A FUN KIND OF GIRL 4

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Author's Notes:  A FUN KIND OF GIRL is the third book of the Gold Club Series.  Book Three
is the story of Ed Morgan, a young man who idolizes his older brother Jack.  Jack teaches him
about sex and sexuality and about the fun kind of girls. 
(Mm+/f, Mm+/Ff+, Mm, mF, MF, cons, anal, oral, light bond, inc, interr, voy)

A FUN KIND OF GIRL
(Gold Club Book 3)
By Art Martn

CHAPTER 4



CJ had booked the lodge by e-mail and they hadn't spoken directly, so Billy Ray was curious
about what CJ was up to.  Then he saw the notice posted to his e-mail.  The notice simply said
'CJ Calling.  See Eddie.  Password is 8R34SXE29."   There were no links, but he knew where to
go.  He signed in on CJ's web site with the password "Sunshine" meaning all was clear.  Had he
typed in "Moonshine" it would signal a security breech and he would have gone to a legal
pornographic site.  He clicked on the "Eddie" link and posted the password given in the e-mail
and the video clip of the interview began.

Billy Ray licked his lips as he watched the video.  The boy was handsome, very desirable.  The
blowjob scene was great.  "So that's what CJ's up to this weekend," Billy Ray muttered to
himself.  His dick grew stiff thinking of the debasing CJ was arranging.  "Gangbanging a virgin
boy.   Shit, I'd like some of that."

Billy Ray gazed at a still photo of Eddie and became lost in reverie.  He thought back to his days
in the reformatory.  CJ was his roommate.  CJ was the hairiest son of a bitch he'd ever seen, and
he was willing and ready for sex at anytime, which considering the limited options was very
convenient.  Neither of them had any qualms about poking some younger kid in the butt nor
offering themselves to the staff for extra privileges.  CJ was as sexually promiscuous as he was.
And like Billy Ray, putting his dick in the wrong hole at the wrong time was how he wound up
at the reformatory.  As Billy remembered it, CJ was caught banging a twelve-year old girl by a
neighbor who disliked him to begin with.  He had her tied down as he ravished her.  To make
matters worse, he knocked her up, and he became a father while doing time for creating the
child.
 
Billy Ray typed out a reply, "Sorry CJ, but the heat's on.  You can't film here.  Too damned risky. 
You're welcome to bring Eddie here and fuck him.  Would be glad to join you."

CJ read the reply; it wasn't what he had expected of Billy Ray, as Billy Ray had let him use the
lodge several times before.    He returned a reply, "What gives?"

Billy Ray replied, "The Genova thing.  He always shot his movies at his farm.  Except for one
time, he didn't shoot here, but the dumb bastard recruited all his performers from here. I just
can't risk it CJ.  No more movies made here!  Makes everybody nervous, especially me." 

CJ had read about Alex and Mary Genova's recent arrest for child pornography.  He didn't realize
that there was a connection with Crystal Springs, though it didn't surprise him.

As he read the reply, CJ loudly exclaimed, "DAMN!"  His plan was now in jeopardy, and time
was short.  He thought about how he could work around the location thing.  Then he received a
call from Dr. Marin in Rockford.   

"CJ, your boy Jack told me what you plan for his brother Eddie.  Don't do it!  You'll ruin him
forever.  Break him in slowly.  Loosen him up.  Give his ass a chance to get into condition. 
After a month or so of training, you can go ahead with your plans. Do it like you propose to do it
and the boy will need to be hospitalized."

That did it. He hadn't thought about the possible injury to Eddie and Eddie was too valuable in
the long run. He needed to keep his whores happy and ripping the boy's ass out on his first outing
wasn't a good idea.  He needed a new plan, plus he had to cancel the bidding.  Just when things
looked glum, he got a break.  A long time client wanted to try out Eddie on an exclusive basis.  
Bryan Delvacourt was rich and his wife was even richer.

"Yes, Mr. Delvacourt, he is an anal virgin...  I understand you have to be very careful. I'm having
him checked out for VD and HIV today.  I should have the results in a few days...  Yes, I will
forward you a copy of the report...  No, he doesn't smoke, at least not cigarettes. Like most kids,
he uses a little pot...  Yes, he is a very sexy boy... That's right, no tattoos... Well, what you
propose sounds interesting, but you've got to understand, I've got a lot of money at stake in this
video.  The bidding has been good and... That's a very generous offer Mr. Delacourt.  Okay,
you've got a deal.  I'll cancel the gangbang...  Yes, as soon as the medical report is in, I'll send
him over... You realize he is sexually active and I can't stop him from partying with his friends...
Well, maybe he'll bring you a sixteen-year old girl over sometime... Yes, as far as what I can
control, he'll be exclusively yours, except for me of course... Of course not, I'll save him for
you...  Thank you, Mr. Delavacourt, it's always a pleasure to do business with you."

