Anonymous - Ectasy on Fire

All this while Steve sat unflinchingly, perhaps 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 Ophelia. Her brow wrinkled, but then she smiled as Melissa told how Steve and she made hot sexy love to the young British girl at the same time.

"And you were all naked? Oh my!" exclaimed Cornelia, her thighs parting. She could feel the wetness begin to wash over her cunt.

"Steve loves to be naked. Don't you, my darling?" said Melissa.

Steve grinned; his eyes lowered. Then he looked up to see that both Cornelia and her sister had broad grins on their faces too.

This nudity business had been worked out earlier between Steve and Melissa. They had agreed they would emphasize nudity with the women, just to see if it might break the ice between them.

Melissa had told Steve that she was almost positive neither sister had ever seen a naked man, much less a naked boy. They would be stunned with his handsome body, his beautiful golden prick, his sweet balls and his gorgeous, rosy, smooth behind.

"Yes. We were all naked," Steve replied, crossing his legs.

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

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

"Oh, he is, let me assure you," enthused Melissa. "We both enjoy nudity so much. We're hardly ever dressed," she said. She felt herself blushing slightly, but hoped 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 morally criticized by the so-called old- fashioned sisters. Yes, she told herself, I have them where I want 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 Ophelia. "I just hope you're not the jealous type, Melissa."

"I hope not too," smiled Cornelia, who was embarrassed that her cunt was leaking. Each time she thought of seeing this handsome lad utterly naked, her clitoris would begin to throb. She had to use all her self-control to keep from rubbing it.

"No, you both know better," smiled Melissa. "In fact, I like to share."

Cornelia clapped her hands. "Oh, that sounds so great," she cried. She drank more champagne, then refilled everyone's glasses. Her eyes misted up when she focused 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, yes, let's do that!" cried Melissa. She stood. "It'll be so relaxing. Don't you think so, Steve?"

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

"He's going to take down my panties, girls," said Melissa. She was holding her breasts, cupping them, running her hands over her lovely globes while both sisters stared incredulously.

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

Both Cornelia and Ophelia almost went into a state of shock, instantly tongue-tied.

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

Cornelia relaxed, "Yes," she said with a bright smile. "Oh, yes. Yes. I will."

As Steve pulled Melissa's panties slowly down her legs and over her ankles, her hairy crotch was fully exposed to the sisters. Neither could believe their eyes.

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

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

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

Melissa spoke as Steve tossed her lavender panties to the side. "Take down the ladies' panties."

Steve walked over to the seated women. He knelt before Cornelia, reaching up to take hold of her panties and pulling them slowly down her legs. She squirmed in her seat, helping them off. When they were around her ankles, he brushed his hand up her legs and back down. Finally, he pulled her panties off. Then he bent his head to brush his lips across her naked, moist cunt, running his tongue over her lips, spreading them as he did so that her pink passage was exposed. He darted his tongue inside and then withdrew it. Cornelia let out a wild scream.

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

"Oh, yes. Yes," she purred, just this side of fainting as Steve continued to lick her sticky cunt, letting his tongue swim between her lips while pushing her legs wider apart.

Ophelia was awe-struck as she watched. But when Steve came over to her, still on his knees, 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. Ophelia helped him by raising her buttocks. "Oh my God!" she cried as Steve put her panties in a pile with the others.

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

Steve grinned at Melissa. "Yes, Mrs. Staunton," he said in an affected voice, which made all three older females laugh.

Moments later, Melissa was stark naked. Both sisters admired her lovely ripe breasts, capped with erect brown nipples.

"You're gorgeous," cried Cornelia, rubbing her own breasts. She watched with astonishment as Steve, down on his knees in front of her sister, buried his face in her hairy cunt. His tongue flashed in and out. Ophelia writhed and twisted in her seat. Her eyes were closed, and her fingers were white from gripping the arm of the chair as the young boy sucked and glided his tongue over the outer folds of her cunt and chewed on her long wiry pussy hairs. He drove his tongue deep inside her.

"Oh, God," Ophelia moaned. "Yes… yes. Oh, God, Cornelia," she yelled out to her sister who, by now, had stripped naked.

"Oh, God, Cornelia, what is he doing to me? What is he doing to me?"

"He's sucking you, darling," said Melissa, sitting down next to Steve. She put her hand in his lap and began fondling his penis, which was fully erect inside his pants.

"Yes," said Cornelia, who sat down on the other side of Steve. She was staring at Melissa's fingers as they curled around the boy's covered cock, her mouth watering. Her lovely full, ripe breasts of which she was so proud were finally naked, shamelessly naked in front of a man.

Melissa reached out and touched lightly Cornelia's naked breasts, first one and then the other. The woman's nipples rose and darkened.

"Oh, yes, my breasts," she moaned. "Touch my breasts." Melissa cupped one in her palm, squeezing it. She reached out her other hand and cupped the other breast, kneading both roughly. Cornelia closed her eyes at the wonderfully warm sensation. She brought her hands up and covered Melissa's hands squeezing them, making Melissa in turn squeeze harder. Then she dropped her arms to her sides, swooning with ecstasy.

Melissa pinched the woman's nipples, then pinched her own. She reached out one hand and fondled Cornelia's breasts, gliding her hand back and forth from one to the other, while fondling herself the same way. She traced the outline of the woman's full breast with her fingers, as Cornelia reached up and pressed them together, trapping Melissa's fingers between them.

Shifting forward slightly, Melissa bent her head to take Cornelia's breasts into her mouth. She teased the nipples until they were hard as large pebbles. She sucked them as if she were taking nourishment from them. Cornelia moaned in utter bliss.