Twisted Oak: A Sexual Odyssey

by Blanche, Neige

  “Yes, ma’am,” Marie said.

  “Don’t call me that. It makes me feel old,” Girl said with a smile. “How did this conversation get so heavy?”

  “You’re heavy, Girl,” Mr. Delacroix said as Thomas poured the wine. “There’s not a simple bone in that delicious body of yours.”

  I wondered just how many times he had tasted it.

  39.

  We took a walk along the bayou after lunch, Mr. Delacroix and I hand in hand and Marie and Girl arm in arm. I delighted in Girl’s ability to live her life in the moment. She was certain the universe would give her everything she needed to survive, and so far, she had been proven correct. She took joy in everything, from the birds and the grass to the clouds and the sky. She picked small white wild flowers as we walked and placed them in a basket Marie carried. Mr. Delacroix was right when he said she would lift our spirits. I would endeavor to be more like her and stop overthinking. As Girl herself kept saying, “It is what it is and what shall be.”

  We entered the master suite, dark and closed up upon Jackson’s departure. “These rooms are gonna change right quick,” Mr. Delacroix said in his Southern drawl.

  Marie, Girl, and I disrobed. Girl’s body, well maintained, seemed young and supple. I wondered if her vegetarian diet and yoga was the answer.

  Mr. Delacroix bent to find the key in the dresser drawer in the black room. “Let’s have fun, ladies. I could really use a good show.”

  “You’re not playing this time?” Girl asked.

  “Nope, femmes trois manières que j'observe,” he said with a smile and led the way up the spiral staircase. “It’s time for me to relax and live in the now.”

  He turned on the low lights above the large bed in the corner but kept the rest of the room black as pitch. The music and our voices echoed as if in a large space, but the blackness surrounding us made it seem as though we were in a small echo chamber.

  “There are no rules, ladies, and the use of toys is completely permitted.” He turned a large cushioned chair around for better viewing. “Girl, saisir l'instant.”

  Girl took my hand. “We are commanded to seize the moment. Our bodies are our temples of pleasure, Neige Blanche. Come on, Marie, let’s follow our bliss. Let’s go to the moon.” She laughed and pulled me down by the hand onto the soft mattress. Marie followed with a giggle.

  Girl ran her hand through Marie’s hair and kissed her gently. “My Marie, you’ll know pleasure without a man.”

  She took my hand and placed it on her breast. “Come, Neige Blanche,” her breathy voice said between kisses, “kiss me.” Our kiss was sweet and gentle. Her green eyes looked translucent in the red light. My fingers found her erect nipple and toyed with it. Her breasts were softer than Marie’s, round and full. Marie found the other with her mouth and sucked greedily.

  “Oh, my girls.” She lay back to reveal herself. Her long legs spread open. Marie immediately went to work between her legs with her eager fingers, and I moved to suck on her breast. Girl’s hand found mine and held it gently, pulling it toward her mouth. She licked my nipple with her warm tongue before sucking it gently. Her touch, her feel, was nothing like that of the men. She smelled of flowers and earth.

  Marie must have done something to make her groan, and she let go of my breast, pulled my face into hers, and kissed me hard. For as lithe as her build was, she was strong. Marie entered my peripheral vision and took Girl’s left breast in her mouth; out of instinct, I moved down to her right. I ran my tongue down to her eager hips, soft, long, and sweet. I heard Mr. Delacroix say, “Good girl, Nez.”

  His words of encouragement and Girl’s reminder to follow our bliss echoed in my mind. I positioned myself on my elbows between her wide-open legs and began to do as Mr. Delacroix had shown me, licking her like an ice cream cone. She tasted like sea salt and butter.

  I glanced up to see Marie straddling Girl’s face. Marie had such a great ass. I plunged my tongue into Girl’s wet, inviting vagina. Her hips lifted to meet me. I placed my hands under her ass and squeezed, licking her clit until she was on the brink. I looked up and saw Marie on all fours, with Girl’s hand inside her.

