1 comments/ 11910 views/ 2 favorites Newburyport Ch. 01 By: Pariscorey Newburyport: A New England Novel Of A Woman, Her Loves and Lusts Chapter I: Holly's Seduction It was another rainy weekend. On this dark and dreary midwinter Sunday morning Holly had cleaned the huskies kennel, finished the week's laundry, talked to her oldest daughter in Alexandria, and gotten more and more depressed. The past few weeks had been brutal. Between a day job consisting of eight hours of listening to reasons a phone bill hadn't been paid and the evenings and Saturdays on her feet behind a counter at the store the unremitting pace with no let up for recreation was wearing her down. This week the store had been the worst. It was the week after Christmas and there was a cloudburst of frantic returns and complaints to deal with. It seemed that everyone's patience had run out on Christmas night and that rudeness and impatience toward all had taken it's place in the ensuing days. She had also been bothered by the continuing decline in the health of her father. Since he had served in the Army during World War II he had suffered from a wide variety of ailments associated with that terrible time, but, of late, the periods in which he enjoyed even some semblance of health had become rare. Her comforts were the dogs. Five female huskies. Since she was a child growing up in the North Country she had been enthralled by sled dogs, and now she had her own team. In earlier years the needs of Joe and the girls had to take priority to her wishes, but with the girls in Virginia and Joe gone from her life she realized that she could fulfill this lifelong dream, and the dogs Was one dream that had turned out just as she had hoped. Even at the end of the worst of days she had this joyful group who lived for her return. The huskies, being more wolf than dog in their habits, had established an societal order with her as the leader. Of course there was a canine leader as well but she was acknowledged as the dominant female in an all girl group. With this honor came responsibility. She was called on for attention to all of her subjects in the pack. To slight one for another was to invite a quarrel among the girls, as she thought of them. In a season when it should have been mid winter but because a warm temperatures and rain there was no snow to run a sled on, even the dogs were not enough to pick up her spirits. In the dull late December morning she listlessly leafed through the Boston Sunday Globe. Turning the pages automatically and not registering what she read. A little quarrel between the girls brought her mind back to the present and as she looked down again at the page before her she noticed a large add for a Day Before New Years Brunch at the Old Port Inn in Newburyport. The menu of food looked inviting and the Dixieland band sounded up enough to perhaps save her day. Into the closet for something to wear. She had always been attracted to clothes, they helped set her mood and brighten her day. In the past few months there had been little time for anything except work and no time to dress up. She had a suit that she had been saving for an occasion and perhaps this was it. It was navy blue with a blazer top who's brass buttons closed it just high enough to be acceptable but low enough to be noticeable. The plain skirt was narrow and came just above the knee to show off her long well shaped legs in the dark blue thigh highs that she selected. From a draw she extracted other saved items, a dark rose low cut bra and tap panties to match. Navy patent pumps completed the look. A little time spent on nails, hair, hands and feet, then into the shower. She came out feeling good and for the first time in quite some time, a little excited. Looking in the mirror she surveyed her body and thought not bad for the time and the miles. She had worked hard to keep her figure and had succeeded well, she thought at the end of this examination. She still had nice firm breasts, that could even be described a perky. Her nipples stiffened a little from the shower stood out as they should and the effect was that of a much younger woman. Her tummy was reasonably flat descending to a triangle of brown curly hair. Her bottom was curvy and upright. Looking at her legs she was glad for those hours spent on the Stairmaster at the club. Those had been hard mornings to make at times but the results were well worth it. She dressed carefully, first the bra and tap pants. She loved tap pants because of the feeling of freedom that they gave her. They didn't cling to her neither places as conventional panties would but instead allowed some feeling of nakedness and access to her most private parts if that was required. The tap pants also could provide a very nice and fulfilling friction at other times. They also provided a world of opportunities when she pursued her long time hobby of casual flirtation. The navy thigh highs had lace tops that went well with the delicate lace that trimmed the deep rose panties. She wriggled into the narrow skirt and slipped the blazer over her bra-covered breasts. The navy heels set off her legs just in the right way. She was beginning to feel almost excited by the prospect of a leisurely brunch and the possibility of a chance at a little innocent flirtation. The thought of using her legs on a poor unsuspecting husband and evoking his wife's wrath on him for his attention to her was exciting and a favorite game when dining alone. The dogs sensed her improving mood and were as happy and lively as she had seen them in days. The drive to Newburyport was interesting. Her narrow skirt necessitated that her legs be exposed nearly to the tops of her stockings in order to drive. At the tollgate she purposely selected the manned booth even though she was well stocked with tokens for the automatic exact change line. She also purposely selected a fifty-dollar bill from her wallet so that the toll taker would have to take the time to make change and as he handed the change to her she decided to ask for a roll of tokens to make sure that he had a ample look at her assets. She then