The Weekend Ch 02

Sometime later Liza arrived in the small country town closest to her objective. She was perturbed to see signposts indicating the direction of the great house which she sought as her goal. On arriving at her destination, Liza was disappointed to find not only was her room not prepared, but that she was brought, by the butler, to the penthouse which was already occupied by a number of others. To her surprise, they appeared to be engrossed in watching a porn movie on an incredibly large wall mounted television screen. Slightly apprehensive, considering the condition of her dress and herself, Liza chose not to join the viewers on the rather large settee. For distraction, rather than interest, she approached a brass telescope, close to the window, which was mounted on a tall mahogany tripod. She did notice that the object was tilted at a strange angle; nevertheless she looked through the eye piece.

To her surprise Liza's view was almost exactly the same as that which she had earlier seen on the wall mounted screen. It appeared that the movie was in fact a live feed from a guest house in the grounds to the rear of the mansion. Her attention was drawn to a tall, naked, dark haired and well built man of middle years. He stood sideways on to her and was in the process of wrapping the hair of a kneeling lady in his fist. As his grip tightened he drew the smiling blonde towards his hardened crotch. As Liza watched, she became entranced. The guy was in her estimation huge, and she couldn't imagine ever taking this man's girth or length in their mouth or anywhere else. Her interest increased as she felt herself moisten below. Subconsciously, she drew her hand up inside her bare thigh as her gaze remained glued to the scope.

Before she reached her destination another hand overlapped and clasped hers. A soft voice whispered

"Don't move."

Liza gasped and as she attempted to raise her head a hand clamped the nape of her neck.

"Stay there, keep watching and enjoy the experience."

Softly hands began to caress her legs and waist. Her dress was raised from her ass as the hands began to stroke her intimately. Suddenly she felt the kiss of soft lips on her. Quick licks followed. Within minutes she was grasping the telescope for dear life. Soft gentle caresses, kisses, nibbles, licking touching her cunt and anus. She had never before felt such delicate ministering. Her eyes wide, breath coming in gasps, knees quivering, heart pounding, her jaw slack, she was incredibly close to cumming. As she sank to her knees she glanced between her thighs and for the first time saw her assailant. It was a read head lady. Liza was immediately shocked and simultaneously excited. She had never had a woman touch her before and especially never one as talented as this red head was at licking her.

God, I'm getting head from a red, she thought laughing. From the corner of her eye, as she collapsed in delightful exhaustion, Liza caught a glance at the television screen once more. Later the image she viewed would coalesce into an image of her, with her summer dress on the floor beside her, as she was being taken by the other woman while being recorded. As she buckled, Liza and her partner were treated to a round of applause by the other members within the room.

As she settled to the floor a voice announced that the guest rooms were now ready. Lisa slowly regained her feet and by the time she redressed and started to move, she found herself alone. Her knees were still weak, her walk slightly meandering, but she followed the group as best she could. The climb down stairs had the worst effect on her and twice she had to stop to get a grip on the handrail. By the time she entered the corridor containing the accommodations, she heard the last of the doors close shut, but it took her just a few seconds to realize that the individual guest names were on each door. Luckily hers was the fourth door along so she didn't have to go too far. On entering the room, Liza was surprised to find a black lycra/pvc dress draped across her bed. The bedside table carried an invitation card which stressed that she had until six thirty to prepare herself for dinner. This, she realized gave her enough time to shower and dress. The en-suite attached had plenty of towels, a hair dryer and soaps and shampoo.

