Ardently, my heart swelling with desire, I lowered my face to the hairy nest and began lapping. Now that we were away from the noisy crowd, I could worship my Goddess peacefully and with a great deal of loving care. I parted the rosy red cunt-lips and foraged for her clitoris with a probing tongue.
Tonight, especially, I wanted to make it good for her. I knew she had something on her mind. Something heavy, I was sure. Despite my curiosity, though, I didn't dare ask. Perhaps it didn't even concern me. Except that I had become a part of her these last few days, and anything in her life was automatically in mine; couldn't she understand that?
Meanwhile, well, I had this to tide me over. I was in my favorite place. One of them, anyway, one of my two favorite places in all the world. Between the legs of my beautiful mistress, burrowing into the beautiful cunt between the beautiful legs of beautiful Julia. Beautiful…
"Such a busy little cuntlapper. Busy, busy. I love the way you concentrate on your work, darling."
"I do it for you. All for you."
"How you must love me! Sometimes I feel guilty, making you fall in love like that."
"Guilty? No need. I love to suck your cunt and make you happy. That's when I'm the happiest, when I'm inside your body and doing it for you."
"You darling girl. Suck, then. Suck, suck."
Her thighs, voluptuously soft, closed around my head for a poignantly sweet moment. A moment of breathtaking intimacy. I loved the sensation. Even from a purely physical viewpoint, it made me feel once again as though I was part of this flesh, this beautiful body. As if her cunt and my face were all one and the same. And yet, despite this lovely feeling, I was still conscious of her burden. She was bound to come out with it soon. Any minute now. I had no idea what made me so certain; was it something in her voice? I just knew…
"Rory? Better stop now."
"Uh-huh. Want to tell me about it?"
"Hmm? About what?"
"Whatever it is. The burden you're carrying. I can just see it weighing you down."
"Clever girl. I guess you know me pretty well."
"Better than you think. That's one of the advantages of being in love. Anyway, I know you've got something on your mind. Won't you let me help? Sometimes just hearing yourself talk about a problem makes it easier to solve. So if you'll talk, I'll be a good listener. Want to give it a try?"
"I-I suppose so. All right."
"Good. Let me just… uh…" I rested my cheek on a smooth thigh, caressing it with my face as I caressed her silky cunt-tuft with my fingers. "There now, I'm nice and comfortable. And see how I'm resisting temptation?"
"Little monkey. Resist, then, and don't interrupt me. We're supposed to be working on my problem, not yours. Listen. That woman I was with tonight, did you see her?"
"Uh-huh. I drew a complete blank, though. I mean, uh, she just didn't ring a bell, you know? Who is she?"
"You haven't seen her before, she's not one of the bunch – so don't worry about your memory failing you. Her name is Corinne Dahlgren, she owns a house a few miles down the beach. A year-round place, not as big as this but much nicer. Living here like that, she's got to be pretty discreet and can't fool around much, not at wild parties, anyway. She came over just to see me – and to take a peek at the young stuff, I guess, even though it's against her better judgment. For which I can't blame her. I've known her for years, both socially and in business. I trust her. You get the picture? I really trust that woman. And now she comes up with a story that shocks the shit out of me. She even admits it might not be true – or not so bad, at least – but it's been bothering her ever since she heard it and she just had to tell…"
"Julia, wait. I've got to interrupt. You're just circling around and around without really saying anything. Is the story so bad that you can't put it into words? Some real ugly lesbian gossip? Were you involved in some awful affair that you're still afraid to talk about? Forgive me if I sound like an analyst, but if you keep repressing it, well…"
"Some analyst. You're right, though, I'm going around in circles. Only it's not a gay story, nothing about sex. Only money. Lots and lots of money. And if it's true, I'm the victim, not the villain. I'm being cheated by my own husband, how about that?"
"Simon? Simon is cheating you?"
"That's the story. Robbing me blind. Tucking it away in a Swiss bank. And now I've got to track it down and find out, one way or the other. Corinne's lawyer may have something for me, a falsified statement, something like that. And I might have to fly to Washington and maybe Chicago and then – oh hell, you see why I'm so upset, darling?"
"Uh-huh. Me too. I'm so sorry. Cheated by your husband, how awful! And you've been married such a long time. But if she says it might not be true."
