In order to keep exclamations to a minimum, she closed her eyes and pursed her lips. It was as though she were locking it all inside.
The warmth of Jamie’s tongue aroused her flesh and left tingles in its wake. Her muscles tensed slightly as he licked over one firm orb and then the other. It was sweet indeed to be in control of a man. She liked it. She liked it very much indeed.
Especially delightful were the reactions radiating from just beneath her buttocks at those points where they joined her thighs. Her own hand went to her breasts. Slowly, she pulled each breast from its cup so it sat constrained and perched upright on the supports of her bra.
She smiled as she surveyed the windows of apartment blocks, offices and hotels in the city around her. Could they see her? Were they able to enjoy the sight of her bare bosoms and the look of ecstasy on her face?
She sucked in her breath through puckered lips as she fingered her nipples and traced the outline of her breasts. What a shame if no one could see all this beauty, all this sexual arousal.
But what other people might see or might want was of no real consequence. Her desire was rising and rising fast. Crystal wanted more of this sex, more of this perversion. Much more.
Another delightful thought came to her mind. It made her smile to herself. It also stimulated the excitement she was feeling. Passion grew from a quivering flame into a raging fire.
‘Lick between the cheeks of my bottom,’ she said, and then could not believe she had said it. Would Jamie really do it? Had Mariana trained him so well that he would obey without question?
Her mouth fell open and she threw back her head as Jamie’s fingers eased between her buttocks and prised them apart. This was really going to happen! One half of her could not believe it. The other half was dizzy with desire and with power.
Jamie’s tongue ran down the cleft between her cheeks and over the puckered opening of her behind. It was hard not to react to his licking, but again, she knew she must not do that. She knew she must appear apart from him; as though she were enjoying it on a different level to him.
Enough, she said to herself, only she did not tell herself this in a quiet way. The words screamed in her head. Even though Jamie had not touched her sex, the very fact that he was obeying her made that secret part of her tingle with a need for an orgasm.
She was wet and her body was ready to join with his but would he?
No, she decided. He would not.
‘Enough!’ she shouted, and turned round.
Jamie fell back upon his hands, his knees bent beneath him.
Crystal looked at him and eyed his penis. She did her best not to stare, not to linger. It was huge. Inwardly she groaned. What a beauty to have in her. She imagined how it would feel to have her muscles close tightly around Jamie’s penis as its moist tip nudged against the neck of her womb.
It was a disappointment to her that this would be unacceptable to this man. Yet she had to have him do something.
She gathered up every ounce of self-control she could muster.
‘Well, don’t lie there doing nothing! Lick me. Bring me off!’
Jamie’s penis lunged forward and appeared to grow before her eyes.
Amazing, Crystal thought to herself. Act nasty, sound like a right cow, and Jamie’s penis looks fit to burst. What an odd one this is.
Thinking contradictory thoughts helped keep her pleasure from her face. She adopted the hardest expression she could. Looking down her nose through half closed eyes, she saw Jamie’s head moving towards her.
Gently, as though she were made of porcelain or fragile glass, he placed his palms on her hips and folded his fingers around her thighs.
Crystal tilted her hips towards his mouth. A strangled murmur of joy lay trapped in her throat as Jamie’s tongue licked over her pubic hair so that it lay flat upon her flesh.
She was undulating against his face, her body fit to burst with all the most beautiful, most sexual sensations in the world.
Soon, the very tip of his tongue was probing the opening that ran between her legs. Like the flame of a flickering candle, it flitted on and around her clitoris and tasted the salty wetness of her labia.
The first tremulous threads of orgasm began to seep through Crystal’s flesh and, as they did so, she thought of hose who had denied her their bodies.
Damn you, Thomas! Damn you Michael! Her damnation of her erstwhile lovers was not vocalised. Her own power over herself and over Jamie was strong enough to keep it inside her.
But her passion was aroused. She could not help showing some sign that she was enjoying what Jamie was doing.
