The Chaste Legacy

by Susanna Hughes

  'Oh God,' she screamed, the sensations already erupting from the depths of her, suddenly joined by the feelings from her clit. Her orgasm exploded, like the white light of a flashbulb, quick and intense. But instead of her body relaxing she found no release at all, the first orgasm only a prelude to the second.

  She felt different now, more confident. She wriggled down on the rigid flesh stuffed inside her.

  'It's wonderful, wonderful,' she rambled.

  He grunted, in no mood for her girlish enthusiasm, wanting only his own satisfaction.

  'Turn over,' he said.

  He would have liked to bugger her, to take his bone-hard cock and push it into her smaller orifice, which he was sure had never been used either. But his excitement was too intense. He could hold out long enough for one more manoeuvre and that was all. He pulled out of her, his cock soaked with her copious fluid, and twisted her round onto her stomach.

  'On your knees,' he said.

  She obeyed, getting onto all fours on the polished oak. He crawled up onto the table behind her, grabbed her hips and the black suspender belt and plunged into the slickness of her sex again.

  'Oh yes!' she cried, feeling a whole set of new sensations as his cock explored the new angles this position offered. 'Are you going to come? Are you?'

  She came again, the words provoking her as much as the physical sensation, the image of his cock ejaculating in the depths of her body making her second orgasm more shattering than the first. Desperately she fought to get herself back under control. This was the first time she had ever been fucked, and she was determined not to miss his ejaculation. Despite her inexperience she knew Constantine was close to that moment. She seemed to be able to feel his semen, pumping up into his cock. She could feel it jerking against the silky wet confines of her sex. He was thrusting in and out, withdrawing almost all the way before plunging back in again.

  It felt so good, so real, so adult. She was a woman now. A proper woman. Her body was reacting of its own accord. She could feel her vagina contracting, each thrust of his cock opening it for him, allowing him deeper.

  She was coming again but she fought it, trying to hold it off until she felt him come.

  'This is what you wanted, isn't it?' he said between gritted teeth.

  'Yes. Oh yes.'

  She twisted her head around to look at him. Constantine's big body was rigid, his muscles hard, sweat running down his face, the effort turning his chalky complexion a bright pink. His eyes were locked on her buttocks, watching as his cock drove between them.

  Suddenly he stopped thrusting. He pulled her onto him with all his strength, and at that moment Corinda felt his cock spasm violently. Deep inside her she felt a hot wetness lashing against the tight tube of her sex as his phallus convulsed. She could not fight off her own climax any longer. What barriers she had managed to erect against her third orgasm simply crumbled away. She found herself shuddering and trembling and sobbing as it took hold of her body, like the hand of a giant, and wrung her out until every nerve was exhausted, every emotion spent.

  'Oh, Constantine,' she gasped as soon as she recovered. 'Thank you, thank you. You've been so good to me. Will you do it again? Can we do it again?'

  He pulled out of her. A large dollop of spunk dripped onto the table. 'Of course. But now you must rest.'

  'When? When can we do it again? Tomorrow?'

  'Yes, tomorrow.'

  'Promise? Do you promise me?'

  'Of course, my dear. I promise.'

  Corinda was convinced that Constantine was the most wonderful man in the world.

  Chapter Five

  Constantine was a man of his word.

  The metal shutter rolled up for the first time in the morning. An older woman in a black dress, with a white collar and cuffs, had delivered breakfast. The same woman returned with a light lunch, but clearly spoke no English as she answered Corinda's questions, as to whether she might go for a walk, with a shrug of her shoulders. The metal shutter rolled down for a second time as soon as the woman had gone, leaving Corinda alone once more, and though she did not see it that way, a prisoner.

  When she got back to the room the previous night she found a walnut wardrobe had been added to the furniture. She was too tired to examine it then, but in the morning spent a lot of time sorting through the clothes it contained. They were all, without exception, expensive and beautiful creations in silk, satin, and chiffon. There was a drawer of lingerie too, and a rack of shoes in a variety of colours. She used the mirror in the bathroom, trying to decide what she would wear for Constantine that night.