Returning from her shower, Liza struggled for some time to get into the dress correctly. On completion she became aware that she was going to be fully displayed tonight. Her full breasts protruded as if bared, her erect nipples displayed for all to see, her butt appeared to shine through the dress. Even her navel could clearly be seen. She realized that she was actually being paranoid, but with the tightness of the dress, this was how she felt. In fact the feeling stimulated her also. Dinner was slightly formal, in as much as it could be with the ladies displaying their bodies in similar fashions while the gentlemen wore only skintight black shorts and neckties. Lisa looked around at the other members of the group and was acknowledged by those who saw her with shy smiles. That was of course until she caught sight of her red haired assailant, who positively beamed a smile at her and winked in her direction. Lisa felt herself blush and quickly divert her gaze. The meal itself was pleasant, opening with baked olives wrapped in cheese. This was followed by asparagus, new mini potatoes in garlic, and roast pork tenderloin with the most delectable sauce. Sorbet and ice cream followed. The wines were unfortunately not to Lisa's taste as she had a preference for champagne at all times, but they were acceptable.

As teas and coffees were being served by the wait staff, a voice came over the intercom and advised the guests that they had the rest of the evening free to entertain themselves as they saw fit. They were also advised that there would be a movie in the theatre next door. As Liza approached the theatre she was intercepted by the red head.

"Hi, I'm Carrie, I really enjoyed you today. You taste wonderful"

Liza looked at Carrie and felt herself blush once more.

"I guess I should say "hello" Carrie, you're the first female ever to touch me down there. I was amazed it felt so good, not like.."

"Yes I know, not like when a guy does it its different."

"Yes, yes, exactly, different, not as rushed, not as rough, although I do like it rough sometimes."

As Liza heard herself admit this to her companion she once more became withdrawn. Carrie laughed softly.

"That's nothing. Hey I've an idea, let's get to your room and I'll show you something you never imagined."

Grabbing Liza'a hand Carrie made straight for the door. Liza allowed Carrie to bring her along. For the first time in her life she looked at another woman's legs and rear. She watched the fluid movements of Carrie's thighs and ass as she climbed the few steps of the stair to the bedrooms. Watched her companion's neck as her red hair flicked to the side with odd movements of Carrie's body. She felt herself warm to Carrie's touch, and wondered if she could feel her perspiring hand. Breathlessly they arrived outside Liza's room.

"Wait for a minute, I need to get something," Carrie told Liza rushing down the corridor. Liza watched her companion disappear. The green dress which Carrie wore was almost a duplicate of Liza's except the neckline plunged deeper. Earlier Liza was almost tempted to reach into the cleft of Carrie's dress to pull out a breast, just to see if it were possible.

On her return Carrie brought a small case. Liza wondered but did not question what it contained. On entering her room, she saw on her bed a corset and a dvd.

"Oh good, tomorrows clothes and a copy of our escapade earlier, I got one too," Carrie piped.

"How do you know?

"Oh this is my second visit to this palace of pleasure and decadence."

Liza was surprised and interested.

"Tell me more," she pleaded.

"No can do," replied Carrie.

"I can show you though. Tell me, have you ever tied your lover up? Or have they ever tied you up?"

"I'm not that adventurous," replied Liza.

"You don't know what you're missing you sweet thing you," laughed Carrie.

Carrie took Liza by the hand, placed her case on the bed, and pulled her close. Liza could feel Carrie's breath on her cheek. If she inhaled at the right time she could almost taste Carrie. Her left hand lifted to rest on the crook on Carrie's right elbow.

Liza felt nervous. She could feel Carrie's warmth all over her body, yet their bodies were not touching. She believed she could almost feel Carrie's heart beat. Liza closed her eyes. Carrie touched her. One fingertip caressing her neck, drifting slowly down from her chin to the neckline of her dress. Liza tilted her head back to lengthen the area to be touched. She found herself wanting to be touched. Carrie's breath wafted beneath Liza's chin. She gasped. A finger traced the line of her hair. Her face reached towards it.

"On the bed," Carrie ordered.

Reluctantly Liza opened her eyes and climbed onto the bed as directed. Carrie stood at the side of the bed and looked down on her. Liza was struck by Carrie's dominance in that position and she felt herself yearn to be touched again.

"Please" She whimpered.

Carrie smiled sweetly.

"Close your eyes you sweet thing, and don't move. I won't hurt you, promise."

