Initiation
Tonya was
feeling a little nervous as she walked along the road, and found the gate she
was looking for. Mrs Gregson had been
one of her favourite teachers at school, and meeting her in the supermarket had
been a surprise, but they had talked for a while over coffee, Tonya sharing
what she had been doing since leaving the college. The young woman was now working as a junior
reporter, and was enjoying life.
She felt
strangely comfortable in the company of the older woman, her smile making her
feel as if she was interested in what Tonya was doing. So the invitation to join her one night for
dinner was a surprise – but not as great a surprise as the fact she had
accepted.
There was a
slight chill in the air as she drew her great coat over herself, and turned to
walk up the long driveway. As she
approached the front door, the porch light came on and Mrs Gregson opened the
door. She was smiling as she said
“Tonya, welcome – come on in.”
“Thanks for
inviting me,” Tonya said as she came in, removing her great coat to reveal the
short sleeved white top and crimson leggings she was wearing, the neckline of
the top showing the top of her chest. As
she hung her coat up, she turned and looked at the white haired woman, wearing green
woollen V-necked top and black slacks.
She felt
something brush against her leg, and looked down to see a sleek black cat
walking round her legs, purring as she looked up. “This is Ovin – don’t worry, he won’t be a
bother. Come in. have a drink.”
“Mrs Gregson…”
“Tonya, please
– it’s Hetty. This is my daughter, Brenda.”
Tonya smiled as
she saw the middle aged woman sitting there, her white blouse open just enough
to show the top of her chest, the sleeves pulled back at the elbow, her skirt
just long enough to protect her modesty.
Brenda smiled as she stood up and took Tonya’s hands in hers.
“So you are
Tonya? My mother said she had met you in
the supermarket, but she never said you were such a – handsome young woman.”
Tonya blushed
as Hetty shook her head. “Forgive my
daughter – we tend to be effusive in
what we say,” she said as she poured some wine into a glass, and handed it to
Tonya.
Taking the
glass, Tonya took a sip and said “you have an – interesting home, Mrs Gregson…”
“Hetty.”
Tonya blushed
as she said “Hetty – I take it the seventies were a time you remember
well?” She looked at the brown fleck
wallpaper, the leather upholstered chairs, the old fashioned drinks cabinet.
“Well, it was
the time I discovered myself,” Hetty said as she held a glass in her hand. “Please, sit down – dinner will be ready soon.”
As Tonya sat
down, she allowed herself a laugh, then took another sip from her glass. “This is unusual – where is the wine from?”
“It is from
eastern Europe,” Brenda said with a smile.
“An acquired taste, but one that is worth acquiring. So tell me about yourself, Tonya – Mother
says you work for a newspaper?”
“I do –
glorified office junior, really, but…”
“I find it fascinating
you would work for a newspaper – in this new electronic age, do people still
read newspapers?”
Tonya allowed
herself a laugh as she put her glass down.
“I hope so, but even reporters for web sites and news agencies have to
learn the basics,” she said quietly as Brenda put her hand on the young woman’s
knee – a soft touch, but for some reason Tonya liked the way it felt.
“A very
pragmatic approach to take,” Hetty said as she sat down. “I always felt young Tonya here would make a
success of her talents in the literary world, and reporting is certainly a well-trodden
way forward.” Ovin jumped onto the older
woman’s lap and curled up as Hetty stroked his back, his green eyes fixed on
Tonya.
“So,” Tonya said
as she looked at the red haired Brenda, “how long have you and your mother
lived here?”
“All my
life?” Brenda watched Tonya as she shook
her head and laughed, her long brown hair falling over her left shoulder. “Sorry - I could not resist. When did you come here, Mother?”
“1968,” Hetty
said as she sipped from her glass, “I fled Czechoslovakia after the Russian
invasion there, as a young woman.” She
smiled as Tonya looked at her, and said “over fifty years ago – you look
remarkably good for someone who must be…”
“I look after
myself,” Hetty said with a smile – a smile that seemed to make a warmth spread
through Tonya as she took another sip.