  Later she tried to read. The bookcase contained mainly classics she'd read before, but there were a few she had not; she picked a Dickens. But she found it hard to concentrate. Her mind kept replaying images of last night, her body prone to little tremors of delight as she remembered what had happened. Her sex was permanently wet, her clitoris constantly restless, her nipples hard.

  She must have dozed off because the next thing she knew the electric motors of the metal shutter rolling up made her wake with a start.

  'Constantine,' she said as the Greek strolled in. She jumped off the bed and kissed him on both cheeks. 'Oh, it's so good to see you.'

  'And you, my dear. I'm sorry I have been so inattentive, but I fear I have been rather busy. So many things to do.' He was dressed in a white shirt and dark slacks again.

  'As long as you're here now.'

  'I have arranged a little treat for you.'

  'A treat?'

  'Here.' He had a white satin robe on his arm. He handed it to her. 'Put this on. We're going upstairs.'

  Corinda wrapped the robe around her naked body. The material felt cold, but as the room was warm, like everywhere she had been in the house, it was a pleasant sensation. Normally the chill would have puckered her nipples, but they were already hard. 'You do remember what you promised me, don't you?' she said.

  'How could I forget such a thing? Come.' He led the way out of the bedroom and along the corridor, the metal shutter closing automatically after them. In the atrium they mounted the wooden staircase and walked along the gallery to a broad hallway which ended in panelled double doors. He opened one and stood aside to let her enter first. 'Please...' he said as he gestured her through.

  The room beyond was vast. There were two huge windows purporting to look out onto the lush tropical vegetation of the island, though in fact both were illusions much like those Corinda had seen earlier. Beneath them was a large dark blue sofa. The floor was tiled with marble and dotted with thick cream rugs, whilst the walls were lined with blue silk. At the back of the room was a double bed facing a small two-seated sofa, upholstered in a pale blue that matched the walls. The bed was lit by overhead spotlights. On a small table at the side of the sofa was a silver tray, a bottle of red wine and two glasses.

  'Come over here,' he said. 'Would you like a glass of wine?'

  'I think I would.'

  He sat on the small sofa by the bed and patted the seat next to him.

  'Constantine,' she said, kneeling beside him on the sofa, 'I've been thinking. You didn't kiss me last night. Can I kiss you now?'

  He recoiled. 'I fear not. An unfortunate problem of mine, my dear. I should have explained. The skin on my face is especially sensitive. I can never indulge in the pleasure of kissing such beautiful creatures as yourself.'

  'Oh, that's sad. I love kissing.'

  He poured the wine and handed her a glass.

  'Wouldn't we be more comfortable on the bed?' she said, aroused by his presence, memories of what they had done last night making her heart beat faster.

  'Don't be impatient. I told you, I have a little treat for you first.' He clinked his glass against hers.

  'What is it?'

  'Something I think you'll enjoy.'

  As Corinda wriggled round to sit on the sofa properly he clapped his hands. Almost immediately one of the two doors to the left of the bed opened and Iluska entered. She was wear
ing a short black satin slip and a pair of black stilettos, the heels of which were coated with chrome. She was otherwise completely naked. In her right hand she was holding a loop of leather attached to a metal chain, like a dog leash. The end of the leash was fastened to a ring, to which three thinner silver chains were attached. As Iluska walked forward Corinda saw these chains were secured to Irina's body and she was being led into the room by them. The upper one stretched to a silver choker around the brunette's neck, the other two to small silver clasps, like miniature hair-grips, the serrated jaws of which were firmly clipped to the girl's nipples. Irina was wearing only a pair of tight black leather panties and a pair of high heels identical to Iluska's.

  Iluska led her to the bed, then dropped the leash. It fell and pulled on the nipple clips, making Irina gasp. Iluska glanced at Constantine, waiting for the signal that she should continue. He nodded and smiled.

  'They take it in turns,' he whispered to Corinda. There were two wooden chests on either side of the bed. Iluska moved to the nearest and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out a long strip of dark red silk. Turning back to Irina she wrapped it over the girl's eyes and tied it tightly at the back of her head. Then she unclipped the leash from the metal ring but left the other three chains attached to it. The ring came to rest under the girl's breasts.

