by Primula Bond
Eloise was staring at Honey’s mouth as she spoke. It was like a magnet pulling her towards those bee-stung lips. ‘What happened?’
‘Well, they lay on the beds with us. I had two girls on the bed with me, they were prefects actually, and they were actually kissing each other, putting their hands up each other’s nighties, stroking their thighs, pushing their fingers up into their, you know, pussies, and I thought they wanted me to go, stop playing gooseberry, but then they rolled on top of me and started kissing me and touching me, too, and there was a lot of panting and gasping and one of them, there were so many fingers I don’t know who, one of them finger fucked me till I came.’
Honey stopped talking and looked down. Such long eyelashes. Eloise was dizzy with holding her breath. Then Honey looked up again, her blue eyes so like her brothers’ eyes. But Rick and Jake were a couple of young stags. Their sister was half kitten, half tiger, with those blazing eyes and that big wet waiting mouth.
‘We’ve got all night,’ Eloise heard herself say into the silence. ‘So why don’t you show me.’
She tangled her fingers in Honey’s silky hair, messing it up with her sticky fingers, and kissed her again, parting her soft lips with her tongue. Honey didn’t resist. She kind of swooned into Eloise’s arms and this time her tongue flicked out, smaller than a man’s, so gentle and hesitant, and Eloise swirled her own tongue round it, showing her how gentle this could be, and as they breathed into each other’s faces and tangled their tongues more forcefully, they started pulling at each other’s clothes.
Eloise pulled Honey’s little dress off, and there were her breasts, no bra, her tits just dropping like blossom into her hands, so adorable that Eloise nearly came there and then just feeling them, she had on idea how wet she was already and how ready, she fondled them until she felt Honey shiver and push against her, and Eloise realised she was the older woman here, the teacher and guide.
She dipped her finger into a ramekin of chocolate mousse and put a blob on each stiff nipple, making Honey shiver and chuckle with the cold, then she bent down to kiss Honey’s breasts, moving her mouth round the edge, circling round the nipple, not actually touching it, all the time fearing the flinch of resistance, for Honey to push her off with a horrified gasp of disgust, but instead she just arched herself more invitingly. Eloise smeared more mousse on to her, watching her all the time, then licked it slowly off one rosy nipple, feeling it like a little nut amongst the gooey chocolate. Honey didn’t move, simply closed close her eyes in rapture, and as Eloise licked clean the other nipple her own grew rock hard with excitement.
This was so wild. Eloise pushed Honey down on to the hard kitchen floor and then peeled off her own dress while Honey watched her, and then Eloise bent down and started licking and sucking Honey’s cute nipples again until she was moaning and tugging at Eloise’s hair, and Eloise realised how hungry she was to taste every inch of this girl, so she moved her mouth down over her flat stomach, down to the pink thong, easily ripped it aside to reveal her neat pussy, the lips plump and sweet, a line of moisture oozing between them
On impulse she dipped her hand into the chocolate mousse again, smeared all over Honey’s pussy, and then she started to lick it off, running her tongue over those sex lips, finally daring to run her tongue up between them.
‘Oh, fuck, they never went this far, oh, yes!’
Instantly Honey opened her legs wider for Eloise, arched her back, rubbed and squeezed her own breasts as Eloise lifted her bottom and pushed her pussy into her face, sniffing and tasting the moisture as she licked at her, breathing in the sharp aroma of arousal coming off her cunt.
Honey wrapped her thighs round Eloise’s head and moaned as Eloise sucked at her red clit, fingers simply holding her bottom up so that she was tightly pressed against her face, doing everything with her tongue, probably stinging Honey’s tender pussy with the chilli juices in her mouth, sucking rougher now, licking then sucking then pushing her tongue right up into the girl’s cunt like a mini cock again and again until she screeched and bucked, slamming against the hard floor, wrapping her thighs round Eloise’s head as she licked her to climax.
There was a pause, punctuated only by a hiccup from the fridge.
‘That better than the girls at school?’ Eloise asked quietly, realising that she wanted to be the best thing Honey had ever had.
