Chapter 11

Andy was tired of staring, but he couldn't help staring all over again. What the shit was this woman saying to him? Hold lessons? Right here in front of God and Bill and Gina and everybody? He still stared.

"Andrew, your mouth is open," Nancy continued. "Please close it-for now-and move yourself over to the big chair."

Andy looked at Bill and the father merely shrugged as though he agreed it was a little crazy-only a little, not terribly crazy-and he half smiled. "Better give mother her way, Andy. You know how she is when somebody gets in her way. If you don't, believe me, you don't want to find out"

Andy pulled away from Gina's groping fingers and he got to his feet. Gina at once cleared up the brunch dishes on a large tray and, as though he'd been lurking outside for a signal, a waiter came and whisked them away. Andy saw Bill drop a ten dollar bill on the tray and it disappeared into the waiter's pocket like a hole card.

Nancy stood behind the large chair, as though it were a throne and she were waiting for the king to take his seat. Andy hesitated but saw there was no way out. Besides, did he want to get out? He'd better or-even a month from now-there wouldn't be enough left for his bride. Gloria would think she'd married a shriveled eunuch.

He heaved sigh and accepted the final glass of champagne that Bill offered. He drank it down, but he didn't feel it He didn't need to. He was already living in a dream world. Then he went to the chair, stood staring at Nancy for a moment, and then he turned and sank into its depths.

From behind him Nancy began to speak. Of course her message was directed at her daughter. "There's more to being with a man than you did, darling. Much more. True, you've come off your first day and night very well. But a woman-even a woman as beautiful as you-must become imaginative. And she must remain that way. Fucking is fine, but there's so much more for you to learn."

Gina was behaving like the woman-child she really was. She sat on the edge of her chair directly across from them and she clapped her hands for joy. "Oh, show me, mother, please show me how ifs done."

Gina looked at her father and daddy smiled back, still sucking on his cigar. "So, you're anxious to learn. Fine. That's in the Blair tradition. Right, Nancy?"

"Of course," her mother said and Andy wanted to turn around and look at her. Instead he contented himself by staring at Gina, who looked smashing in her mini. It was hiked up high on her thighs and her breasts bounced around inside the bodice as though they'd grown to full size overnight.

Nancy went on. "So you want a demonstration."

"Sure!" Gina cried again and she continued to clap her hands like an impatient burlesque audience.

"Well...." Nancy leaned over Andy and he looked up to see a strange little smile on her mouth. "That's just what I had in mind."

She moved around in front of Andy and checked over her shoulder to make certain that Gina, who was slightly to one side, would be able to see. She leaned down again and Andy gazed at the easy hang of her knockers. He wanted to reach up and pick one, but he knew that wouldn't be the right thing to do. No matter how they might behave, the Blairs exuded a certain regal quality. They could do anything they wished, and perhaps Andy could, too, but the Blairs had to at least tacitly grant their permission. It would be easy to overstep and ruin everything.

So he remained motionless as Nancy peered down at him. Then she placed her hand on his cheek. "You've got to woo your man at all times, honey," she said over her shoulder to Gina. Then, though Nancy continued to speak, she gave all her attention to Andy. "Men want women who are strong, so long as all of their strength is directed at just the one man. They love loyalty. With that you can get away with almost anything."

She patted Andy's cheek and then she leaned forward over his chair, those breasts hanging beautifully. His hands itched to plow into their warm fullness. Instead he froze and kept his hands knotted in his lap as Nancy kissed him lightly on the mouth.

He loved the feel of her lips. They were full, cool, totally in command. She held the kiss and he could hear, her faint breathing through her nose. When he opened his eyes once he saw that hers were closed. Thank God for that, at least. She was no machine. She was enjoying herself, too.

At last she pulled back and, as he watched, gracefully settled to her knees on the carpet and at once leaned her elbows on his knees, which were locked together. She smiled with just the corners of her mouth as she peered up into his face.

"Having a good time, Andrew?" Her voice was soft and seemed to be genuinely concerned.

Andy nodded like a child who had been asked if he had been a good boy.

