Chapter 6

Lynn was so exhausted and sore the next morning she could hardly drag herself out of bed. Most of that could be attributed to Denise's zealousness in taking her mouth, nest and anus throughout the night, arousing and satisfying Lynn in more unique and erotic ways than the entire wedding entourage had following the wedding. However, she smiled with a satisfaction she had never felt before even though she had to walk slowly and somewhat bowlegged as she made her way to the bathroom.

Denise was waiting for her at the breakfast table.

"I have something to ask," stated the blue eyed mistress.

"Don't tell me you're horny again?" laughed Lynn.

Denise smiled in return. "Oh, I almost stay hard with the thoughts of getting between those beautiful legs of yours, but no, that wasn't what I wanted to ask. I wondered if you would mind if we delayed leaving on our honeymoon for about a week?"

"Of course not," replied Lynn.

"It's just that I have a surprise coming for you, actually two surprises and I didn't want you to miss them. The first will be here day after tomorrow and the other the day after that. After you've had a chance to enjoy them, we can leave immediately."

"Being a bit mysterious, aren't we?" chided Lynn good naturedly.

"Perhaps, but I think you will find the wait worth while. Besides," smiled Denise, "the way you're walking this morning I think you could use a few days of rest."

"I admit I'm pretty sore between my legs right now... but there's nothing wrong with my mouth or my rear. You can have them any time you want."

"You may wish you hadn't made that offer," said Denise flirtingly.

"My only disappointment will be if you don't take me," replied Lynn, dropping her housecoat and revealing she had nothing on underneath.

"So you're offering?" asked Denise turning Lynn around and bending her, face down, over the table.

"It's yours. It belongs to you. If you want it, take it!" breathed an already excited Lynn.

Denise grabbed a small handful of butter and lubricated Lynn's anus. Despite the butter, Lynn grunted loudly as Denise entered her.

"You just get tighter and tighter!" gasped Denise as she began to piston her slave.

Neither woman saw Maria, an attractive, mute native servant start to enter the kitchen and then freeze as she stared in wide eyed fascination at the beautiful Black wife being taken in the rear by her "husband", another beautiful woman, White and possessed of a very adequate sized penis which she now had completely buried in her "wife". Denise's eyes were closed as she was intent on enjoying every moment inside her lover, but Lynn, her face grimacing in a mixture of erotic pain and pleasure, looked up and her eyes met those of Maria. Neither said anything, but their eyes spoke volumes. Lynn was near orgasm and her involuntary grunts in response to Denise's thrusts became whines for release.

"Harder! Yes, harder!" she pleaded as Denise's rod found her bowels. Holding back no longer, Lynn uttered a shriek of release as her body convulsed in pleasure. Yet through it all, her eyes never left those of Maria, whose look of surprise and shock had changed to erotic longing for the naked ebony beauty whose fingers closed around the edge of the table to help brace her against the now violent thrusts of her lover.

"Yes, my little Black bitch, YES!" screamed Denise ejaculating in her wife's rectum.

Maria stepped back behind the doorway where Denise's line of sight would be obstructed, but where she and Lynn's eyes were still locked in an unspoken but undeniably clear message of mutual desire.

Lynn was puzzled with her own reaction to the servant, yet it excited her to have the woman watch her, especially her naked depravity.

"God, that was good!" smiled Denise.

"You can have it any time you want it," said Lynn, but her eyes were fixed on those of Maria and it was clear to them both for whom that response was intended.

As Denise withdrew, Maria pursed her lips, licked them sensuously and silently turned and left.

Throughout the rest of the morning, Lynn could not get Maria out of her mind. She remained puzzled as to why the woman had had such an effect on her. Yes, Maria was attractive with lovely dark hair and penetrating brown eyes, but Lynn could simply not fathom why, in the kitchen this morning, when their eyes met, there was such an overpowering attraction between them. Lynn realized, ashamedly, that for the few moments she and Maria had exchanged looks, she had become oblivious to Denise and the fact that her rectum was filled with cock. Was it the fact that the servant was Hispanic? Lynn found that hard to believe. When she was with Peter, she had copulated with a Cuban in the dressing room of a crowded clothing store and, while enjoyable, there was no particular attraction, none of the mysterious excitement she felt now as she remembered the soft lips which had pursed themselves for her and the tongue which had licked them so suggestively. Was it the fact that the woman was mute? Did the fact that they would never exchange words, heighten their nonverbal looks and feelings? Could she, Lynn wondered, be tiring of Denise already? Nonsense, she told herself, Denise was the most satisfying person and lover she had ever known. Then what? What was it about Maria? Lynn didn't know. All she knew was that the look which she and Maria had exchanged, kept running through her mind, each time arousing her even more.

