Highly aroused, Steve moved up the bed and waved his cock above Nellie's head and, to his pleasant surprise, she reached up, took hold of it and guided it down to her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked it fully down her throat. Steve moaned at the slight scratch of her teeth against his flesh and the deep sucking motion of Nellie's tongue. Melissa sat back and played with herself, content to watch and give directions.
"Now, Steve, don't be so selfish. Give the girl a chance to experience what you're experiencing." He looked over at her, annoyed that she should interrupt his pleasure, but he knew what she wanted, and, he had to admit, it wasn't a bad idea.
He pulled his cock out of Nellie's sucking mouth. He moved down her body, kissing her breasts. He took each one into his mouth and sucked them as she had just sucked his cock. He toyed with her nipples with his tongue until she reached down and pinched them herself. Then he moved further down her body, kissing her navel.
When his head was at the nexus of her thighs, he spread her legs with his hands and buried his face in her cunt. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, and his beard irritated, but at the same time, aroused her flesh. His tongue traced the lines of her cunt lips. Then, to her surprise, he shifted his position, turning and sliding along her body until his cock was poised over her sex. Before she could protest, he drove his cock fully into her passage.
She screamed, clutched his shoulders, digging her nails deeply into his flesh. She threw up her legs and yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me!"
He pounded into her tight cunt and, despite the great pain of having her virginity taken so abruptly, she was greatly pleasured and came almost instantly. Melissa shouted her approval.
Afterwards, Melissa strapped a dildo around her waist and took the girl in the same passage where she'd been taken so many times before. Melissa fucked her from behind, her hands reaching around to clutch her breasts, while Steve fucked her from the front, with his cock buried deep in her cunt. Nellie was in heaven, being simultaneously fucked by the woman she loved and having a man in her cunt.
Steve, too, was in rapturous delight. He could feel the tip of the dildo strapped on his lover, banging against the tip of his cock each time they drove fully into the girl.
Nellie's breasts pressed against Steve's chest and her thighs pressed tightly to his. Her buttocks rubbed against Melissa's belly.
"Oh, oh, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Nellie cried while Steve drove his cock hard into her, wanting to fill her completely with it and to feel the pressure of the tip of the dildo that was buried in her ass.
The three of them spent the night together, alternately resting and playing. Melissa, who was less tired than the other two, sucked Nellie's asshole while she was resting. She dipped her tongue into it and then her fingers. And as she did this, she also played with Steve's semi-erect cock, teasing it until it was once again hard.
Melissa moved around on the bed to take his cock into her mouth. Steve was exhausted and the feel of having his cock sucked as he fell into well-deserved sleep was exquisite. He wished he could always feel this kind of pleasure.
Nellie, aroused by watching them, reached slowly to the bedside table for the dildo. She strapped it around her waist and placed it gently between Steve's buttocks, pushing it slowly into his asshole, filling him completely. She then began punching it in and out awkwardly, but pleasantly. He was too sleepy to much notice the intricacies of her movements. If Nellie lacked finesse, Melissa, sucking on his cock, more than made up for it. Soon, just as he felt he might drift off into unconsciousness, he exploded in Melissa's mouth. She sucked him dry as he finally drifted into deep sleep. Nellie and Melissa passed the remainder of the night in quiet talk, fondling one another's breasts and gently tickling the insides of one another's thighs and cunts.
Chapter Seventeen
To Melissa, one of the most thrilling aspects of her relationship with young Steve was showing him off in private and especially in public, to the envy of her friends and acquaintances.
Two of these acquaintances were lady-friends of Melissa's from Philadelphia. They were sisters, unmarried, extremely wealthy, and not at all unattractive. They were known in society circles as the unattainable Misses Cornelia and Ophelia Rummington. The fabulously rich Rummington clan, Philadelphia mainliners from way back, zealously guarded these two sisters. Any male contender for either of the ladies' hands was subjected by the family lawyers to severe scrutiny. Few, if any, survived the initial investigations so beautifully prepared and served by the attorneys hired to defend the realm.
Neither woman was experienced sexually, except for a few minor incidents. Once, years back, a boy had touched Cornelia's breasts and then fled the family estate with Cornelia's father chasing him on horseback.
Ophelia had once had an affair, but she never spoke of it. She did once hint to her sister that an older man desired her, but that was when she was twenty, and she never made mention of it again. For years, Cornelia meant to ask her attractive sister what this affair consisted of, but she never found the right time or the courage necessary to ask such a question.
These two very rich sisters also owned a chateau on the Cote d'Azur, near Villefranche-sur-mer. It was not nearly as elaborate as Melissa Staunton's mansion, but it was in excellent taste and was well maintained by female servants.
Throughout the "season," the two sisters were kept from being bored by attending to various and sundry social activities. There was the opera, boating, horse races, flower festivals and the Mardi Gras parade in Nice to keep them busy. The balance of the time they spent abroad, shopping and traveling Switzerland, North Africa, Greece and Vienna. The rest of the time they were so bored that they didn't know what to do with themselves.
They threw a few parties, but these were also boring. They took long automobile trips but didn't really enjoy themselves. They had a small, semi-private beach, but they quickly tired of this too, as there were never any men about.
All in all, their lives were a waste, and what made this so preposterous was that under their severe clothing, both woman had glorious bodies: firm tight breasts, slim waists, lovely buttocks and clear, white unblemished skin. Both had nice long legs, with handsome feet and toes.
Cornelia's hands were her pride and joy. She had long, tapered fingers, but she always wore gloves in public so that no stranger or, for that matter, friend could see that she painted her fingernails.
Ophelia's toes were her pride and joy and she tinted her toenails many different colors. She was constantly manicuring them, anointing them with special imported cremes, lotions and ointments. Ophelia spent a great deal of money on her precious feet and toes. She adored them sheathed in silky nylons. She admired her trim, shapely ankles in high heels with thin leather straps. She loved to show her feet off, but the only one who knew just how much was her sister, Cornelia. It was such a shame!
One evening, shortly after Steve, Melissa, and Nellie had gone sailing on the Noon Star, Cornelia telephoned Melissa to invite her to a small afternoon gathering. A film producer wanted to use Cornelia's property for a movie and she found the gentleman so charming that, after signing the papers granting permission to shoot on their property, she asked him back to a party.
It was to be a lawn party. Melissa said she'd be happy to come if she could bring her new companion. Melissa didn't mention anything about Steve, particularly not about his age, which was, in actuality, eighteen years and four months. Melissa chuckled to herself, picturing the reception she would get from both Cornelia and her sweet sister, when she arrived with her handsome young lover on her arm.
For this event, she bought Steve a white suit especially tailored for his trim, young frame, and he looked even younger than his age in it, with his light blond hair, shiny clean and tousled on his head. He wore sneakers in the tradition of the Cote d'Azur.