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The Book Ch. 01

By: CLARK_HANSON



Alice Scott was the 35 years old wife of the vicar of St. Aden's, a parish on the edge of a northern English market town. Her husband, Edwin was 40 years old and in the early years of their ten-year marriage, he had excited her with his near heretical approach to his work. He came from a long line of clerics and as he matured, was metamorphosing into the archetypal country vicar. Gone had his enthusiasm for the unconventional mould-breaking pastoral care - which had not gone down well with the church hierarchy – that had probably scuppered his potential for promotion. He had retreated into the conventional ways of administering to the parish; he was just going through the motions.

Alice on the other hand was still fired with that initial excitement and was getting increasingly frustrated at Edwin's lack of fire. This had begun to affect their enjoyment of the private parts of the marriage. Poor Edwin was loosing his libido and Alice was finding that hers was getting stronger. She was a faithful partner to her man and had never even thought of, never mind looked at another. She was however, aware that something was missing from her life, particularly her sex life. She knew that something had to be done.

What she did was what many intelligent women had done in her situation, she looked for a distraction and she found it at the local library. They had wanted an assistant librarian to fill in for the incumbent's maternity leave. She had a degree in English Literature and walked straight into the job. Edwin was not comfortable with the situation, he had got used to her always being at home and found the vicarage uncomfortable in her absence. The extra income on top of his meagre stipend helped their stretched finances and he was somewhat mollified after a few weeks into the job.

The distraction worked. Their home life if not their love life became more comfortable. The widening of Alice's social circle outside of the claustrophobic world of the church's close knit community had given her extra energy. She was again enjoying the simple act of living. They would have animated discussions about their respective days over dinner each evening. The worries that Alice had had about their love life had for the while at least been relegated to the deeper recesses of her mind. This being helped by Edwin's positive responses to her occasional requests for lovemaking, but it was she initiating the act, he was becoming almost timid toward her.

Over the weeks at the library, Alice became friendly with the head librarian, Diane. Diane was a tall statuesque brunette. She always dressed to work in expensive business two-piece suits, sometimes with trousers, usually a skirt always knee length. Her hair was always in a bun or French pleat ("its more practical for work") and she invariably wore heels – very high (to Alice) heels. Alice was in awe of this imposing woman. She could not afford to dress so well, usually coming to work in blouse and jeans or slacks, occasionally a skirt.

What Alice was not yet aware of was that Diane, although married to a Doctor who practised in the next town was decidedly bisexual. Moreover, she was strongly attracted to Alice, who in her naivety had not picked up on the subtle seduction that Diane was attempting. Diane was a hedonist and the possibility of making love to a vicar's wife was acting like an aphrodisiac. 

Diane slowly worked her charm on Alice like a cat stalking its prey. They started having lunch once a week at the local pub. On these days Diane would wear a shorter skirt and her blouse would invariably exhibit more cleavage than usual. She would sit so that Alice was able to see her legs and was constantly opening and closing them, trying to attract Alice's attention.

Alice, blissfully unaware of the trap she was drifting into, enjoyed the company of this entrancing woman. She arranged for Diane and her doctor husband to have dinner with Edwin and her at the vicarage. Alice enjoyed cooking and could be quite inventive with her menus. The evening was a splendid success with the four of them becoming firm friends.

One of the jobs that had to be done at the library was to read through and pass books for general readership. The library management delegated this to the branches to spread the load. The few books considered unsuitable, usually because of sexual content were referred back for a committee decision. About five or six books had been sent to Diane for this purpose and one was by an author that Diane particularly enjoyed reading. It was lesbian erotica and Diane saw the chance of accelerating her seduction of Alice. She scanned the book and was sure it would stimulate what she knew to be a sexy, but frustrated woman. She slipped it between two of the others and as they left work on the Friday evening she asked Alice to read them over the following week and let know if she had a problem with them.

Alice had taken the books without a second glance. She had performed this task for Diane before and now and then, she could enjoy the odd gem amongst what to her was mainly dross. That night while Edwin was attending a confirmation class. She read the first book and within thirty minutes had become bored with the poor plot. She quickly scanned the rest of the book and not finding any contravening material, leaned over to exchange the book for that which Diane had laid as bait.

She had come across lesbian literature carrying out this task before, but those books had been romance novels not erotica. This as she was to find out, was a whole different ball game. The first couple of chapters were innocuous enough, establishing the theme and introducing some of the characters. However, the way this was written was different and Alice found herself being drawn in to the story in the way that any good writing does.

It concerned the wife of a diplomat who was being sent to Washington. Apart from the skill of the author, the parallels of the diplomat and wife's relationship with her own marriage soon had her enthralled. Once settled in the American capital, the wife's frustrations begin to surface, her husband is either a workaholic or he has a mistress. Either way up, he is never to be seen at home. At an embassy party she meets a high-ranking lady Senator who recognises the lady's problem and successfully attempts a seduction. Alice is only half into the seduction scene when she realises what she is reading and puts the book down. 'That is for the banned box' she mused as she got up to make herself a drink. Her lunches in the pub have given her a taste for dry white whine and she now kept a bottle in the fridge. 

As she stood in the kitchen pouring the wine into a glass, she realised that her panties were soaked. 'Oh my God' she thought, 'I'm aroused! It can't be the book, can it?' She walked back into the lounge and stood by her chair staring at the book. It looked so innocuous led there with its plain cover, just like the first couple of chapters. But that seduction and the foul language were something that she had never come across before. Most of the "foul" words she had never – in her sheltered life – seen or heard before.

She slowly sat down and sipped her drink, all the while her eyes never left the book. She was about to pick up the third book when the phone rang. It was Edwin telling her that a parishioner had died and that he should go and visit the grieving widow before coming home. She returned to her seat and picked up the third book, opened it and started to read. She read the first sentence three times before she realised she was rerunning the seduction scene in her mind.

She returned to the offending book, found the seduction scene and started reading again. "Tit, arse, pussy, clit, cunt, fuck" the dirty words jumped of the page at her and boosted the arousal she was already feeling. The things that the Senator was doing to the diplomat's consenting wife were so wicked, but excited her no end. The thought crossed her mind that there was more to sex than Edwin had been able to manage. Her own "pussy" was now burning with need, she could resist the urge to touch herself no longer. 

At a convenient break in the activities in the book, she put it down stood and removed her sodden panties. The strong musky aroma that was released further stimulated her. She sat down again and thumbed through the book to the next hot tract. Mary the Senator and Carol the wife are again in bed, but this time Mary has a dildo with which to ravish the willing Carol. Later, the roles are reversed and Carol has her chance to return the favour. The author's lurid description of the "fucking" soon had Alice with her skirt round her waist and her fingers massaging her clitoris.

The frustration of years of inadequate sex boiled over and she orgasmed. Never before had she experience anything like this. This was mind-blowingly good. She wanted this again. She picked up the book and her discarded nickers and went to their bedroom, undressed and went for a shower. As the spray cascaded down over her body, she tried to analyse why masturbating; an activity she had always been taught to consider degenerate and moreover, stimulated by a lesbian story, had given her more pleasure than she had ever managed to achieve in bed with her husband. She left the shower stall without an answer.

She dried herself and returned to the bedroom. As she walked to the wardrobe, she caught sight of her naked form in the full-length door mirror. She stopped and studied the image. She was 5' 9" tall, with short black wavy hair. Still childless, her bosom – 'tits' she thought – was a reasonable 38B and still quite firm, it had not suffered the ravages of nursing. She weighed them in her hands, her nipples sprang to attention. 'Now why have I never noticed that before?' she gripped each between finger and thumb and gasped at the shock waves that radiated through her body.

Her tummy was slightly rounded and her bum – 'ass' she thought' – nice and firm. Her hands wandered over her body as if to confirm her appraisal. She enjoyed the feel of the contact, it felt so erotic. 'Now' she thought as she looked down at her groin, 'what if I shaved that lot off?' The black hair over her vagina did not cover a big area, but it was thick. She still shaved her armpits much to her mother's disgust, but to Alice it had started as a small token of teenage rebellion. 'I wonder what my pussy, no my cunt would look like bald. I like that word – cunt – there's something so earthy about it rather like fuck.' She still had that rebellious streak.

As she mused, her hands continued caressing her lower body. She could now recognise the approaching arousal that had surprised her earlier. Her fingers traced her labia, her soft touch increasing the heat that was building up within her. Her lips had become dry so she ran her tongue over them. The sight of her reflection performing such an apparently insignificant act added even further to the heat. 'I am going to sleep naked tonight' she decided, 'that will give Edwin a shock. If it gets him going all the better,' then aloud "because I want to fuck!"

Saying the word for the first time was like doing anything you're uncertain about for the first time, there was a sense of relief at the achievement. This naive conservative wife was loosening up. She went through to the bedroom and crawled under the cover and reached for the book. She thumbed through till she found her spot.

Her two heroines, Mary and Carol were now regular lovers, meeting whenever possible mainly at the embassy apartment. With their respective husbands, they also had become a regular foursome on the diplomatic round of parties. Mary had persuaded Carol to dispense with underwear whenever they were together and had introduced her to her personal dressmaker who was an occasional lover. The fitting sessions developed into lesbian orgies. Carol even returned alone for private fittings. All of the gowns, cocktail dresses and everyday wear were cleverly designed for sans underwear and easy access to the erogenous areas. Alice read this with rising excitement, she loved dressmaking!

The sound of the front door alerted the aroused wife to the arrival of her husband. Remembering his mission and cursing her bad luck that he will not be in the mood, she arose, secreted the book, put on her robe and descended to greet him.

She found him sat in his chair removing his shoes. "Oh Alice" he sighed, "I've had a very strange experience. Widow Baines tried to seduce me! Her husband was not yet cold and she tried to get at my penis. I was mortified! It took me till now to quiet her down."

"Are you sure Edwin? I know she has a reputation for being a little risqué, forward even, but I cannot believe she would not do such a thing, especially at this time and even more so with you." Alice was quietly amused at his apparent discomfort. Before he could respond, she had dropped into good wife mode, asking him if he wanted anything to drink or eat.

"Nothing hot, but I think I will have a whisky." He rose to help himself.

"No, you stay there, I'll see to it." Alice went to the drinks cupboard and poured him a generous shot. "It's hard enough comforting the grieving without having to put up with that sort of thing." She said as she helped herself to another glass of wine. "I must admit though, she is a handsome woman." She handed Edwin his scotch and sat down opposite him. "She is not that old either," then smiling, "you should be flattered, Edwin."

"Alice!" He choked, swallowed wrongly and started coughing. Alice jumped up ran over and started slapping his back. As he regained his composure, she moved back to her chair and sat down smiling. "It is not a comic situation Alice and I'm surprised that you would say such a thing."

"Edwin, lighten up!" Alice was slightly miffed that he should get on his high horse. "That I consider it amusing is because I know you would not contemplate responding to such an advance." She started laughing.

"Alice darling, don't make me feel any worse" he gulped another mouthful, "it was extremely embarrassing!"

"You are in the safety of your own home now Edwin." She lent back in her chair tucking her legs under herself. She had a sip of her wine and continued. "Relax and enjoy your scotch." She was acutely aware that the action of moving her legs had allowed her robe to open up to the tie displaying a generous amount of her thighs. "Like I said Edwin, take it as a compliment. However missed placed. I'm sure she will be on the phone tomorrow apologising profusely when she realises what she has done."

He seemed to settle at that and as he looked at his wife, he smiled. "You are right my dear, but it was frightening. The police were still there carrying out their checks. If one of them had walked in and caught us, I would have been ruined." She noticed his eyes fall on her displayed legs and she shifted slightly to cause her legs to separate. If he lent forward a little, she was sure he would be able to see her pubes.

"Well they did not and we live to fight another day" she quipped. She moved one leg out from under and let it swing over the other. Throughout the action, his eyes never left her legs. "Would you like another drink my dear? She stood to take his now empty glass.

"I don't usually have two as you well know, but in the circumstances I think I will." He handed her his glass. She returned to him having slightly loosened the tie on her robe and topped her own glass up. These further drinks on top of those earlier were giving her some Dutch courage. As she sat down, she made a deliberate fuss of crossing her legs. He must have seen her pubes, he coloured slightly and at last averted his eyes toward the dying fire. "Shall I stoke up the fire my dear?

'No, me, my dear' she thought to herself, but said "a little, then we will go to bed after these drinks." As he sat down again she unfolded her legs. The movement caught his eye, but this time he did not avert them. She sat back, staring into the fire with her legs slightly apart.

"Have you already had a shower dear?" His question brought her out of her deliberate reverie.

"Mm mm" she replied. "we had to shift some old dusty books out of the store today and I felt grubby" she fibbed. She knew she was getting to him, because she usually rejected his overtures once showered." She smiled at him "but I can always have another."


He stood and walked toward her, took her now empty glass from her hand and pulled her to her feet. The tie to her robe had now become undone and as she stood, the robe opened. His arms went around her under her robe as he pulled her into his embrace. He kissed her, more passionately than she could ever remember. His tongue invaded her mouth and she willingly accepted it. She relaxed into him, moaning her pleasure.

