Part 4. Girls Will Be Girls

“So how was the delightful Ellen?” Maud asked innocently as she loaded her plate with kedgeree. They were alone in the breakfast room, the rest of the household seemingly having decided to have a lie-in.

“As you say, my dear, totally delightful, in a rather innocent way. Of course, she’s rather less innocent now.”

“You’re a dog, Ian. So did she enjoy being relieved of her virginity?”

“I have no idea, my sweet, as some French boy apparently did the deed earlier this year. But she certainly enjoyed what I had to offer her. She seems to climax quite easily, and likes learning new things.”

“Really? Anything you wish to share with me?”

“Maud, darling, I shouldn’t be telling you the girl’s most intimate secrets like this.”

“Why not, you rogue? I’d like to know if you’re doing things with her that you haven’t done with me.”

“Maud, my love, I’ve done almost everything with you, so that’s highly unlikely.”

“I know, but I’m curious. Go on – I won’t tell a soul I promise!”

Fleming looked at Maud’s winning smile. “Very well, Maud – if I must.” He helped himself to the impressive spread of breakfast food, and then they both sat at the end of the table farthest from the door, slowly eating their breakfasts as he briefly summarised his adventures with Ellen.

“She seems a very apt pupil, I must say. But you haven’t yet explored the tradesman’s entrance?” Maud gave him a look of such sauciness that Fleming began to get an involuntary erection.

“I hardly think that’s appropriate behaviour for a gentleman,” he replied with a smile.

“So you weren’t a gentleman on Friday night?”

“Probably not. Were you a lady?”

“Absolutely, my boy. I’m always a lady – even when I’m behaving like a complete slut. But perhaps you’re right and that would be a little advanced for young Ellen right now. You’ll need to break the gel in gently. As you know, my first experience of sodomy was only the other night, and thrilling as it was, it took me some time to summon up the courage to try it. I’d work up to it gradually if I were you.”

“You’re talking as though you expect Ellen to be a long-term fixture in my life.”

“Ian, darling, I know what you’re like. No woman – not even me – will hold your interest for very long. But I think you’re finding that corrupting young Ellen is a fascinating little project, and you want to see just how far you can take her. And vicariously, I’d like to assist you and follow your progress. Why not bring her along to my room tonight? Perhaps I can show you both something I think you’ll find interesting.”

Fleming tried to read her inscrutable expression, her rather saucy smile. “Will Anrep be there?”

“God no, my dear. Boris has to go back to London today, and in any event, I don’t think I can take any more of his particular monster for a little while – lovely though it can be. In any event, one look at Boris’s cock would probably scare the little girl to death! No, Ian, I have something altogether gentler in mind. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Just as Fleming was about to reply, he heard footsteps and voices approaching. Whistler and Gilbert Russell came in, deeply engaged in conversation, said a cursory good morning to them both, and continued chatting.

“Tonight, Ian. Around eleven. I’m sure if you ask her nicely, she’ll agree.” Maud winked and resumed her breakfast. Ellen arrived a few minutes later, greeted Ian with a shy ‘Good morning,’ sat down beside Maud and began an innocent-sounding conversation. Ian finished his breakfast and headed back to his room.

Anrep left after breakfast, and the remaining men went out for a spot of shooting. Fleming, a good shot, bagged two pheasants and a brace of pigeons. They returned in time for lunch and, afterwards, Ellen said was going for a walk in the woods, and asked Fleming if he’d like to join her. Their eyes met, and she winked at him.

Ten minutes into the woods, standing on the edge of a grassy glade with dappled sunlight, Ellen turned to Fleming, and leaning back against a tree, she lifted the hem of her skirt and held it out in front of her like a begging bowl. “Please sir… can I have some more?” The expression on her face was almost one of a child, knowing she was trying to be naughty.

Fleming grinned broadly. He recalled his earlier conversation with Maud and realised that Ellen was indeed a quick learner and that his efforts so far had made her curious and impatient for further adventures. He saw that the naughty child had dispensed with her knickers, and an exploratory insertion of a finger into her slit told him that the prospect of more illicit sex had already made her excited.

He decided it was ungentlemanly to fuck a girl without first kissing her, so he moved in closer, putting one arm around her while his fingers probed deeper into her moistness. Her soft sigh told him all he needed to know.

“Turn around and bend over,” he whispered urgently as he broke their kiss and began to nuzzle her neck. She obeyed immediately.

