The League of Ladies
By
Jay Merson
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Chapter 1
Kerry's body bucked wildly, her head thrashing from side to side, her mouth open and mumbling intelligible sighed words of urgency. Her slim thighs tensed and her buttocks clenched as the shudders ripped through her body. Her chest tightened to force the air from her lungs in a great gasp of pained pleasure. Her eyes closed and she rested back to welcome the surging wash of her orgasm as it rushed toward her. Pulling against the ropes in a vain effort to escape added to the feelings of sheer naughtiness and wrong doing, at the same time it brought comfort in that she could relax knowing that she could do nothing to resist.
A finger probed at the entrance to her pussy, hovering tantalisingly, about to move in - but when! Kerry urged it silently to enter her, the powerful sensation pounding through her with increasing intensity to tear at her body and mind. A fingernail touched lightly on the puckered entrance to her anus and it was all too much.
Sobbing and gasping, Kerry screamed. Her hips jerked upward, her body locked in her height of pleasure. A series of tremendous shudders gripped her body and she came powerfully.
Relentlessly the tongue and teeth worked on her, pulling and teasing every last sensation and delightful feeling from her climax. Grunting and thrashing she savoured the exquisite feelings until they began to subside, her body slumping back heavily onto the bed to leave her mewing softly in her delight; her chest heaving as she gulped air into her deflated lungs. It was just one of the benefits and pleasures of being a member of ‘The League of Ladies’.
***
Jackie Miles looked down on the city of London through the black-tinted glass of her office window. She stood erect and thoughtful, facing out over the rooftops of the skyline that by now had become so familiar to her. She felt good, so very good, things were coming together quite nicely both in the League and also in the company, where her new situation had been confirmed by the Directors only the day before.
How she would enjoy the entertainment to come. She gloated inwardly as the object of her gloating entered and sat before her desk
"Had I wanted you to sit, I would have provided a chair," she said without turning.
Awkwardly, he rose to his feet.
"I have been here, as sales director, for two months." she said, turning and fixing him with a hard stare. Her tone was harsh and reprimanding, and then softened to a coaxing voice. "But I have been to this building before - do you recall our previous meeting, Gerald?"
She sat down slowly, deliberately sitting sideways as she crossed her legs, the side of her upper thigh offered beneath the covering of her skirt.
He tried to avert his gaze from her as his confused mind tried to recall their previous meeting. Again and again his eyes returned to drop down and search the hem of her skirt and beyond, to probe hopefully at the point where her soft creamy thighs met at the seat of the chair. The dark tops of her stockings grabbing his attention and distracting him further.
Jackie grinned, her brown eyes sparkling as she enjoyed the game. She loved it, the way they wanted her, lusted hungrily for her - yet she was untouchable and unavailable to them. Her nipples hardened, pressing against the inside cups of her tight bra, she felt a gripping deep in her vulva; it felt so good to be in command.
"Let's refresh your memory," she offered sympathetically. "I came here as a visitor, we met in the corridor outside your office."
He shook his head in denial that he recalled it at all.
"You were then, as you are now, loud and self-opinionated, your comments about me I recall to this day. Loudly and for the benefit of your junior listeners, you sought to humiliate me."
His expression changed, to one of mortification. Horrified and concerned, he shuffled his feet on the thick pile carpet as she prepared to quote him.
"'I know what she needs; I'd give the snotty bitch one. I'd soon make her eyelids flutter and get her screaming for mercy.' Do you remember now, Gerald?"
He flushed deep red in the silence that followed, his eyes flicked over to the smirking Kerry, the personal assistant that he had tried so hard to impress for over a year now. How he longed to get into the little slut's knickers and show how good he was with women. She had constantly resisted and now she was laughing at him.
"Office banter," he said at last, trying desperately to ease his embarrassment. "Silly office banter, that's all it was."
"To a visitor," Jackie questioned seriously. "What kind of company image is that to portray to outsiders?"
He had no answer, his gaze dropped, guilt-ridden as he waited for her to continue.
"Do you still hold that opinion of me, Gerald? Do still think that I am in dire need of a good seeing-to, now I am your boss? To you still think you could make my eyelids flutter and have me begging for mercy?"
"All right!" he shouted back angrily. "I was wrong - I'm sorry."
Jackie re-crossed her legs and sat back deeper in her chair, savouring a moment of silence before speaking once again.
"Your apology is accepted and just for future reference, Gerald, my sex life is - I'm glad to say - both plentiful and totally satisfactory without the need to call upon your considerable experience in that department."
She could almost read his mind at the mention of her plentiful sex-life. His eyes moved up to her breasts. He was imagining her naked and having sex, grunting animal-like as she was being serviced, a wanton whore that loved the attentions of a good stiff cock. The thought of his thoughts excited her.
He didn't answer, his back straightened and his shoulders drew back to an erect posture in acknowledgement of his now defeated and lessened position within the company. Defensive and proud, he tried to bear defeat with dignity, if this ever came out the office staff would have a field day and life here wouldn't be worth living. His position and authority would be eroded to a level that would make his continuance as sales manager totally impossible. He decided to accept the situation as gracefully as he could in the circumstances. His time would come.
Jackie then moved the subject back to business.
"You will, Gerald, report back to me at five o'clock with the full set of sales figures that I asked you for earlier in the week. The figures that you thought that by delaying and withholding from me would embarrass me in front of the other directors at the board meeting yesterday."
"But its Friday," he retorted in astonishment. "You know my train leaves at four-thirty."
"Five o'clock, Gerald," Jackie repeated seriously, her tone harsher and containing a hint of threat.
"Monday," he said quickly and hopefully. "I'm away for the weekend, but I'll have them ready for Monday."
Jackie held his stare, her brown piercing eyes conveying an outright but silent challenge.
"Today at five," she restated firmly and waved her hand casually in dismissal; indicating that his interview had ended, his presence no longer required and nothing more to be said.
