4 comments/ 18365 views/ 6 favorites Renée Is a Little Too Tough By: EgmontGrigor2011 CHAPTER 1 Renée Holloway chopped down two cogs in the five-speed box in her rebuilt 1995 MG RV, the V8 motor of the Caribbean Blue roadster burbled nicely through the muffler as she pulled up behind her elder sister's boyfriend's black Lexus. Rex pulled off Diane's lips to look nervously standing at his open car door as blonde Renée, casually pushing her dark shades into her hair and waved to him as she stopped, leaving about an inch of space between the two vehicles. She saw his lips move and knew he'd be growling, "Your cavalier sister" or words to that effect. Actually Diane told her later Rex said, 'Your fucking crazy sister should be banned from driving' and he got in a huff because Diane said loyally her sister drove far better than he did. Rex Oliver was conservative, a merchant banker whatever that was, and Renée knew her sister was fucking him near legless, and she knew what that meant: Rex had never had it so good. Diane was also blonde and slightly better-looking that her younger sister but she lacked Renée's drive, intelligence and ability to perform almost any task and do so many things so competently and she lacked Renée's indomitable spirit. And that was Renée's problem. She was so good at so many things that people found it hard to like her. Male dates tended to move on to a babe a little less dominating and pushing to run the show. And that was only the sex. The family lived in a double apartment with separate entrances, the girls sharing one apartment, in Richmond overlooking the Thames River. They also have a family home in 'the country' near Maidstone in southeast England and not far from Leeds Castle. Their father Anthony Holloway is a respected banker, but perhaps not so respected now so many people lost heavily in the recent financial crash on money invested via their bank. Sarah their mother is The Baroness Ruxley who gives money away rather than earns more. The girls love their mother and tolerate their dad whom they find boring. The girls agree it's all the affairs their mother has had during over two decades that makes her so interesting and she seems to know everyone, particularly men, and tells her daughters wonderful stories without censoring the passion and naughtiness she remembers. The family loosely calls the sprawling home in Kent 'The Country House' as in 'we went down to The Country House for the weekend'. Historically it has been known for several centuries as Ruxley Hall but these days no one appears to know what a hall is when used to refer to a stately home. Anyway most of the original hall on the brink of collapse was pulled down in 1910 by the Baroness's grandfather and rebuilt out of quarried stone and milled timber, making a reasonably livable residence even today. With twenty-two rooms it makes sense to invite guests whenever they go down to the country estate otherwise the place is like living in an abandoned hospital or an old-style jail. And that's where Renée shines and exacerbates her problem of passive unpopularity. She demolishes her parents' friends, her own friends and her sister's friends at whatever sport or leisure activity they compete against her. No guest has ever beaten her at quoits, table tennis, tennis, archery, skeet shooting, swimming, pitch and putt golf or go-kart racing baring mishaps like four years ago when she collapse in the tennis semi-finals having left her sick bed to play. Renée holds the five-lap go-kart track record by a margin of 47.35 seconds and her fastest time for the 10-lap feature race is 1 minute 2.5 seconds faster than anyone else, nearly all competitors finding in difficult to complete the circuit ten times. Her best 10-lap time is one and a half minutes under Rex's best when he was drunk enough to have a real go at chasing her around the track. He'd been give first choice of which of the seven carts he'd race in. He left the track three times during his hilarious pursuit. Her mother had warned Renée several times to be sporting and allow other people to win and her daughter was appalled that the Baroness could recommend she do something so underhand. * * * It was a gloomy late afternoon in London when Rex pulled out of Diane and handed her a towel and he yelled to Renée they were ready for coffee. "I'd really like to screw that cocky bitch." "Well grab her when she comes in and I'll go off and shower." "God no Diane, are you mad? She'd screw me into tomorrow." "Oh thank you very much. You are now saying my sister is a better fuck than me." "No, oh god no darling. All I'm saying I never want her to get her hands on me. No I was thinking about this afternoon when I'd just arrived and had got out of the car to be kissed by you when she zoomed up and miraculously just stopped before ramming my beloved company car." Diane sighed and said her sister didn't require miracles to succeed like most normal people did. "I would like to give the Hon Renée Holloway her comeuppance." "Go ahead, you are welcome to try but I'm warning you, expect to be thwarted." Renée swept into the room with the coffee tray. "Here we are guys, a good fuck?" Her sister and fiancé were too embarrassed to answer that question. "Oh another dud one Rex?" Rex looked at the retreating figure and reached for the bedside heavy ornate candlestick but Diane grabbed his arm and said, "Don't Rex it's an heirloom and the pair of them are valued for insurance at five thousand pounds." Driving home that night Rex had an idea. Over late dinner last weekend down at the country home the Baroness had asked him if he could bring another younger man down this coming