11 comments/ 56481 views/ 25 favorites Costume Drama Ch. 02 By: Dave933 I suggest reading part one of this story, if you want it to make sense. A late Georgian set-piece; with male submission to a variety of people in a variety of different ways. Don't read it if this offends you. The next day, Mother began making arrangements for the wedding. A dressmaker was hired to come up from London and stay. My sister had a plain white dress for Sundays which could be altered a little for a wedding. We would need a new hat and gloves to match for both Mother and I. Mother and I spent the morning writing out two dozen letters of invitation to family members and friends, inviting them to join us at Spitalfields. I doubted that more than half would attend, but we had to invite them, of course. Mr. Graves would arrange for the banns to be posted in London. That day and the next were quite pleasing and relaxing. When the dressmaker arrived from London however, I had to spend almost an entire day being measured, and putting the same dress on and off with a variety of different pinning strategies to alter the fit. I did wonder about the wisdom of fitting the dress to me, but Mother insisted that we had to have something done; and that with my corset I really was a similar size to my sister. She said that it could be quickly fitted to my sister when she returned, or else the 'wretched girl' would just have to suffer! I relaxed a lot for the next week, and truly enjoyed maintaining the facade that I was Evelyn. I walked in the garden, rode the grounds (side-saddle, of course), painted flowers in watercolour, and read poetry in the evenings. Even my needlepoint began to improve! In the nights, I would regularly pleasure myself; arousing myself by taking the cucumber into my mouth, and thinking of my wanton actions with Mr. Graves. I had to replace the cucumber after a few days, of course; and acquired a couple of sturdy carrots. One was large and blunt, for my mouth. The second, thin and sharp, I began to insert into my rectum on a regular basis. I found the sensation of being penetrated in this way thrilling. I remembered talk on board ship during my years away on expedition, and the rumours that some of the crew-members were catamites - male prostitutes. Now I had seen the woodcuts in the 'Kama Sutra', I could see how such a thing was possible. I even pictured myself receiving such treatment; bending over for my darkly handsome husband, Mr. Graves... Truly, I was becoming a depraved thing! It was not right for any man to think so - much less to do it! To take a stiff, swollen cock inside oneself... And yet I could not deny the allure of my dark dreams, and of remembering taking 'my' husband-to be into my mouth. The feel of his stiff shaft between my lips... It excited me. The days passed until the day it was arranged that Mr. Graves would join us for dinner. All day I was as excited as I had ever been, and I prepared early. I washed thoroughly in my room, and shaved my face, arms and legs. I had never been one to need to shave much; and even after more than a week, there was little hair to remove. I put on my make-up carefully, having practised a lot with mother. My aim was to look beautiful and feminine, yet hopefully not obviously too made-up. My eyebrows were already beautifully arched, and I had but to pluck out a couple of longer hairs to complete my grooming. Powder-blue undergarments trimmed in lace and a thin cotton chemise went on, followed by my corset. I was only able to tighten it partway, as the cords went behind my back. Whilst waiting for Mother, who was coming to help me dress, I put on pure white silk stockings, which attached to my corset through garters. The underwear felt soft and feminine against my skin, whilst the bones of the corset held me snug in a firm but comforting way. After fitting my long wig, I took to my sewing as I waited for Mother, embroidering a pretty pin-cushion with a beautiful tulip, streaked in purple and white. It wasn't as good as Mother's work, of course, but better than anything I had seen my sister create. "That's very nice, Evelyn" said Mother warmly. I jumped slightly, having not heard her come in. "Goodness, Mother!" I cried. "You startled me!" "I am sorry, dear. You were quite engrossed in your work it seems. Now, shall we tighten you up?" "Yes Mother" I said, standing. I turned so she could tighten the straps of my corset. She pulled them tightly, such that it became quite difficult to breathe fully. When I complained, she chided me. "For shame, Evelyn! I have let you loose too much this past week, I think. You look far more pleasing to the eye when you are well drawn in, and should be willing to make sacrifices for the sake of appearances. Think of me, spinning webs of deceit about you; or your uncle Silas, haring around the country after your half-wit sister. All you are asked to do is sit and look pretty - is that too much to ask?" "No Mother," I said, wilting. "Hmmmph!" she snorted, pulling one more time till I gasped. Finally satisfied, she tied off the straps at my back. "That's better," she said. After slipping a white underskirt on me, she spoke again. "Now, this is a dress of your sister's which hasn't fitted her for a while; but you are more slender than her now - let us try it on." I smiled as she lifted a beautiful deep purple dress, pleased she had noticed that I had slimmed down slightly. I lifted my hands and slid into the heavy dress, which slid down to rest on my hips. Mother tied up the ribbons at the back, whilst I adjusted the sleeves and the neckline. I admired myself in the mirror. I looked so pretty! This dress sat lower on my neck, which was very graceful and smooth, having been carefully shaved and powdered. I had never had a noticeable Adam's apple, fortunately. "Here, Evelyn. This is for you to wear today" said Mother, holding out her hands. She held a beautiful platinum pendant in the shape of a bird, supported below three thin torcs that she slipped carefully about my neck. It had been my grandmothers, and before that had been in the family for over a century. I blushed with pride as Mother adjusted it in the hollow of my décolletage. "Beautiful." she said with pride. I glowed happily, loving the sight of the pretty girl I had become. "I have received a letter from Silas," she said with a slight smile. "He has found word of your foolish sister, working at an inn. He will retrieve her this very day, and in a couple of days they will be on the coach coming south." I calculated quickly. "So that would give them... Three days before the wedding, Mother." "Exactly. A little less time than I had hoped, but time enough to prepare your sister's dress, and teach her what she needs to know." --- Within an hour or so, our guests had arrived. Mr. Graves; as darkly handsome as ever. Mr. Evans, his older business partner, grey-haired but solid and vital. Mr. Coombs, the vicar of Spitalfields; and his wife Bianca. It was a small gathering; most unusual to me as I had to remain so demure and uninvolved - I was used to being able to voice my opinion, speak of science and politics and so forth; but Evelyn was expected to sit quiet and listen. Jenny and Maryanne busied themselves serving food, and filling glasses, and I noticed every man's eyes lingering on my pretty Jenny's curves at least once. My soft-spoken impression of my sister seemed to fool everyone, at least over dinner. After we had finished, Mr. Evans suggested that I sing for everyone. Fortunately, Mother thought fast, and quickly explained that I had strained my voice singing in church. The others professed sympathy, and the conversation quickly moved on. After dinner, Mrs. Coombs and Mother and I withdrew to the drawing room to drink port, and talk of weddings and of marriage. Once again, Mother took care to answer for me often, lest my ignorance of such feminine topics give me away. I probably drank a little more port than was truly advisable, and found myself a bit giddy. I looked up when the door to the sitting room slid open, and Mr. Graves came through boldly. He held a slim package in his hands. "I wonder if I might beg a private audience with my fiancée?" he asked politely. Mother nodded. "Of course, Mr. Graves. Evelyn, won't you take Mr. Graves through to your late father's study?" I stood up. "Of course Mother" I said, bobbing a quick curtsey to Mrs. Coombs before lighting a taper and leading Mr. Graves from the room. We walked a little way down the corridor, and into my father's study; a snug room lined with books. It was once warm, with an ever-roaring fire, but this had not been lit for several years. I had pictured myself sitting there often on my voyage to and from the New World, and had hoped to make the room my own when I returned. How my plans had changed! Behind him, Mr. Graves closed the door completely, and pulled the heavy velvet curtain across. He turned towards me in the dim light of the candles I had lit from my taper, their flickering light casting across his heavy brows almost sinisterly. "Evelyn." he said in a deep voice. "Sir." I replied meekly. My mind was awhirl with images, remembering how he had used me last time we met, and how I had debased myself since then thinking of it. "I have a gift for you, Evelyn" he said, holding out his paper package. I thanked him as I took it, and undid the strings holding it together. Within was a slim volume; a book bound in leather. I trembled slightly as I opened it. Several strips of paper were held within at various points, clearly marking pages of importance. "It is an edited version of the full manual of sexual pleasures" rumbled Mr. Graves. "It is focused on the ways in which a woman can please her man. I bit my lip, my cheeks burning as I blushed with shame. "I have marked some of the pages, which cover those activities I deem most important, Evelyn." he said. "I wish you to prepare yourself that we might partake in them all on our wedding night." I opened the first page, revealing the title and author. It seems that this book was based only loosely on the original, and rather than being translated, it had been appended by the patroness of a London bawdy house and her staff. The first marked page, unsurprisingly, showed a woman taking a man's shaft in her mouth. "Read to me what it says" ordered Mr. Graves. "Ah, it, er - the title is a new word to me, Sir - Fellatio?" He nodded impatiently and I read on. "This being the act of taking a man's shaft into one's mouth, and stimulating it to 'orgasm'. The act can be performed entirely with the mouth; or the hands may be used to stimulate the partner in a variety of ways. It is desirable for the giver of pleasure to take in and swallow all of the spermatic juices, which are inoffensive and nutritious. It is not possible to become pregnant through any amount of fellatio, which is a major advantage to this pleasurable act." I looked up at. Mr. Graves. "Read on - learn, girl." "Some of the secrets of the successful courtesan follow" I began, coming to a list. "Lick his plums and shaft all over to get them ready" "Try and get right down deep to the base. If you can't, practise with a carrot or candle till you can." "Play with his balls. Give them a good squeeze - see if he likes it." "Plenty of spit is the key." "Don't forget your hands. Rub his shaft and tickle his plums. "The head will swell even more when he is close to spilling his seed. If it tastes bitter, feed him a spoonful of honey morning and night to sweeten it." "Suck on his plums." I blushed, stumbling over the simple, yet graphic sentences. I heard cloth rustling, but did not dare look. "Put your f... Put your - your finger up his arse. They like that." "Tickle the eye at the top with your tongue." "Suck gently and stroke his shaft for awhile, then go hard and fast. When he gets close, slow down again." Mr. Graves took one of my hands, guiding it to the thick, fleshy shaft liberated from his tight trousers. It jerked slightly as I took it in hand and began to stroke the loose skin up and down. I was breathing heavily now, as much as my corset allowed, but read on. "Let it out once in a while, and pleasure the shaft." "If you want something from him, this is the time to ask." "Don't forget to breathe steady. Use your nose, or breathe around the shaft if you can." The thick shaft of Mr. Graves' cock throbbed in my hand. He placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed gently down. I slid to my knees obediently. Mr. Graves took the book from me, and I looked ahead at his staff, which throbbed in my hand. Pink and veiny; the plum at the top swollen and purple. "Pleasure me, Evelyn." he ordered me. I couldn't believe how eager I was to do as he ordered. I had been thinking about this so much. Why? Just the sensual pleasure of feeling my mouth filled with warm, moist flesh. The feelings of surrender, wantonness, of helplessness. My mouth opened wide as I fed his cock between my lips. My nose filled with the smell of him, the musky aroma of his groin filling my senses completely. The soft skin against my tongue made me quiver with delight, and I melted with delight as my mouth was filled to overflowing with his firm male flesh. Slowly, I began to slide my mouth up and down his thick shaft, my head bobbing up and down gently. He moaned softly, and surge of pride rushed through me. Why did it make me so happy to hear that? I submitted willingly