Tiffany stood naked at the foot of the huge bed as she waited for Johnny Cranston to either speak or to move. She held his come within the full mound of her cunt and a single drop clung to the wispy curlings of her chestnut plume. Facing her, he sipped a drink handed to him by Alicia, his wife. Several pillows propped his head and shoulders up. Tiffany's vaginal muscles were clenched tightly to follow his directions to retain the spend he had hosed up into her depths minutes before. Her rich juices gleamed upon his large and momentarily slack cock.
Tiffany watched Nita Fayette stretch out between his strong legs. The woman's defined lips opened over his prick and her pink tongue slid out from between the ripe plum of her lips, which were muted with pink. Tiffany's breath tightened as Nita slowly drifted her tongue's damp softness over his knob to touch at its tip. Johnny's eyes were lidded.
Alicia smiled as she watched Nita kiss her husband's tool and she reached out to spread one hand over the opulent cheeks of Nita's ass so that she could curl the backs of her long fingers in the deep cleavage. Nita murmured at the caressing rise and fall along the center of her fanny and she began to suck Johnny's knob into her mouth, the ebony pools of her cat-shaped eyes lidded.
Tiffany stood silently still, the mirrored walls and ceiling of the bedroom surrounding her with images of the three lovers upon the bed and of herself standing, waiting for them to voice their desires. There was a graceful fragility about her, underlaid with a suggestion of humid sensuality just waiting for the spark that would ignite it into a raging, passionate heat. Her large, almond-shaped eyes were moist between dark lashes as she saw Nita sucking and licking along Johnny's shaft, the mirrors presenting the action from every angle.
Alicia's long blond hair spilled over the cocoa brown globes of Nita's ass, the soft furls of her lips flexing along their inner bases, the firm lushness of her big breasts rubbing against Nita's hip and the side of her thigh as she slid her mouth down into the juncture of Nita's supple thighs. Smiling blissfully, Johnny watched his wife rise up to kiss the in-sides of Nita's thighs, her tits moving up over ass and thigh. He slid his hand up Alicia's long, shapely legs, light glinting from otherwise invisible flecks of down upon her thighs.
Tiffany watched his rod stiffening into the circle of Nita's tightening and loosening lips, his hand raising to Alicia's triangle of fleecy gold curls. Tiffany's slender torso moved with her deep, slow breathing. The soft waves of her chestnut hair gleamed lustrously with the light, framing her flushed face, a wide wave curving down over her high forehead from its side part. Her creamy flesh was flushed with arousal, her slit burning as she fought to keep it closed, to not let go of his come.
Nita followed the directions of Alicia's hands and turned onto one hip, presenting Alicia with her high mound, the high V of her muff covering it with tight, jet coils. Alicia stretched her long tongue out to draw its tip along the damp heat of Nita's furrow, opening the plush envelope and baring its near-lavender pink interior. Nita groaned softly with pleasure, her cheeks drawing in around the almost fully erect thickness of his prod, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein.
Tiffany watched him dip his fingers into Alicia's plush mound that nestled in the cradling of her full hips, Alicia's tongue lapping at Nita's bright cleave. Tiffany's hair curved in and down below her slender shoulders, hiding the nape of her neck and the slide-latch of the studded, black leather collar that encircled her neck. A silver ring hung down over the shallow of her throat, connecting the collar to a slender chain that curved down between the full teardrops of her breasts and out toward the corner of the bed where the loop of the leash was hooked.
Johnny sipped air, his head pushing back into the pillows as Nita sucked his head and upper shaft down into her throat, her lips nuzzling around the base of his thick length, shifting the crown of his hair. The contours of his stomach muscles standing out, he stroked his fingers into the muted pink of Alicia's juicy nook. Nita slid her spread hands up his strong thighs and in to either side of her suckling mouth. He dampened his lips as her beautifully formed hands lowered, her long fingers curling between his sac and thighs to cup his heavy balls and roll them gently together.
The curves of Tiffany's high upper lids moved closer and closer to the slender rims of her lower lids, her lashes fluttering as she strove to keep her eyes focused. Her cunny throbbed from keeping it tightly shut, the air richly scented with the fragrances of her and the other women's juices, hers mixed with that of his come. The liquid ebony of her pupils were dilated, reflecting the three outstretched, writhing bodies upon the bed. The slender furls of her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply of the carnally incensed air. Her long toes curled against the thick carpeting as shudders of delicious heat went through her depths.
Johnny groaned as Nita sucked and loosened his throbbing cock. She slid her lips up and down his veined hardness, his head bobbing in and out of her throat as her tongue lapped at the underlength of his trunk, his balls aching, swollen with a fresh load of come. He spun his fingertips around the bud of Alicia's pulsing clit and she murmured into the lilac-like spread of Nita's tremoring splay, her long tongue probing deeply, the flat of it gliding over the sleek walls of Nita's sex.
Tiffany's shell-pink nipples stood out erectly from the gentle rises of her near-invisible areolas' pale pinkness, burning with arousal. She caught the inside of her cheek between her teeth, trying to keep her long, shapely legs from buckling, trying to keep his come within her plush box, trying not to cry out her desire to be allowed to join them.
Nita twisted the puckered tips of her pegged nipples against the bed, her arms drawn in against the outsides of her high-sloped, heavy breasts. She moaned around his big column, her cupped hands trembling under his balls as Alicia's tongue found the wide bolt of her clit. Her firm shoulders bunched as spasms spiraled up through her from Alicia's tonguings, the light gleaming from the velvet sheen of her jet-black mane of back-brushed hair. She shuddered with orgasms, Alicia gasping into her cunny as Johnny's fingers drew raptures from his wife's clit.
The soft curve of Tiffany's firm belly tightened, the light indentation running up between the centers of her swollen breasts accented with the contractions of heat within her. Her long, graceful hands curled, bunching tightly as she dug her nails into her palms, straining to keep control over her body, arousal spinning her thoughts. She wanted to join them, to drink down his come.
His lips pulled back from his clenched teeth, his body sweltering with quickening waves of heat, his cock throbbing harder and harder within Nita's voracious mouthings, her tongue pistoning up and down his dorsal vein, her cheeks tightening and loosening as her lips moved up and down with a faster pace, her fingers fondling his balls, urging his boiling come from them.
Alicia's snatch clutched at his fingers, spasming as her clit burned at a racing pitch, searing flarings of ecstasy cascading through her, her long, supple belly curling as her depths convulsed with orgasms. Clutching Nita, she cried out into her cunt as she continued to tongue her clit, the sounds vibrating against the phosphorescent burn of the woman's pearl, setting Nita off.
Nita's mouth tightened around his rod, clutching it as if to use it for an anchor as the whirl of her senses peaked, her cleave spasming around Alicia's mouth, her clit blazing under her tongue, orgasms rocketing through her. The hold of her mouth and throat wrenched his tool about, tugging his come from him, drawing it from his balls and he growled from deep in his chest, his throat locking as he came.
His hips pushed up from the bed, vibrating as his cock bucked within Nita's mouth, his come jetting through him, his sanity reeling. His fingers buffeted Alicia's clit and she came quicker, her mouth twisting around Nita's clit. Nita dropped her hands from his shuddering balls to clutch his ass cheeks, kneading them as she held him to her, sucking with all her might as her own body jerked with orgasmic flashings.
His mouth opened wide, his face flushed and the veins in his neck stood out as he came. His come blasted through him, his ears filled with the pounding of his blood. His cock pumped, his spend jetting from him, gushing down Nita's throat and into her mouth as she began to pull her tightened lips up from the base of his erupting shaft. He gasped, everything spinning, ecstasy saturating him, his flesh feverish.
Tiffany's face was tightened as orgasms exploded through her, her eyes watching his still twitching prod sliding out from Nita's mouth, her saliva coating its reddened length. She fought to hold his come within her as she watched, the rounded cheeks of her uptilted ass tightened with the effort.
The three began to go slack, their lungs heaving, Alicia's cheek resting upon Nita's thigh, Nita's resting upon Johnny's abdomen, his spent prick in her gently caressing hand. His hand lay on its back between Alicia's thighs, her juices gleaming from his fingers. Tiffany stood watching, aching with desire, for release from the self-control of her body, from the holding of his come and from the closed silence of her slightly wide mouth, the suggestion of a pout to her lower lip accented.
Their inactivity as they recovered their energies allowed Tiffany's arousal to lessen somewhat and she concentrated on regulating her breathing. Though she had managed to contain his thick juices, her own had seeped from her slit, dampening her plume. She watched with longing as Nita licked a drop of his jizm from the center shallow of her ripe lower lip. She waited for them to speak, to allow her to relax her cunny, to join them, to be taken by them.
"Tiffany," Johnny said, his eyes half-open, "tell us your story. Tell us how you came to be here�_"or how you came," he grinned with a short laugh, reaching up behind himself to the room's light control panel. The lights began to dim except for one that shone down on Tiffany and she squinted her eyes, unable to clearly make them out. "Come on, bitch, tell us!"
"Wh-where should I begin?" she asked in a small voice.
"Um, where it'd be of some interest to us," he said and she winced not so much at his words, but at seeing him press his hand over his prick to massage it. She would have eagerly taken it into her mouth, cunt, or ass, if allowed the opportunity.
"I... had a rather ordinary childhood," she said uncertainly, "with the usual crushes and some... some intimacy with my aunt, who's younger than me�_"just curious petting," she blushed.
"All right, you had an ordinary enough childhood," Alicia said, impatiently as she looked back over her shoulder and she stretched out facing Johnny while she and Nita slowly fingered one another's slits.
"I�_"I was a virgin when I got married and didn't... didn't really know much about what�_" what it was supposed to be like, or anything," she forced herself to confess as her cunt throbbed deeply with a steady beat. "He didn't either. He'd push it into me, come fast and go to sleep and... and that was as close to warmth or tenderness as I got with him." She paused, dampening her lips, her interrogators saying nothing, but the sounds of their breathing were audible. "We moved where we didn't know anyone, into an apartment and never seemed to go anywhere, or meet anybody. I was frustrated, guilt-ridden thinking it was my fault With nobody to talk with, I had to hold it all in since he wouldn't let me talk about sex."
"We get the picture," Nita said wearily as she watched Johnny's slow stroking of his thickening cock and she and Alicia warmed to one another's caresses.
"I wanted to be punished for whatever it was that I might have done wrong and began to have fantasies of being subjugated, punished, bound and... and I masturbated to my fantasies, which only made me feel guiltier�_"to the point where I began to deny myself things, to wear painfully tight underwear, to take baths in water that was too hot or too cold." She took a deep breath. "Then his sister came to stay over with us. They'd been separated since childhood because their parents were divorced and so he was nearly as much of a stranger to her as I was. She... she was kind and I eagerly sought to please her, to fulfill her wishes. We went sunbathing, I knelt to oil her back and my swimsuit was binding me and... and it was so much like my fantasies that... that I caressed her. She picked up my desires, and�_"and we made love, with my serving her and I was in ecstasy. But... my husband found us there."
"Ah, a little suspense enters our quaint tale," Johnny smiled while his cock hardened in his hand and he watched Alicia and Nita's fingers stroking each other's damp cunnies.
"He began to spank me with his belt and it was a dream come true. But... he lost control, balling his sister who'd had to make him stop spanking me. He�_"he'd been wanting things different all the time, but couldn't let go and he'd wanted her, but couldn't deal with it. Anyway, the realization of what had happened was too much for him to handle and he left. He had a lawyer set up a divorce with a generous, but unasked for settlement and alimony. I was suddenly alone and bewildered."
"Now, that's the beginning," Johnny nodded as his cock lifted from his body and Alicia murmured while Nita sighed. "Now, the middle," he told her.
"With Lisa's help, I moved to a rented beach house and she left me on my own to sort myself and my desires out. A few weeks later, I met this... boy, sensing somehow that he could satisfy my cravings. Anyway, I finally managed to talk with him about it and... and we made an agreement.
"I obey him and he can do whatever he pleases wherever he desires. In turn, he tends to my desires, causing me no real injury, nor asking that I harm anyone. And that's what we did, except... that Gil has a twin named Phil and they both became... one for me, embodiments of my desires, giving me pleasure as I gave them pleasure, taking my body and obedience as I took pleasure from their imaginations and bodies."
"Found the ambiguity in the relationship, huh? Very good," Nita nodded and she was barely able to keep her eyes open as he continued slowly stroking his big erection, kneading between his balls and root and her nook tremored hotly around Alicia's fingers.
"In the end, they sent me out on my own, saying I was risking getting too dependent on them, having gotten to the point where I could sometimes be the dominator, but only by their directions. They said that they'll get in touch when they think I'm ready," she said wistfully, missing the twins and their perceptive and satisfying imaginations and bodies.
"You were a virgin bride, right? How many've you had by this point?" Alicia asked as she twisted languidly from side to side while her clit pulsed to Nita's knowing touch and the sight of her husband's arousal increased her own.
"Including my ex-husband and sister-in-law... thirteen, no, twenty-six by the time the twins sent me away. Since, maybe... fifty," she said as she heard their sounds of pleasure.
"And?" Johnny murmured in what was nearly a groan. His cock pounded as he stroked it and he watched Nita roll over almost onto her stomach as Alicia's arm rubbed the center of her uppermost breast. They continued their slow caressing and Nita looked back at him as all three's passion steadily mounted toward their climax.
"I wandered about, meeting different people, some who understood my needs, some who didn't and were appalled and some who... who didn't really like women, who were like my ex had been when he lost control�_"they were out to hurt and take only, having no concern for me or my safety. Then, my aunt�_"the one I mentioned when we were girls?�_"was getting married and I met Jeff, her husband-to-be's employer. I had the same feelings about him that I'd had about the twins." She paused and her mouth was dry as she heard the three groaning. She squinted against the light to see his veined column jutting up from his hand, his face tight and his eyes slitted as he watched the women who were shaking with orgasmic rushes.
"I made the same basic agreement with him as with the twins, but I offered myself to him for seven days in return for my aunt's fiancA(c) getting a speedup in promotions. He agreed, but couldn't take a full week off. So, all-told, I had three-and-a-half days with him, getting together with my aunt and her husband, enjoying a variety of pleasures, and... ridding myself of my bitterness toward my ex. His sister had helped him come to grips with himself. We're finished, but there's no resentment now."
Alicia gurgled something unintelligible as she writhed with pleasure and Nita's ass thrust up as Alicia's fingers dabbed at her flashing clit. Johnny's heels dug into the bed, his spend pounding for release.
"Then, he gave me to Barbara, a friend of his, as a present for a day and she... gave me to you and Johnny for the rest of today for your wedding anniversary," she concluded as the women cried out with their orgasms and his cock began to spasm.
Alicia thrust her hips up against Nita's hand as hers shook in the woman's slit and both climaxed. Through squinted eyes, they saw him push drunkenly up onto his knees, swaying as he moved forward, between Nita's scissored legs. Tiffany's lips parted to speak, to drink, but she did neither because his cock was bucking in his hand. His face lifted, contorted with the ecstasy of his climatic seizure, his come erupting from the head of his spasming rod. He groaned as his spend arched through the air and it splattered over Nita's squirming ass cheeks. She cried out, another orgasm bursting as the hot fluids rained upon the rich globes of her ass.
A little moan of disappointment escaped Tiffany's lips as she saw the gushing end and Johnny dropping back to the bed, spent.
"Come here," he said a few minutes later, taking the leash in his hand and he tugged, drawing the chain taut between his hold and her leather collar. Tiffany staggered forward, keeping her legs close together in an effort not to now lose her hold on his come.
He drew her to one corner of the foot of the bed. Alicia stared up at Tiffany, seeing her upside down. Still between Nita's legs, he began to draw in the leash, moving Tiffany up against the bed and causing her to have to lean forward to her right, her face lowering toward Nita's fanny.
Her chin resting on her crossed forearms, Nita smiled from Tiffany's loins to Alicia, who lay next to her, Tiffany's cunny just above her head. Tiffany stared at his come clinging like melted mother-of-pearl upon the cocoa-brown opulence of Nita's ass cheeks, her face coming closer and closer.
"Caught a glimpse of you just before I came," Johnny smiled, "and thought maybe you wanted me t'come in your mouth instead of on Nita's tush. But it was too late t'stop, so... " he trailed off, his smile widening as his hand brushed the under arch of Nita's body, less than a foot of the slender chain between it and Tiffany's collar. "First, though, raise your left knee onto the bed beside Alicia's head," he directed, reaching back for a pillow to hand to his wife.
Lowering her eyes, Alicia smiled toward him, her hand extending to take the pillow, to slide it beneath her head. Tiffany obeyed, her knee sliding onto the bed next to the pillow. Her lips pulled against her teeth as she fought to keep her cunny shut as it moved over Alicia's face, almost touching her with the addition of the pillow.
He held her there for a moment, her weight on her right leg as she balanced above the two women and then he drew the leash in some more, his knuckles brushing the base of Nita's dewy furrow. Tiffany's mouth was against the dark globes painted with his pale juices, her nook right over Alicia's mouth as the woman tilted her head to bring her lips against the dampness of Tiffany's plume. There was a ringing in Tiffany's ears, her equilibrium tilting.
"All right, begin to lick up my come and slowly release my come from your snatch," he directed, his hand sliding the leash beneath Nita's loins and between the ripe pubes using his other hand to slide it out from above her hip, with the slender links pulling against her cleave and her clit. He slipped the looped remainder of the chain into Nita's hand, with the woman grinning back toward him.
Tiffany slid her long tongue out, pressing the point of its tapering length to the brown satin of Nita's flesh and she began to lick his milky jizm from the woman's buttocks. At the same time, she began to gradually loosen her vaginal muscles, feeling the same come that she was licking seep warmly from between her cunt lips, shifting within her hive. She closed her eyes, her breathing deepening as she sucked his flavor from between her tongue and palate.
Alicia stretched her mouth wide, her tongue lifting toward the opening plume of chestnut curlings and her husband's brew began to slip from the tongue-pink interior of Tiffany's mound, the furls of the soft lips revealed to Alicia's blue-gray eyes. Alicia murmured as a drop of his pearly come dripped onto her tongue.
Nita shifted her breasts against the bed, pressing the ripe pegs against the mahogany discs of her areolas, Tiffany's soft tongue flowing over her buttocks, skimming his spend from them. Nita's cat-shaped, ebony eyes watched the same spend drip from the snatch of the woman washing her buttocks with her tongue. She reached over and moved her hand over the closest of Alicia's big breasts, shifting the thick, pale pink nipple against the center of her palm. Alicia smiled, pressing her forward-curving chest up to increase the pressure over her tit and she slid her hand under Nita's raised chest to caress the near hardness of her firm breast.
Tiffany swallowed his come, one hand touching the bed to the side of Nita as dizziness swept through her, her cunt pulsing with arousal as she licked carefully, as she relaxed the tension of her cunt muscles, feeling his spunk seeping from her burning lips. The collar and leash kept her bent forward, her ass thrust back and up from the foot of the bed.
Rubbing her thumb over the loopings of the leash, Nita shifted closer to Alicia, pivoting off the hot ripeness of her high mound, the chain links shifting within her slit. Alicia's hand tightened around Nita's breast as the woman moved her defined lips up the side of her tit and Alicia flicked the tip of her tongue along Tiffany's furrow.
Tiffany's mouth widened at the sweep of the woman's tongue and her own pressed down against the lushness of Nita's ass, one cheek licked clean. Nita kissed the almost flesh-colored blush of Alicia's areola and pursed her lips to catch the peg of her nipple, tugging it to the side to lick and suck it. Alicia gurgled with pleasure, Johnny's spend splashing over her tongue to slide down its curved length, her nipple burning within Nita's supping lips.
Nita moved the leash to her left hand, her forearm in front of her tits and she slid her right hand down the contoured suppleness of Alicia's belly. The curve of the woman's body from shoulders to fanny was emphasized as she arched to the flow of the long-fingered hand. Nita spread her touch over Alicia's taut abdomen and slid her fingertips into the dusky gold curls of Alicia's muff.
Alicia's deepened breath fluttered up against the spread of Tiffany's lips as Nita pressed her fingers into the notch of Alicia's upper slit, searching out the node of her pulsing clit. Alicia stabbed her tongue up into Tiffany's dripping fissure as Nita pushed the soft furls of pink flesh away from her clit.
Nita freed Alicia's nipple, moving her mouth upwards as she touched her fingertips to the woman's pearl, bringing a gasp of pleasure. She raised her mouth toward Alicia's, stretching her tongue out to lick Johnny's spend from the woman's tongue. Alicia moved her hand down Nita's back to the base of her rib cage and then up with the flaring of the small of her back that flowed into the fanny Tiffany was licking clean.
Tiffany had licked both globes clean of Johnny's juices and now moved her tongue to the deep cleavage of the woman's nether cheeks where the remainder of his come had gathered. Nita hummed with pleasure as Tiffany began to skim the point of her tongue down along the lush valley and she pressed her own tongue along Alicia's, her fingers buffing Alicia's clit until it burned with a maddening throbbing.
Her nook almost totally relaxed now, Johnny's taste inudating her taste buds, Tiffany continued running her tongue up and down the wide shallow between Nita's cheeks, the leash slack at the base, taut at the top. Her right leg was tight from holding the position she was in and her clit palpitated steadily with vivid warmth, her tits aching.
Alicia raised her head, turning her face a bit toward Nita and they pressed the turnings of their tongues up into Tiffany's slit. Tiffany stiffened, a moan breaking from her throat as the two women's tongues lashed at her corolla, skating over her burning lips to lick his remaining jizm from her as they kissed.
Having stood and watched the three in their countless reflections in the wall and ceiling mirrors, Johnny moved behind Tiffany and he slid his hands over the fullness of her cradling hips, looking down between her thighs at the play of his wife and Nita's tongues. His big cock stood out hard from him and he moved the heels of his hands in over the rounded cushions of Tiffany's backside. She shifted with expectation, shaking from the weaving of the women's tongues in her cleave. He pressed his heels down into the uptilted ass cheeks and he pressed outward, drawing them apart to expose the carnation-pink bud of her anus.
Tiffany wanted to raise her head and look toward the mirrors so that she could see if he was truly going to slide his thick length into her ass and to see the play of the women's tongues in her fevered cunny. Yet, she continued to lick, moving all the way down to the base of Nita's juicy slit to capture the seepage of his spunk, the spunk the women were tasting from her snatch, that he would soon be hosing into her bowels if her hopes were answered.
Alicia and Nita turned their eyes upward, watching his head move between Tiffany's nether cheeks, the length of his trunk following. He nuzzled his knob into the pursing of her anus, opening the pastel-pink aperture. Tiffany pressed her widening mouth between Nita's opulent ass cheeks as she groaned with pleasure. Her fingers clawed at the sheets as he began to work his big column up into her rectum, glutting her with his stiff bulk.
Leaning forward onto the balls of his feet, Johnny continued to move his throbbing length into the tight embrasure of her body. The tightening and loosening of her sphincter muscles sent waves of iridescent heat up through his rod to spin out through his entire body.
Alicia reached up from behind her head and she circled his heavy sac in her fingers, her and Nita's lips moving closer to Tiffany's sweltering box, her juices coating their tongues now. Alicia murmured into their kiss, Nita's fingers swirling in around her clit as the heel of her hand rubbed down at the top of her fleecy triangle.
Nita murmured against Tiffany's cleave, her tongue spinning with Alicia's in the broiling pudding of the woman's sex. She shifted her hips, rubbing her clit against the leash that she held taut, bucking her fanny up against Tiffany's face, feeling as if Johnny was entering her. Tiffany's tits pressed against the small of her back, creamy flesh twisting against cocoa as the woman sought to rub the burning from her shell-pink nipples. Tiffany moaned, tidal raptures surging through her depths, heat billowing through her bowels as his thick length churned within her rectum, his hips twisting against her twitching fanny. The women's tongues sluiced in and out of her pulsing cleft, thrusting up against the membrane separating them from his cock to lick at his dorsal vein through her. She pressed her face down, Nita's satiny buttocks stroking her cheeks and she licked down into the base of the woman's dewy slit, licking at the slender links pulling through it between her collar and Nita's hand. Her chin and mouth gleaming with Nita's nectar, Tiffany shook with orgasms, groaning deeply into the woman's underbelly as she twisted the swollen teardrops of her breasts against Nita's undulating back.