Slowly, she began to rock her hips backwards and forwards.
‘That’s it!’ she exclaimed. ‘That’s it! Keep licking me, damn you! Keep licking me! Give me pleasure. Give me all you’ve got!’
She heard him whimper and knew what he wanted.
As her climax began to rise, she slid her foot forwards and rested her toe against his stem so it stood upright.
Toe tapping against his penis matched the tempo of her hips as she elicited the ultimate of delights from her own flesh.
‘Don’t stop!’ she cried out. ‘Keep going till I tell you to stop.’
He did as he was told. Even after the last hushed breath of her orgasm had subsided to almost nothing, his tongue did not leave her. Muffled moans came more rapidly as his whole body trembled and his cock spasmed against her foot. She felt it jerk, felt it stiffen, then gasped in outrage as a warm stream of semen cascaded over her shoe and her instep.
Her outrage did not last for long. Thomas, Michael - and the way they had rebuffed her - came racing back to her mind. It was Jamie she ordered to lick every drop of his own semen from her shoe and her foot. But in her mind the face of her husband and that of her lover were interchanged with frequent rapidity.
Unbeknown to him, Jamie was the symbol of all men and him licking his own secretions off her shoe was a symbol of her revenge.
Chapter 12
Josie’s Story
Mariana, Crystal and Josie were getting out of Josie’s car at the country club when the tall blonde went by, her breasts bouncing and her pert behind rolling like a snowball through snow.
Josie glanced at the blonde as she locked the door of the car, but she did not comment.
Mariana, on the other hand, could not help but make a comment. ‘Now whose baby are you?’ her eyes narrowed as they followed the lean tanned form as she strutted past.
‘Bust, bum and no brain,’ muttered Crystal as she caught her hair at the nape of her neck and wound a band around it. Eyes narrowed, she held in her stomach and thrust out her breasts as her gaze went with the young woman.
‘You don’t know that for sure.’ Josie’s voice was not accusing. Neither was her gaze. But Crystal dropped her arms and patted her hips and thighs in a casual way as if to say, ‘Jealous? Me jealous?’
‘She looks that type,’ she snapped. ‘She’s not really that attractive. I’ve met her sort before. They know how to sell themselves, that’s all.’
‘Looks like she got a good price judging from the gold she’s wearing all over her body.’ Mariana grinned as she said it.
Josie threw her an accusing look, but a smile flickered around her mouth. ‘And you can see what a bargain he’s getting,’ she added, a comment which seemed strangely out of character for her.
The others grinned as all three of them watched the blonde stoop and kiss a short, fat guy with grey hair and quick eyes. As she bent over, the cheeks of her behind peeped from beneath her bright pink dress.
Smiling as though he’d just hit the jackpot, the man opened the back door of his Rolls Royce. The blonde’s silk dress seemed to whisper as she slid over the buff-coloured leather of the back seat.
‘Hope his purchase doesn’t kil
l him,’ muttered Mariana to the others. They watched the little man go red in the face as he sought to bend himself into a sitting position. Once he’d overcome his gross impediment, he slid in beside his leggy girlfriend, his bulky shoulders close against her lean ones.
He said something to her and the blonde seemed to glitter as brightly as the gold she was wearing. Red fingernails ran through his hair and down his cheeks. She kissed him as though she were wildly in love with him.
‘Come on, girls. Let’s leave them to get physical with each other while we get physical with the gym and the swimming pool.’ Resolutely, as though she would entertain no hint of protest, Josie picked up her sports bag.
‘Just a minute,’ said Crystal. She bent down to unzip her bag. ‘I’m not sure I’ve got my towel’.
As Crystal rummaged in her bag, and Josie looked on despairingly, and Mariana impatiently, a chauffeur came running, his face flushed. The short fat man threw him an order, but no rebuke. He turned his full attention back to the willowy blonde beside him.
