Langley Circle Beginning Ch. 24

Bella stood in the dark with her back against the door, breathing hard, trying to bring her heart rate down.

"Hello. Is someone there?" The voice came out of the darkness, startling her, sending her heart rate right back up again.

After her initial shock, she relaxed, grinning as she padded softly towards the bed, being careful to avoid the moonlight streaming in through the crack in the curtains. She carefully lifted the covers, and then jumped into the bed, throwing an arm over Trudy, who was cowering there.

"Jesus! Fuck! Bella, you nearly gave me a sodding heart attack."

"Hi, Mrs. Dickinson," Bella said with a giggle, snuggling up to the curvy woman. She slid her hand over Trudy's flat stomach, fingers brushing the underside of her enormous breasts. "Ooh, are you naked under here?"

"Well, I didn't have anything to wear. Are you complaining?" She wriggled and began to giggle. "Oi, that tickles."

"No complaints here ma'am," Bella said as her fingers flitted over Trudy's breasts. She looked up into the attractive face of the older woman just as Trudy lunged forward, pressing her lips hungrily to Bella's.

"You little minx," Trudy hissed. "I've been dying to get my hands on you all day."

Excitement exploded in Bella's tummy as Trudy shifted her weight and rolled over, pinning her to the bed. She struggled, but was trapped by Trudy's body, her massive tits squashing down onto her own ample chest. A tongue dashed into her mouth and she gasped, sighing in pleasure as for a moment she felt totally out of control, a rare feeling for her.

"Mrs. Dickinson!" Bella was breathing hard. "I do declare you are being terribly forward." She saw a glimmer of doubt form in Trudy's eyes, and grinned. She pressed her advantage and broke free, rolling Trudy onto her back and lying atop her. Instantly the woman's legs parted, and Bella slipped one of her own in between them, the pressure of Trudy's body sending heat to her sex. She rose up, peering down at Trudy, who stared back at her wide-eyed and open mouthed, her warm breath puffing up against Bella's neck. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation.

She ground her hips and dived down, her mouth seeking out the warm wet lips of the sexy woman. Arms came up around her, holding her tight, and a fire of passion ignited within.

She hesitated, Trudy's bottom lip sucked between her own, and then sagged onto the woman, resting her face on her breasts, sighing in frustration. She blew a soft raspberry on one breast and then rolled off.

"I guess we shouldn't be doing this," Trudy whispered.

"Probably not," Bella said with a sigh. "Not without Nicky and Josh; but Damn woman, you are so sexy." Her fingers trailed over one large breast and danced around the hard nipple. A shiver of excitement ran down her spine, and she couldn't resist. She snaked out her tongue and flicked it across the flat top of the rubbery bud. Trudy gasped above her, a hand gliding down over Bella's back, stroking the bare flesh of her bottom beneath the hem of her nightshirt. She swirled her tongue in tight circles around the areola, tickling at the puckered skin before gently sucking the nipple into her mouth. Her face was suddenly full of warm soft breast, and she had a primal urge to suck like a hungry baby. Her pussy moistened instantly as she puffed warm air from her nose while she suckled.

"Mmm Bella honey, that's nice. So god damn nice, but--"

Bella lifted her head sadly. "I know; I have to go," She said. "If I don't, then I'll lose myself in you, and we need to wait." She brushed her lips over the nipple one last time and moaned. "Fuck, I want you so bad."

"Jesus Bella, how do you do it? You are just so open, and vulnerable, yet strong and confident at the same time. It's so adorable and making me wet with desire. If not now, when?"

A warm fuzzy feeling shot through Bella and she grinned a big cheesy smile. "Soon. Very soon I hope. But for now, I must go." She began to slide from the bed, but strong arms held her, pulling her back. She resisted briefly, but her resolve was weak. She fell into the embrace, her lips mashing against Trudy's for another passionate kiss.

After a few moments, she gritted her teeth, wriggled from the bed and started for the door. "Soon, I promise."

...Our view recedes out of the room and back along the hallway, passing through the window once more. As we watch, it is apparent that we have backtracked through not only the physical space, but also a short way in time; we find ourselves watching the woman in the man's shirt standing in the middle of the hallway moments after the petite woman with blonde pigtails has entered the guest bedroom.

