Chapter 7
Sue was fascinated by Lord Medwell when he arrived shortly after
lunch. He's cute, she thought; and a strong wind would blow him away.
He was shorter than she and seemed terribly old in appearance but young
in action. His manners were so nice, so polished ... and he even wore a
bow tie and had a very small rosebud boutonniere on the lapel of his
tweed suit. He had bowed low, kissed her hand, and told her she was
"charming" and "refreshing."
Lady Margaret, his young sister, was something else again. She
frightened Sue by the intensity of her stare. Too, she was tall and
heavy to the point where she seemed almost square shaped. Her hair was
gray and cut like a male's, and she wore a masculine suit. When Lady
Margaret spoke, her voice was almost a baritone and it purred like a
hungry tiger shortly before feeding time. In a great many respects, Sue
thought, Lady Margaret looks and acts an awful lot like the girl's
physical education teacher back home who was fired after some scandal
involving two freshmen year girls and another teacher.
There was no doubt about it in Dick's mind. Lady Margaret was a
truck-driving butch type if he had ever seen one, and he wasn't about to
let his naive wife stumble into a situation where she would have to
defend herself. As for Lord Medwell, that was something else again.
Dick had noted that the older man was sizing him up; it was almost as if
he were an old stallion looking at a young stud as possible competition.
The Morgans obviously knew and liked Lord Medwell and Lady Margaret.
For just a brief moment he thought he had glimpsed an intimate flash
between Nora and Lord Medwell, but then he mentally laughed. "Besides,"
Dick told himself, "the poor old bastard probably hasn't had a hard-on
since before World War II." He couldn't imagine the old goat and Nora
together. He could imagine himself with her, however. The image was
exciting, and once again he saw himself in the dream with her. Nora
seemed somehow different this morning -- a healthier glow, an air of
contentment. As far as that was concerned, even Sue seemed more relaxed
-- different -- this morning. He couldn't quite put his finger on the
difference; it had to be, he thought, because she had finally had a good
night's sleep.
Dick listened to the four older people gossip about obviously
wealthy and important friends. It was pretty boring stuff, especially
so considering that it was such a beautiful afternoon ... a day to be
outside, not inside yakking in a dreary old castle. He glanced at Sue
and raised his eyebrows questioningly. She nodded imperceptibly. Dick
stood and apologized, "I hope you'll forgive us; we have a date to go
sailing this afternoon."
"Of course, of course," Lord Medwell said. "Shall we meet for
cocktails?"
"We'd be honored, sir."
Sue ran upstairs to change into shorts and a sweater, while Dick
went out to the dock and unfurled the small sail on the boat. Sue was
back again within five minutes, and a short time later they were rapidly
skimming across the lake.
Back at the castle, Morgan had shown Lord Medwell to his room. The
two men stood at the window watching as the boat sailed around a point
of land and disappeared from sight.
"By Jove, the girl's really something," Lord Medwell said
admiringly, as he laid down the binoculars he had been using to study
Sue's breasts and legs.
Morgan snorted. "You don't know the half of it."
"Why you wicked devil you. I suppose you've already sampled the
merchandise."
"Merely my official duties as tastour to the king."
"And how did it taste?"
"All honey, m'lord," he laughed.
Lord Medwell cocked one eyebrow in amusement. "I don't suppose you
stopped with that. A bit of buggery for dessert, perhaps? How was
that?"
Morgan stopped smiling. He stared at him and said with great
sincerity, "Incredible. Absolutely incredible! She has the most
phenomenally talented rectal reactions of any apprentice I have ever
met. The first time, the very first time she's ever indulged, and
already she reacts like a specialist."
"Come now, Morgan. She can't be all that good."
"She is! Furthermore, she's so innocent, so naive, that one would
almost suspect she's acting."
"Perhaps she is."
"No, she isn't putting on." He paused, thoughtful. "I really
suppose I should try to cure her vaginismus before we start our training
sessions."
Lord Medwell looked alarmed. "I say! Is it contagious?"
Morgan guffawed. "No. It's just the silly little bitch thinks
sexual intercourse is painful to her. She's been brainwashed by
someone. Bloody mother, probably."