Tightening his hold on Tiffany's hips, he thrust his throbbing tool within her, twisting from side to side, Alicia's fingers stroking his root while the heel of her hands jostled his balls. He could feel her tongue and Nita's stroking the underside of his shaft through the stretched membrane of Tiffany's body. His head lolled from side to side, waves of exquisite heat rolling through him and he saw mirror-image after mirror-image of their four linked bodies, Tiffany's burrowing face flushed with excitement, Alicia's cunt bucking around Nita's fingers, Nita's mouth stretched alongside Alicia's as Tiffany and the leash filled her with searing orgasms.
Then he was beginning to come, his back arching forward, his muscles tightening as electric flashes rushed through him, Tiffany's ass pumping at his prod, Alicia's fingers urging the come from his balls. He groaned, the blood pounding in his head, his mind spinning with rapturous joys.
Alicia cried out into Tiffany's spasming nook and into Nita's mouth as she came, Nita's fingers polishing her clit to an iridescent pearl of energy radiating overwhelming palpitations of heat throughout her body, thrusting her over into the saturating embrace of her climax.
Nita thrust her hips against the bed, spasming around the chain's stroking of her clit, squirming her fanny against Tiffany's face, her slit clutching around the woman's spiraling tongue. She groaned into Tiffany's cunt, her fingers crimping another surge from Alicia's clit.
His cock bucking in her ass, Tiffany shook with orgasms, each jamming thrust of his big prick quickening the surges of arousal. The women's mouths writhed together in her cunt, deepening the pulsings of heat, brushing against the searing length of her clit. She twisted her tits over the small of Nita's back, gasping into the woman's body. Her face was contorted with the ragings of her senses, her flesh burning, her depths tightening and loosening, faster and faster, her bowels throbbing hotly with expectation as his cock began to jerk, his come erupting. He cried out with a ragged groan from deep in his chest, his bowed body shaking as he came, his tool pistoning up within the clutching fever of her ass.
Tiffany's arms pulled in, her fists bunching in the sheets, her body shoved back, her ass cheeks twisting against his loins as his cock blasted his thick juices up through her rectum, glutting her bowels with torrid flashings, her cunny convulsing around the women's mouths. Her flesh buzzed with electric static, her depths clutching and she came intensely, screaming without any air left in her lungs, convulsing with consuming ecstasies. The cock and tongues whirled her higher and higher, ass and cunt no longer separated, nor mind and body, light flashing behind her screwed-shut eyelids, within her mind, her senses blurred. She tensed, her body vibrating as she held at the peak, everything melting, swirling prismatically and her hands opened, her head thrust up and she went limp, shaking with her culmination, dazed. She murmured with satisfaction.
They slid her body further onto the bed, to the side and he dropped down with the three women, all four of them gasping, blurred grins of bliss on their faces.
The mirrors multiplied their images of satisfaction and Barbara Kent smiled from the bedroom doorway, the woman who had presented Tiffany to Johnny and Alicia as an anniversary present. She moved slowly toward the bed, wearing only a pair of faded, bell-bottomed denim pants.
CHAPTER TWO
"Has the present proven satisfactory?" Barbara asked with a smile, glancing over the four obviously satisfied expressions and bodies.
"Um... I guess you could say that," Johnny nodded slowly, looking over at Tiffany as she expectantly awaited their appraisals.
"Isn't my anniversary of anything special," Nita smiled up at Barbara, "so, how come I got t'stay when you split?"
"You're my house guest, love," Barbara smiled, touching her long, tapering fingers to the black-velvet sheen of Nita's hair. "Besides, you and our couple'd never been together before."
"You going to join the party now?" Alicia asked, shifting around on the bed to lay her head back upon Tiffany's left breast, pillowing her head with its pliant firmness.
"It's your party," Barbara grinned, the soft furls of her lips curling, the light gap between their centers widening from her pearly teeth.
Tiffany watched Johnny and Nita raise up to unfasten the woman's jeans. The house they were in was hers. The denim opened from the full cradle of her long hips, revealing the perfect curve of her firm stomach from just below her breasts that seemed to merge with her abdomen and then her plump, auburn-furred cunny. The impression was that she was, perhaps, four months pregnant, though she was not.
"We've a few hours left with you," Barbara said to Tiffany without looking toward her. "Seems we should make the best use of... them," she trailed off with a chuckle as they slid the pants down her supple thighs and off her shapely, very long legs.
"You should be able to come up with something there," Johnny laughed, lying back to rest his head against Tiffany's full mound. "You get off on being spanked yourself," he added and Tiffany looked toward the woman with curiosity, to the best of her knowledge having only once before met someone whose desires seemed at all similar to her own.
"It's simply that I find spanking an uncomplicated way to avoid getting bogged-down with guilt," Barbara shrugged, the fullness of her out-thrusting breasts quivering, each a creamier gold than the rest of her lightly-tanned body, excepting her loins and her luxuriant fanny. "I'm like a child who's misbehaved and is punished without brutality, but with loving concern," she added, raising one knee to rest on the edge of the bed.
"The difference is that you get your rocks off to it," Alicia laughed, reaching out to caress Barbara's thigh. "Maybe you two could spank each other," Alicia suggested with a sly smile, the tip of her tongue touching the corner of her mouth and Tiffany inhaled sharply at the woman's words, excited by the prospect of the woman with her regal bearing spanking her and at being commanded to spank Barbara, never having thought of mutual spanking.
"Sure, look at her tush," Johnny said, raising up with Alicia so that they could roll Tiffany over onto her stomach, the uptilted roundness of her ass cheeks presented to their eyes as Tiffany breathed against the sheets, swallowing hard as she waited for Barbara to make some reply.
"Might be interesting," Barbara mused, reaching out to grab one of Tiffany's buttocks, squeezing it to judge its merits on fullness and pliancy. Tiffany's lips opened against the bedding, her body warming at the squeeze of the woman's graceful hand. "Just might," Barbara nodded and pinched the inner base of one cheek, Tiffany gasping with surprise. "But how would we position ourselves?" Barbara asked, raising her hand to run it through the big, soft waves of her light auburn hair, highlights of cinnamon and gold gleaming from the feathery cloud that tapered to cover the nape of her long, gracefully arched neck.
"Good question," Johnny nodded and Tiffany bit at the pout of her lower hp, waiting for them to call on her to speak.
"I've got it," Nita beamed. 'Tut her on her hands and knees on the floor," she said and she took Tiffany's leash to pull it taut as she stepped from the bed. Tiffany scrambled up, her collar pulling at her neck and she dropped to the floor, following Nita to the center of the room. "Now, Barbara, you do the same, but facing in the other direction, she directed and Barbara did so, a foot between her and Tiffany.
"What do you want to use?" Johnny asked as he and Alicia stepped from the bed.
"There's a closet to your right," Barbara said and he moved the mirrored door out, with a number of belts hanging from the inside of it. "The short, looped ones, I think" she said and he slipped them from their hooks, closing the door before crossing to her and Tiffany.
Nita handed the leash strap to Barbara, Johnny handing her and Tiffany the short, black leather straps, the leather looped and bolted above hand grips. Tiffany stared blankly at the one she held.
"Come on, bitch!" Barbara said and she swung out to her side, the belt snapping against the lifted thrust of Tiffany's fanny.
Tiffany gasped, her cheeks stinging. She was hesitant to do the same to the woman, but Barbara struck again, urging her on, the loud smack of the leather filling her ears. She felt Barbara jerk upon the leash and she swung out, bringing the belt down across the plush ovals of Barbara's nether cheeks, her close-cropped auburn fur showing beneath.
"Harder!" Barbara demanded of her, bringing the loop over Tiffany's flanks to show what she meant and Tiffany imitated her, their asses becoming pink.
Nita, Alicia and Johnny stood watching. Barbara's back was curved between her shoulders and fanny, its supple contours accented as it narrowed down and in to its dimpled small which swept out into her deep-cleaved backside. Her breasts were suspended below her as she rested on the straightened arm holding the leash, her other arm swinging back and forth as she brought the belt across Tiffany's ass. Tiffany's slender torso tightened with the stinging heat of the spanking that moved into her depths, her cunny pulsing, her rectum quivering with the tightenings of her anus.
Tiffany's eyes were glazed, her shoulder aching as she continued to swing the looped strap, timing her blows so that it was as if she were spanking herself, each contact with Barbara's rear corresponding with the flashes of electric warmth that went through her own, vibrating through her. Seeing herself and the woman reflected in the room's mirrors, she was entranced. In the not-too-distant past she would not have been able to even imagine herself spanking Barbara or anyone else, even by way of obedience. Still, was she really spanking the woman, or submitting to a direction in order to garner the reward of being spanked by Barbara's knowing hand? She closed her eyes for a moment, an orgasm blossoming through her depths.
With the two women clutching the carpet with their free hands, their knees twisting into it, Nita and the Cranstons whispered amongst themselves and agreed on something. The looped straps were snapping loudly against their pink ass cheeks, so neither Tiffany nor Barbara was aware of their opening the cabinet built into the bedside table.
A few moments later, Barbara's face lifted high, her eyes opening as she cried out, coming to the sudden insertion of a dildo into her damp nook, with Alicia reaching under her belly to move it up into her. Barbara swayed, feeling Alicia fastening the elasticized straps around her hips and loins, half of the two-headed shaft filling her depths. She groaned, her teeth clenching as her snatch clutched at the thick length of the phallus, her arm growing heavy as she continued spanking Tiffany.
Johnny stood to the side with a smile as he observed Barbara's reactions and he looked at Tiffany as Nita slid an identical phallus up into her juicy slit, the woman's fanny squirming even more as she felt the sculpted prod slide up into her, brushing the pulsing of her clit. Like Alicia, Nita was careful to time her movements so as not to get in the way of their spanking and she removed the dildo suddenly from Tiffany's nook, the woman's breath catching as she felt it sliding out of her, leaving her.
Tiffany saw Johnny smiling, his big cock erect and she saw her pinkened ass cheeks in the mirrors, along with Nita's hands guiding the now gleaming phallus between those cheeks, pressing the bulbed head lubricated with her own juices into her anus. She moaned, forcing herself to relax as she felt the long column moving up into her rectum, filling her. Barbara's belt stung below the projection of the other half of the two-headed rod. Tiffany's head spun, clearing suddenly as a third dildo was brought forth to be thrust up into the tongue-pink cleave of her mound.
She groaned slowly as her cunny was again filled, the shafts pressing through the membrane between nook and ass, rubbing together as her anal and vaginal muscles tightened and loosened. Her arm felt weighted as she strove to lift and swing it, the contractions of pleasure filling her underbelly making it difficult to concentrate.
The strap dropped from Barbara's hand as it opened stiffly, her face lifted as a quaking orgasm tremored. Tiffany forced her arm back and out, straining to swing her strap, her shoulder aching, her belly undulating with the orgasms that sought to overwhelm her. Her eyes screwed shut, her face flushed, she swung the strap and it smacked across the lush ovals of Barbara's ass cheeks, grazing their bases. Barbara cried out, her orgasm set off, and the strap dropped from Tiffany's hand as she too came, her hips twisting around the two shafts glutting her depths with roiling heat.
The two women grabbed at the carpeting, swaying, their fannies thrusting back high as they came. Barbara sat back toward her calves, clutching her knees, stroking the insides of her thighs with the projecting end of the dildo, her arms tight against her sides as she shook with rapturous waves of release. Tiffany's arms went out from under her and she pressed her chin and forearms to the pile of the carpet, twisting her nipples against its chafe as she came again, her ass thrusting up behind her, her knees turning in the carpet as her snatch and rectum spasmed around the dildoes. Her eyebrows lifted, her face was dazed and she saw his cock through her squinted eyes, staring at its huge thrust as she gasped for air, seeing it as each of the phalluses within her. She murmured with pleasure, going limp.
He smiled as she remained on her knees, her hands to either side of her chin that rested on the floor, the two-headed dildo jutting up from her fanny. He turned to watch Alicia stretch out along the foot of the bed and he picked up Tiffany's leash as Nita caressed Barbara, kissing the woman's damp temples as she helped her sit up. Tiffany looked at Barbara embracing Nita as she gradually regained her energies and she pushed herself up as her collar pulled at her neck, the leash taut. Swaying, she stood, the shafts shifting within her depths, each movement of her legs sending waves of warmth rippling through her.
He slid onto the bed, resting his head and shoulders against the pillows toward the head of it, drawing the leash over the reclining Alicia, his feet at her side as he raised his knees. Tiffany stared from his spread thighs and the towering spire of his erection, down to Alicia's fleecy mound, the loins of the couple aligned before her. He began to pull the leash in, looping it around his strong hand, Tiffany having no choice but to approach them as the collar pulled her forward.
Her thighs met the end of the bed and he continued reeling in the chain, causing her to lean forward, her head moving toward the jutting spar of his sex as he slid down a bit on the bed, the dildo thrusting from her cunny angling down toward the muted pink of Alicia's parted slit. Tiffany's feet slid back from the bed and Alicia's hand guided the sculpted column into her cleave, her grip thrusting the other end to one side within Tiffany's broiling nook.
The tops of Tiffany's thighs pressed against Alicia's hip, the movement of the dildo up into the blonde's cunt causing Tiffany to angle her own hips down toward the tops of Alicia's thighs. Her toes curled beneath her feet as they slid further back, her legs tightened as he continued drawing her face toward his big cock, the dimpled small of her back accented with the stress of her posture.
Alicia murmured with pleasure as she shifted her hips beneath Tiffany's, the phallus rubbing up beneath her clit as it filled her cunny. Tiffany's shoulders tightened as the woman's movements churned the other end of the dildo within her, her fanny bobbing up as her legs spread back from the bed. Her lips touched the plump bulb of his cock-head and he tightened his grip on the leash, his eyes lidding as she sucked it into the softness of her pursed lips, the point of her tongue skimming over its velvet-soft texture.
Tiffany began to sink her mouth down around his thick column, swirling her tongue around his head as she sucked it up against the roof of her mouth. Her breathing was deepening, her ass tightening around the second dildo as she thrust her cunny against Alicia's, turning the first dildo's other end within the broiling oven of Alicia's underbelly. His chest rose and fell with his deepened breathing, his eyes lidding as Tiffany began to move her mouth down his throbbing tool, her tongue stroking his dorsal vein. She moved her hands over the in-sides of his thighs, towards his heavy balls. His head was pressed back into the pillows, his flesh hot with arousal from her mouthings and fondlings and he clenched her leash tightly.
Her head cleared, Barbara stepped between Tiffany's spread legs and she ran her hands over the creamy globes of her fanny, circling the jutting pillar of the dildo's protruding end. Tiffany gasped around his swollen cock as Barbara gripped the dildo, angling it back toward her, the other end pressing high within Tiffany's rectum. Barbara's long legs stretched as she arched her loins toward the phallus she held, slipping it into the auburn-furred blossom of her cunny. Nita smiled sensuously at the sight, now wearing the dildo that Barbara had worn, the half of the shaft that had been within Barbara now extending from the jet coils of Nita's muff.
Tiffany thrust her head down his full length, taking his prod into her throat as she felt Barbara mount the shaft sunk within her ass, the two women thrusting and turning within her through the double-headed dildoes strapped around her hips and loins. He groaned, his bone bobbing in her throat, her breath flowing over his knob and upper shaft as her mouth sucked tightly around his lower shaft, her lips nuzzling the base while her tongue kneaded its underside. Her palms rolled his come-swollen balls, her joined fingertips stroking his root through his scrotum.
Barbara's gently cleft chin jutted forward as her mouth widened, her head tilting back with the electric flurries of excitement flashing through her as Tiffany thrust her fanny up against her loins, working the dildo within Barbara's plump cunt. Then, Barbara's eyes snapped open, feeling Nita press her lush body to the back of hers, the phallus lubricated with her own juices pressing between the plush domes of her ass. She thrust against Tiffany as Nita's prod sluiced up into her rectum, stroking against Tiffany's through the membrane separating it from her hive.
Nita grinned with pleasure as Barbara's ass caressed her loins, pumping the dildo back within Nita's swarming cleave, bobbing the shaft within her channel. She reached around Barbara, encasing her full breasts in her hands as she embraced the woman, rubbing the puckered points of her pegged nipples over Barbara's back, twisting her heavy breasts against her. Barbara groaned with pleasure, pinioned between the workings of the shafts and she tightened her hands around Tiffany's ass cheeks as she slid up and down the column projecting from between the lush pillows.
His feet pressing against Alicia's side just above and below her hips, Johnny twisted his heels into the bedding, his cock pounding with volcanic ragings of heat, Tiffany's mouth sucking as she moved her head up and down his length, his cockhead moving in and out of her throat as she continued kneading his root between her rolling of his nuts.
Alicia stretched and undulated beneath Tiffany, her depths vibrating from the rocking thrusts of the dildo. Barbara reached out with one hand and squeezed the ripe globes of Alicia's tits as the woman's body arched up, her shoulders pressing back against the bed as orgasms showered through her, her furrow spasming around the phallus. Tiffany groaned from deep in her chest, the quakings of Alicia's body sending soundings up through her snatch as her half of the phallus twisted within her and she glowed with pride at having acted as the avenue of the woman's raptures. Barbara rolled her hips against Tiffany's fanny, churning the other dildo within her rectum and her bowels were flowering with lavalike surges, her clit pulsing maddeningly against the top of the vaginal dildo. She sucked harder upon his tool, turning her head from side to side as she pulled and thrust along his long trunk. Barbara's hand clutched her fanny tighter, her spread fingers indenting the rounded fullness of one cheek, pulling it out to the side from the thrusting column stretching the carnation-pink aperture of her anus.
Nita arched her body forward against Barbara's, her hips bucking against the woman's fanny as her cleave broiled around the dildo she was swirling within Barbara's ass, her hands pulling the lush projections of Barbara's tits back against her chest, her palms twisting the rounded uptiltings of the pink nipples back against Barbara's plump areolas. Nita moaned softly, her throat constricting and she was coming to the thrusts of the dildo.
Tiffany felt Nita's spasms through the linkage of Barbara's body, one immensely long phallus seeming to run through her, Barbara and Alicia, imbedded in Nita's cunt and her mouth. She stroked his root between her joined fingertips, jostling his balls between her curved palms, her tongue lapping at his dorsal vein as she tightened and loosened her mouth around him, her head rising and falling.
Barbara cried out, leaning back against the trembling Nita as she rose up onto the balls of her feet, her slit wetly clutching around the dildo she rode, moving its other end within the roil of Tiffany's ass. Tiffany gasped around his throbbing rod, her hips vibrating down against Alicia and the woman groaned deeply, twisting from the hips as she came again, thrusting the dildo back up within Tiffany's pulsing pussy. Tiffany moaned, the two prods racing within her depths, each cry and movement of pleasure from the women accelerating her own pleasure, the contractions of her underbelly deepening and coming faster.
Barbara's and Nita's legs were buckling, Nita gripping Barbara for support while she gripped Tiffany. The dildoes provided additional support which also sent their quakings through the prod glutting Tiffany's rectum and through her recesses. Tiffany twisted the burning of her shell-pink nipples against the sheets, her mind spinning, her body convulsing with the racing tempo of her orgasm-seized depths.
He squeezed the leash in the fist of his one hand, his free hand curling in the soft waves of her hair, the throbbing of his cock becoming a staccato drumming, his fevered flesh buzzing with static electricity. His come was starting to break free of his balls, the blood was pounding in his ears.
His prick began to spasm in her mouth and throat and Tiffany held her breath, sucking hard on his full length, her fingers urging his juices from his nuts. He shook beneath her, his hands tightening. Her hips bucked between Alicia's and Barbara's, thrusting the dildoes back and forth between their cunnies, her rectum and snatch clutching wildly at the ends of the prods buried within her. His groan filled her hearing, the three women's moans sounding like a chorus.
His cock jerked in her suckling hold, his come breaking loose, surging through him. He shook against her, pushing up from his heels and shoulders, his hips lifting from the bed as his spend blasted into her throat and mouth. She shook with ecstasy, drinking deeply of his frothing juices, coming around the prods filling her depths, her heart pounding. The implosions and explosions merged within her, his come hosing down her throat and then over the insides of her mouth as she pulled her head up. Alicia cried out, Barbara groaning as Tiffany's comings whipped the dildoes within their frenzied underbellies.
Barbara's climax rolled her hips, her fanny writhing against Nita's spasming loins, the dildo pistoning back and forth from between the press of slit and ass. Nita clutched Barbara tightly, her face lifting as her climax wrenched free of the turmoil of her senses. His body tensed, bowed up from the bed as he reached the apex of his orgasm, his cock jetting his jizm into Tiffany's opening mouth, the whirling pumping of the dildoes fusing her cunt and ass to the blazing rage of her clit.
His come's cascading lessened as it poured into her gulping mouth, he went limp. Nita and Barbara stumbled back from her as she reached the zenith of her release, her body overflowing with exquisite raptures that seized control and her loins jumped and rolled upon Alicia's, the possessed spasmings moving the dildo with them. The woman cried out again, clutching the bed as orgasms began to flash through her anew, rising faster and deeper than before. She shook beneath Tiffany's climaxing body, extending her ecstasies as her own rose.
Nita and Barbara sank back to the floor in one another's arms dazed with joy, Johnny collapsing on the bed, his lungs heaving. Alicia's body went slack with carnal fatigue and Tiffany fell draped over her hips, twitching with the tapering-off of her delicious seizures of carnal ecstasy. Their murmurs of satiation blended.
After some time had passed, Tiffany gradually became aware of the sound of running water and Barbara reminded her that Jeff would soon be reclaiming her, sending a surge of warm expectation and cold apprehension through Tiffany.
Alicia pushed her up and off her, the dildo coming free with a wet popping sound and she was directed to follow them into the large bathroom, watching them enter a sunken tub that was almost a pool.
"If you can bathe us quickly, as well as thoroughly, you may be able to clean yourself up in time for your departure," Barbara smiled up at her and she returned to kissing Alicia.
"We'll let you know when you've been thorough," Johnny added when she slipped into the calf-high water and he returned his mouth to Nita's tits as the woman caressed his stomach.
Tiffany bathed each of them with soaped, caressing hands, bringing all four to orgasm, all the while worrying that they would keep her too long, but unable to say anything since Jeff had directed her to react to their directions as if they were his own. Finally, they allowed her to bathe herself as they watched and she dried each of them before herself.
"Time for your travel togs now," Barbara told her as they returned to the bedroom and she opened the concealed closet again to point out what she was to wear. "It'll be sort of like a reverse striptease," Barbara smiled as she joined the others on the bed, lying on one side of Johnny, Nita between him and Alicia.
Tiffany began to don the wear selected for her, as the four caressed one another while they lay propped against pillows to watch.
She pulled on a pair of form-fitting black leather boots that reached a third of the way up her thighs, the heels high. Next, she drew a pair of matching gloves on that reached to her upper arms, curving up to join a wide collar, leaving her shoulders bare, the leather tapering toward the collar, which was circled with large silver studs. She fastened the collar in the back and put on a bikinilike top, the metal rings of the cups covered with black leather, pressing in to contain the bases of her teardrop breasts, squeezing them toward the cut-out, metal-ringed peaks of the cups so that the gentle rises of her nearly invisible areolas and the cupped nubs of her shell-pink nipples were pressed out. The cups were joined by small silver rings to a larger center ring, thin leather straps extending from the sides to buckle between her shoulder blades. Two lengths of slender-linked chain hung from the base of each cup, just to the outside of their centers.
Their hands languidly caressing and stroking one another's laps, the four watched with fascination as Tiffany dressed. The mirrored walls and ceiling gave them a complete view and reminded her that they were watching her put on the binding garments that exposed rather than concealed, making her nipples look very naked as they jutted from the centers of the leather bra cups.