weekend. He said yes but it was unlikely Renée would take to anyone he produced and the Baroness said it didn't matter, what mattered was having the right balance in numbers and sex. "Sex you say Sarah?" he said, attempting to make a joke and the Baroness looked at him strangely and said, "Well perhaps since you are interested Rex; I'll arrange it so we can slip away quietly." Only then did Rex realize he'd just unleashed the Baroness on to himself. She'd probably been hanging out for this opportunity. God her daughter would kill him if she found out. The next evening at his own apartment he shared with two guys who were out whoring, Rex pulled out his Year Book from his final year at university and made a list of names of guys who weren't gay and were possible real challengers for Renée. He came up with only two names and thought that class had been really top-heavy with gays, male and female. Well Charlie Evans was first choice; he was a car rally driver and competed internationally. He looked up cell phone numbers listed on the university website database, called the number he located and got Charlie's wife who said Charlie was in France preparing to compete in a rally this weekend. "Um Rex I'm alone except for the twins but they are both are asleep. Would you like to pop around and we can smoke some weed and see where that takes us?" "I engaged and marry in September." "So?" "No thanks, I really would have liked that Annie but my fiancée is bound to find out and she'd kill me." "So?" "Good night Annie." Rex wiped his forehead and thought that had been a really close one. Oddly enough he'd received more invitations from females hinting he could have sex with them than all the offers he'd received like that in perhaps five years prior to his engagement. It just wasn't fair. Perhaps Phil Ashford would be available. "Hi Phil, Rex Oliver." "Oh hi Rex, that really was a great piss-up we had at our quarterly class get-together a fortnight ago. God it was so wacky, I can still picture that oldest stripper of forty with tits hanging down level with her hipbones. It was fucking revolting." "Oh I didn't notice her. I was enjoying my 8th pint of beer, at least I think I had eight before I passed out." "Dunno but Gary and I got you home, remember?" "Oh you and Gary got me home. I had no idea. Look we have this really good sports person who beats the crap out of us when we go down to her parents' country estate at weekends. It's about time we produced someone to beat her." "Her?" "Yes she's super fit." "You're engaged to Baroness Ruxley's daughter right? I was in South Africa so couldn't get to the party." "Yeah right." "And so this sportswoman must be her sister Renée?" "Right. You are well informed." "It pays to know who's who. Is it okay if I also fuck her?" "Yes of course. You have my permission." "What authority do you have that gives you that right?" "Er none that I can think of for the moment. You could probably get a leg over the Baroness as well. She's still sexually active." "But not as juicy as the daughters?" "No of course not." Phil laughed and said, "And how have you managed to confirm that interesting fact Rex?" "Er her skin looks dry, a sure sign." "Oh I didn't know that." Rex said he'd been asked to bring down a friend to make up numbers. "We are friends aren't we Phil?" "Oh sure." "I can pick you up outside your office at 3:00 on Friday. If you can't make it until later you will have to drive down alone." "No that's fine. I'll be waiting outside the office. We are usually breaking open the bar at that time on a Friday." * * * Estate manager Ralston Stone who was becoming cross-eyed keeping one eye on his adulterously inclined wife and one eye on Ruxley Manor as the locals called the big house, enjoyed it when the family was in residence. It put staff on their toes and for some reason they became sexed up. Ralston occasionally shafted Mrs Webster the cook. To ensure he could do that uninterrupted he'd send her husband, who was a shepherd on the estate, into the village to collect a beer order and to stay at the bar for an hour and have a couple of pints. Ralston almost daily tailed Beth Winter, the young housekeeper who supervised two temporary maids who came up from the village when required. He had the secret thought of tailing all three housekeeping staff in a highly erotic orgy and of course he had shared the secret with Beth and the two young married women to increase the chances of it happening. Whenever his over-sexed wife said thankfully that his dick felt fatter that night, it always would have been a night when after dinner the fifty-three-year old Ralston had been picturing himself performing doggy on three beautifully rounded young butts. On Friday Ralston went over to the house, gave Beth what she wanted, and then inspected every room for weather leaks, rats and stray cats. He was having morning tea with Beth and Mrs Webster when the two women arrived from the village to begin making up the beds. Lucy, Baroness Ruxley's personal assistant, had called Beth earlier and gave details of the sleeping arrangements for the fourteen guests. Some married couples required either separate beds or even separate bedrooms and some engaged couples or couples going steady still didn't sleep together. Ralston drove off in his mud-splattered green Land Rover very happy. When he was leaving, the young maids Jane and Penny had stood at the front door side-by-side to farewell him, both giggling. The fact they were giggling rather then standing heads inclined slightly and looking expressionlessly as they had been trained to do was a good sign, a very good sign. He patted his dick affectionately