The other person in the chateau to hear Mrs. Melissa Staunton's wild orgasmic scream was Nellie, the maid, or "tweenie" as such maids are called in Europe.
She was alone in her own room, lying naked in bed, reading an erotic novel. When she came to a particularly hot passage, she would pause and masturbate for a while before continuing to read.
Next to her on the bed was her box of dildos and vibrators. She'd spent a considerable amount of the extra money she earned doing special things for her Mistress to buy these.
Nellie was devoted to Mrs. Staunton. In fact, her position resembled something akin to slavery. And Nellie loved it. She wouldn't have traded places with any girl she knew. She had just about everything she needed and wanted, and if she didn't, all she had to do was ask.
She'd often traveled to Nice to go shopping with Melissa. Maurice would drive the big limousine, and the trip was always a thrill.
Nellie loved to ride in the rear seat with the older woman, whom she often made believe was her own rich mother.
Nellie had many fantasies like this about Melissa. Nellie's real mother had died years before and she had grown up in the care of her grandmother who was an old drunk, to put it mildly. She drank from morning to night, played the horses and gambled.
Nellie's step-grandfather (her father was long dead) was also a drunk but not kind like her grandmother. Nellie hated him. The old man constantly grabbed her and this was one of the reasons she'd left home six months before her nineteenth birthday.
Lying on her bed in the Chateau, Nellie recalled it all, and shuddered. She closed her eyes, feeling as if she were falling into a delirious frightening nightmare. She remembered the old man catching her coming out of the shower. As surly as he usually was, this particular morning he was very hung over and in a particularly rotten mood. Grandmother wasn't home.
"Come here, you little bitch," he yelled from the other room, not realizing she was wearing just a towel around her waist. Her delicious breasts were dripping with water, her nipples tight.
"I'm not dressed, Grandpop."
"Who gives a damn, you wench, c'mere!"
Nellie knew better than to argue with the old man. He could be vicious. Often he'd whipped her naked bottom until it glowed pink.
She arranged the towel so that it covered her full, ripe breasts and reached just below her hairy triangle. It did not however quite cover the delightful swelling of her plump buttocks. Then Nellie walked slowly into the dimly lit front room of the shabby house.
Grandpop was sitting in his shorts in an armchair near the TV, smoking a cigar. Near him on an end table was an empty pitcher of beer.
"What do you want me for, Grandpop?"
"I'm outta me beer, lass," he said, not looking up at her. "How's about your runnin' fer me beer?"
"Oh Grandpop," she complained.
He looked up sharply. He was about to open his mouth to swear at her when he caught sight of her glistening wet legs. Her thighs were milky white, her bare feet illuminated by the soft light shining through the filthy curtains that framed the front windows.
She smelled like flowers, fresh from her shower. Despite his advancing years, he felt a sudden urge in his groin.
"C'mere, closer," he commanded.
Nellie knew better than to disobey.
"You know, you."
"Grandpop, I ain't got all day."
She turned as she said this. She recognized the ugly sexual gleam in his eyes as his hand went to his lap cupping his old penis.
"C'mere, or I'll whip the ass off you, lass."
As she approached closer, Grandpop leered at her. She seemed more radiantly beautiful to him than ever before. The cleavage between her large breasts was a deep valley full of inviting shadows. It reminded the old man of music hall dancing girls, and the way their full breasts were almost completely revealed as they danced and flaunted their half-clad bodies on the music hall stage.
The sight of Nellie's pert nipples, their youthful hardness jutting against the fabric of the towel, made his prick begin to stiffen. He began to stroke it.
"What was you doin', Nell, playin' with yourself?"
"Oh Grandpop. You're terrible. No."
"Then why's your nips so tight like that, huh?"
"Oh Grandpop, 'cause I'm cold, that's wot."
"From what, Nell?"
"Grandpop, look, you gimme the money and I go get my duds on and go get your beer, okay? Grandpop, please. I got things to do today."
By now, the old man had grown really hot and lustful. He knew that his woman was gone. There was no one to interrupt.
"Turn around, Nell."
She turned and when she did, Grandpop's eyes rolled in his head. Fully one third of Nellie's deliciously naked buttocks were visible to his greedy eyes.
"Bend over," he told her.
