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Authors: Katrina Young

A Chamber of Delights (6 page)

‘Do I like what? Your mouth on my tit or the way you touch my quim?’

Sophie nipped her breast. ‘No, silly. Do you like the room?’

Gael smiled as she looked up at the ceiling. ‘I think it’ll be marvellous for parties. I’m having a special one tomorrow night.’

Sophie leaned on her elbow and looked down. ‘How “special”?’

Gael smirked. ‘Just a few carefully selected guests – mostly rich and spoilt,’

‘Will there be some horny men?’

‘Aren’t all rich and powerful men horny?’ Gael pulled Sophie’s nipple and made the milk ease from its little pores.

‘I don’t know any rich men. I only seem to meet the poor ones.’

Gael ran her finger around the widely bowed lips. ‘We might change that. Would you like to come?’

Now Sophie sat bolt upright. ‘You’re joking. No – I can see you’re not. Christ, do you think I could catch myself a rich stud?’

Gael laughed. ‘Rich men are as spoilt as hell. You
have to decide what you want from them and then let them think they’re getting what they want from you.’

Sophie worked Gael’s nubbin with little, stroking motions. ‘Sounds interesting. But what are you going to do for food? I haven’t got much in, and I’m not too good at making fancy things. I haven’t had a party since I was a kid.’

Gael pulled Sophie down so a hanging breast came to her mouth. She took the nipple and sucked gently at it, rolling her tongue over its hardness. The milk was sweet and satisfying to the tongue.

She took a breath. ‘Don’t worry about the food. I’ve arranged it all with caterers. They’ll come at five, set everything up and leave as soon as the party starts to swing.’

‘Have you fixed the drink as well?’ Sophie fed her nipple back into Gael’s mouth and squeezed the breast.

Gael nodded as she sucked it. Then she let go reluctantly. ‘Don’t worry about a thing. Just put something sophisticated on and come. It’ll be good for you, and you’ll be a help to me.’

Sophie’s excitement ebbed. ‘I haven’t got anything to wear. A clean skirt and blouse are just about as sophisticated as I get.’

Gael suckled again for some seconds before she answered, squeezing at the breast to make it squirt its milk. ‘I’m sure Melindi wouldn’t mind if you borrowed something from her wardrobe. She’s got more clothes than she’ll ever wear. You won’t get anything more sophisticated than hers.’

Sophie sat astride Gael, dipping her breasts over her, placing first one nipple then the other in Gael’s mouth.

Gael had got the knack now of making the milk stream. She even drew away and pressed a breast so that it squirted warmly into her mouth.

They kissed for several minutes, Sophie holding Gael’s arms high above her head, her tongue exploring
Gael’s tongue, her mouth set sideways for the closest possible contact.

Now Sophie spread her legs widely over Gael’s hips so that her clitoris worked on Gael’s mount. ‘That’s wicked,’ she sighed. ‘Your bristles tickle. It makes me really horny. Are you going to shave it or let your curlies grow?’

‘I think I’ll let it grow.’

Sophie nodded wisely, saying, ‘Yes – it’s probably a nuisance having to keep it smooth just so a man can see your snatch when he pulls your knickers off.’

Gael smiled at the brashness of the girl.

Sophie smoothed the hairs of her pubis out. ‘It’ll soon get as hairy as mine if you don’t shave it.’ She grinned as she knelt, pushing out her bottom to the mirrors.

Gael saw the reflection of two naked, young women. One had her arms above her head, the skin of her breasts and stomach glazed with Sophie’s milk. The nineteen-year-old knelt over her, the roundels of her bottom squeezing a bush of ginger hair out from between them. The pink flesh of her secret lips pouted from its curls.

Sophie eased two fingers between Gael’s own secret lips, exploring her. Gael clamped tight on Sophie’s fingers, making her exclaim. ‘How do you make it clamp so hard?’

Gael smirked and clamped again. ‘Practice, I suppose. You have to learn how to squeeze.’

‘With the lips of your cunt?’

Gael shook her head seriously. ‘With your upper muscles, that’s all.’

They both looked in the mirror again as Sophie made her vulva open and then close. ‘I bet men like it, don’t they?’

‘Some do.’

‘I’ll have to squeeze Todd’s prick. Perhaps he’ll appreciate me more.’ She made her vulva open wide and
closed it tight again. Then she knelt up over Gael. She squeezed her breasts, spurting warm milk and massaging it on to Gael’s own breasts. That sent a wave of excitement flowing through Gael’s belly to her vulva. The girl slipped down the bed and pushed Gael’s legs back hard. Gael quivered with delight when she felt a warm stream trickle on her mons and down between her legs. As another squirt landed in her cleft she squirmed with the sensation. That felt so much like the hot spurt of a man as he reared over her, his cockshaft pulsing strongly.

