Deborah's Discovery

by Fredrica Alleyn

  Deborah didn’t know what was happening to her. One moment the huge climax was slowing down, leaving her spent and relaxed and the next her whole body felt as though it had been shot through with an electric current and an incredible sensation of pressure grew in her bladder until she was afraid she was going to lose control of herself. Then that sensation spread out and down through her whole pelvic area and it seemed as though a giant hand was picking her up and shaking her as every possible part of her took on a life of its own. She was grateful when Pavin threw himself across her heaving body and then his mouth was on her breasts, greedily sucking at first one nipple and then the other while his teeth grazed the flesh around it and still the intense sharp-edged sensations coursed through her and she heard herself gibbering, crying out meaningless words as both her mind and body were completely taken over by the pleasures of the flesh that Pavin had triggered.

  Even Pavin was taken aback by her response. When she was finally still she was sobbing with the intensity of it all, and he wrapped himself around her, calming and soothing her, assuring her that she was safe, no harm had come to her.

  For Deborah it had been a mind-blowing experience, and to come down from such incredible heights of ecstasy to find herself being held tenderly and lovingly by this huge, sexual connoisseur of a man who seemed to represent everything that she desired was, if anything, the best part of it all.

  Pavin wiped her forehead gently, while Sara discreetly collected up all the bowls and brushes and left them alone together. ‘I take it you weren’t dissatisfied with the end of your Deprivation Day?’ he asked with a small smile.

  Deborah gazed into his eyes and felt her heart beating against his chest. ‘If it hadn’t happened to me I’d never have believed it possible,’ she said. ‘It was out of this world.’

  ‘It’s the waiting that does it. A whole day spent in a state of sexual tension can have some pretty impressive results, but yours was one of the most impressive I’ve ever seen!’

  ‘What happens now?’ she murmured.

  ‘Now,’ said Pavin firmly, ‘we both sleep.’

  That night at dinner, all the women bore the expression of sleepy, contented cats. Even Flora seemed to have forgotten her grudge against Deborah and flashed her a brief smile as they passed.

  ‘I hope the evening’s entertainment’s quiet,’ Richard said to Deborah during dessert. ‘Frankly, I’m exhausted.’

  ‘I rather think we all are!’

  Pavin looked down the table and tapped on the cloth with the handle of his spoon to get everyone’s attention. ‘I hope everyone’s had a memorable day,’ he said with a smile at the women sitting closest to him. ‘Tonight we’ll just watch a film, unless some of you want an early night. Tomorrow is a pretty free day, to enable us all to recover, but in the evening since the forecast’s good, we’ll have the annual beach barbecue.’

  There was a general buzz of approval from the group and Deborah assumed that it would be a more exciting barbecue than others she’d attended.

  ‘Unfortunately,’ continued Pavin. ‘I’ve had a rather important telephone call in the last half hour and it looks as though my stay on the island will have to be curtailed. I’m needed back in the States in three days time!’

  Deborah stared at him in astonishment. He hadn’t mentioned a word of this to her, and although she’d heard him on the telephone while she was in the bath, this was quite normal at that time of the day and he hadn’t seemed perturbed when she’d rejoined him. She felt a small lump in her throat at the realisation that they might only have another forty-eight hours together.

  ‘Does that mean we all have to leave?’ asked Tansy. ‘I sure as hell hope not!’

  ‘I hadn’t expected any of you to leave with me,’ said Pavin quickly. ‘After all, I make you men work hard so you’re damned well entitled to play hard! Naturally Deborah would have to leave with me, but the rest of you are more than welcome to stay on. In my absence Richard would be in charge.’

  ‘What about me?’ asked Brian. ‘I take over at work when you’re away.’

  ‘Sure you do,’ said Pavin smoothly. ‘The truth is, Brian, I don’t trust you to keep yourself under control, let alone the whole party!’

  For a moment it looked as though Brian was about to argue, but then he shrugged, turning his attention back to his food. He knew that the American was right. He was qualified to run the business, but not this kind of holiday where his own sexual excesses could well ruin it for some of the other participants.