The last part of her wardrobe was of leather shaped much like a Roman ten, but without the bottom horizontal and with a long length of the slender chain hanging from one end of the top bar. She buckled the top horizontal just to the side of the center of her back above the cleft of her ass, the belt curving down along the base of her back, beneath the base of her belly in front, tight above her hips.
She reached behind her and drew the closed-topped X back between her thighs, the front V pulling in to either side of her plump mound while the slender lengths in the rear curved up around the bases and sides of her ass cheeks to firmly snap toward the back of each hip. The chain hanging down within the valley of her buttocks, she leaned down to reach between her thighs and draw it forward through the silver ring connected to the apex of the X of the loin belt and which hung under the light separation between her slit and anal cleavage.
Tiffany straightened, her legs' shapeliness accented by the high-heeled boots and she pulled the chain all the way through, taking up all the slack in the back, the links pulling in between her nether cheeks until it pressed against her anus. Via the mirrors, they then noticed that the link that fitted precisely over the pink bud of her anus was larger, large enough to allow a thick cock to slide through.
She threaded the chain through a ring in the belt at the center of her firm belly's soft curve into her abdomen and spread her feet wider to pull it taut between her rich pubes. The wispy curlings of her plume framed the tongue-pink of her nook with the silver links half-concealed within the damp softness, a ring like that over her anus framing her nook. She raised the chain over the deep socket of her navel's raised furl, along the light indentation rising up the center of her upper stomach and slid it through the center ring of her top continuing up to her collar where yet another ring waited for her to repeat the process, the chain then allowed to drape down to curl on the floor between her feet.
Tiffany heard the doorbell sound downstairs and Barbara reached over to the bedside table to push a button that turned on an intercom. As she raised the chains hanging from the base of the leather bra, Tiffany heard Jeff's chauffeur ask if they were ready for him to come and fetch her. Barbara said yes and pressed a button that unlocked the front door, her eyes remaining on Tiffany, none of the four truly wanting to have her depart yet, but keeping their feelings from her.
Tiffany raised the chains up across the centers of her breasts, the links just fitting around the ringlike rises of her nipples and she snapped the ends to one of the wider links of the chain stretched along the center of her body, just below the ring hanging from the middle of her collar. Up from her thumbs, there was a small clasp on the forearm of each glove and she fastened the one on her left glove to a small ring just in front of the buckle at the hip of her loin belt, thereby binding her arm along her side.
"Would you please fasten my other glove?" she asked in a small voice, turning toward Barbara and the woman nodded for her to approach.
Barbara stared up at her from the bed for a moment and then fastened the right glove to the right side of the belt, both of Tiffany's arms now held by the outfit she had otherwise put on herself. There was a light knock at the door, the chauffeur had arrived for her.
"Thank you," Tiffany said softly, her warm golden eyes moving to each of their faces and revealing her appreciation of the pleasures they had shared with her, along with her thanks for their honoring the terms of her agreement with Jeff.
"Wait," Barbara said, catching her gloved arm as she started to turn toward the door. "When your week is up, if you should ever be... inclined, I'd like to see if we couldn't work out some sort of agreement between us" she said, staring into Tiffany's eyes and Tiffany's large, almond-shaped eyes grew damp as she nodded. "Come in," the woman called toward the door and it opened.
Tiffany felt the leash being lifted from the floor for a leather loop to be fastened to the end of it and it was going taut between the man's hand and her collar. It pulled the bra chains tight across the centers of her tits, drawing her tits higher and her nipples. It pressed along her belly and up between her ass cheeks and her cunny, her clit extending through one of the links. Her eyes closed for a second with a fluttering orgasm and she moved toward the door, following the man who held the leash, toward Jeff waiting for her.
CHAPTER THREE
Barbara's house overlooked the sea and Tiffany heard the rumble of the surf as they went outside. She opened the rear door of the black Rolls and the chauffeur tossed the end of the leash in before her. Surprised not to see Jeff, she stepped inside. The passenger area was separated from the front seat by a darkly tinted glass panel. The car windows were also tinted and she could see nothing outside. The driver's door closed and they drove off. The grained leather of the seat was cool against the nakedness of her thighs, ass and most of her back. The engine of the Rolls hummed.
After a long drive, the door was opened and the chauffeur's leather-gloved hand stretched in for her to give him the leash. She stepped out quickly before the slack in the slender chain could be taken up and she followed him along the side of a private twin-engine jet. They were on the runway of a small airfield.
The flight crew smiled at her near-nakedness and the hold of her leathers and chains. The chauffeur looped the leash till it reached down level with her hands and he slipped it into her right hand, motioning for her to he down on the conveyor belt moving supplies up through the rear door of the jet's dark fuselage. The rubber belt warm against her, she felt herself begin to rise as the man at the controls turned it back on. She rose up from the men and strong hands pulled her off as she went into the plane.
She expected to find that it was Jeff, but was again disappointed, the crew member pushing her aside as he continued with his work of taking aboard supplies. The plane was otherwise empty and she moved uncertainly down the aisle, glancing from side to side to make sure no one was seated out of her fine of vision.
Unsure as to what to do, she stood waiting for directions, hoping for Jeff to either come aboard, or come from the pilot's cabin. Finally, the crew member finished with his work, the conveyor belt was removed, he left and the doors were secured. Looking out the windows, she saw that the Rolls and the other men had departed. The engines began to come on with a high whine and the Fasten Seat Belts�_"No Smoking signs lit up. She sat down toward the front of the aisle and fastened her seat belt tightly around her waist. The engines began to pick up power and the jet began to taxi for takeoff, the plane vibrating as they lifted into the night sky. The signs went off, but she left her seat belt fastened.
"You may sleep if you wish," she heard Jeff's resonant voice say over the intercom after some time had passed. "We have a long flight ahead. There is food in the galley ready for you to eat," he said, the soft huskiness of his voice caressing her. "Upon reaching our destination, you will accept whatever happens as reality. No matter what happens, or how tempted you are to search for some rational, some logical explanation, you will accept the reality presented to you," he said firmly and she nodded unconsciously in agreement. "You may think of this jet as moving through time rather than space if that should help, moving back through the years rather over miles of land and water," his voice told her without any further explanation.
"Now, eat," he said after a moment and the intercom shut off.
She sat in confusion for a minute, wondering if he was in the cockpit, or if she had been listening to a recording. Unbuckling her seat belt, she walked back to the galley to get the food tray awaiting her.
He had displayed such imagination in the carnal adventures he had devised for her previously that she found herself having a difficult time eating, her stomach knotting with suspense.
Slowly, Tiffany awoke and she tried to place the sounds she heard, no longer hearing the hum of the jet's engines. She was rocking from side to side and she was dressed differently.
She sat up, realizing that there must have been something in the food to put her to sleep since she had been totally unaware of being undressed, redressed and removed from the plane. She was wearing a full-length dress of the style worn during the Victorian Era, the sleeves extending to her wrists, a brooch at the high, ruffled collar. Her hair was up and she found that she was also garbed in the underwear and lace-up shoes of the period.
It was still nighttime, but she did not know if it was the same night or not. She was seated in a horse-drawn coach that was moving along a country road. The night air was chill and she hugged a shawl that was around her shoulders tighter. Outside, trees were thinning out, the ground becoming barren and rocky. She braced herself in one corner of the coach, the road growing rougher.
The coach's swaying increased as it began to move higher, the drop beside the road becoming steep until Tiffany could discern only darkness and swirls of mist below. She wondered where they could be and who was at the reins.
Great clouds slid across the road, blurring the glow of the crescent moon above. Gradually, the course seemed to level off and she heard a whip crack, a strange voice urging the horses on. Adjusting to the thinner air, she held onto the edge of the seat with one hand. Outside, rocks piled in strange patterns marked the roadside.
Then, there was the startling sight of a castle looming ahead and the beginnings of some sort of shrubbery alongside the grounds. Staring incredulously, she realized that they were huge rosebushes rising, perhaps, nine feet, neatly ordered to fence in the property surrounding the castle. Yet, it was not so much the sight of the castle against the backdrop of unfamiliar mountains, nor the huge rosebushes growing at such an altitude that startled her, but rather the fact that the roses were in full bloom during the dead of night.
The reins were pulled in, the team coming to a halt and she heard the brakes scrape against the wheels. She started as the driver leaned down to look in at her. The man's head was shaved.
"Best you get out here, Miss Tiffany. You just walk up, else you'll have to ride 'round the long way to the stables with me, an' come in the back way. Hardly fitting," he added and she slowly nodded.
The lathered horses steamed, moonlight gleaming from their flanks, the click of their hooves on rocks the only sound besides the whistling of the mountain winds and the creak of the coach as she got out. The driver was, she guessed, between two-and-a-half and three feet tall and dressed in a coachman's livery of the same period she was attired for.
"I�_(tm)ll have your baggage up tour room quicken�_(tm) y�_(tm)can blink," he grinned and was urging the horse on once again.
The coach disappeared over a rise and there was an occasional echo for a few moments as the winds shifted. Tiffany looked about the desolate road, holding her shawl about her and slowly turned to move toward the opening in the high hedge.
She had expected to find a straight approach to the castle once through the entrance way. Instead, she found herself in a passageway formed by the rosebushes, roofed high above her head by the moonlit sky. She felt uneasy, but started forward, almost at once coming to the end of the path which turned to both sides. Which to take? Either, of course, was her reply and she turned right. Again, after a few hundred feet she was faced with another choice after a turn.
Then, she found herself at a dead end and realized that she was within a maze. A bit afraid, she turned, catching her shawl on thorns. She started to tug, whirling away free of it, relieved to find that no living creature had grabbed hold of her. Smiling weakly at her fear, she reached out to retrieve the shawl when, suddenly, a harsh shriek broke the silence. Her breath caught.
She jerked her eyes upward to see a flash of darkness against the sky, a shimmer of talons, and�_"she turned, her arms going up to protect her face and the falcon's claws shredded the bodice of her gown. Blinking, she shifted her arms to see where the bird had gone. Her dress and chemise hung open from the cameo to the top of her stomach, revealing her camisole's top and her tight corset.
As she realized that she was trembling with fear, her knees weak, there was another shriek and the same flash against the crimson blossoms. She began to raise her arms again, but something then fastened tightly around her ankle like a sprung trap.
Her reactions confused, her arms went out to balance herself. The falcon's talons neatly cut through both corset and camisole without touching her flesh. She looked down, seeing a hand extended from beneath the dark shadows of the rose hedge to grip her ankle, mud matting hair to the hand's green flesh. Tiffany gasped, not having time enough to consider Jeff's order to accept whatever might occur as reality, accepting it as such without thought.
Trying to keep her balance, having nothing but thorny bushes to reach out for, she struggled against the firm grip that sought to pull her beneath the hedge. Held closed by her cameo, the collar kept her dress and torn underclothing up, the fabrics whipped loosely against her, the moonlight shimmering on her perspiration-dampened flesh, the exposed insides of her breasts quivering. Panic tinged her face as she vainly sought to free herself of the hand. Then there was the bird's high, piercing screech again and the cutting of the air by its dive.
Her hands went up before her face, her elbows pressed in to protect her half-exposed breasts' softness. The talons fell across her back, shredding the dress from its collar, ripping the chemise from her back, tearing the camisole loose of the corset. Pitched off-balance, she pulled herself forward, away from the rake of the claws.
She tried to right herself, but her hair was caught in the twining of the rose stems, the thorns snagging in the soft locks of her hair. She tried to reach back behind her head to free herself, the movement pulling at her hair, the thorns nipping at her long fingers. Below, the hand that clasped her booted ankle began to press forward from the hedge, forcing her body back at an angle.
Her breath coming in tortured gasps, Tiffany found that her shapely leg was being forced to bend, that she was being forced toward the ground. Her snared hair pulled against its mooring and her body remained stationary, suspended between the grips of plant and plantlike hand. Then, unable to endure the screaming tensions of her body, she fell to one knee, the gripped leg held bent.
Her hands grappled desperately to free her hair, mindless of the pricking bites of the hedge, but she could not reach far enough back. The hand suddenly jerked, pulling her off her left knee and sliding her right leg beneath the shadowy shrubbery to the knee. Her high-topped shoes protected her foot and calf from the sting of the thorns, but they nipped at the dark stocking above, the skirt and petticoats pushed back by the base of the hedge. Her hands dug into the ground, they and her one knee the only points of resistance against the powerful pull of the hand, her body still held at an upward angle by her hair.
Her struggling broke the frail hold of her dress front to the collar and the gown and chemise slid from her shoulders to her elbows. The tattered camisole shifted over the heaving of her vulnerable breasts, her shell-pink nipples peeking out, perspiration illuminating her belly in the slender gap between the bottom of her corset and the top of her skirt.
She groaned, desperate for release. With that, the peregrine falcon suddenly appeared again, gliding across the strip of sky revealed above her. Her golden eyes anxiously watched its effortless turn as she tried to fight against the insistent hand. Then, the bird rose, its wings beating and it turned back. She could do nothing but watch as it gained speed, diving down at her, its huge eyes gleaming.
At the last moment, as she knew that it was coming in toward her head, she screamed and jerked her arms up over her face. As her arms went up, the talons struck, cutting her hair off just short of the hedge and the hand yanked in again as she came free of the thorns.
Released from the rose bushes, Tiffany dropped to the ground and was pulled further under the hedge. She grabbed out for a hold upon the rocky ground, anchoring herself as she went under to the waist and a second hand fell upon her other ankle.
Face down, her skirt and petticoats were pushed up around her waist from the fronts of her thighs by her sliding motion and from their backs by the horned branches. Her nearly naked torso pressed against the hard ground as her hips squirmed against it in a maddened effort to free herself from her unknown attacker.
The hands shifted so that one held both ankles in its grip and the other started to move up her legs. For an instant, she wondered how it was possible to move beneath the cutting base of the hedge. She shivered at the cold, muddied touch as the hand coursed along her stockinged calves and thighs. She felt the weight of a body against her legs as the hand stretched higher. Fingers like malleable stones pried from ancient ground touched the soft backs of her thighs, pulling at her garters. The fingers curled up beneath the brocade bands to clutch the tops of her stockings, sliding them one by one down the lengths of her struggling legs to the tops of her boots. Then, with excruciating slowness, the hands moved upward again, sliding over her creamy flesh, past the garters and they were probing between the tops of her lush thighs, pressing into the delicate gap at their juncture through the satin-Dels of her underpants.
Tiffany could feel her fingers pulling from their hold in the ground, her thighs heating to the stranger's touch. The hand moved over the softness of the thin satin and the plush softness of her ass cheeks beneath, the fingers snagging in the lacings at the back. The pull increased and the ribbon snapped, the ecru-laced slit opening from the base of her spine and from the top of her anal cleavage.
The hand slid into the garment and over her warm flesh. She clawed at the ground, trying to pull herself free of the body weighting her in place. The fingers came together in the furrow of her ass, pressing down between the uptilted globes, forcing the underpants lower. She bit down on her lower lip and then gasped as the hand found the carnation-pink bud of her anus.
The fingers came together to form a circle between thumb and fingertips, the hand slowly manipulating the delicate aperture and her brow furrowed above her closed eyes as her loins contracted in response. Then, abruptly, the fingers pressed down into the juncture of her thighs while the thumb pressed and burrowed against the pursed entrance way and the fingers were twisting against the tender flesh of her inner thighs, the underpants forced off the rounded fullness of her buttocks.
The center finger of the hand slid through the open gap at the top of her thighs and she felt it brush against the curlings of her plume and the clutched slit of her cunny. The thumb burrowed into her fanny and she felt a quivering within her depths as it buried itself to the first knuckle. Suddenly, her ankles were released and as she tried to move her legs the finger pressed into her briefly relaxed mound. She groaned as it dove up into her humid nook.
Though her legs were free, she was now held all the more effectively, the bent thumb and center finger grasping, as well as manipulating her senses. As she struggled the tactile sensations within the flexing of her cleave and the clutching of her rectum were only emphasized all the more.
Her eyes screwed shut as she strained to escape, tears slid from between her dark lashes and her body grew damp with exertion, sliding moistly against the ground. The other hand began to move again, pulling the underpants down and off, leaving her naked from below her bunched skirt and petticoats except for her garters and her stockings down around the tops of her boots.
"Let me go! Please," she pleaded in a gasped moan, but to no avail, overpowered by whoever was beneath the hedge with her lower body and legs.
The underpants discarded, the hand moved up above its mate to tear at the waistband of her skirt and petticoats. The other hand moved with a steady rhythm against the underarch of her body, the finger sluicing in the heated dampness of her hive while the thumb bobbed in her rectum. The dress and petticoats tore loose from her full hips and the hand tightened within her body, pressing upward to force her hips from the earth. She pressed her tits against the ground, her shoulders bunching at the movements within her, the squeezing grip giving her no choice but to raise her fanny against the underside of the hedge as the ruined clothing was pulled over it, along her legs and over her assailant.
She tried to kick out, but was pinned, her legs' movements only twisting her tremoring body around the finger and thumb. The dress and petticoats down around her calves, circling them and the figure between them, she felt a face against her flesh, teeth grazing against her defenseless inner thighs as the face turned upward.
Her hair awash over her face, Tiffany once again tried to pull herself free. Her fingers clawed at the ground beyond the hedge, her elbows digging down to push up and forward, the sleeves around her forearms, having torn free of the dress when it was pulled down from her. The full teardrops of her breasts pushed up from the ground, her neck tightening, her teeth clenched against her strained breathing. Her jaw muscles locked and her face flushed with her elective effort. Yet, she could not move forward an inch, her corset holding against her heaving breath.
Her mouth came open, her eyes opening as the teeth touched between her thighs. She winced with a gasp and her hold was broken. She felt herself pulled back even farther beneath the hedge.
The center finger moved and she sensed a new pressure emerge from between the sharp teeth. A tongue pressed against the quivering of her cunt lips. Yet, it did not feel exactly like a tongue, too rigid, too rounded. She felt dizziness sweep over her, her underbelly tightening and loosening as it pressed further into her, gliding over her dewy corolla, stroking her pulsing clit, then sliding off and up at a backward angle to glide up into her channel, filling her. As if with a will of its own, she felt her body embracing the thick bulk.
Her mind spun, her underbelly contracting and expanding. Her tits pulled against the ground, her nipples burned. With a molding fluidity, the vector seemed to expand within her vaginal muscles' clutching. She murmured with arousal, unable to resist, her senses overpowered, her mind unable to try to define what was happening. Did she feel a moustache and beard against her loins, or pubic hair? Was a mouth or a vagina kissing her cunny? Was it a tongue, clit, cock, or something else filling her nook? Even if she had been willing to challenge Jeff�_(tm)s directions by seeking out a logical explanation, she was not then capable of it. It was as if she were in a fever dream born out of some carnal delirium. She gasped, an orgasm shaking her as her cervix was caressed.
The thumb turned within her anus, the hand spreading wide over one plush ass cheek and the other was encased by the other hand. They worked her buttocks in evocative circles, pressing them in against the bobbing thumb that sent waves of heat through her bowels. She groaned, her body burning with her response. Another orgasm erupted within her, her every nerve ending buzzing with ecstasy.
"Mm Tiffany!" a voice called out from somewhere in the night and she blinked, her eyes glazed as she wondered if she had heard her name called, or if the enraptured spinning of her thoughts was playing tricks on her.
"Miss Tiffany, are you out there?" the voice called out and she was caught up in a turmoil of confusion, not knowing if she wanted to be rescued from her libidinous seizure, not if she was willing to surrender herself to the commanding hold of her captor. She tried to call out, but could not find the strength, the thumb churning within her rectum, her cunt spasming around the engorging movement within her depths.
"Miss Tiffany, can you hear me?" came the sonorous voice through the rose maze and the movements within her stopped, the body pinning her tensing.
The decision was made for her. The thumb popped free of her anus and she gasped, waves of heat pounding her sensibilities. The hands left her ass cheeks and the thickness began to draw back from within her body. She trembled, the racing flow through her channel sending spasms of joy through her recesses, the contractions of her underbelly coming closer and closer. She cried out and it left her cunny with a wet sound. The body was sliding from her, taking the skirt and petticoats with it, Tiffany groaning from deep in her chest as she climaxed, her clit having flared with ecstasy as its length was stroked. Her body squirmed and bucked against the ground, no longer held, the orgasmic seizures of her depths reaching their apex, ecstasy engulfing her. She groaned with satisfaction.
She went limp, half beneath the rose bush hedge, able to produce only a soft moan of satisfaction, a pale shadow moving over the dark ground before her. She heard a sound and then another.
The sounds were moving toward her, each louder. Her heart pounded. She moistened her lips and swallowed, trying to break the silence, her damp eyes gleaming with the moon's light.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to see black leather riding boots before her face. She tried to speak, but could not form the words. The boots shifted, the leather creaking as the man crouched down. She felt powerful hands move beneath her arms to ease her body just off the ground and gently slide her forward from beneath the hedge.
She felt herself rising as if in slow-motion, held effortlessly, her legs weak beneath her. She blinked and felt her head clearing, her equilibrium righting itself. Then, the hands were slipping away to let her test the strength of her legs, yet ready to catch her if she should fall.
Tiffany weaved back and forth for a moment, her eyes focusing. Her disarrayed and thorn-tangled hair fell about her face, the cameo and lace collar of her dress still at her throat. The front of her body was dirt-stained, as was her corset. Like a shadow against her creamy flesh, the earth tanned her pink nipples to the hue of sandalwood, highlighting the contours of her abdomen and loins, and darkening her chestnut plume, which damply clung to the fullness of her mound within the cradling of her hips. The ecru lace garters still softly indented the centers of her thighs, the stockings down around the tops of her boots. A few rose petals clung to her perspiration-dampened flesh.
Finally, she raised her eyes to her rescuer and she felt as if she had been suddenly slapped into alertness. It was Jeff and she almost smiled at his clothing, but realized how totally natural he looked dressed as the lord of the castle. For a moment, it was as if his face bloomed against the darkness of the hedge behind him like the roses did. The strong features of his face were still, a dark, brooding quality to his face, his eyes intense, yet almost upon the point of smiling.
"This is my home," he said, motioning back toward the castle, his voice having a husky warmth to it. She instantly became aware of her accented nakedness, of the vulnerability of her breasts, cunny, ass and legs, but felt no desire to cover herself from the dark pools of his eyes. For her, he was a nobleman and they were in the last century.
His hands lifted with a graceful sweep to the clasp of his cloak, freed it and swung it around behind her, letting it billow down over her shoulders and slowly take the form of her back. For a moment, he stood looking at her, the cape adding a regal note to her dirt-stained body's lush nudity, the dark fabric open down the front of her, leaving her breasts and loins exposed while its crimson silk lining caressed the outsides of her breasts, her hips and arms and her nether cheeks. His eyes touched briefly on one of the small rose petals clinging to her and then he was sweeping her up into his arms like a child. He began to move through the maze without pause, holding the softness of her body cradled against his body.
"I am sorrowed that your arrival should be so unfortunately marred. I will have you returned to America as soon as you are able to travel," he said, his voice washing over her like the muted roar of distant waves.
"No, I... " she started, uncertain.
"You would stay after this?"
"It-it wasn't your fault," she whispered, unable to admit the pleasures she had welcomed along with the humiliations she had endured.
"You are graciousness itself," he said, smiling warmly at her for an instant before turning his eyes back ahead.
They left the rose maze, the castle before them looming commandingly against the sky, peaks and valleys visible beyond. They mounted the thirty-degree rise of the wide, stone steps to the castle doors and he raised one booted foot to bang it against the high oak door with its hand-carved designs and iron framework. The echo peeled within.
The heavy doors slowly opened and the light framed a woman with strawberry-hair, her flesh having a light creamy-tan, her complexion rosy.
"This is Traci, our housekeeper," he informed Tiffany. "Traci, the children's new governess has had an accident. Call Ivan and then prepare a warm bath and a food tray for Miss Tiffany," he called back, moving toward the stairway to the rooms above.
"Yes, master," the young woman said, closing the doors before moving quickly across the huge entrance room.
As they came to the landing, Tiffany realized that he was not even breathing heavily after carrying her to the castle and up the stairs. She quickly reminded herself of his words informing her that she was to play the part of a governess, to be a governess to children. The latter confused her. Shifting her weight easily, he opened a door and carried her into a bedroom.
