Carcasonne Ch. 01

I smiled. Yes, I am glad to be well-endowed, though sometimes, especially with young maidens, it can be something of a curse. Most women I have met can wrap both hands around it, end to end, and leave the head still exposed. Moreover, their fingers barely meet, giving me the benefits of both length and girth. Once used to it, most women find it an organ of great pleasure. Some struggle to accommodate it, particularly when I use the rear entrance, but I am always careful and gentle in the way I employ it. My dearest Mae Ling shed a few tears the first few times before I understood the need to take greater care and patience. She soon learned to love my staff, and welcomed it wherever and whenever I wanted to insert it. I learned so much from her, and miss her so terribly.

But now I had two fair ladies on which to test my mettle. I took each of them by the hand, then placed those hands onto my member. I felt the delicious thrill of a womanly touch as the two ladies at first gingerly and then more robustly touched and then embraced my hard rod. Eleanor began slowly to stroke up and down. "You are right, ma petite. The monsieur is certainly large. And I have never before seen one shaven like this – it makes it perhaps both prettier and more intimidating. But he says he will not hurt us, so I presume he knows how to use this impressive organ?" She looked at me quizzically, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely, my dears. Let me suggest something. Marie, why don't you take a seat for a little while and simply observe? Your maman and I will explore each other while you pay careful attention to what she does, as I may ask you to practice the same techniques yourself. Madame Eleanor – are you willing?"

"I am, monsieur. Marie, do as Monsieur Carlos says, and pay careful attention. I will seek to pleasure the monsieur as he wishes, and you may learn a little and be better prepared for him."

"Madame", I said, "I would only say that I would hope our pleasure will be mutual. But ladies, could I ask that, as a means of introduction, you both apply your pretty mouths to my staff and balls? I would enjoy that greatly, and I would then like to reciprocate."

The women looked at each other, perhaps a little surprised, then dropped to their knees. Eleanor held the head of my cock and ran her tongue up over the shaven balls, along the shaft, and then teased beneath the tip. "Oh, bravo, madame!" I breathed as the sensations tingled through my body.

Eleanor repeated the exercise, then gently guided Marie's face down to try it herself. "Don't be afraid, ma petite. The gentleman tastes and smells sweet. Just try to follow the lead of your maman."

The ladies then took it in turn to sweep my rod and balls with their wet tongues. Eleanor instinctively seemed to gauge the correct pressure and wetness. Marie was a little too soft and tentative, but after a few attempts began to get the rhythm. I could stand this tantalising approach for only so long. Soon I had my hands buried in their hair, matching the to-ing and fro-ing of their heads as they alternated. Then, when it started to become more than I could bear, I pressed both their faces to my member, on either side, and guided them to share the feast, balls to tip and back, kissing each other across my hot rod.

Then with some guidance from my hands and a twist of my hips, I steered my slick penis into Eleanor's mouth. She gave a little stifled cry, but dutifully opened wide to accommodate first my tip, and then gradually the deeper thrusts of my shaft. Marie, meanwhile, I steered to lick my balls. The combined effect was driving me wild.

I confess that Eleanor's technique was surprisingly adept. When I briefly manipulated their heads to give Eleanor some respite and sample Marie's dainty lips and tongue, it was clear that not only was the girl inexperienced in this technique, but also rather frightened of it. Whilst her maman understood that the contact of lips and tongue are what a man craves, poor Marie seemed unable to remove her teeth from the procedure, and I was forced to withdraw with a sharp cry of discomfort. To my surprise, Eleanor immediately took the young girl's place, not only engulfing me once more in soft wetness, but taking up the rhythm herself, and of her own volition taking me deeper. My surprise as over half of my not inconsiderable meat disappeared into her delicious mouth broke my concentration, and as she bobbed her head assiduously up and down my shaft, I lost control, firing the first of my juices into her throat.

Eleanor seemed unsurprised, and remained at her post until the final spasm. I know of few better sensations for a man than spending his seed in a hot, wet hole, and a skilled woman's mouth, with the benefit of a tongue, is probably the most luxurious such orifice I can think of. As my climax finally subsided, I glanced down. Eleanor retained my softening shaft between her lips, while Marie looked on wide-eyed and speechless. Finally, I was allowed to withdraw, and I helped my skilled oral gymnast to her feet. A small dribble of semen escaped the corner of her mouth, her face was flushed and there were tear-streaks down her cheeks – not through sorrow, I later understood, but from watering eyes as a result of her exertions.