Gerald hesitated, fumbling for words. Then he sighed deeply in resignation, shrugged his shoulders and stormed from the room, slamming the door noisily behind him.
Kerry sat silently, testing the atmosphere and unsure whether to speak or not.
"Like a coffee?" Jackie suggested brightly to ease the girl’s worries and clapping her hands together as she shuffled her chair closer to the desk.
"My God," Kerry breathed in awe as the silence broke. "No-one has ever dared to take him on and survived."
"Until now," Jackie responded easily.
"You know, he can't possibly get that information to you by the end of today."
Jackie sat back in her chair, a look of achievement about her, "He can't?" she questioned innocently.
"The sales information comes in today and is collated late this evening, then, if he worked all weekend, he could produce them by midday Monday at the earliest. The computer system won't allow him..."
Kerry was interrupted by Jackie's beaming smile that turned to a knowing rising of the eyebrows, "Really?" she stated. "Then he has a working weekend ahead of him doesn't he?"
Kerry stood bemused as her mind absorbed the impossibility of the request and the reply to her advice. Then she too smiled and burst out laughing, "I'll get the coffee," she giggled and almost ran from the room.
Jackie had rested her feet on the desk in front of her, aware that Kerry was casting occasional glances at her legs between sips of her coffee. It felt good; this younger and sexually naive girl simply drooling in admiration, she would be easy, interesting and exciting, but easy none-the-less. Recruitment to the League was never simple, only a certain type could be nurtured and trained for admission; this girl showed all the early signs of suitability and only time would tell.
"As from today, Kerry, you will call me Jackie. We will become close and the very best of friends as well as working colleagues - providing of course that you maintain my trust and give me total loyalty and obedience."
"Goes without saying," Kerry responded instantly. "The way you dealt with the prowler..."
"Is that what you call him?"
Kerry placed her cup and saucer on the desk, taking the opportunity to sneak a glance at the long nylon-covered legs stretched out lazily on the desk before her.
"Yep, He always tries-it-on with all of us girls - never gets anywhere though. He made some headway with a temp called Alison once, they went out a couple of times but he never - you know..."
"Fucked her?" Jackie prompted casually.
Kerry was stunned; she flushed and picked up her empty cup and saucer to help cover her embarrassment. She didn't quite know where to look or what to say, "I wouldn't have put it quite so... like that."
"Why not, how would you have put it?"
Kerry wriggled with embarrassment, "Make love, probably."
Jackie gave a half-laugh, "How sweet of you. Tell me more about the 'prowler'."
Glad that the subject had changed, Kerry launched into her description of Gerald, "Bossy, creepy and disliked by all. He's always looking, you know..."
"Mentally undressing you?"
"Yes, leering and lusting."
"Mmmm," Jackie sighed wistfully and sipped at her coffee. Stunned at her comment, Kerry looked questioningly at the older woman.
"How can you say that, Miss Miles?"
"Jackie, remember," she corrected. "Easily is the answer. I like the way they leer at me, I see it as a compliment. I love it when they try to imagine what I'm like under my clothing; it gives me a terrific buzz. Men are so easy to both predict and to handle."
"I wish I thought that."
"Trust me Kerry; they were put on this earth to be manipulated. I do just that and get them hard and wanting, what better compliment for a woman is there than a man getting an erection over her?"
Kerry didn't answer; she sat silently gaping at the confident woman before her, unable to quite believe that this was the same woman that she had known for the last couple of months. The clear-cut and efficient businesswoman that had got her head down and applied herself to learn the company systems and procedures in record time, the woman that had taken and exercised control over the office and staff to bring a refreshing new wind of change. A more relaxed and happy atmosphere that had seen a corresponding increase in sales and productivity to confirm that her approach was the right one.
"Does that shock you Kerry, that the thought of men getting a hard-on for me could excite me?"
"Frankly yes, it does shock me. I thought that you..."
Jackie smiled tenderly at the young girl, "That I was a frumpy career woman of thirty-four who had gained her position in the company and was married to the job?"
"Something like that."
"You have a lot to learn, Kerry." The long slim legs of Jackie crossed over one another, the side of her skirt falling away in the process to reveal the thicker black top of hold-up stockings; a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Kerry.
"I'd like to - learn that is, if you would teach me."
The older woman closed her eyes, moaning softly in satisfaction, her thoughts sweet and of the young girl with the firm fresh body so close to her. The little bitch would be easier to snare than she had first thought. She was looking forward to training this little angel, very much indeed.
"Boyfriends, do you have any?"
"Err, not at the moment."
The more experienced woman read between the lines, sensing the hesitancy and the evasion in her answer. Men weren't too thick on the ground in Kerry's young life, that much was certain.
"Still a virgin then?" Jackie opened her eyes suddenly to catch Kerry looking straight up her skirt. The young girl averted her eyes instantly and flushed bright red at having been caught out.
"That's rather a personal question," Kerry said, her gaze downcast, trying at all costs to avoid looking anywhere near Jackie's legs.
"So you are then," Jackie confirmed calmly, "Nothing to be ashamed of. We all were once, eighteen and untouched, if only I could be that once again."
"Don't mock me," Kerry pleaded softly, her voice little more than a whisper.
Jackie's tone soothed the young girl, velvety and coaxing, her voice encouraged, "Listen, it's our secret. I would never mock something that I - and all other women - would give their right arm for, I envy you - I don't mock you."
"Really," Kerry answered brightly, raising her head to search Jackie's face for even the faintest hint of insincerity. There was none.
"Most certainly, I can remember myself at eighteen but it is simply a fond memory alas and as to the virgin part, well that is a distant memory indeed."
The telephone ringing interrupted the conversation. Kerry answered and then held her hand over the mouthpiece.
"It's the prowler; he wants to speak to you."