Liza clamped her eyes shut, both excited and nervous at the same time. She heard Carrie open her case and within some few seconds felt Carrie beside her once more. Carrie's hands traced the length of Liza's arms to her wrists. Liza was tempted to open her eyes as she felt Carrie place something soft on her wrists. She resisted the urge. Her arms were lifted over her head and fastened into place. Liza realized she was trapped. She suddenly became incredibly nervous, cried out and attempted to lower her arms. Carrie grasped Liza's head in her hands.

"Open your eyes pet. Don't worry. I told you, I won't hurt you. Tonight is for our pleasure."

Liza laughed nervously, and relaxed again. Her eyes opened and she watched Carrie as she continued removing a selection of items from her case. Carrie approached the bedside carrying what appeared to be a letter opener. She inserted the blade into the neckline of Liza's PVC dress and in one movement slashed the dress in half. So quick was the cutting that Liza felt as if she had exploded from the confines of the garment. Her butt cheeks relaxed from their clamp like tension and her breasts actually wobbled. How indecent, she thought to herself. Nevertheless it did not stop her nipples hardening in anticipation. Already she felt that familiar moistness in her crotch.

Who would have believed that a short time ago she was the result of a severely puritanical family? One in which the mere mention of the word sex would have sent her father into fits of rage. Yes she had married. In fact it was an arranged wedding. A man of her parents choice, a man she had never seen until her wedding day. She lived as his wife for almost sixteen years. He drank often and gambled. Abuse soon followed. The few times he was able to perform sexually she got pregnant. Now after two children, many bruises and broken bones later she was free. It wasn't through any plan of hers. He never allowed her to have any money, nor did she know how to drive and that enabled him to keep her prisoner. Their farm was ten miles from town.

He left to get some beer one night. It wasn't until a few hours later that the police officer came knocking on the door to inform her that he wouldn't be coming home, ever. She stood in the doorway, reacting to her confusion, disbelief, hope and pleasure at the prospect of being saved. The officer looked at her in puzzlement. Not knowing what to do for her, he brought her and her two children down to town to the Grief Counselor. In turn the Counselor, Fred, became her mentor. In his words she had "a lot of catching up to do." This weekend was to play a major part in her "coming up to speed." In fact they had not yet had or even attempted to have sex. Liza knew that she loved him and that she had some hang-ups. She had recently discovered that he had some also and between them, they expected, this weekend would help to smooth out the edges.

Her attention was powerfully brought back to her position by Carries soft kiss sending electrical charges through Liza's bared nipple. Her body arched from the bed at the touch. Liza's eyes focused on the instruments Carrie had produced from her case. Fred had recently given her a quiz on "How much do you really know about sex" and he had shown her pictures of some of these items. To say that she was shocked was an understatement. The size alone of some of the instruments, dildos, and vibrators, she thought they were called, was breathtaking. I don't believe that anyone could ever put those inside, it can't be possible, she thought.

Carrie bond each of Liza's ankles to the foot of the bed, spreading her wide. Slipping her hand under her butt she pushed in two pillows, elevating Liza's cunt, exposing her to the world. Liza felt the coolness caress her lips and attempted to worm herself into a less exposed position.

"Ssshhhh! Don't move, you're perfect as you are. Carrie assured her.

Liza felt herself redden once more. Carrie laughed and caressed her neck with her fingernail. The scratching, although delicate, thrilled Liza. Her crotch tingled. Carrie continued to gently scratch, caress, and massage her neck and shoulders. Liza never believed that she could experience such raw sexual feelings from such gentle touches. The more Carrie touched, the more excited Liza became. Carrie reached behind herself and produced an artists brush.

"For this experience, you will need to wear this."

From her collection of implements Carrie produced a night mask, which she dropped over Liza's eyes, blocking her view. Try as Liza might, she couldn't dislodge it. Her efforts were curtailed very quickly as the brush wafted across her cheek and lips. Instant electricity once more shot through her. The darkness provided by the mask further enhanced the torture. Never before had Liza felt anything so small and soft which had such a profound effect on her.

