1 comments/ 64850 views/ 6 favorites A Weekend in the Country By: All Red This was to be the fifth of ten three day promotion courses that my company had arranged for employees who they considered were managerial material. The company has various centres spread around the country and each course was held in a different location so that the various staff members gained experience within a wide selection of environments. At first I felt a little uncomfortable with my fellow attendee's as they were all much older than myself, the next youngest was 38 while I was only 22 and the majority were all around 40. However I soon struck up a friendship with Gayle who lives in a small village in rural Eastern England, a world away from my home, which is at the heart of a thriving big city. She is 41 although to look at her you would think that she was still in her early thirties. We are about the same height and size, I am slim and stand 5ft. 10 inches bare foot, 34B with a nice trim bottom (so I've been told!). I have shoulder length dark brown hair while Gayle's is very short and a gorgeous rich red. We had paired up together at each of the earlier venues and had spent many a happy evening in the hotel bars where accommodation had been arranged, but this particular venue was to be the company's Norwich complex and as it was only a few miles north of where Gayle lived she had invited me to stay at her home. I accepted her kind offer and as the course didn't start until Tuesday we had arranged that I should arrive on the Friday evening so that we could have a long weekend together beforehand. As we also both had a few days annual leave still left to take we had decided to include the Monday in our break. I arrived at her local railway station at just before 6.15pm and could see Gayle waiting on the platform and she greeted me with a peck on the cheek as I alighted from the train. Taking one of my bags she led me through the station to the car park where she had left her little red sports car. It was a lovely bright spring evening and we drove to her home with the top of the car down, the wind blowing through my hair leaving it in a right mess by the time we arrived. I hadn't noticed just how naturally pretty she was until we stepped out of the car. Up until now we had always met in a work like situation. I had noticed in the past that she, like me wore very little make-up but today she was wearing none at all. She had on a lightweight yellow pastel blouse that revealed a lacy bra beneath and a black skirt that didn't quite reach her knees while I was wearing a white sweatshirt and tight blue slacks. We entered her house via the kitchen and she led me through to a passageway and on to a staircase that we climbed. At the top was the bedroom that would be mine for the next few days and beside this was a large bathroom with her bedroom on the other side. There was also another small bedroom opposite that Gayle used for dressmaking. She left me to settle in while she went to make coffee and before she left suggested that we walk to a local Inn on the edge of the village for a meal and a drink when I was ready. I washed in the bathroom and changed into a red blouse and short black skirt, and the only makeup I applied was some bright red lipstick. When I went downstairs Gayle called me into the lounge and I was surprised to see that she was dressed almost identically, the only obvious difference being her lack of a bra. We both laughed and Gayle said "Toni, I think that we are going to get on just swell this weekend." I kept looking at her blouse and the outline of her small but bare breasts against the material made her outfit look stunningly sexy. As we drank our coffee we chatted about what the next week was likely to bring and after about fifteen minutes Gayle stood up and said that 'Work talk' would now be totally off-limits until at least Monday night and that we were to now concentrate on enjoying each others company for the rest of this long weekend. I wholeheartedly agreed with this and told her so. We then set out on the walk to the Inn. It was a lovely warm and bright evening and we both decided to go, as we were, not bothering to take coats. As we walked down the long narrow lane that led from Gayle's house to the road on which the Inn was situated we made simple conversation. Gayle said that this lane was ankle deep in leaves during the autumn and she remembered as a child running the length of the lane kicking them in all directions only to turn around when she reached the bottom to find that they were still as deep as when she started. I said to her that she must have lived in the village for a long time if she did this as a child and she told me that she had lived in the same house all of her life, in fact she was born there and she has never had any intentions of leaving so she will probably live there forever. She went on to say that both her parents had died a few years back, within weeks of one another and as an only child she had inherited everything, although apart from the house and its contents there was little else of value. At this point she walked ahead of me as we navigated our way past a series of muddy puddles, the last reminders of the rain that had been so never ending over the last couple of weeks until this present welcome spell of fine weather had arrived a few days before. Looking at her walking in front of me I thought to myself that she certainly didn't have the body of a forty one year old, in fact most twenty something girls would die for such a perfect figure. We soon reached the road and I followed Gayle, as it didn't have a footpath. Not only did she have the perfect figure but she also knew just how to move it as well! We reached a long bend and as we worked our way round it the Inn came into view on the left. It looked just like you would imagine an English country pub to look like on a post card or on the front of a box of chocolates, an olde world picturesque building, with a thatched roof and a large swing sign telling all that this was 'The Shepherd's Rest'. Groups of people sat at tables at the front and side eating and drinking and enjoying the spring evening. The large entrance door was open and Gayle led the way inside. As we made our way to the bar quite a few people, making it obvious that she was a regular visitor, greeted her. As we reached the bar I was introduced to the barmaid, whose name was Sandra, and Gayle asked me what I would like to drink and I said that a pint of Best Bitter would go down a treat. I knew from our previous meetings that Gayle, like myself liked a nice glass of 'real ale'. Gayle asked for a menu and told Sandra that we would pay for everything at the end of the evening. We then picked up our drinks and made our way to an empty table in a corner away from the door. We sat facing each other and my eyes were drawn to her breasts pressing against her blouse, her nipples clearly visible. We ordered our meals and more drinks and chatted away, my eyes continually being attracted to her blouse. Her nipples seemed to become more pronounced as the evening wore on. I learned that there was nobody special in her life and that there hadn't been for quite some time. Our meals arrived and as we ate we continued our conversation. I told her that I hadn't been in a relationship for a long time either. Still my eyes were being drawn to her breasts and I was sure that she must have noticed me looking at them. I looked up at her face and she was smiling. She really was very pretty. A young couple asked if they could sit at our table as there weren't any free seats anywhere else and I moved to sit beside Gayle. I then noticed that her skirt had ridden high revealing an exquisite pair of legs. We had another drink or two and then decided to head home. Gayle insisted on paying the bill and I said that I would pay the next time we went out and then we left. When we got outside it had started to rain. We walked briskly and it didn't take long for our clothes to get soaking wet. I walked in front and Gayle was very close behind. I could feel my blouse sticking to my skin as we walked up her garden path. Gayle went into the house first and turned on the light and as she turned around to face me I noticed that her blouse had stuck to her as well, the full shape of her breasts and nipples revealed to my gaze. I looked up and she was smiling again. She then suggested that we take a hot shower and said that I could go first and that she would sort me out a towel and bathrobe. I had my shower and was grateful for the robe. As I don't wear anything to bed this meant that I wouldn't have to get dressed again. When I returned downstairs I found that Gayle had made a hot drink. I sat in a high backed chair in the middle of the room and Gayle went to have her shower. When she returned after a few minutes she was wearing a very short robe and it seemed obvious that, like me, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She also had a small towel with her and said that she would help me to dry my hair. I hadn't had anyone dry my hair for me since I was a little girl. I just smiled and she walked towards me. She started to rub my hair and as she leaned forward I could see down the front of her robe. I couldn't see her nipples but as her robe fell forward I caught a glimpse of her breasts. She then walked around to the back of my chair and started drying my hair from there. She seemed to be taking ages and then I realised that the front of my robe had fallen forward and I knew that from where she was standing she had a clear view of my breasts. Instead of pulling my robe tighter I found myself letting it fall even further open. I could feel her eyes probing me and I liked it. I let my robe fall open a little further, allowing her an even better view. I had never been attracted to another woman, but Gayle had me mesmerised. She continued drying my hair for a while and then walked back to the front of my chair and then sat down opposite me. As we chatted for a while more I kept looking at her lightly covered body. She was beautiful. I looked at the clock that stood in the corner and noticed that it was gone one o'clock and I said that it was time I was in bed. We said our goodnights and I made my way to my bedroom. I lay on the top of the bed and I could hear Gayle downstairs clearing away our cups and after a few minutes I heard her switch off the light and climb the stairs. As she passed my door she said "Goodnight" and I replied the same and I then heard her close her bedroom door. I lay on top of the bed thinking of the evening and realised that I was only thinking of what I had seen of Gayle's body and then became aware that I had my hand on my pussy. I lay there for about ten minutes when I heard Gayle's door open. She quietly walked towards my room and stopped. After a moment or two there was a gentle tap on my door. I removed my hand from inside my robe and said, with a quiver in my voice, "Come in". The door slowly opened and Gayle stood there. She was completely naked. The light was still on beside my bed and it illuminated her body. She was stunning. Her rich red hair, slim body, perky breasts and hard pink nipples were divine. Then I moved my eyes down from her breasts, past her navel to her pussy. I gulped. It was wet, it was pink and it was bald. Not a single hair, as smooth as the day she was born. "Can I still come in?" she asked. I heard myself reply "Please." She walked to the side of my bed, leaned forward and kissed me full on the lips. I closed my eyes, placed a hand on the back of her neck and responded. I have never kissed, or been kissed by another woman but this was wonderful. She parted my lips with her tongue and proceeded to give me a long deep kiss. When she eventually pulled away she said to me that she had wanted to do that since the first time that she had seen me. She then lifted a knee onto the side of the bed and kissed me again. I lifted my hand and placed it on the cheek of her ass as she kissed me and she let out a little moan. She broke the kiss and then brought her other knee onto the bed and kneeled beside me. He breasts looked superb and I wanted to touch them. She placed her hands onto the belt that was holding my gown together and asked, "Can I?" Again I replied "Please." She gently pulled the ends of the belt and it parted. She then gave me another kiss before putting a hand on each side of my robe and slowly and gently laying it completely open. She just looked at my body and then my face and then back to my body. It made me feel fantastic, the greatest turn on that I think I have ever experienced, my nipples went rock hard and my pussy ached. She looked me in the eyes and said, "You are beautiful, more beautiful than I ever imagined and I imagine you naked every time I go to bed. I long to play with your body, to kiss your lips," she then kissed me again, "to kiss your breasts," she moved slightly down the bed before placing soft, gentle kisses all over my breasts, "to kiss and suck your nipples." She leaned over my body and took a nipple in her mouth and sucked lightly, before opening her lips slightly to let her tongue draw circles around my rock hard bud. Her own small breasts hung just above my hand and as she caressed me with her lips and tongue I brushed them with my fingers. I felt her nipples harden and she sighed as I played with her. She carried on kissing, licking and sucking first one breast and then the other and as she was doing so she moved the bottom part of her body slowly up the bed. She was still on her knees and they were now level with the side of my head. I reached up and started brushing her bottom. It was so smooth. She lifted her face away from my breasts and started making her way down my body, kissing as she went, short gentle kisses. When her lips reached my navel she started kissing and licking it. I lifted and parted my knees. I knew that if she looked she would see my gaping, soaking pussy, and must realise that it was longing to be touched. She lifted her head, and turned to look me in the eyes, "and this,..this is heaven." she said, as she placed a single finger on my pussy. Her smile was beautiful. I smiled back and she turned so that she could kiss me on the lips again before returning to her position. She placed a hand on each side of my pussy and gently parted my lips before slowly moving her face downwards. "Your pussy is so inviting," she said as she continued her slow descent towards her goal. She parted my lips a little further, "I can smell the love juices from your honey pot. I want to drink them." She then placed her lips around my pussy and started lapping with her tongue. I arched my back slightly as she made contact and let out a loud moan. I closed my eyes as her tongue went to work. I couldn't believe the feelings that I was experiencing. I pressed my pussy against her mouth as she opened her lips wider and I then felt her tongue enter me. She moved one hand round and its fingers instantly found my clit, which she started to caress. I was taken to a new high. I was breathing deeply and moaning loudly. I opened my eyes and saw her legs beside my head. I put a hand under her knee and pressed it upwards so that Gayle would know what I wanted her to do. She responded by lifting it off of the bed and I then swung it over my head so that she was straddling my face. Her soaking pussy was inches from my face. I lifted it towards her and placed my lips around her hole. I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and caressed them as I ran the full face of my tongue all over her pussy and she jolted upwards when it first made contact. I worked my tongue round and round, slowly increasing the pressure and she did the same to me. My tongue was darting up and down her crack making her moan louder when I plunged it deep into her. I moved one of my hands to the top of her crack and started rubbing her clit, all the time keeping my tongue and lips working hard. She increased the pressure on my pussy and her tongue was now doing overtime. I could feel myself coming close to a climax and this resulted in my working harder on her, which of course had the effect of Gayle doing the same to me. I felt her body start to shudder just as I started to climax and we both came together, letting out muffled groans as our respective mouths continued to do their work. We carried on until we had both finished and Gayle then collapsed beside me. We lay like this for a few minutes before she turned around on the bed and lay beside me. She put a hand on my cheek and we moved our faces together as we kissed each other. We kept kissing for ages, breaking off occasionally to look into each other's eyes. We never spoke any more that night, we just cuddled up to each other and eventually went to sleep. A Weekend In The Country “You will be away at the weekend, won’t you?” there was silence, “Stanley I’m talking to you.” she aimed the question at the plume of cigar smoke rising from behind the newspaper. At the other side of the Victorian drawing room a voice answered, “I will be seeing Lord Sandale on Thursday before we travel to his estate for formal discussions about the India fleet, why?” She busied herself with her embroidery, “Well Jane is staying at the school over this weekend, some exam, so I thought I would go down to my sisters, I really am worried, I haven’t heard from her for months and I would have thought she could have wrote or something, after all Desmond is away so often on his firms business.” After a cough and a turn of a page, “Well that’s what you get when you girls used your beauty to marry older successful business men, if you wish to be kept in a manor better than accustom we have to be away a lot, but surely his two boys would be company enough, what would they be now late teens or early twenties, I know its time they joined the firm, take some of the bloody work load off their father.” He muttered something about, “Idle little