When Monika finally lifted her head from between Annika’s legs, she looked around the room a little sheepishly. She had been so caught up in Annika’s taste, smell, and feel, and the memories they brought back, that she’d forgotten there were other people in the room. But Miss White and Jodie’s appearance — rumpled but blissful — and the glistening coat of pussy juice on Annie’s face said they had been keeping themselves occupied.
Monika climbed off the table and sat down to catch her breath, and this served as the cue for a general break in the action. Annika rolled over onto her side and propped herself up on one arm, looking every inch the beauty in some classical painting. Jodie got up from Miss White’s lap and walked, with somewhat wobbly steps, over to a chair and plopped down. Annie poured herself a brandy while Miss White straightened her clothes and tried to look dignified.
The all soon realized that it had become quite chilly in the dining room, which was not well insulated. They adjourned to the living room, where Annie quickly got a roaring fire going.
For a few minutes it was quiet as everyone stared into the fire, the hash in their systems making the flames that much more colorful and interesting. But Monika sensed that this was just a lull — there was a look on Annika’s face that she recognized. More than once, especially in the early days of their relationship, Annika had kept Monika up all night fucking. It took her a while to get warmed up, but once she did, her appetites were insatiable. She wasn’t done for the night, not by a long shot.
And sure enough, after standing naked by the fire for a few minutes, Annika came over to where Monika was sitting and sidled up to her. “Mommy...” she said.
Monika rolled her eyes. “Please don’t call me that,” she scolded. “I was your stepmother once. A long time ago.”
But Annika was not deterred. Batting her eyelashes coquettishly, she pleaded, “Won’t you spank me like you used to?”
Monika shook her head in mock exasperation. When Annika was like this there was no way to resist her. And in any case, the idea did seem rather appealing suddenly.
Before long Annika was bent over an ottoman, hands bound behind her back and ass in the air, as Monika perused her implements of punishment. Miss White settled back into the couch with her arm around Jodie; this promised to be worth watching. Annie stripped off her uniform and stretched out on the rug by the fireplace, warming her back as she took in the scene.
Finally Monika settled on a leather paddle and began warming up with soft blows on the backs of Annika’s legs. Annika moaned happily; she’d been in need of a good spanking for far too long now. Bree had never been willing to give her one, however much she begged for it.
Monika’s found her mind drifting back to the first time she’d spanked Annika. It had been a few weeks after they first slept together. One day Annika, who was barely 18 at the time, had been acting petulant and difficult, and Monika had playfully threatened to give her a spanking. Annika had said “I’d like to see you try,” and a brief, one-sided wrestling match ensued. Monika was much stronger, and Annika quickly surrendered, finding herself bent over the older woman’s lap with her skirt lifted.
With the first slap of hand on ass, an electric charge passed between them. Soon they were both dripping wet, and after a few minutes’ spanking they proceeded to have the hottest sex they’d ever had.
After that spanking had become a common part of their lives, and later when they’d started using a strap-on, the two things had seemed like a natural combination. There was nothing Annika had liked more than being spanked and fucked, and Monika knew that when she had asked to be spanked, she was really asking for the whole package.
But there was no need to be in a hurry. Monika took her time with the punishment, playing to the audience, swatting at Annika’s feet, calves, and thighs before going to town on that lovely little rear. Finally she gave Annika’s crotch a few gentle slaps before sitting the paddle down and getting out her harness.
Miss White, looking on, had been unable to resist pulling Jodie over her lap and giving her a few nice whacks as well. Annie, down on the floor, had one hand between her legs while the other squeezed her nipples.
Once she was equipped Monika walked around to dangle the dildo in front of Annika’s face. Bree had been adamantly opposed to phalluses of all kinds, so it had been a long time for Annika, and she gobbled the thick shaft eagerly. She felt her pussy contract knowing that it would be inside her soon.
Miss White was now finger-fucking Jodie, who panted and writhed, trying to impale herself deeper on the older woman’s hand. But both of them still had their eyes locked on Monika, who pulled out of Annika’s mouth and moved back around behind her. As she spread Annika’s pussy lips with her thumbs and began to ease her way in, Monika flashed back to her first time using a strap-on.
* * *
It had not gone especially well. She’d ordered the device my mail, only to find that it had a weird shape and a flimsy harness. Also, Annika had been a virgin at the time, which had made the experience painful and messy for her. After that they’d tried a few more times but never achieved satisfactory results, and the strap-on had gone into a box in the closet.
Then Monika’s aunt died and she returned to Germany for the funeral. This aunt had never married and had doted on Monika, who was the sole inheritor of her estate. She didn’t have much money and lived in a small apartment, where Monika had gone with her great-aunt Christina — her grandmother’s sister — to sort through the dead woman’s things.
It was in a trunk in that apartment that she’d found the ancient strap-on. As she pulled it out of the trunk to examine it, her great-aunt — a tiny, very old, usually very proper woman in a shawl — had matter-of-factly explained what it was, and that it had originally belonged to Monika’s great-grandmother, her mother’s mother’s mother. By asking questions, Monika came to learn some family history she’d never known before.
Monika’s great-grandmother had come from an aristocratic family and been married off very young to a much older man. She had produced three children in quick succession, all girls, and then her husband had passed away, leaving her a wealthy young widow.
“She was a good and dutiful mother,” said Christina. “But after we girls were grown, she began to behave... somewhat scandalously.” She’d become an active member of Berlin’s lesbian underground, and lived openly with a female partner for the last three decades of her life.