"These are your rooms. I trust they are to your liking," the resonant flow of his voice said.
"It's lovely," she replied truthfully.
A canopied bed with a hand-tooled frame stood to one side, large windows across from it. Beneath his feet was a thick carpet of Persian design and damask drapes hung over the windows showing the valley below the castle's eastern side, which was built above a precipice. A full-length, oval mirror stood in one corner, a smaller mirror built into a dressing table. To their right was an open door to a private bathroom.
"You called, master?" the coachman's voice asked.
"Miss Tiffany was set upon in the maze, Ivan. Burn it," he replied without turning and the man departed, unquestioning.
"You... you didn't have to do that," she said.
"The man who takes is incomplete," he said, setting her down upon her feet. "To be hungry and take food, to be uneducated and take knowledge�_" these things are natural. But the man who does not feel alive takes life, the man who is sexually incomplete takes sex�_"these things are not natural, life and sex are to be shared just as food and knowledge are to be shared if one is to be complete. To take life, to force another to do something against their will, is to be the most incomplete, lacking life within one's own self, to have one's own will forced to contemptuousness by blind lusts," he finished, staring into her eyes and she realized his power here and the power within him.
Logs crackled in a fireplace built into the wall before the foot of the bed, the light of the flames reflected off the window panes to throw dancing colors over their faces and bodies and she looked at his reflection as he stared out at the stars. She had forgotten about the loose cloak's opening down the front of her near naked body.
"Now, I will leave you to your bath. Traci will feed you, as well. If you should wish to speak again before retiring, please call for me," he said, turning toward her, his eyes holding hers for a fraction of a second past his words and he turned to cross to the door. "During the days," he said, pausing to look back before closing the door behind him, "I will be gone from the castle and you will be mistress of the castle."
"There's no... no lady of the castle?" she inquired hesitantly.
"No," he answered and with that, he was gone, the door silently closing.
Thoughts and emotions blurred together as she accepted her position as governess. There was a sound to her right and she realized that her bath was being drawn. His great cloak sweeping the floor behind her, Tiffany crossed to the bathroom door and saw Traci pouring a large pail of steaming water into a high-backed porcelain tub.
"I�_(tm)ll have your tray ready after I'm through here, ma'am," the woman said without looking up, her bright hair swaying around her high, rounded cheekbones as she bent to the fall of the water.
Steam rose up around the housekeeper, gauzing her image and bringing a sheen of perspiration to her forehead and to the tops of her wide breasts, the high-set globes pressing against the thin cotton of her peasant blouses scooped neckline. The pail empty, she straightened, turning toward Tiffany. Her cleavage damp, the blouse was held by a lace-up weskit that rose to just under her breasts. The blouse showed semi-transparently against her breasts from the steam's humidity, molding to the light pink of her areolas that tapered up like secondary curvings of her tits, her erect nipples a brighter pink. Golden threads of down shimmered mistily on the backs of her forearms.
At the sound of the bucket's lower lip capping the wooden floor, Tiffany blinked her eyes, realizing that she had been staring and that the woman was now moving around behind her. Graceful hands came around to either side of Tiffany's face in silent search and caught the cloak's clasp. The cloth opened and slid back over Tiffany's breasts, the silk stroking her nipples. Steam wove the air above the gleaming tub and Tiffany found herself wondering where she was, the heat easing her wearied body's tension.
Then, the young woman was before her, staring into her eyes for a moment or, perhaps, minutes, her large eyes green with dark rims. Slowly, she sank beneath Tiffany's eyes and Tiffany looked down to see the sunrise brightness of her hair even with her soiled loins, Traci's eyes looking down to where her fingers were opening the boots. Loosened by her leaning forward, Traci's blouse hung out from the ripeness of her breasts, baring them almost to their peaks, her dark skirt draping over her legs and the pale grain of the floor.
Tiffany dampened her lips, her legs feeling weak again as the woman continued undressing her, preparing her for her bath.
CHAPTER FOUR
One of Traci's gentle hands closed with a downward play from forefinger to little finger, curving firmly around Tiffany's thigh, raising her leg to allow the other to slip the opened boot from Tiffany's foot. Attempting to keep herself balanced, Tiffany realized that she was being tended to by a servant and that her body was being bared. The economic fluctuations of Traci's fingers rolled the stockings down and off, freed the second shoe and stocking and then dipped between Tiffany's thighs and the garters. The upthrust wrists brushed her plume's undercurve between them and the fingernails caressed the lengths of her legs as they descended.
As Traci stood, her finely brushed hair slashed up across Tiffany's loins and belly and she looked at Tiffany with a smile for a moment. Tired from her trip and the attack in the rose maze, the steamy heat in the room left her feeling light-headed.
Fingers touched her back between her shoulder blades and cupped one elbow and Tiffany felt herself gliding toward the tub. The wood was slick beneath her bare feet. The water moved up her foot, ankle and calf and then up the other leg. The warm water stung pleasantly at her flanks, lapped at her soiled loins, circled her belly and lifted her firm breasts even higher. She felt herself become alert for a second as the hot water darkened the shell pink of her nipples.
Perspiration gleamed on Traci's forehead and she pushed her hair back behind her delicately furled ears with the backs of her wrists, a cloth in one hand and soap in the other. Tiffany felt past either action or unnecessary speech. She let her eyes close to the soothing warmth of the water and the fluctations of the soaped cloth upon her flesh. Traci's hands moved in gliding flurries that soothingly memorized the contours of Tiffany's gracefully vulnerable body. Tiffany's breasts lifted to the heel of the hand that washed her ribs and her nipples rose greedily to the touch of venus mound and cloth. Her plume curled to the income of water that banished the soil of the maze, her fanny swayed against the light pressure of the hand and her hair slid back sleek and gleaming.
Half-conscious, Tiffany watched the water splash as if in slow motion and the frothy spray curled out to fall upon Traci's already translucent blouse. The absorbed moisture spread over the nipple and it showed clearly through with small goose bumps at the edges of the plump areola. Tiffany heard Traci say something, felt the contact of their flesh cease, sensed movement and then felt Traci's hands return. It was as if old friends had returned to comfort and console her. Through sleepy eyes, she saw that Traci's breasts were now bare. She stared at them and she marveled at the pertness of the wide-based, high-set globes.
Water again splashed upon Traci's breasts and Tiffany watched the soapy water slide over the areolas that stood out a full inch from the peaks of the tits, at the rosy pink nipples. She wanted to reach out and dry her friend's breasts, her friend who was so lovingly cleaning her breasts.
Traci's fingers slid over the soap-slicked cones of Tiffany's breasts, over and over them and they flicked the erect nipples as they passed. They slid down over the rib cage to the firm curve of Tiffany's belly and under the water. There, they curled in the soft curlings of her plume, slid over the tender lips and gleaned the pearl of her clit. Time blurred for Tiffany and she found that she was standing on shaky legs.
A towel burnished her flesh to a glow and brought a dim awareness back to her. She smiled weakly over her helplessness and Traci returned the smile as she dried Tiffany's water-tightened breasts. The air was heavy with a humid muskiness. Tiffany saw the already pursed nipples stand out even harder as the woman's breasts quivered lightly with her movements.
"I'll be back with your tray shortly. Your bags are in your room," Traci said and she slid her damp blouse down over her head.
"Thanks for your help, Traci," Tiffany mumbled.
Traci paused at the door with a widening smile and she nodded before going out. Tiffany moved in her room. Drowsy, she was ready for the soft embrace of her new bed. She had wrapped her hair in a towel and now she rubbed at it as she turned to view her reflection in the full-length mirror. Her energy level was too low for her to do anything but view herself as a whole, rather than to note individual aspects and it was almost as if she was looking at another person. The person in the glass seemed very sensual with her damp flesh, her hair peeking out in little curls from beneath the towel and at the juncture of her thighs. Her eyes were heavily lidded and her lips were just parted.
She lowered the towel and the moist strands of her hair dropped and slid over her shoulders. Her eyes shifted their focus as the hall door opened behind her, but all she saw was the hallway. She whirled about as she raised the towel over her breasts with one hand and arm and she used the joined fingertips of her other hand to press to her cunny.
In the doorway stood a youth of strange beauty. His reflection had been blocked by her own. They stared at one another and she knew that he must be one of the children, for his eyes and Jeff�_(tm)s seemed very much alike. Still, she did not know what to do or say and she stood there blushing. His eyes flowed over her to take in the outward juttings of her breasts, the quiver of her tightened belly to either side of the towel, the supple shallows to either side of her mound and the long, shapely legs. Beads of water slipped from her hair and gleamed from her shoulders. His eyes lifted to hers and he smiled with the knowing sensuality of a grown and experienced man.
"Master Bart, shouldn't you be in bed?" Traci asked reprimandingly, as she returned with the tray.
"I only wished to see my governess and welcome her," the youth said without a qualm as his eyes continued to stare into her large, golden eyes.
"Well, you should know to knock before entering a woman's rooms," Traci said as she moved between him and Tiffany. "And I think you've seen quite enough of your governess... for the first day."
"You've never made me knock, Traci," he replied and Tiffany wondered exactly what the two of them meant by their words.
"Well, you're getting to be a young gentleman now, hardly a boy anymore."
"My apologies, Miss Tiffany," the boy said.
"Of... of course, Bart," she said nervously. "We'll talk tomorrow."
The door closed and Traci turned to look at Tiffany. There was an uneasy pause and then both smiled.
"He's a bit unnerving at times," Traci said, carrying the food tray to the bed.
"I didn't know what to do or say," Tiffany admitted and she did not notice that she still held the towel to her body, nor that the mirror reflected her naked fanny.
"Well, you get in bed and have something to eat while I find your night things for you."
"Oh no, I couldn't... " Tiffany protested, but Traci was holding the covers back for her.
Letting the towel drop to the floor Tiffany caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and she quickly got between the sheets. She pulled the covers up her arms as Traci placed the tray below her breasts.
"Is the other child younger?" Tiffany asked as she began to eat.
"Um, yes," Traci answered slowly as she unpacked the bags. "She's away right now, but she'll return soon," she said as she returned with a nightgown.
Tiffany slid the covers down to allow Traci to drop the gown over her uplifted arms and it dropped to just below her breasts. As the cloth descended, Traci smiled at the way the lush cones of Tiffany's tits were resting on the tray.
"Will that be all, Miss Tiffany?"
"Yes and I'm really too tired to eat anymore."
"Yes'm," Traci said and she lifted the tray.
"Thank you again," Tiffany said as she slid down beneath the covers and she shifted to pull the gown down.
"Pleasant dreams," Traci whispered as she put out the lights.
The door opened and closed and the maid's footsteps moved away. Tiffany lay in the darkness and she hoped that Jeff might come to visit with her, but he had not when she fell asleep a few minutes later, but he was there in her dreams.
* * *
The next morning, Tiffany descended the stairway and her dark skirt's hem brushed the steps. Her long-sleeved blouse was buttoned at the cuffs and collar and her hair was bound up behind her head. Below, Traci glanced up with a smile as she polished an inlaid mahogany cabinet.
"Do you know where Bart is? I need to discuss his previous schooling with him," Tiffany said, having decided to play her role fully.
"I think he's in the library," Traci said and she pointed toward a door.
"Yes. Uh, do... do you think I should say anything to Bart about seeing�_"seeing me last night?"
"No, it's like the rest of the night�_"best forgotten," Traci advised.
Tiffany nodded and went into the library. Bart looked up from a book and she again noticed the resemblance of his eyes to Jeff's. His almost pretty-boy's good looks were balanced by the dark blue suit he wore. His delicate, yet strong-looking hands rested on the book.
"How are you this morning, Bart?" she asked cheerfully.
"All right, Miss Tiffany, but it's almost noon," he corrected with a confidence verging on condescension.
"Uh, yes, thank you. My travels tired me more than I thought," she offered.
"Are we going to begin classes today?"
"Yes, I thought we should discuss which courses your father wishes us to handle."
"The basics, such as mathematics and literature and whatever aid you might give with the sciences and philosophies."
"Yes, I'm afraid I could do little with those. What of your sister? How old is she, by the way?"
"A year younger than I. I would suppose Father wishes her schooled in the womanly arts as well," he smiled and it was almost a leer. "You'll have to speak with him about that." He stood and moved his chair back. "Please, take my chair," he offered.
With a smile over his young gentleman's manner, she moved to sit down and realized only as she did so that she had little space to pass between him and the table. His elbow slid across the top of her skirt and as she sat down she found her hand caught between the arm of the chair's hardness and the yielding firmness of his crotch. She quickly lifted the book as a diversion.
"What an odd book," she said as she noted the illustrations of magic and supernatural concepts.
"Not really," Bart replied and he sat on the arm of the chair. His hip brushed against her side as he leaned forward to a picture of a goat-headed woman whose naked body bore the limbs of a turtle and his arm slid across one of Tiffany's breasts. "The goat's head represents the natural carnal aspects, the woman's torso the earth and the turtle's limbs the flow of time," he explained and his arm pressed up against the outer curve of her tit as if to test its weight.
"Yes, but what interest does that have for you?" Tiffany asked and her breast turned against his arm as she shifted to look up at him.
Her breast was forced against its mate by the pressure, but he made no effort to remove his arm. She decided to ignore his behavior as that of a precocious youth just becoming aware of sex. Still, she had to admit to his ability to inspire attraction and she wondered at herself as she stared at the strange beauty of his face, which framed Jeff's eyes.
"Many things interest me," he said. "Men speak of earth as 'she' or 'mother earth', as a woman. And they fight upon her, they abuse her, they take from her without return, they dig mines so they can move down into her and take her inner treasures, they dive into her waters to pluck the pearl," he said with a lowering of his voice and his emphasized words were drawn out languidly. He casually caressed her hair with the back of his hand as he stared into her eyes. "And so the sweet victim is given a head of passion that she might both survive and enjoy, swimming all the while in the undulations of time."
"You... you have a way with words, Bart."
"I am only a boy. One who has not traveled mother earth, but has only shared her thoughts and who can only seek to slip from head to torso, or... to leap the distance."
"Yes, well, as you say, when you're a little older... " she trailed off, uneasy with the passion in his words. "The time comes easily for a man to make the jump."
"Or a woman, if she but allows herself," he smiled assuredly.
Tiffany felt her face warm and she turned her eyes back to the book to escape embarrassment.
He dropped to his feet and flipped the pages. Reaching out, he took her hand and placed it on the outline drawing of a woman's hand and her forearm was held against the rise of his pelvis.
"A near-perfect fit," he mused and she leaned forward to see that he was correct.
"What does it mean?" she asked and she was aware of the base of his rod hardening.
"It is the picture of a powerful woman's hand," he smiled and his cock was hard against her forearm.
"Powerful?" she asked with surprise.
"There are many forms of power," he said and she slid her hand and arm slowly free.
She saw the long outline of a grown man's rod prod against his pants and the dark blue of the trousers were highlighted down its length. She looked up to see him smiling and she felt warm and uneasy. She wanted to loosen the collar of her blouse.
"Bart, you... you're a very intelligent young man and so you must realize what... what you've been doing and how much difference there is in our ages," she forced herself to say.
"What've I been doing?" he asked blankly.
"I... " she trailed off uncertainly. Perhaps he was acting innocently and if so her words might sound like a suggestion rather than like a reprimand. "You mustn't touch my... my woman's parts... or cause me to touch your parts," she said.
"Parts?" he asked with a smile of wonderment.
"Yes."
"You mean this?" he asked and suddenly clasped his still stiff prod through the pants.
She had no alternative but to look at the clearly revealed outline of shaft and head. She nodded dumbly.
"And these?" he asked as he reached out to grasp both of her breasts.
She swallowed, unable to shift away in the chair. She felt her eyes trying to close, her lips seeking to part, but instead she reached up to pull his hands away. But she moved too slowly.
"Or this?" he asked and he dropped one hand to scoop a pit in the lap of her skirt.
She was aflame, her vision blurred. She held onto the wrist of the hand at her breast, but she could not find the strength to push it away. Then the hand in her lap lifted to grasp her wrist and he pressed her hand to his big tool.
"Doesn't it feel good to touch and be touched?" he asked as he caressed her breast through blouse and chemise and his thumb chafed at her nipple as he slid her palm up and down his still growing shaft. "Isn't it a pleasure?" his voice trilled softly against her ears.
The prick was so warm and alive, so firm and knowing, the fingers upon her breast so gentle and evocative, the fingers that slid from one tit to the other blended the sensations filling each. The fingers slipped the buttons easily open and slipped the thin linen of the chemise down beneath the tender yielding of her tits. He cupped the firm cones to mellow and temper the hard nipples and his other hand left hers, leaving it to continue the manipulation of his rod. His hand returned to her lap and he probed beneath her skirt.
His voice continued on, but she could no longer distinguish the words, but only melodic tones that relaxed her past awareness of anything but sensuality. His hand lifted her skirt and petticoat like a curtain from her calves and he felt the warmth of her silky thighs between her garters and pantaloons. He was closer to her now and he straddled her legs.
Her fingers nipped and pulled at his shaft and found the buttons to free it from his pants. The thick trunk thrust out and her fingers curled tightly around it. His soft young mouth caught at her cupped nipples and the words "mother" and "mother earth" sang on the melody of his voice as his delicate lips washed over the pouting buds.
The palm of his other hand played upon her belly, fingering the eyelet of her navel and sliding under her corset to push her blouse from her skirt. It glided back down over the velvet slide of her belly and into the pantaloons. She groaned as his fingers smoothed her feathery hair against her swollen mound and he shifted the petals of her lips against his palm. She groaned without knowing it.
He cupped her cunny with a shifting top-to-bottom movement and his center finger curled up into the sweet dampness to play along the top of her channel. His thumb circled the long node of her erect clit. His finger flowed up and back down in one moist cycle after another and his whole hand worked in a connected pattern of rises and falls. He supped at her breast hungrily and her breath was like a fragile breeze between her lips as her body slouched down till only the firm cushions of her ass kept her on the seat. Her legs were splayed out around the boy.
His mouth found hers and his tongue danced against hers before moving to her ear, then into her neck and then to her breasts before delving beneath her skirt. The dark cloth dropped down to cover all but the arm that was caressing her breasts, concealing the boy much like an old-time photographer's cloth. She murmured as his tongue found her long clit and her breath caught as he drew it in between his pursed lips so that he could buff its tip with his tongue. She squirmed against him and the chair and her hands clutched the arms as waves of arousal mounted in her depths. She quivered as his chin twisted in her cleave, as her clit flamed against his tongue and between his lips.
Then, he was raising up and drawing the cloth away. He moved up onto the chair between her legs and the toes of his shoes pressed against her humid nook.
He guided one of her hands to his stiff tool and he straightened. His prod was even with her lips. Her eyes still shut, her head pushed away from the back of the chair. Her lips were still parted to the low moan that had continued since his tongue left her clit.
She kissed his knob lovingly and his hands moved to the back of her head as her tongue dropped to the cleft of his cock's head. Her arms slid around him and she clutched his boyish ass as she began to suck his knob into her mouth. Her ass twisted against the chair and her splay shifted against the toes of his shoes. His eyes lidded as her lips began to ease down his length and her tongue pushed and pulled against his dorsal vein. His lips parted as her cheeks pulled in against the sides of his shaft and his knob pushed back against the roof of her mouth.
Slowly, she began to stand up. His downy hair was against her lips and his cock's head bobbed in her throat. She held him to her, oblivious to his weight. His fingers clutched her hair where it was bound up at the back of her head. His legs were curled around her sides as she sucked hard on his cock and they both swayed.
Her face pumped against him as she deftly leaned him back until he was lying atop the table. His trousers had dropped and his bare thighs thrashed against her naked tits as she pulled and thrust her mouth around his throbbing column. He slid back, his body arching to the spasms of ecstasy that surged through him. She continued to knead his ass as she held him against her hungry mouthings and he gasped as she pulled his come from him.
She rubbed her fevered nook against the edge of the table as she felt his prick jerking and then his come was gushing down into her throat. He writhed beneath her as he came and he shook as the last of his spend spurted free. Gasping for air, he went limp atop the table.
Stroking her hair, he spoke again in the same low drone and she rolled onto her back atop the table. Her pink nipples were hard against her creamy skin and the blouse and chemise framed her flushed flesh with white. She twisted and moaned and her eyes closed to a distant tune as her head lolled in the chestnut pillowing of her hair against the darker brown of the table.
He slid from the table and began to meticulously dry his softening tool. He buttoned his trousers, folded and put away the handkerchief and looked down with a smile of satisfaction at the tremoring writhings of the woman. He pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled the pantaloons down and off. He then spread her thighs and pushed her calves back so that her ankles were hooked at the sides of the table. Placing her hands upon her breasts, he stood and watched her begin to caress her tits with her own knowing, though semi-conscious, touch.
Crossing the room, he opened a drawer and drew out a leather tube: He uncapped one end and removed the maps from their case. Recapping the cylinder of perhaps one-inch width and a foot-and-a-foot length, he walked back with languid intent to his governess.
He stood before her spread box and stared for a moment at the tongue-pink lips gleaming with her juices. He pressed the rounded end of the cylinder into the damp furrow and he began to slowly direct the smooth tube up into her. The calfskin complied to her inner contours and she hoisted her hips to its entry. Her ass cheeks lifted with pleasure from the table. With the tube firmly implanted, he stepped back and watched her carnal squirmings.
He then moved to the side of the table and climbed onto it so that he could sit lightly upon the saddle of her hips with his back toward her head. He took the pommel of the tube in one hand and began to turn it from side to side as he slid it higher into her and as he slid it back out. He felt her turbulent response as she bucked and trembled between his legs and he took her erect clit into the joined fingertips of his free hand.
Her hoarse cries of rapture echoed softly in the big, wood-paneled room and her box convulsed joyously around the tube as her clit flared between his fingers. Her own hands gripped her tits tightly and her fingers indented their swollen softness.
They remained in that position for a long while, the woman breathing through clenched teeth as she quivered against the tender yield of the calfskin lever and flowing fingers, the boy astride her methodically raising her higher and higher, inspiring her to ascend from zenith to zenith. Finally, when her body was too fatigued with pleasure to lift against him and she babbled in ecstasy, he stopped.
Cleaning the tube, he returned the maps to it and put it away. Then, he wiped her damp thighs and anal cleavage with his handkerchief until her spendings were contained in her furrow. He clothed her as he continued the low speech he had maintained throughout and he sat her up. Turning her as she slid from the table, he dropped her back into the chair. He picked up the book after wiping the table top and opened it to the picture of the hand.
"Miss Tiffany? Miss Tiffany?" he called and he patted her cheek.
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered and she looked around in confusion.
"What-what happened?" she asked groggily.
"We were talking and you dozed off. Apparently, you needed more sleep to recover from your journey."
She nodded sluggishly as she tried to understand what had to have been a dream. Yet, how could she have dreamed about a mere boy in such graphic and... talented terms? She felt tired and her hips and thighs seemed to ache. Undoubtedly, it was from the encounter in the rose maze, but she wondered why her clit tingled and her cleave was wet Perhaps, the excitement of the dream had caused that. She glanced at the boy who stood quietly beside her and she noted the long eyelashes and sensually delicate mouth contrasting with his already virile face.
"Well, Bart, I must apologize. Tomorrow, well take up your studies," she said and she found her legs weak when she stood.
"I'll continue reading, if that's all right, Miss Tiffany?"
"Yes, of course," she said and she left the room with all the poise she could muster.
Smiling, Bart watched her depart and he touched his fingertips to his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and nodded with approval over her scent.
Tiffany leaned back against the closed library door. She felt spent and a little afraid of herself. Bart was clearly a boy in years, but his mind and his cock were not. She was surprised to note that there was no feeling of need in her cunt, no pulsings from her clit. It was as if the "dream" had physically satiated her and she again wondered if it had been a dream.
