Chapter 2
Jane was sitting up in bed having her breakfast when her aunt came in. Her room was all a young girl could ask for. A huge four poster bed with bright blue canopy sat in the middle and along the walls were closets filled with the beautiful clothes her aunt had had waiting for her.
"I just wanted to come up and help you find just the right dress to wear today my dear." Aunt Miranda said as she swept across the room to open the large windows which led to the back balcony. "Isn't it just the most beautiful day?" she asked as she let the cool fresh air in. "Is your breakfast what you wanted. You can have anything you want my dear."
"It's all perfect auntie, everything." Jane jumped up out of the bed and crossed the room to join her aunt at the window. "I just can't thank you enough," she said, throwing her arms around the older woman's waist. "This is all the most wonderful thing that could happen to a girl. I keep having to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming."
"Don't you worry my love," Miranda said clasping Jane's hands in her own. "It isn't any dream and it isn't anymore then you deserve. Just having you here makes my life seem fuller." Miranda turned and pulled her niece into a full embrace. How thin and frail she is Miranda thought. Jane pressed her cheek against her aunt's full lips and squeezed her tight. All Miranda could think of was to force her young supple frame down on the bed and begin to kiss the cool virgin places of her body. She longed to have her hot wet face pressed deep between her legs and her hot pink tongue bringing her closer and closer to the hot brink of lust. But that was all for the future for now the girl must be trained in the ways of pleasure. She must be gently initiated into the full rites of womanhood.
Miranda decided to let her live her dream a little longer. Pulling on a bell chord by the window she summoned Sylvia. Faster than Jane could believe the young girl arrived and waited for her orders.
"Would you run a bath for my niece please Sylvia?" Miranda asked as her hand traced a gentle line down Jane's slim back. "And while you're bathing, I shall pick out just the right outfit for our lunch in town."
While she was undressing Jane could hear the distinct sound of Sylvia humming to herself as the water ran into the tub. Jane could feel her Aunt's eyes watching her as she removed her nightgown and stood there naked. For some reason her Aunt's kind gaze made her feel even more naked. More bare and vulnerable then she had felt when Mr. Fillmore had first produced the massive organ which had brought her almost to the door of womanhood. She could remember clearly his tastes and his smells. The way the huge plum head of his cock had fit so neatly into her mouth.
She wondered how nature had planned such incredible expansion. How her small and frail body could accommodate such a large man so easily. Jane heard the sound of the water stopping but still she stood transfixed in the room. Her happiness was so overpowering here in this grand old house with this kind woman who had come in her darkest hour to make her life so good. Jane's thoughts seemingly could not move away from the vision of her only experience with a man. It was almost as if he was there in the room with her now. She could feel the strong hot grip of his hands as they worked their way down her lithe body. Her nipples became erect as she thought of all the places that had yet to feel the tender violence of a man. Jane began to run her hands quickly over her body. She held her tits and began to rub her palms slowly over the tender surfaces. With her other she began to fleetingly touch the thin soft mound of her pubis. The delicate brown hairs parted and revealed to her own amorous touch the secret of her clit. Jane did not notice the affect this was having on her poor aunt.
Miranda stood in the far corner of the room and watched in wide eyed envy as her niece was transported on the wings of her fantasy. It took more will then she could muster to not cross that room and spread the milk white thighs of the young girl and bury her face into her brown muff and suck the vital life juices of her youth. Miranda knew that if she stayed a moment longer she would ruin all her carefully laid plans with a brutal rape. Jane was too tender and precious a morsel to handle anyway but with care.
"Jane, I must be going now," her aunt said. "But you have your bath and I'll come back and we can decide what we are going to do with our day." With that Miranda left the bedroom of her desire and went downstairs to find some solace in other forms. Karla, the leather clad dyke of the party, was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs.
"Well did you get the little slut all nicely tucked away. Is she all washed and ready to entertain us?" Her thick Germanic features gave her a bull dog look. Her tiny bright little eyes held a kind of cruelty that only is found in the most deranged dominators. The whip was never very far from Karla's hand and Miranda liked it that way.
