Chapter 4
Four pairs of eyes widened, as Serena came into the dining room at eight o'clock that morning. She had been pummeled, pampered, excercised, and then relaxed in a sauna, a routine which she had adhered to religiously for two weeks, and her devotion to the cause of resurrecting her old self was obvious.
Because she was avoiding the old crowd, she had not been to the hairdressers, and her lovely, thick red hair hung simply to her shoulder blades, radiant with the daily washings and brushings she was giving it. Her body was acquiring its old, long, dancer's shape. Her breasts were firmed up, and standing proudly in feminine glory on her chest.
The very intensity of her pursuit had washed away the old blase look, and replaced it with a warm glow which suffused her peaches and cream complexion and gave a glow to her warm dark eyes that was entrancing.
Serena was once again the traffic-stopper she used to be. She noted with interest the way Marie's left eyebrow tilted upward in a Gallic gesture of subtle interest. Now, perhaps?
Serena caught her breath, and bit her lower lip. Even The Wall Street Journal slammed to the table.
"Serena?" Her husband turned around. "Good morning, dar-...." James rose with a cat-like grace from the table, and came toward her.
"Good morning, Serena," he husked, taking both her hands in his, and fondling them the way he used to when they were courting.
"You look pretty this morning, Mommy," lisped Leticia, who was crumbling bread subtly on her lap, and feeding it to the cat who had sneaked from the kitchen, and was now under the table, lapping up the buttery gifts being showered on it.
Serena looked around her. This was her family, and she suddenly swelled with pride. She was mistress of herself, finally, and therefore, mistress of this family.
How she had ever allowed herself to be browbeaten into believing that the Serena she knew herself to be wasn't acceptable, was beyond her. Her shoulders automatically went back a little, and her head was raised slightly higher, her stubborn chin showing at a superb angle.
She really did have a lovely, cameo profile, which the years and the boredom had blurred into hiding.
She had class, she thought, as she smiled, while the compliments, and the stir occasioned by her presence in the dining room continued.
Well, she thought, if I can conquer these good, loving, accepting, if dull, people, I can conquer the world. I can have my cake and eat it, too.
She was gazing intensely at Marie, whose gaze had not left her figure. Marie was raking her with her eyes, and Serena could feel her pussy gush a mass of cream.
She walked, fully in command, over to where her daughter sat. Smiling, she reached under the table and picked up the cat.
Then she sat down and acknowledged her admirers.
"Thank you, dear," said Serena, kissing James Sr., James Jr., and Leticia. She paused, wanting for all the world to kiss Marie. "I feel much better this morning," she said, sitting in her accustomed place, and ringing the crystal bell.
It was time now to try out her new-won self-respect and self-control on normal situations, like eating with everyone else. Marvin came into the room. His eyebrows also danced on his brows, as he looked with interest and obvious admiration, at the radiant Mrs. Caruthers, who was sitting so erect and energetic looking at the table.
"Breakfast, Madame?"
"Yes, Marvin. Coffee, a boiled egg, and a piece of whole wheat toast, thank you."
Marvin danced out of the room. The Wall Street Journal still lay supine on top of the breakfast plate in front of Mr. Caruthers. He was staring at his wife, probably seeing her for the first time in several years. And what he saw was interesting him enormously.
"You look lovely this morning, Serena," James husked, his eyes caressing the dancing red lights in his wife's long hair, the glow in her cheek, the sparkle in her eyes. Their eyes met, and Serena's chin dimpled in a subtle smile.
Well, she thought, after all these years of stifling yawns. It was amazing to her what a good state of health did to the temperament. After years of putting up with her husband's indifference, all the other women, who hung like ghosts around them when they were in bed together, or dining together, saying little or nothing to each other, Serena suddenly found herself all out of patience.
She was surprised at the quick rise of anger, that further flushed her cheeks. Marvin was at her side, his movements a mere whisper.
He smiled at her as he poured her coffee, and backed away, when she waved off his attempt to pour cream into her cup. As Serena looked at Marvin, she realized that this man had been a trusted member of this family for ten years, and she had never realized how attractive he was. She smiled at him.
"Thank you, Marvin," she said, patting his arm, lightly. Marvin beamed at her, his eyes twinkling.
Serena turned her attention to Marie, who was sipping her coffee, and gazing over the rim of the cup at her. Serena caught her look, and held it brazenly. No more doubts about what she wanted! Serena was going to have Marie. And it was going to be soon.
Her husband should be going on one of his
"business trips," soon, and Serena knew what that meant. It could be a for-real thing or a faked escape to shack up with someone else. Serena smiled. She knew she was going to be one-up on him now.
And Marvin ... that was a whole new dimension.
