Simon had not even applied his talented lips to the blushing rose before him, now beginning to open so that the moist core of pale lavender was revealed and drops of clear honey were weeping onto the slick expanse and disappearing into the deep groove between her massive buttocks, themselves now rhythmically squeezing together, lifting her pale jewel eagerly toward Simon’s mouth.
He met her wild eyes and licked his lips.
He found the lift lever on the table with his knee, pressed it, and the target of his desire slowly rose up just under his chin. With a grin he extended his talented tongue and the eyes of Hortensia de Montmorency went wide.
As the tip just flicked that shiny expanse just below the delicate lower rim, a tsunami rippled upward across mons, belly, lungs, breasts, neck and cheeks. And as he began to lap, her eyes squeezed shut and she began to whine like a hungry puppy. So he kept at it until the great pale columns of her thighs on either side of his face were quivering fiercely.
Time to go in. He dove his very long tongue into the glistening hollow and fluttered it for all he was worth, keeping at it as the warm flesh heaved under his mouth. But this flower was so small and delicate that he could not keep the hungry clit for a second course. His well-drenched mustache was unavoidably brushing back and forth against that tiny tender bud, now thrusting out from under its slippery hood.
Hortensia de Montmorency was not a woman who needed only the most gentle touch. As Simon’s mouth now totally covered that delicate flower he felt the large hands of his subject firmly clasp the back of his head. He had little work to do as those great hips flexed again and again, scrubbing hard against his face.
“Eat it! Oh yes! Please eat it all!”
Simon obeyed, worrying her fine lips with his own and even biting them, sucking all her soft flesh deep into his mouth and polishing it with his tongue. He found her clit and squeezed it hard between his pursed lips.
The great bulk of Hortensia de Montmorency lifted up and up off the table her belly popping again and again as she felt the clench of each orgasm deep in her womb; thighs vibrating with the effort and giant waves rippling across her mammoth breasts, her head hanging back as though she was being sacrificed on an altar.
“Now! Put a finger in my ass!”
Simon obeyed again, digging under his chin into the slickness between those huge cushions of ass. There it was. And…. In.
“Keeeeeraaaah!”
The bishop’s bride gave an enormous whoop and collapsed shuddering onto the table. Simon leaned back, letting only the thumb of the hand buried between her buttocks flick across her swollen lips and clit.
Her whole body shook as small after-orgasms took her each time her delicate bits were touched.
Janine and Melissa gently stroked her shoulders and bosom. Politely drew the kimono over her impressive breasts. Simon did the same with her legs. Now a lady of some dignity was lying, taking a nap.Only the slightly fierce breathing, the rise and fall of that monumental chest suggested that anything physical had recently happened. They let her rest as they quietly changed into street clothes again.
A husky voice rose from the “sleeping” figure.
“There is hard lemonade and small cakes in the parlor if you wish a little refreshment. You have worked your damndest to please me and I am quite contented.”
“Should we pour you a glass?” Melissa asked.
“No, no. Not yet. I still have some… business to finish, if you would please alert Luisa. She knows what I must do.”
As they left the workout room, quite eager for cold refreshment, they found Luisa right outside the hidden door.
“She has asked for you.”
“Yes, yes, I expected this.”
The young woman, dressed now in tights and sports top bustled into the room they had just left. She left the bookcase door slightly ajar. Hmm. Simon was of a mind that the door had not been firmly closed during their recent ‘session’. Had Madame Montmorency’s assistant been secretly observing them? He was about to step into the parlor when he heard the Lady say clearly, “Good. You are here. It is time I was punished.”
Simon leaned closer and beckoned to the others, pushing the door open a crack.
“Have you been a bad girl?” Luisa asked in a stern voice.
“I’m sorry to say I have been a wicked, wicked girl.”
“And what do you think I must do?”
“You know all too well.”
“Wood or leather?”
“Wood, I think.”
“Large or small?”
“Large, I fear, I have been very bad.”
“You know what to do. Take the position.”
“Must I?”
“Of course. Turn over. Hands and knees.”
Simon pushed the door a little wider. Janine and Melissa peeked around him. There was a pretty good view of the massage table and the impressive figure of Hortensia de Montmorency was still on it but now on all fours with her head hanging down. Luisa appeared behind her holding something very much like a paddle tennis paddle, an oval the size of a human head well punctuated with large holes. Luisa lowered the table until the lady’s large haunches were at chest height,