Chapter 6
"Jacqueline"
A few minutes before in the attic, Jacqueline had rubbed a cloth over an antique mirror and examined herself critically. The gilt-framed glass showed her a striking reflection: a row of imitation pearls, the beads thick and large, hung around her neck-falling across her breasts just above her nipples. Two brass-colored bangles were looped about her wrists, and most eye catching of all, the girl had arranged a brilliant scarf around her hips; tying it so that the knot came slightly below her navel, with the rest of the silk falling down in front of her crotch.
It wasn't quite long enough to completely conceal her sex: the fringe hung across her pubic mound, tickling the lips of her cunt as she moved. The girl tugged the "loin cloth" further down her hips until it more effectively hid her private parts from view, then turned around. She looked over her shoulder to judge the appearance of the rear of her costume.
The scarf did nothing, of course, to hide her buttocks; the cheeks were completely exposed. But the tightness of the silk across her waist certainly accentuated the curve of her hips-making them jut out more sexily than usual.
Jacqueline faced the mirror again, well pleased with her improvised outfit. She wondered why Mona was taking so long; it seemed as if she had been up in the attic for ages and she was impatient for other eyes than her own to admire the bizarre picture she presented.
Somehow, it now seemed perfectly natural to her that she was waiting for Mona to join her and dress herself in a similar fashion-before they both went back downstairs and allowed Caine to treat them as his slaves.
Such a very long time seemed to have elapsed since she had awakened that morning and for the first time in her life, played so shamelessly with herself in the bath: Jacqueline smiled, scarcely able to believe that she had felt so guilty and stricken with remorse over such a silly, perfectly natural incident.
And, then, from that moment on, events had crowded one on top of the other. So much had happened to her today! She had changed completely in the space of those-what? eight hours?
After Mona had made that shocking proposal to her that she permit Caine to share both their charms; To let him take his pleasures with the two of them, so that he wouldn't want Jacqueline to go home in three more weeks when she was supposed to! To keep her there so that she and Mona could remain together! Perhaps it would be worth it and maybe even Mona's husband wouldn't want to touch her-Maybe he would just be happy with Mona.
After Jacqueline had agreed to Mona's plan, because she had found such excitement and understanding in the older woman ... after she agreed, they made love again.
Throughout most of the sunny, warm spring afternoon their bodies had been in close, intimate contact; experimenting with ways of bringing each other to wilder, more voluptuous orgasms, or simply content to cuddle one another in sweet, almost impossible bliss ...
Then her growing nervousness as the time approached when Caine was expected home-and Mona's hurriedly whispered instructions to her when they heard his key turn in the lock.
Jacqueline had felt terribly afraid as the man's footsteps came softly up the stairs. She knew that without Mona's support, without the woman's amazingly bold approach to her husband, she would have died on the spot! But things had gone so smoothly after that. Almost as if they were repeating their parts in a drama which had been enacted many times before ...
She moved her shoulders, shuddering involuntarily as the curious phenomenon stole over her. Jacqueline felt sure that the three of them had lived this same day time and time again ... and that they were doomed to spend eternity going over and over the events, never quite sure that they were on an endless treadmill, but always having that awful, nagging suspicion ...
"Oh nonsense!! she exclaimed out loud. She moved away from the mirror, smoothing her hands over the sleekness of her thighs in an attempt to dispel the unsettling mood.
"It's this old attic that's filling your head with these ideas," she told herself. And it was true that the disused room, with its low ceiling and dusty trunks; its long-discarded toys and assortment of forgotten junk, possessed a rather dismal and faintly oppressive atmosphere. As if it resented being used as a repository for unwanted odds and ends, the long years' accumulation of worthless bric-a-brac.
Jacqueline went to the door and was thankful that Mona had at last appeared on the stairs. The woman seemed lost in thought, not noticing the girl until she was almost on top of her.
"Is everything all right, Mona?" Jacqueline asked anxiously. The expression on Mrs. Ashley's face made her fear that Caine had undergone a change of attitude since she'd left the bedroom.
"What? Oh yes, everything's fine," Mona said absently. She walked past Jacqueline and moved into the attic.
"You look worried, darling," Jacqueline persisted, following her into the room.