CJ hung up the phone.  "YES!" he shouted. 

When Jack and I returned from our road trip to Rockford to see the doctor, CJ gave us the news
that the movie was off.  Was I ever relieved!  Then he told me about how I was to work
exclusively for the Delvacourts.  He gave me another crisp one hundred dollar bill.  You talk
about easy money!  Man, I already had two hundred dollars towards my car.  He took me over to
Gentrys, a preppie clothing store, and picked out some new clothes for me.

Later, Jack filled me in on who the Delvacourts were.  They were regular customers of his.  Jack
had several other regular customers and they were always nervous Nellies about catching
something from Jack so they had always insisted on using condoms with him.  Jack told me how
rich they were and how old they were, both in their early sixties.  Shit, Gramps was only
fifty-nine!

A few days later, CJ called and told me to report to the Delvacourt mansion.  I told him I needed
a ride and that Jack wasn't home yet. He told me to use the money he gave me and call a taxi. As
much as I didn't want to spend the money, I did as I was told.  It was my first lesson in the axiom
of business, 'you've got to spend money to make money'.   He also told me to dress nicely and to
wear the new clothes he had bought for me.

I called a taxi and then quickly showered and changed clothes.  The taxi was there before I was
ready.  The cabbie started blowing his horn, attracting the attention of the neighbors.  I ran
outside, still buttoning my new shirt and hopped in for the ride.  

It was the first time I'd been in a taxi. When he dropped me off outside the gates to Delmar
Manor, I couldn't believe how much the cabbie wanted just for a lousy fifteen-minute ride across
town.  Thirty bucks!  I gave him a hundred dollar bill.  The cabbie handed me a wad of bills and
drove away before I counted my change.  The bastard short changed me, returning only sixty
dollars rather than the seventy he owed me.  Lesson number two; 'always count your money
before getting out of the cab'.

The gate was locked and at first I didn't know what to do.  Then I saw the intercom and pressed
the call button.  "Who is it?" said the deep male voice in a not particularly friendly way.

"Uh, Eddie.  Eddie Morgan."

"One moment please." 

The gate activated and swung open.  I walked through and the gate closed behind me.  I walked
up the cobblestone drive and through the wooded front lawn.  Leaves were just budding on the
trees.  The azaleas were blazing in full bloom.  The white blooms of the dogwoods floated
among the trunks of the great oak trees. The house reminded me of a castle, not the heavy
English type, but the airy Disneyland type.  I climbed the front steps and searched in vain for the
doorbell.  Just as I was about to use the heavy brass doorknocker, the tall door opened.  A tall
black man dressed in a tuxedo stood inside.  

"Master Eddie, please come in.  The lady of the house will be with you shortly." He turned and
disappeared through a door to the left. 

I stood in the foyer and gazed up at the crystal chandelier.  The ceiling must have been forty feet
high and was painted with angels flying about.  The floors were polished marble.  Gilded half
columns lined the walls, reaching upward to the ceiling.  In several of the alcoves between the
columns were life size statues of naked men and naked women.  In the other alcoves were large
paintings of plump naked women and muscular naked men.  The women reminded me of
Courtney.  The scenes reminded me of our Saturday night parties.  I had seen paintings like this
in Mom's art books; she called the style Baroque.   Man, this place made CJ's house look like a
dump. My house?  I bet the whole damned thing could have fit in this one room.  

I was studying one of the paintings, where some of the nude men were wearing helmets and
carrying swords and shields.  The other men were fucking women, left and right.  Gave me a
hard on. I was startled to hear a woman's voice behind me. "Do you like my paintings?"

I turned, suddenly embarrassed at having been caught looking at the lewd picture.  The older
woman was dressed in a white silk robe trimmed in white fur.  The neckline plunged revealing
her cleavage.  Her nipples showed through the fabric.  Her legs were shapely and she wore
white, open toed, high heel sandals.  Her hair was platinum blond and shoulder length.  Her blue
eyes sparkled.  She wore deep red lipstick and had painted her fingernails and toes to match. 
She didn't look like the granny type at all.  What gave her away was her heavy makeup trying to
disguise her wrinkles.

I stammered, "Yes, ma'am."

"What do like most about them?"

"Uh, the naked women?"

"I like them too," she said.  "But I like what the men are doing to the women even better."

"Uh, yes, ma'am."

"You must be Eddie.  I'm Sylvia Delvacourt."

"Please to met you ma'am."

"I understand your mother paints you and your brother in the nude.  I don't blame her. Your
brother is gorgeous and you, young man are indeed a handsome young stud and so well
mannered for such a dirty boy."  I remained silent, not knowing how to respond.  "I saw your
dirty little movie.  Tell me Eddie, which do you like best, men or women."

"Uh, women."

"Good.  Bryan and I want a boy who likes both.  Do you like both?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am."

