“You have my fervent word,” she said softly. “Merci, Dirk. I am indebted to you forever.”
“And I am at your service, Madame.”
“Voila,” Honey chimed merrily. “Let’s open another bottle of champagne and properly celebrate our coming together!”
19.
HONEY
Under the old wooden beams of the loggia, she relaxed in a comfortably cushioned garden chair, sipping cold champagne with a plump strawberry floating in it as she watched the two beautiful Svensen sisters trailing down the brick paths of her herb and flower garden. English countryside flowers bloomed in profusion, masses of lavender and pink rose bushes scented the spring air, and beyond the two lovely blondes admiring her garden, a huge horse-chestnut tree framed the distant green expanse of the uninterrupted meadow. In all ways it was a terrific view, and she felt suddenly at peace, contented to be home at last.
“Oh, Honey,” Kolina cooed as she approached, “everything is so beautiful here. How lucky you are.”
Honey refilled the girl’s glass, commenting, “Gardens and surrounding countryside are the main reasons for having a rural house in England. More champagne, Barbro?”
Nodding eagerly, Kolina’s older and equally lovely sister came up to them and sank into one of the other garden chairs. “I can see why you insisted we accompany you home. It’s charming here, absolutely beautiful.”
Honey trilled an appreciative laugh. “Would you believe that when I bought the place it was nothing more than two decrepit Victorian cowsheds?”
“No!” the sisters exclaimed in unison.
“All it took was time, money, and two talented designers from London working round the clock with a crew of twenty for over a year,” Honey laughed, her eyes sweeping proudly over the nearby low brick house built from the former ruins. “It’s the very first home I’ve had that’s totally mine. Dirk and I share the family home in Hillsboro and the retreat at Kauai, but this is mine alone, and I escape here as often as I can.”
“And Dirk?” Kolina asked shyly. “Does he come to visit often?”
“Oh, heavens no,” Honey said with mock anger. “In fact, the scamp’s never been here. He’s wrapped up all the time with his photography in New York or gallivanting around the world.”
“Do you think he’ll show up now?” Barbro asked in the same longing tone her sister had used when speaking of him.
“Maybe. Maybe not,” Honey hedged. “Depends on how soon he burns out his latest infatuation.”
“The Marquise?” Kolina queried somewhat petulantly. “Honestly, she’s sixty-five if she’s a day.”
“But what a breathtaking sixty-five,” Honey offered. “May we three be so lucky at that age.”
Kolina tossed her white blonde head spiritedly. “The Marquise Berengere-Marie Bouscaral is just as guilty as her son Henri,” she said with a sharp edge to her voice. “After all, she was supporting him lavishly all the while. If it hadn’t been for the family money, he wouldn’t have been able to afford all those… perversions.”
Barbro touched her sister’s arm. “Now, Kolina, we should all be grateful to the Marquise. She’s cut him off without a penny and forced him to return to the family chateau as her personal secretary.”
“I bet he won’t stay there,” Kolina snapped. “He’ll go crazy with boredom.”
Honey plucked the strawberry out of her goblet and nibbled on its champagne-soaked sweetness. “He won’t have much choice, Kolina. The Marquise has put a definite end to his kinky lifestyle. She reclaimed all her foreign property and canceled his credit, which has reduced him to a pauper. He’s fortunate to have a roof over his head.”
Barbro started to giggle, a girlish, joyous sound that lightened the spring air like the song of a meadowlark. “Serves him right. If the Marquise hadn’t flown straight to Galapagos and taken him in tow, who knows what he would have done to find you again.”
Kolina pouted into her champagne. “I think he got off too lightly. He belongs behind bars somewhere.”
Honey could not help but laugh, the girl was so adorable even in her childish anger. “But I think he is. The Marquise was so appalled by what I wired her of her son’s activities, she’s vowed that he won’t step out of the chateau without her permission.”
‘It was so smart of you, Honey,” Barbro said, “to wire the Marquise straight from that U.S. Navy boat the way you did.”
“It was a long shot,” Honey admitted. “But I figured she would be the only one in the world who had enough power over him to put an end to his kinky endeavors.”
“And stop him she did,” Barbro stated with another laugh. “I’ll never forget the look on his face when she forced him to apologize. I thought he was going to die on the spot.”
The memory evoked laughter even from Kolina. “And poor Dirk,” she sighed. “He was so confused by it all.”
“He came around pretty fast,” Barbro smirked.
“That’s Dirk for you,” Honey offered gaily. “Can’t keep a good man down for long.”
Kolina snorted, not at all amused. “The way he moved on the Marquise, though, coming on to her like a schoolboy with a mad crush. Honestly, I thought it was all a bit much.”
Honey eyed her over the rim of her goblet. “We’ve all had our crazy infatuations, haven’t we?”
