Sisterhood – Initiation

Yvonne led Leah out of the still gushing curtains of water to the door. She slid it open and they both stepped through in a cloud of steam. Leah felt the deep, plush carpet soak up the water about her feet, more dripping off her body, her skin quickly cooling.

Yvonne reached for a row of large fluffy towels hanging by hooks on the wall, handed one to Leah, “Here.”

“Thank you,” Leah gasped, brushing water from her face and then burying it in the towel, breathing a muffled sigh. Her body was still faintly trembling from the pleasure it had been subjected to.

Yvonne was bent over, wrapping her dangling wet hair in a towel. “So,” she straightened up with a toss of her head, “Let’s find ourselves some clothes.” She took a second towel from the wall and wrapped it about her body just under the armpits. Not quite long enough to reach beyond her waist, one fold of the towel sat rather awkwardly atop her dick, which stuck out horizontally in front of her.

“You sure you don’t want to, uh…?” Leah was aware she was staring, “I mean, you can fuck me again if you like.”

A flicker of mischief crossed Yvonne’s face, then she looked sidewards at a tall wooden chest of drawers that stood against the wall, “Let’s pick out some clothes.”

Leah tried not to show her disappointment. Her pussy had already begun to flush with warmth. She realized she was absentmindedly clutching the towel between her thighs as she dried her stomach and legs. Emboldened by desire, she stepped towards Yvonne, so that their bodies nearly touched, “I really don’t mind,” she said quietly.

“You’re so sweet,” Yvonne put her hand to Leah’s cheek, “I meant, let’s pick out some clothes first. Of course I’m going to fuck you again, silly.”

“That’s a relief,” Leah smiled. She felt the tip of Yvonne’s dick press gently against her stomach.

Yvonne turned away and pranced energetically over to the chest, pulling open the top drawer. “This way,” she called out, “If Lena interrupts us we can quickly look like we were still deciding what to wear, like good girls.”

Leah grinned. She finished toweling herself, down to the ankles, then took the towel and wrapped it around her wet hair as Yvonne had done.

Yvonne was already standing beside her again. She brandished in her hand a tangle of slender black cords and thin, gauzy black scraps of fabric. “Put this on,” Yvonne handed it to Leah.

“Oh. Nice,” Leah wasn’t sure what to say. As she held up and pulled apart the various straps and pieces of cloth, a sheer black short top fell into view. It was low cut, with a slim, stretchy band all around the hem, which looked as though it would sit just below the bust. From this hung a curtain of decorative silken cords, each attached to the main piece at both ends, so that they fell into concentric semicircles. Some were intertwined with two or three shiny dark blue beads.

“Yeah,” said Yvonne, “Nice isn’t it? I can’t wait to fuck you in it, so put it on.”

Leah pulled the towel from around her hair and tossed it aside, then hurried the top over her head and shoulders, holding the arrangement of cords carefully apart as she struggled her arms through the right holes. She pulled the hem down over her breasts, having to press and lift them quite firmly. Jostling the band into place, she noticed how short the top was. It reached only just beneath her breasts, holding them up quite high, and baring a tightly squeezed cleavage. “Look okay?” she turned to Yvonne.

“Oh yeah. More than okay,” Yvonne pulled open her towel and let it drop to the floor. Her dick was now fully hard, sticking straight up. “Quick, bend over the sofa,” she indicated a long chaise-style piece of furniture upholstered in green.

Leah obliged and bent over, stretching her arms out in front of her and spreading herself out face down on the chaise, legs and behind dangling off its edge. “All yours,” she said. She had barely finished speaking when she felt Yvonne lean over her, planting her hands either side of Leah’s head, and with only a brief nudge and wriggle to find Leah’s pussy, Yvonne’s dick slid straight deep in.

“Oh fuck,” Yvonne groaned quietly, “So good.”

“How much, uhhh, time do you think we have?” Leah asked, already grunting and gasping as Yvonne quickly sped up to a vigorous thrust.

“Lena will only need a few more minutes I guess. She’s doesn’t have that fuck-for-hours stamina that I have of course,” Yvonne giggled, “Depends how close you got her to coming.”

“Oh. I don’t know,” even as the first stirrings of an orgasm began to swell inside her, Leah felt a brief pang of disappointment at the thought that she might not have given Lena as much pleasure as was possible, as much as some other girl might be able to give her.

“I think you probably took her to the edge pretty quickly,” Yvonne gasped, ramming harder and harder at Leah’s behind, “I haven’t seen her fuck like that for a while. She probably had to… uhhh… work hard to keep herself from coming.”

