she remarked as she left the room. 'I still don't believe that they will be of interest to him, but if I am wrong and he makes me a reasonable offer for them, I shall insist on giving you all percentage of the cash.'
After Elena had shut the door behind her, Cassie said to Charles: 'You don't really think that Mama's paintings are of great value, do you?' 'Not enough to make any enormous difference to your present financial plight, although I am sure they will fetch a useful price at auction,' he answered honestly. Cassie sighed: 'Well, we can but hope. In the meantime, there is the more pressing problem of the Toddington twins to solve.' 'My goodness, I'd quite forgotten that they're coming round here tonight,' exclaimed Fanny. 'Henry, I don't suppose that you have dreamed up a clever plan as to how we keep them at bay?' I shook my head, but then the glimmerings of an idea formed in my mind as I recalled how back at college Joshua had suggested taking some highly embarrassing photographs to make the fiery Maurice FitzAllen look foolish. 'Wait a moment, there might be something we could do if we could get hold of a camera,' I said slowly. Charles snapped his fingers and declared: 'Well done, Henry! Yes of course, but how would we go about it?' 'Well, perhaps Cassie and Fanny will be able to answer that question,' I said and then I explained the scheme to the girls. 'It could work,' said Fanny excitedly. 'We could use Papa's whole plate studio camera if we could lure the terrible twins into Charles's bedroom.'
Cassie nodded and said thoughtfully: 'Fanny, you know who could be useful in this matter, and that's Mary. She loves nothing better than a good fuck and would be happy to seduce Alfred or Lester Toddington on our behalf.' Charles let out a loud guffaw. 'Mary the kitchenmaid?' he chuckled. 'Oh, Cassie, you can't be serious.
Mary's a nice enough girl but she's far too noisy, she gave me a headache last time I fucked her.' 'What on earth are you talking about,' I began but then Charles held up his hand and grinned: 'Shush, Henry, I do believe I can hear a familiar sound coming from downstairs.' He walked briskly to the door and opened it and now I also heard an intermittent squealing. With a puzzled look on my face I looked across to see that Cassie and Fanny were unashamedly shaking with laughter. 'Is that noise what I think it is?' I enquired.
Cassie giggled: 'Yes, that sounds like our pretty kitchenmaid enjoying her regular afternoon fucking with Mick the village blacksmith, or Mick the Prick-as he is known in these parts. As you know, Mama is a firm believer in the broad-minded philosophy of live-and-let-live, but even she has had to warn Mary about disturbing the peace of the house with her yells.' I looked at her doubtfully but Charles said: 'You see, Henry, poor Mary can't help herself. There are girls who sigh, who laugh and some who cry but I've never encountered one who yelled like Mary. Cassie came to her defence. 'Mrs. Hobart has said that Mary is a great help to her even though she also finds it difficult to ignore the noise when Mary is being shagged by Mick the Prick. Incidentally he is a very nice man who always brings Mrs. Hobart a little gift when he comes round here.
Furthermore Mick has been endowed with an absolutely colossal cock,' she concluded firmly. 'Oh really, Cassie, how can you possibly know?' demanded Charles. She replied unblushingly: 'Because I've seen it for myself! One day last month I asked Mary if I could take a look at his big boner and so next time Mick appeared, he pulled out his prick to show me his gigantic weapon.' 'Well, I have no idea of the dimensions of Alfred and Lester Toddington's tools,' I said to Cassie as Mary's shrieks reached a high-pitched crescendo. 'But if this girl will help us, she can make as much noise as she likes so long as your Mama is safely out of the house.' 'I'll have a word with Mary right now,' said Cassie as she rose from her chair. 'Fanny, would you like to come with me and I'll ask Mick to show you his extraordinarily large chopper.' 'Very well, and I'll pop along to Uncle Roger's den and make sure that his camera is in good working order,' said Charles briskly. 'Henry, I suggest that you stroll over to Aunt Elena and find out if she has any special plans for this evening.' 'By all means,' I agreed and followed the others outside into the hall. The girls bustled downstairs where thankfully all was now quiet and Charles gave me the directions to where I could find Elena. This turned out to he a west facing room at the very top of the house so that Elena could best benefit from the light.
'Come in,' she called out when I knocked but Elena jumped up in some confusion when she turned her head and saw that I was her visitor. 'Henry, this is a nice surprise. What brings you up here?'