twerps”, before she carried on, “They are 18 and 19 and he told their late mother that they would join the firm at 21, that’s why she left them the legacy, some money to enjoy themselves, the trouble is Isobel has never really got on with them”. His face appeared over the paper, “What makes you say that, she’s only 12 years older than them, she should get on, teach them a thing or two, as you well know, the art of learning is a great experience”. She looked back at him, “Do you remember that young maid she had, pretty girl, we met her last time we were down there, she seemed to be fond of her and she confided in me by saying that her mistress thought them course and uncouth”. As the newspaper flicked back up, “As I said, idle little twerps”. She stood up and rang the bell for tea, “Well that’s settled then, I’ll travel down by train on Thursday, take a carriage from Birley to the hall and surprise her.” He grunted, “Well your two years older than your sister, try and get her to get some responsibility into those boys, you’ve done well with my daughter Jane so teach them. You know their father has a very important job with the government and any whiff of scandal would ruin all of them, not to say that it would give Lloyd-George I bloody good reason to destroy our India contract.” Arabella could still hear the little train as it left the station, she looked at the passing country side as the one horse carriage gently rounded the lake; she could see the hall in the distance and she felt a tingle of excitement at seeing her again after all it had been nearly six months since their last meeting and she did so love her pretty younger sister. The carriage rolled up the drive and stopped at the great wooden door, the driver climbed down and opened the small carriage door, Arabella stepped down in to the warm July sunshine. To her surprise there was no one there to greet her, no servants or family. Her bags were placed by the door; she duly paid the carriage fare then watched the horse wheel around and pull up the drive and out of sight. She was startled back to reality by the gruff voice of the gardener, “Have you business here madam?” She turned to face him, he touched his cap, “Sorry didn’t recognise you, madam, I’ll take your things to the guest room then try and locate your sister, if you’ll be so good as to wait in the parlour.” Arabella stood in the parlour; she busied herself by looking at the photos around the room, she saw pictures of them both together, then of her brother Desmond, she was surprised to see pride of place had been taken by the two boys Edward and George, she could see why her sister didn’t like them, even in the picture they had a smug look of superiority on their face’s. All the time she waited for her sister to come bounding through the door with that infectious smile that lit up a room. She heard the door go and a quite subdued Isobel walked in to the room, “Oh Arabella, what are you doing here, you’ve just missed Desmond?” Quiet taken back by her sisters attitude, she moved to greet her, “Hello Isobel, how wonderful to see you, I’ve been so worried, not hearing from you has caused me great concern.” Isobel gave a faint smile as she said, “There was no need to worry, now is this just a flying visit, where’s Stanley and Jane, are you going somewhere?” Arabella took her hand, “No, no all these questions, I knew Desmond was on government business this weekend and Stanley’s away, Jane’s at school so I’ve come for the weekend just to see you, it’s a surprise”. Before Isobel could answer Edward entered the room, “Well, well aunt Arabella, what a pleasant surprise, did I hear you are staying for the weekend that will be fun, won’t it mother?” His surly tone echoed round the room, before any body could answer he grabbed Isobel by the arm, “Tea will be a five and we will all take it together in the sun-lounge, do I make myself clear?” Isobel whinsed and looked away, “Yes Edward, it will be ready at five,” he smiled at Arabella before leaving. Isobel tried to make light of it, “Gets more like his father every day, anyway it will give you time to settle in, I’ll see you later,” and much to Arabella’s dismay she turned and left. Arabella went upstairs to unpack more worried now than she was before. Her clothes hung or neatly put in to draws, Arabella freshened her face before venturing down again; she went in to the kitchen and was amazed to see her sister making tea, “Where’s the maid, surely domestic staff aren’t that difficult to find, even out here?” Isobel nearly dropped a plate, Oh Arabella you made me jump, no we haven’t got a housekeeper and the maid, she eerr left, look Arabella I have to tell you---,” the door slammed open, it was George. “And what have you got to tell aunty Bella,” Arabella hated the way they shortened her name, “Was it how we lost the maid, oh I bet she’d been interested at that, wouldn’t you aunt Bella?” Arabella tried not to look flustered as she said, “All in good time, now you find your brother and I’ll help lay for tea.” Tea was eaten accompanied by small chat, the two boys lorded it over the two women, bragging to their aunt how life for them was wonderful and how well the firm was doing now that father was in charge of the governments Japanese interests, Isobel was forced to agree with them, but much more to Arabella’s concern was the way they where making remarks on her beauty and her body. It was as they washed the tea things that Isobel quickly confided in her sister, “ You have to get out of here, go home, please I’m begging you go.” Arabella first looked shocked then sternly at her sister, “Not until you tell me why.” Looking scared, Isobel went to the door and looked outside, then she came back, pulled her sister to her and in a low whispered voice started her story, “It all started with, eerr you remember that lovely young maid, Elsa?” Arabella nodded, “Oh this is so difficult.” Arabella said, “Look we have very little time, just tell me, I am your sister.” “All right here goes, I was on my own so much, Desmond was away and the boys worried me, so I became friendly with Elsa, very friendly.” “One night there was a thunder storm, she was scared, so was I and she came in to my room, I let her in to my bed. As we lay together the thunder got worse, we clung to each other, she was soft and I felt comfortable in her arms, very comfortable, we kissed and she caressed me, more and more.” Arabella could see this was difficult so she quickly hugged her, delicately planted a kiss on her forehead then smiled as her sister continued, “We became lovers, I loved to have her in my bed, licking her most intermit parts then she would lick me, I had never felt such tenderness, she knew how to make my breast’s and virginal opening respond and we would have carried on our secret affair but for Edward and George, they saw us whispering and spied on us.” “They caught us but at that time didn’t confront me, they were too clever for that, they arranged a robbery of some of Desmond’s government papers, the local police officer found them in her room, I had to save her from prison or scandal.” “They forced me to sign documents to keep her from prison, they paid off the local constable making sure it looked like I had bribed an official of the law, and then forced me to admit, in writing, my infidelity, my lesbian affair, if any of this got out, Desmond would be ridiculed, ruined and the government would take reprisals for my indiscrimination.” As she said that, the words of Stanley exploded in Arabella’s mind, ruination, outcasts, bankrupt, even homeless, no wonder she was terrified of George and Edward. “Well if they’ve covered it all up, what do they want, why are you so afraid of them, what’s going on, why are you letting them ordering you about?” Isobel’s eyes where filled with fear, “ Don’t ask because I don’t know, they said they would speak with me this evening, but now you’re here, you must give me time to sort this out, just stay out of the way for awhile, we will talk again tomorrow”. Arabella sat in her room, her mind trying to make sense of her sister’s stupidity until she dozed in to an uncomfortable sleep; her sleep was broken with a bang, the door to her room opened. She woke with a start for a moment forgetting where she was, until she saw George standing in the doorway, “I’ve come to take you for an evening stroll, don’t you think it’s a pleasant summer evening, Bella?” She balked at the way he addressed her, “If your uncle Stanley were here you would not call me that, you should----,” he just stood there sniggering, “Well he’s not here so why don’t we take that walk, you never now we may see you sister while we view the entertainment, come on Bella you don’t need a coat, would be shameful to hide such a generous body, you know you look lovely the way you are.” Arabella was appalled by his brash attitude, how dare a boy of his youth talk to her that way; she got up, deliberately took time to check her appearance before sweeping past him, down the stairs heading for the garden, she heard him stamping down the stairs behind her and thought, I’ll take you to task you arrogant upstart. He soon caught up with her and almost forced her down the path to the wooded area by the gazebo; as they approached she could see figures under the wooden structure and what looked like a pink nude statue in the middle, it was as she got closer that the full horror of the scene made her shout. Hanging naked in the middle of the staged area was Isobel, Arabelle went to run, to scream, but a strong arm locked around her neck and another pinned her arms to her side, the loathsome voice of George growled in her ear, “See I told you we would see your sister and entertainment, but you didn’t think it would be one of the same thing did you? But you see that’s what you get for being a naughty girl.” He started to shunt her towards the gazebo, powerless to stop him she moved; as she did the three men parted giving her an unrestricted view of her helpless sister. Arabella chocked as she saw her naked, her mouth filled with cloth and held in to silence her, her arms held a full stretch by a thick rope that went over a ring and down to the side, held firmly by Henry the gardener. Isobel’s naked bottom was a mass of red marks obviously caused by the two belts held by Edward and Jess the handy man. Arabella suddenly stopped struggling, she could feel George pressing against her from behind, his hard cock pushing at her bottom through the thin material, Edward stared at her, his eyes evil, his smile cruel. George tightened his grip forcing her to look at him, Edward lent on the rail, “Hello Bella, how nice of you to join us we were just teaching Isobel the error of her ways, care to watch?” The two of them swung their belts hard at the defenceless naked arse, Isobel screamed in to the cloth filled mouth, unable to do anything as they swung again and again, Henry dragged hard on the rope forcing her to her tiptoes, unable to escape she just swung as the belts found their mark. Arabella’s straggled cry’s, begging them to stop just received distained laughter from all four men, until Edward stopped, lent back on the rail and quizzically asked, “Would you like to watch us do the front of your sister, her tits should colour up beautifully?” Still in George’s iron grip she pleaded with them to stop, almost sobbing the words to a scream as she watched Jess swing the battered woman to face her, he deliberately pulled Isobel’s nipples until she pathetically moaned. Arabella watched as his hand travelled down to Isobel’s cunt before grabbing a handful of short black hair and tugged a louder moan from the battered woman. Beaten and in fear for her sister Arabella begged him, “No.” Edward crocked his finger, “Bring our beautiful aunt Bella up here, lets have a closer look at her.” George shoved her up the steps, Edward grinned in her face as she stood silently in front of him; he pushed her back against a post, took his belt and wrapped it round her neck twice fastening her tightly to the post. “Now aunt Bella, or shall we ignore the pleasantries and just call you Bella, I know how much you like it, am I to take it that you wish us to desist our attentions with your sister, our dear ma-mar?” He waited for Arabella’s frightened nod, “Then we, that is Jess and myself, will take her and look after her elsewhere while you do as my brother tells you, if you don’t then we have your sister and her little secret, you do understand her predicament and now yours?” Arabella watched as her exhausted sister was lowered, then slung over Jess’s shoulder, she shuddered as she watched the grubby handy man run his hand up the back of her thighs, caressing the naked red cheeks as he walked down the steps, turned and walked up the path towards the house followed by Edward. A quick slap on her face returned to Georges face, “Well Bella its just you and us, when I was holding you, you felt nice, take your clothes off and show me how nice,” She almost chocked herself on the belt. “No, no that ridiculous I just----.” George slapped her face again, “Then we go fetch your sister, ether way we see some nice white female flesh, well what bit we leave of her white.” As he turned towards the steps her hand grabbed at his shirt, her other hand went to the top button of her dress. Both men sat back on the rail as they watched the beautiful women start to take her clothes off; she found it relatively easy to unbutton the top of her dress, they watched as she slid the garments from her arms, then her corset revealed the true size of her tits, she tried not to look at the men as the ogled her large breasts but it was imposable to push the rest of her clothes off because of the way she was fastened to the post. She felt sick as first George the Henry walked up to her and said, “Need a hand?” She had no option but to say, “Yes.” George’s face was almost touching hers; “Yes what?” “Yes Please.” George and Henry knelt at her feet as George said, “Yes please what?” She strained to look down at their leering faces, she sobbed, “Please, please will you both take the rest of my clothes off.” She couldn’t help but let another sob come as she heard George snigger, “What ever you want, you heard the lady, Henry, lets see if the bottom, and I mean that in the literal since, is as good as the top.” The cool of the night air caused goose pumps on the fine white delicate skin as the men pulled the dress down off her legs and her bloomers followed quickly, George stood up and admired the beautiful women stood fastened and now naked for his approval. Henry watched as George moved forward, “How’s about a little kiss for your loving nephew?” Arabella looked at his leering face and could do nothing to stop him as he closed his mouth over hers, pushing hard he forced her mouth open, she opened it further as she felt a hand on her breast; the fingers squeezed at her firm large flesh before moving to her nipple and rolled it hard between fingers. George pulled away and stared at her as his hand rested on her stomach and began to slide it down, she moved to stop him, “Oh no Bella, lets have your arms up.” She lifted her arms, George smiled, “All the way,” he turned, “Henry, is the rope still handy, let’s have her tied up nice and tight just like we had her sister.” Arabella was so scared that she would be as helpless as Isobel she immediately said, “No, no I’ll put my hands up.” As she pushed her arms as high as she could George laughed, “My, my aunty is learning, but you do realise that you have do as your told if you want life to continue as you know it, and you will have to do it all this weekend, I think you understand what I mean,” he smiled, “Now where was I?” Arabella stood there, her arms ached as they stretched high above her head, she closed her eyes as she felt Georges hand return to her body; a slap stung her face, “Eyes open,” she stared, her eyes filled with hate as George grinned at her, his hand now stroking her stomach, his finger pushing in to her navel. She felt Henry’s hand on her leg, the trace of his fingertips as they played over her delicate soft skin, travelling higher. Georges hand moving down, both men knowing they were humiliating her and she was unable to stop them. Georges head slid from her view as he descended to her nipple, she bit her lip and she felt his mouth close over her large red bud, hands prized at her inner thighs forcing her to open her legs, those same fingers that had traced up her leg now tickled at the entrance to her most private part. George pushed his hand behind her pinching and propping between the cheeks of her arse. She stood there for what seemed an age as the two men enjoyed her ample body, sucking at both nipples, biting until forced moans escaped from her lips. Their fingers pushed up in to her dry cunt, the other fingers invaded her arse hole making her move a wiggle, allowing both digits further penetration, she could hear Georges grotesque laughter as he forced to squirm her body around almost dancing to his tune. He stood up, his face close to hers as he licked his fingers, “Nice very nice,” he slid the wet fingers under her nose, “Maybe we’ll try that again later but as for now your sister requires your full undivided attention.” He undid the belt from the post then looped it back around Arabella’s throat before he led her from the platform; Henry picked up her clothes and followed. The three walked slowly back to the hall, George in front pulling the helpless Arabella, her hands on her head as ordered with Henry at the rear, his eyes admiring Arabella’s rear. Walking in to the hall George made straight for the sunlounge; he pulled Arabella through the door and swung her to view the room. She stood amongst the four men totally naked trying to move to her sister only to find herself half straggled as she was jerked back by the belt. In the middle of the room was the table they had ate tea on, not three hours ago, it had been turned upside down, her sister