The Chaste Legacy

by Susanna Hughes

  'Connie tells me you were shipwrecked,' he said, as Irina poured the wine.

  'Yes. He saved my life.'

  'Is that so?'

  'He's a wonderful man. He's been so kind to me. I'm afraid I've had a very sheltered life. Constantine has been teaching me all about sex.'

  'About sex?'

  'Yes. I suppose I shouldn't have asked him really. After all he's done.'

  'You may leave us now,' Yves said, looking at the two girls standing by. They nodded and left. 'You asked him what, exactly?'

  'To have sex with me. I'd never done it before. And he agreed. Wasn't that nice of him?'

  'Yes, it most certainly was.'

  'It's so different from being with a woman.'

  'Being with?'

  'Having sex with.'

  'You've had sex with women?'

  'Yes.'

  'And which do you prefer?'

  'I like both. They're very different. Is it the same for a man? I mean, is it very different having sex with a man, than with a woman?'

  'I've never had sex with a man,' Yves said.

  'Why not?' Corinda looked surprised. The sexual mores of men needed a lot of explanation. This was an area her biology lessons had not covered.

  'It is not so easy for a man. Other men do not excite me like women do.'

  'You mean you don't become erect? Tumescent?'

  'Precisely.'

  'But you've tried?'

  'No. Never. There would be no point. What excites me is the softness and femininity of women; their breasts, their legs, the curves of their buttocks. Men are hard and ugly.'

  'You're not ugly.'

  'Not to you.'

  'I'm glad I can do both,' Corinda said, sipping the champagne. It was cold and refreshing.

  'What do you like most about women?'

  Corinda thought for a moment. 'I love it when they lick my clitoris. I love that.' She squirmed slightly at the thought.

  Yves smiled. Everything Constantine had told him about the girl was true. She was totally innocent and totally uninhibited. 'What about if a man licks your clitoris?'

  'That hasn't happened yet. Do you think it would be different?'

  'It might be.'

  Corinda looked at him steadily. She loved those big brown eyes. 'Do you think I'm beautiful, Yves?'

  'Mais oui.'

  'Have you got an erection?'

  He almost choked on his coffee. 'Would you like it if I had?' he asked, regaining his composure.

  'It would mean you're attracted to me, right?'

  'Yes.'

  'That you want to have sex with me? Do you want to have sex with me?'

  'I'm very attracted to you.'

  It was Corinda's turn to smile. The thought of having sex with Yves was appealing. He was older than Tim but in many ways just as attractive. But she was coming to realise that she was a beautiful young woman and that beauty bestowed on her a certain power when it came to men. At least that was her theory, and Yves represented a chance to put that theory to the test.

  'Perhaps I don't want to have sex with you,' she said, though it was exactly the opposite of how she felt.

  'That would be a pity.'

  'The thing is...'

  'Yes?' he said eagerly.

  'The thing is, there's certain things I'd like to do.'

  'Like what?'

  Last night Corinda had been subjected to an assault on her senses, the hands and mouths of two women and a man whipping her into a frenzy of passion. But it had only been a taste. Her imagination had run riot with possibilities. From an educational point of view it had only been the tip of what she suspected was a very large iceberg. She knew precisely what she wanted next and it was not something she felt she could ask of Constantine. She had asked so much of him already. But Yves presented her with a means of extending her sexual awareness.

  'Perhaps I should go back to my room,' she said coquettishly, deliberately teasing him, wanting to see how strong her power over him was.

  'Don't do that. I'll do anything you want,' Yves said. It was true. The girl was incredibly exciting. She had a unique mixture of innocence and sensuality.

  Corinda got to her feet. The skirt parted to reveal the tops of her thighs, the taut suspenders stretched over the creamy flesh above the black stockings. She saw his eyes staring and deliberately moved her legs so the view disappeared.

  'What I'd really like...' She licked her lower lip.

  'Yes?'