He broke the kiss. "My darling, lets go to bed. I want you." It was said urgently and she did not need a second bidding.

"Oh yes Eddie, take me to your bed and fuck me!" Whether what she had said had registered or not, she could not tell as she followed in his wake. He was soon stood before her, naked with a raging erection, Her robe slipped from her shoulders as she licked her lips and dropped to he knees in front of him.

"No Alice, I ..."

"Edwin, I want to suck your cock and I am going to, so shut up." Before he could react, his cock started to disappear in between her lips.

"Oh dear Lord, that feels wonderful. If I had known it was like this I would – ohhh – have let you do this sooner."

His moaning was music to Alice's ears. She warmed to her task, moving her head up and down his phallus. She found that far from being an odious task, this was exciting. Maybe it was the novelty, but as her head began to bob up and down faster, she hoped it would take a while to wear off. By now Edwin could feel his advancing climax. "Alice, stop, please, I'm going to come." For some reason she could not fathom, this news excited her even more and redoubled her efforts applying more suction and using her hands to wank him. "Oh Alice, don't say I did not warn you." He took hold of her head and stared to thrust his hips.

The first ejaculation hit the back of her throat, so she drew back in order to taste his offering. Each time his sperm shot into her hot welcoming mouth, he let out a long grunt of pleasure. As his orgasmic convulsions lessened, she savoured the slightly salty taste of his semen by swirling it around the head of his cock in her mouth. As she swallowed it, she knew she would want to do this again.

Edwin fell back onto the bed and still on her knees, she kept him in her mouth, seemingly reluctant to release him. He had softened slightly, but her ministrations soon had him expanding to full hardness again. She lifted her head from him and licked her lips. "Now Reverend Scott" she said climbing onto the bed "fuck your wife!"

He moved between her invitingly spread thighs and leaning down on his elbows and kissed her tenderly, his tongue dancing round her lips as if searching for the remnants of his spend. "Eddie, don't try to be too tender, I want you to put that wonderful cock in my cunt and fuck me, hard."

His eyes never left hers as she spoke, neither did they flinch at her words. "I don't know what caused this change in you dearest Alice, but I believe I approve. We will talk about it some at other time as I believe I have more pressing matters to expedite. She smiled at his humour and sighed as she felt the crown of his cock pushing past her slick labia in to the hot wet tunnel beyond.

"Oh Eddie, yes please, go for it, I want it" her arms went around his neck and pulled his chest down onto her own pressing her breasts. His first movement was painfully slow as he got himself into a position were he could do his horny wife justice. Then, without warning, he started thrusting into her hard, not fast, but every inward thrust was powerful and the impact of his pelvis with hers sent shock waves from her clit right through her body.


The Book Ch. 01



Daniel walked home from the library, his backpack hung over his shoulder. He walked slowly and without purpose, it wasn't as if he had to be anywhere anytime soon. He had graduated high school several months before, had no job and no chance at getting into college and still living with his mother and father, so his days were mostly spent reading books and playing on the Internet.

He walked through the park on the way back to his house, passing groups of friends, all laughing and joking around, some throwing footballs and others trying to impress girls. He didn't have any friends in the city, only on the Internet. He found he didn't have a lot in common with most of the guys his own age, and the girls rarely wanted to talk to him. It wasn't that he was repulsive; it was just that when he got around a pretty girl, he got so nervous that he would end up making a complete ass out of himself and scaring the girl off. It was a lonely life, but he got by. He was naturally a loner and enjoyed his solitude.

The library was only a few blocks from where he lived, so it didn't take him long to get home. He stepped through the front door and saw his mother vacuuming the floor of the living room. She was wearing a loose top and tight fitting pants, moving back and forth around the furniture, not hearing him enter over the sound of the vacuum cleaner. At 38, she still had an incredible body, long brunette hair that went down her back, and although he couldn't see it due to the shirt she was wearing, she had a nice set of breasts, he assumed that they were at least high C's or at least low D's. She had a thin figure with a tight tummy, which was impressive as it was after having 2 children.

Aside from the large breasts and the firm tummy, her most amazing feature was definitely her ass. She had a large ass, but not large enough to be grotesque in some way, he did not like women whose asses were enormous. The most amazing thing was how firm it was. He had, not intentionally, mind you, brushed against her ass on several occasions when reaching for something in the kitchen or when both of them went through the hallway. He blamed his mother for his own affinity to women with nice behinds. He had once overheard them talking on his father's birthday, being drunk from the festivities, trying to talk her into anal sex. She had immediately and without discussion turned him down. He felt sorry for his father. It must be torture to be married to a woman with an ass as nice as hers and not be able to take full advantage of it, it was such a waste.

He walked passed her to the stairs, giving her a slight wave as he went and continued upstairs toward his room. He had more than once fantasized about his mother, it had started one day when he was younger and she was walking around in her bra and panties trying to find the right blouse for an interview for a job she didn't get anyway. It was the closest he had ever seen to a naked woman and that thought filled his mind whenever he masturbated for weeks. Later on, his fantasies of her stopped as he obtained access to the internet at a later age, having much younger women to be able to fantasize about. As the years went on, he still fantasized about her every now and then. His fantasies almost always involved him completely dominating her, and always involved that amazing ass.

He got to his room and sat down on his computer, the first thing he did every day, nearly all day and got lost for several hours in articles, discussion and several games, only taking a break to go downstairs and get some food. His parents were asleep by this time, and he walked back through the dark house to his room. He went to sit back down at his desk before he noticed the backpack by his bed. He had completely forgotten about the books he had picked up at the library. He rustled through his backpack before finally coming upon the one book he had felt truly interested in. It looked to be an extremely old book, with lettering that he was completely unfamiliar with. From the pictures inside it appeared to be some sort of occult book, and while he never would believe in any of the things that was in these books, it was fun to amuse him with worlds where sometimes the demons did exist.

He had found the book far in the back of the city library, and it had no stickers or tags that made it plain that it was property of the library, so rather than attempt to check it out, he simply placed it in his backpack before going to check out the other books he wanted. He was not a thief, but the fact that the book had no labels on it meant that it was not in the libraries inventory, and wouldn't be missed. On top of that, the opportunity to put the book in his personal library at home was too much to pass up.

None of the printed text was in English, but below most of the pages someone had written English translations for the pages in pen. He read through page after page, reading the descriptions on the pages that were translated and reading the descriptions. There were all kinds of things, not the normal type spells and such that you would find in your normal everyday book store occult fiction. Things like ways to make your familiar devote itself to you, make people forget things, and other strange pages. He came across a picture of a nearly naked demon, it looked mostly human, and had the translated title of succubus and a translation. The words were not in English, but the letters were and he decided to have fun and sound them out. 

"Ishk Leiuh Nevra tklin hkruam"

He looked up and around his room, then laughed as he realized he had actually expected something to happen. He laughed and threw the book down on the bed, getting up and walking to his computer, as suddenly from nowhere a bright red flash appeared in the middle of the room and dissipated, leaving behind someone, or something in its place. The demon looked very close to the picture from the book. She had dark bat-like wings protruding from her back, as well as a prehensile tail coming from just above the crack of her amazing ass. She had long dark hair, very large and what appeared to be very firm breasts, as well as the body of a gymnast. Her eyes weren't quite right, they seems almost feline in a way, and her fingers ended in what looked more like a claw than a finger with the shape of her long nails. Nearly her entire body was exposed; wearing only what appeared to be some type of leather thong and a large leather strap (he couldn't really call it a bra) that covered part of her breasts.

He stood in the middle of the room, halfway between his bed and his computer chair, staring at the demon. Confused, elated, terrified and completely turned on. He looked her up and down, taking in every single detail of her absolutely incredible body.

She looked around the strange room, then directly at him, asking an obvious question, "By whom was I summoned, and for what purpose!?"

Daniel looked somewhat worried at her hostile tone, not knowing much about demons in any way, he assumed that she was extremely dangerous, "Erm... I did..."

The demon looked him up and down, taking a good measure of him, before replying, "And why was I summoned???"

She appeared to becoming more hostile with every word she spoke, he tried to speak as diplomatically as possible to save himself. "It was... it was kind of an accident..." he said, in what he would later pretend was a calm and cool voice.

"Accident!?!?" she yelled. How in the nine hells could this boy possibly accidentally summon her from the underworld, it was beyond unthinkable, it had been several generations since the humans had the kind of power to command demons by their will, and this boy happened to do it by accident!?

His parents were several rooms away, but at the level she was yelling at would not be hard to hear. He instructed her to be quiet, afraid of his parents waking up, until he realized he had just told a blood thirsty demon to be quiet. At this point he was almost sure of his own death, but as soon as the words had left his mouth, she immediately shut her mouth, not speaking another word, and not seeming very happy about it.

He looked at her oddly, why would she listen to a word he had to say? He quickly asked her where she came from, her answer, snide and full of loathing was "The Underworld, of course. I would assume that a mage such as you would know at least THAT"

Did she just call him a mage? He couldn't even get accepted to a decent college with the grades he had earned in high school, let alone something as advanced, and until 5 minutes ago as far as he was concerned, fictional as magic. His reply was confused and bewildered, "I... I am not a mage... I'm just a guy..."

"Then how is it you were able to summon me from my home?" She questioned. Surely he was just trying to play some silly joke on her. She never understood human humor. Demon humor usually ended with someone dead and everyone laughing.

He lifted up the book and showed it to her. "I read the words from this book and you happened to appear."

She took one look at that book and immediately growled in anger. "That damned book! I thought the humans had finally lost it. It has been centuries since one of us was called as a slave."

He looked at her oddly as she said this, "Slave?" he asked. She looked as if she immediately regretted saying anything at all about it, but did not seem to be very forward about giving any more information. "Tell me what you mean."

She immediately began to explain to him as soon as he had finished his sentence. "When you cast the summoning spell, it calls forth a Succubi to be your demonic slave... It is the last and only known incantation that has the power over daemonkind... We had thought the incantations were lost with the book that you seem to be holding in your hand"

"So you are my... slave?" he asked, getting a little giddy at the idea.

She did not want to answer the question, but as her new master she was required to follow every order he gave, so she gave him a simple reply,"...Yes".

He smiled and looked her up and down once more, ideas running through his mind. "What do you have to do as my slave?" he asked her, extremely interested in what her reply would be.

"... Whatever you order me to do." She replied. She knew where this was going. Humans only ever wanted 2 things, to mate with her or have her kill someone for their personal gain.

"... No restrictions?" he questioned. She shook her head to indicate no. His head was swimming with tons of ideas on how he could take advantage of this scenario. "How long are you my slave?" 

She looked at him, clearly unhappy with the question, seeming more and more every second like this human was not going to allow her to leave his service. "Either until you release me from your service or until you die."

His mind was reeling with the possibilities that this presented. A creature literally born to be the desire of men was his personal play toy for the rest of his life. He decided he was going to take full advantage of this, but first he needed to test the waters and find out if she was telling the truth. "... Hop on one leg."

She lifted her left leg and hopped up and down, her large breasts bouncing as she did this. "Okay, stop... Good, now..." He was nervous and sweating profusely at this point, while he was a connoisseur of naked women based on his porn collection, he had never actually been in the same room as a naked woman, especially one that looked like this. "... Reveal your breasts" She looked at him for a moment, but was unable to deny any of his orders and reached behind herself, untying the cloth she used to cover herself and letting it fall, revealing her breasts.

They were absolutely perfect to him, completely firm, no sagging whatsoever, small pink areolas with pointy nipples in the center. Staring at her perfect breasts had made him forget every other worry or care he had and made his arousal do all of his thinking for him. "From now on, when I give you a command, you will respond yes master, is that understood?" 

She nodded and replied with "Yes, Master". Anger filling her eyes and her voice, staring into his soul with pure hatred.

"Let me see your pussy." He ordered.

She responded with a simple "Yes, Master" and removed her leather thong, now standing completely naked in front of him. 

His mind was completely lost in the moment. "Get over here and suck my cock."

She rolled her eyes and responded with "Yes, Master". She walked over to him, getting on her knees as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling his raging erection out of his pants. She leaned forward and immediately put his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head with the skill of a master, her long prehensile tongue wrapping around his cock as she took his entire cock down her throat without even the tiniest indication of a gag reflex. He never had a chance from the start, his first sexual experience being from a woman who had several hundred years with which to perfect her art, he came within 2 minutes, grabbing the back of her head and holding it tightly against his groin, pushing his cock deep down her throat and firing jet after jet of his human seed directly into her throat, not giving her the option of swallowing or not. He came for what felt like hours, release what felt like gallons of his sperm into her throat. After he finished reeling from his orgasm, he let go of her head and let her pull away from his cock, a single strand of her saliva staying attached, spanning from her mouth to his cock as she began to gasp for air. 

He realized only then that he had been blocking her airway with his cock, and she had never once even attempted to pull away, rather letting herself be suffocated rather than disobey her master's will.

"So... What do you usually do after this?" he asked her.

