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 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
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   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
entr,e; a grilled chicken breast smothered in a white wine sauce with
mushrooms and artichoke hearts.  On the side was saut,ed 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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