"Very well. Now you're going to have a better time. A better time than you had with Gina even, as fantastic as she is. After all, she doesn't have my experience and I'm as pretty as she, correct?"

Again he nodded like a dummy.

"Keep those beautiful eyes open, honey," Nancy called as she leaned forward. "Come on, meet me half way."

Andy also leaned forward and they kissed again. She was able to balance herself on her knees and cup his cheeks in both hands. He loved the feel of those hands: soft, large, firm, somehow in command.

She broke the kiss and leaned against him. He could feel his knees sink into the softness of her breasts and he wished his knees were his hands. But they were not. Perhaps later.

Andy felt his breathing change and he believed that Nancy was breathing harder, too. Her breasts looked larger inside her blouse and they seemed to be rising and falling more swiftly than before.

She settled back on her heels and then her tongue tucked itself between the corner of her lips. She grinned at him like an imp. "All right, relax, tiger. Relax and let me do you right. You know what I mean."

Andy wiped his damp forehead. "Christ, I appreciate this, Mrs. Blair ... Nancy ... but I told you, I've got to get...."

"You don't got to get anywhere," she laughed, mocking his worried tone. "At least not until we're through. Now relax and enjoy yourself. And enjoy me."

Andy wanted to sit back in the chair, but he could not. It was too bizarre. Bill and Gina watching Nancy as she was on her knees before him, promising to do any number of obscene things. It was unreal.

His cock was at full attention and it wanted to pop out of his pants in the worst way, but he dared not release the zipper in front of all these people. At least not yet

"Andrew." Mrs. Blair's voice was suddenly stern.

"Yes?"

"Tell me, did you touch my daughter's breasts?" He nodded. "Of course."

"Show me what you did."

Andy turned his eyes to Gina, who looked beautiful as she sat forward in her chair, hands twisting in her lap. Hell, yes, he'd love to do her another time.

"Show me on my body, dummy," the mother rasped, tossing a lock of brown hair back from her face.

That face. Fabulous. It wore a slight pout that was provocative, stirring, the made Andy's prick grow all the harder. Those classy hazel eyes, that aristocratic chin and throat He looked down her throat and into her bodice. Yes, he could see the deep division between her heavy breasts and he could see the press of the nipples against her crisp blouse.

I'm waiting, Andrew," she intoned.

Andy lifted his hands, placing them on her shoulders. Then he began to slide them down the front of her blouse to the tops of her hanging breasts. She grasped his wrists as she shook her head.

"Not through my blouse, Andrew. That's so disgustingly juvenile. Please, remove the blouse. Never feel a woman through her clothes, unless you're in a place where you simply can't afford to remove them first"

Andy blinked into her intelligent face. Yes, she was a mature woman who had been around. She knew what she was talking about all right.

So he moved his hands to her blouse collar and there he began opening buttons. He opened one ... two ... three, and the tops of her breasts swam into view. No bra. Excellent.

He kept undoing the buttons, leaning forward as she leaned forward so that their foreheads met. He peered into her eyes and then along the line of her chin to his work. He pulled the blouse from her skirt and it fell all the way open.

Her breasts hung, their nipples pointed directly toward the floor. They were golden, full, not flabby at all. They were firm and certainly there was a hardness beneath their soft exterior.

He pulled the blouse from her shoulders, which as Nancy wiggled them, allowed the garment to slip down her arms to the floor. Magnificent! Nancy's breasts were heavier than her daughter's, of course. But they were every bit as perfectly shaped, firm, their nipples like a couple of cherries that were waiting to be picked.

Andy lifted his hands under her body and they set-tied into the softness of those breasts. Nancy made a small sound deep in her throat when he touched her and Andy saw Bill turn his head toward Gina.

"You hear that, my dear? That means your mother is turning on her switches. You can see now why we chose Andy. He's good for all the Blair women."

Gina nodded without looking at her father. Her eyes were wide, fixed on the action before her. She wasn't about to tear them away from the activity.

Andy squeezed the heavy softness and Nancy moaned again. "It feels wonderful, Andrew. You do have a touch and that's something very rare in a man. Especially a young man. You've learned patience early. Do continue, however. Don't wait for me to coach you."

