Chapter 10
The two of them led an idyllic existence for months and months. Naturally, Kathy didn't return to school for fall semester. Her education had gone far enough as well as the two women were concerned. They had decided to explore the realms of love and passion. They threw themselves into the roles with a vigor not seen often.
The estate slowly began to change. The changes began the day that the old man's will was read. For tax purposes, Carrie did allow Dee Dee to retain some of her inheritance, but made certain that the girl understood the money could be snatched from her control at the slightest whim. Indeed, a notarized packet of incriminating evidence had been securely locked into a safety deposit box of the local bank. The packet included everything that Carrie needed in order to prove her step-daughter was not of an upstanding puritan character. In the safety deposit box were sworn depositions by Mathew, the gardener, the man, and even some photos of Kathy's more recent activities.
For months and months, Carrie kept a tight leash on her step-daughter. She threatened her continually with the prospect of being thrown out of the estate and actually having to work for a living. Two concepts which sent shivers up and down the young debutante's pretty spine.
And then something miraculous happened. No longer were the threats necessary. The young girl obeyed better than a trained poodle dog. She did everything but roll over and play dead on command.
And then the help around the estate began to change. Little by little the loyal and trusting servants who had toiled so selflessly under the Captain for years and years were dismissed. Some of the servants were the descendants of two or three generations of Cumwot servants, though even their special status meant nothing in the final decision.
The old servants were replaced with new, and rather unusual domestics. These new servants were broad-shouldered fellows and comely wenches, imported from all over the world. Uniforms for the men often included nothing more than a light coat of clear oil and female domestics could be seen sporting huge flesh colored dildoes as they went about their daily chores.
One day Carrie was walking for sport in the garden when Kathy posed an unusual question to her.
Carrie was lying on her back. She was completely nude except for a pair of wrap-around sunglasses. In front of her, was a huge burly male. He too was also in the buff though her was working up quite a sweat as he whipped a young french thing into submission for his mistress.
Again and again the large muscled brute brought a leather cat-o-nine tails down across the sweet little french thing's behind. The petite maid let out darling little squeals of delight and wiggled her bottom in the most enticing way as the cat-o-nine tails fell across her bottom again and again. She actually seemed to be liking her work.
Kathy approached from the large french windows that faced out on the garden. She knew that her step-mother was taking her afternoon entertainment in the garden and although she knew that the woman hated to be disturbed, she did feel a strong need to inquire about her future.
Kathy was dressed in her usual uniform of a black highly polished harness and studded dog collar. Her mother had ordered these items from the most expensive boutique in Paris at an indecent cost.
Again and again the whip fell across the young thing's ass. Again and again she wiggled and tittered as the strong looking servants administered her punishment. As far as Carrie was concerned, it was all good clean fun, and just a little treat to lead into the nightly festivities.
Kathy took her place next to her step-mother. She sat on the soft grass by the other woman's lounge chair. Immediately Carrie reached out and placed a queenly hand on her step-daughter, without taking her eyes off the spectacle in front of her.
Kathy watched as intently as her step-mother. The young girl's bottom was already bright red and would appear quite uncomfortable. However, Kathy knew that these new servants were not only selected on the basis of their liking their duties, but they were also paid extremely well. The young girl who now so casually suffered in front of the two women was probably getting no less than a hundred dollars a strike against her bottom.
Finally Carrie raised her hand. The whipping ended and the two players looked at their employer, awaiting further instructions.
"Very, nice, very nice indeed," Carrie said, lowering her hand and letting a thing smile creep across her face.
The two unusual domestics smiled back.
"Now, I would like to see, uh, I would like to see the young man service the young woman. With tongue," Carrie said.
The two hopped to their new duties, the young girl lying back on her back and spreading her legs wide for the male to fit between.
In the mean time, while the two servants were performing their duties, Carrie gave the young girl a nudge. She now wanted Kathy to go down on her. This was evident by the way that Carrie spread her legs wide exposing a good deal of split beaver to all present.
Kathy crawled around the front of the lounge. Then, very slowly she crawled up between her step-mom's legs. The cushion on the lounge was soft and long enough so that the girl could spread herself out comfortably.
Inch by inch Kathy began to lick her step-mother's legs. She let her tongue work its way slowly up the long shapely gams of the older woman. She began just above the ankle and then slowly began working her way up, tasting the salty and fragrant skin of the older woman.
When Kathy reached the knees of her step-mother the older woman ever so slightly parted her legs. Inch by inch the young girl progressed, servicing Carrie as best she could. Not one square inch of skin escaped the talented tongue of the young girl.
When Kathy was just about at mid-thigh, Carrie reached down and began to run her fingers through the girl's hair. Kathy's hair had remained silky and smooth and Carrie loved running her long, slender fingers through it.
Then she was at the older woman's pussy. Kathy let her tongue poke out and trace the line of the older woman's cunt from just next to the puckered pink asshole to right up to the sensitive pink nub of her clit.
Again and again Kathy let her tongue trail across the woman's cunt. Each time her tongue touched and teased at her step-mother's clit the older woman raised her hips slightly, encouraging her step-daughter to go on.
But Kathy would not be rushed. She knew that she would spend a good deal of time lapping at this particular pussy, and each time it had better be good, because there was a large load of dynamite in a iron box locked in a bank in the city. A load of high explosives that could go off at any minute and leave her penniless.
Soon Kathy was probing her tongue deep into Carrie's cunt. Deeper and deeper the soft little active tongue plunged into the older woman's cunt. The young girl used her tongue like a tiny cock, and the older woman responded just as if she were being fucked, and fucked good. With each plunge of the cute, little catlike tongue, Carrie Cumwot rolled her hips, raising them and trying to grind them into her step-daughter's face. Each lap and tease of the tongue brought her closer and closer to achieving the orgasm that was even then building inside of her.
Then Kathy withdrew her tongue from her step-mother's cunt. In place of her tongue she inserted two slender fingers, which she began to work in and out of the wet flexing cunt with increasing speed.
Then, she began using her tongue again. This time she let her tongue wonder over the pink little hard nob of the other woman's clit. With each touch of the sensitive clit now, Carrie moaned and groaned, her moans mixing with the slightly higher-and more musical tones of the French maid who was receiving similar treatment from the burly servant.
"Yes, yes, lick it, lick it, you little cunt lapper," Carrie moaned although it was not quite apparent if she was addressing the girl who serviced her own pussy, or the burly servant.
"Oh, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming!!!" Carrie roared as her hips rose high off the soft cushion of the lounge.
And then, almost like an echo, except that it was in French, the young girl who was having her pussy lapped, began shouting in kind.
"OOOOOOOOOOoohhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" they both moaned together as two cunts spasmed and flexed in the delirious madness of orgasm. Each tongue increased its speed bringing both parties to the inevitable and most enjoyable conclusion.