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Chapter 4

Michelle snuggled against the warm flesh, her lips resting on Kim’s neck as she opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. For just a moment she had thought she was back in her bed, in the sanctity of her own bedroom before remembering she had stayed the evening with Kim after Lisa had threatened to reveal to the school authorities what she had done at the teacher’s conference.

Michelle wondered if Lisa would have really carried out with that threat or perhaps the bigger question in her mind – was she now staying the week because of blackmail or because she really wanted to explore this new side of herself – a new and exciting interest in women?

She had never made love, nor really gave much thought, to sex with another woman but now she had to admit she had thoroughly enjoyed succumbing to Lisa who had fucked not only her pussy, but her ass, with her strapon. Michelle had gone down on both women and sincerely enjoyed the taste of another woman’s sex.

Kim felt Michelle stirring as Chel’s hand slipped over Kim’s narrow waist, sliding over her stomach, feeling the little diamond dangle at her belly button. Realizing Kim was awake too, Michelle allowed her hand to slide further down as her fingers slid over the smooth satin skin of Kim’s mound. Her fingers traced the outside of her lips and she could feel the faint heat from her vagina as her hand cupped her warm and inviting lips.

“Sleep well?” Kim inquired as she half turned in the bed, their eyes now meeting.

“Yes, very well actually,” Michelle smiled back. They continued to look deep into each other’s eyes before it was Michelle who leaned in and placed her soft plump lips to Kim’s. Gentle at first before it became more passionate. Michelle’s tongue sliding between her new lover’s lip, exploring her mouth in a wet embrace.

Kim turned flat on her back as she placed her hand behind Michelle’s head, drawing her in as their bodies now rubbed together. Michelle was not accustomed to the feelings she was having but she knew she was attracted to this woman and was aroused in a way she had never been before. Lisa and Kim had stoked fires deep within her soul she never knew existed.

As the two lovers broke away from their kiss, Michelle continued to allow her hand to explore Kim’s body. Her fingers traced the contours of her skin, every curve, down her flat stomach, up to her breasts, capped off with the two shiny gold hoops which adorned her dark nipples.

“Did it hurt? Did it hurt when you had that done?” Michelle inquired as her fingers now toyed with a piercing in Kim’s left nipple. Holding the little gold hoop as she slightly tugged, pulling the taut dark nipple with it.

“Well, a little, but I’ve really enjoyed the look…and I wasn’t given much choice. Susan wanted it done,” Kim answered back as her hand gently rested on Chel’s soft hand as the young teacher continued to toy with the jewelry.

“Susan is your girlfriend?” Michelle asked back.

“Yea, I guess, although Susan is pretty non-committal. I love her and all and she loves me. But she’s not much into being tied down to one person. Ours is sort of an open relationship but if there is one person in the whole world I love the most, it’s definitely Susan,” Kim said softly back as she turned now looking directly into Michelle’s face almost searching to see if the young woman understood her response.

“And she’s the woman on your back, in the tattoo?” Michelle inquired. Kim nodded before Chel chimed in again, “She looks, well she looks pretty take charge from that tats on your back,” Chel smiled.

Lisa smiled too as she swept the hair back from Michelle’s face. “That’s saying it lightly. Susan and Lisa both are pretty dominant women. I wasn’t into the tatoos and stuff before meeting her. It was her idea to have the star on my hip and had me go down to a tattoo parlor and get it done. Then after we had been together for a while, she determined it was time I ‘come out’, letting my family and friends know that I was a lesbian.”

“Susan was determined that I would not only practice lesbianism, I would advocate it and she had the artist place the stars down my leg,” Kim continued as she removed the sheet from her thigh and bottom leg exposing the flesh and the colorful stars in a variety of sizes and colors adorning her lower leg.”

“So do the stars identify you as a lesbian?” Michelle asked back, her fingers now tracing the flesh, as she studied the woman’s leg.

“No, not really. I mean there are lesbian tattoos. The circle with the small cross underneath? That’s the symbol for the Roman God Venus and when you see that in a variety of rainbow colors, often interlocked with another one …well, that’s pretty unmistakable,” Kim smiled

“But tats are pretty personal… and Susan really digs seeing them on me,” she continued.

“So she has them too?” Chel responded.

“No,” Kim chuckled. “That’s funny you asked. No she doesn’t. But she really gets into having chicks she’s bursa escort been with, particularly young conquest, get them. Sort of marking her property I guess. I hadn’t really thought much of it really. She told me to do it and I did,” Kim added.

“And what’s the significance of this? It’s pretty,” Michelle asked as she touched the diamond piercing in her navel.

Kim settled back on her pillow, reflecting on her answer. There was a long pause before she began. “Well, I was engaged before I met Susan,” Kim began.

“You’re kidding. You were getting married to a guy,” Michelle asked back startled.

“Well, let me start from the beginning, “My hair stylist had moved and I was getting ready for my wedding and I needed to have it cut and styled. A girl at my office told me she had been to Susan before and she was outstanding. I called for an appointment and asked if she could get me in after work one afternoon. She was very gracious and said she didn’t really have an opening but she could tell by my anxious tone the jam I was in and agreed to keep her shop open. When I got there, the rest of her staff was already gone. She asked if she could go ahead and close the blinds and flip the sign so no one else would think she was still taking customers.”

“Susan asked me to slip off the dress I was wearing and put on a robe she had in a dressing room. She didn’t want to get any of the shampoo on my dress. Her hands felt really good as they massaged the shampoo into my hair and I really felt at ease as her fingers gently rubbed my scalp. On a couple of occasions I felt her breasts pressing into my arm. At first I thought it was just a random bump. As she rinsed my hair I looked up to see her breasts just inches from my face. Understand, at that point in my life, I had never had any thoughts of making it with another woman. I take that back. I had thought about it. I suppose many of us do. But I had never done anything about it.”

“I know it is hard to imagine now, but at the time I had thick black hair that I wore down my back. She trimmed up my hair and thinned it out and blew it dry. I was just before getting up from the chair when she asked if I wanted a wax. She said a lot of her clients, particularly that time of the year, were getting their bikini lines waxed. Perhaps I knew where it was headed, but it was something about her touch. The way she was with me. The next thing I know, she’s got me lying on a reclining chair back in another room of her shop.”

“She asked if I wanted the naughty or nice look. Seeing my expression she told me naughty was completely bald and nice left a little hair at the top. I told her I was a nice girl. When she was almost done with just the little strip at the top she looked at me with a devilish smile asked was I sure I didn’t want to be naughty? At that time I was so horny, I would have done anything she asked and told her to go ahead. With one quick swipe it was gone and I was as hairless as a little girl. Then Susan asked if she could just check it out and see if it was totally smooth. After washing me off she bent down with her tongue and ran the tip across the flat of my belly and around the folds of my pussy.”

“I’ve had lots of guys eat my pussy but I never had anyone lick me like Susan. She knew she had me as she stuck her tongue deep into my box, working her fingers in and playing with my clit. I came hard as she sucked on my little button. I still had on my bra which she encouraged me to slip off so she could see my breasts. Before I knew it she had pulled me onto a couch and was asking me to eat her pussy. She didn’t have to ask twice. I wanted to! I don’t know how long we spent in the shop that night but before I left she had taken a two headed dildo out of a drawer and she used it on both of us. I had never done anything like that in my life.”

“She gave me her card with her home number and asked me to call her. She wanted to see me again. I can’t tell you how many times I picked up and then put down that phone. I knew it was wrong. Hell, I was engaged to get married. But I couldn’t get her out of my mind. Finally, I picked up the phone and before I could hang it up, Susan answered. My heart was pounding as she gave me directions to her house. When she answered the door, she pulled me in and shut the door. Pressing me up against the wall, she kissed me more passionately than I’ve ever been kissed before. She literally stripped me before she got me to her bedroom where she went down on me. I wanted her as badly and we flipped over into a sixty-nine. Before I left that evening she had fucked me with her strapon and I knew I was hooked on her pussy.”

“We made love as often as possible, sometimes at my place, sometimes at hers. Then one evening while I was at dinner with my fiancé she called and told me to give him some excuse why I needed to leave. I wasn’t feeling well — something had come up. Looking back, I didn’t think twice. One night we’re lying in bed and she asks me to call him. Call him and tell him I’m bursa escort bayan calling it off. I’ve met someone. I’ve met a woman. I’m a lesbian and we’re through.”

Chel’s eyes were wide as she listened to Kim’s story. “And did you?” she asked. “Yea, I did,” Kim confided. “And how’d he take it?” Chel asked.

He was quiet at first. I think he was stunned….then there was the name calling. That’s when I hung up. Jim was his name. He called me a few times, apologizing. Saying we could work things out. But I knew it was over. I actually didn’t feel the same way any more. I knew I had discovered something about myself.”

“Well, that’s kind of it. Oh, the hair thing. After we had been together for a while — I guess once I’d accepted that I was a lesbian and not just some bi curious chick that was still into dicks, Susan decided to cut my hair. She said I was a dyke. Not just a lesbian and this new look would let all her dyke girlfriends know I was too” Kim said as she raised her hand to her hair and pulled a small handful.

“Anyway, the belly piercing – that’s the diamond Jim gave me. I know some girls give it back but he told me to keep it. I guess half hoping I’d come to my senses and come running back. Susan took it down to a jeweler she knew and removed the stone from its setting and had it set in this piercing when she had my nipples done.”

“She said it made her hot looking down at my diamond piercing when she’s ramming that big strapon in my pussy. Wondering what Jim would think now if he knew where his diamond ended up and what she was doing to me. Laying on my back, a dyke fucking me,” Kim finished.

Michelle was in awe at the story she heard and at that point was worked up and would have put up no resistance if Kim had wanted to make love. Instead Kim threw back the sheet and announced they needed to get up. “I think Lisa’s got a big day in store for you. Let’s get moving.”

Kim slipped on a robe but Michelle was led down the hall nude which she was gradually becoming accustomed to. Lisa was already sitting at the dining room table, sipping coffee and perusing the morning’s paper. After the usual pleasantries, Lisa announced they were all going over to Susan’s.

“I thought she was coming here?” Kim asked somewhat puzzled.

“Well, that was the plan, but I think given our progress, we may just enjoy the rec room today,” Lisa fired back noting the look of acknowledgment on Kim’s face.

After a quick breakfast of coffee, juice, toast and fruit, the women all dressed for the ride over to Susan’s. Michelle was allowed to slip on a pair of satin shorts and a top which hung down just to her midriff. It was very sheer as her breasts stretched the fabric and her nipples were plainly visible as they poked through the fabric.

Michelle was looking around for her shoes when Lisa instructed the young teacher that the two articles of clothing was all she needed before she walked down the sidewalk, the cool morning pavement under her bare feet.

Michelle took notice that her car had been moved from the bar and was now parked in the driveway as the three women slipped into Lisa’s BMW and made their way to Susan’s.

It was perhaps a twenty minute drive over to Susan’s and Michelle was impressed when they pulled up in front of her two-story home. It sat back secluded in a rural neighborhood with at least a couple of acres of wooded land on both sides of the house giving her lots of privacy.

Michelle walked in front of the other two women, through a garage that had been left open. Lisa opened the back door for all three as they made their way into Susan’s hallway and kitchen. Susan, a very striking and gorgeous blonde met them, kissing both Lisa and Kim on the lips before taking in Michelle.

“Well, you must be Michelle,” Susan said appreciatively as she examined the young teacher before she leaned in placing a long and lingering kiss on her cheek. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” the older woman said. Susan appeared to be in her mid to late thirties and smiled back at the woman who was soon to be transformed under her talented fingers.

“Come with me. We have lots to do,” Susan said as she took the young teacher by the hand leaving Kim and Lisa in their trail. Susan took the girl back to her bedroom and bath where she proceeded to have her waxed, per Lisa’s instructions.

Susan emerged from the back every so often as she used the microwave in the kitchen to warm the wax. When she had finished, she instructed Kim to paint her nails.

“I’ve left out a nice hot red. Finish them and apply the polish to her fingers and toes. We’ll do her hair later,” as Kim went back to the bedroom leaving Susan and Lisa to chat.

“She’s a hottie,” Susan said to Lisa. “You sure you’re gonna’ give her up?”

“Well, this one will be a gift. You met my sister’s oldest right?” Lisa inquired.

“Yea, I think, although I don’t think I’ve met your sister,” Susan answered.

“No, Jan’s a bit older escort bursa than me but her daughter confided in me a couple of years ago that she was gay. It’s challenging for her because she’s sort of shy herself. She knows this girl but has always been afraid that revealing herself could threaten their relationship,” Lisa explained.

“Sound like your niece needs a shot of confidence,” Susan shot back.

“True,” Lisa said sipping her coffee, “But I love her dearly and I agreed to help. She had made several overtures to this girl, Michelle, but either she ignored them or my niece just wasn’t deliberate enough. But we have about three days to get the two together.”

“Well, this is a first for me. But hey, I’m looking forward to breaking the little minx in. She’s got a killer body. I can’t wait to fuck her,” Susan gloated as she too lifted her coffee, savoring the taste.

It was almost an hour, if not longer, before Michelle padded into the dining room, her lower region completely waxed smooth. Her nails were adorned with the bright red polish. Susan could tell from the heat still in her cheeks and her disheveled hair that the two girls had done more than just paint their nails, experiencing a little oral sex play before Lisa and Susan started in on the main course.

Chapter 5

Michelle was led by Kim naked down the steps into a basement area that Susan had converted into her private play room. Instead of a traditional den or recreation room, Michelle gazed at the sights before her. There was a variety of chains hanging from the ceiling as well as padded benches and a shower in the corner.

The older women had not accompanied her downstairs as Kim busied herself with the task of preparing her young lover.

The teacher made no comment as she was taken to a spot in the room and leather restraints again placed on her wrists as they were fastened to two chains hanging from the ceiling. Similar restraints were placed on her ankles and a bar was placed between her outstretched legs which kept them spread and they were fastened to the ankle restraints.

