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Trigynia 01

By: LadySappho69



Ruby and The Rector's Wife

Ruby Herrington was a happy, contented lady. She did not think of herself as lucky - she and her husband, Dominic, had worked hard to achieve all they had - but she knew well enough that many others would work equally hard and never realize their dreams. In fact, this understanding was a central driver in her and Dominic's life. He had supported himself through five years at Med School, slogged his way through two years of 80 hour weeks as a Junior, followed by a further two years as a locum, before finding the backing to set up his own practice with two friends. She had worked equally hard to qualify and practice as a teacher while taking on virtually all the challenges that come with bring up twin girls. None of these life moments had seemed like a trial to either of them - on the contrary, they were both full of fiery ambition to do some good in the world.

Now, aged 48, her daughters both through university and into careers of their own, Ruby had found a delicious, delightful and joyful reason to feel blessed by the gods. Her fourteenth year as Headmistress of St Cecilia's Primary School had begun with some bad news - one of her most gifted teachers resigned to follow her husband to a new job in Seattle. Making a good appointment in September is notoriously difficult, yet whether she owed it to good luck, good judgment or fate, Ruby found the absolutely perfect replacement. Just returned from two years in Australia came Cristabel Pozzi.

From the moment Cristabel walked into her office Ruby knew she was just ideal for St Cecilia's. There was something about her that seemed to shine, seemed to fill the space around her with a priceless combination of levity and seriousness. She had presence. She was also breathtakingly beautiful. Her Italian heritage was clear in her dark eyes, lustrous hair and olive skin, whilst from her English mother she had inherited fabulously high cheekbones, pouting lips, a pretty little nose, a perfect figure and what can only be described as an aristocratic demeanour. Ruby appointed her there and then. 

By the end of Cristabel's first week it was as though she had been at the school for years. Her class adored her and - as Ruby noted through several observed lessons in that first week - responded with their fullest attention and commitment. So did the staff. Like so many English primary schools, all the teachers and support staff were women. Supportive of each other though we women always are, it is sometimes hard to resist the call of jealousy when first joined by someone younger, prettier and, frankly, classier than oneself - and everyone else. Not so with Cristabel. She was, as people would term it, quite public school in her accent and mannerisms - but that was a fact, not an attitude. Yes, she was the daughter of Italian Count and an English Lady, so what - she was also touchingly modest and unaffected ... and funny ... and a serious, dedicated and excellent teacher. All of which made her someone it just felt good to have around the place. Similarly so, the parents - the few men who regularly came to collect their children were soon joined by others, suggesting parents' evening later in the term would be a sell-out. Equally, the mothers quickly took to her - not because of or even despite her looks and poise, but - simply because she was so obviously dedicated to helping their children learn and achieve. 

The mere fact of having Cristabel in and around the school added to Ruby's contentment, but it was something else that made her feel the touch of a divine presence. That very first meeting with the beautiful young woman had aroused in her feelings so unusual that it took her a while to recognize and understand them for what they were. As a friend, confidant or simply as a caring acquaintance, Ruby had loved many women. She had admired many for their beauty, acknowledged the glamorous magnetism of some, the charm of others and the animal power to arouse lust in a few. She had never found it the least awkward or unconventional to admit to finding some women physically attractive. But, until she met Cristabel, she had never imagined being sexually aroused by another woman.

It actually took Ruby over a week to realize that the strangely warm yet troublesome feeling she had every time she thought of Cristabel was desire; and another couple of weeks to accept it. Initially, she tried to convince herself that what she felt was admiration. She felt an inner glow when watching a skilled teacher teach and she was always happier with vivacious people around - they made her feel all the more at ease with the world. She was also confidant enough of her own attractiveness to feel positive and self-assured in the presence of beauty. 

So, she did not instantly connect her detailed appreciation of Cristabel's sensual sexiness with a heightened sense of her own sexuality. Whilst she had never been one for the most risqué of underwear she did pamper herself with exquisite silk and lace bras, knickers and stockings, to compensate for the professional restraint of the simple suits and dresses she wore to school. Admiring herself semi-nude had long been an innocent, if slightly immodest, morning ritual. There was therefore, to begin with at least, no reason why she should connect the subtly increasing pleasure she found in dressing each morning with the feelings she experienced being around Cristabel. Until, one morning, absentmindedly caressing her breasts while trying to decide between two bras, she found herself wondering how the young woman's nipples might compare to hers. 

Even then the significance of that thought did not strike Ruby straightaway. Standing in front of a full-size mirror in nothing but a pair of lace front panties, she caressed her breasts and nipples lovingly for a moment while daydreaming about the glimpse she had caught the day before of Cristabel's breasts. She had entered class near the end of a lesson to find her new recruit kneeling on the floor, surrounded by attentive seven year-olds captivated by her telling and acting of the Jungle Book. All, save Ruby, had been completely oblivious to the fact that the top three buttons of the young teacher's blouse had come undone. Smiling encouragingly, as if in appreciation of the lesson, her eyes had been captivated by the perfect roundness of Miss Pozzi's bosom, caressed by a navy-blue satin bra.

Closing her eyes in the privacy of her bedroom, Ruby's daydream drifted into fantasy. Caressing her breasts with greater urgency she imagined herself in the classroom with Cristabel. As the children leave the room her most beautiful member of staff smiles at her sweetly and, with her eyes slightly lowered to accept her dominance, unfastens the remaining buttons of her blouse. Smiling, with her Headmistress' eyes upon her, Cristabel slips her blouse and the straps of her bra off her shoulders. As the fantasy took hold, as Ruby imagined the seductive lines of Cristabel's shoulders and the soft magnificence of her breasts, she squeezed and caressed her bosom urgently, excitedly. It felt so deliciously decadent to be naked - but for a pair of gossamer thin lace panties - in front of Cristabel. 

Slowly at first Ruby stroked and pleased her nipples for the young woman to watch, but quickly her desire turned to unquenchable lust. Panting now, she hurriedly slipped a hand from her bosom to her pussy, stroking herself tantalizingly through the delicate lace for a moment before rushing her fingers inside to feel the trembling eagerness of her plump labia, the warm stickiness of her soft vulva. 

With sudden self-awareness and embarrassment Ruby opened her eyes, pulled her hands from her body and rushed to the bathroom to cool her face and her passion. 

The rest of the day had been a trial, a torment. She felt anxious and disturbed by the depth of arousal that had taken such a hold of her, and tongue-tied and uneasy every time she saw its inspiration. Unable to concentrate properly, she had let the day pass her by and left early, her mind all the more troubled by the simple fact that none of the trial and torment she had suffered had actually lessened the attraction she felt for Cristabel. Rather, what worried her - frightened her even - was the realization that, with each passing hour, the longing she had to make herself come while thinking of the young woman grew stronger. She did not - could not - understand where that feeling had come from. Never had she ever previously imagined herself making physical love with another woman. Not because she thought of lesbian love as in any way wrong or abhorrent. On the contrary, she had never doubted the beauty in such love, just her desire for it. Now, suddenly, without warning or expectation, she could no longer ignore the fact that her feelings for Cristabel were both Sapphic and physical.

She didn't want to go straight home and there was no-one she felt she could trust enough to discuss such intimate thoughts. She had plenty of friends, some of whom she had known virtually all her life. Good, close and supportive friends, all of whom, she felt sure, would be shocked speechless by a confession of lesbian infatuation with a woman a little more than half her age. She drove out of town to one of her favourite places - a desolate lookout spot with views across the South Downs in one direction, out towards France in the other. There, with a warm autumnal breeze rolling in from the sea, she sat alone on a bench and tried to rationalize her situation. After an hour, during which her thoughts had been routinely interrupted by an inescapable longing to explore a fantasy of caressing and being caressed by Cristabel, she accepted the plain simplicity of her situation. No matter that she could not explain why, the fact was she was deeply and sexually attracted to Miss Pozzi. That simple admission was a release. In accepting the existence of such a longing she recognized that it need not lessen any of her other desires. There was no reason why her feelings for Cristabel should weaken her love for Dominic, or her daughters, or her close friends; nor need it reduce her commitment to the school; nor diminish her determination to achieve her many ambitions. The unexpected desire she felt for Cristabel could be, she rejoiced, an addition to her life, not a replacement of any part of it.

Her challenge was how to live with that addition. The more she thought of it, the more she felt she would have to do so alone. After reaffirming her intuition about the impossibility of discussing her feelings with her closest friends, she pondered whether she could share them with Cristabel, quickly accepting that this would be as if to blame the beautiful young woman for innocently bringing out a previously dormant passion. This reasoning also acted as a release. If she could neither turn off the lesbian longing burning inside her, nor share it with the woman she desired, then she would have to find physical and emotional satisfaction alone. Instantly, she felt liberated and intensely aroused - she felt a wanton urge to make love to herself, with Cristabel in her mind, as soon as possible, perhaps even right there and then. She looked around hurriedly to confirm that she was indeed completely alone. Then a renewed sense of calm eased her mind. She wanted to savour, not rush and crush her newly discovered love, she wanted to explore every emotion, realize every sensuous possibility.

She walked back to her car and drove home, her spirits lightened further as she remembered that Dominic had a PCT meeting that evening, meaning she would be alone till well after nine. It was a little after six thirty when she parked up. With a knowing assurance as to her destiny she calmly hit the button to close the garage door, sorted the alarm as she opened the front door, walked through to the kitchen, poured herself a large glass of chilled white wine, walked back through the hall and upstairs to her bedroom. She took a sip of the cool, dry wine, placed the glass down and looked at herself in the mirror. She tried to see herself as a woman of twenty-seven might see her, tried imagine how Cristabel saw her.

Slowly, Ruby had no need to rush the moment of her first lesbian seduction, she unbuttoned her dress and slipped it off. As if with Cristabel's eyes she examined her body. Her thighs were firm, the soft flesh above her dark grey stockings creamy and smooth; her hips curved symmetrically, easing into a waist as narrow as any 48 year old mother of twins could hope for; her stomach rose smooth and flat up to her full and rounded bosom; her neck was unlined, her face unblemished, the sparkle in her eyes undiminished. Her shoulder length brown hair, flecked with natural grey and golden highlights, shone lustrously; her lips, touched with a trace of gloss, pouted confidently; her cheekbones, lightly dusted, stood beautifully proud. I want you Ruby, she imagined Cristabel's voice whispering in her head. 

"And I want you Cristabel," Ruby breathed aloud while unclasping her black and grey bra.

Watching herself avidly, Ruby caressed her naked breasts, feeling and adoring their soft plumpness, squeezing and teasing her nipples. Her touch was good, sure, loving and expert. She ran her fingertips around the dark, wide disc of her aureole, exciting herself, wanting to have herself. With more wanton urgency, she rolled her hardening nipples between finger and thumb, tightly, temptingly, excitingly, breaking free to caress the soft flesh of her bosom for a moment before returning her full attention to her enflamed nipples. Still caressing her bosom with her left hand, she eased the experienced and skilful fingers of her right down the smoothness of her belly, into the tightness of her black silk and lace panties, between the slippery warmth of her plump labia, down to the wet opening of her lusciously succulent vagina. 

"Take me," she sighed, stretching her panties with unforgiving urgency as her lustful fingers sought her hungry pussy. "Oh my," she cried as she slid two fingers deep into herself, "oh I want this so."

In a sudden yet controlled rush Ruby released her breasts and used both hands to push her panties down her thighs. Holding her labia apart she gazed with wanton adoration at her shamelessly aroused clitoris and slippery vulva. "Take me Cristabel please, my body is yours, teach me how to love and come like a lady ... oh my sweet angel, I want you to make me come."

Losing herself to her passions, Ruby stepped back from the mirror, lay down on her bed and let herself enjoy the tender, caring, loving touch of her fingers. Masturbation was her only selfish pleasure - and one she had never tired of enjoying to the full since a chance discovery of orgasmic bliss as a teenager one boring rainy afternoon. She had, on a variety of occasions, let Dominic watch her, always finding such moments wonderfully erotic. But, she reasoned, if the fundamental ambition was self-fulfilment then the purest and deepest pleasure would always be found alone. 

Lying across her bed in nothing but lace-topped stockings, her legs wide apart, her plump breasts rising and falling with ever deep and desirous breath, her fingers caressing and combing her lush bush, her pouting labia, her soft thighs, her gooey vulva, Ruby felt wonderfully alive and adventurous. The pleasure she sought was both familiar and completely unknown - familiar in that she had used her fingers and her imagination to make herself come a thousand times before; unknown in that unlike any previous moment, this time she wanted, intended coming exclusively with and for another woman. The desire to experience something spiritually lesbian was a massive turn-on for her. As she squeezed and teased her swollen clitoris she appreciated intuitively the difference between fleeting curiosity and abandonment to intently and entirely Sapphic desire. 

As a woman who felt comfortable admiring the beauty of other women, Ruby had often allowed fantasies involving those she found most attractive to inspire her pursuit of orgasmic pleasure. Occasionally, she had imagined spying on two or three beautiful women caressing and pleasuring each other. Sometimes, reprising the erotic impact of masturbating for Dominic, she had imagined herself being secretly watched by one or more of her closest friends. Now and then, she had helped herself come while showering after her weekly gym class, moved by the untroubled and near-naked beauty around her. But, luscious as all these moments had been, in none of them had she actually imagined herself coming with or for another woman. Her pleasure had been inspired by the sensuality of women, not by a more focused desire to know, feel and reciprocate their sexuality. 

But there, lying alone and all-but naked, she sought a very special kind of pleasure - she wanted to come believing she was doing so with, for and because of Cristabel. She wanted to believe that the fingers caressing and exciting her clitoris belonged to that beautiful young woman. She wanted to believe that such an exquisite beauty would want her. She wanted to believe that Cristabel would match her own nakedness, would slip off her own blouse, bra, skirt and panties and lie beside her, warm and nude. She wanted to believe that the gorgeous young thing would allow her to stroke her soft olive skin and caress her perfect round bosom. She wanted to believe she might feel the softness of Cristabel's luscious thighs, breathe the aromatic fragrance of her young pussy, kiss her lips, her nipples, her labia. She wanted to believe she could hear Cristabel's voice in her head, confessing her desire and moaning through her own pleasure: I want your pussy Ruby, she imagined Cristabel whispering, I want to love you there, feel inside you, make you come.

Exciting herself more and more, Ruby eased two long fingers inside her hungry and waiting sex while using her other hand to meet the longing beneath her clitoris. "Mmm, I love what you're doing to me," she moaned, her fingers sliding more quickly in and around her wet pussy, her clitoris pulsing more urgently beneath her fingertips. "Oh yes," she cried, "I want to come so much, make me come Cristabel, make me come like I've never come before, make me come like a woman who knows and adores the love and touch of another woman."

