Chapter 9
It seemed to Jane that the fun never stopped. She spent so much time in that big bed taking and giving pleasure that her whole life seemed to revolve around its silk covered immensity. She was having a wonderful time. All the ladies were hungry for her attention and she had become so skilled in the arts of lesbian love that her status was now far above that of a lowly love slave. Her tongue had become a devastating machine of lust. If she allowed it she would have the cunt of one of the women pressed hard against her lips every minute of the day.
Breakfast in bed had become sort of a household tradition and now Karla and Miranda could not seem to face the day without being woken up in some creative erotic manner by the young girl. Jane loved her work. She loved to feel the hot liquid run down her chin as she forced some lovely women up and over the brink of ecstasy. Her closets were full of wonder dresses and Karla had given her her own leather suit. She loved the way the tanned hide felt against her skin and loved the way her ass and tits looked shoved up hard against the rough fabric.
Her aunt had told her that today would be a special one and Jane couldn't wait. Perhaps she would get her own dildo. A big one maybe one of the new kind with a set of balls that she could fill with hot liquid and spurt out by squeezing the sack. Her mind turned over all the wonderful gifts she might get. A whip perhaps a long bullwhip like that one Karla had used when she tried to escape so many weeks ago. She couldn't imagine what had been going through her mind when she had tried to do that. This life was so good, so warm and fulfilling. Doing women's work for women. That was living. Everyday when she got out of bed she could look forward to learning some new erotic trick. Some new game to play and some new girls to play it with. How full and how exciting life was. The grand old house was alive with joy and lesbian love. Miranda said that it was all because of her.
Jane felt proud that she had brought so much happiness to her aunt. She was such a kind and wonderful person that it was easy to serve her. Even Karla had warmed up and now they sometimes took part in games together. One of the favorites was to line up the servants and see who could make one come first. The rules were simple no hands were allowed and only the mouth and lips could be used. It was good practice Jane thought for her skills as a love maker were of great importance to her aunt and so to her as well. Whatever Miranda wanted was what Jane wanted. As it should be I between aunt and niece.
The entire household, servants, and friends included seemed like one big happy family to Jane. In some ways it was the only family she could remember. like all the people she had known before and places she had been no longer existed. Her mother and father were just two marble headstones in her mind. No flesh and blood people, no love, and no memories other then those involving the funeral and the first arrival of Aunt Miranda. How odd not to have any memory of people with whom she had lived for sixteen years. If she tried real hard she could see her mother's face but try as she would to preserve it, it just grew fainter and fainter as it was overshadowed by the glowing wonder of her new life. Her new life. She was indeed a new girl. Her hair was cut short now. Karla had done it and she liked the way it made her look older. She could still play the little girl but rarely did so any more. Being an adult was so much more fun. Adults could indulge their passions and now Jane was one of them. If she wanted she could lock herself away and soak all day in the bathtub. Trying out new and more exotic soaps and oils that would keep her skin sweet and soft for her demanding public. They all waited to see what new smells and tastes were lurking inside her panties.
"What a lucky girl you are," she said to her reflection in the mirror as she applied a touch of rouge to her nipples and tits. How big they had grown under the constant manipulation and attention.
Jane had developed a growing number of very civilized tastes. In fact the things she was learning at the hands of the women were all the most sophisticated things. She learned from Madam Lee how to make tea and serve it in a lesbian version of her country's most ancient ceremony. This lesson was one of Jane's favorites. She loved to dress up in the huge silk robe that Lee had given to her. She felt elegant as she padded softly about the mansion in the soft black slippers.
"When serving the tea," Madam Lee had instructed. "One must pay careful attention to the temperature of the water and of the pot." She showed Jane the way to heat the pot and the water and then pour one into the other. She showed the young girl how to be properly quiet and humble while one prepared the ceremony and how one never sought to impress one's guest.
Jane couldn't wait to try her new skill out on her aunt. Miranda loved all the finer things in life and so was sure to enjoy the event. Jane got up early one day and began to make the preparations. She took over one of the small rooms at the back of the mansion and forbade anyone to violate her privacy at all. Inside she first began to give everything a through cleaning. Lee had taught her a fetish for shining surfaces and personal cleanliness. She had given her herbs and incense to burn to purify the air and certain ancient oriental secrets to douse her pussy and make it pure and sweet.