Leah wondered. She felt a little upset that Lena had not simply gone ahead and let herself come, at least at the end, felt as if perhaps she had failed. But as a slow, forceful climax began to rise through her body her mind ceased to wander and she started to hear only her own quiet groaning and gasping. “Ohh fuck!” she murmured.

“Shh,” Yvonne whispered with a giggle. Leah felt a hand take a firm hold of the back of her head then turn it to press her face into the soft seat of the chaise.

“Mmmph,” Leah grunted, suddenly struggling for breath. She was startled, even mildly annoyed. Yvonne was now slamming into her with an audible smacking sound, shaking Leah’s buttocks with each thrust. “They’ll be quick in any case,” Yvonne continued, “We call this shrqah.”

“What?” Leah twisted her head to the side to free her mouth, gasping for air.

“Quick sex. When you just need a quick release before you go do something else. Oh and hup, hello!” Yvonne’s voice dropped to a whisper and she straightened up, quietly breathless. Her dick slid abruptly out and Leah felt the pleasure suddenly ebb from her body, her not quite finished climax teetering on the brink of orgasm and then falling away. A hand grabbed her arm and yanked her brusquely up and onto her feet.

“Ahh, ow,” Leah complained, her legs trembling as she stood, still clenching her pussy and thighs instinctively as she tried to squeeze her orgasm back to life, hold on to it by force of will.

“So, yes, this looks good, I think we should go with this. Hmm? Yes very good, let’s definitely wear this, what do you think?” Yvonne spoke swiftly, her hands on Leah’s shoulders, turning her around.

Leah looked up and peered round Yvonne to see the glass door to the bathroom slide open behind her, disgorging another cloud of steam, out of which two slender dripping wet figures stepped forward one after the other. “Oh,” Leah managed weakly, “Yes, I like it.”

“Sorry,” Yvonne mouthed silently at Leah.

Leah smiled back at her. Her pussy ached with frustration.

“So, you’ve made great progress I see,” Lena was standing naked and glistening wet, legs planted slightly apart and hands on hips, her dick hanging soft and heavy between her legs. Behind her Annika was bent over toweling her hair.

With a quick wink at Leah, Yvonne turned to face Lena, “Leah had to try on a few different tops before we came to a decision.”

“Ah yes,” Lena smiled wryly, looking down at Yvonne’s dick, “I see this one has impressed the jury.”

“Unanimous approval,” Yvonne replied.

“So dear Yvonne,” Lena turned to take a towel that Annika handed her, and began patting her arms and shoulders, “You will definitely be needing one of these. Annika,” Lena gestured.

Annika, who had in the meantime pulled on a thick, light pink dressing gown, tossed a small bundle of black material to Yvonne, who caught it deftly in one hand.

“Killjoy,” Yvonne muttered. She took the item of clothing and stepped into it, pulling it up over her legs. As she hoisted it into place about her waist it revealed its shape. It looked like a very tight pair of shorts, low at the waist like a slim bikini bottom. It was made of a thick, very slightly stretchy black material that clung close to the skin. Leah watched Yvonne slide a hand into the front and jostle her hips left and right, then pull the shorts tighter up.

Lena turned to address Leah, “The rest of us will have to wear these rather uncomfortable items of clothing. An unfortunate necessity. Especially,” she smiled, “in your company.”

“The balls is the worst,” Yvonne groaned, “Mine get completely crushed.”

“Stop bragging,” Annika rolled her eyes.

“We’ll be going back to the main ballroom area first,” Lena continued. She finished drying herself and then pulled on an identical pair of shorts. Leah saw her reach into them and push her dick firmly flat against the inside of her thigh, leaving it held tightly against her body. “We have a little more work to do before we can enter the North Wing.”

“The North Wing?” Leah asked excitedly.

“Where the real fun starts,” Yvonne grinned at her.

“Sisterhood and initiated girls only,” Lena nodded at Leah.

Leah felt her heart beat slightly faster with anticipation, “Oh. What work do you still need to do before we go there?”

“Entry is only permitted to those who bring an offering,” Annika explained.

“An offering?” Leah asked.

Lena strode over to the same chest of drawers that Yvonne had looked in earlier and rummaged for a moment before pulling out some clothes. She tossed them to Annika, correcting her, “Not an offering. Not all of them have to actually be offered. Just a girl, not from the Sisterhood. A date, if you like.”

“To stop it from becoming too much of a dick-fest,” Annika giggled.

“Well,” Leah ventured, “You can bring me if you like.”