‘Mind-blowingly better.’ Honey raised herself up on her elbows. ‘Hey. You haven’t seen our summer house yet, have you?’ She held out her hand. ‘You said we had all night. Let’s spend the night in there, far away from prying eyes.’
They grabbed the champagne and ran out across the dark lawn striped with moonlight, into the wooden pavilion by the river. The little hut was warm from the sun beating down on it all day, and welcoming with the lanterns and candles Honey lit. The music started to murmur out of her iPod, the bottles of wine and beer and cakes and fruit on plates scattered on the floor.
‘Our own midnight feast,’ Honey giggled.
They fell on to a heap of enormous cushions and after cramming more food and drink into each other’s mouths they started to kiss once again, passionately and brazenly, tongues licking and pushing really greedily now, hands running roughly and insistently over each other’s soft feminine skin, and soon Eloise had Honey’s silky head down between her breasts, pushed her hot, aching nipples at her rosebud mouth, urged her to suckle. The girl’s tongue came out as she hesitated, a flush flooding her cheeks, and then she nibbled shyly at one nipple, flicked her tongue over it, smiled to see the way it grew hard and dark in response.
‘Go on, darling, go on, suck me, bite me, it’s such a gorgeous feeling, you’ll see–’
Honey tried again, tightening her lips round the bud this time and starting to suck, and as their hands roved over each other, in between each other’s legs, Eloise thought she might burst there and then watching that lovely young head suckling at her. She lay down beside Honey as she sucked, touching herself and seeing how wet and sticky her pussy was, and then she took a chance.
She pushed Honey gently back on the cushions, kissing her all the while, letting her breasts hang there for Honey to suck, and then she dared herself to push herself on to Honey’s face. There was a muffled squeal underneath her, and then those little hands came up and pulled Eloise’s bottom, pulled her pussy into her face, and then the licking started. Soft, almost feathery caresses over her pussy lips, which were pulsing quietly with excitement, and then the wet tip of Honey’s tongue flicking up Eloise’s wet crack then smoothing itself flat over the swollen lips.
Eloise’s head was spinning. She stared out of the window at the trees black against the indigo London sky, heard the sirens going about their business in the distance, a train rattling over a bridge somewhere, and the lights of other houses twinkling on the swaying river.
If only the people in the planes, the trains, the houses, could see into this little den, the two girls writhing on the sumptuous cushions, pleasuring each other for the very first time, the blonde silky head moving between the taut white thighs of the older girl while the older girl struggled to compose herself, trying to stay upright, weak with the effort of not coming all over her little playmate’s face.
Honey’s mouth and lips were strumming Eloise expertly as if she was a musical instrument. Eloise spread her legs a little further, opening herself to more intense pleasure, seeing herself as those far away travellers or neighbours might see her. A young woman sitting on a younger woman’s face, framed through the wooden windows like a still for them all to see.
She pushed herself harder on to Honey’s face. She could hear Honey whispering something.
‘No, I’m not letting you stop. Not now.’
‘I was saying you taste so sweet, Eloise.’
Eloise moaned and strained, pressing down as Honey’s tongue lapped faster, like the eager kitten she was, and the thought of her as a little furry pet sizzled through Eloise, sensations sizzling in her cunt as Honey’s mouth
seemed to devour her entire pussy. Her tongue probed more confidently, forcing its way further in, then pulling back so that Eloise ground herself harder into Honey’s face.
Honey was a quick learner. Her tongue flicked mercilessly now at Eloise’s clitoris and she started to jerk frantically. Honey was still sucking, still flicking, her tongue building up the pressure as Eloise rocked back and forth, opening her legs still wider so that she was a proper feast for Miss Honey.
She could hear Honey’s saliva mingling with her own pussy juice. She had stopped circling and sucking the burning clit and her tongue was now pushing up inside Eloise’s cunt, flicking from side to side, sliding over the clit as it thrust in and out. Eloise rocked faster, her cunt and lips and clit rubbing against Honey’s tongue and nose and chin, her hips bucking more wildly.
