Chapter Eleven

AT THE DOOR to his room, Crispian paused. ‘I think we’ll use Annabel’s room,’ he announced. ‘Tania likes the four-poster bed and I like the ceiling!’

‘What’s special about your ceiling?’ asked Matthew, his hand on Annabel’s elbow.

‘It’s got an unusual mural on it,’ she replied, remembering the thrusting bare breasts of the women riders in the colourful hunt scene.

‘Fascinating,’ he murmured.

‘I think I left it in a bit of a mess,’ she protested as they all started to follow Crispian to her room.

‘Don’t worry,’ he said with a slight smile. ‘Luke and I got it ready a few minutes ago.’

‘Ready?’ asked Annabel.

‘Well, you know the kind of things we like to use, Annabel! And don’t worry, we’ve laid in a plentiful supply of little metal rings.’ Annabel felt herself going hot and she trembled beneath Matthew’s hand.

When they entered the room she saw that Crispian had been telling the truth. All her things had been tidied away and the room looked immaculate. The door into the bathroom was open and the glow from the candles around the basin and mirrored shelf threw shadows on the rich wood panels, adding a gleam to the copper bath.

‘What a lovely bathroom!’ exclaimed Amanda.

Tania narrowed her eyes. ‘I’m glad you like it; we’re going in there later on.’

‘But …’

Behind them, Luke turned the key in the door and at the sound of the click Amanda’s eyes widened. ‘Did you lock us in?’ she asked anxiously.

‘Of course not, I was simply locking everyone else out!’ drawled Luke. ‘Don’t worry, you can go any time you like. I’ve left the key in the lock, see.’

This seemed to calm Amanda a little, but Annabel was surprised to see that the other girl was moving closer to Crispian, apparently for protection. Of all the men in the room, he was the least likely to come to her aid, she thought, and felt a moment’s pity for her.

‘Right, first of all, you gentlemen have to undress the ladies,’ said Tania, standing in the middle of the room. ‘Annabel, you can go in the alcove by the window, Amanda can stand by one of the posts at the foot of the bed, and Sheba can be in the doorway through to the bathroom. Now, who wants to undress who? Or whom, as the case may be. I’m never certain which is correct. Do you know, Crispian?’

‘No, and I bloody well don’t care,’ he muttered thickly.

‘You do realise we’re a man short,’ said Sheba.

‘Not for long,’ Tania replied. ‘I’ve told one of the footmen to come up and join us as soon as he’s free. He’ll do exactly as he’s told because if he doesn’t he’ll find himself out of a job. He knows me rather too well, if you know what I mean, and my stepfather would never approve. He can mix with the hired help, but he doesn’t expect me to and naturally he’d blame the man!’

At that precise moment there was a hesitant tap on the door and when Luke unlocked it a tall young man in his early twenties was standing there, still dressed in the dark trousers and jacket that he’d worn when serving at dinner.

‘I was just talking about you, Michael!’ laughed Tania. ‘Come in quickly, we don’t want anyone else seeing us.’

He came in awkwardly; his expression apprehensive. ‘Was there something special you wanted?’ he asked.

‘Actually, yes. I want you to undress Sheba. She’s the tall girl standing in the bathroom doorway. You can see her, I take it?’

He nodded, moistening suddenly dry lips with his tongue.

Tania laughed. ‘There, and you thought you were going to be in trouble. Don’t you think I’m kind to you?’

‘Very kind, Miss,’ he mumbled.

‘There’s only one thing you have to remember,’ said Crispian, his face cold. ‘If one word of what goes on here tonight gets out, you’ll never work in Wiltshire again, understand?’

‘Don’t worry, sir. I wouldn’t dream of discussing anything about the family’s private affairs,’ Michael assured him, already taking his first steps towards the sensuous Sheba.

‘Private affairs,’ mused Crispian. ‘That’s really rather a good way of putting it. By the way, Sheba’s a film star, or at least she stars in a certain kind of film, so you’ll find she’s used to quite a high standard of service!’

Sheba smiled at the footman. ‘Ignore Crispian,’ she said softly. ‘I like shy young men.’

‘Right,’ said Crispian. ‘How will the rest of you pair up?

‘Matthew can undress you, Tania; I’ll do Annabel and Luke can have Amanda. Though once the clothes are off we’ll change round, okay?’

Annabel felt a brief moment of disappointment, but she knew that waiting for Matthew would only make the first moment of contact all the sweeter. Anyway Crispian still had the ability to send the blood coursing through her veins.

