Passion at the Castle (8 page)

He pushed his fingers inside her and she moaned.

“That’s it. Now eat your other dessert,” Susan said.

He moved between Gwen’s legs and eyed his prize. With a slight curl to his lips, he lowered and sank his tongue inside Gwen.

The initial brush acted like an electrical charge. Each following stroke sent current after current rushing through her body. Yearning quickly consumed her every thought. Her body hungered for more pleasure. Long licks brought her closer and closer to her release. Need burned within her. Then he lifted his head and thrust several fingers inside her.

“Come for me, ladies,” he said as he pumped into both of them.

Gwen rolled her head to face Susan. When their gazes met, Susan gripped Gwen’s hand and squeezed it. Gwen sensed Susan’s climax was near from the strength of her grasp. Jonathan slid his fingers in and out. He thumbed Gwen’s clit, circling and massaging it. The pressure overwhelmed Gwen. She longed to break free. And she did. Gwen’s inner muscles contracted.

“Oh, yes. Yes.” Gwen gasped.

Susan’s grasp tightened. “Fuck me. God. Yes.”

Gwen held still while her orgasm pulsed and sent calming ripples through her body. As she lessened her clasp of Susan’s hand, Gwen noticed her friend was doing the same thing.

“It is such a turn on to feel two women coming together.” Jonathan held a wide grin.

Gwen faced Susan. “This was a great idea.”

“Yes, but the main
entrée
always follows the appetiser.” Susan winked at her then faced her husband. “Grab a condom and we’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

Jonathan slowly withdrew from them. As he rose, Gwen noticed the sizable bulge in his pants. He stepped around the coffee table and headed for the bedroom. She hoped to see and feel the hidden object in the very near future.

Susan tugged on Gwen’s hand. “Come on. I believe you owe me an orgasm.”

She stood and followed the path Jonathan had taken towards the room. Gwen walked behind Susan and noticed Susan’s butt jiggling. The sight made her smile and she was half tempted to smack her ass.

Susan let go of Gwen’s hand after they entered the bedroom. Gwen stopped and glanced around. The suite had a different set up from Gwen’s room except for the placement of the lavatory. Bluish wallpaper with a gold design surrounded her from floor to ceiling. Curtains with the same pattern hung to the sides of the window. The large four-poster bed consumed most of the space. A recliner in the corner faced the door and a long dresser took up the majority of one wall.

Susan sat on the bed. “It’s an ugly pattern. Don’t you think?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have selected it.”

“Come here.” Susan extended her arm.

Gwen moved towards her and slid her fingers into Susan’s grasp. Susan rose and placed Gwen’s palm on one of her tits.

“Did you enjoy sucking on this?” Susan cupped her girls.

“I did. You have nice breasts.”

Susan chuckled. “Please. These tits are too small. Yours, on the other hand, are quite delightful.” She groped Gwen’s breasts.

Gwen pinched Susan’s nipple between her fingers.

“Someone is playful. I like it.” Susan treated Gwen’s buds in kind.

She moved her hand to the nape of Gwen’s neck then pulled Gwen to meet her lips. The spark of desire ignited in Gwen. She stroked Susan’s tongue while they caressed each other’s chests. Although Susan’s ladies were undersized, they were still a joy to touch and tease.

Movement from the corner of Gwen’s eye interrupted her kiss. Jonathan walked towards them, naked and with a strong erection.

Susan pressed her mouth to Gwen’s. The kiss resumed until Jonathan wrapped his arms around Gwen’s torso and pressed his cock to her backside.

“I think your husband is ready for his meal.”

Susan chuckled. “I am too.” She backed up to the bed then scooted on top of the mattress. “Fuck me with your tongue.”

Jonathan moved his hand south to Gwen’s pussy and slipped his fingers inside her. Warmth spread through Gwen and her pulse quickened. He rubbed his erection against her ass while he massaged her clit. Her need rose fast. She wanted to feel his hardness inside her instead of his fingers.

He kissed her shoulder. “Better give her what she wants.”

Susan put her feet on the bed and propped her legs up before she spread them. Gwen stared at her shaved pussy and the pink labia. Moisture coated it. She stepped towards Susan, eager to make her friend come and horny from Jonathan’s dick pressed to her.

Gwen gently touched Susan’s navel. “I’m going to enjoy this as much as you.”

