The Trails of Life 08

Chapter 08

An unexpected adventure.

The door must have opened, because the voice became clearer. "Put the luggage over there," came an older woman's words.

"Yes Mi Lady," a man's voice answered.

There were some bumping noises, then it all went silent again. I relaxed, conscious of my heart beating faster. Beside me, I heard Lola's soft sigh. I settled to wait again, glad of the feel of her warm body against mine.

We waited another twenty minutes before I heard the sound of more faint voices. These were a little clearer, as if the door had been left open.

"Really Phoebe, we're here to relax. You're not in school anymore," an older voice said, coming closer.

"That's my point, Aunty; I'm not used to all this pomp and ceremony," a young voice replied.

"Well, never mind that. Now that we've finally got some privacy, we need to have a little talk."

"What about?" Phoebe asked.

"Life, sex, men. That part of your education has been sorely neglected. I'm going to teach you how to enjoy yourself."

"I know how to enjoy myself. We had fun on our nights out at the finishing school."

"As a Princess Royal," Aunty retorted. "What do you know about making love?"

"We were taught about the birds and bees," Phoebe replied, hotly.

"Do you masturbate? Do you know how?"

"Aunty, that's private," she protested.

"I thought so. I bet you're still a virgin."

"Aunty!"

Aunty chuckled. "You need to learn about your sexuality. Do you prefer girls or boys? Do you like having you toes sucked? The back of your knees licked? There are things I like that I wish I'd learned about when I was your age."

"That's personal," Phoebe replied firmly, moderating her tone.

"Trust me, you'll be thanking me after you take your first lover."

"And how are you going to teach me? More slides and diagrams of how our plumbing works, or how pheromones make you fall in love?"

"No, I was thinking of some hands-on practice," Aunty replied with a touch of humour in her voice.

"Get ready to be revealed," I said to Lola in a hushed tone.

"You're going to take me to some upscale whore house?" she asked, incredulity colouring her voice.

"Oh no, I've arranged something a little more private than that. Go open the wardrobe doors."

"What? Costumes, disguises?"

"Open them and find out," She said, suggestively.

The light flooded in and Phoebe gave a little shriek as her gaze switched between us.

"Two prime specimens for you to experiment with," Auntie proclaimed.

"Hilly!" Phoebe shrieked again.

"Relax. By the time we go home, you'll be looking forward to finding your first lover," Hilly said, calmly.

"What do I do with them?"

"Well, you could ask them to step out and undress so you can get your first good look at the naked body," Hilly replied.

Phoebe stayed silent.

"Alright, I'll tell them to do it. Chars, step out and strip off."

The pair of us moved together as Phoebe retreated a step, glanced around, then headed for the stool.

Lola and I undressed; her starting with her shorts, me with my shirt. Phoebe was staring despite herself, her eyes following my hands as I pushed my shorts down. With her staring at it, my cock twitched and I could feel it start to swell.

"Open your legs," Hilly commanded, and the pair of us did.

"What are their collars?" Phoebe asked.

"They're prisoners, auctioned off to the highest bidder. They can't refuse a lawful command. Lots of people rent them when they come here."

"Prisoners? What did they do?"

"Misdemeanours: They have laws here designed to trap tourists and ensure a steady supply."

"So, you can do whatever you want?"

"Yes, within reason. You can't hurt or harm them, mentally or physically, and there are cameras concealed in the collars. Treat them like pets and you can't go wrong."

"Yes."

"Go pet them then. You've got them for a week."

Phoebe stood and gave a shy giggle as she approached. She came to me first, meeting my far focused eyes with hers before dropping them to start scanning my chest.

"Touch him. He won't bite," encouraged Hilly.

She reached out a hand and prodded the muscle of my arm.

"Has he got the strength to go the distance?" Hilly joked.

Phoebe's face showed a faint blush. She stepped between Lola and I and stood behind me.

"How firm is his bum? That's usually a good sign of staying power."

"Aunty," Phoebe chided her.

Nevertheless, I felt her place the palm of her hand on my back and trace it slowly down till she could squeeze my arse cheek. She swapped cheeks and gave that one a squeeze before trailing her fingernail up my spine.

I maintained my stoic face as she walked back around in front of me. She reached out and traced over my collar bone and up under my chin.

"Ask him to stick his tongue out; he'll have a good one if he can lick the tip of his nose."

She glanced up to meet my eyes again. Without her asking, I slipped my tongue out and proved I could.