She continued breathing heavily and replied, "It depends on the situation." 

He looked at her quizzically, "How so?" He questioned. 

"Well, If I were simply using you for your life force to get me by, I would simply do some form of sexual act, such as pleasuring you with my mouth as I just did, or mate with you and slowly absorb your life force little by little, until you were exhausted to the point of collapse, at which point I would wipe your memory of the events of the night and you would wake up tomorrow overly exhausted, unaware of what transpired before, I would continue to visit you and syphon of your life force little by little until you were no longer a good source of life force, at which point I visit you one last time and devour your soul."

He followed her story closely, listening, until he came to a realization, "So wait, you can wipe people's memory? Make them forget things?" She nodded and replied "Yes, Master". He could see many good things coming from this. The ideas just starting in his mind...

TO BE CONTINUED.



The Book Ch. 01



"Oh yes, Eddie Scott, fuck me, I love it!"

"Do you Alice, do you like my cock hammering your cunt like this? Do like to be fucked hard? We should do this more often my horny wench."

"Yes Eddie I fucking love it. Talk filthy to me you randy sod. I want you to say whatever you want."

"Alice you horny little fucker, you're bloody marvellous. I love the way your hot wet cunt sucks in my tool. Oh I love you Alice."

"And I you, oh God Eddie I am going to climax. I can feel it building." Her legs came up around him and crossed at her ankles. "Come on Eddie, let me have it! Fuck me and make me come! Oh yes, oh yes, Eddieeeeee!" Alice went rigid and with her arms and legs wrapped around him, Eddie was rendered immobile too. It did not stop the orgasmic spasms in Alice's vaginal tract inducing his second orgasm of the night.

They lay together in each other's arms for quite a while without any conversation. Eventually they both showered separately, Edwin first and as he showered, Alice resolved to build on the evening's developments, firstly she would finish the book. As Edwin returned to the bedroom, she was on her feet and moved to him put her arms round him and kissed his chest. "Thank you darling Eddie" she said smiling up at him and as she went through the door, "remind to ring Widow Baines tomorrow and thank her too." The tail of the towel just caught her ass cheek before she could close the door. 



The Book Ch. 02



On the Saturday morning, Alice awoke first arose and went about getting ready for her day. She felt invigorated, alive and fresh. Donning a teeshirt and jeans, she went down to the kitchen to make her coffee and her man's tea – he did not like coffee whereas Alice was almost addicted to it.

As she was preparing to take his up to him, he came through the door and smiled sheepishly at her. "'Morning" he ventured, "sleep well?"

"Like a baby, my love! Like a babe. And you?" 

"I cannot remember having such a good night." His smile as he said it told Alice he was at least comfortable with her behaviour of the previous night and was unlikely to give her a 'sermon'. "Come here my darling" he reached out for her and she moved into his arms, "can I kiss the most wonderful woman I know?"

"Oh Sir" she mocked in a country accent, "my father said to stay away from men such as you, I don't know where it will lead."

"Well, if I had the time, straight back into our bed. So if your father will allow it, a kiss please?"

"What Dad doesn't know will not hurt him" and she placed her lips on his and enjoyed his aggression as his tongue roamed her mouth. "Edwin Scott! If you do that again, it will be a race to our bed, now get something to eat." She passed him his tea.

Alice had resolved to go into the town and buy some material. She wanted to try and make some dresses like those described in the book. She found three dress lengths that she liked and took them home. On a whim, but with one eye on her hopes for her new dresses she also bought a couple of pairs of hold up stockings. She spent the rest of the morning sketching ideas. 

Edwin returned for lunch, after which he disappeared into his study to prepare for the services the following day. Alice decided to make one of her new dresses and wear it for the morning service. The weather forecast was good, so she wouldn't need a coat. She beavered away the whole afternoon and by the time she had to start preparing dinner, she had it almost complete, save some hand stitching that she would do that evening,

The following morning they went through their usual breakfast ritual. Alice was impatient for him to leave for the church so that she could get ready. In the end, she went to their room to prepare before he left. She was in the shower when she heard him shout he was going and she responded that she would see him at church.

Before Edwin had risen and getting dressed that morning, she had trimmed off all her pubes. Now in the shower, she took her razor and finished the job and shaved her legs. The process mildly triggering off her arousal. Once done she finished her ablutions and dried herself. As she entered the bedroom, she looked again at her image in the mirror. 'Oh yes' she thought, 'that will do nicely.' The smoothness of her mound looked beautiful, at least to her. She sat on the bed and pulled each of a pair of flesh coloured stockings up each leg. It surprised her how long they were, the came within an inch of her crotch.

The dress she had made was in pale green, light cotton. She had designed it to ostensibly cover all her torso. It had short sleeves, a square neck line, but not low enough to exhibit any of her breasts and was knee length. The dress was essentially two sides, a front and back. The sides were the shoulder and sleeve, part of the skirt and without the bodice, would have just covered her nipples in front and her shoulder blades in the back. They fastened together with a buttoned band at the waste. The bodice and the rest of the skirt went over her shoulders like a tunic, the skirt being split to each hip. As a complete dress, she was fully covered as her position in the community prescribed, but all parts of her body could be accessed through the overlapping cloth.

She retrieved a pair of black heeled sandals she had bought for a wedding and not worn since and in just the hose and dress, set off to church. The feeling of vulnerability induced by her lack of underthings, the feeling of fresh air around her naked bald pussy gave her libido a significant boost. Her nipples were soon distended and her labia slick with moisture.

As she approached the churchyard gate, she was pleasantly surprised to see Diane and her husband waiting for her. "We wanted to go in with you, if you don't mind?" Diane looked almost apologetic, but now they were on Alice's turf.

"Oh Diane, you idiot, of course you may. You've known me long enough not to have those sorts of concerns."

"But nobody else knows us and we don't want to set any hares running." Diane said as they walked up the path to the door. "I like your dress Alice" she went on, "where did you get it?"

"I made it yesterday" she responded, pleased with Diane's compliment.

"An unusual design, that yours too?"

"Mm mm" she responded as they entered the church. Alice was wont to sit at the back so that she did not have to rush from the front to join Edwin in meeting his flock. Diane's husband entered the rear pew at Alice's direction, followed by Diane and finally Alice. They said their prayer silently, then sat back to await the start of proceedings. Diane sat such that her hip and thigh were in contact with those of Alice. Alice was still on a high from her walk to church, her mind on the book and the things Carol and Mary had done to each other. She could not wait till Evensong when she would remain at home to get back to it.

'I wonder what these folk would think if they knew their pastor's wife was virtually naked in their midst' she mused. Well not naked, but she felt as if she was. She became aware of the pressure from the contact with Diane. She could feel the heat from Diane's body. Far from being repulsed, on top of her already bubbling arousal, she found the contact exciting and leaned slightly into her. The action did not go unnoticed.

Alice was now considering herself in place of the characters in the book. She suddenly realised what Diane had been up to and was amazed not to be repelled by it. Alice looked at Roy, Diane's husband and saw that he was studying the architecture of the church. She leant over to Diane and whispered in her ear. "I love the book" emphasising 'the', "you made sure I got it didn't you, you bitch. I don't think we can allow it on the selves though."

"Guilty as charged" she whispered back, "I glad you enjoyed it".

"Eddie will be out any minute" Alice said, then leaning in again and whispering, "when we stand, slip your hand under the back flap of my skirt and you will know how much." Before moving away, she ran the tip of her tongue quickly over Diane's earlobe leaving Diane to wonder who was seducing whom.

A few minutes late, Edwin appeared at the vestry door signalling the service to start. He smiled warmly on seeing their friends with his wife. The meagre congregation stood for the processional hymn and Alice felt Diane's hand slip between the folds of her skirt. She also heard her singing falter as it reached her naked buttock. As the hymn progressed, Diane left her hand in place, slowly stroking in a rotary manner. Alice leaned back into the hand, wanting a little more pressure.

The hymn finished, the hand left and they were again seated. Diane leaned in and whispered "You minx, you never let on all this time."

"We'll talk later, this is not the time or place" Alice returned, "but feel free!" She turned and beamed a smile at her friend.

As the service progressed, Diane could not resist the naked posterior of her colleague. Her hand returned almost every time they stood. Alice for her part thoroughly enjoyed the attention. During the final hymn, Diane became bolder and slipped her fingers into the cleft between Alice's cheeks. This time it was Alice's voice that faltered, not once, but twice. The second time was when a finger found her anus and gently probed till it popped inside. Alice by now was out of control, all she wanted was to come.

Unfortunately, the last verse was beginning, but when Diane removed her hand and put the offending finger in her mouth, Alice did orgasm at the pure perversity of the situation. Having to sit down to recover her senses. Roy expressed concern at her sudden "attack", but she assured him all was well and that she must join Edwin at the west door. "Wait here for me" she instructed as she went to join him.

The thrill of standing at the church door next to her preacher husband, bidding good-byes with orgasmic secretions beginning to dampen the tops of her stockings had a profound effect upon Alice. The chill of the dampness accentuated the not unpleasant feel of the breeze under her skirt. She was thankful that the double layer of cotton covering her nipples secreted their distension.

The last churchgoer had gone and Edwin repaired to the vestry to remove his robes. Alice returned to their friends at the back of the church to find Diane stood there alone. A quick glance around the nave located Roy studying the carving to the pulpit. She went straight up to Diane and took her hand in hers. "I don't know how you managed this" she whispered, "but I feel so alive! I am absolutely thrilled to bits at being so risqué in public like this, Diane I could kiss you."

"On my darling, you will" Diane returned, "but a word of caution. Roy and unless I'm very much mistaken, Edwin must not know of anything you and I do together. Alice, I am bisexual as I believe you are, but Roy is as straight as" she paused, "well he would not like it if he knew of any of my extracurricular, shall we say activities."

Alice looked deep into her friend's eyes, "I had not even thought of myself in that way, but the way that book worked me up into such a lather makes me wonder." She took hold of Diane's other hand. "Diane, I want to find out, I want you to show me. As far as my man is concerned, for the moment you assess him correctly, but he eventually may surprise us."

"Now that is intriguing" Diane cocked an eyebrow in silent question, but continued, "I want very much to share it all with you my sweet Alice. We can discuss it at work tomorrow when we will not be interrupted too much." The approaching men signalled that the subject was closed for the time being. "Now, can Edwin and you come to the pub for lunch with us? Our treat after that wonderful meal you dished up for us. I'm afraid my culinary skills are no match for yours so we, well I actually, would rather do it this way."

Alice refused to let go of her friend's hands, in fact tightening her grip as she turned to her husband. "Do you mind if we go with them to The Bull, Eddie? We were only going to have a light salad anyway."

Edwin confirmed that the arrangement suited him, having already been asked by Roy. Together they left the church and walked across the small green to the now bustling pub. Since the weather was clement and the pub was rather full, they agreed it would be nice to sit in the garden. They ordered their meal and a glass of wine each. Alice excused herself and went to the 'ladies' to clean up. She couldn't resist a quick rub of her clitoris as she removed the traces of her earlier orgasm. Returning to the table, she sat down and enjoyed her meal and the company of her friends. Roy seemed to be taken by Edwin, to two of them discussing one of the finer points of his sermon. The ladies discussed the first book that Alice had managed to scan, agreeing that although poorly written, that was not sufficient grounds to proscribe it. After their lunch, they wandered back to Roy and Diane's car and bit them good-bye, before walking on home to the vicarage.

The rest of the day was spent in fulfilling the Sunday routine. Both of them teaching at the church Sunday School in the afternoon. Alice was still in her naughty mood and kept her new dress on throughout. She changed into a tee-shirt and loose skirt to prepare their evening meal which they ate before Edwin had to return to church for Evensong.

Once Edwin was through the door, having firstly helped her clear away the wreckage of their meal, Alice got a bath towel, went straight to their room and spread it on the bed, stripped, retrieved the book and lay on the towel. She thumbed through the book till she found another hot passage. Here, Carol, who like herself had now cleared all her body hair, had taken a fancy to the embassy housekeeper's daughter, a rather tall, but amply built mousy looking girl of seventeen who had the most gorgeous green eyes that had initially attracted the diplomat's wife.

Carol had invited the girl, Cindy, on one of her dress fitting trips having first warned Celene, the dressmaker of her intention that they should seduce the girl together. Having had a fitting done, Carol invited Celene to find a dress for Cindy for an up-coming embassy bash. After some persuasion, the girl was coaxed out of her frumpy clothes to reveal the hidden beauty underneath. She had compressed her impressive DD boobs with an undersize bra. She told them it, along with her dowdy attire kept the boys from pestering her. She did not like their attentions, preferring the company of older companions.

Celene found a simple deep red silk gown that covered her from neck to floor, except for an oval shaped opening in the back. The dress had transformed the girl into a beautiful woman to the point where she was beginning to enjoy the experience. She was not averse to the lingering contact of both women's hands as they ensured the fit was right. The bodice was cut to support the bosom, but they had to make sure that each tit was positioned correctly.

Alice was by this time vigorously fingering her pussy. The book through the vivid description of the girl's seduction was turning her on again.