After the room was swept, mopped and all cleaned up Jane surveyed the scene with some satisfaction.
"My word," she said. "Auntie will be so pleased." Then with a quiet little tune on her lips Jane started to decorate. She went outside and pulled fresh tree limbs off to give the room the proper natural look. She piled a bunch of pine boughs in the center of the room and put a large flat stone on it to serve as the table.
Next she set up the little charcoal brazier in the big open space ofke.
When the room pleased her newly discerning eye she began to scrub and polish the bone china tea set that the lesbian had given her. She had received so many nice things since she had come to live with her aunt Miranda. Her clothes, her huge bed with its satin sheets, beautiful jewels and rings for her nipples and and cunt. All manner of sweet little gifts, everything a girl could want. Jane thought about how pleased Miranda would be when she saw all the little details she had planned. She had all the little toys and devices that her aunt loved to use.
When Miranda arrived around three she was overcome at the sight of the room.
"It looks so lovely my dear."
"All for you my mistress."
"Now Jane I told you, you don't have to be so formal anymore." Her aunt gave her a reassuring little pat on the behind. Her hand brushed quickly over the taut silk of the robe and her heart beat a little faster.
"Auntie you sit here." Jane indicated a large tasteful clump of pillows before the little stone and pine table. "And I will serve you."
Miranda sat down and made herself comfortable. Jane scurried over to the other side of the room taking little tiny steps just as Madam Lee would. The Japanese woman seemed as if she moved with no physical effort. She seemed to "glide gracefully over the surface of the earth. Jane so wanted to have that grace and style. Trying to come as close to that perfection as she could Jane came back earring a bowl of hot water. Kneeling at her Mistress' feet she removed the little slippers her aunt was wearing and slowly bathed her feet.
Jane stroked the delicate pink limbs with gentle loving motions. She pressed specially heated towels to the rough heels and soles. Miranda groaned as the subtle pleasure creeping up her legs and making her cunt begin to sweat. Jane massaged the feet. First the right and then the left. Her hands rubbed each little toe and as she dried them she put warm soft kisses over them.
"It feels so good my dear," Miranda said through relaxed lips. '"You have become so skillfull. Better then I had ever hoped for."
"It's all because of you mistress." Jane lay her head in her lap. "I would be nothing without you."
"And I would be lost without you," Miranda said stroking the short black hair. "You are my only one." Miranda reached down and turned her niece's face up to hers. She kissed her full lips passionately. Her hands dipped down and fondled the firmness of her tits beneath the smooth silk. Jane gave a little shudder as her aunt's hands circled her tits. The points of her nipples seemed to be red hot as they stood out to greet the fingers. Gently Miranda kissed the girl. And softly she ran her hands up and down the silky insides of her robe. Her skin was smooth and warm. Her flesh and mind ready and waiting to fulfill her every erotic wish.
She kissed Jane harder. Parting her teeth with her tongue and licking around the inside of her delectable mouth.
"Yes mistress, yes, yes," Jane said through hot lips. "Kiss me harder." Miranda complied with the sexy request and shoved her active tongue deeper into her mouth. Miranda's hands sought the warm wet reaches of Jane's cunt. Her skilled fingers parted the pink lips of her pussy and sent one digital messenger of lust inside the red-hot gates. Jane gave a little squirm and said. "The tea."
"The tea will keep. First things first." Miranda pulled her up onto her lap and turned her to face her. She opened up the robe and pushed it to the side. She looked at her firm young tits and felt a hunger deep in her soul. A flash of lust like a red hot poker up her cunt. Miranda kissed her hard. She drew her hot pink tongue over the ridge line of her jaw. Down the side of her neck and onwards to the hill of her pert breasts.
"Kiss me with your hot mouth. Yes, kiss me." Jane moaned as the attentions of her aunt made her hot. "My god, I want your hot body."
Jane began to move against the warm softness of her aunt's hands. She spread her legs wide and ground the new wetness of her pussy against the hillock of Miranda's knee.