"Oh, you lucky girl. He's got a big dick and a tickling tongue. Don't be surprised if I spend some private time with him."

Phoebe giggled nervously and looked down at my cock.

"Grab hold of it. It's a lovely feeling, having one stiffen in your hand," Hilly encouraged again.

Phoebe timidly wrapped her fingers around it, causing it to thicken faster and force her fingers apart. "Ooh," she said as it lifted her hand.

"You wait till you feel it inside you. That's where size counts," Hilly commented.

Phoebe giggled again and gave it a squeeze. "It seems so big. Will it make my first time more painful?"

"I shouldn't think so. It's only breaking your hymen that's painful. What do you think of the girl?"

"I don't know, I don't think I'm gay."

"Did you ever have a crush on one of your friends?"

"Well--,"

"Girls can give you a lot of pleasure. It wouldn't hurt to try. It would be advantageous for you if you were Bi."

Phoebe reluctantly released my cock and turned to Lola. Keeping my face straight ahead, I turned my eyes to follow her. I hoped Lola could follow my example and stay stock-still.

As Phoebe moved to the edge of my vision, I was tempted to turn my head, but as I looked back ahead, I caught Hilly glancing at me. I focused back on the far wall with my ears pricked as I tried to track her that way.

"Nice firm breasts," Hilly said as she stood.

She crossed in front of me, letting me get a good look at her. She looked about five eight, but her long robes hid her feet and any heels she might have been wearing. Her brown hair looked thick, but was cut short to the neck.

Her face still had a youthful look, but distance and makeup hid any marks of surgery. She was a stout woman in contrast to Phoebe, whose robes emphasised her slim figure but concealed its curves.

She too passed out of my view as she joined Phoebe in examining Lola. Curiosity raged in me but I dared not turn my head. I'd have to learn this pair's ground rules before I tried to take liberties.

I heard Hilly order Lola to "Bend over," then comment, "Nice ass."

Seconds later, she asked, "Do you want to taste?"

Phoebe stayed silent.

"Up!" Hilly ordered.

The silence lasted tens of seconds before Hilly came back into view followed by Phoebe. They stopped facing us.

"Well, they're yours to command. If you've got any fantasies--?" Hilly said.

"Aunty."

"Shall I get them to undress you and give you a shower and massage as a starter?" Hilly suggested.

Phoebe bit back her words.

"Think of it as a visit to a Spa," Hilly encouraged. "One with an extra service available."

I could see Phoebe considering it, from the expression on her face. "Will you be here?"

"Goddess no, child," Hilly exclaimed. "This is your time. I'll be here if you need me, but I'm not staying."

"Tell them to dress again and they can help me unpack first," Phoebe said, turning to look at her.

Even as Hilly said, "Dress," I was bending to pick my shirt up. "Well, have fun," She continued, addressing Phoebe.

As Hilly left, Phoebe went and sat on the bed. Lola and I finished dressing virtually simultaneously, and we both walked over to stand in front of her.

"Start with the big red trunk. It's got my dresses in it," she said, eyes flicking between the pair of us.

I turned and walked over to the luggage. Lola and I toiled under her directions, unpacking everything. She had Lola see to her scant cosmetics while I had a chance to explore the bathroom, sorting out her toiletries.

The floor was tiled with those bumpy non-slip ones dimpling my bare feet. There was a bidet next to the toilet and a shower with corner posts instead of cubicle walls. I hurriedly placed my armful on the shelf, hoping we'd get to use the shower soon.

She sorted her undies herself, while we dragged the empty trunks and cases out to the 'front door' in the lounge.

"This is weird," Lola whispered, as we arranged them by the door.

"I know, but it looks like it could be an easy fun week, even if I have to fuck the aunt as well," I replied, whispering back.

"You can help me undress now," Phoebe said when we walked back into the bedroom.

She was standing by the side of the bed with a neutral look on her face. I took a quick glance at Lola as we walked over to her. I followed as she stepped behind her, and waited as she began to undo the row of buttons stretching half way down her back.

We both took a shoulder and eased the dress down to let her pull her arms out. She had an ivory silk slip on underneath that was tantalisingly translucent, giving me my first look at her slim figure.

We lowered it down and she stepped out. While I picked the dress up, Lola stepped around it and stooped to catch the hem of her slip.

"No, shoes first," Phoebe ordered.