  Iluska barked a word of command in Albanian. The girl immediately crawled up onto the bed on all fours. The mattress was covered by a white linen sheet. Iluska patted her thigh to indicate that Irina should move round until her bottom was facing the sofa.

  'She's beautiful,' Corinda said, almost to herself, admiring the brunette's toned buttocks partly covered by the black leather. Her nipples had reacted to the spectacle of the metal clips attached to Irina's flesh. She wondered what the clips would feel like, and the thought made her squirm her bottom against the sofa. 'What's she going to do?' she asked in a conspiratorial whisper.

  'You'll see.'

  Iluska knelt up on the bed alongside her companion, the satin slip floating around her body, barely covering her breasts. Very slowly she ran her right hand down over the small of Irina's back, over the black leather and down to her crotch. She stroked between her legs, moving her hand back and forth. Irina wriggled her buttocks almost imperceptibly.

  As Corinda looked more closely she could detect indentations in the smoothness of the leather as Iluska's hand passed over it.

  Another word of command was barked out. Irina immediately brought her knees together. Iluska reached to the waistband of the panties and began to draw them down over the girl's hips.

  'Does this make you hard?' Corinda asked Constantine.

  'Feel for yourself.'

  She dropped a hand into his lap. His erection tented his trousers. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. It pulsed. The physical effect women exerted over men was interesting, she thought. It was power.

  As the panties were peeled away she saw something was buried in the little puckered bud of Irina's anus. It was quite thick and had a flared base which fitted the contours of her body. As the panties were pulled lower a second object was revealed butting out of the girl's vagina, though the base was not flared and looked exactly like the dildo Arabella had given Corinda on her birthday. With the panties banded around Irina's thighs, Iluska seized both objects and pulled them out. Irina moaned. Two glistening dildos fell on the bed, both imitations of an erect cock, one shorter than the other.

  Iluska picked up the larger of the two and sucked it into her mouth, licking the whole length of it. She appeared to find the taste of Irina's juices quite delicious. Irina, meantime, pulled the leather panties down over her knees and ankles and threw them aside. She then resumed her position on all fours, her knees spread apart again.

  Corinda found herself staring at Irina's sex. It looked as if the scarlet-lipped orifice was breathing, opening and closing like a mouth gasping for air. She could see the thin silver chains too, hanging from her nipples and the choker, the metal ring attached to them, almost brushing the sheet.

  Iluska rolled onto her back, abandoning the dildo. She insinuated her head between Irina's knees, then wormed her body around, under one of Irina's arms until her sex was immediately below Irina's head, with the satin slip rucked around her hips. She hooked one arm around the girl's back and levered her head up off the bed so she would get her mouth to the brunette's sex. Corinda could see her tongue licking greedily at Irina's clitoris. At the other end of the equation Irina dipped her head between Iluska's thighs, and began to imitate the other girl's actions.

  It was a kind of competition, each girl trying to give the other the greater pleasure. Iluska groped around on the bed and found the larger of the two dildos. She brought it up to Irina's buttocks and, without breaking the rhythm she had established with her tongue, found Irina's vagina and forced it inside.

  Corinda saw the penetration make Irina shudder. It had exactly the same effect on her, provoking memories of how Constantine's cock had felt as it plunged into her for the first time. Most of what the girls were doing she had frequently done with Arabella. But she had never seen it before, never watched how the two bodies played against each other, the soft curves of breasts and buttocks melding together. The spectacle excited her intensely.

  'Well, what do you think?' Constantine asked. 'Do you find this interesting?'

  'It's exciting. It's made me so wet. Can I join in?'

  He laughed. 'My dear, you may do whatever you wish,' he said, taking the glass of wine from her hand and putting it on the table. 'But first, to make it more interesting for you...' He delved into a pocket and brought out a strip of silk identical to the one Irina had tied around her eyes, except it was black. 'Turn your head.'

