Chapter 1

Jenni Hudson looked at the fashionably dressed guests surrounding her, and she recognized many as well-known personalities, some as famous, and a few as highly influential. She felt a bit shy to be in such company. Looking from the guests to the decor of the mansion, she again wondered why Kama, her older sister, had invited her. Kama had married a very wealthy man many years older than she, who was now dead. Jenni had been tempted to assume that the relationship had, for Kama, been motivated by the man's wealth. But they had appeared happy together, and there was a daughter in her early teens.

"Enjoying yourself?" Kama asked, and Jenni turned to look into her sister's golden eyes with their long, dark lashes.

"Oh, it's very impressive." Jenni smiled as she motioned to those around them, and she suddenly found herself looking into the dark eyes of a man across the room

"What is it, Jenni?" Kama asked, and Jenni realized that she had forgotten all about her.

"I uh ... nothing." Jenni blushed as she looked back to Kama, and she wondered how long she had been staring off at the man.

"But you're enjoying yourself?" Kama laughed.

"Oh, yes." Jenni nodded, and she glanced over to find that the stranger was no longer within view, and she was surprised to find herself disappointed.

"Good," Kama said as she brushed her jet-black, waist-length hair back from her shoulder, and the opulent cones of her breasts quivered in the light hold of her low-cut dress. "That's why I invited you."

"Well, I'm glad I let you order me into coming."

"Um, you always needed a strong hand." Kama laughed. "Too bad Jack couldn't make it," she said, referring to the man Jenni sometimes dated. "By the way, how're things going with the two of you?"

"Oh fine." Jenni shrugged as she lowered her eyes.

"Are you living together?"

"No," Jenni said quickly and took a sip of her drink.

"Always the loner." Kama smiled, and Jenni recalled how she had offered to let her move into the mansion after her husband's death. She had told Kama that she thought it would be good for her to be on her own, and Kama had agreed.

"No, not a loner, just...." She trailed off as she realized she was looking around to try and see where the stranger was. "Just-" she began as she motioned, and she broke off as her arm struck a glass.

She took a step back as she felt liquid strike her arm, and she saw the glass fall to the floor. It did not break, but the liquor splashed over the shoe of the man to whom the drink had belonged.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry," she blurted, and she dropped to one knee to pick up the glass. Feeling that this was foolish, and seeing the liquor gleaming from the man's shoe, she took the napkin from under her own glass, and dabbed at the well-polished leather. "I'm afraid I've messed up your shoe shine."

"Yes. Yes, you have," she heard the man's deep voice reply.

"I-I'll get the rest off," she said, confused by the man's words.

"Yes, do that," he said, and she felt her face burning as she questioned what she was doing, but she finished.

Jenni looked up as she started to stand, and her eyes moved up past the man's slender hips, his broad shoulders, and stopped at his face. It was the man she had stared at across the room. Somehow, this did not surprise her, but she did not know what to do or say. Disoriented, she realized that she was still kneeling, and that people around them were looking at her. She quickly stood up.

"This is my younger sister," Kama said. "Jenni."

He nodded, and his eyes moved to the full teardrops of her breasts, and to her shapely calves. He turned his eyes to Kama's.

"Uh, could I replace your drink?" Jenni asked as she wavered between anger and something she could not define.

"Yes, you may." He nodded without looking at her.

She shifted uncertainly, and then slowly moved toward the bar. She wondered why she still felt such arousal after his cold and rude treatment of her. She glanced back, and saw that he and Kama were talking. He did not seem cold with her.

When she returned with the drink, he was standing talking with several other people. She started to speak, but he just put out his hand for the drink, and he took it without stopping to look at her. Flushed, she moved back to where Kama stood.

"Well, how'd you like Mathew?" Kama asked. "Who?"

"Mathew. You know, the man you just took the drink to."

"What a cold, obnoxious-. Oh, he-he isn't a boyfriend of yours, is he?" Jenni asked with sudden alarm.

