Ectasy on Fire

Chapter Seventeen

To Melissa, one of the most thrilling aspects of her relationship with young Steve was showing him off in private and especially in public, to the envy of her friends and acquaintances.

Two of these acquaintances were lady-friends of Melissa's from Philadelphia. They were sisters, unmarried, extremely wealthy, and not at all unattractive. They were known in society circles as the unattainable Misses Cornelia and Ophelia Rummington. The fabulously rich Rummington clan, Philadelphia mainliners from way back, zealously guarded these two sisters. Any male contender for either of the ladies' hands was subjected by the family lawyers to severe scrutiny. Few, if any, survived the initial investigations so beautifully prepared and served by the attorneys hired to defend the realm.

Neither woman was experienced sexually, except for a few minor incidents. Once, years back, a boy had touched Cornelia's breasts and then fled the family estate with Cornelia's father chasing him on horseback.

Ophelia had once had an affair, but she never spoke of it. She did once hint to her sister that an older man desired her, but that was when she was twenty, and she never made mention of it again. For years, Cornelia meant to ask her attractive sister what this affair consisted of, but she never found the right time or the courage necessary to ask such a question.

These two very rich sisters also owned a chateau on the Cote d'Azur, near Villefranche-sur-mer. It was not nearly as elaborate as Melissa Staunton's mansion, but it was in excellent taste and was well maintained by female servants.

Throughout the "season," the two sisters were kept from being bored by attending to various and sundry social activities. There was the opera, boating, horse races, flower festivals and the Mardi Gras parade in Nice to keep them busy. The balance of the time they spent abroad, shopping and traveling Switzerland, North Africa, Greece and Vienna. The rest of the time they were so bored that they didn't know what to do with themselves.

They threw a few parties, but these were also boring. They took long automobile trips but didn't really enjoy themselves. They had a small, semi-private beach, but they quickly tired of this too, as there were never any men about.

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.

The lawn party progressed, and the American film producer was as charming as expected. So were the other guests, including two half- naked young actresses and two very good-looking young homosexual male actors. But neither Cornelia nor her sister could take their hungry eyes off Steve, who was constantly at Melissa's side. Cornelia saw them holding hands. Once she even saw Melissa's hand behind Steve, caressing his buttocks as he looked dead ahead, listening intently to the producer.

Another time, while Melissa and Steve were talking, Cornelia saw Melissa brazenly reach in front of the boy and take the perfectly discernable mold of his cock into her hands and squeeze it. She saw Steve close his eyes and whisper something into Melissa's ear. His cock was hard; it seemed like a rock beneath his trousers. Melissa hugged Steve, after hearing what he said, and pressed his rock-hard cock into her loins.

Cornelia gulped and almost sprinted over to where her prim sister was seated to tell her what she'd just seen, but Ophelia wouldn't believe her.

At last, the party was over, and the many guests had gone. Everyone had had a perfectly marvelous afternoon with the delightful film people. Cornelia had invited Melissa Staunton and her young escort to remain behind.

The invitation was accepted. Melissa was so proud of her conquest that her heart was pounding at the thought of showing Steve off further. In the back of her mind, she was conjuring up all kinds of situations that might take place. Her panties were getting soaking wet. Her breasts were growing more swollen and her nipples were stinging. When she secretly touched her clitoris, it responded like a flame, shooting waves of passion upwards through her body.

Once they were all alone, Cornelia invited them to join herself and her sister in the pleasantly situated sitting room in the rear of the chateau, overlooking an extraordinarily lovely flower garden. When they were seated comfortably, an ice bucket containing vintage champagne was brought in by one of the servants. When she was gone, Cornelia sat forward on the edge of her seat. Ophelia, the one with the attractive toes and feet, hoisted her skirt up an inch or so, and also leaned forward, her eyes eager.

"Tell, oh tell us, dear Melissa, how did you find this charming young boy?"

Melissa glanced at her young love, her eyes asking permission. Steve grinned and nodded his handsome head.