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ asked Deborah when the meal was over and they were making their way to the study where the film was to be shown.

  ‘We’d been having such a good time, Debbie, I didn’t want to ruin it before I had to. I was going to tell you when you came out of the bath, but you looked so happy and gave me one of those heartstopping smiles of yours and I couldn’t bring myself to say a word.’

  ‘So you told me in front of everyone else instead!’

  He put an arm round her waist. ‘I can’t change it, honey. This is what my life’s like. Sure, I usually manage to get a couple of weeks without interruption but this year it hasn’t worked out that way and there’s not a damned thing I can do about it. I’m not leaving you here without me, it’s too risky. Anyway, I don’t want to, so it means both our breaks are screwed up. Angela always said I was never content with spoiling just one life!’

  ‘I don’t want it to end,’ said Deborah quietly. ‘I’m having such a great time and …’

  He put a finger to her lips. ‘What is it they say about a game never being over ’til the last ball’s bowled?’

  ‘I’ve no idea; I’m not a cricket fan. Pavin …’

  He squeezed her tightly. ‘Let it go, Debs. We’ll talk more later.’

  ‘Come on,’ said Tansy as she and Paul pushed their way past the couple. ‘We want to watch the film. Is it something good, Pavin? Something new, never before seen by human eye?’

  ‘You could say that,’ he agreed.

  ‘Pity about you having to go early,’ added Tansy. ‘Still, it’s the first time it’s happened.’

  ‘Is that supposed to be a comfort?’ asked Deborah.

  Tansy looked at her in surprise. ‘Hey, don’t take on so. I’m sure Pavin will invite you back next year. She’s fitted in well, hasn’t she Pavin?’

  ‘One of the best. Paul, is everything set up?’

  ‘Yes; look, Pavin, about those figures you’ll need when you go. I can always get them done during the night and …’

  ‘You’ll do no such thing; Tansy would kill me! Forget it, Paul. I can just about remember how to balance books and estimate forecasts.’

  Inside the study stood a large white screen and at the back of the room a small projector had been set up on a retractable shelf.

  When everyone was seated in comfortable armchairs, Flora stood up. As she turned to look at the assembled group, her eyes sought out Deborah.

  ‘The film you’re about to see,’ she said with a grin, ‘is not considered suitable for viewing until after ten o’clock at night. It was made on the first morning of the holiday here and it stars Pavin and me. We hope you enjoy it!’

  As the rest of the group clapped and laughed, Deborah turned to Pavin who was sitting at her side.

  ‘When did you make it?’ she whispered.

  ‘The morning you went for a stroll, honey. It didn’t take long!’

  Deborah tried not to show how little she wanted to watch what was about to be screened, knowing that she had no right to mind but very aware that she did. She couldn’t help thinking that since she was beginning to care so much for Pavin perhaps it was a good job they were leaving early. Sharing him with all the other women for another week would have been extremely difficult, despite the compensations of the kind of sex she herself was having.

  ‘Lights out,’ called Pavin. ‘Let the film begin!’

  Chapter Thirteen

  WHEN THE FILM opened, Pavin and Flora w
ere walking hand in hand towards the bed Flora usually shared with Richard. They slowly undressed each other, until Pavin was entirely nude and Flora had on only hold-up stockings and a black lace bra.

  Then, to Deborah’s amazement, Pavin stretched himself down on his back with his arms and legs extended in an X-shape and allowed Flora to tie his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. She had never even considered that Pavin might be willing to surrender control in such a way and found it immediately arousing. He had always seemed such a dominant personality, but if she could have him at her mercy she knew that there were countless things she could do to tease and inflame him, just as she’d been teased during the holiday.

  Unfortunately for her it was Flora who was in this position on the film, and when he was securely fastened, Flora opened a second door into the room and the young maid Sara joined the couple.

  She was already naked, but stood in front of Flora for an examination of her body. Flora ran her hands assessingly over the large, full-nippled breasts, squeezing them together and running the tip of her tongue across the nipples, then releasing them she spread the maid’s legs apart and felt between her thighs.

