by Chloe Gillis
“Oh, my dear! You do surprise me! Why look how tailored and ship-shape you look! I quite like it, I do! I can see you more clearly! Come here.”
Eleanora approached Clarissa and stood before her.
“What a lovely cunt,” breathed Clarissa. She kissed it gently, slipping her tongue between the lips. With her fingers, she spread those lips and looked closely at Eleanora’s clit. Then she stood up to face her friend. Passionately, she kissed the other woman, tasting the sherry on her lips. She ran her hands down Eleanora’s chest and played with her generous breasts. Eleanora sighed contentedly. Clarissa lowered her mouth and sucked each nipple in turn, teasing them with little bites. Clarissa took Eleanora’s hand and led her to the couch.
“Lie down, dear,” she said. The older woman obeyed. Clarissa sat down, taking one of Eleanora’s long legs and draping it over her own lap. With both hands, she caressed her thighs, edging closer to the fragrant cunt between them. Clarissa licked her finger and probed between the hot lips. Eleanora was wet and that fired the desire in Clarissa. She spread Eleanora’s cunt and began to lick. Eleanora groaned in ecstasy. Clarissa licked vigorously, sucking and pulling at Eleanora’s clit, reaching into the deep recesses with her tongue.
She drew back to admire the sight. Eleanora was indeed beautiful and the trim which she had given her womanly parts had set off her private beauty exactly. Clarissa reached for the bottle of almond oil on the low table and dripped it generously between Eleanora’s legs. Then she entered her with one finger, rolling it around inside the woman, pushing and reaching deep within. Once lubricated, Clarissa put three fingers into Eleanora and pumped vigorously.
“Do you like this, my dear? Do you feel the heat of it?”
“Yes! Oh, it is lovely!” gasped Eleanora.
“Turn over and lie with your beautiful bottom across my lap,” whispered Clarissa, depositing another kiss on Eleanora’s mouth. Her friend smiled and complied.
The plump, blushing orbs were exposed on Clarissa’s lap. “You have a most adorable bottom!” exclaimed Clarissa.
She felt them all over, squeezing and pinching, kneading and spreading them, until she herself felt a sudden surge of passion. Slowly, slowly, she ran her index finger down between those sweet mounds until she could feel the wet place and the pulsing clit. Sinking three fingers into Eleanora once again, she fucked her with her fingers until the older woman squirmed and gasped. Clarissa suddenly ceased and withdrew her fingers. Reaching for a small wooden box on the table, she took out the dildo, poured oil on it and inserted it deep into Eleanora.
“Be still, Eleanora,” said Clarissa. “I am going to leave it in you while I examine you. I want to see everything about you.”
Eleanora did not reply, but endeavored to remain still, although Clarissa could feel her trembling. Gently, Clarissa spread Eleanora’s buttocks until she revealed the puckered opening above the turgid clit. She ran her finger gently around that nether door, shaking the dildo a little at the same time. She had such a desire to explore. Tentatively, she pushed her finger onto the sphincter. To her surprise, she found the opening to be quite relaxed. She pushed with more determination and her finger entered. She pushed up to the first knuckle, feeling, turning, exploring within her friend.
Eleanora whispered, “Yes. How wonderful! Fuck my arse with the dildo, dear. Fuck my nether hole.”
Clarissa withdrew her finger. She could not resist fucking Eleanora’s twat quite aggressively for a minute or two before she withdrew the dildo. It was dripping with wet and oil. Clarissa slipped it into Eleanora’s eagerly awaiting arse. The dark-haired woman moaned aloud as Clarissa sank it to the hilt and began to move it around and in and out. Reaching with her other hand, she filled Eleanora’s cunt with her fingers. Eleanora seemed entirely swept away by the action. She gave a squeal. Clarissa felt her body jerk and twitch with the intense feelings that overcame her. At last she lay quietly breathing across Clarissa’s lap. Clarissa kissed each plump cheek and withdrew the dildo.
Eleanora rose and wrapped herself in a silk robe. She lit a cigarette and resumed her seat on the couch. “Oh, Clarissa. You have a loving and generous heart, and I know you will be successful in anything you attempt. You will make many friends. This has been a lovely crossing, when it could have been the opposite. Thank you for joining me.”
