After Tennis

CHAPTER 3 Carol learns to ride

Sarah just wasn't coming out of her room.

"I'M SORRY!" Carol called through the door. "I promise I won't ask you any more questions."

"CAROL," her mother called up the stairs. "Are you pestering your sister again? "Come down here, I want to talk to you."

"Okay Mum," she replied, and made her way down. She found her mother in the kitchen cooking the supper.

Karen was a woman in her late thirties, of medium height with above shoulder length dark hair, a fashion that two of her daughters copied to feel closer to her. She had a firm but beautifully curved body, with large breasts that made her look very motherly to men. But there were no men in her life, or strangely enough in her entire family, and for that matter, in her family history for several generations. This had puzzled the girls, but mother said she would explain some day.

"Now then dear. I don't want you to keep asking her questions. Wouldn't you like to go away for a little holiday for a few days? Sarah might feel better after you come home."

"Well okay Mum, but it's late summer so where could I go?" Carol wondered.

"Aunt Kate phoned up last night and would be glad of some company for a few days."

"OH WOW!" Carol said, "Will she let me go riding again?"

"Yes!" her mother laughed, "I expect she's saddling up Flash right now. I told her you would like the idea."

Two days later she was happily galloping across the moors. She was glad she had let Sarah enjoy a bit of piece of quiet. Perhaps she had asked her too many questions, but she was her sister and sisters shared things, didn't they?

Sarah and Carol could have been twins, they looked so alike. Both had short, pageboy type hair like their mother. Sarah was eighteen, while Carol was sixteen. She wished, now she had left school, that she could also go on adventures in strange countries. She often wondered what could have happened to her sister on her first job abroad that was so bad. Nothing was said, but she just knew that her mother knew all about it.

It all seemed so strange a month ago. All her mother had said was that Sarah was in a foreign prison by mistake, and that her employer had got her released. Of course Carol had wondered about that mysterious letter that her mother had sent to a Major Garcia. She didn't know what mum had said, but she said she received a very nice letter in return, with an apology. Sarah was freed to come home, but why, she wondered, was Mum still exchanging so many letters with that Major Garcia?...and why did she hide them?

It was getting dark. Aunt Kate had asked Carol to ride to her friend's estate to collect some packages. The house was twelve miles across the moor and she had gotten lost for a while, and didn't think she would have time to ride home in the dark..

It started to rain so she spurred Flash on over the tall grass and heather. Then, in the next valley below she saw the big house lying amongst a plantation of tall trees. She spurred Flash on down the hill as the rain started to fall heavily. She was getting very wet.

At last she reached the huge entrance and tied the horse to a railing. She ran to the door and hammered with the big iron knocker. The door was opened by a tall stout girl wearing maid's clothes. She was obviously expecting her as she smiled and beckoned her inside.

Carol was being helped off with her cape when two tall women in their late forties, came into the hallway and greeted her. She looked at them in surprise.

To look at they were identical, tall, with long straight blonde hair, and very good looking, very Nordic, rather like supermodels Carol thought. They were dressed in identical long silk dresses, which accentuated their fabulous curvaceous bodies beneath. Their breasts were very full and slightly uplifted, suspended proudly above a solid flat wall of toned stomach. Long legs stretched for miles from hip to ankle, giving them the appearance of champion race horses.

"Ah, you must be Kate's girl" said one of the twins. "I am Lady Jennifer, and this is my sister Susan. But my poor dear, you must be freezing in those nasty wet clothes! Emily…"she spoke to the maid, "Take young Carol up to the guest room and give her a robe. You know which one my dear." Then she added a few words in French.

"Yes my lady." Emily smiled, and giggled. She gently took Carol's arm. "Come this way Madame."

"But I don't want to trouble you…"

"Nonsense," Susan replied, "You can't go home in this weather. You must stay the night with us."

"That is very kind of you," Carol replied.

"Not at all my dear. I'm sure we will all have lots of fun together. Aunty Kate would agree, I'm sure." The maid giggled again.

Carol followed Emily up the huge staircase and along an oak paneled corridor. They stopped at a door. The maid spoke.

"Here, Madame, your room. You will find a blue robe on the bed. The shower is next door. My lady will come when you are ready. Would Madame like help undressing?" she asked with a smile.

"No, I'll be ok," replied the girl raising her eyebrows. She thought this idea rather old fashioned and quaint. Maybe it was the custom in France…and why, she wondered, was this woman looking at her breasts! Carol's blouse was soaked through and her young firm breasts pushed through the thin blue fabric. Even in this dim light the maid could see her white bra and dark fawn nipples, clearly outlined by the wet cotton.

