Splashes of warmth fell over her breasts, and the sticky whiteness was massaged into the satin skin by the same hands that had aroused her nipples to greater prominence. Above her, Reggie groaned, his hands releasing her head as his penis released his semen.
In white streams like weak icing, Reggie’s come settled on her breasts. Nadine’s hands rolled through it, massaging it over her until there was no whiteness left and only the stickiness sank into her skin. She massaged it right up into the tips of Penny’s nipples so they glistened like spun silver.
The last tremors of climax shivered down her thighs and she sighed her satisfaction amid deep breaths and light moans of pleasure. At this moment, Penny felt as though she had been the centre of the universe – in this room anyway. She opened her eyes, closed them again, and savoured the last tingles of delight. When she reopened them, her eyes met those of Alistair. Would he take her now? He stared, blinked self-consciously, then looked away. ‘I think she’s got the message,’ he said, and rose to his feet.
Eyes still watching Alistair yet free of her bonds, Nadine massaged Penny’s arms.
‘Enough for tonight?’ Nadine’s question was aimed at her brother.
‘Enough for tonight. But there’s always tomorrow.’
Penny found it hard to drag her eyes away from Alistair. He looked so cool and so calmly in charge of the situation. Yet there was something in his look that expressed torment. He was like a master of ceremonies or ringmaster. He was the boss, detailing and explaining what was to be done, yet contributing nothing to it.
Nadine’s lips brushing gently against her cheek distracted her. ‘Do you ache very much, my darling pussy-cat?’ cooed Nadine, her voice as thick and sweet as syrup.
Penny dragged her eyes from Alistair and stared directly at his sister. She blinked, thought of herself and exactly how she did feel. ‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘I do ache a little – my arms especially. At this moment, I’d love Gregory to give me a massage.’
Nadine positively purred with delight. The ice-cold eyes sparkled with sweet-shop anticipation.
‘Gregory should be in bed by now, my pretty. He usually is. Anyway, why disturb him, pussy-cat? I’ll give you a massage.’
The smile Penny gave Nadine was sweet, but not necessarily innocent.
8
‘I WANT YOU to massage me,’ Nadine said, once they were back in Penny’s room, where a massive flower arrangement set on a table in the middle of the room graced the air with garden-like freshness.
She didn’t wait for an answer, but just pulled off what few clothes she had on and lay out face down on the bed.
Before taking the top off the oil bottle, Penny, who was already naked, glanced at the big mirror. She had no doubt that Nadine had told Alistair something more than just goodnight.
Nadine’s body was snow-white against the rich red and green of the tapestry bedcover. Her body was also very long, her feet curling over the foot of the bed and the top of her head brushing the carved headboard.
Nadine moaned as Penny began to run and roll her hands over her body.
‘My intention was to invigorate your muscles, pretty pussy, not for you to invigorate mine,’ she purred, stretching as she said it, her hips rolling slightly against the roughness of the bedcover.
Penny stood statuesque and resolute, her skin glowing in the aftermath of the exacting session she had just endured. She watched her rolling behind, and the cheeks tight and small like a young boy’s.
And how are you enjoying that? she thought, knowing that Nadine was rolling her own pert clitoris against the roughness of the bedspread.
‘The more pliant your muscles, the more benefit mine will receive,’ Penny said sweetly.
Nadine rested her head on folded arms whilst Penny oiled her hands again. Faint murmurs of pleasure came from Nadine’s mouth and were breathed into the crisp whiteness of the pillow as Penny’s hands spread and pressed at the sinuous flesh.
Nadine’s flesh tensed and shivered with pleasure as Penny pushed the ball of her palms into the tight muscles of her shoulders. She probed with fingers made strong by holding in check the head of plunging horses before flying over five-foot spreads or striped cross beams.
Not without selfish intent, Penny repositioned and sat astride a rounded bottom that was soft-skinned, yet hard beneath the lingering wetness and open lips of her own sex. She murmured a little as she wriggled astride Nadine’s boyish bottom. Her sex moistened and her clit erected as she felt the tight cheeks bunch compulsively beneath her.