He stood in front of her and ran his eyes over the silk dress. ‘I like this,’ he said slowly. ‘In fact, I like it a lot, but I prefer you naked.’ Annabel stared at him, her eyes unchanging. ‘Let me guess what you’re wearing underneath it,’ he mused, running one finger around the line of her jaw. ‘A strapless bra perhaps? A flesh-coloured body? No, I think the strapless bra. Let’s see if I’m right.’

Very slowly he peeled the straps of the dress off her shoulders, easing them down her arms until they reached her elbows. She went to draw her arms out but he stopped her. ‘No, you mustn’t move. That’s one of the rules. I see I was wrong,’ he added, his eyes now shining. ‘You didn’t bother with anything beneath it. How daring!’

He licked the middle finger of his right hand and slowly drew a circle around each of her exposed nipples. They sprang to life, the tips pink and hard in the cool air of the bedroom.

‘Shall I lick them?’ Crispian asked thoughtfully. ‘I’d like to, but I’m not sure that’s allowed at this stage. Would you like me to lick them, Annabel?’

She wanted to say no, to make it clear to him that she was in total control of her body. But to her surprise she found herself nodding and a tiny pleading sound issued from her mouth. Crispian moved his mouth lower but at the last minute he simply blew gently, causing the peaks to harden even more. ‘Better not, I think,’ he said reluctantly. ‘Plenty of time for that later.’

Annabel stood in the tiny alcove, her breasts jutting out proudly as Crispian dropped to his knees and slid his hands up the sides of her legs. Her arms were still fixed to her sides by the straps of her dress. When she felt his fingers teasing her flesh beneath the edge of her silk panties her whole body felt hot and feverish and there was an ache low in her abdomen.

Very carefully, he caught hold of the lace-edged sides and eased them down her legs. As he did so, his fingers brushed against the silk of her stockings, pausing halfway down to play lightly with the paper-thin skin at the backs of her knees.

Now she was quivering with arousal and her breasts started to swell, the veins gradually becoming more prominent as blood began to engorge the area. She lifted each leg in turn until the panties were removed.

Next he moved on to the stockings, which were held up by lace-covered elastic tops. He took great delight in rolling each stocking down as slowly as possible, and this time he allowed his fingers to splay across her pubic hair, teasing lightly at the curls but without anywhere near enough pressure to do more than increase her excitement with the intimacy of the caress.

‘Only the dress left,’ he said after that, straightening up to stare into Annabel’s eyes again. They were no longer impassive but bright with need, the pupils dilated. ‘You look delicious,’ he whispered, lifting each of her arms in turn and releasing them from their captivity. ‘What fun we’re going to have tonight.’

His words inflamed her as much as his actions. He drew the dress upwards over her head, and finally she was standing naked in front of him, her legs parted and her breasts thrusting forward. ‘Annabel’s ready!’ he called, and at his words the others in the room turned to stare at her as well.

Matthew, who had been busy removing the complex suit and shirt from Tania, looked at Annabel in her resplendent nakedness and felt himself growing hard with desire. He’d already been aroused by the sight of Tania’s breasts when they’d finally sprung free from the confines of the underwired bra she’d worn beneath her white shirt, but there was something about Annabel’s sensuality that appealed to him more.

Luke, who was still trying to remove Amanda’s tights, turned to look at Annabel and uttered an unmistakable sound of pleasure, while Amanda remained silent. Her rather heavy breasts were exposed now and the red marks of her bra still remained beneath them. Her dress lay in a heap around her feet and a strange, sick excitement was creeping over her as the tights were drawn down. Now, looking at Annabel standing so confidently, her almost perfect figure accentuated by the pose, Amanda felt uncomfortably aware of her own physical shortcomings.

Crispian, though, seemed pleased by what he saw.

‘Good tits, Amanda!’ he said enthusiastically. ‘Can’t wait to get round to those. What do you think, Matthew?’

Matthew glanced at the red-faced Amanda, and he smiled. ‘Most inviting,’ he agreed.

‘Can I touch or is it just the undressing at the moment?’ asked Luke.

‘No touching yet,’ reminded Crispian. ‘I’ve already had to restrain myself, despite Annabel begging me to suck her nipples.’

Sheba, who was as naked as Annabel, sighed. ‘Hurry up, all of you. Isn’t it about time you got undressed as well?’

‘Once you’ve completed your woman you can take your own clothes off,’ said Crispian. In front of Sheba, the young footman Michael began to fumble hastily with his clothes. He could hardly believe his luck and kept expecting to be sent out of the room before the action really began; it was the kind of trick he knew Tania was quite capable of playing on him.

Finally everyone was naked and the women were invited to gather together in the middle of the room. The men were all fully aroused, and Michael seemed to be having trouble controlling himself as drops of clear fluid spilled from the end of his glans.