In the full grip of her fantasy Ruby took herself to a previously undiscovered Sapphic heaven. With commanding dexterity she twisted and massaged, rubbed and squeezed, pressed and caressed her clitoris, swooning beneath the previously unfathomed intensity of her lesbian arousal. Sensing the coming of an orgasm of violent and significant meaning, she drove a third finger inside her hot and slippery vagina, shuddering gorgeously as ripples of lustful pleasure began to fan out through her body. Rocking side to side with pleasure and desire she felt her hard nipples flow across the softness of her breasts, like ships laden with Sapphic want. She took herself completely, took full and complete possession of her body, teasing and loving herself towards a new dawn of lesbian satisfaction. Still, Cristabel lived in her head, her beauty present in both the luscious vibrations coursing through her body and the fantasy she had of herself being made to come by the girl's fingers. Yet, as she felt herself slipping closer and closer to an orgasm Ruby felt less and less in need of a specific woman's touch, more and more open to the lust of any gorgeous sister. 

"Mmm, oh my god, I want to come so much," Ruby moaned, her fingers exploiting the depth and intensity of her lust, "I want to feel myself come, taste my come ... taste another woman's come ... oh yes," she cried out , her mind flooding with a riotous tumult of salacious thoughts and impious longing. 

She wanted to share her lesbian epiphany with every woman she had ever admired, from close friends to those she had passed in the street. She closed her eyes and imagined her body stroked and caressed by innumerable loving hands and lips. As she felt the first tremors of climax quivering inside her she craved the feel of a woman's lips around her excitedly-hard nipples, and of another woman's tongue inside her succulent pussy, and of another's lips around her clitoris, and of another's against her mouth, kissing her with passionate abandon, encouraging her to abandon herself to any woman's passion. 


Trigynia 01



"Yes, yes," she cried as her orgasm began to burst. Harder and faster she rubbed her clitoris, desperate to accentuate and prolong the ecstasy of the moment, "come for me," she sighed to herself, to her pussy and to her imaginary lovers, "I want you to come for me so much ... oh this is so good," she moaned, her three fingers twisting inside her hot, open pussy, gorging on her come, "don't stop," she commanded, "don't stop ... mmm," she breathed, her fingertips squeezing her throbbing clitoris unrelentingly, her fingers exploiting and pleasing her vagina unselfishly. 

"Want to keep on coming," she panted, her heart pounding as the orgasm burst through her body, "don't want to stop ... never stop." Without allowing her body any pause she drove herself on wildly, urgently, impiously to a repeat climax, wanting and having herself with more dissolute licentiousness than she had ever known. As she felt a trickle of creamy come ooze between her buttocks she promised her mouth full use of her gooey fingers as soon as her second orgasm was complete, a desire which aroused her and drove her on and on.

"Do you want me now Cristabel," she cried, "do you want to feel your Headmistress's pussy, feel and taste her come, feel and squeeze and kiss her clitoris, finger and lick her sex? Mmm, I know you want me Cristabel," she moaned, her second orgasm fizzing up near her diaphragm, "like I want you ... mmm, I know you want me angel, want to take me in my room, want to walk in and find me with my panties down, my pussy waiting for you ... mmm, would you like that baby," she moaned, "would you like me to pull up my dress, push down my panties and make myself come while you watch me?" Ruby panted, her body on the edge of a fabulously powerful climax, "I want you to have me Cristabel, use me, enjoy me and ... oh my god, yes, I'm coming for you angel, coming so much, feel me come baby, feel your Ruby come just for you ... oh this is so good, so hot, so wet, so good ... yes, oh baby yes ... oh my, yes, Yes!"

As she calmed down Ruby sat up and reached for her wine. Talking a long cool sip she smiled contentedly - what more could a woman want, she wondered, than a good wine, a great orgasm and a gorgeous young girl to share them with. "To you Cristabel," she toasted. 

In the following couple of weeks before half-term Ruby learned to enjoy her new double life. By day, she was professionally and genuinely friendly and supportive of her young would-be lover; alone, away from school she was anything but. She tried hard to keep any trace of her new lust from Dominic, perhaps too hard though he did not for a moment consider that her cheerfulness was anything more than perennial good humour, nor that her generous passion when they made love was anything but a repeat of a mood he had enjoyed many times through their long and happy marriage. He might, therefore, have been curiously impressed by the irrepressible ardour with which she now loved to make herself come whenever he was out of the house. He would, however, have been truly shocked - and a little threatened - if he'd been able to read the thoughts that inspired such committed moments of self-love. 

For her own part Ruby was fascinated and delighted by the increasingly liberal wantonness of her fantasies. Just like her first orgasm with and for an imaginary Cristabel, her desire and self-seduction continued to be aroused by a longing for the touch, the feel, the taste of the beautiful Miss Pozzi. She dreamed of those dark eyes hungering after her body, craved the kiss of those pouting lips against her nipples, swooned at the thought of that sweet tongue between her plump labia ... yet, each and every time she felt herself sliding inexorably and lusciously towards a climax her fantasies became wilder, richer, dirtier. Again and again, as the days went past, she came with an intensity made all the more delicious by the momentary belief that she lay naked in the company of a number of sensually like-minded and desirous women. 

By the time half-term began Ruby was completely and contentedly captivated by the vividness of her lesbian desires and the joyousness of her obsessively passionate self-love. She spent the entirety of the Monday dressing and undressing herself for her own pleasure, coming wonderfully through a series of imaginary orgies all around her house. On the Tuesday she indulged in a little morning retail therapy, buying a range of alluring and exotic panties, knickers, bras and camisoles, stockings and suspenders, thrilling herself all afternoon by playing out a fantasy of being willingly seduced in just the kind of intimate boutique she had so enjoyed spending time in that same morning. After a relaxing bath and a light bite to eat, knowing that Dominic would be home late, she sat down at her computer with a rather vague intention of searching out something a little risqué. She began by searching for what she thought might be commonly labelled lesbian porn, finding nothing but disappointment in the never-ending stream of pictures of bored-looking girls pretending to be worked-up by other bored-looking girls. A different search, for lesbian erotica, brought slightly more interesting results, not least an artily-arousing black and white montage featuring two genuinely beautiful women in deliciously sexy black underwear. From there, almost by accident, she found herself redirected into Literotica.

Intuition told her to try again, one last time. Her first impression of Literotica was not good. Having been driven by her newfound desire to enter the lesbian sex genre, she found herself frustrated by the poor quality and pointless vulgarity of the first three stories she opened. She was neither a puritan nor a pedant - she accepted that some people would be excited by the material she rejected. But she wanted something more meaningful and feminine than the kind of derivative dross that suggests women who love other women secretly do so hoping to excite a man! Still, having found one site of lesbian erotica she felt sure she could find another, meaning she would give the story spinner one last try and if it failed her she would look elsewhere. Then, almost by accident, she noticed the search feature. What to say, what to ask for, she pondered, settling on two words she thought kind of describe her. Lesbian wife, she typed, gaining instant access to a range of interesting sounding stories. 

One in particular drew her attention, partly because the authoress, Sapphic Sapphire, seemed a kind of echo of her own feelings and name. Partly also because of the title: The Rector's Wife, suggested a respectable woman like herself exploring the true meaning of her deepest longings. She caressed herself intimately and delicately as she scrolled slowly through the text:

* * * * *

Beatrice and Carole were very careful ladies. They cared deeply about the health and vitality of their village. They devoted hours of their time to charity bazaars, clubs for the elderly, fetes for the children and good works for the church. They were well loved by their families and well respected by everyone. They also had a secret which they took great care to protect. Chance or fate had brought them to the village, destiny or maybe even something more mystical, had helped them find each other. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, they made tender and passionate love.

As the rector's wife, Beatrice was more inclined to believe in divine intervention as the key to the joy she had found with Carole - faith wasn't compulsory for her role, but why, she thought, turn down the possibility of a company benefit? Real and sincere though her love and desire for Carole was, she was acutely conscious of the need to emulate Caesar's wife - she might not regard their affair as infidelity in the strictest sense, or as shameful in any sense, but most of her husband's congregation would. She had no truck with illiberal Anglican curmudgeons who rant at anything with a hint of passion, but she knew well enough that no church would forgive a clergyman with a scandalous wife. She had, therefore, to be shocked and frightened by the note and attachment that fell through her door that Tuesday morning, moments after Carole left.

Carole had every reason to want to preserve her marriage and her reputation. Even so, she accepted that however much she had to lose should her affair with Beatrice be discovered, the consequences for her lover were infinitely more serious. Of course, she no more anticipated the note that fell through her door, but the distress she heard in her lover's voice as soon as she picked up the telephone made her instantly anxious. She walked briskly back to the rectory, the crisp white envelope inanimate and inert next to her pounding heart.

With tears barely held back they sat side-by-side on a sofa overlooking the garden to examine the source of their disquiet. Two identical envelopes contained two identical notes, handwritten on thick, expensive paper. Attached to each were slightly different photographs of the same scene: Beatrice, naked, her head thrown back in rapture, her elbows playing inharmonious chords on an open piano behind, hypnotized by the loving attention of a woman whose face was buried between her naked thighs. Few would have had any difficulty recognizing Carole from the cut of her hair or the distinctive rings on the hand rapturously caressing Beatrice's right breast. 

"What will we do?" Beatrice begged. 

"Exactly what we're told," Carole replied. 

Pretending to be engaged in nothing of even the lightest importance, Carole got up early, showered, dressed, breakfasted and left her husband to open up their antique shop alone. She drove the ancient, choking Volvo round to the rectory and waited, as silently as the old car would allow, for Beatrice to walk down the drive, her face etched pensively. In silence, they drove to the appointed place, parked in the appointed spot and walked along the appointed path. They were both familiar with the managed and protected woodland they had been brought to, both apprehensive and completely uncertain where the specific path they were on ended.

Stopping suddenly to check the note crushed tight in her hand, Carole whispered: "here." Taking a visibly worried Beatrice by the hand she led them into the narrowest of gaps through a cluster of trees, wondering who had brought them to this place. Through the trees they entered a hollow, warmed by the early morning summer sun, scented by a random sprinkling of wild flowers. "There," Carole breathed, breaking the uneasy silence that enveloped them, pointing to a large chequered blanket spread flat beneath the arms of a majestic oak. As they walked onto the blanket Carole felt Beatrice shaking. "Hush," she whispered, pulling her friend close, holding her tight while kissing her hair lightly. "Hush," she repeated, "we just get through it, just do it, maybe we ..."

"What?" Beatrice cried, her voice only a step or two back from a sob, "enjoy it ... enjoy putting on a show for some frustrated old Harradine."

"Yes," Carole replied, "yes, that's exactly what we do. Don't you see, whoever and whatever the mysterious Sapphic Sapphire is, Harradine, Harlot or Heavenly Angel, we can't let her feel like we're her playthings."

"That's just what we are, toys in some dirty game. Why are we here? - because she's got photographs we daren't risk her sharing with anyone else ... and soon she'll have more!"

"But she's obviously not going to share them, is she? Sure, she's probably hiding somewhere in those trees right now, excited like a bitch on heat, but she's a voyeur not a blackmailer. As you said, she's already got photographs we daren't risk her sharing ... which she's used to get us here."

"Exactly."

"Beatrice, darling," Carole whispered, combing her lover's hair from her sad face, "trust me, I know I'm right. Whoever has got us here has done so for her own pleasure - OK, yes, I'm sure she's going to take more photographs, but for her own amusement ..." 

"But her note ..."

"... told us to come here - it didn't actually threaten us if we didn't, we just assumed we had no choice ..."

"... so we can just leave now?"

"Well," Carole pondered, "I suppose, if I'm right, yeah, we could." Silent in thought for a moment she gently caressed Beatrice's shoulders, loving as always the feel of her lover's warm body beneath her fingers. "But why should we? This place is a lot safer than the rectory - let's face it, we've been in danger of getting 'caught' since the day you first seduced me ..."

"... I seduced you!"

"OK, since we seduced each other." 

The two lovers stood still and silent for a moment, speaking only through the look in their eyes and the gentleness of their touch. They had made love many times, finding in each other and for each other depths of passion and sensual expression neither had imagined possible. Though both had enjoyed, and occasionally worried about, moments of curiosity before falling into each other's arms, the moment they had actually fallen into each other's arms had been a shock. Almost without realizing it was happening, they became close friends so quickly that one accidental and innocently intimate embrace in the rectory kitchen led to a kiss of such passion that they simply could not resist, breathless and confused though they were, rushing their hands up and down each other's body. Steered by some magical intuition, they had pulled each other into the study, undressed hurriedly and surrendered to the gifted calm of Sapphic desire. It was a desire they had delighted in ever since. It was a desire that, notwithstanding the unreasonable iniquity that had brought them to this place, they could not deny lived strong inside them - irresistibly strong.

As if wanting to recreate all the first-time passion of that first kiss, Beatrice let her head fall slightly to one side, opened her mouth and pulled Carole close. As they kissed they caressed, as they caressed they undressed, as they undressed they lost themselves, just as always, in the comfort and beautiful expectation of sensual fulfilment that their love always brought them.

As Carole had guessed, I sat twenty feet away, hidden but not really hiding, a voyeur, not a threat - too discerning to be a Harlot, too good to be a Harridan but too impious to be an Angel. Too immoral, I must confess, to resist a delectably desirable and rudely irresistible rector's wife. Of course, I had no intention of using my photographs to cause Beatrice harm, or Carole for that matter. For sure, the pictures I had taken through the window of the rectory study were super-erotic and will serve for my continuing pleasure, as a reminder of a wonderful half-hour spent watching two gorgeous women in their prime enjoying the delicious delights of lesbian love. Likewise, the photographs I took as Beatrice began to give herself more fully, more passionately to Carole will serve my needs long in to the future. But, the game was still to be won. 

I put my camera down and watched the two mature and beguiling women undress. Semi-naked, they were beautiful - both blessed with smooth creamy skin, lithe and supple bodies, full soft breasts, darkly alluring nipples and achingly desirable pussies. Oh how I wanted them both, wanted to kiss and caress their lovely bodies, enjoy their scent, taste their desire, slip nakedly between them. As they embraced and explored each other on the smooth lamb's wool blanket I had provided, I unbuttoned my blouse and caressed the familiarly warm and soft roundness of my breasts, feeling my nipples harden in my palm, feeling my heart racing beneath. While Carole tenderly kissed Beatrice's beautifully aroused nipples, one after the other, I slid my favourite fingers down to my hot, waiting sex. While Beatrice casually ran her fingers between her own plump labia, happily lost to the pleasure of Carole's kiss, I copied her - pressing my knickers into the juiciness of my vulva. I wanted to feel my first orgasm - oozing, creamy and wanton - through the faux-virginal-purity of cool white cotton. I wanted to come with Beatrice.