“Lift your escort skirt and open your legs.” Once again, she complied without comment, holding her dress bunched up around her waist with one hand and with the other against the tree.

Fleming unbuttoned his trousers and positioned himself behind her. He lined up the head of his cock and slowly pushed it in, making Ellen cry out. His insertion was slow but deep, one insistent stroke to fill her with his entire length. This time it was easier than last night, perhaps because she knew what to expect and was already willing and relaxed. Slowly withdrawing, he slid in again, a little faster, and then gradually increased the pace. Soon, Ellen started thrusting back against him, and he snaked an arm around her, cupping her mound and stroking her clitoris.

It took surprisingly little time before Ellen was moaning, gasping and – Fleming was delighted to discover – climaxing. He felt the ripples around his cock within barely two minutes. He had expected to need to last significantly longer, so he kept pounding her open vagina and stroking her clitoris, to be rewarded by a second, even stronger climax from her a minute or two later. This time her body bucked so much that he slipped out, but he quickly thrust in again a few more times before making a rapid withdrawal and depositing his seed on the ground between her feet.

His weight on her was pressing her body up against the tree, and he was nuzzling her neck with his mouth. Both of them were panting from their exertions when Fleming heard voices in the distance. Hurriedly they both adjusted their clothing and scurried across the clearing, stopping as if to examine a clump of fungus just as Whistler and Maud appeared.

“Hello you two,” Maud said, jauntily. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, we’ve just found some interesting fungus,” Fleming said nonchalantly. “It smells a bit.”

“It’s stinkhorn. It looks rather phallic and smells like rotting meat. We get lots of it on the estate. Are you enjoying your walk?” Maud looked at Ellen knowingly and raised one eyebrow quizzically. Ellen looked away, obviously embarrassed.

“Yes,” replied Fleming with a smile, recognising that Maud understood exactly what they had been doing, “I find the countryside so invigorating. And Ellen seems to be very interested in nature. She’s making new discoveries all the time, aren’t you, my dear?”

“Oh yes. It’s all so fresh and exciting,” Ellen said with a winsome smile.

Whether Whistler understood what was going on wasn’t clear. When he and Maud headed off along a nearby path, Ellen burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Fleming asked.

“It’s Mrs Russell. While we were alone this morning she started talking to me about sex. She said that she’d guessed that you and I had spent the night together. She also told me that you and she had been lovers. Is that true?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. Are you jealous?”

“Not really. She’s so much older. But she told me that she’d gone to your room last night to see if you were interested in sex with her and found it empty, so she guessed where you’d be.”

“Ah, so that’s how she knew,” Fleming said, thoughtfully, knowing the real source of Maud’s information.

“Yes, and then she wanted to know lots of details – when I’d lost my virginity, how many times I’d had sex, what things I’d tried. I thought she was being very nosey, and I was worried that she was jealous and just wanted you back. But she was so matter-of-fact about it all. She told me that she just wanted to make sure that I was happy and enjoying what we were doing.”

“Maud is like that, you know. She’s a very experienced woman and she likes to help everyone she meets – men as well as women.”

“Is that how you became lovers?” Ellen seemed a little tetchy.

“Ellen, darling. You have to realise that Maud has had very many lovers. I’m just an occasional fling for her – a younger man when she fancies one. And she is very good in bed. You should take her advice.”

“What about Gilbert?” Ellen asked, seemingly less than pleased to hear that she had an experienced rival with considerable sexual prowess.

“No, I’ve never been to bed with Gilbert,” Fleming replied.

Ellen gave him an exasperated look. “Ian, stop trying to be flippant.”

“Gilbert knows all about her infidelities, and he doesn’t seem to mind. Maud and I have been having sex on and off for around six years. I’m not what you’d call a lover. We just provide each other with amusement – and a lot of enjoyment.”

“And do I provide you with amusement?” Ellen said.

“A little – largely because you’re being jealous of a woman more than twice your age. But tell me, do I amuse and excite you?”

Ellen suddenly turned to Fleming, hugged him close and kissed him. “Of course you do Ian. It’s just that Maud said that you were a good lover and that she was sure I’d learn a lot from you, but not to build my hopes up about you being the marrying kind. I told her it was too early for that.”

“And you’re right my dear. But after this weekend escort bayan I shall most definitely want to see you again – if you’ll have me?”

Ellen laughed. “Of course I’ll have you. I’ve already had you – let’s see – about five times.”

“So now it’s your turn to be flippant, is it my sweet? But I mean it. I’d like to get to know you better – your mind as well as your body. And did Maud give you some advice on that?”