“Oh we will,” Lena replied over her shoulder, “Or at least one of us will. But the rule is one each I’m afraid, so the other two will still need to find dates.”

Annika was strapping her chest into a thin, delicately embroidered white bra. She looked up, “And I initiated Leah, so traditionally…”

“Hmm,” Lena peered out from a tall wardrobe in which she was sorting through a rack of hanging dresses, “By the sound of things it wasn’t much of an initiation. I will take Leah as my date, to make sure she is properly treated and comfortable.”

“No fair,” Yvonne chimed in, “Why can’t Leah be my date? She should get to choose for herself,” she turned to look at Leah, “Who would you prefer?”

Leah’s heart quickened again, thrilled to hear herself being fought over. Her cheeks reddened. She had no idea what to answer. She wasn’t even sure she especially had a preference. Lena was a great lover, very attentive, and had given Leah the greatest pleasure so far, but perhaps only because they had fucked for longer. Yvonne was beautiful too, and something about the way in which she had been so rough, so thoughtlessly focused on her own pleasure, had aroused Leah in a special way, was more exciting. And Annika was pretty too. She was sweet, easier to talk to and less intimidating than the other two. Leah didn’t really yet have an impression of what she might be like if they could spend more time together.

“No,” Lena interjected, “That isn’t fair on poor Leah, putting her on the spot like that.” She glared at Annika, “To spare me Annika’s jealousy, Yvonne will take Leah as her date. But she will be on her best behavior. Once in the North Wing Leah may do as she wishes and we will all make sure to take care of her. Until then, Annika and I must look for our own dates, and Yvonne you will look after Leah.”

“Yes!” Yvonne clenched her fists, smiling. She turned to embrace Leah, pressing their bodies together and looking down into her eyes, “And ‘look after’ of course means ‘fuck senseless’, right?”

“No,” said Lena sternly, “None of that in the main area. Seriously. The rules are there for good reasons.” She turned to Annika and held up a dress in each hand, “Now, Annika, which of these should I wear?”

Leah watched, pulling her gaze away from Yvonne’s and letting her embrace loosen and fall away. Lena was holding two coat hangers. From one of them hung a medium-length silky-looking dress of a glossy, slightly reflective red fabric. It looked as if it might sit just above the chest, two thin straps over the shoulders. The other dress was longer, fell almost to the floor, and of a tight-looking matte black material, embroidered in a few places with tiny silken black flowers. It was very slender at at the waist, the chest cut high but narrow, reaching up to a small circular cord to hold it in place around the neck.

“Ooh,” Annika shrugged off her dressing gown and stepped forward to touch the fabric of the dresses, “They both look nice.”

Leah’s gaze slid from the dresses to Annika’s bare body. She watched, still fascinated by the sight, as Annika’s dick slowly swayed and stiffened, lengthening and rising in regular throbs.

“Let me put it this way,” Lena too was looking downwards, a sly smile on her face, “Are you currently imagining me in this?” she thrust each dress in turn at Annika, “Or this?”

“Oh yeah,” Annika groaned, “That one.”

“Which? This one?” Lena asked, taking the red dress and swishing it slowly in front of Annika so that it brushed smoothly against her dick.

“Oh, ah, no. Sorry!” Annika’s legs and buttocks stiffened and her dick suddenly quivered, erupting in a series of spurts, the first long and smooth, landing squarely across the front of the dress, the remaining ones flying into the air and falling to the carpet.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lena rolled her eyes, “That’s at least the third time you’ve managed that this evening.”

“Sorry,” Annika groaned, her eyes closed and her head lolling back, still savoring the last of her sudden climax.

“Well,” Lena flung the dress aside, “Black it is. Now put some clothes on,” She turned to Leah and Yvonne, “You two as well.”

Leah looked away, embarrassed. She was suddenly aware of her own nakedness, felt all the more naked for being half-clothed. She hadn’t noticed it get there, but she could feel Yvonne’s hand on one cheek of her behind. She felt Yvonne’s fingers spread and then squeeze, shaking Leah’s backside heavily from side to side. “Come,” Yvonne’s hand made its way up to Leah’s waist, clasping their bodies together affectionately, “Let’s get you sorted out.”

“Okay,” Leah smiled, aglow with excitement. She took Yvonne’s hand and was led over to the chest. Lena stepped aside, already pulling on the black dress over her shoulders.

“Here, take a look and see if you find anything you like,” Yvonne pulled open the second drawer from the top.