‘Now for the first game,’ said Crispian with a half-smile. ‘Luke, you have to hold Annabel from behind while Matthew brings her to orgasm, and Michael here will hold Amanda for me while I do the same. We’ll tell each other what we’re doing as we do it, just to liven things up for those who aren’t taking part, and the winner is the last to climax. The loser will be punished, but I haven’t quite decided on the punishment yet; it rather depends on who the loser is, of course!’

‘How about a drink before we begin?’ suggested Tania. ‘You did remember to bring some up earlier, didn’t you, Crispian?’

‘Sure, there’s some Bellini in the bathroom. I hope you all like Bellini?’ he added as an afterthought.

‘What is it?’ asked Amanda, her voice tense.

‘Half champagne and half peach juice, you’ll love it. Actually, as you’re in the game I’ll give you yours, and perhaps a few nibbles as well!’ He laughed to himself. ‘Matthew, you can give Annabel hers too, the rest of you had better fill your glasses before the game begins.’

‘Why do the women have to be held?’ enquired Matthew, taking a sip of his drink while Annabel watched him.

‘In case it’s all a bit too much for them,’ explained Crispian. Annabel heard Tania laugh softly to herself. ‘Well, you know how it can be,’ he added. ‘Sometimes the pleasure’s almost too much and we don’t want them moving and spoiling it for themselves. Anyway, they might move to stop themselves coming, and that wouldn’t be fair. I do like my games to be fair.’

Annabel couldn’t imagine how she was going to make herself last any length of time at all. Even before they’d begun her whole body felt tight and swollen and her skin longed for the touch of Matthew’s hand.

She knew that Amanda would be far slower to arouse if only because she was totally unused to group sex and from her expression wasn’t yet certain that it was an experience that really appealed to her. However skilfully Crispian played her, her inhibitions would certainly delay her orgasm, but Annabel had the feeling that it would be better not to lose. She was acutely aware of the fact that any punishment Crispian devised would be a telling one.

‘Time to begin,’ announced Crispian, his voice breaking in on her thoughts. Luke caught hold of Annabel’s shoulders and then he drew her hands behind her back, holding her wrists together lightly with one hand while his free arm encircled her waist. He stood close to her; if she attempted to step backwards his body would prevent it, and this meant that she was totally exposed to Matthew’s undivided attention.

Michael copied Luke and all at once Annabel and Amanda found themselves side by side in the centre of the room. The others sat around on the bed or the floor watching intently as Crispian and Matthew set to work on the naked women waiting in tense anticipation before them.

Tania moved a small table between the two couples, and Annabel saw that there were various gadgets and lubricants arranged there to assist the men. Her breathing quickened as Matthew stood looking into her eyes.

‘So you wanted Crispian to lick your nipples,’ he said softly, his deep velvet voice seeming to the straining Annabel like a caress in itself. ‘Perhaps I’ll start by doing that. What do you think?’

She was silent, afraid that if she spoke, if she started to tell him what she wanted, then she’d lose her self-control even quicker. To the side of her she was aware that Crispian was talking to Amanda, but the words were indistinct; all her attention was focused on the man in front of her.

With agonising slowness he reached out and then, at last, his hand was actually touching her, his fingers lifting the undersides of each of her breasts in turn. He pressed them upwards, weighing them on the tips of his fingers before bending his head so that he could bathe the tight nipples with his tongue.

The moment she felt the moist roughness of his tongue’s surface moving across the sensitive skin around the nipple, Annabel heard herself give a low moan of pleasure, and then he was sweeping his tongue across the peak itself, going back and forth in leisurely movements that made her try to press forward for greater pressure. It was then that she remembered Luke’s presence, because his arm around her waist tightened its hold and she had to remain where she was and allow Matthew to dictate the exact pressure and strength of every movement. Her lack of control over events increased her excitement and between her legs she felt moist and swollen.

‘I think I’ll use the nipple clippers,’ Matthew said quietly, and Tania laughed with pleasure.

‘Perhaps I will, too,’ responded Crispian, who was fascinated by the heaviness of Amanda’s breasts and the length of her now erect nipples. ‘I don’t suppose Amanda’s ever experienced those before, have you, Amanda?’

Annabel wished the two men would stop talking, she just wanted Matthew to get on with what he was doing, but for the others in the room it added to the thrill and Tania’s right hand crept between her thighs as she gently massaged her own clitoris.

Matthew picked up two pairs of nipple clippers from the table and pressed the length of them against Annabel’s stomach so that she could feel their size. They were as long as normal kitchen scissors but made of plastic and when the handles were pressed together the opposite end opened up with two small insets in which the nipple could be encased.

