The two women were stretched out next to each other in the soft deep grass of the grotto. Cerisse was idly running a long stem of grass up and down her friend’s bare pale arm. Margaux laughed, low and rich, at Cerisse’s words. “A naughty little slut you are. Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I saw him looking at you. Frankly, he stared, and not just at your face. If ever a man wanted a woman, he wants you.”
“Do you think so, you saucy thing? Well then, I wish he were here, putting that cock to some use. I haven’t been fucked in ages.”
“Bitch!” cried Cerisse playfully. “Haven’t I been giving you satisfaction?”
“You have a beautiful tongue, my love, but you have no cock.”
“So you want him to spread your legs, do you?”
“God, I wish someone would.”
I saw that Cerisse had rolled over and now lay before Margaux. She grinned wickedly and pushed Margaux’s dress slowly up to her knees as she continued talking. “Shall he take your knees in those big strong hands and push your knees apart? Shall he lift up your dress, just like this?” She pulled the hem of the dress higher, exposing Margaux’s long, pale thighs.
Margaux’s voice was quieter now but more intense. “Yes. Yes he should.”
“I believe you’d open your naughly little cunt right up for him, wouldn’t you? You’d let him just grab you and take you.”
“Fuck, yes I would.”
Cerisse lifted the dress up higher still until, to my delight, she revealed Margaux’s pussy, all soft and pink and rimmed with a light fuzz of blonde. She put one slim finger on those beautiful lips and slowly ran it up and down. “Shall he run his big cock up and down your slutty little pussy? Shall he tease you?” She pushed one finger very slowly and gently into Margaux’s entrance just up to the first knuckle, then quickly removed it. She continued teasing, idly running her finger up and down those sensitive pink lips. “Shall he rub his hard cock all over your dirty little cunt before he fucks you?”
Margaux moaned quietly and spoke fast, “Yes, of course he should. Fuck.”
Cerisse pushed the finger in fully now and Margaux moaned louder. “Shall he push in all the way now? I know that he’s impatient. He’s been wanting to fuck you his whole life, I bet. The pretty rich bitch up on the hill. And now he has you, powerless below him. He’s not going to be gentle.” She slid another slim finger into Margaux’s pussy, moving them in and out, in and out, hypnotizingly, gaining speed as she went. “Do you want him to be gentle? Or do you want him to fuck you hard? Do you want him to fuck you hard like the naughty slut you are?”
Margaux’s back was arched, her eyes closed, her breaths coming quickly now. “Yes. Fuck yes. Fuck me like a slut. God, he should fuck me hard.”
Cerisse leaned in closer, her red lips and sharp little white teeth only inches from Margaux’s soaking cunt now. “And while he’s pumping that fat cock into your pretty pussy, shall your Cerisse join in as well? Shall she help you out?”
Margaux’s voice was low and urgent. “God yes, my love, please.”
“Please what?”
“Lick my cunt. Please. Please. Lick me while he fucks me and make me come like the whore I am.”
“Your Cerisse will be only too happy to oblige.” She lowered her face now, her little pink tongue darting out and flicking Margaux’s clitoris. She kept up the rhythm with her hand, pumping her slim strong fingers into Margaux’s wet cunt, as she began to lash that swollen clitoris with her tongue. Margaux moaned loudly, pulling Cerisse’s head down further into her, and Cerisse obliged gladly. She took Margaux’s clitoris fully into her mouth now, kissing it with wet lips, sucking it in, her cheeks puckering as she applied suction.
Margaux began to jerk, whimpering, her voice higher now, calling out almost in anguish, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me.” Cerisse replied by redoubling the motion of her fingers, slamming them in hard now, the muscles in her forearm tensing and standing out. And then Margaux reached her climax, her hips jerking and spasming, her long lovely bare legs wrapping around Cerisse’s head and clenching until I thought the poor girl would suffocate. And yet what a way to die, I thought admiringly, as Margaux finally relaxed, her body still shaking slightly.
Margaux pulled Cerisse up to her and kissed her deeply now, then sat up abruptly. “Lord, he’s probably here already. How long have we been here? We must get back to the house; he may be wandering the gardens already.”
“And if he is?” asked Cerisse, moaning a bit herself as her lips greedily clung to Margaux’s. “I thought you wanted him to find you. I need you now. Or him. Something. God I’m hot.”
Margaux disengaged her lips from Cerisse’s “Come now, we must play the demure maids for a while yet.”
“You’re just trying to avoid getting me off, aren’t you? You selfish bitch.” Cerisse’s voice wasn’t quite playful anymore.
“I’ll get you off tonight, don’t you worry. Keep that pussy wet for me all evening and I’ll make it worth your while.”
Cerisse huffed in frustration but eventually was prevailed upon to arise and dust herself off. I realized with a shock that I had much overstayed my time and was in no small danger of being caught. I slid down the hill into which the grotto was built on my stomach and, keeping low and out of sight, ran to the edge of the woods that bordered the garden. I took a while to arrange myself as well as I could; I had an embarrassing grass stain on my shirt that could not be hidden, but the more pressing thing, literally and figuratively, was my swollen cock. I was rigid with desire, and I knew that if someone came upon me at the moment my tight trousers would make hiding it quite impossible. I concentrated hard, banishing from my mind with great discipline the scene I had just witnessed, and eventually my cock subsided to its normal proportions. I walked slowly back towards the house, giving the girls time to walk back before I arrived.
Despite my slow pace, I came upon the girls before they reached the house and had no choice but to hail them.
“Monsieur Renault!” cried Cerisse, her dark eyes twinkling. “We have been looking all over for you.”
“And I you, Madame. As I was not able to give myself the pleasure of your beauty, I have had to satisfy myself with the beauty of these lovely grounds, on which I have been walking an hour or more.”
Margaux smiled a subtle, questioning smile. “It seems as if your walk has been a strenuous one. I perceive, sir, that you are quite dusty and somewhat soiled.”
I must have blushed, then, though I am not an easy man to shame. I knew very well that she suspected just what I had seen. I smiled back, though, and said, “I am very clumsy, you see. I fell flat on my face, down there by the grotto. The fall gave me such a shock that I stayed there for some minutes. Your own walk must have been strenuous as well, Madame. I perceive that you are quite flushed. The sun must have been quite hard on you today–you are much more flushed than your friend.”
Margaux did not blush, but Cerisse did giggle. Margaux shot her a nasty glance, but she did it with a smile of her own. “It seems, then, that we all might need some time to compose ourselves before dinner. I will instruct the footman to bring a spare shirt for you, and we will retire briefly to arrange ourselves.” And so we headed back to the house, walking side by side into what I knew would prove to be a very interesting summer evening.