by Primula Bond
‘Duh! It’s a school reunion, princess! What else are you supposed to wear?’ Annie is standing nearby, with two men on either side of her. One of them is clawing at her pert cleavage to pluck out an olive and eat it. She is swaying slightly on her vertiginous heels, trying to look taller. ‘Come on, let’s see that dazzling smile! It’s meant to be fun!’
‘Absolutely, Annie, darling. You’re so right. Now lead into dinner, would you?’ Regina laughs and kisses Mimi’s cheek with a hard, dry peck. But still it burns. Mimi gasps and turns her face, and catches Regina’s mouth before she pulls back. She may be dressed as a nun, but she can’t resist the red whore’s lipstick she’s always favoured. Their mouths rest against each other for a moment as the other guests swarm round them like locusts, aiming for the long table laid out with candles and wine and food at the side of the villa under a vine.
Mimi can feel the red lipstick mingling with her own sticky gloss.
‘Come on, Regina. It’s me.’ She slides her arm round Regina’s waist as they walk together. ‘We were so good together, you and me. Can’t we just get away, be alone – leave this tacky schoolgirl caper for this lot if that’s what they want.’
‘You calling me tasteless now?’ Regina sweeps her arm about. ‘Does anyone look like they’re not enjoying it?’
They are all seated now, boy, girl, boy, girl, mouths talking, laughing, eating, sipping, swallowing, and hands are already beginning, between forking up food and swilling drink, to rove up bare necks, across flat stomachs, up skirts. Mimi has the dizzy sensation of stepping onto an alien film set where she’s forgotten her lines.
‘No, but – it’s demeaning. We’re grown women, not kids, and we look stupid –’
‘Anyone here look demeaned? Come on, loosen up. Admit it. We all look fucking hot. Especially you, Mimi. A right little slut. Your breasts are positively oozing out of that little blouse!’ Regina brushes her lips against Mimi’s cheek again, making her shiver. ‘I’m sure the men here will find them good enough to eat.’
The chauffeur leads Regina away to the top of the table before Mimi can reply. She stumbles across to the last spare seat and tries to catch her breath as her schoolmates’ inhibitions fall away like blossom blown by spring breezes.
A small man sitting beside her, who looks like a kind of devilish Hercule Poirot, starts to ogle her cleavage. Regina’s words echo softly in her head. Good enough to eat. Mimi shifts in her seat. Her knickers are damp.
‘I am Jacques,’ the man announces, in a thick French accent. ‘I am a perfumier. Regina and I are designing a fragrance together. And you?’
Mimi bites back a giggle at his absurd accent. ‘Mimi. I am an actress. But at school I was Regina’s lover.’
Regina is watching her. Something flicks on inside Mimi. She leans towards her neighbour with her arm thrown over the back of his chair so that her breasts are thrust out for him and everyone else to admire. Across the table she sees Regina’s big red mouth moving in flattering, seductive chatter. The man next to her is already salivating. Then Mimi sees Regina’s brown fingers moving under the table. The man’s teeth snap together as she obviously unzips his flies.
‘Schoolgirl lovers?’ Jacques licks his lips. ‘Touching each other after lights out? What did the nuns say?’
‘Oh, they had their own fish to fry!’ Mimi runs her fingers up his arm. ‘Regina and I and Salome over there had privileged rooms, because our daddies gave us permission to smoke, far away from the hideous dormitories and all those smelly girls, so it was just us, up in the attics, smoking and talking, and –’
Mimi catches Regina’s eye across the candlelight. Mimi raises her voice.
‘– and fingering each other, Jacques. Can you imagine it? Talking about boys, and cocks, but we were sex-starved, so we used to experiment on each other with our fingers, go right up into each other’s sweet pussies –’
There’s a gleam in Regina’s eye as she turns away, but it could be anger just as much as lustful remembering. Another shiver goes through Mimi, and then she realises that her randy neighbour has started to stroke her thigh.
‘Go on.’ He leans hungrily closer so that his nose is level with her just-covered nipples. ‘Did you suck each other’s breasts, too? A schoolgirl’s breasts, oh my God how delectable, did you lift up your nighties, and squeeze, like this, and suck, like this?’
