The Apple... Ch. 09

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Chapter 9

Somewhere in the far east of the Aegean Sea, facing the Turkish coast, there is an island. On this island, is a small village called Petra, a most unimaginative name as it simply means 'rock' for the giant monolith located some distance inland.

As the young woman sits cross-legged on the sandy beach and warm crystal water laps at her knees, she can hear, on her far right, the local fishermen unloading the daily catch of sardines. She can smell the luxuriant odor of verdancy carried on the evening breeze from the forest, olive groves and fruit-bearing tree orchards at her back. She pays little heed to those as all of her attention is on the setting sun and the beautiful colors painting the sky and the becalmed sea.

This is her favorite place. Hardly anybody comes there at this hour and she can watch as day transitions into night while she meditates on the daily teachings of the great poetess in whose care she has been intrusted by her family. She reflects on the beauty of her writings and, if truth be told, on that of her body also because, if she admires the mind, she is in love with the flesh.

To the young woman, she is the epitome of the Greek female. Her aristocratic features reflect a towering intellect. Her slender form, graceful as she walks among her pupils, is passionate as she writhes under her caresses at night. Thinking about her beautiful mistress, she can feel heat build within her innermost sanctum.

The tide rises, slowly, inexorably, the warm sea reaches her thighs. Still she does not move. Every evening, she sits on this very spot, her naked skin exposed to the last rays of the sun as it meets the horizon. According to the lunar calendar, she is either left dry, barely touched by the water or enveloped by it to the waist. It is of no importance to her as it is part of her communion with Nature in this daily ritual.

This evening, though, she cannot attain her usual level of her serenity for the words of the poetess' most recent masterpiece resonate in her mind replacing calm with excitement for she was the object of it. The great Sappho had chosen to dedicate her rhymes to her, a lowly acolyte, only one of the many who share her attentions nightly. Though she knows she should cultivate humility, her heart fills with pride and love.

Her concentration is further disrupted by the wetness of the rising sea lapping at the apex of her thighs. Instead of mere water, she imagines the hot mouth of the poetess as she licks...

"Hummmmmm." As the dream fades, Arianna Monroe wants to struggle to recapture it but is it gone? Is she still living it? The sweet feelings are still there though soft bed sheet have replaced the caress of the dying sun on her skin. There is another difference: two hands gently knead her breasts where none had previously. She smiles. This is better than a dream. Her lovers, her wives are bringing in the new day in their own inimitable way.

Wishing to savor the moment, she keeps her eyes closed as she reaches a hand to bring a sweet mouth to her own and the other to rest on the head between her legs. 'What a way to wake up.' She sighs.

When she felt the hand on her head, Jules knew the moment for subtlety was past. Where she had wanted to gently introduce pleasure in her Ari, her soul mate, her wife's dreams, now she could put her efforts to maximise it. The hands softly caressing the creamy skin of her thighs accented their pressure. The lips gently enfolding the entirety of her sex mixing her saliva with its secretion in a heady brew of love liquid, increased their caresses. The tongue lightly laving the pink cleft from one end to the other, licking the inside of the lips, wiggling within the vagina and completing its journey on the love button rising from its hood to meet it, sped its formerly languid movements. All now brought to bear with increased energy.

Sarah had felt the slight muscle and skin tension building even before her mouth had been pulled in a loving kiss. She put her heart and considerable skill into making her heart-friend, her lover, her wife, wake in the best possible manner: by feeling the love and passion of two people who cared deeply for her.

As the pleasure built toward its inevitable conclusion, Ari felt another kind of pressure rise in her heart as it was filled with love through the powerful bond she shared with her soul mate and flowing to her in an almost palpable wave from her heart-friend.

Two sources of energy, one erotic, the other psychic, one goal.

Already well on her way even before she woke up, Ari was rapidly swept on a wave of pleasure. Her body jerking this way and that, her nerves were overstimulated, she was hyperventilating as her lungs strove for more oxygen, sweat sprang from every pore and when, in a coordinated pincer movement, teeth lightly bit on her clitoris and more forcefully on her nipple, the mother of all orgasms swept through her, transporting her to a nirvana of ecstasy.