"Why Karla dear if I didn't know better I would say you are jealous of our little guest. Don't worry my darling no one can ever take your place." Miranda took the tough butch face of Karla in her hands and kissed her. Her pent up lust for her niece let loose all at once . Her tongue drove its way deep into Karla's throat. The hot breath of the lesbians' lust drove them on. Karla in her role as the master of these games roughly held Miranda away and literally ripped the shirt from off her back. The thin silk gave way with a loud tearing noise which echoed about in the empty hall. With even more savagery and ripped clothing the masterful Karla stripped her lover naked and forced her back onto the steps. The cold marble felt painful on Miranda's bare ass as her legs were forced over her head by the powerful woman and soon her pussy was the victim of furious licking. Karla was rough. Her thick dog like tongue raked over Miranda's cunt like an invading army. Her delicate pink outer lips were roughly parted and the hot lusty tongue and finger of the dyke inserted. Miranda moaned with passion as the leather clad woman removed her halter and her huge tits were lowered down onto her face. Miranda grabbed them with both hands and buried her face in the vast warm valley they formed. Sometimes Miranda wished she had a cock so she could fuck those tits. She wondered how it felt to press hot flesh into those soft white mountains till the juice spurted and washed over them. Miranda licked the cleft between her tits. Ran her tongue over the tender tissue of her nipples. She caught the right nipple between her teeth and began to suck on it like it was a sugar candy. She trapped the fat node of lust between her teeth and bit. Tenderly at first. And then harder. Karla gave a yelp of pain and delight as the hot waves shot through her. She clasped Miranda's head harder into her breast, holding onto the thick black locks of her hair.
"Yes my darling that's it," she breathed. "Now my love, now!" Miranda needed no more encouragement than that. She now assumed the role of power and it was she who ordered the tough dyke to take off her leather pants.
"Now, my lovely," Miranda said to her lover when she too was naked. "Let's see how well you like those toys of yours yourself." This was what Karla liked best. To be treated roughly as she would treat others herself. In all Her life, Miranda was the only one who was always attuned to her needs. It was always Miranda who would give her a servant to whip or a new device to insert up the ass-hole of one of her casual playmates. Karla spread her fat legs wide. Her thick black hair obscured her cunt from view but the tight brown ring of her ass-hole was plainly in view. So that's what it's to be Miranda thought to herself. She clapped her hands twice and a servant came running. Miranda told him what she needed and he ran off to get it. Miranda liked to keep a variety of servants about the house. Young men and girls whose only job it was to keep her and her frequent guests happy. Each of them had been specially chosen from an agency in New York. They are gathered early in life from all sorts of places and social strata. They were an expensive luxury, but Miranda felt it was well worth it.
Soon the servant returned with the newly ordered dildo. It was a magnificent device. Fully twelve inches in length and as big around at the head as a man's fist. Karla almost fainted in anticipation as she spied the awesome tool. Miranda leaned over her lover and gently rubbed the device all over her body. She buried the false penis between Karla's tits and forced her to suck on it. Miranda was almost overcome with lust herself as she watched the cruel gash of Karla's mouth swallow the head and then begin to work its way down. Miranda looked up and saw that the male servant had removed his clothes and was kneeling at the foot of the stairs awaiting his orders. These children were really very well trained Miranda thought and she began to think about what he could do that would give both of them pleasure. Karla made a kind of choking noise way back in her throat and this jolted Miranda back to reality. She slipped the dildo out of Karla's mouth and traced its salivated head down the swelling mound of her stomach and savagely plunged it into her cunt.
A shock wave blasted though Karla's body.
Her oft-used genitals screaming to accommodate the full stiff length and girth of her visitor. Miranda guided the thing all the way up into her lover and then withdrew it. Slowly she fed it in once more and she watched in glee as the upper lip of her tough dyke lover began to quiver and sweat. Miranda leaned over and planted a firm wet kiss on Karla's lips. The greedy tongue of the dyke shot out and fought its way down the back of Miranda's throat. The kiss lasted for a long, long time each of the women savoring the tastes and liquids of their shared lust. Miranda continued to move the dildo faster and faster in and out of her lover's cunt. Karla began to make little far away noises and then in one bone shaking instant she let out a noise like a water buffalo being getting hit by a train. She flailed her arms wildly and arched her back high against the step. Miranda seized the moment of orgasm and shoved her fingers into the ass-hole of her lover. First she worked one in then two, and then it seemed as if her whole hand would disappear-into the tight brown hole. Karla continued to thrash and scream and Miranda looking up saw that her servant had begun to masturbate.