"Do you want to make love to me Eddie?"  She undid the belt to her robe and allowed it to open. 
She was naked underneath.  She had nice tits for an old lady, not to large, and barely sagging at
all.  She had no pubic hair, just nice smooth skin.  As old as she was, I didn't think I would have
any trouble getting it on with her.  "You're getting hard Eddie.  I like that."  She kissed me on my
lips, not a French kiss, but definitely not a motherly kiss either. "Do you think you can please
me, Eddie?"

"Uh, yes, ma'am."

"Good, because that's what you're getting paid for. Come on darling, let's get comfortable and get
to know each other better."

I had expected to go up the wide circular staircase, but we bypassed it and went from grand
room to grand room.  The place was like an art museum.  Finally we went through a smaller
sitting room (actually it was quite large, but compared to the other rooms I'd seen, it was small)
and then into a very spacious bedroom.  The white marble floors had given way to white
carpeting.  A king-size canopy bed sat at the far wall, almost dwarfed by the expanse of the
room.  The artwork was very modern, very abstract, and not to my taste.  She led me through yet
another door and into a room that looked like a tropical jungle.  The black butler was there. 
"Your bath is ready ma'am.  Do you need anything more?"

"Yes, James.  Bring me a glass of white wine.  Pinot Grigio."  

I was staring at the swirling water of what looked to be a small swimming pool, lined with
polished rock, set into the jungle.  At the far side was a statue of a naked little boy, peeing in the
water.  Another naked little boy was wrapped around his legs, gazing upward with a gleeful
look.  Soft, piano music from hidden speakers wafted through the room. 

"Eddie, what would like to drink, darling?"

"Uh, a root beer?"

"Bring Eddie a root beer."  

James turned and disappeared.  Sylvia removed her shoes and then removed her robe, handing it
to me.  She gracefully stepped into the swirling bath and submerged herself to her bust line.  I
dumbly stood there holding her robe.  She smiled, bemused by my naivety.   

"Eddie darling.  Aren't you going to join me?"  She held out a sea sponge.  "I would so appreciate
it if you would scrub my back."

I looked around for a place to put her robe and found a padded bench to put it on.  Then I began
to undress. When at last my boxers fell to the floor, she said, "You're magnificent Eddie!  Turn
around so that I see you...no, turn around slowly darling."  I had been so nervous that I wouldn't
be able to get it up.  I needn't have worried.  "My, my young man, are you always so excited?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good, that's the way I want you, virile and hard.  Ready to satisfy your mistress.  You're as
beautiful as your brother Jack." She rose up exposing her breasts.  "Come darling.  Come wash
my back."  I joined her in the very warm knee-deep water.  "Now don't pee in my bath water."

Why did she have to say that?  Despite my hard on, as soon as I was in the water I had an urgent
need to urinate. "Uh, Miss Delvacourt..."

"Call me Sylvia darling."

"Sylvia, I need to go.  Where's the bathroom?"

She laughed, "You're in the bathroom darling, but the toilet is around the corner on your left." 
Feeling a bit foolish, I turned and started to leave the bath. 

"No need to get out darling."  She crossed the bath and reached into the foliage and offered me
what looked like a flower vase.  "Here darling, just pee in this urn."

I was only semi-rigid at the time so I had no problem peeing in the pot. She had a mischievous
smile as she watched me pee.  She ran her hand in the stream of water from the peeing statue
and said, "I like to watch boys peeing, but not in my bath water."  When I finished, she took the
urn from me and sat it on the ledge.  "Now come here darling, and wash my back like I asked
you to do."

I sat next to her and rubbed her back with the sea sponge.  Not being a total dummy, I soon
began laying kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck. 

 "Mmmmmmmm.  That feels so good darling."  She began to rise up out of the water and my
kisses went down her back to her buttocks and then the back of her upper thighs.

"Mmmmmmm.  I like the way you wash my back, Eddie."  

She sat back down in the water and turned to face me.  She took the sponge from my hand and
rubbed down my chest.  Then she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, running her tongue
into my mouth.  Wrapping her legs around my waist, she passionately kissed me and rubbed her
bare tits into my bare chest.  My dick was hard once again and was pressing into her open crotch,
but there was too much friction to penetrate her.  With a free hand, she reached towards the
plants again, searching for something but not able to find it.  

James wheeled in a cart loaded with bottles and glasses.  He opened a bottle of wine and poured
a glass.  "Your wine ma'am."  Then he handed me my root beer "Will that be all ma'am?"

"No, James," she said. "Look in the cabinet and bring me a bottle of silicon lubricant."

"Yes, ma'am."  

James quickly returned with the plastic bottle of waterproof lubricant.  She stood and
approached him.  I admired her very nice figure.  I expected her to take the bottle from him.  I
was already surprised by her brazen conduct with her butler, but I was shocked when he poured
the lube in his hand and rubbed it on and in her pussy.  