Kolina sat up primly, as if rejecting the notion that she had ever gone off the deep end in any of her relationships. “Dirk barely said goodbye to us, he was in such a hurry to accompany the Marquise on her return flight to France. I thought it was a bit rude, to tell you the truth.”
“Now, Kolina,” cautioned her older sister gently. “Both he and Honey risked a great deal to help us. Especially you. So I think you’d better remember that and stop feeling so damned sorry for yourself that he found someone else to make him mad with desire.”
“But she’s so old,” Kolina repeated, eliciting another round of laughter from the other two. “Well, it’s true,” she said firmly.
“The same could be said for the difference in age between you and Henri,” Barbo offered. “But you chased him for a year before he took you off with him.”
“Well, that’s different,” Kolina asserted. “Young women are naturally attracted to older men. But young men to older women… ugh.”
Honey tried not to laugh too hard at the girl’s limited point of view. “Kolina, you are a precious child, but you have a lot to learn about life. It offers a wide variety of experiences You’ll be very grateful for that when you’re the Marquise’s age. Now I think lunch must be ready. Is anyone besides me famished?”
In the spacious, rustic dining room, the trio of beauties ate ravenously of saddle of lamb and broccoli hollandaise, and polished off a bottle of 1959 Louis Latour Corton-Charlemagne.
They were so full and pleasantly high on the delicious wine, not to mention all the champagne they had been consuming all morning, that Honey suggested a nap in her spacious yellow and white bedroom. Sprawled on the king-sized bed in just their filmy slips, they dozed off intertwined like young sisters, listening to the chirping of songbirds outside.
Honey awoke sometime later with a consuming heat - inflaming her loins, and was pleasantly surprised to see between her legs Kolina’s white-blonde head bobbing and dipping. For a long while Honey just lay there, pretending still to be asleep, enjoying the attentions of the gorgeous young woman’s extraordinary tongue. Soon Honey could not contain her joy. Abruptly she sat up, stripping off her slip, startling the secret licker. Kolina raised her head and gazed in open admiration at Honey’s snow-white expanse of delectably full breasts. The rosy nipples were already alert. At once Kolina scooted up and kissed one of the stiff little appendages, flicking its tip with her tongue, kneading and molding the other breast with her eager, feverish hands.
Honey squirmed with pleasure and rubbed the girl’s strong young back, eventually hiking up Kolina’s slip and pulling it over her head. Kolina’s large breasts rubbed playfully against the sat
iny skin of Honey’s belly. Honey squeezed a hand between them and inched it toward Kolina’s pussy. Kolina raised her hips, allowing freer access, and Honey took advantage of the offering, inserting an exploring finger into the moist, heated quim. Wildly, Kolina drove up and down on the extended finger, moaning softly into Honey’s ear, kissing her creamy neck and fair cheeks. Honey concentrated her deeply imbedded digit on the firm clitoris buried in the fleshy folds and with the same hand managed to get a thumb into her own pussy.
“Unfair,” Barbro groaned groggily, awakening to discover the surreptitious activity beside her. She rolled over against Honey and murmured, “Got room for one more?”
“Be my guest,” Honey purred huskily, and waved a trembling hand toward the nightstand. “Top drawer, if you please…”
Barbro rolled across the bed, opened the drawer, and extracted Honey’s ancient ivory dildo. “Oh, how lovely,” she squealed. “A petrified prick. And with two heads!” She scooted up on her haunches and tugged off her slip. Her heavy breasts rolled out like banks of white fog. Grabbing the old instrument of pleasure, she knelt between Honey’s legs and pushed her sister’s hips up off their hostess’s pelvis. Licking one bulbous head of the double-ended dildo, Barbro then stuck it into Honey’s flaming funnel as far as she could.
Honey groaned with delight and pulled Kolina up by the hips until the young woman sat straddling her face. Reveling in the satisfying plunge of the dildo, Honey drank in the sight of the delicately hued vagina so spread before her. The pale lips looked like the petals of a tropical flower liberally sprinkled with dew. The sparse fringe of soft blonde hair ringed the pulsating opening like parentheses, and Honey raised her head to delve into the tempting valley with her tongue. The dewy meat was as sweet and delectable as it looked.
With rising ecstasy, Honey lapped at the tender opening and thrust against the ersatz penis in her own pussy. The Svensen sisters were a pair of sensational lovers and she could easily understand why Dirk had been so taken by them both. Each had her own special gifts and techniques, and each of their bodies, though similar, contained enough uniqueness to satisfy even the most discriminating of tastes. Kolina was an energetic free spirit and reminded Honey of herself at that same age, willing and eager to explore anything and everything sexual. On the other hand, Barbro’s enthusiasm was more refined, her passion more controlled. As a trained dancer, she would marshal her strength for a long performance. Together the duo formed an irresistible combination, and Honey surrendered to the overwhelming tug of emotions and sensations that swept through her mind and body.