Her arms were pulled up and apart and the tension actually lifted her until the soles of her heels were barely touching the floor. Michelle had never experienced anything but light bondage with her boyfriend Kyle as he had occasionally tied her up, but nothing compared to the treatment she was now receiving.

After she was securely fastened, Kim stepped back taking a position as if waiting on the other two to arrive. The room was cooler than the rest of the house and she felt a slight chill that made her shiver, little bumps popping up on her soft skin and her nipples hardening.

It was perhaps a good half hour before the other two women appeared. Michelle first saw the tall black boots with a striking heel as they appeared from the upper staircase. The boots traveled up Lisa’s leg, covering her kneecap as thy widened at the top.

She had on a black leather corset which pushed her exposed breast up, but leaving them uncovered. She also had long black leather gloves which ran almost to her elbow.

Susan was similarly attired in a matching red corset and boots but she declined to wear gloves. It was then that Michelle noticed her fingers were polished in the same shade as both herself and the outfit which contained her ample bosom.

Both women were gorgeous but menacing as they surveyed their prize now stretched out and hung before them.

Lisa stepped over to the corner of the room and began to examine a variety of whips. She looked at a few before settling on a short black leather whip. It appeared to have a dozen or more strands of leather that jumped as Lisa shook it in her hand.

“You know what this is pet?” Lisa sneered as Michelle looked on with a real sense of fear. “It’s a flogger…and in the hands of an expert, it can bring both extreme pleasure or extreme pain,” the woman went on. “Are you afraid?”

As Michelle nodded her head, Lisa seemed to revel in the response. “It’s okay to be afraid pet. You should be afraid.” Lisa dangled the ends of the flogger over the girls hardened nipples, lightly, teasing her before bringing her wrist back slightly letting the ends smash against the skin of her breasts.

Michelle winced but made no audible sound as Lisa smiled knowing it was not even a taste of what was to come. “So, you ever practiced any B&D baby? Ever had a lover tie you up and dominate you?”

Michelle just looked back and failing to give an immediate response, Lisa pulled her long hair down sharply. Even though Michelle stood 5’9″, Lisa’s tall heels set her just above eye level as the girl, now afraid, looked back at the blonde who intended to strike fear into her heart.

“I asked you a fucking question cunt. You ever played any bondage games?” Lisa raged.

“No mistress,” was Michelle’s soft but deliberate response.

“Very good,” Lisa smirked as she walked around her subject. Susan now reached out herself to tweak and pull on one of Michelle’s nipples. “Now we have to deal with a couple of things. First, I’m not pleased at all you made us resort to less than conventional means to convince you to share the week with us. Do you not find Kim attractive?”

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Jessica wakes up in the morning. Not knowing what time it is, she stretches on the bed, without feeling any type of pressure on her. She appreciates the soft material that she is lying on and thinks about what happened yesterday.

“Damn, Riley moaned so good last night… if only she was interested in girls…”

“I’d probably be able to seduce her…”

“She’s so beautiful… and I bet her pussy tastes sweet too…”

“My stupid little brother is lucky as always. Riley should be my girlfriend, not his…”

“Eh nevermind, why the fuck am I thinking like that? I want Michael to be happy and I am happy for him…”

“I don’t want him and Riley to break up but fuck, that girl turns me on waaay too much…”

“I need to do something about it… but what?”

Jessica sighs and stares at the ceiling for a little while. She doesn’t know what to do. So many thoughts are running through her head. So many ideas on how to get closer to Riley, and not lose the great relationship with her little brother at the same time. None of them seem to make any sense to her however. She’s frustrated and feels sort of defeated.

“What if I approached Riley and started flirting with her, but she just ignored me or even worse, told me to fuck off?” she spoke to herself, with a worried expression on her face.

“What if Michael finds out that I’m trying to hit on his girlfriend and he will hate me for it? He knows I’m a lesbian so I can’t even try to play any games and act as if me flirting with Riley means nothing, because she’s a girl. He would know exactly what my intentions are.”

Another 5 minutes of deep thinking session passes by and Jessica finally decides to take a look at her phone, which she keeps under her pillow. She gasps in shock as the screen shows her how late in the morning it is.

“What!? 11 AM!?” Jessica yelled.

The blonde quickly slides off her bed and rushes to the door. She struggles with opening it, just as every single time when she’s in a hurry. Finally after a few failed attempts, she opens the door and quickly runs downstairs, hoping that nobody is taking a shower at the moment.

She is halfway through to the bathroom right now, but she suddenly stops.

“Wait… why the fuck am I running? Isn’t it saturday?” she thought, while taking a look at her phone once again.

“It is… Wait, that means I don’t have to do anything at all today…”

Jessica stays still in the hallway. bursa escort A wide smile forms on her face, as she’s thinking about all of the things she can do with her free time.

“Maybe I’ll just take a quick shower and spend the whole day watching movies online…”

“Mmm yeah, I need to relax.” she decided, not hiding her excitement.

The girl begins to walk slowly towards the bathroom door, which is infront of her. She notices a light coming through the door’s small window.

“Come on now, did Michael fuck his little girlfriend all night and got up late too?” she thought, ready to knock on the door and tell him to hurry the fuck up.

She didn’t do it though because the door opens before she has a chance to do anything. To her surprise, it’s not Michael, mom or even dad. It’s Riley, wrapped in a towel.

Riley was just as surprised as Jessica. And as probably anyone would be, coming out of the bathroom and seeing someone standing in a way.

Both girls stared at eachother for a couple seconds, not knowing how to act in the weird situation.

“H-hi Jessica…” Riley said nervously, breaking the awkward silence.

“Hey…” Jessica replied.

“The bathroom is free, if you would like to use it now…”

Jessica was amazed by Riley’s body and kept staring up and down at her. She really wished the towel wasn’t in the way so that she could see her tits and other parts. All dirty thoughts were going through her head. She wanted to pull the towel off of Riley, drop on knees infront of her and taste her pussy. Right then and there. But she couldn’t do that. No. Even if there’s a possibility that Riley would allow her to eat her out, that would be too risky for Jessica to do, cause Riley might tell Michael about it.

“Umm… Jessica?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I umm… I was just umm… pondering over something.” Jessica quickly replied, forcing a nervous smile, as she just got pulled back into reality.

“It’s okay.”

“Did you stay here for the night?” Jessica asked rightaway.

“Yeah… I was actually worried that me and Michael woke you up yesterday. I know we were pretty loud.” Riley replied.

“Nah, I didn’t hear anything. What were you guys doing?” Jessica lied, to see what Riley would say.

“Oh we umm… you know… fooled around for a little while…”

“What do you mean?”

“We were having sex.”

Jessica couldn’t believe how Riley just said it like that… bursa escort bayan like it was nothing. But then again, it’s not that weird for a pair to have sex in the middle of a night. It’s especially normal, for two horny teenagers like them.

“Oh, I see… I’m sorry, I should’ve guessed.” Jessica said.

“No biggie. Oh and by the way, I’m staying here for the whole weekend so… it’s a great opportunity to get to know eachother a little better.” Riley replied, in a tone that could be almost considered seductive.

Jessica’s heart started pounding in her chest. She could’ve swored that Riley was trying to send her some kind of signals… like she wanted her too or something. But Jessica told herself it only looks like that, and Riley is just trying to be nice. Who knows, maybe her and Michael will want to marry eachother in the future, and then it’s best if they live on good terms with eachother.

“Sure. Maybe me, you and Michael could watch a movie or something together after I take a shower?” Jessica proposed, smiling.

“Sounds great! I’ll just go put some clothes on and tell Michael to find something good for all three of us to watch.” Riley replied with excitement and went upstairs.

Jessica couldn’t help but watch her crush as she walked away. She really really hoped that the girl would accidently drop her towel, so that she could take a quick look at her ass. But Riley disappeared from Jessica’s view fast.

“Hmm… looks like this will be an interesting weekend.” Jessica said to herself quietly and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She then took off all of her clothes, checked the water, and stepped in the shower. She loved the feeling of running hot water on her naked skin. The girl soaped herself up and began to wash her beautiful body. It felt like a nice little massage. Infact, it felt so good that Jessica closed her eyes and purred in pleasure. And of course her dirty mind had to create a whole pornographic scene out of it. A scene in which Riley was playing the main role. Jessica imagined Riley coming back from the upstairs and entering the bathroom. Carefully, not to make any noise. She pictured Riley then dropping the towel, leaving it behind her and stepping into the shower. Jessica started rubbing her pussy, as she watched the movie that her head was creating. She could almost feel Riley pressing against her from behind with her gorgeous tits and taking control over her escort bursa hand, helping her to get off. Jessica started moaning outloud.

Door knock

“Jessica? Hurry up! You’re not living alone in this house! Others want to use the bathroom too!”

It was mom. Jessica stopped masturbating instantly.

“I know mom! I’m sorry! I’m almost done!” she yelled back.

The 20 years old hottie was embarassed. Mom must’ve heard her moans. She probably won’t say anything about it, but she definitely heard it.

“Fuck.” she said to herself, under her nose.

Jessica decided it was best to speed up and leave the shower as soon as possible.

[A couple minutes later]

The blonde girl is ready to enter her little brother’s room and have a great time with him and his girlfriend. But for some reason, she’s becoming nervous. She takes a deep breath.

“Relax Jessica. You can do this.” she told herself.

“Riley is just another pretty girl. She’s no one special.”

She takes another deep breath and forces herself to put a smile on, to make it seem as if she’s not nervous at all. She then enters the room. It wasn’t exactly the best moment. Riley was sitting on top of Michael, kissing him deeply. They didn’t notice Jessica at first, but when they did, they automatically stopped.

“Oh hey sis. Ready to watch the movie?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, do you like horrors? Cause me and Michael do… and we found a good one.” Riley informed.

“Yeah, sure, I love horror movies.” Jessica replied.

“Alright sis, how about I leave you and Riley for now and drive to a shop and grab some beer for us?”

“Umm… I don’t know…”

“That’s a great idea babe. It’s always better to watch a movie when you got something to drink.” Riley said.

“Are you sure?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure. And don’t worry, me and Jessica will be alright.” Riley giggled.

“Okay guys, I’ll be back shortly then.”

Michael left the room before Jessica could even form a proper sentence. Now she was alone… with her girl crush… with her little brother’s sexy girlfriend. And she didn’t know what to do. She just stood in one place, staring at the closed door like an idiot, too nervous to turn around.

“So… Jessica… Michael told me you’re a lesbian… Is that true?”

Jessica’s eyes widened. She didn’t know what to say. The answer was obvious, but there was just something about the way Riley asked that question. It’s like she knew it already, but wanted to check something for herself. Jessica turned around. What she saw, shocked her a thousand times more than the question…

——

To be continued in Ch. 03 🙂

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It was a hot afternoon just like any other. I lay on the long couch in my apartment sitting room with my shirt open, trying to catch as much blowing air from my ceiling fan as I possibly could. My eyes were closed but I was far from being asleep.

My eyes came open when I heard a knock on my door. I wasn’t expecting any visit from anybody on that day – it was merely one of those days when I preferred being alone with myself and my thoughts. I got up and went and opened the door.

“Hi there, Jimmy,” Anita said. She lived down the road from me. She was a definitely pretty sight around the neighbourhood, and on that day she was looking like something that had just stepped out of a modelling line up, the way her long legs stuck out of her denim skirt. The way her pert-looking breasts nearly seemed like missile cones as they pushed themselves outward of her sleeveless blouse, the sparking smile on her lips … it was enough to make any man’s tongue slip out of his mouth like that of a salivating wolf. A good thing that at that moment I wasn’t in any mood to be moved by such.

“Hey there, Ani,” I said. She always liked it when I called her such; it was our own personal secret. “What’s up with you?”

She shrugged and said, “Nothing much. Just thought I should stop by and see how you’re doing. It’s been a while. Mind if I come in?”

My left eyebrow went up an inch. Though Anita and I were friends, she’d never before made any attempt to step into my domain. God knows I’ve tried so many times in the past to make her accept my offer till I finally gave up on it, figuring it wasn’t worth the trouble anymore. If she was aware of it, it didn’t register on her face. I made way for her to step in before closing back the door.

“I didn’t see you at soccer practise out by the sand field today,” she said, spotting the pillow lying on the far end of the couch on which my head had earlier resting on before she came and went over to sit beside it before continuing. “Your friend Danny told me you were sick, so I thought I’d come by to see how ill you were.”

“I wasn’t ill. I was tired from school and thought I should rest it out, that’s all. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Any soft drink will be nice,” she said with that smile back on her lips.

I left her and went into the little room bedside my bedroom which served as my kitchen. bursa escort I opened the fridge and took out two can Cokes and returned to the sitting room, handing one of the over to her. She thanked me before popping the tab; we clicked our cans and muttered ‘cheers’ to each other before taking a sip. An awkward silence suddenly appeared in the room; she soon broke it.

“So, what were you up to before I knocked?”

“Nothing serious,” I said. “Just lying here thinking about something.”

“Oh yeah, what was it?”

I shrugged. “Can’t really put my finger to it – just something beautiful.”

She sipped her Coke; her eyes stared into mine. “Something beautiful you say,” her hand then came up and rested on my thigh. “Can you describe it to me – what beautiful thing it was that you were busy thinking about?”

My hand fell on top of hers; her fingers played with each other. “I wish I could, but can’t remember it anymore.”

“Perhaps you need a little something to help you remember then.”

“Yes, perhaps I do.”

I didn’t need any soothsayer to draw me a picture of what I had in front of me; already I was starting to feel a growing urge in the seat of my jeans. I brought my hand to her neck and pulled her towards me. She came willingly and our lips met in a warm kiss.

I broke the connection for a moment and looked at her. “All those times that I tried asking you out, I always figured you never wanted to have anything to do with me.”