and smiled. * * * Renée sat with her father's sister in the tearooms, having invited Aunt Doris to meet her. "So what is this problem you have darling? I thought the only one of you who ever had problems was Diane?" "I appear to put off men. When I meet them everything seems rosy and they look approvingly at my breasts, ass and legs as one expects them to do." "As one expects them to do," said her rather dumpy aunt. "By before long, any prospect of those guys becoming a suitor goes out the window even if they've enjoyed me carnally. Initially I thought it was because they were only after pussy and had got their fill but now I'm not so sure." "No I couldn't be sure either," Aunt Doris said, nodding sagely. "Men are always after pussy; it's endemic in them. Let me ask your some questions darling." Thirty minutes and three fresh servings of Twining tea later, Aunt Doris announced gravely that she thought she had it figured. "I think you are too competitive dear, men don't like females who wallop them at physical activities or to show them up as being intellectually inferior. So you have to choice, adopt a dumber blonde role or go out and get the superior type of guy. If you look hard enough you might find one." "Might?" "All the good ones tend to be grabbed early darling and kept on a tight leash. Women are rather smart at times." Renée wondered if her sister could teach her how to act dumb and be convincing. Well she would look into this after this weekend. This old university friend Rex was bringing might be worth fucking although in going to that university there was a good chance he'd be gay. CHAPTER 2 Phil Ashford was waiting outside the building where the accountancy practice of Ashford, Bainbridge, Mell & Peek occupied the eleven top levels. He called hi to Rex when opening the rear door and tossed in his two bags and hung his dinner suit bag on the grab handle. As he climbed in beside Rex he said, "Nice wheels. I probably have packed too much stuff because I'll be in bed most of the weekend with Renée." "That's unlikely. My fiancée says her sister is not very good at sex." "That's just Diane lying to keep you from sniffing around her younger sister. How would Di know?" "What other guys have told her I suppose. I don't think those two would have fucked because they're not particularly compatible." "That's possibly true Rex but look at it this way. Have you ever fucked any female you haven't particularly liked?" "Well yes, my cousin for one. But that's different." "How is it different... watch that old guy on his cycle." "I have no idea. God look at that fucking cyclist swing out like that. I could have hit him." Phil whistled when they breasted the rise and he saw the size of the house in its picturesque setting in the lush valley. "Four-fifths of the people have one-fifth of the money and people like Baroness Ruxley and the Government have the other four-fifths," Phil said philosophically. "You ought to have a crack at the Baroness; she might accept you as her toy boy and lavish you with money." "Being identified as a toy boy doesn't fit the imagine I have of myself." Diane came running out to greet them followed by the two maids who'd carry in the luggage. Diane was all over Rex and ended by licking his ear and squeezing his dick and that made Phil smile. Rumor had it that Diane was a frigid bitch; so much for rumors. She came around to his side and said, "Hi Phil, I remember seeing you at the capping ceremony but you were pretty drunk." He ignored that snotty comment. "Hi Di." They kissed open mouth, tongues touching, and when Phil furtively slid a hand down over her hip she pushed her pussy into his hand. Phil moved his fingers briefly before breaking away thinking blasted rumors. Clearly Diane was your normal young woman willing to fuck any guy who could turn her on. Rex raised an eyebrow when his fiancée came around the front of the car with Phil on her arm but relaxed when she also took his arm and marched her two men into the house. The Countess came forward and kissed Rex, saying "Hello darling" and turned and waited for the introduction. "Mummy this is Phillip Ashford who prefers to be called Phil." "Good afternoon Countess Ruxley." "Sarah is sufficient thank you Phil and you are not expected to use formal address with two other titled people here this weekend." "Thank you Sarah. Also thank you for the invitation to be here. Rex and I have been close friends since our first day at university," he smiled. Rex recognized the lie. They virtually hadn't spoken to each other until their final year when Rex stepped in and persuaded Police not to arrest Phil for drunkenness in a public place. Thereafter Phil preferred Rex accompanying him whenever he went on a drinking and whoring binge and the association taught Rex how to drink bigger quantities of liquor and remain standing and how to handle whores without paying excessive amounts of money (get them drunk). At 6:00 Diane slipped into Phil's room where he was reading the 'Financial Times. She threw her panties at him and watched him catch them a sniff the crotch. "Quickly let's do it. The Baroness has asked Rex to help her move some furniture. I wasn't invited to help." "Are you sure?" "Yes get it out and into me but remove your clothes first," Diane said, stripping." "God you're big," she said, sounding a little nervous. She was tight but also quite moist. Phil managed to push into the hilt without her moaning too much. He knew he was supposed to hurry but she took forever to climax. Finally she moaned and bit hard into his neck. He pulled off the condom and drenched her face and hair. She screamed "You bastard" and ran from