Susan smiled. “I’m sure you will.”

Gwen lowered over Susan and planted a kiss on her lips. Then she kissed Susan’s chin and neck. Susan tilted her head back and Gwen rolled her tongue down to Susan’s chest.

“Mm… Keep going,” Susan said.

Gwen took one of Susan’s erect buds into her mouth and nipped it.

Susan arched her back. “Fuck. I love it when you do that.”

Gwen sucked on her breast then moved to the next and gave it equal treatment. Susan wriggled underneath Gwen. Suspecting Susan’s need was increasing, Gwen started dragging her tongue over Susan’s navel. Jonathan stood behind Gwen the entire time and rubbed his length against her.

“I really want to fuck.” He pressed against her backside.

Gwen kissed Susan’s mound. As Gwen widened her legs, she slid her tongue along Susan’s slit. Susan gripped the cover on the bed and moaned while Gwen licked her. Susan tasted salty and sweet. Remnants from the pastry Gwen suspected. Gwen moved her tongue up and down, caressing the swollen nub. While she focused on pleasing Susan, she nearly missed Jonathan positioning his dick at her entrance. When he pumped inside her, Gwen took in a quick breath.

Susan lifted her head. “Don’t stop, lovely. I’m so close.”

Gwen resumed stroking Susan’s clit. Gripping Gwen’s hips, Jonathan pounded into her. His thrusts pushed Gwen forward, aiding her efforts to please Susan. Gwen found Susan’s hole and slid her tongue inside. Her face was wet, coated with Susan’s juices. Gwen pleasured her friend while she enjoyed the cock moving in and out of her. He felt so good inside her. So big and filling. She grazed her tongue back up to Susan’s nub and started sucking on it. Susan moaned louder and Jonathan drilled his erection into Gwen’s channel. Gwen didn’t stop and neither did Jonathan. She was burning up and perspiration formed above her eyebrows. The anticipation reached a breaking point and Gwen came.

“Oh, fuck yeah. Squeeze my cock hard,” Jonathan said as he continued driving into her.

The strong spasms brought tranquillity to Gwen, but she didn’t lose sight of tending to Susan. She pushed several fingers inside her friend while she lapped at her slit.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop. Oh. Oh…” Susan’s lips formed an O.

Hot, wet walls of flesh pulsed around Gwen’s fingers. The clenching feeling brought joy to Gwen. Her efforts to pleasure Susan had paid off well. She waited until the contractions ended before she withdrew.

“That was fucking good.” Susan moved her arms behind her head. She appeared completely content.

“I second that,” Jonathan said.

Susan scooted backward over the bed. “Come lay up here.”

Gwen wiped the excess moisture from her face while Jonathan slid his cock from her. Once he was out of her, she climbed on the bed. She crawled next to Susan with a slight touch of loneliness. She missed the feeling of a man inside her. Sighing, she lay on her side. Susan twisted to face her while Jonathan hopped on the bed. He moved behind Susan, wrapped one arm around her and moulded his body to hers.

“This is nice.” Susan used her fingers to brush aside strands of Gwen’s hair threatening to cover her eyes.

Gwen took a deep breath and silently agreed. Peace coursed through her as she thought about the wonderful couple before her eyes. They truly were amazing people with deep love and passion they enjoyed sharing with others. Gwen was grateful she’d met them and decided to share such pleasure. She’d miss them. She’d miss all the wonderful people she’d met during her vacation. Maybe Susan was right earlier about staying in touch with those she’d met. Who knew, perhaps Gwen could have a long-distance relationship with one of her lovers. It was an option she wanted to explore and would do so upon her return home. Thanks to the wonderful and kind men, and Susan, Gwen had had the best vacation ever.

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Diary of a Free Woman: Passion in Restraints

Diane Thorne

Excerpt

Chapter One

“I’m having a wonderful time,” Gwenevere said into her phone. She turned from the brick path and walked onto the narrow concrete bridge. “Amsterdam is a beautiful city. The architecture is amazing.”

“Be careful, Mom,” Kristy, her youngest daughter said. “And stay away from the Red Light District. It’s not a safe place.”

Gwen stopped near the centre of the overpass and placed her free hand on the railing. Her purse dangled from her wrist. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be fine.”

