Bondage brat

CHAPTER FIVE

Two weeks later, Blair and Valerie were lying on a hot Jamaica beach. He was very worried about her mental state and by pulling a few strings, managed to get the necessary time off to take a little vacation.

As always, he had brought much of his work with him, but he and Valerie had managed to spend some good times together, basking in the shimmering heat and splashing around in the cool, azure water.

At night, they would take long walks and have dinner out in lovely restaurants that overlooked the water. Sometimes, they went dancing, his arms tight around her, feeling the supple curves of her back and ass.

At first, she had been reluctant to have sex.

But gradually, as the wounds healed and her body glowed and gleamed golden from the hot sun, she became less inhibited.

Their fucking was hot, languorous and slow. They made love, drunk with champagne on the huge, king size bed in their air conditioned room, or in a steamy, hot shower, or once, outside on the beach, late at night when no one was around.

Blair was an angel. He waited on her hand and foot. He bought her flowers and expensive candies, souvenirs and jewelry. He rubbed her body with oil on the beach and washed it for her when they were alone. He was the perfect lover: attentive, gentle, caring, concerned… then why was she so unhappy?

The sex between them was good, she wouldn't deny that, but somehow, it lacked some vital thrill, some hidden, unnamable something. She hated to put it into words, even to herself and so she tried not to do it. Sometimes, though, the thought slipped in, uninvited and she had to face it, she liked submission and without it, sex was lacking all of its energy.

She kept this knowledge from Blair though and tried to act the part of a happy and contented lover. He was fooled and doubly fond and affectionate in return.

Sometimes, during the day, Blair felt that he had to work. Valerie never complained, in fact, secretly she was glad at the chance to be alone for a little while. She bought a pair of jogging shoes and sweat pants and started running along the shore in the mornings.

One cool morning, she noticed a lovely woman of about forty or forty five running with a young girl who appeared, to be her daughter. Both were tall and slender and had the same graceful way of moving.

The older woman had coppery hair, about shoulder length, which she swept off her pretty face as she ran. Her eyes her wide and dark and even the few small wrinkles at their outer corners lent interest to her intelligent face. She was still slim and even through the thick stuff of her sweat pants and sweat shirt, Valerie could see that her legs and ass were firm and her big tits were too.

The daughter, who looked to be about fifteen, was quite pretty. Her hair was copper, like her mother's, but longer and very wavy and thick. Often, she put it into a thick braid, but one day, after their run, she undid it and let the thick, springy curls float free. She was tanned from the sun and a few freckles were sprinkled across her young face and nose. The eyes were the same shape as her mother's, but they were light, almost golden.

They seemed to have alot of fun together, talking and laughing as they ran. Valerie was envious of their intimacy and wondered how she might make their acquaintance.

One morning, when she was alone, Valerie sat in a small cafe and ate scrambled eggs and toast. As she sipped her steaming, rich coffee, she noticed the mother and daughter. She smiled, her white teeth lighting up her lovely face.

They recognized her and smiled back. Then Valerie said, "Would you care to join me?"

"Delighted!" answered the woman.

"My name is Valerie."

"Cora Hastings and my daughter, Bec."

"Pleased to meet you."

"And I'm pleased to meet you! You are the first person that's spoken to us since we've been here!"

"Have you been here long?"

"Only about five days. And you?"

"Oh, about, ten. I'm here with my boyfriend. I had a bit of an accident back home and I needed a rest, so we came down here."

"What a pity! But you look as if you've healed quite well! In fact, you look quite charming and lovely to me!" she said, laughing. Cora had a faint British accent, which Valerie found very appealing and she blushed at the compliment.

"Are you here with your husband?"

"No, I'm divorced."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be! I am much happier alone with my Becky!" she said and this time they all laughed.

Since Blair was busy, she spent a good deal of time with Cora and Becky that day. In fact, Blair was so engaged in some project or other, she suggested that the three of them have dinner together and let Blair alone to work. He could just call room service for a bite when he got hungry.

