But Richard found himself more interested in the challenge of her clear green eyes. They held him, commanding his attention, a heady, hypnotic quality to them which made him feel as if he were staring into two dry pools of bright jade. She apparently misinterpreted his steady, inquiring gaze. Richard was curious about her, wondering about the kind of experiences she had suffered-wondering why Elizabeth chose to confine her lovers to youths rather than mature men. But she took his appraisal for sexual interest-probably because she was unable to believe that anyone was concerned with her other qualities-and Elizabeth rose from her chair, a faint and resigned smile on her lips. As she stood over him, Richard could smell the giddy jasmine scent of her perfume; and then she was reaching down for him-drawing him to his feet, her very long fingers crooked into his armpits.
“It's time to examine you, darling!”
Elizabeth's voice became husky as she let her fingers slide down his body and press searchingly into his hips. She was almost as tall as Richard, and wisps of her loose, auburn hair tickled his forehead as she leaned closer to him.
“Slip your clothes off, there's a good boy!” she urged in a whisper that was pregnant with erotic meaning. “I like to see if my guests are worthy of my hospitality before I let them stay with me! Come along, you mustn't be shy! See?” she coaxed him. “Spencer is already undressing… he knows what's required of him!”
Richard glanced at his friend. Nodding encouragement, Spencer was indeed disrobing; shucking off his shirt and trousers, kicking his feet out of his shoes and then lolling back in an armchair to peel off his socks. Nervously, Richard ran his tongue over his lips. He felt travel-stained and grimy, for one thing. And he would have preferred to be alone with Elizabeth-the idea of sharing her with Spencer suddenly filled him with distaste. But the woman again misunderstood his expression…
“Poor boy!” Elizabeth soothed. Her hands stole up to his jacket buttons and swiftly opened them. “You're bashful, aren't you? You think I might not be pleased with your body? Don't be silly-I'm sure you're very well- equipped, Richard! Here… let me help you… I really must see what you have to offer me…”
Her busy fingers soon removed his jacket and shirt, and they caressed arousingly through the string-vest- rubbing temptingly at Richard's nipples, the long nails scratching across the boy's tiny teats-before Elizabeth hauled the undergarment over his head. She worked his trousers down, helped him out of his shoes and socks with her eyes fastened on the bulge where Richard's prick rested beneath his Y-front briefs, but allowed him to keep the pants on while she turned to Spencer and beckoned him closer.
When both boys were standing on front of her, Elizabeth knelt between them. She put her hands on their thighs, caressing slowly up and down from their knees to their groins, watching intently to see the first sign of stirring at their pricks. Elizabeth leaned closer and Richard could feel her hot breath on his bare leg: this, combined with the incessant, arousing movement of her fingers as they stole along his thigh, brought his sex slowly to erection-and she exclaimed greedily as the flesh thickened before her eyes, ignoring Spencer now, concentrating all her attention on the younger boy… slipping her hand beneath the tight elastic of his underpants and pressing her fingers into the warm, hairy skin on either side of Richard's stiffening cock.
“My!” Elizabeth whispered. “You are a horny darling, so big and strong-and I haven't even touched it yet, have I?”
She swiftly repaired this omission, tugging his briefs urgently over his hips and dragging them with unseemly haste down Richard's legs. The penis quivered, moving strongly in its excitement as Elizabeth brought her palms together around the shaft and closed them tightly in a praying attitude. Its dark-red crown and the pinker meat of its upper length bulged thickly from between the woman's fingers: gathering a fresh surge of power as it felt the warm, massaging pressure against its middle. With deliberate slowness, Elizabeth began to rub the cock in her hands. She brought it away from Richard's belly, forcing the swollen dart to thrust at an acute angle from the boy's abdomen-sticking out almost horizontally, the hard flesh jerking in fierce protest but unable to escape from her firm, kneading clasp.
Elizabeth held his prick in this position for several moments, relishing the power she was exerting over his proud virility. Then, still keeping one hand wrapped securely around the shaft, she proceeded to tuck Richard's sex between her thighs! A flush of pain went through him as his penis was eased under the woman's legs and made to rear up thickly against her trouser-covered cunt. But Richard controlled himself, refusing to give voice to his discomfort, staring down as the swollen, erecting cock disappeared from view and Elizabeth moved her hand from it.
