The Stallion (19 page)

No matter how much Penny had eaten that night, there was a more insatiable hunger now prevailing through her system. She raised her own hand to touch, perhaps even to control the living organ that drove so consistently in and out of her mouth.

‘No!’

Nadine’s orders again. Out of the corner of her eyes, Penny saw Nadine go over to the heavy curtains that hung from the windows and then undo one of the silk-rope tie-backs.

Then Nadine’s long hands grabbed both of Penny’s and tied them with the cool silk cords behind her back.

The man above her gasped. Her bondage had obviously pleased him, and the position of her restrained arms accentuated the thrust of her breasts beneath his busy penis. As Nadine lifted her breasts higher, Sir Reggie gasped again as the satin softness of her skin met the more feathered surface of his slapping balls.

‘Perfect,’ she heard Sir Reggie say between gasps of delight. ‘Just perfect.’

Hot kisses rained on Penny’s back as Nadine’s fingers rolled her breasts and tweaked almost savagely their crowns of pink velvet.

Penny closed her eyes again. She didn’t need to pretend that the man in her mouth was Alistair. It was enough to know that he was watching and even enjoying the experience. She certainly was. Anyway, Reggie was a handsome and dignified man. The years had been extraordinarily kind to his sexuality and his body which was still firm, ripe and honed to a perfection only an adventurous military man could hope to attain.

She felt she could almost swallow the eager thing that was growing to new prominence. It was as if her tongue had a life
of
its own as it licked around the prickly ridge of the penis and traced the deep vein that ran from tip to stem.

Reggie’s hands were still clamped on either side of her head. They tightened their grip as he continued to control her head so that her mouth moved up and down his penis at his whim. Even without being able to run her finger down the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock, Penny knew his time was near. His breathing had quickened, and so had the pushing backwards and forwards of her head along his length. In her mouth, the first juice of ejaculation settled like salt pearls upon her tongue.

‘Mr Harding.’

Nadine’s voice rang out. There was unmistakable demand in it.

This time, Penny could see nothing. Reggie’s grip was too strong, his climax too near. The only view she had was straight ahead. She stared directly into Sir Reggie’s pubic hair, aware that her own sex was wanting an extra release to the one it had received earlier.

As the hard shaft moved in and out of her mouth, she took a deep gulp of breath. Someone’s fingers buried themselves in her pussy. She realised they must belong to Auberon. Like some sort of automaton, it had been Auberon who had been summoned, and Auberon who seemed to know exactly what to do without explanation. There was no barrier to their penetration, only a new wetness of excitement flooding on top of the sticky excess from her previous orgasm. Pleasure began to ripple outwards and upwards from her centre of desire. In her mouth, she felt Reggie’s penis begin to vibrate with his rising climax, and was aware of her nipples responding to Nadine’s teasing fingers. Both assisted the tremulous sensations erupting around her demanding clitoris, which raised its aching head towards Auberon’s probing fingers.

‘Is she wet?’ It was Nadine’s voice behind her.

‘Soaking,’ Auberon responded, a tremor of subdued excitement shaking the words on his tongue.

‘Dirty little mare. You want it again, do you? Are you coming?’

Penny’s voice was shaky, taken over by the luxurious vibrations that radiated from her inflamed centre. ‘Y-Yes.’

‘And you, Reggie?’

‘Any second.’

To Penny, it seemed as if Nadine had given a signal. The fingers massaging her sex moved with greater dexterity and speed over her clit. Those on her nipples pinched more avidly, and rolled her breasts with greater purpose. If her mouth had been free, she would have moaned with pleasure.

Just as she reached her own peak, with her hips jerking against the hand that pleasured her, Reggie withdrew his thick cock from her mouth.

Splashes of warmth fell over her breasts, and the sticky whiteness was massaged into the satin skin by the same hands that had aroused her nipples to greater prominence. Above her, Reggie groaned, his hands releasing her head as his penis released his semen.

In white streams like weak icing, Reggie’s come settled on her breasts. Nadine’s hands rolled through it, massaging it over her until there was no whiteness left and only the stickiness sank into her skin. She massaged it right up into the tips of Penny’s nipples so they glistened like spun silver.

