Chapter 11
Although she didn't quite qualify on the grounds od virginity, Mary chose the traditional white gown and veil for her wedding. The gown was cut low to display a dazzling portion of beautiful breasts, and Dwight smiled broadly as he stood beside her at the altar.
"The sight of those tits is going to give the minister a hard-on, you watch and see," Dwight told her in a whisper and she choked a little as she fought back a laugh.
There was no reception and after the ceremony, they went straight to their new home. The place was palatial, with acres of walled grounds and a big swimming pool as well as a stable of good riding horses. Both had done enough traveling for the time being, so they agreed to skip the traditional honeymoon.
The stable was walled off from the main grounds so that they had privacy to swim nude in the pool and romp around the grounds. The maids could see from the house, but Dwight didn't seem to mind and Mary surely wasn't upset at being seen in the nude, especially by the younger of the two maids, a dark haired, fresh faced country girl in her late teens. She was the niece of the older maid who kept a watchful eye on the girl and never allowed her to go out alone.
Happy as Mary was in her marriage, there were times when she eyed the girl speculatively and wondered how it would be to strip her and get her face into her virginal crotch to teach her some of the facts of life.
With Dwight providing a steady diet of sex, Mary told herself she could resist the lesbian temptations, but she did hunger for the sting of a spanking. That hunger was fanned a few weeks after her marriage when she heard the sound of angry scolding coming from the kitchen.
The girl, Marge, said something which Mary didn't quite hear, then her aunt, Louise, erupted with an angry roar and told the girl to go to her bedroom and get ready. Trembling with excitement as she heard the words, Mary told herself it could only mean the the woman was going to spank the eighteen year old beauty.
Sobbing, the girl ran from the kitchen and went up the stairs to her third floor room. Not more than a minute later, the woman followed. Mary allowed her time to turn the corner, then she slipped her shoes off and followed.
In her anger, the woman had swung the bedroom door closed, but the latch failed to catch and it swung open a couple of inches. Luck was with Mary as she huddled against the wall and saw that she could see the mirror on the girl's dresser and in it, the reflection of the two in the room.
Marge had removed her dress and half slip, but still wore a white bra and plain white panties. What she did to the garments with breasts and buttocks, caused Mary to tremble with sudden arousal.
"Why ain't you naked yet like you're supposed ta be?" Louise said angrily and Mary saw the young beauty cower before her rage.
Hurriedly, nervously, the girl took the bra off to bare a pair of tits which caused Mary to tremble. They were at least as big as her own and stunningly firm as they jutted, then swayed while she bent to push her panties down and step out of them, showing Mary an excitingly beautiful ass, well fleshed and perfectly rounded, seemingly a twin of her own.
Picking up a wooden backed hair brush from the dresser, the woman jerked her dress and slip up over her hips, then sat on an armless chair, her big, bare thighs offering a more than adequate platform for the frightened girl who stood trembling in nudity and fear.
Mary found it strange that in spanking the girl in anger, supposedly as punishment, Louise had her strip bare naked and also gave her her bare thighs to lie on. At that point she began to suspect that there may be a factor other than anger involved.
Without having to be told, Marge went to her aunt and lay across the woman's thighs, presenting her bare ass beautifully. The woman gripped her arm, patted her behind with the back of the brush, then began spanking.
She laid the smacks on with a skilled touch, Mary observed, and kept the brush moving around so that the entire area of the girl's bottom took on color evenly, excitingly so.
While the girl cried, she kicked furiously and her tits swayed madly under her. It was clear that Marge didn't like spankings at all, but the look Mary noted on the woman's face told her something else. It was very clear to Mary that Louise was burning with passion as she panted and grunted while the back of the brush kept bouncing off the girl's firm behind.
And then, without warning and none too soon for Marge, her aunt stopped spanking and pushed her roughly off her lap. Mary hurried down the hall, but she didn't have time to hide before the woman almost ran from the girl's bedroom to her own, the brush still in her hand. She didn't see Mary as she hurried into her room and closed the door behind her. Creeping to the door of her room, Mary listened and heard sounds of labored breathing which told her the woman was fingering her cunt. That told Mary a lot of things, but it also raised some questions which it didn't answer, and those questions intrigued her.
Late the next morning, Mary sent Marge into the village to run some errands, ensuring that she would be off the scene for about two hours, then she went to Louise's room with the woman.
A suggestion of a smile on her face, Mary told of how she had watched the spanking the previous day, and went on to tell the woman that she had become as aroused by it as Louise had. At first the woman tried to deny that she had been excited, that it hadn't been anything more than routine punishment, but Mary wasn't buying that.