"No. I'd better start thinking the other way. It's bound to be true. Where there's smoke, there must be somebody smoking. Or something to that effect. Oh. Incidentally. Talking about it did help. I've just figured out what to do. First of all, I think we've had enough of this place, don't you? The party crowd is too rich for my blood. We'll move over to Corinne's house tomorrow; that way you'll have a safe place to stay if I'm called away in a hurry. And it's quiet there, I can get myself organized and make some long distance phone calls. Okay? How does that sound to you? Unless you'd rather stay here and…"
"Need you ask? It sounds wonderful."
"Okay. No more decisions. Let's fuck."
"Oooh! Let's."
"Sweet slave-girl. Here's my ass for you."
I helped her roll over, rushing, rushing, hot and horny and breathless with impatience. And at last it was there in front of me, that beautiful ass, and I plunged frantically and buried my face between the firm-fleshed buttocks and thrust the full length of my tongue into that quivery asshole…
"Hey! Slow down."
"Ummm?"
"What's your hurry? Don't be in such a rush to show off your tongue. I already know how long it is. Treat my asshole with a little respect, you hear? Be gentle. Lick first, lick it with love. AH around. It should be precious to you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got careless. Please forgive me, let me try again. I just wanted it so much…"
"Careless is right. No, you can't have it yet. First tell me how you'll go about it, how you'll make up for your stupid carelessness. Look at it, look at my ass and speak up."
"Mistress? Your ass is so beautiful. Precious to me. It deserves only the best. I'll never be careless again. I'll kiss the nice soft cheeks. I'll use my tongue there and lap all over. And then I'll lick up and down the pretty crack. And inside the sweet little hole. And I'll fuck and fuck and…"
"Okay. Do it. Because you love it."
"I do love it."
"And it loves you. That's as it should be. Ah! A loving tongue and a loving asshole…"
The reason I hadn't really noticed Corinne Dahlgren was quite simple. She just wasn't very noticeable. Her hair was a nice shade of auburn, but there wasn't much of it in that hairdo, a kind of boyish close-crop, much shorter than mine. An ordinary face, the type that ages well, picking up a few wrinkles and an expression of dignity. Gray eyes. A wiry body, fairly tall. Nondescript, pretty much, not nearly as impressive as her house. That was all I gleaned at first sight, anyway. Although I knew better than to make snap judgments in this segment of society. Lesbians hiding their lesbianism learned to hide a lot more; who could tell what might be lurking beneath the surface?
I wasn't exactly bursting with curiosity, though. Except about the house. How could she live alone in a place this size? Weren't there any servants? Julia finally got around to mentioning it, asking what had happened to the elderly couple who used to handle the household chores. And that was when I figured maybe Corinne Dahlgren wasn't so ordinary after all. Not what she said, just the way she said it. With a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye, animated all of a sudden, almost vivacious.
"Oh, I've got new servants now. I pensioned the old ones off, poor dears. But come, it's time you met my crew. They should be in the morning room about now. That's where you'll probably want to work later on, Julia. Plenty of desk space."
She led us through the hallway and into the go-called morning room. There was a bulky dark-haired woman seated behind one of the desks, dressed in a uniform of some sort, very stark. Her fingernails were being worked on by a sweet-faced young blonde girl. The woman started to rise as we entered, but Corinne immediately waved her back.
"Keep your seat, Hedwig, no need to be formal. Say hello to my friends here. Julia. Rory. Hedwig is my housekeeper, officially, but she's really more of a friend. And an enormous help to me, I might add. She keeps things running. Jumping, sometimes."
"I sure try." The dark woman smiled. Then, with a nudge of her hand, "Lizabeth, go great your mistress."
The kid dropped her nail file and scurried out from behind the desk, clearly visible now. She was wearing a tunic of some sort – a coolie coat, perhaps – and high-heeled shoes, nothing else, showing a remarkably lovely length of leg. She sank to the floor and kissed Corinne's feet, one kiss on each shoe-toe. And then, scrambling around in back, she came out of her crouch enough to poke her head up under the skirt.