Another month passed. James Caruthers did not go on a business trip.. With the sole exception of Serena's successfully completed effort to attain her old figure, to explore the meaning of her old world, and her sexual escapades, which still distressed her, life seemed to go on around her as usual.
Even Marie, the French governess, who was managing the children beautifully, seemed to fall in with the dull, plodding rhythm of the life they led. Whereas the children before Marie, had been a constant source of irritation, frustration, and, yes, Serena had to admit it, excitement, they were now incredibly quiet.
Her husband did not read The Wall Street Journal with the same single-minded devotion that he once had. Some of that intensity had been transferred to his wife, who had once again gone back into society, and become the belle of the ball. Her natural good looks had been enhanced by the healthful regime she had followed, and by a sudden aversion to the overdone hairdos and over-painted nails, and overdressed styles, which she had acquired.
She was the center of attention when she entered a room, and every eye followed her as she moved with her old lithe grace among her friends and acquaintances, and no eye moved with more unswerving attention than her own husband's.
Serena basked in glory. Where once she had pursued her husband with a fury that would have frightened anyone, now her husband pursued her, courted her, paid small and large attentions to her, and gave her small-and large-gifts.
Frequently, at night, he knocked on the door that joined their rooms. Serena was inevitably "asleep," and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. It had never occurred to her that the tables would be reversed. It had never occurred to her, as she spent her evenings, like a cat, patiently waiting, and ridding herself of excess energy by masturbating, that she would wind up with the full deck, the winning hand.
She remembered the first morning Marie had come into the dining room, her charisma overflowing and startling all the members of the family. Now, Marie seemed to be a quiet, efficient, and retiring woman. Serena wondered at the change, until she remembered the look the Frenchwoman had given her when she emerged from her two weeks of solitary confinement. So, Marie wanted her, too.
Where initially she had been afraid of the possible coupling between Marie and James, now she was assured that they would both toe the mark, waiting for her smallest wishes to be voiced.
Serena stretched and remembered. The memories were good. If they still startled her, and they did, if they pricked her none-too-easy conscience, bringing them to light certainly gave her a picture that was slowly, but surely making sense. For many years she had repressed those memories, denying that she was ever a part of that perverse reality, striving to shape herself to the mold desired of her by her new-found family. And therein had lain her defeat.
Serena had startled her friends and her family this past week, by joining a volunteer force which went three times a week to the local women's prison. She was tired of quarreling over which painting should be bought for what public institution.
Besides the memories of her own rough early life, there was also the solitary hours to think, to try to place her life in some kind of context. And Serena had felt a need to be useful. She was tired of being an ornament, a frill in a frivolous society. Serena had a lot of guts. If the soft living had turned those guts somewhat mushy, the new regime, which Serena had vowed she would follow faithfully for the rest of her life, had built up in her a sense of worth that spilled over in a need to help someone else, to bring some worth into the lives of those deprived of meaning, by circumstances beyond their control.
As Serena heard the soft knocking of her husband at their door-the two rooms had been a convention from the first in their marriage, a convention which Serena had hated, but which she had never spoken against, since it was "what was done," among their married peers-she firmed up her resolve to "be asleep."
She was angry. She was angry at the timid and mild advances made by her husband. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate his gentleness, his suave and sophisticated manners. But she did like to be swept off her feet, and he wasn't doing it! She was going to get even with him for the two bedrooms, and the long, solitary nights she had spent in her own room, wanting him, and waiting for him.
She heard a door slam on the upper floor, where the help slept. And her smile deepened. It would be Marie. She heard Marie's footsteps walk quietly down the stairs, and then around the balustrade, down to the kitchen. Serena was suddenly the center of everyone's attentions, and she loved it!
Serena stretched on her bed, and closed her eyes. The scene that came unbidden to her mind, as she let herself float off to sleep, was a disturbing one, one she had witnessed that afternoon at the prison. Several of the girls in the juvenile wing of the prison had rebelled against the bad food. They had stood up in a screaming mass, and flung their plates against the walls of the dining hall, and splattered the matrons guarding them.
Of course the demonstration was quelled quickly and violently, the young instigators of the plot being singled out for a quick lesson in the wisdom of abiding by the law, in or out of prison.
Three of them, all under fifteen, were lined up against the wall of the assembly hall, and bent, bare-assed, over three stools. One of the matrons stood up in front of the silent, sullen assembled audience, surrounded by armed guards, and gave them all a lecture on obedience, and living with the established order of things.
Serena, who had been up in the hospital ward, talking to two piteous young adolescents, one with pneumonia and the other with a severe case of anemia, had heard, but not seen the insurrection. She did hear the lecture, which incensed her. What followed was not designed to calm her down, or quell her growing indignation at the conditions under which these poor girls, and young women, lived.