to him, whilst deep within my skirts my own cock throbbed stiffly, imprisoned in my pretty blue underwear. "Oh Evelyn..." he groaned. I pumped at his shaft, sucking greedily at the half lying within my warm mouth. His hips bucked back and forth slightly, gently thrusting further in and out of my mouth. I closed my eyes, thinking of the sensual pleasures I was giving and receiving, and the wickedness of submitting so, in secret, to another man. His thick shaft slid smoothly between my widely-stretched lips, filling my mouth with the sensual, musky taste of him. I let him slide out most of the way, holding just the ripe plum of his glans remain between inside, and licked around it within my mouth. He groaned with pleasure, pushing his hips forward. For a minute, I brought his shaft completely from my mouth, kissing it and licking it. On my knees in submission, it felt like I was worshipping his manly erection, and truly I felt it was only right to do so; so large was his cock compared to my own. Thinking of the remarks I had read briefly in the book, I reached around behind him with my left hand, grasping at his firm buttocks; pulling them towards me as I fed the thick cock back between my hungry lips. Now, I took the shaft as deep as I could, pressing past my soft palate and fighting the urge to gag. I succeeded in pushing at least two-thirds of his organ into my mouth, my lips nearly brushing his smooth-fronted trousers. I bobbed my head back and forth, bringing fresh moans from the eager man standing dominantly over me. Soon, I felt the plum of his cock-staff swell within my mouth, and worked it back into the main part of my mouth, so I might taste the fruits of my labours. Sure enough, a few moments later, his cock erupted, a jetting stream of thick come; musky and rich, tasting unique and manly in my mouth. It was too much to take in a single swallow, and a dribble escaped my lips, running down to my chin as I swallowed hungrily, milking the excited shaft for every drop. I held his shaft in my mouth till it was drained, and beginning to droop before letting it slide cleanly from my lips; gleaming from being licked clean by my willing tongue. Finally, I ran a finger along my chin, bringing the last morsel of sperm to my lips, and licking it clean. Mr. Graves fastened his trousers closed, and finally lifted me to my feet. He smiled at me almost tenderly, but did not speak as he led me out of the study. I waited in the corridor to catch my breath, whilst Mr. Graves rejoined the men. I stayed there a couple of minutes before I had a most unexpected surprise. Behind me, the door to my father's study slowly opened, and Penny emerged carrying an empty wine glass, her lips stained slightly pink. She had seen everything! We stood there staring at each other for a moment; her bosom heaving as my lips trembled. After several heartbeats, we turned as one; I rejoining the ladies whilst Penny took to the servants' corridor towards the kitchen. Soon, we were saying our goodnights. Mr. Graves and his friends were staying in the guest rooms before heading back to London in the morning, giving us eight days until the wedding. My sister would be married, and I would go back to my pedestrian life as Edward. I was no longer sure though, that I could be fully happy with my life as it had been. Something would need to change, but little did I suspect how things would truly transpire... --- I slept uneasily that night. Penny had surely watched everything; every moment of my humiliating submission. It was little comfort that she thought I was my sister. I wondered what I should do - should I say nothing? Or should I approach her? And if so, what should I say? Should I tell Mother? That at least was an easy decision - I wasn't going to tell my mother any such thing! I awoke early, and after Mother's usual help with my corsets, dressed for breakfast. Maryanne was serving dishes, and I wondered what Penny was doing. Not much later, I saw that the housekeeper had her cleaning floors, and I was not able to talk with her at all. The rest of the day, I made attempts to speak with Penny, but she was never alone. We did work our few servants hard! In the end, I decided that talking to Penny could wait - she might tell of what she had seen, but I hoped not. After a cold dinner, I took wine up to my room, to read by the fire. I curled up in my favourite chair with not one but two books. The first was a large book of poetry; and concealed beneath it, the book Mr. Graves had given me. I opened at the first page, which was a brief explanation of its contents, and tuned on. On the next page was a picture of a naked man. His male parts were highlighted in a second picture and labeled with their Latin names on one side, many with a 'common' name or two below. It was quite surprising how many common names there were listed here. A man's shaft might be referred to as his 'Bishop's Staff', Cock', 'Lance', 'John Thomas', 'Johnson', 'Manhood', 'Member', 'Pork sword', 'Trouser Snake', 'Truncheon' or his 'Willy'. His testicles had near as many names, mostly after types of fruit. The third page was a similar design, this time a careful drawing of a nude woman, as well as an expanded picture of her female parts. Again, both were labeled with Latin and 'common' name or two below. The list of names for the female parts included 'Cunny', 'Cunt', 'Fanny', 'Flower', 'Purse' and 'Pussy'. I decided that my favourite word was cunny, followed by pussy. They just sounded cleaner and more elegant. A woman's breasts might be referred to as 'Boobies', 'Bubbies', 'Knockers', 'Tits' or any of a dozen more terms. The fourth page spoke of sperm, and of a woman's monthly cycle; and the times she was most (and least) fertile. It was interesting; albeit quite dry reading. Finally, on the fifth page was a well-rendered sketch of love-making. A man and a woman, both nude. The woman was seated astride the man's lap, and he had bent his neck to take her breasts in his mouth. The page was headed 'Foreplay'. I didn't read, but flicked on; the next page showing the same couple reclining; his hand between her spread legs, and hers on his Johnson. On the next page, the picture showed a woman on her back with a man laying upon her; his cock protruding into her cunny. It was entitled 'The Missionary Position'. Costume Drama Ch. 02 A brief paragraph described the simple mechanics of the situation in plain terms; and once again there were a slew of remarks and advice below, in italics: "Every man's favourite - they all come back to it in the end." "Don't expect great things unless he has a lovely big cock" "Be sure that either he or you is well wetted before taking place; especially if he is large" There was a timid knock at the servant's door, and I jumped a little. I closed the book and slid it down besides me. I called out to come in, opening my book of poetry at random. I wasn't totally surprised when Penny came in, wearing a thick flannel night-gown, her head hanging low. I was taken aback at how guilty she looked though. All she had done was slip away with a glass of wine, whilst I... She came in front of me and spoke meekly. "I... I'm sorry, Miss" she muttered shyly. "Penny... Penny, I know what you... what you must think." I replied, hardly able to look up myself. "But what you saw was private... An act between a man and his wife-to-be." "Yes, Miss." she said meekly. I gained a little confidence from her defensiveness, and looked up. "Mr. Graves will be my husband shortly... He must be, to save this house and home; to save your job, Penny!" I said, with increasing force. "It is something... Not something which I enjoy, Penny. "I lied. The truth, as I was uncomfortably aware, was that I enjoyed it immensely. "But I must be prepared to make sacrifices for my marriage - and for my family." I finished. Penny nodded, and dropped to her knees, clasping her hands together and placing them in my lap. "I'm sorry, Miss. I judged you most harshly at first. But then I began to think about you being promised to Mr. Graves already - and if he is to be your husband soon... Does it really matter if you act so just a few weeks before your vows?" "If I did not Penny, I fear that there would be no marriage vows" I said firmly. "He was most direct about that - and the other things he wanted in the future!" Penny nodded. "He gave you a book, Miss." I nodded. "He wants me to learn things from it - things that will wait till we are man and wife." I said. "Have you... Have you started to read it, Miss?" asked Penny innocently. I blushed, giving away the truth, and Penny gave a tiny smile. "Could I see it, Miss?" I hesitated. Surely my sister would want this private? But she did not know Penny as well as I did - and would soon leave the house for good. What harm could come from it? I had to admit, I found the thought of reading with Penny very exciting. "Penny, I'm not sure..." I started cautiously. Seeing her excited face fall melted my reservations "You must promise never to tell a soul!" Her face lit up. "Oh, never Miss" she said earnestly. I smiled back at her, and bade her light the room with candles. Soon we were well lit, and we sat together on the small couch. We sat, and I showed her some of the pages I had seen already. Penny could not read herself, and so I read aloud to her any words she wished to know. Soon, we were giggling like a couple of giddy schoolgirls. The room was warm, particularly so close to the fire; and I was able to loosen my robe to sit in my cotton shift. Penny wore a thick flannel night-dress, and looked most uncomfortably sweaty. The heavy material clung to her lush curves, and I was transfixed by a trickle of sweat that I saw gather in the hollow of her neck for several heartbeats before disappearing down the front of her dress. Remembering the lush beauty of her bathing in front of me, I wondered about seeing her body one more time. Could I suggest she disrobe once more? "Penny, you are so hot and sweaty," I exclaimed, loading my softest voice with concern. "Yes, Miss. This gown is so heavy; it is very fine in winter, but not so good in the late summer; and especially in front of the fire." she said, hardly complaining despite her obvious discomfort. "Slip it off, Penny. We are both girls, after all. I'll not tell, with you bearing my own secrets." Penny looked worried, but her hands came to the ties at her throat. "I'm not sure, Miss. Should we...?" "Penny." I said calmly. "Don't be a silly goose, and take off your dress. You're far too hot, and it's nothing I didn't see when you were bathing." She looked almost relieved as I took control, and she smiled as she unlaced the top of her shift. "Oh well Miss. If you say so." she said, pulling the cords free. I watched with a slight smile as she slipped her hands in through the arms, shuffling within her tent-like garment until she was ready to pull it over her head. In a single smooth moment, she was naked, displaying her glorious breasts, despite draping the heavy flannel around the front of her waist. Her golden hair trailed down beside her head, the tips brushing the upper slopes of her breasts. I couldn't help staring once again, and she giggled, lifting her breasts with a delicate hand beneath each. "They are big, aren't they?" she laughed. "Oh Penny!" I said with undisguised envy. "I wish I was blessed like you. I have hardly any breasts at all!" I said, pressing my own hands against my chest. This was something of an understatement, although there had always been a little fat on my chest. I had been a stout little boy, and as I had grown, it had smoothed away everywhere but there. "Oh miss," she said sympathetically, "We can't none of us help the way we're built". She put her arm around me, hugging me softly. "But your bubbies, Penny..." I began, bringing my hand up close to gesture at them. She turned slightly, and suddenly her breast was filling my hand. We both drew in our breath in shock, but neither of us moved as my hand held her breast, the warm fullness of it diverting my attention completely. Penny began to breathe again, and I watched as my hand gently caressed her bosom, the thumb sliding up to caress her soft pink nipple tenderly. "Oh Miss!" she said softly, not moving at all. I recovered my wits, and pulled my hand back. "I'm so sorry Penny, I shouldn't!" "Oh no Miss - I didn't mind! I know you was just curious. Come, take them again" she said, taking my hands in her own, and guiding them to her heaving chest. A moment later, my hands were full of her warm, firm, yet yielding flesh. "Oh Penny" I murmured. "I am so envious of you! What I would not give for so beautiful a bosom as yours! So soft, so warm, so welcoming. What man could resist so buxom a maid?" The light pink nipples began to stiffen in my hands, and shortly they were flushed a deeper pink, and protruding a half-inch from her proud breasts. "Oh that feels nice, Miss. I'm all hot inside" said my maid, breathlessly. She reached for the book, turning a page. The picture of a man and woman appeared his mouth at her breast. We both froze, and our eyes met. We watched each other for a moment, and I felt the need of her. I bent my neck, bringing my head down; Penny holding her breath as my lips approached her breasts. My lips parted, and I took her firm nipple between them. Firm and warm, but oddly tasteless, I sucked the sensual flesh into my mouth, instinctively taking