Erotica by LadyKethryveris^WulfMichelle stood in the middle of the pale cream marble floor. Statues and paintings of every description were adorning the walls of a large, slightly oval, lobby. There was a round, coloured glass ceiling in the centre of the ceiling, showing coloured light onto the plain floor, of hues of every kind. She kicked her high heels off and feasted her feet on the floor for a moment, letting the cool marble draw the heat out of her, and feeling the sweat trickling down between her shoulderblades. The air was slightly cooler in the house than it had been in the heat of the day outside, and it momentarily revived the wilted English Rose. Then, not knowing if Nicole and herself were alone in the house, she slipped them back on and went to look at the paintings and statues.
She'd been flown to this villa in the south of France as a treat, by Nicole, a colleague of hers. Nicole, as a great beauty, she often graced the arm of well known, wealthy men, and received gifts from them - and this trip to the villa was one. The gentleman who was supposed to be taking her was unable to go at the last moment, but insisted that Nicole still take advantage of the gift, and Nicole, knowing that Michelle was on leave that day, promptly rang Michelle and asked her if she fancied a day in the sun.
The first painting, to the right of the doorway, shocked her. It was large, as tall as herself and as wide as she could stretch her arms and it appeared to depict two women making love - a classical painting with the full bodied, slightly plump women so beloved of ages old and long gone painters - one women was staring out of the painting, at the person looking at the painting, as if to say "do you want to join us"? with one arm resting behind her head, with beautiful red, curly hair cascading over her arm and shoulder. Her other arm was around her companion, who rested at her side, with dark brown straight hair covering the breast of the red-head, and one hand resting gently at her pubis, her head tucked down into the shoulder of the red-head, as if to be slightly ashamed at being caught in such a compromising position.
After some deliberation, standing before the painting as if she was frozen, with her head cocked to one side in deep thought, Michelle decided that she liked the painting - it spoke of the joys of loving one's own kind, of the gentleness that comes from loving a sister. She sighed, and wished, as she had so often wished - to herself - that had the courage to try sapphic love for herself, but as always, she knew her heart and body belonged to Marcel.
If the first painting caused a certain wistfulness, the second caught her by surprise. The arousal generated by the picture was comparable to a fire that had just been stoked up - it showed a full-scale orgy - naked bodies of all types, sizes and colours writhed all over the painting, showing all kinds of sex. A woman receiving a man's cock in her mouth over here, and a man with a woman riding him there. On the other side was a woman taking two men at the same time, one in each end, and there - in the corner - through an archway which led to a garden of some kind, were two men in the background with each other, bodies entwined, though the detail was too small to really see very much. The participants were out in the countryside - a real Bacchial orgy, with pools of blood-red wine, goblets and glasses scattered everywhere. Huge bowls of fruit and platters of what looked like meat were arranged off to one side, while the participants reclined on low sofas, arranged in a circle. In the centre of the circle a young girl was dancing, and there were bystanders, at the edge of the painting, awaiting their turn at the feast, were dressed in roman-style togas, with hands tucked discreetly inside their own - or their partners - clothing.
At first Michelle couldn't believe her eyes, but the more she looked at the painting, and the more detail she saw, the more her body began to respond to it. She breathed faster and deeper, as her eyes flickered over every aspect of the painting, and she knew that if she cared to touch herself in that private place between her legs, she would be damp.
She moved over to the next painting, hoping that it would show more - and she wasn't disappointed. Another large painting - and then she saw that they were not actually paintings at all, but wall frescos, murals - paintings directly on the wall, separated by large Greco-Roman columns, and realised that owner of the house had to have had them painted specially for him. She shook her head in wonderment, and examined the content of the painting - this one depicted a man taking a woman up her backside - but it was so real, she could almost reach out and touch them. The woman lay on her side, slightly twisted onto her back, with her legs flung open, one leg behind the man who was lying behind her, feeding his cock into her delectable little hole. The woman's position seemed to have been designed so that it was impossible to miss the fact that she was being taken "the wrong way" - to rub the viewers nose in the fact. There was a look of ecstasy on both their faces, the woman's was flung back as if she was in the throes of ecstasy and the man's hands grasped her breasts, offering them to the viewer of the painting.