the room, only to return seconds later for her clothes. She then saw the blood Phil was dabbing on his neck and said, "Omigod, I guess I did that. I'm awfully sorry." "It's fine." "No I'm really sorry. Put another condom on and give it to me up the ass." Diane left the room forty minutes later, dressed and wearing a fat smile, having just had the best anal fuck of her life. She knew she had time to dry her hair before drinks due be served from 8:00. Rex arrived looking a little tired. "You were a long time?" "Your mother wanted furniture shifted in her bedroom and in the lounge connecting her bedroom with your father's bedroom," Rex lied. "Oh that is a lot of furniture." "And they she changed her mind and we put it all back in its original position." "Yes that's mom, doing that it see if you'd make a pass at her." "Me but she'd old?" "Christ Rex don't let her hear you say that." Phil was having a long shower to remove all remains of his sexual encounter when the shower door popped open and a female said, "Hi I'm Renée Holloway. Turn and give me a look at it and I'll decide whether I'll sleep with you this weekend." "God you're rude," Phil said, turned to face her. "Yeah not too bad. That should come up pretty big. Do you know how to use it?" "Ask your mother," he said recklessly, thinking what a totally impolite bitch. She grinned and said at least he was humorous. "Do you do it backdoor?" she said reaching out to hold his dick. "Only if I really like the bitch." "Oooh. You and I have a big date later tonight. I must be off to soak in the bath." "Renée I'll not have sex with you if you keep on being so impolite and aggressive." "Omigod, at last, a guy who knows how to stand up and speak for himself," she said, making Phil wince and she gave his dick and hard farewell squeeze. "I'll attempt to be my romantic best tonight, just for you." Did that mean other people would be involved in groupies? He hoped not. He also didn't like Renée grabbing him like that without any display of caring and tenderness. She'd handled him like a piece of meat. Conversations he had over pre-dinner drinks were short and stilted. Phil had more than the impression he was being treated like an outsider. He saw Diane drag Rex by the arm from the room and she looked highly agitated and Rex was protesting. Phil became pissed off and went for a walk and took longer than expected. When he returned he looked into a side room and stopped, glimpsing an astonishing sight. There was a guy with his pants down around his ankles and yet with his jacket on and wearing one of those hats farmers like to wear plugging away a woman bent over the back of the sofa. No there was another woman. Holy smoke and another one and they all had their skirts up over their back. He peered into the gloom because the lights were not on and twilight was deepening. He recognized the housekeeper and the two maids. Renée Is a Little Too Tough Jesus. Well obviously dinner hadn't started. He came across Rex who looked upset. "Hi pal, women trouble?" Phil said flippantly. Rex glared at him and then, as seeing some evidence of concern, sniffed, "Yeah Diane is out of her tree, accusing me of tailing her mother and yelling how could I." "Did you?" Rex let fly with a couple of obscenities and said, "Don't you start." "Sorry." "Yeah right. How are you getting on with sexy Renée?" "She and I are incompatible. She's all power and no substance." Rex sighed and said Phil might have been the first to ever express such heavy criticism of the flamboyant younger daughter. He said the weekend had the makings of a disaster. Phil said, "Should we leave?" Rex considered that and then shook his head and said he'd put so much work into Diane it could harm the relationship even more if he walked now after their little tiff. Phil thought fucking your fiancée's mother would rate much higher than little tiff in the scale of relationship issues but wisely kept that thought to himself. Most issues could be resolved. "If you wish to leave take the car. Diane is going up to London on Sunday evening and so I can go with her. She'll want dick and so will crawl to me and we ought to be able to patch the cracks in our relationship." Phil thought that was a useful thing about a dick he'd never considered. He decided he would say he'd stay. "I suggest you go," Rex said. "Renée's acting aggressively, probably is having a period, and Diane is away verbally gouging her mother so Sarah will also become bitchy and anyway the unbalanced mix of this lot this weekend is almost as bad as it gets." "Right give me the keys and I'll disappear. Phone me when you arrive home and I'll bring the car to you. I'll write to the Countess, making my apology." Within ten minutes Phil was driving off, ending a messy start to his weekend and with Rex's final words ringing in his ears, 'Harm that car in any manner and you're dead." Nice guy Rex. * * * Phil drove west for an hour to Epsom, deciding to stay with his parents at their weekend home. They had delayed dinner to wait for his sister Jill, who was also visiting for the night His mom Glenys was excited to see him because she hadn't seen Phil for five weeks. She retrieved all the dinners and made adjustments, adding meat and vegetables that hadn't been served, and lo she produced enough to satisfy everyone except his father Harry, who sighed when he got his dinner returned and said it would have been appreciated had Phil arrived after dinner or at least on time for dinner. "Harry," snapped his wife while his daughter sighed and said, "Stop bitching dad." Harry grinned and chewing a mouthful of meat off a chop went off to open a bottle of red, pleased that