"Well, it's our Christian and charitable duty to do all we can to
bring joy to her life," Lord Medwell said, biting his lower lip and
grinning broadly.
Morgan's stare was enigmatic. "She has a great deal of joy
already, providing she can learn to relax."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Brace yourself. I know this will come as a traumatic shock. The
boy could loan you a couple of inches and he'd never miss it."
Lord Medwell glared. "That's supposed to be a joke?"
"No. The truth. You might ask Nora. He went in so deep that Nora
was sure she'd suffer peritonitis; she even had me do a pelvic
examination of her this morning to make sure that nothing was ripped."
"I don't believe it!"
Morgan shrugged. "You'll have your chance to see him in action
with Nora tonight ... after our photographs are taken."
Lord Medwell was still shaking his head and muttering in disbelief
when Morgan left him ten minutes later. He went to the window and
noticed that the boat had come into sight again beyond the headland.
His mouth watered as he though of the enjoyment to come to him tonight
and the delights -- the sheer delights -- that would come tomorrow when
the girl would be forced to do anything he asked.
Aboard the boat, Sue watched Dick expertly tacking against the
wind. She sat on a big red flotation cushion which also served as a
lifebuoy in case of capsizing. How sure he seemed of himself, she
thought. How very poised for a young man, and how very handsome. She
was so proud of him. She shifted her buttocks against the cushion,
seeking a more comfortable position. That dream last night! That had
been quite a dream -- so real! And this morning she had even awakened
with her rectum feeling very sore. She supposed the soreness had
something to do with the breaking of her hymen. Her vagina still ached
... odd about that part of the dream, too. She felt a vague stirring of
excitement as she remembered Dick's tongue and lips down there in her
dream. She resolutely told herself that it was Dick in the dream, even
though he had Morgan's features. That coupled with Dick's making love
to her in the behind! Men didn't do that with women! Or did they? She
wished life was that simple -- that men and women could just make love
any old way they wanted and enjoy it. Perhaps some did. In her case
she knew it was wishful thinking anyway. She wasn't normal, she knew it
now. It was all well and good to have a dream where you reached a
climax two different ways, but reality was a different thing ... and
reality had already proven that her mother was right: Sue was
constitutionally unable to enjoy sexual intercourse because of the pain.
Abruptly she stiffened as she recalled another part of the dream.
Again, in her mind, she heard the phrases, "mental vaginismus" and
"monosymptomatic hysteria." Now where did I ever learn crazy words like
that, she wondered.
"Penny," Dick said.
"What?"
"A penny for your thoughts."
Sue smiled and impulsively wrapped her arms around his outstretched
legs. "I was just thinking how lucky I am ... with you as a husband."
It was the truth, and she knew it.
Dick kissed the top of her head, then pointed to a small beach at
the foot of one of the hills; it was hidden from the castle and from
other viewpoints. "What say we picnic -- go swimming here tomorrow?"
The beach did look terribly inviting. "Oh, honey. Can we?"
"I don't see why not. They told us the lake belonged to the castle
grounds." He leered at her, and one eyebrow shot up suggestively, "We
could even ... ah ... dispense with bathing suits. How about that?"
She pretended as though he were making a joke, even though she knew
he was probably serious. "Dick! I'm surprised at you."
Her blushing protest brought laughter from him.
The afternoon wind had sprung up since they left the castle; choppy
little waves slurped across the bow and sides. They both were beginning
to get wet when Dick turned and began running with the wind toward home.
It had taken them almost an hour and a half to reach the far end of the
lake; the return trip was done in less than twenty minutes. Dick swung
the tiller and the sails fluffed as the boat coasted in to dock --
touching as gently as a hummingbird moving into a flower.
"Can I help store things or anything?" Sue asked.
Dick shook his head. "I can manage. Why don't you run on in and
put on some dry clothes."
Sue shivered. "I am getting a little chilly to tell the truth."
"Take a real hot shower then."