Annabel felt them against her, and then they were being applied to her breasts and her rigid nipples slid into the openings easily. Matthew then allowed the clippers to close and she felt a tightness around the base of the nipples, a tightness which made them ache in a way that was new and strangely pleasurable.

Once both her nipples were encased Matthew tugged softly on the clippers, extending the nipples as far as they would go, and Annabel gave a muffled gasp of mingled excitement and fear as she felt her breasts being moved by the highly sensitive tips of the nipples.

‘Lovely!’ exclaimed Matthew, slowly easing the clippers back towards her body. Once they were in their original position he moved the clippers to the sides and again Annabel’s breasts moved as the nipples sent flashing sensations of excitement to her brain.

‘Do you like it?’ whispered Matthew. ‘Does it feel good?’

‘Yes,’ responded Annabel, her hips squirming despite Luke’s attempts to keep her still.

He continued to use the clippers, occasionally releasing the nipples for a few seconds to allow her a moment’s respite from the intense sensations. Then he would begin again until she heard herself whimpering with increasing need for something different, a more intimate touch than the cool plastic.

As she whimpered she heard Amanda start to protest. Her heavy breasts with the very long nipples were providing entertainment for the onlookers, but her body was fighting against the pleasure that could be gained from the delicious torment. Instead she was trying desperately to forget that the room was full of people and to concentrate on the fact that it was Crispian who was using her and so clearly enjoying her body.

‘Enough of that for me, I think,’ said Matthew at last, and Annabel’s nipples were released. He drew the red, swollen little buds into his mouth and sucked hard on each of them in turn. This time she felt the tight stirrings of desire between her thighs spread upwards towards her breasts and a slight flush began to cover her upper body.

Matthew’s strong hands moved to her stomach and he rested one on each side of her waist so that he could knead her abdominal muscles with his thumbs. He pressed hard at first and then very lightly, until it felt as though every muscle in her belly was squirming and wriggling with excitement; her upper thighs trembled violently.

‘Where do you want me to touch you now?’ he asked.

Annabel didn’t answer, she didn’t want the others to hear, but instead she moved her hips slightly forward until Luke caught hold of them and forced her to be still.

‘On your hips?’ queried Matthew, deliberately misunderstanding her, and she could have groaned with disappointment as he picked up a tiny paintbrush. He proceeded to use it to draw tiny circles over the incredibly sensitive skin of her hips until her lower body was jerking and shaking as the spirals of electricity shot through her.

Annabel could feel a climax building deep inside her. The muscles of her belly were twitching and her heart was racing as her excitement increased. Matthew was well aware of her approaching orgasm. Her inner sex-lips were flushed a deep shade of pink, while on her breasts the area around the nipples had darkened and blue veins stood out prominently.

Next to them, Amanda too was becoming aroused. Matthew could hear her quickened breathing, and when he glanced across he saw that, like him, Crispian was using a tiny brush. However, Crispian was using it along the creases of Amanda’s thighs and her legs were shaking violently at the delicious sensations he was arousing.

‘You mustn’t come yet,’ Matthew whispered to Annabel. ‘You don’t want Amanda to be the winner, do you?’ Annabel shook her head, but she had no idea how she was going to contain herself if his expert attentions continued for much longer.

‘Perhaps the hair dryer,’ he said thoughtfully, and as Luke kept Annabel quite still, Matthew picked up a small travelling hair dryer. Once Tania had plugged it in for him he proceeded to play a gentle stream of warm air over Annabel’s body.

He started with the breasts, directing it over the whole area before concentrating on the nipples. He then moved it down over her straining stomach until she could feel it against her pubic hair.

The sensation was delicious, a soft warm caress that both soothed and aroused until the dreaded tingling pulse that preceded her orgasm began to make itself felt behind her clitoris. Now Matthew parted her legs wider and then the warm air was blowing onto the clitoris itself. But before she could fully appreciate the feeling, he’d changed the setting to cold and suddenly the highly sensitive bud was covered by a chill breeze. The abrupt contrast in temperature brought the clitoris erect, and when Matthew inserted a finger into Annabel’s sex he could feel her tight moistness close around it. Very gently he moved his finger in and out until she was gasping with pleasure, every muscle rigid with tension and every nerve ending straining for release. Still she struggled to subdue the sensations as next to her Amanda also drew near the point of no return.

For Amanda the whole experience was overwhelming. Not only was Crispian doing the most thrilling things to her body, she was also astonished to find that once she was over the initial shyness her excitement was actually increased by the fact that she was being watched. Every time she gasped or her hips bucked, Tania would utter a tiny sound that added to Amanda’s delight, because she knew that it meant Tania was jealous.