  ‘You’re still quite dry,’ she said approvingly. ‘That means Pavin will have to work all the harder for his satisfaction. Well done.’

  Sara remained silent, seemingly aware that her role was a strictly passive one. She was to be used by Flora on Pavin, but quite how Deborah couldn’t make out. The rest of the group seemed to have some inkling, and there was already a sense of sexual excitement in the air. On Deborah’s left she was aware of Brian slipping his hand up beneath the hem of Elizabeth’s skirt.

  On the screen, Pavin lifted his head to look over at the maid and immediately his large but flaccid penis stirred slightly. Flora flicked at it with a finger and his stomach jerked. ‘You’ve a long way to go yet, Pavin,’ she cautioned him. ‘Better keep that as still as possible.’

  She then signalled for Sara to step forward, and the maid hesitated at the outstretched feet of her employer. ‘He has to bring you to three climaxes with his mouth before he’s allowed his own,’ explained Flora with a lazy smile. ‘Obviously that wouldn’t normally pose too much of a problem for him, but I shall be trying to add a little extra excitement as he works on you. That should test his self-control to the limit.’

  ‘I may take a long time, Miss Stewart,’ confessed Sara softly. ‘I’m very tired today.’

  ‘All the better. Pavin likes to extend his endurance time every summer. We’ll start as soon as you’re ready.’

  With obvious apprehension the maid climbed onto the bed, and the sight of her sex mound exposed as she clambered over Pavin’s naked body made all the men in the room feel definite stirrings of desire despite their exhausting day.

  Within a few seconds, Sara had positioned her naked vulva over Pavin’s face and she crouched a few inches above him for several seconds so that he could see her intimately without being able to touch her in any way.

  Immediately his penis sprang into full erection and Flora carefully poured a few drops of baby oil into the palm of her hand and then spread them around his shaft. Pavin gave a soft ‘Aaah!’ of appreciation, mixed with reluctance to allow himself to dwell too soon on the pleasures of his own flesh when he had to satisfy Sara three times.

  ‘Lower yourself,’ Flora told the maid, and Sara gratefully settled so that she was squatting within reach of his tongue. Pavin stretched upwards, the cords on his neck tight as he ran the very tip not on her sex lips but through the tender folds of skin at the joins of her thighs.

  This seemed to please Sara who soon altered her position so that he was forced to allow his tongue to slide along the gradually widening gap between her outer sex lips and then skimmed it over her still pressed together inner lips, trying to tease them apart by running it upwards from the vaginal opening.

  Sara, despite her earlier plea of exhaustion, responded quite quickly to this and her inner lips parted speedily so that now Pavin could flick at the inner walls of her damp love channels until the maid was bouncing above him, her excitement visibly mounting.

  Just as visible was Pavin’s excitement. His testicles were swollen and when Flora let the baby oil trickle across their surface his whole body tensed in an effort to subdue the pace of his rising climax.

  Seeing the man she adored lying there excited almost to breaking point by two other women was almost more than Deborah could stand. Whilst everyone else simply enjoyed the sexuality of the scene, she felt stabs of jealousy that were just as piercing as the stabs of sexual arousal also growing within her.

  Once Pavin could feel Sara’s juices flowing, he located her tiny clitoris and drew it carefully into his mouth, then sucked on it with one long steady drawing motion that caused Sara to gasp and throw her head backwards in shock.

  ‘Try and slow down,’ called Flora, but it was too late. Even from the back view it was quite plain to the watchers that Sara promptly had her first climax as she shuddered and ground herself downwards onto Pavin’s clever lips and tongue.

  When she’d finished, Pavin’s erection looked cruelly swollen and his testicles were now drawn right up to his body. Flora ignored this and let her own mouth slip over the head of his glans, sucking softly just as he had sucked on Sara, only without the prolonged intensity that had finished the maid.

