Weekend at Wilderhope Manor (4 page)

"So," she said, kicking off her shoes and advancing on Jenny who backed up
toward the bed in mock fear, "been a bad girl, have we? Killing people, were you?"

"So what if I was?" asked Jenny cockily. She could tell her girlfriend was trying to
brazen it out, even though they both knew damn well how this was going to end. "What
are you doing to do about it?"

"Well," she replied, grabbing Jenny's wrists and propelling her so she was
pressed right up against the mattress once more, "I promised those good citizens
downstairs I'd see you brought to justice. So I guess…" she slid her hand under the hem
of Jenny's dress, and added, "…I should punish you. Turn around and put your hands
on the bed."

Having done this before, Stephanie was certain Jenny knew how this went, and
so, her girlfriend obeyed immediately. She shoved the dress up to Jenny's waist, baring

her beautiful ass. Stephanie slipped a foot between Jenny's feet and kicked her
a
nkles
lightly, indicating she should spread her legs. Jenny complied. Admiring the sight
before her, her gaze roved over Jenny's skin, paying particular attention to her firm,
rounded buttocks and the treasures that lay between them. Glancing a little lower, she
saw damp patches on the insides of Jenny's thighs. Grinning, she remembered they'd
been so hasty to make themselves decent in the library that Jenny had had no time to
clean herself up. Never mind, there'd soon be more juices trickling down those luscious
thighs. She'd make sure of it.

"So," said Stephanie, doing her best to sound stern when in fact, she was
clamping the insides of her cheeks between her teeth to keep from smiling. She knew
Jenny couldn't see her, but if she cracked a smile, it would be evident in her voice.

"You've committed a crime, huh? And not just any one, but murder!"

She thwacked her hand down hard on Jenny's right ass cheek, catching her
unawares and making her yelp. The pale flesh quickly bore red marks.

"It doesn't get much worse than that, does it, young lady?" she asked, firmly
smacking the opposite buttock. Jenny yelled again, shaking her head in response to
Stephanie's question.

"What's that, girl?" she queried, her palm braced for another assault on her girl's
bottom. "I can't hear you!"

Smack, smack, smack. Stephanie laid several more blows on Jenny's upturned
ass, none of them particularly hard, just enough to heat her skin and make her squeak
and squirm.

"Noo," Jenny moaned, "it doesn't get much worse. I'm sorry."

That was enough for her, and she sensed it was for Jenny too. They weren't into

BDSM proper, just a little light spanking here and there. Slipping a hand between

Jenny's thighs, she cupped the other girl's vulva and was rewarded by a coating of slick
juices on her palm and fingers. Pulling away, she put the hand to her mouth and licked
off the tangy cream, letting out an involuntary "mmm" of pleasure as she did so.

Once satisfied she'd sucked her skin clean, she patted Jenny's ass more gently
now, and said, "I think you've learned your lesson, sweetheart. Now take that dress off
and get on the bed."

Stripping off her own clothes, she watched as Jenny hopped up on the four
-
poster
and made herself comfortable. Sinking down on to the pillows and spreading her
thighs, Jenny touched herself wantonly, deliberately teasing Stephanie as she got

undressed.

In her eagerness and lack of concentration, she got in a tangle with the braces
she'd worn to hold up her men's trousers. Stephanie muttered under her breath as she
finally got the situation under control, then made short work of the rest of her outfit,
with the exception of her boxer shorts.

Jenny watched, wide-eyed as she cupped her groin, pressing the fake cock
against her skin. "Want me to bring a friend to join in, sweetheart?" she asked, knowing
Jenny would realise she meant a toy as opposed to a real person.

Smiling coyly and looking through her lashes, Jenny nodded. With that,
Stephanie pulled down the boxers and removed the appendage she'd worn all evening,
discarding them both on the floor. She moved to the case they'd brought with them,
which they'd dubbed their “Bag of Tricks.” Crouching, she felt a squelch from her own
crotch and realised just how desperate she was to get off. Jenny was one up on her on
the orgasm front, and didn't Stephanie know it. Her labia felt fat and swollen, and her
clit both tingled and throbbed as if it were trying to remind her of its
p
resence. Oh, she
remembered it, all right.

Flipping open the case, she rummaged around until she found what she wanted.

She grabbed a bottle of lube too, just in case. She doubted it would be necessary, but
she'd rather be prepared than have their lovemaking interrupted. She hadn't even
started yet, but she didn't want to stop until she'd had at least three orgasms. She was
so horny she felt as if she were going to explode.

Standing and turning, she quickly whipped her hands behind her back, an
attempt to conceal what she carried until the last minute. As she caught sight of what
Jenny was doing, her near-explosion factor became even more critical. Jenny finger
fucked
herself. She did it in a languid fashion, so as not to come, but she stuffed herself
deeply with three fingers. Her girl’s hand was covered in her slick feminine juices and

Stephanie was jealous. She wanted in.

Scurrying toward the bed and tossing the toy and lube onto it, she clambered
onto the high mattress as quickly as she could. She saw Jenny's gaze alight on the

double-ended dildo she'd chosen for their playtime and grinned.