By the time Crispian had used the nipple clippers and his tongue and fingers on her, as well as the diabolically clever little brush, she felt as though her body was ready to burst. But like Annabel she didn’t want to lose the contest and for the first time in her life she tried to damp down her responses.

Aware of what she was doing, Crispian took a tube of clear lubricant from the table and spread it between her thighs, massaging it into every tiny crevice and working it around the base of her clitoris until the sensitive nub withdrew beneath its protective hood as the intense pleasure grew too great.

With a smile, he placed a hand on the top of her pubic hair and pushed the skin upwards, drawing the hood away until Amanda’s clitoris was once more exposed. As soon as it reappeared he deftly slipped one of the clitoral rings that Annabel had found so satisfying over it and then stood up to look into her eyes.

‘Do you know what I’m going to do next, Amanda?’ he whispered, and she shook her head, her whole body aching with the need for release while her mind fought frantically to oppose her body’s needs. ‘I’m going to use the brush on your clitoris; use it very softly, brushing round and round over the top until I drive you out of your mind with pleasure.’

Amanda whimpered at his words, longing for the touch of the brush even though she knew it would be fatal because then her orgasm would tear through her and she would be helpless to control it. ‘First, though, it’s time you had some Bellini,’ he said softly, and at a signal from Crispian Michael started to pour some of the ice-cold liquid down over her shoulders. It streamed across her breasts and belly, running in random trickles along her nerve endings so that she found herself wriggling and shuddering and her orgasm grew even closer.

Crispian’s questing hand between her thighs found her soaking wet and the clitoris, pushed up by the ring, was very moist with the combination of her own excitement and the lubricant he’d applied. For a few seconds he licked at the champagne drink, trailing his tongue over her rib cage and into her belly button, but then he crouched down and very slowly, just as he’d told her, he began to draw the paintbrush over the tight mass of throbbing tissue.

Annabel, who was now enduring the cool air from the hair dryer on her breasts and across her collarbone, was aware of Amanda’s whimpers and then heard her crying, ‘Yes! Oh, yes!’ Knowing that the other girl was so close to release heightened Annabel’s own excitement and she felt her stomach muscles bunching as the insistent drumming increased between her thighs.

Matthew couldn’t wait any longer to see her climax. He no longer cared if she won or lost, all he wanted was to see her body quaking and shuddering in the throes of bliss. Abandoning the hair dryer he knelt down on the floor and began to lick around the entrance to her opening, his tongue spreading her milky secretions up towards her clitoris. At the same time he reached behind her and pressed the cheeks of her bottom closely together and slightly forward, tilting her upwards against his tongue and putting delicate pressure on her anus.

Annabel knew that the moment his questing tongue reached her clitoris she would explode and the sexual tension grew so intense that every part of her began to shake in anticipation. Suddenly the others in the room gathered around the two couples, moving in closer to watch the final moments.

‘Annabel’s going to come first,’ said Sheba, watching the way that Annabel’s body was trembling. ‘You’re very near, aren’t you, Annabel?’

‘So’s Amanda,’ remarked Tania. ‘I’m surprised at you, Amanda. I’d have expected you to have more shame but it seems you’re quite an extrovert. Don’t you love those clitoral rings, Sheba?’ she added, looking at the way Amanda’s nub was swollen and trapped as the brush approached it.

Amanda’s breathing was fast and audible now, her mouth open and her cheeks flushed while Annabel’s eyes were closed and her head thrown back, the tendons of her neck rigid as the final moment of ecstasy approached.

Matthew’s hands pressed the cheeks of Annabel’s pert little bottom tightly together and his tongue at last circled her clitoris. For a moment it touched it like a feather, but then as the red-hot sensations lanced through her he changed the tempo and began to flick at the tender tip, in a rapid rhythm that ended all hope she’d ever had of controlling her final moment of bliss.

Just as her body responded, just as the straining, despairing tissue finally gave itself over to the shattering moment of climax, Crispian tenderly drew the paintbrush around the stem of Amanda’s trapped clitoris, spreading the cool lubricant as it went, and with an ear-splitting scream her body went into a series of violent spasms as her climax tore through her.

Annabel was only seconds behind, but her relief at having won meant that she was able to obtain maximum pleasure from the moment as the heavy pulse seemed to explode deep within her pelvis and a warm rushing sensation of glowing heat suffused every inch of her body. Every muscle went rigid for a few brief seconds before she too was writhing and shuddering in Luke’s grip.

Matthew, his penis tight and aching with desire, watched her climax, and when her lips parted in a tiny mewing cry of joy he poured some of the Bellini into her mouth. As it spilled over her chin and down her chest, he pulled her out of Luke’s hands and held her close to him so that he could drink it from her even as she orgasmed.