“Actually, yes, she did. She said – she said that if I wanted to keep you interested, I should show you that I was – that I was – sexually adventurous too. When I asked her how, she suggested that I should take you for a walk and – and seduce you. I think she was here just to check up on whether I’d gone through with it! That’s what I found funny. And she said we should go to her room tonight. I don’t know what she intends, but I suppose I’m intrigued.”

“Ah, so our little passion in the woods was at Maud’s suggestion, then. Well, my dear, it was an excellent idea and I think – I know – we both enjoyed it immensely. I strongly suggest that you continue to take advice from your dear Aunt Maud. She is a fount of wisdom. So yes, let’s take her up on her kind invitation. Who knows what delights might be on offer?”

*****

That night, after dinner and the usual casual conversation with the other men present, Fleming made his excuses and went to Ellen’s room and helped her prepare, before leading her along the hall to Maud’s bedroom. The girl was bathed and fragrant, her short blonde hair neatly bobbed and fresh makeup applied. In her silk nightdress and robe she looked delectable.

“What do you think she’s planning? Is she going to stand by and give me lessons, do you think?” Ellen had asked as she had sat at her dressing table, applying lipstick and perfume, while Fleming lounged on the bed, watching, waiting and smoking an inevitable cigarette.

“Standing by is not one of Maud’s traits. I think you should just go with whatever she proposes. She knows a great deal about sexual pleasure, so you would do well to let her lead you wherever she suggests. You’re unlikely to find such a teacher again.”

When they entered Maud’s room, their hostess was wearing a knee-length Chinese silk robe, her hair loose and falling to just above her shoulders. Despite her years, Fleming felt that she was still intensely sexual. The light was low, shed by just two lamps on either side of the bed, and a small picture light over a large portrait of Maud hanging on the wall opposite. She approached them, looking intently at Ellen.

“My dear, you are quite, quite beautiful. I would kill to have your looks, and to have skin like yours again.” She ran her hands up the blonde girl’s arm.

“Thank – thank you, Mrs Russell,” Ellen stammered.

Maud laughed. “So formal, my sweet! My name is Maud, though I’ve been called a lot worse. Including by Ian!” She laughed again.

“Maud, darling, I’ve never called you by anything but your name and endearments. As for the names Boris may have used, that’s another story.”

Ellen looked a little puzzled at their private joke, but Maud pressed on. “Now my dear, let me see that delectable young body of yours.”

Ellen glanced at Fleming, a little embarrassed and alarmed. “I – I’m a little – shy…”

“No need to be, my sweet. You’re by far the prettiest thing in the room. I can assure you I offer no competition whatsoever in that direction. See for yourself.”

Maud untied the belt of her robe and let it slide off her shoulders. Underneath she was naked, and Fleming thought that it was true that Ellen, with youth on her side, was undoubtedly the prettier. However, Maud exuded a form of raw sexuality, an ease within her naked skin, which the young girl had yet to possess. Maud’s breasts were fuller, if just a little saggy, and although her skin was not as luminous and her thighs and buttocks somewhat heavier than Ellen’s, there were few wrinkles or blemishes. The easy way she held her body, her direct, challenging gaze and her graceful, almost languid movements all spoke of a confident and intense sensuality which the younger woman had yet to learn.

Ellen seemed to acknowledge this. “Oh Maud, you are so – so – “

“So old? Yes, my dear, I am that.” She gave a broad, open smile.

Ellen was flustered. “No, that’s not what I was going to say at all. I meant that you’re lovely, beautiful in a classical way. I don’t think I can match you at all. I’m all skin and bones.”

Maud reached up and touched Ellen’s cheek. “Ah, but such delightful skin, and such lovely bones. Come dear, let me see these ‘skin and bones’ you refer to, and allow me to judge for myself.”

Fleming helped a trembling Ellen remove her robe, and then Maud unfastened the pearl buttons on the front of the matching ivory silk nightdress and slipped the straps off the girl’s slim shoulders. As Ellen stood, naked in a pool of silk, Maud leaned forward to embrace and then kiss her. Shyly, a little awkwardly, Ellen responded.

Maud’s hands travelled the length of the girl’s back, touching bayan escort and stroking her bottom, feeling the contours of her prominent hip bones, brushing across her flat stomach, and finally cupping a breast. As Maud finally broke the soft, sensual kiss, Ellen seemed flushed and breathless.