Clarissa lit a cigarette for herself and leaned back against the soft arm of the sofa, blowing the smoke to the ceiling. “It has been such an education! And for that I thank you and am grateful. I know you will have a marvelous journey through Greece.”
The two embraced warmly and spent the evening in spirited discussion.
Two days later, the magnificent liner docked in London. Clarissa, clutching her overnight bag, looked out on the cheering crowds, her heart beating excitedly in anticipation of the adventure that awaited her. The gangplanks were lowered and secured.
Clarissa and Eleanora gave each other a final embrace and walked down the gangplank together. At the bottom, they each set out in separate directions. Once, Clarissa looked back over her shoulder, but Eleanora had disappeared in the teeming crowd.
Clarissa gave a little smile. She would always fondly remember the beautiful woman who had taught her so much.
Part Three
Clarissa Helps Out
THE EARLY MORNING SUN shone softly through the bedroom window. Clarissa stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to get her bearings. She was snuggled in a huge four-poster bed, hung with a delft blue canopy and curtains. She was covered in the softest and puffiest down-filled duvet she could imagine.
Still pleasantly half-asleep, she looked around the room. It was a big room, furnished with antiques. There was a large clothespress against one wall, a vanity table with a gilt mirror, and a chaise lounge. The walls were papered in a subtle beige and cream swan and scroll pattern, and hung with various works of art, large and small. Where was she? Then she remembered.
Clarissa was in the English countryside, at the country estate of her second cousin, Lady Edith Handcock. She had been sent as an emissary of sorts to represent her family at the wedding of Lady Edith’s only daughter, Annabelle. She had arrived last night after dark and, being tired after her transatlantic crossing, she had gone to bed shortly after greeting Lord and Lady Handcock and her cousin.
Now she was waking in this beautiful bedroom. There was a light tapping at her door. “Who is it?” called Clarissa.
“It’s Lizzie, miss, with your morning tea.”
“Oh! Well, how nice. Please come in.”
The door opened and a small, uniformed maid carrying a tray entered the room. Clarissa sat up. The maid set the tray down on the table beside the bed and poured steaming tea into a dainty, flowered teacup. There was a matching plate laden with assorted toast points, pots of jam, and gooey breakfast breads. Clarissa was enchanted.
“How lovely!” she exclaimed.
“It’s eight o’clock, miss,” said Lizzie. “This is just to get you going. Breakfast begins in the dining room at nine.”
“Oh, my! Well, I shall dress and be in the dining room at nine. Thank you, Lizzie.”
The maid smiled. “I will be helping you during your visit here, miss. You may call on me for anything.”
She departed, and Clarissa was left to her own devices. She reached over and brought the teacup to her lips, sipping the fragrant, hot liquid. After half a cup, she felt much more awake. She climbed out of bed and stood in front of the long window in her silk pajamas, gazing out on the green meadows, dotted here and there with horses, cattle, and sheep. It was most spectacular. Clarissa felt invigorated.
Nine o’clock found her in the massive dining room. Clarissa looked around the room and estimated there were about twenty people collected at the huge sideboard, looking over the array of breakfast foods.
Clarissa paused, not entirely sure how to proceed, but Annabelle called to her, waving from across the room. “Clarissa! Clarissa, dear! Come her
e.”
Clarissa smiled in reply and made her way across the room.
Annabelle clasped both Clarissa’s hands in her own. “Oh, how wonderful you have come to be a part of our celebration! There are only a few people from America here, and we find them quite droll! The Americans surely keep things interesting!”
“Do they?” said a young man, coming up beside Annabelle. “Whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” He was quite good-looking, tall, with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in white flannel slacks and a pale blue shirt with a regimental tie.
“Oh, darling!” exclaimed Annabelle. “Do meet my cousin from America. Miss Clarissa Hardy. We have only just met ourselves upon her arrival, but I know we shall become fast friends. Clarissa, this is my betrothed, Mr. William Barnes-Putnam.”
“So pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Barnes-Putnam,” said Clarissa politely, extending her hand. Clarissa’s manners were impeccable. She had been to finishing school, after all.