  'What I'd really like is to see a man with another woman. Making love with a woman.' Last night she'd seen two women together for the first time. It was exciting because she could visualise, from angles she'd never seen before, what she and Arabella had looked like together. She wanted to have the same privilege with a man, so she could see what it looked like as a penis forced its way into a woman's sex. It was partly curiosity, but mostly the desire to be able to picture it in her mind's eye when it happened to her again.

  'Would you do that for me?'

  'Of course, what man would not?' Yves could think of nothing nicer.

  'With any woman I want?'

  'Naturally.'

  'You know Eloisa?' Corinda had found it difficult to forget what had happened with the American in her bathroom. She could still feel the woman's delicate touch. She hoped, after she'd watched her with Yves, she could be persuaded to renew the passion they had shared. Of course she wanted the Frenchman too, but she could see no apparent reason why she could not have both.

  But Yves's enthusiasm evaporated. He had been imagining one of the Albanians. Eloisa was not the sort of woman he found attractive. She was too well-built; too powerful. 'But she's not interested in men,' he protested.

  'Isn't she? Do you mind if I take my dress off? I'm not really used to wearing so many clothes.'

  'Of course not.'

  She unzipped the dress and pulled it off her shoulders. She had found a red and black satin basque amongst the lingerie. It fitted her narrow waist tightly and laced up the front. She had discovered that the tighter she laced it the more sexy it made her feel, though she had no idea why. Its bra was a little on the small side, making her breasts swell, pushing them together to form a deep cleavage. She had not bothered with panties.

  'You were saying?' she said, pleased at the way his eyes were devouring her.

  'She's not into men,' he said, his voice hoarse.

  'Let's go and ask her, shall we?' she suggested. 'If she won't agree then we'll have to think of something else to do. I'm sure we can think of something, aren't you?'

  Yves couldn't tear his eyes from her. 'You're very beautiful,' he almost whispered.

  'Mmm...' Corinda was enjoying her part, seeing the effect she was having on the Frenchman. 'I feel hot.' She ran her hand up her thigh to her pubes, then thrust her middle finger between her labia. 'I get wet so quickly. Do you think that's normal?'

  'Come here, let me see,' he said.

  She took two steps towards him as he pulled his chair out from under the table. He put his hand on the lacy stocking top and moved it up between her thighs.

  'Naughty,' she said, slapping it away. 'You said see, not touch.' Yves caught her hand, pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, squirming his lips against hers and plunging his tongue into her mouth. She felt a surge of passion. She got up and pulled him to his feet. 'Let's go and find Eloisa.'

  'How do we do that?'

  She picked up the bell used to summon the servants. She rang it and Iluska appeared, taking no notice of Corinda's state of undress.

  'We need to find Eloisa,' Corinda told her. 'Can you take us to her?'

  Iluska nodded. 'Please to follow,' she said. She turned and walked out into the sitting room, and through to the atrium. Leading the way up the wooden staircase she took them along the gallery, passed the corridor that led to Constantine's bedroom, and into a narrower longer passageway. At the far end she stopped and pointed to a door, before turning and walking back the way they had come, her hig
h heels clicking on the tiled floor.

  He knocked on the door with his fist. They waited. There was no reply.

  Corinda tried the door handle. It was not locked. She opened it. 'Eloisa,' she said, leading the way inside.

  The light in the corridor had been bright in comparison to the light in the bedroom, which was dimmed. As they closed the door behind them it took two or three seconds to adjust their eyes to the surroundings. The room was not large. There was a bookcase on one wall, crammed with books, and a small desk and chair against another wall. On the opposite side was a large wide bed.

  Eloisa was kneeling on it, on all fours. Kneeling behind her was a short-haired blonde girl, her hands gripping Eloisa's hips. She was naked, her body slender and tanned with pert breasts and pert buttocks. Her face was pretty, with round grey-blue eyes and a petit nose. She was naked but for a leather harness that banded the tops of her thighs and her waist. Secured into the harness at her groin was a life-sized plastic phallus. It was poking between Eloisa's labia, which had pursed around it.

  Yves walked to the side of the bed to get a better look.

  'Did I tell you to stop?' Eloisa snapped. The blonde had frozen the moment the two entered the room.