One or two men hitch their chairs closer to see what’s happening up her end of the table.
‘Oh yes, Jacques, that’s exactly what we did. We were both well developed, you know what I mean? I had the biggest breasts in the school. My daddy paid for expensive lingerie to hold me in, but Regina, oh God, she was good at undoing my underwear, finding her way in, feeling my breasts, comparing them with hers, touching, touching –’
Still watching Regina, Mimi fights to control herself. Some of it is wishful thinking. They never did kiss each other’s breasts. Was that somehow too naughty, even for them?
She undoes the top button of her already gaping blouse. She’s a grown woman now. Her breasts are for fondling and sucking, see, Regina? Yes. She sees a gleam of excitement in Regina’s eyes. Regina, still staring back at Mimi, leans closer to her neighbour, runs her tongue across her mouth, and takes hold of his cock. Now Mimi is fired up. Poirot’s fingers are trailing up her leg, sending shivers up towards her cunt, and she can’t keep still. She opens her legs invitingly, and in go his fingers, inside her thighs, pressing at her thick white knickers, running along the hidden crack he finds there, sensing the warmth and dampness.
With his other hand he lifts his glass as if casually to drink, and tips it sideways, spilling cold white wine onto her chest. Mimi gasps as the liquid trickles down her throat and droplets seep between her breasts.
A couple of seats away, Annie and her two neighbours have given up any pretence of eating or socialising. The two men lift Annie up bodily and carry her across to a white sun bed, throwing her down there on all fours like a little doggie. As Poirot snuffles his nose into Mimi’s blouse and starts to lick the wine off her breasts, she is torn between watching what the men are going to do to Annie and seeing how far Regina is going with hers.
Annie wins her attention. Everyone’s attention, in fact. Nearly everyone turns to watch, whispering and nudging, as one man sits at one end of the lounger and pulls his cock out of his smart cream trousers. He shoves Annie’s head down and pushes his cock into her giggling, smiling mouth while the other man, unzipping his own trousers, grabs her upturned hips and pulls her backwards into his groin, where his cock is hard and ready.
The shock makes Mimi hotter and wetter. Poirot’s tongue is warm and scratchy, like a cat’s, as it laps up between her breasts and circles her nipples. She squirms with frustration. His fingers are probing at her knickers, his tongue is licking at her nipples. Despite everything, her embarrassment, her annoyance, her urge to be next to Regina, his eager groping is arousing her. She wants more. The pin-pricks of pleasure are prodding her into full-blown, uncontrollable desire.
Poirot hooks his fingers under the leg of her knickers and Mimi opens her legs wider under the table, staring across at Regina. It’s Regina she wants. But she lets Poirot poke his fingers into her warm crack, her head swimming as he fingers her, his teeth clamping round one nipple now as he sucks at it and pokes his fingers faster in and out of her, pressing himself against her, rubbing his cock, still in his trousers, up and down her leg as she simply sits there, opening herself to him, not touching him, not helping him, just letting his teeth and tongue and fingers do the work while she watches her Regina across the table.
Regina’s eyes are sparking like fire at the other end. Her tongue slides across her mouth. She even forks meringue and strawberries into it while the white tablecloth jerks up and down and her hand works on her neighbour’s cock, and he lies back in his chair, eyes closed in ecstasy, mouth tight shut to contain the yelps of noisy climax threatening to erupt. As Jacques rubs himself furiously against Mimi’s
leg, there is one final thrust under the tablecloth, Regina’s man shudders and gets up hurriedly, zipping up his pants as he flees, and Regina tilts her nun-like head back to lick drips of creamy dessert off her spoon.
‘Time for dancing!’ calls Suzanne, clapping her hands and pulling Chloe to her feet. Jacques jerks against Mimi’s leg and groans loudly under cover of the music, pulling his mouth away from her nipple and his fingers out of her pussy, leaving it to twitch in little spasms of wanting.
Suddenly dinner is over. Everyone starts to dance and writhe on the terrace, and the dark waiters glide once more in the shadows with champagne and liqueurs and even elegant white spliffs on silver trays.