‘This OK, Honey? Not hurting you, am I?’ she whispered, afraid she might be suffocating the girl, but Honey shook her head and dug her nails sharply into Eloise’s bottom to shut her up.
An aeroplane lowered itself from the night sky as if might land flat on its belly on the rooftops. Eloise thought vaguely of this girl’s brothers, flying to opposite ends of the globe, off to see other sights, those gorgeous cocks of theirs off to fuck other women. Honey was working her into a final frenzy now, her mouth and tongue lapping frantically, and here it came.
Eloise scrabbled on the cushions, drew her hips back in a final glorious convulsion and her cunt, her whole body drew in on itself, grew tight as she started to come, pushing herself into Honey’s face, smearing her with her juices, rubbing herself on and on over her face until she started to scream with pleasure and jerked and writhed, her pussy clenching tight to keep in the sensation as long as possible.
And then the night went on, the two of them sucking and fingering each other on those soft cushions, until eventually they fell asleep in each other’s arms as a new dawn streaked the sky.
Chapter Seven
So her commission was pretty much done.
Eloise was woken up by church bells ringing in the distance and the morning sun peering through the arched, ivy-clad windows of the pavilion. She took a couple more pictures of a naked sleeping Honey looking like something out of a Midsummer Night’s Dream, golden hair spread over the velvet cushions, arms wide in greeting, legs crooked over Eloise’s as if she wanted to keep her there, lips pouting in sleep.
Somehow Eloise knew she’d be back to this place. Just as soon as this family were reunited. Or even better, when they were all split into individual parts that Eloise might savour at leisure, one by one.
But now she had to go home.
She tiptoed into the kitchen. The mess had been cleaned up. Not a trace of strawberry, chilli or trifle remained on the floor. Only her own dress, draped accusingly over one of the chairs, and Honey’s bright pink thong, ripped off by Eloise’s teeth, kicked, or hidden, under the wine rack.
As she reached the top of the stairs she heard a groan coming from Mimi’s bedroom. The door at the end of the landing was ajar. She barely had to think about pushing it open and walking right on in. This house felt like her house. These people were all hers to play with.
She could hear the splashing of the shower. There was a squeaking of flesh on glass, and then another groan. She crept past the huge, rumpled bed towards the bathroom.
The transparent walls of the shower unit were steamed up, but she could see them give slightly from inside, fleshy-pink shapes flattening against the soap-streaked panels, then being sucked away again. There was some kind of struggle going on.
‘Are you all right in there, Mimi?’
There was a snorting giggle in response, and a man’s low laugh. Eloise stopped. They were both in there. Above the basin there was a big round chrome mirror shaped like a ship’s porthole and reflected in it she could see Mimi’s curved, rump, swaying slightly. As she stared, Mimi turned towards the mirror, staggering slightly on the slippery tiles, and parted her legs.
Cedric was kneeling between her legs, streaked by water and soap bubbles. He grabbed at Mimi’s thighs and pulled them wide, revealing her waxed secret pussy lips nestled there, plump and open and lined with bright pink. Eloise took a step backwards. She ought to get out of here. But the floorboard creaked as she tried to make her getaway.
Then Cedric buried his face between Mimi’s legs and Eloise sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, her throat tightening. As Cedric’s nose and mouth made contact with Mimi’s cunt, Eloise’s hand copied what he was doing, sliding straight down towards her pussy. It was sticky from Honey’s little fingers, her mouth and tongue, but also freshly damp from excitement at the sight of Cedric and Mimi making out in the shower.
Now Cedric’s head was moving slowly up and down, and Mimi was shaking with growing pleasure. He withdrew for a moment. He pulled her plump labia further apart so that her pink delicacies peeped out. His long red tongue curled out as if he was about to lick a particularly delicious ice cream. Eloise’s finger followed suit, stroking up her own crack as she watched.
Cedric fastened his mouth on Mimi’s snatch and their bodies were glossy with water and soap in the steamy little room. It was difficult to work out what was real and what was reflected. Eloise fell back against the bathroom wall, desire ripping through her. She could almost feel Cedric licking her now. Her hands rubbed more frantically, wishing it was his tongue, or Mimi’s, or Honey’s, that was doing this to her, straining to scale that desperate point, just out of reach.