Sue kissed him, then headed toward the castle. Dick watched her
buttocks swing inside the tight little shorts and pursing his lips, made
a loud wolf whistle. Sue looked back -- grinning and pleased -- then
laughed raucously, as the two dogs came racing over to him and jumped on
board barking excitedly.
Ten minutes later, Dick completed the securing of the boat and went
upstairs to their suite. "Sue," he called, when he opened the door.
There was no answer. Then he heard the water running in the shower.
The urgency hit him almost immediately, and his cock started growing
painfully. He left his clothes in an untidy heap on the floor and
padded into the shower room. Sue was humming a song above the sound of
the water. Dick looked down at his erection, now standing out in front
of him as though an inflexible pole had been driven into his midriff.
Grinning wickedly and feeling extremely aroused, he stepped into
the steam-laden shower room.
Sue had her back toward him. She had lathered herself all over,
and the white soap bubbles clung lovingly to the shining pink cheeks of
her firm, rounded buttocks. Very kissable, he thought.
Slowly, Dick put his hands around her and cupped both of her
breasts.
She screamed and spun around, eyes wide in fright. Then she closed
her eyes and sighed, "My God, how you scared me. My heart feels like
it's going to pound right out of my body."
"Yeh. I can feel it." Dick grinned and gently squeezed her left
breast.
Only then did Sue look shocked as if she suddenly realized where he
was. "Dick, you shouldn't be ... I mean ..." she was flustered. He
merely laughed and turned on the two other shower nozzles. Sue could
feel one of them spraying against her buttocks. It stung sensually.
She watched as Dick took the soap and began lathering himself all
over. The soapy water ran in a trail from his shoulders and breasts
down to the pubic hair from which the long-range-cannon-like penis
projected. He seemed terribly aroused she could tell by the way he
acted ... in addition to his erection. And, to be honest with herself,
she was feeling a bit of wicked excitement herself.
"Turn around," he ordered, "and I'll wash your back for you."
Dimpling, Sue did as she was instructed. She felt the roughness of
the wash cloth rubbing against her upper shoulders. Then he was moving
down to a spot directly in back of her breasts. She glanced down and
saw that both of her nipples were erect and that her areolas were
covered with foamy goose bumps. Now he was rubbing her buttocks --
first roughly with the rag, then gently and lovingly with just his bare
hands covered with slippery warm soap and water. She could feel the
soap suds slithering down the crevice beneath her spine and abruptly she
remembered the dream of being made love to that way. Dick's hands were
all over her now. Breasts, buttocks, abdomen ...
She felt him move back from her for a second and, feeling
disappointment, she turned and saw him lathering up his penis and pubic
hair. Then he was back again, his huge hot cudgel pressing against the
smooth, white cheeks of her buttocks, his chest hair against her smooth
back. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, and lifted the hair from the
nape of her neck and licked there. A shiver of delight went through her
entire body. If her heart had been pounding before in fright, it was
running away in excitement now. He pressed his prick forward into soapy
buttocks. Sue stood there, feeling the exquisite sensations of his
penis against the slippery cheeks of her ass. Then he slid it beneath
her and it rubbed against the labia of her cunt. Immediately, she
tensed. It hurt. Dick however was making no effort to penetrate. She
looked down at her front and could see the tip of his penis protruding
out from the soft curls of pubic hair between her legs. To her, it
looked as if it were her own. Without volition and not really realizing
what she was doing, she ran her hands down across her soapy belly,
through her damp nest, and clasped the head of the cock in both hands.
She squeezed. It was an electrifying thing for her; she had never
touched him before -- not this way, not in this manner. She could feel
the current flowing between his prick and her hands. It was beautiful
... it was exciting ... it was the most sensual thing she had ever felt
in her life -- except for the silly dream, of course.
Dick felt her hands there and he groaned. God, he thought, I'm so
excited I'm about to cum right now. I feel like a hopped-up high school
kid getting his first piece of tail and cumming before he's even able to
put it in. He began making little swaying movements to and fro, and his
desire hardened prick slid along the entire length of her vaginal
crevice -- from clitoris to anus. She moaned. He wasn't sure whether
it was one of pain or delight. A moment later, when she moaned again,
he knew she liked it.
