by Primula Bond
Interest flickered inside her for another day. ‘Whatever. What they really wanted was to ask me what I got up to with Mimi.’ She licked the bottle again with a suggestive wipe of her tongue. ‘Did you know Rick fancies your stepmother?’
He blushed even harder. ‘Yeah. I’ve told him he’s a perv.’
‘Not really a perv. She’s one sexy lady, after all.’ A wicked thought occurred to her. ‘Do you want to see some photos of what we got up to?’
Without waiting for his answer Eloise handed him the camera, starting with the out of focus pictures she’d found of the three of them fucking last night. This was probably way out of order. But then all the lines had become blurred since Cedric walked into her life.
As Jake scrolled through the pictures, biting his lip with obvious lust, she leaned back, resting the bottle between her legs. She resisted the urge to run it up and down her hot slit like a sex toy.
‘Fuck. These are sensational. Pure porn!’ His young voice dipped violently into a deeper manly timbre, at odds with his adolescent face. ‘Just wait till I speak to Rick. The three of you at it! Dad didn’t tell us you were – Christ this is hot!’
Eloise’s cunt gave a couple of uncontrollably cheeky twitches as she saw the effect the pictures were having on him. On his cock. The bottle slipped between her sex lips and nudged the tiny bud of her clit. She gripped it with her legs, droplets of condensation mingling with her own sweat and moisture.
‘But who took them?’ Jake took one last lingering look at the pictures, then switched off the camera.
She shrugged, and the towel fell off. Her breasts thrust out and Jake stared at the instant tightening of her red nipples.
‘It’s a total mystery,’ she murmured, trying to act very calm, sit very still so as not to alarm him. ‘Looks like a voyeur got into the house. Either that, or one of the family. One of the staff. Who knows? There are others of me and Mimi, too. Would you like to see them?’
‘Oh, God. Yeah.’
Like an animal tempted in from the wild, he shifted a bit nearer to her, rubbing his blond hair off his hot face. They looked at the fuzzy images, both breathing heavily now.
‘Or how about trying the real thing?’
He was giving in. She loved him for trying so hard to hold back, not be rampant and arrogant like his brother, but even though he was trying to make conversation he couldn’t keep his eyes off her nipples, growing darker and harder and impossible to ignore.
The softest of breezes caressed her bare skin.
‘I can’t,’ he croaked after a moment. ‘I’ve never done it – not properly–’
Oh, that was all the encouragement she needed. A gorgeous sweet boy, just legal, and ripe for deflowering. It was her turn to be the older woman.
Eloise tilted forwards on to her knees, pausing as he ogled her tits bouncing right there in front of him as if they were ice creams on offer. Softly, softly, catchee monkee …
She picked up one large hand which was digging frantically about in the sand. She lifted it like a warm animal and placed it on one swollen breast. Her nipple spiked against his palm. His fingers sank into the soft flesh, making it ache with wanting. She spread her knees a little to balance more comfortably, dislodging the bottle. She leaned back so that her spine was arched and her breasts pushed at him, jumping up with each heartbeat.
The dry grass rustled in the slight breeze, and the waves curled on to the shore with a collective sigh, awakened by the wake of a passing boat. Her breasts disappeared between his hands. His blue eyes blazed with a helpless request for permission. They were both panting openly now.
Her head was limp and heavy on her neck. The only energy was fizzing between her legs. She was ready to sink beneath him, open arms and legs, let him grab and take and thrust and pummel. She wanted to make him into a man. Privacy, heat, open air, a boy with the body of a god. And all the time in the world.
She watched his fingers exploring the feel of her breasts, wandering across them and moulding them, pushing them together, letting them fall, playing with them, staring at the rigid raspberry nipples. Then she knelt and pushed them into his eager face. There was an electrifying pause. His breath whistled. She wanted him to nuzzle in, lick, suck, bite. His first real woman. Forget any teenage gropings he might have enjoyed. She wanted this to be what he’d tell his mates, tell his brother, remember forever. His first time.
He buried his face between her breasts. She rubbed one taut dark nipple across his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked out tentatively. Her knees wobbled and she clutched his shoulders. Her tit angled itself right into his mouth.