Lola went to her knees as Phoebe lifted one foot at a time for her. I turned and headed for the wardrobe to hang the dress up. When I turned back, Phoebe was dressed only in boy shorts, tights and bra.

I watched as Phoebe held her hands over the cups while Lola undid the bra snap. She continued to hold them in place as Lola pushed the straps off her shoulders, casting a look at me as I walked back.

"Wait," she ordered, sounding a little anxious as Lola brought her hands to the waistband of her tights. "You." Looking around at me. "Go and warm the shower up."

I turned on my heel and headed for the bathroom, smiling at her shyness. I was determined to give her my best efforts. I was confident that I could show her what a real orgasm felt like with both my tongue and cock.

The shower control was on the far wall, and I found I couldn't turn it on without getting wet. I ran through the spray of one of the posts and stood dripping at the side to wait for them to follow on.

Lola was naked when she trailed Phoebe in. Phoebe had a light wraparound covering her. A little smile curled her lips as she realised I was wet all down one side.

"You can undress too," she said, and glanced around the rest of the room.

I willingly stripped off my wet clothes, but looking around, there was nowhere I could hang them to dry. In the meantime, Lola had helped Phoebe off with her wrap and entered the shower with her.

I temporarily draped my clothes over the sink and walked over to join them. Lola was shielding her from one of the sprays while she was busy washing her back.

"You can wash my feet and legs," Phoebe ordered, as she noticed me.

I grabbed a bottle of the body wash before dropping to my knees before her. I looked up to see her nude form towering above me. I couldn't help but notice that she had virtually no breasts. All I could see were her large puffy areolae, topped by rounded brown nipples.

She lifted a foot and placed it on my thigh. I squeezed a drop of soap onto my hand and started on her calf while taking a sneaky peek at her bushy mound with her pussy lips peeping through.

Holding her ankle, I lifted her foot to wash it and discovered her sole was ticklish as she jerked it away. Behind her, Lola was now bending slightly as she washed Phoebe's lower back.

I set her foot back on the floor and took the other one as she lifted that, putting it on my thigh while I reached for more soap. Lola crouched to wash her arse, doing something that made Phoebe give a jerky shiver as I started to soap her foot.

Lola met me at the knee and Phoebe stopped us with the command, "Wait."

I sat back on my heels as she removed her foot and Lola stood up behind her.

"You can do my arms now," she said, looking down at me.

As I stood, Phoebe turned to face Lola. "You can do my front now."

I quelled my disappointment with the thought that there'd be a next time as I stooped to pick up the body wash. Moving to the side of her, I picked up her wrist, dribbling some of the gel on her forearm before stretching to put the bottle down.

I washed her wrist and hand before resting it on my chest to continue on up her arm. Lola had started on Phoebe's shoulders and was working her way down her chest as I watched.

Their eyes kept briefly locking together as Lola kept glancing up. I began to wonder if Phoebe was gay or just trusted Lola more than me. I finished the first arm and picked the bottle up to move around her back, catching Lola washing Phoebe's breasts, or what there was of them.

Phoebe had her eyes closed and I could feel the slight tension in her arm as I washed it. Whatever Lola was doing, it looked like Phoebe liked it. Her hands didn't linger long on her little buds, and as I finished her second arm, Lola was starting on her ribs.

I stepped back and put the bottle back on the shelf, feeling totally left out and just a little bit jealous of the pair of them. As I watched, Lola worked her way down to Phoebe's abdomen, leaning in to press her breasts against Phoebe's as she did.

I leant back against the shower wall, my eyes trained on Lola's hand as it slipped between Phoebe's thighs, and Phoebe sagged a little. For a virgin with no experience she was letting things run wild. I couldn't help but wonder what thoughts were running through her head. It looked like she'd just mentally said, 'What the hell, let's take the ride and see where it goes.'

Phoebe's arm twitched, starting to move to clasp Lola's back. I sprang forward and stood behind Phoebe, my hands holding her hips. As she relaxed into my hands and gave me some of her weight, I moved closer till her back was pressed against me.

My hands slipped up to her ribs, Lola obligingly eased back slightly as I slid them up and took her nipples with my fingers and thumbs. I could feel her breath quickening, and then she suddenly gasped, "Wait!"

I stopped rolling her nipples, but held my hands where they were.

"This would be better in bed," she continued.

I slipped my hands down and away as I stepped back, giving Lola the lead since she was doing so well. I saw Lola licking her fingers as she backed away. As Phoebe took a step forward, Lola turned and walked out of the shower with her.