  Mr. Delacroix held a large dildo out for me to use. “That’s good, Nezzie,” he said, and sat back down in his chair. I slowly inserted the dildo deep inside Girl and worked it back and forth and around. Her hips began moving wildly. I pushed the dildo in and out fast until I heard her moan.

  “Neige Blanche, that’s perfect.” She kept her rhythm, accepting the tool deep into her.

  “Oh, Neige, that was lovely, but you can’t allow me to take all the pleasure.” Girl nudged Marie aside. “You two young things need more. Let me try something.” She rummaged through the collection of toys on a nearby table near the basket of condoms. “Both of you go on all fours with your backsides to one another. Humor me and give Mr. Delacroix a thrill.”

  Marie and I turned away from each other and went on all fours. I could feel Marie’s toes touching mine.

  “Move closer, girls,” she said as she kneeled next to us. “Move closer so your thighs are next to one another like you’re gonna bump bums,” she giggled. “I wanna see you bump bums, don’t you, Mr. Delacroix?”

  “Oh yes, Girl, make them bump bums.”

  Marie and I backed into one another and bumped our rear ends together. “That’s so cute,” Girl squealed, making Marie and I laugh at one another. I felt Marie bump me again so I bumped her back in a playful manner.

  “Okay, girls, hold still, close your eyes, and open up for a big surprise.”

  I stayed still and closed my eyes. Marie was giggling. I felt Girl’s hand on my buttocks. A wide, long dildo slid into me and I let out an audible yelp.

  “Hold still, Neige Blanche, and let me finish the surprise,” she said.

  I did my best not to wiggle. I heard Marie let out a gasp.

  “Okay, my young things, bump your bums and fuck each other.”

  I rocked back and forth and I felt Marie moving as well. The challenge was to figure out a rhythm so that we could mutually enjoy our shared toy. When it finally came, we rocked into each other so the double-headed dildo would move in and out of our bodies. I could hear Marie breathing in an attempt to maintain the rhythm so I joined in. Mr. Delacroix was at the edge of his seat, sitting on his hands. I enjoyed performing for him.

  “Come on, Nezzie baby,” he said, so I moved quicker, making us lose the rhythm for a moment, but Marie soon picked up her pace and we rocked on in ecstasy. I felt the invigorating waves of orgasm begin in the center of my body and I started to shudder with excitement. “Here it comes, Nezzie, I can tell,” he said.

  Girl was coaching Marie in a similar manner and I heard Marie begin to moan. The sound of her voice made my orgasmic wave move quickly to my extremities, all the way to the bottom of my feet. I let out a long groan and knew I could not hold it off any longer. I came fast and it lasted a long time. Marie pushed into me and me into her, gouging that glorious tool deep. It was an amazing feeling to orgasm with another woman. I fell to my elbows and Girl took the dildo away, leaving an empty space of dazzling pleasure.

  Mr. Delacroix continued to sit at the edge of his chair, ever observant. Marie leaned back on her elbows. I crawled to her and kissed her open mouth passionately, and we fell together on the soft mattress. Her hand moved to my crotch, searching for my opening. My mouth found her nipple and my hand found her vagina. We stayed this way, moving our hips with one another until we finally settled into a new level of contentment.

  “Oh, miss,” she said to me, “you’re beautiful.”

  “So are you, Marie, so are you.”

  The rest of the world disappeared. We fell into a kiss.

  I felt Mr. Delacroix’s hand on my bicep, pulling me off Marie without a word. His hand seemed rough in comparison to the women’s. I longed for the soft sweetness of their touch a
s he dragged me across the expanse toward a dim red light.

  “Sir,” I began.

  “Not a word, Nezzie, not a peep, do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” As my eyes began to adjust to the low light, he wrapped my head in a thick black blindfold. I stood vulnerable, naked, and blind, but I trusted him as he bound my wrists in front. He pulled them tightly together with rough leather, and that familiar pleasure and disgust mixed in my body and mind. I moaned audibly and let my mind go. I was his object to do with as he pleased.

  “Quiet.” He secured my hands to something above me. “Stay fucking still.”

  The feeling of blind disorientation was dizzying. My heart raced with a twinge of panic. My breath became ragged and shallow and I feared hyperventilation.