With serious precision, she worked the muscles on either side of Nadine’s spine, her thumbs following each nobble of the long indentation that lay so close to the skin. She smoothed her hands upwards, the oiled flesh glistening beneath her touch, then brought them down again, the thumbs pressing in feather-like outward strokes as she progressed downwards towards the rising mounds of Nadine’s behind and the forest of her own body hair.
‘Delicious,’ Nadine murmured, her eyes closed to add greater perception to her other senses.
Penny studied Nadine’s face as she lay supine. White lashes lay barely perceptible against the paleness of high-boned cheeks. Beneath the straight patrician nose, her mouth was wide and slightly open, exposing the strong white teeth which even now clutched resolutely at the butt of a black cheroot.
Questions circled in Penny’s mind. She wanted to know more about Alistair, and more about his relationship with his sister. She also wanted to know more about herself from those questions. She wanted to find out where her new and acute sexuality had come from and what had caused its release. How much more was there to discover about this place, these people and herself? Softly, she told herself, go softly.
‘Was tonight a foretaste of things to come?’ she asked as her fingertips deftly rubbed the nape of Nadine’s neck.
‘Hmmm?’ murmured the wide mouth.
‘Was that a yes?’
Nadine chuckled into the pillow. ‘Tonight was a mere aperitif, my pretty. It gets better. The premier cru is still to come.’ She purred her answer, like a stroked pet craving for more of what she was already receiving.
Penny paused, and grimaced as Nadine spat the cheroot butt from her mouth. Then she studied the clusters of ornamental plasterwork on the ceiling before attempting another question. Continue the softening of the body, she reasoned, and the sharp mind will follow.
‘Doesn’t Alistair ever join in?’
The lashes flickered, the nostrils flared slightly. Hesitation was obvious. ‘Only on special occasions – in exceptional circumstances.’ The pale eyes opened and Nadine looked back at Penny over her shoulder. ‘When the time is ripe,’ Nadine added.
Penny slowed the massage and lowered her eyes to the white and now gleaming skin. She wondered when those special occasions would be and what the exceptional circumstances were. And when would the time be ripe and who would judge that it was so?
But she didn’t ask. Not yet anyway. She altered position until she was further down Nadine’s body, her legs straddling her lower thighs. Her eyes travelled over the rounded cheeks, as white as the rest of Nadine’s taut flesh. The rising of her dividing cleft was marked with a solitary dimple. She leant low over Nadine’s back, her thumbs on her spine, her palms and fingers spread to encompass the narrow waist. Briefly her nipples trailed over the naked flesh with no more than the touch of the lightest butterfly. A delicious shiver ran from her white shoulders to the snowy mountains of her behind. Penny, sensing the reaction Nadine was getting from the brushing of her nipples, repeated the movement, taking her own pleasure from the brief yet tingling touch before running her hands down over the hip-bones and cupping each cheek in an oily palm, her thumbs curving over the rising flesh to the cleft between.
Nadine purred again with pleasure and wriggled her hips, her bottom rising as if inviting Penny to press harder, and to probe more deeply. Now, Penny judged, the time was ripe to ask another question.
‘What are these speci
al occasions?’
Nadine’s lips curled back soundlessly from her teeth before she chuckled again into the pillow.
‘Patience, my little pussy-cat, patience. I know what you’re getting at.’ One grey eye opened and regarded Penny above a snow-white shoulder. ‘Your time will come, my pretty. Your time will come.’ Her voice had become a growl. Warning ran parallel in her voice with low murmurs of pleasure.
Beneath Penny’s straddled thighs and moist sex, Nadine rolled over completely, the fleshy pink crowns of her small breasts pointing obscenely skywards. ‘Now, oil me some more. I want you to rub my nipples first – just to get me going.’
Her eyes opened. Penny held her gaze for just a moment, then looked down again at the pure white flesh. For all the willpower she seemed to possess at this precise moment, she might just as well have been an odalisque in some Eastern harem. It seemed as though what Nadine wanted was also what she wanted. There appeared to be no dividing line between the two. By instinct, she knew what she had to do next.