Two other matrons came up to the front of the assembly hall. One of them handed a black belt to the matron who had given the lecture. Serena noticed that both the other matrons had black belts in their hands, thick, and ugly-looking. They swung the belts with a practiced ease that made Serena's heart sink.
She caught her breath and held it as the belts came down on the soft white bare asses of the pre-adolescent girls bent over the stools. There were cries and growls in the audience that were soon hushed by the guards.
Serena was shaking from head to foot. At first, she knew it was anger, and compassion for these poor children, so brutalized. She had a vague thought which later became a determination, that she was going to bring her own two children up here, just to show them how easy life was for them.
The belts landed hard and unsparingly on the soft white quivering flesh of the three girls. Every now and then one of the belts would cut with particular violence, and a cry would be wrenched from a stoical ringleader's unwilling throat. And Serena cried with them.
She was also creaming in her pants, and mortified that she could witness this scene of degradation and be so aroused. What was wrong with her anyway? What defect in nature had made her this way. She knew that there were other women who pursued similar pleasures, but she had never met them, and therefore could never voice her doubts or share her experiences.
She had no touchstone against which to measure her own impulses. She just watched, her anger growing, as the matrons beat the bare bottoms of the three children. Their soft white asses were becoming red, and welts rose, which were visible where Serena stood, several feet away.
She noted that the assembly hall was now almost silent, except for the heavy sonorous sound of breathing which was quicker, and louder than normal breathing should be.
She looked around, feeling the panic of her errant heart growing in her. Could it be that even so-called normal people were aroused by whippings. Serena had had some of her best orgasms after having her bottom whipped. She felt her ass muscles contract, with the remembered pleasure of a tingling bottom, as some man's cock plowed into her, or some woman's tongue reamed her out.
And then, the memory of her own perverse pursuits overcame her, and she could feel her knees trembling. She knew she was going to come, right there in the assembly hall, right in front of all these people, without even putting a hand to herself.
She could feel her clitoris trembling in that wild, stinging way that drove her over the top of her climax. She could feel her whole body grow taut as it braced against the onslaught of pleasure that was filling her to the brim.
She watched the beaten asses of the children, and her own ass tingled in sympathetic response. She wished she were in their position now. And she cringed as she abandoned herself to her lustful impulses, and let the pussy cream drip down her legs, as her pussy muscles contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed.
Serena had broken out into a sweat, and her face was flushed. Her eyes were gleaming. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands, and gritted her teeth against the spasms that were coursing through her.
Finally, the ecstatic spasms eased off, leaving Serena feeling drained. She felt as if she were a rag doll someone had taken all the stuffing out of.
The fear that she had become a slave to her lusts became too much for her.
"Stop!" she cried, "stop! This is obscene!"
There was a loud murmer running through the hall, as Serena went up to where the matrons were standing, frozen in mid-stroke. The three little girls, their heads hanging over the stools, turned to look at her over their shoulders, which were quivering pathetically.
"How dare you brutalize children this way?" she screamed, feeling her indignation rising, and giving full vent to it, as a channel for her pent-up sexual energies, which had achieved a dangerously high pitch.
She didn't hear the response of the head matron. Her eyes became riveted on the young, almost hairless pubes of the three young girls. All three of them were creaming. Their moist little labia were swollen and gleaming with their sticky young pussy juices.
The sight did little to diminish Serena's own rampant eroticism. So! They were enjoying it. And the heavy breathing in the hall. Serena was slightly calmed by the knowledge that far from being alone, she was among women who were intimate with the slightly perverse facets of sex. And of course, they would have to be. Where else did they get their relief from? There certainly weren't any men, all the male guards being assigned to the public rooms, and the outside of the prison.
She was ushered into a room, with one of the matrons, while the head matron ordered the girls released from their punishment, and placed in solitary for a week. The rest of the inmates were ushered back to their regular places of work or study.
The matron was a big, burly woman with a slight mustache on her upper Up. Serena found her very attractive. Apparently, the matron reciprocated the feeling. They had a long, long talk together.
The upshot of the conversation was that Serena was willing to proffer the services of her cook to teach the cooks in the institution how to make the food a little more palatable, granted of course, that Marvin and Martha were willing. She would ask, and return the next day with an answer.
Serena, who had her in-laws to dinner that evening for the first time in several montns, was extremely restless, and her restlessness spilled over into a scintillating wit. Serena spoke more and appeared to be more interested in her in-laws than she had ever been.
As her mother-in-law was leaving, she reached over and pecked her son on the cheek, whispering in his ear, "I've never known her so enchanting and so lovely. You are a lucky boy, indeed."
