Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Kiss it,” came Beaumont’s command.
I felt Camille’s lips press against my anus, soft and warm. The sensation was so intimate, so forbidden, that I couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped me. I heard Beaumont chuckle darkly behind us.
“Alright. You may get out of the shower and dry each other off.”
Camille and I stepped out of the shower, our bodies still trembling from the humiliating intimacies we had just shared. My cheeks burned with shame as I took a fluffy towel from her trembling hands and began to dry her off. Her skin was cool to the touch, and goosebumps prickled along her arms even in the warm room.
Without a word, we exchanged places, and she dried me off in turn. The absorbent fabric caught the last droplets of water on my skin, leaving me feeling even more vulnerable than before, somehow. Naked and shivering, we stared at each other, silently pleading for an escape from this too-seductive nightmare.
“Now,” Beaumont purred, his voice dark with lust. “Go into the bedroom and sit on the bed, facing each other.”
The massive four-poster bed loomed before us like an altar to our degradation. Swallowing my pride, I climbed onto the silk-covered mattress, its softness setting my nerves even more on edge. Looking at one another uncertainly, we carried out Beaumont’s command, sitting cross-legged, turned toward each other.
Beaumont sauntered into the room, his hands in the pockets of his deep blue silk robe. Taking his time, he came to the side of the bed. I watched, trying not to tremble visibly, as he pulled his left hand out and reached it toward me.
“Tonight,” he purred, tracing a fingernail lightly up my spine, “you girls are going to fuck each other before I fuck you.” His tone brimmed with dark anticipation. “You’re going to learn something special. A way for two pretty girls to fuck each other when they don’t have a man’s cock to share.” He chuckled at our wide-eyed expressions. “Spread your legs, sluts, and scoot toward each other. Put those sweet little cunts together.”
CHAPTER 33
Mary
My heart raced as Camille and I awkwardly maneuvered our bodies into position, following Beaumont’s lewd instructions. The silk sheets rustled beneath us as we pushed closer, our legs intertwining. I felt my face burn with shame as I realized just how much of us our tormentor’s hungry eyes could take in.
As our pussies touched, I couldn’t hold back a gasp. The sensation was electric, unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. Camille’s flesh was warm and impossibly soft against mine, and I felt a surge of helpless arousal course through me. Our eyes met, and again I saw that my sister völva shared my impossible mix of confusion, embarrassment, and reluctant excitement.
“That’s it,” Beaumont purred, his voice thick with lust. “Now, take each other’s hands and start to move. Grind those pretty little cunts together.”
Trembling, I reached for Camille’s hands. Her fingers interlaced with mine, providing an anchor in this sea of overwhelming sensations. Slowly, hesitantly, we began to rock our hips, our slick folds sliding against each other much too deliciously.
The friction felt exquisite. Searing jolts of pleasure traveled through my body with each movement. I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape. But as our pace increased, driven by Beaumont’s encouraging words and our own traitorous bodies, I found it harder and harder to stay silent.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, my hips moving of their own accord now. “Camille, I… I can’t…”
“Shh,” she soothed, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay. Just… just go with it.”
I looked up at her face, flushed with exertion and arousal. Her dark hair clung to her forehead, and her eyes were half-closed in pleasure. The sight of her, so beautiful and vulnerable, made my heart ache even as it fueled the fire building between my legs.
“Well, well,” Beaumont chuckled, his gaze raking over us. “It seems our little Camille has quite the dominant streak. Look at how she’s taking charge.”
I hadn’t even realized it, but Camille had indeed taken control of our movements. Her hips rolled with a confidence I couldn’t match, setting a rhythm that had me gasping and trembling beneath her.
“I think it’s time we let her really show her talent,” Beaumont continued. “Camille, I want you to take the superior position. Get on top of Mary and fuck her hard. Show me what a good little dyke you can be.”
Camille hesitated for just a moment, her eyes meeting mine in a silent apology. Then, with a grace that surprised me, she shifted her body, pushing me onto my back and positioning herself above me. Her weight settled on top of me, her pussy lips rubbing over mine with such firm friction that I cried out, the ecstatic pleasure overwhelming the blushing modesty—or maybe joining with it to push me toward a forbidden release.