Again his tongue flicked out. Hands that a few minutes ago had been pulling on those oars were crushing her breasts, making them sing with pain. Then his soft lips took the nipple, drew the burning bud into his mouth and sucked. She cradled his blond head, his fierce sucking making her whole body ripple with desire.
She glanced over the quiet river, the heat shimmering round the big empty house, a bird hopping close to them on the dust, this beautiful boy sucking at her aching nipple. He took the other breast, turning from one to the other, lapping and sucking, groaning, biting and kneading harder, and her body was starting to give way. His mouth was rougher as he got the hang of it, so she pushed harder against him, daring him, searching for more pain to communicate more pleasure.
She parted her legs and straddled him, slowly pushing him over so that, still sucking on her, he fell on his back. Now her tits were dangling over him, their size and weight accentuated by hanging there, the soft globes pale in his brown fingers. She tilted her pussy desperately towards his groin and rubbed it against his shorts, the material rubbing against her skin, his dick hard and ready.
Still pushing her tits in his face, she grabbed at the shorts and started to roll them off him like a second skin. He raised his hips obligingly. His erect cock thumped free, juddering out from the rough tangle of blond curls, pulsating and ready. God, it was a work of art as cocks always are. She must do a photographic study. Its surface smooth like velvet, the mauve plum emerging from the soft foreskin, already gleaming.
She grabbed her camera, and took some pictures of it, outlined like a monument by the dazzling sun. Then she tossed the camera aside and folded her fingers round it. Time to try something new.
‘You ready for this, Jakie?’
He didn’t reply, just fell back as she slithered towards his groin. She reached his dick, standing up like a beacon. The tip already beading in anticipation. She’d never done this before, but it looked so tasty.
She drew his cock into her mouth, using her teeth as well as her tongue, relishing his groans of shocked pleasure as his knob knocked at the back of her throat.
His buttocks clenched as she sucked the sweet length of him. He started to buck, groaning in amazement. Eloise wondered if any of his pert little girlfriends gave head like this. Judging by his response, she doubted it. But she’d started now, and she wanted him to think he’d died and gone to heaven. Any minute now she was going to heaven, too. She was just preparing the way.
As she sucked, she rubbed her tits and pussy up and down his stretched-out legs. He pulled at her hair. She must slow herself down. She didn’t want to waste this golden moment by letting herself come all over his shin bone. Her pussy was clenching frantically now, leaving slicks of juice all over his legs.
She gave it one last, long suck, then let it slide out, along her tongue, through her nipping teeth. Greedily she clambered back on top of him, tilting herself over him. ‘See how beautiful it is,’ she crooned, showing him the length of his glistening shaft encircled by her fingers. ‘See how well it’s going to fit.’
She aimed the tip of his cock towards her soft bush. She let it rest there, just nudging it into the landing strip of curls, watching the struggle in his face between letting her take charge, worrying that he might come too quickly, adding to the mix the danger of discovery, but there was no turning back now. She gasped as each inch w
ent in, reaching under him to cup his balls and see him bite his lip with more loud groans of surprise.
This tension was ecstasy, but she couldn’t hold on for much longer. Slowly, luxuriously, the boy’s knob slid up inside, all the way to the hilt. So tempting to ram it, let their hips start working, but she forced herself to pull away again. He frowned, but she was playing with him, easing herself down down again, moaning and tossing her head, and the next time he was with her, learning fast, pulling his own hips back, watching her all the time, then something across the river caught his eye and he froze.
‘They’re back!’ he hissed, jamming his hands on her hips to hold her still.
‘Who?’
‘The others. I can see Mimi in the garden.’
‘Then we’d better hurry up!’ Eloise hissed back.
A filthy grin spread across his face, and suddenly he was looking at her in a different way. Almost domineering.
‘Or someone will be taking more pictures?’ he murmured.
She laughed as he pulled her forwards, jamming her tits into his mouth again and as first one nipple then the other ground into his mouth the rhythm started again, her body tightening to keep him inside her, his cock hardening with each thrust.