“I married soon after I arrived here – and then Brenda came along.”
Tonya nodded as
she put her glass down. That warmth was
spreading through her now, as she felt the gentle squeeze on her thigh. Turning her head, she looked at Brenda as she
said “do you know you are a very attractive woman, Tonya.”
“No – no I’m
not really,” Tonya said as she blushed.
Somehow this touch felt good…
“Oh you are – I
always thought so,” Hetty said as she stood up and walked behind Tonya, putting
her arms round the young woman and holding her at her waist. Tonya looked down, and then turned her head
to look at Hetty.
“How… How did you know…”
“I am a
teacher, I observe, I know the signs,” Hetty said quietly as she stroked her long
fingers over Tonya’s stomach, the younger woman sighing as she looked at
Brenda.
“Do you like
this,” the redhead whispered as she stroked her own long fingers up the inside
of Tonya’s thigh, something like an electric shock running through her as she
did so.
“But… I hardly know either of you…”
“And that just
adds to the excitement, does it not,” Hetty whispered into Tonya’s ear before
her soft lips touched her neck, Tonya sighing as she did so. Whether it was the wine, or the atmosphere,
but she felt so relaxed, and so responsive…
“What… What are you doing to me,” she whispered as
Hetty moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck again, while Brenda
continued to stroke her soft hand up her leg, and she closed her eyes. She could hear the soft purring of Ovin as
well, but somehow that seemed to be adding to the way she was feeling…
She then felt
the movement on her chest as Hetty lifted her top up and over her head. “I see you have nothing on underneath,” she
sighed as Tonya felt the cool air on her bare breasts, and then the soft caress
of Hetty’s hands as she stroked her fingers over them.
“That… that…”
“It feels good,
doesn’t it,” Brenda whispered as she looked into Tonya’s eyes, and then she
gently kissed her breasts as the younger woman groaned softly. It did feel so good…
“Yes,” she
sighed, “but I hardly know either of you…”
“Would you like
to know us better,” Hetty whispered into her ear, and as Tonya nodded, she felt
the pressure of Hetty’s hands as she squeezed her breasts, the touch of
Brenda’s lips on her nipples, the feel of Ovin as he wound his body round her
legs…
“Do you like
what we are doing?”
“I do,” Tonya
whispered as Hetty gently guided her arms behind her back, and she felt soft
rope on her wrists as it was used to secure them together. “Why are you…
Oh…” Her question was silenced as
she felt Brenda sucking gently on her nipples, waves of pleasure going through
her as she felt the rope around and between her wrists, the lips gently sucking
as she groaned again.
“It adds to the
pleasure,” Brenda said as she moved back, and slowly unfastened her own blouse,
revealing her own breasts as Hetty moved behind her, and moved her arms behind
her back. “Allow me to join you in
this…”
Tonya opened
her eyes and nodded as she saw Hetty binding her daughter’s hands behind her
back, and moved forward, kissing Brenda’s neck and then placing her lips on
hers. They both slowly stood up, the
kiss continuing as their tongues moved and entwined, while Hetty unfastened
Brenda’s skirt and let it drop to the floor, before she walked round and
slowly, tenderly pulled Tonya’s leggings down.
She barely
noticed, so lost was she in the moment as Brenda kissed her chest, then allowed
Tonya to return the favour as Hetty looked on.
Ovin was now sitting on the chair, his green eyes almost sparkling as his
tail slowly moved from side to side…
“OH god, what
is happening to me,” Tonya whispered as she looked at Hetty. The older woman was also stripping off, her
slim body glistening in the light.
“Pleasure – sit
down,” Hetty said, Tonya nodding as she slowly sat on the floor, Hetty bending
her leg so that the back of her heel touched the inside of her thigh, and
secured her ankle to her leg with the soft, strong white rope. She wanted it to continue as Hetty moved
round, Brenda kneeling and kissing her on the lips as she felt her other leg being
secured in the same way.