  Pavin struggled against his bonds and tried to distract himself from the sensations by causing discomfort in wrists or ankles, but the bindings were soft and it was impossible. Instead he had to strain against every natural inclination, trying to subdue his excited flesh despite the warm moistness of the maidservant that was now resting on his chest.

  ‘Turn around, Sara,’ Flora ordered her. ‘I want to see your face this time, and tilt your upper torso forward a little.’

  This pleased the group watching the film because it meant they would be able to see Sara’s growing excitement and her face at the moment of climax, as well as Pavin’s struggle to control himself, but Deborah didn’t want to see the maid taking her pleasure from Pavin. She half-rose from her seat, only to feel the American’s hand pulling her down again.

  ‘You can’t leave,’ he hissed. ‘Everyone will think you’re jealous, and that’s the last thing we want on these holidays.’

  ‘I’m tired,’ she protested feebly.

  ‘Then close your eyes, only I’d rather you didn’t. I want you to watch,’ he added, his hand going round her to cup one quiescent breast. ‘I enjoy having you here with me while this is on. It makes me want you again.’

  She knew that he was right and she had to stay, but felt a flicker of distress that he could so happily let her watch him with another woman. She began to appreciate that the depth of his feelings for her were not perhaps the same as hers for him.

  On the film, Sara’s new positioning was helpful to Pavin. It meant that by moving his head back and forth he could use the bridge of his nose to keep her inner lips apart and stimulate her clitoris again. Even the fact that it was once more protected by its little hood of flesh didn’t matter because he could nudge this aside with each movement, and as the feelings this caused were so delightful, Sara didn’t try and move out of his way.

  On the contrary, she was clearly having the time of her life. Now that she was facing the camera they could see her wide, excited eyes and the flush on her cheeks while her breasts had filled out until they were firm, almost hard, and the nipples fully extended, long and surprisingly dark in colour.

  Deborah looked away from the maid and back to between Pavin’s legs. Flora was watching Sara as well, and she knew that the girl’s unconstrained joy in what was being done to her must be arousing Pavin more than he was letting on.

  As Sara slowly approached her second orgasm some clear fluid appeared in the slit at the top of Pavin’s glans and Flora took a small strip of silk and drew it across the fluid, so that the moisture was absorbed. She then rolled the end of the silk into a thin line and as Sara cried out with
excitement and Pavin inserted his tongue into the maid’s vaginal opening, curling it upwards to try to find her G-spot, Flora inserted the point of the silk into the now clear dry slit. Pavin gasped aloud and Deborah distinctly heard him give a muffled exclamation.

  Pavin’s stomach heaved violently and he exhaled sharply so that his warm breath covered Sara’s frantic, throbbing clitoris just as his tongue managed to find the spot it was looking for, and this precipitated her second climax.

  Watching the maid come was extremely erotic. Her head went back so that they could all see her taut, creamy neck with a heavily beating pulse in the soft dip at the base, while her breasts rose and her thighs, gripped on each side of Pavin’s chest, shook violently with the intensity of her orgasm. When she slumped forward everyone watching exhaled with her.

  All around Deborah there were soft murmurings and the sound of rustling material and sliding hands, but she was only aware of the fact that Pavin’s grip on her breast had tightened and that her flesh was responding despite her own exhaustion and her mixed emotions at the scene on the screen.

  She began to feel the heavy ache inside her stomach that meant she would eventually need sexual release, and when she shifted uneasily on her seat she realised that she was moist between her thighs.

  Trying to ignore her physical reactions she looked back at the screen.

  ‘You’re coming rather quickly, Sara,’ said Flora reprovingly.

  ‘I can’t help it!’ protested the maid. ‘He’s so clever the way he …’

  ‘Well, try and hold this last one back a little longer.’

  The maid nodded, and then repositioned herself so that it was harder for Pavin to reach her. By making him stretch further she hoped to slow him down.

  In the meantime. Flora was gliding a well-oiled finger along the American’s highly sensitive perineum. Deborah could tell from the way his leg muscles clenched and his fingers curled into the palms of his hands that this was affecting him, and he worked all the harder on the girl above his head.