drew Elena as my partner. The first few hands were uneventful, but then I found myself in a contract of four spades, which Charles had doubled and when Elena laid down her cards, I discovered that she y had been guilty of substantially overbidding the strength of her hand. 'Perhaps I shouldn't have raised you to four,' she murmured as I studied her cards. 'Not with only holding a trump suit of length without strength.' 'That's never a good position in which to find oneself,' said Charles with a throaty chuckle, but neither Elena nor Fanny took offence. I smiled whilst I pondered upon which way I should finesse the queen of hearts.
I made up my mind and when I craned forward to pull the knave of hearts from Elena's cards, she also leaned forward giving me a closer look at her bulging, ripe breasts. Like Fanny, she was wearing an evening dress with a fashionable, low neckline. 'I must slip off these new shoes,' she murmured. 'They'll be all right once I've worn them in, but right now they are somewhat uncomfortable' As if this were not distraction enough, seconds later I felt a silk-clad foot sliding up against my leg. I became so flustered that after Fanny had played a small heart, instead of taking out the three from my hand, I inadvertently played the ace – to Charles's great disgust for he was now forced to play his singleton queen! 'Fortune favours the brave,' commented Fanny good-naturedly, although under the cover of the tablecloth, I now felt Elena's foot insinuate itself higher until her toes were rubbing against my inner thigh and my cock had swollen up to bursting point! Heaven knows how I managed to follow suit, let alone play out the rest of the hand, but amazingly enough I managed to make the contract and win the rubber. As Cassie had forecast, this was the signal for Fanny to acknowledge defeat and to ask if she too could be excused as she wanted to wake up early and go out horse-riding before breakfast. 'By all means, Fanny,' said Elena graciously. 'But before you go upstairs, gentlemen, as I know how interested you both are in painting, I must show you the latest etchings my husband bought from Mr. Geogliegan's gallery on his last visit to London.' 'Aunt Elena, I've already seen them and as I'm feeling rather tired, would you mind if I browsed through the pictures in your studio tomorrow,' said Charles with a weary smile. This request hardly displeased Elena who nonchalantly replied: 'Yes of course, dear boy, off you go. I don't want you to over-tire yourself as I've arranged lots of nice things for you to do tomorrow.' But nothing as nice as fucking Fanny, I thought to myself, as Charles wished us good-night and left Elena and I alone in the drawing-room.
Now I was not totally naive, and after her naughty game of footsie under the table it was hardly difficult to guess what she had in mind when we sauntered out into the hall. Nevertheless, Elena proved to be even more direct than I had anticipated, for when Polgrave, who had just come up from the kitchen, sidled up to us, she immediately instructed him to lock up the house and then she turned to me and said quietly: 'You come this way, young man.' She led the way up the stairs, but I followed her not to her studio, but directly into her bedroom. I affected a puzzled look and said: 'Mrs. Morley, I thought we were going to look at your etchings.' 'Damn the etchings,' said Elena in a husky voice as she pushed me on to the bed. 'Look at my bosoms instead. Let me show my two beauties to you in all their naked glory.' Elena had divested herself of her underwear, because after she unhooked the top of her dress and pulled it down, the generous contours of her snowy-white bare breasts with their large, pink areoles and rich stalky nipples, were openly displayed.
'When my husband and I were in Paris some years ago, Monsieur Toulouse offered to sketch me for only one hundred francs. Roger agreed and whilst he browsed through the galleries on the Left Bank, the painter took me to a bordel de luxe in the Rue des Moulins.
'I had no hesitation in posing in the nude for him and he completed his sketch in under an hour. The memory of meeting such a great artist will never leave me and his picture is one of my most prized possessions. 'Now I know what you want to ask me, Henry, so I will save you the embarrassment of forming the question. Like all his models, I was most attracted to Monsieur Toulouse but I didn't allow him to make love to me. However, I did let him fondle my breasts and I unbuttoned his flics and pulled out his prick and goodness! What a colossal cock he had on him, of extra-ordinarily large dimensions.
'No wonder the girls of the Parisian demi-monde adored him! I had to hold this huge throbbing tool in my two hands whilst I let the tip of my tongue tickle his helmet. I opened my mouth and managed to suck in about half of his pole, moving my tongue along its width and then I twisted my body round so that he could kiss my pussey and complete a most enjoyable soixante neuf.' Whilst Elena related this fascinating story her eyes travelled to the swelling bulge in my lap.