At lunch, Lynn was silently thrilled that it was Maria who served them on the veranda. She was hoping their eyes would meet again as they had done that morning, but, cognizant of the presence of Lynn's "husband", the dark haired beauty kept her eyes cast downward. Lynn was in torment, wanting to reach out, to touch, to fondle and be fondled, knowing it was out of the question. She yearned for this woman, yet Maria made no eye contact with her whatsoever, giving her, she realized, the irrational feeling of a lover spurned. The meal over, Maria was clearing the dishes when Lynn could stand it no longer. She had to know: was Maria as erotically attracted to her as she was to the servant?

The lovely Latino had turned to leave when Lynn spoke.

"Maria, I think I'll go barefoot a while. Would you please take these back to my room," she said, indicating the high leg strap heels she wore. Lynn had intended to take them off herself and hand them to the servant, hoping for another meaningful exchange of glances. but, before Lynn could react, Maria was on her knees, under the level of the table where Denise could not see, untying the straps and slowly slipping off the shoes, her hands momentarily fondling Lynn's bare feet and toes.

"Darling, I think I'll go for a walk on the beach. Care to join me?" asked Denise? Lynn was almost beside herself, using every ounce of resolve to maintain control as she felt her nest moisten with desire for the woman at her feet.

"If you don't mind, I think I'll pass. if you'll recall, walking is a bit of a chore right now. I think I'll just go to the room and rest"

"Of course, maybe tomorrow," suggested Denise.

"Yes, tomorrow for sure."

"Thank you Maria, "Lynn managed as the servant returned to her feet and disappeared into the house with the shoes.

"See you after while," said Denise, reaching over and kissing Lynn lightly on the lips and then heading for the beach.

Lynn waited until Denise was out of sight, then hurried into the house and up the stairs to their room, her heart racing, her breathing already short and rapid.

She opened the bedroom door to find Maria standing in the middle of the room, completely naked except for an unusual strap-on dildo, its penis protruding some seventeen inches from the belt. But there was a second dildo extending in the opposite direction and now completely buried in Maria's nest. It was obvious that her clit would be vigorously stimulated with each thrust into her partner. Lynn admired the breasts of the twenty-nine year old, smaller than Lynn's but firm and high, nipples erect and hard, her waist small and legs curvaceous.

Lynn was both exhilarated and relieved. She had been concerned that perhaps Maria would want her to assume the dominant role, but then she realized that after seeing Lynn being pounded from behind this morning, Maria knew exactly what Lynn wanted. and was prepared to give it to her.

Without a word passing between them, Maria pointed to Lynn's sun dress. Lynn was out of it and her bra and panties within seconds. She stood naked and trembling with anticipation. Maria pointed to the floor. Lynn went to all fours, placing her head against the carpeting forcing her rear high in the air. She felt the woman's fingers applying the lubricant and shivered in anticipation of being sodomized. She did not have long to wait. Lynn stifled a scream as the dildo, longer and thicker than Denise's penis began snaking its way into her rectum.

"Maria," she moaned, "I'm not sure I can take it all."

The sharp slap on her buttocks from the riding crop came as a shocking surprise along with another thrust from the woman behind, burying another two inches into her. She had just been told in no uncertain terms to shut up and take it.

"God, it hurts Maria!" she cried, only to receive another hard slap and another inch and a half of anal violation.

She knew the dildo was only about half way in, yet it had already penetrated her farther than she had ever been penetrated before. Lynn began whimpering both to fulfill her role as subservient slave, the role she relished so much, and from the pain which was erotic, but now bordering on unbearable.