as much of her breast inside my mouth as I could, before releasing it to take just the nipple lightly between my teeth. Penny sighed deeply as I began to nurse at her young breast, suckling the nipple to a hard tip. For some minutes we clung to each other; me teasing one nipple between my lips whilst caressing the other breast with my hand. Penny let out soft moans from time to time, her hands caressing my hair and shoulders. I heard a page turn, and heard Penny murmur, "Oh Miss..." The next page showed the man caressing a woman in her arms, his fingers between her legs. My mouth released Penny's nipple and our eyes met once more. For a moment, the only movement was my hand on her breast, and then my other hand took the back of her head and pulled us gently together. Penny relaxed into my arms as our lips came together, and we kissed for the first time. Her lips were so soft against mine as we pressed our lips together with increasing passion. We kissed again and again, the feel of the lithe young woman naked in my arms inflaming my ardour, and fully stiffening the thin cock hidden in my night-dress. My hand finally released her breast, and began to slide down. Down her chest and flat stomach until it brushed the golden curls at the bottom of her belly. Our kisses stopped for a moment, and we watched each other's eyes as Penny's legs uncurled from beneath her; her heavy night-gown slipping to the floor. In a moment, her naked legs parted to allow my hand free reign. My fingers trailed downwards through her curled hairs until reaching the smooth lips hidden deep between her thighs. Gently, I teased her nether lips with my fingers, feeling them become sticky, and then moist. As I rubbed back and forth, my fingers began to slide deeper, until the first two fingers of my hand were knuckle-deep in her juicy slit. Penny moaned, and I kissed her again; her tongue pressing out and sliding hungrily into my mouth. My finger slid deeper, and she grabbed my wrist, pushing my fingers right in, till my hand pressed against her and could go no further. Her hips pressed up, and with her guidance, I began to pump my fingers in and out. My head bowed to bring my lips back to her breasts, freeing her own lips to moan as I stimulated her. The air filled with soft moans and sounds of kissing, and the regular sucking and wet noises of my fingers sliding in and out of her. The scent of her drifted up to my nostrils, driving my own unfulfilled lust. She began to jerk back and forth, pulling at my wrist, grunting softly with excitement in soft moans till she suddenly spasmed, her whole body and face tensing as she cried out quietly. Her internal muscles clenched about my fingers as she moaned passionately, sliding out of my other arm to lay full length on the floor. Lying naked on the floor, the young girl was more breathtaking than ever. In the full flush of arousal, her large breasts heaved up and down with every breath. Her belly curved gently down to a light forest of fine yellow hair which was rudely interrupted by my hand; two fingers buried deep between her love-lips. I truly wanted nothing more than to tear off my feminine clothes and slide my stiff shaft inside the beautiful girl lying there, but knew I could not. Instead, as my fingers began to move again, I shuffled round to kneel fully between her legs. Her scent tugged at me, and my face leaned towards her pussy. This evening, it seemed that my body was turning desire to deed faster than my mind could follow; and before I had time to consider the full ramifications of my action, my tongue was sliding against the top of her love-lips, above my fingers. My god! Her nipples had tasted of little, but this...! The taste of her erupted in my mouth, and all I could do was want more. Penny moaned as my tongue played across her delicate labia. Her blonde sex-hairs tickled my nose as I pressed my face into her sweet, sweet pussy. I continued to slide my two fingers in and out of Penny's hot, wet sex as I forced my tongue out as far as it could go, the root aching as I licked at her. I don't know how long we went on like this, but Penny's beautiful body shook again and again in paroxysms of delight, till she gasped for air. Finally, I lifted my head and crawled the length of her naked body to lie down beside her, and cradle her head against my chest. I stroked her hair soothingly as she slowly recovered her senses, and we shared gentle kisses once more. ----- I slept deeply that night, once I had soothed Penny, and later stroked myself off to a rich climax. I thought only of my beautiful maid as I did so, although my thoughts eventually turned to Mr. Graves as I licked up my own thick semen from my hand. The next three days passed quickly. On the fourth, I had to hide away as my sister's close friend Charlotte Bryant visited, looking to see my sister before the wedding. In my room for most of the day, I read through the Kama Sutra in full; my mind thoroughly expanded by what I had read there. The aspects of sex Mr. Graves was keen for Evelyn to know were fellatio, sodomy, the dog, the bear and the snake. He had also marked pages where abuses such as spanking and the rod were inflicted on the woman; although the writing made it clear that positions could easily be reversed. His choices showed an interest in the anus as keen as in the pussy, and I could not help but wonder how it would feel to have his thick, warm cock pressing into my bottom. How full would it feel? How satisfying? I found the two carrots I had been using to stimulate myself; the thick one for my mouth, and the thin one I had placed in my bottom. Could the larger root fit there? It seemed unlikely, but the book was fairly clear that the bottom could be stretched to accommodate most members without difficulty. The larger carrot was twelve inches long, and near two inches thick at the base, which I could not fit in my mouth. Just a few minutes later, I was naked but for my wig, the thinner vegetable easing it's way into my rectum. The sensation was pleasing, bringing my own shaft to its full five-inch length. Crouching on the floor by the bed, I withdrew the orange shaft, and coated my fingers in cold cream. Then I knelt up, laying my head and shoulders onto the bed, and reaching behind with both hands. The fingers of my left hand splayed my buttocks, whilst the creamy fingers of my right pressed against my anal opening. Two fingers slid in fairly easily, but the thick carrot would be a more challenging implement. I pumped my fingers back and forth, enjoying the sensation of penetrating myself and feeling the tight ring clenching around my fingers. Once I was well-lubricated, I pulled my fingers out, leaving my bottom feeling more than a little empty. I wiped my greasy fingers on a handkerchief I had by for the purpose, and picked up the well-creamed carrot. The blunt tip nosed at my anus as I pulled at my bottom-cheeks. It slid in without difficulty, but rapidly became quite tight. I pressed on, taking the thick shaft of the vegetable inside me, gasping as my anal opening was stretched. By the time I had pressed half of the carrot inside me, my bottom felt well-stretched, and I wondered how far I could go. My own shaft pressed against the side of the bed, eager for attention, but both my hands were busy. Rather than simply pushing on, I began to withdraw the root, and then push in, with a gentle pumping action such as a lover might use. Oh! It felt so good, the rhythmic in and out movements triggering impulses of pleasure to spark from my abused anus. I felt no shame or guilt as I reveled in the pleasure that mistreating my body so gave to me. It seemed quite right that I do this; to penetrate myself so whilst imagining that it was my darkly handsome husband-to-be doing it to me. I could picture him there behind me, pushing his strong, thick cock in and out of my bottom. I released my buttocks to grab my own shaft, pumping it quickly in my clenched fist as my excitement grew. I felt my orgasm begin, and straightened up, moving my hand up to my glans to catch my sticky ejaculate as it erupted. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement, and turned towards it reflexively as my orgasm came. Penny stood in the servant's doorway, which I had forgotten to lock, staring at me with an expression of shock and confusion. I could do nothing to control myself; and she watched as my hips bucked forwards, and my sperm filled my hands and overflowed, dribbling onto the floor. Some moments later, when I had control of my body once more, I turned away in horror; and did not see as Penny turned and fled. --- The rest of that day, I felt physically sick. Penny stuck so close to the housekeeper that I dared not try to talk to her. Whenever she looked at me, an expression of confusion and disgust seemed to cross her face. I spent the rest of my time curled up on the bed, sobbing miserably. I couldn't even look at the book. I managed to hide my feelings when Mother came to tell me that Charlotte Bryant had gone home, apparently with the beginnings of a cold. I knew my fate was in Penny's hands now; the hands of a girl whose naked body I had plundered mere days before. The next day was just four before the wedding. At breakfast, Mother showed me a letter from Uncle Silas. He and Evelyn had had coach trouble, slowing them down, but would meet us in London two days hence. It was cut fine, to be sure! Would Penny keep my secret so long? Or even afterwards - this ploy must be kept from all people forever. Only my journal and I would know! As I worked carefully on my makeup, I resolved to seek out Penny, and beg her indulgence. I dressed in a fresh pair of stockings, my corset and underskirts, then a pretty light blue dress, decorated with fine silk ribbons. I finished with a pair of soft blue slippers, and twirled, my skirts whirling out around me. As Mother arrived to tighten the corsets and close the back of my dress, I resolved to do whatever Penny wanted to gain her confidence. "I shall be traveling to town today and confirm plans for the wedding breakfast," said Mother. "You are doing very well Evelyn, and I want you to continue being a good girl." Her voice wavered momentarily, and I wondered at what emotions she was feeling. No doubt she was as concerned over the wedding, and my sister's attendance as I was. "I shall, Mother." I replied. "Don't fret Mother, all shall be well!" I stood and turned, bobbing a curtsey to her with a smile. She looked a little shocked, and I couldn't help but give her a hug, and then kissed her on the cheek softly. "I will be a good girl, Mother. I know the family is depending on me!" ---- Soon, Mother had left for the day, and I sought out Penny. Speaking with our only other maid at breakfast, Maryanne, I found that Penny was due to spend the first part of the morning cleaning the guest bedrooms. I found her in our third guestroom, sweeping away the cobwebs that had gathered in the eaves. She looked at me with surprise, and then a little anger. "What are you doing here - Miss?" she said accusingly, the last word flung like a dagger at my heart. I sank to my knees at her feet, clutching her hand, apologising repeatedly for deceiving her. She demanded to know why, and I could not hold back; telling her everything. "My sister ran away, not wishing to wed Mr. Graves, and Mother had me impersonate her to prevent a scandal. Uncle Silas returns with her from Manchester even now. But to hide her flight, I have lived in her room, worn her clothes, and been... courted by her soon-to-be husband." "Courted? That's not a word your book would use for what you did for him! Another man?" "But I had to! We are all but bankrupt, Penny. The only way we can pay our debts, and stay here at Croftworth is to wed my sister to Mr. Graves, whose money will support us. I had no choice!" "Really? Because you seemed to be enjoying... what you were doing... I could see how you looked, the pleasure in your eyes. You didn't resist at all!" I quailed, hardly able to disagree. "You are not a man!" she cried. "A man would not dishonour himself so! A man would not have dishonoured me so!" "Penny, I am sorry! I did not mean to! I thought you were enjoying it!" Penny was so angry. "How dare you! I thought I was just playing - learning - an innocent with a wiser woman. But in truth, a man was taking advantage of me!" "No, Penny, I swear! Forgive me, Penny. I will do anything!" I cried. "Humph!" Penny snorted, turning her back to me and folding her arms. I softened my voice, pleading gently with her. "Penny, I am so sorry for abusing your trust. It was shameful, as has been my conduct in all ways these past weeks. I beg your forgiveness, and indulgence. Once my sister has been married, I will put this all behind me, and I will leave for Holmshead if you wish me gone." Costume Drama Ch. 02 Penny turned back, genuinely surprised. Her appearance softened a little. "I can't think about this now. If you can take one woman's place, you can take another's. Clean the rooms and I will think on it." She handed me her long duster, and I took it with a nod of my head, happy to be doing something which might mollify her just a little. Penny disappeared as I dusted, and began cleaning the surfaces with all the efficacy I could. It was surprisingly busy work simply cleaning a room, and in a half-hour, I had worked up a light sweat by the time Penny returned. She looked