Book Club Part One The good girl
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Faye had always loved old books. Loved their smell, loved the sound of the turning page, loved the weight in her hands, loved the feel of the worn leather covers. Most of all she loved to read. It was magical to her. Nothing else could transport her to other times and places, even to other lives. She felt she had lived so many lives, seen through so many pairs of eyes, books had enriched her existence like nothing else ever could. Faye loved nothing more than to immerse herself fully in a narrative and lose herself.
Her mother had always said these things skip a generation and Faye taken after Grandfather. There was no appreciation for literature of any kind in her immediate family and although she had always been indulged no one shared her passion. It came as no surprise to anyone that Grandfather’s collection of books would be left to Faye when he passed. There were so many memories wrapped up in those books, as well as the fantastical stories themselves, so much shared time with Grandfather, Grandad she called him, as he introduced a young Faye to Alice and the Mad Hatter, Aslan and Lucy and Susan, Charlotte the spider, Bilbo the Hobbit and so much more besides. As she’d grown her tastes had broadened and matured but never diminished.
It was a sad coincidence that Grandad had passed away unexpectedly during the night a few weeks before Faye’s 30th birthday and now the will reading was on her birthday proper. It was her fiancé’s intention to take her to Paris to celebrate, but now somehow it all just seemed in bad taste. Her mother insisted that Grandad would not want this, he’d loved life and was a constant source of light and joy to those who knew him, but this just made it all the harder for Faye. She missed him terribly and couldn’t bring herself to even consider celebrating anything.
The books were delivered to the small apartment she shared with Jon, the man she planned to marry in 10 months time. A total of eight tea chests arrived and a note explaining that there was the same amount again still in storage and a phone number to make arrangements to extend the storage or have the remainder delivered.
‘We can’t take anymore, we haven’t got room for these as it is! Come on Faye, it isn’t practical, arrange to have them all put back in storage.’
Jon was right of course, there was nowhere in the flat to keep them all, but Faye felt a need to keep a hold of some of them. A compromise was reached and Faye would go through and select 10 books, the rest would go into storage.
Jon had managed to cajole Faye into going out for a meal with her family, eventually she accepted that her milestone birthday should at least be marked if not jubilantly. They both took particular pleasure in Indian cuisine, and a table had been booked for 8:30 at an especially good local restaurant. Knowing they still had several hours to kill Faye began rummaging through the first tea chest. Each book had been loosely wrapped in newspaper and she carefully revealed each beloved volume. All were cherished old works she had read and reread many times picking out just 10 would be hard. She already had a stack of five essential books out of five unwrapped. Her hand hovered over the next book as Jon watched her with an amused expression. Faye threw him a look.
‘What?’ She cried petulantly.
‘Look, we both know each one you unwrap is going straight on the essential pile. We both also know you agreed to hang on to just 10 for now. You’ve got how many six? Five, you have five already, just pick five more at random. That’s your 10. Fair?’
She knew it made sense and nodded sadly without looking up. Jon crouched and placed his hands on Faye’s upper arms angling himself to try and look her in the eye. When this didn’t work he gently cupped her chin in one hand and tilted her head till she was looking at him through her light brown fringe. Her bright blue eyes glistened with held back tears. He loved this face with all his heart, it was open and honest and truly beautiful to him. She always looked innocent and little bit lost and now with caste of sadness about it, he just wanted to protect her from any harm. He flung his arms around her and held her tight.
‘Hey, it’s not forever, soon as we’re married and everything has settled down we can find somewhere bigger. Somewhere you can create your library.’
Faye sniffed, pulled away and managed a smile. This man had always been there when she needed him and had supported her every whim. When she looked into his soft kind eyes she felt more loved then she deserved. He was good and safe and she cared for him deeply, when he had asked her to marry him just four months ago she had accepted. Life wasn’t about thrills and excitement, she reasoned. She could get all her thrills and excitements form a book. Marriage to a kind decent loving man that she cared for in a nice comfortable home: that was real life and a lot more than many people had.
Selecting one book from the top of the next five tea chests she carried them to the four seater dinner table and laid them out and delicately peeled back the wrappings. Each was greeted with a small squeak of excitement before being lovingly looked over and placed a side. That is until she came to the fifth and final book. As its unadorned brown cover was revealed Faye could not remember seeing this particular book before. Folding back the newspaper she went to pick it up and immediately pulled back her hand and gasped.
