SOHO EROTICA BOOKS Presents
CONFESSIONS OF AN ENGLISH LADY - MY SEXUAL AWAKENING
Soho Erotica Books
The Classics of Sex Collection
PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS AN ADULT BOOK AND APPROPRIATE ONLY FOR 18+ AUDIENCES. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MULTIPLE SCENES OF A SEXUAL AND GRAPHICAL NATURE INCLUDING FICTIONAL SCENES OF DOMINATION AND ROLE PLAYING. FOR MATURE READERS ONLY.
"The curls of her slit, her loveslot, honeypot, were framed by the white linen. My palms sought the backs of her thighs. Her knees bent slightly. I could feel her smile. My tongue licked out, sweeping around the taut tight tops of her black stockings. Her skin--white like my white. She tasted of musk and perfume and the scents of flowers. My lips splurged against her thighs.
"Ah, you lick! Like a little doggy you lick," Jenny laughed. After a moment or two she pushed me away with her knees. "It is too soon," she said. I wanted to cry but she would not let me. I was brought to my feet even as the door opened and Jenny rearranged her dress. My stepaunt led Caroline in and frowned a little at Jenny, as I thought. The window of the linen room was set high up at the other end from us. The light was morning soft. Caroline wore, as I did, a woollen dress of fine skein.
"You will see to them, Jenny," my stepaunt said. From our distance I heard my tutor and Katherine enter the house. There was a tinkling of glasses, laughter. The door closed, leaving the three of us alone.
"Remove your dresses," Jenny said. My hands went to the buttons of mine, but Caroline hesitated. Jenny smacked her and she squealed. "Quickly!" Jenny snapped.
We stood naked except for our stockings and boots.
Jenny drew us together, face to face, thighs to thighs. From a drawer she took cords and bound us tightly together--ankles, thighs, waists. We could not move. Our cheeks pressed close. Placing her hands beneath Caroline's bottom she urged us slowly into a comer. I stood with my back to the meeting of the walls. Caroline's breach flowed over my breath.
"Your bodies merge well together," Jenny said, "are your breasts touching fully? Move your breasts. Your nipples must touch."
Yes, I said, yes Jenny. Our nipples were like bell-pushes together. Mine grew and tingled. Caroline's grew. Her toes curled over mine.
"Please, don't," Caroline whispered. I knew that she wasn't speaking to me but in her mind speaking. I moved my lips against her ear. Jenny had gone.
"You like it," I said. I wanted to make her happy. I coaxed her. She had had the cane. Was it nice? "Do you like it?" I asked. I made my voice sound as if we were going on a holiday. If she liked it we would be happy.
"I don't know," Caroline said. Her voice was smudged. Our bellies were silky together. I could feel her slit warm, pulsing. It was nice standing still. I moved my mouth very slowly from her ear to her cheek. I felt her quiver. Had she sucked his cock? I would not ask yet. I would ask later. The tip of my tongue traced the fullness of her lower lip, the Cupid curve. Caroline moved her face away. Her cheeks homed. Our nipples were thorns, entangled.
"Do not!" she choked.
"Jenny will come," I said. Caroline moved her mouth back to mine. The bulbous fullness of her breasts against mine excited me. Our mouths were soft in their seeking. I sought her tongue with my tongue. It retreated, curling in its cave curling. Sipping at her lips I brought it to emerge. The thrill made us quiver. Our nipples moved, implored. My belly pressed in tighter to hers. The door swung open of a sudden. It was Jenny. She scolded us and said we had been kissing. Working her hand between us she felt our lovemouths, secretive between our thighs. They were moist. Her hand retracted. Her fingers sought our bottoms.
"You must practise--you love one another. Caroline--put your tongue in her mouth."
We swayed. Caroline's tongue was small, urgent, pointed in its bickering. Hidden by our lips our tongues licked. It was a secret. I wanted.
"Open your mouths--let me see your tongues," Jenny commanded. We obeyed.
"Half an hour," Jenny said. She moved to the door and we were alone again. Birds sprinkled their songs among the leaves outside. I was happy. The richness of our bodies flesh to flesh was sweet. Caroline's eyelashes fluttered and tickled against mine. I could feel her belly rippling.
Our tongues like warm snakes worked together. Our thighs trembled. The ridged tops of our stockings rubbed.
Perhaps the door would remain closed forever."