took her time asking directions to Newburyport and putting the change in her wallet and the wallet in her purse. As she was pulling away she was almost certain that she noticed a satisfying bulge just beginning to appear in the attendant's trousers. It always gave her a warm glow to know that she had the power to elicit such a wonderful response. She drove south on the turnpike passing a line of trucks coming down from Maine and the Maritimes. As she passed she was aware that at least some of them were enjoying the view that she was providing. One of them speeded up to stay along side on her right while another took advantage of the four lanes to occupy the left side of the gallery. She pretended not to notice but taking her right hand from the wheel she began to caress the inside of her thigh. She could feel their eyes and almost feel the excitement that her actions were generating. This was one of her favorite games and it seemed to her, a logical way to pass the time on the highway when she felt sexy. The caressing of her legs in the presence of the known male attention warmed her as well. She could begin to feel the welcome sexual tension build in her loins. Little twinges of sexual feeling tweaked her bottom and the crotch in her tap pants began to show a satisfying dampness. All too soon she came to the Newburyport exit and turned off leaving the truckers to discuss the "beaver seat cover" on their CBs. and to do whatever else made the miles bearable. She could imagine that hers was not the only crotch that was a little damp. High Street in Newburyport is lined for almost a mile with what is said to be the greatest collection of Federalist Houses in America. This impressive collection was still clothed in it's Christmas finery and a grand sight. To her left, down the cross Streets, she caught glimpses of the Merrimack River looking cold And gray. She pulled into the parking lot past the great white clapboard wall of the Inn. Just as she swung her feet from the car the sun peaked through the clouds that had obscured it for what seemed to be weeks. With only nine hours between sunrise and sunset in this latitude in late December there was little enough daylight available even in perfect weather and that glimpse of blue sky came now as if as a good omen for the day. She walked into the Inn confident and pleased with herself for the first time, it seemed, in weeks. The hostess gave her a pleasant New Years greeting and it being only eleven o'clock there was a wide choice of tables. Holly selected her position in the room with care. The right table, with the right lighting, in just the right location was important to the game she had decided to play after her preliminaries on the turnpike. She took a table set for two at the far end of a windowed wall looking out at the river in the distance. This table faced the entrance to the room. The lighting was good and everyone who entered would look in that direction to see the view for which the dining room at the Inn was famous. When she sat the narrow skirt rode about half way up her thighs, to rest only about two inches below the lacy top of her stockings. The cute young waitress introduced herself as Kitten, complemented her on her suit, and brought her a mimosa and a menu showing the dishes on the buffet. She sipped the mimosa and shifted her position causing her skirt to rise another inch along her thighs. On the far wall diagonally across from Holly was a somewhat stuffy looking middle aged couple. The woman was plump and looked unpleasant and the husband, who was facing Holly, looked bored. On her second glance Holly noticed that she had managed to get his attention. He was staring at her long supple legs that were so well displayed in the light of the window. The woman was talking, nagging continuously at him, but she had completely lost his attention. Annoyed by this she turned, finally, to follow his gaze and met Holly's eyes with a look that could freeze mercury. She tugged at her husband's sleeve to try to redirect his attention, but only succeeded in diverting him momentarily. She continued to talk in an increasingly animated manner, and he continued to direct all of his attentions to Holly's exposed and shapely thighs. To further distract him Holly shifted again, re-crossing her legs to give him a hint of a glimpse of her inner thighs. At the same time she let the napkin slip from her lap to the floor beside her right foot. She sipped her drink and looked around the room. Then she seemed to notice the napkin was not on her lap. Looking down, she uncrossed her legs and reached for the napkin. This brought her right foot back and her knee down, and her legs spread. Her victim now had a clear view of the carefully selected deep rose panties and a hint of something more. She slowly reached for the napkin but her hand brushed it further away in her initial attempt, causing her to reach further and spread her legs a bit more. By this time the skirt had ridden up well above her stocking tops and she was quite exposed as she groped for the elusive napkin. She heard a crash and looked up to see that her audience, in his distraction, had brushed a carafe of red wine onto his wife's beige covered lap. After soaking the woman the carafe had then rolled to the floor. Holly quickly regained the napkin and straightened pulling down her wayward skirt. Meanwhile the wife, in a fury, had demanded to leave the restaurant to change her soaked and ruined clothing. Holly glanced over at the husband and smiled in sympathy as he was unceremoniously dragged out the door. Only then did Holly notice the attractive dark haired lady who had also apparently been part of her audience. She was sitting further back in the room but had a clear view of Holly's table. Holly colored a bit when she realized that this woman had observed her flirtation with the other diner. As Holly glanced her way again the lady raised her mimosa glass and smiled intimately over it at Holly. Holly's view of the woman was not nearly as good a the woman's view of her. Holly was sitting at a table in full light of the