Isobel was laying, still naked in the middle, her legs and arms tied tightly up each leg, her sore red arse and cunt completely exposed and defenceless, her mouth still sealed, her eyes staring wildly at Edward as he stood above her swinging his belt menacingly between her splayed thighs. Edward smiled at George, “Bella been a good girl,” George patted her arse, “Oh yes, I think we can safely say she has an understanding of the situation.” Edward let the belt slap gently on to Isobel’s open cunt, she squealed, her head shaking wildly, Edward looked at Arabella, “It would seem dear Ma-mar has a sore arse and cunt, now my brother has assured me you have an understanding of the situation, well understand this, I can make her arse and cunt so much worse or you could make them so much better.” A Weekend In The Country Arabella looked shocked, she went to protest but Edward put his finger to his lip, “There is no need to speak Bella, actions speak louder than words, if you are not kissing everything better within the count of ten then I and my companions will spend the next five minutes making them a lot worse.” Arabella cried out, “I couldn’t, its imposable, please have mercy.” Edward just ignored her, “4------5------6------7.” Arabella dropped to her knees, “Oh god, you mean it.” “8, you better believe me, 9,” he drew his arm back, the belt hung over his back ready to strike, Jess and Henry moved closer to the groaning trapped woman, their belts ready. Arabella shuffled forward, her arms pushing the men away, “Stop, stop, I’ll do it, for the sake of the lord leave her alone you animals, you filthy animals.” Edward grabbed the back of Arabella’s head dragged it forward and shoved her between her sister legs, “We may be animals but its you licking your sisters cunt like a bitch on heat, and we want her cumin in your face before you stop.” George stepped up behind and slipped his hand between the crouching Arabella’s legs, “Don’t worry your sister likes other women between her legs.” She pushed her hand back to stop him, Edward caught it, Henry grabbed her other arm and they twisted them further up her back forcing her face hard in to Isobel’s cunt, Edward looked to Jess, “Bring me some line from the kitchen, lets have them as women should be, in complete servitude.” Soon Arabella’s arms were secured, Edward pulled her to a kneeling position and bent himself to stare her in the face, “How’s about a kiss for me and my companions, we want to taste your sweet lips before and after they are covered in something a little more interesting.” Her little sobs were now uncontrollable as she forced herself to say, “How could you do this to me?” Grabbing her hair hard he laughed at her, “Oh don’t worry we will do the same to Ma-mar before she has the pleasure of you,” he ground his mouth hard against hers, forcing him self on to her, as her mouth opened he plunged his tongue to the back of her throat, choking her as he licked at her furiously. Jess, Henry and George forced her to except their tongues before they all sat around to watch her; with another warning about the belt she found herself licking and tickling the entrance to her sisters cunt; her own ass up and with in arms reach of her perverted onlookers. She licked not knowing whether she was doing anything to her sister, she knew the men would get bored and think of some other humiliation to torment them with if she didn’t continue. While thinking of this her tongue started to slip around the open gash, a different taste infused in to her mouth and she felt her sister move; her hips seemed to hump upwards, pushing at her mouth. The men noticed the change; they moved closer, fingers now started on Isobel’s nipples, as they played with them they were joking at their hardness. Arabella felt some-one behind her; with her head bent low sucking at her sister her arse was up and she felt fingers pushing in to her cunt and arse, some-ones fingers moved under her and found her nipples, slowly letting her red buds brush back and forth across their open rough palm, she found she could not stop them from becoming sensitive. Not only were her nipples sensitive, as fingers worked behind her, her body was becoming aroused and she couldn’t stop it. They knew it as course voices announced, “She’s getting a slippery cunt, time to turn the lady round.” Arabella suddenly had arms under her; she was lifted and turned; while this was happening the gag was removed from Isobel, she licked her sore lips just in time to protest as they lowered her sister down between the legs of the table, it was unavoidable, Isobel had Arabella’s cunt in her mouth, I swift smack with the belt on both women had their mouths licking and sucking at each other. The men settled back to watch as Edwards voice boomed more fear at the women, “Now we get to see both of you cum over each other, before?” Isobel was heavily aroused and knew what to do, her tongue immediately drove in to the hood of Arabella’s clit, licking as far up in to her as possible before returning to stimulate her sister’s naïve body. Arabella couldn’t help but become as aroused as her sister, enjoying what was happening to her she copied the same movements, a sudden moan brought sniggers from the men but, by this time, the women were only concentrating on their own pleasure. As the women started to groan in to their climax the men nodded to each other, stood and surrounded the wiggling bodies. Isobel was the first to climax, Arabella was at first shocked but she still continued to lick at the juice leaking from the cunt as it spat in to her mouth. Arabella forced her hips down in to Isobel’s mouth just as she flooded he juice in to the open throat. As they groaned and pushed themselves together the men pounced. Arabella was grabbed and pulled off. Edward pulled her sensitive nipple as he walked past her, standing between Isobel’s legs her unbuttoned his breeches, he first smiled at her then down to Isobel, “Lets see what your like with a man in that hole, Ma-mar.” Arabella tried to move to stop him but with her arms tied and George and Henry holding her she was just brushed aside as Edward turned and held her jaw, “Patience dear Bella your turn will come, many times.” Isabel started to cry to beg him no but he just knelt, his fingers started to tickle the already inflamed cunt, her cries soon became moans as Jess knelt at her head, undid his breeches and aimed his cock at her panting mouth. Arabella started at him, unable to control herself she screamed, “Take that away from her mouth.” Edward, still forcing moans from the helpless woman looked up and laughed, “Oh Bella you wait until you get the feelings from some of the things we have found out, you see, we have been stealing a look at fathers journals of the orient and in it is a picture book called, The art of learning.” As George slid his hand down and between her legs, her moist cunt betrayed her as she stifled a groan by saying, “What in the lords name do you mean?” Edward’s hand stopped tickling the now wet cunt and started to rub his hard cock, “Ladies of the orient know how to please men, its time you western women learnt the same and we have seen a lot of pictures we want to try out so lets start trying them out on you two.” She tried to answer him but the fingers in her cunt caused her to moan, Edwards laughter subsided as he bent and slipped his meat in to his helpless stepmother. He slid in easily and with out any feelings he slammed in to her, fucking her hard, she didn’t protest, she took it all, unable to control herself she moved and groaned, the harder he fucked the more she gasped. George and Henry worked on the bound Arabella, tickling her cunt and licking her tits and nipples; she couldn’t help but let her legs open; letting the four hands easily defile her. She stood there, her body squirmed, her eyes watched her sister being fucked, Isobel’s groans that of a woman desiring fulfilment; Edwards mouth descended to her nipples forcing her to open her mouth for breath but also letting Jess push his cock in to it, the last thing Arabella saw was Isobel’s lips closing around the invading meat as she was, in turn, pushed towards the stairs. Henry opened the door to her bedroom and made a sweeping gesture as George slapped her arse all the way until she stood by the bed. She pleaded to her captives to release her arms but as George bent and grabbed her tit forcing the nipple out so her could suck on it said, “Oh no, remember subservient and helpless, just the way I like it,” then he sucked her nipple deep in to his mouth. As she was still aroused it soon went hard, his insane laughter echoed around, “That’s it Bella, nice, now you have work to do, on your knees, there’s two of us and your mouth, a recipe to make us happy.” Almost in hysterics she pleaded that she couldn’t, wouldn’t do it. Edward pushed her forward and Henry grabbed her and held her tight to him, “It’s a good feeling to hold something as beautiful as you miss Bella and with you all naked, you feel and smell nice, I’d do as Master George says, just look at him, he’s gona do it and you will still do everything we want.” She tried to turn her head but all she could see was the dressing table mirror, what she saw filled her with dread, George was tapping a riding crop on to his hand and gazing at her fine round white arse. The first slap brought a scream from her, the second the sound was less, the third a squeal and the forth and fifth no more than a pathetic moan, with tears running down her face she stared at Henry, “Make him stop,” six, seven, eight hit hard. George whispered in her ear, “When I get to ten I will start again, then when I get to ten I will start again, I can do this until I’m tiered then Henry will take over, then we will turn you over, so why be obstinate just you get down on your knees now, because eventually you will.” Reluctantly Arabella slid down Henry’s body until she knelt obediently before them, George’s laughter returned as he threw the crop on to the bed, unfastened the buttons to his breeches and walked around in front of her, he bent and gripped her jaw, “Mmmmm such a nice mouth, you’ve had my tongue in it, now you get the more interesting bit of me.” Both men stood in front of the kneeling Arabella, she looked first at them then the two lengths of firm male meat just inches from her mouth, George smiled down at her, “First one then the other and keep doing it until you have experienced the joy of swallowing the juice of the fruit.” A small sob heralded the movement of the beautiful woman as she bent forward, her tongue pushed from her mouth and slid under Henry’s cock, slowly she pulled it to her; then she let it brush across her lips, she recoiled as she tasted the sticky pre-cum that had leaked from the little hole. Arabella looked up at the two men, George tapped the back of her head and he kept tapping it until she had moved back and opened her mouth again, the tapping didn’t stop until the swollen fat head slipped in to her mouth. George ran his fingers over the head of his own cock as he said, “Now tickle the end with your tongue before you swallow it all, it will go down your throat and you have a choice, you ether suck it slowly down yourself or we ram it down but as I said, it will go down your throat.” With her head being held tight, Arabella choked and gagged as the two men took it in turns to fuck her mouth, her head was dragged from one side to the other as both men ether used her mouth themselves or tried to stuff both in at once until first Henry then George pumped the cream in to her, deliberately covering he mouth with their hands until she had swallowed everything. As they finished Edward opened the door, “Did I miss a fine performance?” Henry and George both laughed at kneeling woman. George put his finger in his mouth and pushed in and out, then laughed, “End of the virgin mouth, and she swallows but what of dear Ma-mar?” Edward joined the inane laughter, “Father can not be very big as dear Ma-mar enjoyed, whether she wanted too or not, a long fat cock pumping up and filling her sweet hole and Jess had no problem filling her mouth, so yes things bowed well for the weekend,” as he turned to leave he looked at the helpless woman kneeling on the floor, “Hope Uncle Stanley’s isn’t big, it will be nice to see the lovely Bella receiving the same filling enjoyment as her sister.” He moved a little sideways and looked at Arabella’s arse, “Seems she needed a little persuasion before she got a cock stuck down her throat.” George laughed, “Always better when the filly needs breaking in, like a bit of sprit in a woman.” Edward went out of the door, “Come on then bring your filly, we are in the master bedroom.” Arabella was dragged up and across the landing to the big bedroom. As she entered she could see her sister, tied the same way as her, sitting on the bed, she looked away from Arabella, almost embarrassed by what she had let the men do and been seen to enjoy it. Edward strutted round the room, “Now gentlemen, it is past these good ladies bedtime, so we must decide which bed each will sleep in and how we are going to get some sleep as well as work to a rota of enjoying these ladies ample charms that they a generously going to let us play with.” Arabella went to speak but George was close by and just gripped her arm, “Don’t bother I’m having yours first,” he looked at Edward, “I’ll take Bella in to your room, it’s a bigger bed and I’ll have my fun with her, you work out when I get to play with Ma-mar,” he pushed the pleading Arabella back out and in to Edward’s room. As she entered the bedroom, Arabella tried to reason with George, “Look this has to stop, please George see sense, I’m your aunt and its wrong, if you make them stop now this will go no further.” George swung her round and pushed her firmly back on to the bed, as he tore at his clothes he looked at her, “I can assure you Bella this is going to go further, nothing is going to stop us all having you or your sister all weekend, you must have realised that every time you visited we have looked at you and wanted to know what was under those fine gowns, well now we do and we like what we see so we intend enjoy every delicious inch of you, inside and out.” As he threw the last of his clothes on to the big chair he approached the bed, Arabella cowered back but with her wrist’s still fastened behind her it was easy for him to pull her to him, he lay beside her, “Just do it all and don’t make me spank you, you have been there before and you know how futile resistance is, open your legs I want to eat you.” As she complied with the order she bit her lip, she remembered how easy it was for her sister to arouse her and this was a man, hell bent on forcing her to be his submissive whore. In the master bedroom, Henry was caressing the helpless Isobel, his mouth sucking at her enlarged nipples, his fingers pushing between her widely spread legs and up in to her cunt, with her body now completely aroused, moans escaped her mouth. Both men took another ten minutes to bring their chosen women close to their climax before the sound of bed’s creaking in the rhythm of hard fucking filled the landing. Soon the sound changed to the squeals of women in the throws of orgasms as first Isobel and then Arabella groaned to male juice being pumped in to their wet hot cunts. Edward was the next to visit Arabella, he laughed as he tickled between her legs, watching her groan and hump on to his hand, her cunt on fire, she cursed herself and her body, now aroused beyond anything she had ever felt before, not even the words, “And now to break the last virgin hole,” made her resist. Isobel was being given the same treatment by Jess, bent over the bed roll his cock ploughed in to her arse-hole, she had not put up too much of a fight as she had been turned over, Jess had greased her first and as it was another new sensation, soon her squeals had become moans of pleasure. She even smiled as she heard, “God no Edward not there please not thereeaaaaahhh,” knowing her sister would soon find it impossible not to enjoy it. Twice each man visited the women during the night, each hole and Arabella’s tits where fucked hard and furiously until both women were left exhausted; the men didn’t wake them until ten. At ten both women were dragged from the bed, untied and pushed towards the bathing room; the four men watched as the ladies cleaned themselves inside and out before being forced down to the kitchen. The two of them made breakfast and endured the continued, unwanted abuse of mouths and hands all over their bodies, Arabella and Isobel looked at each other concerned by the way an excited Edward was acting. After the breakfast things where cleared away, the six of them went back to the master bedroom, Isobel and Arabella held each other as they saw the ropes laid out on the bed. The men had know problem overpowering the women and soon the where kneeling in the middle of the room, their ankles crossed and tied to a rope that had been fastened to their waist, their arms crossed behind them and fastened up to separate beams in the ceiling, they faced each other. All but Edward were naked as he again strutted around the room in his arrogant style, “Well ladies we have a few moments until the next event so why don’t you entertain us with a little more sisterly love, a little kissing, tit rubbing and you can hump each other’s cunts and you better make it good, because the way your tied and the amount of riding crops, well you know how we like to see red arse’s, I won’t be long.” He stood there long enough to watch Arabella start to kiss her sisters mouth long and hard, Isobel thrust her hips at Arabella’s cunt, intertwining the black curly hairs; as he left the room he bent and ran his hand over his stepmothers firm arse cheeks, patting them he whispered, “I’ll be back to enjoy this some more.” Edward sat in the study looking out the window down the long drive; in his hand was the telegram that had arrived