"You handle him."
"Me, I couldn't do that."
A disapproving stare from Jackie added emphasis to her next words. "Learn Kerry, they are like children, treat them as such. Take command, girl, and don't be brow-beaten by the little shit."
Once again, Jackie rested back with her eyes closed and listened as the angelic voice of Kerry did her bidding.
"She's on the other line at the moment... oh dear, She won't be happy with that news." Kerry's tone became firmer and more confident with every moment that passed. "Well I suggest that you do just that, Gerald and cancel your weekend away. If the figures aren't there for Monday at the latest I have been instructed to place advertisements for your replacement."
Silence fell for a moment before Kerry spoke again.
"Oh Gerald," Kerry said as an after-thought and continued sarcastically down the phone before replacing the receiver. "Have a nice weekend."
A great smile creased Jackie's face; she opened her eyes to see the young Kerry beaming with satisfaction.
"Another coffee I think, Kerry, to celebrate me gaining a dutiful and very able P.A."
"Thanks Jackie, I think I'm going to enjoy working for you," Kerry said with sincerity. "No - I just know I will."
As Kerry turned to leave, Jackie stalled her.
"Do I recall that you live alone, a flat in Golders Green if I remember correctly?"
"I share with a girl-friend actually, but yes in Golders Green. Why do you ask?"
"Just that I'm taking some of these files to work on them down in the country this weekend - I have a little place there - and could do with some help if you were free."
Kerry thought for a moment, pondering the suggestion. It would be great to get away from this area for a while. A break from listening to her flat-mate Hannah screaming her delight as her boyfriend gave her the usual weekend's ration of sex.
"I wasn't actually planning to do anything special so I'm free all weekend."
"It wouldn't be all work, we could go for a drink and I could show you around the estate."
Kerry's eyes widened in amazement, obviously impressed, "Estate?"
"Nothing grand, my parent's place actually but I have my own cottage in the grounds. They are abroad; spend most of their time there so the place is empty - tempted?"
"We have deal," Kerry said excitedly.
"Great, now, let's have that coffee shall we."
***
Hannah checked her long blonde hair in the mirror fixed to the wardrobe door.
"Lucky sod," she said enviously when Kerry told her of her weekend away.
Kerry lounged back on the double bed of Hannah's room, snuggling excitedly into the deep quilt that she always felt was so much more comfortable than hers.
"Great isn't it, and on an estate too."
"Lady Muck," Hannah teased. "Watch out for those serfs, they might have straw in their underwear when they serve you."
"At least I won't have to listen to you and Mike climbing to great heights of passion. The walls in this place do little to cover your wailing."
"Meowwww – jealous are you?"
Kerry's tone became more serious; she sat upright, her arms cuddled around her knees, "Of the sex perhaps, but of you or Mike certainly not. You know I'm happy for both of you that you are so close."
Hannah turned, a tall girl with the big breasts that could get any man she wanted. Her slim figure and ultra-long legs, her blue eyes and narrow hips made her every man's fantasy fodder. Kerry looked longingly at the beautiful girl that she had known for so long.
Hannah moved to sit on the edge of the bed; she placed a comforting hand on Kerry's thigh. Her ample breasts restrained within the tight bra were pushed upward and inward to create a firm and tempting cleavage of soft and warm flesh.
"You'll lose your cherry soon. Sex is not always what it's cracked-up to be," Hannah said soothingly and reassuringly.
An impish smile broke over Kerry's face as she teased her friend, maintaining the humour and schoolgirl silliness that they were so well-known for. The element they both shared and that helped to bond their close friendship and help them through times such as these with light-hearted and at times, wicked sense of humour.
"Is that why you suffer it several times a day at weekends? To assure yourself that it really isn't that good?"
Hannah slapped her playfully.
"If you're that desperate I could ask Mike to educate you - you know, three in a bed and all that. Not that I want to share him of course."
"The way you two go at it I wouldn't get a look in. Anyway, I want it to be private when it happens. Not something I would want to share with an audience."
Hannah stood and returned to the mirror to brush her hair. The small black bra strap pulled tightly across her slim back and her tiny little panties pulled harshly in between the firm cheeks of her buttocks. Kerry sat admiring the sleek body before her as she had done many times before. The two were firm friends, they always had been, and they shared every aspect of each other's lives with nothing remaining secret, full details of each and every encounter with men was shared over a few glasses of wine. It was like a pact; more one-sided in Hannah's favour when it came to sex Kerry had to admit. Groping and kissing was all the experience with men that she had to share, fumbling of her breasts and clumsy attempts to force their hands into her knickers. Not very interesting or exciting, it seemed almost insignificant when compared to Hannah's many revelations. Eighteen years old and never even seen a real cock close-up much less ever touched one...
The need had been growing steadily within her for some time now. Kerry felt gripping spasms from time to time, deep inside her, low in her stomach and vulva. Light and pleasant they were when they came to her, but a nagging ache at the same time, one that simply wouldn't go away and grew day by day. In bed at night, her clitoris would harden for no apparent reason, her nipples would firm and the sensations she felt were like an itch that she couldn't scratch. Kerry was aware that her sexual awakening was happening, quite how or when she could relieve this tension within her, she didn't know.
She found herself looking at Hannah and her wonderful body in a different way at times, a strong urge to touch and to caress, to gain the exciting feelings and to experience those tingling sensations that came to her at odd moments. To savour the touch of the silky soft skin and the firm strong muscles of her friend's thighs and breasts. To know intimately what lay so tantalizingly beneath her skimpy underwear.
"What time are you leaving tomorrow?" Hannah asked to break Kerry's thoughts as she continued brushing her shoulder-length hair.
Kerry swung her legs around and sat sideways on the bed, flushing slightly at the thought that Hannah could actually know what she had been thinking. "Saturday," she flustered. "Jackie's picking me up here at eight in the morning."