The woman in the man's shirt frowns and cocks her head; seemingly trying to pinpoint a sound. She turns towards us and walks very slowly along the plush carpet, stopping when she reaches the Bathroom door. She presses her ear to the wood, then opens it and peers in. After a moment, she closes it again and stands hand on hip, one finger tapping her lip thoughtfully. She shrugs and tiptoes to the master bedroom. Opening the door carefully she then straightens up, abandoning all attempts at stealth. She looks into the room with interest, her eyebrows arching, one hand moving slowly and distractedly down over her ample chest. After a moment, she smiles and steps into the room.

A heartbeat later, the door to the second bedroom opens, and a young man wearing only boxer shorts steps cautiously into the hallway. He tiptoes towards us, but upon hearing the door to the guest bedroom opening, dashes quickly into the bathroom, the tent in the front of his boxers bouncing comically. At the sound of the bathroom door closing, the petite woman with blonde pigtails, who had been about to step into the hall, panics and retreats back into the guest bedroom. The door to the second bedroom opens again and an athletic young woman steps out, trotting across the hall to tap gently on the bathroom door. She presses her face closer and whispers something, but as the door to the guest bedroom cracks open yet again, the athletic woman startles and darts towards us, slipping into the master bedroom just as the petite woman with blonde pigtails puts one foot into the hall. The bathroom door opens and the young man pokes his head out looking towards us, squinting into the darkness. The petite woman with blonde pigtails scowls and pulls back into the guest bedroom, closing the door just as the young man turns in her direction; seeing nothing though, he returns to the bathroom and shuts the door.

The hallway falls silent for almost a full minute, until finally the petite woman with blonde pigtails steps out into the hall. She pauses, checking that all is quiet, and then tiptoes towards the second bedroom. She quietly opens the door and peers inside; she stares into the room, her lips moving as she softly calls out. Getting no response, she straightens up and turns to face us, scratching her head in puzzlement.

Our view glides in through the window and slowly draws closer to the woman; however, before we reach her, the view spins to the right and passes through the closed door into the master bedroom...

Beth jerked her head around at the sound of the door, but smiled as she saw Nicky tiptoeing in. She raised a finger to her lips, pointing at the bed where Megan and Dean were utterly absorbed in pleasuring each other. Nicky's face filled with colour as she took in the scene; she seemed unable to tear her eyes away as she moved closer to Beth.

"Um, just borrowing your bathroom," she whispered, and slowly shuffled towards the en suite.

Beth grinned, settling down on the sofa opposite the bed and drank in the view. Megan was lying on her back, her legs spread wide, while Dean was on all fours above her, his face buried between the petite blonde's legs, as his hard cock dangled in front of her face. She was licking the head of his manhood as she gripped it firmly with her small hands.

A tingling sensation began between Beth's legs, as her husband leaned down and used his tongue to spread Megan's hairless pussy lips, darting in to flick at her clit. God, that looked heavenly; she wished it was her pussy getting that attention. Leaning back on the sofa, she let her fingers slide beneath the hem of her sleep shirt, running them through the soft curls between her legs, sighing as she slipped a finger between her labia; she continued to watch the performance avidly as she circled the finger around the entrance to her vagina. She wanted so badly to feel it inside her, but purposefully delayed the moment, knowing it would heighten her pleasure.

Megan moaned as she tugged on Dean's shaft, feeding it into her mouth. He responded with a grunt and dropped his hips down. Beth could actually see Megan's eyes bulge in the dim light as her husband's thick cock disappeared between the petite blonde's lips, his balls hanging down against the underside of his shaft. He began to thrust his hips up and down slowly, as Megan gasped, trying not to choke.

Beth waited for Dean's next downward thrust, and then pressed the finger into her vagina, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of tightness. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Nicky slip out of the Bathroom and hesitate on the way to the door. Their eyes met, and Beth felt a flash of nervous shame, sitting with her legs spread wide, one finger buried in her cunt. Rather than retreat though, Nicky sank to the floor in front of her, immediately placing a soft wet kiss on Beth's splayed pussy lips. Beth gasped at the intensity of the feeling and withdrew her finger, whereupon Nicky hungrily sucked it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue along the length of the digit before retreating and kissing the tip as Beth pulled it away. Nicky refocussed, beginning to lick eagerly, sliding her tongue up and down in slow strokes through Beth's sex. When the tongue found her clitoris, Beth threw her head back in pleasure, grasping at her daughter's hair, holding her in place.