At last both the women were still. The heavy, erotically charged silence in the room was broken, finally, by Luke. ‘Which one of them came first?’ he asked, his own excitement evident in his husky voice.

‘Amanda did,’ Tania said with a slow smile.

Amanda opened her eyes and stared at Crispian with an expression that was almost fearful. ‘Does that mean I get punished?’ she whispered.

‘Afraid so. Don’t worry, it won’t be too awful. You did very well,’ he added, pressing his hand upwards between her thighs again and noting the way her body gave a final shudder. ‘You’ll just be tied up to the bedpost while you watch me with Tania and Luke with Sheba.’

‘Why do I have to be tied up?’ she asked in bewilderment.

‘In case any of the others want to use you while we’re busy,’ he explained casually. ‘They can use you in any way you like. You’ll be a sort of sex slave for the next session.’

‘I don’t want to be a sex slave,’ she protested.

‘Okay, you can leave then. Hurry up and get dressed. The rest of us are in a hurry.’

Amanda’s eyes were huge in her face. ‘I don’t want to leave either!’

‘Well, you have to do one or the other. Which is it to be?’

‘I’ll be a sex slave,’ she said in a low voice.

‘That should be interesting,’ remarked Matthew as he helped Annabel over to sit on the bed. ‘Lucky for you she lost, don’t you think?’

All at once everyone in the room became very busy, with the exception of Amanda, who stood passively at the foot of the bed waiting to see what happened. Tania handed a thin muslin nightshirt to Matthew, who pulled Amanda’s arms above her head and slipped on the shift. He and Annabel then led their temporary slave into the bathroom where Matthew ordered her into the copper bath. She stood uncertainly in it as he attached a shower head to the taps before indicating to Amanda that she should kneel.

Annabel found the sight of the other girl obeying so meekly highly erotic, and reaching out she pressed on Amanda’s shoulders until she was in the right position. Matthew then let cold water from the shower head spray over the short muslin shift and Amanda gasped with shock as icy needles stung her skin. ‘Now step out,’ he said curtly. ‘Annabel, give her a hand, she looks a little wobbly!’

Once Amanda was standing on the crimson rug that covered the floor by the bath Annabel realised that the muslin shift was now totally transparent, and due to the cold water Amanda’s full breasts were pushing outwards, the nipples elongated and hard. She tweaked them casually, and heard Amanda’s sharp intake of breath.

Matthew laughed. ‘Try and restrain yourself, Annabel, there’s plenty of time for all that once the others get going. Bring Amanda back into the bedroom, we’ll fasten her to the bedpost.’

Annabel worked swiftly and eagerly. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to start arousing the girl herself. She wanted to hear Amanda climax again, climax as she had done earlier when Crispian was working on her.

Once Amanda was securely tethered, Crispian and Tania walked into the centre of the room and stood just in front of her, followed by Luke and Sheba.

Despite her initial fear, Amanda was becoming excited. Her body was starting to warm up again, and the clinging muslin was like a continuous caress against her skin, making her wriggle within her constraints. ‘Stand still,’ said Matthew sharply, noticing what was happening. ‘You’re here for our pleasure, not your own.’ Amanda immediately stopped moving, and then stared at the two couples in front of her as they began to make love.

Annabel watched closely while Crispian ran his hands all over his stepsister’s body, moulding them to her curves and letting his fingers trail delicately into every hollow. Tania closed her eyes and let the feelings wash over her. At the same time Luke was working on Sheba, but in a very different way. He covered her entire body in a jellylike lubricant which he then proceeded to spread between her thighs, dipping his fingers into her entrance and working it in there with extra care while Sheba squirmed and quivered with rising desire.

Once he was satisfied with what he’d done, Luke produced a pair of soft studded latex balls joined together by a piece of cord, and leading Sheba over to the bed he got her to lie across it width-ways with her legs outspread and feet just touching the floor so that he could insert them into her vagina while Amanda watched.

Sheba gave a soft groan of pleasure as they were inserted and her hips lifted off the bed, twisting slightly to increase the sensations that the studs produced if the pelvis was moved. When they were both inside her, Luke pressed the palm of his hand heavily upwards against Sheba’s vulva and this pressure against the encased balls caused a tiny orgasmic ripple to travel through the coffee-skinned girl’s long body.

When Sheba stood up she looked directly at Annabel, and Annabel could almost feel the stimulating pressure between her own thighs. She longed for Matthew to do something similar to her, but then remembered that it was Amanda they were to use for their pleasure this time. She glanced at him. ‘Do you think Amanda would like that?’

‘No, I wouldn’t!’ protested Amanda, but her voice was uncertain. Her breasts and belly were clearly visible through the clinging muslin and there was no doubting her excitement.