“I know,” she nearly whispered with her lips close to my face. “I guess I was just bidding my time, wanting to know how serious things would be for me.”

“What makes you say so?”

“Because for a long time now, I just can’t seem to take my mind off you.”

Our lips locked again, and this time it stayed locked unto each other for a long time while our hands and body moved and rubbed against each other, feeling each other up. My right hand made its way under her blouse to grab a hold of her breast while hers travelled down towards the bulge in the centre of my jeans. I raised her blouse up and transferred my mouth to her breast, hearing her moan at the same time nibble on my ear lobe while her hand tried fumbling for my belt buckle. I undid the buckle for her and pulled my erection out for her to grab a good hold on and then transferred my hand to feel the roundness of her ass bursa escort bayan that lay hidden under her skirt. When I was done with her left breast, I made a move for her other, my teeth playing hungrily with her nibble while she went on moaning and stroking my dick as hard as she could.

I then stopped to push my jeans down my thighs and reclined myself properly on the couch while she leaned over and swallowed me up. She gave a long moan in her throat as she cupped my balls in her left hand while her other continued to stroke my dick as she continued bobbing her head with her sucking motion. I felt myself surrender to the swirl of emotion; my mouth made gasping sounds from her sucking while my hand pulled her skirt up her ass as I then inserted a finger back and forth between the lips of her pussy. Her mouth made slurping sounds as she lusciously continued to suck at the same time jerk me off. I allowed myself to fall towards the end of the couch and raised her right leg over my head, and then I hooked her panties to a corner and started licking her pussy. She made muffled sounds as I clipped my lips on the upper flesh of her labia while my tongue flicked back and forth on her clitoris, making her suck me harder. I parted the half-moons of her ass and tried inserting my tongue into the tiny aperture that was her asshole, to which she moaned aloud more.

Finally I made her get up, watched her take off her clothes while I pried my feet from my jeans, kicked it to a corner and sat there on the couch, stroking my stiff member in my hand while at the same enjoying the striptease show she was performing before me. She looked even more beautiful standing there naked – like an Egyptian goddess.

I lowered myself a bit as she came and sat on me, her hand reaching between her legs to guide my dick inside her. It felt so warm and soft when I entered her, and we both gasped the same time from it. Then she started moving up and down on me, at first slow but soon she began picking up speed, her hands wrapped around my shoulder while she started moaning and gasping from what she was doing. She leaned forward to kiss me; our lips locked hungrily unto each other before soon coming apart. I grabbed her breasts with my mouth while his hands squeezed softly on her ass, giving her more impetus to bounce and roll her hips on top of me. She muttered my name along escort bursa with her moans.

“Oh, Jimmy … oh, I love you. I love you so much … “

I was able to push myself up to my feet, carrying her along with me and hurried towards the bedroom. I gently lowered her on the bed, holding her legs wide apart and continued hammering her. She cried out with delight each time I drove myself with force into her in; loving the sight of watching her creamy pussy juice loiter on my dick each time it came in and out of her.

I then stopped and allowed her turn herself over, resting on her knees and elbows while aiming her ass at me. I first came down on my knees to lick her clitoris, loving the way her legs seemed to quiver from my actions, before rising to my feet again and inserting myself back into her. I held her waist, enjoying the sight of her round ass hitting itself against me as my dick kept pounding her from behind.

“Oh, Jimmy,” she gasped between moans, “you fill me up … oh, please, please don’t stop … don’t you stop. You’re killing me … oh fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me harder!”

And that was just what I did, I fucked and pounded her as hard as I could, feeling the drumbeat in my chest as sweat poured and dropped from my face while she kept up with her loud screaming as she too drove herself back at me each time I dick came out of her almost as if she didn’t want to lose me for even a second. I reached a hand under her legs to finger her clitoris while I kept on fucking her.

After a while her body started undergoing a slight spasm, her cries got louder and longer like she was climbing up a wall while she reached a hand to grab hold of my waist, indicating for me to keep up my effort as she was about to have herself an orgasm. It was about this same time that I too began feeling a strong urge emanate from deep inside my balls, travelling all the way further towards like dick like a jet plane. At the last minute, I pulled myself out of her and spewed out my juice all over her sweat-covered ass. Such a lovely sight it made as I jerked out the final drop, and then surprisingly returned my dick back inside her and continued to hammer her. A moment later I felt myself growing soft inside her, and that was when I came to a stop.

We both collapsed on the bed, her head resting on my chest, feeling our heartbeat return to normal. We held each other in an embrace, smiling into each other’s eyes. I raised her head and kissed her. We were still lying there when evening soon arrived and a rain began to splatter outside. To me, it was the start of more good things to come.

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This is dedicated to Brooke, who emailed her idea to me 😉

It had been a scorchingly hot day, the hottest yet of the year, and Brooke was walking home from the beach when she walked past a small piercing studio next door to a massive Honda shop. Sick of having to walk all the way home, she decided to go and have a look for a new car, preferably with air conditioning. As she walked in, she instantly caught the eye of a Latino girl working there. She was in her twenties, tall and slim with long wavy brown hair, and gorgeous dark brown eyes. She captured Brooke’s attention purely for the outfit she was wearing – she had on a tight white shirt which strained over her large breasts, and a tiny black skirt that barely covered her round ass. As Brooke looked at her, she could feel herself getting wet with want for this girl. She walked round a few cars, pretending to look and feeling the gaze of this girl on her as she walked. ‘I look bloody good, let her look,’ thought Brooke. And she did. She was wearing her swimsuit, which was really just a few strips of white fabric that barely covered her essentials, and a pair of blue hot pants. The white brilliantly flattered her light chocolate skin; the shorts extenuated her legs making them look like they go on forever, and her black hair rippled down over her shoulders.

“May I help you?” asked the store girl, as Brooke finally reached the car she was stood by. Her voice sounded husky with lust, and Brooke wanted to just take her there and then. Instead she took a deep breath and ran her eyes over this visions body again.

“I would like a new car, with air conditioning please,” panted Brooke, “my name’s Brooke.”

“Mine’s Myra,” replied the girl, and as they shook hands Brooke felt a jolt of electricity bursa escort run through her. As her sex grew damper, she just batted her long eyelashes at Myra. They walked through the cars, Myra leading the way and talking a bit about each one, when Brooke finally settled on the car she wanted. It was a black 1.4 civic, and it was the car of her dreams. They began to talk about money, and Brooke tried to get the price down a bit. But try as she may, Myra wouldn’t budge on the price. Finally, she came up with an idea. “Brooke honey,” she said, “I will give you an amazing deal on this car, but on one condition. You have to come next door with me and get your nipples pierced. I’ll pay.” Brooke thought about this, but she knew that the pain would only heighten her lust, so she agreed.

They left the shop and went next door. Myra watched with hungry eyes as Brooke took the top of her swimsuit off and revealed her perfect breasts, her nipples erect with want. She held onto Brookes hand as the piercer, a dodgy looking old man, pushed a bar through first one nipple, then the next. Brooke moaned with agony as it shot through her, and gripped onto Myra’s delicate hand. Myra could barely contain herself – watching Brooke squirm with pain and pleasure as the small bits of metal had been pushed through her made her shiver with anticipation. She knew that she was going to have this girl whether she liked it or not. Once the piercing was finished, and Brooke had recovered a bit, they went back through to the Honda garage. It was early evening now, and Myra’s final colleague waved them goodbye as he left the shop. There were no customers in the shop now, and Myra swiftly locked the front door and took Brookes hand again. “Follow me,” she breathed, and led Brooke bursa escort bayan to a convertible at the front of the shop. Opening the door she threw Brooke down and straddled her. She leant down and kissed her angrily, mashing herself into Brooke’s sex without even realising it. Brooke responded ferociously, raking her fingers through the silky wavy hair. She could feel herself close to coming, even though Myra hadn’t even touched her properly yet. As if she had read that thought, Myra left Brookes lips, and pulled her up. She undid the tie behind Brookes neck and smiled as her swimsuit fell away, revealing the new piercings. She dropped her head to Brooke’s right nipple, and took the small bar between her teeth. She flicked and nibbled, enjoying herself as Brooke cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Brooke lifted her arms, and with one swift movement she ripped Myra’s blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Just as she had known anyways, Myra was not wearing a bra, and she gasped as Brooke dug her nails into her large breasts. She raked her own nails down Brooke’s sides, and pulled her suit further and further down until it was just a small pile on the floor. She thrust Brooke’s legs apart, and admired her beautiful wet area. As she was about to lean her head in, something caught her eye, and she realised the piercer from next door was stood outside the window, his eyes and mouth wide open and his right hand inside his trousers. Feeling cheeky, Myra winked at him and leaned her head into Brooke’s sex, flicking her tongue hard against her clit. As Brooke’s moans began to fill the large room, Myra lifted her skirt over her back and spread her own legs so the piercer had a brilliant view. She then thrust her fingers inside Brooke escort bursa a few times, so they were slippery with her juices and pushed them inside herself, getting more turned on by the fact that she was pushing Brooke’s juices inside herself. “Oh God, Myra,” Brooke moaned, her face feeling hot as she reached her climax, “fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone.”

“Your wish is my command,” Myra just managed to get out before Brooke grabbed her head and forced Myra’s tongue back inside her. Brooke’s screams got louder and louder, filling the room completely, and she felt the warmth run through her, then finally she screamed out her orgasm as it came crashing through and through her. Myra’s was just behind hers, screaming her own orgasm inside Brooke. Before she even had time to recover, Brooke had pushed her onto the floor. She pinned Myra to the floor and reached into her handbag.

“Just for special occasions just as these,” she winked at Myra, and pulled out a double ended vibrator, which curved back on itself. She flicked it on so it started whirring round and round, then pushed one end into Myra, and one into herself. As it whirred inside them Brooke ground herself into Myra, rubbing their clits together, mixing their juices thoroughly into one. Myra began to moan loudly, already feeling her next orgasm building. She lifted her hand to Brooke’s mouth, and let her take her fingers into her mouth. The feeling of Brooke sucking on her fingers was amazing to Myra, but she just let them get nice and wet before she let her hand trail down Brooke’s back, and forced her fingers inside her tight ass. This proved to be too much for Brooke, as she let out a few more broken screams, and another orgasm crashed through her. In her climax she raked her fingers down Myra’s body, and bit her neck which brought about her own orgasm. Panting they lay inside each other’s arms, the vibrator still going inside them, and they caught their breath ready to go again.

To be continued

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It seems I always had this thing for bigger, full figure women. I don’t know where is started but I seemed to fantasize about them all the time. My step mom was a bigger woman. My dad divorced and remarried when I was very young. He was away quite a lot with business so it was just me and Sally, that’s my stepmom, at home most times.

I always thought Sally was quite attractive even when I was young. As I grew older I started to notice her more. She had put on a few more pounds over time and this seemed to add to my fantasies. She had very big breasts and I would hear her complain about having a difficult time finding a bra with a big enough cup for her. She had these catalogs around the house that had the big size fashions in them and often times I would find myself looking at them searching out the bras and panties getting big hardon as I thought of Sally wearing some of those sexier things. Usually I would go off to my room to masturbate to relieve bursa escort myself.

With dad gone what seemed like all the time Sally would often ask me what I thought of a particular bra or panty. I think she knew this excited me as she had caught me looking at the underwear sections before and would just give me a big smile.

It was when I started college that my fantasies started to come true. With my stepmom alone most of the time I decided to go to school locally and just live at home to keeps costs down plus keep Sally company. I was almost 19 by this time and my sexual thoughts were increasing.

One day I came home early from a class and I guess Sally didn’t here me come in. I walked past her bedroom and she had left the door partly open and I caught a glimpse of her changing clothes. This was my first sight of her big lovely body. She had on only a bra and panty. The panties were the big full cut kind all nice and white and her bra could bursa escort bayan barely contain her massive breasts. I stood still as not to make my presence known. She was facing her mirror and did not notice me. My cock was hard and straining against my briefs. I waited to see what she might do next. She then adjusted her bra a little. I imagine the weight of her tits would be a bit uncomfortable, they were so big but beautiful. My thoughts ran wild as I imagined her freeing them from that bra and her letting me suck them and rub my cock over them, perhaps even beating off and cumming on them.

This was far better than jerking off to a big size catalog. My eyes wandered down to her large full briefs. Her ass was covered in the white cotton material. Her asscheeks were big and fleshy yet firm for their large size. How great it would feel to slide my cock between that big ass crack and shoot my load. I wondered if she have ever taken a cock up her escort bursa rectum. I visualized spreading her fat asscheeks wide and fucking her brown puckered hole.

My cock was aching for release now. I needed to jerk off in a big way. I wondered what my step mom would think if she knew I was going to masturbate thinking of her big fat body so sexy and fleshy. Would she think of me as some sort of pervert. I stood there for few more minutes

until she went into her bathroom and shut the door. My viewing was over for now.

I quickly went to my room where I stripped down and lay on my bed. I rubbed my hard penis in my bikini briefs. I took the waistband and pushed it down to free my aching cock. Looking at myself I wondered if Sally would like it and want to suck it. Would she like it in her fat fleshy pussy? I reached down with my hand and closed my eyes and started stroking myself. I had done this many times before but this time I had that vision of my step-moms big body in my mind as I worked my engorged cock until I shot cum all over myself. It felt so good get that release thinking of her. I kept pumping until completely spent……..wondering if this was all there would be?

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Another story; complete fantasy again, but based on a dream I had and a thought suggested by a hairbrush. Hope you like it.

Em

It happened in Spain, a huge Villa with loads of bedrooms, garden, patio, cookout area and swimming pool. It was a family holiday; Mum had struck lucky on the lottery and won about £70,000. After paying off the rest of her mortgage and a few presents, she flew all of us to Spain for almost the whole summer in this fantastic villa she’d found through a friend.