"Packed have you?" Hannah asked, undoing her bra and throwing it across the room to land hanging from the side of her linen bin. She turned, bunching her hair behind her head with both hands, her naked breasts hanging free and uncovered.
Kerry felt a strong jolt in her vulva, a strange mix of envy and sexual lust. Soft rounded orbs of breasts were offered so close to her face, long firm nipples stuck out hard and so temptingly from dark brown circles that surrounded them. Kerry swallowed hard, her gaze fixed, mesmerized by the perfectly shaped breasts and the slim, nipped waist that tapered up to them, the way that the thin material of Hannah's panties pulled tightly across her prominent mons, moulding themselves to the shape of her body beneath. The lips of her labia were clearly defined under the black material between her slender thighs.
"What?" Hannah asked, looking down at her breasts as she became aware of Kerry's stare.
"Nothing," Kerry said quickly and stood up, hoping to cover her embarrassment by busying herself. She pulled the suitcase from the wardrobe and slung it heavily on to the bed.
"Okay if I use yours, mine's a bit tatty for country estates?"
Unconvinced, Hannah came close and put her arm around Kerry's shoulder, her warm breast pressing against Kerry's shoulder. "Sex isn't everything," she observed wisely. "Believe me."
Kerry shuddered at the feel of Hannah's closeness, the touch of her breast and the sweet warmth of her body transmitted through the thin sleeve of her T-shirt.
"If I had your equipment I'd know, wouldn't I?" Kerry answered solemnly.
Gripping Kerry's shoulders, Hannah turned her friend to face her.
"You are young and pretty, with a wonderful figure and great personality. What more could a man want?"
"A body like yours perhaps."
"Listen, I scare more men away than I attract. I get the wrong sort, the good ones steer well clear of me."
"Huh!"
"True I promise, they seem to think that I threaten their sexual prowess, you know, like I'm a nympho or something."
"How very true," Kerry quipped, her mood brightening. Both girls giggled again at the comment, it was at times like this, Kerry felt, that she knew why she had chosen Hannah to be her friend and flatmate.
"That's better, more like the old Kerry I once knew. You go and have a good weekend away on your estate and when you get back we'll talk this thing through properly, okay?"
"Okay," Kerry said more positively.
"That's after I hear all the gory details of your hobnobbing with upper classes on country estates - and those strapping country lads."
Kerry began unbuckling the straps of the suitcase. She added a devilish remark that would be sure to provoke a response from her friend.
"If, that is, you've enough energy left after Mike has been round here."
Hannah whirled around and threw the hairbrush in Kerry's direction playfully, "Bitch."
"Slut," Kerry countered giggling as she jumped onto the bed.
"I am, I am," Hannah giggled gyrating her hips and cupping her breasts sexily. "I admit it."
Cowering behind the bed on the other side where she had rolled off the bed, Kerry laughed childishly at her friend's behaviour.
"Could hardly deny it could you? Howling Hannah I should call you."
"Just because you get-off listening to us, I bet you put your ear to the wall."
Kerry giggled louder.
"And I bet you watch us through the keyhole," Hannah added excitedly.
At which remark Kerry stopped laughing and blushed red once again.
Chapter 2
The red BMW convertible sped through the traffic and onto the slip road that would lead them to the Hampshire countryside. The fabric top of the car down and the sun shining, Kerry rested back in the passenger seat and closed her eyes to enjoy the journey.
"You look great," Jackie complimented once they were free of the heavier traffic and beginning to wind their way through narrow country lanes.
Kerry ran her hand casually through her jet-black hair as it fluttered in the breeze coming over the top of the windscreen.
"Thanks," Kerry said brightly. She felt relaxed and good. The short black pleated skirt that she wore was one of her favourites. It showed her legs to best effect, she was pleased that Jackie had noticed. The always immaculately dressed Jackie was a role model for any younger woman to look to.
In dark glasses, tight-fitting jeans and tee shirt, Jackie looked years younger than her thirty-four, Kerry felt. The slim, neat figure revealed as she had never seen it before, the tight firm buttocks bending over as she had lifted Kerry's suitcase into the boot of the car back at the flat, stuck firmly in her mind.
"You look quite ravish...nice yourself."
The older woman smiled, she noted the young girl's interest in her body. "Nearly there," she announced swinging the car around a tight and blind bend.
The smells of the countryside wafted into Kerry's nostrils to bite acidly at her senses. She watched the fields pass rapidly and thicker hedgerows begin to line the lanes, turning the scene into an increasingly rural setting. At length, the car veered off the road and drew sliding to a halt on a small gravelled area in front of a tall pair of wrought-iron gates supported by two enormous stone pillars.
Jackie gave several loud blasts of the car horn and waited, tapping her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel.
From the small lodge building just inside the gates, a young man appeared, slow in his movements, he unlocked the gates and unhurriedly pulled them open. As soon as there was sufficient space, Jackie gunned the accelerator and the car lurched forwards onto the Tarmac driveway.
"This can't be it, surely," Kerry gasped in amazement. "It's so big and so wonderful."
Jackie smiled at the reaction and steered the car at break-neck pace along the winding drive toward the thick group of trees in the centre of the sprawling grassland.
"It most certainly is, Kerry. I love this place, so quiet and remote, my chance to get away from it all."
Kerry sat silently, looking at each and every part of the sprawling estate as they drove down the long driveway and into the trees. They were soon in darker surroundings under the foliage canopy created by the overhanging branches lined the drive to create a leafy tunnel.
The house came into view and the car pulled to a halt on the cobbled area at the side of the huge building. Tall and old, it looked like a setting from a foreign film, part Victorian it had high square windows and a red tiled roof, four great white pillars supported the canopy over the entrance to the huge front door. Well maintained, the building was painted in a wheat-coloured wash, the window frames bargeboards and shutters picked out in white. Neatly tended gardens with crisp lean edges to the lawns and flowerbeds alive with coloured plants surrounded the building.