Exquisite sensations rippled through her pussy as the scene continued to play out in front of her. Dean's head bobbed and nodded between Megan's legs, while up the other end the tiny blond slurped and gagged as she struggled to accommodate his thick shaft. Beth could tell he was holding back. She could only imagine how strong the urge would be to let his weight fall on Megan and shove his cock balls deep into her throat; he wouldn't do that though. Megan might actually like it if he was that rough, but Beth didn't think she'd find that out tonight.

Abruptly the delicious feeling between Beth's legs ceased, and Nicky climbed up her body pressing lips against hers in a passionate kiss. The taste of her own pussy jolted her arousal even higher.

"Sorry, gotta go," Nicky whispered with a frown. "Got a date with a leggy blonde."

Beth raised her eyebrows and smiled, trying to mask her disappointment; she had been hoping Nicky would stay longer, maybe until she got off. She wasn't too upset though, there was plenty of time, and she too had other things planned.

"That's fine. As soon as your father, er Dean is done here, we're going to play with Trudy." Beth grinned as Nicky's eyes bulged.

"Really?" Nicky hissed, her lip bulging into a soft pout. "I'm so jealous." Her face brightened almost instantly however, and with one more kiss, she stood up to go, throwing one last glance back at the bed.

Beth also turned her attention back to the naked couple; Megan seemed to be getting close to coming, and it looked like it might be super intense. Getting comfortable, Beth let one hand slide back down between her legs.

...Our view whirls away from the woman on the sofa, speeds past the athletic woman and re-enters the hallway. It spins right and then reverses back through the window to settle on a view of the petite woman with blonde pigtails still standing in the hallway looking puzzled. She turns away from us and is unaware of the door to the master bedroom opening and the athletic woman stepping out. Upon spotting a shadowy figure further down the hall, the athletic woman instantly dashes into the linen cupboard opposite.

Hearing a noise, the petite woman with blonde pigtails turns and heads in the direction of the cupboard, but is startled by a sound coming from the bathroom, and panics, surging forward to the cupboard door which she cannot open despite her frantic attempts. She spins around wildly and is about to open the door to the master bedroom when the door handle moves, and so she turns and flees down the hallway. She is about to enter the guest bedroom when the bathroom door opens, and so darts left, heading down the stairs instead. Our view draws back and drops down a short distance, enabling us to have a view of both floors; we can just make out the lower half of the petite woman with blonde pigtails as she comes to a stop halfway down the stairs.

On the floor above, the door to the master bedroom closes again as the young man wearing boxer shorts exits the bathroom, crossing back to the second bedroom. The athletic woman emerges from the linen cupboard and re-joins the young man, closing the door of the second bedroom, just as the woman in the man's shirt steps out of the master bedroom followed by a tall bare-chested man sporting an obvious bulge in the front of his pyjama bottoms. She turns back to him and places a finger to her lips. The two creep down the hall just as the petite woman with blonde pigtails edges back up the stairs. Suddenly the man stubs his toe on the skirting board and swears in a low whisper, and a second later, we see the petite woman with blonde pigtails come back into view near the bottom of the stairs. Again, she turns, looks up and waits.

The bare-chested man hobbles behind the woman wearing the man's shirt as they traverse the hall, pausing outside the door of the guest bedroom, where they proceed to hold a silent conversation. The petite blonde begins up the stairs again but as the woman in the man's shirt finally enters the guest bedroom, she descends once more looking peeved.

The bare-chested man stands alone in the dark outside the guest bedroom and after a moment, the petite woman once more turns and begins to ascend the stairs. She disappears out of view but after the bare-chested man coughs quietly, she reappears a second later, slumping down moodily to sit on the bottom step. Another few moments pass before the petite woman rises to her feet and attempts another ascent. Again, she manages to disappear out of our view just as the bare-chested man lifts one leg and breaks wind loudly. The petite woman with blonde pigtails comes back down the stairs throwing her arms into the air. She reaches the bottom of the stairs just as a leggy blonde, wearing skimpy silk short pyjamas, steps out of the study, looks around cautiously, and then slips along the corridor into the bathroom. The petite woman with blonde pigtails enters the corridor a second later and opens the door to the study, blinking in surprise when she discovers the room empty. Shoulders sagging in defeat, she shuffles into the study and closes the door. Our view rises up and focuses on the picture window, moving forward before passing through the glass and gliding down the hall towards the bare-chested man...