Phil had arrived and he now had someone to share red wine with. The women only drank white. "Where have you been darling?" asked his mum. "Um to a cocktail party at Maidstone." "Oh that's a long way to go to just a cocktail party. Anyone we know?" "I don't think so... Baroness Ruxley." "Oh god," said his mom and even his father looked a little impressed. "I hear she's one tough bitch," said his sister, a senior nurse at a public hospital. "No actually Sarah seems very okay," Phil said, picking up the bone of a chop to gnaw." "You call her Sarah?" Jill choked. "She's one of the wealthiest women in the entire British Isles." "Yeah but no big deal. She knew I was there to look over her youngest daughter." "Who Renée, she's a big socialite and a ball buster of men." "What's a ball buster Jill?" Jill and the two men looked at one another and they grinned. "She's reputedly sexually overly active mum but my interest in her is she's reputedly a superb sportswoman who is only interested in a guy if he can out-perform her." "What in bed?" "Jill!" rebuked her mother. It was the most interesting dinner Phil had attended in at least six months. He'd really enjoyed stringing his family along. They all appeared to have had a great time as well. Phil was reading in bed when his sister came in wearing a short nightdress. She stretched and said she couldn't get to sleep. He pulled back the covers and she jumped in. Jill pulled an arm out of her nightdress and without being asked Phil put down his book and began rubbing the exposed boob. They watched the nipple stiffen. His older sister said, "Have you got a condom." Phil sighed. "I've told you it's no and always will be no." "Then can I jerk you?" "Um, well yes. I could do with a release." "And I can swallow?" "I suppose so." * * * At the country house in Kent, Sarah came up to Rex and asked him to fetch his friend because she was waiting to start dinner. "Oh sorry, he's returned home. Um not feeling well. I forgot to apologize on his behalf." Renée was passing and heard that and came back to them. "He was okay when I was with him for a few moments." Rex snorted, "It was probably you who upset him. He's not used to overly aggressive women and being treated like a piece of meat as you did." "Renée you go too far at times," said the Countess. "He appeared to be a very nice young man." "Yeah and was a top athlete at university." "Who Phil?" Renée asked in surprise. Rex grinned and said, "Yeah, a bit of a surprise package yes what?" "I'll say," Renée said thoughtfully. "What does he do?" "He's an accountant and his principle clientele are people in the entertainment industry and restaurateurs." Sarah said then it sounded like he was with a major firm. "Yes he's with Ashford, Bainbridge, Mell & Peek." "Oh Edward Bainbridge looks after a number of my trusts," Sarah said. Rex said, "Then you might know Phil's father, a senior partner in that firm?" "Oh Harry Ashford, yes I do. We were in the same class in our first year at university and I often see incorrigible Harry socially." "An accountant who is lively enough to rate as incorrigible, well that's unusual," Renée said. "And the son likewise," Rex said. "He survived three exclusion threats at university." "Are we talking about the same Phil Ashford?" Renée said, mystified. "Yes because you probably went at him like a slut whereas Phil's slut days are behind him. Do you know of any other guy who would walk away from you when he'd in sight of pussy?" "Shut up, how dare you Rex." "No Renée, you shut up and listen to what Rex and I have to say to you. It won't take a minute and by god this is long overdue." CHAPTER 3 Mrs Weeks, the senior receptionist, came with the card to Phil's office instead of sending a junior with it. He glanced at it and smiled. "Tell her I'm in a meeting and will be free in an hour Eileen." "Very well," the receptionist said, aware that no meeting was in place. "You are aware she is the youngest daughter of Baroness Ruxley?" "Very aware Eileen and she has to learn that she needs to make an appointment for a professional consultation." "Oh yes, splendid Phil. Even if she doesn't come back the lesson will have been delivered. I like it." An hour later Eileen returned and announced, "The Hon Renée Holloway sir." "Oh hi Renée," Phil said standing up. Do you wish to be kissed?" "No thank you." "Please yourself. Take a chair," he said, sitting. "Would you like coffee?" "Yes, flat white." "Thanks Eileen. Two flat whites, no alcohol added." "Yes sir," Eileen smiled. It was only 10:15. When Eileen left Renée said, "I'm really mad at you." "Join the club. I don't know why you bothered to show up here. You must be aware by now we appear totally incompatible." "That's just your view. You have no idea what I'm like or how I want to be." "Renée you are almost thirty. Don't you think you are already are what you are?" "That doesn't make sense." "You said or how you wanted to be. That uncertainty belongs to one's childhood stage of development" "Oh." Arriving with the coffee and feeling the tension in the air Eileen said, "Excuse me, I have the coffee." "Come in Mrs Weeks," Phil said. "We are having a lover's quarrel although we're not that far in our relationship yet." Renée looked to be almost bursting her boiler. "You are fortunate to know Mr Ashford Miss Holloway. We think he's the nicest man in our entire office." "Thank you Mrs Weeks. Renée is probably more interested in severing our tenuous relationship rather than consolidating it." "You have no idea of my intentions," Renée flared. "Well my advice is talk it through young people. Always talk yourself out before taking acute action. Well good