But the movement must have flashed in the mirror, because suddenly Mimi looked round and her reflected eyes met Eloise’s. Mimi smiled, red lips spreading into a filthy grin wide enough to split her face. She put a finger to her lips as Cedric’s tongue pushed into her, inviting Eloise into her world of sensation.
Her eyes held Eloise’s for a minute or two longer but then Cedric stood up, He’d seen her, too. He looked at her for a moment, communicating some kind of order.
And so she picked up her camera, and began to shoot.
Mimi took a huge bar of lemon coloured soap and rubbed it energetically between her palms to get the suds and foam going, and then she dropped the soap and took Cedric’s erect cock in her hands and started to soap it, tucking the bulging soft tip into one hand and swiping up and down the shaft with the other. Eloise caught it in her viewfinder as it quivered and rose through the bubbles, extending like a telescope, lengthening from his flat stomach, smoothing out the skin, ironing out any wrinkles until it was straight and smooth and even longer than she remembered, emerging strong and proud through the yellow bubbles.
Mimi pulled at it roughly, making it even longer, and lathered the big balls that hung beneath it, his height making the end of his prick jab into her stomach even when she was standing on tiptoes.
Cedric’s head rolled back against the shower wall as he kept his eyes on the camera, but his smile slowly faded and his lips dropped open as Mimi moved her hands harder and faster up and down the long, hard shaft, working the soap into a luxurious lather, making his dick jump and pump, and Eloise moved the focus to Mimi’s fingers, dainty but strong on the big cock, sliding back towards his balls, cupping them with one hand while the other travelled further back, up between his buttocks and suddenly her finger darted into his tight butt hole, forcing a reaction from him.
His hands stretched out helplessly and grabbed at Mimi’s hips, circling her waist and pulling her right into him so that his cock was jammed upright between her tits and at last they were moving together, joined together again, her pushing her whole torso against him, reaching under him, his balls retracting with his mounting excitement while her finger poked higher and higher up into his tight anus, reaching for the spot where she would tickle and prod and he would jump and scream.
Eloise’s knees were shaking, but she couldn’t sit down. She came further into the bathroom and saw that Mimi’s nipples were hard as they pressed against Cedric, making his penis grow longer, pinned as it was against her. He began to shudder, a
nd suddenly he forced her hands away from him. The bubbles were running away now and his cock was gleaming and clean, bouncing under the needles of water still pounding down.
Both Mimi and Eloise licked their lips, the camera wobbling in Eloise’s hands as she tried to regain focus.
Cedric spun Mimi round so roughly that she grabbed on to the chrome shower pipe to avoid crashing over on the slippery, soapy floor. Now he was pressed up behind her. He lifted her so that her feet rested on the little ledge which ran round the base of the shower tray, and then he cupped one large hand under her dripping cunt and parted her sex lips, thrusting his fingers inside her.
Eloise’s cunt was contracting wildly with vicarious excitement as Cedric pulled his fingers out of Mimi and parted her legs until she started to rise right off her toes like some kind of living doll. She was practically swinging off the shower rail now, and moved backwards to sit on the tops of his legs which were slightly bent as he grappled her from behind. They’d obviously done this before. It was like a dance. A performance, just for Eloise and her camera.
As he raised his pelvis Mimi lowered her eager cunt to meet the tip of his cock, ready and waiting, hard as iron. She rested her cheek against the panel for a moment, her face rosy with ecstasy, his face frowning with concentration, and it made a fantastic juxtaposition in Eloise’s viewfinder, like capturing wildlife on safari, the female practically yawning with easy triumph, the male concentrating on chasing his own pleasure.
Cedric’s cock slid right up Mimi, impaling her while the water rained down on them. Inch after glorious inch, Mimi descended slowly and triumphantly until her buttocks were squashed up against his stomach and his huge cock was basically holding her up like some kind of girder. Mimi tried to keep her balance by pressing her hands on the shower wall, Cedric tried to catch her, but they both started to fall.