‘Us’ was Mum and Dad, my younger brother Pete and his girlfriend, my Sister and her husband and two children, my kids and me. I’m in my late thirties, married, in reasonable shape after two kids, with dark hair and blue eyes. ‘He who must be obeyed’ was unavailable for part of the holiday of course, working and couldn’t be spared. He is a good man, a great father, great husband, kind and sensibly generous, but a bit boring on occasions. We made love, not as often as we did before the kids of course, but it was nice if, again, a little boring. The vibrator in my knickers drawer was bought from an Anne Summers party and was responsible for saving my sanity on many occasions. He liked it to and on a few occasions used it on me, but he only ever seemed to want to fuck me with it and not use it on my clit. And yes, I did on occasions nick the batteries from the kid’s toys.

I was and still am in love with him, so please don’t think that any of this was about revenge or the seven-year itch or anything. It was, well, one of those things.

The Villa had everything, Mum had gone mad and had couple of hire cars, a cleaner and even went made and had a huge stack of groceries delivered. So we cooked, when we didn’t go out to eat, loaded the dishes in the washer and they appeared clean in the cupboard the next day. Similarly, the laundry washed, ironed and folded itself and put itself in piles in the bedroom it came out of.

I got my first all over tan since I couldn’t remember, swam, played with the kids, well at least the one that wanted to be played with. All my teenage son could do was stare at my sister Caroline in her swimsuit, again very pretty for her thirty two years and in good shape considering the two kids, and more so, my younger brothers girlfriend Julia. Julia was twenty, slim, dark and looked fantastic in the variety of teeny bikinis that she wrapped or strapped around herself. His day was made when she finally went topless on the private beach the villa had, five days into the holiday. I told him not to stare a few times but gave up when Caroline bought a bikini and she too went the same way. Although Caroline did start by just undoing the back strap while laying down, eventually after watching Julia disporting on the beach turning Hollywood Brown almost all over, she just stood up and left the thing where it was.

Somehow I just couldn’t, but it was funny watching my son having to lie on his front to hide his erection.

The relaxed atmosphere soon worked its magic on all of us in the same way though and with the addition of some wine it didn’t take long for my Brother and Sister and their appropriate partners to get at it.

At about four in the morning of the fifth day I came to, woken from a light doze. Being a parent you have this radar that detects naughtiness. Like most mums I can hear a suppressed giggle at five hundred yards, a door or window latch that shouldn’t be opening before it drops down again.

My main concern was, of course, my children. I didn’t want either of them having a moonlight dip with no adults around and I stood and stepped over to the large patio window and tipped the vertical blind aside a fraction.

It wasn’t my children at all and I breathed a sigh of relief. What I saw was my erstwhile brother and Julia, both slightly the worse for wear after a few too many at the local wine bar just down the beach.

He was trying to take off his trousers without falling over, while Julia giggled.

“Come on!” he said in a hissed whisper, pulling off his shoe.

“No!” she replied with a shocked giggle.

The shoes were soon gone and Julia sat down on one of the recliners stifling her giggles. Pete pushed down his trousers and pants in one go and kicked them to one side before pulling his T-shirt over his head.

With his back to me, he stepped into the water and walked across the pools dipping down to soak his hair. When he reached the other side, he jumped out and walked across to her and she slid as far back on the chair as she could giggling nervously. He shook his hair over her and she flapped girlishly trying to avoid the drops.

I couldn’t hear the talk now but she sat up straight and folded her arms. He bent down and kissed her, and she reciprocated.

Reaching down she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head revealing her lithe body, nicely brown and very shapely, the moonlight reflecting off of her curves. She didn’t stand up, but appeared to brushing her hands along his body. The movement of her head and my Brother’s tipped bursa evi olan escort back head gave me the clue that she was blowing him. Sat astride the recliner as she was, she obviously wasn’t happy with the position. As if on cue he moved around slightly and I had a view of her mouth sliding along a penis that had increased in size significantly since I’d seen it last.

She pulled it out of her mouth and smiled up at him and whispered something, all the time masturbating him, occasionally licking the end of him. He nodded and stepped back, while she stood up.

She wriggled her hips slightly and slid down tiny panties revealing a small strip of dark pubic hair contrasting beautifully with her skin turned pale by the moonlight. She stepped to the side of the pool noticing that she still wore her dark heels. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely a guy girl but they made her look legs look longer and even sexier, until she kicked them to one side and stepped into the water with him. The swam along the pool reaching for and stroking each other, stopping at the far end of the pool where there position, movements and facial expression let me know that they were shagging. I know it was my own brother and everything, but right there and then I felt so fucking horny that I would have fucked anything male with two legs and a heartbeat. I couldn’t see much of the action without announcing my presence though.

Because of the heat I slept naked and the hand not holding the blind was busy at my sopping pussy and clit. They swam back towards me with him obviously chasing her. As she attempted to climb out of the pool he grabbed her pulled her back down so she was resting on the poolside and he must have slipped into her from behind and she gasped.

As for me I was just glued to her facial expressions as he fucked her, the wet slapping sound and anything he was doing was lost to me, so fixed was I on her grinning and groaning. She raised herself up on her arms and her lovely boobs pointed right at me, nipples sharp and dark.

I’m don’t know if she actually came, but that was what it looked like to me. Having only ever come three times during intercourse, I was no expert but she appeared to tremble all over and drop down again. At the last moment it seemed like she looked straight at me.

I took a few steps back to my bed and fell backwards onto it to release the full energy of the orgasm. If she came I don’t know, but I certainly did. I had to bury my face in the covers to stop ME crying out the way that Julia was.

I woke the following morning, well-rested and feeling good, naked as a jaybird halfway down the bed. My clit was still throbbing and my pussy was wet and still slightly puffy.

That day I carefully searched the house looking for anything remotely dick shaped, but the house was bare. Even the candles were either pencil thin or thick as loaf of bread. My hairbrush and a nicely shaped handle to it but would hardly do the job. In the end I settled to walk down to the town and in pigeon Spanish try to buy a nice Spanish cucumber, like my Mum had always made rude jokes about to her friends when she thought I wasn’t listening. I needed a fuck, that was for sure, my period had finished just as we left and I was probably ovulating, which always had that effect.

When I said I was walking down to the village, of course there was a debate about it until finally it was decided that we would all go into town. I did look around the grocery store, and the whole family was stood around the salad and vegetable stall. Shit, I just couldn’t get close enough; I saw Mum chuck two cucumbers in the box and tried to get close enough to throw in another without anyone seeing. But it all seemed a little obvious, me walking around with an extra cucumber, or nicking one from the shelf, after all I could hardly put it back after and hope that no one noticed.

That afternoon we went back to the beach, and I walked along to the bar to use the toilet purchased some condoms. Anything I did find I could cover over at least.

I took the little box into the cubicle and taking the three thin, foil packets from the box tried to think where to secret them for the journey back to the villa. I had, like my sister and Julia finally gone for the bikini option, and slipping them into my bra top didn’t work to well.

I took the bull by the horns and slipped them in my pussy. Smaller than a tampon and… shit, I had lost the string of a tampon once and spent two hours on the bathroom floor trying to fish the bastard out. It would have to be the other one. I squatted over the toilet. It was a little bit uncomfortable until I squished the sharp foil corners down and they were almost bullet-shaped. I pushed hard and the shiny little package slipped in, and I stood up pulled up the bikini bottoms and walked out.

It felt almost like an itch that I needed to scratch in there, but it would do.

Walking back along the beach with something I knew was going to help me slake my lust made me start to altıparmak escort feel horny again. The rubbing in my back passage was kind of sexy in itself and my nipples hardened against the thin material of the bikini. Would my dampening pussy betray me through the bottoms also? I walked into the sea and splashed along, kicking the water like a ten-year-old. By the time I got to our beach I was up to my waist and my bikini pants were soaked anyway.

I lay on a towel and read for a while, but no way could I concentrate. I shouted to my daughter that I was heading back and she said she would follow with everyone else. Pete shouted that he would watch her for me. This was easy, as he had spent the first part of the week teaching her to swim and she was coming on well. She was even well attached to Julia, who was only eight years older than her.

Back at the Villa I headed for the kitchen to find Mum and Dad in the kitchen preparing a vast meal and, you guessed it, both of the cucumbers were neatly sliced ready to be cubed for my Dad’s famous salad.

I stepped under the shower in my en-suite and washed the salt water off. I needed to be careful as my children also used this bathroom on occasions.

I rinsed out the bikini, rung it out and lay it over the sink to dry a bit. Next I reached behind me and stuck a finger into my back passage and routed around for the condoms. I could feel them with the tip of my finger but I just couldn’t hook them out. I dripped shower gel onto my extended finger, tried again and everything was a lot easier, although it did sting a bit. The little packet popped out easily and I rinsed it thoroughly conscious of where it had been for the last hour.

I dried off and decided to lie on my bed and nap for an hour before dinner.

As I lay down I heard Caroline’s shower next door going off and figured that they were back too. I dozed, just the towel over me, until I heard the familiar squeak-squeak of a bed being played on, and not by ten year olds.

So, Caroline was getting some as well was she? I listened at the wall and could hear them going at it like rabbits. Caroline always struck me as terribly straight laced, and the idea of sex for anything other than children would be against her nature.

That was crap for a start, it was obvious from the noises that she was getting a good seeing to. This time I didn’t feel horny, just jealous.

I went back to my bed feeling my swollen labia with my right hand, the dampness in the centre of my palm was unmistakable. I tried not to masturbate really I did, but I was just so fucking horny.

My middle finger strummed between my squishy lips and I was doing really well with the end in sight.

The door slid back suddenly and I heard,

“You don’t mind if I use your… Oh,” there was a sharp intake of breath, “Shit sorry Cathy I didn’t realise you… err…”

I sat upright my hand covering what it had so recently been toying with, the towel that had covered me previously was laying on the floor over by the wall, where it had fallen while I was listening to my sister and brother in law shagging.

“Hi… Julia,” I said, “I…”

She looked at me and smiled.

“Got that bad has it?” She reached behind me and slid the door shut again.

“Oh shit yes,” I gasped sitting up, still with a hand idly across my pubis, “I had to listen to Caroline and Phil at it a few minutes ago.”

“I suppose me and Pete shagging in the pool couldn’t have helped either.”

I was aghast, “You…”

“Your reflection,” she said folding her arms, “I could see your shape outlined, and what you were doing.”

“Sorry,” I said shamefaced.

“Don’t apologise, quite turned me on, didn’t think I was going to make it until I saw your hand busy between your thighs.”

My mouth flapped, “I think I must be ovulating, the hormones you understand, make me a bit wild.”

“Shit Hun, don’t I know it.” She smiled at me, “Are you OK?” she asked, “did you err… you know?”

“No,” I said, “not quite.”

“Sorry Cath, Look can I borrow your en-suite? Lucy said you wouldn’t mind, I wont be a moment, and you can err… do what you have to?”

“Yes,” I spluttered, keen to have her out of the way so I could dress, “Please do.”

She beamed a big grin, “Thanks!” and proceeded to strip off her bikini top revealing those beautiful young and firm breasts I’d seen so closely the night before.

Finally she pushed down the bottoms and stepped out of them. “Won’t be a minute!”

Now I couldn’t think for a second why she couldn’t have done that in the small bathroom, but her body was lovely and I supposed the narcissist in her wanted to show off a bit. Her bottom swung beautifully as she walked through the little door.

I heard the water flow in the next room and tried to settle down a bit, for the hell of it I brushed my hand across my mound and felt it was still wet. I figured I might as well finish off, and strummed gently at my clit for a few moments. I checked the bathroom door and it was closed so I got down to it. By the time my bum was high off of the bed as I came to a really nice orgasm, I’d almost forgotten about Julia; she hadn’t forgotten about me though.

“Wow, reckon you needed that one,” her voice came from the bathroom door.

“Were you watching me?” I asked slightly peevishly.

“Yeah,” she said rubbing the towel through her wet hair, “at least I wasn’t wanking when I was watching you having some.”

I grinned, “fair play.”

“Look,” she said walking closer to me, “I’ve brought my vibrator with me, if you bought some condoms and cleaned it after, you can borrow it for a night… or two?”

“Oh could I? That would be fantastic,” I said gleefully.

“No problem, we are all girls together here. I’ll dig it out for you.” She wrapped a towel around her curvaceous figure and trotted back to her room. I didn’t know whether she was coming straight back or whether she would bring it later on, so I wiped myself down (I was quite icky and sticky by this stage) dressed and headed down to the kitchen to join the rest of the family for the evening meal.

I dressed for the heat of the evening and was sat on the terrace watching my children and my sister’s children still splashing in the pool despite our requests that they changed for dinner.

Julia appeared with Pete, looking ravishing in a white sundress that showed her cleavage and perfect body off wonderfully. Everyone looked, my Dad, my Brother in law, even my son imprisoned in the pool I guessed by the size of his erection. She sat with Pete who looked prouder than a peacock with this stunner at his side.

We all took bowls and headed for the food Mum and Dad had prepared and while I stood looking at the selection, Julia whispered in my ear,

“I left that thing under your pillow, the batteries are almost brand new.”

“I have some condoms,” I whispered back. Julia looked at me in shock.

“Already?”

“Bought them yesterday with the same thing in mind, but not with a… you know.”

“Christ,” she hissed irreverently, “you WERE desperate weren’t you.”

The meal consumed and four tired children packed off to bed, we sat and watched the stars and the moon, drinking more and more.

Eventually, Pete and my Brother in Law Phil headed off to the beach bar for some beers, leaving me, my sister and Julia.

My sister yawned, and said that she was really tired and must get to bed.

“All that exercise you were getting up to earlier,” I said.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” she said in mock surprise, “Anyway, you’re only jealous.” She poked her tongue out, said her goodnights and headed for bed.

Julia and I did in the last of the wine in the bottles we’d opened, and I too said I was heading for bed.

“At least you have some company tonight,” she giggled.

“Yes, I can’t thank you enough.” Julia looked at me.