Later, after a tour of the house, Tiffany decided to go up to her room for a short nap. At the top of the stairs, she started to turn toward her rooms when she heard a sound from the other side of the stairs. She paused to listen and heard what sounded like a moan. Slowly, she moved down the dimly lit hallway. Ahead, a slender wedge of light split from a cracked door. The moaning became more distinct and a pattern became discernible to her ears.
In the sanctuary of the shadows, Tiffany looked into the room. Ivan and Traci were on the bed. He was thrusting into her like some great, gleeful frog and Traci clutched him as her creamy-tan body writhed beneath him. Tiffany stared with surprise.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tiffany's eyes widened as she watched the thickness of Ivan's prick sliding free of Traci's quiver, her juices gleaming upon the veined flesh and it seemed to keep coming out forever. The huge trunk lurched spastically and Traci reached up to grasp it tightly with her fist just below the bell-like cap. His shoulders flexed and he sucked air as she held him on the edge of his orgasm. Gradually, his breathing eased and Traci slid her hand away from the slightly softer baton of his flesh. Raising her legs into the air, she curled her calves over his shoulders and her body curved up from her shoulders to her knees so that her downy nest was offered to his mouth.
Tiffany was breathing through parted lips as she watched. She pushed the heels of her hands against the tops of her thighs and her tits strained against her blouse. The moist pulsings of her cunt were mounting.
His hands pressed against the small of Traci's back and he burrowed his mouth into the shimmering cove of her loins. Her hands clutched at the sheets as her head pushed back and she cried out with delight as he twisted his tongue deep into her box. Her firm belly tightened and loosened as he licked at her clit and his hands shifted to grip the ripe ovals of her ass cheeks. He sat back against his heels with her thighs resting on his shoulders and he began to circle and dab at her pearl with his tongue. Her body wrenched from side to side as the throbbings filling her depths intensified. She laughed with joy and her body arched up and down between his hungry mouth and her shoulders. Her snatch thrust against his mouthings as orgasms flared through her and her juices gleamed from his face.
Tiffany watched Traci grope out under her to catch his still-hard tool and the woman began to knead the hard column in her fist even as she came. Tiffany's hands had moved to the lap of her skirt and she rubbed her heels against the sensual ache of her nook as her upper arms forced her swollen tits together.
Traci caught her breath and shifted around to move her face to his crotch as her hands squeezed and pulled on his thick pole and she lapped and suckled at the bulbous knob. Her hands slid between his sac and his thighs and she began to fondle his nuts as she rubbed at his root with her fingertips and at the base of his dorsal vein with the tips of her thumbs.
Groaning, he dropped down to return his mouth to her damp muff and he sucked at her clit as her mouth began to move down his long shaft. Tiffany stared with fascinated arousal as the woman aligned her mouth and throat so that she could take him into her throat. Traci thrust her head upon the spear of his flesh, breathing around his tool as she drew back and with each downward thrust she took more and more of him into her mouth and throat.
Tiffany had thought that Bart's man-sized prod had looked huge in relation to his boy's body, but Ivan's mammoth prod looked immense in relation to his dwarfs body. His groans grew louder and his hands tightened around Traci's uptilted ass cheeks. Suddenly, Traci began pulling her head back from his loins and again his entire cock was exposed, but now it was coated with her saliva. Again, Traci clinched her hand around the top of the shaft and pressed her thumb to the cleft of his cock's head.
Tiffany continued to rub at the burning palpitations of her slit as she watched the couple. Ivan turned to press his mouth to Traci's pert breasts and his lubricated rod began to move between her rounded buttocks. Tiffany's eyes widened as she watched the aperture of Traci's anus open around the knob and then the shaft. The younger woman gasped as he began to burrow his immense prong up into her rectum. His hands were between their bodies and his fingers swirled within her furrow and over her apex as he thrust fully into her. Traci cried out as orgasmic convulsions ricocheted through her depths and she gripped the back of his head as he continued to suck at her burning nipples.
Impaled on his thick length, Traci began to squirm up into a sitting position. Her legs curled around his waist as she sat in his lap and she lifted his face as she lowered hers and she kissed him deeply. Their tongues lashed as she bounded upon the stiff skewer of his flesh and she moaned into his mouth. They were both groaning as they rocked back and forth, Traci riding upon his tool as he thrust up and down within her tight hold. They tilted to the side and dropped to the sheets. She cried out in ecstasy. Their bodies bucked together and Traci arched back from the waist as the orgasmic rushes quickened. He gripped her hips to hold her shuddering hips as he bucked within her and his thumbs stretched in to buff her clit between them.
Tiffany watched their faces strain as their cries became strangled gasps and then his hips were jerking and his buttocks tightened. Traci clutched her tits as she came and his cock was jumping within the heat of her rectum. His face lifted and the veins stood out from his throat as his come roared through his tool and gushed up into her. Their bodies quaked together as their hips shook and their moans broke free of their throats as their climax inundated them both.
They dropped limply to the bed and Tiffany let her eyes close. Her arousal was at a fever-pitch, but she held at the edge of an orgasm. She decided that the frustration was due to being in the hall where she might be seen by Bart and she started toward her room. Her legs were wobbly and she reached out to use the wall for support.
By the time she reached her room, her breathing had almost returned to normal and the trip-hammer beating of her heart had eased. Inside her room, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her thoughts were confused. Should she fully act the part of a governess and reprimand Ivan and Traci for leaving the door open, report them to Jeff, or just dismiss the occurrence? There was a knock at the door and she looked up as it opened. Dressed, Traci stepped inside and closed the door back. The younger woman lowered her eyes guiltily.
"Miss... Miss Tiffany, I saw you outside when... when I was sucking on Ivan, but I didn't want to anger him and... " Traci said imploringly and her voice sounded as if she was on the verge of crying. "I'm sorry," she exclaimed and looked up. "Only... she mumbled and she chewed at her full lower lip as she moved toward the seated Tiffany. "Only a woman, a person... needs somebody sometimes to kiss them, to make love with and... there's no one else for me here, ma'am. The Count's a nobleman and I'm just a commoner, a peasant servant. I... " she trailed off and she sat down alongside Tiffany on the bed, her thigh pressing against Tiffany's.
CHAPTER SIX
"I don't know what to do or say, Traci," Tiffany admitted and she felt uneasy with her role as mistress of the castle.
"Oh, please, Miss Tiffany," Traci pleaded and she held Tiffany's hands in her own. "If... if you say so, I'll never again be with him," she promised and she lowered Tiffany's right hand to her lap as she brushed Tiffany's left against her breasts while her left forearm brushed against Tiffany.
"It's not that you were... alone with him. It's that the door was open. What if one of the children had walked by as I did?"
"Oh, ma'am, it was an accident. We just didn't notice. Only when I saw your beautiful face there at the door did I realize it was open," she assured Tiffany as she pressed her hand tighter to her breasts and her other hand slipped from Tiffany's to clasp Tiffany's thigh.
Tiffany felt the heat of her body begin to increase. She felt the soft tops of Traci's tits against the backs of her fingers and the hot press of Traci's hip and thigh against her own. She looked down at the younger woman's graceful hand upon her thigh and when she looked back up Traci's face was barely an inch from hers. The girl's breath was a warm flutter against her cheek.
"Miss Tiffany, if you could only understand how much I wanted to be able to share my feelings, my body with someone�_"how I want to feel another's tenderness, their kiss, to be with... " she whispered as she stared into Tiffany's eyes and her hand squeezed the top of Tiffany's thigh to accent her words.
Traci pressed Tiffany's hand down between her breasts and the pressure forced the low-cut blouse even lower. Uncertain, Tiffany turned her hand to avoid the descent for a moment, but in opening her hand she brought her fingers and palm against the girl's silky tit. The hand in her lap seemed to burn through the skirt.
She looked into Traci's large green eyes and her hand contoured to Traci's breast as she pushed the peasant blouse lower. She found herself holding the lush globe and the plump areola was against her palm, the pursed nipple stiff against the center.
"Oh, to have someone to hold against me and know we've no need of secrets, to trust the warm embrace, to feel ourselves released from longing," the voice crooned against Tiffany's ear in a warm fluttering. "To taste our kiss, to caress one another's breasts and stomachs," she continued and her one hand caressed Tiffany's breasts while the other swam between the tops of Tiffany's trembling thighs. "To make love," she whispered and her lips touched the downy point of Tiffany's jaw.
Traci's touch was tender and knowing, the feel of her breasts inviting and her kiss was so tender. Traci's lips brushed softly against Tiffany's and their bodies pressed together as Tiffany lips opened to the flowing caress of Traci's tongue.
As their hands stroked one another's fevered bodies, they eased down onto the bed. Tiffany sighed at the gentle probings of Traci's tongue and the shiftings of her lips. Fingers loosened her clothing and her breasts pressed against the globes of Traci's. She felt the nudges of Traci's nipples.
Traci's hand lazed beneath Tiffany's skirt and petticoats and her fingers were five individual fluctuations against the quivering heat of her slit. Tiffany's lips encircled one capped areola and her tongue moved over the hard nipple.
Tiffany raised Traci's skirt and worked upward to encase the woman's bare pubes with their gauze of strawberry-blond ringlets. Traci's hands caressed the back of her head and her shoulders as she curled her fingers up into Traci's hot wetness. They rolled over together, moaning with pleasure.
Smiling at Tiffany, Traci slipped her blouse over her head and she raised up to straddle Tiffany's hips. Her uptilted fanny pressed against Tiffany's loins, both of their skirts raised around their waists, Tiffany moaned as she felt Traci's slit rub against her own and Traci leaned forward on her straightened arms so she could suck the cupped rings of Tiffany's shell-pink nipples. The plump peaks of Traci's tits stroked the top of Tiffany's stomach and Tiffany stretched her arms so that she could clasp Traci's ass cheeks.
Tiffany raised her head so that she could kiss Traci's ear and Traci turned her face with a smile until their lips met. Their lips writhed around the flashings of their tongues and they happily rubbed their tits together as their cleaves chafed in a wet friction that sent swarmings of carnal heat blasting through their bodies and into their minds.
Traci's hand moved down between their tightened bellies and her fingers slid into the kiss of their sweet fissures. Tiffany inhaled sharply at the thrilling touch at the tip of her clit and her own fingers nipped at Traci's nipples. The chestnut featherings of Tiffany's plume meshed wetly with the strawberry-blond curlings as their pink cleaves stroked around the play of Traci's fingers. Their moans deepened and they pressed their bodies tightly together. Their flushed faces lifted and they shook with the rumblings of their orgasms and they cried out as their pleasures overwhelmed them. Tiffany's fingertips played at the base of Traci's slit and at her anus. Traci's fingers rubbed their clits together. Their breasts twisted and pulled against one another's and their hips bucked around the flaming blasts filling their cunnies. They cried out as their orgasms peaked and they murmured ecstatically into one another's mouths as their bodies twisted with satiation.
Stockings, garters, boots, corset, petticoats and skirts formed a pile upon the floor. Naked, the two women felt and tasted the softness of one another's bodies without hurry until Tiffany fell blissfully asleep in Traci's embrace. She was not aware of the younger woman getting out of bed, dressing and leaving.
Dressed only in her small, sleeveless chemise that reached to just below her navel and her opened pantaloons, Tiffany lay stretched out in supple disarray. The late afternoon sun filtered through the drapes to diffuse the shadows and it softened the details of the room. To the side of the bed's headboard, part of the wall paneling shifted.
The panel slid silently up and Bart stepped into the room from a corridor of undulating shadows cast by candles. The hairless nakedness of his body was haloed with sunlight as he looked down at the smile of sleep upon Tiffany's lips. He stretched out on his side next to her and supported his head with one hand while he examined the spill of her hair upon the pillow, the nudges of her nipples against the chemise, the top of her plume showing above the opening of the pantaloons and the long legs. The sunlight flickered upon the fine down of her thighs.
Raising his head, he moved his hand to slide his index finger over her lips and he touched the soft mouth so lightly that the pads of her lips did not even shift. The breath from her nostrils was warm against the back of his hand. Her lips parted slowly and held for a moment at one point before opening except for the lighter pink of her inner lips at the corners of her mouth. Shifting, he raised his left hand to the lace work of her chemise and the pearl buttons were gently guided through the two lower eyelets. The press of her breasts pulled the two edges of cloth away from one another.
The boy took one corner at a time between his first two fingers and he laid the cloth back from both pink tips and then back from the whole of the lush cones of her breasts. He looked at them for a moment and then touched his fingers to them as lightly as he had touched her lips. He skimmed the surface of her areolas with his fingertips and caught the outside of her ringed nipples in the meeting of his fingertips. Her nipples were erect.
She shifted slightly and her nipples turned against his fingers. Her breasts were swollen. Her breath became deeper and her mouth opened more. Her belly flexed in supple ripples. His fingers widened their orbit upon her breasts until he circled the lush cones and his hands moved down in a soothing descent over her stomach. The edges of his nails grazed the soft down along the center indentation of her belly and then his hands were cupping the undercurves of her tits.
She was moaning softly and he hummed to her as he dipped a finger between her pearly teeth and he caressed her tongue, her gums and the insides of her cheeks with it. She began to suck at his finger and he slipped his second finger in. His other hand was caressing the base of her stomach's soft curve and it moved closer and closer to her bared cunny. She nibbled softly at his fingers and her tongue swam round their movements.
His lithe young body's muscles playing beneath his flesh, the boy rose to his knees and he slipped his fingers from her mouth. He dried his fingers on her pantaloons as he began to ease them down from her full hips. When he could see the thin line of pink along the center of her slit, he leaned forward. She inhaled deeply at the touch of his lips to her abdomen and her eyes partially opened.
Her eyes were glazed, much as they had been when he had been with her in the library. He kissed along the sides of her mound and she was again uncertain as to whether she was dreaming or not. His mouth touched her tender cunt lips and he began to kiss up and down her furrow. Her hands shifted on the sheets and slowly began to lift.
His tongue played in the palpitating humidity of her box and her hands touched against his head. She groaned softly as he began to draw his tongue up and down over her cunt lips and her hips rocked from side to side. His one hand continued to caress her breasts as the other lowered her pantaloons past her knees.
Her fingers curled in his hair and alternated between trying to pull him away from her pulsing nook and pressing his mouth even deeper. She wanted to sit up, but she could not find the energy. Waves of delicious heat with flarings of electricity went through her depths and her underbelly convulsed with sparkings of joy. The air was heavy with her scent and their bodies glowed with the light of the setting sun. Her moan wove round his hum and became clearer and clearer until it was a cry of rapture. Her body arched back and her loins embraced his face with her spendings as her cleave spasmed around his mouth. Her body shook the bed as she came.
As if with the fading of the light, her body began to ease down only to suddenly tense as his tongue impaled her in a new flurry. Again and again her body lifted to his tonguings and then was slowly lowered only to be thrust even higher. As the room darkened, his misted face lifted from the succulent shallow of her splay. His knees moved between hers and he aimed his stiff cock at the damp invitation of her box. Then, a hand fell upon his shoulder and another curled around his cock.
The boy looked around to see Ivan. Bart's eyes flickered and then regained their focus. He nodded as he closed his eyes for a moment and he took a deep breath before dropping his feet to the floor. His jaw muscles were tense and his breathing taunt as he moved toward the still open wall panel. Traci smiled at him, but his unreleased arousal was a pulsing throb within his cock and his mind. Behind him, Ivan was carrying a basin of water, a washcloth and a towel from the bathroom to the bed.
Traci lowered her face to Bart's and she kissed and licked Tiffany's juices from his cheeks and lips. He turned his mouth to hers and his lips twisted against hers as he gripped her hips. Her hands fluttered down his back to cup his buttocks and she dropped down to her knees before the boy. She caught the hard pillar of his sex with her lips and she began to hungrily mouth it. Clasping her head, he thrust his cock into her mouth and her fingernails indented his ass. She pulled her mouth back to the rim of his knob and he was unable to comprehend the lessening of his pleasure. With a smile, she straightened off her knees as she held the top of his shaft and his trunk was pressed between the lush globes of her bare tits.
His hands caught Traci's tits to work them against his throbbing tool as she moved up and down off her knees. His eyes closed to the silky caress of her breasts and to the sucking of her mouth. His lips pulled back from his teeth and he groaned with pleasure as her lips and tongue moved faster. His mouth widened as a shudder ran through him and his come was blasting through his prod, jerking it between her tits and then it was splashing into her mouth. Raptures spun his mind as she thirstily drank his jizm until the throbbings of his climax began to ease.
Slowly, Bart's shoulders sagged and a deep breath escaped him. Traci smiled as she stood. She had released his cock's head to let his juices pump out over the tops of her tits. She now took his face between her hands and moved it to her tits as she leaned forward. She guided his mouth from one nipple to the other and then to the translucent globules glimmering in her cleavage. His tongue moved over her breasts, coating itself with his spunk. Swaying off his knees, he swallowed as she straightened and they grinned at one another.
Oblivious to their actions and to Tiffany's happy sighs, Ivan had cleaned Tiffany's body before fully redressing her. He replaced the basin and then took the cloth and towel with him as he followed Traci and Bart into the corridor. The wood panel eased back into place and Tiffany was alone again.
A smile upon her lips, Tiffany snuggled happily against the bedding as she slipped back into deep sleep.
When she awoke, she was still smiling. She sat up and looked at the moonlight coming through the windows and then down at herself. She frowned with confusion. She recalled making love with Traci and that she had been nearly naked when she had fallen asleep. Why would Traci have dressed her, or was it that she had dreamed of their lovemaking? Then, she also remembered Bart going down on her and Ivan bathing her. Or was she just remembering another dream?
She stood up and shook her head in an effort to clear it. She was no longer ever certain about what century it was. Perhaps she really was a governess in the nineteenth century. She felt dizzy and started to sit back on the edge of the bed.
"Are you all right?" Bart's voice asked and she started with surprise before looking around without success to see where he was.
"I'm going mad," she murmured to herself.
"No, you aren't," the voice calmly assured her.
"Things attacking me in the maze, you�_"a boy�_"coming on to me, or my thinking you were."
"I'm no ordinary child, no innocent and I simply spoke to your longings," he replied and he began to hum again.
Gradually, the hum entered her awareness and she realized that she had heard it in the library before her "dream," and before she had awakened to his caresses on the bed.
"Do you remember now?" he asked and she nodded.
"You�_"you hypnotized me or something," she blurted.
"Or something," he chuckled.
"What�_"what else is going to happen to me tonight?"
"You can stay here and find out," he answered and there was a suggestion in his tone that he knew what would happen. "Perhaps nothing. Nice dull nothing," he laughed. "Want to stay here in your room?"
"No," she said softly.
"Then follow me," he said and the panel slid up to reveal him standing in the wavering light of candles.
She looked at him uncertainly. He was clothed. He turned and she reached out as if to call to him to wait. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her. She moved toward the opening and through it. He walked ahead of her and the panel slid shut behind them. She glanced back at the sound and when she looked back around she could no longer see him.
Then, she caught a glimpse of him ahead. His dark suit blended with the shadows, his hands being her only focal point in the damp darkness. The number of candles lessened until they were in utter darkness. She could not see him, nor hear his footsteps.
"Bart?" she called and she heard the unsteadiness of her voice.
There was no response and she felt her palms grow moist. She could see nothing but a dim flickering of shadows far ahead of her and they seemed to beckon her.
"Bart, please answer me," she pleaded and her voice echoed from along the stone passageway.
A breeze brushed her cheek and she gasped with surprise. She steadied herself and made herself continue along the passageway, her fingertips against the wall.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The darkness confused Tiffany's sense of time and she had no idea how long she had stumbled along in the twisting passage. Then, she saw a glimmer of light ahead and she moved toward it. Her feet moved faster as she saw that it came from around a bend in the corridor.
She turned the corner and came to a halt. Before her was another passage. Wider, it was brightly lit from beneath a shifting carpet of foglike mist. She stepped back from the curling wisps and her back touched a solid wall. She whirled around to find that the entrance had been silently closed.
She looked back at the mist. She had no choice now but to move through it. She braced herself and purposefully started forward with a tentative step into the undulating mist. Her skirt turned back on itself and she felt soft earth beneath the sole of her booted foot. She did not try to comprehend the source of the illumination, but continued on toward the next juncture in the corridor. She glanced back when she reached the halfway point and when she looked ahead again she saw a green hand rising from the mist.
The hand grasped the air before her and she stood petrified as it groped out toward her. It nearly touched the hem of her skirt and she remembered being pulled beneath the hedge. She started to move back only to find that another hand had sprouted behind her like some bizarre, mobile plant. Then, the first hand touched her skirt and she jerked back�_"into the grasp of the second hand.
The jade fingers closed on the bottom of her felt skirt and she pulled free only to have the first hand grip the skirt. The second hand grabbed hold again.
Turning, she gripped the top of her skirt and tried to pull it from the hands. The hands only inched higher and the forearms began to rise from the mist. Crying out with desperation, she reached out for the wall to balance herself and to frantically pull toward the end of the chamber. The felt skirt began to tear and part of the back shredded with the strain. Gasping, she realized that she was at least free for the moment from one of the hands. She stumbled and the rest of the skirt tore away as she fell forward onto one knee.
Up under her petticoats snaked the first hand and it gripped her lower thigh in a vicelike grip. The other hand grabbed the petticoats. She vainly sought to pull away. Two more hands plowed through the fog and toward her. Suddenly, her jaw tightened and she slashed out with her fingernails. She dug them into the hand that held her petticoats. It jerked away and the other loosened.
She lurched up and the second hand beneath her petticoats twisted its fingers in the cloth. She ripped at the fastenings and the lacy cloth fell away as she ran. Two of the green arms were lifted ahead of her and the top of a head. Red eyes glared from a hairless green head. She tried to run past.
The arms spread and she stopped, her breathing ragged. Slowly, the head and arms moved closer to her. Then, two of the other hands gripped her booted calves from behind and she knew that this was what had attacked her outside and that they meant to continue what one of them had started.
The press and pull spun her about as she tried to keep her feet and she was abruptly down on her hands and knees. Her calves were tightly held as her pantaloons were torn from her. She was naked from the waist to the tops of her cotton stockings. Mist swirled up between the thighs she sought to keep pressed together.
From under the arch of her raised torso came another pair of hands and they shredded her blouse from her. She pulled up and back and was on her knees. She felt a tongue or a cock on the back of one thigh. Hands gripped her by the hair and she was pulled further back so that her body was curved down to her knees and her cunt was thrust forward.
The hands began to pull her thighs away from one another. Other hands pulled her corset away and ripped off her chemise. A tongue or cock moved against her opened slit. She was naked but for the boots and stockings. Hands fondled her lush tits.
Her eyes blazing, she grabbed back between her legs and there was a cry of pain as her nails dug in. The hands at her calves opened and she lunged forward onto her feet, free. She stumbled to the end of the chamber and the mist and looked back. There was no sign of the hands, but only the mist. She looked down at herself and realized she was now as naked as when she first arrived at the castle.
She continued on and the next turn in the passageway brought her to a room lit by banks of candles along its walls. She felt relieved and more assured as a result of her combat. She looked at the hundreds of candles and started cautiously across the room. The candles shimmered brightly and gave her body and her hair a radiant glow. Wax curled down the thick shafts of the candles. She was tense with apprehension. But nothing happened and she moved into another chamber. At first, she thought it was floored with mirrors, but she realized that it was an enclosed pool.
She wondered what lurked beneath the surface of the pool. The green creatures? Or was this as innocent as the last chamber? She chewed at her lip, but to go back meant to return to the room floored with mist. Gripping the doorway, she slid one leg down into the water to try to test the depth, but she could not feel bottom. Straightening, she removed her boots and stockings. Carefully, she eased herself down into the water and her feet touched a solid bottom. The water was at the centers of her nipples as she moved forward. The depth made movement slow, so slow that she failed to notice at once the change in the water. Then, as her movements began to drag, she became aware that the liquid was solidifying, her body pushing it back as she continued forward.
She started to panic as the liquid grew firmer around her. Would it trap her? She forced the thought back and pressed on against the congealing substance. She felt it press against the shifting of her loins as she walked and it began to mold to her cleave.