‘No guesses as to why she loves him so much,’ sneered Mariana.
‘Money, money, money?’ cried Crystal as she closed her bag and straightened up.
‘You don’t know that for sure,’ said Josie again as she clicked the remote security device on the car. ‘Anyway, he might be her father.’
‘He’s old enough!’ exclaimed Crystal.
‘Josie, you are as green as grass, my darling.’ Mariana wrapped her arm around Josie as she said it and gave her a hug. ‘My, but you are such a sweetie.’ She added a quick peck on the cheek. Josie did not protest but, because she was embarrassed, she set her eyes on the double doors ahead, above which a sign stated COUNTRY CLUB AND LEISURE CENTRE - MEMBERS ONLY.
They pushed open the doors, exchanged greetings with the staff behind the desk, then made their way up the sisal-carpeted steps to the female changing rooms.
The warmth and smell of chlorine, busy bodies and the nearby sauna clung close around them.
‘Phew! Warm in here!’ Off came Mariana’s clothes. She was always the first to strip.
Exhibitionist, thought Josie.
Lesbian, thought Crystal, but didn’t let it worry her. She reckoned on it being some way near the truth, especially after what had happened with Jamie in that hotel room. In some odd way, knowing what Jamie and Mariana did together had made her feel less threatened by whatever the woman was. Josie - sweet innocent as she was - was still in the dark. Perhaps she would leave her there. Or perhaps she would enlighten her.
‘I still think he could have been her father,’ Josie repeated as her pale cream flesh became exposed, her nipples very pink and very large and constituting half of the total area.
‘He might very well have been her daddy - her sugar daddy!’ Crystal threw back her head as she laughed, then held it there so she could experience the sweet delight of feeling the ends of her hair tickling the small of her back.
‘You’re incorrigible, Crystal.’
‘And you, Josie my love, are naive!’
Crystal’s voluptuous body moved with an easy confidence as she slipped into her workout clothes - blue lycra cycling shorts, silver-blue leotard with the narrowest of thongs running between the cheeks of her behind.
‘Not really,’ returned Josie as she slid into her unitard, which was a mixture of pale, medium and dark green.
Briefly she surveyed Crystal from beneath her thick brown lashes. Crystal, she realised, had not heard her.
‘Now, now, girls. No squabbling, darlings.’ Mariana, shoulders angular, ribs countable, and pelvis as narrow as that of a young man, stood with her hands on her hips. Her eyes took in more than they appeared to. She desired each of them, but would never, not without encouragement, ever put her desire into words let alone actions.
‘You have a problem,’ she said, her accent after all these years of living in England still tinged with a hint of Austria. ‘You are only jealous. Would either of you refuse the advances of an older man if he made it worth your while? Besides, an older man can initiate a young girl into the pleasures of sex far better than a younger one. Compare the sophistication of a mature lover with the fumblings of greener fruit. The pleasure would most definitely be greater.’
‘Was that how you felt with your Turk?’ Josie asked, her face veiled from Mariana’s view as she pulled on one trainer then the other.
Mariana sighed. ‘By itself, I would have to say yes. But other things happened around that time, things I am loath to talk about.’
Josie exchanged glances with Crystal. They had never heard Mariana sound as regretful as this before. But now was not the time to pry.
‘Then don’t talk about it, Mariana,’ said Josie. ‘Let’s talk about something else. Let me tell you about an older man I became involved with.’
Mariana stopped fumbling with her shoelaces. ‘You were involved with an older man?’
‘Yes,’ Josie nodded. ‘I was.’
‘Are you telling the truth?’ added Crystal. She was stood with one brown leg up on a wooden bench. She had been doing stretching exercises. Now she was immobile and all attention as Josie with the green eyes and red hair began her tale.
‘I remember a tutor at university. He had kind eyes.’ She cuddled her towel to herself. A dreamy look came over her face.
‘What else did he have, Josie darling.’ There was a hint of disbelief, even mockery to Crystal’s voice.
