2 comments/ 8944 views/ 5 favorites Lemon House By: ABigCat Fleur's breath trembled from the speeding thump of her heart. She spread her fingers on the door to Stephanie's room and - with wobbling knees - lowered her eye to the keyhole. The curtains were drawn and a dusty slice of afternoon sunlight illuminated the room. Fleur made out the bed, the dresser, the chaise. Oh... She bit her lip, stifling the urge to blurt out a gasp. Stephanie. Off to one side with her back to the door, standing at the ornate dressing mirror. Fleur grabbed the door handle to brace herself, teetering on her toes in a crouch as if ready to spring away. How could the woman still look so cool and sophisticated? Like that? In a t-shirt and no knickers? Breath steamed the polished brass of the escutcheon as Fleur peered closer, a smile quivering on her lips. Stephanie had a beautiful bottom. Then she noticed a joggling elbow. No! Is she...? Stephanie's hands seemed... involved at the front. Fleur's eyes widened and she pressed her forehead to the wood, murmuring, "Oh, Oui..." The woman's knees trembled and her bottom quivered. Fleur watched, the tip of her tongue caught between her teeth and her knuckles brushing the inside of her thigh. Expectant tickles ran up her skirt. Fleur knew she would get to the woman, eventually. # Two days before, the French taxi was taking a broiling age getting to Lemon House. Even when Stephanie thought they had arrived, the car still had to trundle through acres of gnarled old trees, bursting with fragrant blossom and guarding the Art Nouveau mansion like a fairy tale. She felt hot and itchy in her city clothes, and miserable about being alone. Bill was just a sod. It had promised to be the ideal cheap and cheerful working holiday. Free room and board while she translated its library of rare texts from French to English. Trouble was, from her husband's point of view, it was to be an ideal place to make babies. Full stop. Stephanie sighed. He had not taken it well, when she asked for a break from the timetables and ovulation charts. Sodding charts. Who makes love to a timetable anyway? Not Bill that's for sure, he had performance issues at the best of times. And she never said he couldn't come at all. So to speak. Just not to his blasted schedule. It was just so typical of him to over-react. Stephanie pulled at the hem of her uncomfortably thick skirt and tried to recall the last time she had enjoyed... It. And then she arrived. The owner - a wild-eyed professor - met the cab in a hurried bluster, opening the door for her. Beyond stood a sullen woman, Stephanie's age. She was barefoot in a terribly dated, but airy looking, dress. "My dear girl, I'm so sorry, but I will have to leave you." The professor hauled Stephanie's bag out of the boot. "No husband either? Oh dear. Not to worry." He gestured back to the house, climbing into the taxi. "Fleur will look after you. Goodbye girls, have a splendid time!" As the taxi pulled away, Stephanie felt a twist of intimidation. The woman had a tawny and wild - almost leonine - appearance. Tousled, sun-streaked and tanned. She regarded Stephanie with a frown, biting the inside of an enormous pout. "You have little boy's hair," she said in a purr of French, fixing Stephanie with crazy pale-blue eyes. Stephanie opened her mouth but nothing came out. Her skin prickled. "Stephanie," she said finally and put out her hand. Fleur stared past it, slowly taking in Stephanie's clothes and shoes, before awkwardly leaning in to kiss. Her skin was hot and smelt of lemons, not a perfume, a deep infusion. "I will show you to your room," she said and stalked off, leaving Stephanie to struggle with her rollie-bag on the gravel. Fleur had an effortless physicality and such a distracting flip to her hips that, as they walked up the grand staircase, Stephanie had to look away for fear of being mesmerised by the woman's enviable bottom. The house provided no visual comfort, its disorientating florid décor part grown, part whipped into place. All clefts and swellings and naked figurines disporting themselves. With fruit. Finally, they arrived in some kind of great hall. Fleur tapped her foot as Stephanie heaved in her luggage. "Your room," Fleur said, and then nodded. She seemed unsure what to say next, and made to leave. "Oh," she added, spinning on her heel. "I'll be... in the garden..." Her cheeks mottled red, as they caught each other's eye. Stephanie stretched her mouth into a polite smile and Fleur cleared her throat and fluttered out, leaving only the ghost of deep lemons behind. Showered and changed, Stephanie felt refreshed but put off meeting Fleur again as long as she could. She stood by the window - the only place she seemed to get any reception - and texted Bill: "What you up to?" Within seconds a reply came: "Thinking about you. What you wearing?" Stephanie frowned. "Seriously?" "Come on baby." "Nothing," she lied. "Oh baby." "Don't call me that. So you're really going to sit at home, tossing over me when you could be here. Tossing over me?" "That all you want? That's the problem right there." "I'm just trying to be sexy for you." "I'm just trying to be the father of your child." "From their?" Stephanie shut down her phone. By the time she ventured into the gardens, the sun was low, pouring honey across the manicured lawn, and following them in to the library through tall windows. Fleur had brushed and tied up her hair, put on some earrings and trussed her feet in elaborate, strappy evening shoes. Stephanie grimaced at the outfit behind her back, only to implode with embarrassment as Fleur turned round - a light hearted smile on her lips - and caught the mocking expression. The woman swallowed her smile and slumped instead, unlocking the glass doors of a bookcase with a fearsomely large key. She spoke to the floor. "Umm... This is the section you will umm..." The doors creaked open and Fleur waved her hand at the shelves. The books were wrapped simply in red leather and embossed with roman numerals, with no titles or any clue as to the contents. Stephanie took one off the shelf, and opened it to a random page. She took in a paragraph, and her ears heated. Fleur looked at her apologetically and bit her lip. "Les... Encyclopaedia... Erotique," she whispered. "Well." Stephanie closed the book and blinked at Fleur. Who blinked back. "You can start in the morning," Fleur said to the room. "There is food in the kitchen." She clip- clopped off. # As Stephanie lay in the stuffy heat of her room that night, she felt daunted and embarrassed - even bullied - by her cheap-and-cheerful working holiday. She could not believe that instead of a week spent with Bill in the lemony sun she was stuck here with the pout-that-ate-Paris and a room full of antique porn. She toyed with texting him, but she was still too angry, and anyway it was his turn. She gave up trying to sleep and opened her curtains and windows. Moonlight, lemon blossom and the sound of rippling water flooded her senses. She peered out, and - with an illicit thrill at being naked in the warm, fresh air - stepped out onto the balcony. The moon was almost full in a clear sky and lit the tops of the lemon trees into silver explosions all around the house. Below, a pool rippled and sparkled as— Stephanie quickly ducked into the shadows. Fleur appeared, flipping effortlessly through the water. Her stroke so efficient and streamlined the water hardly moved, slow waves looking viscous in the glinting light. Highlights glimmered on her golden, naked skin. Stephanie's lips parted. Out of her ridiculous clothes, Fleur's body was softly athletic and fluidly curved, as if the water's undulating surface had moulded her to its own image. Minimal movements sent her sliding through it, propelling her tirelessly back and forth, toward Stephanie, then away again. She flipped a turn each end that made a flashing love-heart of her bottom and exposed a shockingly florid flower beneath. Stephanie peered, her mouth dry and ears burning. She imagined the thick flow of water across Fleur's bare intimate skin, and a gust of wind echoed the thought, raising goosebumps on hers. Her nipples pinched and she swung her knee aside, letting it caress her secret clefts like a hot sigh. Her pulse quickened and with trembling, tentative fingertips Stephanie traced its path over her breast and stomach, tickling the front of her hips, then between her thighs, and underneath. The wind seemed to whisper over her, "Oui..." Stephanie followed Fleur up and down, while - head spinning and sighing as quietly as she could - her fingers mirrored the woman's strong, gentle strokes. A slow swell of pleasure rippled through the pool of her body. Her eyelids drooped. This wasn't going to take long, just one more lap, one more... "Stephanie?" Fleur had stopped swimming, and looked straight up at her. Stephanie blinked as if waking from a spell and darted back to her bed, scrabbling under the covers. The next morning, she woke alone