Ensnaring Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly shares only some of what took place at Mistress Tallenger's estate with Jennifer. After begging, Jennifer convinces Lilly to let her play with Claire. Aroused by what took place at the estate, Lilly asks Jennifer to tie her to the dining table. Jennifer is startled by what Lilly requests to be pushed in her special place. Jennifer's dad catches his daughter having sex with Lilly.

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Emerging from the bathroom, Lilly saw Jennifer was a soft lump under the covers. She was snoring lightly, her phone lay to the side of her hip, an earbud had slipped to the floor. The ecstacy had run its course and she had fallen asleep. As Lilly slid in next to her, Jennifer turned over, opened her eyes, smiled sleepily and kissed the tip of Lilly's nose. "There you are." Jennifer's small hands kneaded Lilly's breasts. She was purring and making biscuits and it was wonderfully comforting.

There was a momentary pang of guilt as she let her lover's daughter fondle her flesh. Sebastian had no clue about Lilly's proclivity towards girls, much less his own daughter's. And even if Lilly had admitted her interest in women, she knew Sebastian would not approve of his girlfriend being engaged in a sexual relationship with his daughter.

But then, as Jennifer sank beneath the covers and latched on to her nipple, Lilly realized it was none of his business. Jennifer was an adult. Hell, Sebastian's daughter had made the first move and it wasn't his place to say who Lilly could sleep with. Landing on the same conclusion she had every time she thought about her relationship with Jennifer, Lilly determined: What he doesn't know won't hurt him.

Beneath the covers, Jennifer's fingers were starting to play with Claire. Lilly moaned lightly as the girl's tounge gently suckled her nipple. But she was very tired. "Sweety, please don't." Pinching her thighs together, she pulled Jennifer's hand away and held it. "I really just want to sleep."

Jennifer dislodged from her breast and popped her head up from the covers again. Her hair was messy and Lilly thought it looked adorable. "Fine. If you don't want to play, will you tell me about tonight?"

Lilly wasn't sure what to say. So much had happened and a lot of it was difficult to explain. After thinking for a moment, Lilly decided to stick with only telling Jennifer about the bare minimum.

"Did you get any looks from anyone in that maid's uniform? I mean, your pussy was totally on display."

"Not really. One guy looked interested." Then she lied, "Otherwise, no one really paid me much attention." There was no reason to share with Jennifer the comments made about her being punished for not shaving her pubic hair, or being referred to as a pet. The fat man noting he would enthusiastically open her asshole didn't fit Lilly's narrative, nor did Rebecca's fingering of her pussy in front of the guests. They wouldn't make sense to Jennifer and Lilly wasn't sure the experience made sense to her, either. It was better to let it go.

Jennifer's fingers danced through Lilly's pubic fluff. "If I had been there, I would have paid attention."

"Thank you."

"What was Rebecca's house like? It's so big, you can see it from the city. It looks like some French Renaissance castle. Is it amazing?"

Lilly nodded. "It was incredible. I don't know what she does for a living, but whatever it is, she makes a boatload of money. It's got a huge wall around it, like a prison. And the inside is just as impressive as the outside. The kitchen almost made me cry, it was so well-equipped."

"Was she nice?" Jennifer scooted closer and their breasts pressed together. Lilly welcomed the warmth. "You know, Rebecca? Was she nice?"

After some consideration, Lilly said, "She is a very...confident...woman. And she's tall; taller than me, actually."

"And you're one tall glass of water," Jennifer said.

"I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. She was kind of scary and...demanding." There was no need to share with Jennifer about the inspection of her pussy and asshole, or being made to stand still while Rebecca removed her corset in the middle of dinner. "But there was something else about her," said Lilly. "Her confidence was also...comforting...in a way."

Jennifer studied her face and asked, "What's wrong?"

At the moment, Lilly was thinking about Hanna splayed out on the billiards table while a cue stick was slowly pushed inside her special place. She shivered.

Claire stirred.

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong."

Jennifer looked skeptical but let it go. She asked, "Do you think they liked your food?"

At this, Lilly didn't have to lie. "Yes. Rebecca said I did a wonderful job. And, if I do say so myself, I fucking killed it. The Beef Wellington was...perfection."

Jennifer smiled then kissed her gently. "I'm so proud of you. You're my hero."

Lilly blushed. "Oh, don't say that. I am not."

"Don't sell yourself short, Lilly. How many other 24-year olds put themselves through an expensive private school and then open their own business? That's impressive."