James grinned wryly. When he had come home with the announcement that he was marrying the chorus girl, the shoe had been on the other foot, and Serena had been fed to satiation with the story of how lucky she was!
Of course, Serena was restless because of her aroused state, which became aggravated during the course of the evening, by the surreptitious looks flicked at her by Marie, and her husband's mooning gaze, as well as the obvious lump in his crotch.
Even her nightly masturbating did not relieve the tension that was building to a dangerous peak. She would have to do something about it and quickly. It was one thing to wreak vengeance by keeping her husband and Marie waiting. But she was keeping herself from her own pleasure, and she had decided that pleasure was one thing she would no longer deny herself.
At seven-thirty the next morning, after her daily work-out at the health club, she stepped briskly into the kitchen. Marvin was preparing a sauce for the eggs benedict which was the morning menu. Martha was preparing the rest of the food, and fussing over the luncheon menu. It was a hot morning, and Marvin had not yet put on his shirt and suit coat.
Serena gasped. She had never realized the man was so well-built. His bulging muscles rippled through the immaculate white T-shirt which he was wearing. He was sweating, and the cotton material clung to his muscular, hairy frame. His belly was washboard-flat, and corded. Serena wondered quizzically to herself where he did his work-outs, and when, given the myriad of duties he performed for the family, he found the time.
It seemed that one only had to think without voicing the wish, and Marvin was there, on his feather light, discreet feet, holding out to you exactly what you wanted.
He started when he saw Serena come into the kitchen. "Oh, Madame, please forgive my attire...." he said, seemingly flustered.
"Nonsense," said Serena, who had discarded some of the flighty mannerisms that she thought were high-style, reverting back to her gutsy directness, "I wouldn't expect you to dress any other way. This kitchen is hot. I should have come out here before to see the conditions you were working in."
She smiled sweetly at Martha, sweating over a shopping list.
"I shall see to it that an air conditioner is installed in here this week. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Oh, Ma'am, it isn't always this bad. It's just an exceptionally hot day, is all," husked Martha, beaming at her fondly.
Serena came in and sat down. She was tempted to cut a piece of the caramel cake sitting on the table, but she resolutely pulled her eyes away. No more self-indulgence for Serena!
"I wanted to talk to you two." Marvin removed the double-boiler with the white sauce, and came over, sitting down at the table. Serena had to place her hands, folded in her-lap, so strong was the desire to caress his powerful forearms, which lay so gently on the table. How could a man that powerfully built be so soft and exhibit such finesse in all his movements?
Again, Serena's pussy creamed, as the picture of her, fainting with desire in Marvin's passionate arms, flitted through her sex-charged imagination.
Gazing out the window, to avoid the temptation at hand, Serena described to the couple the scene she had witnessed the day before, and her suggestion to the head matron.
"Of course, I shall see to it that you are paid for the extra work, if you decide you want to do it. The circumstances are not the best in the world, and I want you to feel free to refuse the suggestion. It is only a suggestion!"
Martha and Marvin looked at each other, and Martha put out her work-worn hand, caressing Serena's white hands, still folded in her lap.
"My dear," Martha's voice caressed her ears. "Of course we'd love to do it. We think it's such worthy work you're doing up there, and if we can help those poor women in any way, we'd consider it a privilege."
"And you can forget the remuneration, Madame. We are not interested in the money. Just happy that we can be of service," said Marvin, also beaming at her.
Serena's eyes filled with happy tears, as she looked at this devoted couple who had served her and her family so well for so many years. She would speak to James this morning about giving them a raise, and about raising the amount of money to be left in the will.
"Thank you," she said, simply. "I'll get back to you with definite plans when I speak to the matron."
Marie had the morning off, and Serena took charge of the children. She had an air of authority now, and they didn't flabbergast her, as they once did with their high-jinks. Marie was due back at one o'clock, and at twelve-thirty promptly, their luncheon was served.
Serena sat at the table, going over their French lessons with them, eating an apple, while the children dabbled in their food. Serena had the first real conversation she had ever had with her children.
"Leticia, have you ever thought of just eating food, and leaving the playing to your toys?"
"Huh?" said Leticia, looking up at her lovely mother, her little-girl eyes straying to her gorgeous breasts.
"Come now, Leticia, you can think of a better response than that."
"I suppose so, Mommy. But I don't know what you mean."
"I mean," said Serena, taking a deep breath, as she took the bull by the horns, "that you eat like a truck driver. Your manners are awful."
"Oh," said Leticia, thunderstruck at the honest response. She put down the peas she was cradling in the palm of her hand, aiming to start a soft war with her brother, and placed her hands in her lap. Her mother reached over, and covered Leticia's little hands with her own. Then she smiled at her daughter, softening the blow a bit.