"That's right, that's right," she moaned as the kneecap dug into the nub of her clit. "Fuck me faster," she demanded. Jane had been becoming more and more bold sexually. Her needs and wants becoming only too clear to her. Her relationship with her aunt had progressed to the point where her wants were as stimulating to her as her own. Miranda loved to find new, exciting ways to drive Jane wild with lust and passion. She constantly looked for new ways to make the lava rivers of her cunt run. Jane was like a huge untapped natural resource. The bounty of her body to be carefully nurtured and developed. It would have been such a waste to have used her up all at once and then thrown the empty husk away.
Jane was moving faster now on her bony throne. Her hand shot down, fought its way up into her aunt's hot cunt. Miranda jutted her pelvis out to accept the hand. Jane's finger found the point of her clit and began to make slow concentric circles over it. Miranda squirmed. Her own fingers dug deeper into Jane's yielding flesh. Her hot digits poking and probing for all they were worth. Miranda moved her hands inside Miranda's silk shirt. Her cunt wet fingers capturing the nipple of her right breast and pinching it. The hot stab of pain spurred Miranda on.
Jane slid her hot cunt down the length of Miranda's leg and lifted up her skirt. Jane ran her tongue down one side of her aunt's long silky leg. Her tongue traced a hot wet trail down the hard line of her shin bone. She ducked it around the bulge of her ankle and slowly kissed her way back up the inside of her thigh. Miranda groaned. The gentle touch was driving her wild and Jane could smell the first flows of hot cunt juice. She lifted her face to the door of passion and began to lick the bald mound of Miranda's pussy. The soft pink folds quivered under the gentle touch of the tongue. The pussy juice flowed out and covered Jane's face in a shiny mask.
Jane spread the lips of the cunt with one hand and placed a saliva wet thumb on the button of her aunt's clit. A feeling like an electric shock ran through Miranda's body. She sagged back in her chair and made low gurgling noises.
Jane knew just how to get to her.
"Is it good?" she asked in a little girl voice. Her aunt liked that. Her favorite weekend game was mother daughter. She would dress in old fashioned clothes and Jane would put on a wig with pigtails and pretend to be a very bad girl. Then her mother would have to spank her. But that was never the end of it. The game ended when father came home. Karla played the father. She would take one look at the scene on the bed and be forced to fuck them both soundly for their crimes. Jane liked that part. She even had begun to enjoy the spanking. It was never hard enough to draw blood and was good clean fun. The heat of the hand slapping her big lush behind drove her crazy. The sound of flesh against-flesh-was enough in itself to make her start to swell and groan.
"Is your slave pleasing you, mistress?" she asked poking a thin finger into the hard opening of her ass. "Is that right?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Was all her aunt could say as she moved her finger and tongue more quickly. She put her tongue as far up her aunt's pleasure hole as she could. The thick liquid of her hot lust tasted good. Her cunt smelled fresh and clean like the ocean. Sometimes in the back of her mind she thought of eating pussy as going to the beach. If you put you ear to a cunt you could almost hear the waves.
When she had told that to Miranda she had laughed. There was a lot of laughter around the mansion these days. The long cool nights of summer had given way to the cold and lusty air of fall. Jane loved to walk in the garden with its trees turning all the colors of the rainbow. It was there that she had fucked outside for the first time. She had been down walking by the river. A gentle curving stream really, picking flowers before the first frost could harm them. She recalled thinking how long they would last pressed between the pages of a book. like the dreams of her girlhood they could stay locked away. The feeling of the ground beneath her feet made her happy. She loved to walk among nature's joys. For her aunt had told her often enough that she was one of them. That made her feel good too. To be like a bird or a flower. A natural part of the world whose beauty and sensuality comes from deep inside.
A girl she had never seen before was sitting by the south bend of the stream. She was dressed all in white and was even wearing a huge brimmed hat. Her long blonde hair shone in the sun. Her full figure was pleasing in the white frock. It made her tits and ass stand out. She looked so good Jane wanted to walk right up and bury her face between those tits and lick the hot red nipples. She wanted to push her down and kiss the hot place of her ass. The girl looked up and saw her. Without a word she stood up and faced Jane. Jane was inexorably drawn to her. The girl in white extended a pale delicate hand. Jane remembered that she could see the blue of her veins as she took that offered paw. Jane turned it over and stared at the palm. She pressed her lips to the heart line and kissed it. The young girl seemed to like it. She seemed to like that. Her eyes closed and she gave a gentle little sigh.
