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"This is just not possible," stated Ken. "I can't even hold the friggin' thing, and you want me to move my fingers too?"
Fionna's laugh was beautiful. The thin, wasted woman, ravaged by disease, was slowly giving way to a beautiful, vital woman who was a joy to be around.
"Well," she said in that delightful accent of hers, "it just takes some practice. I know that you're in that gym upstairs about every day. Did you think that music would be any easier?"
In point of fact, Ken had never given it any thought at all. The martial arts came easily to him -- they always had. But this stupid stick in his hands was making him feel very uncoordinated, despite the fact that Fionna told him he seemed to have a good ear. In fact, she'd told him he had perfect pitch.
"A perfect pitch?" he asked. Ken had never played baseball in his life; what the hell was she talking about?
"Not 'a' perfect pitch," she said, "perfect pitch. It means that you know when something is out of tune. And, if we train it just a wee bit, you'll always know what note you're hearing. Now try to play the 'D' again."
Ken blew across the hole -- not into it -- and got... something. It sure as hell didn't sound like the note that she'd just played. Plus, she'd told him that sometimes, it was only breath control that determined what octave the note was. Octaves were something else he'd never heard of. Along with embouchure, intonation and about a gazillion other terms. Plus, it was actually kind of boring. He'd been blowing into the stupid thing for an hour a day and never got a single clean note out of it. At least, that was his take on things.
Fionna had told him he was doing quite well for a beginner, and it was true that he'd had no difficulty humming the tunes she played for him. It had only taken a few repeats for the simple tunes, but even the more complex ones that she'd played had stayed with him easily. But translating the music onto the flute, that was not an easy thing at all.
Finally, he gave up for the day, taking the flute apart and pulling out the 'spit stick' (his name for it -- Fionna called it a cleaning stick), threaded some silk through the hole in the end, and swabbed out the instrument. Fionna smiled and picked up her fiddle, running through a scale. Ken just sat there behind his desk, listening to her warm up. He never seemed to get tired of it. She practiced every day and for a lot longer than an hour. Sometimes it was scales, sometimes she'd spend fifteen minutes or a half hour on just one note, playing with it, creating subtle shadings and variations of it. Then she'd play through tunes, and although she did seem to have favorites, she also seemed to have an endless supply of different ones. He wondered how many she knew. This one she had played before. He liked it. It was called "Frieze Breeches", a rather long, but very energetic jig. He was quite surprised when he heard another instrument join in with the fiddle.
Fionna also heard it. She smiled and kicked up the energy in her playing. They played through the piece twice, then stopped at the same time. Fionna had walked to the door of Ken's study while she was playing, and now opened it, exposing the other musician.
"So, won't you come in a join me?"
Cindy was completely lost in the music. It was such a great jig, although a little difficult on the whistle, since there weren't many places to breathe. Still, she was getting to play music with Fionna, something of a fantasy of hers, even though she was sure Fionna couldn't hear her. Cindy was just too shy to ask the woman to play music with her, but she had made it a point to be somewhere near whenever Fionna started practicing in the afternoon. Tina, who really enjoyed listening to Fionna as well, had had no problem breaking off whatever they had been working on and joining Cindy. This time though, Cindy had her whistle, and she just couldn't stop herself from playing along.
When they finished, she just stood there lost in the glow of the music, and when the door opened, the petite fourteen-year-old jumped and looked like she had been caught doing something wrong by a teacher.
"Uh... n... no... Miss Ashland," she stammered. "I... um, I'm really sorry I disturbed you..."
"Nonsense," smiled Fionna, "I'd love to have someone to play with. Tina, are you coming in too?"
Tina was startled by the invitation, but eagerly agreed. Cindy had been teaching her how to play the whistle, and she was coming along pretty fast. She had the music in her blood, and with her memory, she never forgot either fingerings or a tune. She was actually more interested in the mandolin though. She liked how it sounded.
Cindy and Fionna soon settled on another tune, this one called (of all things) "I Buried My Wife And Danced On Top Of Her". They continued to play, flowing from one tune to another and and an hour went by, during which Jane and Ari joined them to listen.
"You are really quite good," said Fionna to Cindy when they stopped.
The girl blushed, far more than she had any of the (by now, numerous) times she'd been caught having sex with either Ari or Tina. Ken also noticed that this was the first time, other than dinner, when Cindy hadn't found some reason to shy away from Jane. She was very attracted to his wife, but she was also very shy of her for some reason. Ken could have just probed her to find out, but that was against the code of ethics he was forming. Reading her sexual fantasies was a whole different story though, and boy, did she have a pile involving Jane! And Tina. And Eric, and Arianwen, and Eric and even him. Of the men though, the huge blond was the one that just melted her knees.