Mona's eyes blinked rapidly and she seemed to pull herself together "I'm sorry," she smiled. "I was miles away!" Her manner changed; she became brisk and business-like. "You look charming, Jacqueline-really charming! Now! I must try to make myself look as sexy as you. Where shall we begin ... ?"
Jacqueline took one of the scarves from Mona's hand. She tied it tightly around Mona's hips, then worked the down-hanging loops so that they fell in front of the scant panties the woman was wearing.
"Wouldn't it look better if they were like mine, darling?" whispered Jacqueline. "Without the panties?"
Mona turned so that she faced the mirror-silently she removed the flimsy briefs and ...
Her eyebrows lifted in surprise: "My!" she exclaimed. "I do look good, don't I?"
"We haven't finished yet," Jacqueline told her anxious to make her look as inviting as possible for her husband. "Here-let me put the beads around your neck." The girl took up a string of pearls and fitted them around Mona's neck, having to lift her beautifully long, black hair out of the way so that she could fasten the clasp.
Mona kept her hands at her sides, letting Jacqueline adjust the pearls across her bosom, feeling the girl's sweet breath blowing softly on her bare shoulder as she bent forward.
"Turn around," Jacqueline commanded. "I can't quite judge the effect from this angle."
Mona allowed herself to be turned, Jacqueline's hands exciting her as they grasped her shoulders. Pursing her lips, the girl carefully arranged the string of beads so that they actually touched Mona's nipples: making the woman shiver as the cold gems brushed against their warmth.
Then she stepped back a pace, head cocked to one side, pleased with her artistic arrangement. "They set your breasts off beautifully, Mona!" she cried. "Oh, I wish mine were as big as yours!" She put her hands beneath her own breasts and raised them ruefully.
"Don't be silly, darling!" Mona smiled, pleased with the compliment, knowing that her figure was more well-developed than Jacqueline's and glad the girl envied her ripe, buxom breasts. "Yours are just as nice as mine ... maybe not quite so large, but your firmness more than makes up for that!"
Jacqueline rubbed her fingers over her nipples, making them perk up almost immediately. "Mmmmm," she sighed slowly. "All the same, I love to feel your breasts so much, Mona! If they belonged to me, I could touch them whenever I liked, couldn't I?"
Mona paused for a moment: then, in a quieter, more deliberate voice said: "They could belong to you, darling, if you wanted them to: You could treat them as your own ... your very own, you know. You only have to ask me ... and make our little arrangement with my husband a success."
Despite the intimacy of their relationship, Jacqueline felt herself beginning to blush at Mona's words. She brought her hands up, away from her breasts and reached them out toward the woman.
"Wait!" Mona held her away, though Jacqueline could see that she, too, longed to move into a warm, passionate embrace. "Don't forget my husband is waiting for us. We'll have to go down now, darling. But soon we'll be able to hold each other and do everything we want ... come on."
She took Jacqueline's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and led the girl through the door. Their hands brushed constantly against their bare thighs as they walked downstairs-making a silent promise that in just a few more minutes they would roam freely all over the more intimate parts of their bodies ...
As they re-entered the bedrooms, hand in hand, Mona kicked the door softly shut with the flat of her foot. Demurely, eyes downcast, they presented themselves for Caine's approval: standing at the foot of the bed, looking like girls out of a thrilling, but impossible dream.
Caine sat up slowly, his eyes wandering with an expression of mounting pleasure over their scantily-clad bodies. They were playing their parts to perfection, he thought. Jacqueline, the shorter of the two, light gold with honey-colored silken hair-Mona, darker with gleaming ebony hair and taller ... what an array of unbelievable beauty!
He stared at them for some time, feasting his eyes on the voluptuous spectacle of his wife and the young, innocent girl standing before him, meekly awaiting his commands.
Finally, visual stimulation became insufficient; he desired the greater delight of actually touching these gorgeous, submissive creatures.
Accordingly, he clapped his hands loudly and beckoned them to approach the bed. Slowly they drew near to him, moving with cat-like grace, keeping their eyes on the carpet.
Caine waited until the girls were standing right next to him, then swung his feet off the bed-planting them on the floor between Mona and Jacqueline, pushing between them and separating their bodies. He raised his hands, letting them glide softly on the girls' outer thighs.