"Boyfriend?" Kama laughed. "No, there may be a bit of the boy in him, but he's no boy. But, no, don't feel restrained."

"Re-restrained? With him? I wouldn't be caught dead with him," Jenni said.

"Oh, you might change your mind once you get to know him."

"Well, I don't plan to get to know him " Jenni stated firmly. "Now, I think I'd like to use the powder room"

Kama nodded and turned to a passing couple to talk. Despite herself, Jenni glanced toward Mathew as she went up the stairs. She could find no explanation for the sudden rush of warmth that went through her, nor for the tingling of her clit.

In the bathroom, she leaned back against the wall, and tried to fathom her arousal for the man. Looking over at the mirror across from her, she could see her erect nipples pushing out against her dress. Had he seen them? Had her dress dropped away from her breasts when she had been kneeling at his feet? If so, had he been pleased by the sight of the ripe teardrops? No, he had been cold. Why didn't he like her breasts?

She closed her eyes, and shook her head in an effort to clear her mind.

"This is stupid!" she blurted out. "I wish I'd gone out with Jack," she muttered, and she went to the sink to pat cold water on her face.

She knew that her cunt was damp. Her clit was still throbbing. She wanted to forget having ever seen Mathew, but knew she would undoubtedly see him when she went back downstairs, even if she left immediately.

Taking a deep breath, she left the bathroom, and started toward the stairs. She heard something, and paused. Someone was gasping. Frowning, she looked around in an effort to locate the source of the sounds. Concerned that someone from the party might be ill, she moved to the door from behind which the sounds were corning.

"Are you alright?" she asked as she knocked lightly, but there was no reply.

Feeling unsure, she opened the door. She blinked with surprise as the words being said became clear. She realized that she was looking into Felice's room, Kama's teenaged daughter's room.

"Yes. Yes, there." She heard Felice moaning softly.

How things had changed in the few years since she had been Felice's age. She didn't quite approve, but she saw no reason to put her hangups on the girl, and she had to assume that Kama knew that the boy was upstairs with Felice. Ah, young love, she thought with a smile, and she started to close the door. But the touch of her hand against the doorknob shifted the balance of the door, and it swung further open. Jenni's eyes widened.

The girl was not on the bed petting with a boy, or even balling, as Jenni had assumed. She was standing with her back turned at an angle to the door. Her hands at her hips, she held the skirt of her girl's dress bunched around them. Her slender, girlishly shapely legs were spread. She wore no panties, nor were there any to be seen on the floor. The pert, rounded cheeks of her ass were tightened, which emphasized the triangular cleft above their deep cleavage. The light glinted on tiny flecks of white-gold down.

Neither Felice's posture nor the lower half of her beautiful body being naked was what had shocked Jenni. It was the sight of the man kneeling in front of her. Older than Kama, Felice's mother, he was going down on the girl. His hands were not on Felice's thighs, but were holding the hard cock jutting up from his opened pants.

"Tongue deeper," Felice directed firmly. "Move your upper lip side to side over my clit. Do it!" she added, and it was all too clear to Jenni who was in control. "Pull slower on your cock," the girl told him, and Felice stared in stunned amazement as the man obeyed.

Felice's hands tightened around her dress, and she rocked on the balls of her feet as she thrust her cunny against the man's mournings. Jenni heard her moans grow deeper as her gasping breaths came faster.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's it, you fucker." Felice groaned, and she inhaled sharply as she came.

Felice pushed the skirt of her dress down over the man's head as she gripped it for support. Her body arching forward, her face lifted toward the ceiling, and her long, honey-blond hair shifted against her back. Her face flushed, she let out her breath as her orgasm's peak passed, and she leaned limply against the man's face.

"Okay," Felice said as she stepped back on unsteady legs from the man, and she pulled the skirt from his head to hold it up from her hips. "You've been a pretty good boy. So ... you can come," she told him in a bored tone.