window, while the unintended observer was in deep shadow. During the next few minutes Holly would glance would be drawn again and again to the beautiful woman's direction only to find her gaze steadily met with an inviting smile. Finally, her mimosa finished, Holly went to the buffet to survey the offering. She selected a little fruit and some yogurt from the offering, and went to look at the array of cold dishes displayed on the next table. As she walked along this table a voice behind her asked huskily what one could do with a tongue. Startled, Holly turned to find her female admirer examining a boiled beef tongue in aspic. She smiled at Holly and repeated the question. Holly thought for a moment and said that it was such a complex question that it required careful examination. The woman said that she hated eating alone and would be pleased if Holly could join her at her table to consider the question at length. Holly readily agreed and went with the woman to her table. Walking behind her guest Holly had an opportunity to get a better look at the woman. She was striking. She looked to be about fifty- five and very well cared for. Her clothing was extremely tasteful and expensive. She had full hips, beautiful legs and a regal walk which attracted the attention of most of the guests in the rapidly filling dining room. As they sat she introduced herself to Holly as Darlene Gilmore. She told Holly that she summered in her ancestral home in Newburyport, but normally spent this time of year in Tucson, at her winter home. She had been called here over Christmas for the funeral of an ancient uncle. She asked if she could contribute a bottle of wine to the conversation and ordered expertly from the very attentive waiter. This was obviously not her first time in the restaurant and it appeared that she was known to the staff as an important client. They talked about this and that. Holly described her huskies and the woman her silver gray imperial poodle, Sebastian. Sharing a love of dogs and with the addition of the wine on top of the mimosas loosened the conversation until it came around to Holly's game played earlier. Darlene told Holly that she often wanted to play this sought of game herself but lacked the confidence to do it. Holly could not imagine that this polished, obviously worldly woman lacked the confidence to try anything, but took it as a compliment. She also complemented Holly on her suit and her figure, saying that she knew how much work and dedication was involved in keeping a beautiful body. As the wine and food progressed Holly found herself drawn to this exotic lady. During a third trip to the buffet table Darlene pointedly referred to the beef tongue again, this time with a knowing smile that brought a tingle to Holly's tummy. Over coffee and brandies in the quiet dim lounge, Darlene suggested that Holly come to her house for tea and a tour of the historic residence. Holly eagerly agreed and after finishing their drinks they left the inn, walking up High Street several blocks to the old Rice Mansion. As noted earlier High Street is known for it's display of Federalist Architecture and the Rice Mansion is considered by many authorities to be the centerpiece of this display. The house lies behind a white ornate picket fence, set well back on a wide lawn filled with huge beech and white pine trees. It is a huge square house of three stories, with wide windows and doors that greet and invite the world. The house was the pride of Captain Peter Rice, merchant, ship owner, lumber baron, and privateer in the American Revolution. Captain Rice, a patriot, had done well for his country and himself during that historic struggle. His ships, under Captains and crews of sailors for which Newburyport was famous brought riches to the Captain and the town and woe to the British merchant fleet around the world. The family had continued to prosper in the textile trade during the industrial revolution that followed Lowell's return from England with the secrets of the spinning and weaving machines. They invested heavily in Lowell's development of the city that bears his name and the family became a Massachusetts dynasty. They did have one problem however in that the births in the family ran to girls or boys who perhaps would have been happier as girls and so the family for all it's wealth and power tended to diminish in number to carry the Rice name. Darlene, with the death of her ancient, and gay, Uncle Josiah Rice was the last of the direct line of male descendants of the Captain. Newburyport Ch. 02 Chapter 2: An Afternoon at the Mansion The inside the mansion was as grand as the outside. The house was filled with priceless antiques, many brought from far corners of the earth by the family's fleet of merchant ships in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. The residence was huge and as Darlene walked Holly through it's many rooms, Holly thought how wonderful it must have been to have spent one's childhood in such surroundings. Finally Darlene brought Holly to an intimate sitting room on the second floor. This room, unlike the more formal rooms below, was cozy with a fire on the hearth and warm comfortable furnishings. Darlene rang a bell and a and handsome, athletically built, young man answered. Darlene didn't introduce the young man but asked him to fix a pot of her most special tea. The young man nodded, smiled and left on his errand. Darlene began to tell Holly about her life. She recounted her early years of summers in at the family's ranchero in Southern Arizona, of winters at schools in Europe, sailing on the family's yachts and trips all over the globe with various members of her family. She was starting to tell Holly about her first marriage when the young man came back to the room with a silver tea service and fine china on an antique Chinese lacquer tray. Along with the tea were current scones and scotch marmalade. He poured and presented cups to each of them and withdrew. The tea was delicious with a perfume that reminded Sandy of a field of new mown hay on a warm July day. Just the thing for the late afternoon