Then her attention fell on a small statue that stood in between two of the murals, which she had overlooked in her haste to see the next painting. It only stood level with her shoulder, but it was a small but perfectly proportioned satyr, a young man with the legs of a goat, the chest and head of a man and horns on his head. He also had a very impressive, and altogether too realistic erect cock sticking out, with veins that you could almost see throbbing with the force of his desire, and which he was holding in one of his hands as if he was about to masturbate. Inspection of the other hand revealed that the fingers were in his mouth, as if his hands had just been inside a woman's well of delights.
Michelle wandered all around the room - the large lobby contained paintings and statues of all kinds - some low bookshelves with books, low chaise longues and sofas, - and a few glass topped display tables, containing various objects - a few were recognisable as dildos, some wooden ones, cracked with age, some new and very obviously vibrators. There were some whips and paddles, as well as some curious chains of beads, which she could not imagine would be used for. She realised that the whole was a collection dedicated to erotica and, not for the first time, she wondered who the owner of the house was.
She suddenly awoke, recollected herself, shook her head and glanced at her watch, and realised that she had been standing in this lobby for a good half an hour, examining all the items, and she had seen neither hair nor hide of Nicole. A few passage ways led off the lobby, and it was these she now tried. The passage ways contained more erotica, and each passageway seemed to have a theme. There was one, that had another glass topped table inside a dark alcove, and inside was a very old book propped open at a particular place. She bent her head to examine the book and realised that it was written in a foreign, Middle Eastern language, but the large picture covering one page needed no translating. It showed two women, entwined in each other, respective mouths to the other's cunts, and Michelle's own contracted at the sight. Another passage way was dedicated to the art of anal sex, with all kinds of toys and illustrations on how to use them, which she longed to stop and try. But she didn't dare.
One of the passage ways eventually led to a large, cool conservatory, filled with plants, and sensing a breeze, she made her way through the plants. Through some glass doors she spotted Nicole, lying on a bed by a sparkling swimming pool, and who had changed out of her earlier business suit into a burnt orange bikini, that perfectly offset her hair and her freckles on her shoulders. Breathing a sigh of relief, as she was beginning to feel rather nervous at not having seen her, she walked towards Nicole and came out onto a patio by the swimming pool. Michelle stood there for a moment, taking in the area. The pool was enclosed by a series of large trees or bushes, which meant the whole area was private, while still being open to the sun. Various beds, tables and chairs were scattered around the pool, and an airbed floated in the pool. More statues graced the area, and the water looked inviting. She started to walk towards Nicole, her high heels clicking on the stone patio, and as the sound reached Nicole, she lifter her head, saw Michelle and smiled at her she stood up, and beckoned to her, as if she had something to show her. She walked over to a particular statue, this one measuring Marcel's height, anchored firmly into the ground, showing a muscular male with an erect penis, hands behind his back, pushing his hips forwards as if to offer his cock to someone. There was a table besides Nicole, with a black briefcase placed on it, though not open. As Michelle reached her, she started to ask about who the owner of the house was, all the fantastic objects in the house but Nicole held out her hands, in a gesture as old as time, requesting hers. Michelle naturally placed both of hers inside her hand, and as soon as she did so, Nicole jerked hard on her hands, pulling her to the statue, and as soon as her arms were around the statue, handcuffed her, so that she was hugging the statue, facing it.
Michelle was startled for a moment, to surprised to even cry out in alarm, but then thought that Nicole was joking and gave a giggle. Surely Nicole could not be serious? Michelle was still giggling when Nicole reached into the briefcase behind her and brought out two scarves - one she wound round the base of the statute, binding her ankles to it, so that she could not move her legs, and at this point Michelle realised that Nicole was deadly serious - and that she was in trouble. She protested, vocally, angrily, but it was no use. Her hands were then bound with the other scarf, and the handcuffs removed, but Michelle found she was still unable to move either her feet or hands, and although she was free to move her middle body, she could not move far.
She could feel the marble of the statue's prick pressing at the private place between her legs, for it was exactly the right height for her to impale herself on it, if she so chose, though her skirt and panties prevented her from doing this. In fact, to keep the statue from making an unsightly dent in the skirt, she had to keep her legs uncomfortably tense - no doubt what Nicole intended all along, Michelle realised. This really was intolerable! Nicole had still not spoken a word in reply to Michelle's angry words at being treated in such a cavalier fashion, but merely reached into her briefcase again and brought out an old fashioned hairbrush - the kind with a straight back. She held one finger up to her lips, motioning Michelle to be silent, but Michelle continued to berate her. At that, Nicole shrugged and raised her hand. The first slap on her backside stung, but did not really hurt. She was too well protected by the suit she wore. After a few ineffective slaps, Nicole realised the same thing, and brought a pair of scissors from the briefcase, moved behind Michelle and proceeded to cut up the inside of her jacket. Michelle protested even more loudly, but Nicole simply ignored her and carried on. The jacket came off, shredded, then her skirt and blouse. Now she was simply dressed in a red lace basque, thong and black stockings with black patent stiletto heels emphasising her long legs.