luck. I'll close the door." Renée smiled when Eileen had closed the door. "Did you put her up to that?" "No but she's a mother of three teenagers and I know she mothers me." Renée smiled again. "Well at least someone likes you." "And even Mrs Weeks will like you. You must realize I've only seen you at your probable worst." "Well yes. And I'm here to apologize unreservedly. Rex told me what you possibly thought of me. I was appalled. I'm bored with those repetitive weekends with people who are mother's friends in the main, not mine, and then to top it all off along with the pressure to perform I found you were being thrown at me." "Yeah will I suspect the poor don't have these problems related to affluence." "Wrong our mother doesn't give my sister or I any money. The money we have is what we earn. I'm a quantity surveyor. Mother stopped our allowances when we both turned twenty, saying our childhood had ended." "But you still imbibe in her affluence at weekends." "That's true. You have an interesting way of putting things. Rex says you are a complex character but have mellowed somewhat now that you no longer have to perform for your university set." "Actually that's probably quite right; they were a damn demanding lot with high expectations." "Like my mother and her clutch of friends have of me?" "Well yes, probably. Yes I do see the similarity. So you are here to say you are repositioning to act more of your natural self in the hope that I might see you are a better person?" Renée blinked and looked quite startled. "Jesus." "Well you being here so unexpectedly and considering what you've just confessed, that conclusion appeared rather logical, don't you think?" "Yes I agree." "Well Renée please come around here, sit on me knee and give me a sweet kiss. You might like to return at 1:00 and we'll go to lunch and talk about dating." "And sex?" she said, sliding on to Phil's knee. "Is there some other purpose for dates?" She laughed and stretched from the hips to kiss him sweetly. After watching Renée's sweet ass go through his doorway, and her hand hanging below her hip and waving backwards to him, as if she knew where his focus would be, Phil returned to working on accounts and then Rex called. "Hi Rex, I guess you have thoroughly inspected your vehicle?" "Actually yes and found no marks and no stains and no condoms on the rear seat. Thanks." "My pleasure. And has Diane called you this morning?" Rex, sounding surprised, said yes she had. "I thought she would. She would have half forgiven you on Saturday night when you were fucking her instead of her mother, and her mother probably told her some home truths. Then after you'd dropped her at her flat she would have though so this is what it would be without him, and so total forgiveness seeped through her and she thought oh my golly, Rex really is a great chap." Rex snorted and said she'd called to ask she was missing a pair of panties, did he have them. "And she made no lovey-dovey overtures?" Rex offered no response. "Oh I see. Well what do you want?" "Well she did grease up to me actually. You were quite right. I'm calling to ask do you want to go to the High Note Jazz Club on Saturday night. Diane doesn't like jazz." "Christ Rex, you're treating her as if you were already married. Give Diane the attention she probably craves for and go out with her Saturday night. If you wish call me tomorrow if you two have settled on something interesting and I'll ask Renée if we should go out with you two." "Renée? Man you've blown your chances of ever getting your head between her thighs." "Just call me when you two decide on an activity. Bye." "No wait...." The call was cut. * * * Rex met Diane at a bar at 6:00, kissed her to display he really meant it and she responded by jamming her tongue almost to the uvula at the back of his throat. "Wow." She grinned. They ordered and Rex said he'd had second thoughts about going to the jazz club on Saturday night. "Couldn't you get anyone to go with you?" He smiled reassuringly and said actually he thought he'd much rather do something with her. "What do you wish to do?" "Go somewhere to dine and dance if we can get in." "Oh excellent. Should I ask Phil if he and Renée would like to accompany us?" Rex asked, hoping that might prompt something about the relationship between those two. "Who?" "Phil." "No I meant Phil and who?" "Your sister Renée." "God she was as mad as a cut cat Saturday night when she found Phil had walked out on her. I'm sure she was thinking of castration and I'm damn sure if she sees him again she'll attack him." "Well I happened to mention to Phil you and I might be doing something interesting this Saturday night and he said he'd ask Renée because they could be interested in joining us." "You idiot, he was teasing you. Hell will freeze over before those two have a chance of getting together again." "He sounded..." "I don't care how he sounded. He was pulling your tit. But invite him if you wish, I won't mind a threesome... er at the restaurant." Rex's phone went. He smiled and said, "Hey pal, I'll pass you across to Diane. I'm on my way to have a pee." "It's Phil about Saturday night," Rex said and handed the phone across and went around to the other side of Diane to listen at her phone ear. "Hi Diane, getting plenty of sex?" "I have capacity for more. Are you offering?" "Er Diane, I was only offering a friendly greeting. I don't foul a pal's nest." "Well then you shouldn't make such disgusting remarks to a lady." "I'm sorry Diane. I overstepped the mark." "Well what's the message for Phil?" "Tell him Renée and I will join you two guys Saturday night if the offer is still on." "Who?" "Renée