‘You OK?’ Jon looked over his shoulder from watching TV.
‘Yeah. Yeah, touch of cramp is all.’ She made to rub her calf and threw him a half smile. She didn’t know why she lied to him, something just told her this was for her only, and besides saying this book is warm and feels like flesh just sounded too crazy.
Tentatively she reached out a hand and glanced her finger tips across the cover. It was! It was like stroking warm bare skin. She found herself caressing it and small thrills seemed to run up her fingers and along her arms. It was sensuous, erotic. Gingerly she closed the fingers of both hands around it and lifted it to examine the spine. There was writing along the length of the spine but Faye couldn’t read it. It was Sanskrit or Arabic. She really didn’t know anything about these languages but somehow she felt the words were of a sexual nature. Pure lust filled depraved sex.
She did a quick check on Jon, his attention was back on the TV.
Gripping the book caused the thrills up her arms to increase and tiny electric shocks tingled across her small breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly and her tummy began to flutter. Faye held the book to her chest as her breathing became shallow and the sensations in her nipples intensified and travelled through her fluttering tummy to her pussy. She bit a lip to keep from moaning out loud and felt herself dampen considerably. What was this book?! She held it away and opened it at the beginning. There was more of the eastern text. It made not literal sense but the figures seemed to suggest eroticism. Quite how she sensed this made no sense to her, but the sensations from touching it must have contributed. As she read the page the the figures at the periphery of her visions appeared to move. To sway and undulate over each other, Flowing lasciviously together. Her pussy pulsed gently to the rhythm of the flowing figures and her breathing was becoming shallow and rapid. She knew if she carried on she would orgasm here in front of Jon, so she picked up the book and headed to the bedroom.
Fortunately Jon was totally focused on a repeat showing of a car programme that he liked, Faye was able to slip out without him noticing. She sat on the edge of the bed flicking through the pages of mysterious text. It continued to swirl and writhe sinuously, it’s rhythm building momentum, the throbbing in her sex keeping pace. All the time ever stronger stimuli entered through her fingers and tingled in her breasts and nipples . The words were still unclear but se
nsations and desires and deep deep longings formed in her mind. Gradually they coalesced into images. Bodies entwined, naked sweating. The musty smell of sex hung in the air. So far the sensations had fueled her passions had aroused her physically, but with the swirling images concepts and feeling took a hold of her mind. Lust. A deep abiding carnal lust surged through her. She knew how the book touching her fingers felt, she knew how it touching chest had felt she wondered how would it feel if she…YES! YES! DO IT YES! Her own mind was urging her on. Or someone or something in her mind was urging her on. She needed no further encouragement, submitting to urges was reason enough. Yielding to lust was all that mattered. Pulling up her skirt and pulling her panties to one side she held the spine of the book against her pussy lips. They were soaked and had blossomed open and her clit was clearly exposed.
All the air seemed to leave her body. She gasped and her eyes flew wide. Her back arched and the room she was in melted away. She was lying on a bed covered with rose petals. Where the book had been her hands were on the head of a young maiden. Her skin was dark, almost as dark as her jet black hair which hung down to the small of her back just as Faye’s did. Her face wasn’t visible because her mouth was pressed hard against Faye’s pussy. Her tongue was alternately delving in and lapping at her juices and then flicking across her clit. Faye had never had any lesbian tendencies. Faye was not, before today, a very sexual person at all. But she could not help but enjoy what was happening to her. She lay back on the bed spreading her legs wide and screamed as the orgasm ripped through her.
In all her life this was like nothing she had experienced. Her pussy spasmed and throbbed and her juices flowed out of her into the mouth of the waiting maiden. As her brain exploded in pleasure two more young dark skinned young girls appeared and started to suck on her nipples. Their lips were like the touch of the book . Faye had difficulty actually breathing as her not entirely diminished orgasm resumed it’s course skyward. And still the desire and lust coursed through her. This was what she wanted, this was what she needed. The pleasure fed her lust, it didn’t quench it. The girl with her head between her legs didn’t let up but turned her head so Faye could look her in the eye. Her dark skin made her blue eyes stand out. Faye maintained eye contact. She looked at the young approvingly, she seeped sensuality. Faye couldn’t help but wonder how the girls pussy would taste.