My heart pounded. I heard Julia gasp. Somehow this seemed a thousand times more erotic than the naked doggie or the go-go dancers or anything like that. It wasn't as clear now, but I could still see enough to know what was going on. The kid was holding the pose, her face pressed against the seat of Corinne's panties. She was breathing heavily, inhaling the scent with audible sniffs, wiggling her head a little in an apparent effort to dig her nose deeper into the crease.
"All right, dear, let's not overdo it." Corinne gave a little backward lurch, a playful sign of dismissal. "Just return to whatever you were doing."
The girl's face reappeared, flushed and even prettier than before; it could only have been a glow of adoration. Once again she kissed her mistress' feet humbly and then at last rose and scampered off to resume her manicuring duties. Only it wasn't so easy now, working on a hand that seemed unable to remain still. I couldn't figure that out, the woman named Hedwig looked different now, somehow, wriggling around and swaying in her chair, an odd expression on her face. Then the movement changed direction, even more conspicuous this time as her body rocked back and forth, still picking up speed.
Corinne's grin was wry and twinkly again. "Gail?"
"Gail." Hedwig grinned back. "And guess where."
"I don't have to guess. Sexy bitch. You think I don't know where? But I doubt if our guests do. Mind if they go over and take a look?"
"Why should I mind? Ladies, care to come and see?"
We broke records getting there, giggling in anticipation and then gasping at the revelation. My eyes took in Hedwig's body first, bulky but not fat at all, suddenly quite intriguing. Even more so, though, was the thing underneath her. It could only have been a face down there, out of sight but a face nonetheless, a girl's face, crushed and engulfed by the massive buttocks. Only the slim body was visible. It was bent back upon the cushioned seat of the chair, the unseen upturned face forming a second cushion for that big pampered bottom.
A slurping sound told the rest of the story, but Hedwig showed no hesitation about filling in the details. She even called our attention to the way the hem of her uniform was rucked up in back, allowing total contact between face-flesh and ass-flesh. Without panties, naturally. Just listening to her was a terrific turn-on, and Julia kept grabbing me and squeezing me, my arm or my shoulder or around the waist; oh shit, each of us knew what the other was thinking about. I wondered how long it would be before we were alone and doing those things.
And still Hedwig was rattling on, making it sound exciting even when she repeated herself. "She's reaming me good. You have no idea how beautifully her tongue treats my asshole. Oh yes, Gail is an expert at it. I taught her myself. And I happen to be particularly fond of having my ass kissed. It's very sensitive, and I actually prefer it to having my cunt lapped. Not that she can't do both equally well, of course, those are basic fundamentals that every good slave-girl is trained to do."
Squinting a little, I could spot the ends of Gail's hair, kind of reddish, hanging over the edges of the chair. But I still couldn't see her face under the heavy buttocks. And meanwhile, quite calmly, even as her body rocked on the slavish tongue, Hedwig had her hand extended so that the cute young blonde kid could continue working on her fingernails.
Then, abruptly, the rocking motion gained intensity. And again the direction changed. It became more of a grinding now, a downward grinding upon the squashed face.
"Yeah, she's getting to me. Do it, baby, shoot that tongue up my asshole and I'll come for you!" In a near-frenzy, the big woman yanked open the buttons of her uniform and gave her bra a sharp twist that let her breasts spring free. She clutched the blonde head and pulled it close. "Never mind my nails, Lizabeth, just do me some good here. My tits, suck my tits, suck!"
The manicure paraphernalia cluttering the desk was forgotten, and the kid's lips immediately tightened around a protruding nipple. She sucked there awhile and then shifted to the other quickly as the demanding hand nudged her head. Hedwig seemed to be having a high old time, the center of attention, a slave worshiping her tits and a slave worshiping her ass. It didn't take long. She shuddered, wheezing her pleasure, welcoming the orgasm, and I got the impression of a volcano erupting inwardly.
And at last, loosened from its fleshy prison, the missing face came into view. A cute face, pink, kind of like a kewpie-doll, the skin all smeared and shiny now. Oddly enough, the big blue eyes were shining, too, shining rapturously, and even after her release the little sexpot kept kissing Hedwig's thighs until she was pushed away. Only that didn't get rid of her either; she just slumped to the floor and wrapped her arms around those thickly muscled legs in a gesture of love that was both defiant and submissive at the same time. A contradiction in terms, maybe, but not so impossible; hadn't I felt like that about my love for Julia?