Ectasy on Fire

All in all, their lives were a waste, and what made this so preposterous was that under their severe clothing, both woman had glorious bodies: firm tight breasts, slim waists, lovely buttocks and clear, white unblemished skin. Both had nice long legs, with handsome feet and toes.

Cornelia's hands were her pride and joy. She had long, tapered fingers, but she always wore gloves in public so that no stranger or, for that matter, friend could see that she painted her fingernails.

Ophelia's toes were her pride and joy and she tinted her toenails many different colors. She was constantly manicuring them, anointing them with special imported cremes, lotions and ointments. Ophelia spent a great deal of money on her precious feet and toes. She adored them sheathed in silky nylons. She admired her trim, shapely ankles in high heels with thin leather straps. She loved to show her feet off, but the only one who knew just how much was her sister, Cornelia. It was such a shame!

One evening, shortly after Steve, Melissa, and Nellie had gone sailing on the Noon Star, Cornelia telephoned Melissa to invite her to a small afternoon gathering. A film producer wanted to use Cornelia's property for a movie and she found the gentleman so charming that, after signing the papers granting permission to shoot on their property, she asked him back to a party.

It was to be a lawn party. Melissa said she'd be happy to come if she could bring her new companion. Melissa didn't mention anything about Steve, particularly not about his age, which was, in actuality, eighteen years and four months. Melissa chuckled to herself, picturing the reception she would get from both Cornelia and her sweet sister, when she arrived with her handsome young lover on her arm.

For this event, she bought Steve a white suit especially tailored for his trim, young frame, and he looked even younger than his age in it, with his light blond hair, shiny clean and tousled on his head. He wore sneakers in the tradition of the Cote d'Azur.

"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.