In truth, I wanted much more besides. I wanted to come with Beatrice and for her. I wanted her to feel and taste me while I came. I wanted to have her for my own. I wanted to hear her crying out for more and more as my tongue worked her magic. I wanted to hear her beg me to love her and please her for ever ... and I wanted to do all that with Carole nearby, watching and accepting the joy her lover would find beneath my touch. I continued to watch them, watch as Carole's kisses eased down Beatrice's wonderful body - a body I desired so much. I watched as Beatrice's fingers began to squeeze and caress her own clitoris more ardently - a clitoris I wanted so much. I envied Carole so as she entwined her lips and tongue with Beatrice's fingers, tasting and pleasing the lady's delicious vagina. 

Slowly, my concentration turned inward. I needed to come. I needed to please myself now. I needed to feel once again those fabulous fluttering angels at play deep inside me. I needed to feel once again their sparkling beams of lust fizzing through me. I needed to feel once again the sensuous certainty of impending and inexorable joy warming every part of my body. With Beatrice's now demanding and unrestrained cries of exhilaration filling the air I closed my eyes and let passion command me. My first orgasm, as always, was beautiful ... and, as always, I wanted more. With quiet control I slipped off my knickers, lay back against a tree and masturbated openly, wonderfully, dirtily, unceasingly for thirty minutes, while Carole and Beatrice made noisy and mutually satisfying love before me. 

"Mmm, ladies, make me come," I moaned softly as my fingers slid in and around my wet pussy, my clitoris pulsing more urgently beneath my fingertips. I squeezed, pressed and caressed my familiarly swollen and sensitive clitoris, swooning beneath the intensity of my arousal. Sensing an orgasm of violent and significant meaning, I drove a third finger inside my hot and slippery vagina, shuddering gorgeously as ripples of lustful pleasure began to fan out through my body. Rocking side to side with pleasure and desire I felt my hard nipples ache against the softness of my breasts. I took myself completely, took full and complete possession of my body, teasing and loving myself, luscious vibrations coursing through my body. I wanted to come so much, I wanted to exploit the depth and intensity of my lust for another woman's lover. "I want you Beatrice," I sighed as quietly as I could, my mind flooding with a riotous tumult of salacious thoughts and impious longing. As I felt the first tremors of climax quivering inside me I craved the feel of Carole's lips around my excitedly-hard nipples and of Beatrice's tongue inside my succulent pussy.

I took myself above and beyond the first plains of pleasure, higher and higher towards the Sapphic goddesses, with Beatrice and Carole my spiritual soul-mates. Who knows how many times I came - a lady doesn't keep score. All I can say is I was, at least for a while, sated before my victims and my inspiration. Picking up my camera I rushed off a dozen or so shots of them lost in delirious lust, slipped my knickers back on and left them. When they got back to their car they found two fresh envelopes on their seats, each with a selection of new photographs and an identical note: 'tomorrow, time and place as always'.

10.30am Thursday morning, as always, Carole let herself in through the kitchen door at the back of the rectory. As she closed the door behind her she heard a familiar and yet completely unexpected sound from the study - two loud, parallel and discordant piano bars. She walked quickly through the hall and into the open doorway to the study - and stopped dead. Sitting on a stool into which she and Beatrice had come so many times was a woman she did not recognize - me. Beneath my unbuttoned light-green dress I was completely naked, my thighs open wide to enjoy Beatrice's lips and tongue.




Trigynia 01



"Carole," I breathed seductively, "we've been waiting for you."

"A-and y-you are?" she replied, clearly shaken. 

Falling back on her heels while turning to face her old lover Beatrice whispered smoothly, with lips shiny with my come, "sweetie - meet Suzanne ... or should I say, Sapphic Sapphire."

"What!" Carole cried, "d-did you?"

"Did I what sweetie?" Beatrice smiled, "make her come while I waited for you, well, yes darling, I'm afraid I did ... and so must you, she has the sweetest tasting pussy ..."

"I mean," Carole snarled, irritation clear in her voice, "did you arrange what happened yesterday?"

"Er, well ..." Beatrice purred.

"How?"

"Well," Beatrice began evasively, "you see, sometimes - I mean, other than on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I get sort of ..."

"Randy?" Carole asked.

"Well, yes, actually ... but obviously I simply have to be discreet so I take myself off to Literotica ..."

"I see."

"So you know it too," Beatrice breathed seductively.

"Well ..." Carole admitted.

"Oh sweetie, why didn't you say, we could have read stories to each other, formed a kind of Readers' Club - the Curious Ladies Reading Club - yes, that might be fun, we could invite others to join us and share ..."

"Beatrice," Carole said acidly, "who exactly is this tramp whose pussy you seem unable to drag yourself away from?"

"As I said, Sapphic Sapphire, she's a writer ... oh Beatrice, you simply must read some of her stories ..."

"Must I?"

"Yes, darling - I so enjoyed them all that I simply could not resist sending Suzanne some feedback and ... well, we got to chatting and I told her about us ..."

"You what?" Carole exclaimed. 

"Hush sweetie, Suzanne is very, very discreet ... like us, she has to be - her husband is the County Surveyor while she runs a small dance studio near ..."

"Beatrice," Carole interrupted, "what did you tell her about us?"

"Just that we'd be happy to be in her next story - and now we are!"

* * * * *

Ruby was enchanted and unnerved by the Rector's Wife, excited and just a little unsettled. It was both arousing and chilling, seemingly confirming all her intuition about lesbian love being fabulously rewarding and, for a respectable married woman, exhilaratingly risky. She re-read the story. First, she imagined herself as Beatrice, empathising with a woman whose lust for another woman simply had to be fitted into her life in the spotlight of local importance. Her bath-warm and perfume scented body was irresistible as she imagined herself naked on her own piano stool, a secret lover pleasing and kissing her succulent pussy - mmm, she wanted such a moment more and more with every passing day, longed to be taken and satisfied that way by each and every good-looking woman she met. Indeed, that very morning, while alone in the lingerie boutique's changing room, she had climaxed while longing for the owner, a wonderfully serene and attractive woman in her mid-fifties to invite her to step out into the shop as she was, all but nude, and relax on the sofa while she and her twenty-something assistant took turns in tasting her come.

Once home she had masturbated in the luxury of her own sitting room, fully clothed with a new pair peach lace panties stretched around her knuckles, fantasising that next time she visited the shop she would demand that the tramp-eyed young assistant be on call to help her in and out of any item she wanted to try. Now, with the story of Beatrice and Carole as her inspiration, she imagined herself being pampered and pleasured by the more mature and knowing tongue of the boutique owner. She didn't even know the woman's name, but the idea that she would have the experience and the desire to kiss and lick her pussy, like Dominic never had nor ever could, seemed all but certain. As she eased closer to orgasm she didn't just want to be made to come, she wanted to be made love to, she wanted to experience the kind of beautiful togetherness she believed Beatrice and Carole enjoyed. As she came she cried, for the want of a lover with whom she could relax and caress completely naked, discovering each other's needs, satisfying each other's wants.

As Ruby read further on she started to focus on the narrator, the respectable Suzanne - nom de plume: Sapphic Sapphire - masturbating in the woods while watching two equally respectable women making love in the open air. The very idea of open-air love with a woman was thrilling enough, the thought of doing it while being watched by another was too scrumptious for words. For a moment, as she pulled open her gown and made love to herself, Ruby imagined herself back in the lingerie shop, her hands sliding slowly across the owner's naked body while she combed the lady's lush grey bush with her tongue. 

As she came a second time Ruby thought about the writer. "Oh Suzanne," she moaned, pushing her chair back while dropping her gown to the floor. Naked, her legs open across the arms of her desk-chair, she sighed: "see what you've done to me and for me ... see how naked and needy I am, see how wanton you've made me. Oh Suzanne," she breathed huskily, her fingers reigniting her lust and desire, "would you like to feel my pussy, slide your hands between my thighs and then up towards my warm juicy sex ... mmm, I have been playing with myself there so much lately, wanting for someone else to love me ... the way Carole loved Beatrice, the way Beatrice loved you, the way ... the way I dreamed of being loved by Cristabel." 

The truth was, Ruby hadn't really thought much about her young teacher in the past few weeks, more or less regarding her as an unobtainable piece of heaven. But now, aroused massively by a jumble of desires and passions, some of her own imagining, others placed there by Suzanne's erotic narrative, Ruby dreamed once again of her original infatuation. Holding her labia apart she cried, "oh my darling Cristabel, please, come and take me, I'm yours, come and feel me my angel, kiss me and stroke me and make me come for you ... just for you."

As her final, scintillating climax subsided Ruby read the biographical details on Sapphic Sapphire, feeling herself drawn to a woman who clearly loved writing for women just like her - women longing to explore their Sapphic side. For several minutes she held her finger over the feedback key, her mind longing to admit to the passion Sapphic Sapphire's words had aroused in her. Finally, she found the courage, sending a heartfelt admission of the inspiration and consolation The Rector's Wife had given her. Much to her surprise, Sapphic Sapphire replied within moments. During a short exchange of e-mails Ruby formed what can only be described as an e-crush on Suzanne. The authoress' combination of openness, sensitivity and poetry seduced Ruby more surely than any lover previous, Dominic included. So, when Suzanne suggested they met again the following afternoon via Messenger Ruby agreed instantly, her fingers trembling and her heart racing like a teenager's on a first date.

... continued in Trigynia 2: E-Love with Suzanne 



Trigynia 02



Continued from Trigynia 1: Ruby and The Rector's Wife ...

As soon as Dominic left for the surgery Ruby blushed. She blushed again while buttering her toast, then again while sorting the post, and again, more deeply still, as she walked past the study. Her every thought was consumed by Suzanne. She had no idea whether the woman was beautiful or kind or indeed respectable. She knew nothing about her but that she could write words to touch any curious woman's emotions so surely, she was left completely uninterested in anything but the power of those words to seduce, excite and satisfy. As she showered, struggling against the urge and desire to make herself come again beneath the luxurious warmth of gentle water, she found just enough presence of mind to understand what was happening to her. She was as excited and nervous and worried and thrilled as any other woman convinced she had found someone to share herself with completely - if only for a moment, if only at a distance, if only virtually. And the acceptance of that realization made Ruby blush again, deeply and hotly ... and safely - for she knew also that no matter how forceful and demanding Suzanne might be, only in a fantasy world was she at risk of doing things with and for Suzanne that she might later wish she hadn't. 

Showered, creamed and dusted, Ruby spent an hour fussing and choosing what to wear ... and having chosen, she put the clothes to one side, dressed casually and functionally and took herself off to the village to browse, take coffee, chat and generally try to act like a woman who was not close to obsessed with the idea of having an intimate lesbian e-conversation with a woman who could easily enough be a neighbour or acquaintance for all she would ever need to know. 

The hour hand on the study wall clock seemed to take an eternity to drift from 2 till 3 - during which eon Ruby sat quietly, if nervously, in a state of excited expectation. She had dressed, for her own delight, in turquoise silk panties and bra beneath an oyster silk gown matched by cream lace-topped stockings, but she knew full well that she had dressed also to make herself more attractive to another woman. Not visually attractive, of course, but she felt that the sexier she felt the more she would enjoy whatever Suzanne had in mind. 

At long last a message appeared: Sapphic Sapphire asks if Ruby Midnight (the non de passion Ruby had chosen for herself) would like to join her. Oh yes please, Ruby sighed, feeling her whole body tingle with excitement, feeling her breasts swell, her heart race and her clitoris tremble. Hello, she replied like the nervous debutante she was. For a while Suzanne led, encouraging Ruby to talk about her desires and her fantasies. Quickly, her confidence rose - as she felt a form of trust develop between her and Suzanne so Ruby became increasingly candid. With little prompting she began to confess the passion she had recently discovered and unleashed through masturbation. In seemingly no time she found herself sharing her most erotic desires and describing in detail the joyful release she found when using such fantasies to make herself come. Indeed, without any design or artifice, she admitted to having masturbated completely nude while reading The Rector's Wife, dreaming about the narrator, not the principal characters. Suzanne's reply, confessing how much she loved thinking of her readers satisfying their deepest desires through her stories, aroused and relaxed Ruby still more.

"Oh my, if only you had seen me, heard me calling out to you, begging you to come and enjoy my warm, juicy pussy," Ruby typed.

"Oh Ruby, keep talking, please, tell me more ... tell me more and I'll come for you like you came for me," came Suzanne's tantalisingly tempting response.

With complete and unashamed candour Ruby admitted the newness yet sincerity of her lesbian longings, confessed the frequency and loving sophistication with which she masturbated. She described watching herself caressing her plump and naked breasts, squeezing her hard and tender nipples, parting her sensitive and slippery labia, feeling and twisting and rubbing her swollen and wanton clitoris, enjoying and pleasing her succulent vagina, licking and loving the taste of her come on her fingers. 

"Mmm, I would love to taste your come Ruby - would you like to taste mine?" an obviously excited Suzanne replied.

"Oh god yes, are you close?"

"Nearly, sweetie, keep exciting me and I will be."

With her whole body quivering in lust, her pussy aching in needy wantonness, Ruby typed out erotic thoughts and longings she had barely admitted to herself before, let alone ever dreamed of sharing. She re-explored her fantasy of being seduced in a lingerie boutique, admitting for the first time how much of her arousal revolved around the thought of being excited and used by a complete stranger, of being kissed and licked and fingered to a beautiful orgasm by another woman, or two, or three, all, like her, searching for a short moment of mutually satisfying lesbian lust. As she imagined undressing for a stranger in a boutique changing room Ruby acted out the same pleasure, holding her panties to her nose to breathe her sweet musky scent while imagining Suzanne doing something similar just for her.

"Mmm," a deliriously aroused Suzanne interrupted, "don't stop, tell me more ..."

Ruby needed no further encouragement. Completely lost inside an affair of strange yet erotic intensity, she told of the joy and lust she experienced when seducing herself, slowly undressing, slipping off her blouse and bra like a lover would, running her fingertips around the dark, wide disc of her aureole like a lover should, whispering sweet-nothings to herself like lovers do till, excited beyond restraint she let her panties slide to the floor while watching her fingers ease between her juicy labia.

"... yes, yes, don't stop," Suzanne begged.