He had both of his hands on her hips bones now, moving them and her
away from him, then back to him. There was friction -- a hot soapy
glorious friction -- on his cock. Friction from her vaginal lips and
hair, friction from the cheeks of her ass. Abruptly he became aware
that Sue was doing an absolutely wild and wonderful thing with the
muscles of her buttocks. She was flexing them, and with each movement
he made they tightened along both sides of his cock. He began moving
faster and faster. He wanted to put it in her; he wanted to stick it in
her cunt, her asshole ... anywhere! for he could feel the waiting load
of sperm in his balls beginning to boil impatiently.
Sue, gasping for breath, knew she wanted him inside of her bowels.
She could remember the dream. She wanted him deep in her rectum! She
wanted him deep inside her womb! She wanted him inside her belly, no
matter how it hurt. She could feel all her nerves, all her muscles, all
of everything crying for release. The only release would come from him
being somewhere inside of her. She turned suddenly and the hardened
penis slipped from between her legs. Dick groaned. Her open mouth
reached up hungrily for his lips, and she savagely kissed him in an
attempt to communicate her urgency, her acquiescence, her desire. Then,
she forced her hand down to his straining cock. It took all the will
power she owned to make her hand close around it. Dick groaned deep in
his throat. She remembered Marylou's activities with Petey. She moved
her hand experimentally on the long hard hot shaft, and could feel the
skin moving -- but not the shaft itself. It feels like the scruff of a
puppy's neck, she thought, then excited beyond belief, she began pumping
on it. Dick had begun French-kissing her, and his hands had slipped
down to her buttocks. He kneaded them, and she felt the most delicious
of lewd sensations.
Sue was no longer attempting to stroke him; she was frantically
pulling at that virile instrument -- trying to pull it into her vagina
-- when Dick suddenly let out a low moan of delight and stopped
breathing. The cock swelled in her hand, and then she felt it begun
throbbing. She watched it, fascinated, as the white hot cum spurted out
all over her belly and pubic hair; it ran in great white rivers to join
the soapy trails streaming down her glistening thighs. Dick continued
to cum, his penis continued to throb for almost a full minute. He kept
his eyes closed in rapture during the entire thing. Finally, he sighed
deeply as if just beginning to breath again.
"Ummmmm, that was the greatest!" he said.
Sue blinked uncertainly, trying to assess her emotions. She was
pleased that she had made him feel good; perhaps the word "pleased"
wasn't strong enough. She was "happy" that she had been able to. It
was her own feelings that were troubling her right now. She still felt
the intolerable heat of her own desires -- those strange, alien desires
which she couldn't analyze. Sue knew that there had been a shameful,
uninhibited moment there when she had actually wanted to bend over in
front of him and spread her buttocks apart so he could insert his penis
in her rectum. Another moment she had felt the overwhelming need of
having it -- no matter how agonizing -- put into her vagina. And there
had been the feeling of that wonderfully strong piece of hard flesh
beneath her hands ... she had, when the heat had been the greatest,
wanted to kiss it -- to pay tribute to it. She knew now why some
writers called it a "god head."
She looked down at Dick's maleness. It was flaccid, barely three
or four inches long, oozing white liquid and covered with soap suds.
Then she threw back her head and began laughing. It was a laugh of
relief, of happiness shared, of delight with the moment in time and
space.
"What's wrong?" Dick asked, puzzled and feeling she was making fun
of him.
Impulsively, she threw her arms around his waist and put her head
against his chest. She was getting her hair all wet, and she'd have a
terrible time getting it set properly before dinner tonight, but she
didn't care. "I love you," she said, squeezing him. She giggled again.
"You felt just like ... like a dying horse ... twitching away there."
A second later he was laughing with her. And abruptly Sue knew
that everything was going to be all right between them, that sex would
not be painful once her vagina had stretched a little and become
accustomed to his size. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could spoil their
happiness, she thought with all the innocence of the young.
Within her body, the heat began building up again ... and she was
impatient to have that accommodation made as soon as possible.