Sarah and Jules looked at each other when Ari came hard and smiled as they continued their assault, fiercely determined to keep her to the highest peaks for as long as she could endure. But everything must come to an end, even if it's a good one, so when Sarah brought her hand to her ass, rubbed her finger around the puckered hole then pushed her first knuckle in, it was too much for Ari. Her body arched in an ultimate spasm and her wails of pleasure rose to a scream of primal intensity. She held the position for long seconds before collapsing, limp as a wet rag.

"Good morning, my love!"

"Good morning, sleepy head!"

"Mmuummd mmmmurmm!"

"You know Jules, maybe she's still asleep. Did you get that?"

"You could be right. Sounds to me like she was talking in her sleep. I think we should continue what we were doing, just in case."

"I am awake! I am awake! Good morning!" Ari went on quickly as she curled in a ball, protecting her sensitized body. "Sheesh! You girls are terrible. Can I enjoy a moment of peace before you assault me again?"

"Sorry, honey, we thought it was a good way to wake you up. Maybe next time we'll settle for making coffee and let the smell bring you around."

"My poor baby fells like she the victim of sinister aggressors. Here, let mommy hug you. It will make you feel better." 'Mommy' had particular notions when it came to hugging her wives. As she tenderly brought Ari's head to rest on her breast she just 'happened' to direct her lips to a stiff nipple. "Is my baby hungry? Look, Sarah, I think she wants breakfast in beeeeeeed!" The two fingers thrust in her wet vagina interrupted her abruptly and the dripping sex lowered on her mouth prevented her from resuming her cheeky comments as her tongue became otherwise occupied.

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Sarah sat at the kitchen table and fondly watched her wives do the dishes amid much playful antics. Ari had scoops of soap foam adorning her nipples and Jules a distinct red handprint on her bum.

"You girls will never be done. You should have let me take care of that."

Looking over her shoulder, Jules smiled. "After fixing this wonderful breakfast, you deserve a break. It's the least we can do. You were kidding about my vegetable stew last week, right? You are a much better cook than I could ever be. What do you call those eggs you prepared?"

"Eggs Benedict. I picked up the English muffins and the lemons for the Hollandaise sauce last evening after you went to work and miss bookworm there said she was going to the library to study. Since you two were alone in there after 10:00pm, I don't suppose she did much studying."

"Yes I did." An indignant Ari retorted, but she continued with a sheepish grim. "Well, I, hum, wanted to take a break when the librarian left, but she would not let me. She said I needed to be a good girl and work hard so I would not spend the rest of my life in school. I think she takes this den mother thing too seriously. I am not a wolf bitch after all."

"No, my love, you are more of a pussycat. All soft and cuddly."

"Yes I am and you should take me in your arms and stroke and pet me instead of bullying me." Ari pouted.

"There is a time and a place for everything, dear heart. The library is the place for you to study and for me to work. You forgot to tell Sarah about my lunch break. I didn't hear you complain when I let you sit on the table spread-eagled and ate you instead of my sandwich."

"Let me! Ah! Sarah, I was sitting quietly, studying when this sex maniac grabbed me, almost ripped my shirt off, luckily I was not wearing a brassiere, pulled my pants down, laid me on the table and proceeded to ravish me in a most brutal manner."

"Brutal manner? Those weren't cries of anguish. You grabbed my hair with both hands, rubbing my face on your sex and shouted at me to lick you and make you come. And I didn't have to rip your shirt off since it was already unbuttoned and you teased me every time I passed near you by putting your hand inside it, moaning loudly as you played with your nipples."

Sarah was laughing hard by then. "You girls are too much. Molière has nothing on you. I never have to go to the theater anymore. All I have to do is stay at home and watch the comedy play you put on."

Both women giggled and, in unison, turned to her and curtsied. Ari declared. "Our next performance will be in an hour. Please be generous as we pass the hat around."

"Sorry, I don't have any money on me because I don't have pockets on this skin I'm wearing, but if one of you will come sit on the table, I could use some more cream for my coffee."

There ensued much friendly pushing and shoving, nipple tweaking and ass slapping, until the matter was amicably resolved and there were two vulvae stacked in front of Sarah. "Hum, so much delicious flesh. Where shall I begin?" She settled the question by licking from the bottom of the lower dripping vulva to the top of the uppermost, ending with a wiggle of the tip of her tongue on Ari's puckered hole.