Josie did not meet her eyes. She went on with her tale. ‘I wasn’t a virgin when I went to university, but I suppose I was still pretty green. After all, my first lover had been my childhood sweetheart. We’d made love one summer afternoon in the shade of the tree house. It was idyllic, but I didn’t know for sure - at least at the time - how it compared to other men. I found out at university.’
Mariana sat slowly down on the bench and, clasping her hands in front of her, leaned forward. ‘This tutor taught you a few more things?’
Josie nodded. She blushed and lowered her eyes. For a moment it seemed as if she was unable to continue. The moment was short-lived. She took a deep breath and collected herself before she restarted.
‘He lectured in Greek history. I’d always loved the subject so was conceited enough to think I would have no trouble finishing the course and passing my exams. I found out to the contrary.
‘It was one thing to read Greek classics and history as they related to the legends and the Trojan wars and such like. It was different to be asked to dissect and diagnose occurrences and modern counterparts on paper.
‘Besides that, I was being invited to a lot of parties and was enjoying going to them.’
‘Were you getting laid?’ Crystal asked. There was sarcasm in her voice but a hint of envy in her eyes. Was it possible that Josie was not quite so dull as Michael had led her to believe?
‘Of course I did - once or twice. But they were one night stands and not terribly satisfactory. As you just said, Mariana, the fumblings of green fruit.’
Mariana smiled and rested her chin in her hands. ‘And the tutor was definitely not green fruit.’
Josie smiled and a faraway look came to her eyes. ‘Definitely not. His skin was as scored as an autumn apple. I used to think I would like to peel it away and find the smoother skin underneath it - the skin of his youth. I suppose thinking like that is all part of wanting to know someone better; knowing what’s underneath and knowing about their past.
‘His eyes were very blue and seemed to miss nothing. Like the students he taught, he wore his hair long and had a beard to match. It was bright blond - almost gold - but it had grey streaks running through it. Not that it mattered. It flowed around him like a golden halo, and it was soft; very soft, very silky.
‘Some of the other students - especially the fellas - made comments about him trying to hold onto his
youth, and why didn’t he act and look his age. But of course they had their reasons for saying that. Whenever Cado was in the room he was the only man there as far as we girls were concerned.
‘There was a husky harmony in his voice and an alluring brightness in his eyes. We were drawn to him and sat enthralled as he deliberated about the reasons why modem civilisation venerated the one that had flowered in Greece.
‘He pointed out to us how many people and civilisations had done their utmost to prove descendence from those people and that time. Everyone wanted to have classic antecedents. Perfection, he stated, was seen in its teachings, its scions, even in its buildings. Mathematically and aesthetically, the concept of perfection had flowered just once and no more. It had merely transcended the ages and shaped one nation after another, each one based on classic Greece.’
‘But what about him?’ Crystal asked impatiently. ‘Never mind what he or you lot believed in, what did you get up to with him?’
Josie licked away the dryness of her lips. ‘I will tell you. Cado, you see, wanted perfection in humans as well as discerning it in an ancient civilisation. We didn’t always give him that perfection.
‘I found myself wondering about him rather than listening to what he was saying, and that was how I found myself in his study, being ticked off for not completing an assignment he had set us.
‘I remember gazing into his eyes when he came to his study door. For a moment I couldn’t say a thing.
‘Then he grinned at me and his eyes sparkled. “Will your tongue work better inside this room than outside of it?” There was a hint of wickedness in his eyes and his voice as he asked me this. He opened the door wider and, with a flock of butterflies playing havoc in my stomach, I entered.
‘I became very aware of his presence behind me as I walked forward over the threadbare carpet. With a need to calm my fluttering stomach, I pretended to be genuinely impressed by the decor of his study. I gazed at the piles of papers, books and coffee cups. There was an ancient leather chesterfield in one corner. Most of the walls seemed to consist of nothing but book shelves.
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