She did, fully knowing what sort of view he'd have now. How many times had she done this for him before when she was younger? She hadn't known what he got out of it until the day she saw a girlie magazine with lewd pictures in it. All the girls had their skirts up, with no panties on. And those who were bent over with their bare behinds quite visible had exposed the lips of their hairy cunts.
When some of these girls in the pictures were bent even further over, you could see their winking assholes along with their thick pussy hair, and the meaty lips that hung down between their parted thighs.
Nellie had to admit that the sight appealed to her very much. This was what had attracted her to a local girlfriend.
"You got a really pretty box there, Nell," her grandfather said.
She said nothing, but stayed bent over, holding her breath, hoping his mood would pass. She shivered when she realized that he'd want more.
"Take off that damned thing, Nell."
"Oh, Grandpop, look. I told you I got things to do. Please, Grandpop."
"Take it off. Take it off, else I'll rip it off, lass!"
With her back still turned to her step-grandfather, Nellie removed the damp towel. She was still bent over, her glorious buttocks shockingly nude.
"Open it up for me," he commanded.
Enjoying her total embarrassment, Nellie bent over even further. Then she reached behind her and with both hands pried open her naked buttocks. When she felt a cooling draft on her exposed anus, she shivered.
She could hear the old man massaging his cock. She knew by now that he'd taken the old thing out of his pants and was fisting it gluttonously.
"Stick one finger up inside, lass."
Nellie obeyed, moistening her index finger by inserting it between her pussy lips then inserting it slowly into her asshole. She knew how much the old man loved to watch it disappear. This wasn't the first time this little performance had taken place. It wouldn't be the last either, she told herself. She felt shivers that had nothing to do with the chill.
She began to finger-fuck her own asshole, moving her long tapered digit in deeper and deeper until it was buried all the way in her hot, tight hole.
"Fuck it," cried the old man. "Fuck yourself!"
And Nellie did. She slid it in and out, deeply and slowly as she listened to the old man's increased breathing, and the sound of his fist moving up and down on his thickening cock.
Even at his advanced age, the old man had no problem at all getting it up.
Within moments, Nellie could feel her hairy cunt pounding, filling up. She felt heat generating in her bowels as she worked her finger in and out, increasing the rhythm, then slowing down. Sometimes, she would let her finger plop out with a noise, then slide it back up inside and fuck herself roughly, shoving it in short spearing jabs, making wet liquid noises as the old man drew his chair closer to her. When she could feel his hot breath on her bare behind, and his hair brushing over her skin, she pulled her finger all the way out.
Backing up close to his face, Nellie held her buttocks open further, until she knew he could see every detail. Then she bent all the way to the floor, spreading her legs so wide apart that she had to balance on her hands in a kind of ballet pose.
She felt the tip of her grandfather's hot wet tongue glide over her exposed asshole, and she let out a wild squeal.
His hands were prying her ass cheeks wider apart, as she backed up further. Now he was washing her naked behind with his tongue as she humped back against his hot, perspiring face.
"Oh, Nellie… oh, Nell," the old man was moaning. "Don't it feel real nice, honey?"
"Hmm."
"Don't it feel real nice, lass?"
"Hmm."
Nellie began to writhe and sway, her delicious buttocks shining wet from the old man's saliva. Sticking two fingers up inside her wet, hot cunt, she began to finger-fuck herself as she continued to move her sweet ass in her grandfather's hot face.
"Don't it make you hot for cock, Nell?"
"Hmm. Yes, Grandpop."
"Oh Nell… it's so good. So sweet."
"Grandpop?"
"Yeah, Nell? Yeah, lass?"
"Grandpop, do you wanna rub your dick all over my asshole?"
"Yes, Nell. Yes, dear. Sit back. Sit back, baby."
Nellie sat back, and as she did, she felt the head of his stiff cock brushing over her asshole. She began to weave and glide over it, bracing herself and balancing so that as she lowered her behind into his lap, her grandfather would be able to slide his cock easily up inside her.
She lowered herself slowly and felt the tip of his cock resting at the opening of her tight entrance. She pushed further down onto him and the walls of her asshole expanded to let in his hard, urgent cock. She gave one final push, as he grabbed hold of her hips, forcing her fully onto him. They both moaned with pleasure.
She felt the entire organ filling her up, and she began pumping on it like a wild woman, squealing and crying. Her huge breasts quivered, her lips parted, and her fingers worked furiously on her burning clitoris. The old man came breathlessly into her ass, his strength depleted.