The last tremors of climax shivered down her thighs and she sighed her satisfaction amid deep breaths and light moans of pleasure. At this moment, Penny felt as though she had been the centre of the universe – in this room anyway. She opened her eyes, closed them again, and savoured the last tingles of delight. When she reopened them, her eyes met those of
Alistair.
Would he take her now? He stared, blinked self-consciously, then looked away. ‘I think she’s got the message,’ he said, and rose to his feet.

Eyes still watching Alistair yet free of her bonds, Nadine massaged Penny’s arms.

‘Enough for tonight?’ Nadine’s question was aimed at her brother.

‘Enough for tonight. But there’s always tomorrow.’

Penny found it hard to drag her eyes away from Alistair. He looked so cool and so calmly in charge of the situation. Yet there was something in his look that expressed torment. He was like a master of ceremonies or ringmaster. He was the boss, detailing and explaining what was to be done, yet contributing nothing to it.

Nadine’s lips brushing gently against her cheek distracted her. ‘Do you ache very much, my darling pussy-cat?’ cooed Nadine, her voice as thick and sweet as syrup.

Penny dragged her eyes from Alistair and stared directly at his sister. She blinked, thought of herself and exactly how she
did
feel. ‘Yes,’ she replied, ‘I do ache a little – my arms especially. At this moment, I’d love Gregory to give me a massage.’

Nadine positively purred with delight. The ice-cold eyes sparkled with sweet-shop anticipation.

‘Gregory should be in bed by now, my pretty. He usually is. Anyway, why disturb him, pussy-cat? I’ll give you a massage.’

The smile Penny gave Nadine was sweet, but not necessarily innocent.

8

‘I WANT YOU
to massage
me
,’ Nadine said, once they were back in Penny’s room, where a massive flower arrangement set on a table in the middle of the room graced the air with garden-like freshness.

She didn’t wait for an answer, but just pulled off what few clothes she had on and lay out face down on the bed.

Before taking the top off the oil bottle, Penny, who was already naked, glanced at the big mirror. She had no doubt that Nadine had told Alistair something more than just goodnight.

Nadine’s body was snow-white against the rich red and green of the tapestry bedcover. Her body was also very long, her feet curling over the foot of the bed and the top of her head brushing the carved headboard.

Nadine moaned as Penny began to run and roll her hands over her body.

‘My intention was to invigorate your muscles, pretty pussy, not for you to invigorate mine,’ she purred, stretching as she said it, her hips rolling slightly against the roughness of the bedcover.

Penny stood statuesque and resolute, her skin glowing in the aftermath of the exacting session she had just endured. She watched her rolling behind, and the cheeks tight and small like a young boy’s.

And how are you enjoying that? she thought, knowing that Nadine was rolling her own pert clitoris against the roughness of the bedspread.

‘The more pliant your muscles, the more benefit mine will receive,’ Penny said sweetly.

Nadine rested her head on folded arms whilst Penny oiled her hands again. Faint murmurs of pleasure came from Nadine’s mouth and were breathed into the crisp whiteness of the pillow as Penny’s hands spread and pressed at the sinuous flesh.

Nadine’s flesh tensed and shivered with pleasure as Penny pushed the ball of her palms into the tight muscles of her shoulders. She probed with fingers made strong by holding in check the head of plunging horses before flying over five-foot spreads or striped cross beams.

Not without selfish intent, Penny repositioned and sat astride a rounded bottom that was soft-skinned, yet hard beneath the lingering wetness and open lips of her own sex. She murmured a little as she wriggled astride Nadine’s boyish bottom. Her sex moistened and her clit erected as she felt the tight cheeks bunch compulsively beneath her.

With serious precision, she worked the muscles on either side of Nadine’s spine, her thumbs following each nobble of the long indentation that lay so close to the skin. She smoothed her hands upwards, the oiled flesh glistening beneath her touch, then brought them down again, the thumbs pressing in feather-like outward strokes as she progressed downwards towards the rising mounds of Nadine’s behind and the forest of her own body hair.

‘Delicious,’ Nadine murmured, her eyes closed to add greater perception to her other senses.