Her pubic hairs brushed over Nadine’s flesh as she slid up over the reclining body until she straddled her waist. She re-oiled her hands and drank in the piquant beauty of Nadine’s snowy orbs, the hard nubs of dense sensitivity rising from areolae as plush as pink velvet.
Although her gaze was full of promised delights, she resisted their lure and placed her hands around Nadine’s neck, pressing slightly so that a look of something resembling fear entered her grey eyes. Then they relaxed, her fingers running down the sinews, over the collar-bone to the smooth skin of Nadine’s shoulders.
Nadine, reassured that Penny was as compliant as she had previously judged, closed her eyes and murmured her gratitude. Her nipples visibly pouted to be included.
Unable to resist any longer, Penny closed the tips of one finger and one thumb over each. The fine ridges of the thrusting protrusions felt strangely silky beneath her touch. She felt them rise, then grow more engorged with blood and desire as her palms rested there.
‘Harder,’ breathed Nadine.
Penny clasped the nipples more tightly and pulled them upwards as high as she could until the whole of the breast seemed suspended on each glaring nub of rosy tissue. The oil made them more glossy, lending a silvery shine to the translucent skin. They looked succulent, too succulent to leave just to trembling fingers. Urged by waves of energy generated from within, Penny took the swollen flesh into her mouth. She closed her eyes as her lips covered them; she sucked hard and long and felt the nipple growing to an even greater proportion on her tongue. She sucked again and again, nibbling every so often as the fingers on the other hand continued to pull at its partner, then to tease and pinch it to respond better than it already had.
‘Suck me harder,’ Nadine’s voice rasped through her lips. Her nails began to dig into Penny’s back, then one hand pressed against her head, holding her fast against the swollen breast, forcing her to suck, nibble and bite exactly how and when Nadine wanted her to.
Penny managed to gulp air before the lean, yet uncommonly strong hands forced her lips on to the other breast. She repeated what she had already done, her mouth sucking long and hard, her teeth nipping gently, then more firmly, at the growing flesh. All the time, Penny’s other hand pinched and pulled at the newly released nipple, which was now swollen and red from her oral treatment of it.
As the hand that held her relaxed, her mouth released its delicacy. She kissed between the breasts, her wet tongue and nipping teeth eliciting more cloudy exclamations from Nadine’s throat.
Her head and her hands began to move again. She trailed low over the narrow waist, the flat stomach. Her own proud nipples brushed lightly over the skin as her hands massaged the lean hips.
She raised herself up slightly so her hands could come inwards, and her fingers and eyes could examine the prominence of the shorn mound of Nadine’s sex. How naked it looked, the lips purely white and as smooth as cream, a stripe of pink showing like a delicate insert of glistening silk in between.
Nadine’s legs widened. Hanging from amid the fleshy lips, Penny could see the pink frills of the inner petals and the fattening bud of Nadine’s clitoris as it thrust out from its fringe of moist flesh.
Moans of pleasure accompanied the writhing of thighs, the thrusting of belly and sex before Penny’s face. Penny could feel the silkiness of Nadine’s flesh together with the plump sexuality of her naked labia.
She slid her fingers further, lightly teasing the gleaming frills and the springing love bud. They looked sweet, dripping with the honey of arousal. She bent lower. Her tongue tasted the smoothness of the outer lips before dipping in between, savouring the salty sweetness of another woman on her tongue.
Nadine’s murmurs of pleasure were nothing to Penny now. Again, her own sex was responding to stimuli, her hips rocking gently as her fingers opened and probed more deeply, more languorously, to explore the petals and undulations of Nadine’s sex.
Nothing could stop her from seeking her own climax. She swivelled round so her own pussy was above Nadine’s face and she felt a shiver of delight course over her belly as the long, white hands gripped her buttocks before the wide mouth sucked at her and the long tongue teased at her clit.
Sensations of rising climax made their bodies rock in unison as their tongues dipped faster. Their teeth nipped in a sprightly fashion at each other’s pink flesh, that which was usually hidden and was now so well-exposed.