Flashing a mischievous smile, she returned to me, straddled me again and then sat down.  This
time my stiff rod slid into her like a hot knife through butter.  

"Oh, yes darling!" she cooed.  "You feel so good inside me!  Oh, baby boy, your cock's so nice
and big!"

James stood watching with a stoical expression and waiting for further orders. 

She started squeezing my dick with her vaginal muscles and grinding her crotch into mine, trying
to get me a little deeper.  Lying her head on my shoulder, she softly moaned with unabashed
pleasure.  

I slid one hand off her back to her crotch and found her stiff clit.  Gently, I began massaging the
hard bud on one side only.  Her rhythmic squeezing with her cunt muscles gave way to
spasmodic contractions and her whole body shook.  She didn't cry out loudly, but softly grunted
as her orgasm seized her. I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and realized that she was biting me,
not too hard, but hard enough to leave a mark.  The trembling and the biting stopped, but her
pussy continued to involuntarily contract around my dick.

After several minutes she lifted her head and French kissed me again.  She started rolling her
pelvis, causing my dick to slide in and out with short strokes, but soon that gave way to a major
pounding as she fucked the hell out of me, creating waves in the bath that splashed over the
sides.  All I did was hold on to her trusting hips until I erupted.  As I shot my sperm up her very
experienced love chute, she started to come again, this time hard, crying out loudly, "Fuck me
boy, fuck me!  Oh, god yes, baby boy, fuck me with your beautiful prick.  Fuck me, oh yes, fuck
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!"  She stopped trusting and sort of collapsed on my shoulder again, her
pussy squeezing and contracting around my cock.  Calm seas returned and even though my dick
went soft, she was still impaled.  

James was still waiting for orders.  After several minutes she raised he head and smiled at me,
softly stroking my face with her hand.  

"James, hand me my wine."

"Yes, ma'am."

She sipped her wine, obviously still enjoying the feel of my now flaccid dick in her pussy.  I
stroked her back and her tits as I studied her body.  Her lightly tanned skin was smooth and taut,
like Jamie's.  There was no excess fat, but she wasn't bony either.  She really was a good-looking
lady, even though she was old enough to be my grandmother.  I idly wondered whether Mi Ma
ever fucked Gramps like Sylvia just fucked me.
 
A tall, portly man dressed in a gray pinstriped suit walked into the bath.  He was balding with a
"U" shaped white band of short hair surrounding the shiny hairless top of his head. He was a
businessman, very distinguished looking, with an aura of power.  He loosened his red tie and
unbuttoned the collar of his starched white shirt. 

"James, bring me a martini and freshen up Sylvia's glass of wine."  James finally disappeared.
"So you must be Eddie."

"Yes sir."

"Did you have my permission to bathe with my wife?"

"Uh, no sir."

"Who told you to you could do this?

"Uh, she told me to."

"I see.  Did she tell you to do anything else."

"Well, not exactly, I thought I was..."

"Did you fuck my wife boy?"

I was pretty sure he was just toying with me, still his demeanor commanded respect.  "Uh, yes
sir, but she..."

"She what?  Ordered you to fuck her?"

"Well, not exactly, she..."

"Did she enjoy it?"

Sylvia rescued me. "Bryan, quit teasing him!  You're making the boy nervous.  Yes, I enjoyed it! 
He's perfect!  Stand up Eddie and show yourself off."  I stood, self-conscious of my nakedness. 
"Can I keep him honey?"

He looked at me.  His eyes scanned my wet body.  "We'll see, Syl.  Turn around Eddie."  I turned
slowly around suddenly aware that my hands and fingers were all wrinkly.  "Do you enjoy your
work, Eddie?"  

I hadn't thought of it as work. "Uh, yes sir."

"Call me Mr. D"

"Uh, yes Mr. D, sir."

"Good, a boy like you needs to enjoy his work." 

Mr. D removed his coat, handing it to James.  One by one he shed is clothes, giving each article
to James to hang up or put up.  He looked a lot like the middle-aged men down at the city pool at
Watkins Park.  He was badly out of shape, with a sagging gut and flabby all over.  His body hair
was a mix of dark and gray.  He waded into the bath, martini in hand and sat down.  "Ah, that
feels great!"

"Did you have a hard day today, honey?" asked Sylvia with loving concern.

"Not too bad.  The day was just too damned long."

"I see you're home early."

"What, thirty minutes?  I've been thinking about our new play toy all day.  It was hard to
concentrate."

"I'm glad your home, Bry.  He's delectable."

Mr. D was looking at me intently.  He sipped on his martini one more time, sat it to the side and
stood up.  He walked towards me, stopping when his crotch was in my face. He ran his hand
through my hair.  Didn't take a genius to figure out what he wanted. Time to get to work.