Michelle was nervous but also slightly aroused by this - there was a melting sensation at the base of her tummy that she always associated with arousal. She was very much more aware of the statues cock pressing at her cunt, as the muscles in her legs became tired, she started to sag onto the cool, erect marble. She was still prevented from impaling herself because of the presence of her panties, but it did press at the junction of her lips, massaging her clit - and it was quite a delicious sensation.
Nicole remained silent, and picked up the hairbrush again. This time it really stung, because of the lack of protective material, and Michelle knew that if she could see, there would be red mark on her bum. A few more followed, and her tender skin started to smart and she was started to whimper with each resounding thwack.
Then, as her backside felt as though it was glowing like a cherry, Michelle fell silent. She had finally realised that she was to be used as the pawn in a sex game - and while she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be involved in the game or not, she did know that she both did, and did not, want to be tied up. The juices that were, by now, staining the prick of the statue meant that it was becoming slippery - and it was harder and harder for Michelle to remain tense - and unviolated. The smacking stopped, and Michelle slumped with relief against the statue, resting her head on the statue's breast, and closed her eyes, but at the same time, her cunt was contracting and releasing in arousal and Michelle realised that, more than anything, she wanted to be fucked. And badly.
She moved forward to try to push the cock of the statue between her cunt lips, but failed, because of her panties blocking the way. Then she remembered Nicole and opened her eyes, and turned to look behind her to see Nicole watching her trying to achieve satisfaction, with a proud look on her face, at a job well done. Michelle glared at her, but said nothing - she did not want to be slapped again.
Nicole only looked sad at her friend's obvious emotions, and then dropped to her knees behind Michelle. The scissors were lifted from the table again, and they snipped neatly at the edges of the thong, and Nicole then removed the scanty material, stained with her juices. She lifted the panties to her nose and inhaled the aroma of Michelle's arousal, coupled with her perfume, Obsession. Then Nicole tossed the panties to one side and roughly pulled her hips back towards her, away from the statue, so that Michelle was bent in half , with her hands locked around the statue. She only went so far before she threatened to topple over, so Nicole had to release her ankles, but now Michelle would not try to leave before she was satisfied. She was bent over at right angles so that the statue's cock hovered in front of her face. Nicole knelt behind her, and pressed her face to her cunt from behind.
Michelle felt a tongue go inside her cunt, and slide up and down her lips. She groaned, and felt a wave of warmth flood her as her arousal level rose. Then the mouth moved downwards and fastened itself around her incredibly sensitive button, and she groaned again, more loudly, in delight. She pushed backwards even more, pushing her cunt onto Nicole's face. Nicole seemed quite happy with this, moving her hand from Michelle's hip to push several fingers up inside Michelle's cunt while still sucking on her clit. Nicole's fingers slid in and out of Michelle's hot, wet, but smooth tunnel, and then she took her forefinger out, raised it and inserted it in the small hole that was winking at her above her cunt lips. Michelle muttered an "Oh", in surprise, but then continued twisting her own hips in response - for she really could not get enough of this girl and the sex.
Michelle dropped her head and looked down between her legs, legs which looked unbelievably long, from that angle, perched as she was on her high heels. She could see, behind her, Nicole from the shoulders down, and she could see that Nicole's pert nipples standing up to attention, the skin around glowing from it's sun worshipping, and Nicole's other hand was between her own cunt lips, rubbing her clit frantically, and then sliding up into her wet, gaping hole. Michelle could smell her perfume, Champs Elysee, and the scent of her juices intermingling, and this was enough to desperately want to push her own fingers and tongue into Nicole's hole, despite the way the woman had treated her.
