Chapter 4
"That was quite a performance you put on, young man," Olga said in a tone that indicated new-found respect for other than his physical attributes, as she drove the car down the road. "I found myself a little jealous of Dotty ... you certainly can be a wicked boy when you want to."
"But that's just it, Miss Olga, I didn't want to be ... I ... I just don't know what came over me. When they dressed me up in that outfit and handed me that big whip a strange feeling came over me that I can't explain."
"Well suffice it to say that the feeling was the proper one for that moment, my lad, I had an idea that you were going to be the hit of the show, but I didn't know how much so. You had better get dressed now, if I know your father he'll be up waiting for us."
"What you mean is, he'll be up waiting for you," George said ruefully.
"I know it bothers you that your father pays so much attention to me, baby, but you must understand that he's a man whose wife has been ill for some time and he has certain physical wants that have to be taken care of. I'm doing it more as a favor to him than anything else. Isn't it better that I do it rather than his having to visit some prostitute in the village?" she whispered, reaching out and pulling down George's zipper, slipping her hand inside and snaking gloved fingers around his limp cock.
"I suppose you're right, Miss Olga, George said, thrilling once again to the contact of the soft kid on his shaft. "But I feel so jealous when I see him pawing you, he doesn't seem to care whether I see you two together or not."
"It's just that he gets so excited when he sees my ... well ... let's say overdeveloped body, that he can't resist touching me, just like I get excited when I see your cock," she giggled as her clinging fingers began to move back and forth. "He doesn't do it to make you jealous; he doesn't realize that there's anything going on between us ... he just can't help himself that's all ... GOOD GRACIOUS, you're starting another erection ... ah, the vigor of youth."
They drove in silence, her gloved hand doing excruciating things to George's rapidly expanding prick as he leaned sleepily back against the car seat enjoying every delicious moment of it. As the hot lava surged from the depths of his balls, George slipped into a much needed slumber.
George awoke some time later with a start. He was in total blackness but he could feel that his boyhood was in the grip of a slippery vacuum cleaner that seemed to be suctioning at full power.
"Wh ... where are we? ... am I blind? I can't see a thing," he exclaimed.
"No, silly boy," Olga gurgled, I've just parked the car in the barn, I HAD to have you come just once more ... you got me so excited at the party ... you got every woman at the party excited and a few of the swishy men."
Once again George leaned back against the car seat and let the now carnivorous nurse have her way with his giant rod. Even after his surging release she clung to the velvety knob with her lush lips.
Sure enough as they entered the old farmhouse, George's father was up waiting for them, pacing nervously back and forth in front of the fire.
"Where'n hell have ya been?" he snapped. "Don't ya realize that he's just a kid, it's after one o'clock."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hammond, we stopped off at a friend of mine's house and we just lost track of the time," Olga said, arching her rib-cage to emphasize the jutting quality of her immense orbs as George removed her mink stole and took it to the closet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his father jam a hand deep into her cleavage, but strangely this time he didn't experience the pangs of jealousy that he had previously. His mind was filled with the vision of the huge redhead with the monstrous breasts and booted legs.
"You'd better go to bed now, Georgie," she purred. "Your father and I have something to discuss."
As he mounted the stairs George looked back over his shoulder and saw that his father already had one of her big melons out of her gown and was mouthing it avidly, but it mattered not to him now.
Even later as he lay in his bed and heard giggling and the rhythmic sound of creaking bed springs, he experienced no feeling of jealousy, his mind was centered on the fantastic body of Mrs. Dorothy Wainright. He was wide awake, the hour's sleep in the car was all that his youthful body needed to restore its vigor. He tossed and turned, trying desperately to concentrate on other things in order to bring on sleep, but his thoughts always returned to her unbelievable pulchritude, her mountainous breasts that due to her prone position he hadn't even been able to touch. His tool was at full power as he massaged himself with his rough hands.
Then he knew that sleep would never come, he had to see her again; just the mere sight of her would be enough. He had noticed that there was a balcony running along in front of the upstairs bedrooms. It was two o'clock now and the party was probably just breaking up, or would shortly. If he drove fast he could be there in forty-five minutes. He leaped out of bed and yanked on his clothes. It would be too risky to go out by way of the hall, so he slipped out of the window, hung down, his hands gripping the sill till his feet encountered the wooden gutter. Then he turned sideways and grasped the gutter, lowering his body over the edge to hang suspended, then dropped to the ground.