earlier. Dearest Arabella, The exam at boarding school was cancelled. Stop. I’m catching 7.20 and should be with you by noon. Stop. Hope aunty Isobel enjoyed her surprise. Stop. Your loving step daughter Jane. Edward hadn’t seen his cousin Jane for two years, he remembered her at sixteen, she was a real beauty then and he licked his lips at the thought of what she had blossomed in to and whether she had been taken yet. As he looked up at the chiming clock a pony and trap pulled in to the drive, he took the spyglass and focused it on the occupant. A girl of rare beauty gazed back at him, fine white delicate futures peeked out from a pink laced bonnet, her mane of auburn hair cascaded down her back and he smiled as he took in the contours of her bodice, “Another fine pair to be liberated from their restraints,” sniggered from his mouth. As the trap turned and left Edward answered the door, “Hello cousin Jane, how lovely to see you, please allow me to carry you case,” his eyes drunk in her beauty as he bent close to pick up the case, “I’ll leave it in the hall until you need it,” as she walked past him he thought, you won’t be needing clothes this weekend. As he put the case down Jane asked, “Where’s my step mother?” Edward gestured to the stairs. With a smile he said, “I believe she’s with her sister upstairs, allow me.” He walked behind her, her dress swayed, showing her fine slender waist and small pert buttocks, Edward resisted the overpowering urge to spank it. They turned at the top of the stairs as Edward said, “That’s it, just go in.” Jane entered, her hand went to her mouth, there, in front of her was her stepmother and her aunt knelt and bound, they were trying to kiss each other passionately but George’s cock was stuck between their lips. Their bodies rubbed furiously at each other. Two men knelt behind each one of them with their hand between the writhing women’s legs, finger fucking them as hard as they could. Jane tried to turn and run but Edward barred her way, grabbing her wrist he twisted and bent it hard up her back, her scream made the women turn and look, Arabella screamed, “God no more, not her.” Edward pushed Jane towards the group, “Oh yes, I’m sure there’s room for one more, rope gentlemen please.” With the two women bound and helpless the sight of this beauty was enough to have the men rushing to Edward’s aid; hands tore at buttons as the helpless girl struggled in their grip. The dress, bodice, corset and bloomers soon littered the floor as rope fastened her wrists together and a gag silenced her protests. Amongst jeers she was dragged between her stepmother and aunt; Jess was up and fastening the rope to a beam. When he had finished Jane stood almost on tiptoe struggling to escape but none of the three captives could move from their position and Arabella sighed defeated as she realised what unspeakable perversion was to come. A Weekend In The Country The way they were tied meant that Arabella and Isobel where kneeling, Jane between them, their mouths at the same height as Jane’s beautiful virgin cunt and arse. Edward noticed the reluctant way Arabella hung her head, as he pulled at the last buttons of his breeches he walked behind her, bending he whispered, “You learn quick, yes its your and your sisters job to save this lovely young body from the pain I would only wish to inflict upon its fine white skin, get her to except the inevitable and you save her and yourselves a great deal of pain and we can get back to the fun and games of last night, if not, well you understand don’t you?” Arabella didn’t look back at Edward she just bent forward and kissed the firm white roundness of Jane’s buttocks; Jane, surprised by what her stepmother had done managed to move slightly forward only to find her open legs aloud Isobel’s mouth to lick in and up between them. Jane moaned in to her cloth filled mouth, her muted protests had the men jostling for the best position to watch as the two women used their tongues knowing there was no escape, they were going to be forced to excite the young girl. Every time Jane moved her hips so the women followed, knowing that if they didn’t turn the girl in to some sort of perverted sex object the men would beat it in to her. Jane had never had real sex, she had played with her self in her bed, her fingers rubbing her to a climax but to have tongues licking at her arse-hole and in to the lips of her cunt, searching under her hood and forcing the nub of her clitoris hard was a new sensation; the way she was tied made it imposable for her to escape, soon she stopped trying, her legs open, Isobel licked at the moistening hole her stepmother licking around the pink arse ring and then further under. Moans emanated from behind the cloth in her mouth, little uncontrollable jumps made the men smile, Edward whispered to his brother, “Remember what finished Ma-mar off, well this one’s nipples look to be an extra special succulent bonus, shall we?” They climbed off the bed and stood ether side of Jane, with her eyes closed she was unaware of the men until their mouths closed over the hard red nipples she groaned but as they sucked the groans turned to moans, Edward ran his hand around the back of Arabella’s head and pushed her further between the open legs. George could see Isobel’s face wet from the juice now being forced from Jane’s dripping cunt but it was Edwards hand that delved in to the auburn bush and started to rub in to the wet full lips, slipping round to get inside along with Isobel’s tongue, this new invasion drove Jane to her first climax. Their was to be no rest for Jane, she was immediately released and dragged from between the women and laid on the bed; her legs held open her arms pinned above her head as Edward and George continued to excite the cunt and nipples of the uncontrollablely aroused young woman. Jess and Henry took their chance, knowing the two brothers were only interested in being the first to fuck Jane they released Arabella’s and Isobel’s legs and their arms from the beam ropes then pulled them from the room to the empty beds on the other side of the landing. Edward and George didn’t even notice the others go as their fingers forced Jane towards another climax, George waited until Edwards used his expertise with his mouth, now kissing Jane’s mouth forcible and his fingers agitated Jane’s nipple to their full hard length, before he pushed slowly up the wet hot cunt, slowly trying to find the thin tissue of her hymen. George kept up a slow rhythm, pushing in and out making her cunt wetter with every stroke; Jane was unable to stop her feelings, her mouth being raped by Edwards tongue, her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure through her body, when George struck. A little squeal from Jane’s mouth was the only thing that let the world know she was now a woman; George used some bed linen to wipe away the small droplets of blood before he continued his assault of her cunt, his mouth returned to licking while his fingers could now fuck in and out of the freshly violated hole. In the other bedrooms Isobel and Arabella were servicing their respective tormentors; Isobel on the bed, with her arse up and that arse being well fucked by Henry’s hard cock. Arabella was sitting on the bed with her hair held tight, her face being forced in to Jess’s stomach as his cock tickled the back of her throat. Henry and Jess were quietly happy with their lot, they had two beautiful helpless women to do with as they pleased and they knew they would have them for hours. They would be able to make them do anything as Edward and George would be amusing themselves with the beautiful Jane and she had three virgin holes that they would make sure she didn’t have by the end of the day. Turning her on her front, Edward used the riding crop on Jane’s cute small arse; even though she agreed very quickly to doing anything they demanded, Edward still had his fill of stinging such a pair of beautiful white buttocks. They first took Jane together, her kneeling as George taught her the art of mouth fucking; Edward was behind her, his cock opening up her tight cunt, all the time she had to wiggle her bottom as the riding crop was close to hand. Next they forced her on her back, they made her hold her tits together as they first made themselves hard again and second, enjoyed laughing as they splattered her pretty face with their sticky juice. Now they had her totally defeated, she was made to play with them, her hands busily tickling balls and stroking cock; all the time the two boys eyed her cute arse knowing that they were both going to be up it. Jane did put up a fight when she realised what they intended to do to her, both Arabella and Isobel, though in the throws of being in the middle of a hard fucking themselves, tried to call reassurance to the hapless Jane but all to no avail as soon the house echoed to the squeals of a virgin arse being broken in. Edward had used her arse first, George had held her while it happened, Jane was to exhausted when George fucked her, due to the fact that both boys had fucked her three or four times before the arse rape meant they had taken much longer to abuse that hole and she was now complete at their mercy. Leaving her on the bed they went to see what was happening elsewhere. In one bedroom Isobel was laying on her side with Jess behind her, as his cock pounded her arse so his hands mauled her fine large tits. In another room Henry lay back on the pillow, his arms behind his neck as he gazed at the ceiling, Arabella’s head was bobbing up and down, her mouth completely covering his long hard shaft. Edward and George waited until both men had been serviced and again filled the women’s holes before taking both women in to the master bedroom. The two well fucked women stood, their heads bowed in servitude as they were told to tell Jane just why and just how much trouble they could cause if they had a mind to or if their male needs were not met and they finished by reminding them that there was tonight and all day tomorrow before the Monday morning train, they hoped they had made themselves clear. Arabella stayed with Jane, Isobel went and made food and brought it, with wine, up to the big bedroom. The men ate but they made the women feed them, if they dropped any on the naked men they were forced to lick it off and many bits of food found its way on to the men’s crutches, also the women were from a temperance upbringing, wine was alien to them. The men soon took advantage of that and used the neck of a bottle the way they had used their cocks, sticking them in to their mouths and pumping liquid in to them, not enough to render them useless but enough for a lot of inhibitions to be removed. The women, now intoxicated, found them-selves unable to argue, resistance had gone and the four men took them and abused them at their will. That night was nothing more than a perverted orgy. As three men took Arabella at once so George forced Jane and Isobel in to a sixty-nine, he walked round the two women their holes his playthings, their mouth to use anytime. No sooner had one woman taken a load then she was being used again, the men were enjoying the complete dominance of the three beautiful women especially Jane, her young body, firm and strong and easily pliable, they took great delight in bending her to take cock after cock, fucking her in many and any position, Edward laughed as he showed her the Art of learning book, pointing out positions she would be forced in to just to satisfy his perverted warped lust. In the morning they realised the house was a mess, after being fed Edward called the group together. After each woman had been forced to wash themselves out they were set a task to clean or wash the house, each man would help apart from Edward who had a few things to prepare for his fathers return the following evening and of course the women would remain naked. As he worked in the office he could hear the work going on around the house and the continues squeals as women were continually interrupted, being forced to their knees or on all fours or on their backs to receive another good fucking. Unable to concentrate, Edward heard Jane come down the stairs, he leapt from his chair and rushed outside just in time to grab Jane and march her back in to the study; Jess came down the stairs looking for her, as he looked in the study he smiled, his eyes saw her trapped in the knee hole of the desk her auburn hair buried in Edwards lap, the slurping sound of a mouth sucking a cock was easily audible; Jess turned and left Edward to his enjoyment. By two the house looked respectable again, more food was ordered, George grinned at the women saying they needed to keep their strength up, it was a long time till morning. They were all in different bedrooms that afternoon until Edward ordered Isobel to meet him in the study; the naked women walked in to the study unaware that Edward was not alone, much to her horror he was accompanied by constable Higgins the constable who had tricked her in to her confession. Edward’s evil grin spread across his face, “Ah dear Ma-mar, you remember constable Higgins, don’t you?” Trying to hide her nakedness she nodded, “Well just to keep everything as we like it, he needs to inspect you because should you wish to upset our little arrangement he will inform his seniors that you offered yourself in a bid to keep the robbery from government ears, understand?” Isobel knew that she was in no position to protest; these last few days had taught her that her stepsons were capable of anything; she again nodded. “Good, now I will leave you two and you will do what ever it takes to send constable Higgins from this house with good thoughts and happy memories,” he walked past her stopping momentarily to say, “And if that means letting him fuck you after you’ve used your mouth on him, so be it.” Edward returned upstairs leaving Isobel to her fate. In the study Higgins moved towards the beautiful women, being a man in his late forties the sight of a naked woman he knew he could do with as he pleased excited him and the fact that she would be little more that a slave to his lust was a bonus. He lay back on the desk and crocked his finger at her, “Come here woman and take my uniform off, wouldn’t do to get anything on it,” meekly Isobel complied with the order until Higgins stood in front of her naked, he smiled at her as he announced, “I have three hours before duty calls, an hour each hole should satisfy,” he lent forward almost touching her face, “For the time being.” Edward and George were being entertained by the lovely Jane, her young body nothing more than a plaything to be twisted and bent to their desires; they had taken pictures from their fathers journals and were forcing Jane to copy some of the positions, fucking her time and time again. Jess and Henry had Arabella, they had deliberately chased her in to the garden herding her to the gazebo and now had her tied they way she had first seen her sister, the spanking of her fine well developed body had not viscous but enough to have her doing the most disgusting things with her tongue and their arse’s, before they tied her legs wide. Jess stuck his cock up her cunt, Henry her arse and they stood their while she pumped her self up and down by her bound wrist’s, threatening a worse spanking if she stopped before they had filled her. The study was filled with the grunts of Higgins, his cock, now hard from using Isobel’s mouth and throat was now thrusting in and out of her cunt; she was bent over the desk, her legs wide, her arms keeping her slightly raised so male hands could squeeze her mounds of flesh and fingers could pull and twist her sore nipples. Her humiliation continued, she was being forced to rotate her arse while her cunt was being pummelled, his hand stung her arse time and time again, a reminder of how much pain he wanted to inflict on her every time she slowed down. After Higgins had finished fucking her cunt she was back down on her knees using her mouth and fingers to make him hard again, as soon as he was, he was happy to lay on the floor while Isobel completed her duties by sinking her arse hole down on his cock and bouncing up and down while he continued his assault on her swollen nipples and he no intentions of stopping until she had made him fill her arse with more of his filth. Isobel staggered back upstairs, her hands over her ears trying to block out the sound of constable Higgins whistling as he climbed on his bike and rode up the drive; her arse stung from the spanking he had given her before he left, she felt the indignity of a lady of her stature having to lay across this supposed man of the law as he spat on her already sore cheeks and then spanked her like a naughty little school girl, not stopping until she blubbered like a baby for him to stop. She sat in an empty room, she could hear the fucking that Jane was getting, she didn’t know that Arabella was being used under the gazebo, suddenly Edward marched in, “You seen to Higgins?” She nodded, “Good now get this hard again,” he aimed his soft cock at her mouth and like the obedient slave she had now become she bent forward, pushed her tongue under the head and sucked it in to her mouth, he patted her on the head, “Well done Ma-mar, I think you and the other two now realised your new found position or should I say positions in life.” The four men enjoyed the rest of the night, new games were tried; hunting became a favourite. Two women locked in a room while the four men hunted the third, riding crops were used to chase the squealing, naked defenceless woman around the house. If the men needed a rest a triangle was the entertainment; the women laid in a triangle each one licking the others cunt, being forced to make each climax, the fun was as one would come she would still have to be licked until the next and so on, the trouble for the women was by the time the last had cum the first would be hot again and the triangle would start all