with the windows still open, smiling at the warm wind's ghost of a kiss on her cheek. She stretched out in the perfumed, sunny room. Then she remembered the night before, what she had done, and Fleur's voice. Had the woman seen her? Had she seen everything? Stephanie shoved her head under a pillow. This was awful. What was she thinking? Why - after months of being uninterested - did she do that, there? Of all places. Then she remembered her job, all those rude books, and groaned. She would stay in bed. Call a cab and wait right there until it came. She'd go home and try and to forget all about it. The wind seemed to have different ideas; it wafted across her skin like an eager lover. Wind, water and Fleur seemed all part of the same element now. The woman's image came to mind, along with a secret, but irrepressible trickle of excitement. Stephanie decided to have a coffee, first. On the terrace, a simple breakfast was waiting at a monumental stone table under the shade of a tree, but Fleur was no-where to be found. Stephanie helped herself to a coffee and a baguette, feeling ravenous, when Fleur appeared from around the corner, towelling her hair dry. She wore another disastrous summer dress. This one was so ill-fitting her plump breasts threatened to pop out, and its knee-length skirt did nothing for her sturdy thighs. When Fleur smiled at her, though, Stephanie felt giddy. "Have you been swimming all night?" she said, and then felt a crush of embarrassment. She was so stupid. No denying she watched Fleur now. Fleur laughed. "So Stephanie." She flumped onto a bench. "I saw big black eyes shining from the shadows last night. Maybe a slinky pussycat was watching me, hmm? " She picked up Stephanie's baguette and tore a massive lump out of it with her teeth, chewing with a stuffed mouth, and then gulping coffee with it. She wiped her hand across her lips, regarding Stephanie coolly with those impossible eyes. "And today you are dressed as a cat burglar, no? " In black-silk pedal-pushers, cashmere tee and thick black eyeliner, Stephanie was dressed as always, in the height of city fashion. Fleur's bullying tone grated and she felt her fingernails digging into her palms, making fists. The cow hadn't even noticed Stephanie's fringe, either, which she had fixed back with a girly pin. No 'boy's hairstyle', today. Stephanie decided she had better keep her mouth shut this morning. The fresh scented air refreshed them rather more effectively than the coffee, which soon had them fidgeting. Fleur twisted on the wide marble bench and lay out along it, sunning herself, her feet next to Stephanie's lap. Stephanie stood. "Oh I better get on." She said. Fleur roused, sliding the shin of one up leg up the length of the other. Stephanie recalled the water sliding over that skin, and the powerful flip of those legs. Fleur caught her looking, again, and pulled the hem of her skirt down where it had ridden up. This time Stephanie refused to care. She let her eyes wander up and down Fleur's bare legs. Why not? Give the bitch some of her own judgemental medicine, and anyway Stephanie found them... interesting. The moment of bravado had a magical effect on Fleur, who squirmed and sucked the corners of a meek smile, her cheeks pink. "I will help." She announced. "Come." Stephanie felt she had won a small victory and was secretly glad to have company for her overwhelming task. They headed over to the library where Fleur picked the first two volumes from the shelf, dropping them onto a large desk while Stephanie set up a laptop. They sat beside each other, facing the garden like a reward for later, creaked open the books and started work. Stephanie broke the passages down coldly and translated word-by-word. She tried to keep a distance from the meaning, treating it the same way she did the nude models, back in art school. Fleur was worse than no help at all. She insisted on reading out the fruitier parts and guffawing, or sitting quietly scowling, hands trapped between her knees and squirming in her seat. After an hour or two, Stephanie couldn't bear the palpable heat radiating off her partner. "How are you getting on, Fleur?" she asked. "Or are you just getting off?" Fleur shot both barrels of blue at her. "Stephanie, I like you, but I think you have no soul," she said. Stephanie swallowed a lump of pride, and couldn't concentrate for a moment. Fleur liked her? As the morning progressed, Fleur grew more restless, flipping backwards and forward through pages, clearing her throat, moving her book this way and that. When she let out another plaintive sigh, sat on her hands and whispered "Oh, Oui..." Stephanie banged the table. "Oh Fleur, come on..." She smirked and shrugged. "You are right. I think I need a break." She stretched flamboyantly in her chair. "Look at that picture though, and tell me it is not sexy. I am only human, Stephanie." Stephanie twisted Fleur's book round. Across two pages was a line drawing in the style of Aubrey Beardsley, titled 'The Golden Triangle.' A naked man lay on his back and a naked woman knelt astride his hips. Another woman knelt astride his head. The women faced each other, leaning into a kiss, their eyes shut in bliss. Fleur had her hands up as if to say. "See what I mean?" Stephanie nodded. "So now I am..." Fleur snapped the book shut. "Bothered." She picked it up and put it away. "This job is not for me I think." Fleur proceeded to prowl the room, coquettishly swinging her hips in a dance to some imaginary tune and sighing theatrically. Stephanie sucked her cheeks, turned a page, typed. Fleur wandered over to the window and sighed again, the hint of a growl in it. "I need air," she announced and swung open two huge windows. Stephanie tapped gobbledegook into the laptop, unsure what was going to happen next. She tingled as if trapped in lion's cage, waiting for the inevitable bite. Another growl. "Oh, Petit-chat, I need to cum!" She stood on the window seat, starfished, clung onto the window frame and leaning her body outside. Her dance grew wilder, writhing her hips, "Filled up by a lovely big cock!" Grinding lower, "or rubbing down on some greedy mouth... oui! oui! OUI!" She screamed a mock climax out into the sky, laughing as the wind picked up, fluttering her hair and skirt as if she had summoned it. Stephanie became mesmerised by this elemental woman, dancing in the wind. She took a long, intoxicating gulp of Fleur's wake, the air that had rifled through her, over her skin. Deep lemon. Fleur hopped off the seat, and sat down, blowing strands of dishevelled hair from her face, glowing at Stephanie. "I wondered how you achieved that look." Stephanie remarked, her stomach flipping as Fleur smiled - for the first time - at one of her jokes. Fleur swung her leg up onto the seat beside her. Jesus, Stephanie thought, noticing the skirt hanging between the woman's thighs, she wears girl-clothes like a man. Fleur made a "come here" finger. Stephanie gripped the desk, blinked at her computer. Here was safety, her job, everything she was supposed to do. The bridge of her - and Bill's - personal starship enterprise, badly going where everyone has been before. If she just stayed put, all would be fine. All would stay... the same. Stephanie closed the laptop, and stretched. "I think I need a little break too." She said, and joined Fleur on the window seat. Of course the woman didn't move her foot to make room. Stephanie squeezed into the opposite corner, on top of Fleur's toes and between the spread of her thighs. She had the unnerving impression of being in the firing line of some concealed weapon. They sat quietly, steeping in the blossomy air and a leafy patch of sunlight, looking out over the lawns and forest of lemon trees. "So what would you like, naughty-cat, hmm?" Fleur said eventually, wriggling her toes against Stephanie's thigh and biting the fat pillow of her bottom lip. The bite said it all. Stephanie's heart pummelled at her ribcage. She crossed her legs and fiddled with her wedding ring. Her head was utterly empty of any response. "Fleur." She said, hoping her tone would do the talking. For both of them. Fleur sighed and lost her cheeky smile out over the trees, the sullen pout of earlier returning. She swivelled her eyes sideways at Stephanie. "You watch me all the time." Her voice had dropped an octave. Stephanie's eyes fluttered to the gardens now too. Her head whirling. Grass played in eddies of wind, wafting another intoxicating lungful from the lemon groves. Was it her imagination or was each breath more dizzying than the last? "I love it, your eyes on me." Fleur said, leaning toward her, nudging her with her foot. "It makes me feel... desired." Stephanie gazed but saw nothing; Fleur leant to her ear, whispering with hot breath. "You are very beautiful... And very, very sexy. " The words seemed to go straight to the middle of Stephanie's body. She felt liquid with them. She swallowed. She had felt unattractive for so long. She dared not move. Do