The threesome were so absorbed by their mutual attractiveness and sensuality that they did not hear him enter the room. Silently Dirk dropped his suitcase and stood at the foot of the big bed, gasping with envious admiration at the trio of writhing bodies so erotically displayed. Barbro’s wide hips thrust wildly up and down, riding one end of the old dildo as she drove the other end deeply into Honey’s gaping cunt. Kolina also had her beautiful backside to him, her sweet buns brushing against Honey’s full tits as she writhed on the tongue of his tantalizing sister. Though the Svensen sisters were about as magical as two women could be, it was Honey’s sensational body that attracted and held his yearning eyes. She was a delicious piece, and he found himself with a bird so stiff he opened his pants to let it fly. Stroking it with one hand, he struggled out of his clothes, not missing a beat, his eyes not straying from the horny trio.
He was completely nude by the time he was noticed. “Dirk!” Honey panted in surprise, looking through Kolina’s legs. With a squeal of delight, both Barbro and Kolina flew to him, smothering him with welcoming kisses and hugs. Kolina gamely latched onto his hard dick and tugged him onto the bed. “You naughty boy, you. Didn’t you get enough from that Marquise?”
He chuckled knowingly, but refused to divulge a single detail of his whirlwind fling with the magical Marquise. Instantly, Kolina pressed him flat on the bed, her mouth to his. She squatted on his pleased bird with a childlike enthusiasm and was bouncing away before Barbro had a chance to climb back onto the bed. “We missed you,” Kolina’s sister murmured, grabbing his balls and giving them a friendly squeeze.
“I missed you too,” he rasped, and winked at his sister, who was still recovering from the unexpected interruption.
She smirked and stretched her luscious body, pointing her proud breasts toward the ceiling. “I knew I’d get you here eventually if I had these two beauties hanging around.”
“Which two?” he teased, thrusting his bird into the sweet, moist nest over him. “Those on your chest or these others?” Laughingly he tweaked a tit of each of the Svensen sisters.
Her heart overflowing with love, she watched her dear brother banging away into the same pussy which, only moments before, she had been sampling. He looked marvelously rested and relaxed, and she was dying to ask him about his recent mad affair, but realized it was neither the time nor the place. Instead she leaned over and kissed him tenderly. “Welcome to England, you old tramp. Going to stay a spell?”
“With such household comforts around, why leave?”
Barbro tugged Honey down beside her. “Ignore him, darling. He’s as busy as a spring bee.”
Willingly, Honey fell into her open arms and their tongues dueled heatedly. Soon, Barbro and Honey were riding tandem the old dildo, lost in their own erotic endeavors, completely oblivious to the activity next to them. Side by side the Wildon siblings screwed the Svensen sisters, and all had a flourishingly fine time.
Before the afternoon was over, Honey and Dirk switched partners, and proceeded to expand the girls’ repertoire of tricks and learned a few new pleasures themselves. Honey had no reservations about fucking in the presence of her younger brother; in fact, the close proximity only added to her excitement. She did, however, draw the line at making it with him, even though he pestered her persistently after he had enjoyed the Svensen sisters. “Dirk,” she warned in her big-sister voice as he placed a hand on her snatch. “Get your fucking hand out of there.”
“Aw, come on, sis,” he pleaded. “We used to mess around a lot.”
“Years ago,” she sighed. “Too many years ago. We can’t go back there again.” Firmly she took his hand away and placed it on Kolina’s exhausted quim.
“Why not?” he growled good-naturedly. “We’re both enlightened, liberated adults.”
“Not that liberated, thank you,” she said breezily, and bounced off the bed. “I’m going to take a shower. Enjoy your desserts, baby brother. But I’m not one of them.” She swung her hips exaggeratedly as she exited. His laughter followed her into the bathroom.
She was under the flowing water when he stuck his head over the glass door. “Honey, I need your help.”
“What is it?” she asked.
He opened the shower door, his boyish face serious. “Promise me you’ll help.”
She eyed him gravely. “You know I’d do anything for you. Just name it.”
“I… I saw this girl in Paris…” he began.
“Almost anything,” she said, and turned the shower on harder, so that the sound of rushing water drowned out the rest of his words.
2
The
Erotic Quest
of Dirk and Honey
A Sensual Search for an
Elusive Goddess of Delight
Dirk, premier photographer of women, knows beauty when he chances upon it. And now a heart-stopping young blonde has caught his eye and captivated his soul. He enlists his sister in his erotic quest for this golden objet d’amour; and Honey, the gorgeous, glamorous lady journalist, accepts, for she loves a challenge to her mind and body—the harder, the better. From a chateau in Bordeaux to a den of sin in Shanghai, Dirk and Honey travel the globe, reveling in danger and debauchery, as they pursue the exquisite fulfillment that only someone so young and so yielding can give.
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