  'What are you doing?' Corinda asked, fascinated, as the blonde bucked her hips and the phallus slid into Eloisa's sex, then pulled out again.

  'Just having a little fun. Since you're here, pick up that whip and warm her up a bit for me, would you honey? She's flagging.'

  'I'll do that,' Yves said quickly. There was a riding crop lying on the edge of the bed. Now Corinda's eyes had fully adjusted to the light she could see there were several red stripes across the blonde's buttocks. Yves raised the whip and swept it down across the blonde's bottom. The impact caused her to stab the phallus into Eloisa's sex.

  'Mmm...' Eloisa wriggled down onto the dildo.

  'Is that exciting?' Corinda asked, wide-eyed. She wasn't sure whether she meant Eloisa to answer or the blonde.

  'Come here,' Eloisa said. 'Come here and kiss me.' She doubted if Constantine knew Corinda was here. He had expressly forbidden her to initiate any more sexual contact with the girl, but this was different. Perhaps it was Yves' idea. He was here to audition the girl, after all. Not that she cared. She was quite happy to take advantage of the situation. Constantine could hardly complain if she helped him clinch the sale.

  Corinda sat on the side of the bed, then crawled forward until she could kiss Eloisa on the lips. Her tongue explored the woman's mouth. It was hot and wet.

  'Can you feel it?' Eloise asked huskily. 'Can you feel how aroused that thing makes me?'

  'Yes.' The sight of the two naked women so strangely coupled was affecting Corinda strongly. She could feel the familiar stiffening of her nipples and the churning of her sex. The tightness of the basque seemed to exaggerate the feelings, making them more acute.

  With a flick of his wrist Yves landed another stroke across the blonde's buttocks. The girl bucked forward, pushing the phallus home. Eloisa's mouth was pushed forward by the impact. It butted against Corinda's lips and they kissed again hungrily.

  Whatever Corinda had expected it was not this. Her heart was pounding. Asking Eloisa to have sex with Yves while she watched would have to wait. She had other more pressing priorities now. Quickly she rolled onto her back. She wriggled under Eloisa until her belly was directly below the American's face, her head wedged between the blonde's thighs. In this position she stared up into both women's crotches, their sexes joined by the plastic dildo.

  Immediately Eloisa dipped her head to Corinda's sex, and found her clitoris with her tongue as unerringly as a compass finds true north. She heard Corinda moan.

  As the initial shock of pleasure ebbed away Corinda felt her clitoris being agitated. Her whole body began to tingle. She watched as the blonde bucked her hips and the phallus sunk more deeply between Eloisa's labia, stretched so tautly around it. The blonde had very little pubic hair and Corinda could see her sex lips clearly. There was a thin leather strap extending down from the lower angle of the plate, which disappeared into the girl's sex. Wanting to give as well as to receive, a principle Arabella had instilled into her, Corinda manoeuvred her arms around the girl's thighs and levered her face up until she could get her tongue between her labia. She had to push the leather strap aside to get at her vagina.

  Thwack! Yves lashed out with the whip again. The three females were so closely joined it affected them all simultaneously; the jolt of pleasure tinged with pain arced through them like an electric shock. It created a circuit. The sudden thrust of the blonde's hips forced the phallus deep into Eloisa's vagina. That caused her to exclaim with surprise and delight, expelling hot breath against Corinda's sex. Corinda in turn was jolted by this surge of pleasure against the blonde's vagina, her tongue burrowing deeply. This encouraged the girl further and so the circle was complete. Another lash followed, as intense as the last, and produced the same result. The three reacted in unison, their bodies synchronised in the ring of passion, the excitement mounting.

  Corinda had never experienced anything like this. Eloisa's tongue moved her clitoris with an inexorable rhythm which would have made her come on its own. But there was so much more. There was the feeling of the blonde's wet vagina and the taste of her juices, and the sight of her quivering labia. The shock of the whip had established a means of communication between the three of them and now other sensations were following the newly opened path. What Corinda did to the blonde, by licking and thrusting her tongue as deep as she could into the girl's vagina, was communicated to Eloisa through the unyielding cock. Eloisa's mouth, in turn, pressed to Corinda's sex, sent the message back to where it had come. They created a spiral of passion that was winding itself tighter and tighter. The rhythms were the same. The heat was the same. And after no more than a few seconds, so were their orgasms.