I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh up to his balls and then his penis.  I gently stroked his
penis bringing it to erection.  He wasn't too big by any means, much smaller than me, and maybe
a little smaller than Joey, probably average, not tiny, but certainly enough to get the job done. 
His testicles, however, were disproportionately large, like two of Mom's meatballs.  In the balls
department, Mr. D was a prize bull.  

Slowly I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft while massaging his great testicles, then
back to the tip of his cut dick.  I worked him slowly sucking his helmet shaped glans softly and
rubbing his balls before sucking it to the root and then slowly sucking back up to the head.  All
the while massaging his nuts. 

 Mr. D uttered a deep groan.  "Shit boy, you do that real good!  Yeah, suck it boy, suck it!"  

His glistening trunk slid in and out of my mouth, and soon I tasted his pre-cum as it oozed from
the slit.  Almost without warning, his hips lurched and he jabbed me in the back of the throat
with his prick.  I felt his cock tube throb as he shot his load directly down my throat.  Pulling his
softening dick from my lips, he picked up and sipped his drink, and then commanded, "James,
give Eddie an enema.  Be thorough.  I want his ass ready for me when I'm ready."  Then he sat
next to Sylvia and they passionately embraced.

I looked over at James, and he motioned with his index finger for me to come with him.  I stood
and got out of the bath and followed James around a corner to another area of the bath.  He
motioned for me to sit on a padded bench.  I could see that across from the bench was a toilet
area.  He disappeared for a few minutes before returning with an enema kit, hanging it on a hook
above the bench.

"Master Eddie, lie down on your stomach.  That's it, knees on the floor.  You ever do this
before?"

"No. Well once when I was little, my mother..."

"Okay.  Now relax boy, I won't hurt you."  

James spread my butt cheeks and stuck the probe up my ass.  He had it greased up so it slipped
right in. While James held the probe in place, I felt the warm, soapy water flood my bowls. 
Soon it was uncomfortable, then very uncomfortable.

"Stop! I can't take anymore!"  The water continued to flood in.

James said, "Squeeze, squeeze hard."  

"Shit, stop!  Please stop!"  The water stopped.  I felt like I was about to explode. 

"Keep squeezing.  Squeeze hard." James slipped the probe from my ass and said, "Run to the
toilet, Eddie."

I got up and hobbled to the toilet area.  There were two toilet bowls, side-by-side. The first one I
came to looked pretty weird to me, it had a sprinkler head sticking up the middle.  I barely made
to the second, normal-looking toilet before my sphincter gave way.  After eliminating the enema
water and copious quantities of fecal material, James showed what the other toilet, a bidet, was
used for.  I washed my ass and James told me to get on the bench again where he flooded my
bowels for the second time. After eliminating and cleaning up, he told me to lie down again.  

"Isn't this enough?"  I protested.

"No, Master Eddie.  Mr. D wants you clean, very clean.  So do as you're told.  It will be my ass if
he finds shit on his dick, so lie down.  You might as well get used to this right now."  

He stuck the probe up my butt again for the third time and I felt the warm water rush in.  I wasn't
nearly as bloated and uncomfortable this time, because James didn't use quite so much water. 
This time, the water I eliminated ran clear.  I was completely flushed out.  James then led me to
the shower stall.  From an anteroom/entrance passageway, James turned on the water and
adjusted the water temperature.  He told me to shower and clean my butt real good. I walked in.
The shower was huge with God-knows how many showerheads coming at you from all
directions.  It was nothing like the tub-shower at home where I have to stoop down to rinse my
hair. One side of the shower was open to the jungle and through the leaves I could see Mr. D and
Sylvia enjoying each other.  

After completely scrubbing down three times, I reluctantly left the shower, apprehensive as to
what was to come next.  James turned the controls and the water cut off.  I had just used enough
water for fifty people to have taken a shower, and I couldn't help but think back to last summer
when the entire region was under strict water rationing.  I thought to myself, 'I'll bet that Mr. D
and Sylvia still used their shower while we had to let the lawn burn up.' 

 James handed me a towel.  I dried off, and as I stepped back into the swirling bath with Mr. D
and Sylvia, I had to wonder why I had bothered to dry off.

Mr. D let his wife's foot slip from his mouth, back into the water.  "James, freshen our drinks,"
ordered Mr. D.  "Come here Eddie and sit between us."  I moved between the two seniors and sat
down.  James handed everyone a glass.  I sipped on my root beer.  "That'll be all for now,
James."

"Very good sir.  Dinner should be ready in about forty minutes.  I'll call you ten minutes before
I'm ready to serve you."

"Thank you James."  James turned and disappeared to tend to his other duties.

"Tell me about yourself Eddie," said Mr. D, his tone conveying an order rather than a request.

I told them I went to Madison Junior High.  Played football.  Liked girls.  I told them I liked
classical music.

"Oh really?  I thought all you kids listened to was rock-n-roll," said Sylvia.