Mesmerized, Kerry stepped out of the car, her eyes never moving from the tall and impressive house. She surveyed it, every detail of the grand building, standing back so as to take-in the full size and beauty of it.
"It's a mansion," She gasped in astonishment. "I didn't expect anything like this."
"French influence added to an original English building, not really my taste but yes, it is a mansion and I love it just the same," Jackie said proudly, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "It holds many fond memories for me, I still like being in there."
"Fantastic," Kerry sighed, "Simply fantastic."
"I'll show you around it tomorrow, for now though we come down to earth a little, I'll show you my little place."
***
Mike was tied to the bed, his wrists secured to the head rail by two chiffon scarves, his ankles tied with neck-ties, he was naked and aroused. His stiff cock stuck-up straight from the thick bush of pubic hair around his groin, the foreskin pulled back tightly against the shaft. The bulbous head, slightly purplish in colour, seemed to throb with his excitement as the blood pumped into it, a drop of lubricant squeezed from the eye-hole in the very tip. He raised his head and shoulders to try to see her, he had been there for what seemed ages whilst she changed in the bathroom.
"I'm never quite sure about being tied Hannah, it's horny but you know I like to get on top and rut away in you," he called through to her.
Hannah checked herself in the mirror one final time, the throbbing excitement rushed through her. Naughty and so unlike her usual straight sex, this dressing-up had a profound effect on her, she was glad that she had furthered the idea. Kerry being away had given her the opportunity, now she wanted to really get him panting.
"Well?" She asked beaming as she moved into the doorway and stood posing for him.
Again he raised his head to look, the shock and disbelief that registered on his face gave Hannah such a tremendous jolt that ran right through her to jar her hardening clitoris and bring her nipples to full erection. Her heart beat fast to pump the blood exciting through her, she literally throbbed with sensation.
The short candy-stripe nurse's uniform hugged tightly to her body, the hem stopping just short of her groin to show her black, nylon covered legs to perfection. The white apron and bib of the outfit, swelling out beneath and over to hug tightly to her breasts to create a tantalising sight that no man could resist. The small white cap on her head and the bright red lipstick on her soft full lips added to the devastatingly sensual look.
"My God," He groaned.
Her heart beating faster now, Hannah walked slowly over to stand beside the bed, towering over the naked tethered youth. The veins in her throat thumped her excitement, small flutters in her stomach and lower groin gave a slightly nervous feel that dispersed as his hungry eyes roamed her from head to foot.
Hannah leaned forwards, parting her red lips so sexily, her delicate long fingers reaching out for his throbbing cock.
"Got a temperature, have we?" She teased in high-pitched voice.
He groaned loudly as her slim fingers closed around the erect shaft of his cock, the warmth and lightness of her touch making his hips rise to meet it gratefully.
This was incredible, Hannah though. The pulsing surges of delightful sensation washed through her in great waves of increasing excitement. Never had she done this before, nothing even remotely like it. Thought about it, she certainly had, but actually doing it - never. To have him helpless and bound, to tease him and to offer herself so wantonly sent her to new and exciting heights of sexual arousal.
"Untie me, Hannah," Mike whined. "Let me feel you and get inside you."
She squeezed her hand gently around his shaft and flicked her thumb lightly across the tip of his cock. Her warm fingers, so slim and delicate, the way her eyes simpered sexuality and those full succulent red lips that parted so enticingly.
He cried out, his body heaving off the bed and falling back down again.
"Oh please," he moaned as if in agony. "Please, Hannah."
With her left hand, she pulled the front of her short uniform up to her waist to show her tight little red panties beneath. Her slender thighs, the creamy white flesh above her stocking tops and the way her panties pulled so tightly across her pussy.
"Is this what you want, you naughty boy?" She teased throatily.
The pounding excitement simply got better, his eyes moved between her legs, hungry and wanting; searching her body and longing to be able to touch and caress her. Hannah shuddered at the strength of the new series of ripples that ran through her. Why? She asked herself, hadn't she done this before, happy until now just to cuddle him and have straight sex. This was so - so powerful and electrifying, she was calling the tune and he could do nothing except whine and plead to be allowed to touch her.
"Let me free, you bitch," he spat angrily in frustration.
She released her grip on him instantly and let her skirt drop back down to cover her panties from his gaze.
"Hannah, didn't like that," she scolded sexily.
The long red-painted nail of her right index finger traced a line gently down the underside of his twitching cock. He gasped and bucked his hips upward, groaning his pleasure and the exquisite agony that he felt.
"Harder," he gasped urgently. "Hold it properly and squeeze it for me."
Hannah ignored him, the thumping excitement had made her head feel light, it was like nothing she had ever known. A high to end them all, a buzzing and electrifying sensation that urged her on as it filled her body and tore at her insides low in her pussy.
She turned her back to him and lifted her skirt. She began gyrating her hips as the flat of her hands smoothed down over the silky material of her panties, caressing the skin of her firm buttocks through the thin material. Caressing and stroking, tracing her fingers into each contour of her firm flesh for his benefit.
The pounding surges became stronger, she was wet, her pussy juices flowing freely as she tantalised him wickedly. Her long slender fingers with their red-painted nails dipped and squeezed into her soft flesh. Her hips circling in a base and yet sensual dance of pure erotic swaying. She felt a whore, an unprincipled woman that was using her body to gain her own satisfaction without regard to his needs. These thoughts and more spurred her on.
Mike groaned loudly, his body tensing as he watched the sweet firm moving buttocks so close and yet so untouchable. His cock jerked in small involuntary spasms as his excitement built.
"Please, Hannah," he whined pathetically.
Looking over her shoulder at him as she wriggled her backside so provocatively, she increased the tempo and moved her feet apart to lower her hips. Her thighs parted and knees bent, she jerked her hips to mimic sexual thrusting.