  “Breathe, Nez, ya gotta breathe.”

  I felt him back away from me. I knew he was waiting for me to breathe normally. Standing there looking at me with eyes I could not see, he helped me come back to my center and breathe.

  I know he knows what I like. I know he won't hurt me. The pain is for my benefit, it's for the best.

  “Good girl,” he said as he turned me around slowly, wrapping me and binding me with thick straps. “Good girl, Nezzie, I love you. God, I love you,” he crooned as he continued to turn me, making me dizzy as he bound my torso. “Oh fuck, I love you.” He pulled the straps tighter, constricting my breasts, stomach, and pelvis. The pleasure pain began to set in.

  “These straps are love, Nezzie. They bind you in love. I bind you in love. I love you.” He yanked tighter, making me gasp, but I worked hard to remain silent and still as he wished. His hands and breath were shaking.

  He pulled the binding tight once more and buckled it around my hips. I was relieved he did not bind me between my legs like before, but I felt much more constricted this time. He untied my hands and let them fall to my sides, which made the straps dig into my armpits. He startled me when he abruptly lifted my body and set me down on my back onto something that moved. My head lolled back with no support. My thoughts went to Monique and her sailcloth. He secured my feet in stirrups, spreading my legs as wide as humanly possible, straining my hips.

  “Oh yeah,” he panted and came around and pulled each arm back, securing my wrists behind me, leaving them hanging together, straining my shoulders. I could hear him breathing hard as he walked around me, inspecting his work.

  “Oh god,” his voice shaking, “you are fucking stunning.” He grabbed my breasts, squeezed, and then pinched my nipples. “I love you more than anything. Thank you, Nezzie, oh god, thank you.” I felt familiar clamps tightening on each nipple.

  His hands moved to my thighs. I could feel him line his manhood up with my open, accepting, wet vagina. Bound painfully tight, the aching in my groin for his entry heightened. Every move of my muscles accentuated my arousal. I began to fight against the bindings. The body orgasm wave enveloped me. My body depleted and my vagina dripped, ached, opened. I fell into my bindings and allowed all my pleasure to come to that point of entry, his port of pleasure, my pleasure pathway.

  “Please, sir,” I whispered, “oh god, please.”

  He held my thighs tight and bore into me. His voice cracked as he grunted. He dug deeper, grinding himself into me, groaning and pushing.

  “I love you,” he moaned. “Jesus, I love you.” The deep pleasure pain intensified.

  He pushed and pulled me, going in and out at will as he stood firm, groaning in an even tone of meditative joy. I gave myself over to the fullness of him in me, of me for him, the two of us in a moment of radiant existence, pure physical pleasure at the highest levels of human experience. Every inch of me was for him, as it would be for eternity. I disappeared in the moment as he disappeared into me.

  We shared mutual climax with tears followed by bittersweet joy, breathing in time with one another, not wanting to break the physical bond.

  “God, Nez,” he said as he pulled the blindfold off my head. “Jesus, I can barely stand.” He lifted my head up. “Let me get your ankles first.”

  He made quick work of freeing my legs and helped guide my stiff hips and thighs back to normal posture. “You okay?” He came back around and untied my wrists, helping me sit. Gravity tugged at the nipple clamps. The chain was cool against my tummy.

  “Yes, sir,” I smiled, “never better.”

  “I’m so glad.” He stood in front of me, taking my hands in his. “Can you stand up?” He secured the swing so it would not move, making it easier for me to stand.

  “I’m not sure, sir.”

  “Then let me unbind you while you sit and gather yourself.” He loosened the clamps and pulled them, causing needle-like stings. He found the buckles on my belly and went to work unwinding the thick leather strap. The burning pain erupted and I could feel the redness coming to the surface of my skin. Thick leather bands on my wrists and ankles hid the marks that were assuredly there. The marks on my torso were hot and red, but my breath came easier. The air smelled of sweat, our love juices, leather, and him— my lord, my love, my savior to whom I’d give my body and soul. I began to swoon, so he caught me and laid me back in the swing. “Take a minute. There’s almost nothing left of you,” he smiled. “You’ve given me so much.”