She’d spent two days exploring various parts of the city, visiting museums and gazing at the incredible buildings. Two days without a man escorting her or flirting with her. While she’d enjoyed the sites she’d seen, she missed the company of the opposite sex. She’d decided to take a detour to the infamous Red Light District and see if by some chance she could meet a nice fellow to spend a night with. And she was curious to witness the atmosphere of the well-known area. But she wouldn’t let Kristy know, especially after her daughter had asked her to avoid the district.

“I’ll tell Krystal you checked in,” Kristy said.

“Thank you. Let her know I’ll call after I settle into my hotel in Ireland.”

“I will. Love you, Mom.”

“Kiss kiss.”

“Bye.”

Gwen lowered her cell and slid it into her bag. She took a deep breath and gazed at the surroundings. A boat emerged from underneath the bridge and slowly continued along the canal. Bicycles and scooters littered both sides of the waterway and across from the row of buildings. Each structure kissed the next to the end of the block. Windows faced the sidewalks and streets, allowing a clear view inside to each business. The majority involved sex and drugs. A few places offered stylish clothing or food. Gwen didn’t know where to begin now that she’d ventured into the naughty zone.

A chuckle bubbled within her as she recalled her daughter’s words and stared at the various shops advertising sex and drugs. Kristy had told her the place wasn’t safe. In reality, the area appeared to be the opposite. Prostitution, hash, and marijuana were legal, but people weren’t acting out of control or crazy. Criminals weren’t running amok. Sure, anyone could purchase beer from a vending machine at any time, but not a single person appeared drunk or disorderly. Business went on as usual. Gwen was as safe in the district as she was anywhere else, if not more so.

A cloud cast a shadow and cool breeze brushed over her bare arms. She shivered slightly and wished she’d brought a sweater. She’d dressed in a knee-length white dress with little pink flowers and short, sheer sleeves. The cute outfit had kept her from perspiring while she roamed the streets of Amsterdam. But once the sun had disappeared and the wind had picked up she needed to cover her exposed parts. Gripping her purse, she continued over the bridge in her white three-inch sandals. Perhaps visiting a few shops would help to warm her.

She strolled along the brick path, staying clear of the bicycles and scooters while glimpsing inside the windows. Others passing were doing the same thing. The businesses she could see into had few customers. Walking by the Sex Museum, she wished she could peek inside but the tinted windows blocked all viewing. She continued until she reached an establishment selling attire and toys—the sexy kind.

Smiling, Gwen entered the shop. Shelves along the wall contained food items in the shape of body parts. The penis-shaped sucker grabbed her immediate attention and she stifled a chuckle. In addition to candy, she found candles and various other items to liven-up a sexual mood. Gwen moved deeper into the store, glancing at the provocative attire on display for women and men. Most of the lacy two-piece outfits came in black, red and pink.

“I’d go with red if I were you,” said a man behind her. His English was clear with a slight Dutch accent.

Gwen twisted to face the stranger. Blood rushed through her as she took a quick scan of his body. The man was pure muscle under his tight grey shirt. He had short dark hair and stood several inches taller with broad shoulders and a tattoo on one of his arms. His jeans fit him well—too well. In fact, he appeared to be sporting a bit of wood. Her cheeks warmed. No, her entire body heated.

“I, uh, was just browsing,” she said. God, she’d like to wrap her lips around
his
sucker.

He grinned. “Of course.”

Gwen turned and slowly walked away before she needed to fan herself. He was smoking hot and making her burn with need. She curved around a rack of clothes and found an aisle leading to the back of the store. She followed the route and paused. One side displayed books and videos while the other showed a wide variety of toys. The mischievous part of Gwen was roped towards the vibrators, wands, pumps, nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, whips, gags, various restraints, and more. Holy cow, she’d never seen so many items intended to enhance sexual pleasure.

Eyes wide, Gwen stared at the merchandise for men and women. How would someone like her know what was best to use? They had to have differences. What were they? Would one whip cause more pain than the other? The assortment available overwhelmed her and she suddenly felt like a virgin.

“Are you visiting Amsterdam?”

Gwen heard the familiar male voice and swallowed hard. Maybe she shouldn’t have ventured to the toy department with the hottie perusing in the store. Her heart fluttered and heat warmed her cheeks as she twisted to face him.