His shoulders hunched forward, the man moved one hand to his thigh as he pulled faster at his erect tool. Jenni was dimly aware that her heart was pounding faster, and that her clit was throbbing deeply. She watched the man's hand rise and fall, pushing the flesh up under his swollen knob, and then pulling back down. His breath caught, and only his hand moved. His lips pulled back from his teeth, and he cried out hoarsely as he came. His come jetted up into the air, and splashed over the girl's sandals.

The last of his juices spurting free, the man leaned forward. His breathing was ragged as the girl looked down at him. Her hands still at her hips, she kept the dress lifted from the slit he had just kissed and tongued.

"Now, clean up after yourself," Felice said.

Her face burning, Jenni swallowed hard as she watched the man lean forward off his knees. He pressed his lips to her feet, and his tongue stretched out to lick his juices from the high arches of her feet, from the leather thongs of the sandals, and from between her toes.

"Not too bad, all and all," Felice said as he sat up, and he beamed at her praise. Nodding, the man blinked, and he turned his head toward the door and Jenni. She started with surprise. Felice slowly turned to see Jenni, and the woman saw the honey-colored plume of soft down along the center of the girl's plump mound, which seemed cradled by the high hips which rounded as they descended. The girl not only did not react with either embarrassment or alarm, but she smiled pleasantly at her aunt as if they were downstairs at the party, and as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Unable to deal with her confusion, Jenni panicked, and she closed the door. She moved to the stairs, and held the top of the bannister tightly as she steadied her breathing. She became more aware of the palpitations of her apex, and of the pounding of her heart.

"Am I going mad?" she asked herself as she wondered if she had been hallucinating. She looked back at Felice's closed door. "Or is she mad? And that man...?"

She suddenly looked around as she realized she was thinking out loud, but no one was nearby. She took a deep breath, and started down the stairs. Halfway down, she saw Ma-thew. He looked up toward her, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. The haze began to clear from her mind, and her thoughts about Felice and the man were put aside as Mathew lifted his empty glass toward her. She wondered why he was toasting her, and then she realized he needed a refill.

Without thinking about it, she went to the bar, and got a fresh drink. She took it to Mathew, and found him sitting on a couch. As she wondered why she had gotten the drink for him, he motioned for her to sit beside him. She felt elation, and she sat down. He was talking to a man standing by the couch, and he continued the conversation without looking at her. But it seemed to her that there was something different in his manner. He did not seem cold toward her now, and she wondered if Kama had spoken to him, or if she had passed some sort of test.

She tried to follow the conversation, but she could not keep her mind on more than the sound of his deep voice. Her thoughts drifted back to Felice and the man, and she realized that her clit was already throbbing as it now quickened to her remembering. While she could not explain it, there was no denying that sitting next to Mathew had caused her pearl to start its exquisite rhythms.

She looked around, and noticed people glancing toward them. Could they detect her arousal? Or was it that they-made such an attractive couple? She suddenly felt like a pagan empress sharing her emperor's throne.

Abruptly, he stood up, and motioned for her to follow him. Startled, she stood, and felt her legs weakened by her arousal. Her heart beating, she wondered where he was leading her.

He opened one of the French doors to the gardens, and left it open behind him. She went out, and again noticed other partygoers looking toward her as she closed the door. She felt her face flush.

She watched the shift of his shoulders, the movements of his hips, and the swing of his arms and legs as she followed him along the pathways. They took turns, as rose bushes gave way to hedges, and they in turn gave way to camelia bushes. He came to a cul de sac, and he turned around. Raising his glass, he sipped his drink as he moved his eyes down her body and then back to her face. She shifted nervously under his inspecting gaze, and she wondered if he found her pleasing to his eye. She hoped so.

"What position were you in when we met?" he asked, and he motioned for her to come closer.

"On-on my knees?" she asked uncertainly as she moved within a step of him.

"Yes. Exactly." He nodded as he stared into her eyes.

She felt her legs weakening, and her knees buckled. Her head lifted to keep her eyes with his as she sank to her knees before him.

