Sisterhood - Temptation Ch. 46

The floor was wet, Katharina noticed. The wetness underfoot was cooler than the tepid water of the showers, and despite the heat of the North Wing Katharina's skin prickled with a little shiver that swept up from her feet and over her body. Little dribbles of water fell from her hair and off her arms and shoulders and struck the stone floor with a tiny plipping that was just audible against the quiet of the chamber. In the murmur she could pick out the soft creak of a mattress somewhere, and further along the sound of a girl snoring. Not Caroline's snore. Softer, almost without a rasp, more like a deep drowsy breathing.

Picking her steps among the little puddles that had gathered where she entered, Katharina made her way around the nearest bed to the two baskets at its foot. One was heaped to overflowing with discarded towels, and the other that should have held the cleanly folded ones was empty. She took one of the used towels in her hand and felt it between her fingers. Clammy, and damp. She lifted a corner to her face and buried her nose in it. There was a clean soapy smell to it at first, but ephemeral and overpowered by the scent of a girl's body. There was perhaps the saltiness of cum too. Katharina contemplated using the towel anyway, but glancing over to the next bed along she spied the brighter white of a clean towel at the bottom of one of the baskets.

With her eyes cast down to watch her feet, taking care not to slip, Katharina saw a movement beside her only a splitsecond before she collided into another body with a sudden jolting smack. For a moment before her startle set in, Katharina felt vividly the shape of the woman she had just knocked into. Bulky, soft, heavy. And very warm against Katharina's still damp skin.

"Oh my dear," a voice called out, softening from a cry of surprise into a rich, musical laugh, "I am so sorry."

Katharina's eyes met those of the much shorter and very stout woman whose bulging broad stomach she had just walked into. She saw the short curls of bright dyed blonde hair, the cheerful smiling eyes, and the still immaculately painted bright red lips, and floundered for a moment for the name.

"Ah, oh. Sorry. Jane!" Katharina called out.

Jane's bright white teeth showed between her painted lips as her smile broadened, "Yes. Katharina. Lovely to see you again. Or Katja?"

"Um, either of those."

Jane's eyes swept up and down looking over Katharina's body, "My dear, you're all wet."

Katharina noticed the shine of moisture on a patch of Jane's skin where they had collided, across the her breasts, which rested slouched apart on top of her stomach. She leaned over to fetch the clean towel that she had seen, and patted it against Jane's body to dry her, "Sorry. Here."

Jane squinted down at her chest and chuckled as Katharina rubbed, "Oh, that is extremely thoughtful of you Katja. Do dry yourself off first."

Katharina smiled and took the towel to her own hair, scuffing with vigor to dry away as much of the damp as she could. She ran the towel over her neck and shoulders, then her body, lifting each leg to pat at the trails of water she had chased down from her torso.

"Likewise very good to see you. That you're still here I mean. Have you been, um, enjoying yourself?" Katharina asked.

Jane gripped the wings of a long shimmering black dressing gown that she had about her shoulders and pulled it closed around her body. She took the sash belt and tied it at the waist, "I have. Though I'm afraid I rather ran out of steam the last hour or so. Nodded off. We were both-"

The remainder of Jane's reply was cut off by another voice, calling out from within the bed beside her. "Oh. Hello, hello," the voice cracked and coughed, drowsy as if only just exiting sleep, and then brightened into a laugh.

The side curtains of the bed jumped, as if struck from within, then were scrabbled aside as another woman shuffled over and swung her legs down to sit at the edge. Katharina recognized Mutia, another of the trio of women that she and Ivy and Lia had met early on at the Summer Ball. Mutia's dark, slate-gray hair was tangled about her head and across her blinking eyes. The tan skin of her face was creased as if she had been lying on it, and was glowing with a warm ruddiness.

Katharina recalled when she had last seen Mutia, when they had been alone together in one of the guest apartments on the west side of the house. Katharina felt her body begin to warm and her dick twitch with the memory of Mutia's touch, her fingers and her lips.

When she had pleasured Katharina then, Mutia had not completely removed her clothing, and Katharina realized that she was now seeing Mutia completely naked for the first time. Her tan skin was mottled with small patches of freckling, her figure was much slimmer than Jane's, but womanly, and in some places there was the slight looseness and creasing of age, especially at her arms and over her stomach. And between her spread thighs was a thick tuft of curly black hair. Katharina found Mutia's beauty very compelling. Her body looked soft, and very comfortable, and Katharina's imagination was drawn to the thought of lying down against her, pressing herself against Mutia's flank and her chest, with Mutia's warm hands on her dick, stroking and kissing her as she had in the guest rooms.