"Beg me," she said huskily. "If you want it, you have to beg."
She felt wave after wave of terrific powerful sensation run through her, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in a warm covering of tingling and exciting sexual thrill. The feelings increased as she moved so unashamedly. The first ripples of her building orgasm tugged at her insides, the internal muscles first gripping and then releasing to set a steady rhythm that brought her ever closer. Her hip movements became more and more erotic and exaggerated, grinding and jerking her hips and buttocks mimicking rough and frantic sex now. Base yet sensual, crude yet so very erotic, a beauty such as her radiated sex normally, at this moment, it was raw sexual pleasure to see the sight.
"Rotten bitch," He groaned; his eyes fixed on her parted thighs, the way she was moving and bucking, she was highly aroused such as he had never seen.
Mike grunted and then cried out. His body tensed and bucked, his strong arms pulling against his bonds in an effort to escape. His hips jerked upward in one final thrust, he gasped and came. Thick globules of his sperm jetted powerfully into the air to splash down onto his chest and stomach. He turned his face in disgust as little droplets splashed onto his chin and cheek.
It was all too much for Hannah, she felt dizzy with excitement, the incessant pounding in her body had built to such a crescendo that nothing could stop her now. Her hands moved to the chest of drawers in front of her to steady herself. The thumping surges tearing at her body were racking her slight frame to orgasm. She wanted it, needed it, welcomed it so readily, she urged it onward and braced herself. The sight of Mike's sperm jetting out, the fact that it had been her body that brought him off just by looking gave her deep and welcome satisfaction.
Hannah's head threw back, her back arched and she screamed. Her hips jerked several times before her legs turned jelly-like. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor, her body convulsing in light rippling spasms of extreme pleasure. She lay crumpled on the floor mewing softly as the sweet sensations of after-orgasm washed through her.
***
The small flat was above the converted stable block on the other side of the cobbled area, close to the house but separated and private. A narrow stone staircase ran up the side to a blue-painted door set back into the big stone slabs that constructed the building.
"Garages they are now, stables we have, but on the other side of the estate," Jackie explained as she lifted the suitcases out of the boot of the car.
Above the six huge wooden garage doors, a row of neat little windows, painted white frames with blue and white Gingham curtain tied neatly back on each side, defined the flat.
"How marvellous," Kerry gushed and ran to the foot of the stairs like an excited child. "Can I see inside?"
Jackie chuckled and called out in response, "Go ahead, I'll bring these."
The inside of the flat resembled a small cottage. It had low wooden beams and a fireplace with a wide mantel above it, the furniture was neat and practical, it suited the room ideally and had been well chosen. The building had a warm and welcoming atmosphere about it that made Kerry feel as though she were in her own home.
Aware now that Jackie stood behind her, Kerry turned to face her. The expression of delight on her face made words unnecessary.
"Straight through to the bedroom," Jackie prompted and followed with the suitcases.
A small but fully equipped kitchen lay just behind the return wall under the archway and along further, next to the bathroom was the only bedroom with a double bed in the centre of the small room. Tastefully decorated, clean and airy, the room was delightful. Kerry didn't dare ask about the sleeping arrangements.
***
Mike threw the ties angrily at Hannah once he was released.
"Warped bitch," He shouted, his lips curled back in more a snarl than an expression, "Pervert."
He dressed quickly and stormed out, slamming the door hard behind him.
Hannah stood silently by the dressing table in the bedroom unable to grasp why he had become so angry with her. She shrugged and gave a two-fingered gesture at the door he had just left through.
Slowly, she began to unbutton the tiny nurse's uniform, watching herself in the long mirror as she did so. The apron removed, she unbuttoned the top of her dress, her hips once again beginning to move sensually as she worked.
It had been so good. Sod him, she thought, if he can't cope with a little variation, well that was his problem. Hannah stepped out of the little dress and stood gyrating her hips slowly, watching her reflection as she peeled her panties down over her hips and thighs. Inspecting her body as it became uncovered and pleased with what she saw, the full prominent mound of her mons, the puffy lips of her labia with their fine coating of blonde wispy hair and the erect clitoris jutting out expectantly.
Her mind recounted the actions and the feelings that she had experienced earlier, she wanted them again. No more straight missionary stuff for her, the excitement of teasing and tantalising were too powerful and too good to miss. From now on, she knew what she wanted in sexual terms and if Mike wanted to play the hurt little schoolboy - then tough. There surely would be other men that would willingly endure her teasing. Her hand rested between her legs, pressing against the rapidly hardening clitoris. She murmured softly to herself and pressed harder; closing her eyes to drink-in the sweet and wonderful sensations it produced for her.
***
The sun was now setting and the chill of the spring evenings beginning to bite. Jackie and Kerry settled down in front of the blazing log fire with a chilled bottle of wine. The small room of the cottage took almost no time at all to warm to a comfortable temperature. The low orange-tinted light from the table lamp seemed to emit warmth of its own, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.
"Enjoy the riding?" Jackie asked casually as she settled herself on the thick rug, resting her back against the two-seater settee behind her. Kerry mirrored her movement and sat on the rug facing her, her back against the small winged chair. She held the glasses whilst Jackie poured liberal quantities of wine into each glass.
"It was certainly different. I've never been on a horse until today."
"Cheers," Jackie offered and chinked glasses. "I enjoy riding, mostly done alone so it was nice to have company today - even nicer that it was yours."
Kerry felt touched; she liked Jackie, very much. The lovely things she said simply reinforced that feeling. She gulped the wine in toast to her older and wiser host, warm and relaxed in her company.
Jackie sighed and stretched her legs out in front of her, "Erotic isn't it? Riding I mean."
Kerry almost choked as she sipped at her wine, "Erotic? How do you get that from riding?"
