Someone sits down next to you

You had only closed your eyes for a couple of minutes, when you hear someone sit down on the deckchair next to yours. You open your eyes to see who it is, and it's one of the girls who lives in the mansion. You'd forgotten what her name is, but you remember she was really sad to learn about Nigel's passing and barely said a word to you through her tears when Abby had introduced you. However, just like everyone who has a contract with you, she's breathtakingly beautiful, with dark brown hair, pouty lips, a slim figure that reminds you of the woman you had just spent the night with, and tanned skin.

"Hey," she says.

"Hey. Uh... what's your name? Sorry, just so many names to remember."

"It's okay. It's Renee," she replies. She's wearing a over-sized, blue t-shirt and a pair of black string bikini bottoms that's really just two small patches of triangle cloths back and front, and she's sitting on the edge of the chair facing you. She has a french accent.

"Hi Renee. I'm sorry about Nigel. I know you were very sad."

"Yes... he was like a father to me..."

You sit up at that remark, thinking it was a weird thing to say about a man who had a contract with her for sex in exchange for a life of luxury.

"A father?" you ask, looking at her and noticing her brilliant green eyes.

Renee bites her lips and it looks like there's something on her mind. You can't help but notice she's staring at your flaccid cock, though it's starting to get harder.

"My mother used to live here for a while," she says.

"What?!?" you exclaim, and the other girls in and around the pool look over at you before you wave to them and let them know it's okay.

"They met while he was vacationing in France, and she moved in here, and left after she turned 36."

"So he's your father? Wait, no. He said he's not able to have children. I'm confused," you said.

"No, he's not my real father. My mother was married when they met. My real father was from Ohio, she was from Toulouse. Together they owned a vineyard in France, and had me. I was only 9 when she met Nigel and left our family to come here, thinking she would bear his children and stay here forever. Then, when she didn't, she came back to my father and me, **** and alone. My father took her back, but it didn't work out. She drank herself to **** and he died a year later from a heart attack. I don't know how Nigel found out about it, but after that, he reached out and offered to take me in and let me stay here."

"Oh. And you signed a contract with him?"

"Yes. But we'd never... he was really good to me and while I hated him for taking my mother away, I understand why she did it. Who can say no to all this?"

You nod and reach out to touch her knee to comfort her, and she puts her hand on yours.

"I can release you from the contract, if that's what you want," you say.

There's a look of confusion on Renee's face before she realizes that you had misunderstood her. "No. No, that's not what I meant. We'd never because... I was only 16 when I moved in here..."

"Oh."

"And today was going to be the day... the day I turn 18, and well..." Renee blushes.

"Oh. Oh! Well, I'm sorry Nigel's not here, but do you still wanna...?" you ask.

Renee nods.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private? It should be special."

"Actually, right here is fine. I've often seen Nigel with the girls out here and I like that we can all feel safe and comfortable around each other," Renee says as she lifts her shirt over her head, exposing to you her perfect orbs that seems to defy gravity and punctuated with the nicest brown nipples you've ever seen. You can't help by immediately grope her and she smiles approvingly and leans forward to kiss you. You wonder if anyone else has ever handled her breasts before you as your tongues intertwine.

You feel both of her hands on your cock as you make out with Renee, and she tugs slowly on your cock from base to tip with each hand and repeats the action until you're fully hard. Once she feels you ready, Renee breaks the kiss and lays back onto her deckchair, pulls the bottoms of her bikini aside and tosses it to the side, revealing her shaved pussy. She spreads her legs and massages her clit as you get up and climb over her, bending down to kiss her again, then move your mouth down her body, to her slender, neck, then her supple breasts, then to her toned abdominal. When you make it down to her treasured area, she's already dripping wet and she moans and squirms as your tongue does its work.

"Wait! Stop!" Renee moans and you look up, with your tongue sticking out. "Fuck me. I want to cum on your cock!"

You need no further invitation and you get up and climb onto her, positioning your cock at her pussy lips and slowly pressing it in until you feel a little bit of resistance. She's incredibly tight and you think you might cum right then, and you have to will yourself to hold on. Below you, Renee is looking intensely up into your eyes and breathing heavily.

"Should I continue?" you ask.

"Yes. Just slam it in and pound my pussy as hard as you want. I can't wait to cum."

Immediately, you plunge your cock all the way into Renee and she groans in pain and ecstasy all at once, and you don't wait, as she requested, and start humping her furiously while you hear the girls nearby clapping and cheering. They must all know about Renee's situation, which makes it even more hotter for you and pretty soon, you can't hold it in any longer.

"I'm cumming," you gasp at the same time as Renee's body jerking in the same reaction and you feel her spasm under you as both of you reach climax at the same time. When Renee's orgasm finally subsides, she wraps her arms around your back and pulls you down so that you're lying on top of her with your cock still inside her pussy.

"Happy birthday," you say and you two laugh.