Watching Ari wiggle her butt, straining for a better contact, Sarah laughed to herself. 'Not so long ago, she was scandalized when Jules licked her asshole and now look at her go. She's a regular anal fiend. I wonder how she would take to one of my toys.' She debated with herself whether she should go to her room and get the implements but she settled for reaching over to the butter plate and scooping up a glob which she liberally spread on Ari's asshole and on her fingers.

When Jules saw her go for the butter, she had a good idea of what was in store for her Ari so she grabbed her cheeks and pulled them apart.

Ari felt the cool butter as it was applied. "Yeeesssss! Jules, she is buttering me up. She is going to... Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Sarah, only had to stroke the rectal muscle for a moment before she felt Ari relax it. She knew what was coming and she wanted it. Sarah gently pushed one finger a little way in and stopped to give her wife time to get used to its presence. But Ari wanted more and she meant to have it right away. She pushed back hard to get Sarah's finger deeper. "Yes, you pervert, fuck my ass! Do it!"

Sarah laughed as she gave her cheek a stinging slap. "Who's the pervert?" She slowly pulled her finger almost all the way out.

"I am! I am the pervert! Please do not pull it out. Stick your finger in my ass and make me come, Pleeeaaaasssse!"

"Well, since you ask so nicely..." Sarah thrust her finger all the way in, to Ari's delight. Sarah rotated her hand so her finger could reach all the sensitive areas within and when she felt both rectal muscles were sufficiently relaxed, she introduced a second finger.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhh! Jules she has two fingers in me. She is fucking me sooooo gooooood!" This new sensation was rushing into Ari like a tidal wave. She had never felt so full back there. She felt herself losing control, in thrall to the pleasure devastating her in such a powerful yet delicious way. When she felt a third digit join in her ravishing, she let out a piercing wail and her body convulsed in an orgasm of cataclysmic proportions.

While Ari was thrusting against Sarah's hand, her pubic bone was grinding on Jules' vulva, stimulating her love button. Her torso was also rubbing her breasts forcefully, pushing her nipples this way and that as if they were pinched. She could feel Ari trembling above her as pleasure took her. "Yes my love. Let yourself go. Look at me. I love watching you come. Look as I come with you. Yeeeesssss!" Jules followed her wife in ecstasy, their eyes locked.

Manhandling Ari's rosebud while she made love to her soul mate, Sarah accelerated the thrusts of the fingers in and out of her own vagina. She pressed harder on her clit with the heel of her hand. When she saw them attain their goal, she curled her fingers to stroke her sweet spot and joined them with her own earth shaking orgasm.

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"Aw, Sarah, do we have to do this again today? We have had those 'jawing' sessions every day after you come back from the pool. We have to prepare for tonight and we are getting 'officially' married tomorrow morning." Ari whined.

"Yes, honey, we need to and we will take the time every day as long as we have to. You've had a major breakthrough last Monday and we need to follow up. You haven't had your worst nightmare all week, but you still have bad dreams, so we need to get to the bottom of this."

Hugging her, Jules went on. "Sarah's right, my love. It's important that we continue those 'jawing' sessions as she calls them. You know how much good it did to you Monday and you want to keep getting better, don't you?"

"I do, but..."

"Exactly, so get your butt over here and let's get on with it." Sarah said, firmly but with a smile and open arms in encouragement, as she leaned on the pillows set up against the headboard of their bed.

As usual, Ari leaned on her between her spread legs so she could rest her head on Sarah's shoulder at need while Jules sat in front of her, as close as she could, her legs over both Ari's and Sara's, holding her hands. "That's it baby, now relax as Sarah showed you and no tweaking of my nipples today, okay?"

"Aw, you're no fun. All right, I will behave if it will make you both happy and we can get back to getting ready for tonight. Now, that will make me happy." Ari said, beaming at the thought of the evening to come and the ceremony that would take place at daybreak.

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Earlier in the week, Sarah had prepared Jules for this as best she could. "On Monday we took care of the major trauma, but something else happened toward the end of the school year that caused her to block the whole year. No, nothing bad happened to her, but she saw something and it shocked her by bringing back the memory of her own rape and she went near-catatonic for three days. She would go into hysterics if I left her side even for an instant. Imagine a thirteen years old girl having to use the chamber pot while holding her friend's hand."