Refilling their glasses, Jackie put the bottle down and relaxed back, speaking slowly and dreamily.
"Straddled, with your legs forced apart, a heaving muscular movement between your thighs, It’s so powerful and horny."
"My God," Kerry giggled as the wine began to take effect.
"Nice the way your clitty rubs against the horn of the saddle."
"What!" The young girl squealed in surprise.
Jackie looked across at her knowingly. "You felt it today, I know you did."
"I did not," Kerry stated indignantly.
The older woman's voice was calm and soothing. "I watched you, in your ever-so tight black leggings that left little to the imagination."
Kerry blushed and drank several more mouthfuls, "They're just an old pair of leggings," Kerry dismissed.
"Old or not," Jackie's velvety voice intoned. "They certainly showed your neat little figure off to perfection - my God, the way they moulded themselves to your cute little backside."
"To show how skinny I am you mean."
"Even skinny girls can experience the wonderful feelings of rubbing against a hard leather saddle and believe me you are not skinny. You have a wonderful, neat body that many would desire."
Kerry smiled back warmly, her head feeling a little muzzy, her body warm and relaxed as the drink began to take effect, "Well okay, I did feel the saddle rubbing against me. In that position you can't help it can you?" She said almost laughing.
Again the glasses were refilled, Jackie sat back looking the young girl over as she had done throughout the day, making no secret of her interest in the girl. She knew instinctively that Kerry was flattered by the attention, ripe and ready.
"My God," Jackie breathed, the way your leggings hugged your shape; pulling right up into the crease of your buttocks and stretching across your mound -it had me all goose-bumpy, if you know what I mean."
"I do, I do," the tipsy Kerry readily agreed. "The same effect as your tight jeans had on me earlier."
Jackie moved slowly, she reached across to place her hand on Kerry's arm.
"What a lovely thing to say, Kerry. You're such a warm and wonderful person."
Kerry shuddered at the touch. The tingling sensations that it produced set her body afire with desire, sexual desire.
"Jackie," Kerry said nervously. "I don't want to offend...but, well...it's hard to say this."
"Speak freely, we're friends."
"I'm not...you know...I mean that - I like men."
Jackie smiled, "Lesbian? Good God Neither am I. Give me a good stiff cock any day in preference."
The relief was all too apparent on Kerry's face, she giggled as she relaxed again.
Jackie watched the reaction and then added sexily, "Bi-sexual, yes - sex with women can be doubly fantastic, you don't have to be a lesbian to enjoy the best of both worlds."
The young girl silently, looking directly into Jackie's eyes, "You mean you have already done it?"
"I sure have, and I love it. With men it's great," she stated seriously and then giggled, "With a woman - simply out of this world."
Kerry's interest was roused, her mind turning-over rapidly, trying to imagine what exactly women could do with each other that couldn't be done with a man, "A man will do fine for me at the moment - if I ever find one," Kerry slurred slightly as she made the statement. She reached for the wine bottle and refilled both glasses a little unsteadily.
"No luck in that quarter?" Jackie probed.
"Huh, I wish."
Jackie's eyes moved over the black nylon clad legs of the young girl, searching at the soft upper thigh that had come exposed as the girl drew her knees up; the short black skirt falling away to show her creamy thighs almost to her hip. The little bitch was unaware and the older woman took full advantage of the display offered.
"You have the body and the looks, so how come no offers?"
"You tell me."
"Would you really like me to?" Jackie asked seriously as she dangled the bait.
The giggling Kerry sipped at the wine, "Grateful wouldn't be the word. I need all the help I can get."
Jackie put down her glass and stood up, she moved back to stand about three-feet away from the girl and posed sexily.
"Make eye-contact, Kerry," she breathed huskily and looked directly into the girl's eyes. "Convey to them the deep warmth and hunger that you possess. Tell them with your eyes that they are the object of your desires and that you will do anything they wish."
Kerry watched, her eyes moving up and down the beautiful elegant woman before her. Their gaze met, tingling and exciting feelings began to run through her, she felt alive and totally absorbed as Jackie began to sway her hips sexily.
"Show them your body - offer it," the low thick voice continued as her hands began to run up and over her body, stroking so sexily over her clothing. "Let them know of the sensuality your body holds and that it could be theirs."
Kerry swallowed hard, the hypnotic tones of Jackie's voice, coaxing and drawing her into the heady and erotic atmosphere of teasing tantalisation.
The older woman slowly unbuttoned the front of her blue blouse, watching the young girl's face, the way her expression fixed in anticipation and growing interest.
"Tease them, Kerry," the husky voice droned so sexily. "Make them drool for you."
Her little black bra was visible now as the two halves of the blouse were pulled apart. Soft breasts pushed upward and together by the three-quarter cup lacy bra, firm and inviting flesh that created a deep cleavage between her soft orbs.
The blouse removed, the hypnotic and sensual movements of Jackie's slim body seemed greater, having a deeper and more powerful affect on the watching girl. The hips gyrating slowly, to hint at the soft yet strong thighs beneath her grey skirt, the firm buttocks pushing hard against the material to move so sexily in abandoned offering.
"Make them want you," Jackie whispered and released her bra to let it fall away to the floor."
A little gasp came from Kerry's dry lips; she sipped absently at her wine, full breasts, perfectly rounded and firm, with neat nipples that stuck-out so tantalisingly. She felt herself wanting to touch them, to feel them and caress the tempting body before her.
"Make them want," the hypnotic voice intoned softly.
Her whole body was moving now, in slow and sensual movements, her hips thrusting forwards at times to send shivers of pleasure through Kerry's body that excited her clitoris to erection.
Jackie's slender fingers drew sexily up her moving thighs, trapping the hem of her pleated grey skirt and drawing it slowly upward.
"Want, Kerry, want," Jackie repeated softly. "Do you want, Kerry?"