Penny studied Nadine’s face as she lay supine. White lashes lay barely perceptible against the paleness of high-boned cheeks. Beneath the straight patrician nose, her mouth was wide and slightly open, exposing the strong white teeth which even now clutched resolutely at the butt of a black cheroot.

Questions circled in Penny’s mind. She wanted to know more about Alistair, and more about his relationship with his sister. She also wanted to know more about herself from those questions. She wanted to find out where her new and acute sexuality had come from and what had caused its release. How much more was there to discover about this place, these people and herself? Softly, she told herself, go softly.

‘Was tonight a foretaste of things to come?’ she asked as her fingertips deftly rubbed the nape of Nadine’s neck.

‘Hmmm?’ murmured the wide mouth.

‘Was that a yes?’

Nadine chuckled into the pillow. ‘Tonight was a mere aperitif, my pretty. It gets better. The
premier cru
is still to come.’ She purred her answer, like a stroked pet craving for more of what she was already receiving.

Penny paused, and grimaced as Nadine spat the cheroot butt from her mouth. Then she studied the clusters of ornamental plasterwork on the ceiling before attempting another question. Continue the softening of the body, she reasoned, and the sharp mind will follow.

‘Doesn’t Alistair ever join in?’

The lashes flickered, the nostrils flared slightly. Hesitation was obvious. ‘Only on special occasions – in exceptional circumstances.’ The pale eyes opened and Nadine looked back at Penny over her shoulder. ‘When the time is ripe,’ Nadine added.

Penny slowed the massage and lowered her eyes to the white and now gleaming skin. She wondered when those special occasions would be and what the exceptional circumstances were. And when would the time be ripe and who would judge that it was so?

But she didn’t ask. Not yet anyway. She altered position until she was further down Nadine’s body, her legs straddling her lower thighs. Her eyes travelled over the rounded cheeks,
as
white as the rest of Nadine’s taut flesh. The rising of her dividing cleft was marked with a solitary dimple. She leant low over Nadine’s back, her thumbs on her spine, her palms and fingers spread to encompass the narrow waist. Briefly her nipples trailed over the naked flesh with no more than the touch of the lightest butterfly. A delicious shiver ran from her white shoulders to the snowy mountains of her behind. Penny, sensing the reaction Nadine was getting from the brushing of her nipples, repeated the movement, taking her own pleasure from the brief yet tingling touch before running her hands down over the hip-bones and cupping each cheek in an oily palm, her thumbs curving over the rising flesh to the cleft between.

Nadine purred again with pleasure and wriggled her hips, her bottom rising as if inviting Penny to press harder, and to probe more deeply. Now, Penny judged, the time was ripe to ask another question.

‘What are these special occasions?’

Nadine’s lips curled back soundlessly from her teeth before she chuckled again into the pillow.

‘Patience, my little pussy-cat, patience. I know what you’re getting at.’ One grey eye opened and regarded Penny above a snow-white shoulder. ‘Your time will come, my pretty. Your time will come.’ Her voice had become a growl. Warning ran parallel in her voice with low murmurs of pleasure.

Beneath Penny’s straddled thighs and moist sex, Nadine rolled over completely, the fleshy pink crowns of her small breasts pointing obscenely skywards. ‘Now, oil me some more. I want you to rub my nipples first – just to get me going.’

Her eyes opened. Penny held her gaze for just a moment, then looked down again at the pure white flesh. For all the willpower she seemed to possess at this precise moment, she might just as well have been an odalisque in some Eastern
harem.
It seemed as though what Nadine wanted was also what she wanted. There appeared to be no dividing line between the two. By instinct, she knew what she had to do next.

Her pubic hairs brushed over Nadine’s flesh as she slid up over the reclining body until she straddled her waist. She re-oiled her hands and drank in the piquant beauty of Nadine’s snowy orbs, the hard nubs of dense sensitivity rising from areolae as plush as pink velvet.

Although her gaze was full of promised delights, she resisted their lure and placed her hands around Nadine’s neck, pressing slightly so that a look of something resembling fear entered her grey eyes. Then they relaxed, her fingers running down the sinews, over the collar-bone to the smooth skin of Nadine’s shoulders.

Nadine, reassured that Penny was as compliant as she had previously judged, closed her eyes and murmured her gratitude. Her nipples visibly pouted to be included.