"Yesterday," Ruby confessed, "I did all that and more for you Suzanne. Naked in front of the computer I held my labia open and begged for you to come and love me, feel me inside, make me come, be the first woman ever to make me come."

"And did I?"

"Oh yes, a thousand times yes, gloriously and beautifully."

"Mmm, oh yes, yes, oh you sweet thing yes ... YES!"

Ruby let the screen remain still for a moment, feeling the power and potency of Suzanne's orgasm somehow floating in the ether. Then the text box burst back into life.

"Ruby, that was wonderful, gorgeous, my pussy is throbbing fabulously for you, does that excite you, does it thrill you to know that you've made another woman come?"

"God yes, oh Suzanne, I don't know what to say ... other than ... other than ..." Ruby repeated, not quite able to put into words the breadth and power of her desire.

"Other than? ...you want me to do the same for you, want me to have you, take you, use you?"

"Yes, oh yes please."

"Do you want me to come and find you in that boutique, half naked and completely wanton?"

"Yes, yes," Ruby confessed while hurriedly slipping off her gown and bra.

"Mmm, naughty dirty Ruby, wanting to offer herself naked for anyone to have ... are you naked now?"

"Yes," Ruby admitted simply.

"How delicious, shall I open the door so that everyone see you?"

"Yes, oh yes do, let them watch."

"Watch as I slide my hand up the inside of your warm, soft thighs, feeling you trembling lustfully beneath my touch, wanting me to have you ... do you want me to have you Ruby?"

"So much Suzanne, so very much."

"Open your thighs for me, let me feel your hot juicy pussy in my palm, let me stroke your swollen clitoris with my thumb ... mmm, does that feel good?"

"God yes."

"Do you want to come for me Ruby, come all over my fingers?"

"So much," Ruby typed one-handed while exciting herself shamelessly, dreaming that the hand between her thighs was Suzanne's.

"Mmm, yes, I can feel you now Ruby, feel you wanting to come ... you feel so warm and sexy, I want you so, I want to kiss and suck your nipples while I slide my fingers inside you."

"Please, do it to me Suzanne."

"Are your nipples hard and dark Ruby, aching for my tongue and my lips?"

"Yes, oh Suzanne, I want this so much, be rough with me, please, bite my nipples, squeeze my soft breasts, make me yours."

"While I slide my fingers inside your pussy?"

"Yes, oh this is so good and so-o-o naughty."

"Do you like being naughty Ruby?"

"I love it! ... mmm, your fingers feel so good inside me Suzanne."

"Mmm, your pussy feels so hot and juicy and wanton."

"She wants to come for you Suzanne, she loves being made to come."

"Do you make her come often?"

"Gosh, yes, lately I seem to being doing it all the time!"

"That's good."

"I love doing it Suzanne, I adore playing with myself while thinking of naughty things, making myself come again and again, I mean ...," Ruby started to type before losing herself in complete lust for her own body.

"Masturbating is such a beautiful pleasure," Suzanne continued, "shall I tell you one of my fantasies? Sometimes, when I'm feeling really aroused, really sexy, I find a sheltered spot in the park, or some quiet corner of a coffee shop and tease and please myself, longing to be discovered."

"Wow!" Ruby typed one-handed.

"And sometimes I just can't help myself, can't stop myself slipping my hand down inside my panties to feel the succulent warmth of my pussy ... and sometimes I feel so hot, so wet that I simply cannot resist myself, cannot stop till I've made myself come, half fearing half longing that some stranger will see me, watch me, join me."

"Mmm, I would love to watch you Suzanne."

"How delicious, just you and me in Starbucks, our thighs open, our panties pushed down a little, our skirts pulled up slightly, playing with ourselves for the other to watch and enjoy ... just the two of us and some pretty young waitress ... who wants you so Ruby, see how brightly her eyes shine, watching you, wanting you ... see her nipples hardening beneath her thin white top, see her hands slipping beneath her crisp white apron."

"Let her watch!" a wantonly excited Ruby typed, "let her watch you slide next to me, unbutton my blouse and squeeze the soft fullness of my breasts."

"While you make yourself come?"

"Yes, yes."

"Do it now angel," Suzanne commanded, "come for me, come for me now ... mmm, I want you so Ruby, want so much to squeeze you and feel you, lick you and kiss you, want so much for you to feel my fingers inside you, pleasing you, enjoying you, taking you to a gorgeous orgasm ... think how long you've waited for this Ruby, how many times you've slipped your fingers inside yourself longing for a lesbian lover to do it for you ... let me be that lover, come for me sweetie, come for me now."

For hours afterwards Ruby could not stop herself blushing with vivid intensity while her mind replayed the things she had said and done with Suzanne. "Wow," she repeated over and over as she relived the thrilling and exhilarating passion she had shared with her e-lover, passion she had never previously imagined she had within herself. Just before Dominic arrived home she got an e-mail from Suzanne, thanking her for a wonderful afternoon and asking if they could get together again the following day. She agreed with alacrity. She didn't know whether it would be as good the second time, but she very much wanted to find out. She felt sure that lesbian e-love would help her learn yet more about her desires and her curiosities.

Second time around Suzanne was far more direct, sexual and uncompromising. From the start she all but demanded, albeit with an intense and poetical confession of desire, that Ruby undress and masturbate for her. Almost despite herself, Ruby was carried along by the passionate power of Suzanne's desires. She undressed, submissively, while confessing to wanting to be used, to be enjoyed, to be taken advantage of. She had no idea where such surrender and compliance came from, but suddenly it felt good to be dominated and exploited. She came easily and quickly, thanking Suzanne for 'letting' her. The two women then shared heartfelt desires to kiss and lick each other's juicy pussy, until the longing for the taste of another woman made Ruby ache with desire. 

"Mmm, I so want to taste your pussy Suzanne, so want to feel your warm come on my lips, your sweet-scented juice in my mouth," Ruby gushed.

"I want that too, Ruby, I adore having my pussy kissed and licked till she fizzes in orgasm."

"How wonderful, to feel you come against my tongue."

"Do it now for me darling, kiss my warm, succulent pussy through my cool silk panties."

"Are your panties sticky and damp with your come?"

"Yes angel, does that excite you?"

"God yes, I want to press my tongue against you, taste you through the silk."

"Mmm, how wonderful, to have you kiss me and lick me to orgasm through my panties."

"Pull your skirt up Suzanne, let me stare shamelessly at that cool silk spread tight across the plumpness of your warm labia ... open your thighs, let me smell the sweetness of your pussy ... so fragrant, so intoxicating ... mmm, I so want to taste you."

"This is so good Ruby, don't stop, be dirty for me."

Ruby's mind re-explored her lingerie boutique one more time, finding a previously unimagined lust to breathe and kiss and lick any and every pair of tried-on panties she could find. The idea of chasing the taste and aroma of countless unknown women so aroused her she felt she could come to such a fantasy without touching herself. The hunger she felt for the scent and taste of another woman had become so plural she felt herself aching for the chance to give and enjoy real lesbian love.

"Suzanne, I don't know what to say, don't know how to explain ... you've made me so excited I can't think of anything I wouldn't do for you ... I want you so much ... I want you to come for me, come wanting to have me, use me, doing whatever you want with me."

"Keep talking sweetness."

"Mmm, oh Suzanne, I wish I was with you, holding you, caressing you, undressing you while you masturbate."

"Oh yes, how wonderful, to have you watch me, kiss my nipples while I make myself come."

"I want to come with you Suzanne, my pussy is throbbing so much."

"Do it darling, I want to lick your come as it trickles down your thighs," Suzanne replied encouragingly.

"And I want to lick your come from inside your panties," Ruby confessed shamelessly.

"Oh Ruby, how delicious ... oh baby, I want to come so much for you now, make my panties so wet for you, is that what you want angel?"

"Yes Suzanne, yes, yes."

"Soak my panties with my come for you to lick?"

"Mmm, please." 

"Sweet, creamy, scented come."

"Mmm."

"And bitter, lemony pee."

"Oh yes, how delicious, how naughty, how dirty," Ruby typed excitedly, "let me lick and taste and drink your come and your pee ... oh my god I'm going to come so much."

"Shall I take my panties off for you Ruby?"

"Yes, yes."

"All sticky with my come and juicy with my pee."

"Yes, let me kiss them and lick them for you Suzanne ... and then."

"Then angel?"

"Let me kiss and lick your pussy till you come again."

"And?"

"And ... yes, oh yes ... I can't believe it ..." Ruby admitted, her lesbian liberation revealing a newfound depth and intensity of desire, "I want to kiss you and lick you till you come ... and then kiss and lick you more while you ... while you ... oh yes, please, I want you to pee for me Suzanne, into my mouth, over my breasts, down onto my thighs ... oh god, how dirty I feel, how naughty, how sexy ... say you'll do it for me, say you'll let me lick the come from your panties while you pee over my naked body."

As she calmed down Ruby blushed with embarrassment at the sheer depravity of her passion. She didn't feel ashamed as such, for having wanted to have Suzanne both come and pee for her; on the contrary, whilst the idea had never previous occurred to her it excited her still. No, her unease was down simply to a concern that her e-lover would, now the flush of lust had passed, feel ashamed for her part in such debauchery. She needn't have worried.

"My, oh my, Ruby, that was so good," Suzanne gushed in type.

"You don't think I went too far?"

"Of course not sweetie, a woman should never apologise for being passionate."

"I just don't know where all that passion came from ... no, that's not fair, I mean, being with you has turned me on more than anything, but wanting you to pee over me."

"Hush angel, there's nothing wrong with such desire."

"Have you?"

"Have I been so turned on ... well, actually, yes."

"Wow, and was it ..."

"Good? Sweetie, it was one of the most wonderful and beautiful moments of my life ... and I suppose now I shall have to tell you about it."

"Please!"

"Well, like most great passions it started with a complete and submissive infatuation for a beauty so sublime I never dared dream she would even look at me," Suzanne began.

"Who was she?" Ruby asked.

"Another writer ... no, that's not enough, she is a most gifted writer and as if that is not enough, simply gorgeous."

"How did you meet her?"

"Pretty much like we met - I sent her some feedback."

"She writes for Literotica?" Ruby guessed.

"Yes, Lady Sappho - you would love her stories, especially Dans L'Intimité, it's set in a very discreet lingerie boutique run by two deliciously sensual ladies - anyway," Suzanne explained, "Cristabel and I ..."

"Cristabel?" Ruby interrupted, the coincidence setting her heart racing once more.

"Yes, that's her name ... she and I exchanged a few e-mails and then, when we each got this invitation to a Literotica Writers' party during the Henley Regatta ...well, to cut the story short, she said she was thinking of going and I said I'd love to meet her if she did ... so we both did and we met and then we each chatted to various people and then."

"What does she look like?" Ruby asked, her intuition working overdrive.

"Like an angel ... believe me, Ruby, she is as pretty as anyone you have every seen, creamy olive skin, luminous dark eyes, fabulous high cheekbones, sexy sensual lips, lustrous dark hair and a figure to die for, pert rounded breasts, long legs and a bottom that wiggles so seductively you cannot but ache when watching her walk by ... all night long, all I really wanted to do was be with her."

"She sounds divine," Ruby replied, her mind replaying pictures of her own Cristabel.

"She is, and despite her aristocratic background - her grandmother is the Duchess of somewhere or other - she is really good fun, I mean, everyone at this party just adored her, and, of course, like me, they all wanted her."

"And?"

"And, well, as the evening was drawing to an end, I asked if she had far to travel home and she smiled and said yes, but I'm not going home ... oh, I breathed, daring to hope she was trying to sound me out ... I have some friends in Oxford, she continued, deflating my every expectation, I thought I might stop with them ... 'might', I thought, only might ... and you, she asked ... m-me, I stuttered, no, not very far, not very far at all ... nice, she smiled ... y-you c-could, I stuttered ... no, really, she breathed, I couldn't put you any trouble ... no, honestly, I said a little too quickly, a little too pleadingly, it would be no trouble, no trouble at all, I'd love to have you stay, I mean, there's no-one else."

"So, she stayed?" Ruby put in matter-of-factly.

"She did, but long before that she put me completely under her spell - she remained silent for a moment, thinking. I say a moment, but it seemed like an age to me ... please, I added desperately ... OK, she whispered huskily while brazenly yet casually unbuttoning the top three buttons of my black silk blouse! ... it might be fun, come on, let's go."




Trigynia 02



"Oh how romantic," Ruby replied, her mind full of certainty that the Cristabel in question was the same one she too adored.

"It was, it was lovely and sexy and deliciously memorable, quite the most submissive night of my life."

"You let her pee over you?"

"Let her - oh no angel, I didn't let her, I begged her to - and so much more besides!"

"Mmm, Suzanne, please, tell me more," Ruby begged in type.

"Well, as I said, she had me under her spell in no time ... as we turned to go, my blouse now daringly open, she whispered seductively: you have a delicious bosom, Suzanne ... t-thank you, I smiled, my heart racing and fluttering dangerously. I followed her across the street to her car - a sweet little open-top roadster - happy to keep her close rather than risk that, had she followed me home, she might have had second thoughts and turned off towards her friends in Oxford after all. As I sat next to her, searching for the seatbelt, she leaned across and slipped her hand inside my blouse to caress my warm, soft breast ... as I said, she breathed, a delicious bosom - then she kissed me lightly on the lips ... oh dear, the blood just rushed to my head Ruby, I couldn't control myself, I tried to force her mouth open with my tongue while pressing my trembling hand between her thighs ... later, she whispered with greater kindness than I deserved, adding with a suggestive giggle: if you're good, by which I mean bad."

"Oh Suzanne, how did you feel?"

"Exhilarated, excited, pensive, submissive," Suzanne gushed, "all of those things, I guess, but more than anything, I felt desperate: desperate to please her for as long as she would let me. Besides giving her instructions to get out of the town, we neither of us said anything until we were on the road to Wallingford. It was a warm and humid night, with nothing but the gentle breeze dancing through our hair and the buzzing of insects in the bushes to break the still silence. Sorry, I whispered. Why sweetie, she breathed, her eyes never leaving the road. For being so ill-mannered. Eh? she asked, not following my point, which made me all the more nervous. F-for - well, for trying to grope you, I guess. Oh angel, she replied sweetly, I think I probably deserved that, after all, I didn't ask permission to unbutton your blouse ... no, I agreed, adding hurriedly in case she misunderstood my reply as a reproach, but didn't mind, I mean, I'm glad you did, I mean, I wanted you to ... I know you did, she breathed with such knowing confidence that I blushed, not that she could see me, but I imagined that without looking at me she could tell what I was thinking - and what I was thinking was that I wanted her to undress me as soon as we got out of the car, or better still, make me undress myself, make me strip naked on my driveway, in the full glare of her headlights."