In the book, the dressmaker, Celene had found some heeled sandals in a similar colour to the dress. Cindy took a little time to get used to the 4 inch heels, but was then mincing round the room like she was born to it, thoroughly enjoying herself.

This was to be the dress! The two conspirators began to peel the dress away from the girl's body and as each area of flesh was exposed, would stroke and kiss it. By the time she was wearing only the shoes, poor Cindy was putty in their hands and could refuse them nothing. How many seventeen-year-olds will have had two beautiful women on their knees at her feet? Her mother's employer was attacking her clitoris while the dressmaker had her tongue buried deep in her anus.

Alice was immediately reminded of Diane's invasion of her own that morning and decided to try it for herself. She put the book down and with her now free hand, turned on her side so that she had access to both orifices. She first wet her free fingers in her cunt and then slowly slipped one finger past her sphincter and into the passage beyond. The initial entry was momentarily uncomfortable, something she had not remembered from that morning. As she pushed further, the feeling became one of pleasure that made her thrust the fingers of her other hand into her cunt.

The double penetration sent her excitement racing and she soon had two fingers in her back door. It did not take long to bring her to a shattering orgasm, one that had her audibly gasping as her body spasmed on the bed. When she eventually became aware of her surroundings, how long it took she had no inkling, she realised that Edwin would soon return home and she must be downstairs to welcome him. She had a quick shower, slipped on a robe and went down stairs to prepare the light supper he always took on each Sunday evening after the service.

Her man returned and she dutifully made sure he was sated before settling in her own chair to read the third book. Edwin was now used to these reading sessions as he turned to watch the television. Alice's book was another third-rater and she was soon well into it, scanning most of it as drivel. She was rescued by the phone ringing and before Edwin could react was on her feet to get it.

"The vicarage" she offered her caller.

"Alice, my darling, thank you so much for a wonderful morning." She immediately recognised Diane's husky tone.

"Diane, we're the ones to thank you for the lunch." Edwin, realising the call was for her settled back to his viewing.

"A small inconvenience for such a remarkable experience. I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together. Tell me is Eddie there?"

"He is, do you want to speak to him?"

"No my dear, just to see how free you are to talk. I am alone, Roy is at the Golf Club. Some Sportsmen's Dinner or other."

"Oh! Well not too much, if you know what I mean." Alice was beginning to wonder what her friend was up to.

"I am led naked on my sofa, talking to my favourite lady and slowly fingering my cunt." Diane's voice was now conspiratorially low.

To allay her husband's realisation as to the direction this call was developing, Alice kept her voice as normal as she could. "I did mine earlier."

"Reading the book? Do you think I should check it too?"

"Absolutely, but I think it will take me a little while." Alice did not want to let the book go just yet.

"OK! Now what I really called about is that tomorrow is the start of a whole new relationship for you and I, don't you agree?"

Alice responded immediately. "Oh I definitely hope so."

"Good, then I hope you're not over dressed again." The hint was unmistakable.

"I don't believe I will be, Diane. Good night."



The Book Ch. 02



Daniel's head was reeling from everything that had transpired. He couldn't believe that this sex demon was his own personal slave. He didn't know exactly how this was going to pan out, but it was going to be fun, he could tell that for sure.

He looked at the demon, still on her knees after sucking him off, looking up at him. He saw in her eyes her disdain at being here and being made to do these things, but she had no other choice but to follow all of his orders. He looked down at her and told her to stand up; she lifted herself and stood naked in front of him. 

He was still completely nervous. Going from being a virgin who had never even been in the same room with a woman to having his own personal sex slave didn't turn him into Casanova or some self-assured lady's man. He was still the awkward geek he was an hour ago, only now he had an outlet for all of his sexual desires.

He slowly reached both hands out toward her chest, wanting to feel her breasts. She looked at his hands coming toward her, and shuddered at the thought of this weak little human touching her body, but knew that she must allow him all things he desired.

His hands came into contact with her soft breasts. He was very surprised at how they felt, they were almost exactly how he imagined they would feel, but for some reason, he thought they might be different because she was a demon. The skin of her breasts was so soft, but very firm. He ran his hands over them, squeezing them and committing every detail to memory, as if they would be taken from him and he would never be allowed to touch them again. He touched her erect nipples, rubbing them between his fingers with utter lack of experience, playing with them as if her were a radio operator. He was curious if they were always erect, or if she was actually excited. He was going to assume that it was not excitement, based on the glares she was giving him while touching her.

He pulled his hands away from her and looked her in the eyes. He was reminded of a story, not exactly like this one, but somewhat similar, and wanted to take the proper precautions. "I order that you never make any attempt to steal my life force, devour my soul, or to kill me, or to have me killed, in any way. Nor can you use any of your powers on me to wipe my memory, Do you understand?"

She could not believe this! Fury was boiling throughout her entire body, she fought with all of her control, wanting to rush at this man and tear his weak little body to pieces for having the presumption to tell her what to do, but she knew there was no possible way she could ever do that... Not now, at any rate... 

She replied, finally, through gritted teeth, trying her hardest to resist answering, but knowing it was futile, "Yes... Master..."

What was she supposed to do now? It had been nearly two centuries since a human had attempted to enslave her, but none of them were ever smart enough to order her to do them no harm. They always just assumed that being their slave meant she couldn't harm them. Every time they were dead within a week, and she was able to happily go back to the underworld with a full belly. The restrictions of the enchantment would really be enforced, she would have to be his loyal slave until he died, which couldn't be by her hand now.

He looked at her eyes as he told her this and realized that he had made an extremely wise decision. The anger that was burning in her eyes made it obvious that he had thwarted some type of plan of hers. He was safe, for now, at least.

As he stood there, with her standing naked in front of him, it did not take very long for him to regain a full erection once again. He smiled at the luck he was having and took her by the hand and walked over to the bed, stripping the rest of his clothing off as he walked. Once they got to the bed, he gently took her and laid her down on her back, her wings taking up a large portion of the bed. He got on top of her and looked at her fully naked body laying beneath him. He reached out and lightly touched her pussy, running his fingers over it and through the dark tuft of pubic hair that was there. 

She looked up at him and sneered silently to herself. It was very obvious that he had no idea what he was doing, and from his excitement at looking at her body and touching it she knew that he had never even seen a naked woman before. He reached down and took hold of his cock, attempting to push it into her pussy, but lack of experience and an abundance of excitement caused him to miss several times. 

She wanted to laugh out loud at his fumbling, that was until finally he entered her. An extreme rush ran through her body as she unconsciously moaned loudly. She may have felt nothing but contempt and hatred for the boy, but she was born for one thing, and that was to have sex. Sex was the central point of all aspects of her life. 

Succubi feed through sex, as well as procreate with potentials mates, of course. The point at which a succubus steals their victim's life force is during the moment of bliss when they attain orgasm, so whether or not she was trying to feed on her victim, or trying to get pregnant from a potential mate, her entire life focus during that time was to get her partner to ejaculate. Even though she was bound by the enchantments of the incantation he had cast to follow all his orders, and not feed on him, she was not concerned. Her instincts had kicked in, the only thing in the world she wanted was to get him to cum. Personal feelings were never taken into account.

He started thrusting in and out of her, the feeling was much better than any fantasy he had ever dreamed up. He had no idea if other women were as tight as this demon was, but all he could think about was how her pussy completely enveloped and hugged his cock tightly. 

He was completely astonished when, between her moaning, she reached up and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down on top of her, her breasts pushing into his chest. She began to rock her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to get his cock pushed deeper inside of her every time he thrust in. He lifted his head and groaned loudly, astonished by the amazing feeling of her warm, wet pussy. 

He reached under her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her body tightly against his own as she held onto him, moaning and yelping happily with every thrust. He lasted significantly longer than he ever thought his first time would last, but only because of the blowjob he had received earlier. He thrust in and out of her pussy for 15 minutes straight. Through the haze going through his mind he thought briefly that he should pull out, as he wasn't wearing a condom, but quickly realized it didn't matter, she was his slave and he could do as he pleased with her.

His pace quickened, thrusting very hard into her pussy, causing her to moan louder in sync with his loud grunts and groans as he began to cum. He felt himself shoot once into her pussy, then again, and a third time, shooting ropes into her as he filled her tight pussy up with his seed. She yelped loudly as she felt him cum, gripping him tightly as her loud voice moaned incoherent words into the air. Her mission accomplished, her entire life goal of getting him to cum had happened. She still gripped him tightly as he continued to shoot his human semen into her body, shaking all over from the intense orgasm she had achieved from finally getting her partner to reach his climax.

She let go and fell back onto the bed, breathing heavily as he still held onto her body tightly. He could not believe the feeling of that amazing experience. It was the most amazing feeling he had ever felt. He pulled himself out of her now cum filled pussy, rolling over and laying on the bed next to her, trying his hardest to catch his breath.

He had fantasized about sex almost constantly since puberty, he had a larger porn collection on his desktop PC than anyone he knew, but there was no way in his life he would have ever hoped it feel even half as amazing as it just had. He wanted to do so much more, but there was no way that he could perform again anytime soon after cumming twice in succession. He looked over at her body, glistening with sweat from head to toe.

He didn't know why she had become so active during sex, she seemed like she was very invested in pleasing him, even though he had given her no orders to. Perhaps she was starting to warm up to him, or maybe she just knew exactly what to do to get him off quickly. Either way, he wasn't going to complain about the amazing gift he had received.

She lay there on the bed, panting for breath. Her new master was contemptible and lacked even basic experience in the bed, but the restrictions he had given her about feeding on him had resulted in the most intense orgasm of her entire life. Somehow mating with this human had been very unfulfilling, but so incredibly amazing at the same time. She felt somewhat empty afterwards, she was unused to bedding a human without stealing his life force afterwards, but without having to concentrate on her feeding, she was able to keep all her attention on the incredible feelings that were pulsing all throughout her body during the experience.

He sat up on one elbow and looked over at her, taking in her glorious body once more before speaking. "What is your name?"

She looked at him, somewhat confused. None of the other men who had tried to enslave her had ever cared to ask her name, they merely referred to her either as "demon" or "slave" or "get over here", so why would he care? Either way, she hadn't the ability to refuse him his answer, so she replied, "My true name would be very difficult, if not impossible for you to pronounce. Over the last 300 years I've come to be known by your people as Lylan."

"Lylan?" he mused. It was an interesting name, he would have to do some research on it, to see if there were any records on her later. "So how old are you?"

"I am 328 years old by your standard." She answered. He seemed very interested in her; it was very odd position for her to be in.

"Will you stay here all the time, or will you go home?" he asked her. He was curious how he would be able to hide a fully nude woman with horns and large bat-like wings in his bedroom.

"You can send me away at your disposal, and call me back to you at any time by simply calling the name that I have given you. I will return to you no matter where you are at the time. She answered.

He yawned and stretched, getting very tired from all the strenuous activity. He looked at her naked body one more time. "Very well, then go ahead and go home for now, I will summon you again tomorrow..."

She was very surprised, none of the humans who had previously been her masters had ever let her leave, they wanted her on a tight leash to do things for them as they pleased. She got up and stood at the side of his bed, looking down at him to see whether or not he was going to take it back, but he didn't. He just looked up at her and inspected her naked body once more before his eyes closed, unable to stay awake any longer. She transported herself back to the Underworld and decided she would try and enjoy being back home as much as she could before she was called back.

The next morning he woke slowly, his hand reaching down as he began to stroke himself, thoughts of the night before going through his head, until suddenly his eyes opened wide, realizing that he didn't need to do this anymore, he could have the demon pleasure him instead. He smiled at the thought and decided to get cleaned and eat something before having his bout of fun for the day. He showered rather quickly with thoughts of the night before going through his head. He walked downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed something to snack on from the refrigerator. As he turned to walk back to his room, his mother came down the stairs, wearing light green t-shirt that showed off her breasts much better than the shirt she was wearing yesterday, as well as a pair of tight jeans that showed off her ass beautifully. She said hello to him as she passed him going to the kitchen. He replied back and stared at her ass as she left, he smiled to himself as an idea began to spring into his mind and hurried back up to his room. 

He knew what he wanted, and that was his mother's ass. He called the succubus by name, and several seconds later she appears in his room, once again wearing thin cloth garments. He explained his plan to her in detail and made sure she understood her part in it all. She nodded and told him she understood.

There was just one thing she was curious about though. "Master, if you wish to mate with your her, why don't you just overpower her and have your way with her?"

He looked confused at the question. "Well... because she's my mother... it's taboo... it's very frowned upon and illegal, especially if I forced myself on her."

She sighed, clearly exasperated at his explanation. "You humans make no sense to me... What does it matter if someone is related to you? As soon as I was old enough to grow horns, my father grabbed me by them and forced his cock in my mouth. That is how I learned to pleasure men so well. After I left adolescence, probably around 30 or 40 years old, my father took me and made me his sexual toy. I was his plaything for around a decade before I felt that I was ready to venture into the human world and use my knowledge on humans."