James Jr. who could have been a clone, he was so like his father, was amused at Leticia's embarrassment. He took a pea from his plate, and flicked it. It landed square on Leticia's forehead. Leticia who was beginning to adore this gorgeous creature her mother had become, twisted her mouth into a look of rage, but kept her hands folded in her lap, loving the warmth emanating from her mother's warm palm.
"James, you may leave the table and go to your room. You will sit there alone, thinking about what you have done. And you may come down to dinner if you have with you a composition of no less than one hundred words, stating why you did what you did, and whether or not you thought it was worthwhile."
James Jr.'s eyes popped in his head. His mother wouldn't dare take that tone of voice with him. Marie was bad enough, but his mother! Never! He set his chin in defiance, exactly as Serena had seen her husband do it time and time again.
"No, I won't."
"Then, you will not come down to dinner unless you can present me with a composition of no less than two hundred words on why you should defy your mother in so ungentlemanly a manner."
"No, I won't!"
"The composition is now three hundred words, and if you keep defying me, you may not get breakfast, either," Serena said, firmly.
James Jr. was at a loss. No matter how he played this game, he was going to lose it. He was glad it was his mother, and not Marie.
That is, he was glad it was his mother and not Marie until he flicked another pea, which landed with deadly accuracy, right in the cleft between his mother's succulent globes, which James Jr. had had an irresistible urge to grab since his mother did, whatever it was she did to get the way she was.
He noted with a rising fear the look his mother cast him, as she removed her hand from her daughter's hands, and rose from the table, approaching him.
Leticia had acquired a rather smug expression on her face. She was about to be revenged without having to raise a hand. Very quietly, and very firmly, Serena approached her son, watching his eyes widen with shock, and bewilderment, as she reached over, picked him up firmly, and then sat down in his seat. Very quickly, she pulled down his summer shorts, exposing his bare bottom.
Then she folded him neatly over her knee, and spanked him, very firmly, and hard enough to sting her own palm. As her hand paddled her son's bottom, her own ass began to twitch. What she wouldn't give to have someone doing this to her! She paddled hard, deaf to her son's pleading, and his kicking and squirming.
"Oh, Madame," she heard Marie husk behind her.
Serena did not pause in her slapping, feeling her son's soft, white little-boy flesh against her stinging palm. His ass cheeks were getting very red. She turned to Marie and said, "Good afternoon, Marie. Please sit down. Lunch is ready. I'll be with you in a moment."
She then continued to spank her son to her own satisfaction, and much to the dismay of James Jr.
She finally let him up, and pulled his trousers up over his exposed baby genitals, and red little ass. She had a wild urge to caress his ass, to put her mouth over his little prick, which bobbed there, so adorable, so soft, and so small. She carefully tucked his little shirt in, and then led him to the door of the dining room.
"Remember, three hundred words. One, why you threw the pea at Leticia; two, why you disobeyed your mother; and three, why you were so disrespectful to your mother by throwing a pea at her. If you don't have the composition ready by dinner, then you better have it by breakfast. That is, if you expect to eat. Now, go to your room."
James left, rubbing his sore behind. Serena stood in the doorway, watching him, and having a wild urge to laugh. He looked so crestfallen, and she suddenly loved him, and Leticia so much. James got halfway up the spiral staircase, and turned, stamping his little foot. "I'm going to tell Daddy on you!" he bellowed, and then ran helter-skelter to the top of the stairs, down the long corridor to his room. She heard the door to his room slamming and she came back into the dining room.
Marie was smiling at her. "I think that was rather well done, Madame," she said, as Marvin poured her coffee.
Serena blushed with pleasure, and sat down. Marvin poured her more coffee. Serena smiled up at him, aware of her growing attraction, and wondering how much dispassion there was in his solicitous care of her every wish and comfort. There was a bond between them now, their mutual work to alleviate some of the misery of the women's prison.
Marvin's hand brushed against Serena's arm, as he took away her dish. He was not maladroit, and had never done that before. It startled Serena, made her wonder. She took a deep breath. She was in command of her household now, finally, and she could control her own destiny, and therefore her sexual involvements. She was not mad, nor out of control. She just liked her sex kinky. And lately she was becoming very aware that many of the people around her liked their sex kinky, too.
She smiled and looked at Marie. Marie smiled back.
Serena was positively twitching in her seat, and Marie, at the moment didn't appear to be the epitome of composure herself. The hand in which she was holding the coffee cup was shaking slightly.
Marvin came to the door of the dining room. "Leticia, it's time to go to your horseback riding lesson."
Leticia rose from the table and bounded to the door. Serena clapped her hands.
"Leticia!"
Leticia spun on a dime, and stared at her mother. "Come say goodbye to your mother and Marie."