Suzanne and Regina run over to the music system and Mimi’s chest tightens with jealousy. There’s the thrumming of dramatic Spanish guitar music. Regina starts clicking her fingers above her head and ridiculously, beautifully, she lifts the hem of her nun’s black dress and starts swirling in a wild flamenco dance, whooping and stamping as the music becomes more frantic.
As Suzanne, Chloe and Olivia dance with her, Mimi’s Frenchman runs over to join them. He tries to grab Regina but she pushes him away towards the schoolgirls who are gyrating round her, thrusting out their breasts, opening and closing their knees tantalisingly in a chorus line, flicking up their little skirts.
Jacques dances round behind them and picks Suzanne, planting his small hands on her gyrating hips and guiding her. He is just the right height to press his groin right in between her buttocks. Suzanne gives a little start and glances over her shoulder, then she tilts her bottom invitingly against him before grinding her crotch playfully forwards against Chloe. They are all lost in the game.
Olivia dances alone, touching herself, perhaps missing Sister Benedicta. Behind Mimi, Annie is moaning as the two men fuck her mouth and her cunt.
Mimi idly touches herself, too, as she watches Suzanne flinging herself first against Chloe, rubbing her fanny up against her, and then back against Jacques, offering her bottom.
Regina is joined by another man. The flamenco music has slowed and they are circling each other slowly like combatants, a few inches apart. Regina has pulled her dress right up her legs and now they can all see that she, like Mimi, is wearing unholy black stockings. The man is licking his lips, his hands itching to touch her. Regina keeps twitching herself out of his reach until he grabs her roughly, his big hands digging into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, and lifts her so that she is wrapped round him. Maybe he’s her husband, or lover. Mimi hasn’t a clue what Regina has been up to in the last few years. She’s lost her.
He is big and strong, and carries her round like a feather, but then Mimi can see, in the dazzling illumination of fairy lights and torches, that Regina is resisting him. She starts to struggle, and looks round, and she is surely searching for Mimi because their eyes lock, and Mimi holds her breath.
Regina stops struggling then, and lets herself go weak. The man lowers her to her feet. She rewards him by putting her hands on his shoulders. He obviously thinks she’s going to kiss him, because he closes his eyes. But it is Mimi she is looking at. She gives a sly wink and runs her red tongue slowly over her lower lip in a gesture so sensual that Mimi can almost feel her warm, wet lips fastening on to hers.
Then Regina pushes the man down until he is on his knees. She hitches her dress up to show him the scarlet thong dividing the tanned lips of her pussy. She pokes her finger in, pulls it sideways and there it is, waxed Hollywood style, glistening with arousal, or wine, or honey, who knows, inviting him to lick it, then she straddles his head, and pushes herself into his face. Mimi’s fanny clenches in response. Everyone, other than Annie, is transfixed. Regina tenses her fine legs to angle her crack against the man’s mouth, and they all see his tongue come out, long and red, and start lapping at her, his fingers scrabbling to open her sex lips and get to the fruit inside them.
The chauffeur is beside Mimi, offering more champagne. Mimi takes it, aware of his warm body next to hers. She watches Regina. She wants to feel a wet tongue lapping at her. This guy would do it if she asked him. She’s that close to asking him. She reckons everyone has permission. But she wants Regina’s tongue. Why did they never do that when they had all the time in the world? Her fanny is hot and prickling with frustration.
The waiter points. On the other side of the room Suzanne is now tossing herself wildly back and forth between Chloe and Jacques, rubbing herself up and down their groins, letting the movement lower her white knickers, her tiny skirt giving easy access to her bare, ready cunt. Everyone is sweating. Jacques’ cock is huge in his trousers. One of his little hands is bringing it to life while Suzanne parts her legs and wraps one round Chloe and sweeps up and down her friend. Her buttocks clench and her head falls back as she starts to thrash wildly against Chloe, who is grinding against her, too, frisking herself.
Suzanne’s throat is bulging as she moans out loud, ‘Somebody screw me, while I’m hot!’
There is an electric silence in the room. All at once Suzanne arches herself away from Chloe and collapses as her climax overwhelms her. Jacques just stares. Salome creeps up behind him to get a closer look at the writhing, jerking Suzanne, and then grabs Jacques’ still hard cock out of his trousers. He rocks on his neat heels as Salome yanks it out to his full length, enticing the rounded end of his cock from its foreskin until it stretches for more. She pulls and strokes for a moment or two, then starts to pull him backwards. Some of the other guests form a circle and close round the pair of them, clapping and cheering as if they were at a bullfight.