it, she thought, do me. "You know," Fleur took a breath, swinging her feet up and wrapping her arms around her knees, matching Stephanie as they bookended the window seat. "It is not your fault Bill won't come." Stephanie blinked at the apparent, brutal frankness. "He does cum!" she blurted, "Just not..." Then realised, that wasn't what Fleur meant. She shut her eyes and let the darkness swallow her up. "Oh. Petit-chat." Fleur said, "I mean to say. Bill, he chooses not to be here. But you are here. You could still... have some fun." It was too much, Stephanie felt a tear chilling on her cheek, "With you?" She croaked. Fleur's eyes flickered over her face. She cupped Stephanie's hot cheek in a cool hand and brushed the tear up on her thumb, then sucked it. Stephanie bit down hard on the urge to kiss her, there and then. Bill did not know how lucky he was right now. Stephanie's downcast gaze found them sitting toe-to-toe, in identical positions. She noticed how their feet matched in size and shape, but Fleur's were sun-kissed brown, where hers were pale. And their hands, but for the colour, could be the same. Except for the metal bands around Stephanie's wedding finger. "You're my wild mirror." Stephanie said. Her voice seemed odd, not hers. As she watched, Fleur twisted one foot at the ankle. A tiny gesture but Stephanie felt her body lurch at what it revealed at the join of her thighs. A bulge of white cotton. Damp white cotton. "Is that for me?" Stephanie said, glowering. "Oui." Fleur swung her knee a little, then reached around, grabbed her gusset and pulled it aside. Stephanie moaned. "You like it." Fleur said," Your eyes are little greedy mouths." Fleur butterflied her knees flat, blooming like a time-lapse flower. Stephanie's tongue traced a line across her top lip, her fingers twitched in her palms... Lemon House She tore her eyes away, and forced her shaking legs to walk. Behind her, Fleur cursed. The wind picked up to a roar. In her room, Stephanie locked the door and closed the curtains, shutting it all out. Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror and realised that whatever "it" was. It had followed her in. She was crimson from cheeks down to her chest, her lips flushed and dark. Her eyes haunted with the after image of Fleur's sex, its fleshy petals burned into her vision. She fiddled with her trousers and pulled them off, quickly along with her underwear, kicking it all away. She stared at herself in the mirror, eyes drawn to the tell-tale chill of moisture at the top of her thighs. It had been a long time since her sex had looked this aroused. She scowled at her engorged bits, but still wished they were bigger. As puffy and thick and as blossomed as Fleur's. With a great, fat berry of a clitoris. It seemed that in every respect, where Stephanie was small, neat, and hidden, Fleur was full, voluptuous, bursting. She squeezed herself, and shivered, spreading a kiss of warm moisture over her spot until her knees unhinged. God she could cum in a second. Then the reflection of the keyhole suddenly flashed bright, before dimming again. There was only one explanation for that. Stephanie narrowed her eyes, and hid her delight. Cheeky mare! She thought, shivering at an icy thrill of excitement. Ok, she mused, lying down in front of the mirror, watch this, Cherie. # Fleur cursed, eye glued to the keyhole, as Stephanie disappeared from view. It looked like she decided to lie down, but the keyhole wouldn't let her see that far. Fleur throbbed and tingled between her legs, and was so close to bursting she had stopped touching herself. She wanted to cum with Stephanie. Fuck fuck fuck she muttered, trying to find an angle, get the delicious sight back. Then a pair of feet appeared, propped up on the glass and planted very wide. Fleur felt a deep rush at what Stephanie must be up to. Lying on her back, spread to her reflection, watching the slippery plunge and wriggle of fingers. Fleur slid her hand into her underwear. She didn't know how close Stephanie was, but she had to cum, now. She curled two fingers inside and almost immediately tumbled into orgasm, delighted to see Stephanie's toes curling as she came too. Whimpers swelled into rising moans and flowered into joyous cries of release. Whether they were Stephanie's or her own, she couldn't tell. # Two hours later, feeling crumpled and blinking as if roused from a spell, Stephanie padded around the terrace looking for Fleur. Finding it empty she headed toward the sound of splashing and sure enough found her, gliding across the surface of the pool. "You always swim naked?" Stephanie said as Fleur floated to a halt at her feet. Fleur frowned at her. "It is a test." She said cryptically. Stephanie shrugged. "Have I passed?" She sat on the side of the pool and hung her legs in water, glad she had changed into a dress. "You did not run away and hide, so oui, you have passed." She sighed, "You like to swim?" "Maybe later." She watched Fleur's breasts bobbing. Fleur gasped incredulously and crossed her arms. "Better?" Fleur said, "After your little... catnap?" "Hmm. Much." Stephanie stretched, her voice croaky. "This place, it's terribly... bewitching isn't it? Fleur shrugged as if to say "Of course." "That lemon blossom." Stephanie took a deep breath. "Just makes me feel so alive, so..." "Horny." Fleur added matter-of-factly, leaning on the side next to Stephanie, and kicking her legs behind her. Stephanie nodded and laughed nervously. "Very odd." She said, enjoying Fleur's cheeky movements. Fleur nodded her head to the lemon groves. "It is the same every year, the blossom, there is so much of it. Drives every one..." She spun her finger by her head "Turns them all into horny honey bees. Is what the professor studies, no?" Stephanie looked around in wonder, as if she might see it. The air did have a certain shimmer. "So it's true? I mean not just me? Everyone? Even you?" Fleur shrugged and sighed "No. I am used to it, I grew up here. I am just naturally... Ouch! Why do you punch me?" "For spying on me." "I did not!" "Fleur, I saw you. And heard you." Fleur narrowed her eyes, "You did?" She dropped her chin into her hands, "how exciting..." Stephanie surprised herself by giggling girlishly. "Actually, it was wasn't it?" Fleur shot Stephanie a glance, then floated over to her paddling feet. She pressed herself lightly to them, and looked up at Stephanie, waiting to be told off. Stephanie figured, after what they had done already, a little flirting was ok, surely. "So..." Fleur brushed her nipples against Stephanie's legs, "I guess you owe me now yes?" Stephanie was distracted by the tautening buds against her skin, then blinked and raised her eyebrows. "What! Why?" "Well I showed you something. Something very private, that you liked..." She fixed Stephanie with her iciest glare, "Now it is your turn, oui?" "If you are saying 'I showed you mine, so show me yours' then... one," She tapped a finger with another "It appears you have already seen it, and two, how old are you? And three- " Fleur held up her hand. "Petit-chat, that is not what I mean," Stephanie's counting fingers flopped disappointedly into her lap; Fleur leant closer, until Stephanie's feet were nestled against her soft abdomen. "I opened up to you... umm... in every way, and you walked off, which is ok, but now it seems... maybe there is something you might reveal to me?" "Like what?" Stephanie looked around herself, mystified, "You want to see my anus?" They chortled and got the giggles for a bit. Fleur held Stephanie's feet, rubbing their insteps. Stephanie sighed, "Ok." and peered at Fleur inscrutably. "Like what?" Fleur reddened. "Oh I don't know... tell me..." She looked up at Stephanie," about your biggest orgasm?" Stephanie curled her feet out of the water and buried her head in her knees. "Oh do I have to?" Fleur spun like a dolphin performing for a fish. Stephanie buried her face, wanted to curl up into herself, fold away to nothing. But, when she looked up again, at Fleur - beaming excitedly with the sun shimmering in the water around her - she never wanted the delicious moment to end. "Ok. Once, with Bill. One of our first times, so we were still learning about each other?" She dangled her feet back in the water, and spoke to them. "Well, we were playing a kind of Russian roulette. Or he was." Stephanie took a deep breath, was she really going to say this out loud? "I am quite small down there, and he is a very big guy umm, all over? So we played this game, to loosen me up." Fleur floated back to Stephanie's legs, and stroked her calves, rapt. "He switched about between licking, and..." Stephanie rolled her hands in the air. "Fucking? " Stephanie nodded. "If I made any kind of noise, any sigh or any moan, he would swap. From one to the other." "Oh... Oui..." Fleur narrowed her eyes, "He would be swapping all the time for me, I think." "Ah, No. He wouldn't. He's my husband, remember?" Fleur chortled and nodded, "Or I would be on top! A