The crisp white linen of her trousers made the boy's prick throb violently: through the material he could feel her compressed slit-its fleshy lips writhing gently on top of his weapon-and Richard boldly put his hands on Elizabeth's bottom, fondling the cheeks immediately his fingers came to rest on her arse-globes; pulling the woman more tightly against him and returning the hot, taunting stare of her eyes.
Elizabeth smiled, already well satisfied with her new “discovery”. She unbuttoned her shirt but left the garment closed across her breasts, although the deep inner curve of the spheres swelled proudly into view-the pink rims of her nipples also poking nudely out-as Elizabeth raised both her arms and began to wiggle her hips, rocking her body backwards and forwards in a mocking “dry-fuck” that brought beads of perspiration to Richard's forehead.
Slowly, like a particularly sensuous stripteaser, the woman shrugged her shoulders until the shirt slipped reluctantly over them, then fell backwards to the floor behind her. She lifted her arms again: offering the smooth, hairless hollows to Richard's mouth-swaying the right side of her body towards him so that he couldn't mistake her invitation. Still caressing her buttocks, Richard buried his lips in Elizabeth's armpit. He kissed the warm, perfumed flesh, his nose nudging into the hollow and his tongue stealing out to lick around and around-tormenting the sensitive skin until the woman writhed and sobbed with pleasure. But she kept her arms high above her head, forcing herself to submit to the wet tickling, squeezing her thighs sharply together and compressing the boy's cock in her beautiful anguish.
Spencer evidently knew what was expected of him, for he came to Elizabeth's side and, stooping, pressed his mouth into her other armpit! Together, Richard and Spencer gave the nympho a resounding, prolonged kissing and licking; their tongues working into the now-salty-tasting flesh and making the woman moan in wild, gasping cries that raised their own lust to a tense urgency.
Richard moved his face first. He sucked down the soft skin until his lips were moving deeply into Elizabeth's right breast, and when they came to the stiff protuberance of her teat his mouth seized the nipple violently, gripping the red stalk and stretching it hungrily between his teeth. Spencer followed suit: and now they were both feasting on her titties-pulling at the globes and forcing them to swing away from each other, their firm flesh distended, their teats elongated in two inch-long crimson buds.
Elizabeth shuddered ecstatically. She continued to clench and unclench the muscles of her thighs-giving Richard's tightly-held knob a tremendously fervent wanking. When she finally released it, the penis was stained to an angry crimson; slapping back against the boy's belly and glowing with a fierce, mottled power.
Gasping and shivering with lust, the woman stood with her legs spaced widely apart, the limbs shuddering inside her skin-tight slacks, waiting while Richard and Spencer fumbled them down her thighs. As he tugged the waistband over her pubis, Richard saw that his assumption was correct: Elizabeth wore no panties, and her mons veneris was extremely well-pronounced. Protected by a triangular bush of ginger hair, the hard mound formed a thick, curving portico to the wet, fishy-smelling slit which gaped below it; a gash which was already bubbling with come-traces of the colourless, pungent fluid glistening down the flesh of her inner thighs. Directly the slacks were completely removed, Elizabeth sank on her knees in front of the boys. She brought her head urgently down on Richard's cock, slithering her lips along the fat shaft as it entered her mouth and then sucking wildly on the knob- grunting and hissing between her teeth as it twitched in a vigorous pulsing under her tongue…
When she had feasted long enough on this penis, another one was awaiting her pleasure!
Spencer quickly thrust his larger, thicker shaft into Elizabeth's face-and when she had gobbled it completely within her mouth, he grinned at Richard, nudging the boy over the woman's bobbing head and holding his thumb up in a victory sign!
Richard refused to acknowledge the smile or the gesture. He felt suddenly ashamed that he was a party to this scheme: taking advantage of Elizabeth's craving for young men in order to tide them over a difficult financial period. It was degrading, somehow… and the correct word for what they were doing flashed into his mind, turning his shame to anger. They weren't gigolos. That was too respectable a word for what he and Spencer had become. No, an apter phrase was “male prostitutes!”
His brow darkened and his disgust manifested itself in a sudden urge to spoil the plan which they had so