Mimi steps closer to see. The little man has lost no time. He clambers between Salome’s long, open legs, pushes her back onto the hard terrace stones, and pushes his cock up into her.
Over in the corner Regina has the man’s hair tangled in her fingers as she keeps his head clamped between her strong brown thighs. Her pelvis tips and twists and her long throat stretches with pleasure as he laps and sucks at her pussy. His big hands have pulled her buttocks apart and his fingers are probing and prodding inside the dark crack. He locates his target all right because Regina’s veil falls off and her long black hair swings free across her back as she bucks and thrashes against his face. Mimi touches herself frantically as she watches the man’s wet mouth tonguing and nibbling Regina’s cunt remorselessly and finger-fucks the hidden hole of her arse at the same time.
The perfumier, his jacket still buttoned up, is fucking Salome with vigorous thrusts of his neat bottom, his eyes and mouth closed and silent while her arms and legs wave like tentacles around him and her long plaits curl happily across the floor, on and on until they are coming with little shrieks and everyone around starts to applaud. The little man jumps up, leaving Salome sprawled there, and bows.
But the applause is cut short by the music being turned off sharply.
‘Enough!’ cries Regina, her skirts flying, cheeks flushed as she pushes everyone aside. ‘Mi casa e tu casa and all that, but you’re all behaving like cats on heat!’
Everyone shrugs and titters. Regina whisks out, from behind her back, a small black switch.
‘Time to bring everyone down to earth, I think. Isn’t that what we do, when we’ve sinned? A little penance or two, I think? A little punishment?’ She looks round. ‘Olivia? What about you, our little fledgling nunlet? I’m sure Mother Superior has gone at you with a whip for all that wickedness between you and Sister Benedicta. Gonna show us how it’s done?’
Annie pokes her head round behind Jacques. He glances at her, his eyes alight with recognition. At last! Someone his own size –
‘She’s gone!’ Annie cries, glancing sideways at Jacques. ‘I just saw her in the limo with the chauffeur, screeching off down the drive.’
‘Off to shag the chauffeur? Or running back to Sister Benedicta?’ Suzanne titters weakly.
‘In that case, Annie, since you were the first to sin this evening, you can be the first to be punished. On your knees.’
Annie’s ey
es go round and she shakes her head. Regina points at the space in front of her and so Annie obediently crawls along the floor. Regina doesn’t look down at her feet but straight over her head to Mimi. ‘Jacques, perhaps you’d like a go at this? I can see you’ve got the hots for her. Ever whipped a girl before?’
‘No, madame, but –’
‘Look at her. You can have her later. All cute and sweet. But first she needs punishing, because she’s a little whore!’ Regina hands him the switch. ‘She’s done it with two men already this evening. Sucked one off. Got fucked. Then the other one went up her arse. Don’t you think that’s filthy behaviour?’
Jacques licks his lips and nods. ‘Delicious.’
Regina flicks up Annie’s skirt and yanks down her white knickers to show her pale little buttocks thrust up in the moonlight.
‘Now, punish her!’
Jacques hesitates.
‘Or I’ll thrash you!’
The other men cheer and punch the air.
Jacques smiles, then positions himself sideways, holding the switch like a golf club. One of the other girls steps forward and zips up his still-open fly. The gesture seems to wake him up because then the switch is flicking through the air with a quick hiss and cuts down on Annie’s bottom with a hot, wet, swipe. Annie jerks and whimpers, her back arching, her buttocks quivering. Her knickers are stretched tight, cutting across her thighs. Mimi flinches in sympathy, wonders whether she should step in and stop this, but then she sees the way Annie wriggles excitedly, bites her lower lip, thrusts her bottom up higher, inviting more punishment.
Jacques runs his hand tenderly over the bright pink stripe slicing across Annie’s buttock. Mimi can almost feel that soft stroke across her own bottom.
‘Three more!’ barks Regina, pushing her hair off her hot face. ‘Punish the little slut!’