of a cold, wintry New England day. The scones were buttery with a hint of slightly tart currents and the marmalade superb, as only the Scotch can make it. The conversation resumed in the telling of the story of Darlene's marriage. She had married young to a French Gentleman with a title, and she soon found that he little money to support it and a family who saw their fortunes returning in the form of this well chosen bride for their son. Darlene, who had inherited the families shrewd business instincts, saw this as a ruse soon after the elaborate wedding and had extricated herself from the weak young man and his grasping family before the first year of the marriage was out. Within a short time she married again. This time to the handsome, rough and ready owner of a large construction company who would not touch a cent of her endowment. She had been happy and content with Peter Gilmore. Not the least of this happiness was caused by Peter's enormous sexual appetite. Peter was as well named as he was well endowed. He had a tendency to stray from time to time, but allowed Darlene the same latitude and always came straight home in the end of the day. Soon after their marriage Peter was offered a huge sum for his company by a French conglomerate and sold to then become a consultant to that firm. They were headquartered in Nice and he and Darlene moved to the Grand Duchy of Sainte Pierre to live in a company mansion overlooking the Mediterranean. At a party they met and became friends with the Grand Duke Lorentez, the ruler of the Duchy and his wife, the American screen actress Martha Monroney. Martha was very lonely for American female companionship. She needed to have someone as a friend and confidante and since she came from a very old and rich Philadelphia family she and Darlene shared similar backgrounds and many acquaintances. The two soon became the best of friends. As the friendship grew Darlene became aware that Martha was also physically interested in her and she felt the same attraction to Martha. Darlene had never had an experience with a woman and had seldom even thought in those terms but Martha, who's movie career had given her a breadth of experience that most young women never enjoy, had enough background to make the seduction of her new friend natural and easy. Darlene stopped in her story to pour more tea and Holly commented on the warm feeling of relaxation that the tea seemed to bring. Darlene told her that it was a special blend that had been used by the family for hundreds of years, first being brought from Jamaica in the early seventeenth century on the first of the families merchant ships. Holly found herself filled with a tide of warmth and well-being. She liked this woman and her frank and easy manner and found her attractive in her stylish dress and air of physical well being. She was also intrigued by the direction of Darlene's life story. It was exciting to be told of a personal experience in seduction by a rich and famous woman. She began to realize that her panties, which were quite damp at the end of her game in the restaurant were again soaking in the product of her interest. She shifted in her chair discreetly to pull the crotch of her panties into contact with her clitoris and felt a wave of pleasure. She began to casually swing her foot and her crossed leg to increase the friction and almost at once a little shudder of pleasure went through her. The tea seemed to have the power to make Holly feel that she was living the experience that Darlene was describing and she drifted away in a warm sexual haze listening to Darlene's words. Darlene seemed not to notice, but continued her story. She went on to tell of a skiing trip to the French Alps on which she and her husband was invited to join by their new friends. The trip was to be to an old family chateau in a high alpine valley. At the last moment both Lorentez and Peter had urgent business to attend and so they sent the two friends on to open the house and promised to follow the next day. Darlene was picked up by Martha and her chauffeur early in the morning. They drove though thickening weather toward the mountains. As they drove north and east the weather worsened until finally they were traveling into the mountains through a windswept blizzard. At last they arrived at police road block in a mountain village and were told that they could go no further. In this little town there were no hotels, only a quaint pub. Martha dispatched the chauffeur to seek lodging and he reported back that the pub had no rooms. With that, Martha left the automobile and marched into the tap room and asked for the proprietor. On coming into the room he recognized her immediately and made his whole establishment hers. They were shown to a cozy suite of two rooms with a fire on the hearth of both and a huge soft feather bed. They were presented with a bottle of he house's finest champagne and left to enjoy the remainder of their afternoon. As darkness gathered in the blizzard outside they sipped champagne and relaxed by the fire. Darlene dozed and on waking found Martha missing. Walking into the bedroom she found Martha just coming out of the shower. She was a beautiful as Darlene had imagined in her fantasies. Darlene was left nearly breathless by the sight of this goddess of a woman's wondrous body. Martha lay face down on the bed and asked if Darlene would rub her shoulder and her back to help her relax a tightness in her muscles. Darlene was delighted to oblige. Her first touch was electric and she began to feel the warmth of passion fill her as her hands kneaded the velvet skin of her friend. Martha languidly directed Darlene ministrations, guiding her down her back and onto her buttocks. It became apparent that Darlene was not the only one affected by this touch. Martha's breathing became shorter and more labored and her body began to involuntarily move against the mattress beneath her. Darlene became even more intent on what she was doing. It seemed that through this simple message she was giving sexual pleasure to a lover and she felt the passion that the act