"Who are you?" Jane asked pressing the hand to her tits. "Do you live around here?"
"My name is Shawn." That was all the girl in white would say. Jane tried to ask her more questions but the woman in white silenced her with a kiss. Jane savored the cool fresh taste of her mouth. It was like a fresh spring day between her lips. The tastes were clean and girlish. A hint of mint perhaps and a touch of musty odor of lust. The girl pulled Jane hard against her body. Jane was wild with desire. This stranger was so beautiful. Jane ran her hands over the lush curve of her ass and spread her cheeks. Her tongue worked frantically around the inside of the young woman's mouth.
She took a step back and looked Jane right in the eye. She slipped her hands behind her back and undid the series of hooks which closed her dress. With the fire of lust in her eye she pulled the white garment down off her shoulders. The dress came off her hips and she stepped out. She hung the garment on the tree and lay back in the cool green grass of the river bank. Jane took one look at the lush white body dressed only in a thin filmy slip and felt as if her insides turned to liquid. All the bone and solid flesh of her young body turned to lust and flowed down to escape from her pussy. Jane stripped off her own clothes and stood naked and proud before the girl.
The blonde picked up a flower from the bunch that Jane had dropped in her rush to get naked. She pressed the bloom of the daisy to her cunt and ran the flower gently over the lips of her exposed cunt. Jane, choose a yellow flower and pressed to her face. She took the stem of the bud between her teeth and bent over the blonde. She worked the blossom over the hillock of her pussy.
"Do you like butter?" she asked as she pressed her lips to the wispy blonde hair of the stranger's cunt.
"Unhh," the blonde girl said as the hot tip of Jane's tongue brushed the hot nub of he her clit. It was a big fat piece of flesh. Almost as big as the penis of a young boy. Jane took this between her teeth and gave a tug. The blonde woman sighed and a river of sweet, clean cunt juice flowed out. Jane was surprised at how easily the young girl came. Her merest touch seemed to run through her body like a living thing. The blonde girl's hands reached down and pulled Jane's naked body to her breast. She held her head in her cool hands and placed hot kisses on her willing lips. Jane reached down and pushed the silk slip the girl was wearing up around her neck. With quick moving hands she caressed her tits. The huge white globes shook and quivered as the blonde was moved by passion.
"Are you real?" Jane asked as she pressed the hot wet hole of her mouth to her rosy nipples. "Is this a dream?" she asked the world around her. As if in answer the blonde girl gave a shake and came again. The embrace of her passion almost squeezing the air right out of Jane's body.
For hours the two women tossed and turned in the throes of passion. Each exchanging tender kisses and the hot and lusty touches of their desire. Jane buried her head in the girl's snatch and licked and chewed for dear life. The pounding of the blonde's hips against the dirt in her response to Jane's genital assault drove her to greater heights of lust. She turned to sit facing the girl and then pressed her own hot cunt against the lips of the other's. A hot wet sound could be heard as the two thrust their cunts into each other.
Jane thought of the afternoon often. She was never sure who the blonde girl was. Or even where she came from. But for several days before the weather turned to cold for outdoor sports she would walk along that river hoping to meet the horny stranger once more.
Miranda moved her hips faster and faster pressing the hot furnace of her pussy into the steaming cauldron of Jane's ever-willing mouth. Her niece played up on her cunt like a maestro at the piano. Her lips and tongue and teeth all making up a skilled and professional orchestra.
"Yes my darling. Yes!" she screamed as the rapidity of the tongue bath on her clit was too much. Her entire body lifted up out of the chair and spasmed hard against Jane's face. As her aunt fought with the spreading waves of orgasm, Jane reached down and pulled out a dildo. This she drove deep into the convulsing hole. In and out she moved the phallus. She speared Miranda hard and true on the point of the device. As she fucked her with the false penis she also applied more pressure to her clit with her thumb and lips. The results were impressive. Miranda began to have one long distended orgasm instead of the many tiny ones which was normal. The hot juice simply poured out of her pussy. So much in fact that it ran down Jane's chin in a river of lust and dripped off her swaying breasts onto the rug.