At that point, Michelle lifted her own head and saw, behind the statue some way off, within the trees, a man, dressed in some kind of combat gear, was standing, watching them. Watching Michelle, tied to a statue, while her friend ravished her. She didn't recognise the man - he was too far away, and he had sunglasses on. Michelle realised that he must be the owner of the house. For a moment she was mortified in embarrassment at being caught in such a compromising position, but then she remembered the collection that she had seen earlier. He, seeing that she had seen him and was observing him from her bent over position, peering round the statue, walked over and as he did she had the opportunity to observe him better. He was tall, as tall as her Marcel, she was sure of that. Michelle opened her mouth to protest, then thought better of it. Nothing about this trip had been normal, so far - and the paddling she had undergone earlier had turned out alright - maybe this would too.
The man reached them, and as he did, Nicole stood up and they talked, softly, over her head. Michelle braced herself against the statue to bring herself to a standing level, and she managed to do so. As she did, Nicole and the man turned away from her so that she would still not hear them.
She was still incredibly aroused, as Nicole had done nothing to satisfy her, and everything to arouse her, and she was crying out for relief. She looked down at the statue she was tied to, and realised that she had the means of her satisfaction right there in front of her. She hooked one leg around the statue and impaled herself totally on the inert cock - the cool but rough stone sliding upside her sopping wet cunt in one go, and she leaned back, hooking her other leg around the statue, letting her arms take the strain around the statue, oblivious to shame. All she sought was relief from the incredible fires that were roaring in her cunt.
The man and Nicole had, by this time turned around to see what Michelle was doing, and she heard a chuckle from the man. He whispered something to Nicole, and Nicole turned to the briefcase. Michelle heard the whisper of clothes being divested, a zip being undone, but she was past caring. Then the man held her down, on the statue's cock, so that she couldn't move up and down as she so desperately wanted to. Michelle then heard a light buzz as a vibrator was turned on. Nicole came up to her, took the man's place in keeping her in place while he stepped to one side, and started caressing Nicole. Nicole rubbed the vibrator around Michelle's cunt lips, where it was swollen by the statue's prick. More juices dribbled out of her, and these were gathered up by the vibrator. Then the vibrator was removed, and Michelle felt a something cool and wet on her tiny, puckered hole, the one which was not swollen by the statue, and it was smeared in. A finger was pushed up inside her, but it didn't hurt, in fact, she welcomed it. Nicole moved, and the man took her place behind Michelle, and she felt his cock nudging at the entrance. It pushed in, steadily, past the tight ring of muscles, which, at first hurt, a little, but nothing compared to the slapping. It was a nice pain, but it soon went away, and he continued, with unrelenting pressure, to invade and eventually the whole of his cock was up inside her, next to a cunt full with the statue's cock. She groaned with delight, and leaned her head back against the shoulder of the man who was fucking her from behind, and closed her eyes as he began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but gathering speed as she obviously felt more comfortable with the size of him inside her. Nicole stood next to them, and feeling left out reached for Michelle - grabbed her hair and pulled Michelle's head against her and kissed her, roughly. Michelle's hands were removed from their bindings, although the man still pushed her against the statue so that she couldn't escape, not that she wanted to. She was enjoying this too much to try to escape. One of Michelle's hands were grabbed and pulled in between Nicole's cunt lips - Michelle had no choice but to try to satisfy, and she slipped her own fingers into the warmth of a woman's cunt for the first time - other than her own, of course. Instantly she knew what do to - what woman who had ever satisfied herself would not? Michelle's thumb teased Nicole's clit, and her fingers hooked forward to find the G-Spot - and Nicole cried out in relief, shaking as she leant against the other two, who were writhing against the statue. Nicole's head bent to Michelle's breasts and sucked at the nearest nipple - and Michelle turned her head to kiss the man behind her - and the scent of Farenheit, Marcel's scent of choice wove its magic around her. The smell, coupled with his height enabled her to pretend that it was Marcel himself, who was brutally taking her, instead of some stranger, and the thought was nearly enough to make her come. Nearly, but not quite. The three were all pushing and pulling and trying to achieve that so distant, unachievable but yet achievable orgasm - when it suddenly arrived, Nicole first, then Michelle came, writhing on the dual penetration of the man and the statue, and then the man came too with a final buck that nearly ripped Michelle apart, so violent was the thrust, and then the soothing juices dribbled down her insides.
The man pulled out of Michelle, and dove into the pool behind him. Michelle was able to lean against Nicole to clamber off the statue, when she spied the handcuffs on the table where Nicole had been stupid enough to leave them. She grabbed them and cuffed Nicole to the statue. Michelle moved towards the man in the pool and as he pulled himself up to the side, knelt there, by the pool, in astonishment, for the water was dripping off the sated face of her beloved, Marcel.