"Mutia dear," Jane turned and held out her hand.

Mutia lifted her arm as if to let Jane pull her upright but then simply brushed the tips of her fingers against Jane's before sighing and leaning backwards to let herself flop back onto the bed, "Hah. Exhausted. What a lovely evening. Hello Katja."

"Hi," Katharina called through the curtains. She heard the note of giddy enthusiasm in her voice, and realized then what an unexpected comfort it was to see the two women again.

"I am awfully sorry Katja," Jane giggled. She reached out her hand and set it gently around the shaft of Katharina's dick, which had begun to rise, "I'm afraid I can't help myself but I simply must get a good feel of one of these again before I leave."

"Ahhaha," Katharina gasped through her laughter as Jane's fingers coaxed a ticklish frisson across the rapidly tautening skin of her dick, "Please. Be my guest."

"Ooh yes, me too," Mutia called out from within the bed, "Come here would you, I'm not sure I can get up just yet."

"So you're getting ready to leave, you mean? I think you are welcome to stay for a while, you know, if you want to. There's a big gatheri- ahhh-hah..." Katharina found her breath catch and stutter as Jane fluttered her fingers smoothly up the underside of her dick all the way to the tip.

"That would be lovely," Jane's red lips pursed with regret as she let go, "But, well, Mutia and I have our homes to get back to. I have no idea how late it is but I feel we must have spent all night here by now."

"Mm, yes nearly I think," Katharina looked up, searching for one of the small skylights that she knew were set into the ceiling in some of the chambers of the North Wing. But there was none here. She judged from what Miriam had said that the coven gathering was a short while away, perhaps a quarter hour, which meant that dawn was imminent.

"Then I suppose we have to slowly gather up our things," Jane looked around, and laughed to herself, "Though I don't suppose there's much hope of finding our clothes now. One of your, um... teachers said... Is that what they are, right? Or cult leaders?"

Katharina laughed, "One of the senior girls?"

"Right. One of them, and a very pretty one I have to say, was very kind and showed us where we might borrow some clothing to get home in," Jane put her hands on her hips and smoothed the dressing gown over her thighs, contemplating her figure, "But I will have to hope they have something for, um, larger ladies."

"Oh you're not so large, just-"

"Oh don't be ridiculous Katharina," Jane interrupted, smiling at her, "Though that is of course very sweet and gallant of you."

"Katja," Mutia called out again. Katharina saw a hand reach out from between the parted curtains and heard a giggle, "Katja sweetie, come and help mommy up."

"'Mommy'," Jane tutted.

Mutia's voice was rich and sounded still slightly hoarse from sleep. Katharina felt her freshly dry skin warm with a slow blush of heat. She cast the towel onto the heap in the nearer basket and stepped to the edge of the bed. Jane stood aside and Katharina twisted her hips as she passed, hoping that she might somehow conceal how hard she had become, or at least make it less obvious.

Katharina looked down at where Mutia lay, her spine arched lazily back into the thick bedcover, her arms lifted above her her head. She reached her arm into the bed, "Here. Come on then."

"Thank you," Mutia heaved her shoulders forward and lifted both hands to take hold of Katharina's wrist. She groaned and made a show of struggling to lift herself, then suddenly with a laugh she leaned back and yanked Katharina forward, "Oh, I seem to have helped you down rather."

Katharina stumbled against the edge of the bed and found herself lunging forward. She was pulled down until she fell on top of Mutia, face to face. When Mutia finally let go of her, Katharina flung her arms apart either side of Mutia's body to cushion the collision. Then as soon as their bodies met Katharina felt Mutia's legs fly deftly upwards and wrap around her hips, ankles locking behind the small of her back and squeezing her close.

"Oof, sorry," Katharina wheezed. Then she was struck by the ridiculousness of her instinctive apology.

Mutia stuck out one corner of her lower lip to blow at her hair where it was tousled over one eye, then tossed her head and grinned up at Katharina, "So you should be, young woman."

"Aha, I see someone hasn't quite had her fill of the merriment yet," Jane's musical laughter sounded from behind Katharina's shoulder. She seemed to hesitate, "Well... very well Mutia dear. I shall go and find Fer and we will be in the bar room. Do take your time."

"Okay," Mutia called out, her voice suddenly loud beside Katharina's face.

Katharina chuckled quietly, "That it? You haven't had your fill of, uh, merriment yet?"