His huge white cock stood out at a right angle from his thin body and it was almost as big as the dildo which was moving inside her cunt. Miranda signaled to her slave to come around behind and sitting astride Karla he pressed his swollen cock into her face. Miranda far gone with lust began to swallow as much of it as she could.
Even as she moved her head up and down on the servant's ready shaft Miranda didn't forget her duty to her lover. Still the dildo moved in her cunt; still the probing fingers searched her ass-hole. The servant was moving his hips faster and faster against Miranda's head. His thick cock driving deeper and deeper into her mouth. Miranda knew what she wanted to do and as soon as she could taste the first tastes of cum she bit down hard on his prick. His scream of pain accompanied that of Karla who was coming down off the last plateau of ecstasy. The young man fell backward down the stairs and came to rest a sorry heap at the foot. His hands reached down to hold his ill used member but he did not complain. Karla opened her eyes and saw Miranda standing triumphant looking down at the both of them. The human wreckage of her lust.
Karla picked herself up off the ground and on wobbly legs moved towards her lover.
"Miranda you are the finest," she said and wrapped her bull like arms around her. "I could never live without you."
"And you'll never have to my love." Miranda replied and returned the embrace. Then together hand in hand they walked down the stairs and and stood over the still quiet form of the servant.
"I think I may have bitten him too hard," Karla chastised mildly. Her concern was not for the young man's health but for her own pleasure. Dyke though she was, she liked to have a nice fat cock around just in case.
"I'm sure that he will be quite all right." Miranda leaned over his prostrate form. "He seems to have passed out." The two women exchanged a look of childish conspiracy and both took a stance over his body. Holding hands and closing their eyes they both pissed. The golden stream running down their legs and onto the unconscious form of the servant. Karla took careful aim and tried to fill his open mouth with her vile juices. Finally in response to the ' twin streams of water the young man opened his eyes and moaned. Karla looked at him with eyes devoid of all compassion.
"Make sure this mess is cleaned up quickly you stinking dog!" and imperiously strode out of the room, leaving the poor man to his misery.
Upstairs Jane would never have guessed what her Aunt and her cruel looking friend were really up to. She lay in her marble tub surrounded by bubbles and dreams. The hot soapy water soothed her muscles and made her relax. She closed her eyes and began to dream again of Mr. Fillmore and his hot thick prick. Jane didn't know what was happening to her. These new thoughts of lust seemed to fill her mind constantly. All she could do when she was alone was to think these thoughts and touch herself in a most unsatisfactory way. She longed for the help she needed to get relief. She didn't know what the cause of her flesh filled fantasies were but she longed to make them as real as the first tastes of come and the shuddering climax that had preceded it.
While Jane was reclining in the tub, Sylvia, the ever-efficient maid, was watching the stairway debauch with fascination. She had only been in Aunt Miranda's household a short time and had yet to be used in any of the wild ways she knew the other servants had. She wondered briefly if there was something wrong with her, but when she stood before her mirror at night she could spot no faults. Her firm young tits stood out proudly. Her small tight bottom made an attractive sight beneath the tight silk of her uniform. Even if Miranda and Karla's kind of sex was not what she would choose freely still it was better than being alone.
Sylvia ran down the stairs as soon as the two ladies of the house left. She hurried to the side of the fallen young man who was just picking himself up off the floor and beginning to clean up the torn clothing and piss which sullied the hall.
"I saw what she did to you. Are you all right?" she asked of the tall young man.
"Don't worry," he laughed, the smile lighting up the room. "I've come through a lot worse believe me." Sylvia reached down and cupped his tooth marked penis in her hands.