His fingers moved slowly upwards to caress their long, naked legs; his face only a few inches from their bellies.
While they stood there in silent resignation, Caine ran his hands possessively up and down their firm fleshed thighs. He stroked them intimately, insistently, reveling in the fact that they were so docile, so eager to please him.
Jacqueline held Mona's hand tightly. More and more, the girl was falling under the spell of her "role": she allowed herself to half-believe that she really was enslaved to Caine and that Mona was her sister in bondage. A curious fairytale atmosphere seemed to have been kindled in the bedroom. As the man pressed their thighs, making them tremble with a mounting excitement, Jacqueline recalled the stories of the Arabian Nights. To her fevered imagination they were now remembered as being full of incidents where girls had been held captive-completely at the mercy of a ruthless, highly-sexed Sultan, who did exactly what he pleased with them ...
When she had first read them as a young girl, Jacqueline had felt a strange, rather discomforting sensation in the pit of her stomach. It had spread to her loins, firing them with an unfamiliar and disturbing heat.
Without being consciously aware of the fact, she had closely identified with those tortured young maidens, whose destiny it was to be nothing more than objects of pleasure to the insatiable rulers of harems, palaces and mosques.
Whenever she imagined herself dressed in their scanty, revealing garments, Jacqueline felt a thrill of sheer ecstasy shoot through her body. To be forced into doing all sorts of terrible things ... and in the presence of other similarly dressed girls ...
She had never been able to bring herself to go further and act out in her imagination what exactly would happen in such a situation. And when Came had suggested to her that the three of them should play the very game that she had secretly yearned for since her childhood, Jacqueline had known an intensely powerful excitement: it was almost as if he had psychoanalyzed her and understood the deep, subconscious sex-fantasies which she scarcely admitted even to herself.
Jacqueline gave a little shiver of foreboding. It was both thrilling and frightening that someone knew so much about her. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Caine's hand stroked her flesh, now moving around to the back of her leg; now caressing around the circumference and fondling down the inside of her thigh.
The silk scarf which hung over her loins, not quite wide enough to conceal the deep crease on either side of her crotch, felt sexy against her pubic mound. It brushed with an acute tickling sensation on her naked cunt as Caine made her thighs sway gently ...
At last, he tired of this pleasing but innocuous fondling. Running his hands higher up, Caine gave a brief caress to the buttocks of both girls-cupping them firmly and squeezing the relaxed globes between his fingers.
Then he released them, lifted himself back onto the bed and once again stretched at full length in front of them.
"Show me how you please each other when there are no males around," he commanded. "Let me see what games you females get up to when you are alone together!" He propped a pillow behind his head so that he could watch them more comfortably. "Do anything you wish-only make sure that I am well pleased!"
Jacqueline bowed her head. "As you wish, Master," she murmured. "We shall do all we can to carry out your every desire!"
She knew that the color had risen to her cheeks, staining them to a blushing crimson. But though her heat pounded furiously against her ribs, Jacqueline felt herself gradually escaping into her character of slave-girl with ease. And it was as a captive, obediently resigned, servant that she now turned to Mona, her arms extended to the woman in a welcoming embrace.
But, Mona haughtily swung around, presenting Jacqueline with her back; crossing her hands proudly over her breasts.
The girl realized had taken on the role of a rebel, that she was inviting Jacqueline to force her into submission. "We dare not disobey!"
She put her hands tentatively on the woman's hips, at the same time moving close to Mona and letting her "loin cloth" press against her partner's bare buttocks. Jacqueline could feel the delicious heat coming from Mona's ripely-fleshed curves-and pressed her fingers more firmly into the woman's hips.
"No!" Mona cried. "I won't do such things! If you want me to ... then you'll have to make me!" Her eyes glinted with a provocative challenge. "If you can, that is! Go on-I dare you! Show our master which one of us is stronger! I dare you!"
Caine leaned forward intently, hardly daring to let his eyes blink for fear that he would miss a single second of the girls' "performance."
Jacqueline ran her hands slowly up Mona's back until they gripped the woman's shoulders. "You must do what he commands!" she hissed in total acceptance of the game now. "We could be flogged or put to death for such disobedience! Please, Mona-I don't want to suffer even if you don't mind!"