Dean stood in the darkened hallway, fidgeting nervously; what exactly was expected of him? 'Be the master,' Beth had said, whatever that meant. That wasn't all she had said though; she had told him to be 'confident, stern, controlling and unyielding'. He sighed, the sound cutting through the silence. Actually, there were some faint sounds to be heard; the mumbling whispers of a conversation came from beyond the closed door. He couldn't see a bloody thing, it was so dark. It was, wasn't it? Maybe he needed to get his eyes checked again. His senses were diminished, leaving him somewhat disoriented. He also felt like a berk standing there in the dark with the remnants of a hard-on from his recent entanglement with Megan. He had been so close to finishing down her throat, when Beth had interrupted and told him to save it for Trudy.

Trudy, now there was an exciting prospect. There better bloody be more light in there; if he was going to be lucky enough to have a crack at that voluptuous beauty, he wanted good illumination by which to see her massive tits. The door suddenly opened, startling him from his thoughts.

"Ready?" The whispered word at his ear made him jump. "You alright?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, just not quite sure what to do," he hissed back.

"You'll be fine honey." Dean jerked in surprise as a hand lightly grasped the bulge in his pyjamas. "Just remember, be forceful and domineering; Trust me, she's really into that sort of thing. Oh and the safeword is swordfish."

"Swordfish? Safeword? What the hell?" There was no reply, and the hand had stopped groping him, leading him to suspect that he was alone in the dark again, talking to himself. Now what?

There was the tiniest sliver of light from inside the room, and he was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. With a deep breath--be masterful, domineering, you are in charge--he stepped confidently into the room.

The scene that met his eyes confused him. This wasn't particularly unusual; many things seem to do that lately, so he adopted his tried and tested tactic of doing nothing. Lit by the dim glow of the bedside light, Beth appeared to be wrestling on the bed with Trudy. That in itself was quite an astonishing sight, and one that had an instant effect on his dick. Beth wore only her sleep shirt, which had ridden up to reveal her jiggling bare arse. Trudy, who was still decent unfortunately, was pulling the bedclothes tight around her, and gritting her teeth with exertion as she fought Beth, who was attempting to pull the sheets away. He stood at the foot of the bed and watched, trying to decide if he was, a dreaming, B drunk, or C witnessing an assault. After a bit more observation, he concluded that it was more likely to be, D taking part in a roleplay of Beth's devising. He crossed his arms in front of his bare chest, frowned at the struggling women and waited for something else to happen.

A moment later, both women noticed him, each reacting in very different ways. Beth immediately let go of the sheets and dropped to the floor, kneeling at his side, bowing her head and staring at the ground by his feet. Trudy on the other hand, sat bolt upright, pulling the sheets tighter around her, and stared back and forth between him and Beth, eyes wide with fear.

'Masterful and domineering', Beth had said. Dean's initial analysis of the situation suggested that he was being presented with one compliant woman and a second, who if not non-compliant, was certainly reluctant. The room fell silent, the heavy breathing of the two women the only sound as they waited to see what he would do.

"Husband, I--"

Dean silenced Beth with a hand in front of her face. He had done it on instinct, more to give him time to think, rather than anything else, but the result was the same; Beth instantly stopped talking, pursing her lips.

What to do now. If this had been a business meeting with a difficult client or uncooperative employees, he would know exactly what to do. First rule was to always drive the agenda; don't let the meeting be controlled by others, or worse, proceed without any obvious direction at all. Take control early on and establish a strong position with some kind of demonstration of authority. It didn't have to be anything too drastic, just something to throw the other side off balance. He slowly looked back and forth between Trudy and Beth, considering how he could apply that strategy here.

"Wife, you kneel before me, and yet you insult me by covering your body and not looking at me? Do you forget the rules?" He spoke in a calm, soft tone; better to let the words do the work rather than the voice. Speaking loudly would just imply that the words needed reinforcement. There was silence for a moment until finally Beth shifted on her knees, mumbling something; it sounded like "sorry".