Carol enjoyed the wonderful heat of the shower. She stepped out and dried herself with a big fluffy towel. Then she picked up the robe that lay on the stool. Carol was puzzled by the robe's design. Both sleeves were fastened together with Velcro from the wrists right up to the neck, and when she put it on it barely covered her naked thighs.

When she returned to her room, she found her clothes had gone. On the table were some hot buttered muffins and a mug of cocoa. Carol ate the muffins and sipped at the steaming drink. It tasted a bit funny, but gave her tummy a warm glow.

Carol thought she heard footsteps. Stepping out into the corridor she stopped with a jolt. There hanging on the wall opposite was a huge painting of a beautiful woman. What shocked Carol was that she was completely nude, save for a pair of black riding boots. The scene was a stable with a huge black horse standing behind her. Carol jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"I see you are admiring our mother's portrait." The girl spun round to see Lady Jennifer standing there in another short robe and sandals. Carol felt embarrassed as the more mature woman's large breasts and sensual curves pressed through the thin silk. It was obvious to Carol that she had nothing on underneath. Then she realized she was staring at this exhibition of eroticism and turned her eyes quickly back to the painting.

"Er ….What an … 'unusual' picture." Carol Stammered, trying not to look sideways at the woman's body.

"Our mother Lady Elizabeth loved horses." Said Jenny in a strangely sexy voice. "Do you love your aunt's horses Carol?"

"Yes, I love horses." said Carol uncertainly, staring at the nude figure.

"Mother 'loved' to ride. Do you love to ride dear?" she questioned the girl.

"Er, yes. Of course."

"Good!" She took Carol's hand and guided her along the corridor. "Then perhaps we three can all ride together."

Carol was shocked to see more paintings of naked women with horses on the walls.

"These are pictures of our ancestors. They all 'loved' to ride." She cooed softly in the girl's ear. Carol was starting to feel a little woozy. Maybe, she thought, there had been some brandy in the Cocoa. The woman suddenly turned and looked intently into her eyes. She was finding it a bit difficult to focus and was feeling very light headed.

"My dear, would you like to see a video of mother riding?"

"Sure," Carol giggled. "Why not!"

Jenny smiled, then kissed her on the cheek. Slipping her arm around the girl's slim waist, she guided her to a door at the far end and opened it.

The room was quite small, with a long red padded couch facing a TV and video player. In the corner by the window was an old mahogany desk. The lights Carol noticed, were sort of reddish and turned down low. She was surprised to see the other blonde sister sitting on the left end of the couch, also wearing a short robe. Susan beckoned to the girl and patted the couch. The teenager sat down in the middle and Jenny sat next to her on her right. Carol was beginning to feel very warm and giggled a bit more.

"That's a good girl," Jenny said, stroking the girl's short dark hair. She kissed her again on the cheek. Carol's robe had opened at the bottom and exposed a fair length of her naked thigh. She barely noticed when Susan rested her hand on her knee. "Now just lie back my dear and enjoy our little movie."

Jenny picked up the remote and pressed play. The screen burst into life to show and old cine film of Lady Elizabeth riding her horse across a field. She waved to the camera and smiled. Carol sat happily watching various shots of the same woman, riding on the moors, along a lane, into the stable, sitting on a naked woman… !!!!

Carol eye's shot open wide as she stared at the screen. There, was the twin sister's mother, completely stark naked, sitting astride another naked woman. The prone female wore a big strap on dildo and Lady Elizabeth was riding it. Both women were sweating heavily as the rider bounced up and down on the huge rubber prick. The woman underneath was running her hands up and down Elizabeth's thighs and laughing. Lady Elizabeth grunted, her head pulled back, her eyes closed in the joy of her moment of orgasm as her cunt walls contracted and her liquid passion dribbled down the sides of the gleaming dildo.

Carol was appalled and looked at the two sisters next to her, both were lying back, their robes wide open to reveal their naked bodies. Susan was stroking her inner thighs. Jenny was squeezing her breasts and pulling on her big erect nipples.

"HEY, WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?" Carol screamed, and hurried to get up from the couch, knocking the remote out of Jenny's hand and stopping the film.

"SHIT!... GRAB HER SUSAN!" Jenny shouted. Carol squealed and scratched as the two women wrestled her back onto the couch. Susan sat on her lap and pinned the girl's arms above her head. Jenny rushed around the back and opened a little door in the back of the couch. The girl continued to screech and struggle as Jenny pulled out a set of handcuffs on a strong chain and fastened them to Carol's wrists. Then, she raced around to the front and seizing each of the girl's ankles, pulled her legs wide apart and clipped on two more chained cuffs.

The two sisters viewed their young captive.

"LET ME GO!...LET ME GO! YOU FUCKING EVIL QUEERS!

"Mmm…noisy isn't she!" remarked Susan.

