Furthermore Mick has been endowed with an absolutely colossal cock,' she concluded firmly. 'Oh really, Cassie, how can you possibly know?' demanded Charles. She replied unblushingly: 'Because I've seen it for myself! One day last month I asked Mary if I could take a look at his big boner and so next time Mick appeared, he pulled out his prick to show me his gigantic weapon.' 'Well, I have no idea of the dimensions of Alfred and Lester Toddington's tools,' I said to Cassie as Mary's shrieks reached a high-pitched crescendo. 'But if this girl will help us, she can make as much noise as she likes so long as your Mama is safely out of the house.' 'I'll have a word with Mary right now,' said Cassie as she rose from her chair. 'Fanny, would you like to come with me and I'll ask Mick to show you his extraordinarily large chopper.' 'Very well, and I'll pop along to Uncle Roger's den and make sure that his camera is in good working order,' said Charles briskly. 'Henry, I suggest that you stroll over to Aunt Elena and find out if she has any special plans for this evening.' 'By all means,' I agreed and followed the others outside into the hall. The girls bustled downstairs where thankfully all was now quiet and Charles gave me the directions to where I could find Elena. This turned out to he a west facing room at the very top of the house so that Elena could best benefit from the light.
'Come in,' she called out when I knocked but Elena jumped up in some confusion when she turned her head and saw that I was her visitor. 'Henry, this is a nice surprise. What brings you up here?'
She moved quickly across to try and hide the sketch which was pinned up on her easel but I was too quick for her and craned my neck round to catch sight of a superbly executed likeness of her own face, her hair curled around her cheeks and a shy but happy smile upon her lips as she kissed the uncapped knob of a large erect penis which she was carefully cradling in her hands. I wanted to ask her whether the finely drawn cock in question was based upon any particular masculine member but felt that such a question would be in poor taste, so I simply remarked: 'You should not feel the need to hide this sketch, Elena, it is a bold yet sensitive work that will be appreciated by all lovers of erotic art.' 'You're too generous, Henry,' she smiled back. 'Although I must admit that Aubrey Beardsley said much the same to me when Roger and I met him at Mr. Geogliegan's gallery back in '95.' I pressured Elena into letting me see some more of her sketches and she showed me a small selection of pencil portraits, some of which were splendidly imaginative. My favourite was of a small orchestra made up of several Society notables with their instruments replaced by others of a decidedly unmusical nature. Miss Norma Grove-Radlett was depicted playing upon a flute fashioned like a greatly elongated prick whilst Lady Brenda Hampstead was seated with a giant cock between her knees which she was bowing like a cello whilst the tympanist, Lord Stanley Goldhill, was using his colossal cock to play on a kettledrum. 'Give me your honest opinion on whether you think I have any real artistic talent,' pleaded Elena and when I replied that I stood by my earlier observation, she looked at me with a lusty gleam in her eye and said: 'Then would you pose for me, Henry?
It is so difficult for me to find suitable models for my admittedly recherche life-studies? Even when I have been in London I have found there to be a taboo against women artists and if nothing else I would like to show the world that the sex of the artist should be immaterial.' 'I don't believe that sex is ever immaterial,' I remarked, which made Elena laugh and retort: 'Touche, monsieur. But please help me, Henry dear, there's no-one else in the house who I could ask.' 'Well, I don't know,' I said doubtfully but she clasped my hand and went on: 'Oh please help me, Henry. Look, I have a good idea which might make it easier for you to agree to my request.
I'll take off my dress before I sketch you. This will allow me more freedom of movement and you will feel less self-conscious about posing in the nude.' How could I refuse this heartfelt plea? I am not a natural exhibitionist, although I am far from ashamed of my body. So I told Elena that I would be happy to oblige her and sat down and removed my shoes and socks. Then I slipped off my jacket and unbuttoned my trousers. 'Give me your clothes and I will fold them up neatly for you,' said Elena as I pulled down my trousers and pants and stood covered only by my flapping shirt, in the long mirror on the wall I could see her looking down at my prick dangling down between my thighs when I slipped off my shirt. 'Thank you, that would be useful,' I said as I passed her my clothes and then, after placing my garments in a neat pile on a chair, Elena also rapidly undressed until she was clad only in her chemise. 'Stand over by the window please, Henry,' she ordered. I took up a position facing her with my hands on my thighs in front of a well-upholstered armless chair. 'Yes, that's excellent, can you hold that pose comfortably?