"Oh, I forgot!" And Leticia came back, and kissed her mother goodbye, and formally shook hands with Marie, who was grinning at her.
Both women laughed, as Leticia danced out of the room.
"You know, Madame, it is so much better, when the mother helps. I know most women merely drop their children into the custody of French governesses and nurses, to be free of the responsibility for caring for them. But it is so good to see you take an interest."
Serena looked intensely at Marie. She was hearing the words, but she sensed that there was a message hidden between the lines. She used to be good at reading body language, before she isolated herself in this silk cocoon. The work at the prison was helping to remove the blinders, and her own demand to spend some time alone with her own thoughts, was another aid.
"You know, Marie, I like you. I can't tell you how intimidated I was-we all were!-the first morning you came here. Now, I just couldn't do without you."
Marie smiled, and reached over and touched Serena's hand, a bold move, but Serena sensed, a calculated one. "I feel the same about you, Madame. My first impression of you was ... well ... erroneous. I thought you were passive and indifferent."
Marie shifted in her seat, and removed her hand from Serena's. "Also ... and this is a little difficult to say, but ... well, you don't know how, err, stimulating it was to see you spanking your little boy."
Serena laughed, long, and loud, the laughter ringing in musical peals from her belly. "Marie, the laugh is on me," she sputtered. "You turned me on when you spanked Leticia. Let's face it, a little spanking never hurt anyone, and it certainly is pleasurable at times. I got turned on spanking little James, myself!"
The tension in the air lifted suddenly, and Serena decided to make her own move. "Marie, we hardly know each other, and yet you are an indispensable member of this family. I have to make a phone call, and then I have the whole afternoon to myself. James is to remain in solitary confinement until dinner. Why don't I set Marvin to watch James, and you and I can go swimming. There's a lovely pool in the woods behind the house."
"Why, Madame, I would love to."
"Call me Serena," she said, rising from the table gaily, tossing her sparkling red hair, and going up to her room. In her room, excited, and feeling younger, happier than she had in years, Serena called the prison. A conference was set up for the next morning, among the cooks, Marvin and Martha, Serena, and the head matron.
Then Serena divested herself of her clothes, looking happily at the lithe, gorgeous, velvety body that met her gaze in the mirror. She put on one of her old bikinis-one she had kept for old times' sake, but had not been able to fit into since the birth of her first child. The black bikini set off her white skin to perfection. She twirled happily in the mirror, loving the look of herself, her proud full breasts spilling over the brief top, and the tip of her now-firm ass crack peeking out of the top of the satin bikini bottom.
Then she threw on a beach coat over the bikini, donned sandals, and headed downstairs, to wait for Marie.
They were both chattering gaily as they headed for the cool green woods, and the limpid pool, where they planned to spend the afternoon. Both of them knew that there was more to look forward to than just swimming and sunning on the cool green banks of the-pond.
They divested themselves of their beach coats, and both women took long, admiring gazes at each other's body. They were truly a luscious pair, long-limbed, full breasted and full-hipped. Contrasting with their full feminine hips and breasts were their long, slender waists.
They dived into the cold spring water, titillated by the cold bite of the water on then-warm flesh. Together, they swam out to the center of the pool, and then started back. Serena was alive to the day, and her own self-love, which flowed out into a love for everything, including this lovely woman, who had enhanced her household, and who she was sure was going to enhance her sex life, very soon, this afternoon.
Serena turned, treading water, and splashed Marie, who returned the favor. Soon, the two women were wrestling with each other, squealing and giggling in the cool green lagoon. Marie reached over to the heaving breasts of a giggling bright-eyed Serena, who was trying to push Marie under water, and ripped off her bikini top.
Serena gasped with the sense of freedom, as her gorgeous melons floated free in the water. Marie threw the top onto the green bank, and gasped, as Serena reached over and pulled off Marie's top. Marie's breasts were slightly smaller than Serena's, and they perched proudly, like large grapefruits on her chest.
"You have such lovely breasts, Serena," husked Marie, reaching over tentatively, and caressing one of Serena's lovely melons. Serena reached over, an imp having apparently taken possession of her, and pinched Marie's nipple.
"Ouch!" squealed Marie, and the wrestling match was on again. It wasn't long before the two lovely women were completely nude, snatching and grabbing at each other's pussy hairs, twats, and breasts. It almost looked for a minute, as if Serena were winning the wrestling match, and then Marie would pull a dirty trick, such as pinching Serena's nipple, or pulling at her pussy hairs.
They were hurting each other slightly, but not enough to bruise or do damage, and only two women would know how to please in the art of hurting. Finally, Serena could stand it no longer.