angry still, with thin lips and walking stiffly, so I didn't say much, but meekly did her bidding. We passed the morning cleaning bedrooms, and she put me to scrubbing floors as well. Slowly, her demeanour softened over the day, and late in the afternoon, she dismissed me with something approaching friendliness. "Well, you've worked hard today, Evelyn." said Penny. "I shall be needed in the kitchen now, and you may go back to your room. I will see you later." Dinner that evening was cold cuts of meat pie, and hot potatoes; but I didn't eat too much. Even though I felt sure that Penny wouldn't betray me, I still felt sick to my stomach that she had caught me abusing myself so. --- That evening, Penny came to my room. She carried a tray of food; piled with bread and meat, and a bottle of wine. She sat in my chair by the fire I had lit, and motioned me over. "Come on over, Evelyn. Talk to me," she said firmly. "What do you want me to say? You know it all, my whole pathetic story." I said sadly. "Yes. But what do you have to say about last night? And the night I came to your room?" she asked plainly. She took a bite of food, and picked up her wine, swirling it around the glass. "I am so sorry about that, Penny." I sobbed. "I took advantage of you, of your naivety." Penny's lips firmed up. "Yes, you did." she said a little bitterly. "And I think you should be punished for it." "Yes, I should" I whimpered pathetically. "Anything, Penny. Please let me make it up to you." I begged, curling up on the floor at her knees. Penny said nothing for a minute as she sat still, eating her cold cuts. She took a draught of wine as she regarded me coolly. "I don't see why I shouldn't shout your sorry tale from the rooftops," she said bitterly. "You have stolen my dignity - should you not lose yours?" "Have I not lost dignity enough, Penny?" I begged again. She looked thoughtful. "Perhaps. But I think you should lose some more - just to show the truth of your repentance." "I will do anything Penny. Just do not destroy my family as punishment for my misdeed!" She took another draught of wine. "Fine. Then let me see how this pretty picture is made" she said. "Take off your dress." I hesitated for a moment, and then reached for my buttons. I was able to undo a number of them, and turned, silently asking Penny to help me. With a slight flounce, she did so; unbuttoning me the rest of the way, and loosening the ribbons about my middle. Once these were undone, I was able to slip the heavy dress over my head. Penny went back to finishing her supper. I felt so ashamed, standing there in my petticoats; although I knew it would but get worse. Slowly, I slipped these off one by one till I wore just my thin shift, and my closest undergarments. Finally, I took off the shift, revealing the hip bustles and tight cream-coloured corset which squeezed my thin form into a semblance of femininity. Below, I wore white cotton stockings, each held to the corset by four pale blue ribbons. Penny was open-mouthed. "That's amazing Miss Ev...er, Miss Evelyn." I was rather touched that even now, she used the name she had known me best by. I slipped off the bustles, losing my feminine hips, and then reached down and began to unfasten my garters. One by one, I slid my stockings off, and stood in just my corset and undershorts. Penny came behind me and unfastened my corset straps, working the tough strap till the corset was loose enough to move. I removed the stuffed pincushions I had hidden there (better than balls of wool, I felt) and pushed it off. Only my sisters' soft frilled undershorts hid what was left of my body. I did not wish to; and yet, Penny had already seen so much more of me! I had no choice, pushing the soft fabric down as she watched closely. My manhood hung down, shamefully half-engorged. Was there no humiliation that would not give rise to such a reaction? Penny bent forwards in her chair, staring at the member between my thighs. I wondered had she ever seen one before? "It doesn't look like the pictures" said Penny, a little disapprovingly. "It, er, it gets harder...at times." I said vaguely. I hung my head, naked before my maid, standing in a pile of my sister's undergarments. "What times?" she asked instantly. "When I am... When I'm excited." I said shamefaced. "So Mr. Graves' 'cock' was hard when you took it in your mouth... Was yours as well?" she enquired cunningly. I nodded. "So being used as a woman is exciting for men? Or is it just for you?" Penny continued mercilessly. "I - I know not, Penny" I said. "I have only experienced it these few weeks; and have never heard of any other man in such a situation. Perhaps it is some flaw in me, in my very constitution." "Perhaps it is being told what to do that excites you." she said perceptively. "Show me how you use your hands to pleasure yourself. That should be exciting." With dismay, I took hold of my shaft, rubbing gently. I was distraught, but my traitorous shaft quickly erected to its five inch length. Penny studied closely as I pulled the loose skin up and down, the glans appearing and disappearing beneath my foreskin. "Now, that is more like the pictures here!" said Penny with satisfaction. "Let us try some others..." She stood and reached into the pocket of her pinafore, and handed me a carrot; eight inches long, and thick at the end. She held it at her waist, like an obscene growth from her belly. "Do for me as you did for your husband-to-be" she ordered. I knelt with a sigh, reaching for the carrot with my hand, and slipping it into my mouth. The other hand remained on my shaft, for she had not told me otherwise. I took the stiff vegetable deep into my mouth, bobbing back and forth until my lips brushed against her pinny. My eyes must have closed, as I had to open them when she next spoke, pulling back. She handed me the book, the pages open. The picture showed one we had looked at a few nights before: Cunnilungus The picture showed a woman reclining in a chair, her skirts around her waist, and her legs spread wide. Between her legs knelt a man whose tongue was reaching out to touch the lips of her cunny. The comments of the wanton women who had contributed to this page were extremely indelicate, and all overwhelmingly positive about men performing this task 'for their ladies' pleasure'. I looked up from the book to see Penny sitting back onto the chair, at the very edge. She leaned back and opened her legs. "Come then, Sir." she said. "You who took your pleasure of me shall return it!" She lay back, breathing hard. I could sense her nervousness, the bravado that stood between her desires and her maidenly modesty. If I refused, she would likely lose her nerve quite quickly. But would I refuse? I had been as curious as she about this act, albeit from the alternate perspective. Before I knew it, I was leaning forward, my face moving towards her maidenhead. I could smell her, a sweet and musky scent that inflamed my desires. Cautiously, I reached out with my tongue, and was rewarded with a taste of earthly paradise, of sweet and spicy perfection. I needed no urging to press my face against her sweet cunny, my tongue pressing into her deeply and bringing forth a deep moan from her open lips. I glanced upwards, but my view was impeded by the bunched skirts, and I could not see Penny's pretty face. I could hear her breathing though; coming now deep and fast. Her excitement was plain, and she moaned again as I stroked my tongue the length of her velvet cleft. More sweet juices seemed to flow, almost as thick as honey, and far more delicious. I worked away between Penny's trembling thighs, drinking all I could of her sweet nectar till her thighs clamped about my head and a great spasm ran through her for several seconds. She jerked forwards before collapsing limply back into her chair, feebly pushing me back with her hand. She lay back gasping, not caring how she exposed herself, and my own ardour rose as I jerked harder on my 'cock' until a spasm of my own ran through me, and my member spat thick sperm into the air, and in the hand with which I sought to catch it. We sat gasping, watching each other in our debauchery as we caught our breath. By God! She was a most beautiful sight, reclining on the seat, her legs wide apart, cunny exposed, and above; her chest heaving with every breath. Once she had caught her breath, Penny stood, her skirts falling back around her legs. "Well, Sir" she spoke. "That was well done. I shall keep my peace for now. And I expect regular such service from you till such time as this... facade is no longer continued!" She held my gaze for several seconds, until I lowered my own, and nodded. She left, walking smoothly out of the servants' door in moments. I was left kneeling naked on the floor, my face sticky from her secretions. On the chair, an orange carrot drew my attention, conspicuous against the frilled fabric. But I managed to resist temptation, and took myself to bed. --- My mind was such a-flutter that I hardly noticed the next two days passing. By day, Penny was again the dutiful maid, and called me Evelyn. Each night, she came to my room for my oral administrations. The first night, she had me insert the carrot into myself before licking her on my knees again. The second, she drew a bath, unasked, and took to it herself; having me change into her own dress. Then, I served her as a maid; first washing her smooth back, and then soaping her silken legs as she reclined and lifted them in turn languorously from the water. As I washed her feet, an impulse came to me, and I kissed them submissively. Penny seemed most pleased with this, urging me to continue; and before long, I was sucking on her toes; my tongue writhing between them and producing from her little shivers of delight. Tiring of this, she stood and let the water pour off her magnificent body. Again, I was awe-struck by the beauty of her nakedness, and when she commanded me, leapt to obey. I took a small towel, and gently dried her; feeling every curve of her body through the soft fabric. I took particular care of her heavy breasts; and her nipples were swollen hard as I knelt down to dry her firm thighs. I dried each foot as she stepped from the bath, standing with feet apart on the floor. As I looked up at her, I did not resist at all as her hand curved behind my head and drew it to the cleft between her thighs. I licked deeply, savouring the spicy, earthy flavours of her juices before looking up at the naked curves of her belly, and her heavy breasts hanging over me. As if reading my mind, Penny told me to stand, and then drew my head to her bosom. My mouth fell against her left breast, and opened naturally to admit her firm pink nipple. As I nursed at her, my left hand stole up daringly to hold her other breast, whilst the other ran down her back to rest over her buttocks. Penny let me caress her for a short while as I suckled at her breast before leading me to the bed; telling me to lie on my back. The hair of my wig surrounded my head like a halo, as I lay in her maids' uniform like a sacrificial lamb. Then Penny climbed atop me, her knees either side of my head. As she looked down at me, I was again presented with her moist cunny, and needed no telling what to do. She rested atop me, trapping me between her thighs - ah, poor me! - and had me lick at her. She squeezed her own breasts as I licked her to first one, and then several orgasms as she rode my face like one might a horse. Oh those nights with Penny were heaven! But reality must intrude, as time marched inexorably onwards. It was two days before the wedding, and no sign of Uncle Silas. My nervousness rose through the day, until as evening fell, a single figure rode on a weary-looking horse, down the gravel path to the house. It was Silas - alone. His tale of woe was pathetic! He had found my sister indeed in Manchester - but the very next night, after he had posted his letter, she had drugged him, and tied him to his bed. It was late in the day when the chambermaid found and freed him, and my sister was long gone - along with his money pouch. She had fled, and it took him a day before he discovered the truth - and that she was on a steamboat, now well out into the Atlantic! My sister was running to the colonies! To America! I hardly listened the rest of it - how he had needed to sell his horse to pay Evelyn's bills, and buy an old nag to bring him home. How he had half-starved on little more than bread and beer each day. It was true; he was barely half the man who had rode out. But what cared I of his suffering? What of my own? It had all been for naught! My head span, and as Silas moaned, and Mother cried; I drank a bottle and a half of wine before collapsing into my bed. --- I had a head full of woes the next day, and begged Penny to brink me milk and honey in bed. At noon, Mother arrived, stern-faced. We must go to face Mr. Graves in London, she said. With luck, and humility, we could at least persuade him not to sue us for breach of contract. She left me Edwards - my - clothes; breeches and a cotton shirt. They felt so coarse against my skin, I secretly put on my frilled undershorts, and a pair of gartered cotton stockings beneath them. But still, these male clothes felt most strange! Silas drove us to London in the carriage, arriving there in the late afternoon. Mr. Graves would be staying at the Hyatt hotel that night, so we took there first. We were