But Mona thrust her away with a violent backward heave of her body. Jacqueline staggered, the silk scarf flaring up momentarily and giving Caine a teasing flash of the girl's open vagina and soft golden pubic hair.
Then-crouching her body in a wrestling stance-Jacqueline threw herself at Mona, clutching the woman around her waist and toppling them both to the floor.
They fell in a disorderly tangle of writhing legs and arms; rolling over on the soft carpet their buttocks hidden, then revealed-as first Jacqueline and then Mona gained the upper position.
Caine moved quickly to the edge of the bed, eyes darting, following the girls' every movement. They were breathing heavily, Mona's gorgeous black hair tumbling over their full ripe breasts as she fought for dominance. He could see Jacqueline's hands clawing for a hold on the smooth surface of his wife's back-finally slipping to Mona's buttocks and grasping the cheeks tightly; pinching large folds of flesh and causing the valley to widen and expose the naked secrets of her anus, but only momentarily. Mona dragged the girl off her body and plumped herself ruthlessly on Jacqueline's stomach ... her legs open, her feet planted astride on the girl's wrists, trapping Jacqueline inescapably.
Vainly, the girl kicked her legs up, trying to dislodge Mona's position. She merely succeeded in giving Caine a breathtaking view of her parted thighs-the narrow silk scarf riding up over her crotch and baring the thin red line of her tight little pussy.
Mona wriggled her buttocks tormentingly on Jacqueline's bare belly, making the girl gasp for breath, her thighs squirming helplessly ...
"Now then," Mona whispered throatily. "That's what you get for trying to get the better of me!" She put both her hands roughly on Jacqueline's supple breasts. "Is this what you wanted me to do? Play with your breasts?" She squeezed them cruelly, her fingers kneading the girl's unprotected nipples furiously. "How do you like that then?" she asked huskily.
Jacqueline rolled her head from side to side, unable to do anything to stop Mona's punishing treatment of her breasts.
"Please!" she finally managed to implore the woman. "You're hurting me, Mona-don't hold them so tightly!"
"Oh?" Mona surveyed her sardonically. "So that's not what you wanted after all! Well, perhaps this will give you more pleasure ... "
As she brought her fingers and thumbs together around the rigid stalks of Jacqueline's nipples, she slowly pulled her breasts upwards. When they were lifted as far as she could possibly stretch them, Mona swung her hands from side to side, making the girl's ivory mounds jiggle like twin mountains of plastic clay.
"Ouch! Oh Mona, you're squeezing them too hard! Please let them go!"
"Really?" Mona looked down into Jacqueline's pain-contorted face and smiled. "Alright, then I'll try something else ... "
Moving so quickly that the smaller more fragile girl had no chance to seize the opportunity to free herself, Mona turned swiftly around on Jacqueline's body; positioning her knees on her captive's wrists and bending forward so that her face was right in line with the juncture between Jacqueline's thighs.
Her own cunt waved inches above the younger girl's eyes, as Mona studied Jacqueline's loins. She rested her hands on the inside of the girl's thighs, holding them firmly apart.
Jacqueline forced herself to relax, to allow Mona to take the initiative once more. She stopped her legs from trying to press together and let the woman do as she wished with her body.
Mona sensed the girl's capitulation and eased the pressure of her knees on Jacqueline's trapped wrists. Her fingers slowly plucked the red scarf from its resting place between Jacqueline's loins; gradually revealing to both her eyes and Caine's, the red-lipped opening of the girl's tiny vulnerable cunt.
When the silk covering was completely lifted away from Jacqueline's vagina, Mona laid the scarf daintily across her right thigh, but, instead of petting and fondling the moist vulnerable slit, she began to spank it lightly with the flat of her hand!
Her fingers patted steadily on the girl's open cunt, raining a rapid succession of slaps-some of which landed on Jacqueline's mound, some on the puffy lips themselves and some on the base of her sex, on that tender portion of skin between her vagina and rectum.
At first the blows were no more than rather gentle pats, stimulating and exciting to the girl who was receiving them, but gradually, Mona increased the ardour of her spanking, until her hand was descending on Jacqueline's tortured cunt with considerable power!
She tried to lift her knees to protect her sex from the stinging treatment, but Mona responded quickly by grasping with her other hand the half-raised leg and thrusting it firmly back against the floor.