Her progress became slower and slower and she had to drag her arms and legs through the embrace of the flooring. Three feet short of the darkened exit, she could move no further. The gelatin's hold was soothing and allowed for a sensation of floating as it molded itself to her body. It eased higher into her cunt and flickerings of arousal went through her.
She began to float to the pleasure filling her and she felt her breasts pop loose of the soft prison. She looked down to find that the invading softness was lifting her up from its hold. Her arms and shoulders free, she reached forward to take hand holds in the surface and she began to pull herself toward the darkened passageway ahead. The floor came free of her cunt and her legs slipped loose. She eased over the fluctuating material until her hands clasped the doorway. As she gripped it, the floor returned to its previous liquid state and her body suddenly sank back down into it.
She inhaled deeply to steady her breath and then the liquid began to congeal again. Quickly, she pulled herself out of it and onto the stone floor. She stood and the moisture was cool on her naked body.
Guardedly, she entered the shadows to be once again wrapped in darkness. A moment later, a portion of the wall slid away. Her eyes squinted against the light. Before her was a room much like her own. She stepped forward and the panel slid shut behind her.
Bart was leaning back against pillows on his bed, his hands behind his head. The light of a lamp sculpted his naked body with shadows.
"I've been waiting for you," he smiled.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tiffany stared at him with a mixture of awe and anger. Both of their bodies were tinted gold by the lamp.
"Where did you go? Why did you leave me?"
"I told you to follow me. I presumed you were behind me, or would catch up," he said with a charming smile.
"What about those green things? And that pool?" she demanded.
"Did you have trouble?"
"You don't think I just stripped away all my clothing for just the fun of it, do you?" she snapped.
"I'd rather hoped you were just anxious to join me," he grinned and she saw his already engorged cock stiffen to stand up from his loins. "Perhaps I should hum a spell again so you wouldn't have to take responsibility."
"Yes, you could do that," she nodded coolly.
"I'd rather you make love to me as well. You know, I didn't ball you before."
"You didn't? Why?" she asked with confusion.
"Even I have my secrets," he smiled. "Well, are you going back through the passageways?"
"No," she said.
"That leaves walking naked down the hallway to your room, which might be locked, or staying here."
"Bart... "
"And my bed is big enough for both of us," he smiled.
"What then?" she asked wearily.
"That's your choice, isn't it? You're mistress of the castle, after all."
"And your governess?"
"Yes," he said as his dark eyes stared into her golden eyes. "Come and teach me, Tiffany," his soft voice beckoned.
"Teach you? Isn't it the other way around?" she asked.
"But I'm a virgin, Tiffany, waiting for a teacher with experience."
"You're bullying me to do it."
"You don't desire me?"
"I... as you said, you're no ordinary boy."
"And you're no ordinary woman," he smiled.
Her eyes rested on his big erection.
"Come to me, Tiffany. Come with me," he beckoned and she began to move toward the bed. Her feet shifted on the fur carpeting and he extended his hand. She took it in hers and sat on the edge of the bed. "Take my cock, Tiffany," he whispered.
Hesitantly, she extended her fingers toward the rigid column and the backs of his fingers moved over her breasts, up to the nape of her neck. As her fingers curled around his shaft, he drew her mouth down to his. Her eyes closed as his tongue swam with hers and her grip hardened around his thick tool.
She felt the ripple of muscles as his slender body pressed against hers. Her breathing quickened as his long tongue curled and stretched with hers and her hand began to guide his hard tool into the damp pulsings of her box.
"Oh, Bart, ah... " she slurred happily.
"Yes," he murmured and his child's body arched up from her.
She gasped as his length slid out of her clutching sheath to the rim of his knob and then it thrust back fully up into her. She shook against him and her elbows pressed in against her sides as her hands gripped his slender waist. He moved his lips over the tops of her breasts and down to the burning of her nipples. His cock lifted outward again and plunged back, lifted and plunged, lifted, plunged, lifted, plunged.
"Oh, sweet heaven, yes," she groaned against the top of his head and her hands moved over his youthfully soft flesh as he lifted and plunged.
"I'm fucking you, Tiffany, fucking you," he whispered tightly, his words in rhythm with his lifting and plunging.
Her lips moved down to his face and he lifted his mouth to her enthusiastic tonguing. She rubbed her breasts against the top of his chest and twisted her nipples against him. Her hips thrust back as he plunged and drew back as he lifted. Her cunt tightened around him as he lifted and loosened as he plunged. Her hands spread against his back and pressed down to his ass. They groaned as they continued to kiss passionately and her apex flared with orgasms as he pulled and thrust the top of her shaft against her long clit.
"Do you like my prick in your cunt, dearest Tiffany?" he asked tightly and his movements continued their unrelenting fulfilling of her desires.
"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes, I love your prick in my cunt! Fuck me with it. Fuck me, boy! Fuck me with your man's cock! Fuck me!" she gasped as her cunt became a soft fist that opened and closed around the ebb and flow of his tool.
Her stomach muscles tightened till all the supple contours were in relief. Her shoulders pressed back and she pushed up off her elbows to rub her swollen tits against his body again.
His pacing grew more and more rapid, the lift and plunge becoming a single motion of his thick length within her tremoring nest. She could no longer control her body, but could only respond to the pistoning cock that unleashed her orgasms. Her body shook with the searing waves of ecstasy and her head lolled from side to side, basking in her joy even as her cunt and hips continued to move around and against him.
She cried out as the chain of her orgasms linked and merged into a blinding climax that blasted all thoughts from her mind and enveloped her body in a weightless free-fall. Her elbows slid out and she dropped onto her back.
When her eyes opened, she saw him still raised upon his straightened arms. He was smiling down at her. A drunken smile curled the corners of her mouth. She moved her hand down from the shallow of his throat to his chest and she rubbed his small nipples, then his stomach. Her hand met the union of their loins. He flexed his crotch muscles and she felt the subtle shifting of his cock within her. Her eyes almost closed as she savored the delicate shift-ings within his hypersensitive hold of her still excited cunny. His tool pulsated in rhythm with the pulsing of her clit. She kissed his nipples and his eyes eased closed as she began to tighten and loosen around the flexings. Slowly, his movements began to shift and her grippings began to shift also. Slowly, they began to move together. Their bodies began to move as one and their moans joined as the play of their bodies lifted them higher and higher into the rapturous glide toward ecstasy.
Their minds blurred with joy and their bodies trembled with pleasure. His cock began to jerk and her depths convulsed around him. His come flowed up into her like an undammed river. Her body tightened and pulled at him until the last of his juices were within her. They murmured as they rolled over and their mouths joined for a long kiss as their hearts continued to pound. They felt their mixed spendings against their thighs as their lips parted and both smiled with fulfillment "What debauchery is this?" a voice demanded and the sleeping Tiffany tried without success to place the voice. "Harlot!" the voice continued and the realization came to her that it was Ivan's voice as she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her and the boy lying naked together in the first light of dawn.
Blushing, she sat up and pulled the sheets across the front of her body. She did not know what to do, or to say.
CHAPTER NINE
"What debauchery is this?" Ivan angrily demanded again and she blushed. "Speak, slut!"
She moved her lips, but no words came. Beside her, the boy's smile greeted her from his pillow.
"Bart... " she pleaded.
"I'm afraid we've been found out, Miss Tiffany."
"But... "
"Enough of this prattle," Ivan snapped. "The count... I don't know how to tell him."
"No!" Tiffany heard herself cry out as she felt a sudden chill. "I�_"I mean, please don't."
"He will know how to deal with you. But... Ivan trailed off. "But how do I tell him the woman he trusted has defiled his son?"
"That does pose a problem," Bart nodded with a smile.
"How can you grin?" she demanded. "Aren't you afraid of your father's reaction?"
"I'm only a boy," he shrugged. "It appears that I'm the victim of this drama."
"Victim?" she asked incredulously.
"Dramas do tend to be fictions, of course," he nodded.
"You must be punished," Ivan said chillingly.
She looked from Bart to Ivan with confusion and apprehension.
"Ah, my sweet slut-nanny," Bart said with mock gravity. "You've at last found what you've been seeking."
Before she could grasp the extent of his meaning, Ivan was turning to open the hall door.
"Traci, come here!" Ivan called and his voice echoed down the hallway.
Her strawberry blond hair swinging, Traci stepped into the room. The sheet had slipped from Tiffany's hand and Traci's eyes moved from the jutting cones of her tits to her plumed cunny.
"What's happening?" Traci asked.
"We've a perverted whore as mistress of the household," he sneered and Traci nodded.
"What're you going to do, Ivan?" Bart asked as he casually sat up without any effort to cover his half-erect shaft's base or the light curlings of pubescent hair above it. "What?" he asked with a smile as Traci glanced down at the way the sheet curved over his thighs and lower shaft.
"I don't know," Ivan admitted.
"A sin of the flesh should be punished through the flesh. She is after all, a very good teacher and expelling her would be to no one's advantage," the boy reasoned.
"Such a woman is not fit to tend to you or your sister," Ivan protested.
"Perhaps. But how could you send her away without revealing her actions to my father?"
"Um, yes."
"I think she should have another opportunity to have our respect. Of course, she'll have to... earn it this time, and'll have to satisfy us... that she's repented. Yes, I'm afraid corporal punishment is the only answer," he said in an off-handed tone.
"You and Traci were fucking last night!" Tiffany cried out. "I mean, I saw you and you came to my room, Traci. And you, Bart, you tricked me into coming here."
"Enough of your nonsense!" Ivan boomed. "Think of the boy," he piously admonished her.
"But... " she faltered.
"You're being given a second chance, bitch. Do you wish to throw it away?"
"Come now, Tiffany," Bart said. "You know you've been looking forward to this."
She blinked, knowing the truth of his words, but wanting both to deny them and to flee them. Yet, she could do neither. She turned from Barfs pleasant expression to Ivan's angry look and to Trish's emotionless face.
"Clothe yourself," Ivan sneered and Tiffany saw that Traci had brought clothing from her rooms.
She nodded with downcast eyes and she slipped from the bed. The sun came through the window behind her to halo her naked body as she reached out toward Traci for her clothing. She glanced up when it was not offered.
"Say: 'Please, Miss Traci'," the woman's voice said stingingly.
Tiffany started at Traci's sternness and then she emptily repeated the words: "Please, Miss Traci."
"What repentance is that? You'll do better to take your situation with some gravity," Traci reprimanded.
"I�_"I'm sorry... Miss Tracy. Would you please allow me my clothing?" she asked and she felt alone and vulnerable and at their mercy.
"Have you no shame?" Traci snapped. "Standing there with no effort to cover your nakedness from the eyes of the young master and good Ivan!"
"But... Tiffany trailed off and she pressed one forearm over her breasts as she cupped one hand over the sperm-coated plume of her box.
"That's better, you wretched wench. You shan't expect only to have your hand slapped like some schoolgirl and be allowed to act the grand lady," Traci said as she stepped forward.
Tiffany kept her eyes down, an outcast turned upon by those she had slept with. Traci's fingers closed around her chin and pushed her face up.
"That I should have called you ma'am," Traci said with disgust and she thrust the clothing out at Tiffany.
Tiffany turned to stand in a corner of the room with her back turned and she began to dress.
"Such modesty," Ivan said mockingly.
"Oh, a lady to the end," Traci said cuttingly.
Slipping the green silk dress over her head, Tiffany caught sight of Bart still seated on the bed. He had raised one knee and the sheet had fully dropped from his semi-erect tool. She pulled her eyes away and buttoned the back of the dress.
"Still like to look at it, ay?" the boy asked with a chuckle.
"What's that?" Ivan asked.
"She was peeking at my cock."
Fully dressed, Tiffany could not make herself turn around. A hand gripped her arm and spun her about.
"Aiming to look at the young master's finery, ay?" Ivan demanded. "Well, have a look, then!"
He shoved her toward the bed with his grip on her arm and Bart stood up on the mattress. She tried not to look at the juncture of his thighs, which was but a few inches from her face.
"Aw, she's being a good girl now," Traci said mockingly.
Bart's cock curved up from the light curlings of his crotch toward her. She flinched, but Ivan would not let her move back. The soft lavender bulb caressed her cheek.
"But you liked him so well last night, Miss Tiffany," Bart teased.
Ivan's other hand gripped the back of her head and he turned her face toward Bart's prick. The movement caused her cheek to slide across his cock's head and the knob touched her upper lip, then her other cheek and it was again at her mouth.
"Kiss it and make it better," Ivan told her.
Trembling, Tiffany touched her lips to the tiny lips of Bart's tool and he thrust his hips forward to shove his cock into her mouth. She pulled back with surprise.
"Poor young master," Traci cooed as she moved forward. "His sweet, unsullied manhood plowing a furrow like hers."
Tiffany looked up to see Bart's prod resting on Traci's palm. Traci rubbed her cheek along its length as she tenderly kissed it as if it were an injured bird. How could they say such things to her and do what they were doing? How long would they prolong this form of foreplay? She could not stand the anticipation any longer.
Ivan spun her around and Traci's hand fell upon her back to rip the dress down to the top of her fanny and cloth buttons spilled to the floor. Ivan's hands gripped the top of the dress and he yanked it down below her breasts so that he could tear the chemise away from them.
"Very well then," he said and his palm burned against the plush cones of her breasts. "Ah, is my caress too rough? Very well, perhaps a woman's touch," he said and spun her around to face Traci.
Traci's long-nailed fingertips encircled the shell-pink rings of Tiffany's nipples and Tiffany inhaled sharply as Traci's hold tightened around them. Behind Traci, Ivan raised her skirt and petticoats and she felt him move under them to spread her thighs. The cloth dropped down over him as he stood between Traci's legs and his back pushed up against the backs of her thighs to seat her on his shoulders. Traci's fingers tightened as the back of his head shifted against her box and Tiffany murmured when they released the peaks of her breasts.
Tiffany saw Traci's look of pleasure as Ivan twisted his head back against her splay and then the woman was falling back onto the bed. Ivan appeared as the skirt and petticoats drew up over him and Tiffany saw that he was positioned to press his face into her lap. Instead, he gripped her around the thighs as if to toss her over his shoulder. She saw Traci give Bart a sisterly kiss on the cheek. Ivan tossed her over his shoulder and onto the bed and her head was between Traci's suddenly bared thighs. Traci's skirts fell over Tiffany's head and shoulders to cover her in scented darkness. And as she fell, Ivan turned to move between her thighs.
"Master Bart, since you've suffered most at her hands, have lost your virginity to her, perhaps you should take part in her disciplining."
"Yes, perhaps," Bart said.
The boy straddled her on his knees and his naked thighs pinioned her back as he pulled her skirt and petticoats up above her fanny. His fingers plucked the ribbon of her pantaloons loose and he pushed the linen down from the rounded cheeks of her ass.
Tiffany could feel the press of his prod against the cleft and upper cleavage of her tush. She felt Traci's hot thighs against her cheeks and the soft bush against her nose and mouth. She could smell the sweet scent of Traci's open furrow. She could not see Traci reach out to fondle Bart's cock as he lifted from her back, nor his backward grin as he stepped to the floor.
"I've need of a belt, Ivan," she heard him say and she felt Ivan shift as the youth took his heavy leather belt. "We'll take care of you, Tiffany," Bart promised and his voice had an almost paternal quality to it.
Tiffany heard the leather cut the air and the loud smack as it slapped across her ass. She jerked forward at the sting and found her gasping mouth pressed to Traci's cleave. She tried to pull back, but Ivan had moved forward with her to keep her there. Again the belt whistled through the air to curve against her uptilted ass cheeks. She moaned into the moist envelope of Traci's sex and tasted the honeyed nectar of her juices.
His cock standing out ramrod-hard, Bart raised his arm to pull the black snake of the belt back, and he threw his weight in a forward curve, rolling off the ball of his right foot to snap the leather against the quivering derriere of his governess. Tiffany murmured beneath Traci's skirt and Traci bit down on her lower lip as Tiffany's mouth twisted against her cunt lips.
Traci slid her blouse down from her full breasts to cup them firmly and she played them in her palms as she watched the belt connect Bart to Tiffany. Her shoulders flexed and drew up and she had a drowsy smile on her lips. Under the skirts, Tiffany tasted Traci's quiver and the trapped air was heavy with the woman's aroma. Tiffany's face was misted with perspiration.
Bart hooked his right foot between Ivan's thighs to playfully roll the arch of his bare foot against the crotch of the man's trousers. Smiling, he brought the leather down across the now glowing pink globes of Tiffany's fanny. Sweat glistened from his temples and upper lip. Her moans mixed with the sound of the leather's stinging kisses upon her backside. His arm growing heavy, he stepped back.
"Well, Miss Tiffany, do you see the error or your ways now?" he asked as he breathed deeply and he dropped the belt.
Traci returned her tits to her blouse and she and Ivan rolled Tiffany over onto her back. She pulled the cloth up to reveal Tiffany's damp face and her drugged expression. Tiffany squinted against the light. The air was cool upon her wet mouth and cheeks and she inhaled deeply. She nodded and her words were indistinct.
"I can't hear you!" Ivan snapped as he peered at her from between her thighs, which were supported by his shoulders.
"I�_"yes, I�_"I see," she gulped and she could still taste Traci's juices. "I'm sorry."
"Lies to escape her punishment," Traci sneered and she grabbed the firm cones of Tiffany's tits and she thrust her hips forward to push Tiffany's head forward till her chin was against her chest. "Here, taste what you had Master Bart taste," she said and she forced one of Tiffany's breasts high so that her nipple was against her lips.
Tiffany felt the softness of her flesh against her lips as she sucked her own nipple into her mouth. And she felt the pleasure of her own kiss go through her swollen tit. Reaching around her hips, Ivan took her hands and pressed them between his face and her boy.
"Use your fingers like you used the young master's cock," he told her as he pressed her fingers into the damp sleekness of her nook and her mind whirled at the joy she gave herself.
"This is what you'd have others do," Bart said as he gripped her ankles and he pulled her cunt against Ivan's face. "This and�_"" he added as he drew her legs further apart while raising her higher and Ivan's hands were spreading her nether cheeks.
Ivan moved back and she gasped as Bart lowered her onto Ivan's huge cock. She trembled as his bulbous knob pressed into her anus and then his thick length was burrowing up into her rectum. Her mouth widened and her hands tightened against her snatch.
"You'd have every entrance to your body crammed with flesh, wouldn't you?" Bart said as he let go of her ankles and he moved over the prone Ivan.
She was half-aware of the boy's words as Ivan bucked his prod higher into her. Bart's hands pressed down beside her hips and her eyes opened as she felt his big tool pressed into her nest. She cried out as he slid fully up into her pulsing depths, his dorsal vein and Ivan's pressing against either side of her sphincter and the thin membrane was taut as they filled her cunt and her ass with their engorged rods. One of her hands rubbed her clit against Bart's thrustings and the other squeezed one of her tits. Her hips rolled and twisted between theirs.
Traci raised up off her knees to move forward and she sat herself down against Tiffany's mouth. Ivan's hands moved over Tiffany's legs and ass. Bart stroked her long clit against the top of his tool and his other hand flowed over her taut belly. Traci's hands kneaded her breasts and pinched at her nipples. She groaned hoarsely as the carnal delirium grew within her, as her mind spun faster and faster and as her whole body rocked with orgasmic explosions and implosions. She stroked Traci's clit and cunt as she licked at them and her other hand caressed the woman's anal cleavage as one finger thrust within her anus.
The explosions and implosions came faster and faster. The blood roared in her ears. Her nose was filled with Traci's scent and her mouth with her taste. Her tits ached deliciously beneath the woman's hands. Her belly quivered under Bart's hand. Her bowels flared with heat as Ivan's cock twisted and pulled within her rectum. Her cunt shook with mind-blurring quakes as Barfs rod thrust and pulled. Her clit was a searing bolt between the boy's fingers and his man's cock. Her whole underbody and her depths merged into one mass of volcanic heat that was boiling hotter and hotter. Her orgasms blurred into a seemingly-endless stream of ecstasy. Then the implosions and explosions blended with the volcanic heat and sheer joy erupted throughout her, overwhelming her with raptures that blurred everything into a consuming culmination.
Ivan groaned as the wrenching tugs of her ass pulled his come from him and it hosed up into her depths. Bart moaned as the spasms of her cunt sent his spend gushing through his cock. Traci cried out as Tiffany's impassioned mouthings and fingerings set off her climax and their sounds of rapture blended with hers as they fell back gasping.
The four lay joyfully spent, unable to muster the energy to move and they languidly surrendered to the aftermath of their comings. The air was rich with the blended scents of their juices.
CHAPTER TEN
"This is my sister. Beatrice, this is our governess, Tiffany," Bart said later in the day.
They had sent Tiffany to her room and she had calmed herself but she still felt disoriented.
Tiffany looked down at the girl's pixie face with its framing of light blond hair. The dark-lashed eyes resembled her brother's and Jeff's. The girl's body was on the verge of flowering into a woman's body. The sparkling eyes moved over Tiffany's face and down the length of her body.
"I'm glad to meet you, Miss Tiffany, Bart's told me so much about you," the lilting voice said with an implication that she knew everything about Tiffany.
"Here," Traci said and Tiffany turned around to see her holding a dust cloth out to her. "The furniture needs polishing," she said coolly and sat down in a large, straight-backed chair.
Tiffany did not know what to do or say as the children stared at her innocently. Traci's expression was stern and Tiffany turned to do as she was told.
She kept her back to them for several minutes as she moved the cloth over the furniture and then she turned toward them. Her hand stopped as she saw Bart climbing into Traci's lap. Beatrice was sitting on the floor, playing with a doll. Bart pushed the two long braids of strawberry-blond hair back and he slipped one of Traci's firm tits from her blouse. He shifted his backside between her thighs as he stroked her nipple with his fingertips. He moved his hand to her other tit and he began sucking at the erect nipple.
"Bart," Tiffany said uncertainly. "Traci."
"Yes?" the woman asked with a pleasant smile as if unaware of what the boy was doing.
"Bart�_"he's... the girl?" she said in a near-whisper as she motioned toward the girl.
Beatrice looked around at her brother and the maid and she walked to them. Tiffany stared as the girl pulled herself up onto Traci's lap to take her other tit from the blouse and the girl began to suck on it. Smiling down at them, Traci gently patted their backs.
Holding the woman's rosy-pink nipple between her girlish lips, Beatrice looked down as she unbuttoned her brother's trousers and she drew his erect cock out. Both of them giggled against Traci's tits as the girl playfully fingered his tool.
"I don't understand," Tiffany stammered. "What am I supposed to do?" she asked, but they ignored her.
Considering her own actions, Tiffany found that she had no grounds on which to protest. Slowly, her hand began to move the cloth again. Bart's hand was up beneath Beatrice's skirt and she caught a glimpse of light blond down.
The brother and sister looked toward Tiffany and they dropped to the floor. They stared intently at her as they moved toward her and she shifted nervously. Traci was smiling warmly as she watched and she made no effort to cover her ripe breasts. Tiffany watched Bart's cock bobbing stiffly as he and Beatrice moved closer and she had to shift her head to keep them in sight as they parted.
"What�_"what're you doing?" she asked as they circled her.
"Don't you want to play tag with us, sweet bitch Tiffany?" Bart asked.
"No," she said as she turned to keep them in view.
They stood on either side of her, rocking back and forth off the balls of their feet. She looked from the innocent girl's face to the boy's big cock. Then, Bart lunged forward to grab at the sleeve of her blouse and it tore. He stepped back just as quickly. Having drawn back from the sudden attack and retreat, Tiffany stared at his smiling face and she momentarily forgot about the girl. Beatrice's hand caught at the back of the skirt to tear the buttons loose and the girl was back in place by the time Tiffany whirled around.
Beatrice smiled at Tiffany. As Tiffany reached back to hold up her skirt, Bart jumped forward to tear the front of her blouse open. She grabbed with her free hand to hold it closed as her eyes went to him. Suddenly, Tiffany turned toward Beatrice, but the girl was standing calmly in place and Bart took the opportunity to yank open the ribbons holding her petticoats up.
Her hair loose from the constant turning of her head, Tiffany tried to move back. Beatrice grabbed the back of her skirt and petticoats and jerked down.