informed he was in, and waited nervously in the lobby as we were announced. Mother led the way in, as head of the household, and from behind her I saw Mr. Graves' handsome face welcoming us with a slight smile. After a short welcome, Mother got straight to the point. Evelyn was gone; run away since Mr. Graves' last visit. We had tried to find her, but to naught. Mr. Graves was thunderstruck! He shouted, and harangued us, and I hung my head in shame, until when I finally looked up, I caught his eye with my own. All of a sudden, he stopped. He picked up his drink with a shaking hand, and finished it with a long draught. "Madam," he started. "Will you excuse us? I must talk with your son - alone!" Mother started with surprise, and tried to demur, but Mr. Graves was most insistent. In a minute, Mr. Graves was ushering Mother out of the door, and locking it behind her. He came back and stood before me, towering over me as I sat quaking in my chair. I looked up nervously, and he drew in his breath. "My God!" he hissed. "Evelyn!" My mouth fell open - I was recognised. Seeing my reaction, he staggered back in surprise. "It is true" he whispered. "A man, by God!" I knew my secret was discovered, and that all our plans were undone. All we could do now was beg. And so I fell to my knees, and clutched at his legs desperately. "Sir please! We did not intend for this to happen! My sister ran away - and we dared not let you know." I was past the point of no return, and in a dozen breaths, the whole sorry saga was spoken. Mr. Graves looked white as a sheet, as though he had seen a ghost. He walked over to the dresser, and poured himself a stiff drink, taking half the draught in a single gulp before turning back to me. "I remember boys like you," he whispered. "In school." "Boys who were happy to kneel before bigger boys. To give them pleasure with mouth or fingers. Even to bend over for them like maids..." He walked towards me slowly. "You were such a boy?" he asked. "N...Never. Till I became Evelyn, Sir. These past six weeks. But... Playing the part of a woman, Sir - and reading your book..." "Yes - my book. You must have learned much, boy. Tell me, had you ever known the caress of a maiden before?" "But twice, Sir. In foreign climes" I answered honestly. "Yet you brought me such pleasure, boy. Pleasure I had not known these twenty years." Something began to click in my mind. Mr. Graves was a few years shy of forty. "You knew such pleasures before, Sir - in school?" He leaned back slightly, his waist pushing forwards. "I was always... one of the bigger boys..." My gaze fell to the large bulge in his trousers. And he saw it. "Once more, Evelyn. Taste me once more - you owe me no less." he said demandingly. He knew me, I now saw. Knew my own desires, the longing within my manly breast. I desired to do exactly as he said - as I always had! I stared at his swollen crotch, as he reached down and unfastened the buttons of his fly, and slid a hand within. A moment later, his hand withdrew and revealed his large, throbbing manhood; the thick shaft dotted with dark hairs, and the bulbous head as swollen as I had ever seen it. My mouth slowly opened, as inevitable as the jaws of fate itself. Mr. Graves stood, not moving as I bent slowly forward, smelling the musky scent of his arousal. My lips opened wide as I came close enough to taste him. Still, they were stretched wider still by his hot, throbbing flesh as it slid slowly and gleefully within me. My eyes closed as I breathed in through my nose, mouth filled with Mr. Graves's turgid shaft. The taste, feel and warmth of him filled my senses; as though I was nothing but a mouth, a warm receptacle for his pleasure. I moved back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I moaned, overcome with the different sensations of sucking him. Despite its erotic potential, I had no awareness of the impropriety of what I was doing. It felt natural, so natural for me to kneel before this man. Submission was what he deserved. What I needed. I opened my eyes, focussing on the thick shaft before me, as I bobbed along it. It pressed against the back my throat, and I focused on overcoming my reflex to gag. I had done it a couple of times, when I was practising with the carrots. His cock pushed further, and I swallowed. This movement allowed him to press on. I managed to resist the urge to pull back, and his thick shaft slid smoothly into my throat. Mr. Graves groaned as I swallowed more of his cock, which disappeared steadily within my throat. Finally, my lips moved against the opening of his fly, and between the open flaps of material. His pubic hairs tickled my lips as I pressed on till I reached the base. I reached up to my neck, feeling my throat bulge as the thick staff within stretched it to its limit. It felt strange, to feel my neck, and know that another man's cock lay within, that he was fucking my throat as he might a woman's cunny. His hips moved, and I struggled to stay still, then his hands took the sides of my head as he fucked my face. I struggled to breathe, but inhaled at the wrong time, and began to choke. I pulled back, his shaft erupting from my mouth and leaving me coughing; tears streaming from my eyes. I fell back, coughing weakly and rubbing my eyes. He watched me, breathing heavily. I looked in his eyes, catching a moment of what might have been tenderness, but it flickered and was gone. He spoke, roughly. "So, your talents with your mouth do not desert you. Did you imagine that you might treat me so on our wedding night? That I would not seek to find a woman's purse between your legs?" Costume Drama Ch. 03-04 Chapter 3 Perhaps luckily, I found that Frank was still not home, so had the time to use a shower as an opportunity to give myself an at least partially satisfying orgasm - so did not go to bed as totally frustrated as I otherwise would have done. And as I had only a relatively few hours between then and the following night's opening performance, I had little time to consider what, in other circumstances I might have seen as being a foolishly impetuous reaction. But what had happened between us in the car certainly added an extra amount of spiciness to our acting, which, as one or both of us was on stage for most of the first two acts, may well have lifted the cast's overall performance. However, although our characters were often the subject of discussion between the others, in the final act we did not actually appear until the third and final scene - when we were caught in that infamous kiss. That meant that we both had twenty or more minutes to wait before we were called for, and given the space that my crinoline took up, I had always made a point of staying well away from the wings during that time. That night I decided I would merely wait in the female changing room. But no sooner had I heard the sounds of preparation for the curtain to go up on the opening of the third act, than the door opened - it was Greg. He beckoned, and although not knowing why he did that, I followed - following him down the passage-way that I knew led to the wardrobe room. Now as I had brought my own costume it wasn't somewhere I'd been before, and although he didn't turn the light on, in the seconds before he shut the door there was just enough time for me to see at least something of it - and it took my breath away. A long, but relatively narrow room; the entire space almost filled with four or more very long racks of clothes, and although I didn't have time to take all of it in, it looked as though they included not only male and female outfits, but represented a whole range of both styles and eras. The only other thing I saw was at the end of the space between the nearest two rows, where there was a full length mirror - and beneath it, something also from another era, one of the almost waist-high wicker baskets that had once been used to both store and transport theatrical costumes and equipment. As he plunged us into total darkness, Greg reached for me, and said. 'Did you mean what I thought you did in the car last night? Or did I somehow misinterpret you?' Knowing how short our time was I pulled him to me and kissed him. 'I'll repeat what I said - does that answer that question?' I asked as we broke for air. 'I've never reacted like this with any other woman Margie - you've no idea how much I've wanted to make love with you. I know this is not how either of us would want it to be, but -' I interrupted him before he could find some reason why we shouldn't do it, right then and there. 'Ssh! Just help me get this damn skirt off Greg - there won't be time for the rest of the costume, but let's at least free the most critical part of me.' I turned around so he could get at the velcro fastening of the crinoline and both I and my pussy responded to just the sound of it being ripped apart, then I felt the hoop and skirt fall into a neatly tumbled nestling of fabric. As he lifted my feet so he could move the skirt aside, I regretted that he could not see and appreciate the fancy panties he'd exposed - but when I felt his lips pressing through the thin cotton stockings and against the backs of my knees, I felt myself trembling in anticipation and simply hooked my fingers into the waist-band and started pushing them downwards. Although we had such limited time, Greg seemed remarkably unhurried, using what seemed like several long minutes to do little more than slide his lips and fingers up and down the backs of my thighs - but slowly and surely moving them higher - then waiting until he heard my soft moans become just a little deeper before easing my legs even further apart. Then I felt his fingers move up between them, his hand curling as his fingers slipped up to and within the poutingly unfurled lips of my pussy. I gasped, and my whole body shook from the intensity of sensations that merely that simple movement sent rippling through me. By then the need I felt was stronger than any remaining feminine modesty I might have normally felt, and I heard myself grunting hoarsely. 'I want you Greg, I want you now!' Just as the rip of the velcro had stirred me, so even the soft purr of his zip seemed to heighten the feelings I was experiencing, and suddenly remembering the wicker basket, I moved forward and bent myself down over it - lifting my arse high, so he would have even easier access to me. He reached forward, his hands cupping my bottom, then as he came closer I felt the satiny smoothness of his cock-head brushing against the insides of my thighs - and for a moment I thought I was going to come from just the feel of it. But then as the blunt hardness of it found and then pushed a short way inside me - not wishing to miss any of what this cock might actually do for me - I somehow managed to restrain the rising surge, but hearing myself give a series of loud and breathless grunts as Greg began moving. At first he used nothing but short, sharp movements - his cock-head triggering the most electrifying thrills each time it grazed my tenderly sensitive pussy-lips - and of course the concentration of so much spine-tingling stimulation on just that small part of me further magnified the exquisite intensity of it. But even though I wished we had the time for me to take as much of that as he was prepared to give me, in fact it wasn't that long before I realised I then needed very much more of him. He obviously felt me thrusting myself hard back at him, then - and hearing my croaking cry. 'Deeper, harder - please!' - he finally thrust the entire length deep inside me. I gasped as he opened me - and although my judgement may well have been clouded by the strength of the thrills immediately coursing through me, it certainly seemed that his was clearly a cock that was decidedly longer, and probably also quite a bit thicker than Frank's. So much so that for a split-second or two, I wondered if I would be able to take it all. But of course that was a silly thought, and although its mass stretched me wide, I not only took it, I revelled in the size and vigour of it. Once confident that I wanted him that way, Greg gave up all pretence of cautious restraint - grunting gutturally as he began powering in and out of my wetly clutching pussy. 'Oh god! Oh Margie - that's, no you, you are incredible! Shit - I just can't begin to tell you how wonderful this feels!' He gasped as his thrusting grew ever faster, his cock seemingly plunging ever deeper. The combination of his passionate cry and feel of the throbbingly rigid length of his cock powering in and out of me, were too much - and suddenly I lost all control of myself; muffling my own shriller and probably quite deafening cries by biting down on my arm as I was carried into a series of rolling orgasms. Perhaps it was the extra tightness of my pussy's convulsing spasms that helped to increase the strength of the thrills Greg experienced, certainly it was only a minute or two before I heard the sound of a sharper, deeper intake of breath, then felt the increasing tension in his cock as that pre-ejaculate reaction pulsed through it - then he was smashing himself hard against me; his body slamming against my thighs and buttocks as I felt him pumping a series of powerful jets of semen inside me.. Our coupling had been so drainingly intense that it probably took us as long to recover and regain our breath as it had to actually fuck - and given that we then had to almost immediately get ourselves ready to go back on stage and into that other passionate embrace, I had no time to fiddle with my soaking wet panties, so spent the last act of the play with a mix of my pussy's juices, plus much of Greg's semen, trickling wetly down the insides of my thighs. But, I have to admit - I did rather like those feelings! Chapter 4 Of course the tension in the car was completely different from our other times, but Greg was sensible enough to say little until we were some distance away from the theatre, when he said. 