That story sounded so incredibly hot to him. He nodded the entire way through. "And what about your father, How long did that last?" he asked, trying to get more details on the encounter.

"It probably lasted another 5 years after I left for the human world, I was growing stronger and stronger every time I fed on a humans soul, and he was spending all his time trying to bed me, so before too long I had become much more powerful than he had, so I killed him and went on my way." She said, very matter of fact, like it was obvious that she would have done it.

He looked a bit shocked at this, and decided he did not want any more details. Besides, he had much more important things on his mind. After lusting after her for so many years, he was finally going to get his mothers ass...

TO BE CONTINUED...



The Book Ch. 03



Following the phone conversation with Diane, Alice went to her wardrobe and extracted a black dress she had not worn for some time. She tried it on and decided that it needed to be a snugger fit if it was to suit her new found exhibitionist streak. The dress was actually, quite demure, a full bodice up to a short 'v' neck and a straight skirt to her knees. The feature that interested Alice was the full-length zip fastener that worked from either end in the front from the neck to a short split in the front hem of the skirt. 

Alice assessed what was needed to alter the dress to what she wanted. Removing the dress, she went back down stairs and after assuring that Edwin did not mind if she did some sewing, got out her kit and proceeded to work her magic on the dress.

The following morning, she was beside herself with excitement to the point were, over breakfast, Edwin actually commented on her bubbly mood. She assured him that she just felt good and that the library job had given her an alternative focus for her life that she had been missing. Edwin seemed to accept that and he disappeared into his study. She went to their bedroom to get ready.

She pulled on a pair of white hold-up stockings. These had a deep lacy band around the top and like those the previous day, came within a lick of her freshly shaven pussy lips. She had found the shoes she had bought with the dress, black patent court shoes with fairly high heels. She slipped them on and looked at her image in the mirror. She liked what the shoes did to her legs and for that matter, her backside. Since her experiences of the day before, her ass now a definite sexual aspect.

She put on the dress and as in the book, spent some time making sure each tit was positioned correctly in the bodice. One of the modifications she had done was to tighten the bodice across her boobs slightly to give an enhanced décolletage, especially if the zip was lowered. The downside was that, because of her excitement, her distended nipples were fairly obvious. She knew that the dress would never be able to be worn with underwear, it would look tatty.

As it was raining, she wore her raincoat and some boots for the walk to work. To a certain extent she was relieved as she met a few of Edwin's groupies going about their Monday morning shopping. Ostensibly, she appeared to them her usual serene self, but to Alice the swan analogy applied; underneath as well as nearly naked, she was a seething caldron of emotion.

She arrived at the library to find Diane already inside fussing over the mail. She had chosen to wear a light two-piece suit with which there did not appear to be a blouse or top under the fairly loose fitting jacket. They greeted each other as usual as Alice passed her on her way to the cloakroom to get rid of her rain gear. Once she was ready, shoes on and dress nervously smoothed down, she checked herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and went out to join her friend.

Diane turned to face the approaching Alice. "Is it cold or are you pleased to see me?" Diane asked smiling, her eyes fixed on the protrusions caused by Alice's nipples.

"Most definitely the latter" Alice replied walking straight up to her friend. "Can you pop into the office with me for a mo' and I will show you just how pleased." Without waiting for her response, Alice took Diane's hand and led her into the little room behind the front desk. Once inside with the door shut they automatically moved into each other's embrace and Alice experienced her first kiss with one of her own sex. The soft contact with Diane's lips and body were totally different to that she felt with Edwin, her only other lover. Diane's tongue probed at Alice's lips that quickly yielded in response. The feel of Diane's tongue fencing with her own, her ample bosom pressing into her own and her hands needing her bottom cheeks induced a long guttural moan, stifled by the mouth inducing it.

They broke apart, both looking a little flushed. "Well" Diane broke the spell, "unless we want make the front page of the tabloids tomorrow, I think we ought to back off and get our jobs done. My God, Alice, you are one hot fucking woman!"

"You are, of course, quite right and I'll take that as a compliment." Alice went to the small vanity mirror and checked her appearance. "That was my first girl to girl kiss, but I don't think it will be my last."

"Neither my darling do I" Diane moved behind her and looking over Alice's shoulder, also checked she looked OK. Their eyes held each other in the mirror and for a moment, nothing needed to be said. Then Diane continued. "Lets come back here together after we close this afternoon."

"What's wrong with lunch time?"

Diane pointed to the windows. "No blinds! That playing field will be full of adolescents even in this weather.

"Oh fuck!

"Alice, your language, but yes, oh fuck!

"If you can, I can! Now instead we will have a ploughman's at The Bull, my treat." As Diane was about to suggest a Dutch treat, she was cut off with Alice's lips gently pressing against her own. "I will not brook any argument Diane, my treat!"

"OK my dear, then get that lovely ass in gear and open the doors, 10 o'clock is past. We are late, but this time I will forgive you."

The morning passed quickly because they were quite busy. This surprised them somewhat, because Monday was not one of their busy days, especially in inclement weather. The constant activity neutering any chance of hanky-panky which Alice was certainly up for if she could get a chance. The weather had moderated just before they closed for lunch. Before leaving Alice had checked the playing field and sure enough, dozens of the little sods were milling around under their window. They slipped their cots over their shoulders and left for lunch.

The walked across to the pub arm-in-arm, their neighbouring breasts pressing against each other. As they walked, Alice told Diane that she loved the contact between them and hoped that she did not mind too much. Diane assured her she was also touchy-feely, but to be careful not to attract unwanted eyes.

They entered an almost deserted bar, "It's the weather!" grumbled Bernard, the landlord. Alice ordered their meals and succumbed to Diane's pressure and allowed her to by two glasses of wine. Bernard told her that she had just missed Edwin, he had been in to organise the Baines' funeral wake. They found a window table and sat opposite each other, each wanting to see as much of the other as they could.

Alice made as if she could not get into her seat and released the lower zip a few inches. This allowed her to open her legs a little more for her friend's eyes. Diane in turn commented on how warm it was in the window and undid all but one of her jacket buttons. Both sets of eyes were focused on the charms on display when they heard Bernard approaching. Diane held her jacket and Alice closed her legs before he could arrive. Once departed, they relaxed and Alice lowered the top zip to be level with her nipples.

"You are a gorgeous looking and intelligent woman Alice, it seems ironic that you should be living in this sort of environment." Diane continued by asking, "you obviously have a rebellious streak, do you never want to break out?"

"Ironically, no!" Alice said emphatically. "Eddie is a gem and I love him dearly." She went on to tell Diane of their meeting and his rebellious streak. "I think I'm beginning to find it again" she smiled at her memory of their recent lovemaking. "And now that I have you, for the moment that is enough for me." Alice pondered why she had added that.

"That implies movement or growth?" Diane raised an eyebrow.

"Oh the latter and I hope you will help me."

Diane smiled, "I am going to enjoy this" she chuckled, "but how far do you want to go?"

Alice instinctively knew that this woman would be a solid friend, even if not a lover, and consequently also knew she would not get hurt. "As far as you want to take me!"

They devoured their lunch and sat finishing their wine. Diane could not seem to take her eyes of Alice's cleavage. "God, those tits of yours look fabulous" she said, "I can't wait to get my mouth on them."

"Ditto" responded Alice gazing at Diane's naked tits. Her jacket had gaped as she had leant forward to place her empty glass on the table. Alice finished her wine and as they re-adjusted their dress whispered, "I can't wait to see you naked."

They returned to the library as they left, arm-in-arm, if anything, gripping each other tighter. They went into the cloakroom come toilet and shed their coats. Alice took hold of Diane's face in her hands and without saying a word, lightly kissed her lips. It was just a peck, but the contact was searing for both women. Alice was about to open the door to attend to whoever had entered the library when Diane put her hand over hers on the door handle to stop her. Alice looked at her questioningly and saw the dampness of approaching tears. "Alice, I never intended this to happen, but I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Diane, my darling woman" Alice smiled at her and confidently continued, "I am already in love with you. I can't wait to consummate it, but not until you want to"

Diane did not know whether to laugh or cry. "You are a bitch aren't you, you've turned the tables on me. All I have wanted to do since you started here is get into your nickers and now all I want to do is make love to you."

"Well you are not getting in to them today" Alice said turning the door handle, "I'm not in any." She opened the door and passed through it to attend to what was now a queue waiting at the desk.

The queue had been dispersed by the time Diane had composed herself and returned to the desk. Alice was sorting out the returned books in preparation of returning them to the shelves. Diane picked up a couple she had apparently missed and went over to give them to her. "That makes two of us hussies darling" she whispered, "and you missed these."

"No I didn't, look at them."

Diane saw that they were lesbian stories, in fact they were by the same author as the book and she had read them. "Ah" she murmured, "do you want to read these, I can recommend them. The curiosity got the better of her, " Who returned them?"

"Are you getting predatory already, you've got me to bed first." Alice couldn't blame her because of her own reaction when she realised what the books were and who had returned them. "The college girl in the "Women's Interests" section. I know her, she was in my Sunday school class a couple of years ago."

"Don't worry lover" Diane whispered placing the books back on the desk, "but if I've read you right, there is more than a glimmer of interest in your eyes." "Guilty!" Alice laughed, loud enough for the nearer patrons to turn and see what had amused her. "I'm going that way, I'll check her out for us." With that parting shot she gave the trolley a shove to propel it toward the stacks. Diane had to stay to attend a borrower who had just approached the desk.

Alice felt exhilarated as she walked toward her task. As she disappeared into the first set of shelves, finding nobody there she pulled both ends of her dress zipper and took a couple of books from the trolley and proceeded to Women's Interests. She found the girl scanning the shelves as if looking for something specific. Alice had not particularly noticed before what a beauty she was. Blond shoulder length hair, about five feet ten with a gorgeous figure which her bulky tracksuit failed to smother. Alice was immediately reminded of the Cindy character in the book and felt a flush of excitement at the implications of her thoughts.

"It's Susan isn't it? Sue Clark?" Alice made sure she was bent down to give the girl the best possible view of her tits.

"Yes, but I don't think I know -- oh my God! Mrs Scott! I didn't recognise you." Alice was pleased when she saw the girls eyes fasten on her cleavage and stay there.

"We're not in Sunday school any more Susan, so it's Alice." Alice now stretched up to a higher shelf, holding on with one hand so that she could stand on one foot and lift her free leg out in a balancing action, thus opening the extended slit in her skirt. Again Susan's eyes took in what was on show and this time it was more that she had intended, reaching up had lifted the hem of her dress as well. Susan had a clear view of what was by now an extremely damp pussy.

"Jeese Mrs -- sorry -- I mean Alice, you sure are one funky lady!" Susan was smiling. "You were always so reserved, so plain."

"Came with the territory didn't it" Alice stood on two feet again facing the girl. "Now you seem to be looking for something specific. Can I help?"

"Well I don't know ...."

Before she could continue Alice interrupted "I saw the books you returned, remember. Now don't worry, what are you looking for?"

"I honestly don't think it will be here, it's a bit -- shall we say -- hot?" Sue sort of looked sideways at Alice as if frightened of her reaction.

"You won't know until you ask will you. You've more than enough time in here to find it. What is the title?" Alice was beginning to loose her patience.

"Mrs Dane in Washington" she said at last "its part of a trilogy. I've already read the others.

"Ah" Alice responded realising it was the book she had at home, "that book has not yet been approved for general consumption Susan. But I can make sure you can see a copy if you would like."

"You'll not tell anyone will you?" Susan looked concerned.

Alice smiled conspiratorially. "We're like the doctor, client confidentiality" she assured, "besides I like that author too."

"Then I won't let on either" Susan smiled.

"About what?"

"That you're beautifully naked under that gorgeous dress."

Alice actually blushed "Thank you!" and before she could stop herself, "you should try it sometime."

"Perhaps next time I come in."

"Any day but Wednesday please" Alice pleaded, "I would love to see you too. Now before you go, go to the desk and reserve that book. Tell Diane, my friend" she emphasised 'friend', "Alice -- use Alice -- sent you. OK?"

"OK and thanks" and she disappeared round the end of the stack.

Alice dashed to where she could see Diane and signalled to her that the girl she was talking to was the one. As Susan filled in the reservation form, Diane signalled back her approval.

Alice retrieved the books she had used as her pretext for talking to Susan and went back to work. When she had completed all the returns, she felt a little mischievous and passed through the front part of the library to see how many people were there. On seeing only two sitting in the newspaper section, she returned to the stacks and went to the end of the isle that led directly onto the desk. She was just in time to see Diane disappear into the office, but knew she would not leave the desk unattended for long.

Alice checked there was no one near her in the stacks and as she returned to the end of the isle, unzipped her dress. As she turned to look toward the desk, Diane was coming through the office door and saw her immediately. She was transfixed as Alice opened her dress and with one hand separated her labia and with the other buried her fingers in her cunt. The look on Diane's face was priceless as she extracted her fingers and put them in her mouth to lick them clean. She quickly retreated into the stacks to re-adjust her dress before striding back to the desk as if nothing had happened.