Jane increased the tempo and the pressure of her tongue. Miranda began to writhe and moan. Her lust crazed hands finding Jane's shorn tresses and holding on in a death grip of passion. Jane extended a finger and dug it roughly into her lover's ass-hole. Her attack was greeted by another of the girl quakes that were passing though Miranda. Finally Miranda gave a sound that was like a death rattle. It started deep in the back of her throat and came out in a deep guttural groan of pleasure..
"AAARRGGHHH!" she screamed. "My cunt, my cunt, my . ... " Jane had never seen her aunt so totally wild. Her hands worked on her head like she was trying to force her entire upper body into the hot wetness of her cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeated the strength of her lust so strong that she was unable to control herself.
When it was all over and Jane wiped the sweating woman dry and cleaned the wetness of her cunt and ass the sun was setting. They had taken all day about their task and never even got around to serving the tea. The little charcoal brazier glowed in the corner of the room. The little stray bits of fire the same orange red as Miranda's sex flushed features.
"I love you, Jane," she said, cupping her face in one strong hand. "I will always love you. You are everything to me. My whole life. My whole world." Jane almost cried when she heard those words. She could count on her fingers the number of times she had been told she was loved. It made her feel ten feet tall and stronger than god. Miranda the very embodiment of all she wanted to be loved her. Jane lay uer head in her aunt's warm lap and closed her eyes. The whole thing seemed like a dream and her steady breathing soon soothed her so. The deep rhythm of her relaxation lulled her. It rocked her as a all things did that went in and out, in and out. The very rhythm of life she thought to herself as she fell asleep the weight of her lusty labors too much to bear. Miranda lay back in the: chair and enjoyed the quiet of the twilight. She was planning a very special surprise for Jane tonight.
Miranda thought Jane was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen as she came down the sweeping staircase. Her long blue dress was flattering to every curve and subtle girl like shift of her terrain. Jane was overwhelmed by the trouble her aunt had gone to. The entire party was just for her. All the guests would be coming all dressed in thier finest clothing just to show how much they cared. It was her coming out party and everyone would be there. Jane could not catch her breath with all the excitement. Her little heart seemed like it was going to jump clean out of her body and do a little dance.
Miranda had helped her dress. She had had the frock made for Jane in the city as a surprise. Underneath she wore practically nothing for any under garments, as nice as they might be, were just a whole lot of trouble when one got right down to it. It was always best to have a clear passage to her cunt she found out. It cut down the time it took to get things going in the right direction. Miranda and Jane had spent the whole day together and because of this Karla was in a foul mood.
Refusing to join them in a bath or anything.
"Don't you worry about old sourpuss. She's just jealous because she isn't young and sweet. We shall make it up to her later." Jane felt a little bad that Karla was sulking in her room on the most important night of her life. But it was just like the lesbian to get ticked off when she wasn't the absolute center of attention.
"Isn't there anyway we can get her to come down?" Jane said. "It won't be the same without her."
"I know, dear," Miranda replied "But we can't spend all our time trying to get her out of the bedroom. We have our guests to think of Miranda was right of course. Karla would come down when the boredom of solitude reached her. Jane knew it was all just an act. A childish bid for sympathy.
Jane looked at the reflection in the mirror. She and her aunt looked more and more alike as Jane filled out in fine womanly splendor. Nothing could be happier than to share a common face with Miranda.
"Look, look how much we look alike," she said. "Just like mother and daughter, Miranda said and smiled. "My very own little girl," she said and hugged her niece to her breast. Miranda kissed her, the cool softness of her lips bending her spirit.
The two women kissed and ran their hands passionately over one another.
"Now, now, let's not get carried away, dear," Miranda said grudgingly pushing her niece away. "We don't want to mess up your pretty dress now do we?" Jane was forced to agree. It wouldn't be long before they each could have their pick of beautiful girls. Jane wondered what kind of presents she would be getting. Miranda had told her to expect all sorts of wonderful toys to play with. It was some kind of tradition amongst the group. If one of them had a young girl who had taken to the training and had worked her way up from the lowly position of passion slut then they would give her a coming out party. An anniversary to remember for the rest of her life. It was the day that the girl became a woman. And who better to usher her into her new womanly life then the most female females of all.
"I'm so excited auntie." Jane said. "I feel like I have to pee all the time." Miranda laughed.
"You're just nervous that's all. I remember my party. I was so young and so full of life. Just like you are now. In fact you remind me very much of myself at your age. I can remember the first taste of pussy like it was only yesterday."