When Sophie went down on her and licked her milk from the trembling fringes of Gael’s purse, Gael felt a flush of pleasure go through her once again. Her own delightful liquid, which she loved to feel inside her, rose and welled and warmed her vulval lips.

As Sophie sucked her slowly, Gael viewed the chamber and its contents. There was certainly a great deal of potential for experimentation and fulfilment. But she would have to wait to see how her plan developed. Its success would depend upon how many of her guests had fantasies which they wanted to fulfil. She would have to get them to confess their secret needs.

Sophie began to lap at her hard, taking her mind off the problems of the party. It was wonderful to have a warm mouth there – a sensitive and caring mouth that kissed and plucked her secret lips and lapped the hollows of her groin so slowly. There was no urgency as with a man – no need to rake and rasp her into a frenzy of heaving hips so she was wet and open for his cock. No – with Sophie there was just the steady, sensuous motion of a warm, exploring tongue, and it was heavenly.

Gael smiled to herself. She had been right about this girl.

When Sophie turned and knelt astride Gael’s shoulders, Gael found herself looking up at those dark pink
fringes pulsing with Sophie’s heartbeat, and she felt Sophie’s searching tongue again.

Gael kissed the swollen labia poised tantalisingly above her. She ran her tongue-tip through their glistening cleft. She bit the tight skin of the inner thigh. Then she ran a finger around the anal ring and made the housemaid squirm and giggle with the pleasure that it gave her. But somehow the spark had gone from the liaison. Her thoughts came back to Flanders. Damn him – he had her mesmerised.

She took the clitoris of the kneeling redhead, pulling it into greater stiffness while her nose pushed between Sophie’s labia, forcing them apart. The scent was quite exquisite. It made her temples pulse. But despite Sophie’s avid ministrations, Gael could not climax. Not tonight. The sight of Flanders driving between those fleshy lips where now she had her nose, had turned on her heat. It had made her crave for that strength and urgent thrusting that only a man can bring as he loses himself in his need to come inside his conquest.

Despite her anger at Todd Flanders, she wanted him. She wanted him now. But she knew that she could not let him best her like he’d bested Sophie. She would have to work out a way both to have him and to control him. She’d teach the brute a lesson that not every woman would be a pushover and lie down on her back for him and open up her legs.

Sophie had gone when Gael awoke at seven in her own bed.

After she showered and dressed in a skirt and blouse for the heat of the day, she went down to the kitchen. Wearing no knickers, the wafts of cool air coming up the staircase felt pleasant as she glided down the stairs. She was still hot inside from the night before, still needed to orgasm strongly and flush away that heat. Her mind would not let go of the picture of Todd Flanders standing over Sophie with his penis fully hard.

Sophie was busying herself with breakfast. The table was set for two. Fresh croissants, butter and lemon marmalade sat invitingly on the best breakfast china. The smell of freshly ground coffee filled the air.

Sophie smiled as she caught Gael’s eyes. ‘I thought I might do my job properly, now that we’re friends. We are friends, aren’t we?’

Gael kissed her on the lips, holding there quite gently while she felt the warm, firm mound of Sophie’s breast. She nuzzled up to Sophie’s cheek. ‘Of course we’re friends. But I need a man.’

Sophie shrugged. ‘So – a girl needs fucking when a girl needs fucking.’

‘You don’t mind, do you?’

Sophie stiffened. ‘Be my guest. As long as it’s not Flanders. He’s mine.’

Gael’s spirits sank as she saw a jealous look in Sophie’s eyes. ‘But Flanders is a conceited pig.’

Sophie grinned. ‘I know he’s a beast, but he turns me to jelly and I love it.’

‘Don’t you want to pay him back for the way he treated you last night?’

Sophie seemed to think hard. ‘I’d like to make him do me the way I want him to.’

‘And how do you want him to do you?’

‘I just wish he’d strip me naked and stretch me on the bed and fuck me very slowly till I come. That’s all. All that tying up and whipping is OK, but I’d like to be done in bed for once, while he kissed me passionately as he pushed inside my cunt. And I wish he’d suck my titties just like you do.’

Raising her T-shirt, Sophie exposed her soft belly to Gael, its navel deep and oval and inviting to Gael’s tongue. Then she slipped the T-shirt upward and let her breasts fall out, thrusting one at Gael for her to suckle.