'I don't know about you Margie, but I feel as though I've been hit by something resembling an express train!' 'Oh, that's not a very flattering analogy.' I replied, rather more light-heartedly. 'Oh shit - I'm sorry! I didn't mean it to come out like that. What I meant was, well it's just that I'm sure I've never previously responded as powerfully as I did with you. You really do something quite incredible to me.' 'Ah, that's much better.' I said, reaching across to rest my hand on his knee. 'And I'll admit that I'm positive I've never come as quickly as I did then.' 'I swear I had no idea we'd actually have sex, I mean when I came round to the changing room I just wanted to be with you, be somewhere where I could kiss you - I mean properly. What followed was totally unexpected. But absolutely wonderful!' he added enthusiastically. 'For me too Greg.' 'So, are we going to try for a repeat performance - or was that merely a one-off event?' he asked uncertainly. 'I'm really not sure Greg - unlike you, I'm still married.' 'I understand that Margie - but I don't think I could bear it if I thought I'd never have a chance to make love with you - I mean properly. What happened back there wasn't something I think either of us would actually call 'love-making' - was it!' 'No - but it was nonetheless exciting.' I answered. He grinned as he turned towards me. 'Oh it most definitely was that! But I want a chance to see you, touch you, caress you, give you a thousand kisses - everywhere! And we need a time and place in which we can do that. So at least please think about it.' 'I promise to do that Greg - just give me a little time please.' He nodded, smiled affectionately, then we both fell into relative silence for most of the rest of the trip. Time in which I thought deeply about his suggestion - which I had to admit I did find extraordinarily tempting. Just the thought of his lips kissing me - as he'd said, 'everywhere' - not to mention the idea of having those 'pianist's hands' caressing me, was enough to start re-stirring the juices that I'd earlier felt trickling down my thighs. But there were more troubled thoughts too - as I'd said, I was married, and this was the first time I'd ever been unfaithful. In one way I could rationalise my behaviour - after all it was Frank who had not only grown emotionally distant from me, but for more months than I cared to remember, had not even showed any physical interest in me. I was still a relatively young woman, and still had all the desires that are an essential part of being human - feelings and pleasures that needed to be both stirred and fulfilled. And powerful needs - both emotional and physical - both of which Frank had certainly failed to meet. So was I not more than justified in seeking consolation elsewhere? I wrestled with those troublesome thoughts - and had still not come to a definite conclusion - until, just as we were approaching the end of my street, Frank interrupted them, saying. 'The after-party! You are planning on joining us for the after-party, aren't you Margie?' 'I thought I would. Why?' 'It would give us a perfect opportunity - that is if you'd like to. I mean, once the thing is well under way we could just slip away, either go back to my place, or if you'd prefer it, to a motel. Just for an hour or two. Then of course I'd drive you home again. Please say you'll at least consider it.' I thought for a moment, then as he pulled up outside my home, I said I would - that is I would think about it. We kissed - briefly but nonetheless, passionately, then he drove away to leave me with the turmoil of the lure of the undoubted pleasurable excitement I'd no doubt experience during even just an hour or two of Greg's love-making - but thrills that would come with a price-tag of guilt and perhaps self-recrimination. But I think I actually made a decision when I once again found that Frank was still not home to greet me, and the immediate thought that there was undoubtedly some woman, somewhere, entertaining - and being entertained by - him. So when Greg arrived to collect me for the second night's performance, and even as he set off for the theatre, I said. 'If your suggestion is still valid, I'd love the chance of being with you for an hour or two on Saturday - but as I'm sure I'd feel more comfortable meeting on neutral ground I think your idea of a motel would be best.' Perhaps he had already reconciled himself to me refusing him, certainly the car swerved as he turned excitedly - 'Oh that's wonderful Margie! Absolutely wonderful!' - then, as he hurriedly corrected the car, he added - 'But I quite understand your preference for, neutral ground, as you called it, and I'll take care of a suitable motel for us. Somewhere convenient, so we don't spend too long driving to and fro.' 'Yes that's a good idea, I won't be able to spend that long there Greg, and don't bother about going too up-market, after all we won't need them to provide us with anything in the way of service.' I added meaningfully. 'No, I'll do my very best to provide all the servicing you require.' he replied, light-heartedly. 'Promises! Promises!' I responded. 'OK, you can tell me later whether or not I kept them. But for now, a slightly more pressing matter.' he continued. 'And that's as to tonight - am I going to you see during the second interval, or are you going to tell me back-off until Saturday?' I thought for a moment, but having already agreed to meet him it seemed silly not to allow myself the chance of experiencing a repeat of the excitement I'd felt the previous evening, so agreed to head to the wardrobe room the moment I heard the other players making their way to the stage for the third act's opening.. Then, as the male dressing room was on the opposite side of the stage, I was in the darkness of the wardrobe room before Greg, so had more than enough time to unfasten and step out of the crinoline skirt. And as I could feel my pussy already responding to my state of excited expectancy, I avoided getting my panties too saturated by simply tugging them off too. So when he arrived, found me, slipped his arms around to kiss me, he found that both hands held nothing but my totally naked bottom. 'Oh Margie!' he muttered as his mouth found the curve of my neck. 'If I didn't already have a hard-on, that would have certainly have given me one.' he added as his lips trailed up my neck to find mine. Knowing he'd become as excited as I had from just the anticipation of us being together again was more than sufficient motivation for me to drop one hand down to his groin, and sure enough, through the satin of his britches I could feel the already hardened length of him. Then as my fingers closed around it and squeezed, I felt it give a powerful surge - a reaction that merely added to the tingling wetness I could feel developing up between my own legs. But even as we continued kissing, he began slowly walking me backwards down between the rows of costumes - and understanding why, I went more than willingly. Moving until I felt the roughness of the basket's wickerwork pressing against the backs of my thighs. Knowing how little time we had, Greg wasted no more of it. He lifted and sat me down on the basket - then even as he dropped to his knees and eased my legs apart I felt his face pressing itself up between them. A moment later shock-like thrills coursed up through me as his tongue began eagerly licking; at first up along the insides of both thighs, then down between my already moistly swollen pussy-lips, delving into the wetness between them, and only a few, thrillingly long minutes later, finally moving up and over the swollen ridge of my clitoris. Jamming one hand into my mouth to stifle the cry of pleasure that would have otherwise reverberated around us, I lifted and arched myself, offering my pussy up to his almost voraciously busy mouth and tongue - shuddering as continuing and increasingly powerful waves of delighted excitement coursed through me. Right then I would have willingly sold my soul to have him doing that on, and on, and on - but with such little time available to us, and also wanting to again feel him deep inside me, when I felt the first roiling ripple of pre-climactic tension gathering, I reached down and stopped him. 'I want to feel you inside me Greg! What you're doing is fabulous - but right now it's your cock I need!' While he was kneeling he must have used his hands to unfasten and free himself, because as he stood I felt the rigid hardness of his naked cock brushing against my lags. Then before I had time to move to take hold of him, he guided it to my by then wetly gaping pussy, and with one smooth thrust, buried every last inch of it deep inside me. I heard myself give a breathless 'Whoosh' as it slid right home, its throbbing mass utterly filling me. Given our time constraint, and the fact that he had already taken me to the brink of orgasm, I urged him to do what he would with me. 'Right now there's no need for the niceties of love-making Greg - just do what you have to!' I gasped. And he did just that - exciting me even more with the enthusiastically energetic vigour of his action; driving the full length of his cock into me each time his hips thrust forward - perhaps further encouraged by the feel of my fingers gripping deep into his flesh and pulling him even more tightly up against me. That time it was feeling the first of the loads of semen spouting into me that finally triggered the onset of my own climax, then we heaved, ground, and jammed ourselves together as we both worked through to a panting and absolutely draining finale. Costume Drama Ch. 05-06 Chapter 5 As I have often found final performances are, ours went absolutely brilliantly - not only were there no technical glitches but everyone was in high spirits and so gave of their very maximum - and the audience's response was even more enthusiastic, bringing us all back for repeated curtain calls. Greg and I had previously agreed that as we would later be spending at least a little time together we would forego the all too hurried coupling in the wardrobe room, saving our energy for when we had more comfortable surroundings in which to expend it. But during that seemingly interminable twenty minute wait before my cue to head on stage, I admit I regretted that... Those brief, but excitingly enthusiastic fucks had, I realised quite surprisingly, definitely whetted my appetite for much more of that kind of love-making. However, I also wanted to not only feel those 'pianist's hands' caressing me, but looked forward to the opportunity of finally seeing - and handling - the cock that until then only my pussy had become familiar with. So, with a rising sense of anticipation, I did my best to enjoy the after-party; mingling, exchanging anecdotes and both giving and receiving congratulations to and from my fellow cast members - and the even more effuse than usual ones from Charles - but all the time keeping one eye on Greg, and the other on my watch. He sensibly waited until an hour or so had passed, by when the wine and spirits had added to the already pent up exuberancy of everyone else, before questioningly catching my eye. I smiled, nodded, and began to make my apologies for having to leave somewhat early - then within ten minutes or so we were in the seclusion of Greg's car and heading off to the motel he'd found for us. I don't think either of us took more than a quick glance around the room we'd been given, no sooner had he shut the door behind us than we were in each others arms - lips and mouths literally glued together, bodies straining, hands roaming - fingers gripping each other fiercely. That first kiss was so prolonged - and so passionate - that it left me quite literally breathless, and I finally had to break free of it, if only to gasp a much needed lungful of air. 'Slow down tiger - we've plenty of time tonight.' I chided light-heartedly. 