Mona had crooked her fingers slightly, allowing them to sink fractionally into Jacqueline's slitted opening each time they landed. She would slap her hand down into the red wound ... hold it there for a moment or two while her fingers tickled inside ... then raise it again for the next blow.
Jacqueline began to make shrill cries of protest. With every descent of Mona's hand, she uttered a louder and more pained yelp-and the girl's agonized moans increased Caine's excitement immensely!
He was lying on his side, his penis rubbing into the turned-back sheets. The girls were positioned directly below him and he had a grandstand view of their thrilling, erotic display of lesbian entertainment ...
The stinging of Mona's hand at last forced Jacqueline to make a superhuman effort to free herself. She clenched her teeth and gathering all her strength and butted her face sharply into the woman's buttocks.
This retaliation was so sudden and unexpected there Mona was sent careening forward. Her hands lunged out to save herself and her knees lifted from Jacqueline's wrists.
Instantly, the girl transferred the palms of her hands to Caine's wife's buttocks and gave a lusty heave, helping her on her sprawling way!
Mona fell helplessly, ending up full-length on the floor, her ripe, full breasts and stomach hitting the carpet with such an impact that it knocked all the breath out of her ...
Jacqueline threw herself on top of the stunned woman and quickly pinioned Mona's hands behind her back. She held the wrists in one hand, lifting them high-nearly making them reach to Mona's shoulders, Mona screamed with pain.
Setting her mouth in a grim, determined pout, Jacqueline knelt by the woman's body-on Caine's far side so that he was still able to see all that went on-and started to spank Mona's quivering buttocks.
Her hand fell resoundingly on the snowy white hemispheres, each meeting of hand and flesh sending a sharp "thwack" through the room.
Having received no mercy, Jacqueline showed none and she sent her open-fingered hand again and again onto Mona's bottom; making sure that each slap landed on a new portion of the woman's buttocks. Before very long, Mona's wobbling globes were stained an angry pink. They glowed, each lovely round cheek covered with the red aftermath of Jacqueline's spanking.
"Ooooh! That's enough, Jackie!" Mona cried. "I'm so sore, darling! I feel as if I'm on fire! Ouch! Jacqueline! Please, darling ... please!!!"
But the girl refused to let up. Her arm ached with the rhythm of her slaps, but she spanked on and on, determined to make every inch of Mona's bottom feel the wrath of her hand.
When there wasn't a single place on the woman's bottom that hadn't been severely whacked, Jacqueline made her hand fall on the backs of Mona's thighs. The firm flesh was as smooth and supple there as it had felt on Mona's buttocks-wonderfully creamy, superbly textured ...
At least, though, Jacqueline had to let her hand drop limply to her side. It tingled and felt as sore as Mona's rear looked. She simply couldn't give the woman another slap! Besides, during the past few minutes, Jacqueline had felt a growing desire to caress Mona's body and kiss away the hurt the paddling had caused.
She loosened her hold on Mona's wrists and let them go, bent her face quickly to the woman's bottom and let her lips brush against the angry red cheeks.
Sweetly, Jacqueline kissed all over Mona's punished buttocks, soothing away the sharp stinging and caressing the sore, tender globes with her fingertips.
Mona remained quite still. She submitted to the girl's kissing without moving at all; her hands stayed twisted behind her, the backs of her fingers resting on her spine.
Only when Jacqueline softly parted the cheeks of her buttocks and licked her tongue tenderly into the cleft did Mona stir.
She raised her hips slowly, helping the girl reach her tongue more easily into the crease and push the wet tip against her rectum. Jacqueline held the globes apart, one hand resting on each fulsome orb, while her lips pressed tightly into the wide-stretched furrow and her tongue worked deliriously into Mona's back passage.
For several sensual minutes the excited girl ran her tongue hungrily over Mona's rectal orifice, curling the tip and pushing it lewdly into the hard, tight opening.
When she finally withdrew her mouth, Mona turned over, her breasts shaking voluptuously-the colored beads swinging sensuously against her nipples. The silk scarf had fallen back into place across her throbbing vagina, modestly shielding the thin pink-lipped opening from view.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was very naughty and I deserved to be spanked! Of course we must do as we're told: It was very wrong of me to disobey! Come, let's do as our Master bids us ... "
And she pulled Jacqueline gently down beside her, one hand stealing around the girl's waist, the other going up to clasp her shoulder. The girls cuddled warmly together, lying side by side on the carpet just below Caine's eyes, shamelessly kissing and caressing each other-knowing that he could see every move they made.