"Are you sure you don't mind, honey?" he queried.

"Quite sure. You just stay her. I'll be fine. Cora is such a nice woman."

"Well, OK. But I'll wait up. Enjoy!"

"Thanks!"

"Give me a kiss first!" he pleaded and she did. He thought that she looked especially lovely that night and he told her so. No one would ever guess that a scant two weeks ago, she had been brutally raped and abused. Her long hair was swept up and coiled in a knot on top of her head. She wore cream colored silk skirt and matching silk shirt. The clothes were loose and billowy and seemed to sway from her supple form like the petals of a flower. Her narrow waist was cinched by a shiny black patent leather belt and her shoes, high and sexy, matched the belt. A thing gold chain, gift from him, encircled her slender throat. Her color was rich and deep and she smelled like heaven, wearing the new Halston perfume he had bought for her down here.

Valerie knew that she looked lovely that night. She read it in the greedy eyes of the men who gazed at her as she walked to the restaurant where Cora and Becky were waiting.

They had already arrived and found a nice table by a window. She noticed with approval that Cora too looked quite beautiful. Her hair was down and her green crepe de chine dress suited her coloring. It was low cut, to reveal the woman's ample, swelling breasts. Becky wore a simple white cotton dress and her magnificent head of hair shimmered down her back.

"Hello, darling!" Cora greeted her.

"Hello!"

"Don't be cross, but we've already ordered some wine!"

"What kind?"

"A nice rose! Look, here it comes!"

Valerie sat down at the table as the waiter drew out the cork and poured the rose colored liquid into the delicate, long stemmed goblets.

"Let's drink a toast!" said Valerie.

"All right! To good friends!" said Cora and she gave Valerie a look that made her blush as red as the wine.

Dinner was wonderful. The food was excellent and the conversation even better. The two women found that they had a lot in common and soon moved from general topics of conversation to more intimate, personal ones.

Over the dessert, Cora noticed that Becky looked a little sleepy. The girl yawned and her eyes teared alot.

"Let's go back to my hotel room and get her to bed. Then, we can continue our talk," said Cora, as she looked for the waiter to get the check.

As they walked back in the cool, moonlit evening, Cora tucked her arm into Valerie's. The younger wornan was touched at the display of affection and she hugged Cora's arm a little in return.

Back at the room, Cora helped undress her sleepy child. Valerie couldn't help noticing how inviting the girl's breasts were. They were pink and tiny, no more than buds, really, waiting for the spring of her womanhood to ripen and blossom.

Once Cora tucked the sleepy girl in, she settled down on the little sofa and kicked off her shoes.

"Now, where were we?" she asked. "You were telling me about your marriage."

"Oh, yes! Well, Reggie and I were married for about five years. That was a long time ago, when I still lived in London. You see, I was so young and innocent, I had no idea of what it meant to be… if I may be frank… sexually fulfilled. Reggie was, to put it bluntly, a bore in bed. Oh, I was silly and very inexperienced too. Girls in those days didn't have much experience. But now, it's so different. Girls are much more… active. I'll bet that a lovely woman like you has had a lot of experience…" she said, touching Valerie's neck lightly as she spoke. Valerie flushed.

"Yes, well…"

"For instance, your boyfriend… is good lover?"

"Blair? Yes, of course!"

"You say it like you're not too sure."

"Well…"

"Go on."

"He's so good to me. Kind. Caring. But he's married," she said, hoping she had hid the real reason for for hesitation from her new friend.

"Oh!"

"And he loves his wife and kids!"

"Oh! Poor baby!" she said and drew Valerie into her arms to comfort her.

Valerie didn't know whether it was the wine, or the older woman's touch, but suddenly, she felt hot and aroused.

"Tell me Valerie, have you ever, in your many experiences, been with… a woman?"

"No," she answered simply.