"Oh, I like rock, but I like classical too.  The piece that's playing right now, Brahms, Piano
Concerto #2."  They both looked at me astonished.  "I told you my mom's an artist. She allows
only classical music when she's home."  I had lucked out as the Braham's piece was one of
Mom's favorites and I knew it well.

"I understand she paints you in the nude," said Mr. D.

"Yes sir."

"I'd like to see her work sometime," added Sylvia.

"She's kind of shy about it right now.  She's just doing it for herself. You know, 'capturing the
beauty of our youth'."

"Well good for her, because you and your brother are beautiful boys.  Your mother sounds very
open minded.  Do you have sex with her?"

"No!  It's strictly art."

"I see."

"How experienced sexually are you," asked Mr. D.  I gave him a run down.  "And you've never
been sodomized?"

"Sodomized?"

"Have you ever been fucked in the butt?"

"No sir.  I haven't."

"A butt virgin. Good.  Before you go home today, Eddie, you won't be a virgin.  Does that bother
you?"

My butt cinched up tight.  "I don't know.  I don't know what to expect."

"You've done girls in the butt.  Did they like it?"

"Uh, usually yes, if I or we took our time and took it slow at first."

"That's right, Eddie.  I'll take it slow.  I want you to enjoy it as much as I will." 

Mr. D had been feeling me up for some time and I had a stiff boner.  I was thinking that he was
going to pop my ass right then and there, but James appeared and announced, "Sir, Madam,
dinner is served."  

Sylvia, followed by Mr. D exited the bath.  I followed.  James had a white full-length, terry cloth
robe for each of us.  Sylvia began primping her hair and repairing her makeup.  I followed Mr. D
to the dining room. The large oak dining table probably could have seated twenty-four people
without crowding.  Two chandeliers hung over the table, one at each end.  The walls were
festooned in artwork of every description.  Mr. D sat at the end of the table.  He gestured for me
to sit at his left.  

While waiting for Sylvia, we talked about different things, guy things, like football and cars.  He
asked what were my plans.  I told him that for my sophomore year I would be trying out for the
JV squad at Madison High School and that I was saving up to buy a car when I was sixteen.  

Sylvia came in and sat across from me on her husband's right.  James appeared and served us a
cold potato soup.  The bowls were packed in ice inside a larger silver bowl.  The soup was
garnished in what I now know to be chives.  It was my first taste of vichyssoise. Then James
served the entre; a grilled chicken breast smothered in a white wine sauce with mushrooms and
artichoke hearts.  On the side was sauted asparagus. Desert was whole strawberries served in
whipped cream and cinnamon. It was all pretty strange stuff for a fifteen year old whose only
dining experience had been Mom's simple meals and fast food junk. It was the most delicious
meal I'd ever had. 

After diner, I followed Mr. D and Sylvia out to the patio.  He lit up a fat cigar and puffed on it
while he took me on a tour of the garden, pointing out various exotic plants, native plants,
flowers, and trees.  The grass was freshly mowed and felt good to my bare feet.  He made a
comment about my feet, how much he loved bare feet, bare skin, and carnal pleasures.  He
stopped, unfastened the belt to my robe and removed it, discarding it on the grass.  "I like you
nude Eddie.  You don't mind do you?"

I felt like eyes were everywhere, watching me, but I knew what to say.  "Uh, no sir."

"Good boy.  Come, let's continue our little walk."  

We continued our stroll, he in his robe, me buck-naked.  We came to a copse of trees with a
clearing in the middle.  The grass was very soft.  We paused.  He reached in his pocket and
produced a tube of KY Jelly.  Then he discarded his robe.  He was hard as a rock.  He lay down
in the grass and signaled me to join him.  My dick shot up to attention in anticipation of the lewd
acts that were to follow and lewd they were.  His hands roamed across my bare flesh, he licked
my dick and my balls.  I expected that, but what I wasn't expecting was when he drove his
tongue up my asshole. He had pushed my knees to my chest and I gasped at the first searing
contact between wet tongue and sensitive anal ring.  For the next five minutes or more he
rimmed my ass.  He sat upright between my legs and squeezed off some KY unto his fingers.  He
began rubbing my hole while I clasped my knees to my chest.

"Just relax, Eddie, let my finger inside you."

I tried to relax and suddenly his finger slipped up into my butt.  He massaged my hole for what
seemed a long time.  Removing it and slipping it back in.  Rubbing the sides with a circular
motion.  It seemed to go in easier and easier.  Then I realized he had two fingers up my butt.  It
was a little uncomfortable at first but I soon found it pleasurable.  He pulled his fingers from my
butt and sat up again, this time greasing his dick with KY.  

