Memoirs of Lady Catherine Pt. 02

"Sometimes I think the first opening is the best part," Belbouche said. "But then I always think, 'No, this! This is the best part!'"

"I love taking more of it into me!" Ilsa's said, her voice muffled by the mattress.

"What next?" I asked. I had never felt so wicked, or so aroused.

"Well, that is a wonderful question," Mother said. "Because now that Ilsa's sphincter has relaxed, we are entering the portion of the assfuck in which the silent improvisation begins. His body is still as she grinds upon his penis, but see how he is reacting to her? How his breathing has changed? And how flush his skin becomes? See how her smooth flesh puckers beneath his fingernails?

"And she is silent, but her every movement, her every tightening and relaxing of her opening, is speaking to him. See? See the pleasure she takes and gives as she grinds on just the first two inches of his member? They are saying nothing, but each is communicating."

"Communicating what?" I demanded.

"It's never the same twice," Mother said. "Behold!"

As if on cue, Belbouche withdrew his penis ever-so-slightly... and then slammed his hips forward with the full force of his muscular back and thighs, driving nine inches of cock all the way inside poor Ilsa.

She wailed into the mattress as he froze, buried to the hilt in her rectum, strong fingers gripping the soft flesh of her hips, pinning her there, allowing her no retreat from that brutal first thrust.

I was horrified. Terrified. Aroused. So very much aroused.

Ilsa tried to escape. She wiggled. She strained, She gasped, made guttural sounds and cries. And yet at no time did she cease stimulating herself with her fingers.

This went on for several seconds. But as her breathing returned to normal and her muscles relaxed, Belbouche released his controlling grip on her hindquarters. He still remained largely stationary, but as Ilsa resumed her slow grinding on his organ -- similar to her early dancing on the tip of his cock, but now taking it in and out of her ass with deeper, longer strokes -- he began to respond in kind.

"You see?" Mother asked, re-engaging me in her lesson. "What happens next is whatever feels good to the couple. I have watched Belbouche assfuck Lady Ilsa before, and usually he is respectful and gentle. Sometimes he wishes to communicate his strength. His mastery and control. But no matter how they fuck, see how it becomes a back and forth? A wordless conversation? An erotic stageplay, usually for an audience of only two?"

"I confess, Lady Beatrice," Belbouche said, panting, as he continued his slow, rythmic fucking of my friend's tight ass. "That brutal thrust into this sublimely beautiful body? I did that for your benefit."

"You mean for Lady Catherine's benefit," Mother corrected.

"Yes," he said, giving Ilsa's nethers another hard jolt. She squealed, then turned her head my way on the mattress.

"I usually like it gentle," she said. "But sometimes I love it rough..."

Belbouche thrust his cock up forcefully up her ass.

"... and hard..."

Belbouche rippled the flesh on her rump with another hip-slam.

"...and strong," she concluded. "I like it in so many ways. I like that there is more than one way."

"My wife take so little pleasure from it," Belbouche said as he resumed a steady in-and-out rhythm that Ilsa reciprocated. "When I fuck her pussy she prays aloud to the Virgin Mary. When I mount her ass, she cries into her pillow."

"These are common reactions," Mother commented to me. "Belbouche's wife has never experienced the little death. And not because he lacks the ability to provide it. Monsieur has pushed me over into oblivion on several occasions."

"It is my honor to serve you, my lady," he said.

My jaw dropped again.

"Ilsa, dear, how are you doing down there?" she asked my assfucked friend. "Getting close?"

"Just enjoying the ride," she replied.

"Well put your mind to it, and let's get this done. Belbouche needs to get down to the stable for today's hunt. Or I could just have him finish without you."

"Oh please do not," Belbouche said. "You know how I enjoy her moment."

"I can get there," Ilsa said. "Just grant me a bit more patience."

"This is perhaps the most important part of today's lesson, dear," Beatrice said to me. "The most important sexual organ is the brain. Your thoughts and your attitudes determine your experience. Ilsa likes sex, and she likes Belbouche, and so receiving him grants her the little death. But Belbouche's wife hates him..."

"And the feeling is mutual," Belbouche quipped.

"... so she experiences no pleasure," Mother continued. "Whereas Ilsa has her moment, her petit morte, almost every time she is penetrated."

"And observe, my little apple," Belbouche said. "Your pussy, as you will learn, enfolds the penis from tip to root in pleasure. Your ass, however, is tight around the opening, but mostly empty beyond it. When I fuck Lady Ilsa, my deep thrusts please her. But for my own pleasure, I want my most sensitive flesh constricted by the muscles of her sphincter."

"You see? Give and take," Mother said. "Take and give. Two people. Not just two bodies."

"Mein Gott," Ilsa said, reverting to her mother's native German. "Mein Gott im Himmel!"

"Here we go!" Mother announced.

At first Belbouche redoubled his efforts, fucking Ilsa's ass deeper and harder and faster whle she rubbed herself to climax. As her tension grew greater, and her cries and moans grew louder, Mother reached over and clamped her hand over Ilsa's mouth.

And then I saw it begin: Ilsa's eyes, which had been pressed shut, flew open wide, then rolled back in her head. Her rolling pelvic acceptance of Belbouche's monster cock lost all rhythm and devolved into trembling convulsions, great spasms that seemed to wrack her entire body, lifting her off the bed like a woman possessed by a demon.

"The petit morte!" Mother said to me. "She has left the planet!"

Then it was Belbouche's turn. As Ilsa's pleasurable oblivion continued, the cavalry captain shifted his fucking from deep, strong thrusts to shorter, faster ones, frantically stabbing the tip of his cock into the now-pulsing opening to her anus. In a matter of mere seconds his head flew back and his hands gripped her harder, and I witnessed in amazement as his serpentine cock began to strain and pulse, its muscles contracting in surrender to her contractions.

A cascade of pleasure.

His orgasm was not limited to five or six big spurts like I'd witnessed with Herbert the night before. No, Belbouche's petit morte went on, and on, and on, as he pushed the tip of his cock into Ilsa's welcoming, pleasuring, grasping orifice. Even with her mind spinning somewhere amongst Dante's Divine Spheres, her body seemed to act independently of her conscious self, instinctively extracting more and more of his fluid.

Milking him. Emptying him.

Eventually the two collapsed on my bed, and I stared in amazement as his glistening cock slipped out of her body, followed by an astounding amount of white goo, which dripped from her still throbbing, post-coital butt.

Suddenly I wanted to rub my pleasure bulb as I'd seen Ilsa do, as Mother Superior had forbidden. I wanted cock in my mouth, up my ass, and yes, running in and out of my virgin pussy. I wanted all the forbidden things. I wanted to die from the pleasure and float, like Ilsa, in the infinite bliss of sex.

But Mother's concerns were more practical.

"Alright then, Belbouche! You've got to meet Edward at the stables! Up! Up! Get dressed!"

Ilsa rolled on her back and lay there smiling as he dressed, languidly trailing her fingers around the opening to her still-naked ass, playing with the semen he'd deposited within her. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asked.

"I am embarrassed to confess how much," I replied.

"I'm so happy to hear that," Mother said. "It bodes well for tonight."

"What happens tonight?"

She smiled again, and looked me over slowly.

"I'll have Gertrude wash you and perfume your hair after lunch," she said. "In the meantime, you should rest while you can."

"What are you going to do to me, Mother?"

"Me? Nothing," she said. "But what will be done to you this evening will be truly memorable."