The brush disappeared, Liza waited and waited. Like a dagger she felt it brush between her breasts. Her breath stilled. Her inner thigh was next assaulted with the fine instrument. Next, the arch of her foot. Each and every time the brush touched, Liza physically jumped, as much as her ties would allow. Inside her knee, across her tummy, below her left breast. Carrie was laughing softly.

"I love it when you react, you're soooo sensitive."

Liza gasped for breath, almost sobbing now in pleasure and expectation. Soon the brush was replaced with something else. Liza felt the movement of the bed as Carrie shifted her weight. It took a few seconds for Liza to figure out what the new tool was. Had Carrie been paying attention she would have seen Liza redden in embarrassment again. Her realization that Carrie was kissing her caused her shock. Such delicateness, breaths caressing, blowing, wafting across her nakedness. Lips touching lightly, faintly, kisses, tongue licking, nibbling. Liza's mind was in turmoil, her body reacting to each and every touch, some imagined, some expected. Her still untouched pussy becoming more and more moist with each passing second. Suddenly she became aware of that feeling within the pit of her stomach, the sweat forming on her upper lip, the swelling of her breasts and finally the exploding sensation of her orgasm. A cry erupted from her throat, becoming a scream, never, never before had she had such an orgasm. In fact, orgasms were few and far between in her experience, and this ranked way up there at the top.

It wasn't until Carrie touched her pussy lips with what must have been a vibe, or maybe a dildo that Liza realized how wet she was. Still wearing the mask she couldn't see what the implement was, but she was open and ready for it, or at least she thought she was. She felt as if she could almost take anything Carrie could give her, and she was willing, almost begging for it. Liza felt her ankles become slightly slack and although she attempted to move, she had little if any more room. Carrie placed something between Liza's knees, keeping her open as she pulled them onto her chest. Once more Liza was trussed. This time she knew she was really exposed. Her ass was slightly higher than her head, her knees spread wide, crushed against her chest, hands still tied over head. The image of a chicken ready for roasting flashed through her mind. I wonder if I'm going to get basted as well. She thought.

Liza felt Carrie's lips caress her openness. Her tongue licked, circled, nibbled her lips. A finger slipped into her ass. She felt a coolness as the finger withdrew and the lathering of a cream on her ass. So intense was her focus on her ass that she almost failed to notice the attention her cunt was getting. Carrie's lips encircled Liza's clit, trapped it as she began to hum. Liza was stunned, such sensations, such feeling was incredible. Already she was having difficulty breathing and this new move by Carrie almost caused her to faint. She tried to buck Carrie off but failed miserably. Carrie once more moved the toy in her hand across Liza's pussy, slowly dipping in and out of her treasured honey pot of pleasure. Liza heard the squelching of her juices again and again. Her whole body tensed, breathing irregular, sweat again beading on her lip, her brow furrowed in concentration. The toy entering her deeper and deeper, faster and faster. She was almost ready to cum when the toy slipped. Instead of entering her cunt, it filed her asshole. The movement was so quick, Liza froze. Every nerve in her body seized for what felt like a full minute. The shock was so sudden Liza stopped breathing, her body ceased to feel, her eyes sprang wide open, her mouth formed a perfect "O," her hands clenched into small fists, even her toes curled, and then it happened, again. As if on command her second orgasm of the night fully overtook and then rifled through her. Starting at her ass, speeding through her, to her cunt, her nipples, breasts, stomach, thighs, everything felt as if it was at once going to explode, every nerve fiber was on fire, every part of her body felt as if it had truly awakened after a hard and grueling marathon. She had not only "hit the wall" she had driven right through it. If ever sex could cause weight loss, it was here and now. Again she screamed, the scream this time was different. Instead of the wailing cry of the trapped animal, this scream was the cry of release. The cry of release of pleasure, cry of delight, the cry of pure sexual satisfaction. She collapsed, exhausted and slept naked on the bed. Carrie, reluctantly untied her and slept with her, draped protectively across Liza'a nakedness.