"Thank you, baby. That makes me feel good." But Jennifer wasn't there.

Muffled under the blanket, Jennifer, sounding like an impetuous little girl, said, "I missed you. I want you." She popped her head back up, looking like a nun with the sheet around her head. "Just lay here, baby, and open your legs. Pa-lease! I want to play with Claire. Let me have a little fun with her. I promise you will, too."

Closing her eyes, Lilly tilted her head back, which was her non-verbal approval for Jennifer to continue.

The kisses down her neck were small and dry until the younger woman found the hollow. She nibbled the edges then ran her tongue into the valley, before the kisses continued down her chest. Jennifer pulled the sheet over her head and Lilly cocked an eye open to watch the misshapen lump move from breast to breast. Lower, Lilly opened her legs, bending them at the knees so Jennifer could comfortably lay between them. The young woman's body was warm against her flushed sex.

Jennifer laid her tongue flat against Lilly's nipple, latched on to the areola with her lips and gently suckled, drawing the bud deeply into her mouth. Her hips were aligned with Lilly's, their pubic mounds entangling. Jennifer slowly ground against hers, pressing their mons together. It was wonderful.

When Jennifer's rhythm increased, Lilly suddenly wished for Sebastian's tempered, even, approach. There was a vast chasm of skill level between an 18-year old girl and a 48-year-old man. But then Jennifer started kissing her tummy and Lilly forgot about Sebastian. The softness of a woman's lips, the smallness of her body, a woman's scent, the taste of her sex; it was such a startling difference from a man's. Lilly was once again happy that Jennifer was here.

When Jennifer slipped a finger inside Claire, Lilly moaned. "Another, please."

Jennifer obeyed, slowly thrusting two fingers into her famished pussy for a few seconds before Lilly said, "Another, Jen, please." She wanted Claire to be stuffed; to struggle against the intrusion like Hanna's pussy must have as the thick wooden handle of a pool cue was slowly screwed into the soft folds between her legs.

Jennifer's diminutive digits weren't doing it and before long, Lilly asked for a fourth. It still wasn't enough; she needed Jennifer to do more and closed her thighs. "Come up here, baby. Please."

The lump came up for air, the sheets once again framing Jennifer's pretty face. Lilly said, "If I ask you to do something, will you promise not to think I'm weird?"

Jennifer's eyes were huge. She remained silent but nodded.

Lilly gulped then said, "If I laid on the table, would you tie me to it?"

The look on Jennifer's face was nothing but uncertainty. "Like, really tie you up?"

"Yes. Please."

"So you can't move?"

Lilly nodded and whispered. "Helpless. Completely immobile. With...with my legs spread." She felt her cheeks go warm. It was hard to ask for what you wanted when you knew it may not be well received.

"I've...I've never done something like that. I don't know how."

"If I tell you what to do, will you do it? No questions asked."

She looked pensive. But after thinking about it, Jennifer nodded.

Lilly pulled the covers back. Padding over to the small table, she shimmied her bottom up and scooted toward the middle. Laying back, she spread her arms and legs and because of her height, her limbs poked out over the edges of the rickety secondhand furniture. It creaked under her weight. "In the cabinet under the sink is some rope."

Beneath her, the wood was hard and unyielding, like she imagined the billiards table had felt to Hanna as she was splayed across its expanse. Lilly watched the little peach tattoo on Jennifer's rump as the girl poked around under the sink. She came out with a tangle of nylon rope.

"Why the hell do you even have this?"

"I had to tie some things down in the van so I kept it in case I needed it again. Come over here." She had actually held on to the rope because she wanted Sebastian to bind her, but she hadn't worked up the courage to ask him yet. For all his bedroom prowess, he was fairly traditional and she didn't want to scare him off. Bondage wasn't a universal turn-on, although Sebastian's daughter seemed interested.

Jennifer stood by the table, the ropes dangling between her fingers. Lilly said, "Okay, take one of them and tie it around my wrist." As Jennifer secured the other end to the table leg and pulled the nylon taught, Lilly gasped. It felt comforting and she was taken back to the exquisite helplessness of being bound by the Vatspalts.

Her special place stirred.

"Now do my other wrist the same way." After some tugging, Lilly twisted her arm and said, "This one needs to be tighter."

"It's already making your skin red," Jennifer said. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's okay, baby, trust me. Do that one again. You need to make it really tight around the table leg."