"Sure," Mary told her, "just routine. That's why when you finished coloring her beautiful butt, you pushed her off your lap, ran to your room, jerked off your panties and fingered your cunt. I listened to you, Louise."
"What are you after, anyway?" the woman asked, her face flushed hotly.
"For one thing, I'm after a spanking, Louise. You see, I'm one of those people who likes being spanked. I've dropped hints to my husband, but he isn't in the market for that kind of fun. Now you, on the other hand, obviously enjoy spanking. Take a look at this, Louise," Mary said as she turned her back and raised her dress to show how her tiny panties clung to her lovely ass. "I'm in the mood to have this beautiful butt well spanked. I want you to give it to me. Are you going to enjoy it?"
"Yes," the woman replied and gulped. "I'll get my brush." she added and started towards the dresser.
"No, I want you to give it to me with your hand. I like getting my bare ass spanked with an open palm."
"No, please, don't make me do that," the woman said with an intensity which puzzled Mary for a moment, then she understood it all. Louise had lesbian hungers for her niece and didn't want to have to face it, let alone admit it.
"Take your dress off, Louise," Mary told her as she removed her own dress. She thought she saw tears ready to flow from the woman's eyes, then she obeyed and took her dress off.
She wore a big, plain white bra and white rayon panties and she bulged them both with big tits, belly and butt. Her figure was anything but beautiful, but in that moment, Mary didn't care. As she took her own bra off, she ordered Louise to do the same. The woman resisted for a while, then tremblingly removed her bra to reveal big, not very firm breasts, then, totally defeated, she took her panties off and stood naked.
"Come here, Louise," Mary told her. "You are going to scold me the way you scold Marge. While you're doing it, you're going to take my panties down, take me across your big thighs and spank me at least as hard as you did her. Is that clear? Come on, do it at once."
"Damn you," the woman roared in anger which seemed very real to Mary. "Damn you for doing this to me. I'll make your pretty butt pay for what you're doing to me," she panted as she jerked Mary's panties down roughly across her thighs.
Without delay she began spanking, as hard as Mary had ever been spanked, her fat tits swaying, her labored breathing sounding loud in the quiet room, though not as loud as the sound of her open hand slapping and Mary's very real crying.
Mary knew tha spanking was over when the woman gave a groan and she felt strong fingers digging at her fiery buttocks. Her crying preventing her from talking coherently, Mary pushed to her feet, caught the trembling woman by the arm and walked her to the bed. She saw fear in Louise's eyes, but she saw something else too and knew she had the woman in her power, knew she was going to get what she wanted, whether or not Louise really wanted that.
Tumbling the woman onto the bed, Mary jerked her big thighs apart, heard a groan of protest, then her face was in the woman's crotch and she was sucking. As she did, she delivered her crotch to Louise, felt hands pawing her own thighs and then she was getting her cunt sucked greedily.
While she lapped the hot cunt and felt a tongue lick hers, Mary knew that afraid or not, Louise had lapped cunt before.
Mary climaxed strongly, then the other woman followed. After that, Louise would have gotten up, but Mary stopped her, drawing her back into an end to end embrace and they sucked and lapped until both climaxed for a second time.
Later, sobbing, Louise told all, how when in her teens, she had been seduced by a city woman. When she confessed the sin to her priest, he had been so outraged and had spoken so strongly of hell and the fires of damnation that he had filled her with terror. Among other things, he told her that it was a greater sin than murder or birth control.
She had never gotten over it and thought she had it all under control, until the first time she spanked her beautiful niece and the old hungers flared.
"That priest was full of crap, Louise," Mary told her and would have said more, but the woman cut her off.
"You must never say such a thing about a priest," Louise said, trembling. "God could strike you dead on the spot."
Mary tried to reason with her, but stopped when she feared the woman's mind was going to snap. With a shrug, she picked up her clothes and walked to her room, her tingling, red ass twitching saucily.
Louise would get over it, she told herself, and she would provide an interesting companion. Then there was beautiful Marge to think about. She would teach her all the games and make her like them. What a joy it was going to be, she thought, to be squirming naked with the beautiful country girl, to be sucking her cunt and teaching her how to suck, to fondle her tits and her luscious ass.
But it was a dream that was not to come true for Mary. When she woke the next morning, she went to the kitchen for coffee and found none, no trace of either of the maids. She called them both and received no reply.
Dreading what she was going to find, she went to the third floor and found Louise's room empty. The same applied when she checked Marge's room. A closer check showed her that the closets were empty too. Sometime during the night, the two had fled. The reason was obvious to Mary and she hoped her husband wouldn't suspect that she was somehow involved.
Fortunately, he didn't. He was surprised and annoyed, but they agreed that they could find other maids and that they would survive. Throwing off her negligee, she got into bed with him and they thought of other things.