Mutia gripped her lower lip between her teeth and lifted her thighs, bending a little to one side to reach beneath herself. Katharina felt a firm warp grip on her dick, which twitched with stiffness as Mutia guided it inward. The tip slid across the skin of the back of Mutia's thigh until Katharina felt very briefly the tickle of a patch of short hair, followed by the slide of wetness. The end of Katharina's dick slipped quickly over Mutia's folds and plunged in, enveloped in heat.

"That's it," Mutia purred in her ear, "Need my lovely big girl to fill me up."

Distracted by the long shudder of relief spreading out into her body, Katharina floundered for a fitting innuendo with which to continue their exchange. But finding herself at a loss she simply groaned and gently shoved her hips forward, driving herself a little further into Mutia's pussy and letting herself bask in its hot grasp.

"Oh Katja," Mutia threw her arms up around Katharina's shoulders and hugged her tight, planting her lips on Katharina's cheek, "I am so glad to see you."

"Uhh, likewise," Katharina replied.

"Mm, yes, I can tell," Mutia's pussy clamped hard, squeezing Katharina tight.

"Ah, I... you know..." Katharina squeezed in return and sent a throb of hardness into her dick, straining against Mutia's grip, "I really regretted not having found you again, back there at the ball."

"I am sorry about that. Well, we've found each other now," Mutia nuzzled her lips at Katharina's ear and her neck, "Let's make up for lost time."

Katharina felt a swell of tension beginning to gather inside her body. The clenching of Mutia's pussy was tight, was even bending her a little. She looked up, in the direction of the northward end of the chamber, though she couldn't see it beyond the curtains of the bed, "I... It's just unfortunately I have to..."

"To come?" Mutia cocked her head back to look Katharina in the eyes. She smiled excitedly, "Please go ahead if you would like. I will too."

"No," Katharina shook her head, chuckling, "Well yes, also. But I meant I have to go to this meeting thing. It's soon."

"The big gathering?"

"Yes," Katharina examined Mutia's expression. She wondered about what Jane had said, about them having to leave, "I mean, you are welcome to come and see it with me if you want. And... maybe to stay here a little longer."

"Oh Katja. I would love to," Mutia cupped her hand around Katharina's jaw and swiped her thumb affectionately across her cheek, "But I have to get back. I should go with Jane and Fer. There is my daughter. She can look after herself of course, but if I'm out all night there will be questions."

"Of course of course," Katharina nodded hurriedly, "I understand."

Mutia slipped her arms around Katharina's neck and held her. Her legs locked tighter and she began to grind her hips, driving herself in shallow thrusts back and forth on Katharina's dick, the walls of her pussy sliding wet over Katharina's taut skin as it throbbed with warmth.

"I have had such a wonderful time," Mutia leaned back and sighed, "So thank you Katja for, um... what was it you called it?"

Katharina giggled, "For initiating you, you mean?"

"Mm, yes, initiating me," Mutia purred, "Makes me feel very special, that memory."

"Oh," Katharina felt a pang of self-consciousness. She recalled how at their first encounter she had gotten very quickly carried away with the excitement and completely forgotten to attend to Mutia's own pleasure. She laughed, in part to conceal her embarrassment, "You mean when I came all over your face? Sorry about that."

Mutia's laughter shook her body and spasmed down through her pussy, wringing Katharina tight, "Not at all. That was lovely, making you come. You were so sweet. Made me feel wanted, desirable. You know, this whole evening I have felt so young again, being with you and then with all your friends."

Katharina wondered, "So they have been taking care of you, the others?"

"Oh," Mutia pursed her lips in a playful mockery of mournfulness, "Don't be jealous Katja. You're my special, special girl. My first. Now, would you like to be a good girl and make mommy come?"

Katharina looked up again at the curtain and the hazy, flickering dimness beyond. Then she checked herself and looked quickly back at Mutia, who was reading her expression, and saw the flicker of disappointment in Mutia's smile.

"Oh yes, yes, I would love that," Katharina replied quickly.

Mutia wriggled excitedly, snuggling her hips into the bedcover. She craned her neck to kiss Katharina on the cheek before speaking softly in her ear, "We can make it quick."

Katharina felt the writhing of Mutia's body beneath her, and the slippery grasp of Mutia's pussy. She shuddered, and had to grit her teeth and hold still for a moment to fight back a sudden surge of hot excitement. Though the immediate threat of climax faded, Katharina could sense the need now welled up inside her body, knew that she would only be able to hold it in by remaining still. She needed to take at least a very short break and master herself if she wanted to bring Mutia to orgasm without losing control of her own pleasure first.