“I guess you’ve never experienced Sapphic love before?” Maud asked, gazing into Ellen’s eyes.

Ellen looked blankly at her.

“Have you ever kissed or fondled another girl? Or had them do it to you?”

“Once – er, once. A friend at finishing school. Just – just kisses and – and she put her hand up my skirt. It felt nice.”

“Well, my sweet girl, I can promise you that this will feel nice. Very nice indeed.” Maud turned to Fleming. “And how are you, Ian?” She reached inside his robe and brushed his swollen manhood through the front of his pyjamas. “Mmmm. I think we shan’t be requiring that for a while. Why don’t you just sit down and make yourself comfortable while Ellen and I become better acquainted? When we feel we require what you have to offer, we’ll call you.” Ellen giggled.

Fleming sat down in an armchair in the corner, lit another cigarette and watched as Maud initiated his young protégée into the art of Sapphic love. He had never before witnessed two women in flagrante. On one occasion, in Russia, two girls had attended to him but had taken little interest in each other’s pleasure. Here, he watched, fascinated, as Maud kissed and slowly caressed Ellen, stroking her arms and shoulders, licking gently at her neck and throat, running her fingers down the young blonde’s back.

“Oh that’s – that’s so – so – oooh!” Ellen gasped.

“Now my dear,” Maud said softly, “Why don’t you just follow my lead and do the same to me as I’m doing to you?”

Tentatively, Ellen’s hands brushed over Maud’s skin. When Maud cupped the young blonde’s pert breasts, she reciprocated, and Fleming was struck by the eroticism in that gentle touch. The movements were almost balletic – slow, sensuous, gentle. He reflected that his own technique, when making love to women, seemed clumsy and crass by comparison. The soft caresses appeared to arouse both women, and it wasn’t long before they were lying on the bed, exploring each other’s bodies with fingers and mouths. Fleming could feel his erection asserting itself, and he longed to take part in the proceedings, but at the same time, he was fascinated by Maud, a woman of broad sexual tastes, working her magic on innocent young Ellen.

He watched, intrigued, as Maud explored parts of Ellen’s body that he’d rarely bothered with in his own sexual adventures. She sucked the girl’s toes, used her tongue to tease the backs of her knees and her armpits. She stroked her fingers across Ellen’s smooth, taut belly as she ran her tongue over the firm flesh of her small, pert breasts, spiralling in, to first lap at and then suck on her hard nipples. After a while, she turned the blonde girl over and licked her earlobes, her neck and shoulders, and then traced a moist trail down her spine, taking some time to stroke and lick her peachy buttocks. When Maud tickled Ellen’s tight little anus with her tongue, the blonde girl squealed but seemed to enjoy it. And then, with a few twists and turns of their delightful feminine bodies, Ellen was sitting astride Maud’s face, having her quim hungrily and expertly devoured by the older woman, before climaxing loudly.

And when it was Maud’s turn, opening her quim for Ellen to lick, Fleming’s erection became full. He was intrigued by the gentle, tentative way that the young girl began, and how quickly she warmed to her task. Maud then urged Ellen to slip her fingers into her own wet, open quim and, of course, the girl complied. It was becoming almost too much for Fleming to bear, as he watched his long-term sex partner reach orgasm on the mouth and fingers of the girl he had fucked repeatedly over the preceding twenty-four hours.

They changed position again, lying across the bed, Maud underneath, Ellen on top, in what Fleming had heard called the soixante-neuf position, each licking and fingering the other’s most sensitive parts. Finally, Fleming could stand it no longer. He removed his robe and pyjamas, and climbed onto the bed, letting his now throbbing cock hover over Maud’s face. She paused from her task, took it in one hand, smiled up at him and said “Yes, why not?”. She licked its length, teasing the tip with some swirls of her clever tongue, before steering the moistened organ to the opening of Ellen’s cunt. Fleming pushed in firmly, filling the tight tube in one steady thrust.

Ellen squealed, and did so again, repeatedly, in time with each subsequent invasion. He slid his hand under her chest, captured a firm little breast and circled his palm relentlessly against her hard nipple. With her face pressed tightly against Maud’s quim, her mouth devouring the delicious woman-flesh, she seemed incapable of vocalising her feelings beyond plaintive little squeaks and moans. Or perhaps she was unwilling to be distracted from her task. Even as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, Fleming was content to let her continue, because he knew that Maud was performing a similar duty on the girl he was fucking and, he hoped, would help to take her to a climax before his own became imminent.

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