Jennifer was under the table fiddling with it all and Lilly sighed when she felt her wrist pulled sharply against the wood. "Yes, Jenn, that's it." As she said this, she opened her legs widely, until she felt the strain in her thigh muscles. Claire's lips, dewy with anticipation, were slowly pulled open like a zippered plastic baggie. Beneath the table, Lilly wrapped her ankles around the legs; the wood digging into her flesh. Claire's warm drool leaked into her butthole.

"Now, tie my ankle with the rope and tie the other end to the leg. Wrap it around both a few times." The sharp corner of the leg pressed against her ankle bone. It wasn't comfortable and that was the point. "That's good, Baby Girl. It's really tight. Now do the other one."

Beneath the table, Jennifer said, "Just hold your horses, you little freak. I'm working on it."

Flexing her muscles, Lilly looked up at the ceiling and smiled. It had been a long time since she had been incapacitated. It was exciting and a little painful and offered only pleasure. Her nipples were tight with arousal. Testing further, Lilly jerked an ankle and was rewarded with a table wiggle and sharp pain against her ankle. She wasn't going anywhere and it felt wonderful.

Jennifer was standing over her now, admiring her handiwork. She looked a little nervous but also excited; there was some wildness in her eyes. Her chest was flush and her own hardened nipples communicated her arousal. She took a moment to gently squeeze her captive's boobs.

When Lilly moaned, Jennifer said, "This is...interesting. I kind of like that you can't do anything." She plucked Lilly's nipples. "But I can do whatever I want to you!" She leaned over and kissed Lilly gently on the lips.

"Thank you for doing this."

But the younger girl didn't respond. Instead she slowly walked around the table, her finger pushed into Lilly's belly button, like the hand of a clock, until she stood between Lilly's spread thighs. "Claire's lips are...open." Jennifer's grin was sly as she picked up her phone from the bed. "You look amazing," she said as the little electronic clicks were snapped off. "I might want to get myself off to these at some point."

"See what I mean about you being insatiable. You've seen me naked too many times to count."

"Yes, but I just realized I don't have any naked pictures of you and these are...steamy!"

Jennifer pulled up a chair and snapped a few closeups of Claire before finally setting the phone aside. Lilly moaned when Jennifer pressed her face to the soft folds. The licking started and Lilly lifted her head to watch. All she could see was the top of Jennifer's head as the younger girl worked. The licking turned to nibbling and then Jennifer's mouth engulfed her girl-part, sucking her vulva with force while dancing her tongue in a circle over it. Lilly squirmed on the table, unable to really move, as Jennifer aggressively French kissed Claire.

The pressure was building quickly. It had been years since she had been so helpless and the sensation was electrifying. "My clit, baby girl. My clit...please!

Jennifer was listening. She went after the little pink nub fervently, using her fingers to ply Claire's hood open before starting to nibble like a bunny on a carrot. Lilly's hips bucked, her bottom slapping against the wood table as her tits jiggled loosely. Her tummy quivered. The muscles in her arms and legs stood like cords as she strained against the bindings. It was decadent.

Jennifer may not have been as skilled as her father was at attending to a woman's pussy, but she wasn't bad, and in short order, Lilly's tight hiccups started up like a little motor. The younger girl was well acquainted with her lover and knew the climax was coming. She nuzzled into the damp softness and blew hot air over Lilly's clit.

"Oomph! Fuck me! Yes!" Lilly's thighs were prevented from clamping closed and they vibrated noticeably as she came. With her legs open, her special place gaped and drooled crystalline mucus onto the old wood tabletop.

Jennifer pushed two fingers between the sopping folds and turned them back and forth. "This is fun," the younger girl said as she kissed Lilly's thighs. "You really are helpless." With that, she withdrew her fingers and used them to gently take hold of Lilly's engorged clit, rolling it between her fingers.

"Baby, come up here." A moment later Jennifer stood at her side, her fingers tailing up and down Lilly's bound arm. Her face was shiny from Claire's drool. Lilly smiled. "Your face is all...wet." Jennifer ran a hand under her chin and grinned. Lilly asked, "Do you want to try something else?"

"Yes. I want to get up on the table and...force...you to eat me out."

"Not yet, sweet girl. I need you to go downstairs to my kitchen. There is something down there I want you to bring back up here."

Jennifer pouted. "It's cold out there and I'm naked."

"Just grab one of my jackets from the closet," Lilly said. "It's dark and late. No one is around."

"Are you sure?"

"Grab my pink parka. That will cover almost your whole body."