There was definitely movement over at the house. Mimi was on the lawn, shading her eyes, trying to see over to the island. Honey was on the balcony outside Eloise’s room. Was that glass glinting in her hands? Binoculars, or a telescope? Eloise didn’t care. In fact, she felt quite exhilarated at the thought of being watched as she did it alfresco with the princeling of the house.
Thank God the camera was with her, though. She didn’t want anyone snooping through her pictures, least of all her influential employers – at least not until she’d completed this contract and got her money.
And that did it. The thought of those grainy images, someone watching and taking pictures of her with Mimi, kissing and touching in front of the mirror, her with those two boys in her room last night, Rick and his insolent sexiness, eager, infatuated Freddy and his amazing cock, young Jake jerking and thrusting under her now, ramming into her, his hips drumming on the ground faster and faster, rutting rapidly until they both came and he shouted out loud, his voice echoing across the water, scaring a trio of ducks to flap awkwardly into the air.
Chapter Six
Eloise watched the red tail lights of the Range Rover disappear round the bend in the gravel drive. It was weird standing on the doorstep, waving them off like she was the lady of the manor, but they’d told her to make free with the house and all its contents while they were out.
Earlier they’d had drinks and a barbecue on the lawn with some respectable neighbours as a hazy twilight dropped like a veil over London. Eloise had kept her distance, padding about in the background taking “happy family” shots of Cedric tossing sausages and Jake moodily mixing Pimm’s and trying to catch her eye. Mimi standing on the jetty blowing cigarette smoke into the darkness and Honey, barely touching a lettuce leaf, lying on the swing-seat and tapping endlessly on her iPhone.
Just after midnight Cedric and Mimi piled Jake’s bags into the car to drive him to Heathrow. Jake hesitated beside Eloise.
‘Call me. Please? I’ll never forget today,’ he whispered, pushing his mobile number into her pocket as he kissed her cheek. ‘And when I get back from New York, I want to do it again.’
‘So try it out on the American cuties first. See how they like it!’ she whispered back.
Little did he know that Freddy’s number was tucked in there, too ...
‘And then there were two.’
There was no answer as Eloise turned wearily into the house. Much as she longed to go to sleep, or better still, go home to her attic flat in Earl’s Court she still, as Cedric had rather curtly reminded her, had one part of her commission to complete.
She glanced down to check through her most recent shots, and when the camera whirred into life, illuminating each frame, she stumbled back against the wall with shock, making a vase on the table rattle.
Because loaded onto the camera were yet more fuzzy pictures, taken as if with a long zoom lens across the river towards the little island. They showed her emerging from the water after her swim, lying back on the sand in her soaked underwear and touching herself. Jake sneaking up from his boat and watching her, his shorts bulging with excitement, and then the two of them in flagrante as she deliciously deflowered him, sucking his young cock, her breasts dangling down over his eager lapping mouth.
They were beautiful shots, subtle and dreamy, but they were also dead sexy. Her cunt twitched. But also she was getting really spooked now. Who was watching her? Who was taking these pictures?
The sound of glass rattling from the kitchen distracted her, and she hurried to investigate. All the barbeque paraphernalia had been cleared away by the maids and the place was spotless, except that the fridge door had been left open. Bright light spilled out onto the pale tiled floor.
She was about to go and shut it but there, sitting cross legged in front of the fridge, her face lit with an eerie blue hue, was Honey. Her golden hair was tied up in a loose bun on top of her head, and she was spooning left-over trifle into her mouth direct from the crystal bowl, and then washing it down with a big bottle of lemonade.
Eloise raised her camera and clicked. Honey looked like Kim Basinger in the famous scene in Nine And A Half Weeks, right down to the luscious mouth and the sexy greediness with which she was stuffing pudding into her mouth, licking her lips, then picking strawberries out of a punnet and swallowing them whole.
‘Hey, that looks good. Can I have some?’
Honey glared at her, chewing silently as Eloise sat down beside her. Without taking her eyes off Honey, Eloise reached into the fridge, dipped her fingers into the first bowl she came to, scooped out what was inside, and snuffled straight into the palm of her hand without looking. It was mayonnaise coronation chicken and impossible to eat neatly with her fingers.