Her pussy was creaming and throbbing in the cold water. Marie was giggling and trying to push Serena under the water. She had Serena by a thick hank of her lovely long red hair. Serena reached over, and took Marie's head in her two hands, and planted a long, passionate kiss on her mouth.
Marie stopped wrestling. She stopped breathing for a minute, as her passion built up in her belly, constricting her throat for awhile. She felt Serena's lovely, long tongue snake into her mouth, and Marie opened her mouth wide, accepting the tongue, and caressing it with the tip of her tongue.
Soon, the two women were moaning against each other's mouth, as the passion of the kiss increased, and their bellies pressed into each other. Serena was treading water in the direction of the shore. She wanted Marie so much that her belly ached with her desire. They were alone, with the cool green, sensuous woods, their skins cooled by the water, and their bellies boiling with passion.
And they both sensed each other's desire, as sensitive women will.
Serena reached the shore, still kissing and embracing Marie, who was returning the kiss passionately. She interrupted the kiss, long enough to climb up onto the grassy banks, and she let out a squeal, as she felt Marie's hand land a smart smack on her behind.
"That's dirty," teased Marie, slapping her again, before Serena could get out of the way, "seducing me like that, to lose the wrestling match."
Serena looked at Marie, clambering out of the water, gleaming streams of moisture trickling down her soft, white skin.
"I want you. And I will do anything to get what I want."
A wicked gleam appeared in Marie's eyes. Serena caught it and understood. Before Marie's hand finished curving the arc that swung against Serena's haunches, Serena had landed a good blow on Marie's bare, wet arm. It stung, and Marie let out an emphatic "Ouch! Dieu!"
And the two women again wrestled, this time with their own pleasure, as they landed slaps and blows on their bare, wet skin. The woods resounded sensually with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Their white skins were marked with red marks, where open palms had landed effectively on bare skin.
Serena, in a passionate moment of adoration for the gutsy, kinky Marie, landed one squarely on Marie's cheek. Marie was staggered by the blow, and landed on her round ass cheeks, with a little grunt.
She looked up at Serena, nursing the stinging red mark that had appeared on her cheek. "Ohhhh!" she gasped, "that was marvelous!"
Serena wanted to be dominatrix, and she fell on Marie, pushing her soft, yielding body back into the grass. She watched Marie wince as the prickly grass tickled and scratched her skin. And Serena wanted to hurt her, just a little. She pressed her gorgeous body into the body of Marie, and felt Marie writhing against her. They were stuck sensually together, breast to breast, belly to belly, their pubic fur grinding together, pressing apart their already swollen pussies.
It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other, as Serena bit Marie's neck hard, hearing her squeal, as Serena left a small hickey on the lovely, swan-like neck.
Their hands roamed all over their soft bodies, as their pussies ground into each other. The wet lips of their pussies kissed each other, making wet smacking sounds as the rhythm of their humping increased, and their passion rose to wild heights.
They were entwined around each other, and looked like two snakes copulating in the grass, their long limbs snaked around each other, arms curling over necks, legs entwining with legs, as they roamed all over each other's bodies, pinching, and kissing and biting.
Serena, so long without a real sexual partner, came first. She felt her belly tighten as her pussy started its rhythmic contractions. She pressed Marie's shoulders hard into the grass, covering her mouth with her own, her tongue rolling around the warm, wet cavern of Marie's generous, Gallic mouth.
She felt Marie moaning against her mouth, and felt her pussy cream gushing from her, wetting their lewdly pressed-together pussy hairs, matting them with sticky come juice. Serena increased the speed of her humping. She was pussy. Marie was pussy. Serena felt her whole body and soul travel to her pussy, felt her pussy become a gaping maw that wanted to envelop the whole world, felt the mouth of her womb opening and closing with a sucking sensation that turned her stomach inside out, and sent her brain reeling.
She was coming with great gushing flows of cream, her pink, wet woman meat pressing stickily into the wet woman meat of Marie's twat.
Marie was starting to hump rapidly up into Serena's snatch, and her moaning got louder, more prolonged. She was coming too. Her long arms snaked around Serena's neck, and she threw her legs around Serena's waist, to open up her swollen rose of passion wider to Serena's demanding, humping twat.
Their clitorises battled with each other, each kiss and each little pressure from their writhing hips creating a growing heat between them that was scorching them, driving the rhythmic beat of their orgasm out of their control.
They were both covered with sweat as the heat of their passion grew to almost intolerable heights. They came in a squealing, writhing, sensually grinding heat of passion and pleasure. Their bodies roamed over every inch of frontal skin they both had, and their hands and mouths joined in, increasing the intensity of their mutual ecstasy.
"Ohhhh." moaned Marie. "Ohhh, Serena, I love you," cried Marie, feeling her clitoris go wild under Serena's heavy humping motions.