one girl golden triangle. Hopping like a sexy frog from cock to mouth to cock!" Stephanie shook her head, laughing at the image. "Again. You wouldn't because he's my husband! Actually Bill would really hate your golden triangle. Too messy. He hates girl... ooze." Fleur's jaw dropped. "Oh you poor thing, that is so sad! But he still licks you, oui?" Stephanie nodded "Very well! He just... avoids the danger zone..." Fleur shook her head, but shrugged. "Ok. So which one made you cum so big? No. Details first, where were you?" Stephanie scrutinized the sky, "In a fancy hotel. On a fancy armchair in our room. So-" "And Bill, what does he look like?" "On a good day, David Candy, but with a fat... thing. " "Position?" "Fleur! Me sitting. Legs, you know, apart. Him kneeling between, my feet on his shoulders." "Tres bien!" Fleur splashed, "so go on, which end made you cum?" "Actually... Bill kind of beat me to it." Fleur raised her eyes and shook her head "Typical. Boys are rubbish. So over-excited! I have this all the time, with their big hard willies popping all over the place! Before I've even started! Just when I take my knickers off!" Stephanie shook her head. "I think that's probably just you, Fleur. No. This was different. He was inside me, you know, pushing, and I felt him get harder. His thing, it always goes incredibly rigid just before he..." Stephanie spread her fingers, "This always set me off. I love it. So, I made a noise and..." "Oh no. He swapped?" "Tried to. Pulled it out, just as we both climaxed. I grabbed him, tried to get him back inside but he just... jetted..." Stephanie grimaced, "You sure you want to hear all this?" Fleur raised her hands and rolled her eyes. "Big pumps of it. Splashing all over my... spot. All hot and smooth and slippery. I was hypersensitive after his licking and it just... went through me! It looked really foul but it felt delicious!" Stephanie sighed. "I rubbed myself with hard thing, even as it was pouring more out. I don't know if it was his best, but it was certainly mine. I was so loud; the room next door broke into a round of applause." Fleur let out a long sigh and stretched. "Merde..." She gazed across the gardens, leant against Stephanie's legs, a hint of a rocking to her hips, "You know. I have done this roulette thing too. But me doing the roulette. Fucking sucking fucking sucking. I won't do it anymore; they always cum when I suck." Stephanie wrinkled her nose. "Oh God. I know. I hate that, too." Fleur blinked, "Oh no, it's not that. I don't mind that. Actually sometimes - in the heat of the moment - nothing else will do. No. It is just the boys, they go so silly afterwards. Follow me everywhere. Want to marry me. Keep me. It is very awkward." Fleur stretched out Stephanie's legs, contemplating them, "Except for one! When he came in my mouth, it made me cum! I don't know why, I just lost control, and he freaked out. Thought I was going to bite off his penis!" Stephanie smiled, but felt deflated, "I could never get that excited doing Bill." She whispered, hardly opening her mouth. "Is that bad? I like to suck but when he..." She shivered. Fleur shrugged, "He doesn't want your juice, you don't want his, seems like you are well matched, no? Imagine how awful it would be if you liked his but he hated yours? Or vice versa?" She smiled at Fleur's feet, "I like your paws, Petit-chat!" Fleur lifted a foot to her lips and kissed it, watching Stephanie's face. Her lips were soft and hot. Stephanie hummed and Fleur smiled triumphantly, planting a kiss to the other. "Maybe" she continued, "it is just a matter of acquiring the taste, like wine hmm? " She kissed Stephanie's feet all over, "Try little sips every now and then. Who knows, maybe, one day, you will both go mad and get drunk together!" Fleur's tongue tickled her toes, making her giggle and moan at the same time. Stephanie squirmed at Fleur's cheeky intrusive licking. She wanted that tongue to intrude all over her. The admission made her tingle, and her hands shake. Why not, though? It was only nature, just the blossom doing its thing. She could hardly be blamed if... Oh sod it. She relished Fleur's almost comical pout as she stood up, and then the drop of her jaw as she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it off over her head. The wind swirled around Stephanie's naked body, as if the look in Fleur's eyes had taken wing and flocked to her. "It was to be my little secret" Stephanie said, swaying, was it standing up too quickly or was she really intoxicated by the air? Fleur drifted toward her. Stephanie lowered herself into cool water and into Fleur's hot arms, their skin slipping together along the lengths of their bodies. They stood weightless in the water, hands over each other's backs and nipples hardening together. Stephanie shivered at Fleur's hands on her bottom, squeezing it, pulling it toward her to grind their mounds together in little irrepressible thrusts. Stephanie pressed her mouth to Fleur's, sighing at the exquisite soft urgency in her kiss. Fleur whimpered, and grabbed her tight. She threw her arms around Stephanie's neck and wrapped her legs around her hips, pushing plump lips to Stephanie at both ends, making her chuckle. They nipped kisses to each other's necks and Fleur trembled as Stephanie grabbed her buttocks. She marvelled at how completely Fleur gave herself, how much the lion turned kitten, then all but tossed Fleur onto the poolside and pushed her knees apart. Stephanie stretched out the moment to taunt her prey, opening the petals of Fleur's sex, holding them wide and staring into the fleshy whorls. It was only then Stephanie realised what she found most surprising. Her own, ravenous, hunger. "Please." Fleur whispered and, Stephanie launched at Fleur's sex like a vampire. It was the work of seconds, Stephanie's mouth ran riot between Fleur's legs, kissing, nipping, licking, even nuzzling her cheeks at it like a loving cat. Warm saltiness treacled over Stephanie's tongue and lips and she daubed it liberally over Fleur's bud, until it was impossible to tell what Fleur was most wet from, the pool or her own arousal. Fleur gasped and writhed, but when Stephanie sucked her spot like a nipple, she couldn't hold back, coiling tight as spring, then arching and screaming into the sky. It was over too soon, Stephanie sucked and licked Fleur through her climax and calmed her with little dabs and finally kisses until she could sit up again, her legs trembling and toes gripping the stone of the pool edge. Fleur propped herself on her elbows, and beamed, flushed down to her breasts, her eyes flicking from Stephanie's eyes to her mouth. "Naughty cat, you are so messy!" She said, and reached between her knees, curling over to kiss Stephanie's grimacing face, laughing and licking it clean of her juices. Fleur slid back into the water, laughing at Stephanie's eager embrace and the rhythmic rub of her hips against her thigh as they kissed. Fleur nibbled her breasts and she trembled so hard they realised there wasn't a moment to lose. She turned Stephanie round and bent her over the pool edge. Stephanie felt deliciously vulnerable with her bottom up in front of Fleur's face, but when nothing happened for a while she pulled a knee up onto the pool edge, exposing herself explicitly. "Oh... Oui..." She heard amidst sloshing, and then felt flesh slide apart and a wet, hot wriggling between her legs. "Yes." Stephanie, muttered, feeling the rising gush of her climax. She pressed her cheek to the warm stone and pulled up her other leg, prostrate on her knees, splaying herself to Fleur's clamouring insistent mouth. Do it, she thought, do me. Around them, the warm wind swelled. ### It was the shortest text Bill had ever got from Stephanie. Odd because it wasn't even her turn. "We need you to come. Now." He cheered when he got it, glad for an end to the cold silence, but what was this "We" business? And was that a double entendre or just the state of his mind? It had been so long since he'd cum, being on a solemn promise (mostly kept) to save it for Stephanie, for the baby. The taxi to Lemon House was hot and bloody long, and he actually felt nervous about seeing Stephanie again. It had been a week, no contact and then that text. What mood was she in? Serious? Playful? He shifted in his seat. Horny? He gulped. Sex had got so... weird. He'd never had a problem keeping it up but recently, all the pressure... And Stephanie, when they shagged, she looked so bored. Worse she had started sort of closing up, inside, like an involuntary spasm. Bill was very wide and it had always been a tight fit, now she was shutting him out completely it seemed. He remembered times when it was all just so... And then he arrived. Stephanie charged at him, leapt into his arms, wrapping legs, arms and lips around him. He didn't even notice the cab going. A good start, he thought. Beyond stood a sheepish and incredibly shapely woman. Golden, with the maddest eyes and mouth. Stephanie's