A Chamber of Delights (5 page)

On entering the kitchen, Gael became quite pensive. What was she expected to do now? The nearness and the nakedness of the sexy little redhead was driving her quite crazy.

‘Can I use your shower, miss?’ Sophie’s manner seemed more conciliatory now that she was back in the house.

‘Sure. But shouldn’t you be getting home?’

‘There’s nothing to go home for.’

‘Don’t you have your baby to feed?’

The redhead shrugged. ‘The baby’s been adopted.’ A tear came to her eye.

Gael put her arm around her but Sophie pulled away.

‘Don’t feel sorry for me. I want to live for a bit, not dwell in the past. I want excitement in my life, I want wild, abandoned sex.’

‘What about your husband?’

‘I’ve left him. And if I hadn’t found Todd Flanders when Miss Melindi asked me to look after the house, I would have been off looking for another randy man. I need a good hard fucking now and then. Don’t you?’

Gael felt sheepish. This girl was a surprise a minute.

Sophie brushed Gael’s cheek. ‘Sorry if I came on a bit too strong by the lake. He got me so worked up.’

Gael shrugged. ‘That’s OK.’

Sophie kissed her lightly and whispered, ‘You going to let me eat your pussy?’ She gave a coy little glance as if she was still not sure of Gael’s intentions.

Gael felt her eyes go wide. ‘After I’ve showered, perhaps.’

Sophie grinned confidently. ‘Good. I want to see if
you wriggle as much as Miss Melindi. She’s a cracker. And the way she wields her rubber cock puts a lot of men to shame. Or perhaps you don’t know that.’ Again she gave Gael a look of uncertainty. Was she testing to see just how much Gael knew – or how far Gael might go?

Saying nothing, Gael took Sophie’s hand and led her up the stairs, wondering where this whole affair was heading.

The hot shower was delightful. Sophie slipped her hands under Gael’s arms and massaged her breasts slowly and seductively, lifting them and letting them drop until they tightened with the stimulation. Gael did the same to her. She slid her hands over the firm, flat stomach and into the deep slit between the redhead’s shapely legs. The clitoris was hard again, though it wasn’t as big as Gael’s and certainly not enormous like Melindi’s. But it stood up from its hood and wobbled to Gael’s touch as she worked it round and round. Then Sophie bent, widening her stance and pushed out her bottom.

‘You can spank me if you like, for being so wicked to you at the lake.’

Gael slapped the proffered bottom with certain satisfaction, her wet hand stinging the glistening skin. It reddened to each slap. Then she ran her hand between the redhead’s legs and held the swollen vulva in her palm. She bent her centre finger and rubbed it through the crevice that she found there. She worked the hollows of the groin and dug her nails right in to make her housemaid moan. Then she knelt and buried her mouth there as Sophie touched her fingers to the floor. Gael licked between the labia once, from her nubbin to her anus. Sophie gave a little sound of pleasure as Gael circled the ring with her tongue-tip then eased her thumb in deeply. With the lubrication of the soap, it slipped in easily. And as Gael pushed and twisted it,
Sophie wriggled with delight. She took a long, deep breath and sighed, ‘I’ve never had a man that way. Will you do me with Melindi’s cock?’ She turned to Gael, her green eyes bright. As she kissed Gael fully on the lips she whispered very softly in her ear, ‘Will you do my arsehole with that dildo?’

Gael frowned and smoothed her cheek with a fingertip.

Sophie gave a pleading little look.

Gael shrugged. ‘It’s better with the real thing. But it has to be gentle. Then it’s nice.’ As she began to dry Sophie’s breasts, they bounced heavily to each rub.

Sophie closed her eyes. ‘Flanders doesn’t know how to be gentle. But he’s marvellous when he’s horny. He’s so impetuous.’

Gael could relate to that. She needed strength and impetuosity from a man at times. At others she needed gentleness and sensuality. She still hadn’t found a man who provided her with both. But she was looking. Maybe someone coming to her first party the very next day would be the one.

Sophie took Gael’s lips again and kissed her passionately.

Now Gael pulled her tight, hooking her around the neck with one hand, while the other found her breast. She stroked the nipple with her thumb and felt the wetness of its milk.

Sophie gave a little moan. ‘Todd never does it as gently as that.’

Gael pulled at the nipple, tugging on it until it was fully stiff. ‘Why do you let the brute rule you?’

Sophie shrugged. ‘I can’t get enough of him. And he knows it. But he only does me when he’s really randy. Otherwise he ignores me.’