“Yes you could,” she said, “Can I watch while you do it?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’d like to watch you,” she said, “It’s OK I’m not a Lesbian or anything, it’s just… when I watched you this afternoon, it was… well beautiful you know?”

“Beautiful?” I queried.

“Yeah,” she said enthused, “you have a great body Cath and it was so nice just to watch you playing and enjoying yourself so… innocently.”

“And you call that innocent?” I laughed.

“Yes I do,” she said, “you weren’t shagging around, you weren’t chasing after your brother in law, you wanted an orgasm and you went for it. It was just you, no clothes, no outside worries, just you wanting to come, and it was beautiful to watch.”

“Yes,” I said, “Actually watching you and Pete the other night was like that,” it was two people making love.”

“So, can I watch you tonight? Promise it won’t get weird or anything.”

“OK,” I said. I don’t know why I said yes, or what possessed me; I just felt that I wanted to share. We’d both seen each other naked, we’d both watched the other doing the same kind of thing, so what was there to loose?

We stood, quietly and with a touch of ‘what shall we do now’ embarrassment between us.

Boldly, I took her hand, switched off the lights and we walked along the terrace to my room and slid the patio door open. We both stepped in and she pulled the door shut, letting go of my hand to close the blinds, and flick the latch that locked it.

“Don’t want anyone to have the same view that I did,” she said.

I switched on the bedside lamp, and saw my disturbed pillow and what it suggested. I lifted the vibrator out of the bag it was in and looked at it. It was a long plastic one; mine was one of those with the rabbit on, and not really meant for fucking with, but this looked good.

“It’s powerful,” said Julia watching me, “I just use the tip on my clit most of the time.”

“Yeah,” I said, “That’s nice, but I need something more.”

“Oh, that one’ll do that as well.”

I put the vibrator down, closed my eyes and stretched, automatically carrying out that parental pre-bed ritual of shaking you life down; were the kids in bed, was everything switched off, were there clean clothes for everyone, and what are we doing tomorrow stuff. Julia moved closer as I ran my fingers through my hair.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

Herstories

: Country Mouse, City Pussy

Many thanks to Lancerlott for his help proofreading this story.

My “Herstories” will be a series of women-focused stories set in historical setting. Today’s in set in Edwardian England. I am sure I have some historical details wrong, but please forgive my lapses for the sake of the story.

Also, I don’t know much Française, but love hearing the language. The French in here is with the help of Google Translate. I hope I am faithful to the language of love, but I fear I am not. I am interested in any corrections you’d like to pass me.

*****

My sister-by-marriage, Yvonne, is a city woman. I am definitely more of a country mouse. She’s married to Henry, whose brother, James, I married a few years before Yvonne and Henry. There was a minor scandal when Henry announced to the family that he was marrying a French woman, but when everyone met her, the kerfuffle calmed down. She speaks perfect English, albeit with a French accent, so there’s no communication barrier between us and that helps. I think James’ and Henry’s mother holds some resentment toward her, but she certainly charmed their father. And she also charmed me with her warmth and humor.

As I said, Yvonne is a city woman. She and Henry spend most of their time living in the family house in London town. She says that, “Je mourrais sans le théâtre.” which even my school girl French can understand. She said she lived for the theatre, the opera, the museums, the parties, and (she whispers only to me to make me giggle) the gambling houses and le demimonde.

Unlike Yvonne, I prefer the quiet of the country most of the year. And James is perfectly happy as well, living with his parents in their Oxfordshire manor. Such a life gives me time to raise my children, ride my favorite mare, paint watercolors, and my little project of a hedge maze that I am growing.

Still, I do like adventures in the city. And that year, Henry was off on this year’s cruise on HMS Gallant in the Mediterranean and James was away for the summer on a business trip to America. I was delighted when a letter arrived with an invitation from Yvonne to come stay with her for a week, “Or two weeks, darling, let us see what comes our way.” I had my Irish maid Courtney pack my trunks and ordered up a carriage to drive us to the train station to go to town, leaving James Junior and Edith with their grandmother and nanny.

Courtney and I were exhausted from the trip when the cab pulled up in front of the family’s walled and gated three story townhouse. Our butler, Braithwaite, immediately opened the front and helped take down the trunks so that he could take them inside. Yvonne waited for us inside the door with that smile that could warm your heart. She’s a very striking, handsome woman, standing a couple of inches taller than I, with dark hair and smoky eyes. I always feel frumpy around her. She always dressed in the latest styles from Paris, from the 2 inch heeled boots on her feet to the tiny hat she wore askew on her head.

When I climbed the steps, she was as happy to see me as I was to see her. “Oh, ma Violette,” (she always pronounced my name the French way), “it is so good to see you.” She kissed me on both cheeks (which was normal) and then on my mouth (which was not normal). “Come in, come in, you must be exhausted and thirsty! Water? Tea? Something stronger?”

“Oh, blessings! Something stronger would be wonderful after I’ve had that glass of water.”

Yvonne turned to her (French, of course) maid, “Olympe, veuillez apporter de l’eau et du whisky à Madame Violet et un pour moi” and then led me into the front sitting room.

“Whisky is stronger than I normally drink, but I will take it. The train was ghastly today.”

“Come, Violette, sit with me. I have such wonderful plans for your stay. And dinner tonight will be a lovely gigot d’agneau with rosemary. You’ll feel so refreshed after your bath and I’m sure you remember how good Eulalie’s cooking is.” The town house cook was French as well, and her cooking was superb.

As I relaxed into a chair, Olympe returned bearing a tray with a water glass and two smaller glasses containing an amber liquid. I took the water so gratefully and drank it down all at once. Then Yvonne and I talked for a little while and we both drank our whiskies faster than we probably should have. When I drained the last drop, Yvonne stood and said, “Now for your bath, to clean all that dust and soot from you. The staff has been heating water since your arrival.”

We went up to the room James and I use when we’re in London and found Courtney there, already changed out of her traveling clothes and into her uniform. One of the reasons I value the redhead is because of her efficiency. She bobbed a curtsy and said, “The water is hot in the bathroom, ma’am. And I have your robe out. Shall I help you undress?”

“Oh!” Yvonne bursa yabancı escort ejaculated, “This will not do! You are tired and dirty as well, Courtney. I will be Madame Violette’s maid today. And I promise we will keep the water hot for you, so you can bathe after. Olympe will assist you. Now go down to the kitchen and Eulalie will give you something to eat.” She hustled Courtney out the door. “And now may I help you undress, Madame Violette?”

The bath was somehow more intimate than it would have been with Courtney. I had noticed Yvonne’s eyes roaming all over me as she undressed me in the bedroom, and when she held open my robe to slip into. She also did not turn away when I slipped back out of my robe and into the wonderfully hot water. Yvonne pinned my hair up while I sighed with the pleasure of the warmth. Then she insisted on spreading a scented oil across my skin, starting from my back, but continuing around all of the skin she could reach while I was in the tub.

Courtney would, of course, have never dared to oil my breasts, or reach under the water, between my legs to oil my hairy quim. But the French are different, no? So, I didn’t stop her. Besides it felt so good. Strange, but good. I knew I should feel it objectionable. But we were sisters-by-lawful-marriage after all.

At some point we sloshed a lot of water onto her, soaking her dress. She simply stood and shed her dress and under-slips and returned to washing me wearing her corset, small pants and stockings.

When I was clean, she led me back to my room in my robe. She rang a small bell while we were in the hall and I saw Olympe leading Courtney into the bathroom to bathe in the same water I had been in. Yvonne left me in my bedroom to get dressed for dinner.

“It shall be casual tonight, ma petite chou, you can dress yourself, I think.” Then she left me so she also could dress in dry clothing.

We went shopping the next day. And visited the British Museum the next. At breakfast on the third day, Yvonne was buttering a croissant when I came down to the sun room where we always ate our first meal. “How did you sleep, dear Violette?”

“Very well, thank you, Yvonne. Et tu?”

“Bon! Tres bon! I have a little excitement planned for us tonight, my dear. If you are willing?” A plump but pretty maid whom I did not know poured my coffee. “Please say you’ll come.”

“Why wouldn’t I come?”

Yvonne took on an air of nonchalance. “I have received an invitation to a most exclusive party with marvelous women you just have to meet.”

“Sounds most interesting, I look forward to it.”

“But,” she said pursing her lips. “It is of le demimonde.” I loved to hear that word with her French accent. It made it sound even naughtier. “But fear not for your reputation. There will only be women at this party.”

I giggled. “I am not worried about my reputation, dear Yvonne. And I was secretly hoping you’d invite me out for something slightly naughty.”

“Oh! Qui! Bon! I am so happy you are saying oui. Before you came I had something made for you for this party. I hope you will wear it.”

“I’d be delighted. But is there anything special I should know before hand.”

“No. Rien. I shall write back to our hostess right after breakfast. We’ll have such a lovely time.”

I spent the day resting and catching up on my correspondence and then reading a rather scandalous novel by a Mary Cholmondeley, called Red Pottage. Late in the afternoon, I had Courtney do up my hair and then Yvonne swept into the room followed by Olympe carrying a bundle of clothes.

“I’ve asked Olympe to dress you tonight, Violette, darling. I hope you don’t mind. And may I borrow your Courtney to dress me, s’il vous plait.”

I thought that silly, but I agreed and Yvonne swept back out of the room with Courtney trailing behind. Olympe helped me undress, but didn’t let me stop with my underthings. “Madame Yvonne has provided for tous tes vêtements, madame, even your lingerie, which has come from la France.” So, I let her undress me to my Eden-state.

The French underthings were amazing. I had expected a corset, but instead Olympe presented me with what she called a bustier made of white silk and lace and light whale bone that caresses my skin and let me breathe while emphasizing my bosom. I shivered as she slid the silk stockings up my leg — shivering either from the way she touched me or the softness of the silk I’m not anymore sure — and attached them to garters hanging from the bustier. I was intrigued by the feeling of the garters tight against my naked buttocks. A light set of hoops came next and a single petticoat. She then reached for the dress.

“What about my knickers?”

“Madame Yvonne said only if Madame asks.”

“And does Madame Yvonne often skip her bloomers?”

“As often as not, Madame.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Still I would like them.” She knelt before me and held the knickers and I stepped into one silky-soft bursa sınırsız escort leg and then the other. It seemed wrong to have my garters inside my knickers, but I did not ask her to rearrange me.

And then she picked up my dress. Oh, that marvelous, scandalous dress. It was red and black, silk and cotton and it revealed a risqué amount of my ankles. The neckline was low, leaving the tops of my bustier-enhanced breasts to show quite clearly. And the cut left little to the imagination of my curved shape. The black sandals for my feet had 2 inches of heel.

I turned in front of the mirror, examining myself. “Did Madame expect it to look like this, Olympe.”

“Mais oui. Madame Yvonne will be most pleased.”

I briefly considered backing out of the night, but instead I said, “Well then you best do my hair and jewels.”

My next shock came as I came down the stairs to meet Yvonne in the drawing room. I certainly didn’t expect to come into the room to find a man in an evening suit pouring gin into two glasses. “Oh! Excuse me!” Only to have the man turn to me and have him actually be my sister-in-law. “Oh! Oh my.”

“You look lovely, tonight, Violette. Stunning.”

“You look um, stunning as well, Yvonne.” I took the gin she gave me. “You look most handsome in a man’s dress.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She posed for me and I suddenly realized that there was a small mustache above her lips.

“Do you often visit le demimonde as um, Monsieur Yvonne?”

“On especial occasions.”

“And Henry know about it all?”

“Oh, darling, Henri and I met while I was in evening dress. He approves.”

“I’m learning more about you all the time. Will you be my escort tonight then?”

“If you’ll have me?”

“I think it’ll be smashing.”

Thirty minutes later, Mssr Yvonne handed me down from the family carriage in front of a small in-town mansion in an area I didn’t recognize. There was no footman in front, but there was a young woman dressed in a butler’s livery. She greeted us by name, “Mssr and Madame Montfort-Shaw! So good to see you again. Madame will be most pleased.”

“But I haven’t ever been here before,” I whispered to Yvonne as, intimate hand on the small of my back, she guided me up the stairs.

“It is all just polite fiction, Violette. There is much polite fiction tonight.”

We were soon in the door, divested of our cloaks, and I was being introduced to our hostess who Yvonne called “Mrs. Judith Smythe.” I knew her, actually, by another name: Dame Judith Pennsington. I was a little startled by her nom de la nuit, and that she would host a party of le demimonde, but I accepted it as “polite fiction.”

Our hostess was in her fifties, a striking woman with greying hair, a large bust and round waist who I’d seen strike fear into the kind of man who would charge into battle without a moment’s thought. She bent and kissed my hand in a way that, had a man done it, would have required my husband to call him out. From her, it elicited a confused and rather pleasant feeling.

“We shall talk later, my darlings,” Dame Judith said, dismissing us into the party itself.

My eyes grew wide when we passed the doors to our hostess’s ballroom. Not because it was populated only by women — I’d come to expect that — but by the variety of women. Young and old, some dressed in men’s clothes, but the majority dressed in slightly risqué dresses. A young blonde woman (I didn’t think she was a Lady) came to us immediately, holding a tray with glasses of wine and gin. She wore only a short skirt, showing off her legs to be sure, but also leaving her breasts bare for all to see. I found myself staring until Yvonne plucked a glass of gin and pressed it to my hand. It was only then that I saw she was not the only servant so attired.

“Did you like what you saw, chère Violette?”

“Rather startled, monsieur,” I replied.

“Still, they were most lovely breasts, no? With such pink and turgid nipples?”

I took a rather larger sip of gin than normal; I had indeed been fascinated by her breasts. “Well, yes.”