  Corinda knew she came first. It was too much for her to bear. Everything that had happened to her over the last few days, the voyage of sexual discovery she had willingly embarked on, from the moment Arabella had thrust the dildo into her melting vagina for the first time, to the moment she had taken Constantine in her mouth and her sex, and all the exciting events in between, seemed to combine. As Eloisa's artful tongue swept across her clit her body arched up off the bed, her eyes forced closed, and a surge of raw sensation coursed through her in waves, reaching a crescendo that seemed to last forever.

  Somewhere, in the midst of orgasm, she felt Eloisa come too, shuddering at exactly the same moment the blonde's body went rigid and her sex contracted around Corinda's tongue. But she was only aware of it for a second as the demands of her own orgasm became too consuming to allow her to concentrate on anything else.

  How long it was before the sensations died away she could not tell. She opened her eyes and saw the blonde pulling the dildo from Eloisa's sex. It made a plop as the shaft disengaged, and Eloisa's labia folded back on themselves. Eloisa rolled onto her side.

  'Well, you do learn fast,' she said. There was a bottle of wine on the bedside table. She got to her feet and poured herself a glass. She drank it in one gulp, her hand trembling slightly. 'So to what do I owe this honour?'

  'My idea,' Corinda said, sitting up.

  'And?' Eloisa looked at Yves. A bulge distended his black slacks. Though he was not short and she, for once, wore no heels, she was still taller than him.

  'Yves wanted to have sex with me,' Corinda said.

  'Well, you are very beautiful.'

  'So I set him a little challenge.'

  'A challenge?'

  'I wanted to watch him with you first. I've never seen a man with a woman. I thought it would be good for my education.' She wanted to see it even more now she had seen Eloisa penetrated by the artificial cock. 'Would it turn you on?'

  'I think it would.' Eloisa reached down to Yves's crotch and took hold of his erection. 'I don't usually do straight sex with men,' she said. 'But if you ask real nice, I suppose I could make
an exception. Since Corinda's been so good to me. Say please.'

  'Please,' he said. Any reservations he may have had, had quite disappeared after what he'd just seen.

  'Good boy. Get your clothes off.'

  Yves began unbuttoning his shirt. Eloisa snapped her fingers and the blonde, divested of the dildo now, sprang to help. She undid his belt and unzipped his flies, then pulled his trousers and boxer shorts down to his ankles, freeing his rampant cock.

  'What's that?' Corinda exclaimed, pointing at the ring of skin that still partly covered the Frenchman's glans, as he pulled off his shoes and socks.

  Eloisa laughed. 'A foreskin.'

  'What's a foreskin?' Corinda asked. She vaguely remembered the term from her biology lessons, but neither of the men she'd seen so far had one.

  'Some men have it cut off at birth,' Eloisa explained. She reached down to Yves' cock and pulled his foreskin back, making him moan. 'See.'

  It was extraordinary, Corinda thought. Suddenly Yves' penis looked like the other two she had seen; the glans pink and swollen, with a distinct ridge separating it from the shaft.

  Eloisa poured more wine, drank half a glass, then lay back on the bed. Facing the Frenchman she slowly opened her legs, her muscular thighs parting to reveal her sex.

  'Do you think you'll be able to manage me?' she asked. She spread her legs further apart until her labia opened. In comparison to her dusky complexion the inner surfaces of her sex were a light pink. She bent her knees and arched her buttocks off the bed, angling her sex towards him, while her hands kneaded her breasts. 'Are you going to fuck me? I don't give many men the chance.'

  Yves dropped to his knees on the bed. He took her right leg in his hand and began caressing it, then bent forward to kiss the inside of her thigh. He worked his way down to her open sex and tongued her clitoris.

  'Get on with it,' she said irritably, pulling his head away by his hair. 'You're here to fuck, not suck.'