"Did you say all that?" 

"No, I didn't need to say anything, she repeated 'I know you did' softly, sweetly, adding, just as you know that I want you to undo the rest for me."

"And did you?"

"Not straightaway, no ... later, I replied, giggling girlishly."

"Touché," Ruby suggested.

"Maybe, but she just smiled indulgently before adding: and let your skirt fall to the floor ... later, I repeated, but without the same confidence as the first time ... and then slip off your bra, she breathed ... l-later, I stuttered ... and beg me to come over your breasts ... oh god, yes, I sighed, all resistance gone."

"Sounds wonderful," a very jealous Ruby typed.

"It was," Suzanne rejoiced, "and agony also as I tried to concentrate on giving her the final and rather complicated directions to my village and then to my cottage. As we pulled into the driveway I sighed, nervously, worried again that it was all too much of a dream to come true, concerned that having teased me to distraction she would now turnaround and leave me consumed with frustration, with only my fingers for company and relief. D-do you still want me to take off my blouse, I asked anxiously ... of course I do sweetie, she smiled, calmly getting out of the car and, like a chivalrous knight, walking around to open my door - as I twisted around to get out of the low seat she laid a hand on my shoulder and whispered: and do you still want my pussy? ... oh yes, I cried, tears of joy welling in my eyes as I watched through scarcely believing lenses as she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the gravel driveway. Her royal-blue lace panties seemed to glow in the moonlight, emphasizing the creaminess of her gorgeous thighs and the sultry duskiness of her dark bush. Mmm, you smell divine, intoxicating, delicious - oh god, Cristabel, I sighed, am I dreaming? ... yes, she smiled, we both are, but sometimes dreams can come true ... never like this, I sighed, never for me with a woman as beautiful as you ... beautiful women have needs too, she smiled, and tonight I need your lips, your tongue, your nipples, your thighs, your breasts, your buttocks, your everything - I need your beautiful everything, she breathed seductively, making my heart melt as fast as my heart raced and desire intensified, be beautiful for me Suzanne, she sighed, make me come."

"Oh how I envy you," Ruby typed with complete honesty.

"For this night of love, Ruby, you are right to - it was as beautiful a moment as any woman could desire. Without another word I leaned forward and kissed her pussy through the lace of her panties, sliding my tongue in and out of the delicate filigree pattern to taste and please the most delicious pussy I have ever known - her bush was slightly damp with her sweet musky perfume, her labia already plump, her clitoris fabulously responsive to the touch of my tongue, her vulva creamy and open, her juicy sex just tantalisingly out of reach - I went to pull her panties down but she stopped me, whispering later, make me come with them on first ... and I did, with tender and careful devotion I kissed her and licked her through the delicate lace till, with her breathing now filling the air, she pulled my face tight against herself and came, her thighs shuddering against my chin, her hands pulling at my hair."

"Sounds wonderful Suzanne."

"That was just the start ... that was gorgeous, she whispered, you have a beautiful tongue ... thank you, I smiled, mesmerized by her beauty, her kindness and the glorious sensual feel of her body close to me ... do you mind making love in the open?, she asked ... not with you, I smiled ... oh you are sweet, she smiled, leaning down to kiss me lightly on the forehead, but I meant, are we OK here, I mean, it's such a fabulous night ... yes, yes, I cried hurriedly, no-one will have seen you, we're quite ... my voice trailed off as I felt her lips gliding down to meet mine. She kissed me passionately, her mouth open wide, her tongue dancing around mine, enjoying the taste of her pussy still fresh in my mouth ... then you must slip off my panties, she breathed, her lips barely and inch from mine, and your blouse and your bra and ..."

"Oh Suzanne, this is almost too good, forgive me if I make myself come thinking of you and Cristabel."

"Don't apologise Ruby, I regularly masturbate to the memory of that night, a night I happily dedicated to Cristabel's pleasure knowing I would use it for my own for ever and a day afterwards - I did as she asked, slowly easing her panties down her long, blue-stockinged legs, swooning as the full potency of her fragrant come filled the air, moaning how very much I wanted her again while unbuttoning my blouse and letting it fall down my arms as I unclipped my bra, I swooned again as I felt her slim fingers spreading around my plump breasts, caressing me with more moving, loving grace than I had ever known ... as I said, you have a delicious bosom, she breathed huskily ... do I, I replied with a needy supplication ... of course you do, she smiled, quite the most delicious bosom in the whole room tonight, that's for sure, I wanted to tell you that all night long ... why didn't you? ... but I did! ... well, why didn't you sooner, I asked ... because, I don't really know, she replied, her confidence momentarily deserting her ... I wish you had, I whispered, I wish you'd told me when first we spoke, maybe told me also to go and take off my bra so that every time we brushed against each other you could feel my breasts naked beneath my blouse, just for you."

"Would you have done that, Suzanne?"

"God, yes, I would have done that and more for her, without argument, sometimes, when I miss her most, I wander my garden in just a skirt and blouse, no panties or bra, wishing she had told me to do that for her at that party, dreaming that every now and then, perhaps while sliding past me to get somewhere or other, she would have glided her fingers around my bottom, naked beneath my thin summer skirt, or even slipped her hand up inside my thighs to feel my slippery wetness a moment before leaving me yearning with agonizing frustration as I watched her walk away, licking my taste from her fingertips."

"Mmm, would you do that for me if we met?"

"Instantly, sweet Ruby, instantly, but you must understand, Cristabel took my heart first - took it and gave it a meaning it had lacked before she let her creamy pussy glide against my soft, plump bosom ... mmm, she sighed, this is what I really wanted to say ... what, I asked dumbly ... that I wanted to feel your delicious bosom naked between my thighs, against my pussy, your fabulous nipples teasing and pleasing me ... oh gosh, I sighed ... have you ever made a woman come with your nipples, she asked ... n-no, I allowed ... then you must do it twice tonight, she giggled, once with each."

"Mmm, and did she come?"

"Fabulously, beautifully, delicately, powerfully, ardently, thankfully, every-imaginable-ly ..." Suzanne replied proudly, "oh, even a writer can run out of words, it was simply a magnificent moment - slowly, gently, I massaged and manipulated my breasts and nipples to serve her pleasure, entering her when she needed that, rubbing her clitoris when that was what she asked for, pressing hard into her vulva, spreading her labia as she liked - such feelings alone would be memorable enough, but what made loving Cristabel so very special was the things she said, and the things she inspired me to say, tender, loving things, deliriously decadent and debauched things, followed by chaste and innocent things, followed by combinations of the two - she described with poetic delight how my nipple felt inside her while I confessed to wanting the moment to last for ever."

"And did it?"

"No, but it was replaced by another equally wonderful, erotic and exciting moment. As she came the second time - well, third, but second over my breasts - she suddenly became more animal, more demanding, more wanton ... mmm, Suzanne, she moaned, pulling me from the car, let me feel your pussy against mine. Hurriedly I unfastened my skirt and pushed down my panties, stepping from each to stand naked but for my stockings in the moonlight on my driveway with a beauty I already knew would be mine just for that night. I knew I had to exploit the moment to the full, enjoy everything Cristabel let me have. With an urgency that was incredibly exciting she rubbed her creamy, juicy pussy against mine, her lips spread across mine, her clitoris tight against mine, her come oozing down my vulva, her words demanding that I reciprocate."

"Oh gosh," Ruby typed one-handed, "I think I'm going to come."

"I did," Suzanne admitted simply, "hard and hot, my juices trickling down my thighs and Cristabel's thighs like rain on a windowpane ... mmm, she moaned into my ear, do you always come so much? ... no, I accepted, but tonight, with you, I could come forever ... could you? she asked with a beauteous smile lighting up her face, do it then, she giggled while turning to lean across the still warm bonnet of her car, make yourself come over my bottom."

"Oh wow!"

"Wow indeed, it was all I could do at first to stop myself coming, I wanted her to think me a sophisticated lover, not a girl who cannot control her horniness - I squeezed and twisted my clitoris into order before leaning up tight against her, my knuckles pressed between her gorgeous round and firm buttocks, the sharpest knuckle finding the sticky, bitter hotness of her most intimate hole - how she liked that! ... mmm, you delicious dirty thing Suzanne, she sighed in her delightfully plumy voice, playing with a girl's little chocolaty secret, do you want me there? ... y-yes, I confessed ... do you want to play with me there while you masturbate? ... oh yes, please, I sighed ... naughty, dirty Suzanne, she chided, driving me more and more insensible with desire, wanting Cristabel's bottom, wanting to feel her and excite her and come over her - and then kiss her and lick her and taste her - do you want to do that to me Suzanne, she breathed ... oh yes, oh please yes, I moaned, my pussy already frothing around my fingertips, let me do that for you, let me lick my come from your bottom, slide my tongue deep inside you ... and make me come there?, Cristabel moaned, her desire now every bit as great as mine ... oh yes, I cried, closing in on a fabulously deep vaginal climax while dreaming of licking her bottom till she came there, just for me ... oh god, she moaned as my knuckle twisted against her tight crinkly crater, this is so good Suzanne, god yes, she cried as my orgasm burst between her fabulous buttocks."

"God, I'm coming, oh Suzanne, I'm coming so much," Ruby gushed.

"I wish I was there with you," Suzanne replied plaintively.

"Would you let me come over you bottom?"

"Of course, and my breasts and my thighs and ... oh Ruby, keep coming for me."

"While you tell me more about Cristabel?"

"Of course, sweetie, I can't stop now - oh baby, it was so gorgeously dissolute, I came like I'd never come before, so hot and creamy, my come seemed to ooze like lava between Cristabel's buttocks, my scent mingling with hers ... mmm, that felt so good, she whispered ... c-can I lick you there now?, I asked ... do you still want to?, she teased ... god yes, I sighed ... tell me what you want to do to me, she breathed temptingly ... oh Cristabel, I sighed, I want to caress your lovely bottom and breathe in your scent while I lick my come from you and then push my tongue inside you, tasting and tempting you, exciting you, opening you, making you want my tongue deep inside you ... oh baby, she sighed, I do, I do ... and I want you to come, all thick and treacly and bitter and chocolaty into my mouth, I moaned while falling to my knees, snagging my stockings on the gravel, but such things did not matter at all, all I could think about, all I wanted was the taste of Cristabel's gorgeous bottom on my tongue."

"Had you done that with any other woman?"

"No, not before nor since, but at the time, in my excited lust, it seemed the most natural and beautiful thing to do - and it was, it was wonderful, glorious, sexy beyond words, I licked my creamy come from her bottom and then, slowly, seductively, began to run my tongue up and down between her buttocks, pressing deep into her, lingering every time I touched her crinkly hole, running the tip of my tongue around that sweet little crater again and again until I felt it loosen, felt it open slightly - breathing her delicious smell I forced my tongue into her, feeling her sphincter closing against me at first I pushed harder until she relaxed, submitted to her lust and my own - and then, with my lips kissing her tight hole passionately I licked deep inside her for minute after minute, adoring the soft gentle sound of her moaning pleasure as I did so."

"And did she come?" Ruby asked, her own orgasm still fizzing inside her.

"Oh yes, wonderfully so," Suzanne replied, "a taste like honey flavoured with molasses spread over my tongue while she cried out with rude appreciation ... oh god, she cried, this is so naughty, so dirty, I love it, don't stop ... of course, I didn't want to stop, I continued to lick her and kiss her there for several minutes, feeling the pattern of her throbbing anal climax quickening, then slowing, then pulsing gently ... oh this is so good, she sighed, so heavenly, so delicious, oh Suzanne, you dirty bitch, you've made me come like no-one ever has ... oh what joy, to hear those words, I would happily have died there and then, such was my elation - I drove my tongue deep inside her once more, longing to stay with her forever ... oh that's beautiful, she sighed, oh yes - oh god, no, oh Suzanne, stop angel, I want to pee ... do it, I moaned, just dragging my tongue out far enough to form the words ... what, my sweet, she moaned, can I? ... yes, please, I cried, my tongue reluctantly free from her treacly hole ... god, she moaned, knowingly lifting her bottom a few inches, give me your tongue again then baby, quick, quick."

"Oh my, I think I'm going to come again," Ruby confessed, "oh Suzanne, this is too good, my pussy is so sore yet so wanton, I just can't stop."

"Keep doing it Ruby, make yourself come again and imagine how wonderful I felt as the first spray of her pee danced against my bosom - please Cristabel, I moaned, my tongue quivering near her syrupy hole, please do it, I want you to, oh how I want you to - at which point that first fine spray burst into a sweet, warm and lemony fountain, cascading over my breasts and down onto my thighs, soaking my stockings, soaking my bush and trickling into my pussy ... oh Suzanne, I'm so sorry, she cried ... no, it's beautiful, I moaned, pulling my tongue from her bottom to cleanse it and please it in the warm stream of her pee - oh my, I sighed, opening my mouth wide to drink her while rubbing my soaked breasts with my eager hands ... oh Suzanne, this is so wonderful, I think I'm going to come - do you want to come? ... the suggestion was irresistible, as her fountain slowed I rushed my hand down between my thighs and masturbated urgently, vigorously, mixing her pee with my lust - oh Ruby, it was so dirty, so intense, so loving, so sincere, I came in no time and as I did, as her pee slowed to a trickle, so I let myself go, forcing a hot stream across my fingers into and fizzing pool between my legs."

Ruby let the screen remain still for a while, sensing that Suzanne would want to stay lost in her memory for while. Eventually, her screen flickered back into life: 

"Are you still there Ruby?"

"Yes, I just ... I felt perhaps you needed to be alone a moment," Ruby typed, her kindness just about overcoming her intense jealousy for the joy Suzanna had found with the young woman she loved so deeply, more deeply now than ever.

"How thoughtful, thank you," Suzanne replied, "as I guess you could tell, my night with Cristabel is a very special memory."

"Did you never see her again?"

"No, I mean, she stayed the night - we showered together and slept naked together, but we didn't make love any more, I guess we were both sated, though I so wish now we had ... perhaps we would have if she'd told me sooner."

"Told you what?" Ruby asked, knowing the answer.

"That she was leaving for Australia the next day."

"And when was this?"

"Just over two years ago ..."