Yvonne took me around the room to meet the guests. Here was Catherine, whose husband owned a Fleet Street newspaper. She was talking to Agnes, whose husband was a member of parliament. Over there was Abigail, dressed in men’s evening wear, whom I’d seen reading poetry once, talking to a woman introduced as Blanche, but whom I knew to be Princess Eleanor, daughter of the late King George’s youngest sister, and to a woman who I could not place but who was introduced to both Yvonne and I as Charlotte.

I knew about a third of them before the party and was duly surprised to see them here, as much as they may have been surprised to see me. Most who knew me knew also that I was Yvonne’s sister by law, but no one commented on it. There were society women, librarians, artists, and wives. Wives of military men, wives of businessmen, and wives of politicians; görükle escort I’d say three-fifths were married.

We moved around the room and talked to the other women, and as we did my eyes were opened to sights I’d never thought to see.

Women, especially those dressed as men, made free with the bodies of the servants. I saw their breasts cupped and hands raised under their skirts to touch … well I couldn’t even say the words. The servants never complained; only giggled.

Women casually held hands, which was not unusual, but the way they held each other’s hands evoked more than casual friendship. I saw women with arms around each others’ waists, sometimes straying down to bottoms for undisguised caresses.

I saw two women at the edge of the room embrace and kiss as lovers do, mouths obviously open. No one called them on it. A few nearby women even raised their glasses toward the lovers and laughed encouragingly.

For Yvonne, this clearly seemed quite normal and I tried to pretend like it was that way for me too. But I was feeling something inside me that I associated with the more pleasurable moments in my marriage bed, and that confused me. Thus, when Yvonne pulled me close to her side with a hand around my waist, I did not object. And when that first servant came round again with more drinks, Yvonne told her that, “my wife” was fascinated by her breasts before and asked permission for me to feel them.

I gasped and said, “No. I couldn’t.”

“But I would like you to, madam,” the servant laughed with an Irish accent. “Please. Will mine be the first tits you’ve fondled?”

I blushed but said nothing and, after her and Yvonne’s encouragement, I found myself reaching forward and cupping her breasts in my hands and even feeling the flesh of her nipple with my thumbs. It was an amazing feeling and I forgot myself for a second before I started and pulled back. The servant laughed and said, “If you’d like to play with me cunny as well, madam, it is uncovered beneath me skirt for you.”

“I um, no I think not.” And I took another glass of gin.

Just then we heard a small gong ring and “Mrs Smythe” announced, “Our first entertainment for the night will commence in five minutes in the salon. Please join us.”

Yvonne asked me if I wanted to see and I said, “Yes please,” thinking it would be a time to assemble my thoughts as we listened to music or poetry. How foolish I was.

In the salon, there was a small raised “stage,” with a curtain in front of it. There were fewer seats arranged to view the stage than women to sit in them so many seats had two women squeezed together or one woman sitting on another’s lap. That was how Yvonne and I sat, with her on the bottom holding my hips in her hands.

Mrs. Smythe announced, “For your enjoyment, ladies and gentlemen, I present, ‘The Snake Charmer.'” She stepped out of the way and one of the scantily clad servants pulled the curtain aside to reveal a swarthy skinned and dark haired Indian woman wearing a gauzy skirt and holding a musical pipe of some kind. On either side of her were large covered baskets.

“Oooh, this is a new one,” Yvonne whispered behind me as everyone politely clapped for the performer.

The woman stayed perfectly still until the applause stopped, then raised the pipe to her lips and started to play. The basket on her left started rocking, and then its top started moving as well. I steeled myself, expecting to see a snake rise from the basket, and so was totally surprised to see first a pair of dancing hands and then the face of a young woman rise from it.

We all gasped as we saw her head was as bald as a man’s, and she had no eyebrows. As her small bare breasts cleared the basket, I noted how white her skin was. Not albino, but the ivory skin most valued in England. And when her swaying hips appeared, I gasped to see no hair covering her sex, exposing her very pink folds of skin for all to see. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her cunny, as that servant had called the womanly parts.

She danced with her whole body swaying and twisting to the music, her hands always raised above her, her tongue also dancing out of her mouth as if tasting the air like a snake would. She stepped out of the basket and the tone of the music changed, so that she slowly folded herself to the floor and writhed there until the music stopped.

Then the music started again, different, and I looked at the charmer who was now playing a different pipe. Then the other basket opened and we saw the hands and then face of a negress, also hairless, writhe and dance her way upright, and step out of her basket. Her womanly parts were also free of hair and the smooth darkness of her skin could only be called beautiful, even though I’d never thought about beauty and black people before in the same breath.

The music changed again — now the charmer was playing both pipes at once and the white skinned snake woman rose once more from the floor. The dark skinned and light skinned “snakes” danced toward each other and writhed against each other, tongue flicking the air between them, flicking each other’s tongues. I noticed that there was a heat between my legs that, while pleasant, was quite inappropriate. I noticed Yvonne’s hot breath on the back of my neck.

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Under the heading of ‘It seemed like a good idea at the time’, my girlfriend Valerie and I left our upper Midwest home and drove to work in Yellowstone National Park for the summer.

We had both worked at a neighborhood bar & grill, she waited tables and I tended bar, until the owner, generous to a fault, had to close the doors due to lack of funds.

Val and I met there, began dating, then we moved in together. It was a ‘fun’ relationship. After work we’d have a couple ‘shifters’, sometimes go to an ‘after hours’ club and go home to enjoy more libations. She was a few years older than me but looked great, and was fun to be around. She had a terrific personality.

When we arrived at the Canyon area of Yellowstone to process in for work we made one crucial mistake: we told them we weren’t married. Who’d have thought in this day and age that would still matter to some people? So they wouldn’t allow us to stay together in the same room. We both were assigned rooms with members of our own gender. Val worked the curio counter, and I stocked groceries and worked the cash register.

Our co-workers fell into two categories: college kids working a summer job and having fun, and older, retired couples who worked to earn some traveling money. I was 22 and Val was 34. The older people were wary of our situation, but the college kids liked to party with us. She made everyone smile and laugh, and, she could hold her liquor, too.

After work every night we’d hit the bar, and on our days off we played ‘tourist’ and drove around the park. By the end of the summer I’m sure we’d been to every bar in the park, and in West Yellowstone and Gardner, Montana.

The summer was winding down and we didn’t know where we’d go once our store closed for the season. One day I saw a notice on the bulletin board about work in Everglades National Park in Florida. We discussed it and applied for jobs.

A week later we found out we were hired: Val would wait tables again, and I’d be a bartender. Great, we thought. Tipping jobs! Yellowstone is beautiful but you can’t get rich on minimum wage. We worried about having enough money to even drive to Florida.

One night after work, and after the bar closed, Val and I went to our rooms. I couldn’t sleep. I started thinking about our upcoming trip to Florida. I wanted to plan our route so I dressed and went out to the car to get the map.

When I got close to the car I heard noises coming from the back seat. What the hell? I thought. I snuck up to the window and looked inside: Val was naked and sliding up and down the cock of one of the kids we worked with, Todd. He was certainly well-endowed!

I pounded on the window; I was furious and felt betrayed.

She rolled down the window, and didn’t even bother to cover herself. “What the hell do you want?” she snarled at me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stunned.

“Get out of here — I’ll see you in the morning!” She rolled up the window.

I was in a daze as I walked back to our building. Before I went inside I turned and looked at the car. They weren’t in any hurry to get dressed and get out of the car. I stood and waited; I never saw them get out.

Needless to say, a week later I was driving by myself to Florida.

I don’t remember much about the first couple days on the road. I guess I was still in shock. The weather was good and I made good time. I didn’t have much money so motels were out of the question. When I felt the need for sleep I’d pull into a rest area and try to doze, but the backseat of the car was filled with boxes, and the front seat was uncomfortable, so I only managed thirty or forty minute catnaps. Luckily I still had a good supply of amphetamines to keep me awake.

Valerie was on my mind for much of the trip. I replayed over and over in my head our big confrontation the day after I’d caught her screwing in the car.

She refused to speak with me before work, and she wouldn’t let me sit next to her at lunch or dinner. I waited outside our dorm at the usual time we’d go to the bar. She came outside and we walked together.

“Val, w-why did you do that? I don’t understand!” I asked.

“You stupid little boy! I’ve been sucking and fucking Todd for the last month!” It felt like a sharp slap across my face.

“W-Why? I thought we had something special!”

She laughed in my face. “Listen, you needle-dick prick…all you care about is getting high…that’s all you ever care about…you were a lousy lay to begin with — now you can’t even get it up!”

“I’ll change — I promise! You’ll see, when we go to Florida—”

She cut me off. “Listen, Johnny…you’re a nice guy, but you have a whole lot of problems…there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere with you! I’m going home with Todd.”

Then she sneered in my face. “Oh, by the way, did you like what you saw?”

‘W-What do you mean?” I asked.

“Oh,” she smiled, “You sure took a long look at Todd’s cock last night…nice one, isn’t it? Did you like it, Johnny?” She laughed loudly and continued walking to the bar. bursa escort bayan I went back to the dorm.

I tried to avoid her that last week. When we did come face to face, that sarcastic grin of hers would make me blush.

I took a hard, long look at myself. I couldn’t figure out what ‘problems’ I had that she was talking about. Sure, I liked to party, but who didn’t? I wasn’t an alcoholic — I didn’t drink every day. I held jobs, paid my bills, lived responsibly. Yes, I did enjoy getting high, and yes, it was beginning to affect my sexual performance. But she liked drinking as much as I did…I liked getting high — I liked being able to ‘escape’.

My car troubles started as soon as I passed the sign that welcomed me to Florida. Whenever it rained the engine would die, the power steering wouldn’t work and I had to fight to get the car to the side of the road. It happened quite often — this was Florida, after all. I would usually have to wait 30-40 minutes before the car would start again.

Florida City was the last big town before the Everglades. I was two days early for my reporting date, and I calculated I had enough money for a motel and food. It was Sunday, football day, and they gave me an early check-in, so I took my travel bag, and what was left of the half-gallon Jim Beam bottle into the room.

There was 20 minutes until kick-off of the early game, so I walked to the convenience store a block away and loaded up with chips, dip and other snack foods. On the walk back to the motel, I noticed an auto repair shop across the street. I figured I’d take my car there tomorrow and find out what was wrong with it.

I guess it was the stress of driving, and lack of sleep, but I passed out at the start of the second half of the late game. When I woke, it was 9 o’clock the next morning.

I took some aspirin for my headache and guzzled two quarts of bottled water. Then, I drove my car to the auto shop. I left it with them and headed for a diner for breakfast.

When I returned for my car they explained what was wrong with it and said it would cost $250 for the repairs. I’m not a handyman or repair-type-of-guy, so it was all Greek to me.

“I’m starting work Tuesday at Flamingo, I can pay you when I get my first check,” I said.

He looked at me like I was crazy. “Bring your car back here after you get paid,” he replied.”It’ll run fine if there’s no rain.”

So I killed another night and the rest of the Jim Beam and headed into the Everglades Tuesday morning.

“…and your name again, is what?” asked the general manager of the resort.

I told him for the third time. He had no record of me being hired. I told him the home office in Virginia said I had a job.

“I just drove 2,600 miles and you’re saying I don’t have a job?” I asked.

“No, no…we’ll take you on…”

That was how my Everglades ‘experience’ began. He did hire me as a bartender, but it was soon obvious they didn’t need me. I worked a ‘service bar’ in the dining room the size of a small closet. The tips were lousy and it looked like I’d never get a chance to work the main bar where the money was pretty good.

I had a room about a mile from the resort area, and because of my car problems, I walked back and forth to work. Now I’d thought we had mosquitoes where I came from, but they were nothing compared to Everglades mosquitoes. A week before I got there, a tourist went missing, and the joke was that the mosquitoes carried him away.

About a week later I got a roommate. He was kind of homely, and rather fat. We drank at the employee pub that night, and when we went to bed, he got up and climbed into my bed with me.

“How about we give each other hand-jobs?” he asked.

“ARE YOU CRAZY? GET OUT OF MY BED — I’M NOT A FAGGOT!” I screamed at him.

I moved to another room the next day.

I met a guy named Chris, he was a dish washer, and hated his job, too. We ate our meals together and hung-out together after work. One day at lunch he showed me an ad from a newspaper. “Earn $1,200 in 2 weeks” read the headline. That caught my attention. To make a long story short, you live for two weeks at some sort of clinic where they do medical tests on you, and when you’re done, they pay you $1,200. The clinic was in Miami. It didn’t say what the tests were.

“You interested in this?” I asked him.

“John, we both hate our jobs and living here, and we’re both too broke to leave. A $1,200 pay day would get us both back where we want to go!”

Medical tests? I was skeptical; he said he’d call the number and get more information.

A few days later after work we were at the pub.

“I called the number — it sounds legit. They said they had openings for two more guys,” he said. “We go in and take a physical then they assign us a room the same day.”

“Let’s do it! It’ll at least get us out of here!” I said.

We left for Miami the next day.

Neither of us had ever been to Miami, and we’d have to spend at least one night in a motel. I decided to drive straight to the beach. nilüfer escort We’d never seen the Atlantic Ocean, either.

We made it to Ocean Boulevard and it was obvious the hotels/motels were out of our price range. I kept driving north on Ocean Boulevard until it ended. We had to go into the city.

We went under Interstate 95 and came to NW 79th Street. It was a pretty seedy area; lots of boarded up stores, and vacant lots. Chris spotted a motel sign advertising a price we could pay. I pulled the car into the driveway of the Daisy Chain Motel. We went inside. The desk clerk had a Middle Eastern appearance. His name tag read ‘Ahmad’. He was hard to understand, but he said he had one room left, but it only had one bed. We said ‘fine’ and we paid for it.

The motel had about 25 separate little bungalows, and a swimming pool and hot tub. There was a diner that served liquor next to the office. The bed in the room was king-sized, big enough that sharing it wouldn’t be a problem. We left our stuff in the room and went for dinner at the diner. We decided alcohol probably wouldn’t be a good idea since we had to take physicals early the next morning.

