A time for sadness. My mistress was about to leave. And even though our parting would only be temporary, it was like the end of the world to me. I wasn't going to cry, though, at least not until later. Alone…
"Don't look so sad, darling."
"Who's sad? This is my sexy expression, can't you tell? How much time do we have."
"Five minutes. Maybe ten. As soon as Corinne calls from downstairs. Oh. I forgot. I've got something to tell you. I finally worked up enough nerve to ask her. About the change in her life, the servants, you know?"
"Uh-huh. You were dying of curiosity. Me, too, in a way, even if I didn't know her before. What did she tell you?"
"Well, our guess was right. It was all Hedwig's doing. But you should have heard her, the said it. No shame. Like she was proud of it, imagine. Hedwig corrupted her. That was the word she used. Corrupted. And it was the best thing that ever happened to her, she says. Wild, isn't it?"
"She's really living it up. Those two kids…"
"Aren't they something? That was Hedwig's doing, too. She found them and hired them and trained them – and Corinne has never been happier in her life. I envy her."
"You-you envy her? Julia? And all this time I thought you were satisfied with me. Now my feelings are hurt."
"Poor baby. I love you. But I'm still envious. Of course, if you were to submit to that sort of training…"
"Train me, train me. I've already said you could."
"And I have. A little. But compared to Hedwig, oh shit, I'm just an amateur. No, darling, I meant that sort of training – right from Hedwig herself."
"Hah! Don't even suggest it."
"Not even for a little while? I'll only be gone a few days; wouldn't you like to try it and see? As long as you're going to be here anyway…"
"No. And please don't ask me to. I'm a guest here, not a slave to be trained by a… a housekeeper…"
"All right. Don't pout. It was just a silly notion. I won't ask you again. I won't even mention it, okay? Come how, kiss me and cheer up. We're supposed to be saying goodbye. I want your sweet tongue in my mouth. Maybe that'll cheer me up."
"Yours is sweeter. The sweetest tongue in…"
"Don't talk, just kiss me. Mmm…"
"Nnng. Oh!"
"Don't be such a wiggle-worm. Stand still, darling."
"Oh sure, stand still, just like that. While you go on teasing and teasing and teasing…"
"You don't like it? Just a little farewell tease? Hmm. Your cunt is shedding tears for me, that's why it's so wet. A sentimental cunt, imagine."
"Fuck me. Frig me. Your hand, put it in, oooh!"
"Will you miss me, darling?"
"You know it."
"Will you miss this? There now, that should give you something to remember me by. But that's all, no more, we mustn't let ourselves get carried away."
Her fingers were gone and the sudden void was painful. More than I could stand. I fell to my knees and embraced her with both arms, jamming my face in and finding an unexpected delight in the warmth that seeped through the fabric. And then it was even warmer, hotter, as she slid her skirt up and left only a wisp of lacy nylon, a fragile impediment, surely, and I nuzzled between her thighs with no more than a token pretense of patience…
"Don't you dare!"
"Mmm?"
"The panties stay put, you hear?"
I heard and heeded, dying of terminal frustration, and was revived only by the life-breath of her [missing text] the redolent seepage that reduced the frustrating barrier to a sex-impregnated shadow. Its penetration became a challenge, a labor of love, and I could see how a little subtlety and guile might lend credence to the wistful hallucination of a cuntlapper's fucking tongue…
"Julia? Time to go." The voice from downstairs.
"One last kiss, darling. Kiss my mouth and give me a suck of that one-of-a-kind tongue for good luck…"
It was a tough choice. And after thinking it over, I wasn't even sure I'd carry out my decision. With so much sex going on around me, it was only a matter of time before I got involved. So the problem was who – and I wound up letting my absent mistress be the judge. And the choice was obvious, of course. Corinne was my hostess, the head of the house – and more important, she was an old friend of Julia's. Not very attractive, true, but couldn't I spare a suck for the sake of peace?