over again, much to the enjoyment of their sadistic voyeurs. And so the night went in to morning. A carriage was called for 9.30 and after a few well-chosen words from Edward, Jane and Arabella where taken to the station. The carriage ride was bumpy and painful to two very sore arses; the train ride only a little better. Stanley was in the drawing room when they arrived back, “Well did you sort those two idle twerps out, whip them in to shape did you?” Arabella said, “Sort off.” Stanley snorted, “Good and your sister, she alright, getting on with the boys?” Arabella took her hat off, “Well that’s what Jane and I want to say, Isobel seems to be learning a lot of new things so we have been talking about this weekend and well, as Desmond is away again in three weeks time we thought we would like to spend another weekend with Isobel, we learned so much this time and as you say, the art of learning is a great experience.” Pagan. A Weekend In The Country Author's note: This story was inspired by the lovely English actress Christina Cole, and her performance in the movie 'Marple: Murder at the Vicarage'. * * * * * Late one Wednesday afternoon during the last week of July, 1952, I was sitting at my desk in my room at Oxford. I was trying to concentrate on an essay that I was writing that was required by Friday, and was far from finished, when my roommate Tony came rushing in. Tony was a rather excitable sort of chap, and something obviously was up. "James, old pal," he said, "what are you doing this weekend?" It was the August Bank Holiday weekend, which of course meant that there were no lectures on Monday. "Well, I hadn't really made any plans," I replied. "Thought I might just go down to London and visit my parents." "What would you say to a weekend in the country?" asked Tony. A weekend in the country, I thought, in what promised to be glorious summer weather. I knew that Tony's parents owned an estate somewhere in Buckinghamshire, although I didn't know exactly where it was. It certainly sounded better than spending three days at my parent's town house in London. "Sounds good!" I replied enthusiastically. "Thing is, old man, I was rather hoping that you could do me a favour," said Tony. "My sister is making her debut on Saturday, and the chap who was supposed to escort her has come down with the measles, or mumps, or something. Anyway, he's in quarantine and can't go to the ball. Tish is frantic. And so I thought that you might be able to help out." Even though we had shared a room at college for two terms, Tony had only mentioned his sister Tish a couple of times. From the way that he had talked about her, I had assumed that she was about fifteen or sixteen. And 'Tish'? I had always meant to ask him what her real name was, but I had never done so. "Your sister?" I said, surprised. "Is she old enough to make her debut?" "Oh yes," said Tony. "She turned eighteen last month. I would accompany her myself, but I'm escorting another girl, one of my distant cousins." I had never been to a Deb ball, so I thought, why not? "I'd be glad to help," I replied. "Thanks awfully, old man," gushed Tony. "I'll go and telephone right now and tell Tish the good news," and he rushed out of the room. I returned to my essay writing, which along with lectures, kept me very busy for the next two days, so I didn't give much thought to the weekend and the ball. But then Friday afternoon arrived, and I managed to hand in my essay on time. With my week's studies behind me, I now had time to think about the weekend ahead. Of course I had no clothes with me that were suitable to wear to a ball, so I had decided to drive down to London that evening, spend the night at my parents' house, and collect my best dress suit. Then I would drive to Bucks the next morning. The weather on Saturday morning was glorious, warm and sunny, and it promised to be a perfect weekend weather-wise. The roof of the MG TF was folded down, as the roof of all sports cars should be, and I basked in the sun as I sped along the main road. I had been working hard at my studies, and for the first time in several weeks I felt completely relaxed. A weekend in the country was just what I needed, I thought. For the first time since Wednesday, when Tony had first asked me to do this, I thought about his sister Tish. Tish? I really must find out her full name, I thought. I had never met her of course, and Tony didn't seem to have a picture of her, so I wondered what she would be like. Then I had a terrible thought – what if she is really unattractive? Tony was hardly what one might call handsome. My enthusiasm started to wane a little. But then I decided, well, it's just a ball, stupid, you're not going to marry the girl! So I felt better then. And besides, Tony would owe me a BIG favour in return. Tony's directions were vague at best, and I became completely lost. About noon I decided that I really needed help, so I stopped at a pub in a delightful little village for lunch and directions. After a delicious lunch, the innkeeper was most obliging with his directions, and about twenty minutes later I arrived at my destination. The estate was impressive! I had no idea what business Tony's father was in, but it obviously paid very well. There was some cleared land but most of it seemed to be the original forest. It was really beautiful. As I drew up on the gravel in front of the house, Tony rushed out to meet me. "There you are at last!" he called. "We were all getting worried. Thought that you might have become lost." "I did get lost!" I said. "Your directions were terrible! Don't ever think of becoming a surveyor." Tony looked aghast at my suggestion. I'm sure that he hadn't the slightest idea of becoming a surveyor. One day I must ask him what he plans to do with his life, I thought. But then I looked at his house, and I suspected that he intended to go into the family business, whatever that was. We went into the house, and I was introduced to Tony's parents, Lord and Lady Ashbury. Another surprise! I realised then that Tony and I don't talk very much, well, not about family anyway. I didn't suppose that he knew much about my parents, either. "Thank you for doing this for Letitia, James" said Lady Ashbury. "She would have been so disappointed if she wasn't able to go to the ball." "It's my pleasure, Lady Ashbury," I replied. So Tish's full name was Letitia! "You'll want to meet Tish," said Tony. "I'll see if I can find her," and he disappeared up the stairs. While he was gone I chatted with his parents who, in spite of their impressive titles, were really very pleasant. Then I heard Tony's voice say, "Found her!" and I looked around. Tony was leading Tish down the stairs. She was wearing slacks and a simple top. Her hair was in curlers, and she had some sort of beauty cream on her cheeks and forehead. "Tish, this is James," said Tony by way of introduction. "James, Tish." Tish stepped forward and gave me a radiant smile. "Lovely to meet you, James," she said in a sweet voice. "Thank you so much for doing this. I promise that I'll look much better tonight than I do now." Tish's eyes sparked as she spoke, and right then I saw past the face cream and hair curlers and realised that she was a truly beautiful woman. "I'm delighted that Tony asked me to do it," I said smiling, "and I think that you look beautiful already." Tish blushed a little at my complement. "Thank you, Sir James," she said. "But now if you will excuse me, I must go and finish preparing for the evening." With another smile she turned and left the room. I knew then that I need not have worried about Tish. In my mind's eye I could see her in her ball gown, and she looked dazzling. I started to look forward to the evening. Tish did not appear for tea, which was served on the terrace, and I chatted with Tony and his parents. Then after tea, Lady Ashbury announced that it was time for her to get ready for the ball. I spent the rest of the afternoon with Tony and Lord Ashbury. They showed me around the estate, with special attention to the stables. Lord Ashbury was apparently well known for breeding champion show horses. I had done a little riding, but I really knew nothing about show horses, or show jumping and the like, so I just tried to be interested and polite. We returned to the house and dressed for the ball. Tony had to leave to pick up the girl whom he was escorting. Then as Lord Ashbury and I waited at the foot of the stairs, Lady Ashbury appeared at the top. She moved aside, and Tish appeared from behind her. Tish was beautiful! Really, really beautiful! Her gown was pale blue, and she wore long matching gloves. Her blond hair was piled high on her head, and finished off with a jewelled tiara. She wore a simple locket around her neck. As she made her way gracefully down the stairs I just stood and stared. "You are so beautiful!" I managed to gasp as she reached the last stair. "Thank you James," she smiled. "Shall we go?" Tish held out her arm for me. I took it and escorted her through the front door to the car waiting outside. At the ball, we were announced as 'Miss Letitia Gordon-Smythe and Mr James Bowden, Earl of Stratford'. Tish looked at me in surprise when the announcement was made. I don't often use my title, but I had decided that it would be appropriate on this occasion. Well, I had thought that it might impress her friends. Apparently it impressed her parents also, as I found out later. The ball was a great success, and I had a lot of fun. Tish of course was very much in demand as a dance partner by the other young men there, but I managed to have a couple of dances with her. I guess that my dancing skills are fair to average, but Tish was an absolute delight to dance with. I did dance with other girls, but my mind the whole time was on Tish. The ball continued until the early hours of the morning, until Lord Ashwood announced that it was time for us to leave. Tish chattered happily the whole time during the drive home, and she smiled at me a lot. Clearly she had had a good time. We all slept late the next morning. There was a bit of a rush to finish breakfast so that we would not be late for Morning Service. I had never attended Services in a country church before that day, and it was an inspiring experience. We returned to the estate, and then we ate luncheon on the terrace in the sunshine. When we had finished eating, Tish excused herself and went into the house. When she reappeared she had changed into white shorts and a little white top. She looked absolutely gorgeous! "Anyone for tennis?" she asked. Tony and I changed into suitable attire, and then we adjourned to the tennis court. As there were only three of us, we had to take turns playing. I delighted in watching Tish play. She was a good player, and she was very competitive, and she easily beat Tony. When it came my turn to play Tish I decided that I would be a gentleman and let her win. I needn't have worried! I was able to put up a better defence than Tony had done, but Tish had no trouble in winning the match. We played tennis until tea was announced. Then after tea, Tish took me aside. "I want to show you something," she whispered. "Shhh! Come with me." She led me around to the back of the house to the stables, and then up a ladder to a loft. "This is my secret place," she confided. "I only bring my special friends here." The room was set up as a potter's workshop. "This is my passion," said Tish. "I just love working with clay." I admired some of the pieces that she had produced. While I was doing this, Tish set up some wet clay on the potter's wheel. "Come and have a go!" she invited. I have to say right up front that I am totally useless at creating anything with my hands, but I tried my best, which as it turned out, wasn't very good. The clay just wouldn't go the way that I wanted it to go. "Let me show you," said Tish. She moved in and stood very close to me. Then she put her hands on mine, and showed me how to shape the clay. I did my best to follow her, but my mind was not on pottery. It was focused completely on the amazing sensation of her hands on mine, mixed with the wet clay. This was the first time that we had actually touched, as at the ball last night Tish had of course worn gloves for the whole evening, and so our hands had not touched. I had held hands romantically with other girls, but I had never experienced these sensations. I suspect that she felt it too, as her breathing quickened and her speech became a little breathless. We stayed like this for a few minutes, quite a few minutes it seemed, and made no visual impact on the piece of clay. The suddenly Tish pulled away. "You're hopeless!" she said, and then we both burst out laughing. "We'd better go back to the house and get cleaned up," she said. And so we did. At dinner that evening, Lord Ashbury announced that he and Tony would have to go up to London tomorrow, even though it was a holiday, as there was some crisis that required the attention of them both. "But please stay for the day, James, if you like," he added. "Thank you, sir, I would like that," I said smiling at Tish, who smiled back at me. "Latitia," said Lady Ashbury, "Perhaps you and James could go for a hike up into the hills tomorrow. It is really beautiful there this time of year. You could take a picnic lunch with you." "That's a wonderful idea, Mummy," enthused Tish. "Want to?" she asked me. "Of course," I said. The next morning everyone was up bright and early. Lord Ashbury and Tony had to leave for London, and Tish and I were keen to get started on our walk. So straight after breakfast we collected our picnic lunch from the kitchen, put it in a couple of backpacks, and set off. We walked to the back of the estate where the hills started. They were quite gentle hills with a well-defined path, and we chatted as we walked up them. Tish knew the way, of course, and after a couple of hours we reached the top of the tallest hill. The view was magnificent, and we both just sat and stared at it for quite some time. Then I started to think about lunch. It was too windy on the hilltop for us to eat there, so I suggested that we go down a little way to have our picnic. "I know just the place!" said Tish. "Follow me!" And she scampered off down the hill. We retraced our steps for about half a mile, and then Tish turned off the path and we walked towards some trees. In the middle of the trees was a small clearing, and a small stream ran through it. It was a perfect place to have our picnic. We were both very hungry after our climb, and so we didn't talk very much while we were eating. Afterwards we were laying on the grass listening to the babbling of the steam when Tish said to me, "James, what are you going to do when you finish at Oxford?" I was a little surprised by her question. "Well, dad wants me to go into his business with him, naturally," I said, "But I would prefer to join the Foreign Office. I rather fancy being a diplomat in some exotic land." "Oh that sounds so exciting!" said Tish. "Will you really do it?" I reflected for a few seconds. "Yes, I think so," I replied thoughtfully. Thinking about my career put other thoughts of my future in my mind. I looked deep into Tish's beautiful eyes and my heart took control of my mind. "And what about you, Tish?" I asked. "Do you think that you would like to be the wife of a diplomat?" Tish moved very close to me. "I think I should like that very much," she whispered, as her lips found mine. A Weekend In The Country We are spending the weekend at your country farm, a remote setting with vast acres of rolling hills, some open meadows, and some wooded areas. A victorian house and large barn stand in a clearing. Tire swings, deep porches, perhaps even a screened in porch area with a bed for those cool evenings that beckon you to stay outside all night watching the fireflies. After a relaxing day together you tell me that you have a surprise for me. You tell me to take off my shoes, my bra and panties. I do this and leave my things on the porch. I stand waiting for your direction. You kiss me deeply and put a blindfold over my eyes. You tell me, "Surrender to me" and as a sign of this I offer my wrists in front of me, pressed together, ready for you to bind them. When you have me ready you lead me outside, slowly controlling my walk down the steps, but as we touch the grass you relax a little on my lead and simple guide me by holding my outstretched hands. I can feel the wet grass under my feet. The breeze is cool against the thin cotton of my sundress with buttons all the way down the front. My nipples are already hard from the cool air and the anticipation. As you lead me you tell me how very important it is for me to be quiet. I can feel a wooden floor under my feet and I imagine we have entered the barn. You position me and I feel your hands under my skirt, caressing my legs from my thighs down to my ankles. As you reach my ankles, you tap my foot, which tells me to lift my foot and allow you to guide my leg. You place my foot into a cuff and I can feel you buckle it tightly. When you do the same with my other foot, I lift it and anticipate how far my legs will be spread, but you continue to move my foot farther over until I'm spread quite wide. Then my other ankle is buckled tightly and my balance waivers a bit. You put your hands on my hips to steady me and kiss me deeply. "Pretty soon, you won't be able to get away from me at all. This is what it means for me to own you . . . everything is under my control, including your pleasure. And tonight I want quite a lot of pleasure." You life my arms over my head and hook the rope over something above me. There I am, stretched out in front of you completely vulnerable. You tell me how beautiful I look and remind me to stay quiet. For a long time you stroke my body, inside and outside of the dress. Touching, fondling, pinching, giving me little licks, bites, and nibbles. Your hands come close to my pussy but never touch me there. Eventually I begin