tongue was uncharacteristically fervent, what was going on here? He unpeeled her, and gasped for breath. "Won't you introduce me to your friend?" "Oui, of course! Fleur, come and meet my man!" Fleur's eyes narrowed under a thunderous scowl. She offered her hand, but Bill - trying to be French - stooped and kissed her cheek. Then immediately sneezed. "Oh shit! Sorry love!" He covered his face too late. "Allergies. What perfume is that?" Fleur grimaced, looked sadly at Stephanie and plodded toward the house. "Come and have a drink," she said. They sat on the terrace, the girls drinking champagne but Bill had brought some gin and tonic from the airport. The air was sickly sweet and he sneezed repeatedly, eyes and nose streaming. Stephanie sat on his lap. He was so on for a shag tonight. Maybe even a blowjob, the mood she was in. He blew his nose loudly for the hundredth time. "Fuck. I am so sorry about this. I've taken some antihistamine, I'll be better soon." Fleur crossed her legs, and watched champagne swill in her glass. # Needless to say Stephanie and Bill had an early night; the sun was still a glow in the sky when they closed the curtains. Stephanie wanted all the windows open, she was hooked on that bloody awful smell, but Bill promised not to sneeze if she closed them. The room looked like a museum and the bathroom had a walk-in marble shower with multiple serpent-shaped jets. Bill lathered, and sure enough within minutes, his beautiful wife slinked in beside him. "Hello..." She said to his instant erection, and pressed her stomach to it as she offered up her lips to kiss. It was going so well, running hands over each other's wet skin and reminding themselves of all their favourite bits. Whenever Bill touched her breasts Stephanie shivered and moaned as if she might cum, when usually she would giggle and beg him to stop. And below, she was wetter than he had ever known, shower or no shower. Stephanie was dead keen to get out of the bathroom and they were still half dripping when she jumped on him again, in the middle of the floor, pushing hungry hips at his stomach. He had hold of her buttocks, and was nudging his member up at her, but she kept wriggling off. She whispered "Eat me first," and even added "Please!" in the second it took him to react. "There! There!" She pointed to a strangely placed chaise, at an angle between the bed and the door. He thought nothing of it and laid her out, taking a moment to enjoy her pale slim body on the red velvet; legs flopped indecently wide and her huge eyes, glassy and round as saucers. She rocked her hips up at him gasping "Come on!" but something seemed different. "You wearing blue contacts?" He said. She frowned, "Course not. Don't look there, look here." She reached between her legs and opened her lips. He shrugged and lowered his head to his job, his stomach slightly squirming at a drop of moisture rolling from her slot and down the cleft of her bum. He didn't mind licking her, it was quite nice, but the slippery stuff turned his stomach. He tried to avoid the epicentre and dabbed his tongue at her clit. She didn't care, she was way gone and came almost straight away. Grabbing his head to her and grinding her hips at it, making him grimace as she slimed him. Then it got even stranger, she grabbed his face and kissed him hard, even though he was all covered in... her, running her tongue around his mouth and humming. "You taste of me." Lemon House This isn't like Stephanie He thought, and that's all he needed, just that one little doubt. He had stayed rock hard through the licking, through the sliming, through the messy play. But that little doubt, it just nibbled away at the granite. For the first time since he arrived, a frown flickered on Stephanie's face. She took him, ready to finally guide him home, and found him flagging. She shrugged cheekily and slid her hand up and down, but now he knew she knew, it was worse. She looked up at him, sent a tongue along his length and around the end and he groaned. Yep that should do the trick. But a weird thump out in the hallway distracted him. "What was that?" He spun round, listening hard, a warm spreading sensation engulfing his end. "Mmm?" When he turned back he found Stephanie sliding her head up and down him and he forgot all about it. For a moment, he even relished her lascivious laughter as she sucked him and he got so hard she could hardly get her mouth round. But then it came back. Stephanie doesn't act this way. He pushed her off him, opened her legs, and quickly stuffed his hardness into her. She all but yelped and he rocked, incredulous at how open she was, it didn't seem at all tight. Maybe this was the new Stephanie after all. If so, bring it on! But then he saw her face, the disappointment, the concentration, it was him. Not her. He wasn't hard enough. He grabbed her hips and pushed hard. Her eyes closed. Why? Could she not look at him? He turned her over on to all fours, scooped what was left of his hard on into her, maybe he would be able to cum before he lost it, maybe this would be the baby... Her hole slowly tensed. He pulled out. She slumped onto her front, and he lay on top of her, nestling his limp dick in the cleft of her bum. He kissed her neck, she patted his cheek. Neither of them said anything. It was best not to. # The bed shifted weirdly and Bill woke up just in time to see Stephanie's bare bottom in the moonlight, disappearing out of the bedroom door, closing it with a soft click behind. For a moment he was disorientated, and turned over, assuming she was off for a wee. Then he remembered where he was. The en-suite. He sat up, blinking at the door. She was naked when she left. He swung out of bed, wrapped one of the discarded, tiny towels around his waist, and looked out in the hall. In the distance, Stephanie's foot disappeared and a door closed. Was Stephanie that close to Fleur, that she could be naked with her? After one week? His curiosity overpowering his inhibitions he trotted softly down the plush corridor until he got to the door. It was easy to find, as Fleur seemed incapable of moderating her voice behind it. "I am sorry, Stephanie. I just don't... like him, your big Willy." She sniggered. Stephanie was being more careful, her voice was quiet. Just a murmur. But it was easy to get the conversation from Fleur's input alone. "How can you find him attractive, he is so big. And lumpy." Murmur of exclamation. "You might like muscle and hair and animal smells. I don't. I thought he would be... elegant like you. Gentle. Oh..." Fleur seemed to be struggling with something. Stephanie was quiet. Fleur ranted on. "And his member! An ugly grand baguette!. I know I did. Well, I only came because of what you were doing to it, not... It." Fleur sighed again, said something encouraging. Was Stephanie crying? Sweet girl. Bill felt tortured, putting her through all this... Hang on. Fleur had been watching them. Bill felt the floor lurch as his world re-assembled. What the F- "Merde." Fleur burst, but it was an odd tone. Not angry. Then a noise from Stephanie. A noise that was like a shotgun shell to his head. A low, happy, hum of pleasure. Bill dropped to his knees and found the keyhole, found the girls. His hand found his mouth and tears popped from his eyes. The bed was opposite the door, curtains and windows wide, casting a slab of moonlight across it. Bright as day. Stephanie was lying on her back up the middle of the bed. Fleur's arms were spread across the headboard, knees splayed and crouched over his wife's face. Stephanie's mouth and tongue lapped up at the stranger's cunt and clit as her hips shook and his wife hummed like it was ice cream. Tracks of wetness glinted off her cheeks in the moonlight. "Mmmm!" She pressed her mouth harder to Fleur. Her knees raised, then butterflied flat to the bed, opening her up. A string of juice looped from slot to thigh. She shook her hips. "You are sure? I am allowed to now? You won't cum before me?" "Mmmm!" "Oh..." Fleur curled over his wife's body, like a feeding animal, "Oui..." But for the terrible moans of pleasure, the girls were quiet as they nuzzled heads between each other's thighs. Bill bit his knuckle, and felt a tear drop from his chin. Onto a monstrous erection. # He was still awake, glowering, when Stephanie returned. She spooned up tight to him, kissed his shoulder and hugged him. She reeked of that woman. Of Lemon. He sighed loudly. "Sweetpea, you awake?" Stephanie said and nuzzled him. She had to be joking. "How about you tell me what's going on?" He bounced round to face her. She looked frightened, a tear welled up. She hesitated, "I don't want to hurt you," she said. Bill groaned like a punch to the gut. "No!" She said "That's not what I mean. I love you. I love you more now than-" "I heard you. I saw you. In there!" He slammed his fist on the bed. She took a deep breath. She told him everything. All about the breeze and the blossom and Fleur and sexual awakening. "To be honest." She