"Thanks," Cindy said, her eyes down, apparently not knowing what else to say.
"So," continued Fionna, "now all we need is a flute player, then some rhythm and a bodhran, and we can have some real fun."
"Well," smiled Ken, "it's going to be a while before I can play anything even remotely resembling a tune on that thing."
"Oh that's not true, and you know it," said Fionna. "You've been playing only a week and already sound like you've been playing a month or more. You have talent, Ken."
Ken shrugged his shoulders. She could be right, but he had nothing to compare his playing to. He had no idea how good he was. He was looking forward to playing real music, though. Fionna had started to teach him a bit about musical notation, and he'd taken to that a lot faster than he'd taken to getting a good sound out of his instrument.
His mind wasn't really on music, though, despite the fact that it had been a joy to listen to Cindy play with Fionna. Ken was restless and hadn't had much luck pinning down why. He excused himself and left to walk in he Garden.
It brought him peace, as always, but this time there was a sense of something else. Then he remembered. The Call. That's what this feeling was all about. The two who would soon join the Circle. He smiled. He wished he could have contacted Lea, but in general, She come to him at Her whim, rather than at his call. He shrugged to himself. She was a Goddess, after all.
"You want me to do what?" asked Eric, his surprise and disagreement clear in his tone.
"Isn't this sort of thing that Priests are supposed to do?" asked Tina. "She's got it for you, big time."
Eric looked down at the small woman straddling his lap, lightly rocking her hips -- which had the effect of stroking her wet pussy across his semi-hard cock. She had slipped into the room just after he, Sally and Joan had finished making love. Sally was in the bathroom with Joan, and he could feel them playing around as they showered.
"What would Ken say about this?" asked Eric, who was sure he already knew.
"Eric," protested Tina, "I'm not asking you to take her virginity. I'm asking you to let her -- us -- give you a blow-job. It'll be her first, and I just know that doing it to you will really make her happy."
Eric sighed.
"Tina," he replied, "she's fourteen."
"And I'm fifteen..."
"But you're a Priestess," he said, "and I think you know what Ken will say."
"A blow-job isn't sex," replied Tina. "And I was only fifteen when you had sex with me. Cindy might be physically too small, but mentally she's there. As you'd know, if you just thought about it."
"You know she's right, honey," came another voice. "Why are you trying to get out of it? After all, how may young girls get their fantasies of sucking Thor's cock fulfilled?"
"Not you too," Eric replied to his wife. "She's fourteen."
Sally draped herself over the bed, running her fingers over Tina's smooth ass.
"You haven't even touched her fantasies, have you?" asked Sally. "She's ready. More than ready, and it would be a mind blowing-experience for her to give her first blow-job to you."
"What about Ken?" asked Eric. It was plain to both the woman that the thought of letting the teen blow him her first time was a serious turn-on. But, oddly enough, he was embarrassed by the desire because of her age.
"She doesn't want Ken," replied Sally, "She wants her Thor."
"C'mon Eric," added Joan, who'd been listening from the bathroom, "it's not as if you can't tell she's ready for this. If you weren't a Priest, I could understand your hesitation -- Cindy is young, after all -- but if I can tell she's ready, you should be able to as well."
Eric gave in to the inevitable. As a Priest, one of the things he was supposed to do was fulfill fantasies. True, Cindy was young. But equally true, he knew inside that she was more than ready. For oral sex. And for all the things that Tina and Ari had been doing to her, and a great deal more besides.
The girl had certainly changed in these last weeks. He knew she got off on the embarrassment that Tina and Ari inflicted on her. As well as the bondage and all the other things she was made to do. Conversely, she was more sure of herself, nowadays. More confident of how she looked. She'd gotten rid of the black hair dye she'd been using, and most of her Goth persona had peeled away. Underneath had been a very beautiful, if also very tiny, young woman who had a strong sex drive and, oddly enough, more than a little wisdom to temper it.
"Fine," he said, "just let me know when. And no penetration of anything other than her mouth. At least, by me."