'Sorry Margie - it's just that I've been thinking all evening about kissing you. You would have to have the most sensuously kissable mouth I've ever seen.' he added fervently. No-one had ever said anything like that about my mouth before. My hair, eyes, breasts, legs and bottom had all, at one time or another brought comments, but never just my mouth. I liked that, and resolved to prove his compliment was appreciated - starting by pulling his head down again and giving him as passionate a kiss as he had initially given me. Even as that kiss also lingered - perhaps with more control than the first had had - I felt his hands beginning their exploration; one heading down over my bottom - stroking then gently squeezing it - the other moving around and up to cup, then fondle my breast. I reciprocated; gripping one of his arse cheeks, and, forcing my other hand between us, finding the already quickly stiffening length of him. So we stood; our mouths and tongues more than fully occupied, our bodies instantly responding to each other's caresses. Then I felt Greg's fingers unfastening the buttons down the front of my blouse - and hoped he would like the underwear I'd chosen to wear on this very special night; a wispily light, lavender coloured bras and panty set, made from a combination of silk and wickedly open-work lace. But that thought was no more than momentary - the moment he'd opened the blouse wide enough to slip his hand inside, I felt his hand slip slipping under my breast - holding it so gently, yet still quite firmly - those long tapered fingers beginning to move slowly over and around its curving fullness. I felt myself swaying from the sheer pleasure, felt my knees weaken, felt my pussy instantly responding, felt things I'd forgotten I was even capable of. Then somehow - though I've no idea how he managed it - whilst that hand continued gently caressing, his other slid the blouse right off me - then I had the even more exquisite pleasure of him treating both breasts in that truly magical way. For a moment I thought I would quite literally swoon from the intensity of it. 'What you are wearing is almost as beautiful as what its holding, Margie.' He whispered softly as he continued caressing me. 'So you'll forgive me if I check to see if what else you have on is equally so.' I was tempted to grab his hands and lift them back up again, press them even more strongly against my by then stiffly swollen breasts and nipples - but he was too quick for me, he'd dropped them down to unfasten and push my skirt down off me. He gasped when he knelt and saw what he'd uncovered. For that final performance - knowing where and with whom I'd be spending another hour or two - I had not worn the cotton stockings that had come with the costume, preferring instead a pair of, still white, but ultra-sheer thigh-highs. The panties that matched the bras, were, if anything, even more revealing than it was - the silk merely providing the side pieces, and a small and purely decorative floral motif to the lacy front panel, through which I knew he could - from where he was kneeling - undoubtedly not only see the shadowy triangle of my pubes but also the wetly swollen lips of my pussy. I looked down to see his eyes slowly moving up over me - 'Sweet heaven!' he exclaimed when he finally reached my downward looking gaze - 'You are ten times more beautiful than I'd thought possible.' 'Are you sure it's not just the pretty lingerie?' I said, rather teasingly. 'Well that might very well help a bit - but I think I can finally see enough of the real you to make a judgement. And in my eyes you are truly stunningly - and very, very sexily - beautiful!' 'In that case I'll accept your compliment with gratitude Greg. But don't you think it's about time I had a chance to look at you?' As he began to unfasten his buttons, I almost automatically reached behind myself to unfasten my bras. 'No wait! Please wait Margie - let me continue looking at you while you're still dressed like that.' He exclaimed. Of course I not only wanted to please him, but I also somehow knew that even if I hadn't already been as wildly turned-on as I was right then, just wearing that provocative lingerie certainly gave me a flauntingly sexy feeling. So, as Greg stripped off, I turned, stripped back the covers on the waiting bed and sat on the edge of it. And what he gradually uncovered definitely pleased me. Although not overly muscled, those he had were quite clearly defined, and as he had both broad shoulders and a solidly manly chest - his upper half was decidedly attractive. What made it even more so - at least to my eyes - was that, unlike so many younger models, his torso showed no signs of 'buffing and polishing'. In fact he had a surprisingly dense patch of hair - most of which was spread across his upper chest - but, leading down from it to the waistband of his trousers, was an even more temptingly thin line of it. I imagined myself some time combing my fingers through the denser part, then allowing them to drift slowly down to wherever that thin line led them. But all such thoughts vanished as he pushed his trousers down, exposing a pair of snowy-white boxers - one leg of which was clearly having trouble restraining the solid bulge inside it - and I could also immediately see just how excited he'd already become by the glistening size of the remarkably large wet area that soiled them. His shoes and socks went next, then he paused - looking across at me staring at him - before easing his shorts sown over the rearing length of his cock. They were purely involuntary movements, but I knew that as he did that I'd automatically licked my lips and pressed one hand down between my legs. And even though I wasn't truly conscious of doing so, I might have spoken the words - 'So that's what I've had up inside me - no wonder it made me feel the way I did!' - because Greg answered. 'I hope you're not disappointed.' I finally dragged my eyes upwards, saw him smiling hesitantly down at me. 'Disappointed? That's ridiculous - you look magnificent! Now come over here please, I want to touch you, if only to make sure you're really real.' I added as I shifted and lay back. He came and lay beside me, slipping one arm beneath and around me, using the other to gently pull my head close enough for us to begin kissing again. As we kissed, our hands went awandering - mine down between us, to feel the hot hardness of the length of him - his fondling my buttocks, then further raising my temperature by slipping in to the even hotter wetness I could feel between my thighs. I couldn't tell which was the more exciting for me - the feel of the pulsing silkiness of his cock, or the gently insistent stroking and probing of his fingers between my still lace clad pussy-lips. But whichever it was - or as was more likely to be the case, the combination - within no more than a minute or two I knew exactly what I wanted - no, by then, desperately needed! Breaking from his arms, I rolled Greg over, then slid myself down to well below his knees and straddled him. In other circumstances I might well have immediately done what I had initially planned to, but in the event I paused a moment, just to look down at him. Look down at his cock. It was undoubtedly both a little longer, and decidedly thicker than Frank's, but more importantly it didn't have the rather unsightly bend in it that his had. Greg's was absolutely straight, and right then, rearing perpendicularly from the dark curly mass of hair that surrounded the base of it. But, impressive though its actual size was, it was the overall look of it that entranced me - and that was especially true of the look of its head. Its tightly swollen, purple bulbousness, its glossily satin-smoothness, and the way that already high polished surface was enhanced by the trickle of pre-cum that had, and continued to dribble from it. Right then I really wanted to reach out for it; touch it, stroke it. Feel the vibrant heat of it within my encircling fingers. Then maybe lean forward so I could take it in my mouth - feel it, lick it, taste it. Though I knew that one day I would definitely have to do that - and hold it there while I sucked on it, sucked on it until he exploded, allowing me to finally taste his no doubt creamily rich ejaculate - right then I needed it inside the even more demanding other part of me. In fact needed it so badly I didn't even bother to waste the seconds it would have taken to get my panties off - instead, merely dragging the crotch to one side as I shifted up and over him, then pushed myself down the entire length of that seemingly towering cock. He grunted, then groaned breathlessly as I slid my pussy down on to it - I no doubt did likewise as he both opened and then immediately filled me. Filled that aching void inside me so perfectly that even once I knew I had taken all of it, I ground hard down on to him - then held myself there. I'm sure no man could ever understand the absolutely blissful feeling of fullness that a woman can experience at that moment - I certainly wouldn't even try to attempt to describe it, but women will know exactly what I experienced. And understand why I continued pressing myself firmly down on that wonderful cock for as long as I did - there was no way I was going to relinquish even a fraction of that pleasure until my own body demanded I do so. Which of course it eventually did. So then I fucked him - no doubt wildly, definitely vigorously - hearing myself give a long series of high-pitched cries of totally elated excitement as Greg's upward thrusting rhythmically matched my body's fiercely downward plunging. Although that time we both knew there was no time constraint on us, so could have taken as long as we'd both wanted to in extending and prolonging our deeply thrilling pleasure - we didn't. Perhaps it was just the strength of the chemistry between us, perhaps some even more deeply buried primal force - but whatever it was that drove us, it did so with an uncontrollably fierce urgency. But whatever it was, it was something that equally affected both of us, and that time our climaxes were in perfect synchrony - his cock eventually jetting the first powerful gout of semen just as the first of the rolling waves of my orgasm broke through me - then his still pumping thrusting precisely coinciding with the still huge breakers that followed it. Chapter 6 Some time later, after we had rested, taken a couple of bottles of fruit-juice from the mini-bar, we sat propped-up and as I'm sure most other new lovers do, we talked - for the first time exchanging more personal details; how our lives had brought us to this point, what earlier hopes and dreams had by now faded somewhat, where we saw our normal lives heading to. I knew Greg had been divorced for some time, and he of course knew I was married, so I thought it important he should know why I had made myself open to his initial, even if somewhat tentative, advances. I explained how Frank's interest had waned in the last year or so, and my suspicion that he had transferred both his emotion and even his physicality, elsewhere. 'Although I'm not an overly religious person Greg, I've never previously even considered being unfaithful - undoubtedly Frank's lack of interest left me vulnerable, but I admit that the chemistry between us was so strong that even if I hadn't been, I might still have responded as strongly as I did. Though probably very much more guiltily.' I admitted. He slipped his arm around and cuddled me. 'I'm glad you explained that Margie - I really didn't see you as a woman who strayed easily, so I admit I have sometimes puzzled as to why you were so - well shall I say, 'available'. I giggled, snuggling closer to him. 'Yes I was, wasn't I!' 'And thank heaven you were.' he answered, kissing me, then sliding himself just a little lower on the bed. He reached across me, cupping one still silk and lace shrouded breast - that first, soft and gentle touch proving more than sufficient to re-stir the embers still glowing somewhere deep inside me. So when he then slid the shoulder-strap off me and I felt those long and tender fingers begin directly caressing me, I felt myself trembling at the sheer delight of it. He was slow and gentle - patiently and initially beautifully lightly, touching every part of it. His fingers following the curving outline - slipping back and forth in the sensitive crease beneath it - circling, very, very slowly, the puckered flesh around the nipple - then, extraordinarily exquisitely, brushing even more lightly around and over the very tip of its quickly stiffened length. Then he finally lifted himself over me and bent so he could lightly lick and kiss it. Right then I wanted to reach up and pull his face hard down against it - feel his mouth close around it, have him suck it, strongly suckle me. But somehow I resisted - feeling certain he would - if I let him - provide me with other, equally wonderful experiences. And I wasn't wrong! He continued caressing just that one breast for what seemed like ages, then finally said. 