said opening the curtain and the window "I'm surprised you haven't felt it yet. It must be your hayfever. You know what the motto of this place is? Come again! Just relax my love." The curtains billowed, Bill sighed. Fresh air felt good, no sneezing. Drugs must be working. The anger still lay in a stone ball in his stomach, though. "No. I have never heard such a pile of horse-shit." He shook his head, sat up, and glared at Stephanie. "You can dress it all up all you like in your new-age hippy-drippy bollocks but you are, basically, fucking around." His voice wavered. "I should just dump you." Stephanie wrapped herself painfully tight around his torso; her eyes squeezed shut until tears rolled out. "We will go. Now. I'm sorry." She said. But Bill was making mountains. "To what? To our sad frigid sex life? Maybe there's a reason you shut me out and I can't stay up." Stephanie sobbed. Bill carried on piling it all up. "No kind of home to bring a baby into, is it? Where the... the mother can't even look... at the father." Bill turned away so she couldn't see him crying. Stephanie gripped harder, but he still wasn't done. He unpeeled her one last time. "Stay here with your sneaky peeping-tom of a lesbo!" The door burst open, and Fleur charged in, naked, "I am not a peepy Tom!" She screeched and flew at Bill, who was already on his feet. "Fucking hell." Was all he could say. She hit him like a bull - fists flailing - and barrelled him over onto the bed, leaping on top of him, raining blows on his chest and raised arms. Stephanie leapt of the bed, both hands at her mouth. The wind blew fiercely through the room, flapping curtains as Fleur screamed, and beat him. Bill snapped. He grabbed her wrists and turned over, pinning her to the bed beneath him. Stephanie screamed "Bill stop it!" Fleur spat and writhed and the wind blasted into his face. He held her still. Her eyes. The heat of her. That smell. He felt himself harden against her. He could just... They rammed their lips together, tongues bolting into each other's mouths. Fleur gripped his neck and locked her feet up on his buttocks. "Fleur?" Stephanie shuffled, shocked around them. Bill's vision sparkled; he pushed his hips and slid deep into the crazed woman. "Bill!" Stephanie tugged at them but Bill was unstoppable, ramming again and again, Fleur stopped kissing and added her hands to her feet at his pumping hips, laughing in wild abandon "Oui! OUI! " Bill felt a relentless rising pulse, his thrusts growing mad, Fleur grinding and stirring at them. Her hole pulsed and sucked at him. He felt his balls tighten. "BILL! NO!" Stephanie screamed in his ear and he stopped, blinked at her big worried eyes, spilling fat tears. He looked down at Fleur's glowing face, her breasts bouncing as she tried to ride up at him, finish herself off. He shook his head, sliding out of her, dazed. "Merde! Merde! Merde!" Fleur slammed her hands on the bed, leapt up and strode to the door. "Fleur where are you going?" Stephanie tried to block her way, as if paranoid she would leave. "To finger-fuck myself of course." She marched out. "AGAIN!" and slammed the door. The curtains fluttered down and the room grew thick with silence. Bill and Stephanie stared at each other, his cock chilling in the air between them. Stephanie looked at it, closed her eyes and sighed. She avoided his eye and got into bed with her back to him. Bill felt shaky after the action, and Stephanie puffed another annoyed sigh as he manoeuvred under the covers. She really had a gorgeous back. He pecked a kiss to her neck, slid across the bed and rested his cock - once more - between her bottom cheeks. He clenched it against her. "That's a bloody joke right?" She said and shimmied right to edge of the bed. Fuck it then, he thought and rolled over. # The morning was a different story. Bill opened his eyes to find Stephanie's face on the pillow next to his, watching him sleep. She smiled. Eyes, lips the lot, a proper smile. Beaming. "This a dream?" he kissed her and she hummed. "I've been thinking." She said, "Seems we could all have quite an interesting time here. If we just... went with the flow? Buried our pride?" It was only then the night before assaulted him, what he had heard, what he saw. Echoes of anguish making him purse his lips. But then he remembered how he had behaved with Fleur. Stephanie's hair ruffled in a draught from the open window. He forced himself to breathe. Let it go. "Ok." He said, and Stephanie squeaked, rolled on top of him and plucked kisses all over his face. His cock stirred against her soft abdomen. "One rule." She said, pointing at him, frowning but moving her hips at his growing hardness. He cupped her buttocks. "You never. Ever. Cum in her. Only me. Is that clear?" Bill was nuzzling her neck. "What? Course not! Why would... Oh." Stephanie nodded and climbed off him, planting a long kiss to the underside of his hard-on and patting it. "Later Cherie." She cooed, "I have to work." She skipped off to the bathroom. Bill growled at his bobbing member. Bloody Typical. # While it was still cool, Stephanie chained to the desk and Fleur nowhere to be found, Bill took a run around the lemon groves. They radiated out around the grounds, creepy gnarled old things, incongruously peppered with little white flowers, tiny yellow fruit bobbing underneath. He ran with a sense of excitement and foreboding. What had he agreed to here? He had absolutely no idea what he would find when he got back to the house. It was a very quick run. He was puffing and sweating when he got back. Nothing had changed. Fleur still absent, Stephanie staring at her antique sex books. She looked up at him and smiled, lifted her face to his kiss. She shivered half way through it. Shit, he thought, She's crying. He pulled away, cupping her cheeks as she looked up at him, eyes huge and imploring. But no tears at least. "Love? What's up?" She closed her eyes, trembled, and gasped. "Oh Gggod!" She burst and grabbed the desk, twitching and... No way. Stephanie shuddered, eyes screwed shut, and from under the desk came a muffled chuckle. Well he had found Fleur. Stephanie leapt in her seat, squealing "Too much! Stop stop stop!" and the woman appeared, dishevelled and laughing. "Bonjour!" She said brightly, and put her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips to his. He stiffened in her embrace, unsure where to put his hands. Her lips were big, soft and slippery as hell from Stephanie. It felt... great. He licked his lips. "You taste of my wife." "Isn't she delicious?" Fleur said, twisting around and leaning back against him. Both of them watched her, flushed and wriggling her knickers back up, adjusting her skirt. "Very." He said, and Fleur sniggered. Stephanie drilled her eyes up at him. Not looking. Smouldering. "I will make breakfast. You, Monsieur, must shower." Fleur wandered away. What a great ass that woman has. Was he allowed to think that now? He saw Stephanie's eyes, narrowed, locked to it to. She caught his eye and mouthed silently, "Lovely bottom!" He took that as a yes, and set a new world record for the quickest, most thorough soapy scrubbing. # When he came back, the girls were outside at the stone table with a pile of bread, fruit and coffee. Just eating. They grinned as he sat down between them, a chair set for him at the head of the table. He sensed some stage management here. Fleur buried her nose in his neck and breathed in. "Bon." She said and gave him a coffee. Stephanie reached over and squeezed his hand, sparkling as if to say. "Who knows what might happen?" She was unusually dressed he realised, in a light floral skirt and white top. No black. She looked lovely. "So," Fleur said, dusting crumbs off her fingers and mouth still full of croissant "Stephanie is one ahead of us I think, Bill." "You lying cow!" Stephanie raised her eyebrows at her friend, "Like you haven't done yourself already today. I heard you puffing away under the table, you always cum doing me!" Fleur shrugged "That should not count, me doing me. Bill what do you think?" Bill squirmed. Stephanie kissed his cheek. "Oh poor boy, listen to us, when he hasn't cum in ages?" Fleur's jaw dropped, over reacting it seemed. Was it that incredible? "What? Not even?" She shook her fist in the air. Bill squirmed again. "I've been saving it. We've been-" "But there is a large supply of this stuff, I think, no? You don't need to..." She shook her head. Bill guessed restraint wasn't something she was familiar with. She downed her coffee and waggled her eyebrows at Bill and Stephanie. "Looks like it is Bill's turn then, how exciting to have a man to play with!" All those bright sparkling eyes, looming toward him. Unfurling from their seats. Chuckling as they pressed their lips to each other's and to his, a side each, four hands sliding over his arms. Amongst other things, Bill felt a surge of panic. He held up his hands. "I'm good for now, girls." They stood up off him. Two sets of confused blinking. They