Andy pumped the breasts slowly until they were fully inflated by Nancy's passion. Then he moved his fingers to the nipples, which he massaged gently, pinching the very tips lightly until they were like bullets.

Nancy was beginning to breathe more heavily and her eyes rolled as she tried to keep them locked on Andy's gaze. She was getting a shine on her body. The sweat glands were beginning to open.

"Andrew."

"What?" He was panting pretty heavily himself.

"If you want to ... I mean my breasts. Well, they're there for anything else that might interest you. Do you get my meaning? Have you learned enough from the Blair family to go it on your own?" Her face was beginning to turn a bright pink and she licked her lips from time to time.

Andy nodded.

"Why don't you just scoot down in your chair? There's plenty of room under me."

Andy began to shove himself down, his back on the chair as he slid easily over its leather surface. He was under Nancy's kneeling body now, looking up at her chin and then her throat as he went down, his ass striking the floor with a dull bump. He was looking up at her breasts now, which hung over him like fruit from a tree, fruit waiting for him to reach up and pluck it.

It was the natural thing to do, Andy knew as he opened his mouth. He moved his head this way and that until he was right on target and then he lifted his head until a nipple struck him on the chin. He heard Nancy gasp again, and the other members of the family were expressing appreciation and pleasure, too.

He turned his head enough to see that Bill had moved to Gina's side and his hand was on her thigh, then dipping inside' that thigh and he was gripping her. It looked as though his hand gripped directly on her nice little pussy, but Bill wouldn't be sure. He was certain that it wasn't daughter's hand that daddy was holding with such enthusiasm.

He turned his eyes back to his work when Nancy snapped her fingers against the side of his head. "Pay attention, animal," she rasped. "Or I'll need to teach you another lesson."

Andy paid attention and he opened his mouth enough to kiss the very tip of a nipple. Nancy shuddered as though she'd been struck a mortal blow. He opened his mouth wider and sucked the tip of the nipple between his lips. Then he accommodated the entire nipple, taking it in and pulling hard on its cherry puckered surface.

"Glory be!" Nancy breathed into the top of his head as she looked down at him. "You are a prize. We might want to take you home with us." She turned her head. "Wouldn't that be fun, William?"

"Mother," he chided. "You know we can't have things like that at home. Why do you think we come here? Please remember who we are. The slightest breath of scandal...."

"I know," Nancy sighed. "I've heard that lecture a hundred times. All right, we'll just keep leaving town whenever the pressure gets to be too much. But can't we let Andrew know when we're-Gina and I-when we're available?"

"I don't see why not"

"Goody!" she chirped like a high-school girl.

Gina giggled, too, and Andy wanted to look at the girl, but he also wanted to keep sucking that fucking nipple. It was turning to fire inside his mouth. It was sizzling, stiff, expanding with each passing second. God but this woman could turn herself on like a fireworks display.

He kept sucking until he felt her hands touch her ears. Then she was whispering. "The other one, darling."

Andy released the nipple, which emerged from his mouth with a satisfying pop, like the cork from a bottle of champagne. He turned his head and the other nipple was there, right on course, waiting for the rendezvous. He opened his lips and it popped inside like an obedient little puppy popping into bed.

He sucked on the nipple until it was as large and as stiff as its twin. Then he drew back his face and studied her breasts. "They're really something, Nancy. I mean really. I've never seen such hard nipples."

She seemed almost shy when she replied, "Why, thank you, Andrew. That's nice to hear. But what will we do with them? They're telling you that I'm hot of course. Telling you that it's your responsibility to do something about them-and about the rest of my body."

Andy licked his lips. He really didn't know where to start and Nancy must have seen the confusion in his eyes as she lifted her body and he hiked himself back up in the chair. Once again she was kneeling, leaning her elbows on his knees.

"Do you want me to help again?" she purred.

That would be nice."

Nancy looked back over her shoulder at Gina and he loved the lift of her breasts when she did this. He touched them so that she trembled.

"Darling," mother said to daughter, "watch what I do now. Ifs a first for you and I want you to learn it correctly."

"Yes, mother."