... concluded in Trigynia 3: Lady Sappho revealed 



Trigynia 03



Lady Sappho revealed

... concluding the Trigynia Trilogy

Ruby felt elated and sated as she closed her IM link with Suzanne. She had come more times than she could remember - and with more power and passion than she had ever known. The feeling that she had, for the first time in her life, made another woman come was so warming she thought nothing of wandering the house completely naked, her mind reliving every moment with Suzanne. The knowledge that she had made herself come for another woman made her blush, but with pride and joy - she felt not a trace of disquiet for all the sexy, intimate and occasionally dirty things she had thought and said. On the contrary, as she opened the French windows in the lounge to let the cooling autumn air caress her nude body, she felt shamelessly pleased with herself for having undressed so willingly for Suzanne, and more so for having offered herself so openly to her e-lover's every suggestion and desire, and more so still for surrendering so easily to the fantasies they wove together, of masturbating for each other in Starbucks, making love together in a changing room with the door flung open, licking the come from each other's panties. But what elated her most was the feeling that she had discovered a window into Cristabel's secret world.

"Oh Cristabel," she sighed to her empty garden, "let me be your next Suzanne, let me kiss you and lick you again and again, make you come again and again, into my mouth, over my breasts, against my thighs ... oh, heaven," she breathed, her hands gently caressing her soft breasts, her nipples chilled and hard with desire between her fingers, "oh god", she sighed, "I want her so much ... oh to come against her, come over her beautiful bottom and then kiss her and lick her there ... oh god, please," she moaned, her fingers now dancing between her tender and swollen labia once more, "please let me be with her, just once, let me kiss her like Suzanne did, make her bottom come creamy and syrupy into my mouth and then masturbate while she pees over my breasts, my thighs, my pussy ... and then ... on no," hurriedly, she ran to the downstairs bathroom, sitting down just in time and then finding the lust within herself to hold her fingers in the stream, feel the warm, musky water running down into her palm.

After a long shower to clean her body and calm her mind Ruby dressed and started to prepare a meal for her and Dominic. She was, as always, pleased when he arrived home, pleased to share time with him, hear about his day and just generally confirm that the secret little world she had been exploring was not going to have any effect on her relationship with the man she had loved for approaching thirty years. She went to bed contented, her mind free of lust for Suzanne and Cristabel. Nothing woke her until Dominic kissed her forehead to say he was off to the surgery. She smiled tenderly as he left the room, by the time she heard the front door close her mind was once again absorbed with and obsessed with Cristabel. She threw off the covers and explored her naked body with her eyes, "oh my darling Cristabel," she moaned, "how I would love to lie naked like this in front of you." 

Excited by the last thought she had had before her shower the previous evening, she threw on a gown and skipped downstairs to the study, opened up the link to Literotica and searched for Lady Sappho. "Found you, my sweet," she smiled on scanning a list of stories. At first she could not see the one Suzanne had mentioned, Dans L'Intimité, but guessed by the description for 'Sapphic Liaisons 2' that that was it. 

As soon as she started reading Ruby felt more certain than ever that the authoress who had so enflamed, used and rewarded Suzanne, was her very own Cristabel. All the coincidences had told her it had to be, but the flowing confidence of the writing and the location of the story in Oxford was the final confirmation she needed. She read the story through slowly, delighting in every subtle phrase, every erotic hook, every sensual detail. As she read she felt a warm, glowing sense of arousal easing through her body, like an inner caress. She felt herself transported into the story, into the lingerie boutique, inside the rapturous mind of the lucky Augusta. As intoxicating as the story was she resisted the calling temptation of her body, determining to read and enjoy the story in full before enjoying her own desires fully. Gradually, as the story unfolded, as the characters developed, she realized that the model, Jane, was Cristabel herself - a few descriptive differences could not mask the tender personality of the girl. "Oh you sweet, sweet thing," she breathed delightedly, "I really have found you." 

Generously, Ruby felt nothing but delight for Augusta. Of course, a small part of her was jealous to know that she, like Suzanne, had tasted and been tasted by the young woman she wanted more than anything in the world, but it was a benign jealousy, born of nothing but a heartfelt desire to give herself to Cristabel some day soon. 

On finishing Dans L'Intimité Ruby got up and walked calmly back upstairs, let her gown slip from her shoulders and made love to herself on the bed, dreaming that there would come a day when she would do the same with Cristabel watching her. 

Temporarily sated she dressed in a casual tweed skirt and unexceptional cardigan, over a see-through black lace bra, matching knickers and black silk hold-ups. Her mind absorbed but calm she went back downstairs, drank a tall glass of orange juice and walked out in the early morning freshness, adoring the feel of the breeze teasing her most sensitive parts through the loose weave of her skirt and cardigan and the thinness of her lace underwear. She bought a paper, took coffee and a croissant in the little cake shop - it wasn't Starbucks, nor would it ever employ a waitress pretty enough to risk being openly dirty for - but the coffee was good. 

As she walked back into her driveway Ruby wondered whether she could ever have been as bold as Suzanne and Cristabel. By the sounds of it, the situations of their houses was quite different - Ruby's front garden was completely open to the peering eyes of half-a-dozen neighbours. But so what, isn't the whole point of making love in the open air that one might be seen? "Of course I couldn't," she thought to herself, "I have a reputation ... and somewhere just as good and infinitely safer."

Back at her computer Ruby began to read through more of Lady Sappho's work, enjoying first the riotous lesbian orgy of Erinna's Garden (Sapphic Liaisons 4) and then the subtle, erotic seduction of Flagrante (Astronomy 2). Then, her whole body tingling with desire for the delectable Lady Sappho, she went back into IM to re-read Suzanne's gorgeously subtle yet open description of her night with the young Cristabel. She smiled vivaciously at the casual unbuttoning of Suzanne's blouse, whispering "you know I want that too" while imagining the young woman's fingers unbuttoning her cardigan and then slipping inside to caress her breasts through the lacy cups of her bra, "so much."

As she reached the line where she confessed to stroking her pussy she blushed slightly, knowing that her thoughts by that time were exclusively focused on Cristabel, on the idea of her and Cristabel. Re-reading Suzanne's lovely confession of having wanted to wander the party naked and free beneath her blouse and skirt - so that Cristabel might feel and smell her body whenever she was near - Ruby replayed the thought that had filled her head at the time: an image of herself, in a similar state, observing Cristabel's teaching from the back of a classroom, scheming a chance encounter through which she could prove the depth of her desire for her young teacher. 

"Shall I do that for you now my angel," she whispered, "oh Cristabel, what would you think, what would you do if you called round and found me dressed all demurely for that first impression, but wantonly nude beneath for later submission?" 

Not waiting for her own answer Ruby skilfully slipped the her bra off, down through the sleeve of her cardigan and then lifted her bottom off the chair to slip off her knickers, which she held to her nose for a moment, breathing her scent before smearing the traces of her creamy goo over her lips. 

"Mmm, my darling, will you let me lick the come from your panties before insisting that I please your pussy with my plump bosom and hard nipples?"

Ruby could hold onto her calm restraint no longer as she re-read Cristabel's words, as recorded by Suzanne - 'make yourself come over my bottom'. 

"Oh yes, angel, yes, a thousands times anytime", she cried, sliding her hand up between her smooth thighs to find her hot and impatient sex. "Oh god, Cristabel," she moaned, "make me do it for you ... let me do it for you in my room, after school, when everyone else is gone, let me press my pussy against you and come just like Suzanne ... yes," she breathed excitedly while squeezing her plump and hungry clitoris, "oh I love masturbating for you my darling, love squeezing and pleasing my beautiful bud for you, making her flower just for you ... mmm, can I rub myself against your bottom angel? ... smell your bitter-sweetness while I make myself come? ... oh god," she cried as she neared orgasm, "god, I want you more than ever, I want you to lie over my desk, pull down your panties and let me kiss your silky stockings, your creamy thighs, your beautiful buttocks ... oh yes," she panted, her climax starting to burst deep inside her, "and then I'll lick your bottom and then your pussy and then your bottom again, hour after hour, making you come again and again and ... oh god Cristabel I want you so much, want to taste all your secrets ... mmm, you make me want to come so much, feel my pussy baby, feel how wet and creamy she is for you ... yes, your naughty Headmistress is coming just for you ... oh angel," she moaned as her breathing eased, "I am so yours, take me whenever you want me ..."

"Who can that be?" Ruby sighed petulantly as the ringing telephone interrupted the afterglow of her latest fantasy love with Cristabel. Her respectability and her duty would not allow her to ignore what might be a call about some village affair, or related to Dominic's practice, or concerning St Cecilia's. "Yes," she answered neutrally.

"Ruby?"

"Cristabel!" she chimed, excited beyond measure, "oh you sweet thing, I was just thinking about you."

"Really - nice, I hope, I mean, I think I've settled in at the school now, I'm sure I'll ..."

"Cristabel," Ruby sang benevolently, "you have settled wonderfully and we all think you are just perfect for St Cecilia's ... while I ..."

"Yes?" I breathed with just a touch of exploratory tease.

"I think you are quite the best thing to happen to the school in ages," she replied, without missing a beat. "Now, to what do I owe this pleasure?" 

Of course, at the time I knew nothing - well, OK, I kind of suspected she had a bit of a thing for me, but one is never sure until one is sure - but, while I had no good reason for suspecting half the meaning she put into that simple word 'pleasure', I was sensible enough to notice the way the word died into a husky sigh. So, I teased some more: 

"Well, I hope this is a 'pleasure' you can't refuse - I was wondering if we could spend a little time planning my class' lessons for the second half of term ..."

"Of course," she interrupted. 

"Yes, good and, er, do you usually do anything for St Cecelia's day?"

"Not really," she replied, "why?"

"Well, I just thought that perhaps we could try to get the children, like each different class, to get a piece of music ready ..."

"Yes, er, why?"

"St Cecelia - she's the patron saint of musicians," I pointed out with more exasperation than I intended.

"Oh yes, of course," Ruby replied a little sheepishly, "guess we're not as up with our saint as we ought to be."

"Yes, well," I chided, "so, what do you think?"

"I think it's a lovely idea Cristabel," Ruby replied, her mind desperate for the confidence and idea to turn my call to the advantage she so wantonly craved. By chance, I gave her that. 

"So, shall we meet up for a coffee, or something?"

"Today?"

"Yes, that is, if you're not doing anything?"

"Hold on," she replied with a refreshed girlishness, "let me just check with my social secretary ... no, seems you're in luck Cristabel."

"Superb ... where shall we go?"

"Er, why don't you come here?" she replied casually, "I've got good coffee, comfy sofas and, if you want it, a piano at the end of the garden."

"Really, how cool," I replied, "just one problem though ..."

"What?"

"I've no idea where you live!"

She told me and I drove round there straightaway, took me about twenty minutes. As I drove my old MX5 onto the driveway she opened the door to greet me, a knowing kind of smile on her lips as she examined the car.

"Nice," she smiled, "have you had it long?"

"Er, yes, actually, Daddy bought it for my 21st," I replied, trying hard not to sound like a spoilt little rich girl.

"Lucky thing, did you take it to Australia?"

"Oh no, well, no point really, it was cheaper to ..."

"Buy one out there?"

"Er, yes," I admitted sheepishly, "I let my little sister take this up to Oxford ..."

"I didn't know you had a sister."

"No? - guess it never came up ... she's not like me, I mean she's really pretty and much much cleverer ..."

"Prettier than you Cristabel," Ruby smiled, "she can't be!"

"But she is," I insisted honestly. 

"No, I can't believe it," Ruby smiled with such a kindly openness that I realized it was foolish to argue. Besides, a girl should never argue against a compliment, however misplaced. "Come on, come inside, I've got the coffee on."

Hers was a nice and very well kept house, all neutral colours, modern furniture and no clutter. I liked it, it suited her, she looked good in it. She also, I couldn't help but notice, looked radiantly good in a plainly cut knee-length tweed skirt and simple, nut-brown cardigan. Somehow, both seemed to caress, not just dress, her body, accentuating the curve of her hips, the firmness of her thighs and the fullness of her bosom. In fact, the more I looked at her the more I had to fight away the thought that she wasn't wearing any underwear; then, as she turned to pour the coffee, the gentle wave with which her breasts seemed to flow beneath her cardigan brought the thought flying back. But why not, I reasoned, she's on holiday, she's in her own home, why shouldn't she feel relaxed ... save a bit of me couldn't help wondering whether she consciously chose not to put any underwear on after inviting me round, or took it off after doing so. I blushed.

"There," she said, placing an expensive white mug of deliciously strong coffee in front of me, "first the coffee, now the chat ... what's in your mind?"

Should I tell her the truth?, did I dare - well, yes, actually, I generally don't lack for confidence if the signs are all pointing the same way, and they did seem to be; but then again, she was my boss, she was married, she was respectable and she was so naturally open that one could easy mistake a casual gesture for something more enticing. So I settled for a carefully phrased: 

"Well, if you want the complete truth Ruby I was thinking how much that cardigan and skirt seems to suit you."

"This, but it's just something old I hadn't worn for a while," she replied. 

Had I offended her by praising something she didn't think was the least flattering?, but surely, she would have changed if she really felt she was wearing something horrid when I called. 

"Well, even so," I dared, "it hangs really nicely on you, I mean, the cardigan especially seems to, I don't know, kind of flow over you."

"That's nice of you," she replied while lowering her eyes shyly. 

Maybe I was right, I thought, how lovely. Even so, I was careful not to jump to any beguiling but false assumptions, nor to let the moment dissipate without trace. 

"Still, I guess the whole point of half-terms is for us to relax a little, rejuvenate the spirit, and you certainly look as though you've been hogging first row all week at the fountain of youth!"

"Cristabel!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining her delight in my flattery even if her voice tried to pretend otherwise, "you're teasing me."

"Not at all, Ruby, not one teeny bit ... you look great - now," I continued, breezing into work mode before she had the chance to say something silly that might weaken the effect of my sweet talking, "can I tell you about my music idea?"

For the next twenty minutes or so we chatted teacher-chat, working up ideas for keeping the long half-term through to Christmas fresh and interesting, knowing that by mid-November the children would already be dreaming of new toys, new games, new whatevers. Ruby seemed genuinely enthused by the idea of something for the whole school to focus on before their minds turned to Carols and parties, all the more so actually once I'd admitted that 22 November is my birthday. Soon, we were plotting a concert for St Cecelia, convincing ourselves that the children would love it, the staff more so and the parents more so still. "Oh yes," she cried excitedly at one point while refilling my mug with more of her delicious coffee, "we'll even make some money to spend on the children's Christmas!" 

She asked me what more I knew about St Cecelia, which wasn't much besides her date and her connection to music. "We need Butler's Lives of the Saints," I suggested. 

"Of course," she replied, "d'you know, I think we've got a copy somewhere in the study." 

