Ectasy on Fire

Ever since Steve's birth, one after another, tutors, baby-sitters, counselors, guides, you-name-it, had been hired to do what tutors, baby-sitters, counselors and guides are supposed to do. And ever since Steve could remember, he hated every one of those people. He was always being shipped off, from here to there, back again, up and down, in and out. He developed so strong a drive toward rebellion that when his aircraft landed in Paris, all he could think of was flight – especially when he spotted Maurice waiting for him.

The silent drive to Cannes, then to Monte Carlo, took the entire day. By the time Steve and Maurice arrived both were exhausted, even though they'd stopped for refreshment. They had even taken a nap in a picnic park just off the road from Toulouse.

Melissa Staunton stood next to one of the windows overlooking the courtyard. She could see and hear the approach of the long, black limousine. She could see Maurice's black sunglasses and the visor of his cap. Mrs. Staunton hummed to herself as the big car was maneuvered into its parking space.

With her first glimpse of Stephenson, her lips parted slowly. There was an audible intake of breath. "God, he's a handsome child," she said slowly, one hand gliding down inside her robe to brush over her cunt. Her fingers crawled inside her satin panties. Her index finger found her clitoris. As she massaged herself, her eyes followed the path of Maurice and the boy as they crossed the courtyard and entered the chateau.

At the same time, Madam Andre was also watching Maurice carry the boy's suitcases. As the two strode across the courtyard, their heels clicking on the cobblestones, Madam Andre massaged her breasts. She pinched her nipples. She smoothed them and again she pinched them as if to reawaken them. She sighed.

She looked over her shoulder at George who had been standing behind her all the while. He was holding his naked prick in his hand, masturbating it as he rubbed up against the woman, her skirt raised up around her waist, her bottom bare, her asshole wet from George having tongued it as they waited for the arrival of the limousine from Paris.

"I am sure," Madam Andre said, her voice a husky whisper, "I'm sure he'll be suitable for her."

She meant Mrs. Staunton.

"I agree."

"He's rather good-looking, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes."

"Not too tall, not too small, just around right."

"I agree."

There was a moment of silence as Madam Andre and George watched Stephenson and Maurice disappear into the grand foyer of the chateau.

"George…?"

"Yes, m'darlin?"

"George put it in again. I love your cock up inside."

George backed away from her for a moment. He knelt behind her. Gripping her thighs, he rubbed his face all over her naked bottom. He used his tongue to lick her ass cheeks. She wiggled when he began to kiss them more and more passionately. When George spread them apart and started to introduce his tongue into her anus, Madam Andre squealed.

"George… please… darling… your prick. Put it up inside me so I can keep it warm for a little while. I want it, George. Please. Please?"

George kept kissing, licking. "It needs your wetness, m'darlin'."

"Oh, George.!"

Madam Andre turned. Facing George, she lowered her head. She kissed his mouth. She sucked on his tongue. She licked his face, his nose especially. She sucked on his nose.

"M'darlin'?"

"Yes, George?"

"Wet my prick."

"Oh, George."

"Suck it… suck on it… wet it with your slime."

The woman grinned. She rubbed her fingers all over her hairy bush. She inserted two fingers up inside her hot cunt, coating them with her pussy juice. She looked at her lover and smiled.

She gripped his thick, hot cock with her wet fingers and began to masturbate him. Her other hand flew between her legs. She pushed her fingers into her cunt and when she pulled them out dripping, she spread the warm wetness from her cunt all over her hot asshole.

"It's ready now, George."

She bent over, placing her hands on the windowsill and splayed her legs far apart. He grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down, then placed it between her legs. She pushed her buttocks into his belly and pulled away.

Guiding his cock with his hand, he found the wet, full opening between her legs and thrust inside of her, pushing gently but firmly until his cock was buried deep within her. Both groaned. She balanced herself on her hands and began to move to his rhythm. He moved in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, until he was pumping with such violence he upset her balance, pushing her forward then pulling her back again.