looked at each other. "He'll soon change his mind." Stephanie said, tugging at Fleur's dress, leaning across his lap. "I know!" She said, pulling it off over her head, revealing herself instantly naked. Bill flicked his eyes over the perfect skin, high breasts, decadent potbelly and astonishing mound. He didn't linger. Stephanie watched his face. "Look at that," She pointed back at her friend, bless her; she was letting him know it was ok, "Fleur, you are such a slut." Fleur leant over him, and kissed his wife deeply. A sweet-sour pang ran through his body as the girls hummed, their tongues licking into each kiss, Stephanie's fingers stroking up the underside of Fleur's breast. Fleur's hands up Stephanie's skirt, yanking at her underwear. Bill helped, unrolling the cotton down his wife's legs. She stepped out without missing a nibble of their kissing. "Merci!" Fleur whispered to him but otherwise the girl's gravitated together as if he wasn't there. He slid his chair back, their bodies velcroing together as he made space for them. Fleur's hand disappeared under Stephanie's skirt and she moaned, but pulled her hips away, "No." she breathed, stooping to run her tongue over Fleur's nipple. Fleur took her hand out and placed a wet finger to Bill's lips. He licked at it, and they both narrowed their eyes. Stephanie shivered and sucked Fleur's nipple into her mouth. Bill found his wife's taste, probably for the first time ever, making him want to eat her. He even teased himself, savouring the sensation of longing and knowing there would be more if he waited until she was even hornier. He wanted her dripping. He wanted to lick it off her thighs. Off the backs of her knees! Fleur twisted in Stephanie's embrace, rolling her hips, almost dancing as his wife kissed her neck and slid her hands over Fleur's front, guided - if not outright pulled - from breasts downward. Two pairs of hands reached between Fleur's legs and she moaned and shook so hard Bill thought she was cumming. So did Stephanie it seemed, who quickly pulled her hands out. "Not yet. Show it to him. Show my husband." Bill had never seen Stephanie so in control. Fleur scowled for a moment, then pulled a cheeky smile and lifted one foot onto his lap. Right in the middle of it in fact, wriggling her toes on his pent up lump. Stephanie stroked Fleur's hips and raised thigh, and Fleur offered her puffy lips to him. He swallowed; they were huge and puckered out. Like some kind of orchid. His mouth watered. She chuckled and delicately opened herself up... Bill leant forward but Stephanie beat him to it, rewarding Fleur with her fingers, stirring fleshy circles. Fleur went limp, arched back against his wife and cried out, clasping her hands to Stephanie's, locking her in place, guiding them deep into her and twitching. "Oui, oui" She muttered and went rigid. Stephanie smiled at Bill and rolled her eyes as her fingers massaged Fleur's orgasm out, her wedding ring sparkling from the dimness. Bill was on his feet and ready. Between Fleur, his wife and that twitching foot on his crotch he just wanted to fuck, keep fucking and never stop. The girls knew it too, Fleur tearing his t-shirt off and Stephanie on her knees, yanking off his trousers. He was so hard his shorts couldn't contain it, his member bulged crazily out of the top. He went to yank off his underwear but Stephanie stopped him, the girls stared. "Oh Oui..." They breathed in unison and laughed, this appeared to be something of a catchphrase. Fuck it then, he thought. Why be predictable? And left them on. He kissed his wife, he couldn't resist those upturned eyes, and then he kissed Fleur while Stephanie yanked off her clothes. Two pairs of hands squeezed at any hard lumps they could find on him. Chest, arms, ass, cock. But mostly cock . So when he picked up Stephanie, plonking her on the table, it was at least half in self-defence. He opened her legs and looked at his wife's beautiful discrete pussy, neatly clipped, glossy and swollen. Stephanie propped herself up on her elbows, smiling at him and Fleur, a look of adoration and expectancy glowing off her as she took in Fleur's hand rubbing at the front of his shorts. The wind wrapped a warm encouraging embrace around them and Stephanie squeaked in delight as Bill buried his mouth between her legs. He ate his wife. Devoured her. Loving every sloppy lick of her delicious folds. She shivered and quaked and hummed and begged him not to stop. Even Fleur, watching intently, sighed her catchphrase over and over. She gave up rubbing the lump in his shorts and gripped his phallus like the tiller of a ship. Like she was guiding him. Her hand soft and strong, occasionally pulling at him, urging him on. Feeling like she was being missed out, Bill reached under Fleur's bottom and buried his fingers in the hot marshmallow there. She pushed back at him and caught a breath, then mercifully let go of his cock, bending over the table. Stephanie was taking a delightful age to cum, so he slid a thumb inside Fleur and rubbed his trigger finger along her hard clit while he licked his wife. Fleur lay her head on Stephanie's stomach and watched him work, opening the lips to his mouth. Stephanie gripped his other hand to her breast, holding him in place, breathing in staccato "yesses". Lemon House Fleur, naturally, came first, her sex fluttering at Bill's thumb and then arching up and yelping. This finally set Stephanie off, in fact it was more like she let go, waiting to cum with someone else before panting and squirming on Bill's mouth. Both girls dissolved into throaty laughter as they spasmed out the last of their climaxes. Bill stood up over the two blissed out chuckling women, removing his underwear and feeling like the king of the world. Stephanie on her back, thighs closed over her hands, clasped between her legs. Fleur still bent over the table, one foot up on the bench, stirring her hand at the dregs of hers. Both peered, through hooded eyes and blushed cheeks, at his hard on. "I still feel... clitty." Fleur said, almost apologetically. Stephanie stretched, rubbed one leg with the other and ran her hands over her stomach. "I don't." She said, glinting at Bill, her eyes hungry dark holes. She ran a foot up his cock, along his stomach, pressed it to his chest. He needed no further encouragement and slid himself effortlessly deep into her third hungry dark hole. Fleur laughed as Bill and Stephanie sighed in unison, and she climbed onto the table. She padded over the warm stone, standing astride Stephanie's head and wobbled her hips. Stephanie laughed but was distracted as Bill picked up his pace. He watched in fascination as Fleur lowered and poised her lips over his wife. Her eyes flicked between watching Bill, or Stephanie as she leaned up and darted her tongue around between her friends legs. Stephanie moaned and joggled as Bill fucked her, Fleur settling onto Stephanie's busy, noisy mouth. It had been so long since Bill and Stephanie had properly enjoyed fucking that neither wanted it to end quickly, and especially not in front of an audience. Fleur rocked her hips at Stephanie's mouth, as Stephanie rocked hers at Bill and he pushed long, deep, steady strokes in and out of her. Fleur was holding her orgasm back too - with some difficulty it seemed as she dug her fingers into her thigh and shook -muttering encouragements to them both as they worked. Fleur's stomach trembled. "Please" She said. "Somebody cum." Bill and Stephanie laughed. Fleur decided she needed to help out and curled over Stephanie's body, opening up his wife's lips. She flickered her tongue to Stephanie's clitoris even as Bill rammed in and out of her hole. Stephanie swore, a long string of curses that ended muffled and coming instead out of Fleur's mouth. Bill could watch this all day, but decided his wife had to cum, now, and grabbed her feet. He spread her wide and doubled his pace, pushing hard and fast, Fleur could hardly keep her tongue on Stephanie's clit and was lying flat on top, grinding her hips on his wife. The girl's noises ramped up, but still no orgasms. Fuck it, he thought, It's gonna be me this time. He increased his speed a little more, focussed on relaxing, unlocking. He let out a long groan. A wafting wind of lemon ran over them. "Oh don't cum yet, please!" Stephanie leaned around Fleur's bottom and begged. Fleur just laughed dreamily, flat out rag-dolled on top of his wife, rolling her hips on her. "Is too nice, Bill, just a little more." She croaked. Bill gritted his teeth "I don't know how long I can last," he said, but the girls were already re-organising themselves. "One. Two. Three. Roll!" They chimed and flipped over, spinning around his cock, cackling. If this was designed to prolong matters, it wasn't going to work. Now Stephanie was on top, astride Fleur and he was pumping her from behind. He felt a warning pulse. "This is a bad idea, girls if you want me to...Shit." Even worse, Fleur was not content with just licking his wife