"I WANNA GO HOME!" Carol screamed and started to cry.

"Yes, we'll need the gag!" Jenny replied, walking over to the desk and opening a drawer.

"PLEASE … PLEEEEEEEEASE LET ME GO," the young girl sobbed.

Jenny returned and rammed a black ball gag into Carol's mouth. As the girl struggled wildly, Susan pinned her shoulders down as her sister fastened the straps around the girl's head.

"That's better!" remarked Susan, "Now you won't spoil all the fun." Carol struggled for a few minutes more then sat snorting and blubbering on the couch. Both woman laughed and quickly removed their robes.

"Now my little darling," Jenny whispered as she sat next to her, "We so want you to enjoy our film show, and…we want you to be more comfortable too." Both sisters pulled open the Velcro on the girl's sleeves. They eased the robe under and away from her body. Susan sat down again on Carol's left and Jenny pressed the remote to start the tape again.

Carol screamed obscenities into the gag as the film continued. The view changed to one of a much younger Jenny, back when she was sixteen, riding a dildo strapped to her mother's waist. Staring at the screen Carol felt sick, and squealed again, very loudly, as the two sisters turned to her and caressed her body, particularly delighting in the smooth texture of her inner thighs. Susan kissed and licked the girl's swan white neck while Jenny licked at her breast. Nipping the small nipple with her teeth, she blew hotly onto it, then took it between her lips and gently suckled the tip as she looked sideways at the screen.

Her video counterpart leaned down and rubbed her tits over her mother's hungry mouth. Lady Elizabeth followed the small mounds of her daughter's hanging flesh as they bobbed to and fro, then suddenly seized a nipple in her mouth and sucked hard. A younger Susan climbed onto the bed by their side and stroked up and down her sister's sweat streaked back. Lifting her sibling's long blond hair to one side, she kissed and licked at her neck and shoulders, then reached under her slender waist to stroke the softness of her tummy.

On the couch, Jenny eased apart the lips of Carol's cunt and inserted her finger. The girl growled and pulled on her restraints as the scarlet fingernail scratched and probed the walls of the private little cave. A thumb came to rest on the clitoral hood, pushing up the fold of skin and flicking at the tiny love button within. It instinctively started to throb and swell, and a warm sticky moisture appeared on the intruding hand.

Susan licked and nibbled at Carol's soft earlobe, pausing occasionally to whisper intimate words of lesbian love. Carol tried not to listen, but she was still very lightheaded and beginning to experience butterfly feelings of pleasure in her stomach. She realized that she couldn't escape the two dykes and just lay there sobbing, her naked body beginning to sweat.

On the screen young Susan was now riding her mother's dildo, while both mother and sister stroked and caressed her body. On the couch Carol was panting more and more as Jenny rapidly strummed her clit, coaxing her to orgasm. The woman ravished her young breasts, the cheeks of her mouth hollowing as she nursed on the sensitive and very erect little nipples.

Carol was making futile efforts to avoid her impending orgasm, but ecstasy overcame her. Lifting her butt clear of the couch, she ground her crotch hard against the wiggling finger. Jenny cradled the girl's slender waist with her arm while her sister reached under and forced a finger into her tight little anus. Her breaths coming in long gasps, Carol came and collapsed back onto the couch, her body bathed in sweat.

She never saw the video end and barely murmured as one of the women removed her wrist cuffs from the back of the couch. Then her ankle cuffs and gag were removed. Eventually the women pulled her up onto her feet, and Jenny lifted her limp body in her arms and carried her through an adjoining door into a large bedroom. Carol heard the heavy door being shut and locked behind them.

The room light was brighter and the teenager became alert once more as she saw Susan standing by a big queen sized bed. She grew very alarmed as she saw the woman open a drawer in the bedside cabinet and take out a big strap on dildo. Stepping into the web of leather straps, she started to draw the harness up her long legs.

"NO, YOU CAN'T," Carol protested, struggling and dropping to the floor. "Please, … I… I'm still a virgin."

"Yes, and I'm the Queen of Sheba!" Susan scoffed.

"BUT I AM!" pleaded the girl.

"Not according to your sister Sarah!" replied the other woman with evident glee, "Doesn't the name 'Simon' ring a few bells in your pretty little head?"

Carol burst into tears again. How could her sister have betrayed her most precious secret!

"DID SARAH TELL YOU?" she shouted angrily.

"Let's say an old friend of Sarah's 'pumped' it out of her," Jenny replied. Carol screwed up her face and screamed…

"WELL IF I GET MY HANDS ON THE BITCH, I'LL KILL HER!".

Both sisters laughed as Susan climbed onto the bed and lay in the middle, her huge rubber prick pointing straight up at the ceiling.