Jennifer turned, opened the closet and dug out the jacket. As she pulled it over her shoulders, Lilly told her what to get. Jennifer looked confused as she slipped her feet into a pair of Lilly's fuzzy house slippers. "Just get it, baby. It will make sense."

Jennifer sucked the tip of her thumb. "Okay." She turned and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. Except she hadn't. The hasp never caught. As Lilly lay there, the breeze silently pushed the door open. Cool air washed over her body, turning it to a million goosebumps. Claire went clammy and Lilly shivered. It wasn't comfortable and she tried her bonds again. It was hopeless. She whimpered then mewed but that was all the protest she could offer. Yelling for Jennifer might wake a neighbor.

A man stood in the doorway. "Look what we have here."

Blinking the phantom away, Lilly saw Jennifer standing in his place, the open parka revealing her nudity beneath. She held what Lilly had asked for. The pestle was monstrous in Jennfier's small hand.

Claire stirred. Nodding, Lilly whispered, "Come in."

Jennifer used her foot to nudge the door closed as she approached the table. But Lilly hardly noticed. She couldn't take her eyes away from the kitchen tool. It was smooth, solid marble with a rounded top that flared to an impressive three inches at the tip, but narrowed down the shaft into a slimmer handle. It wasn't the roughened texture of an engraved wooden pool stick, but it would have to do.

Jennifer wasn't stupid. She eyed the pestle, looked at Claire, and said, "No way, Lilly. I won't do it. It's too big. I'll hurt you."

This was frustrating. She didn't need Jennifer to argue. She needed Jennifer to do what she was told. "No you won't, baby. Just listen to me. I'll talk you through it."

But Jennifer was shaking her head. "I don't like this." The parka hung off her shoulder and she shrugged out of it, pulling the pestle through the sleeve.

"You might like it, if you're willing to try." Lilly could hear the desperation in her voice. Claire was drooling again. She needed the attention as much as Lilly. "I promise you won't hurt me."

But Jennifer didn't look convinced. Lilly said, "Honey, I've never told you this before but Claire...she's taken bigger."

Jennifer's eyes got big. "Really?"

Lilly nodded. "When I lived back home, a girl...well...she put her whole fist inside me."

Jennifer's eyes trailed to Claire. "Oh my God!"

"And...baby girl...I liked it. I really did."

Jennifer tentatively stepped toward Lilly's open thighs, her eyes swinging back and forth between Claire and the pestle. Lilly said, "There is some olive oil in the cabinet over there."

Holding up the green bottle, Jennifer asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, Jen. Now please just do what I tell you."

"Good. Now just pour a little on Claire and some on the pestle."

Pouring the viscous fluid over Lilly's mons, Jennifer gently rubbed it over Claire's fluffed lips before inserting her slick fingers inside.

"God that feels good, baby. Thank you."

But Jennifer ignored her. She was staring intently at Claire as she shoved more of the oil inside and ran her fingers around the circular canal. Lilly relaxed her muscles, willing Claire to open wide. "Okay, just push it in a little. Go slowly."

"Sush. Let me concentrate." Jennifer furrowed her brow as she pressed the stone to Lilly's pussy.

Lilly was about to say something when the insertion of the pestle took her breath away. "Oh! Oh, God!" To say it was substantial was an understatement. Lilly hissed and gripped the table edge as Claire was force-fed the stone tool. Lilly saw her girlfriend's forearm jerk forward and instantly felt the pressure in Claire's throat. Her tits bounced, reacting to the strong push.

"Gently, sweetheart," Lilly said, but then she gasped again as Jennifer turned and pushed the pestle deeper.

Smiling, Jennifer said, "Claire's lips are...white." There was an edge of excitement in her voice.

But Lilly was lost in fantasy. She imagined the strong hands of the female party goers pressing against her arms and legs, pinning her helplessly to the billiards table and flipping up the skirt of the maid's uniform to expose Claire's defenseless billows. They were laughing and teasing as Lilly struggled to prevent them from opening her thighs.

It was useless and Lilly froze when she saw Mistress Tallenger take a cue stick from the rack hanging on the wall and step between her spread thighs. Twisting the roughened wooden phallus as she pushed, Rebecca said, "I'm going to make you sorry for not shaving that dirty little cunt of yours."

Jennifer was now pumping the pestle slowly. And with each forward drive, Lilly moaned at the exquisite discomfort. Claire strained to accept the kitchen tool and being bound only heightened the experience. She was starting to make her coming noises again when Jennifer picked up her phone and took a few more pictures.