Once everybody had left at the appointed time, Alice went to lock the doors. As she returned to the desk, Diane smiled at her and turned to go into the office. Alice went to the phone and called Edwin and told him a consignment of books had arrived and they wanted to check the inventory then, rather than in the morning. She would be a little late getting home. He suggested that he meet her at The Bull instead of cooking late and she agreed to call him when to come.

When she at last entered the office, she found Diane just wearing just her hold-up stockings and shoes, lent against the desk. Alice pulled the zip of her dress and took it off. They stood looking at each other, taking in each other's beauty. Alice moved forward and put her hands around her lover's waist and pulled them together. They kissed and as they did, Diane's arms went around Alice's neck. As their tongues fought a battle for supremacy, Alice's hands stroked Diane's back. As the kiss went on, their breathing quickened, their movements became aggressive.

Alice broke the kiss and went straight for Diane's left nipple, sucking as much of her tit into her mouth as she could. Diane grunted deep in her throat. She held her lover's head and moved it to the other breast where the act was repeated. "God Alice, you are a surprise" Diane said between moans and grunts as Alice worked from one breast to the other. "Oh that is sublime!" 

Alice left the mammary delights and as she sank to her knees, she looked into her lover's eyes. "Talk dirty to me Diane, be as filthy as you like, I love it."

"Get down there and suck my cunt my darling slut." Diane also loved the sound of obscenities. "Get my cunt wet, I want to see my cunt juice all over your face."

"Oh yes Diane!" Alice moved forward and kissed the shaved skin just above the clitoris. Diane leaned back and spread her legs exposing her whole genital area. "Oh it is beautiful darling" Alice whispered and then extended her tongue to lick the labia on each side.

"What is Alice? tell me what you find so alluring" Diane demanded, encouraging Alice to open up.

Alice stopped her ministrations and looked up at her friend. "Your charming cunt my dear" Alice responded then gave it another lick. "I know I haven't seen too many, but this pretty pussy gets my juices flowing" She returned to her task, this time she pushed Diane's legs further apart which separated her labia, exposing her clitoris.

Alice's tongue went straight for the tip and flipped it back and forth. "Uuuughhh, that is sooo goo oo ood" Diane moaned, "keep doing that for a while, it's wonderful." Alice was enjoying herself! The taste of her lover's pussy was exquisite. Diane's reactions to her untutored cunt lapping increasing her own arousal.

Alice lifted Diane's legs slightly to open her bum cheeks to reveal her anus. She then swept her tongue from it to her clit. "Oh shit, Alice, I love my ass hole played with, go for it. Tongue my ass, please?" Alice duly obliged, she ran the tip around the brown skin that surrounded it drawing mewing sounds from her victim. The slightly salty taste making her feel a little heady. She was so intoxicated by the situation and her love for her friend that it seemed so natural to stiffen her tongue and push it past the sphincter and into the recesses beyond.

Diane almost shouted "Oh you fucking bitch, that is sensational." Her breathing was decidedly ragged as her impending orgasm approach. She grabbed hold of her on legs allowing Alice to use her hands. Alice meanwhile had pressed her mouth against the skin around her target and generated saliva to lubricate her tongue's passage. She pushed the spit into the hole with her tongue and when it felt easier, stared to vigorously tongue-fuck her friend's anus.

"Oh darling" Diane mewed, "I know I love you doing that, but I'm going to come. I want your mouth on my cunt when I come." Alice quickly moved her attention to the orifice above. She did the same thing, she fastened her mouth over the entrance and began to tongue-fuck Diane's cunt. "Oh hell, how long is your tongue?" Diane was getting close, grunting. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" with each thrust then "Aaaaaahhhhhhhh" as she went into her orgasm.

Alice was so beside herself with pure sexual excitement that she had brought her friend to a climax, that she was naturally swallowing the fluids that Diane emitted. Diane's orgasm was so profound that she had relaxed her complete body and the contents of her bladder found its way down Alice's throat. The eventual realisation of what she was actually drinking far from disgusting her, triggered her own orgasm. Alice did not remove her mouth until all the flow had stopped.




The Book Ch. 03



She stood and helped Diane up too. They kissed and the dregs of Diane's emissions found their way into her mouth. "Oh no!" Diane exclaimed, realising what had happened, "I haven't done that for years. I'd forgotten I could. Oh Alice what can I say - do. I am so sorry.

Alice smiled at her understandable discomfort. "My darling, when I realised what was happening, it triggered my own climax. I came without even touching myself. I'm amazed."

"You're not appalled by it? You still like me?"

"Like you?" She laughed, "I fucking love you, you silly slut." She turned to pick up her dress. "I can't wait to do it again, now lets get out of here before Eddie tries to knock the door down."

"But what about you?"

"I saw, I conquered, I came!" She giggled at her own humour. "Anyway, we simply do not have the time, do we?"

"You're right, but I was so looking forward to making love to you." Diane moaned.

"And you know you will, as soon as an opportunity presents itself" Alice offered, "and I will give you every opportunity. My erogenous zones will always be available to your hands and mouth. I've decided I'm not wearing underwear anymore. Not unless I absolutely have to" she finished thinking of Edwin.

As Diane tidied herself up, Alice went out to the desk to call Edwin. She told him she would be in The Bull in about 10 minutes. He asked her to make it fifteen as he had to call at the church organist's house on the way.

She returned to the office to find Diane touching up her make-up. Alice did not use it and was glad of a little extra time to let her face loose the blush of their exertions. She asked Diane if she would keep her company for a drink in The Bull till Edwin arrived. Diane, wanting to stay with her new-found lover as long as possible, readily agreed. 



The Book Ch. 04



Alice and Diane settled into a routine were every Monday evening after the library had closed, they would "check in new books" together. These were their only opportunities for any intimate time together. Otherwise, they managed to control their lust for one another to maintain their public personas. Once the office door closed on a Monday afternoon, they became brazen hedonists intent only on giving each other carnal pleasures. Many was the time they were thankful the floor was washable as Alice developed her taste for "golden" activities. Diane had even managed to obtain a double dildo each for them, which led to Alice loosing her anal cherry.

Alice's marital love life was also invigorated as a consequence. She and Edwin had broadened their sexual horizons such that Alice was a passionate three-holer. She had developed a thing for anal sex, which Edwin particularly enjoyed as well, but she had yet to introduce him to her other new passion – the so-called water sports.

Alice had also developed her wardrobe by altering those things that could be and making her own new dresses. She particularly enjoyed the things she would wear on Sundays at church and Sunday school. Being sans underwear became second nature, but the excitement never diminished. Edwin was by now aware of her underwear "phobia" as he christened and revelled in it. He had even taken some services naked under his cassock, the bulk of his vestments shrouding the painful hard-on that Alice had to relieve orally in the vestry immediately after the service.

Diane became a regular at church, not every week and not always with Roy. When alone on the back pew, they would covertly explore each other's pussies. Alice had made her dresses with pockets that were open to the inside. When Diane discovered this naughty feature, she had Alice alter all her Sunday outfits as well. So, quietly seated on the back pew, paying apparently rapt attention to Rev. Scott's sermon, two sets of fingers were busy diddling labia, clits and cunts. Nobody, even Edwin seemed to notice that their legs were always slightly apart.

The young girl, Susan had borrowed the book and returned it. Alice missed her on both occasions and so never got the chance to see if she had taken her advice and tried going without underwear. For some reason, the girl was always in the back of her mind and Alice being Alice, she had to analyse why. She loved her husband dearly, in fact nowadays, since her emancipation was in lust with him. He could do no wrong, at least between her legs. She also dearly loved Diane whom, because of the covert nature of the physical side of their relationship, provided the extra level of excitement she seemed to crave.

Why then did she have this abiding memory of Susan? Alice realised that even the excitement generated by her trysts with her girlfriend were becoming routine, the very thing that, along with the push from Diane sent her in search of such excitement in the first place. When Alice broached this thought to Diane during their lunch break one day, she was surprised when Diane told her she was having similar thoughts too, but was scared to upset Alice if she had tried to discuss it. Alice told Diane she hoped that they were close enough friends – God they couldn't get much closer – to be able to discuss anything between them.

Alice mentioned of her thoughts of Susan and how they had prompted the thought process that had brought them to this discussion. Diane laughed "Now who's getting predatory?" She stopped laughing and looked into her lover's eyes. "You know, we are not monogamous, we have our husbands whom we both adore and yet we have each other. I have had other relationships outside my marriage – without Roy knowing or finding out – because, like you, I need something extra that gives me a buzz. You have given me that in spades, but we need to get out of this rut into which we seem to have fallen. Lets each give it some thought and we'll talk again, in the mean time if you get the opportunity to do something with the girl, go for it – on one condition!"

"Which is?

"I want a full uncensored report."

Alice chuckled at her friend's condition. "I think I would find giving that report quite stimulating. I'll make you a bargain, see as your doing this for me, if you want to play away so to speak you return the favour."

"This extramarital activity is still a relative novelty to you. I told you I've been there and got the tee-shirt." Diane smiled then took a deep breath before continuing. "I have no yen at the minute, to expand on what we have. You need to find your limits and a little experimentation will not go amiss if you are careful and nobody gets hurt. From what you have told me this girl is vulnerable – as you were – but you had the maturity to handle it. Be careful Alice!"

Alice smiled at her lover. "You are an angel my love, but at this moment I have no plans for any seduction. My intention for mentioning her was to highlight why I was preoccupied – no that's the wrong expression – she was in my mind."

Now it was Diane's turn to smile. "Now, was that a Freudian slip my love?"

"No!" Alice became a little flustered, had her friend really caught her out. "I don't think so. No!" Diane held her smile. "Diane, stop it! Come on, we have only a couple of minutes in which to open up."

It was later in the week when Susan showed up at the library. She was wearing the regulation uniform of her school, maroon blazer white blouse and deep blue knee length skirt. She was in black hose and had sensible black shoes with a low heel. Alice and Diane were both behind the desk, but it was Diane who spotted her first. Susan was standing in the open area before the desk, obviously waiting for Alice to look up. Diane whispered aside "I think you are wanted." Alice looked up and caught the nod indicating for her to follow her into the stacks. As she turned to walk round the desk, Diane spoke louder to make sure she heard. "Alice, remember what I said."

Alice stopped and looked at her lover. "I told you, I am not looking for anything more. She invited me, not the other way round."

Alice went straight to the Women's Interest section and sure enough, Susan was there, nervously pacing up and down. Fortunately, the library was quiet and so little attention was being paid to them. "Do you need help in finding something Susan?" was Alice's opening gambit.

"No, not this time" Susan answered, "I want to ask a couple of favours of you."

Alice was immediately wary. "Oh yes, how can I help?"

"Well I've always admired you, especially the way you dress and I remember you saying once that you enjoyed designing and making dresses. Would you make me a dress?"

Alice was caught of guard. "Oh, well, I suppose so. Will your mother be OK with this? Have you asked her?"

"Oh yes, we have discussed it and she suggested I asked you, she wants to know what she has to buy, materials, threads and so on." Susan was beginning to get excited at Alice's acquiescence.

"What is the dress for, a special occasion?"

"My eighteenth birthday party and I would like you to be there." Susan was grinning from ear to ear. "I will have to invite my friends and their boyfriends, but I think you know, I'm not into boys."

"It is a little early for you to be making such profound decisions about your lifestyle Susan" Alice was aware she was slipping into 'lecture mode', "but enough, I will make you a dress. Bring your mum to the vicarage any night this week to discuss it. Now you said a couple of favours?"

Susan looked at Alice with apprehension. "Mum also said to ask you if you would give me some extra tuition in English for my exams. I need 'B's in both language and lit'" 

Again, Alice was caught of guard. "I've never done that before. I will have to think on that one. Tell you what, Your mother and I will discuss that also."

"Thank you Mrs Scott." Susan seemed relieved to have got it all over with. "I acted on your suggestion" she was now smiling broadly. "In fact I only wear anything under now for gym' and sports. I shave too!"

"Too much information Susan" Alice laughed, enjoying the girl's sense of fun, "do you enjoy it?"

"Oh my God yes!" she enthused. "It's so liberating, but I wear a longer length skirt for school as you can see, it's safer."

"I'd love to see" Alice returned smiling, "you have already." Then she spotted a borrower at the end of the aisle. "Not yet, there is somebody behind you." They passed on. "OK now"

Susan took hold of the hem of the skirt and lifted it till her pretty little pussy came into view. She was wearing crotchless tights that framed her shaven mons. She dropped her skirt and before Alice could do anything about it had opened her blouse to show a beautiful pair of naked tits. "Now we're equal I think" Susan said as she buttoned up her blouse.

"Not quite" Alice suggested, "I think I owe you my nipples."

Susan squealed, then giggled which brought Diane scurrying down the aisle. "What was that noise?" she asked looking sternly at Alice.

Susan was quick to see the glance and thinking Alice was getting the blame admitted she had squealed in response to a funny that Alice had uttered. She then bid her farewell saying her mother would be in touch, turned and left.