to push my pussy toward you everytime you come close to it. You say in a semi-mocking tone, "Does your pussy want me slave?" "Oh yes, please touch me. Please Sir, I'm so hot for you." Without warning, you push two fingers inside. I am so wet. I begin to gasp and you immediately pull your fingers out and give my thigh a little pinch. "Shhhhhh." You kiss me deeply, grabbing at my body in a way that I have come to love. It feels like you're devouring me, tasting me, sucking on your fingers to taste my wetness, then offering those same fingers to me. I suck on them while you send shivers through me by biting on my neck. You start at the top of my dress. I feel your hands on either side of the neckline. You give the fabric a sharp tug and two buttons pop off. Your mouth envelopes the skin that was just uncovered. Another tug, more buttons fly, and your mouth moves lower. I'm biting my lips to keep silent. Another tug, one hand slips under my skirt and fingers my pussy. Under the blindfold I'm squeezing my eyelids shut, grimacing in order to keep quiet. "Wow, you're quite wet!" When you have opened the dress to my waist you give one last tug and I feel the entire dress rip open. If I had felt vulnerable before, it's nothing to how exposed I feel now. Knowing that you will keep me safe, but not entirely sure where I am, if we are the only ones there, it's all amounting to a perfect "mind fuck." Your fingers slide into my pussy again. When you withdraw them, you replace them with the dildo of the rabbit, sliding in and out. You hold it deep inside of me and align the rabbit ears with my clit then turn on the vibration just enough to extract a moan from me. I want to move more into the feeling but I am unable to move because of the restraints. You can tell how much I want to cum and you remind me not to do it before asking permission. Then you bite my nipple and pull it out from my body, rolling it between your teeth and lips. You ask me if I feel like I could cum. "Yes Sir, can I? Can I please cum?" "Oh, not yet." And with no warning you pull the rabbit out of my pussy. I hear you turn it off. You tell me to be patient, and quiet . . . and you'll be back "in a while." And with that you are gone. You return after I have had what seems like hours to contemplate what you will do to me. I've had the urge to stratch my nose for a while, and i'm trying not to think about bugs that might be crawling or flying near me. I wonder at moments if you haven't left at all but are just seated a few feet away enjoying the sight of me. Then I hear your footsteps and I can feel the wetness start again between my legs - even before you've touched me. I feel your hands lifting the hair off the back of my neck and your lips caressing me. Your hand encircles my neck while the other hand tugs my hair, pulling my head to the side. My nipples peak and i have goosebumps all over my arms. Your deep voice like a caress whispers in my ear, "I'm back." "Welcome back Sir, I've missed you." "I bet you have. Now where were we?" You push a finger back inside my pussy and say, "I think I was right about here, right?" "Mmmmmm, yes Sir." You stand at my side. I can feel your hand spread apart my ass cheeks while a finger slides into my ass. Instinctively I arch my back and push my butt toward you. "You like that?" "Yes Sir, I do." You remove your finger and I feel the small bump of an anal bead slide inside me. You get four or five of the beads inside, and I gasp each time one slides in. Then you move away from me and when you return to my side, once again the rabbit slides inside me. You line up the ears on my clit and turn it on. I jump from the wave of pleasure that pulses through me. You are encouraging me to hold on to my climax, you tell me that my orgasms belong to you and you are not ready for it yet. "There is so much more for you to feel before you can cum. Make me proud." Just as I think I can hold on for a little while longer, you begin popping the anal beads in and out of my ass. The sensations are overwhelming. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. Whether you realize this or not, you take out the rabbit for a minute and I hear the vibrator turned off. The beads are still in my ass and you're standing in front of me - caressing my body, feeling my waist, kissing me, telling me how you feel about me. I'm so happy to be here with you like this, I can feel tears making the blindfold wet. You ask me how I'm doing and I say, "I'm so happy. I will do anything you want. Please use me in anyway you want. Serving you is all I want." "Do you really mean that slave? Are you sure?" "Yes Sir. I am here to serve you. I belong to you." I've barely said the words before I feel a tug at my nipples and I feel you ease the clamp onto my nipple. I gasp from the pain which shoots directly down to my clit, causing me to get even wetter. The chain from the clamps is hanging straight down, pulling on my nipple. You tell me that I can either have one clamp on, with the chain hanging straight down, or I can have two clamps without that extra weight pulling on the one. I'm not able to think clearly enough to really know what's best. "Please clamp my other nipple Sir." "Well okay then." You pull on the other nipple and I feel the bite of the clamp, wondering if I made the right decision. You give the chain a gentle pull which makes me gasp again. Without another word you move back to my side and slide the rabbit back into my pussy. At this point I'm so ready to cum that I tell you I don't think I can hold back much longer. The vibrator is buzzing against my clit, the beads are popping in and out of my ass, I'm trying not to think about the tenderness of my nipples but the more I do, the closer I come to the edge. You lean in close to my ear and say, "Are you close?" "Oh my god, yes. I'm so close." With a smile in your voice you say, "Then do it. Cum for me. Let me have my orgasm." With your permission I feel the waves of pleasure rising. I have an image in my head of what i must look like - splayed out for your pleasure, clamps on my nipples, arms suspended over my head, legs spread wide. I think of how wonderful it feels to trust you this way. The pleasure surges over me and my body begins to shake with the most amazing orgasm I've ever had. The first wave takes over me and i can feel more coming on. While I'm still cumming you remove the clamps and a fresh wave of pain rushes in as the blood returns to my nipples. I'm trying to tell you that I need you to stop, a breather. My legs are shaking and I'm trying to bring my legs together - obviously to no avail. Just when I'm sure I cannot take another minute of the feelings you remove the rabbit. I breathe but before I completely get my breath, I can feel your tongue licking at my clit. "Noooo, please. Oh my god please, no. Fuck." My body starts jerking again as you bring out another climax, popping out the anal beads as I cum again. I'm so exhausted that i barely remember you removing the blindfold, taking my arms down and removing the spreader bar. You hold me and help me back to the house, laying me down on the screen porch's bed. You lay on top of me kissing my face and sliding your dick inside of me. I've been wanting your dick all night and to finally feel you inside is like a sense of relief and comfort to me. I'm telling you over and over again how much I love you. You pull out and tell me to turn over and get on my knees. "I want to feel you cum, just once more. Play with your clit, cum whenever you want." On my knees, I feel your cock feel inside of my ass. I touch my clit, so sensitive. With you thrusting inside of me I can feel the climax building quickly. The last climax exhausts me and I feel you pushing deeper into me. Fucking me so good, like no one else ever has. After you cum, you wrap your arm around my waist and lower us both down to the bed. We fall asleep like that for a few minutes, you on top of me, your dick softening but still in my ass. When we awake, we curl around each other, kissing. I have tears in my eyes as I tell you how very much I love you and how happy I am that you are my Master. A Weekend in the Country Ch. 02 I felt the morning sun shining through the window onto my naked body as I opened my eyes, expecting my new lover to be lying beside me but disappointingly found that side of the bed empty. I hurriedly pulled the robe on that Gayle had given me the previous night and visited the bathroom before making my way down the stairs. I looked all through the house but couldn't find her anywhere. I noticed a kettle on the worktop in the kitchen and touched it to find that it was still hot. There was no sign of a tea or coffee pot so I assumed that she must had made a drink and taken it with her somewhere. I opened the back door and looked down the garden. I saw, sideways on, Gayle dressed in her robe, sitting at a small table with a tray in front of her. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the table where I slipped onto the seat opposite her. As she looked at me with her gorgeous green eyes a troubled smile broke onto her face. I smiled back. "I don't know what to say to you," she said, looking down towards the table with a distinct nervousness in her voice. "I'm so sorry if you are upset about last night. I was so overcome by you that I just couldn't control myself. Please don't be angry with me." I looked at her in silence until she lifted her face and looked at me. "Did you enjoy what we did?" I asked. "Every second of it." She replied. "Had you been planning it very long?" I asked. "I hadn't planned it at all." She replied. "I wanted us to spend the weekend together because I have become so attracted to you, but I hadn't planned on seducing you. I've never done anything like that before. I've never been attracted to another woman, but I fell for you the very first time we met. Then, as I lay in my bed last night I had this overwhelming urge to cuddle you, to hold you in my arms and kiss you. I just couldn't contain myself. I'm sorry." I reached out my hand and placed it onto hers. "I didn't fight you off, did I?" I asked. "No." She replied. "Lets forget about it then, should we?" I asked. "I guess so. I am sorry." "Don't keep saying sorry. Anyway, what's for breakfast?" "Anything you like." She said. "I'm so glad that you said that." I told her. I closed my hand around hers and stood up. I walked around the table, kneeled beside her chair and placed my free hand on the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine. We kissed passionately. I looked at her face and saw a tear trickling down her cheek. I removed it with the tip of my tongue. We kissed again. The sound of her telephone ringing made us break our embrace. She kissed me on the forehead before she stood and then walked to her kitchen. She returned after a minute or two, pulling on a light summery dress. "I'm sorry, I will have to pop out for a short while." She told me, "My old aunt has had a fall. She only lives down the road. I had better go and see that she is alright. I won't be long." She turned and walked towards the gate. She walked a few steps before turning around and said, "Oh, by the way, Sandra who was working behind the bar last night should be dropping in a video that she borrowed. Can you look after her if she comes before I get back?" "Of course I will." I replied. "Help yourself to anything that you want." She said, and was gone. I poured myself a cup of tea from the pot on the table and looked at my surroundings as I sipped it. Although the cottage looked fairly small from the road it was surprisingly spacious and the rear garden looked quite large. I had been staying with my mother for the last few weeks as I had a friend staying on a long holiday with me. As I live in a small one bedroom flat in the centre of town we decided it would be better if we both moved to my mothers house for the duration of her visit. My mother, although she only lives ten minutes drive from my own home, lives in a very large, secluded house with very large gardens. At the first glance Gayle's garden looked almost as big. I decided to take a stroll around. I couldn't believe the size of it. A small gate that at first appeared to be at the bottom of it, in fact led into a big orchard. At the end of this was a very large paddock. I walked back to the house and changed into some light clothes. As I was about to go back down the stairs from my bedroom I heard the doorbell. I opened it to find Sandra standing there with a videocassette in her hand. I explained to her that Gayle had to pop out to visit her aunt and invited her in. I asked if she would like some tea and when she said that she would we went into the kitchen and I made a fresh pot, which we took out into the garden. She kept calling me Honey and after a while I remembered Gayle had called me that when we ordered drinks the previous evening. I realized Sandra must have taken that to be my name. Before I could correct her she asked me how I knew Gayle. I told her that we worked together and she asked if I was attending her course the next week. "Yes." I replied, "We have been attending them together. We have become such good friends and I was delighted when she asked me to stay for the weekend." "Come on then," she said, "spill the beans. Who is this chap who she has taken a shine too? I think that she said his name was Terry. We went out for a drink the other evening and after a few drinks she couldn't stop talking about him. She seems absolutely smitten. I mean, in her position she could almost certainly have the pick of any of the single men who worked for her, so this one must be something special." My heart sank. She has someone else who she fancies', maybe I was just a passing whim. Then it dawned on me. "Are you sure that his name is Terry?" I asked, "I don't think that there is anyone called that on the course. Could his name be Tony by any chance?" "That's it, Tony!" she answered. "I knew it was something short and sweet starting with a 'T'" Then I remembered something else that she said a few moments before. "What did you mean just then, when you said that she could have the pick of the men who worked for her?" I asked. "I'm sure there isn't any shortage of men who wouldn't be willing to sleep with the boss in order to get to the top." She replied. "But of course, Gayle isn't like that as you must well know. She may own the company but I'm sure that she wouldn't abuse her position. If she did it would probably have been that Tony chap who was staying with her this weekend instead of you." 'She owns the company! What the hell was going on?' I thought to myself. I couldn't get my head around this. All these weeks I thought that Gayle was just a fellow employee and now I find that she is the multi-millionaire owner of the whole fucking company! Why hadn't she told me? I couldn't stay. Gayle had deceived me. I now seemed to be just a little plaything. I knew that I had to leave before I did something that I regretted. I had always wondered why I had been chosen to be a part of these courses. Now I thought I had found the reason, something for the boss to play with. I was trying hard to think of a way of getting out of the situation that I had found myself in. How could I leave the cottage without having to explain just why I wanted to leave? Then I had an idea "Did you drive here?" I asked. "Yes, do you want a lift somewhere?" She replied. "Do you think that you could drive me to the station?" I asked. "Of course I will." She replied. "Is there a problem?" "Not as such, it's just something personal that I have only found out about recently." I told her. "I have to go and try to sort things out. I will leave Gayle a note for when she comes back." I went to the bedroom and quickly re-packed my cases then scribbled a quick note to Gayle saying that I couldn't stay any longer. I locked the doors of the house and checked that all of the windows were closed. As we walked to her car, I gave Sandra the key to the front door and asked if she would give it to Gayle when she returned. I had been sitting at the railway station for over half an hour before my train finally came into view. I picked up my cases ready to board when I heard Gayle shouting my name. I turned to see her running down the platform towards me. I walked towards the edge of the platform wishing that the train was closer so I could board before she reached me. I felt so hurt. I felt used. As the train slowed I felt her arm touch mine. I pulled away and kept looking down the platform so that I wouldn't have to face her. "Please leave me alone." I pleaded. Gayle spun me around and I looked her square in the face. She was crying. "Please, please don't get on that train." She said. "Just give me a little time to explain." "What is there to explain?" I asked. "I feel as though I have lost my best friend, I've probably lost the job that I love but worst of all, much the worst of all, I have been duped by the one person I thought that I could trust." Gayle was crying quite heavily now, which started me down the same course. "Just come into the waiting room with me for a few moments, let me try to explain." She said. "If you still feel the same afterwards then you can catch the next train." She took one of my cases from my hand and I followed her to the waiting room. "Sandra told me what she had said to you, about me being the owner of the company." She said as we entered the room. We placed the cases on the floor and sat on one of the long padded benches. "I'm so sorry, so very sorry." She continued. "But I was, and still am, in a no-win situation. The course of your future with the company had already been planned long before I met you, and no matter what the outcome of this conversation, that plan will still be put into force. You have a very bright future ahead of you and I won't do anything to change that." She took a tissue out of her pocket and wiped my eyes before wiping her own. "What do you mean by a no