  Corinda looked puzzled but obeyed. She could not understand why he wanted to do this to her but much to her surprise, as the black silk pressed over her eyes, closing out the light, she felt her sex surge with excitement. Her clitoris pulsed with renewed vigour, and the inner depths of her sex clenched as the precursor to a flood of juices. 'It makes me feel...' She tried to think of the right word.

  'What, my dear?'

  'Vulnerable.' It was the only word she could think of. It might even have been the right one.

  'Stand up.'

  As she stood in front of him she felt the satin robe being untied and slipped from her body. She moved slightly and felt his erection prod her navel. A hand brushed her nipples and she trembled. She felt him moving away and turned her head to follow the sound, but heard nothing further.

  For what felt like a long time there was silence. There was no noise from the bed. Both girls had stopped whatever they were doing.

  They were teasing her. 'Please, Constantine, do something. You promised, after all,' she said, frustration beginning to build in her body. 'I thought you wanted me.'

  She heard a rustle from the bed and felt someone behind her. Two arms reached around and she felt two breasts crushing into her shoulders. As they were large, and covered in black satin, she knew they were Iluska's. Hands cupped her breasts firmly, then rolled her nipples between thumb and forefinger.

  She had never been blindfolded before. She remembered how the darkness on her first night in this strange house had seemed to intensify her senses. It was the same now. Her nipples pulsed as Iluska's fingers pinched them. She arched her head back until it rested on the shoulder of the girl behind her.

  'Make love to me,' she whispered, turning her head in the hope that the girl would kiss her. She got her wish. She felt an exquisitely soft mouth reaching awkwardly for her own, as the hands left her breast to stroke the strained sinews of her neck. Then Iluska turned her round by her shoulders, eager to get full contact with her mouth. As their lips met again Corinda's breasts squashed against the brunette's. She could feel Iluska's hard nipples, just as she could feel her own. She could feel the thatch of pubic hair too, such a contrast to her own, as the girl wriggled her pubis from side to side and her hand pressed tightly into Cori
nda's buttocks. Almost before she realised what had happened something hard and cold and slippery was being pressed between the cleft there, aimed not for the silky wetness of her vagina, but for the smaller orifice.

  'What are you doing?' she said, breaking the kiss, her voice reflecting alarm and excitement too.

  'There are so many things for you to learn, my dear,' Constantine said quietly, his voice coming from behind her. 'So many things I will teach you.'

  The smaller of the two dildos nudged against her sphincter. She felt it resist, her buttocks rigid. With a conscious effort she tried to relax, wanting to learn a new lesson. Arabella had penetrated her there but never with anything but her fingers.

  'Yes, that is good,' Constantine said, seeing her muscles relax.

  The dildo slipped inside. Corinda felt a wave of sensation out of all proportion to the degree of penetration. A second, much stronger pulse followed as the dildo was pushed right into her, only the flared base preventing it from going deeper. The phallus in her anus generated pleasure that spread rapidly to her vagina and clitoris. They needed attention too.

  And that was exactly what followed. She felt hands clasping her body, lowering her onto the bed, turning her on her back and pulling her legs apart. She felt hands and mouths everywhere; on her breasts, her thighs, her neck, her face. There was caressing and kissing, prodding and sucking; they made her writhe like a snake and toss her head from side to side, as she ground her buttocks into the sheet to keep the dildo deep inside her rear passage. She felt a tongue part her labia and light on her clitoris. She moaned loudly as, at exactly that moment, the head of the second, larger dildo nosed into her melting vagina and was thrust into it on the flood of juices her excitement had produced. Double penetration. She had never felt that before. Her mind immediately converted the plastic phalluses into animated cocks, since she knew what a cock felt like now. She had no idea if such a thing was possible, but it shocked her and sent her into a spiral of passion. All the new sensations her body was experiencing, accentuated by the blindfold and combined with the wicked fantasy her mind had conjured up, exploded in an orgasm; pleasure arched from the heads of the two intruders to her clitoris, where a tongue worked relentlessly, to her nipples, imprisoned in pinching fingers. Her body stretched across the bed, her hands and feet extended as if trying to reach for something, her muscles and tendons taut. Their rigour pulled her nerves taut too, so the music of her orgasm was played at a higher pitch.