To their joint surprise, I kissed Eleanor passionately on the lips, tasting my own juices as I did so. "Thank you, madame. That was an act of extreme tenderness, and you performed it with consummate skill." I drew her to me, sliding my hand down her back and between her legs. Somewhat to my surprise I discovered that she was wet – very wet indeed. She smiled coyly but said nothing. I called Marie to me and told her she had also done well, and to mark the lessons of her maman – open wide, relax her jaw, keep her lips and tongue in play but not her teeth. She nodded, perhaps a little overawed, and I kissed her, lifting my hand into her slit at the front. She cried out as my finger slid effortlessly between her silky lips into the wet crevice below. So it seemed that Eleanor's oral performance had excited them both. Good!

I moved to the dresser and poured us all some wine. Unsurprisingly, Eleanor gulped hers and I refilled her glass. After a few moments, I led them both to the bed and laid them down on either side of me. I then got onto my knees and began to caress them, running a hand over each of their bodies, moving my mouth back and forth, to mouths, necks, the insides of elbows, breasts, navels, thighs, and then finally onto their quims. I used the fingers of one hand to caress and stimulate Maria's cleft, sliding one finger (all I could insert) into her tight little hole and using my thumb to tease her little love button. Meanwhile, I slid two fingers into Eleanor's quim and dipped my tongue into the front of her slit.

I pride myself on my dexterity and ability to do several things at once, but even I was pleased with the result. Within just a few minutes, Marie was virtually screaming in uncontrolled rapture, and the pulsing in her tight little vagina almost broke my finger! To our mutual surprise, a jet of warm fluid gushed from her slit, spraying the sheets and my arm.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was writhing and moaning almost as loudly as her foster-daughter. Once Marie's climax had subsided, I withdrew my finger with some difficulty from the young girl's sweet cunt and shifted position on the bed. I slid my now-free hand under Eleanor's rounded bottom, slipping a finger between her firm cheeks into a cleft already moist with her copious juices. I probed, teased and finally invaded the tight puckered hole with my finger. She gave a little squeal, but I contrived to increase the friction on her love-spot with my tongue whilst using both hands to push deep into both her holes. Moments later, she gripped my head between her thighs and began spasm after spasm of violent contractions as her hips bucked. I clung on tightly, bracing myself against her gyrations whilst continuing to invade her contracting orifices with my fingers.

I would say that Eleanor's climax lasted perhaps a whole minute. By the time she flopped back, limp, onto the bed, my hands, tongue and neck were definitely feeling the strain, and I rose up and then collapsed between the two women onto the mattress.

"Monsieur Carlos – what – what did you do to me?" Marie seemed amazed and a little frightened. "I felt as though my body was struck by lightning, everything inside me pulsing and throbbing, and the pleasure – unbelievable. But – but then I sort of – had a pee-pee. It didn't feel like a pee-pee, but – it just gushed out!"

"Marie, my child, you experienced a climax. From your reaction, it would seem to have been your first. And for you it was clearly very strong. What you squirted over me and the bed was not urine, but the delicious juices of your quim. Look!" I licked my arm, tasting the slight salt-spice of a girl's love-fluids. "Every woman tastes different. You ladies are both delicious, but you can see why I am so fastidious about cleanliness. And you, Eleanor – was it good for you."

"Don Carlos, I believe you know the answer to that. And whilst that was not my first climax, I have had precious few, and none for some years except those I give myself."

"Maman!" Marie looked shocked at her foster-mother's admission to masturbation.

"Marie, you will soon realise that a woman needs her pleasures as much as a man. Since my husband died I've had precious few offers of sexual release, and most of them from men I would not touch. You, my dear, will find yourself a rich husband who can provide for you in every way. Old widows must make their own pleasures as they can."

"My dear Eleanor, you are not old. You are mature – delightfully so, like a fine wine. I for one am consumed with desire for you, and I'm delighted that you enjoyed my ministrations. Now, let us drink a little more of your excellent wine before we decide what to do next."