"Oh, my dear, you don't know what you're missing!" and she drew Valerie's mouth so that it was at the same level as her own. Looking deeply into her eyes, she kissed her on the lips.

Almost involuntarily, Valerie's mouth opened and she was kissing her back. Cora's mouth was sweet and soft, the lips so delicate when compared with this of a man. Their tongues glided through each others mouths, tender and, exploratory.

Then, Valerie felt Cora's hands reaching down to touch her breasts through the fabric of her dress.

"Oh!" Cora exclaimed, "They're so big, so full and juicy!" and she started to fondle them with both her slender hands. Valerie's hands moved to Cora's tits and she found herself loving their fullness and plumpness.

"Let me undress you darling," murmured Cora and pulled away her greedy mouth as she set about pulling off the clothes form the younger woman's body.

She unzipped the pale skirt and laid it down. Gently, she pulled off the blouse, leaving Valerie in her white panties and white bra. They glowed, luminescent next to her tanned body. Cora's hands reached around to undo the bra, removing it with trembling fingers.

"OH!" she cried, as she saw them, glowing white against the tanned neck and arms, "Let me kiss them!" and her mouth enveloped the two palpitating mounds, covering them with little fluttery kisses.

Valerie leaned back to savor this new, exciting sensation, Cora knew all about teasing and tickling, darting and timing. Her tongue painted burning pictures on Valerie's hot lips.

"And now for your cunny, darling!" she cooed as Valerie lifted herself up and the frothy white panties were slipped off.

Cora gasped with delight as she took her first look at Valerie's wet spread pussy that was gleaming in the lamp light.

She bent her face down and licked it, as a cat might lick cream. Valerie shuddered and sighed. Then, Cora started to lick her all over, traveling up her rib cage and torso, stopping at her tits, nibbling her neck and collar bone, biting at the inside of her soft thighs.

Valerie squirmed and wiggled with enjoyment. Finally, Cora stepped away from her, saying, "And now, you must see me, my dove!"

Valerie watched, as Cora stepped out of her green dress and stood with her big tits heaving, her shapely ass outlined by her sexy black slip. She peeled of the bra first, revealing a pair of huge tits, with hard brown nipples that Valerie longed to chew. Then, she pulled off her slip. She was naked underneath and Valerie grew hot looking at her smooth belly, with the faintest hint of a curve and her bushy, auburn muff.

Cora gently got on top of Valerie and their arms went around each other, delighting in caressing the other's soft skin and silky hair. Cora pulled out the pins from Valerie's chignon and her sun lightened hair came spilling down, all over the crimson sofa.

Cora ran her hands through it, as if she might never get enough of its long, luxuriant beauty. Her mouth covered Valerie with kisses, her hands knew how to explore and tease.

Valerie longed to have a taste of the older woman's body. She pushed Cora off of her, saying, "Let me do you. But I'm not sure about how to start."

"Just do whatever you like," and Cora stretched out on the sofa, one leg on the floor, the other around the back of the couch.

Valerie looked first. She was so beautiful, with her spread wet pussy and her ample tits. Her thighs were lean and lithe and her hair glowed in the soft light. Valerie leaned down, using her long hair to brush Cora's breasts and stomach. She rubbed her whole face in the other woman's body, sniffing at the open, parted pussy.

She had never tasted another woman there before and the aroma was intoxicating. Rich, fertile, warm, she thought that Cora smelled like the fresh earth, or a tropical sea after a storm.

She tasted even better than she smelled, a thick, warm taste, better than vanilla, or the sweet juice of roast chickens. Cora was moaning now, the little gasps escaping from her throat, her body twitching.

Valerie slid her tongue in and began to lap gently at first, then gradually growing more daring. She discovered the petal like cunt lips and the hard knob of the clitoris. Even the little dot of the anus pleased her eager tongue and she poked her tongue into it from time to time, sending ripples of pleasure through Cora.

