"You look beautiful, my darling," said Melissa.
Steve smiled over at her. She was naked. Steve had just finished sucking her off to a mighty orgasm and she was still breathing hard, still spreading his saliva all around her meaty cunt-lips, as her eyes smiled softly watching him smooth the new suit. Maurice had just brought it back from the British tailors in Nice.
"It looks good, I must admit," he replied with a broad smile. He felt good when he was all dressed up. "Thank you, Melissa, I love the new suit."
"I'm in love with what's under it."
He grinned. "How well I know that." His penis hurt from all the attention she'd been giving to it. Sometimes Steve's cock was so sore that even Nellie's mouth would harm it and she was so much more gentle than Melissa. Nellie loved to nurse on Steve's big cock while Melissa watched and played with Nellie's ripe breasts.
As Maurice drove them to the party, Melissa gave Steve some ideas about the two sisters. He listened to their sad story and felt genuinely sorry for them. Steve understood just what Melissa meant. Had he not been rescued by her, Steve feared he might have grown old being isolated from the world and it's people.
When the black limousine pulled into the elaborate driveway of the Rummington chateau, Steve was impressed. Melissa was busy pulling up her skirt and sliding back into her silky panties that she'd removed at Steve's urgings at the beginning of the drive.
She had spread her legs wide on the seat while Steve climbed onto the floor and buried his head in her lap, licking her cunt until she came in mild, controlled spasms over his tongue, lips and chin. Afterwards, she dried his face with her panties, the ones she was now putting back on.
Melissa had been right about the reception Steve would find here. She saw the light in Cornelia's deep blue eyes as she introduced young Steve — Cornelia's lips parted, and she had to catch her breath.
Her eyes widened when she said, "This is your companion… the gentleman I've heard about?"
Melissa grinned. "The very same."
"But… but… I thought he was… he was."
Melissa interrupted. "An old geezer, right?"
Cornelia burst out laughing. "Right."
Then moments later, when Steve was introduced to Cornelia's sister, Ophelia, she had almost an identical reaction. But being the more brazen of the two sisters, her eyes swept shamelessly up and down Steve's young, muscular body, lingering suggestively at his crotch. In fact, her stare was so obvious, that Steve found himself blushing. A very frank stare it was, indeed!
Both sisters could hardly wait to get Melissa alone and learn the details of this relationship, which promised to be tantalizing.
The lawn party progressed, and the American film producer was as charming as expected. So were the other guests, including two half- naked young actresses and two very good-looking young homosexual male actors. But neither Cornelia nor her sister could take their hungry eyes off Steve, who was constantly at Melissa's side. Cornelia saw them holding hands. Once she even saw Melissa's hand behind Steve, caressing his buttocks as he looked dead ahead, listening intently to the producer.
Another time, while Melissa and Steve were talking, Cornelia saw Melissa brazenly reach in front of the boy and take the perfectly discernable mold of his cock into her hands and squeeze it. She saw Steve close his eyes and whisper something into Melissa's ear. His cock was hard; it seemed like a rock beneath his trousers. Melissa hugged Steve, after hearing what he said, and pressed his rock-hard cock into her loins.
Cornelia gulped and almost sprinted over to where her prim sister was seated to tell her what she'd just seen, but Ophelia wouldn't believe her.
At last, the party was over, and the many guests had gone. Everyone had had a perfectly marvelous afternoon with the delightful film people. Cornelia had invited Melissa Staunton and her young escort to remain behind.
The invitation was accepted. Melissa was so proud of her conquest that her heart was pounding at the thought of showing Steve off further. In the back of her mind, she was conjuring up all kinds of situations that might take place. Her panties were getting soaking wet. Her breasts were growing more swollen and her nipples were stinging. When she secretly touched her clitoris, it responded like a flame, shooting waves of passion upwards through her body.
Once they were all alone, Cornelia invited them to join herself and her sister in the pleasantly situated sitting room in the rear of the chateau, overlooking an extraordinarily lovely flower garden. When they were seated comfortably, an ice bucket containing vintage champagne was brought in by one of the servants. When she was gone, Cornelia sat forward on the edge of her seat. Ophelia, the one with the attractive toes and feet, hoisted her skirt up an inch or so, and also leaned forward, her eyes eager.
"Tell, oh tell us, dear Melissa, how did you find this charming young boy?"
Melissa glanced at her young love, her eyes asking permission. Steve grinned and nodded his handsome head.
Chapter Eighteen
By the time the preliminary details were outlined by Melissa to the oooh's and aaah's of both Cornelia and Ophelia, at least half the bottle of champagne had been exhausted. Everyone had a slight rosy tinge to their cheeks, especially Steve, who never looked more youthful or more handsome.
His features fascinated both sisters. More than once, Cornelia felt a desire to kiss him, to hug him to her body. Ophelia felt this same desire, but she could not keep her prying eyes away from Steve's crotch. Ophelia could easily 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, exposing her silken ankles and the straps of her high heels, Ophelia knew perfectly well that she was the reason behind his stiffening prick. This pleased her immeasurably. She felt a strange burning in her pussy and, though this did surprise the older of the two sisters somewhat, it was also exceedingly pleasant.
Cornelia, too, was physically aroused, especially when Melissa told them how Steve had been a virgin before meeting her and how now, he was not. not in any of his orifices! The full meaning of this mystified the two sisters at first, but gradually the significance sank in. They looked at each other, wide-eyed in astonishment. Each thought, Does she mean that his anus is somehow involved? Oh my goodness gracious!
"Tell me more… oh, dear Melissa," cried Cornelia, visibly excited. Without thinking about what she was doing, she ran her hands over her firm breasts, careless of what her fingers were doing to her nipples. God, she could feel her breasts becoming more and more swollen, and as Melissa went on with the story, Cornelia's nipples continued to harden beneath her urgent fingers.
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.