and her tongue was wondering over his balls and slippery piston as it slid in and out of her. "Holy Fuck that's good." He muttered aloud, unintentionally, and Fleur took this as encouragement, humming as she slathered everything with huge licks. His wife's buttocks slapped against his front and he bit down hard, counted to a hundred, thought of horrible things. And Stephanie came. It hit her like a wall, catching everyone by surprise, she juddered and locked rigid, all but screaming into Fleur's sex. This set off Fleur like a firework, her tongue a rigid pad under his ramming cock, her fingers digging into Stephanie's buttocks and squawking. Oh fuck at last . Bill thought, unclenched, and sped up. But some part of this configuration was all too much for Stephanie. She twitched and pulled off, covering her mound and hole, flopping forward on Fleur's tits and muttering "Too much! Too much!" Quaking and gasping, she rolled off Fleur all together, grinning up at the sky. Already chortling with post coital bliss. Fleur blinked at the daylight, confused but still licking his balls and shaft as Bill cursed, just a handful of thrusts from release. Then everything unwound. "Sorry oh sorry!" Stephanie blustered, realising she had mistimed, but Fleur didn't miss a beat. She was in the zone. She had no idea how close Bill was and, grinning, just carried on licking his glossy cock. In fact she flipped excitedly on to her front, took it in her hand and pulled it into her mouth. He tried to pull away, but she hummed and cupped his balls, squeezing at them. "Fleur." Stephanie said but Fleur closed her eyes, hooked her arm under his legs and grabbed his bum. "Fleur stop, he's going to cum." "Mmm-mmm!" Fleur cheered, rubbing him vigorously into her. Either she was too carried away, or Stephanie hadn't told her about their one rule. Her hands pulled and urged. Her eyes glinted up at him, her glorious mouth unflipped every lock, threw open every door inside him. "Fleur Plea-" Bill juddered up onto his toes, arched rigid, and erupted. Stephanie covered her eyes and turned away. Fleur squeaked, and sealed her lips to him, closing her eyes and pulling his pulses into her mouth. Her increasingly slippery tongue slid around under his end, drawing out more and more from his twitching member. Bill spasmed, gasped and swore. Stephanie put her hands to her ears as Fleur hummed in pleasure. Fleur let go of Bill and he staggered back, collapsing into the chair. "Cow! That was mine!" Stephanie spun on Fleur as she wiped a hand across her lips. She was unconcerned, wearing an odd expression, as if she knew something they didn't. She sat up and turned to face the full wrath. Stephanie was on her feet, on the huge table, like a stage. She waved her finger down at Fleur like a bad dog. "I told you Bitch. That was the one rule. Sperm is mine. Not Bill's, not yours, mine. Wha-" Fleur shook her head, grabbed Stephanie's hips and pushed her mouth up into his wife's mound. Stephanie scowled. Then her jaw dropped, and eyes widened. She smiled and shook her head. Fleur licked Bill's warm cream up at his wife's lips, opening her up, sliding her tongue deep into her. "Silly cow." Stephanie sighed, "That's never going to work." Fleur laughed. "So what?" she said, cum dripping back over her lips, "It is yours, I did not want it to go to waste." She carried on at her impossible task, trying to lick Bill's wife pregnant. Stephanie stroked Fleur's hair, her eyelids drooping. "So foul." She muttered. "Feels... divine." Bill shook his head and regarded the pair. That's something you don't see every day, he thought. Stephanie smiled down at her friend, said something like "Naughty cat! Look at you, so messy!" and they both chuckled as Stephanie kissed her, licking her lips and chin clean. Bill had no idea why this was funny. It was certainly enjoyable though. "Girls." He said, standing up, "What was the motto of this place again?" They turned to him, both sucking at their lips, clocking his hard on. "Come again?" they chimed in unison. ### Stephanie sat on the edge of the table watching Fleur on top of Bill, astride his face, sucking the last of his second orgasm from him. She basked in the warm sun and inner glow of satisfaction, clasping her hands over her sex and crossing her legs over them. She pictured the little tadpoles, working hard, swimming deep into her womb. The Golden Triangle certainly did the trick getting another one out of Bill. That and about ten minutes worth of "double-head". Cheeky sod. It was the triangle that finished them off though. This time Stephanie got it, riding bill's hard on, both of them kissing all Fleur's delicious lips. All cumming together. Maybe this was the baby. If not, no biggie. Bill had certainly got the taste for girl, he was nuzzling Fleur like she was a gigantic water melon. And Fleur, sighing and sucking as she refused to accept Bill might go limp. Neither wanting it to end. But Stephanie knew they had to leave, this place was magical, but it wasn't real. She felt a flip of panic at leaving that amazing woman. She wondered if Fleur might come with them. If Bill would mind. # The next day they stood outside the house with their bags packed. All three of them, waiting for the cab. The taxi to their new life as a 'triple'. Not a 'couple' any longer. Fleur had never travelled, and was very anxious. She had been to the loo about ten times already, but needed to go again when she saw the taxi approaching up the drive. She trotted off one more time. The car pulled in and, surprisingly, the professor got out of it. Did he ever order his own? "Darlings how are you? Have you had a good time, did Fleur look after you?" They both giggled and shifted. The professor grinned. "Jolly Good! Well your carriage awaits." He held the door open for them. "We're just waiting for Fleur, she's coming with us." Bill said, rolling his eyes. The professor frowned and laughed. "You're taking the whole house!" "Just Fleur." Stephanie laughed and peered back at the building. Where was she? "I see. Well that's a new one. Follow me you two." He marched up to the entrance and gestured to the figurehead carved above the door. A golden woman , long wavy hair, lapis lazuli eyes. Her arms and outstretched and a florid burst of flowers, blossoms, pouring out from between her squatting legs. "Fleur." He announced. Stephanie and Bill looked at each other. He launched into a well-rehearsed speech "For thousands of years the locals have worshipped this figure, she was supposed to be the spirit of the lemon groves you see. Young couples would sleep under the trees to get pregnant. The family thought it would be the perfect totem for the house. You know a symbol of Sexuality and Fertility. I think of the house as being Fleur in many respects, it wouldn't be here without her after all." Stephanie laughed. "Oh I see, is that where Fleur got her name, then. She was named after-" The professor sighed. "No dear. I'm sorry. But this is the only Fleur." He pulled up his glasses and peered into their eyes. "Still dilated, I see. You'll be under the effects for a week at least, you have both had a very high dose. I bet you've constructed a whole fantasy role for yourselves haven't you? Forgotten all about booking this homeopathic sexual therapy." He flicked his eyes between them. "Don't remember the ads we emailed you? The spam? Increase your libido? Penis size? Arousal? Longevity? I must admit we get very few people answering them. Do you think we need to try another form of marketing?" "Fleur was real." Bill said. Quietly. Somewhat feebly. The professor raised his eyebrows. "Real. Not real. Perception Dear boy. This is the subject of my study. The scent from this particular lemon blossom flower, in such high doses, is hallucinogenic you see. But!" He raised his fingers "Like those Mayan mushrooms, everyone has the same hallucination. Quite Remarkable don't you think? Folie a deux! Deep seated sexual imagery, a projection from the reptile brain maybe? Do you know the suggestion of this character is so strong. Some people - the most susceptible -even believe they have been her. Looked out from her eyes, seen from her point of view!" Stephanie felt her eyes welling up, she nodded. "Peepy Tom" She muttered. The professor held up his hands. "I... don't really need to know the details. Just know it has worked. That you have a new life together. Umm it did work didn't it?" He spread his arms and led them back to the car. They nodded. "The books?" Stephanie asked, "My work. Was that real?" "Of course!" The professor flapped them into the door "How else do you think you could afford this. You are quite welcome to come back, you know. Finish the job. Add something to the books yourself even eh?" They both smiled. "And Fleur, she'll still be here?" Bill asked, squeezing Stephanie's hand. "Folie a deux!" The professor marched off back to the house, "Same hallucinations every time! Cheerio!" He shouted over his shoulder. "Come Again!"