you sister and I." "Is this some kind of joke? I heard her shouting on Saturday night when told you had gone that she'd have your balls for a necklace if she ever caught up with you again." Rex was patting Diane's shoulder, encouraging her. "Oh that? That's water under the bridge. We've had a reconciliation, that's all I should say." "Are you fucking my sister?" Rex whacked Diane's shoulder and held up his thumb in glee. "Please pass on my message to Rex." "Okay but you haven't answered my question." "It's not a question one answers Di. Would you expect me to tell Rex if I fucked you? There are just some things best left unsaid. Is that part of your social education missing? Bye Di." "That asshole, telling me off like that," Diane fumed. "And calling me Di. Who the hell does he think he is?" "Phil Ashford." "You are skating on very thin ice Rex. You've fucked my mother, what about Renée?" "Hell no, do you think I'm insane? I only went to your mother because she insisted and I thought your mother would really think I was suitable for you once she'd tried me out. As I've already explained I also considered she'd think more fondly of me and that could be to the advantage to you and me." "Well if I ever find out you have been at Renée and have been at my mother again you will be the one who'll be castrated." "Yes dear and never fear. I not place myself in that position of peril." "Renée never backs down once she's rowed with someone." "Christ Diane, that's it. Don't you see? They both blew off steam but they didn't come face to face to really rip into each other." "Omigod, you're probably right. Call somewhere now to book. Start with the Abacus Bar." On Thursday night Renée arrived at Phil's apartment for dinner with his two flatmates, one a university lecturer and the other the IT manager of a law firm. She was dressed in light blue jeans and a fluffy yellow top and looked front cover magazine material. George answered the door and said politely, "Good evening Miss Holloway. Please come in. Phil is busy in the kitchen because he's on dinner tonight. He'll be through in a minute." "Pizza?" "With Phil, I don't think so. He's a wiz in the kitchen." "Are we talking about Phil Ashford?" "Yes." "Oh sorry." "It's okay, come and meet James and I'll get you a drink. It's wine, beer or brandy lime and soda. We tend not to overstock. "The BLS thanks." They had just begun their drinks when Phil walked in with a beer. "Hi darling," he said, and kissed Renée who rose to the occasion and replied, "Hi darling, nice aromas are coming from the kitchen." "It was unusual for Renée to call any guy darling and the first time they'd used that word to each other, and this was their first time they had socialized since meeting for the first time the previous Friday evening. Phil stayed for a couple of minutes and took three swigs of beer. "Where did you too first meet," James asked. "In a bar," Renée said. "In a brothel." James looked at them and said, "Well which one was it?" Phil said a bar and Renée said a brothel. She then sighed and said, "The truth is he arrived at my parents' country home last Friday with a friend. We spoke but this is the first time we'd socialized as a duo." "Phil." "That's the truth. Please take Renée to the table James and you come and fetch two plates of our starter please George. It's Thai stir-fried noodles with chicken." That course was served with sparkling water and was simply delicious. Phil said the next course was only minutes away. James clear and bring in the plates for our main please. George fetch that carafe of light Spanish red off the sideboard and place it on the table with those heavy tumblers please. James arrived with the plates and set them out and placed a wooden plate stand in the center of the table and then returned with torn lettuce leaves drizzled with olive oil. "Ole!" shouted Phil, arriving with the large shallow pan in which he'd cooked the paella. "Oh paella, one of my very favorites," cried Renée as George handed her the large dished serving spoon. They ate slowly and the conversation was animated as they talked about their experiences in Spain, all of them having been there. A chocolate cake, made by Phil, was served with coffee. James and George agreed with Renée it was a lovely meal and the two flatmates cleared and went into the kitchen to do the dishes, leaving Phil and Renée alone for the first time. Phil turned all the lights off apart from one wall light. Renée sank into his arms on the sofa and they went into a long kiss. She gently guided his hand down between her thighs and he said, "What if they come in to say goodnight instead of going out the other way?" "Will it matter? It's now fairly dimly lit over here and anyway they both would have seen pussies before tonight." He laughed and said, "You really have got it together, haven't you?" "Yes for a quantity surveyor I'm very flamboyant, if that's what you mean?" "I meant you are pretty fearless for a female but what you said about you job is interesting. I'd always thought the surveyors I'd met were pretty conservative people, um rather like civil engineers I suppose. But as they say it takes all types and of course you can change your persona to suit the circumstances." Renée Is a Little Too Tough Renée laughed and said that was an intelligent assessment. "I do want you to touch me." "Are we to have sex?" "Sometime or rather I would expect but whether that is to be tonight I really don't know." She pulled up her skirt and Phil moved his hand right in and strummed up and down her inner thighs. He changed nothing when her thighs parted but a couple of minutes later when her breathing rate had become