Good, now try and keep completely still.' I did my best to obey and flexed my muscles as Elena began her sketch, but I could not prevent nature taking its course when I looked at her bare legs and her large, creamy breasts overflowing over the top of her chemise.
Despite my frantic efforts to prevent it by trying to recite the alphabet backwards, my shaft started to stiffen perceptibly even though my hands remained firmly in place on my thighs. This did not escape Elena's attention and she looked at me voraciously as my thick cock rose higher and higher, uncapping the red-topped helmet as it swelled to its full nine-and-a-half inches, standing smartly to attention against my belly. She laid down her pencil and said softly: 'Oh Henry, you are lucky to have been blessed with such a lovely rigid tool. It looks so powerful yet sweet enough to eat.' Naturally, I was flattered by her praise and made no move as she walked across to me and slipped her hand around my pulsating prick. Her long fingers worked up and down as she frigged my rock-hard boner up to bursting point. I put out my own hands and cupped her generous breasts, squashing the erect, rubbery nipples against my palms. 'Let go my bosoms for a moment,' she panted and then my naughty hostess whipped off her chemise Over her head to reveal that she was not wearing any knickers. I was given a brief glimpse of Elena's bushy triangle of pussey hair before she pulled me to her and our bodies crushed together in a fiercely passionate embrace. Our lips mashed together as my hand found its way inside her hairy mound, sliding my fingertips through the yielding cunney lips into the moist vaginal entrance.
Elena sighed as I began to finger-fuck her and her fist slicked up and down my quivering cock so sensuously that her rubbing quickly led to the inevitable result and the sticky jism coated her fingers as I sprinkled her belly with my seed. However, my prick remained firmly upright as we staggered towards the chair where Elena pushed me down and promptly sat herself down on my lap, pressing down the lips of her crack to the glowing helmet of my shaft. Then she lifted herself up and guiding my throbbing tool into her cunt, she sat down slowly and artfully wriggled from side to side to work my prick as far up her love funnel as possible. Her breasts jiggled up and down as she panted: 'Aaah, I love to get on top because fucking in this position gives my cunt a hard pounding, especially if the boy is as thick-pricked as you, Henry. M'mm, that's very good, fuck me harder, Henry, and I'll grind my bum around to give my clitty a good rub!'
I jerked my hips in time with her rhythm and as I arched my frame upwards, Elena gurgled with joy. I shot great gusts of spunk deep into her cunney just at the point when she also reached the pinnacle of pleasure, flinging her arms around my neck as the force of her orgasm rippled through her. Whilst we recovered our senses, I suddenly remembered why I had come to see Elena and I enquired whether she was planning to go out tonight. 'Oh no, we have guests coming to dine with us this evening,' she replied as she swung herself off me. 'I invited Sir Richard Hawton, a local landowner from Forder Green because Lady Hawton is away visiting her sister in Plymouth and he will partner me at dinner.' 'Will there be any other guests?' I asked although I knew full well that Alfred and Lester Toddington had been invited. Elena nodded and went on: 'Yes, I've arranged quite an interesting party. There will be two local gentlemen who wish to press their suits with Cassandra and Fanny, whilst I also have two very nice girls lined up for you and Charles to squire. Miss Jenny Nairman is the niece of Reverend Westhoughton, our local rural dean so you two should have something in common for Charles tells me that you father is also a country parson. She will be accompanied by another young lady named Annabel Tilgate, about whom I know little except that she lives with her parents in Belgravia, and that she and Jenny have been very close friends since their early schooldays. 'Cassandra and Fanny are aware that the Toddington twins will be here this evening but neither they nor Charles know that I have also invited Sir Richard, Jenny and Annabel. Now as I shan't take tea with you because I want to continue working here till dusk, perhaps you would pass on this message to Charles and the girls.' Before I left Elena, I spent a further fifteen minutes posing for her whilst she completed her drawing and in return for the favour, she insisted on giving me a present of her witty landscape sketch of Stonehenge in which every upright stone had been replaced with the likeness of a gigantic prick sprouting up from the ground. Charles was delighted when I conveyed Elena's news to him. 'Henry, I've read about Jenny Nairman in The Illustrated London News. She should be an interesting dinner companion as she's not only a suffragette but a member of Sir Lionel Trapes' South Hampstead set.' He repeated this to the girls at tea-time, but naturally they were somewhat less pleased to hear that Elena had provided companions this evening for Charles and myself.