  “Thank you for allowing me the honor, my lord. You can take more if you like.” I attempted to spread my legs in the stirrups, but they felt like lead.

  “Hush now,” he said as he pushed the sweaty hair out of my face.

  Eventually, he and I gained enough strength to descend the steep spiral staircase. With the help of his strong arms and the solid, iron railing, we slowly made our way down the dimly lit passage to reality. He guided me to the sofa in our sitting room and kneeled in front of me. I held his head in my hands and faded to dark.

  I awoke to the sound of tapping on the door. The room was darkening in the evening light and Mr. Delacroix was deep asleep, still sitting on the floor at my feet, his breath warm against my thigh. A small envelope slid beneath the door and footsteps faded away.

  I still wore the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. My torso bore the marks of the afternoon’s activities and small bruises appeared on my thighs where he’d held them so tightly; more badges of courage. I was sore between my legs, but I was uncertain if it was from him or the dildo Marie and I had played with. My neck was stiff from the swing and from sleeping sitting up.

  “My lady, my queen, are you still with me?” he stirred. “Am I still yours?”

  “Yes, my lord, we’re still one.”

  “Come, my love, let’s go to bed,” he said and stretched his arms.

  “Someone just slid a note under the door, my lord.”

  He stood and stretched the small of his back. “Fuck it. Who cares? Let’s go to bed.”

  “Sir, it’s probably Thomas wondering about dinner.”

  “What about it? It can wait. Come on,” he insisted as he took my hand.

  “Yes, sir,” I said reluctantly.

  “Are you hungry?” He was suddenly concerned about my welfare.

  “I’m sorry, my love, I’m too selfish with you. I don’t wanna share. Please forgive me.”

  “Of course I forgive you, but go get the note, sir.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a weary smile. He walked in beautiful nakedness toward the note. Even in his exhausted state, he could not say no to my direction. If commanded to run a mile, he would have. With him, power was constantly shifting, a dynamic, random motion like waves hitting the shore.

  “What does it say, sir?” I asked as he opened the envelope.

  “As always, my love, you’re correct. Thomas says he’s serving dinner at seven for Marie and Girl and will hold dinner for us. God, I wonder what time it is.”

  “Who cares, my lord?” I asked with a smile.

  “Not I.” He took my hand in his and led me
to the bedroom where he fucked me in every orifice until we were absolutely spent.

  * * *

  “Neige Blanche,” his voice was distant as if in a dream, “it’s time to get up, my dear. We have to get ready.”

  Blackness surrounded our cocoon. “Sir, what time is it?”

  “I dunno, maybe around five or so. We slept through dinner.” He walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Mr. Delacroix was an early riser and I would have to get used to it. “We’ve got an exciting day ahead of us, baby. I have the perfect thing planned. You’re gonna love it.”

  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and looked outside into the darkness. “What good is it to get up before the sun, my lord?”

  “What did you say, my love?” he shouted from the bathroom.

  “Nothing, sir.” I padded my way across the bedroom floor to the bright steamy bathroom and sat on the toilet. I was sore everywhere.

  “Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well?” he asked from behind the shower curtain.

  “Yes, sir, but I have a question.” I stood at the mirror looking at my body full of marks and bruises and began to unbuckle the leather cuffs from my wrists.

  He must have heard the buckle. “Nezzie, ask my permission before you remove those.”

  “Yes, sir. May I?”

  “No. I’ll do it in a minute. What’s your question?”

  I left the buckle intact and began to brush my knotted hair. “Sir, how is it that you have such staying power? I wasn’t aware a man could just screw and screw like you did last night.”

  “That’s your doing, my dear,” he said as he stepped out of the running shower. “You make me that way.” He took my wrist, unbuckled the cuff, and set it on the vanity. I gave him my other and he freed it, as well. He kneeled on his towel, unbuckled my ankles, and kissed each foot. “You do this to me.”

  “Mr. Delacroix, I love you,” I said, placing my hands on his head. He leaned into my thighs.