He ran to the barn and flung open the doors. Fortunately the ground sloped away from the barn, so he went to the car and released the brake, pushing the car backwards till it started to glide down the slope and then jumped into the driver's seat. He wasn't concerned that the amorous couple in Olga's room would hear the sound of the motor, undoubtedly an express train could rip through their room right now and they wouldn't notice. It was his mother that he was concerned about. She was a light sleeper and undoubtedly would be alarmed over the sound of the car starting up at two o'clock in the morning.
He guided the rolling car all the way to the main road before it came to a halt, then he started up the motor and he was off down the road at sixty miles an hour. Later as he encountered cars coming towards him in the vicinity of the Wainright estate he realized with delight that his timing couldn't have been better, the party must just be coming to an end.
When he saw the brilliantly lit mansion in the distance he drove off the road and parked behind some bushes, then made his way over the beautifully manicured lawn till he arrived at the vine covered pillars that held up the balcony he sought. His powerful muscles carried him up the vines with ease as he dropped quietly onto the marble paving. There was a light coming from one bedroom, casting a criss-cross pattern on the paving as it shone through the large French doors. Due to the intense heat of the night, one of the doors was slightly ajar and George could hear the low voices of two women coming from inside. Breathlessly he removed his shoes and crept quietly along till he was able to peer inside. He recognized the voluptuous form of the enchanting hostess in the process of removing her bra. Standing beside her was the willowy shape of the leather clad brunette who had assisted him so ably in his performance. She was frantically trying to get out of her skin-tight leather garment, obviously experiencing as much difficulty as if it were a long, tight glove.
"Wasn't that child simply the MOST?" Dotty exclaimed, as her bra fluttered to the floor, her immense melons plunging free to quiver gelatinously, so huge that they hung pendulously from their sheer weight. The great red aureoles were the size of an average woman's breast themselves, capped with incredibly long nipples that were still swollen with passion from George's whipping.
"He certainly HAD the most, that's for sure," the other woman giggled as she worked the clinging leather garment down over her slender hips, her naked breasts like sizable ice cream cones, jutting out into twin points.
"I hated to see him leave, but Olga said his father would be furious for her keeping him out so late. I was hoping to get my hands on him alone," Dotty said wistfully. "But she promised to bring him to see me later this week."
"Won't I do, darling-g?" the other woman said, finally freeing herself of her garment and clutching one of Dotty's great melons in her eager hands, slipping eager lips over a great appendage.
"You know how much I dig you, darling-g ... it ... it's just that I can't get the impression of that marvelous boy with his incredible cock out of my mind ... love me good tonight, Molly, I need it bad ... REAL bad."
George stood breathless, unable to believe what he was both seeing and hearing. He knew nothing of lesbian love; had never even heard of it. He was thrilled that Dotty was thinking about him, yet she permitted another woman to mouth her breast, her whimperings indicating that she was enjoying it to the fullest. But the marvelous thing was that Olga had been lying. He did have a big cock. He couldn't keep his eyes off the glamorous hostess's incredible pulchritude, her monstrous breasts that almost completely overlapped her black lace garter belt, her slender garter straps that led down to shimmering black nylon hose, the exquisite mid-thigh length black kid boots with their nine-inch heels.
As Molly sucked avidly on the huge nipple, her hands were busy tugging her hostess's diaphanous little black panties down over her flaring hips, the material stretching to the bursting point. Once over the crest of her hips, she let them slide to the floor as Dotty obligingly stepped out of them. George stared fascinated at her flaming red forest of Aphrodite, the yawning channel plainly visible through the tendrils. As he stared, a wiggling finger worked its way into the pink cleft. Molly was doing her best to make her forget about George. Then Molly dropped to her knees before her and her tongue replaced the finger, spearing deep.
"Not like that this time, baby," Dotty whimpered, reaching behind her and removing a large white candle from a heavy brass holder on her desk and holding it down to her. "I can close my eyes and make believe it's him."
She took it in her fist and holding it the way one might carve initials into a tree, she forced the pointed end deep into the saturated cunt.
"Oh Georgie-Georgie, that feels so GOOD-D-D," Dotty wailed as Molly worked her clenched fist back and forth. "It feels like it was really his ... it feels like the REAL thing."
"Wouldn't you enjoy it more if it WERE the real thing?" George offered as he entered the room from the balcony stark naked, preceded by his waving penis. If anything it was bigger than before from the mental stimulation of seeing these two fantastic women doing bizarre things to one another.
"I rawther think we would, don't yoo, Dotty?" Molly said in a clipped British accent.