Diane was all questions and Alice told her of all that had transpired, but for the display Susan had put on for her. "Well it seems innocent enough with mummy being there" she didn't sound convinced, "but I still say you should be careful."

"Don't worry darling. Now it's closing time. You lock up and then join me in the office. I've a few things that need filling like an extremely wet cunt, a twitching ass and an eager mouth and you're the one I need to fill them" She gave Diane a wink and disappeared into the office.

A couple of nights later, Alice was setting out her stall to make yet another alteration to an old dress she had found when the 'phone rang. Edwin saw she was temporarily engrossed and picked up the call. "Alice, it's Mrs Clark. You said you were expecting her to call."

"Be right there, oh Eddie, you won't mind if she and Susan call round later, would you?"

"Not at all, if you can help Susan with her studies, all to the good. I would though, expect you to have some recompense my love."

"Let me speak to them before we get excited" she picked up the receiver. "Hello, Alice Scott speaking."

"Oh Mrs Scott, thank you for agreeing to do this."

Alice interrupted. "One moment Mrs Clark, I only offered to talk with you about the possibility. Making the dress is not a problem" then more for the listening Edwin's benefit than her own, "but the tuition, well other than Sunday school, I've never taught."

"It is my enthusiasm I must apologise for, Sue in fact did relay your message truly. So, may we come round in about half an hour to discuss it?"

"Naturally, I'll see you both then." She replaced the receiver.

Edwin stood. "I'll go into my study out of your way."

"Not yet you won't, they'll not be here for another thirty minutes, so let's sit with a drink while we wait." Eventually, the doorbell rang and Edwin rose to let in her visitors.

Mrs. Clark was a handsome woman. In her ridiculously (to Alice) high heels, she seemed tower above her host. Alice sat them down and offered them both a drink. They both joined Alice with her wine after Mrs Clark assured Alice it was OK for Susan to have one small glass. Susan was wearing a simple sundress that again came to her knees and flat sandals, her mother in a more conservative dress that hugged her impressive figure.

They sat and sipped their wine and by the time their glasses had been drained, Alice was on first name terms with Lynda. Their conversation centred round the upcoming party, which was to be held at the local golf club. Alice asked what sort of dress would be required. When Susan responded by asking for the red dress in Mrs Dane in Washington, Alice nearly choked.

"Don't worry Alice, my daughter and I are very close" she emphasised close, "we talk about everything" again the emphasis "and I have read Mrs Dane in Washington. Since her father died, she is all I have in the way of family. So we have developed what some people may consider an unhealthily close 

relationship." Alice looked across at Susan and sensed her discomfort. "Alice, I instinctively know that this conversation will go no further. I am aware of Sue's proclivity and I will support her in whatever she decides to do. I am myself bisexual and so do not have the phobias most parents would exhibit in a similar situation. If you can make the red dress for her, that is the one she will wear!"

It took Alice a second or two to regain her composure. "Well Lynda" she I also instinctively know that what Susan has told you about me will also be confidential. I am sure we are going to get alone really well. Can I suggest that we do the fitting and so at your house, I don't think my husband will take kindly to a naked teenager in the vicarage."

Lynda laughed. "But of course, that's not a problem at all. Now about the tutoring?"

"Well Lynda, I am not a teacher in the professional sense, but I have a proposal. I will tutor Susan without charge, here, once a week for four weeks. If after that time you wish to continue, then we can come to a financial arrangement."

Again Lynda's response was positive and Susan affirmed that she was happy with the arrangement. They agreed they would meet again at Lynda's house the following night. The two visitors stood to take their leave and Alice led them to the front door. She stood in the hall with her guests on either side. Lynda offered "Alice, I am sorry we didn't see more of the vicar – perhaps another time, please give him our regards."

"But of course Lynda, he thought he would cramp our style and I believe he would." Alice answered smiling.

Alice was about to step forward to open the door when she felt a hand rest on each buttock and start to rub. Lynda leant in close and whispered so that only the three could hear. "Sue was right, you are a very beautiful woman, Alice and we cannot wait to get to know you better." The pressure of the hands increased explaining just how they intended to know.

Alice put a hand on each of their bum cheeks ascertained that they both were sans panties and replied "The feeling is entirely mutual, but ladies, my husband is not aware of my bisexuality – as yet – and when he does get to know, I want it to be from me. So I would appreciate your co-operation in keeping it that way."

"My dear Alice, we are in a similar boat so do not worry." Lynda leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait to have your thighs around my neck" and stabbed her tongue in her ear.

Susan leant into the other ear "or mine around yours" and repeated her mother's action.

Alice pushed her guests toward the door saying "come along ladies, you had better go before we get into trouble. My husband may like an all-girl orgy on the vicarage hallway floor, but I doubt the Bishop would see the funny side of it."

"Of course my dear" Lynda laughed, "tell him the dress fitting may take awhile."

As soon as she shut the door behind them, she went straight to Edwin's study to check if he needed the 'phone for a few minutes, she needed to talk to Diane. He assured her it was OK, but doubted the time estimate. Alice called her friend and related all that had transpired earlier. Diane was gob-smacked! She had heard of such relationships through story sites on the internet, but assumed they were but the feverish fantasies of the writers, even – as she admitted – they were a turn on. They bade each other good night and Alice went to get her sketchpad to start the process of turning the fictional dress into reality.



The Book Ch. 05



The following evening, Alice prepared for her visit to Lynda's to start the process of producing the required party dress. She had showered and shaved her naughty bits and donned self-supporting flesh coloured hose, but she could not decide what else to wear. In the end, she chose a simple sleeveless 'A' line dress in black. She retrieved her black heeled sandals and went to bid her husband goodbye. On the way to his study, she picked up her document case containing her sketches.

She poked her head round Edwin's study door. "I'm going to Lyn .... Mrs. Clark's. I'll probably be late so don't wait up." He appeared to be concentrating on some text or other, but nodded his assent. She quietly re-closed his door and set off to her new friend's home.

On arrival, she was greeted by Susan dressed in only [she supposed] a robe. She was shown into the lounge where Susan's mother, Lynda waited, stood before the fireplace. She had on a wraparound dress, also in black. Once the pleasantries were dispensed with, Alice showed them her sketches for the dress. From the front, it was full length, full bodied gown with short sleeves. The skirt was to have unconnected overlapping panels, as had her "Sunday" dress. The back was to have a oval shaped cut-out that went up to her shoulder blades and down to the top of her bottom cleavage. In the sketch, it was just visible.

Susan was ecstatic about it, her mother a little more circumspect. Perhaps, she suggested, a similar cut-out in the bodice from the high collar down to the undersides of the breasts. Alice quickly sketched in what had been suggested and Susan was beside herself.

Lynda asked Alice how she wanted to proceed. "Firstly we will get our official business out of the way, getting Susan's measurements." She paused for effect. "Then I want to have some downright fucking dirty sex with the pair of you."

"Mrs. Scott!" Lynda gasped, but with a smile on her face went on, "I don't think that you, our respected vicar's wife, should be aware of language like that." Then quietly, almost conspiratorially " I am pleased that you are, I love dirty talk and we will of course accommodate you. I love down and dirty sex and so does Susan." As she paused, Susan removed her robe to reveal her naked body. "I must confess" she continued smiling, "I do not have a clue as to where she gets it from."

Alice went about her task, well hardly efficiently. With such a fine specimen of the female form before her, each measurement took an inordinately long time. When Lynda commented about it, Alice recalled to her how her father, a carpenter, always said 'measure twice – cut once'. "I think that it is more a case of you enjoying your task too much to rush." Lynda responded laughing.

"Guilty as charged" Alice said, "but your daughter is so gorgeous. I can't resist."

"By the look on her face, I don't think she wants you to either." Susan had a glazed look in her eyes. "I think she is ready for the filth."

"I was a soon as I opened the door to her." Susan had snapped out of her reverie.

"As now am I" returned Alice rolling up her tape. As she did Susan found the zip on Alice's dress. Before Alice could return her notes and tape to her document case, she was stepping out of her dress, which she had allowed to fall to the floor. Both of her hostesses gasped at her beauty.

"Oh Mrs Scott" Susan gasped, "you are gorgeous. Just look at those boobs Mummy, the nipples, oh my God!" Her mouth descended onto Alice's left nipple, drawing a gasp from Alice. Lynda attached herself to the redundant nipple and Alice was left to marvel at another first for her.

Eventually Lynda released her nipple, "I think we should be better up stairs" and led the two younger women up to a bedroom on the first floor.

This was no ordinary bedroom. It was a room solely for the pursuit of carnal pleasure. The walls were mirrored prompting Alice to comment on what a fabulous fitting room it would make. "Then you shall have to do Susan's fitting in here" Lynda said. Alice looked up to see that the ceiling was also mirrored over the king-sized bed.

"Come here Susan" Alice commanded, "you said something about your thighs around my neck?"

"I did, didn't I?" Susan came into Alice's arms and their lips joined in a searing tongue fencing kiss. Lynda came up behind Alice and brought her arms round to cup Alice's tits drawing a groan from the trapped librarian. The two younger women continued to kiss while Lynda continued to caress Alice's body and kiss her neck and shoulders, one hand dipping down to delve into the clean-shaven vulva. 

Alice drew away from the kiss and turned to face the older of her hostesses. Susan replaced her mother at her rear, her hand taking over at Alice's vulva. "You are a tad overdressed for this party Lynda" she said reaching for the sash that held the dress in place, "let me help you get out of this beautiful dress."

"Thank you my dear" Lynda responded allowing Alice to open the dress to reveal a black leather bustier and suspender belt holding up black seamed stockings.

"Oh I love leather" Alice sighed as she ran her hands over the surprisingly soft hide, "I wish I could afford it."

"It isn't that expensive darling" Lynda told her, "I have a friend who can get the material and I'm sure you can run your own things up." As Lynda spoke, Alice returned to Susan's arms. "Now I am going to enjoy being the voyeur" Lynda continued as she went to a large chaise-lounge against the wall.

If her daughter and their guest heard her, there was no indication as they were both wrapped up in each other's arms exchanging saliva as they deeply kissed. Alice eventually broke the contact and began her downward trail of kisses stopping on her way at the beautiful bosom of her partner. It was not the abundance of mammary flesh that excited her now that they were uncovered, but the size of her nipples. Alice thought hers were large when distended, but for a girl of her age Susan's were enormous and Alice wasted no time in making them familiar with her tongue.

"Mrs Scott" Susan moaned, "I need your mouth on my cunt. I have waited yonks to have you to get there. Please, don't keep me waiting any longer."

Alice needed no further encouragement and with a breathy "OH YES" went straight for her lover's clitoris, drawing it into her mouth and nibbling it between her teeth. Susan must have been on the edge because she immediately orgasmed, flooding Alice's face with a mixture of her secretions and the partial contents of her bladder. As soon as Alice realised what was happening, She doubled her efforts to contain the offering in her mouth before swallowing it all – not a drop reached the bedding.

"I am sorry that happened" Susan panted, trying to regain a modicum of composure. "It's never happened before, but then I have never come so powerfully before. You are something else Mrs. Scott."

"Never apologise to me for doing anything like that" Alice assured her. "I happen to love that sort of thing actually, although I only discovered that recently in a similar situation."

"You and me both", the voice of Lynda making Alice turn to her and move into her arms. "I am delighted that you are not averse to getting wet, I absolutely love it."

"Giving or receiving?" asked Alice quietly, nibbling at Lynda's ears.

"Oh both, but preferably the latter" she returned before drawing Alice's mouth onto her own. The ensuing kiss was pure lust and aggressive passion. Both participants driving their tongues at each other, both pumping saliva back and forth. They eventually broke their oral duel, Lynda was the first to regain her composure and speak. "How would you like me to pleasure you, my darling?"

"Oh fuck me please, with the biggest dildo you've got." Alice was still breathing hard with excitement from their necking session. Susan, who had by now recovered her senses after her orgasm, went over to a door in the mirrors opened it and disappeared beyond. She returned momentarily with a strap on double phallus and a tube of lube. "You won't need that for me" Alice told her, "my pussy is sopping!"

"It is not for your cunt, darling. It's for my arse hole" Lynda informed her as Susan illustrated the point by showing Alice the unusual twin protrusions, the larger for the wearer's cunt, the second for their anus.

"I've got to have one of those!" Alice exclaimed. "That is so erotic!"

"We will arrange that as part of your dress making fee" Lynda suggested, smiling. "Now help my darling daughter get it on to me." Susan had been lubing up the smaller anal probe and passed the contraption to Alice who turned and pointed the single probe side to Lynda. "I believe I wear it the other way round" Lynda went on, "both probes are to fit into me."

"Oh shucks" Alice complained jokingly, "I love anal play."

By now, Susan had been back to the cupboard and returned wearing a second strap-on albeit with a reasonably sized phallus. "Oh I think Suzy has designs on your back door, my dear" Lynda said impatiently taking the dildo from Alice and inserting the larger of the twin probes between her labia and on into her cunt. "Now" she went on, "you slowly push the other into my ass." Alice had been watching Susan lubing up her dildo and turned to her task. "Oh yes" murmured Lynda, "I cannot get enough of my bum being filled. The night we came to the vicarage, I had a butt plug up there and ben-wa balls in my pussy."