As she sucked, her hands moved around, to caress Cora's legs, firm and long, or her belly and tits. Cora moved her hands down to Valerie's hair and pulled and stroked the shining mane.

As her pleasure increased, her moans grew louder. Cora's breath was raspy and hoarse as the younger woman brought her closer and closer to ecstasy.

Valerie began to use her teeth now, discovering with glee how the little ridges could make Cora pant and say, "More, more, more!" In a frenzy, she bit and chewed and Cora arched her back, offering her climax up to the heavens above, yelling.

At that moment, as Cora lay quivering with Valerie's head still between her legs, Becky walked into the room.

Valerie was very upset and choked and stammered, searching for something appropriate to say. Cora, though, did not seem upset. Nor, she noticed did Becky. In fact, to Valerie's great surprise, the girl pulled off her night gown and walked over to where the two women were entwined.

Valerie's eyes devoured the young girl's lovely body. The budding breasts sat on a white, slender torso. Her hips were as narrow as a boy's and only a faint covering of downy fuzz could be seen on her mound.

She sat down on the couch and reached over to touch her mother. Valerie's eyes opened in shock as Becky began to caress her mother's big tits, her childish little hands tracing circles over the surface.

"No, darling. Do Valerie. She hasn't come yet," said Cora.

Becky turned to Valerie and wrapped her arms around her body. Valerie was amazed at the skill of the girl's tongue as it darted back and forth in her, own mouth. Becky rubbed her tits, watching the nipples stiffen at her touch.

Then, pushing Valerie down so that she faced the opposite direction, her feet meeting with Cora's somewhere in the center of the couch, she started kissing Valerie's hungry body.

As that young tongue trailed over Valerie's boobs, Valerie reached up to touch Becky's tiny, pliant tits. They were soft as velvet to the touch, their nipples no more than grains of sand in Valerie's palms.

Becky moved her mouth down to Valerie's cunt and started sucking the pink lips and red clit. God, but she was talented! Valerie wondered how long she had been eating her mother's pussy.

Cora just leaned back, stroking her still wet pussy with an idle hand as she watched the scene before her. She had a good view of Becky's ass as she ate Valerie and Cora enjoyed the trim, boyish buns wiggling away.

Valerie's own breath came shallower and hoarser as her agitation grew. She was pulling Becky's tits hard, rubbing their nipples as the girl's expert mouth was drawing her towards the brink of ecstasy. Harder and harder she pulled, harder and harder Becky sucked and licked.

Cora leaned over and started to kiss Becky. First, the delicate small of her back, then the ass itself and finally, her tongue moved down to her daughter's pink rosebud of an asshole.

As Becky ate Valerie, Cora ate that lovely hole, driving her tongue tenderly in, watching the cheeks writhe in agitated response. A fine film of sweat appeared on Becky's brow and her own young pit grew damp. She kept on eating Valerie, though, now driving her long, agile tongue deep into the pink vagina.

Valerie howled and moaned and spread her legs as the orgasm clutched her body. "Oh God, yes, yes YES!!!" she screamed and then she collapsed. Becky drew her wet, dripping face away from Valerie's twat and turned around to plant a deep kiss on her mother's lips.

Cora drew her into her arms and when Valerie was able to raise her head again, she saw mother and daughter, lying with their arms wrapped about one another, their hands fondling the other's tits.

"That was lovely, darling," crooned Cora. "Look at how excited Valerie was!"

"Yes, that was divine!" said Valerie and reached over to kiss Becky on the lips. The girl was wet with her and she tasted the strong scent of her own juices in Becky's young mouth.

"Of course, Becky hasn't come yet. We can't let her go back to sleep until she's come, can we now?" said Cora, smiling, as she pushed the girl off of her.

"Here darling," she continued. "Get down on all fours. Like a doggie. That's it. Now stick your little bum up in the air for Mommy to see. Good!" and Cora began to fondle the girl's wet hole again.