She moved quickly across to try and hide the sketch which was pinned up on her easel but I was too quick for her and craned my neck round to catch sight of a superbly executed likeness of her own face, her hair curled around her cheeks and a shy but happy smile upon her lips as she kissed the uncapped knob of a large erect penis which she was carefully cradling in her hands. I wanted to ask her whether the finely drawn cock in question was based upon any particular masculine member but felt that such a question would be in poor taste, so I simply remarked: 'You should not feel the need to hide this sketch, Elena, it is a bold yet sensitive work that will be appreciated by all lovers of erotic art.' 'You're too generous, Henry,' she smiled back. 'Although I must admit that Aubrey Beardsley said much the same to me when Roger and I met him at Mr. Geogliegan's gallery back in '95.' I pressured Elena into letting me see some more of her sketches and she showed me a small selection of pencil portraits, some of which were splendidly imaginative. My favourite was of a small orchestra made up of several Society notables with their instruments replaced by others of a decidedly unmusical nature. Miss Norma Grove-Radlett was depicted playing upon a flute fashioned like a greatly elongated prick whilst Lady Brenda Hampstead was seated with a giant cock between her knees which she was bowing like a cello whilst the tympanist, Lord Stanley Goldhill, was using his colossal cock to play on a kettledrum. 'Give me your honest opinion on whether you think I have any real artistic talent,' pleaded Elena and when I replied that I stood by my earlier observation, she looked at me with a lusty gleam in her eye and said: 'Then would you pose for me, Henry?
It is so difficult for me to find suitable models for my admittedly recherche life-studies? Even when I have been in London I have found there to be a taboo against women artists and if nothing else I would like to show the world that the sex of the artist should be immaterial.' 'I don't believe that sex is ever immaterial,' I remarked, which made Elena laugh and retort: 'Touche, monsieur. But please help me, Henry dear, there's no-one else in the house who I could ask.' 'Well, I don't know,' I said doubtfully but she clasped my hand and went on: 'Oh please help me, Henry. Look, I have a good idea which might make it easier for you to agree to my request.
I'll take off my dress before I sketch you. This will allow me more freedom of movement and you will feel less self-conscious about posing in the nude.' How could I refuse this heartfelt plea? I am not a natural exhibitionist, although I am far from ashamed of my body. So I told Elena that I would be happy to oblige her and sat down and removed my shoes and socks. Then I slipped off my jacket and unbuttoned my trousers. 'Give me your clothes and I will fold them up neatly for you,' said Elena as I pulled down my trousers and pants and stood covered only by my flapping shirt, in the long mirror on the wall I could see her looking down at my prick dangling down between my thighs when I slipped off my shirt. 'Thank you, that would be useful,' I said as I passed her my clothes and then, after placing my garments in a neat pile on a chair, Elena also rapidly undressed until she was clad only in her chemise. 'Stand over by the window please, Henry,' she ordered. I took up a position facing her with my hands on my thighs in front of a well-upholstered armless chair. 'Yes, that's excellent, can you hold that pose comfortably?
Good, now try and keep completely still.' I did my best to obey and flexed my muscles as Elena began her sketch, but I could not prevent nature taking its course when I looked at her bare legs and her large, creamy breasts overflowing over the top of her chemise.
Despite my frantic efforts to prevent it by trying to recite the alphabet backwards, my shaft started to stiffen perceptibly even though my hands remained firmly in place on my thighs. This did not escape Elena's attention and she looked at me voraciously as my thick cock rose higher and higher, uncapping the red-topped helmet as it swelled to its full nine-and-a-half inches, standing smartly to attention against my belly. She laid down her pencil and said softly: 'Oh Henry, you are lucky to have been blessed with such a lovely rigid tool. It looks so powerful yet sweet enough to eat.' Naturally, I was flattered by her praise and made no move as she walked across to me and slipped her hand around my pulsating prick. Her long fingers worked up and down as she frigged my rock-hard boner up to bursting point. I put out my own hands and cupped her generous breasts, squashing the erect, rubbery nipples against my palms. 'Let go my bosoms for a moment,' she panted and then my naughty hostess whipped off her chemise Over her head to reveal that she was not wearing any knickers. I was given a brief glimpse of Elena's bushy triangle of pussey hair before she pulled me to her and our bodies crushed together in a fiercely passionate embrace. Our lips mashed together as my hand found its way inside her hairy mound, sliding my fingertips through the yielding cunney lips into the moist vaginal entrance.
Elena sighed as I began to finger-fuck her and her fist slicked up and down my quivering cock so sensuously that her rubbing quickly led to the inevitable result and the sticky jism coated her fingers as I sprinkled her belly with my seed. However, my prick remained firmly upright as we staggered towards the chair where Elena pushed me down and promptly sat herself down on my lap, pressing down the lips of her crack to the glowing helmet of my shaft. Then she lifted herself up and guiding my throbbing tool into her cunt, she sat down slowly and artfully