I watched between my legs as he put his purplish cock head to my virgin hole.  He pushed and
pushed and pushed. Suddenly, I was no longer a virgin as his dickhead all at once slid past my
yielding sphincter and into my gut. My butt hole felt stretched out and I was glad he wasn't
nearly as thick around as I was.  He started to drive in deeper, a little at a time, forcing the
elastic walls of my rectum further and further apart.  I watched his dick slowly disappeared, half
and inch at a time, into my ass.  It really didn't hurt at all.  He took his time.  There was some
discomfort, but no real pain, and the discomfort quickly faded.  Once he could go no father he
simply paused and let me relish the feel of my ass stuffed with his cock.  He slowly withdrew
completely and then began pressing at my anus with his dickhead again, this time I yielded more
easily and he slowly penetrated me fully.  He withdrew and penetrated me again and again until
finally he was thrusting me with full long strokes.  It felt so good.  For the first time I could fully
appreciate why the girls liked it so much.  Mr. D fucked me until the light began to fade.  

I was lost in the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me, then my groin began to tingle.  I
watched in wonderment as my stiff prick got stiffer, the head taking on a deeper color, the I
erupted, all without ever being touched.  I say I watched, I only managed to watch until the first
gout of cum shot from my dick, after that I was dazed.  Just as my orgasmic contractions ebbed, I
felt his dick swell and pulsate as he shot his load into my rectum.  

He pulled off of me and rolled onto the ground, fatigued from his efforts.  After a few minutes
he pulled his legs to chest and said, "Fuck me boy!  Fuck me now!"

My dick was still tumescent, but in no shade for action.  I jerked my cock and was surprised that
it stiffened back up without too much problem.  I found the tube of KY and greased up my pole.
I mounted him.  His anus opened up and literally swallowed my dick whole. 

"Oh, yes boy, you do indeed have a nice dick.  God you feel good inside me!  Take it easy, I'm
not used to such a thick dick."
 

I pounded his butt until dark.  I was surprised when he shot off again onto my chest and his
stomach.  I got so excited I that finally came again, pumping him full of my juice.  My dick
softened in his rectum and I pulled it out with a soft popping sound.  He let his legs down and
lay there for some several minutes before stirring.

"Thank you boy.  That was nice.  Very nice."  He sat up exclaiming,  "Damn!  It's getting chilly
out here."  The temperature had indeed dropped appreciably as the sun had set.  I had goose
bumps all over.  He stood and I brushed the grass from his back.  Picking up his robe, I helped
him put it on, then we walked back to the house.  We didn't pass where my robe was, so I was
still naked as we entered the house.  I followed him to the shower and we cleaned up.

It was well past dark and I needed to get home.  Mom would be home, and I knew she would be
worried.  After toweling off, I looked around for my clothes, but couldn't find them. "Uh, Mr. D. 
I need my clothes."

"You can't stay?"

"No, sir.  I've got school tomorrow. Besides, I'm probably in trouble with my mom now. I didn't
leave her a message. She's probably wondering where I am now. I don't want her to worry about
me."

"Of course not.  What was I thinking."  Mr. D went over to an intercom and pressed a button.  

"Yes, sir."

"James, get Eddie's clothes for him and then give him a ride home."  Mr. D turned to me, "Eddie,
think up some excuse, but I want you to spend the weekend here with Sylvia and me.  Today was
too damned rushed.  Still we got to know each other a little.  How'd you feel about having your
virginity lost?"

I answered him honestly.  "I was scared at first, but it wasn't bad at all.  In fact I liked it a lot."

"Are you looking forward to the next time?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

"Then the next time will be this weekend.  You know, now that there has been a first time, there
can now be a next time.   I remember when I lost my virginity.  I was about your age."

James appeared with my clothes and I quickly got dressed.  Sylvia walked in and kissed me.  "I
did so enjoy today being with you Eddie.  I want you to come back soon."

"Oh, Mr. D wants me to spend the weekend."

"How delightful!"

James dropped me off at my house around 8 PM.  Mom was outside, talking to a neighbor when
the black Cadillac limousine pulled up and I got out.  Mom excused herself and followed me
inside.

"Just where were you tonight Eddie?"

"I had a job to do for Mr. Brukowski."

"This is a school night.  Where have you been?"  

Of course I lied.  "It was some big charity thing.  I was stuffing envelopes with pledge cards." 

"What's with the limo?"

"Well, it was late when we finished and Mr. Brukowski arranged a ride home for me.  Cool car,
uh?  It's got a TV in back, a telephone, and a refrigerator!  You should have seen it!" 

"Did you do your homework before you left?"

"No, ma'am, but I'll get done before bedtime."  I reached in my pocket and pulled out the wad of
bills from the taxi.  "I got paid pretty good!"  I shoved the wad of money back in my pocket.  

"Next time, let me know where you are and what time you expect to be home.  Where's your
brother?"

"I dunno."

"Well I guess he's working for Mr. Brukowski too.  You didn't see him?"

"No ma'am.  He must be on another job," I answered.