Tiffany stumbled as the cloth was pulled from her grasp and the garments tangled around her knees. Breathing heavily, she grabbed for the skirts as she inched back from the brother and sister. She saw Ivan enter the room.
"Ivan," she pleaded.
"Hello, Tiffany. Good to see you and Beatrice are getting along," he smiled as he walked toward Traci.
She looked back toward Bart and Beatrice, but too late. They both grabbed her skirts and the cloth pulled down against her calves. She fell to one knee and her hands went out to brace herself.
As her hand left her blouse, it fell open and Bart tore the chemise from her breasts. She tried to crawl back, but Beatrice's hands yanked the skirts down and they pulled her knees out from under her, causing her to drop onto her side. Bart's hands shredded her pantaloons from her.
"Ah, such pretty brown hair, Miss Tiffany," Beatrice said as she looked at Tiffany's cunt and she lifted her skirts to show her thrust-forward mound with its gauze of soft down. "Do you think my pussy hair'll look as pretty someday?"
Tiffany stared with bewilderment at the plump, underslung mound that was like a continuation of the girl's firm stomach curve. Bart moved up silently behind her and he tumbled her over as he pulled her blouse from her shoulders. She now wore only her boots, stockings and lace-up corset. Beatrice fell between her thighs and anchored her with her weight.
"Do her titties taste as sweet as Traci's, Bart?" the girl asked.
"Yes and her quim is delicious," he grinned as he pinned Tiffany's shoulders. "Yours tastes wonderful too, Traci," he said.
"That's very sweet of you to say, Master Bart," Traci smiled.
"But your nipples are prettier," Beatrice told her.
"Thank you, Miss Beatrice."
Tiffany tried to get free, but the combined weight of the brother and sister had her pinned.
"Is this where you put your thing?" Beatrice asked Bart as she poked a finger into Tiffany's cleave.
"Or in here," he replied and he pressed his exposed cock into Tiffany's mouth.
"But won't she bite?" the girl asked as she played her fingers in Tiffany's nook.
"Oh, that can feel nice too," he grinned and he drew his now moist tool from Tiffany's mouth.
"She's getting all wet inside," Beatrice observed.
"Traci! Ivan! Help me, please," Tiffany called to them.
"Oh, surely you can make us both happy without help," Bart teased as he let his prod drift over her breasts.
"Um, she does taste good," Beatrice said as she withdrew her fingers to lick Tiffany's juices from them. "I want to taste her titties too."
"Please let me go!" Tiffany said and her voice was slurred with arousal.
The youths shifted around and kept her pinned until the girl was straddling Tiffany's face. Beatrice lowered her lips to one of Tiffany's erect nipples and she began to suck it as she lowered her pink slit toward Tiffany's mouth.
"Here, try it with this," Bart said as he dipped his fingers in Tiffany's furrow and he wiped her juices onto one breast.
Tiffany groaned as the girl began to lick Tiffany's juices from her swollen breast and Bart began to slide his cock up into her. The girl's sweet taste filled her mouth and she pressed her long tongue up into the pastel-pink cleave until she felt its tip press against Beatrice's hymen.
The girl's mouth moved down Tiffany's stomach until her lips and tongue were against Tiffany's long clit and her brother's thrusting cock. Tiffany twisted with pleasure as they accelerated her pleasures and the girl let go of her arms. She reached up and moved her hands over Beatrice's young ass cheeks and she sucked at the clit that was almost as long as her own.
Bart groaned and his cock began to jerk within Tiffany's box. She gasped as she felt him begin to slide out of her and his come gushed over her clit and into Beatrice's gulping mouth. The girl cried out as she came to Tiffany's excited mouthings and her tongue lapped her brother's spendings from Tiffany's burning clit. Tiffany's body bowed up beneath the girl as her orgasm reverberated through her. "My, but you've got the floor all sticky," Tiffany heard Ivan say and she opened her eyes to see him seated in the chair. Beatrice was licking and nibbling at his lower shaft while Traci sucked the top and his knob. Bart was sliding his rehardened tool into Traci's cunt from the back and Tiffany wondered how much time had passed. "Well, clean up the floor," Ivan said and nodded toward a bucket near the door.
Feeling dizzy, Tiffany slowly stood up. She looked at the four of them for a few moments and then staggered toward the bucket. It was filled with soapy water.
"A brush... or mop?" she asked vaguely.
"Oh, I'm sure you can think of a substitute," Ivan smiled.
She looked from the bucket to the smear of her and Bart's juices, which gleamed upon the floor and she lifted the bucket. Her legs steadier, she returned to the spot and put the bucket down as she went to her knees. She put her hand in the bucket and started to scoop some of the soapy water out on the moist spot.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to do that," Beatrice said and Tiffany looked up to see her standing beside her. "The flavors together are too delicious not to taste," the girl said pointedly and Tiffany looked down debatingly at the area of moistness. "Here, I'll give you a little incentive," the girl chuckled and she sat down on the other side of the area and lifted her skirt as she spread her thighs.
Tiffany stared at the damp, carnation pink furrow on the other side of her and Bart's spendings and she slowly lowered her face to the floor. Beatrice smiled as Tiffany stretched her long tongue out to begin licking up the juices. Her pink tongue slid against the polished mahogany floor and moved closer and closer to the pink of the girl's virginal nook.
Ivan slipped from the chair and began to walk sideways toward Tiffany and Beatrice. Continuing to suck on his big tool, Traci moved with him on all fours and Bart continued thrusting in and out of her cunt as he moved on his knees.
Tiffany's tongue was almost to the girl's plump mound when Ivan reached her side.
"A little added treat," he said as he drew his cock from Traci's mouth.
The girl moved five inches further from Tiffany's mouth as the huge prod began to jump and Ivan's come splashed on the floor in front of Tiffany's mouth and he shifted to move the thick brew almost to Beatrice's splay. Tiffany began to drink it down as she moved further ahead on her hands and knees.
As Tiffany swallowed the last of the warm fluid, Bart drew his tool from Traci as she and the girl kissed and Beatrice moved further back as he shot his load in front of Tiffany's mouth. Her breathing deep, Tiffany continued to move her chin against the floor and she added Bart's taste to Ivan's and the fading taste of her own and Bart's.
Beatrice moved aside and Traci took her place. The girl lay down atop Traci and the tops of their slits were together in front of Tiffany as they kissed and caressed. Her shoulder muscles pinching, Tiffany licked the last of the jizm and she pressed her mouth to their joined clits. They groaned as she sucked and licked both of them at the same time and the taste of their juices was added.
Tiffany caressed the girl's plumply rounded ass cheeks and Traci's pert cheeks as she flicked her tongue against their clits and she heard Bart and Ivan breathing heavily behind her. One of them caught her wrists and drew her hands back between her legs. Her tits pressed against the floor, she began to finger herself as Beatrice and Traci groaned with orgasms. Their hands pulled one hand further back and she began to slide her center finger in and out of the pink bud of her anus.
The girl and woman writhed and rolled from side to side as they came and they moved away from Tiffany's mouth as she shook in response to her own handiwork. Her chin against the floor and her tits rubbing against it, her ass was thrust high as she fingered her ass and cunt. She began to murmur with excitement as her depths began to expand and contract. She sucked at her tongue, savoring the mixture of the brother and sister and Traci's and Ivan's juices.
"Ah, I'm glad to see everyone's... getting along well," she dimly heard Jeff say and she blinked her glazed eyes open.
He was standing in the doorway and he looked at her with irritated curiosity. Her forming climax dissolved and she looked back. Traci was dusting the furniture, Bart was tending the fire and the brother and sister were reading a picture book. All four were clothed and they looked toward her with bewilderment as she pushed up onto her hands and knees.
"I... " she began, but she did not know what to say.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She had been a governed governess and a servant to the servants. Jeff looked at her with a shake of his head as she raised up onto her knees and she tried to cover herself with the remnants of her torn clothing.
"You're excused," Jeff told her. "Be dressed and ready to leave in an hour," he said and he and the children sat down in front of the fire, ignoring her.
Tiffany stood and tried to speak, but she could not She turned and went up to her room. She was trembling.
An hour later she was dressed and waiting and she had packed her bags. She felt that she had failed at playing the role assigned her and had let Jeff down.
There was a knock at the door and Traci opened it. Tiffany started to pick up her own bags.
"Leave those," Traci said and Tiffany felt a glimmer of hope that she was to be given another chance.
Jeff stood waiting for her downstairs and he motioned for her to follow him. They left the castle and silently moved down the hillside. The full moon lit the woods brightly. Ahead was a farmhouse. Jeff stopped and pointed toward a man piling cords of firewood next to a small barn.
"Get him to eat you," Jeff told her and she looked at him for a second before nodding and removing her pantaloons.
Feeling better, she moved down toward the man. He looked at her with surprise.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Uh, I wonder if�_"if you could help me?"
"If I can," he smiled.
"I'm afraid I've gotten lost and I'm overheated from walking," she said with sudden inspiration and she reached out to support herself against his shoulder.
"Here, sit down," he said and eased her down on the pile of logs. "I'll get my wife, and�_"" he began as he straightened, but she cut him off by grabbing his upper thigh as if for support.
"No, I�_"I'll be all right, if�_"if you could just stay with me for a moment," she said with pleading eyes.
"All right," he nodded and he went to one knee before her with a concerned expression.
"I think maybe I've twisted my leg," she said and drew her skirt above her knees. He stared as she turned her calf and foot. "Do you think I've got nice legs?" she asked casually.
"Uh, yes," he said with a nervous glance toward the farmhouse.
"I do too," she smiled and slid the skirt almost to the tops of her thighs and the man looked back to see her bare cunt.
The moonlight glinted from the fine hairs of her plume and from the dampness along her slit. He swallowed hard as he stared at her.
"Looks... good enough to eat?" she asked with a slight smile and he nodded.
Slowly, he looked up at her smile and he glanced toward the house again. Then, he pressed his mouth to her cleave and sucked the rich taste as he kissed her tender lips. She rubbed the top of her boot between his legs and she felt the stiffness of his cock. She murmured as his tongue began to dart up into her and his hands caressed her hips and thighs.
His tongue cupped the jewel of her clit and circled and sucked it. He moved one hand under his chin and he caressed her cunt lips. She sucked air with a murmur. His other hand pulled his pants open and worked his cock free. She gripped his head and she slipped to the dewy grass with him. She guided his mouth up to her belly and she slid down to kiss his chest.
He caressed her tits and ass cheeks and then he kissed her hard nipples as she stroked his thick length. He looked toward the house again.
"Do you want to go in�_"to the house?"
"No, it's just that my wife... " he murmured and he looked into her eyes. "No, I don't want to go," he smiled and he kissed her deeply.
Her fingers skimmed the hair of his sac and she gently rolled his balls in her palm. His pelvis jerked and he arched his hips toward hers. His hands squeezed her ass cheeks and his hard tool pressed up into her tremoring snatch. She gasped. His hand slid down from her tits to work her clit as he plunged into her. He groaned as she tightened and loosened her underbelly around him and he began to thrust faster.
They gripped each other tightly as their bodies rocked together, his cock throbbing, her cunt pulsing. They groaned into their kiss and their loins began to beat against one another's. Their breaths caught and his spend was jetting up into the convulsions of her depths as their minds were flooded with pleasure.
"Stefan!" a woman screamed. "Stefan, get off that slut!"
He looked up at his angry wife and Tiffany opened her eyes. The woman's body had the fluid lushness of a trained ballerina's. Her golden blond hair was cut in a short, boyish style that was brushed back from her forehead. Her golden brown eyes glared down at them.
"Uh, Felice... " he stammered as he raised up and Tiffany sat up.
"You bitch!" die woman shouted and she leapt at Tiffany.
Tiffany rolled to the side and grabbed the woman's wrists to keep her clawing fingernails back. They rolled over on the damp grass and their legs flashed. Tiffany shoved her back and scrambled to her feet. Felice eased up onto her hands and the balls of her feet. Wide-set, rounded breasts strained against her peasant blouse. She pushed forward to lunge at Tiffany and her hands clutched in her blouse. Tiffany slapped her and pulled back. The blouse tore.
Tiffany grabbed Felice's shoulders to turn her away and the peasant blouse shredded from her upper arms and tore away from the sculpted flow of the woman's back. Felice turned and Tiffany watched the blouse drop away from her firm tits with their rosy-pink areolas and the rounded studs of her nipples. Her pliant belly was contoured. She kicked out and her foot hooked around Tiffany's ankle. She pulled back and Tiffany stumbled back to one knee.
Felice rushed forward and one knee swung toward Tiffany's face, but Tiffany caught the woman's shapely calf. Tiffany rose and shoved the woman's leg upward. Felice's skirt billowed up from her tapering thighs and Tiffany gripped her skirt as she fell. The woman landed on her back and Tiffany jerked the skirt back. The garment tore to leave Felice in boots, mid-calf stockings and pantaloons. She kicked out and caught Tiffany in the stomach.
Tiffany fell back as the air was forced out of her, Felice turned as she rose and she clawed away Tiffany's chemise. Tiffany swung her legs against Felice's and the woman was knocked off her feet. They grappled as they rolled and they slapped and punched at one another. Tiffany's skirt tore and one stocking was pulled down below her knee. She clutched one of Felice's wide, rounded tits and the woman gasped. Felice ripped Tiffany's pantaloons away and her fingers curled for a moment in Tiffany's hair. Tiffany kneed her and started to pull away, but Felice pressed her widened mouth to one of Tiffany's conical tits and she bit down. Tiffany ripped Felice's pantaloons down and her fingers curled in the golden nest of the woman's muff. Felice's mouth opened from her tit as she cried out and Tiffany thrust her back and away.
Breathing raggedly, they both raised up onto their feet. Felice was naked but for her boots and short stockings. The remnants of Tiffany's skirt and petticoats hung in tatters from around her naked hips and her cunt was visible. Felice charged Tiffany and Tiffany side-stepped to swing the side of her booted foot against the lush, widening ovals of Felice's ass cheeks and the woman was sent forward to fall face down.
Tiffany leapt to pin Felice, but the woman rolled over and they grappled again. Their tits twisted together and their legs thrashed. One of Felice's feet caught in the tattered skirts and she kicked down to tear them fully away from Tiffany's hips. Both breathing deeply, they strained against one another. Their thighs slipped together and their cunts were together. Their eyes flickered. The plumed mound of Tiffany's snatch rubbed against Felice's low-slung mound with its covering of burnished gold curlings. Their lips parted. Their pressure lessened as they continued trying to get hold of one another and to break the hold of the other on their wrists.
"I... " Felice murmured.
"Yes," Tiffany whispered and she pressed her mouth to Felice's.
Stefan stood watching as their hands loosened and they embraced one another as their kiss deepened. Their legs curled together and their hips shifted as they rubbed their heated bodies in a sensual caressing. They rolled over and their hands moved over one another's bodies. Tiffany looked past Felice's shoulder and she saw Stefan staring down at them and she also saw that his exposed cock was again erect.
Tiffany's hands continued to caress Felice's ass as she drew the plush globes apart and the pink bud of her anus was revealed to Stefan's eyes. Smiling at Tiffany, he lowered himself and Felice gasped into Tiffany's mouth as he began to slide his still damp tool up into her backside. Felice looked into Tiffany's smiling eyes and she shifted her hips between his and Tiffany's as he slid fully up into her rectum.
His balls shifting against their joined slits, he cupped the outsides of their tits to rub them together as he churned his length within Felice's backside. The two women rubbed their clits together and Felice turned her head so that they could kiss. Their three tongues moved from one's mouth to the other's and the joined movement of their bodies began to quicken as flashings of joy went through the women's clits and his cock throbbed within the clutchings of Felice's fanny.
Felice writhed between them as she came and he drew his cock from her as they rolled onto their sides. Tiffany's eyes widened as she felt him slide up into her ass now and he tightened and loosened his stomach against their damp slits. Gasping, Felice slipped from between them and she watched their faces tighten with excitement. She rubbed his root and balls with one hand and she slid the center finger of her other hand up into his ass.
Tiffany murmured as his stomach rubbed against her long clit. Felice's finger found his prostate and his mouth opened wide as Tiffany's ass pulled tightly around his tool. His come broke free and he cried out hoarsely. Tiffany trembled as his jizm flooded her bowels and her orgasm erupted through her depths.
The three lay on the dewy grass under the full moon and their breathing began to ease a bit.
Shadows moved over them and Tiffany opened her eyes to see Bart, Beatrice, Traci and Ivan standing around her and the couple. They were smiling commandingly and she was wondering what they were going to have her do when there was a sudden cracking noise. All of them turned their heads and they saw Jeff. He held a long bull whip and he snapped it again.
"Get away from Tiffany," he warned and he snapped the black leather whip toward them.
Tiffany blinked in amazement and the other six scuttled and scurried quickly away from her. He walked toward Tiffany, with the moon highlighting his naked body. Tiffany's eyes moved from his big, erect cock to his darkly handsome face. He came to a stop and she looked up at him. Her hand touched the thick length of the whip and slid up it till she caressed his hand. Her hand shifted over to the thick length of his cock.
Sitting up, she moved her lips up the coiled leather, following the path of her hand and she moved them to his huge tool. She lovingly kissed the bulbous head as her fingers caressed the thick shaft and she began to suck at him.
She knew they were all watching and she glowed with pride to have witnesses to her mouthing of Jeff�_(tm)s prod. Her hands drifted over his heavily weighted sac and along his root as she took more and more of his long shaft into her mouth. Her tits rose and fell as she slid her mouth back and forth and his cockhead moved deeper and deeper into her throat. Her forearms stroked his thighs as her hands fondled his nuts and her fingers kneaded his root. She gurgled happily around his rigid cock as she finally managed to suck it all in and she heard his labored breathing.
"No, I want to fuck you, Tiffany, to come in your cunt," she heard him say and she blinked with delighted amazement.
Slowly, she drew her lips along his trunk as her tongue lapped at his dorsal vein and his cockhead came free of her mouth- She looked up with a dreamy smile at him and she slowly lowered herself to the grass before him. The moonlight gleamed from her opened slit and from his moistened rod.
From the corners of her eyes, she could see the others watching. Their cocks were hard, their slits damp and they caressed one another as they watched. Tiffany was overwhelmed that he had let her suck his cock before them all and that he was now going to make love to her before them. She was thrilled that he was going to publicly proclaim her desirability. Her heard pounded and her breathing was shallow.
The moonlight reflected from the bed of dewy grass to surround her with a shifting haze of light He stood between her long, shapely legs and he slowly drew the curl of the whip up along her calf, over her thigh and looped it over her loins. The caress of the leather brushed her tremoring lips and moved over her belly and her breasts. Her fingers curled around it and her lips parted so she could curl her tongue about it. She sucked at the thickness and she began to draw him down with her hold on it.
He went to one knee before the soft pink cleft of her sex and his hard cock moved toward it He ran the inside of his forearm over one hard nipple and he touched the base of the thick whip handle to her lips. Her eyes staring into his, she began to suck the leather column into her mouth and she tasted the moisture of his palm.
She trembled as she felt his cock ease down and into her. The damp silk of her nook flexed around his throbbing. Her hands caressed his shoulders and he touched his mouth to the pink rings of her nipples. She murmured as he drew the peaks of her tits into his mouth to wash them with his tongue and he sucked at them as he pulled back. They popped loose and her fanny squirmed against the grass. Her hips tilted up against his and she felt the firmness of his stomach against hers.
He slipped the whip from her mouth and a husky sigh was barely audible. He kissed her face and her hands moved down over his back. She felt the ripple of muscles beneath his flesh that was as soft as the boy's and she felt the tendons' hardness at the" base of his back. His lips met hers and his tongue flowed into her mouth. Her hands caressed and squeezed his buttocks and she felt them flex as he shifted his tool that was filling her with waves of exquisite pleasure.
She murmured around the quicksilver flow of his tongue as he lifted his hips in minute degrees to draw his shaft back. Her hands tightened around his ass cheeks as he drew back till only the rim of his knob nestled within the quiver of her lips. Then, he slid back up into her and drew back a little quicker, up and down and up and down even quicker till it was like a flashing of lightning moving within the roiling heat of her underbelly.
His body pressed tightly to hers as she arched up against him and she ground her breasts against the hardness of his chest. His spread hands moved down her back to the top of her fanny as he continued to move within her. She worked her hips against his and flexed her cunny around him as she matched his movements. Their tongues flailed while they nibbled and bit at each other's lips.
His forearms pressed against her upper back and his fingers curled in her hair as the writhings and squeezings of her body against and around his quickened the magnificent poundings of rapture flooding through him. Their ragged breaths merged around the dancing of their tongues.
Their lips parted and he pushed up onto straightened arms to raise himself higher against her. She moaned with ecstasy as his shaft ran up and down against the flaming nub of her clit. She gripped his sides as her shoulders pushed back and she gasped as he began to rock from side to side to play his trunk against her lips as well as her apex, and her depths contracted and expanded with orgasmic rushes of electric intensity.
She bit her lower lip as her eyes closed to the ecstasies. Her fingers slid down against his stomach and abdomen. His knees were sliding forward and his hands were again at the small of her back, but now they were lifting her. Sitting on his calves, he drew her up to sit upon him without breaking his rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she thrust up off her shoulders as she met the dives of his cock and her body arched up as his fingers flowed over her clit while his prod flashed beneath it His hands moved up her sides to lift her and her coiled legs tightened as she twisted and slammed her cunt against him. He pressed his mouth to her swollen tits and she curled her fingers in his hair as his tongue darted and licked at her nipples while his lips nurtured the burning within them. The arch of her body snapped back and forth, curving toward him and then away as the convulsions in her depths sent her into a joyous delirium.
She raised and dropped herself upon the rigid pole of his sex, her vaginal muscles tightened and they both groaned at the damp friction's sparkings. She moaned as she felt his knob rub deep within her, as his rod drew across the tip of her clit, which his fingers stroked. She arched her face high as she pressed her tits to his mouthings. He pressed his mouth into the peaks of her tits and she clutched the top of his head as she twisted and thrust around his rhythmic rise and fall. A staccato of orgasms went through her. He groaned at the blastings of pleasure going through his body and mind and his thighs twisted against the base of her ass cheeks.
She bent back, raised forward again, then bent back and each movement pulled her cunt's base against his dorsal vein and balls. He cupped her breasts together as he continued to kiss them and she jerked with another rapturous crest. Her body bucked on the pistoning length of his prick and her lips pulled back as she groaned from deep in her chest. Her eyebrows raised above her closed eyes and her face began to move from side to side as the swarmings within her recesses raced faster and faster.
He rolled them onto their sides and he thrust high to slide back in an elliptical move that he reversed when thrusting back in, his shaft skimming the whole of her lips and her clit, sliding against the wet heat of her channel. She looked up at him with blurred eyes and she jerked her hips upward to his entry and down with his exit. His hands squeezed her lush ass cheeks against one another and he pressed his fingers in toward the deep cleavage as he churned the globes toward her anus. Her flesh tingled hotly and her lungs burned with her ragged breathing. She saw his face tighten and his plunges became more insistent, his movement slower but deeper and his stomach muscles stood out in relief. Her eyes closed to the thundering contractions and expansions spreading out from her loins to her whole body.
His jaw muscles tightened, his lips parted and his forehead creased with the quaking that went up from his loins to blind his mind and she cried out as her mind also flashed with the searing blasts of joy. The sound of their breathing stopped as their breaths caught in their throats. Liquid fire went through them and they inhaled sharply against the constrictions of their throats. His back twisted. Her back arched up and down, up and down. Their hips jerked and turned against each other's. His hands gripped her hips. Her fingers indented his back. His come broke free and he writhed against her. His spasming rod leapt within her roiling depths and the convulsions and contractions crystallized into a reverberating, soaring peak of sheer ecstasy that was suddenly an ever widening expansion, floating her out into total bliss.
They lay gasping in one another's arms, their bodies twitching, as their juices blended within her. They murmured breathlessly as they drifted in the aftermath of their fulfillment.