Her fingers followed her eyes and she dextrously unbuttoned my flies and freed my pulsating prick. She licked her lips whilst her hands slid up and down my thick, throbbing tool and then she looked at me with a voluptuous smile and said softly: 'Henry, I was very pleased to notice that you didn't drink a great deal at dinner because it provokes desire but it takes away from the performance. And I want you to stay here and fuck me till daybreak.' I knew that Cassie was waiting for me to carry out the same function but I could hardly refuse her mother, especially when she quickly undressed and displayed the rest of her naked charms. Elena released my cock and trailed her fingertips through her dark pubic bush through which I could see the split love lips leading to the glistening folds of her love channel.
Then she sat beside me on the bed and pressed my hand to her moist cunney, moving my wrist as my fingers slipped inside her juicy cunt.
'Oh yes, play with my pussey and bring me off,' begged Elena as we lay back and I directed my fingers to the fleshy little nut of her clitty. She arched her back, pressing her mound against her hand whilst. I leaned over and sucked her pointed nipples. The musky scent of Elena's quim filled my nostrils as I opened up her soaking clit and she gasped: 'Oooh, you've made my pussey so wet, Henry! Now stuff your big stiff shaft into my cunt and let's fuck the night away!'
Nothing loath, I rolled over on top of her and she took my cock in her hand and placed my bell-end between her pouting pussey lips. I slid in my prick until our pubic curls were meshed together and I rubbed her erect titties between my fingers which made Elena squirm delightedly whilst I fucked her. And although she may have been past her first flush of youth, Elena Morley was a grand fuck. The walls of her cunney felt like velvet around my cock which was squishing and squirting into her pussey. I fucked her with long, smooth strokes and then as I hovered above her, supporting myself on my forearms, Elena panted: 'Ahhh! That's divine, you darling boy!
Oooh! Oooh! OOOH! My fine young Oxford scholar, I award you a first class degree in fucking!' We laughed merrily and my balls slapped in slow cadence against her bottom as I moved down, up, and down again, increasing the pace when I felt she was near to her spend. I changed the tempo to one of short, sharp jabs as Elena rotated her bum cheeks as I thrust in and out of her squelchy cunt. Then I let out a low growl as my balls tightened and I felt the stream of seed shooting upwards. 'Go on, Henry, cream my cunt,' she cried out, cleverly tightening the muscles of her cunney around my shaft in a long, rippling seizure which ran from the root to the very tip of my prick. Then she relaxed, and at once the spunk burst out of my cock, forcing its way, hot and seething into every recess of her cunney as gush after gush jetted through my shaft, washing the walls of her love funnel with white, foamy seed. In near-delirium Elena screamed out: 'Yes! Yes! Yes!' as she writhed from side to side. Her teeth sank into my shoulder as she arched her body upwards, crushing her soft breasts against my chest whilst the force of a final stupendous spend rocketed through her body. 'M'mm, that was exquisite,' breathed Elena as she collapsed back on to the pillow. Our love juices leaked out into a tiny pool of wetness between her thighs, and as she stretched out her hand to turn down the lamp, I reached down and smeared our mingled cum all over her succulent titties. A warm wave of fatigue washed over me and it soon became impossible to prevent myself falling into a delicious light sleep, as I cradled Elena in my arms. I was woken by a strange hand lightly pulling my ear. 'What the deuce -' I began and then I saw the slender figure of Cassie standing beside the bed, clad in a dressing gown and holding a lamp in one hand and my ear in the other! 'I was wondering where you had got to,' she whispered but she brusquely cut off my profuse apologies. 'It's all right, Henry, I'm cross but I don't blame you as much as my Mama who really should keep her hands off my boyfriends. I know she has had to make do without since Nathan, the gardener's boy, left our employ last July but really, she might have asked me if I didn't mind sharing before seducing you like this.
'I don't condemn her affairs though. Thankfully the times when women were simply expected to lie back and think of England during love-making are slowly passing and if Papa cannot satisfy her needs, I don't see why Mama should not look outside her marriage for sexual satisfaction. Enough men do – look at the number of mistresses kept by the King – so why shouldn't women do the same?' 'Why not indeed,'
I agreed as Elena stirred and her eyes fluttered open. 'Hello darling,' she murmured sleepily when she saw her daughter standing beside and showing no concern that Cassie had caught her in flagrant delecto. Elena mumbled: 'Oh darling, I suppose I owe you an explanation,' but Cassie shook her head. 'Not really, Mama.
Although I did wish for Henry to pleasure me tonight,' she added.