After her death, the device had been passed down to Monika’s grandmother, who was “a prude,” said Christina. “I doubt she ever made use of it. But she held onto it.” It had then come into the possession of this aunt, Monika’s mother’s older sister. “I always suspected she was gay,” Christina confessed. “But she was a very quiet, very private person. So who knows.”
Hearing this, Monika was tempted to share the recent changes in her own life, as Christina did not seem inclined to be judgmental. She also wondered if Christina herself had any experience in this area. But confessing to sleeping with her stepdaughter felt risky, and suddenly she felt a little shy about the whole subject, so she let it go. Before long they had moved on to examining the contents of the jewelry box at the bottom of the trunk.
The strap-on was one of the few things from the estate that Monika took back to the States with her. Her first night back she’d shown it to Annika and explained its history, and they decided to try it out. To their delight, they found that it worked perfectly for both of them. To Monika it felt like an extension of herself; she was able to control it easily, making Annika writhe and moan, and loved the way it stimulated her own clit at the same time. For Annika it gave her a wonderful feeling of fullness and touched her in places she’d never been touched before.
They’d tried out every position they could think of and Monika had used every ounce of her stamina to fuck the younger woman senseless. Afterward Annika had fallen fast asleep and Monika had sat watching her, idly stoking the phallus, feeling thoroughly satisfied and extremely powerful.
* * *
With one hand Monika gently turned Annika’s head to the side, the better to watch her eyes as she was penetrated. They fluttered and rolled back in her head, then went soft and glassy as the familiar shape lodged itself in her welcoming womb.
After watching for a couple minutes, Miss White sent Jodie upstairs to fetch her own apparatus. She was enjoying sharing Monika and Annika’s intimate moment with them, but felt a hankering to get more involved.
Annie, meanwhile, had slipped quietly out of the room. She was extremely high and had started to feel overheated and claustrophobic. What she needed was some fresh air, she decided — and a cigarette. Her mistress didn’t like her to smoke, but every once in a while she indulged, and at the moment she felt like she deserved it. She wrapped herself in Monika’s fur coat — also not allowed, but Monika was preoccupied at the moment and unlikely to notice — and headed out onto the front porch, where she retrieved her cigarettes from their secret hiding place.
After lighting up Annie sat down and puffed while looking out into the street, where a single light down the block cast an alabaster glow. After a few minutes she noticed Joseph Charles’ limo parked across the street. Squinting, she saw that he appeared to be sitting in the driver’s seat by himself — possibly napping?
Just then a car came by, and in the sudden illumination of its halogen headlights Annie saw an image that she would never forget: Angel lifting her head up from Joseph’s lap, a thin stream of semen running down her chin. She reached her hand up to wipe it off, and then the car passed by, casting her back into the shadows.
Annie hastily stubbed out her cigarette, feeling bad about having spied on Angel, even though she had done so purely by accident. She had a knot in her stomach and wasn’t sure what to do; so after returning the coat to its perch she went up to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.
She had just left the foyer when the front door swung open loudly and Angel swept in. After hanging up her coat Angel headed for the living room, where a vivid tableau awaited her. Monika was on her back on the rug in front of the fireplace; Annika was atop her, grinding down onto her strap-on; Miss White was standing over Annika, whose mouth was wrapped around the phallus extending from Miss White’s pelvis; and Jodie was on hands and knees lapping at Annika’s clit.
For a moment no one saw Angel. Then she let out a long snort of disgust and said coldly, “Well. I see the princess is getting the royal treatment again.”
Turning on her heel, she knocked over a snifter that Annie had left sitting on the floor and it broke into two pieces, the base and the bowl. “Goddamnit,” said Angel, and brought her heel down on the bowl, smashing it to smithereens. She was on a roll now; seeing another snifter on the table next to her, she picked it up and flung it into the fireplace. The flying shards barely missed the pile of women on the rug. After that it was silent except for the clack of Angel’s heels on the floor as she left the room.
The mood in the room had been broken too, and the four ladies untangled themselves carefully, making sure to avoid the bits of glass all around them. Annika tottered over to one couch and flung herself down on it; Miss White and Jodie sank onto the other one; and Monika, after unharnessing, went to have a word with Angel.
Miss White and Annika looked at each other, sensing that something serious was afoot here, as Jodie curled up with her head in Miss White’s lap. Soon they heard voices coming from the kitchen, quiet at first then growing increasingly loud, though it was impossible to make out what they were saying. Then there were footsteps in the hall, and Monika could be heard quite clearly as she said, “Sooner or later, Angel, you’re going to have to make up your mind. Are you in or out?”
For a long, charged moment it was totally silent in the house. Then Angel answered, “I guess I’m out, then.” There were more footsteps, and then the sound of the front door opening and closing.
Soon Monika appeared in the living room looking stricken. Miss White could see that she was struggling to hold herself together, to avoid breaking down in front of them. And while Miss White respected her desire to maintain her dignity, no one could have blamed her for losing it in that moment.
Finally Monika said, in a calm, controlled voice, “I think I’m going to turn in now.” She gave them a nod and was gone.
For a minute no one moved. Then Annika said, “I’ll make sure she’s OK,” and left the room as well.
Miss White stroked Jodie’s hair and sighed. Sad as this was, it was ultimately for the best, she thought; but it might take Monika a while to see that. She stretched and yawned. Now that the adrenalin stirred up by Angel’s dramatic entrance and exit was leaving her body, she felt completely exhausted. Slipping out from underneath Jodie, Miss White took the younger woman by the hand and led her off to bed.
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