Leah peered in and saw a mass of fabric, strings, and embroidery, in black, red, white, and a few other dark or pastel colors. Various kinds of underwear were arranged in rows, somewhat systematized by color and by style, but in a couple of places the order broke down into a tangle where someone had rummaged around or taken things and replaced them haphazardly. She looked back and forth, hesitated. In part she was worried about making a wrong choice, picking something the other girls wouldn’t like, and a little ashamed to be so worried about it, and in part she was genuinely unsure what she might like to wear. She had only one strong preference, for the color black. She had always preferred black underwear, whether on herself or on another girl. A dark, neutral color always matched the skin well, whether when pale in the winter, or tanned light brown as she was now.

“Maybe this,” Leah said as she pulled out a pair of silky black briefs, taking care to leave the others stacked neatly. She stepped back and bent over to pull them on. They were a snug fit but comfortable, and the waist came up quite high, almost to her belly button.

“Oh no, oh no no,” Yvonne was shaking her head, looking Leah up and down.

“Not good?” Leah asked, worried.

“I mean, you of course will look stunning in anything,” Yvonne went on, not looking up, “But with an ass like yours you absolutely have to wear a thong.”

“A fat ass, you mean?” Leah replied, blushing.

“No, not fat. Just nice and big,” Yvonne reassured her, looking up to meet Leah’s eyes, “Big and begging to be fucked.”

“Well, um,” Leah ventured, “If it means I’ll get fucked, I’m all for it.”

Yvonne’s face lit up with a wide smile, “Now that’s the spirit. Here, try this,” she handed Leah a small scrap of black.

Leah slid her fingers into the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down. Then she guided each leg carefully between the right parts of the thong to pull and roll it up into place. It too was a fairly tight fit. The waistband was little more than a thin string of black elastic. It dug slightly into the softness of Leah’s hips. The middle strap was similarly slender. Leah tugged it into place between her cheeks and pulled up the front piece, snuggling it into place between her legs. It was made of a narrow triangle of thin black cotton, and together with the strap it was only just long enough to reach up and cover the strip of trim hair above her pussy, the strap sitting tightly across her butthole. Leah felt something slightly cool at the base of her spine, just above the crack of her behind. She reached behind her back and felt a small metal ring, narrower than her finger, to which the two ends of the waistband and the middle strap were attached. “How’s that?” Leah asked, twisting her waist to look at her flanks.

“Oh,” Yvonne murmured, “Oh yes. Yes.”

“It’s a little small,” Leah wasn’t sure it would even stay in place once she started walking.

“Please. Please, for me, your date,” Yvonne looked at her imploringly.

Leah turned her torso from side to side to check the waistband was positioned evenly, “Well, alright, why not?”

“Great. So I’m afraid I need to just free myself for a moment here,” Yvonne stuck her thumbs inside the waistband of her pair of tight shorts and pulled it down across the top of her thighs. Then she spread her legs and her dick sprang suddenly free, sticking out hard in front of her.

Lena, who was helping Annika into a pair of tight black leggings, looked up and called out sternly, “Yvonne, what are you doing?”

“No more fucking, yes, yes, I know,” Yvonne dismissed her, “I just need a few more moments’ comfort before we head out. There’s no way I can stay tucked in like this with Leah walking around in her underwear.”

Leah realized she was staring again. Yvonne’s dick looked so enticing, its hard, smooth shape seemed to invite being gripped, or sucked. Underneath the tight embrace of the thong Leah felt her pussy begin to warm again. “I suppose I had better put on a dress then,” she giggled.

“That might be a good idea,” Lena replied.

Leah walked over to the wardrobe where Lena had searched a moment ago. As she strode the few paces across the room, she was acutely aware of her bare behind turned towards the other girls, felt her buttocks rise and drop with a slight, firm shake at each step. “So can I just choose anything?” she asked, slipping one hand among the folds of the first dress she saw.

“Of course,” said Lena, “Be our guest. Whatever you like.”

Yvonne bounded over, her dick bouncing up and down, slapping against her stomach. She stopped next to Leah, put her hand around Leah’s waist, “But please, don’t cover up too much.”

“Oh, okay,” Leah laughed. She thought she saw Yvonne’s dick stiffen slightly.

“I want to show you off a bit,” Yvonne whispered.

“Show me off?”

“To all the other Sisterhood girls,” Yvonne went on, “All of them just staring and longing, just wishing they could,” Yvonne put on a mischievous smirk, her body tensing, “And I’m just smiling at them like ‘I’m fucking that. I just got done fucking her, and later I’m going to fuck her some more.'”