generates. Suddenly, and without warning Martha sighed deeply, rose from the bed hugged and kissed Darlene lightly on the lips and said that they should get ready for dinner. Darlene felt a strange let down, as if she had been withdrawn from by a man in the midst of a sexual encounter. She swallowed her emotions however and prepared to dress for dinner. She could not however put the interlude on the bed or the brush of Martha's soft, fragrant lips from her mind. Downstairs in the pub Martha was given a queens welcome. Everyone in the dining room stood as she came in to be seated. Sitting across the table from her Darlene admired her poise and beauty. Martha smiled at her and said softly "This is my public this evening so we must perform as they would expect us to do. But, keep in mind that when we leave you are my bed mate and I will do for you what no woman has done before". These words out of the blue sent Darlene into a dizzy trance. She had no memory of eating or drinking anything that evening. Her only memory was of the beautiful face and body sitting before her and knowing that at the end of the evening it would be hers. All this time the effects of the tea had Holly feeling that it was she, not Darlene, in the story and that this was, in fact, happening to her. The fascinating erotic story and the strange relaxed feeling that came from the tea coupled with the friction from her panties against her clit was beginning to drive Holly toward a mild climax. Slowly Holly realized that Darlene had stopped in her story. Holly opened her eyes and saw Darlene's skirt had worked up her thighs as she had reached forward to pass tea and scones to Holly. She had lovely legs Holly noted and as she watched Darlene shifted her position to give Holly an excellent view of her inner thighs. Holly was mesmerized by this exposure and her eyes were riveted on the region beneath Darlene's skirt. As she watched Darlene opened her legs wider and stretched languidly. She then reached casually between her legs to gently rub her Mont de Venus with her fingers while her other hand disappeared inside her blouse to caress her right breast. Holly could stand it no longer. She too began to lightly caress the inside of her thighs working toward the wetness at the junction of her legs. Her eyes locked on Darlene's whose eyes suddenly seemed glazed with passion. Darlene dipped one finger lower and messaged her clit and gave a little shudder. She then licked her finger and stood to cross the room to Holly. Darlene took Holly's face between her hands and kissed her on the lips. The kiss started lightly but as Holly opened her lips to receive her, Darlene thrust first the tip, then her whole tongue into Holly's waiting mouth. Her hands found Holly's breasts and played with her nipples. Holly in turn found Darlene's wetness and dipped her middle finger in it. She probed deeper into the warm wet softness and sensed the perfume of female sexual arousal that rose to surround them. Darlene's tongue was working faster in Holly's mouth now as Holly's fingers explored deeper and deeper into Darlene. They were both breathing hard when Darlene broke off the kiss and knelt before Holly. She first unbuttoned Holly's blazer then slipped her breast from the restraint of her bra. She took Holly's nipple into her mouth and worked it with the tip of her tongue. Unbuttoning the rest of the blazer buttons she unbuttoned the side closure of Holly's skirt and raising Holly's hips pulled it and her soaked panties off. She then removed one of Holly's pumps and taking her foot in her hand proceeded to lick and suck Holly's toes through her stockings. She then worked upward keeping between Holly's legs and licking as she went. When she arrived at the top of Holly's stockings she asked Holly to reverse her position in her chair and stood to kiss and lick the back and sides of Holly's neck. She moved down her back to the top of the crack between her buttocks. She then bent Holly over the chair, spread her legs and turned her attention to the little brown button of Holly's sphincter. Her hot wet tongue probed gently at first then with increased urgency until the tip penetrated Holly's rectum. By this time Holly was beside herself. Waves of passion and pleasure swept over her. Each thrust of Darlene's tongue seemed to send her farther and farther into a mindless state of ecstasy. She rubbed her clit fiercely and contractions of pleasure shook her. She was coming now and as long as the tongue in her ass kept working it's magic she couldn't stop. She was caught in the grip of a tidal wave of feeling such as she had seldom experienced. Deeper and deeper went Darlene's tongue and again and again Holly reached the pinnacle of pleasure fell into a valley of ecstasy and rose to cum again. It was like a series of waves continuously breaking. Holly's breath became short and her head light. There came a point where she became so sensitive that she couldn't stand it any longer. She pushed Darlene's head away, turned and pulled her face into her soaking virgina. Darlene immediately began to knowingly work on Holly's G-Spot with her long hot tongue. Holly responded by opening her legs wide and pulling Darlene to her with her heels. As Darlene massaged the sensitive spot at the top of Holly's virgina with the tip of her tongue Holly felt a new force building within her and with a cry discharged a seemingly endless stream of sweet hot juices into Darlene's waiting mouth. With that discharge Holly collapsed into an exhausted, spent heap in her chair. She lay in a daze while Darlene continued to gently lick and suck all of the remaining wine of love from her pussy. She must have dozed because she waked to find that the sun had set and Darlene was curled in the opposite chair, demurely sipping tea and watching her with an amused smile. Newburyport Ch. 03 Chapter III: The Dance Waking, Holly smiled dreamily at Darlene. She felt as relaxed and comfortable as she had felt in many years. Darlene smiled back and came to Holly to kiss her lightly and caress her face. Darlene said "Holly, tomorrow is New Years