Mr. Barnes-Putnam gave her a friendly smile as he took her hand. “William, please. I am sure I am equally pleased to meet our American cousin,” he said. “Welcome, welcome!” He looked Clarissa up and down. “I say, Annabelle! I think she might quite enjoy meeting Andrew.” He winked at Clarissa in a good natured way.
Annabelle giggled. “Oh, you are incorrigible!”
Clarissa said, “I should enjoy meeting any friend of yours, I’m sure.”
A bell tinkled, breaking through the steady drone of low conversation that filled the room.
Annabelle’s father said in a loud voice, “My dear guests, please be seated. You will find your name at your place. My wife is an expert seater, and I am sure you will thoroughly enjoy those seated at each of your elbows!” He laughed heartily.
Lady Handcock tittered behind her lace handkerchief as she took her seat at the opposite end of the table from her husband.
Annabelle bent in to whisper in Clarissa’s ear. “We have put you between William and William’s school chum, Andrew Milton. I think you will enjoy Andrew.”
Breakfast turned out to be a charming affair. Coddled eggs were served in adorable porcelain ramekins, along with slices of ham, breast of pheasant, tiny sausages, boiled potatoes, and the ever-present toast points. Clarissa found Andrew Milton very interesting. He was only a little older than herself, and planning a trip to Egypt by ship, returning to England via the Continent. He had a quick smile and was quite handsome. At one point during the meal, his knee brushed ever so slightly against her thigh. Clarissa was beginning to feel quite at home amongst her new friends.
“I say, Clarissa,” said Andrew, setting down his knife and fork and leaning back in his chair, “do you fancy a set? Say, after breakfast settles, just before lunch?”
Before she could answer, Annabelle positively yelped with excitement. “Oh, yes! Andrew, what a lovely idea! You will love our court, Clarissa! We can play doubles. Boys against girls! Boy and girl against boy and girl. What fun!”
Clarissa replied, “Yes, yes. That sounds capital! Absolutely capital!” Secretly, she would rather have played one-on-one with Andrew.
“Then it’s on!” Annabelle clapped her hands together. “Oh, I know I am anxious about our big day, William, and this physical activity will surely help settle our nerves!”
The tennis game did turn out to be invigorating. Clarissa held back a little and did not play with her usual competitive tenacity and accuracy, feeling it might not be proper to show up one’s hosts. Andrew was indeed a good player, and she would have loved to meet him head-to-head. Perhaps another day. There was still a week to go to the wedding.
They stopped playing as the morning began to reach midday. It was getting rather warm, and the boys were sweating up a storm. Clarissa and Annabelle played less and less vigorously, trying to keep their perspiration to a fine mist.
At last, William said, “I say, it’s getting quite humid! Annabelle, if you have a fainting fit, we will have to postpone the wedding, and that will be too much to bear! Let’s all quit while we’re ahead!”
Clarissa was more than ready to hang up her racquet. “What a grand time!” she said, smiling at Andrew, who winked back at her.
“Walk me to the house, please, William,” said Annabelle. “I think I shall take a short nap before lunch.”
Andrew trotted to catch up to Clarissa, who walked beside Annabelle and William. “I say, Clarissa, old sport,” he said, taking her hand, “you don’t feel ready for a nap, do you? Let’s cool down with a walk in the gardens instead!”
“Why not!” said Clarissa eagerly. Her heart gave a little leap.
Annabelle called over her shoulder to them, “Have a look at the horses at the stable while you’re walking around. Clarissa, you ride, don’t you? Good! Well, tomorrow we will go for a hack before breakfast. There is a fine bay mare there, who I am sure you will find a lovely ride. Her name is Pimpernel.”
Before she could reply, Andrew had pulled her, not too gently, onto the path through the rhododendrons that led to the stables. As soon as they disappeared into the foliage, he drew her to him and planted the most delightful kiss right on her lips.
“Oh, Andrew!” she gasped when he released her. She could feel her blood rising.
“I say! I wanted to do that all through the stupid game! Hope you don’t mind, old girl!”
“I must say, it’s a bit of surprise,” replied Clarissa coyly. “However, I can’t say I didn’t imagine the same thing myself! I thought that game would never end!”