"Great," I said, "let's get it."

So, we got up and I followed her back through the hall. "Oh, no," she said seemingly agitated by something.

"What?" I asked.

"I-I-er," she stuttered, giving me the - false, of course - impression she had no idea where the book was and didn't want to waste my time.

"Come on," I said, assuming the door we were stood outside led to her study, "we'll find it." 

Well of course, I noticed the black knickers on the desk next to her computer straightaway, and the abandoned bra hanging from the chair, light seeping through the lace. I said nothing but thought lots. So, I had been right, she was nude beneath her cardigan and skirt, but why, I wondered, what's her story and what does it mean for me? I wasn't being immodest, I'm really not like that, but no matter the reason why her underwear was lying on her desk, the fact was she had chosen not to put it back on before I arrived. 

"I think the book's down here," she said hurriedly, dragging me down to the far end of the room. I thought, at first, it was just a rouse, that she had noticed me noticing and was embarrassed. But actually, she found the book in no time and with amazing calm read out the full entry on St Cecelia. 

"Well, so now we know," I smiled. 

"Yes," she said, suddenly pensive again, "Cristabel," she whispered, her voice husky with what I instantly recognized as nervous passion.

"Yes," I replied simply, my eyes suddenly hypnotized by the longing I saw in hers.

"Can I tell you why?"

"Why what," I breathed encouragingly.

"I think you know," she said enigmatically, but of course, by now, I did, "I, er, met a friend of yours ..."

"Really?" I replied in surprise.

"Well, when I say 'met' I mean sort of met, met sort of virtually ..."

"Who?" I asked, not following her rather impenetrable digression, save, of course, it wasn't a digression at all.

"Suzanne."

"Suzanne?" I repeated, not to tease, simply because I have known a few Sues, Susans and Suzannes, though I confess the thought that she might mean the Suzanne she did mean was already exciting me ... and making me just a tad ashamed, actually. The hour she and I spent making love on her driveway was one of the most fabulous of my life. I had never been so demanding, certainly not of an older woman. The flings I had had with girls at school and in college, satisfying or not, had always been quite equal, in a rather competitive way - each trying to convince herself she had the deepest, longest, most profound orgasm. But with more complete, more emotionally literate women, women who really know how to seduce me and make love to me - women like Stephanie and Isabella - I had always been happily and contented compliant and, curious though it may sound, chaste. I guess, therefore, there had just been something in the air that night, something in the stars. I was twenty-five, had just got married, was about to go and live in Australia ... and, like girls do, I just wanted to have some fun. 




Trigynia 03



But there was more to it than that - there was something about Suzanne that encouraged and brought out the lust and passion in me that, mostly, I had only ever unleashed alone. She wasn't beautiful in the conventional sense, which was perhaps why she didn't attract more attention at that party. But from the moment I met her I just felt a sensual, sexual beauty burning inside her. Of course, I had got a sense of her before, through e-mail and IM chatter, but you cannot know the real woman until you ... well, have the time to know her properly, I guess. And the instant she asked if I had far to travel I knew I just had to make that time. Truth was, I had intended calling up Stephanie, but even though I knew I wouldn't see one of my fondest loves again till I returned from Australia, the look in Suzanne's eyes and the thought of her softly curvaceous body hidden beneath her elegant silk blouse and skirt consumed me. Sometimes I blush at the audacity with which I casually unbuttoned her blouse, there with any number of people watching; then again, I love the fact that, in that same moment, all those watching realized just what a delicious and delectable woman it was they had missed and I would have. And, of course, I know now how that simple presumptive act bought me her willing submission and complete devotion for the night. It is for that reason that I sometimes feel bad for never having contacted her again, to thank her for the pleasure she gave me - but we both have the memory to cherish. And now, similarly audacious and presumptive thoughts were dancing in my mind. Ruby might be my Headmistress, but right there I just knew she wanted to be my monitor, my maid, my muse, my novice ... and my liberator, freeing me to use her and enjoy her at my will. 

"Yes, Suzanne," Ruby repeated, "oh Cristabel," she sighed with such a spirit of desire that my heart leapt, "I so love your stories."

"How ...?" I started to ask, before realizing how foolish and pointless the question was. "Suzanne ...?"

"Yes ...she loves you very much, you know."

"Does she, I ..." I replied, the guilt of my carelessness making me a little coy. 

"Very much, I could tell," she smiled, "you should go visit her again."

"Should I?" I replied coquettishly, "do you want me to Ruby?"

"Yes ..." she breathed hesitantly, a slight moistness in her eyes betraying both her desire for me and her jealousy of Suzanne, "... sometime," she whispered insecurely. 

"How did you meet her?"

"I ... er ..." she stuttered bashfully, "I read one of her stories ..."

"I see," I smiled knowingly.

"I've been ... I've been finding out something about myself." 

"That's good, Ruby," I replied warmly, conscious now of the need to help her find the confidence to feel proud of her feelings.

"Oh Cristabel," she suddenly cried, her voice trembling, "I think I've fallen in love with you."

"With me?" I breathed encouraging, my spirit uplifted by the poignancy and genuineness of her confession, "oh Ruby, that's so sweet ... but I don't quite see why ..."

"Why I went looking for stories? ... oh, lots of reasons -- because ... because I felt guilty thinking about you so much ..."

"Guilty?"

"Yes, I mean, how could you know you would arouse such ... such desire and passion within me ..."

"Oh Ruby," I sighed, taking a step towards her and gently laying my hand against her arm, "what can I say?"

"I know," she replied sadly, "it was foolish of me to think that you would ... that's why ..."

"Ruby," I interrupted, "you're wrong - I'm flattered, I'm delighted, I'm excited ..." I babbled while stroking her arm tenderly, "I want you," I whispered seductively and honestly. I wanted her so very much I started to tremble. 

"Do you ... do you really?" she sobbed slightly, while pressing her hand hard against mine. I nodded, just a little shyly. "Oh Cristabel, you don't know how often I have dreamed and fantasized about this, about you, never believing you would ... but the thought of you helped me realize something ... something about myself."

"That I'm not the only girl you want," I teased. 

"What! - god no, Cristabel, no, I don't want anyone but you - I mean, really, properly, physically want, I've never done this ... never even really thought of myself as ..."

"... but you do now?"

"Yes," she whispered, a sweet, almost naïve smile on her lips, "yes, I do ... oh I'm sure it must sound silly to you, but it wasn't until I found the confidence to read, no, it was more than that, the confidence to let myself look for and read Suzanne's story ... I just happened to find hers first," she added hurriedly, in case I felt offended at her not starting with my work.

"Which one?" I asked. 

"The Rector's Wife, do you know it?" 

I nodded. In truth, that story was half mine, in as much as it came from some ideas Suzanne and I bounced around through our e-mail chat. But, credit to her for carrying it off with such invention and eroticism.

"Yours are so much more sensual and erotic," she smiled, tightening her grip on my hand, "but without Suzanne I might never have found them ... and it was her story that helped me appreciate that my feelings for you were not so very unusual ... not that I was in any way ashamed," she added, looking at me with a lovely combination of dignified desire and demure shyness, "I mean, I have found so much pleasure thinking of you ..." Instinctively I looked over my shoulder to her discarded underwear. "See, I said you knew," she giggled.

I squeezed her arm tenderly once more while sliding my other hand up the outside of her skirt, tracing the curve of her upper thigh to her hip. 

"You know," I smiled, "I was actually wondering, while you were making the coffee, whether the reason you looked so good in such a simple skirt and cardigan was that you were nude beneath - did you see me blush when you turned round to pour?" 

"No!" she exclaimed girlishly, adding with slight concern "is it so very obvious?"

"No," I breathed reassuringly, while caressing her hip, "I mean, you hardly look indecent ... but I did notice something different about you as soon as I arrive, something more relaxed, something ..." I leaned forward to whisper in her ear: "sexier," before kissing her lightly on the cheek. 

"Oh my god," she sighed.

"Can we go somewhere?" I breathed huskily, "like your bed?"

"Yes ... no," she breathed, "no, there's somewhere else ..."

"Wherever," I cooed, my hand sliding up her cardigan, my thumb brushing the soft curvature of her breast.

"Oh I want this so much," she sighed, "I was thinking of you ... of this," she smiled shyly, "just before you rang."

"Just thinking?" I teased.

"No," she blushed, "no Cristabel, not just thinking ... thinking and longing and dreaming and ..." her voice trailed off a moment before adding in a barely audible breath: "masturbating."

"How sexy," I smiled, my hand now caressing her lovely full, round breast, "reading one of my stories?"

"No," she replied, "well, actually, I did that earlier."

"Honest?" I exclaimed, just beginning to get the full sense of her passion.

"Dans L'Intimité," she answered to my unasked question, "oh Cristabel, it was quite delicious ..."

"The story ...? or ..." I teased.

"Both!" she smiled, "gosh, what must you think of me, but ..." she cooed, taking a deep breath, "after I read your story I went up to my room, lay on the bed completely naked and took myself to the most wonderful orgasm, part longing to be Augusta, part wishing you were there to watch me," she finished hurriedly, nervously.

"Wow!" I sighed.

"Are you horrified?"

"No, no, of course not Ruby ... I'm honoured, truly."

"Oh Cristabel," she sighed plaintively, dragging my hand from her arm to caress her other breast, "do you really want me ... want to make love with me?"

"More and more," I replied honestly, adoring the feel of her full plump bosom. 

"This is like a dream ... I can't tell how much I've been thinking about you, hungry erotic thoughts, wanton shameless longings ..."

"Where can we go?" I whispered.

"To my den," she replied, her voice husky with desire, "at the end of the garden - it's so warm and private down there, we can ..."

"Yes," I sighed, pushing my pussy against hers.

"We can do whatever you want, you don't have to be gentle with me, I'll do whatever you ask me to ... oh my god, when I re-read about you and Suzanne ..."

"What!" I exclaimed, dropping my hands from Ruby's breasts, "has she written about that?"

"No, no ..." Ruby replied soothingly, desperate to calm me and reignite the desire she so longed me to have for her, "or rather, not as a story but ..."

"Yes," I snapped irritably.

"Like I said, she loves you Cristabel, loves you very much, I can tell ... she mentioned you as another writer after she and I ..."

"Yes," I replied, my irritation turning to jealousy.

"Yesterday she and I ... er ... chatted together ..."

"I can imagine!"

"She was very kind," she insisted, offering a defence of Suzanne that, on reflection, I knew she well deserved.

"Sorry," I whispered.

"Chatting to her helped me, helped me a lot Cristabel ... helped me release and explore the very depth of my desires ... then, just as we were kind of coming to an end, she recommended that I read your stories."

"What, just like that?" I said disbelievingly.

"Well, no ..." she said slowly, "you see, during our little, er, chat ... no, no," she cried, "of course it was more than a little 'chat', you know that - she helped me explore some gorgeous fantasies Cristabel, during which I found this yearning to kiss and lick her - or at least, another woman - not just until she came but until she was so aroused, so relaxed, so decadent that she ..." her voice hushed to a barely audible whisper, "wanted to pee over me ..."

"And Suzanne told you ..."

"About the night you had with her, on her driveway ... save of course, she had no idea I knew you, no idea that the mere mention of your name would excite me so, that the simplest description of you would warm my soul as much as it inflamed my jealousy, yes ..." she continued, determinedly while lifting my hands back to her bosom - I did not resist. "I envied her, envied her hugely ... whilst at the same time feeling glad for her, her telling of her night with you Cristabel was so tender, so loving, so aching at times, that I also felt happy that she had enjoyed one moment of such fulfilling bliss as to make the rest of her life a joy ..."

I looked deeply into her eyes, finding just a hint of tears glistening on top of their loving radiance. I kissed her lightly on her paused lips before leaning back to let her finish. 

"... and this morning, after I had read Dans L'Intimité and made love to myself thinking about you, I re-read what she wrote, seeing even more clearly how much she had loved you then and loves you still, seeing a beauty in the way she wanted nothing other than a chance to please you, seeing through her the depth of my own desire for you. Did you know that her only regret is that she didn't wander that party nude beneath her skirt and blouse so that every time you brushed against her you would have felt her warm breasts and soft buttocks waiting just for you?"

"Oh yes," I blushed, ashamed at my previous forgetfulness for the devotion Suzanne showed me and my rush of anger a moment earlier at the thought she might have betrayed that devotion by telling anyone and everyone about 'The Night I Had Lady Sappho'. But she hadn't, on the contrary, what she had done was lead Ruby first to a state of similar devotion and now into my arms. I caressed my Headmistress' gorgeous breasts more intimately, gliding my thumbs across her hardening nipples.

"Mmm, that's nice," Ruby sighed, "... and, what was it, intuition, sixth sense, destiny, whatever, when I re-read Suzanne's longing regret I was suddenly consumed once more with desire for you - oh my, you would have been shocked if you'd seen me, I'm sure, but for a few minutes I cared about nothing but you. I took off my bra and my knickers - well, you've seen!" she giggled, "and masturbated so freely, so wildly, so beautifully - it was heavenly, I came wanting you so, wanting to do all the things for you Suzanne did, wanting you to do all the things to me you did to her, wanting you to ... unbutton my cardigan Cristabel ..." 

I smiled, recognizing instantly the allusion to the start of my night of love on the driveway with Suzanne. As then, I unfastened the top three buttons, slipping my fingers down against the warm softness of her breasts while continuing to rub her nipples with my thumbs. 

"No, all of them," she breathed desirously.

With eager acquiescence I did as she asked, sighing longingly with my first sight of her gorgeous bosom. 

"Oh yes," she sighed as my hands slipped around the perfect, plump roundness of her breasts, admiring their soft plumpness, wanting her hard dark nipples, wanting to lick her puckered aureole and nibble her proud crinkly teat. "Oh, I've wanted this so much," she moaned, "so much ... oh, my, this feels so right ... come on, I can't let you go now, let's go down to my den."

With confidence now in her sexuality and my desire she led me by the hand, out through a door from the study onto a terrace, showing not a trace of interest in any danger that she might be seen semi-nude and hand-in-hand with such an obviously easy and degenerate young woman as me. Am I those things? No, of course not, but from a neighbour's point of view, the sight of an erstwhile respectable woman already half-undressed with an unknown young woman in a short navy skirt, tight white blouse and girly white socks could not be anything other than shocking. Who cares? We walked briskly - never rushing, but without wanting to risk a cooling in our passion - down a long wide lawn to a summer house tucked in a small copse of elms. Neither of us spoke, we didn't need words to confirm with any greater certainty how much we wanted each other. She pushed open the double doors and led me into a lovely light, warm and airy space, two creamy-coloured couches, each covered with an eclectic collection of coloured cushions and throws, positioned either side of an exotic bamboo table. Oddly, yet oddly inconspicuous, an old upright piano stood against the far wall - the connection to the piano motif in Suzanne's Rector's Wife was obvious to us both. 