She licked her fingers and went in for more. Honey paused, then did the same thing, reaching into the fridge without looking and taking out a plate of sliced avocado. She stuffed some neat green slices into her mouth, then pushed a couple at Eloise, who was still eating the chicken, and when Honey’s fingers pushed her mouth open and curried mayonnaise and currants spurted through her teeth they both started to laugh.
Honey popped open one of the many bottles of champagne lying in wait on the top shelf, and they both opened their mouths like baby birds to gulp the light bubbly liquid before returning to their crazy game.
When the tomato and chopped chilli couscous came out, though, the competition started in earnest. Honey shook her head, but Eloise forced her lips apart and pushed the food inside, laughing as Honey winced and squealed at the heat of the chilli and tipped a carton of cranberry juice down her throat to quench the fire.
‘Tastes so much better when there’s no one else around,’ remarked Honey. There was strawberry and cranberry juice all down her chin. She swiped hopelessly at it with the hem of her dress, lifting it right up to reveal her long bare legs and tiny pink thong.
‘You’ve missed a bit,’ Eloise giggled, and leant forward to lick the juice off Honey’s chin. Her tongue swiped upwards and touched Honey’s mouth, which dropped open with surprise. They froze, mouth to mouth, eyes wide and staring in the bright light and buzzing cold of the fridge.
Eloise blushed and drew away, scrabbling quickly in the fridge again to hide her confusion, expecting Honey to scramble to her feet and flounce off. But without a word Honey took a raspberry out of another punnet with her teeth and knelt forwards, nudging the fruit against Eloise’s mouth. Eloise took it, her lips once again brushing Honey’s. She sank her teeth into it to let the juice burst out, but Honey didn’t move away, left her mouth resting against Eloise’s as she finished the fruit, and then suddenly they were kissing, strawberry and raspberry juice and milk and tomatoes and champagne dribbling down their necks into their flimsy dresses as th
ey crawled closer to each other and slipped about in the mess on the floor.
Honey’s lips were like warm wet cushions, but the rest of her was light and dainty as a fairy. They knelt face to face, smearing more juice and food up each other’s shoulders and cheeks, and then Eloise took hold of Honey to draw her closer.
Reaching round her was easy, she was so slim, and there it was again. A kick deep in her groin as Honey’s nipples poked through her silky shift dress against Eloise’s, their breasts squashing against each other. How had Eloise lived 20 odd years without realising that embracing another woman was like playing with yourself, only infinitely more exciting? That women were soft, warm, scented, damp, forbidden, and goddamn sexy!
Honey was returning the embrace now, putting her arms round Eloise.
‘I didn’t think I was ever going to get you on your own,’ Honey whispered, her breath shivering across Eloise’s cheek. ‘My family all wanted a piece of you. I saw them.’
Eloise pulled away slightly. ‘What did you see? Exactly?’
‘I wasn’t peeping, honest!’ Honey blushed, dropping her hands from Eloise’s arms. ‘But I did see Freddy and Rick slouching into your room on Friday night. I was so jealous.’
‘Yeah, Freddy’s gorgeous, isn’t he? The best. So young and hunky, and hung like a donkey!’ Eloise giggled, tucking Honey’s hair behind her ear. ‘You should have joined us.’
‘Oh God, like a shot if my brother wasn’t in there.’ Honey took another swig of champagne and handed the bottle to Eloise. ‘When I saw you coming into the dining room with Mimi I knew what she’d done to you. Like, woken you up?’
‘Did it really show that much?’ Eloise drank from the bottle, aware that Honey’s saliva was still on the rim. ‘It was the first time I’d ever been with a woman.’
Honey was silent for a moment. ‘I made out with girls at school. Well, kissed them, anyway.’
Eloise licked cream off her fingers. ‘So you’ll know how good it felt.’
Honey nodded. ‘They were all so pretty. We used to have midnight feasts, you know, a bit like this. There was a group of sixth formers who used to let us smoke in their rooms. And we’d lie on the bed in our nighties and listen to the pop charts and sometimes they had marijuana and you know how horny that makes you.’