Valerie slid underneath her and with her hands, she parted the sparse hair of the pussy mound. She had no trouble finding the electric little clit and while she spread the lips with one hand, her tickled the clit with the other.

Becky's head rolled around and her long hair spilled down like a thick, auburn curtain. Then, Valerie slipped her tongue between the delicate little petals, noting how different the taste was from Cora. Cora's cunt had a full bodied aroma, like simmering stew, or a rose in full bloom on a hot June day. Becky's cunt had all the newness of the first crocuses in spring, or the delicacy of lemon ices.

She nibbled and bit, repeating the lessons she had learned at Cora's cunt only a few brief hours ago.

The girl's passion was mounting. With one tongue in her asshole and the other in her cunt, between the lips, she shivered with spasms of uncontrolled delight.

Cora's hands touched her thighs and back, with its delicate spine and Valerie held on tightly to the pointed, firm tits within her grasp. Soon, she was convulsed with shuddering and she came, leaving her sticky, pure juice all over Valerie's face.

Valerie couldn't bear to go home that night, so they all climbed into the big bed after she had phoned Blair. He was a little cross, but Valerie was very sweet and said she was absolutely exhausted and that she would be home first thing in the morning. Finally, he agreed and hung up.

They called room service and ordered pastries and sweet sherry. They spent the next couple of hours like three children, talking, laughing, eating. Becky drank wine from Cora's mouth and then from Valerie's. They anointed their nipples with wine and took turns cleaning each other off. Finally, drunk and sleepy, they curled up and went to sleep.

Sometime in the early dawn, Valerie awoke to find herself spread eagle and tied to the four-poster bed. It was not the same kind of violent experience she had had with the stranger that night, or with Burt. Instead, it was something loving, gentle, playful. Her arms and legs had been securely fastened by Cora's bright silk scarves and although they were not binding or painful, she was unable to struggle free of them.

"Stop wiggling, darling, it's no use!" said Cora, unable to stop laughing. Something was tickling her foot and she squirmed, trying to get free. It was only when she tried to look down that she discovered her eyes had been covered by one of the big, billowing scarves.

The tickling continued and so did the laughter. She couldn't figure out what they were using, but it was maddening. Then, it started moving up her leg, in the direction of her spread cunt.

"No, no no!" she shrieked, a little giggling creeping into her voice too. But Cora and Becky were not to be put off. The strange tickle kept on moving, tracing its sinuous path up her inner thigh and finally ending at her cunt.

She realized that it was a long feather and she laughed out loud. It was so much more delicate than either tongue or finger and it made her squirm with delight.

Valerie recognized Cora's hands, long and smooth on her body, so she knew that the artful tickler must be Becky.

"Stop it! Stop it!" she yelled, but the girl only laughed again and kept on with her mad tickling.

Soon, Valerie's protests subsides, as the long probing feather made her cunt hot and juicy. Now, she writhed, trying to bring her cunt closer to it, closer to that ever so irritating but oh so enjoyable instrument of pleasure. Becky rubbed the end of the feather back and forth very quickly, against the clit and Valerie began to whine, "Oh, oh, please put an end to this! Eat me! Do anything! Anything!"

Finally, out of pity, Becky knelt down between Valerie's legs and stuck her sweet face into that steamy cunt. Two licks and it was over; Valerie had spent her aching passion in a glorious climax and her cries set all of the birds outside singing and twittering in response.

After she had calmed down somewhat, they untied her.

"Sorry for all the teasing, darling!" said Cora merrily. Valerie just hugged her new friends in return.

"Oh, that's OK!" she said lovingly.

They all took a hot, slippery bubble bath together, splashing and fooling around with the same high spirits of the night before. Then, Valerie got dressed and with fond farewells and exchanging of addresses, the three parted, all with the highest hopes that they would meet again very soon.

As she walked away, Valerie could still feel her cunt twitching in the after-glow of their sex play.

She could hardly wait to get together again.