Day. Why don't you stay with me this evening and we'll spend New Years Eve together? Can you find someone who can care for your dogs for the evening and perhaps tomorrow morning? I would like to give our delightful new relationship a chance to ripen further. There are so many things that we need to explore and know about each other and if your willing, I would be pleased to have your company on an otherwise dull holiday evening." Holly thought about this for a brief moment. She could easily call her friend who occasionally helped out with the huskies and she was sure that she would see that the dogs had a good New Years Eve. She had nothing planned for the next day and she was excited by the exploring the relationship between this exotic woman and herself. She was also curious about the glimpse of world of the rich that she was seeing for the first time and intrigued with the prospect of seeing more. She told Darlene that she would love to be her guest, if she could reach her friend who might see to her beloved huskies. She made a quick call and her friend told her not to worry that she would see that the huskies would have a happy and well fed New Year. This concern taken care of Darlene suggested that perhaps Holly might like to consider a nap, a shower and a change of clothes in preparation for the evening. Since Darlene was about her size she was sure, she said, "That they could find something for Holly to wear." Darlene took Holly's hand and lead her to a spacious bedroom suite in the west wing of the house. Again a fire blazed warmly the hearth in the sitting room. The bedroom was done in wonderful antiques with a king sized four poster bed complete with antique crewel curtains. Looking at the fire Holly realized that Darlene had made the assumption that she would accept her invitation to celebrate the holiday eve with her. Darlene opened a huge closet in the bedroom which was filled with exquisite clothes. She suggested to Holly that since it was New Years Eve that she might consider something formal for dinner. She opened a chest of draws that was filled with filmy lingerie and another filled with stockings. In another smaller closet there were racks of hundreds of pairs of shoes. All of this was spread before Holly's amazed eyes. Darlene said only "make yourself comfortable and take your time." The time was four o'clock and Darlene suggested cocktails at eight and dinner at ten. Holly looked at the inviting bed and decided that a nap before getting ready for dinner was in order. She removed her clothes and slid between the beige satin sheets of the four poster. She was so relaxed and at ease that sleep came almost immediately. She woke at six fifteen, refreshed and still filled with a sense of well being. Stretching lazily she rose, picked up the beige satin robe laid out on the foot of the bed and slipped into it, to more closely examine the contents of the closets and chests that had shown so much promise in her introduction to her suite. She looked with awe at the labels in the clothes before her. These were names that she had only had an opportunity to read about in high fashion magazines. They also denoted far away places such as Tokyo, Paris, Rome, Madrid, and Rio. The shops were equally prestigious from Bal Harbor and Worth Avenue, to Rodeo Drive, to Newport, Ginza to the Champs Elise'. She spent a long time examining gowns, trying to decide what would be suitable to wear for the evening. She settled on a simple black sequined floor length dress with a deep slash to the thigh up the right side. Looking through the closet of shoes she selected a pair of sling pumps, in black, with delicate straps across the ankle. In lingerie, she was surprised to find a selection of her favorite tap panties with matching lacy bra in brushed black satin. The stockings were sheer thigh highs with lacy tops and investigating the top of the dressing table she found a large box of costume jewelry. From this she selected a pearl choker and matching studs for her ears. Again she was beginning to feel excited by the expectation wearing of so many of her fancied clothes in a home where she was an unexpected guest. She wondered what Darlene's other closets contained if this were what was laid out for guests. There was a knock on the door and when she opened it an attractive young woman standing there in a maid's uniform. She introduced herself a Doris and said that she was there to help Holly dress. Holly stood aside and Doris proceeded to the bathroom to draw a hot bath in a gigantic tub. She asked Holly to examine the array of bath salts, and oils and make a selection. Holly selected a sweet musk that hinted of something of passion before slipping off her robe and sliding into the soothing warm water. Doris knelt on the floor beside the tub and asked Holly if she would like a shampoo. Holly accepted and Doris proceeded to gently soap and rinse Holly's hair. Conditioner was applied and Doris, taking a soft sponge, washed Holly's back. Moving to Holly's front she used the sponge to wash Holly's shoulders and gently sponge her breasts. The friction of the soft sponge caused her nipples to harden as Doris lingered over them. Doris then took her left foot in her hand and slowly scrubbed her toes, and the soles of her feet. She progressed to Holly's ankles, knees and thighs as Holly grew more and more excited by the maids ministrations. Finally she asked Holly to stand and turning her she gently scrubbed and massaged her cheeks and the crack between them. When she reached the little brown button that was Holly's rectum she soaped her fingers liberally and inserted one of them. Holly felt a sudden surge of fire in her loins as Doris worked her cleansing finger in and out of her. Doris then turned Holly, who by then was having trouble standing on trembling legs, to use the sponge on her abdomen and lower tummy. The sponge then went between Holly's legs and the slight roughness of it came in contact with Holly's sensitive lips and hardened clit. She worked the sponge between the Holly's lips and increased the pace of her rubbing. Holly was having