‘You will find out seen enough.’ A deep resonant voice surprised her. Her nipples were still being sucked and her body was awash with pleasure. Standing beside the bed was a naked man. His skin was the colour of the maidens though his black hair was streaked with silver. He had a small neat beard and would be considered distinguished looking in 2015 London. He smiled down at her and her lust filled eyes moved across his sculptured body and came to rest on his hard cock. It jutted out angling upwards a good 7 inches long nicely thick and entirely devoid of hair. She let out a low animalistic groan.
‘If you want to touch it you only have to reach out. Just allow to happen. ‘
Her fingers closed around the shaft, it felt exactly like touching the book. Her hand pumped back and forth, the foreskin riding back over the uncircumcised head. Pre-cum was obvious and Faye licked her lips.
‘Go ahead, taste it. Your body longs to. Your mind needs to. Give in to desires. Accept your true self.’
The maidens were gone and Faye found herself wanting to taste cock for the first time all her 30 years. The idea had never appealed. But a switch in her mind had been flicked or the words of the book, beyond her comprehension though they were, had taken hold. Had changed her mind. Her lips closed around the head and the taste of pre-cum sent shivers through her. She greedily sucked and lapped at the head. She knew how the book felt in her hands, against her chest and even pressed up tight against her pussy. But now it was inside her. It was leaking into her. It was mixing and becoming one with her. The more she sucked the better she felt and the more she needed to suck. She was transforming she knew, into something sexual, something lustful and she liked it. Her mind was awash with carnal desires and aspirations. So much she hadn’t done. So much she was going to do.
Her fingers were buried in her pussy while she sucked and slurped on the cock but it wasn’t enough.
‘Fuck me.’ So matter of fact. She moved into the middle of the bed and spread her legs wide.
‘Fuck me. Its why I’m here. I’m here for you to fuck and plant your seed in. I want it. I want it now’
He chuckled. Climbing on to the bed he knelt between her open bent legs. Her feet were flat on the bed and her knees splayed. He ran the tip of his cock over her pussy lips. She was lifting, pushing, trying to be impaled on him. He leant forward, allowed the head to pass into her and kissed her deeply. The double stimuli caused Faye’s eyes to roll back in her head. She kissed him back passionately and tried to pull his cock further into her. Their tongues danced together and he allowed himself to slowly enter her. Her pussy was tight and hot and oh so welcoming. She was thrusting hard up against him wanting all of him inside. Just as when she had sucked him, having him inside her, having his own secretions blending with hers, it changed her. Her pussy walls because more sensitive. As did her clitoris which expanded and swelled. Her pleasure was heightened a hundred fold and as the pleasure increased so too did the appetite. He had finally bottomed out and was entirely inside her.
Breaking the kiss he pulled back and lunged forward. And withdrew and thrust home again and again he pumped into her faster and harder. Faye could only gurgle and push back in time with him. A massive orgasm was building quickly. As their bodies mashed together sweat poured off them the slapping of wet body against wet body echoed round the bed chamber. Lights went off in Faye’s head and she wailed as her body’s pleasure centres exploded. Her pussy gripped and flexed around his hard cock as it encouraged his discharge. She felt him stiffen and knew what was coming next. Nothing had prepared her for the ferocity or volume of his ejaculate. Certainly not sex with Jon. He seemed to be pumping pints into her. It felt, had she not been there to stop it, it would have shot clear across the room. This takes her orgasm to the next level and Faye passes out.
Faye found herself back in her bedroom. She was slowly coming down from her orgasm. She was on the bed on her back. Legs spread but fully clothed. The book was nowhere to be seen and any signs of what had just that minute happened were gone. There was a light rap on the door and Jon came in, peering round the body of the door giving his best goofy smile.
‘Hey you! Didn’t notice you’d gone sorry. You know the Hamster amuses me. Want me to leave you to kip for a while? I know this has all got to be emotionally draining’
‘What time is?’
‘We still have ages yet, it’s just gone six. Shall I leave you for another hour or so?’