"Does it hurt much?" she asked, her eyes softening as they met his gaze.
"Oh, not too bad," he confessed. "It could use just a little attention however." Sylvia felt his cock beginning to swell in her palm. She tightened her grip and began to move her hand gently up and down the shaft. Her fingernails traced a spiders path over his prick and down across his balls. She took his swollen testicles in her hand and warmed them. A thin kind of moan passed his lips as the warm waves washed over him.
"That's much better." he said and lifting her chin with his hand he planted a long wet savory kiss on her lips. Sylvia opened her mouth to kiss him back. Her tongue meeting his in a union of hot moist sounds.
"Not here," she said between kisses. "Where can we go?" The man was already undoing the snaps that held her dress together and Sylvia did not have the strength or the desire to fight him much longer. She ran her hands over his firm naked flesh. The muscles of his back and shoulders standing out hard against her touch. Knowing that soon lust would have them fucking right there on the stairs Sylvia thought fast. Leading him by his erect member she climbed the stairs. The first door they came to was Jane's room. And without a thought as to what they might find within the two entered.
Once inside the young man pushed Sylvia back on the bed. His quick sure hands removed her clothing like there were not snaps or buttons. One moment she was dressed and the next she was not. He ran his hands over her tits and belly. He planted long, hot kisses on each of the fine pert nipples which stood up to meet his passion. Sylvia felt like she wanted to pull all of him inside her. Her cunt was dripping wet as she spread her legs wide and offered him her cunt. John needed no more encouragement. With what seemed like explosive force he filled her. The thickness of his cock straining the light pink lips of her cunt. Sylvia was in heaven. The hard rocking of his hips was met with a equally titanic movement from hers. Each thrust picked them both up off the bed and each time the long thick shaft was drawn out they fell together in a weighty pile.
Faster and faster they moved together. Sylvia's hands beat a passionate rhythm on his back, her nails came out like a cat's claws and tracked a red hot path up his back. John moaned and with a galvanic shake delivered his hot load inside her. As his erection softened, he lowered his face down her body till he was met with the combined juices of their passion. He pushed his face into her puffy outer lips and began to rub his entire face and head in the hot liquid. He tasted her cunt nectar and moaned in approval. Sylvia arched her back to give him greater freedom. And he responded in kind with quick hot passes of his tongue over her clit. As they were in the midst of passion Jane came out of the bathroom and stood transfixed in the doorway as he watched them fuck. How powerful he looked she thought. And Sylvia, she looked like god himself had come down to fuck her silly. The look on her face alone was enough to drive Jane to a fit of berserk lust. Without a moments hesitation she stripped off her robe and pounced onto the bed. Sylvia and John both turned to her with grand smiles. With loving gentle hands they pulled her down onto the bed and took places on either side of her body. Jane was hot and ready. Her cunt lips were swollen and her girl glands were producing wetness to accommodate the largeness of the man. But it was Sylvia who first began the love-making. First, she tenderly kissed Jane. Her soft lips lingering on her mouth for extra luscious minutes. Jane was at first scared and then the warm soft pressure of Sylvia's tongue persuaded her. Next she felt the cool caresses of two pairs of hands as they began to stroke her body with long sensual motions. Jane had never felt anything quite so wonderful in all her life.
Four hands, twenty fingers all playing a passionate game of hide and seek on the long cool field of her body. She began to feel all hot inside like she was ready to explode. She then reached up and began to kiss John with passion. Her hot tongue exploring the inner reaches of his mouth while her hands slid down to grasp his newly erect cock.
"Not now little one," he said in a deep breathy voice, "Let us please you." And he began to kiss his way down the whole length of her just washed body. She smelled of soap and powders. The skin of her inner thighs was still soil and warm from the long soaking and John eagerly kissed and licked them. He ran his tongue up and around the pink outer lips of her cunt. He took his time and sensitively touched every little nook and cranny of her cunt. Only then did he spread her legs apart and begin to mouth the inner space. He found the tiny nub of her clit and rolled it about with his tongue. Jane writhed like an electric current was passing through her body. Her legs tensed and nipples hardened. Sylvia, sensing the time was right, began to kiss her and fondle her tits. She rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and was rewarded with a spasm of joy. John began to work harder at the valley of her cunt. Jane's legs were now spread wide as he moved himself up to a position where he could penetrate her.