a difficult time controlling the action of her hips. They wanted to respond to the scrubbing of her sensitive sex. Finally Doris raised the sponge slightly and came in pointed contact with her clit. As this happened Holly came to a shuddering climax with a barely suppressed moan. Doris appeared not to notice but went on to help the shaky woman from the tub and pat her dry with a soft warm towel. Holly began to regain her composure as Doris, using a huge feathery puff powdered her body with sweet smelling talc. She held Holly's robe for her and followed her into the bedroom where she indicated that Holly should sit a the elaborate dressing table. Doris dried and styled Holly's hair, manicured her nails, helped her select a musky perfume and makeup from her purse and the that large selection available on the table. She then helped Holly dress finding another, even prettier pair of shoes, when the ones that Holly had selected earlier didn't quite fit. The whole pleasant and leisurely process was finished precisely at seven forty five. Rested, relaxed, bathed, coiffured, manicured, and dressed; not to mention that again for a second time that day, sexually stimulated to astounding climax, Holly descended the grand stairs and was led by Doris to the library where Darlene dressed, as if by plan, in an black gown that complemented Holly's was awaiting her for cocktails. The same handsome young male servant, dressed this time in formal wear, was awaiting their order. Darlene suggested Margaritas straight up and Holly readily agreed. On the floor in front of the fire there lay a very large silver gray poodle. As Holly accepted her drink from the butler, Darlene called on her poodle, Sebastian, to meet their guest. The great dog rose and walked with dignity to Holly to nuzzle and lick her hand in welcome. Darlene then indicated by a discrete hand signal that the dog should lie at her feet, which he did looking up at her attentively. A platter of toast triangles, lemon slices and black beluga caviar was placed on the cocktail table and the servant discretely withdrew. They toasted to a Happy and Prosperous New Year and sipped the Margaritas. All was cozy and warm in the great house before the blazing fire on the library hearth Darlene told Holly about her life in Tucson. She enjoyed a large old hacienda set far back from the first green of the Palo Verde Country Club. This home was built before the founding of the club on land bought by her grandfather from the original Spanish land grant family, the Montoyas, who had owned the huge ranch going back to the eighteenth century. Her grandfather was the founder of the club and had positioned the course to conform to setting off his property to best advantage. Her staff of servants there were all from a Mexican family that had been with the hacienda since the original grant by the Spanish Crown. The ranch, for that's what the property truly was, climbed Mount Lemon's flanks and took in a large portion of the Mountain's foothills. Although downtown Tucson was only five miles from the hacienda the atmosphere was that of complete isolation. The vaqueros still cared for a herd of over one thousand cattle and fifty horses. The horses had been her grandfathers joy and she maintained them in a manner of which he would approve as a family duty. Another Margarita was poured and the caviar refreshed. The story continued. Some of the happiest days of Darlene's life were spent at the Hacienda de la Montoya with her grandfather. Her parents had been in a constant state of strife. Her mother had been an alcoholic and her father, bisexual from puberty, had tended more and more in his attraction to men as he matured. She was an only child and was pushed aside by both parents but loved and doted on by her widower grandfather. He centered all of the love and attention on his granddaughter. He taught her to ride, punch cows, round up horses, breed stock and shoot on the Hacienda. At a place, built around the turn of the century by a Mexican Silver Baron as a fishing camp on the Sea of Cortes about two hundred desert miles south, he taught her to fish, sail, and explore the wild and barren islands of the of Sea of Cortez. She spent her winters in Arizona and her summers in New England. She attended no formal schools in her youngest years and was tutored until she was entered into her Junior year of secondary school at a very exclusive institution run by Stanford Alumni in Palo Alto. From there she attended Radcliffe, her Grandmother's school, and graduate studies at the Sorbonne in Paris. Gradually, during this discourse Holly began to realize that the woman that she had taken for forty five was very likely in her sixties. Having seen a good bit of Darlene's body earlier in the day Holly was astounded at this fact. She had the body of an thirty year old. Holly reflected that Darlene must be on intimate terms with some very talented surgeons. After a two leisurely hours, dinner was called and they retired to the dining room. They sat at either end of a long table. A huge fireplace and candelabra with what seemed to be a thousand candles blazing provided the warm light in the room. They were served by two formally dressed athletic young men. Darlene seemed to have a staff made up of attractive young people who were as unobtrusive as mice. It was a wonderful meal of oysters on the half shell, a fresh shellfish soup, a Beef Wellington, a salad served, European style, after the main course and an Italian tiramisu for a rich and satisfying desert. After dinner Darlene suggested coffee and a desert wine in the reception room. Holly thought this large room seemed strange choice to what seemed to be a continuation of a quiet evening of conversation. But followed her hostess to chairs that were arranged at the end of the room facing a curtain near a far wall. The room was dim and still another servant, who Holly took to be the cook served coffee, sweet wine, and some tiny green capsules on a silver tray. Sabastian rejoined them and took his place at Darlene's feet. Darlene sipped the coffee and the wine and picked up one