"Yesss...." hissed Serena, covering Marie's face, her mouth, her neck, with rapid little biting kisses, that sent little pricks of pain and pleasure coursing through Marie's body, like stars twinkling in a pitch-black sky.
Finally, their pleasure peaked. It was almost pain as they hit the heights, and slowly traveled down, floating in a cloud of passion and ecstasy, collapsing into each other's body. For a moment, they had been one.
Now they lay together, two white, still entwined bodies, resting on the soft, green grass, gleaming with sweat, and trembling still with their recently spent passion.
They lay there for the longest time, listening to the sound of each other's breathing, feeling the pressure of breast against breast, their loins still lewdly coupled, and their combined pussy juices coursing still out of their still twitching twats, onto the green grass.
Marie ran her long, lovely fingers through Serena's bright red hair and kissed her. Then she put a strand of the hair into her mouth, and tongued it.
Serena smiled. It was such a sensuous gesture, so typical of this marvelous woman. She rolled off Marie, and they lay side by side, talking intimately for a long, lovely time, while the sun bathed their naked bodies. Their passion for each other grew with the heat of the afternoon sun.
"I would love to taste you," husked Marie. Serena felt her love juices flowing copiously.
She turned and looked at Marie. "I have been thinking the same thing."
Sensuously, they writhed around each other, touching, biting, pinching, and kissing, leaving little marks of possession to remember each other by, down each other's body, until they were in the classic sixty-nine posture. They were both exalted with the clean, musky-sweet smell of womanhood which greeted their nostrils.
Marie flicked out her tongue, and teased Serena's clit. Serena squealed with delight, having buried Marie's whole cunt in her mouth. The squeal sent shivers of pleasure through Marie, as she felt her cunt safe, and tucked away, warm, inside the wet womb of Serena's sucking mouth.
Marie humped her hips up, fucking Serena's mouth gently. She bit down on Serena's clitoris, and was rewarded by feeling Serena's pussy gush cream, and arch up abruptly into Marie's wide-open mouth. They sucked each other to one orgasm after another, as they lay, lazily, and passion-filled in the late afternoon sun, their clitorises jumping madly with each flick of a teasing tongue, their vaginal canals reamed with probing lance-like thrusts of tongues, burying each other's womanhood, in their wet, sucking mouths.
Finally, they exhausted each other, and lay, side by side, holding hands and panting. Serena's clit was sore from the sucking and biting that it had received all afternoon.
Marie was nursing the hickey on the side of her neck, threatening vengeance to Serena for her having given it. Serena smiled. "I love vengeance, particularly when it is wrought in bed," she husked, reaching over and pinching one of Marie's still passion-puckered nipples.
Marie smiled. "Serena, do you like the lash?"
Serena sat bolt-upright. "I don't know," she gasped, feeling her pussy rumbling upward toward another passion-fit. "I've never tried it."
"Would you like to?"
Serena lay down, and cuddled close to Marie. She was a little bit scared, but Serena knew better at this point in her life than to deny the reactions of her pussy, which always told the truth.
"Yes," she said, her eyes dimming with the growing lust in her belly.
At last, she had met her match. A woman to console her, to talk to, a woman who had the same kinky bent in her sexual nature as Serena had.
Serena was no longer alone.
"When?" she asked Marie, smiling.
Marie arched her expressive eyebrows. "Oh, I don't know," she purred. "Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week."
"Now!" demanded Serena.
"No, my lovely one," said Marie firmly. "You have won this battle, but there are others, and I must redeem my Gallic pride. You have seduced me, and for doing that there is a price to pay.
"I will tell you when we will share the lash. And I assure you, I will keep you in an agony of suspense."
Serena lay back, caressing her pussy, as Marie stood up and put on her damp bikini. "I think it is time to go back," she said.
Serena gazed up at her lazily. "Mmmmm...." she said, rising slowly, and also putting on her bikini.
"That's right," Serena said. "There is another suspense story going on in the house. Will James Jr. have his composition ready, or not?"
Marie smiled. They walked back to the house, hand in hand, relaxed and serene.
"Well," said Marie, as they approached the back door. "If he doesn't have his composition ready, he will not eat. And I think that will persuade him that he does not make the rules in the house."
"Chip off the old block!" muttered Serena, wryly, wondering how she could get her husband in on this act.
"They both just need a little more housebreaking," said Marie, looking pointedly at Serena. "And you and I are just the ones to do it."
"You think so?" asked Serena. "Don't you?" husked Marie, squeezing Serena's hand.
"No," Serena said firmly. "I know so!" They walked in to prepare for dinner, and the resolution of the confrontation between mother and son.
The training of the members of the Caruthers household was off to an auspicious start.