“Why… Why are you tying me up?”
“It adds to the
experience,” Brenda whispered as she looked at Tonya, “would you not
agree?” Tonya could only nod before they
kissed again, Hetty taking more ropes and securing her daughter’s ankles
together, as well as her legs above her knees.
“Oh god,” Tonya
whispered as Hetty then knelt down and put her head between the young woman’s
legs, her lips touching Tonya’s clit as the young woman started to shake. This was unexpected, this was different, this
was – the most wonderful and natural experience as Hetty looked up.
“Would you like
the opportunity to express yourself completely?”
Tonya looked at
both woman as they looked at her, and then saw Ovin watching, unmoving, his
gaze unchanging. She found herself
nodding, as Hetty stood for a moment and returned with a roll of white
tape. She heard the soft peeling sound
as she removed a long stirp, and then felt the tape on her skin as she pressed
it into place, and then knelt again, her tongue running up between her legs as
Brenda sucked gently on her breasts.
The feelings
running through her were growing stronger at the attentions of the two older
women, feelings she had never experienced before, and she moaned into the tape,
her calls muffled as she felt the touch of the lips on her bare body. She was helpless, and in that helplessness,
she had no choice as to taking part.
And Tonya
wanted it no other way. She pushed her
hips up as she felt the dampness between her legs, felt the fire inside her,
and wondered what Ovin made of what his owners were doing. But then she felt her petals part as Hetty
managed to insert her tongue into her passage, and she felt her whole body began
to shake.
“Hmgghhddd,”
she groaned as Brenda sucked harder, Hetty moved her tongue round, and Ovin’s
purring grew louder. She moved her body
in time to Hetty and Brenda’s kisses, her conscious mind fogging over as the pleasure
overtook it, and she moaned “hyyhssss…”
“IT feels so
good, doesn’t it,” Brenda whispered into Tonya’s ear, and the young girl nodded
as she said “phlddmhhkmhchmmm….”
“Of course,”
Brenda whispered back before she said “Mother, it is time.”
Hetty nodded,
her face rubbing on Tonya’s crotch as she groaned even more, and then felt the
juices starting to flow. She slowly opened
her eyes, as they misted over, and saw Ovin move. He seemed to grow, become almost human as his
sleek black coat stretched. She wondered
if this was a dream, as he walked over, Hetty standing as they embraced and
kissed, before he looked down at her.
She wasn’t sure if this was a dream, as she felt the soft fur on her
chest, between her legs – and then felt something inside her, moving and
bringing her closer and closer to the edge as she gripped – whatever it was.
She then opened
her eyes wide as the orgasm washed over her, and the pleasure of something else
happening inside her, as she groaned, and then her eyes closed as her head fell
to the side….
As Tonya opened
her eyes, she found herself lying on a bed, the soft silk sheets covering her
naked body. She wondered what had
happened as she slowly sat up, and Brenda came in, wearing a blue robe and carrying
a breakfast tray.
“Good morning,”
she said quietly, “you fell asleep last night, so we put you in the spare
room. How do you feel?”
“amazing,”
Tonya said quietly, “but what happened.
I remember talking, and then we kissed, and…”
Brenda set the
tray down and gently stroked the hair from Tonya’s face. “We made love, Tonya – does that shock you?”
“No,” Tonya
said as she blushed, “but I had the craziest dream. Your mother was also there, and…” She looked to the door as Ovin came in and
jumped onto the bed, purring as he looked into Tonya’s eyes. She reached over and stroked his head, as she
said “he looks contented.”
“Yes, I believe
he is,” Brenda said quietly. “Your
clothes are over there – have your breakfast, cleanse yourself, dress, then
come down.”
“Brenda… You and your mother… May I…”
The older woman
smiled as she said “we would be proud to entertain you any time – wouldn’t we
Ovinnik?”
“Ovinnik?”
“His full
name,” Brenda said as she left the room, Ovin padding over and sitting on
Tonya’s lap as he curled up, and she felt the warmth again…
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