"Oh, I think you'll get to meet the 'bitch' very soon my dear. But in the meantime young lady, why don't you be a good girl and climb up onto my sister and enjoy a nice ride on your horsy."

"I WILL NOT!" Carol protested. Jenny snorted with frustration and went over to the wall. She reached up to a rack of riding whips that the girl hadn't noticed and selected a long white one. Lady Jennifer flexed it in her hands then swished it through the air. It made a very frightening sound.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!!!!" exclaimed the young girl in terror. "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW."

The woman 'did' do it to her, three times, right across her buttocks.

Carol blubbed huge tears and sniffled loudly. Jenny raised the whip again but the frightened girl reluctantly turned towards the bed and kneeled up on the edge. Shuffling her body awkwardly across the soft eiderdown, she kneeled over the huge menacing appendage.

"You are being a good girl," Jenny praised her, "Now lower yourself onto the dildo and sit down on the nice comfy saddle." The teenager cried quietly as she leaned down, and taking the rubber in her hands, wriggled her thighs wider apart as she began to squat. Susan assisted her by leaning forward and prizing apart the lips of her pussy, allowing the dildo to slowly enter her already moist cunt.

The girl grunted as she tried lower herself onto the rubber prick.

"IT'S TOO BIG!" she protested, then yelled loudly in pain, "AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!" she cried out, as the prone woman seized her around the waist and sat her down hard. The dildo slid home to the hilt. Starting to sob again, she tried to get off, but Susan held her firmly around the waist and started to lift her up and down in a steady rhythm.

"OW! …OW!…OW!…OW!" grunted the teenager as she was rapidly bounced on the older woman's lap. Then, "EEEEEEEEEEEOWWWWWWWWW!" as Jenny whipped her again on the buttocks.

"FASTER BITCH, FASTER!… ride up and down on your nice big horsy!" Standing by the side of the couple, Jenny continued her 'encouragement'. "Now reach down and hold onto my sister's tits…squeeze them hard as you ride." The girl blubbed and sniffled from the pain in her sore cunt as she reached down and grabbed the woman's huge breasts. She stroked and kneaded them in her small hands as she continued to bounce.

Shel turned to look at Lady Jenny with hate in her flooded eyes, but the woman had disappeared from view! In agony she continued to ride the dildo for a couple of minutes, then felt the bed dip down behind her. She panicked as she felt the other woman's sweaty breasts against her naked back. Jenny moved up close and held an arm around the teenager's waist, then Carol felt something cold, hard and oily press against her butt.

"OH GOD!" she screamed, "NO … NOT THERE … PLEEEEEEEEEASE!!!!!"

The woman was pushing another big strap on between her buttocks, it probed at her virgin anus then found the opening. The teenager screamed loudly as the dildo forced its way passed her ring and tunneled deep into her bobbing rear. Now both twins began to pant and sweat as they fucked the girl front and back.

Squeezing the girl's tummy, Jenny pushed Carol's head and chest downward until her breasts hung over her twin sibling's face. Susan grabbed the plump tits in her hands and raised her head. She licked and nipped painfully at the girl's nipples before taking each in her mouth and sucking hard.

The twins grunted and gasped as they ass and cunt fucked the naked teenager. Reluctantly, the girl's pain turned to pleasure again, as she felt a warm glow inside her. The rippling of the pounding dildo and the hungry female mouth on her nipples was driving her crazy with a newly discovered lust.

Jenny and Susan came almost together, pressed tightly against the young girl's sweat soaked body as their own bodies quivered with the power of their orgasm. Carol felt a mixture of joy and shame as she ejaculated, coating Susan's inner thighs with hot sticky juices. Almost comatose with ecstasy, she came in a mind storm of sensation and ground her cunt around on the jerking rubber.

Jenny pulled out of Carol's ass with a loud sucking pop! She grabbed the gasping girl by her hair and lifted her off her sister's slick shiny dildo. Then the sisters changed positions and fucked the teenager to another intense orgasm.

Carol finally collapsed onto Jenny's body, her heaving chest lying on the older woman's huge tits in a pool of sweat, her face a broad sleepy silly grin.

"Time for bed young lady, I think. You have learned to ride well!" Susan praised her, stepping off the huge bed to pull a corded rope hanging from the ceiling. Far away in the big house a tiny bell rang, and soon there was a knock on the door. It was Emily the maid.

"Oui Madame?"

"Emily, our young guest is tired now.".

"Oui Madame." Emily held Carol by the arms and helped her to her bedroom. She helped the teenager into bed, then whispered as she turned to leave…

"Don't worry Madame. You will see your mother tomorrow." Then the French girl left her alone. Carol cried as she heard the door close and the key turn in the lock.

What on earth, she wondered, was she going to tell her mother!