win situation?" I asked. "You're the boss, no matter what happens you can't loose." "You're so wrong." She said, "I can't win. I never could. The original plan was for me to introduce myself to you at our first meeting and to take you into my confidence. I always attend the management courses as one of the contenders. That way I meet the employees as one of them. If they knew who I was most of them would spend the whole of the time trying to either impress me or suck up to me. I need to meet them anonymously on their own ground, to see just how they perform at first hand. Do you understand?" "Yes I see that." I answered, "But why was I going to be treated differently?" "That doesn't matter right now, I'll tell you about that later. Please just believe me when I tell you that this had already been decided before I even met you." She said. "The problem arose the very first time that I set eyes on you, I knew instantly that we were going to get on together. I then decided that I would leave it until the end of the first course before I spoke to you about it. By the end of that first course we had become such great friends that I couldn't tell you." "Why not?" I asked, "Why did you carry on the pretence?" "Because you and I had become so close." She answered. "You had started a close friendship with me, Gayle, as opposed to me as your boss. You wanted to be with me as a person and I wanted to be with you as Toni, a dear friend and not as Toni an employee. If you had known my true identity then that would all have changed. I didn't want it to change. I still want you as Toni my friend, my darling close friend. The reason that I invited to you stay was two fold. Firstly, I wanted to spend some precious time with you as that friend before I reached the second reason, and that was to tell you on Monday night just who I really was." "Do you honestly mean what you say, and that our positions have nothing whatsoever to do with our friendship?" I asked. "Yes." She replied. "I was hoping that our friendship would be able to survive me telling you my secret. I still hope that we can work things out. Please come back to the cottage with me. Let's try and mend those broken bridges." "I will on one condition." I said. "And that is?" She asked. "That you are not my boss until Tuesday when we reach our destination." I answered. "Until then we remain as we were before Sandra let the cat out of the bag. We'll go and sit in your garden and talk things through." "Agreed." She said. We picked up my cases and headed for her car. As we drove back to her cottage I asked how her aunt was and she told me that the fall wasn't serious and that the old lady would be fine. She also said Sandra had been told that I was not aware that she had already sorted the problem that I was about to try and solve, and she was hoping to catch me before I boarded the train. I was still in two minds as to if I had made the right decision. I now knew that she was my boss and wondered if I could put that knowledge to the back of my mind. I didn't think that I could. We pulled up outside the cottage and parked the car behind Sandra's. Taking a case each we made our way to the front door and entered. We put the cases down and I instinctively put my arms around Gayle and we kissed, slowly and nervously at first but it soon turned into a passionate embrace. We took the cases up the stairs and put them into my bedroom. This time Gayle started kissing me and I knew that she had been telling the truth when she had said that she wanted us to be together as ourselves and not as boss and employee. Gayle left me to tidy up and change while she went to find Sandra. She returned a few seconds later. I stood in just my bra and panties when she re-entered. Without saying a word she grabbed my hand and led me out of the room, across the hall and into her bedroom. We headed towards the window on the far side. Gayle pointed to the lawn beside the table that we had sat at just an hour or so before. I couldn't believe my eyes, Sandra was kissing and fondling a young girl who looked all of eighteen. "That's Carol with Sandra." Gayle whispered to me. "She helps me around the house on Saturdays. I didn't realize that Sandra had her eyes on her." "You mean that Sandra is gay?" I asked. "Oh yes, she's gay alright." She answered. "Many a time she has hinted that she wouldn't mind getting me in the sack, but I have always let her know in no uncertain terms that I wasn't interested in that kind of relationship with her. She is a very, very dear friend and has never put any pressure on me." "She doesn't seem to be having to put any pressure on Carol either." I said. "She seems more than a willing partner." "That's another thing," Gayle said, "I never knew that Carol was into girls either. I must admit that she has never mentioned boyfriends but I just put that down to the fact that she wanted to keep her love life personal. She is very chatty and friendly when it comes to anything else." As we looked Carol rolled on her back, her lips still fused with Sandra's. Sandra's hand lifted Carol's short skirt and then slipped inside her panties. Carol lifted her hips to meet it. Gayle moved to be behind me and put her arms around my waist and then slipped them up to my breasts and started to caress them through my bra. I turned around to face her, cupped her face in my hands and kissed her. "Strip!" I ordered as I broke the kiss. I didn't mean it to sound like a command, it's just the way it came out. "Pardon?" she asked. "Get your clothes off, all of them, down to your bare beautiful skin." I said. "I want you naked, and when you've stripped I want you to strip me." She lifted her dress over her head and stood there in just her panties. I put my hands into the top of them and whipped them down unceremoniously. I turned my back to her and said, "Take off the rest of my clothes." She slipped her fingers inside the top of my panties and slipped them down my legs following their course with a series of light, delicate kisses. I felt her hands brushing my back as she attempted to undo the clasp on my bra. Then it was free. I shrugged it off of my shoulders as I felt her hands reach round me and start to caress my small breasts. She moved closer to me and our bodies touched from tip to toe, her breasts pressed against my back. She reached down with one hand and started to caress my already wet pussy. She lifted her chin onto my shoulder as she continued to caress me and we again looked out of the window. Both Sandra and Carol were still fully clothed but were all over each other. We watched as Sandra pulled Carol's tee shirt over her head and started kissing her breasts through her bra. Carol lifted Sandra's face away from her chest and back towards her own face and they again embraced into a deep, passionate kiss. The sight of the two beautiful girls making out in the sunshine before our very eyes was making me really horny. Gayle constantly playing with my pussy did nothing to quell those feelings. "Is it turning you on?" I asked Gayle. "Unbelievably so." She answered. "I've never seen anything like it. Sandra must know that it wouldn't be very long before I returned from the railway station. She doesn't seem to care if they are caught. She obviously didn't hear us drive up. Oh fuck, look at them now!" We looked as they both went into a kneeling position facing each other. Carol grabbed the bottom of Sandra's tee shirt and removed it over her head, revealing a full pair of breasts that seemed to be struggling to burst out from the bra that was denying them their freedom. Both girls had long black hair, Sandra's was flowing loose whilst Carol's was tied back into a ponytail. Sandra reached behind Carol's back and released her bra, removing it in a split second. She immediately put her mouth around one of Carol's breasts and started to play with it with her tongue while rubbing her other nipple between her thumb and fingers. Carol released the clasp of Sandra's bra and her ample breasts burst out. We could see that her bright pink nipples were very swollen. Carol started caressing Sandra's breasts. Sandra then undid the button on the waistband of Carol's skirt and slid the zipper down, allowing the garment to fall to her knees. Carol was left wearing just a pair of skimpy panties. She wasn't wearing them for many seconds before Sandra pushed them downwards, Carol stood as she did so. We had a clear view of the naked Carol. She was very slim with almost non-existent breasts, her large light brown aureoles tipped with slightly darker very erect nipples. Carol reached for the buckle of the belt that ran around Sandra's waist and fumbled as she tried to release it. Sandra gently put her hands on Carol's and undid it for her. Carol undid the button on Sandra's jeans and slipped the zipper down. They both stood and Carol pushed the jeans and panties to the ground and Sandra stepped out of them. They were both now completely naked. The morning sun made their bodies shine as they again embraced in a sensual kiss. Carol pulled Sandra to the floor. Carol lay flat on her back and then spread her legs as wide as I have ever seen. Her crotch had a covering of very fine hair and her pussy was gaping. Sandra sat at her waist and opened her own legs. She had a thatch of thick black hair, parted by two very pink lips. Carol reached over Sandra's thigh and started to caress her pussy. Sandra sucked on her own fingers before gently sliding them inside Carol. It appeared from where we were watching that she had slipped all four fingers of one hand inside her young lover. Carol arched her back to meet the thrusts. Gayle pulled me onto her bed and we kissed frantically. The episode on the lawn outside that we had been watching had made us booth as horny as hell. A Weekend in the Country Ch. 02 "Fuck the romance," Gayle panted, "I want your cunt on my face." I turned around and straddled Gayle's body. My pussy was soaking. I parted her knees as far as I could and plunged my face into her crotch. She seemed as wet as I was and tasted fantastic. As I worked away at her I felt her tongue go to work on my pussy. We were both in heaven. We were so worked up that we both came much sooner than we would have wished, but it was still fantastic sex. I collapsed on top of Gayle and then rolled off. I turned around on the bed and we kissed frantically, not the tiniest part of her mouth was left unexplored by my tongue. I lay beside her and ran my fingers over her short red hair. I looked into those green eyes and said, "I love you." "I love you too." She replied. We kissed again. "Do you really mean it, that you love me?" I asked. "I want you to stay with me forever." She replied. "Honestly?" "Honestly. If you had left on that train, I don't know what I would have done. I've fallen in love with you so deeply that I don't think that I could survive without you." "That poses a problem then." I said. "What problem?" She asked. Before I could answer we heard someone trying to open the back door. We both slipped off of the bed and looked out of the window. We couldn't see either of the girls and decided that it must have been them trying to open back door. Their clothes still lay in two untidy piles on the lawn. "Sandra must have accidentally dropped the latch as she went into the garden." Gayle whispered, "They must be locked out." We hid behind the curtains, Gayle standing in front of me. I reached around her waist and slipped a hand onto her pussy. She was still soaking wet and her knees bent slightly as I made contact. The girls then came into view and were looking at the windows. We were safe from their gaze. Carol took Sandra by the hand and led her towards the gate at the bottom of the garden. They were both still totally naked. As they passed through the gate Gayle turned to me and asked, "Should we have a little fun?" "What do you mean?" I asked. "Come on." She said as she took my hand in hers and led me down the stairs. We passed through the house to the kitchen and she moved the curtain slightly to allow her to see if it was all clear. She opened a drawer under the table and removed a small padlock. "When I open the back door I want you to quietly make for the back gate and slip this padlock through the clasp." She said, "And make sure that it clicks locked." "What are you going to do when I'm risking life and limb, not to mention chancing being caught without a stitch of clothing on?" I asked. "I, my little beauty, am going to race down the garden and pick up all of their clothes." She answered, "And on our safe return to the house, we will quietly lock the door again before making our way back to my bedroom where we can watch the rest of the mornings entertainment." "Why lock the back gate? I asked. "Surely neither of them would want to walk down the street naked." "Ah, but there is a backdoor key hidden in the front garden, just the other side of the gate." She replied. "There is no way either of them will be able to get to it if the gate is locked." Gayle silently unlocked and opened the door and we both ran, if that is the right word to describe two naked women trying to run tiptoe. At first I had problems trying to get the lock through the clasp but after a few seconds it clicked into place. I turned to make my way back only to see Gayle trying to pick up some of the clothes that she had dropped. I ran past her and picked up the fallen garments before heading back to the kitchen. As I passed through the door Gayle closed it behind me and locked it. We took the clothes through to the lounge and folded them up and placed them on a table. Gayle picked up Carol's panties. They were lacy and very skimpy. "They're soaked around the crotch." She said, and then lifted them to her nose. "Very nice perfume." She continued, "See if you can find Sandra's." I lifted Sandra's jeans from the pile and removed her panties from inside. They weren't as skimpy as Carol's but were just as wet. I followed Gayle's lead and lifted them to my face. They smelled terrific, pure, raw sex. I walked to Gayle and held them up to her and she did the same with Carol's. As we closed together we both caught the scent of two pairs of pussy-damped panties. We kissed deeply and as we did so I reached down to Gayle's pussy and ran the damp patch along her wet slit. She did the same to me. We kissed for a few minutes before putting the panties back on the pile and headed back up the stairs to Gayle's bedroom. We looked out of the window for several minutes before the two lovers emerged through the gate. They were holding hands and kept stopping every few steps to kiss and caress. As they walked towards where their clothes should have been the true beauty of the two young bodies became ever more obvious. "Do you wish now that you hadn't turned away Sandra's advances?" I asked. "No. She is beautiful, and it really turns me on seeing her and Carol like that, but you are the only one that I want." She answered. "Mind you, I think that we could be in for an unexpected day of fun." "Me too." I added. "I wouldn't mind seeing Carol a little close up. There is something about her tiny body that really turns me on. I'd love to make love to you while they watched." "Would you like to have sex with Carol?" she asked. "I'm a one woman girl," I answered, "and that woman is you. I still wouldn't mind being closer to the girls though. Watching them make love is such an incredible turn on." "So you wouldn't like to kiss Carol's pussy then?" "Why, would you like me too?" "I think that would turn me on even more, watching your tongue working its way around such a sweet little hole. But you're mine, I don't want to share you with anyone." We looked out of the window again. The girls were looking everywhere for their clothes. They walked back towards the door. "Come on," Gayle said, "Let's go and get dressed, then we can have some fun." "Why get dressed?" I asked. "We don't want them to know that we are lovers." She answered. "Let's string them along for a while." "Why don't we each just pull on a dress?" I suggested. "It will give the appearance that we are fully dressed, but of course we will know different." "That sounds like a brilliant idea." She answered. "We'll bring their clothes upstairs and hide them, put dresses on and then, when they are away from the backdoor we will unlock it before we slip out of the front door. If we stand by the gate we will be able to hear them when they enter the house. Then we can go in the front door as if we have just arrived." We both giggled like a pair of schoolgirls and then put our plan into action. Within a few minutes we were standing by the gate that led into the back garden. We could hear Sandra and Carol talking by the backdoor but couldn't understand what they were saying. Then we heard one of them open the door. We ran around to the front, waited for a few seconds and then entered. The timing couldn't have been better. As we stepped into the hallway Sandra and Carol were standing at the other end, just a few feet away. They instinctively put their arms around each other to try and cover their nakedness. "Just what the hell is going on here?" Gayle shouted at them. "I leave the house for a while and come back to find my best friend and my cleaner running around my house stark fucking naked. Go and get your fucking clothes on." She really did sound angry, she should be an actress I thought. "Oh we are so sorry." Sandra said, "We didn't mean to be like this." "It's no use being sorry, the damage is already done." Gayle replied. "Just go and get dressed and we will discuss this when you are decent." "We can't." Carol said rather quietly, obviously a little upset. "And why the fuck not?" Asked Gayle, leaving them oblivious to the fact that it was we who were actually responsible for their current plight. "Because we can't find them." Carol replied. "What do you mean you can't find them?" asked Gayle. "Are you trying to tell me that you have removed all of your garments and can't