Gael could relate to that as well. She knew just how it felt to need a man badly and then be toyed with. ‘How often does he get as horny as he was tonight?’ If the
gardener only became so randy at certain times, she wanted to know exactly when those were.

‘He doesn’t get as horny as that very often.’ Sophie stroked Gael’s belly with the back of her finger. ‘But you got him so hot this morning, he came on strong to me.’

Gael pulled away and looked at her hard. ‘I got him hot?’

Sophie nodded. ‘Didn’t you know? You turned the man into an animal. He hasn’t fucked me so hard for weeks.’

Gael was in a whirl. Yes, Flanders was an animal. But she had sworn not to touch him. And was the nineteen-year-old complaining or rejoicing? She wasn’t sure.

Sophie eyed Gael with amusement. ‘If you didn’t notice how horny he was, I think he was right about you being a goody-goody.’

Gael scowled although she knew her eyes were sparkling at the exchange. ‘So – you think I’m as naïve as he does.’

Sophie pushed her against the wall. ‘I don’t know. But I intend to find out.’ She knelt and cupped Gael’s breasts in both hands and kissed her belly.

Gael trembled as she ran her fingers over Sophie’s hair. Hot breath between her legs made her look down. Sophie was sniffing at her, drawing in her perfume, putting her lips to the bristles of her pubis.

Gael set her legs apart. This was crazy, she thought, but she couldn’t reject the girl as the hot tongue searched her cleft. Gael held her there, delighting in the sensation which the darting tongue gave her.

Sophie lifted Gael’s leg, running kisses up the inside of her thigh until her lips touched the fringes of Gael’s sex again.

Gael quivered and gave a little gasp as the redhead ran her tongue through her crevice and made her nectar rise. She whispered, ‘Oh yes. That’s nice. But I need to feel it harder.’

Sophie’s voice was muffled as she spoke between Gael’s legs. ‘OK – so you’re not such a prude, after all.’ She lapped the whole of Gael’s vulva then pushed her tongue inside it.

Still needing to reach a climax, Gael responded to the touch. But Sophie pulled away again and began to dry between Gael’s thighs, tucking the towel deep between them, easing apart the lips of her sex to make sure that she was dry there. But no matter how she rubbed, Gael stayed wet with arousal.

‘You should train Flanders better,’ she quipped as Sophie dabbed at her breasts then dried her back and rubbed her bottom. She rubbed at the lips of her sex as Gael bent over for her, swinging sensuously from side to side. It made her want Sophie’s mouth there again, but she quelled the need. Instead, she took the towel and made the redhead bend over.

‘How do you mean – train him?’ Sophie asked.

‘Play harder to get.’ Gael ran her hand over the housemaid’s sexual lips, delighting in the way they opened to her touch then closed tightly as her fingers passed.

‘He’s got too much ego for that,’ Sophie sighed as she pushed herself out for more.

‘You could tame him if you chose to.’ Gael rubbed the tight ring of her shower-mate’s anus, then ran her finger around it once again. It always gave her pleasure to touch a lover there.

‘Flanders is too stubborn.’ Sophie thrust her bottom out for deeper contact with Gael’s finger.

‘We could tame him together.’ Gael knelt and kissed her anus lovingly.

‘How?’ Sophie stood and rubbed Gael’s nipples, making them hot with the friction. They grew hard, the nimbuses proud, although not as proud as Sophie’s. Those were dark brown now, large in diameter, her breasts full with milk.

‘How would we tame him?’ Sophie asked again, whispering in Gael’s ear, and flicking at the lobe with her tongue.

‘The best way would be to work him up and then deny him until he agreed to whatever we wanted.’

‘“We”?’

‘Yes – why not? He might be too strong for you but he wouldn’t be for both of us.’

Sophie became thoughtful as she sawed the towel between Gael’s legs. Gael squatted slightly to accommodate it, feeling the fluffy material chafing on her anus, parting her sex lips, and making her pant. It made her feel so horny – she only needed a few more rubs like that before she came. But Sophie seemed to have other ideas. She seemed to be stringing Gael out. Had she got some plan?

The redhead kissed Gael’s mouth and whispered, ‘We could lure him to the chamber where Melindi keeps her secret things.’

Gael became alert. ‘Do you have the key? It isn’t on its hook.’

Now Sophie gave a coy little look. ‘I hid it from you. I didn’t want you going there. It’s such a special place.’