'Roll over please Margie - I want to be able to see and touch all of you now.' And of course by then I was all too eager to comply, then shivered as he unfastened and removed my bras, then slid lower and slowly did the same with my panties. From that very first evening I had always thought of his hands as being 'pianist's hands' - but what he did with, and to, me in the next half hour made me realise that his skill with them was more like that of a virtuoso violinist. He seemed to somehow know precisely where - how - and for how long - to stroke and caress me until he had wound every single nerve and fibre inside me as taut as a bow-string - then even managed to vibrate them at precisely the right pitch to set my entire body aflame. He turned and rolled me so he could reach each and every single part of me; my breasts, my arms and hands, my face, my neck and hair, my back, bottom, my legs and thighs - treating each one to more than its fair share of kisses and those even more maddeningly exciting caresses. As he moved himself above me he whispered words of almost worshipful admiration - telling me he had never met a woman as beautiful as I; never seen one with such a perfectly proportioned body, never seen such lovely breasts, never felt such perfectly silky-smooth skin, never known one who was so lovingly receptive. And much, much more. But of course although he must have known how much that pleased and delighted me, he must have also known that by then the one part of me that he had yet to touch, was the very part that most desperately needed it. My pussy! But of course he did not disappoint me - far from it! Waiting until I was little more than a sprawled and helplessly mewling wreck, he finally slipped one hand slowly up along my inner thigh, and somehow knowing that this time he would reach the very top of it, I couldn't help from arching myself so he would have completely free and open access to it. At first it felt as though he used just very tips of those truly magical fingers; trailing them butterfly-lightly over and around the undoubtedly by then wetly swollen pussy-lips - making me gasp with both the immediate physical excitement and a rising sense of hopeful anticipation. Then those fingers slipped almost tentatively down into the even danker space between those lips, stirring wetly as they slid deeper, slowly ever deeper. Once again he took his time, patiently - again maddeningly patiently - and that time almost teasingly - caressing that much more sensitively vulnerable part of me, until my whole body was shuddering convulsively. Then - wonder of wonders! - I felt him spread my legs even wider than they already were, crouch between them, then press his face against me - against my pussy - his lips and tongue doing - much more briskly - what his fingers had been doing. But, thankfully, actually concentrating most of their stimulation on my rigidly inflamed, and by then almost desperately needful, clitoris. By then of course I came almost instantly - heaving myself upwards and grinding my pussy hard against his face - shrieking as the waves of orgasm continued rolling through me; each one taking me to higher and higher levels of utterly ecstatic blissfulness. I had no way of knowing just how long that climax continued on for - certainly both its strength and duration seemed to sap every ounce of energy from me, so when I felt him turning me, I had neither reason nor the strength to make any sort of objection. And even when he lifted me on to all fours, I think I was really insensible as to why he did that. That was until I felt him pushing that magnificent - and by then obviously completely re-energised cock back inside me. Then he fucked me - that time very, very slowly - perhaps for the first time controlling things so he could fully maximise his own enjoyment. And of course, given the state I was in by then, that suited me absolutely perfectly. His actions were varied and their effects amazing; sometimes jerkily moving just his tightly swollen cock-head back and forth between my pussy-lips, sometimes pushing just a little more of it inside me, sometimes burying the whole throbbing length - then holding himself there while his juddering hips and clenching buttocks strove to drive it even deeper - sometimes simply sliding it piston-smoothly and remorselessly, in and out of my by then totally re-excited pussy. Costume Drama Ch. 05-06 At first I could do no more than kneel there, revelling in the sensations and feelings he was re-awakening for me, but as my excitement rose, I did what I could to add to the pleasure that his gasping grunts told me he was already experiencing - pushing myself back to meet his forward plunges, swivelling my hips when he had just his cock-head inside me, bracing myself when his thrusts became just that much more forceful. But Greg did prove to have one more surprise in store for me. I could of course tell when he was finally approaching his orgasm; his gasps becoming more staccato, the tension in both his body and his cock dramatically increasing - so of course I fully expected him to do what in my experience all men did at that time, speed-up both the pace and force of his thrusting - and in anticipation that this one might be even more powerful than his previous ones, braced myself even more securely. But he didn't! Instead he reverted to moving just his cock-head slowly back and froth between the clinging wetness of my pussy-lips. Moving it slower, ever slower. Relentlessly, but still insistently. Presumably thrilling at the intensity of feelings he got from having my pussy-lips grazing just that most ultra-sensitive part of him. Then I heard him suck in a hissing gasp of air - and hold it - felt his whole body tense even more tightly, felt the throbbing beat in his cock grow stronger, and the pressure as his cock-head became even more swollen. Then, with a sobbing cry that seemed to come from deep within the very core of him, he came - once, twice, three times I felt his cock jetting its load inside me. Then, and only then, he fucked me - almost frenziedly - until I too climaxed, several times - and I feel sure that he did yet again. Again we rested, that time amidst a jumbled untidiness of wetly rumpled sheets, and again refreshed ourselves with another couple of juices. 'I'll have to leave soon.' I said sadly when we'd recovered some semblance of more normal alertness. 'I realise that, darling.' He said regretfully. 'But before that, can we discuss how and when we can meet again, please? What I think we've shared is far too precious to lose now.' Of course I'd known it was a question that had been inevitable, but one that I had until then successfully managed to push aside. 'I feel much the same Greg - but it's not as easy as that, you must know that.' I replied, defensively. 'Of course I do, but if you feel the same way - as you just said you did - surely we can find a way.' 'I'll have to think about it darling, just give me a little time - will you?' 'Of course I will - just don't keep me dangling for too long.' And with that - with me having to make what might turn out to be one of the most critical decisions of my life - we showered, dressed and a short time later, Greg drove me home again. To be continued... Costume Drama Ch. 07-08 Chapter 7 That night, after Frank had as usual shown absolutely no interest in me, I lay sleepless, for much of the time wracking my brains for ways in which I might be able to create opportunities for Greg and me to be together again. That was, if I was actually prepared to do so - which was the question I dealt with first I ran through his qualities and attributes; he was attractive, intelligent, often times humorous and we had strong interests in common. And, perhaps even more significantly, he had proved to be not only a lovingly considerate, but also an extraordinarily skilfully proficient lover. So I quickly decided I would definitely like to be with him again - which of course then left me with the even bigger question, and that was how we would be able to arrange that? Certainly my work as a senior librarian at the university occasionally took me away from home for a night or two - for training seminars in administrative or procedural changes, software upgrades, and other related matters. But I could not really see how I could justify a sudden increase in either the regularity or frequency of such meetings. But then, after I had wrestled with the problem for an hour so, the answer came to me. The theatre! There was absolutely no reason why - following the undoubted success of the latest production - I should not be asked to become one of that other theatre group of performers. Given my knowledge of an extensive range and variety of plays - and Frank's increasing disinterest in that area of my life - I would have no trouble in carrying off the pretext that I was occupied with rehearsing, and then performing, a completely new part for them I silently congratulated myself for coming up with such a simple, yet creative solution to the problem - and with my increasing certainty that Frank was more than fully occupied with some other woman, I had absolutely no feelings of guilt in even planning to do so. I had some other ideas too. Greg and I had of course exchanged phone numbers, though I had asked him not to call me at home in anything other than the direst of emergencies, and having arrived at both my decision and the means by which I thought we might meet again, I was sorely tempted to ring him. But - and perhaps that was just a 'woman' thing - instead I decided to await his call to me. It was Wednesday before I received it - by which time I was of course beginning to wonder if he had had a change of heart. But when he apologised for not ringing earlier, saying he'd needed to go inter-state for a day or two, I found myself responding to just the sound of the emotional warmth in his voice. It was as though my breasts and pussy were also tuned-in to it - or at least to the memory of what pleasures had previously followed the sound of it - I felt the pressure of my nipples rubbing against the lining of my bras, and the rapid moistening that was obviously developing down between my legs. After a few brief remarks his voice became much more tentative as he asked if I had had time to think about us meeting again. 'Yes I have - and yes, I'd very much like to - and I've even thought of a way in which it might be possible.' I answered. 'You have! That's absolutely marvellous Margie! What is it?' 'I can't really talk here Greg, can we meet - just for a coffee. Maybe after work.' And so, later that afternoon we did just that; meeting in a convenient coffee-shop, where, ignoring the grins and chuckles from those already seated, he hugged and kissed me almost as ardently as he had during that famous 'Passionate!' stage-kiss. 'Oh, I've missed that!' he exclaimed as we broke and took our seats. 'I can't tell you just how much! And I've hardly been able to stop thinking about you Margie.' 'I've been thinking about you too Greg - especially during those two days of total silence.' I added chidingly. 'Honestly the only time I had free to call you was when I knew you'd be home - and I knew you wouldn't want me calling there.' he explained. 'Don't worry - I was just pulling your leg a little. Though I did have a few moments when I thought I might have been something less than a nine day wonder for you.' 'Never! And I'll do my best to not let it happen again.' he said, just as the waitress arrived to take our order. 'Now, tell me about this idea of yours.' he said enthusiastically once she'd gone. I quickly explained about the supposed invitation from his theatre group - and he positively beamed with delight when he understood the ramifications. 'So does that mean we could meet on a semi-regular basis - and you're prepared to do that?' he asked. 'Well let's say that for now I am Greg - though if you turn out to be a sadistic maniac, I can't promise how long I'd maintain it.' He grinned. 'In that case I'll be sure not to bring the chains and handcuffs with me.' We then quickly arranged a date for our production's first rehearsal, Greg suggesting that we use the same motel as we had the other time - which was convenient for both of us - then we chatted about more mundane matters until I said it was about time I started to make my way home. During the intervening days - other than finding myself becoming extremely 'hot and bothered' whenever I thought about the excitement of my previous times with Greg - I did a little personal shopping, particularly for some sexy new underwear. Although I saw quite a few things I liked, my regular shops had nothing extra special, so I ended up in one of the far more up-market negligee boutiques, where - at quite exorbitant prices - I did find several items that especially appealed to me. And which I hoped would have a suitably dramatic effect on Greg. The things I chose for the first of our new meetings were, when I looked at them even more closely than I had when I'd bought them, particularly spectacular. A bras, panty and garter-belt - all three made entirely from dozens and dozens of tiny, blue and white 'forget-me-nots'; the effect of the florets only enhanced by a few thin, pale green tendrils; the coils of which both bordered the edges and then sensuously curled and spiralled around where the tips of my breasts would be, and, perhaps even more erotically, up and around the pubic area. The only thing I thought marring the general effect, was the obligatory cotton insert beneath the crutch of the panties - but, after a little careful unpicking, I removed that, then couldn't wait to try them on and get a proper look at myself wearing them And when I did, although I had to admit that I thought they did make me look enticingly sexy, I realised that by trimming my pubic hair to fit within those coiling tendrils I could further improve the overall effect. So, having used a combination of scissors and razor - even taking the opportunity to remove the finer hairs from around my labia - I took another look in the mirror, and have to say I was more than satisfied with my handy-work. The roughly heart-shaped shadow - because it contrasted with the surrounding semi-transparency - clearly showed through, and when I leaned backwards so I could peer beneath me, the tiny flowers definitely seemed to add a romantically feminine appearance to my pussy/ In fact I then couldn't wait to see how Greg would react when he saw them… But although I imagined, and hopefully anticipated what that might be, I could never, in my wildest imagination, have predicted his actual responses. He sang to me - well, at least to that particular part of me! Costume Drama Ch. 07-08