Afterwards we sat at the pool. It was disappointing — there were only guys at the pool. We went to bed early.

We ate breakfast then set out for the clinic. We talked about what we’d do with the money. We found the clinic and they gave us physicals. The doctor came out and told Chris everything was good with him. Then he spoke to me.

“Let’s see…” he studied his chart. “John, I’m sorry to tell you this, but we can’t use you for the tests — you have too much protein in your urine.”

I was shocked! Huh? Protein in my urine?

“We have another round of tests starting in four weeks, and we can accept you for those. Come on back in four weeks. Thanks for coming today.”

I think Chris saw my stunned expression because he offered to leave with me.

“No-no-no…” I said, and I watched as they led him to his room.

Back outside the Florida heat and humidity felt especially stifling.

What the hell am I going to do now? I wondered. I sat in the car a long time. Finally, I started it and drove back towards the Daisy Chain Motel. I remembered seeing a day labor company a block away. I’d go there the next day and find work.

I didn’t have enough money to spend the night at the motel. I parked across the street next to a large, tree-filled park. I walked to a convenient store and bought a bag of chips and a Pepsi. I sat in the park the rest of the day.

It was dark outside. I planned on sleeping in the car so I went to the public men’s room in the park to take a leak. There were two urinals and one was being used. I stood at the other one. The man looked at me closely before he left.

What was that about? I asked myself.

When I went outside the man was standing there. He came up to me. My heart was pounding; I was afraid.

“I’ll give you five bucks for a hand-job,” he said matter-of-factly.

My response to him surprised me. “Make it ten!” I said. It was at that moment I realized I was capable of doing just about anything to survive. Desperate times calls for desperate measures!

“Fuck-off!” he said and walked away.

As I walked to my car I cursed myself for being greedy — I should have agreed to the five dollars.

It began to rain. I sat in the car listening to the steady pelting of my car by the rain drops. The front seat of my car wasn’t made for sleeping. When I finally managed to fall asleep, I was awakened by someone pounding on the window. It was a cop!

“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t sleep here!”

“Sorry about that,” I said.

The rain had stopped. I had to take a leak so I walked into the park to the men’s room. In my groggy state, I thought it was about 2 or 3 in the morning. I looked at my watch — 11 o’clock — you gotta be kidding me! I still had all night to kill.

There was a man washing his hands when I entered the men’s room. I did my business, aware that the man was watching me. He was still at the sink when I washed my hands.

“Nice rain,” he said.

I wasn’t sure how to play this; I didn’t want to miss out on another opportunity. As I dried my hands I flashed him a broad smile.

“Yeah, looks like it might rain all night, and I don’t have anywhere to go.”

A smile formed on his lips. “Hungry?” he asked. I nodded. He pointed in the direction of the diner. “Eat?” he asked.

“Sure, that would be great,” I said.

As we walked to the diner I sized him up. I’m 5’8″ and he was shorter than me. Like the desk clerk, he sounded and appeared to be from a Middle Eastern country. It looked like he was going to buy me a meal, I wondered what else?

I sat in a booth and I figured he would sit across from me, but he slid in beside me — close. He asked if I wanted a beer, and I said, “That sounds great!” I wondered if I came off sounding too eager.

We had two beers and he ordered us rib eye steaks. The food türbanlı escort was delicious. Mid-way through the meal he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. His penis was hard. Or at least it felt like it. It was about 3 inches long and thick. It was the first penis other than my own I ever felt. I squeezed it. He smiled. I went to use that hand to cut my steak but he stopped me.

“Keep hand there!” he said. I put my hand back on his cock, and he cut up the rest of my steak for me. I slowly stroked it through his slacks for the rest of our meal.

When we were leaving the diner he said, “We go to my car!”

I pointed to the motel and asked, “How about there?”

He frowned. I may have went a little too far. He might not have enough money for the motel. But then again, I didn’t want to go to his car and give him a hand-job and be back out on the street afterwards.

I smiled at him. “If we had a room, I could get naked and we could stretch out on a big bed.”

His eyes widened at the thought. He pulled out his wallet and gave me the exact amount for the room.

I went inside alone. ‘Ahmad’ was behind the front desk again. “You back — good!” he said in his broken English.

He gave me two keys, and when I said we’d only need one he winked at me. I blushed.

We found our bungalow and went inside. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do in this situation. I decided to try and get it over with as quickly as possible. I stripped; he sat on the bed and watched me. When I was naked he had me stand before him and he ran his hands over my body. I turned around for him and he caressed my bottom-cheeks. Then he roughly tried to push a finger into my asshole. I jumped; he laughed.

He had me lie on the bed as he took off his clothes. He was short, overweight and hairy. His hard-on looked like a small block of wood. I sympathized with real hookers, I saw first-hand the kind of people they had to ‘service’. This profession required a strong stomach, I thought.

He climbed on top of me and held my head still. He kissed me. It was the very first time I kissed another man. I had to fight my instinct to gag; his breath stunk of beer and onions.

He kneeled on the bed and lifted my legs over my head. I was extremely aware of my exposed anus. He tried several times to get his cock inside me. He grunted and groaned but couldn’t get his cock inside my asshole. I was relieved when he quit trying.

He placed his knees on either side of my chest and positioned himself so his cock was inches from my face. I could plainly smell the aroma of his private parts. My arms were pinned to the bed under his weight. I had resigned myself to the fact that I might have to suck his cock. I opened my mouth.

Instead, he stroked his cock himself. Every now and then he’d rub it on my face. He began breathing harder; his hand moved faster. Now, I of course, had never seen another man ejaculate before, and I thought it would be something different. Instead of semen forcefully shooting out of his cock, it dribbled out of his slit and onto my face. When he finished, he wiped his cock on a dry patch of my face and climbed off the bed.

I didn’t know what to expect next. I thought he’d probably rest then have another go at me. Instead, he got dressed and left. He never said a word, or even looked at me.

Fine with me, I thought. I didn’t get any money, but I had a good meal and a roof over my head.

I went to the bathroom and wiped my face with a towel. I took a leak then went back to bed and looked forward to a night of sound sleep.

The phone on the nightstand next to the bed startled me at 2am. I had just drifted off to sleep when it rang.

“Police look for you — you come to office — you hide here!” I recognized Ahmad’s voice.

“W-What? What is going—”

He cut me off. “Come here now!” He hung up.

Panic set in. Police? I remembered the cop who woke me up in my car. Oh my God — what’s going on? I hadn’t brought anything in from the car so all I had to do was dress, and get the hell out of there.

When I walked into the motel office, a young black man was behind the front desk. I asked for Ahmad and he pressed a button on the counter. Ahmad immediately appeared from a door behind the counter. He rushed me to the side and buzzed the door to let me in. He led me through another door into a small apartment. He must live here, I thought.

He had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was on a love seat.

My heart was racing and I began to sweat. He assured me everything would be alright now. The police wouldn’t find me here.

“You sleep here,” he said.

He said the police were shining flashlights into my car. He led me to the door again and went behind the front desk. Sure enough, I could see my car across the street and there was a police car parked behind it. We went back into his apartment.

He went to the small kitchen and returned with two cups of what smelled like tea.

He gave me a cup and I asked: “What’s this?”

“Green tea — you drink!”

It was good; just the right sweetness for my taste. We drank the tea in silence. Soon, all my panic, and nervousness disappeared. A sense of well-being and happiness washed through my body. I looked at Ahmad, he smiled at me and I smiled back.

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Madame Rochement was very pleased with herself as she viewed the four beauties kneeling in full curtsy before Queen Eleanor. The ivory whiteness of their swanlike necks, the unblemished smoothness of their bared shoulders, the deep cleavage of their décolletage, all forecast the beauty of their faces, hidden from the queen by the full bow of those necks. Madame Rochement herself was in full curtsy, but her neck was not bowed. She looked straight at her queen with a haughtiness and self-assuredness, which would have earned any other courtier dismissal from the court, if not residence in the Bastille. But Renée Rochement was no ordinary courtier–or courtesan. Thirty years ago–twice the lifetimes of the young women kneeling alongside her–she too stood a similar inspection. Since then she had progressed from courtesan to royal mistress to Mistress of the Queen’s Bedchamber. Having borne three royal bastards, she could have posed a threat to the dynasty.

Eleanor and Renee both knew their roles and their places. The queen had produced three heirs to the throne, and enough daughters to cement alliances with all of France’s adversaries–except the English. Renee’s two sons were titled officers heading regiments in the personal guards of their royal half-brothers, and their service in defense of both the dynasty and of France vouchsafed their loyalty to both. Her daughter was one of the great beauties of the court, the king’s favorite, although officially unacknowledged, daughter.

If there was any jealousy between the two women, it was over this daughter, Joisette. The queen’s daughters, like the queen herself, were bred for statecraft. They enjoyed lives without want or care, but also without freedom. Who they would marry, where they would live, who would be their friends–or more accurately their associates–were determined by their parents–or again more accurately their parents’ advisors. Moreover, they inherited both their parents’ looks. Joisette was free to choose her own friends, and–more importantly–her own lovers. The prerogatives of a royal princess with none of the duties or responsibilities. But Renee had schooled her daughter well. As a child, Joisette was always the perfect playmate to her half-sisters. To the queen, she showed a deference even Cardinal Richelieu envied. The king was an indulgent uncle, her half-brothers her royal protectors.

But Renee and Eleanor had more in common than having shared the king’s bed and borne him children. Eleanor was not the handsomeness of women, and it soon developed in her marriage that the king–then the crown prince–was not sufficiently aroused by her alone to perform his princely duties to assure the dynasty. Hence a third party had to be introduced into the bedroom, and Renee went from courtesan to concubine. Eleanor could have brooded, but she found the prince as unappealing as he found her. She was the first-born daughter of a royal house, and had been bred and reared to continue another royal house. If she needed to learn those techniques which would ensure her husband’s performance until a sufficient number of male heirs existed, then she would not spurn a teacher of proven merit in this field. And thus Renee became Mistress of the Bedchamber of the Crown Princess.

The arrangement surprised the entire court. The court knew nothing of the sexual problems of the royal bedchamber and thought the crown princess a saint not only to tolerate her husband’s infidelity–after all, what king, prince, duke, count, knight or even burgher did not have a mistress or two. But to embrace that mistress, to bring her into the most intimate of the princess’ household circle, and to bestow upon her the highest position for women in that circle. Only an angel could be so forbearing!

But it was passion, not forbearance, which was the basis of their relationship. For in her lessons on arousing and satisfying the prince, Renee had to often play the man. And Eleanor found that her passions were truly aroused in the arms of a woman. So as prince became king he found two women fully ready to meet his needs, yet happy when enjoying only the company of each other. He, like the court, ascribed this to the saintliness of his wife, who not only tolerated his infidelity and elevated his mistress, but also treated Renee’s children by him as her own, and was known throughout Europe never to have known a man other than him.

The day came, however, when their skills could not offset the passage of time and the bearing of children. While still attractive for a woman of her years, Renee was a woman of her years. And the queen was still the queen. If the king wanted youth and beauty, would it not be best for queen and mistress to become procuresses? Knowing him best, who was better than they to select his future bedmates? Of course, they would choose girls just entering womanhood whose youth would bursa escort bayan be matched by their naivetee, whose innocence would appeal to the king, yet permit both queen and mistress control. The king would be indulged, the dynasty would be protected, queen and mistress would be free to enjoy each other, and both court and Europe would marvel that the queen’s saintliness had inspired a like feeling in the courtesan.

There was one more inspection the Queen had to perform. She stood, that motion itself a command. Madame Rochement stood also, turning to the young women.

“Elaine, you may rise.”

The woman farthest from Renée rose. She was the most beautiful of the four, and the lowest born. She was meant for the king, for both Queen and comtesse did not want any bastards she bore to have any claim on the throne.

“Approach her Majesty and lift your skirts.”

Elaine did as commanded. She had undergone this inspection several times to be in this room. First the agent of the comtesse, then a nun of this convent, then the abbess herself, then the comtesse. Now the Queen! The Queen put the fingers of her right hand under Elaine’s chin and raised her face. Elaine tried to lower her eyes in deference.

“Look at me, child,” the Queen commanded.

Elaine looked into the coldest gray eyes she had ever seen. For the first time in this process she knew fear, and it showed on her face. The Queen was pleased. Fear of the queen in a courtesan is always a good thing. She smiled slightly as she inserted two fingers into the girl’s vagina. Elaine tried to relax, but it was the Queen who was fingering her, not some over-the-hill courtesan or a nun.

And the Queen did not just test for her maidenhead! She ran her fingers up and down Elaine’s vulva. She rubbed her thumb over the top of that slit, finding a bump Elaine did not know existed. And she kept rubbing it! Elaine felt herself grow faint and weak in the knees.. A loud gasp escaped her, causing the other girls to look up. What they saw they had never been prepared to see. Their queen moving her fingers in and out of their companion, the queen kissing her fully on the mouth as would a man. A flush was rapidly spreading from the sparse hair covering Elaine’s mons up her belly and down her thighs, turning the porcelain white skin crimson. And moisture. Surely Elaine was not peeing on the Queen’s hand?

“Majesty,” Renee softly intoned. Her voice brought Eleanor back to her senses. She withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips. She sniffed them before sticking out her tongue to taste the fluid.

“Elaine, is it?”

“Yes, Majesty,” the startled girl answered.

“You will do nicely. You may withdraw.”

Elaine curtsied deeply, then backed away to her former position. Renee brought a damp cloth and wiped the Queen’s hand, then dried it. The ritual was repeated thrice more–with Josephine, for the crown prince; with Anne, for the middle son; and with Caroline, for the youngest. Satisfied that all were virgins, the Queen resumed her seat as the quartet was led from the room by a nun.

This exhibition was witnessed by two other pairs of eyes. What looked like an air vent just below the ceiling from inside the room was actually a window to a narrow corridor just behind and above the room occupied by the two women. As the door closed leaving the two women alone, Eleanor was the first to speak.