The sight of it aroused Gael quickly. She wasn’t sure if the breast was a peace offering or not, but she sat and
pulled Sophie towards her. She sucked one nipple slowly, closing her eyes as she felt the warmness of the milk. Then she looked up and smiled. ‘You eating too?’

‘I’ll eat you any time you want me to.’ Sophie smiled. ‘You’re OK.’ She ran her fingers over Gael’s cheek and whispered, ‘I really love your quim.’ She pushed her breast against Gael’s mouth. ‘It’s so beautifully smooth and firm.’

Gael blushed despite herself. So many people – mostly men – had told her how much they loved that part of her, and it always made her feel warm inside.

Sophie pulled the nipple away from Gael’s lips, saying, ‘I wish I had a cunt as big and smooth as yours. It seems sexier than mine.’

Gael breathed heavily then took the teat again. She didn’t know quite how to reply.

Kneading her hair, the girl gave Gael the other teat and pushed her hand inside her jeans. It was clear to Gael what she was doing with her finger as Sophie trembled.

‘When someone sucks your tits,’ she asked seriously, increasing the rubbing between her legs as Gael sucked her harder. ‘When someone sucks your tits, does it send little tingles of excitement to your clitty?’

Gael closed her eyes and nodded, unwilling to take her mouth from the elongated teat. Then Sophie pulled away. She squatted on Gael’s lap. She licked Gael’s lips and the corners of her mouth where the milk had spilled. Then she pushed her tongue between them.

‘Mouths are a bit like cunts, aren’t they?’ she mused, running a finger over Gael’s lips.

‘The other way around,’ Gael replied. ‘At least that’s what men tell me. They’d rather stick their cock down there than in my mouth.’

‘But they do like being sucked off too. I know Todd Flanders does. He loves it when I drink his spurt.’

Gael’s heart was thumping hard as she stroked her
housemaid’s breast. It drove her wild to suck a man and make him spurt. And she loved the way his penis throbbed when it gushed inside her mouth. But she wasn’t going to tell her secrets to the girl. Not yet. She still wasn’t sure of her, even though she had enjoyed sucking her breasts for breakfast.

Sitting opposite her at the table, Sophie kept her T-shirt raised, her breasts resting on the table as she leaned forward for a croissant. She sucked on one end provocatively. Then she clamped it hard between her lips, eyeing Gael mischievously as Gael looked up from her plate. The girl pursed her lips in a little kiss and fluttered her eyelids naughtily, mouthing, ‘I want you,’ before putting her eyes down coyly.

They munched their croissants and thickly buttered toast; both thoughtful; both intent on each other.

‘I loved the way you ran the tip of your tongue round my ring, miss.’

Gael looked up at the remark and studied the green eyes. ‘What else do you like?’

Sophie parted a bread roll, making it open and close. She stuck her tongue deeply into the doughy cleft, appearing to be thinking hard about what she liked. Then she closed her teeth on the roll, just as she had the fleshy area of Gael’s bottom where it curved inward to meet her anal ring. After some seconds, the girl looked up brightly. ‘I suppose what I love the most is being tied up and fucked.’

Gael frowned. ‘But you just said that you wanted to be taken slowly.’

‘Oh yes. Just once, to see how it felt – that’s all.’

Gael shrugged. The girl seemed to be like her. Sometimes she wanted to be taken slowly and with passion. At other times she wanted to have her clothes ripped off and be flung down on her back. She looked back at Sophie. ‘So you did like Todd Flanders stringing you up to that tree.’

Sophie smirked. ‘Of course. He makes me come so violently at times. Anyway, I can’t deny the brute when he’s so randy, can I.’ She finished off the roll and reached for the coffee just as Gael reached too. As their fingers touched, Gael felt another flush of excitement. She poured Sophie’s coffee then her own, trying to stop her hand from shaking.

‘I’m supposed to be the servant, miss,’ Sophie whispered as she took charge of the pot.

‘You can serve me another time.’

‘Can I bath you and soap you and massage you with brandy-flavoured oil then lick it off?’

Gael found the tone of the conversation increasingly more stimulating. As she sat, her skirt rode up her thighs, and she could feel the cool draught from the window caress her crotch. She closed her legs. Perhaps she would go and put some panties on. She should concentrate on the business of the day and not give way to her coursing need to have Sophie’s mouth or Flanders’ cock between her legs. Then she compromised, saying to herself. Wait until the party’s over.

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