"You offered liquor for me to drink. I offer some for you to drink," he said simply.

"But...." she faltered. The scent of the camelias was heavy in the air. They were concealed on three sides, but could be seen from behind her. She wanted to look around, and find out if anyone from the party had followed them She remembered the partygoers who had watched them leave. Were they now watching her willingly kneel before this man who was still as much a stranger, in fact, as when she had seen him across the room? "I...." she began again, but he continued to stare calmly, his dark eyes lidded.

"Open my pants," he directed, and she watched her hands lift to do so. "Pull them open so you can suck my cock. But don't touch it with your hands," he said, and he looked up at the clear sky as he took another sip of his drink.

She drew his pants out, and down. The thick length of his prod arced up to jut out toward her face. She swallowed hard as she stared at the bulbous knob that was almost touching her lips, and as she looked down the length of his engorged shaft. Her thoughts blurred, and the blood roared in her ears. She could feel her heart beating against her chest. Her lips parted.

Slowly, her mouth opened wider. She felt as if she would fall, and she leaned forward off her knees. Her lips touched the taut, velvet soft flesh of his cock's head. There was a moment of alarm, and then her eyes closed as she hungrily sucked at the large bulb.

Her nostrils flaring, her tits thrust against her dress, she moved her tongue over the lips of his knob, and over the cleft. She sucked her lips tight around the bulb. Her clit was pounding. She wished she could see his expression, but she could not even hear if he was moaning due to the rush of her blood.

Groaning around him, she pressed her lips over the rim of his cock's head, and around the girth of his rod. She felt his hardness beneath the drawn sheath of his trunk's flesh. She stroked his thick dorsal vein with her tongue, thrusting and pulling it along the bulge.

"Grasp your elbows behind your back," she heard him say, and she realized his voice sounded no different. He was not greening, nor was he breathing deeper.

Her shoulders pulled back as she pressed her forearms to her back in order to grasp her elbows. Her body was arched forward off her knees. Her lips slid further down his prod.

The lack of reaction in his voice caused her to lick and suck with more fervor. Her posture thrust her breasts against her dress, her breathing caused them to pull at the cloth, and she felt it chafe at her burning nipples. Her mouth and throat aligned due to her posture, she felt his knob move toward the back of her mouth, and she knew she had only taken in a portion of his cock.

She pulled her cheeks in tight around him. His shaft rubbed against the ribbed roof of her mouth. Her long tongue thrust and pulled against the underside of his length. His cock's head bobbed in the top of her throat. Her knuckles were white as she held her elbows. Her breath came fast through her furled nostrils. Her slightly wide mouth with its full lips was stretched around him. She pushed off her knees to pull her mouth back up, let it drop back down, pushed off again, and let her head drop again. Her tightened mouth's vacumn pulled at his rod as she sucked with all her might. She was groaning lightly as she sought to pull his come from him, and to drink the drink he had offered.

"You can put your hands under your skirt," he told her, his voice as calm as before.

Her slender shoulders came forward again as she released her elbows. Even in her carnal turmoil, she was amazed at how eagerly she pulled her skirt up to press her hands to the pulsings of her mound. She had thought she had felt her juices on the inside of her thigh, and she found she had been right.

"You can put your hands in your panties," she heard his voice say, "and in your cunny."

She continued to move her mouth up and down his shaft, and to suck and tongue. She pushed her joined fingers under the waistband of her panties, and she gripped either side of her mound with her hands. The wispy curlings were soaked. She rubbed her thumbs against the top of her slit, moving her pulsing apex as her fingers slid along her tingling lips.

Rocking off her knees, she bobbed her head upon his rod. Her mouth, throat, and back , forming a single curve, she took his knob into her throat. She turned her suckling mouth around him as she thrust and pulled her lips. Her breathing was even quicker. She curled her fingers in the hot slickness of her slit to caress herself. Her thumbs pinioned her clit, and moved in a counter-rhythm that sent surges of heat through her depths.