Matthew bent casually down and drew one of her nipples into his mouth through the material. Once it was between his teeth he nipped softly at it until he felt it swell even more and then he expelled his breath so that the nipple and surrounding area were covered in a steady stream of warm air. Amanda moaned and tried to move from side to side so that her aching breasts could receive further stimulation, but she was too tightly bound to move sufficiently and she gave a tiny protest, quickly subdued.

‘Yes, I think she’d like it,’ Matthew said firmly.

Annabel collected another pair of soft studded balls and then sat down and spread Amanda’s legs apart. Very slowly she let her hand creep up the girl’s legs until she touched the soft curls of her pubic hair. She was amazed at how heightened her own sexuality had become. If anyone had told her before she came to Leyton Hall that she’d find pleasure in scenes like this she wouldn’t have believed them. But now she seemed to have been taken over by a side of her that she’d never known existed and the pressure within her own body grew as Amanda’s breath caught in her throat at the touch of the slim, questing fingers.

‘Does she need additional lubrication?’ asked Matthew.

Annabel slid her finger along Amanda’s inner channel, feeling the way the tethered girl jerked and almost spasmed at the tender caress. ‘A little,’ she said with a laugh. ‘Although I must say she’s doing quite well on her own.’

Now it was Matthew’s turn to crouch down in front of their slave, and he smoothed a generous amount of lubricating gel around the entrance to Amanda’s sex before pressing the balls inside her with one hand while the other worked with almost cruel lightness around her straining clitoris. For a few brief tantalising seconds Amanda was poised on the edge of an orgasm.

‘She nearly came then!’ he commented as he inserted the second ball and straightened up. ‘Better luck next time, Amanda!’

There were tears of frustration in Amanda’s eyes but Annabel and Matthew ignored them. She was theirs to enjoy, and their pleasure was growing with every passing second. Idly Annabel stroked the round breasts, while Matthew ran his hands intermittently over the quivering belly, but at no time did they allow Amanda total satisfaction.

The other two couples were now moving towards each other, both the women breathing swiftly, and there was a sheen of perspiration on Tania’s shoulders and breasts. Annabel watched closely as the two women moved slowly and gracefully towards each other, almost as though they were taking part in some kind of erotic dance. When they met they wrapped their arms around each other in an embrace that ended when their entire bodies were touching. Tania then stepped onto a footstool so that she and Sheba were the same height.

The two women rubbed their breasts together sensuously, rotating their upper bodies so that their nipples were directly stimulated. Annabel’s own breathing quickened at the sight of the pale cream of Tania’s skin against the darker tones of Sheba’s, and then she stared as Crispian and Luke went to the table before positioning themselves behind the women. They then proceeded to fondle their buttocks.

‘Hurry! Hurry!’ Tania urged Crispian, her voice high with excitement, but Crispian took his time. He lifted each of the rounded bottom cheeks in turn and then squeezed them closely together before moving the taut flesh in a circular motion.

At this point Luke and Crispian started to work as one. Clearly each knew exactly what the other was going to do because not a word was spoken and the only sound was the women’s rapid breathing, and tiny whimpers from the tethered Amanda, who found herself aroused beyond belief by the scene.

Very gently, almost tenderly, each of the men brushed a finger across the entrance to the women’s rear openings, and then Michael handed them large butt plugs, the ends covered in lubricating gel. Tania and Sheba tensed in anticipation, their bodies suddenly still as they waited for the delicious sensations to begin. Moving with incredible slowness the two men eased the wide heads into the sensitive second openings, stretching the flesh so that it would be easier for them to penetrate there themselves later on.

As the plugs were inserted and carefully rotated, Sheba and Tania began to move their breasts more rapidly against each other. Sheba’s legs shifted forward so that their hip bones also met and as they writhed their pubic bones touched. Annabel could well imagine the delicious sensations that must be shooting through them.

Matthew’s erection was huge. He looked at Amanda, trembling in her captivity. ‘I think we should help bring Amanda to a climax now, Annabel,’ he said softly.

Annabel really wanted a climax herself. She felt as though she’d burst if her body wasn’t given some kind of release from the incredible tension it was experiencing, but this was the game and she knew that she had to play it the way she’d been told.

Reluctantly she nodded and helped Matthew loosen Amanda’s bonds. Once she was in position Michael brought a third anal butt plug over to Matthew and for the first time Amanda made a sound of protest.

‘Don’t be silly,’ said Matthew. ‘Look how much the other two are enjoying it.’

‘But I’ve never …’

‘All the more reason to experiment,’ said Matthew, and then he was parting the cheeks of her bottom and with a swift turn of the wrist inserted the lubricated end inside her rectum.

