Chapter 8

The next day Ellen and her young nephew had a marvelous swim. She insisted, however, that he keep his swimsuit on.

"We've got to look a little conventional," she told him.

That evening she fixed him a good steak dinner and at eight o'clock, Cynthia arrived as planned for a visit with Ronnie and Ellen.

The moment that Ronnie took a look at beautiful Cynthia, his cock got hard. She was more than he could have ever imagined a goddess to look like.

She had beautiful big bosoms, a slim waist, and a fresh exciting manner that made him gasp.

"You know," Cynthia began, "I never expected to meet such a mature young man."

It was all he could do to keep his fingers off her beautiful breasts. He wanted to explore them with his tongue as quickly as he could, but he knew he had to control himself.

Ronnie went over to the bar and began asking her what she wanted to drink.

"Don't tell me you drink at your age?" she asked him.

"Why not?" he said. "I'm mature for my age.

"Well, I didn't say you weren't," she said. "I just didn't think you were old enough to drink.

Instantly, Ellen picked up the ball.

"If he's old enough to fuck, he's old enough to have a drink, right?"

"Right," Cynthia said shyly.

Cynthia stroked her blonde hair, and it was obvious to Ronnie that she was becoming nervous and almost ready to back out of the whole thing.

He moved quickly to make sure she didn't.

"There. Take your pick. Vodka, bourbon, or rum," he said.

"Rum makes me sick to my stomach," Cynthia said.

"Well then, you ought to have bourbon," he said, "mixed with something sweet like Seven. That is a nice drink."

He mixed the drink for her and soon they were drinking.

"Now I suggest we begin stripping," Ronnie said as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis and displayed himself to her.

"My, but you are big," Cynthia said.

"Yes," he said, "we've measured it. And it measures about eight inches."

"That's long," she said. "And it looks thick."

"It is," he said. "And now why don't you take off your clothes? You look very attractive to me."

"I have noticed that you've been looking at my bosoms all evening," she said.

"I'm what you might call a bosom man," he said. "I like to see them. Do you want me to help you undress?"

"Oh no," Cynthia said quickly. "I'm quite capable of undressing myself."

Cynthia got to her feet and began unbuttoning her blouse. As she did so, she couldn't help notice his cock jerk and quiver.

"Honey," she said, "you haven't even seen them yet and you're almost dripping."

"I think he's oversexed," Ellen confided.

"Must be," Cynthia said as she pulled off her blouse.

She was wearing a half-cup black lace bra that really excited him. He could see everything but the nipples, and this got him so stimulated he could control himself no longer.

Going over to her, he helped her remove the bra.

"Well aren't these beautiful," he smiled. "Yes, really pretty."

He pulled off the bra, and her huge bosoms jutted out to attention. The nipples became erect as his fingers began playing with them. Then he was suddenly sucking on them.

"You embarrass me," Cynthia said. "You really do."

"It's Mamma Nature," Ellen interjected quickly. "You mustn't feel embarrassed. It's perfectly natural."

It was true. Cynthia did feel it was a very natural thing. And the warmth of his mouth sucking on her bosoms pleased her no end.

"It does feel good," she said. "But I just don't know."

She was still being a bit reluctant, and Ellen figured that it was time they had another drink. Ellen had wasted no time in taking off her clothes. She was down to her skimpy panties and bra and was walking about the room barefoot.

Going over to the bar, she quickly poured more liquor for them all. Then, returning, she looked at Cynthia.

"Dear, would you like something more to drink?"

"I don't think I could go on," Cynthia said, "if I didn't have something to drink."

Cynthia sipped her drink, and her young, hot-blooded lover pulled his tongue off her nipples for a moment. He stood back and she looked at him.

"Aren't you going to finish undressing?" she asked him softly.

"Sure baby," he told her, "right now."

He wasted no time in removing his pants. And as she looked at him, she was indeed eager to have sex with him. He had a handsome body, muscular and vigorous. And the huge throbbing male member appealed to her most of all.

She could feel it slipping into her hole, and she wanted to seize it with her cunt muscles and massage it vigorously.

"Do you like?" he said, seizing his penis and holding it up proudly.

"Well, I must say it's a remarkable cock." She nodded.

Now he was looking at Cynthia's moistening pussy.

"Why don't you take those panties off before you get them all wet?" he asked.

"I might as well," she said.

Sliding gingerly out of her panties, she looked at him.

"Well, now you see what I have," she said, turning around.

"And I like what you've got," he said. "You're a beautiful lady."

At this moment, Ellen was ready and eager for the unveiling. Her young nephew Ronnie had not seen her shaved box, and she was proud to let him see the change that she had made.

Slipping out of her panties, and tossing the bra aside, she looked at Ronnie.

"Do you see anything new?" she asked.

"Why, you shaved your pussy," he observed.

"Yes, I did," she said, "I thought it might be a little more sexy."

Suddenly Cynthia felt the sting of competition.

"I could shave mine too," Cynthia cut in quickly.

"Of course you could, dear," Ellen said, "and it might be an improvement too."

"I like her cunt just like it is," Ronnie said.

Ronnie had instantly seen that the women were competing for him. He delighted in this, and he didn't want Ellen to think she had the upper hand. He was eager to try a variety of things with this honey-haired beauty with the innocent blue eyes. He imagined she would be considerably older, but was delighted to find she was only twenty-five years of age.

Slapping her on the ass, he told her quietly:

"To the bedroom, baby. That's where we'll fuck."