a lot more audible her ran a finger between her legs and Renée casually pulled the crotch of her high-cut panties to one side. She sucked in breath and held it as the finger ran up and down her slit and when it slowly began edging into the entrance she whispered, "Say hello to pussy." "Hi pussy, you feel to be a very fine specimen." Renée rolled her face toward Phil's face and with tongue protruding kissed Phil and his lips parted under her pressure and their tongues flickered against each other. He inserted another finger and she groaned and moved her hips up and down slowly, shadowing perhaps what was to come, but certainly making certain that Phil was in no doubt of what pussy wanted. Phil, on his knees, her right leg between them, saw Renée's eyes close and her hand reach down and begin to tweak her left nipple. That told him she'd decided to go with the flow and not attempt to takeover, well at least for now. He reached up and mashed her right tit, although not squeezing it too hard. She opened one eye, smiled at him and then rolled her head to her right slightly and let her tongue hang out the side of her mouth grotesquely as if she were being garroted. Obviously the message to his brain was that's very sexy because more blood was pumped hurriedly to his dick and it turned the erection into a rod of hardened steel, well at least according to what Phil was thinking. He really squelched his fingers after inserting the third and had three of them working independently to try to heighten the sensations for Renée inside her cunt. "Oh Phil, oh Phil, I'm c-o-m-i-n-g," she called a little breathlessly and she gushed, down his hand and one thigh and on to the leather-covered sofa. Phil wasted no time and was steering his erection to enter the gaping pussy when the disgusting bitch sighed and said, "Who taught you to do that so well, your mother?" He came within an ace of having a premature ejaculation. Phil rammed it in and she cried, "Oh god, I've come again already." Fully docked he rolled off her, pulling her on to her right hip and she lifted her uppermost leg and had it propped before he'd opened his mouth to ask her to do that. Obviously this babe knew every which way but loose. And that was true because she began rocking back at him beautifully and when at last he began flagging she clamped him and he groaned under the pressure and when the head of his cock was caught under huge pressure near the pussy entrance at the end of a backstroke it became just too much for him and he began firing into her depths. When they panted to a sweating stop she glared at him and snapped, "You bastard, you weren't wearing a condom." Christ she was right. He had no idea where she'd been. "I have no idea where that dick of yours has been?" The message from his brain said attack. "It was your responsibility to remind me you careless bitch." "You careless bitch? How..." Her reddening face disappeared against him as she burst into laughter and hugged him. She said she'd never heard such a ridiculously pathetic excuse in all her life. He began laughing and hugged her back and said, "Shhhhh, the boys are in the apartment." "Omigod, I forgot about them. Fortunately I'm not a really big screamer." "Like who.... some of your girlfriends?" She giggled and told him he had a really filthy mind. They hugged, neither willing to let go. "I'm in a mess," she whispered. "Yeah and I have cunt juices all over my groin and my ass is grinding it into the leather." "What do we do about it?" He said stay as they were for a little while. He was enjoying holding her. "Did you notice the new me, at least I pretty well held to my plan until you called me a careless bitch?" "Well I think you carried out your plan very well and only when you came under intense provocation did you crack. I'm left with the impression I'm holding the nicest, loveliest woman I've ever fucked." "Why thank you sir. You are so kind but it would pay to remember behind the façade a hard bitch lurks." "Well keep on with your efforts to tame it. I think I can help in the taming of Renée in a big way. You see I'm not over-awed by you and couldn't care who your mother is. When you told me you were a quantity surveyor that told me a lot about your character, that you chose to study for those years you were at university to prepare yourself to enter a profession that's significantly male-dominated. It told me that Renée the competitive exhibitionist also had a very human side to her character, that somewhere along the line you were told no don't qualify to do that because you'd meet prejudice if you work in the construction industry and you must have said fuck that, you'd give it a go." "You are too clever for words, old chap. Actually I didn't end up inspecting bridge or the roadway system and then begin estimating the cost and quantities of materials and a delivery schedule. My starting job is where I still work, for a major firm of architects and engineers and because of the way our workflow is organized I never have to leave my desk except to pee or to go to lunch. After they'd cleaned up, they walked to where Renée live, talking all the way. When they kissed at the entrance he said, "I'd like you to meet my parents, on Sunday perhaps." "Why?" "Well it's customary for a chap to allow his parents to look over the woman he proposes to marry before he proposes." "I see. Okay whenever." Phil almost protested. "But I was expecting a fight." "Well you got that wrong. I wish to marry so why not you? God Phil, you must understand I'm not a hard bitch all the time. You fuck well and you're obviously not scared of me. You are very suitable to be my husband." THE END