She forced her eyes open and she smiled happily at him as she curled against him. His arms held her to him as she kissed him.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When he lifted her up in his arms, she saw that the others had gone, but she did not care. Her arms wrapped around his neck, she pressed her head to his chest as he carried her up through the woods to the castle.
He opened the heavy wooden door and they stepped into the candlelit main room. She was surprised to see the others all standing there and also to see that all were dressed in modern-day clothes. Without concern, she recalled that she and Jeff were both naked.
"Welcome back to the twentieth century," Jeff smiled.
"This is my sister Felice," Traci smiled as she put her arm around the young woman's shoulders.
"My uncle Ivan," Beatrice said as she motioned to him.
"And Stefan's name is really Bob," Jeff said and she blinked as he took his hands from his jacket pockets to reveal that they were green, triggering memories for her of the maze and of the foggy chamber in the passageway. "Bob's a film-maker and he's responsible for the special effects you witnessed," he told her and she began to understand about the cocklike tongues, the sprouting arms and hands and the gelatin pool. "And now Bob'll show us some of his work," he said as he set her down in a comfortable chair.
The lights went out and a projector whirred. She looked around, but she could not see the others and so she looked toward the images being shown on a screen nearby.
She stared with interest as she saw herself seated aboard Jeff's plane in her leathers and chains and she saw herself falling asleep. Two men came down the aisle of the plane and they removed the garb from her and their hard cocks from their pants. One sat down and seated her atop his cock and she watched as it slid up into her ass. Her sleeping face reflected her passion and the other man turned the next seat around to move it up against the one she and the man were atop. The second man placed his feet to either side of the other man's hips and he slid his cock up into her cunt. She twisted and jerked as she responded to the two big tools filling her.
The image faded out as she climaxed and the next image was of Bart using the map tube as a dildo on her in the library. The images came faster and she saw the boy coming between Traci's tits as Ivan bathed her sleeping body. Then, she was pleading for them to punish her and the film suddenly cut to her protesting Bart and Beatrice tearing her clothes away. There was another quick cut and she was fighting off the green hands and arms and then she was fighting back with Felice. There was another cut and she frowned.
She did not recognize the clothing she wore in the film. She was standing there in the main room and she held Jeff's bull whip. The modern-day boots were of black leather and they reached to just below her knees, the spike heels slender. Cut high on her hips, her black leather outfit exposed her cunt and her breasts and she wore high, matching gloves. She snapped the whip and the camera moved to Traci and Ivan as they had been when Bart and Beatrice had been pinning her. He and Traci jumped back. She swung the whip again and there was a shot of it ripping Traci's skirt from her body. She swung the whip and Traci was naked from the waist down. The whip lashed out again and Ivan's pants wore torn away from his cock.
She shifted to the chair as she watched herself sternly point to the floor in front of her. Traci and Ivan dropped to their knees and they both began to lick at her cunny. She snapped the whip again, and Beatrice climbed onto Ivan's shoulders so that she could kiss and caress Tiffany's breasts. Bart knelt behind her and began to kiss her fanny.
Tiffany squirmed with confused excitement, her questions about how they had gotten her to do the film without remembering now forgotten. She saw herself coming to their mouthings and the image lost focus. When it refocused, she was wearing a strap-on dildo and she knelt behind Ivan and then behind Bart as they fucked Beatrice and Traci's asses. The five came and the film ended.
She continued to stare into the darkness as she tried to adjust to seeing herself as the dominator, to seeing herself have others kneel before her to eat her. She started as hands touched her and her breath caught as a big phallus slid up into her cunt to fill her.
The lights gradually came up and she saw that a double-headed dildo had been strapped on her. It was like the one she had worn in the film. She looked up and saw the others looking toward her with expectant, almost cowering expressions. They were ah naked.
"You're in charge," Jeff said as he touched her shoulders and she looked up and back to see him smiling.
She looked back at the others and realized that she was in charge. She remembered Bart and Beatrice pinning her and remembering him, Traci and Ivan punishing her. A smile began to form on her lips.
"Come over here and suck my cock," she told Traci and she smiled over her words, overhearing herself use them. "Now!" she added and Traci moved forward to drop to her knees between Tiffany's.
Tiffany watched with fascination as Traci drew the big prod into her mouth and she murmured as she felt the half within her depths shift and bob. Her hands tightened against the arms of the chair and she thrust her hips toward Traci's suckling mouth.
"Bart! Beatrice! Come over here and lick my nipples!" she told them and the boy and girl moved to her side. "Softer," she murmured as they began to move their tongues over her erect nipples and she reached down to tug at Bart's cock and finger Beatrice's downy mound.
"Ivan, give me your belt!" she snapped and he pulled it from his discarded pants.
She took the thick leather belt from his hand and looped it as Traci continued to churn the prod in her while the brother and sister sucked at her tits. She drew one leg up and pressed her foot against Traci to shove the woman away and Traci's mouth slid off the phallus.
"Stand in front of me, Ivan," she said with a cunning smile, "with your back to me." He did so and she looked toward Bob. "Kneel down in front of him, Traci. Now, you cunt!" she warned and Traci moved quickly on all fours to kneel in front of Ivan. "No, bitch, with your ass toward him," Tiffany said with weary disdain and Traci turned to thrust her ass toward Ivan's stiff dong. "Now, shove your cock up her bung-hole," she told Ivan cheerfully.
Traci's hands tightened against the floor and her knees shifted as he pressed his cockhead into her anus. She moaned as he worked the thick length up into her rectum and her ass squirmed against his hips.
"That feel good, Ivan?" she asked pleasantly and he nodded. "Feel good to have your big wang shoved up her ass. Like it?"
"Yes," he nodded.
"Good," she smiled and she gripped his hips to pull him back, as the knob of her dildo pressed into his anus.
His mouth widened as her phallus worked up into his rectum and his hands held Traci tightly to him. Tiffany's eyes lidded as his movements shifted the other half of the rod within her.
"Oh, we've forgotten Bob," she said tightly as she thrust against Ivan's ass as he thrust against Traci's. "Bob, down on all fours with your ass to Traci's face," she directed and he obeyed. "Traci, pull his cock back and suck on it," she said and Traci's head went down and her neck arched so that she could do it. "Very good," Tiffany nodded and she swung the belt out over them to snap it against Bob's raised ass.
Bob groaned as the belt snapped against his buttocks and Traci sucked at his cock. Traci groaned around his tool as Ivan's twisted in her ass and Ivan gasped as her ass tightened around him while Tiffany's dildo rubbed against his prostate. Bart and Beatrice gurgled happily against Tiffany's tits as his prick spasmed in her left hand while Beatrice's nook quaked around her own hand.
Tiffany looked over at Beatrice and she looped her arm over the girl's shoulder to bring the belt down against her plump tush. Beatrice gasped against her tit. Ivan groaned as his prostate gave way to the strokings of her dildo and his cock jerked within Traci's ass as his come rushed up into her. Traci cried out around Bob's cock and he began to hose his spend down her throat as Ivan's went up her ass. Feeling Bart's tool begin to spasm, Tiffany angled it so that his jizm splashed over her belly.
She shoved against Ivan and he and the others dropped forward like a row of dominoes. Bart sank to the floor as she moved her hand from his rod to Beatrice's head and she guided the girl's head to the puddle of his come clinging to her stomach.
Beatrice's tongue licked at her belly as Tiffany looked at the others with a pleased look. She was delighted to find that she could so thoroughly enjoy both sides and could be both dominated and dominator.
"Take this and shove it up your sister's ass," she told Bart as she motioned toward the dildo and she murmured as he slid half of the long, double-knobbed rod from her slit.
Beatrice's eyes lifted to follow the dildo as she continued licking up his juices and she followed the trail down into the top of Tiffany's slit. She gurgled happily against Tiffany's long clit as her brother slid the phallus up into her backside. Tiffany stood up and Beatrice shifted to keep her mouth at the woman's apex.
"Come and lie under me," she said to Bob as she kicked the chair back.
His tool half-erect, Bob stood up and moved around behind Tiffany so that he could stretch out on his back. Straddling his hips, Tiffany looked down at his cock as it began to harden and she eased herself down upon it. Her mouth opened as it moved up into her rectum and her ass cheeks shifted against Bob's hips as her sphincter muscles tightened around his thick shaft.
"Ivan, put yours in my cunt," she murmured and he rolled over to push himself up between her legs.
Ivan's huge prod squeezed up into her nook and she was between him and Bob with their tools engorging her depths. She murmured as they shifted their lengths within her and she felt their balls against the base of her fanny.
"Beatrice, sit down over me so Ivan can eat you," she directed and the girl knelt over the top of her stomach. "Bart, fuck my tits," she told him and he straddled her with his back toward his sister. "And put your bung-hole to your sis's," she smiled up at him as he started to slide his rod between her breasts and he blinked at her.
Lubricated with Tiffany's juices, the phallus worked up into Bart's ass and the other end moved within Beatrice's as the girl's nook quivered against Ivan's mouthings. Bart's tool jumped between her tits as his ass met Beatrice's and the brother and sister began to twist their buttocks against one another's.
"And what shall we do with you, Felice?" Tiffany said as she noted the woman's look of rejection over having been left out. "Well, why don't you jerk yourself off," she chuckled and Felice reluctantly began to finger her own slit.
Tiffany moaned within the sandwich as Bob and Ivan's rods churned the heat filling her depths. The boy kneaded her tits around his tool as he and Beatrice anally shared the dildo and Ivan sucked the girl's clit.
"Faster," Tiffany told Ivan. "Slower," she told Bob. "Harder," she told Bart and the three cocks moved to her orders.
"Poor, poor Felice," Tiffany gurgled as orgasms rippled through her bowels and cunt. "Come on over and let Beatrice eat your pussy."
Her legs shaky, Felice straddled Ivan and the girl pressed her mouth into the golden nest of her loins. Felice caressed the girl's head and her fanny tightened as Beatrice focused on her clit.
Tiffany writhed happily as their bodies moved within and against her and with one another's as she directed. Smiling drunkenly with the orgasmic rushes going through her, she looked toward Jeff and she held her hand out toward him.
He smiled and moved to stand with his toes against her shoulders. She looked up at his erect cock and she stretched her hands up toward it. He went down to his knees and her arms shifted to behind his legs as his tool descended into her open mouth.
Gripping his hips, she aligned her mouth and throat and began to take in his cock. He murmured with pleasure as her tongue washed over his knob and shaft and her cheeks pulled in along the sides of his trunk as his cockhead bobbed in her throat. Her body twitched and turned between Bob's and Ivan's rods and her tits heaved around Bart's. Jeff had come to her beckoning and now his prick was jumping within her sucking mouth. She was causing his tool and those within her to spasm, as was Bart's. Their come was gushing due to her and Felice and Beatrice were coming due to her directions. And Traci was acting as the audience to their ecstasies, to their obedience to her directions, to Jeff's cock gushing within her mouth and throat. Felice swallowed deeply as her body jumped and pulled within the grouping of their bodies and her orgasms flooded her brain with bliss.
Their bodies writhed around her and jumped with their climaxes. Jeff sat back with the crown of her head against his balls and she smiled happily up at him.
"Traci," Tiffany called breathlessly as the others went limp around her. "Traci, come and clean the jizm up," she directed with a grin and Jeff leaned down to kiss her deeply.
Their tongues played around the taste of his spendings and she caressed his sides as he cupped her breasts. Their lips parted and they watched Traci lick Bart's spend from her breasts, Ivan's from his tool and Tiffany's quim, Bob's from her fanny, Felice's from Beatrice's mouth and the girl's from Ivan's mouth.
"You can't have Jeff's," she told Traci as she started to kiss her, "but there is the floor," she pointed out as she recalled tonguing up their juices from the dark wood.
Traci slowly nodded and her tongue began to lap at the damp areas on the floor.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Having fallen asleep in Jeff's arms, Tiffany awoke to find herself in the back of his moving car. It was snowing outside and she lifted her head from the back of the seat, looking at Jeff. A woman sat upon his hips and she bounced upon his cock as they kissed. They were as naked as Tiffany.
The Rolls came to a stop and Jeff looked over at her. The chauffeur opened her door and she looked out as the chill air touched her naked flesh. The area seemed totally deserted.
"I've a little time left from you," Jeff said, as he continued to thrust his tool in the big-breasted woman's hairless cunt. "Perhaps I'll eventually collect, perhaps not," he shrugged and he began to kiss the woman's ripe breasts.
"I'm getting cold," the woman complained.
"Shut the door after you, won't you?" Jeff smiled pleasantly as he looked up and he began to tongue the woman's inverted nipples.
Tiffany shook her head as his meaning came through and she looked out at the chauffeur's impatient expression. Slowly, she stepped out and he handed her the boots she had worn in the film. She stared at them as she recalled the scene of her whipping the clothes from the others and the car doors closed behind her.
She turned and looked through the fogged windows to see the woman's body arching back from Jeff�_(tm)s as she came. Her feet cold, Tiffany slipped into the boots as she watched the woman slide off Jeff's cock. She stared with envy as the woman licked her juices from his tool and as his juices began to fountain out the woman drank them down. Neither seemed aware of her presence.
The car engine started and the car turned around to drive away. Tiffany stared until the Rolls was lost from sight in the falling snow and she rubbed at her upper arms as she hunched her shoulders against the cold.
She wondered what was going to happen now. She could not believe that Jeff was going to actually leave her out in the middle of nowhere when it was snowing. She knew that his remarks about the time with her due him were calculated to keep her always a bit expectant and she knew that she would be. But the borders of dream and reality, and the division between dominator and dominated were no longer clear.
Her nipples stung with the cold and goosebumps covered her. Just as she began to think that Jeff had gone mad and that she had been truly deserted to search for shelter, she heard a noise. She looked around and she saw a car coming toward her. She smiled, thinking Jeff was returning, but it was not his car. She wondered if it was someone else from the castle, someone she had not met, or maybe even a total stranger.
The car slowed and came to a stop a few feet from her. There was movement in the auto and she moved cautiously toward it. There was no one behind the wheel and she frowned with confusion for a moment before realizing that the movement must have been the driver going over into the back seat. She went to one of the rear doors and peered through the fogged glass.
Her jaw quivering with the cold, her mouth opened wide as she stared with disbelief at Phil and Gil Fargo, the twins who had satisfied her cravings for mastery after her disastrous marriage. She had served their bodies and wishes and they had become the twin embodiment of her desires. She had surrendered her choice of with whom, how and where to their will, free to terminate the relationship whenever she wished and with the understanding that they would not cause her any true harm, nor call on her to do anyone harm.
About eighteen years old now, they were identically handsome in a boyishly rugged way. They had swimmers' lithe builds and their bodies were well-tanned. Neither seemed aware of Tiffany's presence. A sixteen-year-old girl was stretched out across their laps. Her hips rocked upon one as her cunt clutched at the cock imbedded in her snatch and her mouth sucked at the twin of it. Tiffany forgot about the cold as her body began to warm to the sight and as she remembered the adventures the brothers had devised for her.
The teenage girl's mouth moved up and down the immense shaft of the one twin as she twisted her cunt around the other's and the twin caressed the high, full cheeks of her ass as she ground the wide, rounded globes of her tits against the thigh of the other twin.
The twins had decided that Tiffany was growing too dependent upon them and had directed her to go out on her own. They had told her that they would keep track of her and contact her when they thought the time was right. She was thrilled by the thought that this was that time. As all the lovers Jeff had caused her to be with had been vehicles for her to direct her passions to him, vehicles for her to seek to give him pleasure through, so Jeff himself had always remained a vehicle by which she directed her lovemaking to the twins.
The girl twisted and bucked upon them and she gulped furiously as the one twin came in her mouth and she vibrated with the tension of her muscles as the other came in her cunt. The brothers' heads dropped back as the girl went limp upon them and all three had their eyes closed. Uncertainly, Tiffany rapped on the glass and the brother closest to her opened his eyes.
"Why, hello, Tiffany," he said pleasantly as he lowered the window. "How've you been doing?"
"Fine," she said and was unable to repress her smile over Gil's deadpan delivery.
"Well, invite her in," Phil said and Gil opened the door.
She slipped into the warmth of the heated car and sat beside Gil.
"This is a friend of ours, Francine," Phil said as the girl raised her head from Gil's no longer stiff but still large tool.
"Nice to meet you," the blond, petite girl nodded.
"Nice to meet you," Tiffany smiled.
Tiffany remembered another girl, one who they had shared her with in private and in public. She remembered their cocks in her cunt, mouth, ass, hands, between her tits, behind her knees, between her arms and sides, between her feet, sometimes with both in her at the same time and sometimes with both in her mouth or cunt together. She wondered if they still had their big Alsatian.
"Well, would you like to rejoin us?" Gil asked.
"Oh, yes," she nodded joyfully, her feelings for them still as deep as ever.
"It won't be the same, of course," Phil said gravely and she looked at him with hurt alarm. "We've been keeping an eye on you, as we promised and... you'll have to be a partner now," he smiled.
"Yes," Gil grinned, "no more of just you getting spanked or whatever. You'll have to do some work too. No more lounging about doing as you're told, getting fucked by whole groups, being made to do bizarre things�_"at least, not all the time. You'll have to come up with adventures, do some fucking and spanking, give some directions."
"Yes," she nodded with a delighted smile. "Yes, I'd love that."
"Well, we've got Francine here," Phil said with a nod. "We haven't done much with her yet."
"Lean back against the front seat," Gil told the girl and she did so. "What do you think of her looks?" he asked Tiffany.
She looked at the golden-brown tan of the girl's body, the untanned areas that a brief bikini had covered looking vulnerable. Her puckered nipples tapered out from the small, pinkish-tan discs of the areolas that capped her tits, which were big in their width. Her firm belly was defined at the out-sides and center and her navel was shallow. Her hips were a degree wide, her legs shapely. The sable floss of her triangular muff covered her full mound, which thrust forward and down with the curve of her young torso. Her limpid black eyes watched them as they inspected her, her lids full and her lashes dark. Her upper lip furled up from pearly teeth and the full lower Up had a light shallow at its center.
"Not bad," Tiffany nodded. "Turn around," she told the girl and Francine looked uncertainly from her to the twins, but they said nothing.
Tiffany's look was stern and the girl turned to lean over the top of the front seat. Her ass thrust back prominently and the rounded globes had a wide V cleft.
"Spread your cheeks," Tiffany directed and the girl glanced back over her shoulder with wide eyes. "Now," Tiffany said with weary impatience.
The girl's hands clasped the rounded cheeks and pulled them apart to reveal the rosy pink bud of her anus and the base of her nook was visible below that. "Does she get off on any particular kind of action?" Tiffany asked as she gripped the girl's arm and she turned her as she pulled down and the girl dropped to her knees between her legs. "Eat me," she said in an off-handed manner to the stunned girl. "I want to find out if you have any talent," she said and the girl slowly nodded.
"Um, she likes exhibitionism a lot, as you've apparently guessed," Phil smiled as the girl began to lick at Tiffany's sht. "And a bit of spanking with the hand."
"Actually," Gil said as he caressed one of Tiffany's ripe tits, "we've got a more promising prospect lined up." The girl's eyes opened and she looked at them with almost tearful rejection.
"Oh, I think we can probably find room for the little bitch to keep busy," Tiffany said with a note of charity as she reached into the youths' laps to caress their big, stiffening prods.
"If you want," Gil shrugged.
"She any good at giving head to a woman?" Phil asked as his eyes lidded to Tiffany's knowing and enthusiastic handiwork.
"Passable," Tiffany said with a slightly slurred voice, "but with practice... what's this prospect like?"
"Oh, she reminds me a bit of you when we first met," Phil said and he began to caress her other breast.
"Really?"
"Yes, all screwed-up with guilt and ripe for some creep that doesn't really like women to take advantage of and hurt."
"From experience, I'd say she'd benefit from meeting us," Tiffany murmured as they kissed her nipples and the girl licked at her clit and she stroked their cocks as she caressed the girl's furrow with the arch of her booted foot. "Here," she murmured as their rods began to flex in her hands and she directed them forward so that she could aim their gushings of thick spend toward her clit and the girl's mouth.
Francine licked and sucked energetically as the warm spend flowed against her lips and she swallowed as fast as she could. Tiffany's hand tightened and she cried out with ecstasy as her clit flared with rapturous heat beneath the girl's tongue and the warm flow of the twins' juices.
She and the twins sank back against the seat as Francine continued to drink the mixture of their spendings.
"Have you met this woman yet?" Tiffany asked breathlessly as she hugged the brothers to her and they kissed the sides of her face.
"Yes, we did some carpentry work for her. She lives with an older brother that's a puritanical tyrant and his equally up-tight wife," Gil whispered in her ear. "They treat her like a slave, keep her filled with guilt and make sure she doesn't have any fun."
"Any room for outside contacts?" she asked as she stroked Francine's flaxen hair and she cupped the girl's face in her hands.
"Nothing," Gil said as she drew Francine up against her.
"Could be tricky," Phil nodded as he and his brother began to caress the kneeling girl's fanny.
"I could be a door-to-door saleswoman," Tiffany suggested between kisses to the girl's face, "or perhaps seduce the brother."
"Not bad," Gil agreed as she kissed Francine deeply. "Doesn't my cunny taste good?" she smiled at the girl and the blushing girl nodded energetically. "Or maybe we could have Francine here make herself useful."
"How?" the girl asked in a whisper as Gil knelt behind her and she hugged Tiffany tightly as he began to move his cock up into her ass.
"I was thinking that we could have you dress up to look even younger than you look now," Tiffany smiled as she shifted to let Phil move in front of the girl so that he could slide the twin of the prod in her tush up into her box. "When we're sure the brother and sister-in-law are out, you could go by selling school raffle tickets, or cookies. Your task would be to get the woman to get it on with you."
"Me?" the girl gasped as the two big cocks moved within her rectum and cunt.
"Yes, or we'd have to... not spank your sweet little ass," Tiffany laughed, "or something you wouldn't care for."
"I�_"I'll do my very best," Francine promised as she groaned with pleasure.
"Yes and I�_(tm)ll be your outraged sister or mother who just happens to come by looking for you and catches the terrible woman taking advantage of you," Tiffany murmured as the three leaned toward her so that they could all three kiss her cunt. "That�_"that sound good?" she murmured as their three tongues flowed within her slit and over her long clit.
"Very," one of the twins murmured against the tremoring heat of her cleave.
She leaned back and rocked from side to side as their mouthings drew orgasm after orgasm from her. Her mind spun faster and faster and she screamed with an overwhelming implosion-explosion of climactic rapture.
"So good," she murmured, "so good to be back with you, back with... "
"Good to have you back," the twins smiled from her loins and she stroked the heads resting on her thighs and the girl's head, which was against her cunt as the brothers continued moving their tools within her.
"Something for you�_"in the front seat," Gil said in a strained voice as the girl's tight ass yanked at his throbbing tool.
Groggy with pleasure, Tiffany leaned over them and lifted a chauffeur's hat, jacket and gloves from the front seat.
"You've got the boots already and the pants... " Phil said with a drugged smile as Francine's cunt spasmed around his column.
"At the wheel," Tiffany nodded with a grin as she put the cap on and she slipped into the silk-lined jacket that slid pleasurably against her tits, "Where to?" she asked as she put on the gloves and she got out to get in behind the wheel.
"Where�_"wherever you�_"want," Gil groaned as the girl's climaxing body pulled his come from him and he gasped as his spend rushed up into her ass.
Tiffany adjusted the rearview mirror to watch Phil's face as his rod hosed up into Francine's snatch and the three collapsed with carnal fatigue as she started the engine.
"Have you tried getting both of your cocks in her pussy at the same time?" she asked as she drove, and she shifted her naked fanny and thighs against the grained leather of the seat.
"Both?" Francine murmured with widening eyes.
"A front-seat driver," Phil laughed.
"Well, I don't know about her, but when we stop to fill up, I want to fill-up," Tiffany grinned at them via the mirror. She looked forward to that and to sharing their adventures with Francine, the woman with the domineering brother and all those that would follow. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
They passed a truck and the driver looked down with amazement at her exposed cunt and legs and at the three naked youths in the back seat.
"Driving me crazy too," she laughed as she waved back at the truck, "wonderfully crazy."
