Russell Smith - Ecstasy on fire

"Tell, oh tell us, dear Melissa, how did you find this charming young boy?"

Melissa glanced at her young lover, her eyes asking permission.

Steve grinned and nodded his handsome head…

Once the preliminary details were outlined by Melissa to the oooh's and aaah's of both Cornelia and Ophilia, at least half of the bottle of champagne had been exhausted. Everyone felt a slight rosy tinge and especially Steve. His cheeks were flushed and he never looked more youthful nor more handsome.

His features fascinated both sisters and more than once Cornelia felt a desire to kiss him, to hug the boy to her body.

Ophilia felt more of the same but she couldn't, just could not keep her prying eyes away from Steve's crotch. With no difficulty at all, Ophilia could imagine his cock smoldering inside his new white suit.

The firm outline of his cock was quite visible, and when she began to playfully lift her skirt higher and higher (while Melissa was talking) and letting Steve see her silken ankles and the straps of her high heels, Ophilia well knew that she was partially responsible for the prick stiffening.

This pleased her immeasurably. She felt a strange burning in her pussy and although this didn't surprise the older of the two sisters, she had to admit to herself that it was so pleasant she couldn't describe what it was doing to her.

As for Cornelia, she was also physically aroused, especially when Melissa told them how Steve had been a virgin boy before meeting her and how now, he would never be again… In any of his orifices, Melissa laughed.

The full meaning of this mystified the two sisters at first, but gradually the significance sank in and this made both open their eyes wider. They looked at each other, exchanging looks of genuine shock, each thinking, "does she mean that his anus is somehow involved. Oh my Goodness Gracious!"

"Tell us more… oh, dear Melissa," cried Cornelia, visibly agitated, her hands gliding over her firm breasts, Cornelia suddenly careless about what her itchy fingers were doing to her itchy nipples. God, she could feel her breasts becoming more and more swollen as Melissa went on with the story.

All this while Steve sat unflinchingly, a little red in the face at times, especially when Melissa began to describe in detail their mutual affair with the young British maid, Nellie.

"I just cannot believe this," cried Ophilia, her brow wrinkled, then her face wreathed in smiles as Melissa told how both made hot sexy love to the young seventeen year old girl at the same time.

"… and you are all naked, oh my God!" exclaimed Cornelia, her thighs parting, her cunt beginning to soak up, totally beyond her control.

"Steve loves to be nude, don't you, my darling," said Melissa to Steve.

He grinned, his eyes lowered. Then he looked up. Both Cornelia and her sister had broad grins on their faces.

Earlier, this nudity business had been worked out between Steve and Melissa. They had agreed, in a conspiratorial collusion that they would emphasize this just to see if this would really break the ice between the two attractive older woman.

Melissa had said to Steve out in the garden when they'd been listening to the movie producer that she was almost positive that neither sister had ever seen a naked man much less a naked boy. They would be stunned with his handsome nakedness, his beautiful golden prick, his sweet balls and his gorgeous rosy smooth behind.

"Yes," he replied, crossing his legs.

"Really?" asked Cornelia, licking her lips, hardly able to contain her enthusiasm.

"He must be very attractive," said Ophilia. She was breathing deeply and drinking more quickly than the others. A second bottle of vintage champagne was opened.

"Oh, he is, let me assure, let me tell you that," enthused Melissa Staunton. "We both enjoy nudity so much. We're hardly ever dressed," she said, feeling a slight blush but hoping that she was getting her point across.

By now she knew that the ice had been broken and she was no longer in fear of being unfairly, or immorally criticized by the so-called old fashioned sisters. Yes, she told herself, she had them where she and Steve wanted them. There would be no backing down now. She winked at Steve. He winked back and licked his lips.

"I'm beginning to feel very friendly," said Ophilia, "I just hope you're not the jealous type, Melissa."

"I hope not too," smiled Cornelia. By now she was almost embarrassed that her cunt was leaking the way it was. Each time she thought of the possibility that she'd see this handsome lad utterly naked, her clitoris would itch terribly. She had to use all her self control to keep from scratching it.

"No, you both know that," smiled Melissa. "In fact, on the contrary, I like to share."

Cornelia clapped her hands. "Oh that sounds so great," she cried, drinking more champagne, refilling everyone's glass, her eyes misting up, even cloudy as she focused them on Steve's muscular body.

"Do you suppose, I… might… well," said Cornelia, stuttering over her words, "do you suppose we might all take off… our clothing?"

"Oh God, yes, let's do that!" cried Melissa. She stood. "It'll be so relaxing, don't you think so, Steve?" she asked the lad.

He grinned. He stood up. "I certainly do," he said and crossing toward Melissa, his back to the two ladies, he kneeled. He looked over his shoulder as he lifted up Melissa's skirt. When her nylon tops came into view and the white flesh above the stockings contrasted so vividly and so excitingly with her nylons, Cornelia gasped. So did Ophilia.

"He's going to take down my panties, girls," said Melissa, holding her breasts, cupping them, running her hands over her lovely globes as both sisters stared, their eyes incredulous.

"Do you want him to take down your panties, ladies?"

Both Cornelia and Ophilia almost went into a state of shock. Both became instantly tongue-tied.

"Well… well… I… yes… I suppose so, wouldn't it be alright, Cornelia?" asked Ophilia. "I will if you will… will you, Cornelia?"

Cornelia relaxed. "Yes," she said, a bright smile. "Oh, yesssss. Yesssss. I will."

As Steve pulled Melissa's panties down and off her ankles, and her hairy crotch was fully exposed to the staring eyes of both woman, neither could believe their eyes.

"God," said Cornelia, "you've got a beautiful cunt."

Ophilia butted in, "Cornelia, I didn't know you knew that word!"

Cornelia laughed. "I know it, and so do you know it, my dear sister."

Melissa spoke as Steve tossed her lavender panties, "take down the ladies' panties."

As Steve did this, both woman almost went out of their minds. But when Steve winking at Melissa, bent his head to brush his lips across Cornelia's naked, hairy crotch, then run his tongue through her thick, hairy cunt lips, Cornelia let out a wild scream.

Her sister reached for her. "Are you alright, darling sister?"

"Ohooooo, yesssss. Yessss," she purred, this side of fainting as Steve continued to lick her sticky cunt, swimming his tongue between her lips, pushing her legs wider apart.

Ophilia was awe-stricken as she watched. But when Steve shifted his position, still on his knees and came over to her, she lifted her skirt up by herself, exposing a lovely pair of long, nylon-sheathed legs.

Steve kissed the crotch of her panties before taking them down and off, Ophilia helping him by raising her buttocks. "Oh my God in Heaven," she cried as Steve put her panties on a pile with the others.

"Steve," said Melissa, "now suck her cunt like a good little boy."

Steve looked at Melissa. He grinned. "Yes, Mrs. Staunton," he said in an affected voice that made all three older females laugh. Moments later, Melissa was stark naked. Both sisters admired her lovely breasts, so full, so ripe, so sexy With her lovely brown nipples.