Musk and sweetness spread in equal portions to cover Penny’s face. She plunged faster, her fingers and mouth determined not to just imitate Nadine’s actions, but to surpass her.
Their bodies fell together, their hips jerking in pulsating time as the high-crested waves of a shattering climax flowed over their entwined flesh. Buttocks plunged and breasts swayed until the last eddies of delight had shivered over their sublime bodies and faded away down their lean thighs.
‘You have hidden depths, pussy-cat,’ said Nadine thoughtfully, as they lay together afterwards. ‘I do not believe you even knew you had such talents yourself.’
Beneath the long fingers that stroked so soothingly through her mane of dark hair – and those that traced imaginary lines over her taut rear – Penny herself pondered the same things. There was no doubt that she’d always been sexual, but these new practices to which she had only lately been introduced had never been part of that sexuality. Something had triggered them off, and now, once they’d escaped, there seemed no heights to which they did not aspire. Perhaps it was the wager, she told herself, the excitement of trying to seduce a man who so far had proved elusive. She didn’t know the answer, but achieving the seduction of Alistair and the winning of her wager with Ariadne might very well be it.
The hand that had stroked her hair now stroked her face. The stark grey eyes met hers, though Nadine’s look was glassy and distant. ‘I shall divulge a lot before your stay here is out . . . tell you things, show you things,’ she said throatily. ‘So will Alistair. I hope you learn well, my dear. I hope you learn very well.’
Penny studied the sharply defined cheek-bones and the deep set of the chilly eyes before she responded.
‘I’m sure I will.’
The gaze held hers. The smile was close-lipped and thoughtful, yet at the same time full of dark knowledge.
‘Any and everything, pretty pussy, any and everything.’ The voice was low and slow as poured treacle. Her kiss was warm and moist; again, Penny melted beneath the soothing hands of Alistair’s sister.
Behind the mirror, Alistair watched. Gregory stood behind him, his eyes also caught by the scene.
‘You just wait, you hot little bitch,’ Alistair said grimly. ‘You just wait.’
He said it almost as though he had forgotten that Gregory was there. It certainly looked that way to Gregory. Alistair’s eyes were boring into the glass as though just by the heat of their desire he could make holes through it, smash it and leap through, drag Nadine off the bed and plunge his aching tool into the young showjumper
.
Gregory asked himself why Alistair didn’t take Penny when and where he wanted. Even though he had known her for only a short time, he certainly couldn’t envisage her saying no to anything Alistair might suggest.
But he wouldn’t ask Alistair why he didn’t. It wasn’t his place to. All he knew, as he looked at Alistair tonight, was that his jaw was clenched almost to breaking-point and his fists were balled so tight that his knuckles showed white. He couldn’t believe that Alistair wasn’t aroused. He certainly was. His cock was rocking against the front of his faded and over-tight, blue jeans, and beneath the blackness of his T-shirt, his heart flooded his body with rivers of passionate blood.
When Alistair did tear his eyes away from the mirror, Gregory could see droplets of sweat running down his forehead.
‘Where’s Auberon?’ Alistair asked somewhat curtly.
‘Saying good night to his animals. He always does.’
Alistair nodded grimly before stalking off.
Gregory only glanced at him before looking back to the scene on the other side of the mirror.
He didn’t care that Alistair was going to take his unrequited passion out an Auberon. He didn’t care, because he knew Auberon enjoyed the sting of the whip and the abuse that Alistair would mete out to his naked body – indeed, he knew full well he would welcome it.
Gregory waited until Nadine rose from the bed, kissed the apparently sleeping Penny on the shoulder, then departed from the darkened room. He waited another ten minutes after the door had closed behind Alistair’s sister before he saw Penny stir and smile sleepily towards the mirror. Even though she could not see him, he smiled back, went out the same door as Alistair had left by, and made his way down the steps that came out behind a thick green tapestry on the landing. Then he pushed down the handle of the door that opened into her room.
‘Gregory,’ she said in a soft and yielding voice, ‘I’ve been longing for this.’
‘So I noticed,’ he replied in a hushed and expectant voice.
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