Taking the lead now I steered Ruby towards the piano and then sat on the stool, facing her, back to the keys which I casually crushed with my elbows to form a pair of disharmonious chords. We both laughed lightly, after which Ruby stood slightly awkwardly, waiting for me to command her, teach her, accept her unspoken offer of the same devotion and more I had enjoyed from Suzanne. I let her suffer for a few moments longer before easing my feet wide apart, letting my thighs fall apart, letting my short skirt ride indecently high. With remarkable self-control, her class and bearing struggling with aching desire, she stared unblinkingly into my eyes while so obviously wanting to let her gaze swim up my thighs to the tightness of my white cotton panties. 

"Ruby," I whispered seductively, "kiss me."

With a wonderfully debauched confidence she knelt between my feet and began to kiss my naked thighs softly, gently, continuously. Delicate kiss after delicate kiss grazed my skin, her lips alternating from one soft thigh to the other, each kiss slightly nearer my pussy than the last. I sighed, both in expectation and with the memory of the first touch of Suzanne's lips against my panties. She had been such a dedicated lover, her irrepressible tongue licking me through the fragile filigree of lace till I came superbly. Yet, there had also been something a little unrefined, a little animal about her - her overexcitement provoking an impulsively desperate desire to pull down my panties as soon as possible. In contrast, despite her inexperience, Ruby was gracious and refined. Wanting to enjoy her as much as she wanted me I pulled my short skirt up above the top of my panties, leaned back against the piano and luxuriated in the attentive love she made to my sex through the quickly dampening cotton. She kissed and licked my pudenda with the devotion of a believer at the feet of a sainted goddess. Her tongue felt warm, wet and luscious as it ran up between my plump labia, tucking my panties into my vulva, licking the petals of my swollen bud. I moaned appreciatively, praising her lips and her tongue as they steered me ever closer to orgasm. I came deliciously, I came excitedly, I came joyously - jubilant for having rewarded Ruby's nervous dedication. 

"That was so good," I sighed honestly.

"Was it, was it really?" she whispered, her plaintive eyes staring longingly. 

"Yes, of course," I smiled, "wasn't it for you?"

"For me?" she asked, incredulous at my compassion, "oh Cristabel, I have never been happier, never been more excited, never felt more alive ..."

I lifted my bottom slightly off the stool and whispered: "Ruby, take off my panties." 

Her eyes sparkled as she undressed me with trembling hands. "Oh god," she sighed while gazing adoringly at my naked sex.

"Do you like my pussy?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh Cristabel," she breathed longingly before gently placing her soft lips between my open labia.

For the next ten minutes or so I closed my eyes and delighted in Ruby's loving touch, moaning appreciatively. Her tongue soothed and caressed every succulent inch of my labia and vulva, stopping occasionally to skip around my clitoris, keeping me on the cusp of a glorious climax for minute after minute. As she kissed and licked me, I gently ran my fingers through her brown hair, tracing along the silvery and golden threads. It was wonderful - I wanted to come and I wanted not to come, I wanted to let her know for sure the effect she was having on me but wanted equally to be sure she wouldn't stop. Her passionate moaning told me I needn't worry - she wanted only to serve me, endlessly. As I felt the first tremors of a second orgasm rising up near my diaphragm I slid forward a little on the stool, pressing my pussy harder against her mouth, opening my legs wider for her lust. Reciprocally, she opened her mouth wider, spreading her lips wide around the open wantonness of my gooey vulva, driving her tongue hard and deep inside me. Her upper lip seemed to coil around my swollen clitoris, her teeth nibbled around my succulent vagina, her tongue wriggled like a snake inside me. 

"Delicious ... oh god, you're good Ruby," I moaned, driving her on and on. Before the full force of my climax broke free I felt my vagina start to flow with sweet creamy juice, rewarding and nourishing Ruby's sensationally devoted tongue. I wanted her so much now, wanted to come for her so much. Like a tramp, I slid a little further forward, opening my legs wider still, like a slut. "Don't stop, Ruby," I begged, "please don't stop."

I had no need or reason to expect her to stop, to doubt her desire or her devotion. My whole body quivered as I came, my clitoris trembled against her lip, the inside of my sex shuddered against her tongue, my thighs vibrated against her. She moaned salaciously as I came, licking and lapping and drinking the gooey frothiness of my come. 

"Mmm, that was gorgeous," I cried, "so lovely ... mmm, oh that's so nice ..." I sighed, enjoying the continuing attention of Ruby's lips and tongue delicately kissing and licking me. "Oh god, yes," I moaned excitedly as she slowly eased her tongue from my vagina and slid it down to the sticky naughtiness of my bottom. "Mmm, oh Ruby, will you lick me there?" I begged, rolling back on my buttocks to offer myself to her completely. With an unhurried ease she slid the tip of her tongue around and around the tight crinkly crater of my most intimate hole, her lust fusing with mine to open me up. "Oh yes," I sighed, "do you want me there Ruby?"




Trigynia 03



Her semi-delirious moans told me everything, moments before the feel of her tongue forcing itself inside the tightness of my quivering bottom confirmed her complete fidelity to my needs, desires and lusts.

"Oh Ruby, you're so naughty, so wonderfully wanton, so deliciously depraved ..." I moaned, only semi-coherently, "...licking Cristabel's bottom ... don't stop sweetie, please ... mmm, so lovely, so naughty ..." I continued, "naughty dirty Ruby kissing and licking Cristabel's creamy, chocolaty bottom ..."

"Oh god, Cristabel," she cried.

"Don't stop, angel," I begged.

"No, never ... oh I want you so," she moaned while clawing at her tweed skirt, pulling it free from between her knees and dragging it up her black silk stockings, up onto the smooth flesh of her thighs, up higher till she could find her achingly wet pussy with her aching longing fingers. 

"Do you want to make yourself come while you lick me?"

"Yes, please, can I?" she replied sweetly, like a child in my class.

"I would love you to," I smiled, "and then let me lick the come from your fingers."

"Oh god," she breathed longingly before returning her tongue to my bottom. I closed my eyes and listened to her masturbate while enjoying her tongue dancing and twisting deep inside my hot and bitter hole, exciting and delighting me, making me quiver and writhe, making my pussy moan in succulent harmony with her darker sister, making my bottom cream slowly with warm, syrupy anal come till, completely seduced and sexy beyond words, I came magnificently, my bottom opening on climax to suck her tongue deep into me. As I came so did she, her cries of delight breathing hot against my parted buttocks, her tongue vibrating lustfully inside me. Selfishly, even while she was still trembling in orgasmic heaven, I reached down and grabbed her elbow, pulling her hand from between her thighs, pulling it up towards my open mouth. Without a care for her own needs she offered no restraint, happily letting me kiss and lick her sweet, mature come from her fingers while her tongue danced to the final rhythms of my anal orgasm. 

"That was so good," I smiled as the two of us slowly calmed down. 

"T-thank you," she cried, "oh thank you so much."

"Had I known you could be so naughty ..."

"Yes?" she smiled.

"I might have undone another button while acting out Jungle Book!"

"You knew!?" she cried.

"Knew? ... noticed, might be a better description ..."

"Oh Cristabel, what must you have thought?"

"That my Headmistress might not be too hard to seduce, I guess!" I smiled.

"Fair enough," she giggled, "mmm, I'm so happy," she sighed. 

"That's good, no, that's lovely," I replied, touched by her joyfulness, "did you ... was it a nice orgasm?" I asked, suddenly affected by the kind of shyness love always causes.

"Gorgeous," she smiled. 

"W-would you ... er ... l-like a-another?" I stuttered like an ingénue before rediscovering the confidence to slide my hands beneath her cardigan, gently caressing her shoulders while also easing her cardigan free. As it fell down her back she pulled her arms from the sleeves, the smile on her face confessing how much she wanted now to be naked for me. Her breasts were superbly plump and fleshy, blessed with magnificent wine-dark nipples. "Mmm, you have a gorgeous bosom, Ruby," I sighed.

"That's what you told Suzanne!" she smiled.

"No," I corrected, "I said she hers was delicious, which it was ... but yours is much, much more wantable."

"Really?"

"Truly," I insisted while caressing her warm soft flesh adoringly, "will you let me do this at school?"

"Y-yes," she breathed shyly yet with obvious sincerity.

"Honestly?" I asked nonetheless, craving assurance.

"Yes ... oh your touch is heavenly," she breathed, "... see me after school Miss Pozzi ..." she barked, acting the domineering Headmistress for a moment before laughing affectingly, adding: "please ... oh yes," she sighed as I teasingly rolled her nipples between fingers and thumb, "god, I want you do this for me in my room, every day ... will you?"

"Only," I whispered while nodding my obvious agreement, "if you take off your skirt right now and let me kiss your pussy."

"Oh yes," she sighed while gymnastically unfastening her skirt, easing the waistband around her hips and rolling on to her back. 

As she cast her skirt to one side and lay before me, nude save for her stockings, I knelt between her parted legs, gently caressing her thighs and hips. "Mmm, you smell glorious," I sighed.

"T-thank you," she smiled shyly.

"Almost as wonderful," I whispered while salaciously licking my lips still glistening with traces of her come, "as you taste ... mmm," I breathed lustfully, "I want you so much Ruby."

"Oh Cristabel," she sighed.

"Yes, Ruby."

"N-nothing ... except I love you."

"Oh Ruby," I replied, my heart purring with desire, "that's so sweet ... and I want to make love with you ... do you want me to make you come?"

"Oh yes."

"Kiss and lick your beautiful pussy?"

"Yes, yes."

"Stroke your thick lustrous dark bush with my lips?"

"Mmm, please."

"Nibble your swollen clitoris?"

"Oh Cristabel, yes, please yes."

"Then slide my long and lustful tongue into your juicy vagina?"

"Oh god, I think I'm going to come just thinking about it."

"Imagine me doing this for you at school Ruby ..."

"... in my office?"

"Lying naked across your desk, your legs wide apart ..."

"... you sitting in my seat?"

"Stroking your thighs," I breathed excitedly, doing just that.

"While I caress my breasts?" she asked, doing just that. 

"Oh yes," I sighed, unable and unwilling to hold back any longer. With tender loving care, knowing mine were the first woman's lips to kiss her pussy, I gently teased and pleased her labia, dipping my tongue into her soft, slippery vulva lightly.

"Oh Cristabel," she moaned, "I never dared dream this would happen," she sighed, opening her legs wantonly wide, parting her labia as she did so. "Mmm, that's delicious," she breathed as I ran my tongue in and around her loosely open vagina, "oh baby, I know I'm going to come so beautifully, thank you, thank you so much ..."

She continued to moan and sigh and whisper seductively while I kissed and licked her juicy pussy with loving devotion. Her taste was divine, like a richly matured dark wine, all the sharpness of her fruit sweetened, ripened and spiced by the desire she had surrendered to in the previous month. At that moment, like her, I was in love - in love with Ruby's fabulously responsive and creamy, open and fascinating, desirous and generous pussy. I drove my tongue in deep, deep inside her ripe, succulent vagina, deep into the sweet gooeyness and warm, soft fleshiness of her newly Sapphic sex. 

"Oh god," she cried achingly, her fingers at play around her breasts, her heart at fever pitch beneath, her blood racing around her body. "you're wonderful Cristabel, you make me feel so alive, so womanly, so sexy ... mmm, oh I want to come so much, want to come for you so very much ... mmm, I want this for ever and ever, don't stop, I'll do anything you ask ..." she sighed impiously.

Enflamed almost beyond endurance by my flagrantly wanton Headmistress I drove my tongue deeper inside her while coiling my lips around her fabulously swollen, potent and ripe clitoris. I wanted to bite her, eat her, devour her sex, feed my lust with her come, sate my own wantonness with her juice. Pushing her thighs still wider I curled a single finger beneath and between her buttocks, pressing its tip gently against her darker hole. 

"Yes, yes you dirty angel," she cried, "do that to me, please, I beg you, let me feel you inside me there also ... mmm, oh my god, yes, that's beautiful ... oh baby, oh god ... oh baby, I'm sorry, I can't stop, have to come ... don't stop angel, do it to me, do it all to me ... yes, oh yes ...mmm ... ffffff ... YESSSS!"

As she came her whole body shook, wracked in delightful ecstasy. 

"I love you Cristabel," she cried, "oh I love you so ... see how you've made me come ... never ... so good ... oh baby ..."

Slowly, she calmed down - and me with her. Easing my tongue free from her pussy, my lips from her clitoris, I knelt up and gazed along the naked length of her body. She looked adorable, her firm, athletic thighs beautifully set in black stockings, her plump shimmering labia open, her soft vulva all gooey, her succulent vagina pouting, her smooth belly rising and falling with every deep breath, her lovely breasts sliding down her sides, her hard nipples pointing out her lustfulness, her open panting mouth sighing our her willingness, her restless fingers drumming out her continuing desirousness.

"Angel, I believe that was the most wonderful moment of my life."

"Ruby," I smiled, "that's the sweetest thing."

"Can I dare to dream it will ever be repeated?"

"Now?" I asked, mildly shocked.

"No darling," she giggled, "that would prove I really have died and gone to heaven ... all I meant, without getting all heavy, was, can we, you know, do this again?"

"Why Headmistress," I smiled, "if you give me a direct order who am I to disobey ... like, er ..."

"Come to my room after school, Miss Pozzi," she smiled.

"And?"

"Make me undress for you ..."

"And?" I whispered.

"... let me kiss and lick you."

"Till I come?"

"Till you come all over my thighs, my pussy, my ..."

"Yes," I breathed huskily.

"... bottom," she whispered.

"Would you like that Ruby," I sighed.

"God yes," she whispered, her fingers gently stroking her labia, "oh my god Cristabel I've made myself come some many times dreaming of these things ..."

"Me coming over you?"

"Yes angel, over my belly, my breasts, my buttocks, my thighs ..."

"While you masturbate?"

"Again and again, coming over and over for you till ..."

"Till?"

"Till I can't hold back any longer, till I ... till I ..."

"Yes Ruby," I breathed, excited by her clear and obvious arousal.

"Beg you to pee all over my naked body!"

"Oh god Ruby."

"What ... no, angel, don't say I've offended you ..."

"Anything but," I smiled while kneeling across her, my skirt pulled up high out of the way ...