“This wedding may prove to be fun after all! Let’s go find a place to play some other kinds of games, shall we?”
Andrew led her through the thicket of rhododendrons to the stable. They went in. The place had the sweet smell of hay and the comforting scent of horses and leather.
“Follow me,” whispered Andrew, taking her by the hand. A steep stair led up through a trap door in the ceiling. Clarissa followed closely behind him as he climbed the stairs. She found herself in the dim light of the haymow.
Andrew lay back against a fragrant pile of loose hay. Reaching up, he took Clarissa’s hand and pulled her gently down to him. Clarissa lay back in the soft hay, exhaling softly as Andrew rolled over onto her body and kissed her deeply. She could feel all her senses coming alive as the handsome young man’s kisses blazed a trail down her throat and between her breasts. Instinctively, she opened her thighs. Andrew looked up from his kissing and smiled at her. He slipped his hand under her cute, white cotton tennis dress, and the gauzy slip underneath it, gasping a little when he suddenly realized she was wearing no other underwear.
“I say, Clarissa!” he whispered hoarsely.
Clarissa gave a little laugh. “It was hot today,” she explained. “I thought the slip would be enough.”
“You are a capital girl!” Andrew raised himself up, kneeling between her legs. Deftly, he undid his belt and dropped his white flannels, freeing his erect and ready cock.
Clarissa sized up the shiny head on the generous shaft and smiled up at him. “Why, Andrew, you are fairly capital yourself!”
“Open your legs. Let me in, please!”
“Not so fast!” Clarissa sat up.
“Be a sport, Clarissa! You can’t shut a bloke down at this stage of the game!”
“Oh, I’m not shutting anybody down!” Clarissa laughed and took the rigid member in both hands, stroking and squeezing it softly. Carefully she placed a kiss right on the glossy head and then took it between her lips. She was gratified to hear an audible, ecstatic moan escape Andrew. She began to suck his cock, gently at first, then harder and harder, running it deeper into her mouth. Andrew’s head rolled on his shoulders in euphoric delirium. She took his balls in one hand, squeezing and massaging them. He began to thrust himself into her mouth. Finally, she stopped. It would be no good for her to finish him off here. Lying back in the hay, she lifted her skirts, spreading her legs wide.
“Is this where you want to be?” she whispered,
slipping one of her fingers into her wet cunt. She spread her lips for him. Andrew made no reply, but taking his cock in his hand, he guided it into the waiting warmth and wetness. Clarissa felt the relief of it as it filled her cunt.
“Fuck my twat,” she commanded. “Fuck me hard!”
Andrew needed no encouragement. With renewed vigor, he began to hammer her relentlessly, driving his hard cock, which only seemed to grow harder, in and out of her. He gripped her hips and lifted her bottom onto his lap, all the while ramming into her with delectable force. The pure power with which he pounded her fired a wantonness in Clarissa. She felt a dizzying swirl engulf her. Her wet cunt spasmed, and suddenly, her climax crashed around her. She cried aloud with the overwhelming frenzy of it, twisting and humping her hips to meet his. Suddenly, he gripped her, doubling over, with a grunting groan. He pulled out quickly and collapsed upon her, his juice running over her heaving belly.
The two of them lay there for a while. At last Andrew raised his head. He kissed her on the cheek and said, “I say, old girl! You are jolly good fun!”
“Why thank you, Andrew,” replied Clarissa. “I do enjoy a good romp once in a while. You have made my stay here much more enjoyable than I could have predicted!”
After that, the rest of the week went quite quickly. Clarissa woke each morning looking forward to that day’s adventures. She came to truly like Annabelle, and the two of them spent a good deal of the daytime together until two days before the wedding when Annabelle’s bridesmaids began to arrive and the wedding preparations began to take precedence over all other activities in the home.
Clarissa was grateful, therefore, for Andrew’s friendship and attentions. He slipped into her room nearly every night after everybody was abed—and then slipped into her.
They had much fun. Clarissa was especially impressed with Andrew’s staying power. The piston-like repetitions of his vigorous thrusts had the power to bring her to multiple climaxes, something she had heretofore not considered. It was delightful!