of the capsules and offered it to Holly with the explanation that they were a compound that she had been introduced to her by Martha Mulrooney, and that she felt Holly might enjoy. Darlene calmly took one of the capsules with a sip of wine. Holly was a little concerned about taking an unknown drug, but seeing the older woman's relaxed attitude toward the chemical she accepted and swallowed the capsule. Darlene smiled a knowing smile at her and clapped her hands. The curtain at the far end of the room parted and the three young men that Holly immediately recognized as the servants who had served them earlier. They were still in formal dress but in a much abbreviated fashion. This formal wear consisted of a wing collar, black bow tie, cummerbund and a black g-string. Some Ravel's Bolero was playing in the background and the young men began a suggestive dance. They danced up to Darlene and teased her with their gyrating hips. Holly noticed that each of them were very graceful, very muscular with wonderful chests and great buns. Their g-strings barely hid large bulges of masculine ardor. The young men danced closer and closer. Both women were fascinated by the beautiful male bodies moving so sensuously before them. Darlene, as always in control, continued to watch in a relaxed fashion as if young men dancing for her pleasure was the most usual thing in the world. Meanwhile Holly began to feel again the heat rising in her. Once more she was beginning to feel the familiar and welcome twinges in her tummy and thighs and a dampness between her satiny legs. The music slowed and deepened and the beat became stronger and more urgent. Suddenly the lights went out and absolute darkness ensued. Holly felt a hand in hers pulling and lifting her gently towards the dance floor. A strong arm circled her waist and the arm pulled her close moving in time to the now increasingly urgent music. She could feel the mans hard penis moving against her mound, gently grinding against her. The memory of the sight of those swellings under the g-strings was vivid in her mind and now the presence of the cause of those swellings was against her sex. Holly pushed her pelvis hard against the unrelenting object of her erotic imaginings. With each beat of the music the pace of her pulse quickened. She began to feel as though her body were one great sexual receptacle, each and every part of her seemed to be as sexually sensitive as only the most sensitive were under normal conditions. She remembered the capsules that Darlene had prescribed and began to understand why they were given the name "Ecstasy". The bulge between her unseen partner's thighs could no longer be accommodated by the pouch of the g-string. His huge penis popped free of the flimsy material and pulsed against her junction of her thighs. She backed away and swept the split skirt of her dress aside from to feel it closer to her. She then moved forward to capture the throbbing member between her hot damp thighs. She held it tightly with her legs, moving to the beat of the music. It pulsed and moved of it's own volition against the lips of her sex. As it rubbed she became more and more lubricated. It was pumping between her legs in time to the fast primal beat as if it were an entity unto it's self. It wanted her and she wanted to feel the full impact of the thrusts, not between her legs, but upon the tip of her cervix. At last she could stand it no longer. In the darkness she wrapped both arms tightly around her partners neck and raised her feet from the floor and wrapped her legs around her partner's waist. His cock was caught between them and it pulsed maddeningly against her tummy. She reached down seizing it and inserted the tip into her wet and ready vagina. She then slid down his torso until she was filled with his manhood. And what a manhood it was, fully ten inches long and perhaps two and inches in diameter. She was filled as she had never been filled before. Her hips began to gyrate in time to the heavy beat of the music and time and place faded away. Only feeling remained and it was a wondrous feeling. She had never been this acutely sensitive in her life. It seemed as though her whole body was possessed and filled by the gigantic phallus. She was fucking and fucking and fucking this hugely endowed, faceless man, in a manner that never seeming to stop, only to go on and on to the throb of the music. She was near climax but stayed on a peak of pleasure without falling over only to ride and ride the crest of the wave of this sensational exotic experience. She didn't want anything to change. She wanted to go on just fucking this faceless, voiceless man forever. She only knew that she had been pulled to the floor by one of the young men, but she had no idea, and didn't care which one of the male servants it was. Her only care was for this wonderful experience to continues without letup. Her arms and legs, strengthened by years in at the club could stand this type of erotic punishment for a very long time and for the second time that day she was glad for those hours spent on her body. She began to work the muscles in her vagina, doing the kegels that she so often practiced secretly in her chair at the office. With each squeeze she heard a low moan of pleasure and approval from her partner. His breath came sharper in her ear. His cock, which had seemed not possible to grow any larger, expanded to fill her to an even more fantastic degree. She was moving more urgently now. She needed his sperm deep inside her and she needed it soon. Wildly, she pumped the huge cock and as she did he reached between their bodies to finger her clit. She screamed with pleasure and felt him begin to discharge his hot stream, pulsing it deep within her body. The hot fluid pumped into her. The force of each spurt causing an bright flash inside her brain. She began to experience huge contractions, of a magnitude she had never imagined possible. The bright flash became a blinding blur and time and space merged in the most wonderful orgasm. She rode on and on to the music, ecstatically impaled on her partner in the dance.