Alice made sure both artificial cocks were inserted as far as possible and then started to fasten the harness. "You filthy hussy" she hissed, "I love it! I've got to have some of these toys, They are brilliant!"

Lynda laid back onto the bed. "Mount up Mrs Scott, I cannot wait to get at those tits of yours."

Alice straddled Lynda and eased the phallus into her eager cunt. "Oh fuck, Lynda, this is heavenly, I'm so full" she said when she felt the harness eventually touch her clitoris.

"Not as full as your going to be!" Susan was mounting the bed behind her. "Just try and stay still a mo' while I get my cock into your arse."

"Oh God, I've never done this before." Alice felt the crown of the dildo slip past her sphincter and travel slowly into her anal depths. "Fuck, oh fuck, this is something else! Oh ladies, please fuck me! Fuck the living daylights out of me!"

Somehow, the mother and daughter managed to start and maintain a rhythm that had Alice jabbering away with all sorts of obscenities. Her two attackers matched her word for word, teaching her several she had not heard before.

It was not long before Alice was wailing out her first orgasm, but her lovers did not even break step. They kept on shagging Alice till eventually Lynda succumbed and went rigid under her. Susan ploughed on toward her own climax. "Come on Susan" Alice demanded, "fuck your Sunday school teacher till she can't walk again. Shag me you beautiful slut, shove that wonderful cock right up my ass!" she could feel her second climax building up. "Oh yes, it's coming Susan, just a little longer, please." 

Susan had no intention of backing off, her own orgasm was fast approaching. "Come on teach, come with me I'm there!"

The buffeting that Alice had endured from Susan had lifted her up Lynda's dildo. Lynda waited until Alice's eyes shut in ecstasy, then drove her hips upwards savagely.

"AAAOOOOHHHH SHEEEEEEET!" Alice screamed.

As they came down from their orgasmic highs, they fell over onto their sides, the probes remaining buried in Alice's nether orifices. After about five minutes getting their breath back Alice opened her eyes to see Lynda smiling back at her. "Now that is what I call a fucking good time" Lynda said, "I can't wait to enjoy you again."

"There are going to be an inordinate number of fittings, I believe" Alice offered.

"Oh God I hope so" came a voice from behind. "I can't wait to be two-holed."

"Susan" Alice asked, "can you pull out of me please? It's way past ten and I don't want Eddie to get too inquisitive about what I'm up to with you two. I've got to get home.

Ten minutes later mother and daughter were again swapping saliva with their guest as she stood at their front door to leave. She bid her final farewells and made her way sorely back to the vicarage.

Edwin was waiting up for her. "I was beginning to get concerned" he said, "I was just about to ring Clarks to see if you had left. Did you get done what you needed to do?"

Alice smiled at him, or rather at the memory of her tryst. "Yes, my love. I had a very full evening and maybe a glass of wine too many." 



The Book Ch. 06



So it was for the next few weeks that Alice made repeated visits to the Clark household to check this, that, or the other on the dress. The checks – if there were any – took at most five or ten minutes. The carnal pleasures took the rest of the night. Alice on many occasions made her way home in the wee small hours. Her collection of toys also increased. In order to allay Edwin's inquisitiveness, she invited Lynda and Susan to the vicarage to dine. 

The evening went so well, she did it again inviting Diane and Roy also. Although she suspected Alice had seduced Susan, Diane was not aware of the true nature of Alice's relationship with her and her mother and vice versa. Alice had long since decided to compartmentise her relationships to avoid complications. What she and her friends got up to had to be between her and those particular friends only.

She and Diane continued their affair. They had decided that playing at the library was too chancy so they visited each other regularly, particularly when their respective spouse was absent. This meant that the majority of trysts were at Diane's because Roy spent such a lot of time at the golf club. The two librarians could not get enough of each other. Diane came to look forward, as much as Alice to their golden moments. In fact she was getting addicted to the taste. On one of her rare visits to the vicarage – Edwin was at the Synod for the week – Alice had cooked them a meal, which they consumed naked. After copious amounts of wine had been quaffed, Diane had Alice fill her glass with her golden offering and she reciprocated. With an added dash of gin, they toasted their friendship.

Eddie was also being kept carnally employed satisfying his wife which she thoroughly enjoyed. She loved the feel of his cock expanding the folds of her pussy. The various phalli of her friends – though exciting – were no match for her husband's hot live weapon. His love life had improved dramatically and he was beginning to doubt that the erotica that Alice occasionally brought home to proof read was the only spark that had re-lit her fire. Basking in her newly found wantonness, he was as yet however reluctant to risk biting the hand that was feeding him.

The dress was now completed and on a night when her husband was on diocesan business at the cathedral, she invited Susan alone – Lynda had to attend a meeting elsewhere – to the vicarage for the final fitting. Alice also knew that Edwin's meetings could be over in less than an hour, or could take all night. Alice had told her guest that they would not be able to partake in any debauchery this night.

Once arrived, Susan was ushered through to the sitting room where the dress was waiting, laid out on the couch. The deep green satin shimmering in the changing light as they advanced upon it. Susan was wearing a simple button down dress and soon had it over the back of a chair to the side to reveal that was all she wore, apart from the heeled sandals.

Alice held the dress as Susan stepped into it. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and Alice brought the collar round her neck and secured it in the front with a simple gold buckle. Alice stood back and admired her handy-work.

The choker collar was fashioned from soft black leather about 2 inches deep ornamented with the gold buckle in front. The bodice – what there was of it – had an inverted teardrop opening edged about one inch wide with the same leather, the bottom terminating about three inches below the underside of Susan's ample tits. The line of the opening sufficient to ensure that each aureole was just covered. The bodice was designed so that each breast was snugly supported, as say in a bra and no amount of shoulder movement would provide any embarrassing exposure. There would be many non-intimates at the party.

Susan turned at Alice's request. The back of the dress featured a similar inverted teardrop opening from about three inches below the collar to just below the waist. The décolleté leather edging continued around the waist to terminate at the bottom of the rear opening. Susan's bum cleavage was just discernible, if one made an effort to look down the edge. The skirt was made of three panels of material. Each side panel, attached at the leather strip went from the point of the rear opening round and across the abdomen to the opposite hip. The front edges were angled to just outside the feet so the legs were on show to mid-thigh as she walked. The third panel made a mini-train from the waist at each side to the hem.

"Susan my darling" Alice gushed, "you look sensational! Absolutely gorgeous!"

Susan stood in front of the full-length dress mirror, transfixed by the image facing her. "Mrs. Scott, you have transcended my every idea of how this was going to look" She turned and inspected the back. "Oh good God!" she exclaimed. "That is awesome!"

"And very convenient" giggled Alice, sliding her hand under the skirt back-panel to lightly stroke Susan's derriere.

"You bitch, Mrs Scott" admonished Susan, "you said no hanky-panky!"

"I did, didn't I" Alice pouted her bottom lip, "but there is every chance Eddie could arrive home any minute. I really don't want to compromise us."

"The keep your wandering mitts away from me." Susan scowled at her, then softened her countenance, "It won't take much to get me between those wondrous thighs of yours. I long to make love to you."

"The urge is .... "

"Bugger me!" Edwin's voice boomed across the room interrupting her as he closed the door behind him.

"Not just yet my love, I have my hands full at the minute" Alice's playful rejoinder unlocking the shock his sudden arrival had engendered. Susan giggled, causing the visible swells of her bosom to ripple delightfully.

Edwin stood just inside the door, gazing at the vision before him. "What do you think, Eddie? Alice enquired, knowing the effect that the dress, or more probably the delightful creature within it was having on him. "Do you think I should take it further? New career?"

"Good God Alice, it is beautiful!" Susan grinned at his obvious discomfort. "But do you not think it is a little, no, too much, ah, a little, ah." Now both females were giggling openly. "There is too much on display" he went on, recovering his composure, "for one so young!" 

"Oh don't be such an old ecclesiastical fuddy-duddy" Alice returned. "It's what Susan and Lyn.. her mother wanted."

"Mummy says if you've got it, flaunt it!" Susan added.

"And you've got it young lady, in spades" Edwin observed, laughing with them.

"Reverend Scott! You old lecher!" scolded his wife, then softer "but I don't blame you, she has hasn't she."

The change in his wife's voice as she spoke did not go unnoticed by the vicar, but he chose to put it away for future reference. Instead he continued with the banter. "Guilty my love" he admitted laughing, "guilty as charged."

"Well I for one am flattered Mr. Scott" Susan interjected, "but the effect you see is down to Mrs. Scott's skills in design and sewing. It's all her work."

"That I know, Susan" Edwin told her, "I have had to endure the tempers and cussing the last few weeks and if you don't mind my saying so, the result is quite stunning!"

"Darling" Alice enquired, "you are not just saying that to humour me are you? If there is something amiss, you are the only one that will tell me"

"Not that I can see" he replied.

"Don't worry Mrs Scott" interrupted Susan, "the gown looks awesome, feels so comfortable on and if there is anything not quite right, Mummy will spot it. If she runs true to form, she will let you know, she's paying don't forget." 

Alice picked up on the twinkle in Susan's eyes. "Of course she is. Now if you will make yourself scarce for a few minutes Eddie, Susan needs to get dressed to return home."

"Oh! Yes! Of course" Edwin stumbled backwards to the door, taking in the vision of the young Susan admiring herself in the mirror.

"Edwin!" admonished his wife, "You should reserve those looks for your wife." The last look before he closed the door was for his wife and it said all she needed to know. She was going to get fucked that night!

As they later enjoyed their nightcap, Alice returned Edwin's thoughts to their earlier visitor. "You were quite taken with young Miss Clark, my lad, weren't you?"

His reply surprised her. "Alice, I am a man! A simple human being! When faced with a vision of erotic loveliness like that I walked in on tonight, I am not ashamed to say it caused a reaction within me." He paused and sipped at his drink. Alice sensing there was more to come, kept her council. "Susan is a lovely young woman, no, well she is, but she's also an extremely sexy one as well. She needs to be careful as to whom she exposes that side of her personality."

"Eddie, that is so perceptive of you, but don't worry" Alice assured him. "I have had a similar conversation with her mother who is fully aware of Susan's persona and is advising her accordingly. " Alice stood and moved to the door. "I'll see you in bed, lover." She cast him a radiant smile and disappeared.

When she went to their bedroom, she stripped quickly, got one of her vibrators, applied plenty of lube and leaning over the bed pushed it quickly into her anus. Once assured that her rectum was well greased she went to the bathroom and cleaned her vibe before putting it away. She waited on her hands and knees for her man to enter their room.

As Edwin opened the door, he was faced with the prospect of his wife's derrière in all its glory, the effect of the light on the lubrication around her sphincter giving the impression of it winking at him.

"Now that is a vision of carnal delight" he laughed, "I take it my bride wants a botty ride tonight?"

"She does indeed lover" she laughed, swaying her behind from side to side "get on the bed and stuff that gorgeous tool of yours up my ass. It's all oiled up ready for you. Come on Eddie, fuck my ass!"

She felt his hands on her buttocks, he fondled them and leaned over to kiss her back knowing the effect it would have. Her reaction was to sink to the bed to escape his tormenting. "Don't tease me Eddie, just fuck me. Tonight I want you to FUCK me!" The emphasis left no doubt as to her wishes and she soon sensed the crown of her man's cock stretching her sphincter as, aided by the lubrication, it slipped inexorably into her rectum in one slow deliberate stroke. "Ooooooaaaaarrrrrggggghhh" she groaned, "oh Eddie YES!" The feeling of her rear orifice being once again distended by her man's cock was bliss. He slowly withdrew to thrust forward again. "Ooooooaaaaarrrrrggggghhh" again drawing the same long groan.

"Oh Alice" Edwin whispered, "your bottom is so hot and tight. I'm not going to last long before I come."

"Eddie" she countered, "take your time – ooohhh – don't worry, I'm on – ooohhh – a hair trigger as well. This – ooohhh – feeling of – aaahhh – fullness is – yyyesss – so fucking – ooohhh – good." Edwin was past restraint and was now relentlessly thrusting into his wife's ass. "Eddie – aaahhh – so goooood – aaahhh – don't stop – aaahhh – yet."

Edwin moved his hand round to Alice's cunt and started rubbing her clit. He could sense his own impending orgasm. "Come on Alice, come for me. Come!" he panted.

Alice suddenly lifted herself from the bed and went rigid. "Eeeeeee-y-y-y-y-essssss!" she gasped as her orgasmic spasms racked her body. She was so overcome by the intensity of her own climax she fail to sense the spasms in Edwin's cock as his sperm was sent deep into her bowel. The pair of them remained motionless as the came down from their respective highs. Eventually, under Edwin's urging they rolled to one side so that he – still coupled – spooned in behind her. "Oh my darling man" she whimpered, "that was awesome. That was wonderful!"

"Amen!" gasped her mate "Ah-fucking-men to that!"