His stiff cock stood out far and Jane guided more by instinct then by guile reached down and guided the missive head of his prick into the first few millimeters of her cunt. She cried out with pleasure as the first two inches of cock entered her. A short kind of cry half of discovery and pleasure and half of pain. Slowly he fed more and more of his stiff member inside her as Sylvia kissed her. Sylvia raised herself up on the bed and moved so she could straddle Jane's face. The hot swirl of her cunt was ready for more of the attention it loved so much and it was up to Jane to provide it. She did so willingly. It was fantastic.
Pressing the full weight of her passion against
Jane's mouth Sylvia began to move back and forth. She felt Jane's mouth on her pussy. Her hot tongue probing inside the gates of her lust. Once more, more by instinct than by knowledge Jane found the nub of her erect clit and gave it a sharp bite. Sylvia screamed in pain and pleasure and moved even harder against her face. Jane lapped more furiously for this seemed to be what Sylvia wanted. And the more the two women moved the harder John's prick slammed into her cunt. Soon it was too much for Jane's young body to take and with a muffled scream she climaxed. Her body raising high off the bed and tossing both her love partners about like toys.
"My god, my god," she moaned, as Sylvia eased herself off her face. All thoughts of shyness left Jane's mind as she looked down at the still stiff cock. She and Sylvia pushed John back on the bed and began to attack him. Both women began to lick his cock like it was a popsicle, running their tongues up and down the shaft with frantic joy. First Sylvia would take as much of him down her throat as she could and then she would pass it to Jane who followed her lead. On and on it went like that. First one young hot creature licking his balls while the other sucked the hard shaft of his cock. Soon John could stand it no more and he erupted with a titanic shot. His hot white come spilling down their chins as both women hurried to swallow as much of the life giving stuff as they could. John closed his eyes in ecstatic rapture and enjoyed the bliss he had earned.
As he lay there unaware of his surroundings Jane pushed Sylvia back on the bed and began to finish what she started.
"Do you like it when I do this?" She asked, as she bit down hard on the hard nubs of her nipples.
"Oh yes, more. Fuck me more," she moaned. Pulling Jane's head to her breast the young girl kissed the twin mounds and bit and tongued the peaks. "More, more," Sylvia demanded and pushed Jane's head down towards the area of her cunt. Jane went willingly. And when Sylvia turned around into the sixty nine position Jane was amazed that two women could make so much pleasure of each other. The two young girls buried their faces into each others cunts aad licked and sucked furiously. John rolled over and watched them until the stiffness returned to his so recently abused cock. And with erection in hand positioned himself so he could fuck Sylvia while Jane continued to eat her out.
It was wild.
His hot shaft passed by Jane's mouth and she gave it a reassuring lick as it worked its way into the wet red gash of Sylvia's cunt. John forced it all the way in one hard sure stroke and Sylvia responded by biting down on Jane's clit. Both women were transported on the wings of female lust as Johns stiff cock raked over both of them. Harder and harder he slammed his cock into her cunt. His balls slapping against Jane's face as he drove deeper into Sylvia's cunt. From somewhere between Jane's legs Sylvia began to yell as the tension built up inside her. John deciding the time was right pulled out of her cunt and with one savage but well aimed drive, shoved the full length of his cock into her ass. Sylvia screamed louder in response and pain. But soon the waves of pain and pleasure were too much for her and she climaxed in one galvanic jerk.
John felt her muscles contract as he began to come inside her and Jane tried to remove his cock from her ass-hole so she could then drink down the protein delight. But John was too firmly implanted inside that tight brown sphincter to get out so Jane could enjoy his juices. Finally all three of them lay back on the bed in lusty fatigue. The women as tired and as sated as the man.
That's how they were when the door burst open and Aunt Miranda charged into the room.
"What in the fuck is going on here?" she screamed at the top of her lungs.