"What?" Stephanie asked. "I'm terribly horny, honey. I want to make you come
again, but I'm in serious need myself. What better way?"

Jenny laughed. "I'm with you on that one. Come here."

She moved into Jenny's outstretched arms, then lay down next to her and they
moved to press the length of their bodies together. Putting her hand behind her girl’s
neck, Stephanie pulled her in for an open-mouthed kiss. Simultaneously, both their
hands found their way to the other's slick pout, as if they'd orchestrated it. Stephanie
sucked at Jenny's tongue, stifling the moan that came out of her girlfriend’s mouth as a
result of the fingers she'd just slid into her pussy. She sought Jenny’s G-spot and
stroked it vigorously, even as the other girl did the same, quickly becoming a race to see
who would crack first.

Stephanie felt the familiar feeling of overwhelming pressure in her cunt as Jenny
stimulated the bundle of nerve endings deep inside her. She responded by adding her
thumb to the mix, rubbing her girl’s distended clit firmly until she felt Jenny's pussy
clamping down on her fingers. Stephanie upped the pace. The closer she got to coming,
the more passionately she stroked and fingered Jenny.

Soon, she could hold back no longer. Her orgasm slammed into her violently, the
pressure on her G-spot causing her to squirt all over Jenny's hand, increasing the
blissful feeling of release tenfold. Her walls twitched and grabbed her girlfriend's
probing fingers. Jenny's climax hit milliseconds after Stephanie's, causing them to look
like mirror images of one another—heads thrown back, gasping and moaning, their
hands stuffed between one another's legs.

Eventually, as their orgasms waned and they came back to themselves, she
pulled her hand from between Jenny's legs. She moved it to stroke Jenny's face and hair
tenderly, leaning forward to press a kiss to her swollen and parted lips. Her girlfriend
responded, and the two of them enjoyed a tender, post-orgasmic, fuck-me-that-was-ace
kiss. When they were done, they rearranged themselves so she cradled Jenny, her head
on her girl’s breasts as she played with her lover’s hair.

They stayed that way for some time, and Stephanie even dozed off for a while.

She soon woke up when she felt a strange weight on her stomach. Startled, her eyes
flew open and she looked down to see Jenny trailing the dildo across her skin.

Meeting Jenny's gaze, she grinned as the other girl asked, "Ready for round
two?"

* * *

The following morning, Stephanie had absolutely no wish to get up. A long night
of licking, sucking and fucking into oblivion had left her achy and sore, but
c
o
m
pletely
sated. It had been quite the wild evening. As the time had ticked on and they'd heard
people moving around in the corridor outside, they'd realised others were going to bed.

From then on, they'd done their absolute damnedest to keep quiet, using their fingers,
fists and pillows to stifle their moans and groans of pleasure. Either nobody had heard
them, or perhaps the other guests had been simply too drunk to care, because she and
Jenny received no complaints.

She opened her eyes and saw Jenny, always the earliest to rise, already pouring
boiling water from the kettle into two mugs. Adding two sugars to each, Jenny stirred
both coffees and picked them up, made her way back over to the bed and smiled at

Stephanie.

"Morning, sweetie. I was just going to wake you. Normally I'd leave you be, but
given we didn't eat…food…last night, I thought you might want to get up for breakfast.
I sure as hell did. I'm starving!"

Taking the mug from Jenny with a smile of thanks, she replied, "No, I agree. I'm
ravenous." Glancing at the clock, she continued, "Okay, we have a little while yet, so I'll
just drink this and then we can shower and go down.
Stairs,
I mean!" She added the last
part as she saw Jenny's eyebrows rise. "Dirty girl," Stephanie scolded. "Haven't you had
enough?"

"Of you? Never." Jenny dropped a kiss onto Stephanie’s mussed hair, then
sauntered over to the window, pulling the curtains open to gaze out across
W
ilderhope
Manor's grounds. Her girlfriend stood there, sipping her scalding coffee and wincing
periodically. Stephanie shook her head incredulously. Unlike Jenny, she never could
drink hot beverages so soon after they'd been made.

In fact, she decided, since the coffee had been so recently made, she could
probably head into the bathroom and have a shower. By the time she’d finished, it
would be just about the right temperature. Shuffling out of bed carefully, so as not to
spill the drink, Stephanie padded across the room and put the mug down on the side,
then went to wash up.

Despite the age of the house, the bathrooms were state-of-the-art. Most of these
places clearly realised that although people loved the olde-worlde buildings, rooms and
beds, they were also sticklers for a decent shower in the morning. A pathetic dribble of
water would just not do, and for that, she was extremely grateful.

Stephanie turned on
the spray to almost full power and waited for the hot water to come through. A minor
adjustment of the temperature and she stepped into the cubicle, pulling the door shut
behind her. Immediately, the water pummelling her aching muscles livened her, and
putting her face under the spray for a couple of seconds ensured she was well and truly
alert. Wasting no time, she grabbed the complimentary shampoo, washed and rinsed
her hair, then followed suit with the shower gel on her body. She was in and out in no
time at all.