Having made the decision, I slept on it. Only I didn't get through the night. It was the young blonde kid who woke me up. Lizabeth. A dainty little thing with hair the color of wheat in the sunshine. The freckles on her tip-tilted nose were cute, and so was her childlike attitude. It was hard to think of her as a practicing lesbian trained in even more perverted pleasures. I found her utterly enchanting, a joy to be with. But at this hour of the night?
"Rory? You awake?"
"I am now."
"Wanna see something? Come on. It's wild."
It didn't take much to persuade me. She motioned for silence and led me to the stairs. We stopped halfway down and crouched close to the banister, a metal filigree that offered a certain cover. It took a moment to get the vision in focus, and then I felt a twinge of nausea. In that now-familiar uniform, Hedwig was sagging back in a soft chair with her skirt up and her muscular thighs twitching. With that close-cropped auburn hair between them, the only thing worth noting on that rather awkward kneeling figure. No doubt Corinne was getting corrupted some more. Her bowed head was bobbing, and those bare thighs were bouncing and both their mouths were busy. One sucking, the other spouting; one serving, the other demanding service.
"Oh shit, didn't I teach you better than that? Gimme some tongue, you slut, I can hardly feel that tongue of yours. I'll bet that Rory kid can suck better than you do. Did you see those lips of hers? I get horny just looking at them. Come on, bitch, suck my cunt and make me come or I might cool off and just take you to bed and keep you up all night. Only you'll be sucking my ass then, you shameless slut, you'll be spending the night with your slimy tongue up my asshole. So come on, suck!"
It was exciting and sickening at the same time. We sneaked back up the stairs and I knew without the slightest doubt that my cute blonde friend had sex on her mind. Sex for young stuff only; let the old biddies play their own games. My own emotions were in complete accord. That made two of us. Arithmetic had never been one of my better subjects in school, though. When did it get to be three?
No matter. Gail had emotions, too – same complete accord. So we all capered and cavorted and played delicious little piggy games with cunts and assholes and mouths and tongues, and we even had a slurping contest. I forgot who won, though. Although my tongue did make a big hit, I was sure of that. Anyway, now that my decision had been wiped out, I decided to quit making decisions and just try to have a good time. With everybody…
"Baby, I'm sure going to miss you. And so will Corinne and the kids. Come pay us another visit some time, huh?"
"I-I'll try."
"You know something? I think you will. You felt sexy here, day and night. You feel sexy right now, I'll bet. You want me to prove it? Come over here. Show me some cunt."
I felt my face flush. But with the embarrassment came a pang of need, and I shuddered ecstatically as Hedwig's hand began its investigation. It felt so strange to stand here and let that knowing hand slide up my thigh. So strange and yet so familiar.
"Yeah. You're dripping, practically. Isn't that so? But if you really don't feel sexy tonight…"
"Oh. Yes. Please."
"Please? Please what?"
"You know. Anything. Do it. Make me come."
"Like this? With my finger?"
"Oooh!"
"You're ready."
"Hmm?"
"Let's have it. Right here on the chair."
"Oh…"
"Come on. Up! Baby?" She slipped lower in the seat. Her palms cupped the cheeks of my ass. "Boost it right up in front of my face. Put it up here and I'll eat it."
"Can't-can't we just go to bed and…"
"Don't argue with me. Come on, lift your lazy ass. Get your pussy up where I want it. Put your knees on the arms of the chair. One here. One here." Her strong hands gestured to suit her words, taking my legs along with them. "Got your balance? If you fall, come this way. I'll you right down."
Wobbling weakly, I got my knees settled on the upholstered arms of the chair. Then, with a moan, I let my middle slump into Hedwig's expectant mouth. Her long tongue penetrated, turning my moan into a shriek. My body was bucking back and forth, as it had done for her fingers – only now the pleasure was beyond anything a mere hand could give.
"Mmm… hot little cunt…"
"Suck me, fuck me, do it with your tongue! Fuck my cunt and make me come and come and come…"