"Maybe I should go to work for Mr. Brukowski.  He seems to pay well."  

I thought to myself, 'No, I don't think you really would like working for CJ.'

"Eddie, go eat your supper."

"I already ate, Mom."

She glared at me.  Her expression let it be known that she was not happy.  "I get home from
working my ass off all day, rush around and fix dinner, and neither you nor your brother are
around to eat it."

"I'm sorry Mom, I..."

"I'm sorry too.  Sorry for wasting my time.  I could have had just a salad."

"I'm sorry, Mom.  I..."

"Very well, I'll put it in the fridge and you can eat it this weekend." I looked at her with
questioning eyes.  "You and your brother can bachelor it again this weekend.  For once I have
Saturday off and I'm going to Aunt Jean's and Uncle Bob's.  I'm leaving Friday afternoon, be back
Sunday."  She looked at me with a menacing expression declaring, "No parties!  If I come home
and find the house is mess, you'll be grounded for a month.  Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am.  No parties."

"That's right.  The neighbors will be watching."

"Would it be okay if I stayed at Matt's or Hank's."

"Sure, Eddie.  I don't see why not."

"Thanks, Mom.  Mom, I'm really sorry about today."

"It's alright darling.  I had a hard day and you were just taking care of your business.  I'm proud
of you for that Eddie.  Just let me know what your plans are.  Don't be like Jack and keep me
guessing about what you're doing."

"Okay Mom.  Better get my home work done."

"What do you need to do?"

"Just read a Chapter in Science and a short story for English."

"Could you read while I paint?"

"Uh, sure Mom.  Let me get my books."  

I went to my room, found my books and undressed, carefully hanging up my new clothes.  I
slipped out of my skivvies and went to the living room.  I lay down nude on the blanket,
sprawled out in a 'come fuck me' pose and began my reading assignments.  Occasionally I would
look up from my reading.  She was deep in her work.  I could have been a flowerpot.

The phone rang.  Mom picked it up with a cheerful, "Hello!  One moment.  Eddie, it's for you!"

I took the cordless receiver from her hand and she got back to work.  "This is Eddie."

"Eddie, CJ.  I just had a nice talk with Mr. Delvacourt.  He and his wife were very pleased to
meet you. They want to see you again soon."

"I know."

"I know you can't talk freely now, so just answer my questions yes or no.  Will you be available
for them this weekend?"

"Yes."

"Friday?"

"Yes."

"Saturday?"

"Yes."

"Sunday?"

"Yes."

"That's great Eddie!  Is your mother going to be out of town all weekend?"

"Yes."

"I thought so.  Perfect timing.  Tell me how did you like Miss Sylvia?"

"Fine, just fine."

"Pretty good for a granny, eh?"

I thought about the way she squeezed my dick with her cunt muscles, I wanted Jamie to learn
how to do that. I started to have an erection. "Yeah," I hoarsely replied.  Mom was watching me,
and I couldn't stop it.  "I gotta go." 

"Okay Eddie.  Good job.  They really liked you."

I put the receiver down and fought in vain to restrain my expanding dick, but it seemed to have a
mind of its own. I looked at Mom and she was looking at my growing pecker.  

My arched an eyebrow saying, "My, my Eddie, you're something else.  No wonder the girls are
always over here." 

I closed my eyes and for a few minutes thought of football.  Soon my dick began to deflate. 

"No, no, no baby.  Keep it hard for a little while longer.  You're so sexy like that."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  I reached down and gently stroked myself fully erect
again.

"That's good baby.  Now keep it hard."

I halfway expected her to come over and help herself to me.  The prospect was tantalizing and
my dick got even harder, so hard it began to hurt.  But thankfully she didn't, she just kept on
painting.  For the next hour, I kept my erection by fantasizing about fucking my mother. 

Jack came home and saw me sprawled out with a hard on.  As jaded as he was, the lewdness
shocked him, "Jesus, Eddie!"  Mom blushed three bright shades of red.  She quickly put away
her paints and covered her work. Then she quickly disappeared into her bedroom.  Jack looked
at me and joked, "Didn't you get enough today?"

"Yeah, I got plenty."

"Mr. D and Miss Syl are something else, aren't they?  Filthy rich and filthy minded as you can
get.  Can you imagine Gramps and Mi Ma acting like they do? How about that house?"

"Yeah, it's something else. I liked them Jack.  They were nice to me"

"Mr. D do your butt?" It was my turn to feel the heat of embarrassment flush across my face. 
"Yeah, he did you. I'll bet you liked it."

"I like my work."

"Work!"  He laughed loudly. "Yeah, I like my work too, Sport. It' so hard!"  Jack grabbed his
crotch and then disappeared into the kitchen whistling 'Whistle While You Work'.  

I got up, took a leak and retired to my bedroom, turned off the lights and climbed into bed. I was
out in five minutes. 


  




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