remember where you have put them? I'm afraid I find that rather difficult to believe." Her acting was getting even better. "No, not that," Sandra answered, "We know where we put them, but they aren't there now. We don't know what has happened to them, they have just simply disappeared." By this time we had all manoeuvred into the lounge. I was mesmerised by their naked bodies. Carol looked gorgeous, her tiny body almost dwarfed by the well exercised torso of Sandra. "Why, if I may be as bold as to ask, did you remove your clothes in the first place?" Gayle asked them. There was silence. "Well, if you can't find your clothes, you will just have to stay naked until you do." She continued. "Can't we borrow some of yours?" Carol asked. "No you fucking well can't." Gayle snapped back. "If you can't find your own then you will just have to keep on looking. Anyway, you still haven't told us why you took them off." Again there was silence. "I'm still waiting for an explanation." She continued. "We, . . . .We thought that as it was such a nice day we would do a little sunbathing and as we didn't have any swimming costumes with us we thought that we would do it in just our bras and panties." Carol answered. "Then, we thought that we would try it nude, just for a laugh. We went for a walk down the garden and when we returned our clothes had gone. We don't know what happened to them." "Well you had better go back into the garden and have another look then." Gayle told them. "They can't have gone far. We'll come and help you look in a minute." They left the room and headed for the garden. After a few seconds both Gayle and I burst out laughing. Gayle came over to me and put an arm around me and kissed my lips while slipping a hand under my dress and then started caressing my soaked pussy. "Seeing them standing there naked has made me really horny." She told me. "I can't wait to get this dress off of you. Are you still up for a laugh?" "Sure I am." I replied, just before pressing my tongue into her mouth. We kissed for a minute or more before Gayle took my hand and led me out of the house into the garden. Sandra and Carol were sitting on the lawn beside the table, both of them soaking up the sun. They were both facing us and Carol had her legs slightly open giving us an unbroken view of her delicious pussy. Neither of them seemed even slightly shy of us seeing their bodies, totally different from just a few minutes before. "Would you two like a cool drink?" Gayle asked them, in a much more friendly sounding voice. They both said yes and Gayle asked Carol to fetch the large pitcher of lemonade from the refrigerator along with some tumblers from the cupboard in the kitchen. As she went from our view, Gayle turned to Sandra and asked her what they had really been doing in the garden, naked. "What do you think?" she replied, "We were making love. We were fucking and we were enjoying it." "Have you been lovers for long?" Gayle asked to which Sandra replied that they had been together for about six months. Sandra was laying on her back, resting on her elbows, her legs together and with her feet crossed. Her ample breasts with their pointing nipples were firm with no sign of any drooping. "Lay on your back." Gayle told her. "Why?" she replied. "Just do it." Gayle requested. Sandra did as she was told with no hesitation. "Now, uncross your feet," Sandra did so. "Lift your knees up," Sandra lifted them slightly, but kept her feet together. "Lift them higher than that." Gayle told her and she did. "Now, move your feet apart, no, a little further than that, that's better. Now drop your knees down and open those legs nice and wide. Wider than that. That's better. Keep like that." Gayle turned to me and asked, "What do you think of the view now, Toni?" "Toni!" Sandra gasped. The penny had dropped. "I think that the view is wonderful." I answered. "It could be a little better; we could have two gorgeous pussies to look at." "I think that can be arranged." Gayle answered. Sandra's wet, pink pussy lips parted her lush well-trimmed jet black bush. She was obviously very excited. We heard Carol returning with a tray, the tumblers clinking together as she walked. She never said a word as she placed the tray onto the table. She was so close to me that I could have touched her. She was wearing a very delicate perfume, the scent carried to my nostrils by the very light breeze. She looked at me and smiled. She had big brown eyes and the warmest of smiles. She now seemed oblivious to the fact that she was standing naked in front of us. My eyes slowly scanned her entire body as she carefully filled the tumblers with the cool drink. I looked over to Gayle and she smiled at me before licking her lips as she moved her eyes towards Carol. Her pubic hair was so fine that it was almost transparent, slightly matted by the dampness exuding from her pussy. I looked down at Sandra and noticed that she had put a hand onto her own pussy. She had turned her head slightly and seemed to be looking in the direction of Gayle. As I followed her line of sight I noticed that Gayle was sitting with her legs slightly apart. Sandra must have had an unbroken view up Gayle's legs to her bare, bald pussy. Carol set two of the tumblers of drink onto the table and then went and sat beside Sandra, taking the remaining two with her. She sat beside Sandra and passed one to her. Carol took a sip of drink before looking in our direction and said, "You know, don't you? You know about Sandra and me." "Yes we do." Gayle replied. "We know all about you." "Are you really angry with us?" she asked. "We'll see." Was Gayle's reply. "Now, I want you to put your drink down and lay on your back beside Sandra, and Sandra, I want you to go back into the position that you were in before Carol came back with the drinks." They did as they were told. I couldn't understand why they were following Gayle's instructions without any argument or question. Gayle turned to me and whispered, "It's your turn to give instructions. Here's your chance to get a nice look at that sweet little pussy of Carol's" Before I could say anything Gayle said, "Sandra, you had your legs spread much wider than that, now open them like you did before." Sandra again did as she was told. "That's much, much better." Gayle told her. "Now, I want both of you to close your eyes, and keep them closed." I just looked at the nymph like form of Carol, laying there naked in the sun before me, her legs tightly together, her breasts almost totally flat with only her erect nipples protruding from her upper body. "Go on, tell her what you want her to do." Gayle whispered. I cleared my throat. "Carol, slide your feet up to your bottom." I said, and she did. "Now move them out side ways as far as you can get them, let the sun warm your pussy." She followed my instructions, and slipped her hand into Sandra's. They held each other's hand like only lovers can. Carol's pussy was divine. She, like Sandra, was obviously very sexually excited. Gayle and I sat there looking at the two exposed pussies for what seemed like ages. She looked at me, and I looked at her. She started to silently lift her dress off and I followed her lead. Within seconds we both sat there as naked as our two 'slaves'. The sight of those two exquisite naked bodies, together with my own nakedness was making me extremely horny and I was certain that Gayle was having a similar experience. "Keep your eyes firmly closed." I told them. "Not a peep." "What are you going to do to us?" Carol asked, rather worryingly. "Nothing, absolutely nothing." I promised. I gestured to Gayle that I wanted to move the table. We stood up and took one side of it each and lifted it before moving it to the side of the patio, careful not to upset anything that was on it. I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply. She responded, caressing my ass as she did so. We removed the two spare chairs and put them with the table before putting the ones that we had been sitting on side by side, facing the girls on the grass with nothing between us. We sat on the chairs and we both opened our own legs wide. I held Gayle's hand before leaning over to her to plant another kiss on her lips. "Tell me honestly," I whispered, "I know that you do truly love me, but do you want to play with Sandra's pussy?" "Only if I doesn't alter anything between us." She replied. "I'd love to play with her whole body, it's fabulous." I looked down at her pussy. It was soaked. I slipped my hand down and gave it a gentle caress. She closed her eyes, arched her back and lifted her ass to meet it. I whispered into her ear that it wouldn't alter anything between us at all and said that no matter what happened it was her that I loved. I removed my hand and as she watched I placed it onto my own pussy and rubbed it gently, mixing our juices before I raised it to my mouth and sucked two of my fingers. I offered her the other two and she eagerly wrapped her lips around them and sucked on them like a baby sucking a nipple for food. I decided that I was feeling so horny that I would have to do something before I burst. I just couldn't keep my eyes from probing the two delicious pussies that were presenting themselves to our gaze. I gestured to Gayle and we both slipped slightly forward in our seats and opened our legs as far as they would go. "Sandra, stay just as you are, with your eyes still tightly closed." I ordered. "Carol, keep your eyes closed but let go of Sandra's hand and sit up." Again she did exactly as she was told. "Now, don't say anything at all, just open your eyes." As she did so her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged. Her stare was firmly fixed on Gayle's bald, wet pussy. "Stand up and come over here." I told her. She complied. Then I thought that I would be a little bold. As Carol walked the few steps toward us I said, "Gayle, I want you to take Carols place and lay beside Sandra." "Pardon!" she said, "But she's naked. She hasn't got any clothes on." Sandra was obviously still oblivious to the fact that we too were now naked. "Do as I say." I ordered her, "I'm in fucking charge, and you will do everything that I tell you to." She looked at me and gave me a wicked smile. "Carol, come and sit here with me." I said. She moved toward the chair that Gayle had just left and I took her hand. "No, come and sit on my lap." I whispered She sat on my left leg, her own legs hanging, firmly closed between mine, and put her arm around my shoulders. We watched as Gayle lay beside Sandra, placing her hand on hers. Gayle spread her legs wide giving Carol and myself a wonderful view of her pussy. I whispered to Carol, "Do you like what you see?" She whispered back that she had never seen a shaved pussy before. I asked her if she liked it and she replied that she found it a really sexy turn on. "I never knew that Miss. Thompson had such a sexy body." She continued, "She is one hot lady." I put my hand onto Carol's leg and gently brushed it up and down, she relaxed slightly, so I continued. "Do you like my body?" I asked. "Mmmm, you're very sexy too." She replied. Her pert little bottom sitting on my thigh was driving me crazy. Less than a day before I had never had any experience with another woman, and here I was now with a gorgeous naked young girl sitting on my lap, with my naked lover right before my very eyes laying on the ground beside her nude best friend, planning goodness knows what. A Weekend in the Country Ch. 02 I felt a lump in my throat as I asked Carol if she wanted to touch me. She brushed her fingers over one of my nipples. I thought that I was going to come instantly, her touch was electric. We watched as Gayle lifted Sandra's hand high and over her leg. She placed it onto her wet, shaved pussy. Sandra shot up the second contact was made, only for Gayle to push her down again. She held Sandra's hand in place and used it to caress herself. She removed her own hand but Sandra continued with the caressing action. Gayle reached over to Sandra's crotch and gently made contact with her target, slipping a finger inside the well lubricated hole. Sandra let out deep moan as she shifted her ass slightly to try and push Gayle's finger in deeper. I looked up to Carol's face, my palm still caressing her leg. I slowly slid my hand to her inner thigh and she opened her legs in welcome. I looked down and she opened them even more, moving her hand from my breast to my pussy as she did so. I could see her clit peeping out of its hood. Her pussy was dripping as she shifted her position, opening her legs even wider. I placed my hand on her pussy and started caressing it in gentle circular motion and put my mouth to her breast. Her chest was almost flat but I opened my mouth wide and sucked the flesh around her nipple into my mouth. My tongue was wildly thrashing around her nipple, I could feel it swelling and hardening. I didn't know what Gayle and Sandra were doing to each other. All I could hear was a series of loud, deep moans. I was starting to caress Carol's clit when I felt her slip a finger or two into my own aching pussy. I shuddered uncontrollably as they entered. I wanted to get my mouth on her pussy. I took my hand away from her crotch and slipped it under her legs, my mouth still working away at her breast. I pressed her legs together and she removed her hand from my pussy. I stood up and carried her to the lawn where I gently lay her on the ground beside the other two. Sandra was on her knees with her face buried deep into Gayle's crotch. Her tongue swirling around the bald flesh, licking and lapping as if there was no tomorrow. I leaned over and gave Gayle a deep passionate kiss, whispering "I love you" as I broke away. She looked at me and smiled, "I love you too." She mouthed, before dropping her head back and closing her eyes. I slipped back over to Carol, lifted her knees and spread her legs. "I want my face on your cunt." I said to her "Only if you straddle me so that I can have your cunt as well." She replied. "No, you straddle me." I told her. Without hesitation she got up and as I lay on my back she put a knee either side of my head, reached down and spread my legs wide. Before I knew what what was happening I felt her tongue lapping at my clit. My whole lower body involuntarily lifted from the floor, forcing her face harder into my crotch. I placed my hands onto her ass cheeks, gently parted them and kissed her little asshole. My tongue made its way down to her pussy and I lapped and sucked at the soaked, pink flesh. I lifted a hand and slid a finger inside her, making her let out a deep moan. I slid another finger in, then another, then another. She was only a small girl but there was plenty of room for them all. All four fingers were working away and I used my thumb to caress her clit. Deeper and deeper my fingers probed, she pressed herself harder onto my hand as she expertly played with my pussy with her mouth. I removed my fingers, cupped my whole hand and slowly, carefully re-entered her. Again she pressed herself onto me as my whole hand slowly slipped inside her. I lifted my other hand and caressed her clit between a finger and thumb. She was gasping for breath and took her face away from my pussy and lay her face onto the soft grass. She opened her legs a little wider and pressed her body further onto my hand. It slipped further into her pussy. I continued caressing her clit and then lifted my face to her sweet little asshole. I closed my eyes as I lapped at it with my tongue and she responded by pushing even harder onto my hand. My whole wrist slipped effortlessly inside her and she started rocking backward and forward, backward and forward fucking herself on my hand. Two hands gently slipped between Carol and myself and lifted her upper body away from me, I could feel them carefully caressing her breasts before they lifted her to an upright position. Her whole body shifted forward and she was now moving herself up and down my hand. I opened my eyes to see a pussy surrounded by a thick thatch of black hair being slowly lowered over my face. Just before it was in reach of my tongue I felt two hands lifting my legs further apart. Thumbs then parted my pussy lips and a mouth that I instantly knew belonged to Gayle, my wonderful lover, started magic movements all over my pussy. I was flat on my back with my hand inside Carol's pussy and my mouth eagerly working it's way at Sandra's while she had her arms around Carol gently caressing her breasts. Gayle lay with her head between my legs, working on my pussy with her mouth and her hands. Carol jerked upwards and plunged down onto my hand for one final thrust as she violently climaxed, her pussy tightly gripping my inserted hand. This brought me to a climax and my pussy pressed hard into Gayle's face. Sandra took one hand from Carol's chest and frantically played with her own clit before falling forward onto Carol's back, her pussy juices ejaculating into my mouth. Carol and Sandra rolled off of me and as they did so I could see Gayle turn over onto her back and plunge her hands onto her pussy. She didn't want to be the only one who didn't come! I dragged myself towards her and replaced one of her hands with one of mine. As we together tried to bring her to a climax I clamped my lips to hers. Unable to breathe through her mouth, her nostrils flared as her hips rose, trying to take in more oxygen. She broke our kiss and let out a long, loud moan as her hips crashed back to the ground, her legs coming together, clamping our hands firmly on her pussy. We lay beside each other cuddling and kissing, both exhausted by the previous half hours events. We both sat up to find Sandra and Carol in a passionate clinch. We watched them for a minute or so until they stopped kissing. Sandra looked over to Gayle and said, "Can we have our clothes back now?" I was surprised by Gayle's answer when she said, "Fuck off, no fucking way. You won't be getting them back at least until the morning!"