I turned the water off and slowly followed to find them locked in an embrace by the side of the bed. Though my cock had been taking things easy up to now, the sight of two attractive women kissing had it springing into life.

I half crept across to the foot of the bed while Lola stretched out a hand behind Phoebe and pulled her down onto the bed with her. As they hit the mattress, Lola hooked her foot over Phoebe's knee and guided them as she swivelled around to lie lengthways on the bed.

That 'Well' she'd given Hilly as an answer, seemed to have hidden a lot of truths. I'd seen enough to tell me that this wasn't her first time, girl on girl, and I wondered for a second if I hadn't struck out by being paired with two lesbians.

Lola's hand snaked down between Phoebe's thighs. She pushed open Phoebe's legs and rolled her onto her back. Lola followed her over, and was kissing her again as her fingers covered Phoebes mound and started rubbing it.

Breaking the kiss, Lola eased a leg over Phoebe's and pushed herself up with her elbow, then brought her other leg over and knelt between her knees. Lola's free hand came down to join the other, fingers caressing Phoebe's outer lips while her thumbs massaged the rosy-pink inner ones.

As Phoebe brought her hands up to her breasts, pinching her own nipples, I saw my opportunity. Crawling up onto the bed, I knelt at her waist and put one hand on her tummy. I bent down and licked at the protruding tip of her nipple where it squeezed out between her finger and thumb.

Her hand slipped away, and I opened my lips a little more to suck her areola in, and swirled my tongue around her firm nipple. She put her hand on my head, pressing and caressing my scalp, as a long soft moan escaped her lips.

I couldn't see what Lola was doing, but it was having its effect on Phoebe. As I swapped nipples for a second time, I glanced to see her head buried between Phoebe's thighs, her eyes flicking up to catch mine and giving me a wink.

Phoebe's moans and cries of 'Yes' grew more urgent as her breath shortened. As she started squirming, her hand came to my shoulder with her sharp nails digging in as she gripped it. She cried 'Yes' as the wave hit her and her whole body shuddered.

The sharp bite of her nails made me jerk back while her body arched up, and she gave a throaty groan. Lola slapped my backside and when I looked around, she urgently hissed, "Take my place."

As she moved from between Phoebe's legs, I swung my leg over to reposition myself. Lola grabbed my cock, and as I moved into place, she began to stroke the head into Phoebe's soft wet folds. Even as that thrill ran through me, Lola thrust my helmet into Phoebe's tunnel, giving me a high power jolt.

Though it was tight, my shaft speared her easily. I felt no hymen as it plunged in; only a slight spasm at it filled her. As I started swinging my hips, Lola bent down to kiss the young girl, and use her fingers on Phoebe's breasts.

As I upped my pace, Phoebe rolled her head, gasping as she broke the kiss. Lola swivelled around, her lips latching onto one of Phoebe's nipples. It took less than two minutes for Phoebe to have her second climax, the spasms of her tight tunnel sending waves of pleasure up my shaft.

I was pleased that her scream of 'yes' was louder than the last time, and grateful to Lola for giving way for me: Grateful enough to reach over and briefly caress the nape of her neck.

Under me, Phoebe seemed calm enough for me to continue. I started slowly, and felt a shiver of delight run through her, almost immediately. As I picked up speed, Lola went back to suckling on Phoebe's nipple, with one of her arms reaching down between mine.

I felt her fingers slip down to touch my thrusting shaft and then withdraw to tease and rub Phoebe's clit. Within a minute, Phoebe was wriggling and moaning loudly, little shudders wracking her body.

I was still going strong when the third climax surged through her. I caught her flailing thighs as her hips thrust up and she emitted a piercing scream. Lola slipped off her, and lay alongside, her arms closing around Phoebe as she struggled to breathe.

I glanced at Lola and she gave a little shake of her head. Keeping my cock inside her, I released her legs and plonked my hands on either side to rest with my back arched. It took a while for Phoebe to open her eyes, looking from me to Lola, who lay cuddled to her side.

Looking back at me, she stretched her free hand up to clasp my neck. "This is a first time to remember for the rest of my life. Your dick pleased me more than I ever thought one could."

I wanted to protest that Lola had done as much to please her as I had. But, the moment passed as she drew me down and planted my lips on hers. Though it only lasted seconds, I could feel the passion behind it.