"Um," she cleared her throat, "Is it okay if I turn you over? You know, if you lie on your front?"

Mutia paused, looked at her for a moment with a flash of curiosity on her face, then smiled, "Of course. Whatever you would like."

"Okay," Katharina sighed and slid herself back, carefully withdrawing as Mutia loosened her embrace and released her.

"Well," Mutia crawled back and propped herself up on her elbows, "I will have to apologize for the sight of my flabby old woman's butt. But if you want to do me from behind Katja, well, whatever turns my special girl on."

Katharina rose to her knees and watched as Mutia heaved herself to one side and then rolled over onto her front, head resting on folded arms. Mutia looked back at her and lifted one leg idly in the air, seeking, until her foot found the underside of Katharina's dick. Mutia purred and flexed her toes, stroking them along and downward until they nuzzled at Katharina's balls. The cool of Mutia's wetness on Katharina's exposed shaft began to ebb and evaporate as it pulsed with heat.

"Ahh," Katharina sighed. When the caress of Mutia's toes began to rekindle an urgent need for relief, Katharina took a gentle hold of Mutia's ankle and pushed her leg aside, "That's nice. I just thought you might, uh, let me treat you to a little bit of a massage."

"Hmmm," Mutia mumbled, "If you like. You are too kind."

Katharina leaned forward and set her hands on the backs of Mutia's legs. The dark tan color of her skin was reddened in a broad patch where her calves and the insides of her thighs had been clasped to Katharina's body. The redness was warm against Katharina's hands. With the slight cloy of sweat, Katharina found she couldn't run her hands smoothly up Mutia's legs if she pressed into them or rubbed, so instead she let her fingertips trail lightly upwards until she reached Mutia's backside.

"Oh wow, this is not flabby, it's... gorgeous," Katharina leaned forward to splay her fingers wide over the smooth expanse of Mutia's buttocks. They sat spread out, slightly flattened across Mutia's hips. Katharina felt the give of a loose layer of softness as she dug her grip in and began to flex her fingers in a slow massage, but beneath it there was the tougher tension of muscle. She watched Mutia's thighs harden and her hips faintly grind, matching the slow rhythm of the massage.

"Very nice," Mutia's hum broke into a drowsy laugh, "I thought you said you were in a hurry for this meeting?"

"Ah, hah, well," Katharina slid her hands upwards. She worked her fingers over the ripples of softness in Mutia's back, kneading either side of her spine with her thumbs, "I sort of just needed a tiny break really. From the sex. You were about to make me come."

"Oh. You are too sweet," Mutia giggled. She paused, wriggled her shoulders to push back against the press of Katharina's massage, "Katja?"

"Yes?" Katharina halted, her hands just between Mutia's shoulderblades. Leaning over Mutia's body, she could feel the tip of her dick resting against Mutia's thigh, felt as if she could even sense the heat of Mutia's pussy just inches away.

The pause continued for a moment, then Mutia spoke softly, her voice a little lower, "Would you like to come inside me?"

A tight, dry lump coalesced in Katharina's throat and she had to swallow twice to clear it before she was sure she could reply, "You mean, uh, put it in you again?"

"Well that would be a good first step yes," Mutia slowly spread her thighs and then lifted her backside a short way in the air, nuzzling until the folds of her pussy found the very tip of Katharina's dick, "But I mean come inside me. Fill me with your lovely cum."

"Oh. Um," Katharina found herself gradually thrusting forward as she pondered, drawn by the delicious heat just beyond the first wet grasp of Mutia's opening, "We're sort of not supposed to do that."

"Katja," Mutia sighed, "I, well, I can't have any more children. So if it's for that reason, then you don't have to worry."

"Uhh, yeah, it's... it's for that reason," Katharina groaned, "But only if it's what you want."

Katharina found herself easing forwards before Mutia began to speak. There was a slick squelch of wetness as she slid in deep and buried herself in the pulsing warmth of Mutia's pussy, which clamped firm around her as she came to rest lodged inside.

"Yes, yes. I do. Very much," Mutia grunted and thrust her hips back to drive Katharina deeper.

"I, oh... good because I think I'm... ahh... already," Katharina gasped hurriedly as she felt a sudden swell of relief push out from her insides and up the shaft of her dick. She felt herself thicken inside Mutia's pussy and strain against its grip just as it spasmed tight around her, then the heat burst in one hard throb and she began twitching and spurting, pushing her hips forward in trembling thrusts against Mutia's backside.