"Ooooh! My poor Ari. What happened? Can you tell me?" A worried Jules asked.

"No, I think it's better if you don't know in advance. Your reaction will be more natural that way. I hope it will have a stronger positive effect on her. Remember, we are in unchartered territory here. She has repressed nearly twelve months of her life so deeply for close to twenty years that she has no conscious memory of them, at all. We've made huge progress, but we still have to get past this last point in the missing period."

"I think I understand. I trust you Sarah. You've helped her so much already. I'll do as you say."

"We have helped her. Never forget it, Jules. None of this would have been possible without you. You've provided an anchor for her. Where she was drifting if a fog she could not understand, you gave her solid ground to stand on. I've tried often enough through the years to initiate a therapy only to pull back because it upset her too much."

"How come you know so much? What do you mean you tried to initiate therapy? I remember now you saying you had prepared for years for this. What did you mean by that?"

With a grin Sarah said. "Maybe I'll tell you someday. It's not terribly important." And she went on changing the subject quite effectively by kissing Jules and fondling her breasts.

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"Now, honey, we've talked about the school year, about the nice girls and the mean ones, about the teachers and how good you were in class."

"Yes and I still do not believe you were jealous of my grades. We exchanged first and second place all the years we were there except at the beginning of the second when we fell back."

"Yes we did, but you were always the better student. All I did was copy on your tests while you weren't looking. Ouch! You don't get to hit me like that, only Jules does and then only on special occasions."

"Then stop saying bad things about yourself. You are the one who helped me study and forced me to do my homework when I wanted to go out and play with the other girls."

"Okay, okay. I was your guardian angel and you were a terrible brat. So there. Better?"

"Not so much, but if you give me a kiss, I might forgive you." Ari said with a sweet innocent smile.

"I'll kiss you only if we get back to our discussion. And get your hand out from between my legs. You won't distract me as easily as you do Jules."

"Ah, well, it was worth a try."

"I'll get you back for this, Sarah. I'm not distracted by her so easily... only sidetracked, sometimes."

"Girls, girls, peace, please. This is important. Ari, we need to talk about what happened in early June of our first year at school."

"I do not know what you are talking about. I do not remember anything special."

"You mean you don't want to remember." Sarah could feel Ari shiver in her arms and saw Jules was growing alarmed as she felt her growing uneasiness through their link. "Jules, steady there, mother. Your baby needs you to be calm."

"Y... Yes. I will. I mean I am. Ari, love, you need to be strong and you are not alone. We are here. You have to remember. It's for your own good. Please, my love"

"O... Okay. If you say so. Sarah, is it going to be as bad as the other thing? What happened?"

"No honey. Nothing bad happened to you. You just saw something and it brought bad memories and it made you sick, but now you're a big girl and we want to make you all better."

"All right then. Will you help me remember? Were you there?"

"Yes I was. I was always with you. We were walking the grounds with Mrs. Darby, the biology teacher. She was telling us about the different kinds of flowers and bushes and trees. Then we heard a girl crying in the woods. We all went to see if she was hurt and we saw a man molesting one of the students."

"No! I do not want to remember! It was a bad thing! He was a bad man!"

"That was a long time ago. He didn't hurt you then and he can't hurt you now. But you have to remember. It's important, Ari."

"Nooooo! He was hurting her like the bad man had hurt me and I was crying and everybody was shouting. He turned when he heard us and he looked at me. I am sure he looked at me and you... you were flying through the air and you tackled him off the girl and he hit you..."

"Yes honey. You're doing good. And what happened after that?"

"HE HIT YOU, SARAH! And you were on the ground and he kept hitting you..."

"That's right. And what happened to the bad man?"

"He hit you and I was sure he would kill you... and... and I... and I JUMPED ON HIS BACK AND I SHOUTED AT HIM TO LET YOU GO AND I SCRATCHED AT HIS EYES UNTIL HE STOPPED."

"Yes you did, honey, and that was very brave of you. Thank you Ari. You saved me. You're a strong and brave girl. Now you can remember what happened after you screamed and scratched him. He can't hurt you or anyone else."