‘What’s so “special” about it?’

‘It’s where Melindi and me go when we want to do something really wicked. Sometimes she takes some horny man there.’

The heavy iron door to Melindi’s ‘chamber of delights’ opened silently as Gael and Sophie pushed it. They both stood naked in the entrance, warm from their shower, their bodies glowing from the rubbing of the towels.

The space was dark, but it was not musty like the wine cellar next door. When Sophie switched the lights on, Gael blinked then stared.

The spacious room was carpeted and warm. Mirrors lined one wall. A host of objects stood about which
Gael could only describe as apparatus. Her imagination began to work as she gazed about her.

As Sophie touched a panel of switches, the room became pitch black. Then a pencil-thin beam of light shot down from the ceiling, illuminating a padded bench. Sophie focused the beam so that only a small area was lit, a pool of bright, white light in the blackness of the chamber. Gael could see immediately that if anyone were to lie naked on that bench, only a small part of their body would be visible. To anyone watching in the secrecy of the darkness, this would concentrate all their attention on that part: a woman’s breast, a man’s erect penis, the twin-lipped vulva of some bending girl.

As Sophie worked the switches, the spotlight dimmed. Then, one by one, each piece of apparatus was high-lighted. Pulleys with ropes hanging from the ceiling. A bench with shackles at each end and a winch, which Gael presumed was to stretch a body taut. A silk-lined box, with a glass lid, big enough to take a man lying down. A board with holes for neck and hands, where a female occupant would have to bend with her bottom stuck right out and her legs set wide apart, ready to be whipped or sucked without retaliation. If two men were to fasten a woman in that way, one might feed her with his shaft while the other took her slowly from behind.

Sophie was smiling naughtily when she turned the main lights up. Then she took Gael’s hands. ‘Come and try my very favourite thing.’ She pulled Gael to a rocking horse.

As black as polished ebony, the horse stood in one corner, a saddle on its back. It seemed strange to Gael to have a toy like that in such a sophisticated place. From the centre of its polished saddle rose a dark pink knob. As Sophie made the creature rock, the protrusion thrust up strongly. As curved and stiff as the phallus of a well-developed man, it retracted as the horse rocked back. When Sophie pushed it slowly, the phallus rose and fell.

‘Get on.’ She grinned and made Gael mount, positioning her over the knob. Stretched widely as she straddled it, Gael gasped as it went in her. With her feet placed in the stirrups she could rise and fall with full control.

‘Now rock gently,’ Sophie whispered. ‘You can make it go faster when you’ve got the hang of it.’

Gael did as she was told. As the horse rocked back and forth, the phallic form pushed up into her sheath, than sank back once again, curving as a cock would, although not as warm, Gael thought. But as she rocked faster, the phallus penetrated her satisfyingly deeply. She built a steady rhythm, clinging to the horse’s reins. She stretched herself out wide, delighting in the feelings as the phallus filled her tightly then withdrew.

Sophie mounted up as well, her nipples hard against Gael’s back. As Gael rocked the stallion, Sophie cupped her breasts. Then she pulled Gael’s nipples gently in rhythm with the rocking, making Gael push out her breasts and thrust down on the cock.

Sophie forced the pace now, making Gael exclaim with the pleasure of the thrusting deep between her stretched-out legs. When Sophie bit her neck, she gasped and kicked the horse to make it serve her faster. Her tension rose as Sophie slapped her buttocks and her thighs. She pressed her belly and her large, tight breasts hard against Gael’s back.

Gael began to pant now, whispering, ‘Ah. My God. Oh Yes.’

Sophie rocked her faster. She hit her bottom hard, then scored her flanks and clawed at her back.

Gael was at a gallop now, flexing in the stirrups so the cock could enter her and she could take it in just as hard as she liked.

‘Oh my God, my God,’ she cried as Sophie thrashed her thighs.

‘Tally ho,’ Sophie laughed as she made the horse go faster still.

‘Oh my God,’ Gael gasped as a tremendous climax ripped right through her. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she slowed the rocking, her belly swelling each time the phallus pushed inside her.

Sophie sucked her neck. ‘And now I’m going to lick your cunt.’

She pulled Gael from the rocking horse and lay her on the spongy leather of a large divan. Lying down beside her, she put her mouth to Gael’s breast and worked her hand between her legs. ‘Did you like the horse?’

Gael nodded, unable to speak for a second.

‘And do you like this?’ she whispered and sucked the nipple gently.