Miranda's eyes got misty as her mind swept back over the years and she was a little girl again. She was fifteen and all alone. Her parents had died as well and left her a lot of money. She was scared and lonely and all she had in the world was her nanny. The dry skinned old woman was not beautiful, although from the pictures Miranda found in her dresser, she had been once. She remembered sitting in the rocking chair, the gentle rhythm back and forth lulling her senses. She had first become aware of her own sexuality as her guardian had slipped a gently probing hand inside the warmth of her panties and gently stroked her
That first time all she had done was gently pass her dry light fingers over the outer lips. She never parted them and never poked her fingers deep inside the hot wet young sweet cavern of her pussy. That night as she had lain in bed she had savored the memory of that gentle caress. Her own fingers rubbed her clit and spread her lips wide and began to drive deep inside. Miranda's hands strayed down to her cunt as she thought about the first bitter sweet days of her lesbian youth. Soon she was learning how to suck and lick her nanny's gray rimmed cunt to perfection.
"Shall we go downstairs?" Jane said gently drawing her aunt out of her memory filled revery. "The guests will arrive any moment and I want to greet them all."
"Of course my dear," Miranda said. They left the bedroom and went downstairs.
The servants were all lined up waiting for them. Each was wearing a G-string and nothing more. Jeweled dog collars completed the outfits. Miranda led Jane by in a quick review of the troops. They would each slip a testing finger into their cunts to make sure they were all properly lubricated. They didn't want their party guests to have a rough time. Jane hefted the balls of one of the male servants and felt its weight. She whispered something to Miranda and laughed. The servants prick began to stand up tall under Jane's erotic pressure. Its little red head grew bigger and peeked up out of the little pouch of cloth. Jane tickled the head with her fingers. It grew bigger. Jane could not resist. Carefully kneeling so as not to wrinkle her dress she lowered her head over the thick shaft. The cock tasted good. It filled her mouth and she loved it. Jane lifted her hand up and squeezed his balls gently. His legs shook in a spasm of lust. Jane took more and more of the cock into her mouth until finally she bobbed her head up and down taking it all the way in. The hot wet pressure was too much for him and he shot white hot ribbons of come down the back of her throat.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," he said. it pleased Jane to be called that.
"It's quite all right," Jane said. "If I didn't like come. I wouldn't suck cock." She smiled up and wiped the last of cream off his cock and licked it down.
Jane was still not satisfied. This was her special night and right now she wanted to eat as much cock as she could. She moved down the line to the next male servant. He knew what she wanted and already his prick was stiff.
"How lovely," she then said as she bent her head over its length. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Miranda kneel before the next male and take the stiffening shaft of his penis in her mouth.
"Let's see who can make these big strong men come faster," she said. A girlish game. One of the many she enjoyed.
"Are you ready. " Jane asked. Getting a few early licks in. "On your marks, get set, SUCK!" She yelled and the race was under way. The two males thought they had died and gone to heaven. Their eyes bulged big as the two beautiful mistresses put incredible action to their mental health.
Up and down the two heads bobbed in unison. Jane and Miranda exchanging little looks of girlish glee as the thick cocks went deep inside their throats.
"Murffle," Jane sputtered as the hugeness of his cock strained her lips. She ran her tongue hard over the bulging vein of her cock and sent tremors of lust through his body. He moaned.
Beside her, Miranda was pumping hard with her mouth and hand.
"That's not fair. You can't use your hands. This is a blow job contest, not a community jerk off." Miranda stuck out her tongue at her.
"I can do what I want and so can you." She plunged the cock back into her mouth. The servant began to shake as the first signs of impending goo appeared. "Cheater, cheater." Jane taunted as the cock Miranda had in her mouth began to jerk in the first spasms of orgasm.
By the time all the guests arrived, the party was in full swing. Jane kissed each of the women as they went by and thanked them for all the lovely gifts they brought. From one, she got the nicest set of Ben Wa balls. She tried them immediately and they felt wonderful inside her cunt. The sliding motion was indescribably delicious. She got a full set of nipple and cunt rings. One for each day of the week and two extras for special occasions. She fitted the best of these into the holes in her tits and even though no one could see them, it felt good to know they were there.