“I had forgotten how tempting a young virgin can be. Thank you, Renee. A few moments more and I would have been disgracing myself on the floor.”

Serving you is thanks enough, Majesty,” Renee replied, crossing the room and locking the door. Turning, she leaned against the door as she unlaced the bodice of her gown, her eyes fixed on the face of her sovereign. “You will have the rest of their lives to enjoy them.”

The nuns of several convents were once the mistresses and concubines of the royal family and other magnates of France. And though many were forced into the cloister once their services were no longer desired, vows taken under coercion are seldom respected. Many a nunnery was nothing more than a church-sanctioned house of pleasure. The convent of St. Helene du Elios was one such, though its nuns engaged in that form of love practiced on the isle of Lesbos. Many of the great men of France sent their wives, daughters, nieces and wards here when they went off to the wars, believing them safe from carnal temptation. Men on campaigns of rape and ravine fear that what they did to other women, others would want to do to theirs. That the arms which embraced their womenfolk, and the waists around which those womenfolk wrapped their legs would be female never occurred to them. Little did they know that their women welcomed the campaigns, and only feigned dismay at being sent to a cloistered convent.

Renée pulled the gown from her görükle escort shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Only her chemise prevented her from appearing before the queen as she had been born. Well not exactly as she had been born. As round and rosy and cuddly as she may have been as a baby, no baby had her full breasts with their large areoles, pointing through the chemise at the royal lady. The fullness and roundness of her hips were not that of the newborn, but of one who had borne another. The queen’s face showed the battle between the restraint her social position and upbringing had taught her and the passion she had learned from Renee. Renee stepped out of the garment gathered at her feet, deliberately crossed over to the queen, grabbed the royal head between her hands and pulled the royal face to her own. Eleanor was taller than most women, indeed taller than most of the men at court. She readily bent the royal neck to accept the kiss of her subject. Like a gourmet, Renee noted the subtle flavors of the four young women still lingering in the queen’s mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Renee stepped back and removed her chemise. Clad only in her stockings and slippers, she let the queen drink her in. The queen sighed at her beauty, wondering how her husband could abandon a woman who still had such translucent skin and full breasts and supple curves. Ahh, men! Preferring youth to experience, and not knowing true beauty even when he has enjoyed it often. Renee began undressing the queen, moving around her to loosen laces, unfasten hooks, slip buttons, remove pins, until the queen was soon attired only by nature.

With the removal of the last garments Renee let her hand linger on the queen’s ass, giving it a caress with her fingertips stoking just inside the cleft. As she moved around the queen, Renée kissed Eleanor’s breast, starting at the side and continuing until she reached the nipple. She tongued it like a clitoris, then took the entire aureole into her mouth, suckling like one of the royal offspring. After several minutes, she switched to the queen’ other tit. All the while her right hand continued cupping the royal cheek, her fingers in the royal ass, with her left hand complementing the right by caressing Eleanor’s pussy, Renée’s index and ring fingers inside the queen. Eleanor shivered and anointed Renée ‘s fingers.

The comtesse guided the queen to the bed, sitting her on the coarse mattress. Kneeling before her, Renee spread the royal thighs and leaded forward to pay homage to the mother of the nation. She began with a kiss, treating the nether lips as she had the queen’s mouth. Her lips on the nether lips, her tongue parting those lips, seeking the flesh within, then that tongue scouring that lower mouth from bottom to top ending with it circling the royal love button.

Eleanor moaned loudly, nearly shouting her pleasure. She grabbed Renee’s head, pressing the courtesan’s face into the royal pussy even as she lifted her ass off the bed in ecstasy. No sooner had she done this the queen dropped her hips back to the bed and brought her knees to her breasts so that she was completely exposed to Renee, her feet at Renee’s head. Renee stuck the forefinger of her left hand into Eleanor’s ass and two fingers of her right hand into the queen’s pussy as she continued to tongue Eleanor’s clit. For several minutes the room reverberated with the sounds of the queen’s pleasure mixed with the rocking of the bed on the stone floor. The queen was never in the same position for more than a few seconds. She was now on her back, legs drawn up, then with legs stretched out across Renee’s shoulders and down her back, then with feet planted on either side of the courtesan, her hips in the air, next laying down with legs straight above their prone forms. And through it all, Rene maintained oral contact, aided greatly by the queen’s hands being thoroughly entwined in the comtesse’s luxuriant tresses.

But all good things must come to an end. Knowing that Eleanor could continue to climax endlessly, Renée ceased her oral ministrations and removed her finger from the queen’s ass. It took Eleanor several minutes to realize that the only sensations she was having came from the fingers still in her pussy. Lowering her legs alongside Renee, she looked down her body at the face bearded by her pussy. With her orgasms subsiding, she released the courtesan’s hair, stroking Renee’s face as the her fingers joined the courtesan’s in the queen’s cunt. They played finger games there for several more minutes, not to elicit more pleasure, but to express a bond both of sisterhood and of lovers.

“Thank you, again, Renee,” the queen said, gripping Renee’s fingers and pulling her upward. Renee pulled her fingers from the queen’s cunt and slithered up her body and kissed her. Of all of Renee’s female lovers, only Eleanor enjoyed the bursa escort bayan taste of herself on the lips of another. The two kissed fervently, Eleanor alternately kissing and licking Renee’s lips, cheeks, chin, eyelids. The difference in their heights was all in Eleanor’s legs. From the top of their heads to the bottom of their nether cheeks they were perfectly equal. Well, equal in length, for Renee was much fuller in bosom, in belly, and in buttock. As they kissed and caressed, Renee maneuvered them so that she was on her back with the queen laying on top of her.

“Would Majesty please be the knight?” she asked.

“Ah, Renee,” the Queen sighed, “you know me all too well.”

And well she should, for Eleanor enjoyed more than one form of feminine love. From the first time Renée had laid on top of her and ridden her as the prince had, Eleanor could not resist the pleasure of having another pussy rub hers, another clit against hers, another set of vaginal lips caressing hers. She had been surprised–no, shocked–but the initial pleasure was great, and even greater was that pleasure when the queen was on top controlling the contact, the pressure, and the movements. So while she knew she would end the night serving her subject as her subject had served her, for now she would give them both that pleasure that only two women can give each other.

Reneee reached between them and adjusted their lips in that special kiss as Eleanor began rocking her hips. Renee cupped the queen’s left buttock with her right hand, so that the tips of her fingernails caressed the area between the cleft of the queen’s ass and her cunt. She placed her other hand around the queen’s back, pressing gently. She brought her legs up slightly, forming a saddle of her hips as she rested her calves on the back of the queen’s thighs. Renee could not demand, or even suggest, that the queen reciprocate in giving pleasure. But by the pressure of her hands, the touch of her nails, the grip of her legs, and the movement of her own hips Renee controlled Eleanor’s movements more than Eleanor did. As cunt lips caressed cunt lips, and clit sparred with clit, as belly rubbed belly and breast rolled against breast, comtesse commanded and queen obeyed. They would remain like this well into the night when the candles that lit the room had burned out, leaving them in darkness.

***

That darkness extended to the narrow corridor, ending the viewing of the women’s lovemaking. Closing the grate of the vent, the abbess quickly led the way to a stairway that led to her study. She was followed by a tall thin man, whose sharp features were made more so by the strange light in his grey eyes. Grey also was his beard, in what today would be called a van dyke. If it had a name in his day, it most certainly would have been a Richelieu, for the first minister to the king would not have a mere painter’s name attached to anything about his person, and a Dutch painter at that! Strolling over to the fireplace, he stretched fully, the red robes of his order temporarily blocking all light from the fireplace.

“Thank you, Reverend Mother,” he said, removing a small pouch from his robes. Laying it on the table at which she sat, the Cardinal referred to only as “His Eminence” continued. “A most interesting performance. You did not tell me about the second act.”

The abbess studied the Cardinal’s face as she weighed his words, and the tone in which they were delivered. His Eminence did not like surprises, even those which benefited him. “Is His Eminence shocked?” she asked in a voice which stated she believed nothing would shock him.

Before she came to this order she had shared the bed of this king’s father, and several of his uncles. She knew the secrets of many of the royalty and nobility–and not just of France. Or of just the nobility. The princes of the Church also had their secrets–including His Eminence. Few people knew secrets about him, and none as many as she. Nor were any in as great a position to harm him, should they choose. In the fifty years since they first met, he had seen her as courtesan, courtier, conspirator and co-conspirator. Her discretion and guile she used in her later years as effectively as she had used her beauty and sex in her youth. If their genders were changed, it would be Abbess Richelieu and Cardinal Delille in this room at this moment.

Richelieu stared at her. He did not like secrets being kept from him, especially a secret about the sexuality of the royal family. It was clear that Queen Eleanor and the Comtesse Rochement had enjoyed their relationship for years, yet this was the first he knew of it. What else did the abbess know that she kept from him? He could not make her features clearly in the flickering firelight. His backside was growing warm from the fire and he would have preferred to turn and face it. But he felt less uncomfortable with his back to the fire than to the abbess.

“Just surprised, Reverend Mother,” he replied. “You will let me know whenever this play is performed.”

The abbess nodded her assent as she opened the pouch and counted the silver pieces. Thirty.

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“Stop running and face me, boy.”

The words sent chills skittering along Marshall’s spine. He was torn between the desire to obey and the need to provoke punishment. Giving in and turning was his first instinct, but the idea of being stretched out across the other man’s lap, his ass exposed, bared to receive those glorious swipes of his firm hand was too strong to ignore.

On the other hand, he sure as hell wasn’t going to make it easy on him, either.

Marshall stood at the edge of the trees. Lee was maybe a hundred yards or so behind him. He knew without looking that Lee’s eyes held that intense look he got when he was on the hunt. The dark blue became almost purple. God, his eyes were sexy. Marshall’s own eyes were emerald green and slightly tilted, a genetic throwback to some long dead ancestor. As was his long lush auburn hair that fell straight down his back. He could have tied it so it wouldn’t fly into his face as he ran, but he liked the feel of it on his bare back.

Ahead of him lay an open field, and just across that lay more trees. The trick was to get across the empty space. With no cover, he’d be a sitting duck.

Then again, he intended to be caught, didn’t he? Wasn’t that the whole point of this chase? That and keeping fit.

There was no actual decision to be made. Marshall made no response to Lee’s demand. He bursa escort grinned to himself, his heart beating faster, his blood pressure rising—that wasn’t the only thing rising. His cock was pressing against the material of his jeans. Oh shit, horniness was rearing its ugly head, demanding satisfaction.

Maybe this would be a short chase, after all. If Lee questioned why the surrender, Marshall would just tell him it was in deference to the twenty some odd years Lee had on him. Didn’t want to hurt the old-timer.

And wouldn’t that just provoke a delicious spanking? Not to mention the fucking that would follow.

Shit, his erection hurt now, just thinking about Lee’s big thick cock inside of him. Decision made.

He darted out from the cover of the trees. Summer was in full bloom, and wildflowers bobbed and weaved their yellow, white, and purple heads, dancing in the heated breeze that blew from the south. Marshall didn’t mind the heat. He welcomed it. It was the cold he wasn’t partial to, and why he felt the need to get the fuck out of Fargo.

Texas. Now there was warmth and sunshine to spare. And wide open spaces. Plenty of room for the two of them. And no one to tell them what they could or couldn’t do.

He could hear Lee’s approach, and he knew that was no accident. Had this been an actual hunt, he would never escort bayan have heard him coming. Stealth was that man’s middle name. Fucking hot he was too. Marshall had never had another lover. Never wanted one. Lee was all he wanted and all he needed. When you had the best, why look for anything else?

Marshall slowed his own pace. He’d had a good run, but it was time to give in now. Pride only carried you so far, and right now it was losing to desire and need… both of which said fall the fuck down and get ready for punishment… and reward.

A strategically timed tuck and roll brought him to his knees. He automatically assumed the position. Head down, hands behind him, palms up, against the base of his spine, just in the hollow above his ass. He wasn’t even winded and he took pride in the fact. He was in great shape, and he knew Lee loved his body and the pleasure that it gave. At the age of twenty, Marshall wasn’t ripped, not by any means. But he was built, he was strong, without an ounce of fat on his lean frame. And he was limber as hell.

His entire body tingled in anticipation of Lee’s arrival.

“I should take you right here and now.” The familiar drawl came from behind him. He loved the way Lee could elongate any word, giving it a sensual twist that went straight to his cock.

“What’s the matter? Afraid of bursa escort getting dirty?” He almost dared a glance, to see the reaction his words engendered, but thought better of it at the last minute. “Can’t your knees take it, old man?”

That did it. He felt Lee’s boot against the small of his back, and then he was face down in the grass, getting an up close and personal taste of the wildflowers. He didn’t dare take the offending blossoms from his mouth, so he grinned and bore it. The serrated leaves bit into his cheek, drawing blood.

If Lee pressed hard enough, he could easily snap Marshall’s spine. But he wouldn’t. That wasn’t what this was about. Discipline, yes. Setting limits, yes. Killing… no.

“You have a mouth on you, boy.”

Marshall made no reply, due to the greenery in his mouth. And because he’d not received permission to do so.

“Roll over and look at me,” Lee directed. The pressure lessened and Marshall breathed more easily, then did as he was told, spitting out what was in his mouth. The bulge in his jeans was damn painful now, and more than obvious. He could see flames of desire burning in Lee’s eyes that raked him over from head to toe. “I said you have a mouth on you, boy. What do you say to that?”

“Yes, Sir, I do, Sir.”

“Might have to put that to good use.”

Marshall’s pulse quickened. He knew it wouldn’t be as easy as that. First the discipline, then the reward. He relished them both.

Lee unfastened the large silver buckle that gleamed on his leather belt. Marshall was more than passing familiar with the feel of it against his flesh.

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