The young girl sat mesmerised, her eyes fixed on the slim thighs, the black hold-up stockings and the soft white flesh above them as the skirt drew ever higher.
"Yes," Kerry whispered almost automatically, her mind detached and distant, unaware of her words as she watched spellbound. "Yes."
The skirt pulled up to Jackie's waist, small white panties cut high on the hip pulled tightly and smoothly across the mound of Jackie's mons and pussy. Stretching tightly and clinging to every sensual curve of her firm buttocks, her hips and thighs so slender and graceful, moving so hypnotically to project pure and wanton sexual arousal.
The skirt dropped to the floor, Jackie stood naked save for the black hold-up stockings and little white panties. Her breathing was deep and rhythmic, her face flushed with excitement and sexual longing, her body throbbing with desire for the youthful body so close to her.
"To touch and to feel," Jackie's voice coaxed huskily. She turned, smoothing her hands over the curve of her soft firm buttocks, caressing her flesh through the flimsy material covering.
"Do you, Kerry - want to feel and to touch?"
The young girl was lost in the heady world of high sexual arousal. Her heart beat fast, the musky scent of the older woman's body, combined with her soft perfume blended into a sexy scent of need to add further to the increasing excitement she felt. Her clitoris seemed to cry out for attention, her body throbbed with its need as she watched the erotic movements of the near naked woman before her.
"Yes. Oh yes," Kerry said louder with meaning, to be able to feel the silky smooth skin, warm and so sensual.
Jackie's right hand moved down between her legs to cover and to cup her mons, squeezing her pussy through her thin panties, her long slender fingers pressing onto the swollen lips of her labia, the bright red fingernails showing brightly against the white as they began rubbing so slowly and sexily.
"Imagine, Kerry, what lies beneath," The older woman breathed in a low voice that was thick with arousal.
"I can, I can," Kerry answered, totally absorbed now and wanting Jackie to hurry and to remove her panties.
Jackie hooked her thumbs into the side-strings of her little panties and paused looking directly into Kerry's pleading eyes.
"Shall I?" She teased.
Kerry nodded her head several times in quick succession.
"You want to see it?" The low voice breathed.
"Yes."
"Ask me then, and I will."
Kerry hesitated for a second. "Show me," her soft voice uttered, little more than a whisper, her eyes fixed firmly on the soft firm mound of white panties between Jackie's legs.
Jackie moved closer.
"You do it for me," she breathed, urgency sounding in her voice.
Kerry rose to a kneeling position before the older woman, her body and head throbbing excitedly, feelings so intense and new rushed through her, Wonderful sensations of such power that her throat and mouth seemed void of moisture. Tugging and gripping sensations ripped through her lower body, her insides afire with desperate need.
Kerry's trembling hands moved to Jackie's hips, her fingers outstretched to grip the sides of the panties. Jackie's hands covered hers, trapping and pressing the palms against the warm soft skin of her hips and upper thighs. She guided them gently to stroke and to caress the silky soft skin of her thighs, encouraging the young girl to stroke and to feel her warm body.
"Now," Jackie prompted. "Take them off now."
Trembling fingers grasped the side-strings of the tiny panties and began sliding them down over the slim hips. Kerry's heart beat fast, her face close to the thighs of the more experienced woman, her whole body alive and tingling with an incredible electric charge of high excitement.
Down the panties slid, over the slender thighs to reveal a dark thatch of soft pubic hair and the swollen lips of her pussy. The heady musky sent of Jackie's sweet sex drifted to tease at Kerry's nostrils and add to the pumping excitement.
Once removed, Jackie kicked the panties aside and adopted a wider-legged stance, pushing her mons towards the young girl's face in offering.
Kerry looked directly between her legs; absently her hands caressed the slim thighs of the older woman, the pounding sexual feelings tearing through her body so rapidly.
Jackie gasped, her excitement making her body shiver in delicate little ripples of wonderful pleasure as the soft fingers stroked her flesh so close to her pussy.
"Oh god," Kerry murmured.
"Touch it," Jackie breathed sexily, her desperate need sounding in her thick pleading voice. "Touch it for me."
The young girl swallowed, her right hand sliding across the firm flesh of Jackie's thigh, her thumb brushing against the swollen lip of Jackie's pussy.
"Ahh," Jackie sighed in appreciation of the touch.
The pulsing in Kerry's body was reaching a crescendo, her head felt light, it was though she were detached from her body and the hand that was sliding between Jackie's thighs wasn't really hers, the heady sexual atmosphere drawing her into a warm and blissful state of high sexual sensation. She felt a series of pounding surges run through her body as the palm of her hand touched Jackie's wet pussy, her finger resting at the back of the swollen lips so close to the woman's anus. The thumping electric surges washed through her body with increasing intensity, surge after surge, stronger and more powerful with each one that came to her. Faster and deeper within her own pussy the small fluttering convulsions gripped her insides. Kerry felt a little dizzy, she grasped Jackie's hips to steady herself as a tremendously powerful charge shot through her. She rested her cheek against the soft and warm belly of the older woman. The incessant throbbing had grown now to rhythmic pounding that jerked her body in light spasms of delightful pleasure. Faster and stronger they grew. Kerry tensed her body slightly and gripped at the woman's hips. She cried-out softly and gasped loudly. Her body locked, gripped by tearing shards of the most exquisite pleasure and delight. Her mouth fell open and she came.
Soft and jarring jerks racked her slight young body as the thrill shot through her. On and on the sweet sensations continued, grabbing at her insides and drawing new and wonderful sensations to stab deep in her vulva. Kerry groaned softly, her body relaxed and she slid down to the floor at the feet of the older woman.
Jackie looked down on the body of the girl as it twitched in little shudders of pleasure. The little bitch would be perfect, she thought. Shame that she had ended so soon, but time, that's all that would be needed, time and a helping hand to guide her to find her sexuality.