Jacqueline's right hand slid down until her fingers rested over Mona's silk-covered crotch. She massaged the place lovingly, moving her hand in a graceful up-and-down rhythm so that the scarf was pressed tightly and revealingly against the woman's pulsing mound.
The thin silk rubbed excitingly on Mona's waiting cunt and as Jacqueline experimentally pushed her finger into the yielding hole, the underside was gradually forced inwards; penetrating Mona's hot, moist vaginal opening.
"Mmmmmm." Jacqueline sighed ecstatically as she slowly pushed her finger-the material of the scarf acting as an improvised sheath-into her female lover's wet, open vagina.
Firmly, the digit was thrust fully into Mona's warm, moist cave. Jacqueline working it around and around-taking care to push the silk in before her finger and make it touch every inch of the woman's throbbing cunt.
Soon, Caine could see that his wife's pussy was almost filled with the scarf. Jacqueline had cleverly stuck it so far into the slit that, when she pulled her finger out again, only the fringe was left to tangle out from the throbbing lips of her lust-swollen vagina.
Mona herself, meanwhile, had not been idle. While her hands had been caressing Jacqueline's bottom (unfortunately out of Caine's line of vision) she had drawn Jacqueline's scarf tightly between the girl's thighs. It could now be seen-as Mona's body moved slightly away from Jacqueline's and again lay in repose on the carpet-now that her fingers were holding the very end of the scarf tautly under the young girl's buttocks.
The pressure caused the silken material to be pulled as constrictingly as possible between her wide-split legs; causing it to twist into a very narrow strip-cutting firmly into Jacqueline's cunt, leaving the lips themselves to protrude nakedly on either side of the thin line of silk. The obscene parting of her soft golden pubic hair added teasingly to the lewd, depraved sight.
While Caine's eyes were glued on this erotic spectacle, Mona gave him a brief look-then began slowly to pull the taut length of silk scarf backwards and forwards between Jacqueline's thighs and across her tiny, erected clitoris.
The effect was startling!
Caine felt his prick rising to a frenzied erectness. It moved of its own volition against the sheets and for a moment he feared that he would shoot his sperm onto them prematurely, so urgent was the aching sensation at his loins.
Jacqueline's vagina was drawn widely open by Mona's manipulations: the scarf had become no more than a strip of silk about a quarter of an inch in diameter and it sank deeply into the long gash of the girl's pussy, forcing the lips to stretch wider and wider apart.
As he stared, the girls rose trance-like to their feet. Mona retained her grip on the scarf and standing by Jacqueline's side, facing towards the bed, she continued her steady back and forth movement of the thin silk material between her legs.
Jacqueline's crotch was level with his eyes now and Caine could see even more clearly the unnatural pout of the girl's vaginal lips. They seemed thicker than he remembered them ... and he suddenly realized that this was due to the fact that the tight pressure of the scarf was forcing them to protrude; curving them out of position and opening them wide.
For Jacqueline herself the sensation was unbearably sensual. She could feel Mona's hand under the wide-split crevice of her buttocks, could feel the constant teasing of the silk band into her now lust-inflamed cunt ...
Her knees wobbled unsteadily and for a moment she was sure that she was going to faint. And then she clenched her eyes tightly shut and screamed, her cunt spurting its love juices down her thighs; staining the silk and flowing abundantly down onto Mona's quickly placed fingers.
The woman's hand lifted into the well between her legs and Jacqueline felt the sensitive, fondling fingers slip into her cunt. They took their place beside the fast raking silk and spurred her relentlessly onto the completion of her climax.
She managed to open her eyes for the slightest of seconds during the prolonged orgasm, staring down at her thighs as they quivered and shook with a life of their own.
Then, her legs were unable to support her a moment longer and she fell half-swooning into Mona's arms. She dimly realized that she was being lowered gently onto the bed ... then gave herself up to the blissful warm blanket of unconsciousness that was slowly enveloping her ...