Tina squealed happily and squirmed around on his lap. His cock had been getting steadily harder, and it wasn't long before it was inside the teen. Eric lay back, loving the view of the flame-haired girl who squirmed on his cock. Joan and Sally were... helping. Joan by pulling and twisting Tina's nipples, and Sally by lightly spanking her ass and fingering her clit. She came a few times before he grunted and spewed his cum in her body. With a last little wiggle, Tina pulled off his large pole and left the room. He was glad she had so much control over her pussy muscles, since that kept her from leaking all over everything. He knew she was going to find someone to give that cum to, but doubted that it would be Cindy. No, Cindy was going to get her first taste of male cum straight from his cock. That would be fun.
Monday was the last day of school for Cindy and Tina until after Thanksgiving, and they were looking forward to the time off. Cindy and her step-father were actually going to have Thanksgiving at Ken's place. Cindy's step-dad, Roger, had spoken to Ken a number of times over the phone, and was, quite frankly, relieved to have someone that Cindy was staying with when he was gone. Ken had gotten the feeling that the man didn't understand his daughter even a little. Not that he was a stupid man, it was just that Cindy was so far beyond him, that it seemed they had little in common.
Tina, meanwhile, started the day off by teasing the crap out of Cindy. School today was a mere formality, what with the mid-term tests coming up the week after. No homework had been assigned, which didn't matter to either of them anyway, since they often completed their homework in school so that they could work on more interesting things at the mansion. Cindy had all but moved in with them, sharing Tina's room, even though a bedroom had been offered to her.
"Cindy, my sweet," whispered Tina, nuzzling the other girl, "it's time to get up."
Cindy opened her eyes and smiled, wiggling a little as Tina ran her fingers over the girl's soft, warm body. Those fingers ended up between her legs, lightly rubbing Cindy's slightly sticky sex. She and Tina made love almost every night, but last night, Cindy had gone to sleep still a bit horny from her lover's teasing. That low level of arousal was simple for Tina to fan, and soon the small girl was writhing and moaning.
"Tina, love, please, you have to stop... I have to pee really bad," moaned Cindy.
"It's 'Mistress' today, and you'll just have to wait until I decide you can go," replied Tina.
She'd worked her way down between Cindy's legs and was flicking her asshole with her tongue while her fingers pinched and rolled Cindy's clit between them. She loved the warm, musky scent rising from Cindy's wet, needy pussy, and couldn't wait for the day when she'd be watching someone's thick cock slide into her delicate little hole. She had no doubt she'd be there, because she had no doubt that they were going to be together for a long time to come. Their relationship wasn't totally Mistress/slave, but it was damned close. Tina always assured that Cindy had as much time as she wanted for things other than sex, but either of them could declare that it was time to 'play', and when that happened, Cindy became a good little slave girl.
Today, Tina decided, Cindy would be a good little slave girl for longer than just a few hours. She planned to keep the girl as her slave until they returned to school next Monday, even extending their play to while they were in school today, which was something they had to be careful about. Cindy was enough of a target already, and her new look was drawing attention. Tina's looks were also drawing attention, attention that, for the most part, she wasn't overly interested in. She had yet to meet a boy her own age who she'd want to take as a lover.
Cindy was squirming and moaning, and Tina increased the pressure on her clit while pushing her tongue hard against Cindy's virgin ass. The tip penetrated just a little, and Cindy came close to having an amazing orgasm. Tina managed to back off, just at the right time to keep her little slave interested. Although from Cindy's point of view, 'interested' was a serious understatement.
"So, you have to pee, do you?" asked Tina, kissing the girl and smearing the copious juices from Cindy's pussy on both their faces.
"Pretty bad," panted Cindy, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Guess we better take care of that, hmm?" smiled Tina.
Cindy was looking at her, eyes wide, as Tina rolled off the bed, then pulled her up too. They went into the bathroom, but Tina blocked her when she headed for the toilet. Instead, Tina pushed the naked girl into the shower enclosure and had her lie on her back. Tina was being a lot more... dominant than she had been in their past play, and Cindy was still trying to feel her way through this new side of her lover.
Sure, they'd played Mistress/slavegirl games before, but she sensed that something was different today. Tina got down on her knees and lightly wrapped her fingers around Cindy's neck and kissed her. It was then that she realized the difference: Tina was no longer 'playing' Mistress. Tina was Mistress. Cindy almost came when she realized that.
It was a subtle, but very powerful difference which put Cindy completely at Tina's mercy.
Tina turned around and grabbed Cindy's ankles, pulling them over the girl's head until her knees rested on either side of her head. This left her puffy, red cunt totally exposed to Tina's gaze. Tina squatted down so her pussy was only inches from Cindy's mouth.
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