‘Please.’ She gave him a sweet smile and made to roll into her side. Jon quietly closed the door and left her alone. Faye was confused. No time at all had passed since she’d come to her bed and he must surely have heard her cries of joy. Had any of it really happened? Was she hallucinating the whole time? Her pussy buzzed and the sensation caused her to start. It certainly felt freshly fucked and the enhanced sensitivity was still there, so too was the extra appetite. She spotted the book on the floor by the bed. As she reached over to pick it up the now familiar tingle coursed through her fingers. A smile spread across her face. She caressed the book like a lover and closed her eyes. For the next hour she fucked with her dark skinned lover taking him in every hole,
climbing to new heights of sensual pleasure. All the time he was leaving more of himself in side, in her body and in her mind and she welcomed him. She was the heroine of the book, the story was her story and was swept away with it.
She was drawn back to reality by noise of the shower. Jon must be getting ready.
‘Join him. Feel the sensation of soapy skin on soapy skin. Every opportunity for pleasure should be taken.’ The voice was her own and the hunger was real but she knew the words were the books. She was reluctant at first, this was Jon, she never initiated sex with Jon. She felt her pussy buzz and voice sounded more urgent.
‘Join him! Before the moment is lost’. Faye stood from the bed, placed the book under her pillow and walked towards the bathroom shedding clothes as she went. Entering the room naked Jon sensed her presence.
‘Hello sleepyhead! Be done in a minute if you woah! ‘
Pulling back the curtain she climbed in next to him. Her expression was one of arousal. She smiled as her eyes roamed his naked form.
‘Allow me,’ her voice was hushed, husky.
Filling the palm of one hand with shower gel she commenced to wash his cock and balls. He was too stunned to speak but his rapidly erecting cock pleased her. She took suds from his groin and applied them to her own then took his hand and rubbed her pussy with it. He needed no further prompting and the masturbated each other for a few seconds under the spray of hot water.
Faye leaned in by his ear and in the same hushed husky voice whispered, ‘I think we should shave down here. Wouldn’t you like to eat and fuck my smooth bald pussy?’
Jon had never heard Faye speak like this before and concerned as he was, he was also incredibly aroused. She felt great satisfaction knowing he was harder than she’d ever known him to be. Stepping out from the shower she pulled him by the hand to follow.
‘Faye, we’re all wet!’ She kept going leaving wet footprints across the tiny bathroom floor. Still holding his hand pulling her with him, ‘I know Jon, I’m so wet for you right now. I want you inside me.’
Jon didn’t know if he should laugh at that or not. She sounded perfectly serious. They entered the bedroom Faye walking backwards still pulling him by he hand, still dripping water from the shower. She allowed herself to fall onto the bed and spread her legs apart.
‘Fuck me Jon. I want to feel you right up inside me.’
Jon was conflicted. As incredibly sexy as all this was it was just not Faye. But it obviously was. That was Faye right there, naked and wet and asking to be fucked. He climbed on top and and nudged her entrance. He pushed and found her pleasantly tighter than usual. He had no difficulty entering her but he felt gripped in a hot wet velvet tube.
‘Oh yeah. Oh yeah Jonny right there. Oh yeah oh yeah. Fuck me yes! Oh yes fuck me hard. Suck my tits, suck em. Bite my nipples! ‘
Jon was fucking her as hard and fast as he could. He knew he couldn’t last long like this. It felt like she was milking him and he tried hard to fend it off. Taking a nipple between his teeth he sucked. He couldn’t be certain but her breast seemed fuller, firmer. Larger. Faye started to cum. Her pussy was as sensitive as her dark-skinned lover had made it, the angle of pounding was stimulating her larger more excitable clit. She dug her nails into Jon’s back and slammed up against him. Shouting obscenities and encourment in turn her orgasm thundered through her.
Jon was just pleased that he held off as long as he had when suddenly his own sexual high peaked and he let out a mighty roar. His balls pumped their contents into his beloved for what seemed like minutes. His orgasm lasted longer than any he could remember. He lay top of her, the two of them panting in unison. Turning his face to hers he gave his goofy grin. ‘That was..outstanding! ‘ Faye ummmed in agreement. Then made a sulky noise when his waining erection slipped out of her.
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