Amanda gave an initial gasp at the extraordinary sensation of fullness that it caused, but as he carefully moved it from side to side and the inner walls of her back passage were stimulated she was flooded by intense, piercing darts of pleasure that were totally new to her, and she started to thrust her hips forward just as Tania and Sheba were thrusting.

‘Stand in front of her, Annabel,’ said Matthew, his voice deep and thick with desire. ‘I want you to do the same as the other two, but we’ll leave Amanda clothed.’

‘No, I want to feel her skin against mine,’ protested Amanda.

‘And I want Annabel to feel the roughness of the muslin,’ said Matthew. ‘Remember, this is for our amusement, not yours. You lost the competition earlier, which is why the choice is ours.’

At last Annabel realised that her clamouring flesh was about to receive some kind of direct stimulation and she quickly moved so that her naked breasts were pressed against the muslin that encased Amanda’s orbs. The slightly rough feel of the muslin was wonderfully arousing and when Matthew increased the pressure against the anal plug Amanda’s pubic bone came into contact with Annabel’s. Annabel squirmed and writhed against her, moving herself up and down so that she could feel the glorious indirect stimulation of her throbbing clitoris.

In the middle of the room the other couples were moving on to the final stage of their lovemaking. The anal plugs were carefully withdrawn and then the men drew protective sheaths over their erections before plunging into the now stretched and accommodating tightness of Tania and Sheba’s rectums.

Tania gave a scream of excitement, bucking violently as Crispian moved hard and fast against the delicate tissue that was enclosed so snugly about him, but Sheba reacted more slowly and Luke had to work at a different pace until at last she too started to moan with ecstasy as her orgasm approached.

‘You mustn’t come before they do, Amanda,’ Matthew warned her as he removed the anal plug and prepared himself. Amanda bit on her bottom lip, wondering how she could control herself when every inch of her felt so tight and needy.

‘Or before me,’ added Annabel cruelly, and Matthew smiled, knowing full well that it would be impossible for Amanda, who would be receiving double stimulation, to come after Annabel.

‘What if I do?’ wailed the hapless girl.

‘You’ll be punished again,’ said Annabel, still rubbing herself against Amanda and feeling the hot, lava-like sensation beginning to spread through her pelvic area.

‘Right, Amanda, I’m going to enter you now,’ whispered Matthew, and very slowly he inserted the end of his penis inside her secret opening, pausing after a moment to allow her time to get used to the sensation. Amanda lurched forward, certain she couldn’t take the thickness of him inside her, but the front of her lower body merely rubbed more fiercely against Annabel.

The sound of Tania’s screams of excitement and Sheba’s low groans of desire were like an aphrodisiac for Annabel, who twisted and turned this way and that until every inch of her that could be stimulated by Amanda was, and at last the tingling heat started to draw in on itself to a bitter-sweet centre that she knew would soon explode into a shattering orgasm.

Behind her, Tania was the first to climax and her shouts of excitement made Amanda’s body throb while Matthew worked steadily, his hips now thrusting in a harder, faster rhythm as her body grew used to this new intrusion.

‘Yes!’ shouted Sheba as she climaxed. Suddenly the sensations caused by Annabel’s body rushed to join the dark bitter-sweet pleasure that Matthew’s movements were producing in her and Amanda felt her entire body grow rigid as her orgasm approached.

‘Not yet!’ warned Matthew, but he knew that his words would only make it worse for Amanda and smiled to himself as she shook and gasped in her efforts to cling on to the last remnants of control.

Annabel’s climax was close now as well, and she arched back from Amanda slightly so that their breasts were no longer touching, but the stimulation of their pubic areas increased, enabling Annabel to trigger the moment of final, blissful release.

Once again, poor Amanda was just ahead of her and with a cry of despair her body was torn by a series of violent spasms that toppled Annabel over the edge so that she too was crying out with delirious excitement as the almost unbearable pressure was finally released in a wrenching explosion of white light.

Matthew withdrew from the shuddering Amanda, rolled a new condom onto his still erect penis and, without a word, picked Annabel up in his arms, threw her on the bed and within seconds was inside her, thrusting fiercely and hungrily so that the dying embers of her first orgasm were rekindled. As the others watched, her hands clutched fiercely at Matthew’s shoulders, the nails leaving long scratches against his skin as she once more found herself shuddering with ecstasy as a second powerful orgasm swept over her.

‘I said it would be a good party, didn’t I!’ the watching Crispian commented with satisfaction, as he tugged on the cord between Amanda’s thighs and pulled out the latex balls.

Her moan of ecstatic pleasure told him that even for her it had been a night to remember.