take over. Soon she knew she would be screaming in lust as his cock excited the nerves in her vagina and his questing fingers found her little secret spots and his beautiful body rubbed against hers, all rousing her libido-bringing her on to the most wonderful of sensations....
Soon she knew, he would have her up on a high so tremendous it was almost too hard to bear ... And he would keep her up there for hours while she enjoyed orgasm after crashing orgasm ...
His sexual ability and capacity had not diminished in the three years she had known him. Rather, it had developed even more ... He now had an altogether incredible control over his body and his sexual libido. He could hold back his ejaculations as long as he wanted and when it came-God! It was quite extraordinary....
They must do something for Pearl and James, she thought in her half conscious state. Give all the staff a raise-and a bonus ... But then her thoughts slipped back to the beautiful body lying next to her.
Oh Andy, she thought. You are so beautiful it hurts ... She looked across at him ... Your body is so perfect ... No other male body could ever be so wonderfully perfect....
For four hours he kept her there in her bed while he brought her to seven orgasmic climaxes-and then he brought her down to dinner.
EIGHT
There isn't much more to tell actually.
Eight years have passed and Anne has been more than pleased with her choice of husband. And of course Andy dotes on her.
Miss Smithers has been retired-very honorably and James has come into the house as a sort of butler come major-domo. He and Pearl now have two bonny children on whom the whole house dotes....
"Would you have liked to have had children, Andy?" Anne asked him one night as they lay together in bed.
"Possibly, but it wasn't to be and I'm content, Anne."
"Are you really, though? I know you would have made a wonderful father ... I'm just so sorry I can't have children...."
"It's not an issue, Anne. Anyway we treat young Jimmy and Annette as if they were ours, don't we?"
She giggled. "She's named for me but she isn't anything like me, is she?"
"Just as well," he said and she cuffed him lightly. Then she climbed on top of his naked body.
"I'm going to rape you, lover...."
"Oh no!" he cried holding up his hands as if to shield himself from such horror.
"Yes. And its going to be a brutal rape. Turn over-and spread your legs wide!"
He smiled to himself. So it was to be that sort of rape. Well he didn't mind. Sometimes she climbed onto his cock and bounced her still slim body up and down on top of it-sometimes in her front passage, sometimes up her ass-hole.
But on other occasions she raped him-literally.
She had acquired one of those double ended dildoes which had a harness half way up its length and she inserted one end of this in her vagina and strapped it around her waist. Then she fucked his ass.
He found he liked it.
He had quite liked it when James had introduced it to him at her behest all those years ago but he discovered that when she did it, it took on a whole new flavor.
He and James still occasionally made love. But it was fairly rare these days and then only because their two wives desired a little vicarious entertainment.
He would come home from the office to find Anne had preceded him-and cooked this up with Pearl who was now housekeeper. Then after dinner, the four of them would go to one of the red-carpeted orgy rooms (as he now thought of them) and the two women would imperiously order their husbands to disrobe and to fuck each other while they sat and watched.
It was a game and it always ended up with the respective couples departing to their own rooms for a night of wild abandon....
But about once a week or so, Anne would decide she wanted to fuck Andy's ass and she would don the dildo and order him to thrust his buttocks up in the air for her.
She derived a particular pleasure from this action. As she rammed the thing in and out of his butt, the vibration and movement was transmitted to her own pleasure zones and it was always so different from when he made love to her in the more normal manner. Not that she didn't like him doing that, she did. Even more than this way but this was different-a change, and she enjoyed it. Andy liked it too.
For him, the pleasure came from the excitation of the nerves in his anus and the tickling of his prostate gland. But it also came from the psychological sense of his wife playing the dominant role over him.
He was not a weakling. Nor was he hen-pecked. Theirs was a true partnership-in all things. She neither dominated him nor he her. As it was at the office, where he ran the creative side of the firm and she the business side, so was it at home.
He now looked after the garden-there was a new boy now to replace James: one Jeremy Dutton, another handsome lad of eighteen whom Andy had decreed would be subject to the same rules James had under Anne.
The boy had agreed and Andy had already had occasion to beat his bottom once for a misdemeanor. He found it somewhat ludicrous to order the boy to strip naked and then bend over his knees. And he found himself giggling uncontrollably as he whaled his hand down onto the pert cheeks.
Jeremy had felt his boss laughing and had looked up in amazement at him. Andy had shaken his head-while he continued to slap his buttocks-he simply could not say anything....
But now Anne had put on the dildo and had mounted his body, straddling it with her powerful thighs. She massaged his muscular back a few times then placed the knob of the dildo at his back passage. He pushed his buttocks further into the air to give her easier access. (Struggling was not on the agenda for their 'rape' sessions).
She shoved it in unceremoniously. By now his anus-and hers-were well used to such entries and he sighed as he felt it expanding to accept the plastic cock.
Then she laid her body down on his.
He sighed again. The feel of those beautiful breasts on his back was wondrous. So soft-and yet so firm. He could even feel the nipples grazing his flesh....
She began humping and he shoved his bottom up to meet her down thrusts....
"Oh Andy," she said softly, "I love you so much.. '. "
He twisted his head and torso around and up to her. They kissed softly-and then harder. And then harder still.
"Not as much as I love you my so wonderful and so beautiful wife...."
She pulled out of his ass-hole and feverishly undid the straps of the dildo, throwing it against the far wall.
"Rape me, Andy ... Rape me as you never have before.
"Fuck me as if I was a wanton slut in the lowest bordello-and you a bronzed gladiator of ancient Rome...."
He knew the mood and he responded as he knew she like it. He beat his naked breast with his closed fist and then waved his rampant cock in her face.
"Lick it, slut," he snarled. "Take it in your mouth. All of it!"
He shoved it in her face while she struggled to accept the massive length of it. He held her around her beautiful head and rammed it brutally into her mouth.
He watched her carefully however. This little game was alright but it needed watching. He judged it perfectly.
At just the right moment, he pulled it from her mouth-and shoved it straight into her cunt.
"Open those legs wide, slut. Take my cock!"
And then they made violent-and very wonderful love together....