She was having to strain to concentrate on her motions. Her depths expanded and contracted with rapturous surges of pleasure. She wrenched her mouth from side to side as she pulled and thrust around him. A light patina of perspiration gleamed at her temples, causing her hair to stick in little ringlets. Without realizing it at first, she had begun to take more and more of his upper shaft into her throat along with his knob. She forced her eyes open enough to squint, and saw that there was a distance to go still before her mouth would reach the thick curlings of his hair.

The expansions and contractions were growing more and more intense. The pulse of her clit was a soaring flash. Vertigo swam her mind, and she was losing all sense of gravity. She burnished her clit between her thumbs, and churned her fingers within her drenched splay.

"Don't come until I tell you," she heard him say, and it was as if he had read her mind and was speaking from a great distance.

She had felt on the verge of climaxing as her orgasm raged throughout her, coming closer and closer, but his words seemed to move it further ahead. Yet, the shattering turmoil of joy continued to escalate, and she knew that the climax would be all the more overpowering when she reached it-when he spoke.

She found herself sucking with renewed vigor. She was tempted to lift one of her hands so that she could caress his root and fondle his balls with her nectar-coated fingers.

But she continued to stroke herself. Her hips were rotating, and her body arched back and forth between her shoulders and knees as the carnal ecstasies overwhelmed her.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked.

She nodded with a gurgle as she continued to try and draw his spend from his tool. And his rod began to jerk within her mouth, shifting against her lapping tongue, bobbing in her throat, and pulling between her cheeks. His shaft jabbed and pulled, and the spasms began to mount. She sucked hard, knowing his juices were breaking free, and rushing into his prod.

"You can come too," he said, "but don't swallow."

His hips pulled back a little, and his knob slid up from her throat. His come surged out over her tongue. The contractions and expansions of her depths, and the pulse of her clit merged into a volcanic eruption that blasted away all her thoughts, and sent her reeling. Her body jumped with the frenetic waves of bliss. She was past conscious thought, but she did not swallow as his thick length jumped within her mouth, and filled it with the sleek heat of his spend.

Gradually, the spasms of his rod began to ease, and the spurtings of his gism. Her lips slid along his length, and over the rim of his knob as all the energy went out of her. She dropped back limply, and she languished in the blissful aftermath of their climax. Her hands slipped loose of her panties as she lay gasping for breath.

Her breathing easing, her mind began to clear a little, and she wondered how long she had been lying there. She forced her eyes open, and saw that he was sitting on the stone bench at the back of the cul de sac. He held out his empty champagne glass, and she looked at it with confusion for a moment. Then, she pushed up into a sitting position, and leaned forward to transfer his come from her mouth to the glass. She pulled her tongue against the rim to skim the last of it off.

Her mouth filled with his taste, she looked up at him from the glass. While she had been recovering, he had returned his rod to his pants, and closed them. She suddenly remembered seeing Felice and the older man, and realized that she and Mathew had been in the same positions, but she had been in the man's place while he had been in Felice's.

"Not bad," he said. "Perhaps, with practice ..he trailed off.

She felt dejection at the lack of praise, but elation at the prospect of "practice" with him. He stood up, and motioned for her to stand also. She half-expected him to tell her to strip, if only to look at her, but he seemed disinterested. Again she wondered if anyone was watching from behind her.

"Come along," he said, and he began to walk back along the garden path.

She was relieved to find that no one was there. Of course, that did not mean that nobody had been there when she had been giving him head and fingering herself. They moved toward the French doors, and passed another couple. The man and woman nodded, and they seemed to smile knowingly. She felt her face color. As they went back into the party, she suddenly wondered what he was going to do with the glass. As if to answer her, he turned to her near the center of the room, and handed her the glass.

"You can swallow now," he told her, and she blinked from the champagne glass to those about her.

She trembled with doubt, and then she saw the coldness returning to his eyes. Forgetting about those about them, she lifted the glass to her lips. His thick juice eased over the rim, and she sucked a little. She rubbed it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth before swallowing. The coldness had gone from his gaze, and there was a trace of a smile. She curled her long tongue into the glass, and licked the last of his spend from it. Her heart was pounding.

"Ah, Kama," he said as she passed, and Jenni lowered the glass to her side. "It's been a truly memorable party," he said with a glance toward Jenni, "but I'm afraid that I must be going."

"Well, I'm sorry you've got to go, but I am glad you enjoyed yourself," Kama said, and they began to move off toward the door.

Dumbfounded, Jenni watched them move away. Was that all? Wasn't he even interested in getting her phone number? And what had Kama meant by "glad you enjoyed yourself"? Could she, as well as others, have watched her sucking his cock?

Kama started back toward her after he had left, and Jenni wondered what she could say. Then, Felice came down the stairs. The girl looped her arm through her mother's, and they smiled as they talked. Jenni flushed as she remembered seeing the girl with the older man. She wondered if the girl now wore panties beneath her simple girlish dress.

"Well, Jenni, how are you enjoying the party?" Kama asked.

"It's uh, very nice," Jenni said, and she realized her voice was barely audible.

"I'm glad, Aunt Jenni." Felice smiled, and her large, violet eyes sparkled beneath the burnished gold furrings of her eyebrows.

Jenni felt as if her niece were taunting her, daring her to mention what she had witnessed upstairs. If only because of the party, Jenni knew she could say nothing.

"Oh, there's Irwin," Felice said with a smile, and they turned to see the butler approaching with a tray of drinks. It was the man who had been going down on Felice.

"Fresh drinks, ladies?" he asked formally, and Kama took one. "Your glass, ma'am?" he asked Jenni, and she looked down with a start at the glass she had drunk Mathew's spend from.

"Uh, no," she told him shortly, and he nodded understanding as he turned away.

"He's really doing quite well for a beginner, don't you think?" Felice asked Kama, but her eyes were on Jenni, and the dimples in her cheeks deepened.

"Yes, he seems to be adjusting quite well to a subservient role." Kama nodded, and she and her daughter looked at one another for an instant as they smiled.

Sitting in her own living room, Jenni leaned back on the couch, and stared at the glass on the coffee table. She had sneaked it into her purse before leaving the party. Shaking her head, she stood up, and began to remove her dress as she went into the bedroom.

Again and again she questioned her behavior with Mathew. If it had not been for seeing Felice and Irwin, she would have thought she was going crazy. And there had been that look between her sister and niece. Did Kama know about Felice and the butler?

Tossing her dress onto the bed, she shook out her chestnut hair, and reached behind her to open her bra. The lacy cups dropped away from the vulnerable teardrops of her lull breasts, and the cupped nubs of her shell pink nipples lifted from the gentle rises of her nearly invisible aureolas.

She rubbed at the faint lines left by the bra, and she looked over toward the door-length mirror. Her hands cupped the resilient fullness of her breasts, and she gave them a little squeeze as she moved toward the mirror. Remembering Mathew's apparent disinterest in seeing her body, she looked into the mirror.

There was a graceful vulnerability mixed with a trace of sultriness in the image. Her slender neck gave her a certain aristocratic look accented by her slender shoulders. The long, firm curve of her stomach, the raised furl of her navel, and her slender waist led the eye to her full, flaring hips. She wore her jewelry, an ecru lace garter belt, bikini panties, and her heels. She slid her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and she remembered doing the same before when she had fingered herself in the garden.

She slid the panties down her long, shapely legs, baring her full mound with its wispy plume. She did not understand his disinterest. She did not consider herself anywhere as beautiful as she actually was, but she knew that she was not unattractive.

The doorbell rang, and she jumped. Her pulse racing, she looked through the bedroom door to see the front door of her apartment. Had Kama given Mathew her address? She picked up a deep blue nylon robe, and slipped into it as she slowly moved toward the front door. Her hands were trembling with anticipation.