Leah smiled, her cheeks hot with blushing. The idea was powerfully exciting. The thought of more lovely big dicks like Yvonne’s, all hard for her. “So, um, something fairly light and flimsy, then?”

Yvonne smiled her bright, insolent smile, “Yes! I think I have just the thing. If it’s still here.”

“Ooh,” Leah enthused.

Yvonne leaned into the wardrobe and began sliding one dress after another quickly aside, a scrape and clack of the coat hanger on the rail of the rack as she discarded each one, “I saw one of Lisa’s girls wearing it the other night. Probably about your size.”

“One of Lena’s girls, you mean?” Leah was curious.

“No, Lisa’s. Nice tits,” Yvonne did not elaborate, “Though I have to say, not quite as nice as yours.”

“Thanks,” Leah looked down at her chest. She was reasonably pleased with the top Yvonne had made her put on. It pressed her breasts tightly together. They looked even bigger than usual, firm and round, held high up on her chest and bulging out of the low cut plunge. Her nipples, stiff with excitement, were just visible through the semi-transparent black fabric.

“Aha!” Yvonne’s eyes flashed. She pulled out something short and dark and held it up in front of Leah, draping it onto her body, “What do you think?”

“Oh,” Leah looked down. The dress had a fairly straight cut from shoulder to thigh. It had no sleeves, and a very high neck. The fabric was thin, gauzy, and on close inspection not completely black but rather a very deep purple, with a faint shimmer of color in the light. Leah held the dress to her body and turned to the mirror set into the open door of the wardrobe, pivoting herself from side to side to get an impression of what it might look like on her. “It’s nice,” she said, genuinely pleased.

“Try it on if you like,” Yvonne took the dress from Leah and slid it off the coat hanger before handing it back.

Leah scrunched the dress up into a short tube and stretched her arms upward to pull it on over her head. The high neck was narrow and had to be dragged over her hair and face, but there was a comfy stretch to the fabric. She rolled and tugged the rest of it into place, struggling it over her chest and then pulling it down around her hips until the hem reached half way down her thigh.

“Wow,” Yvonne enthused.

“Hmm,” Leah turned again to face the mirror, “A little bit tight maybe.” From the neck to the hips, the dress clung firmly to the shape of her body. The slight stretchiness of the material was comfy, held her tight but not constricted, and Leah was pleased to see that it narrowed nicely at her waist. She was a little less pleased to see that even the little soft fold of fat where the string of her thong dug into her hips showed in tight contour through the dress. Where it was most tightly stretched, over her breasts and at her hips, the material became just noticeably translucent, hinting at the lighter tone of her bare skin, interrupted by the dark line of her thong and the triangles of her top.

“Tight is good,” said Yvonne, her eyes fixed brightly on Leah’s body, “And take a look at the best bit,” she took Leah by the shoulders and turned her to her side, putting one hand at the small of Leah’s back.

Leah craned her neck round in the mirror. All the way down her back from the neck to the hem was a slit by which the back of the dress could be opened. It was held together by a row of buttons, each placed a couple of centimeters below the previous one. Between each pair of buttons a tiny oval patch of her bare skin was visible where the stretch of the fabric pulled at the slit, most noticeably so where her body was the broadest, across the upper part of her back and between the cheeks of her backside. “Oh,” Leah said again, stifling an embarrassed giggle, “My ass.”

“Your ass,” echoed Yvonne with a groan of appreciation.

“Do you think it’s okay?” Leah asked.

“Is it okay?” Yvonne sounded confused, “I mean, oh fuck is it okay. I’m so hard.”

Leah saw that Yvonne had begin idly pumping her dick, which was indeed fully hard. “Well, if it pleases you then I’ll wear it.”

“Yes please,” Yvonne quickened her pumping.

“Yvonne!” Lena’s voice rang out again, “Control yourself!”

“Oh no,” Yvonne groaned, not stopping, “I’m just not going to survive the evening like this. I need… um…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lena stood up from where she had been strapping Annika’s feet into a pair of high heeled sandals. She strode quickly over to Yvonne, “Come here. You’re lucky I haven’t done my makeup yet.”

Leah watched Lena kneel down, take hold of Yvonne’s dick and pull it roughly towards her face. Lena’s mouth opened unceremoniously, she planted her lips around Yvonne’s dick and then lost no time in pulling her forward by the hips and swallowing it in one smooth gulp, her face pressed firmly between Yvonne’s legs.

“Oh yes, oh fuck, sorry, I just need this,” Yvonne murmured, “Then we can get going I promise.”

Lena gave a muffled reply, perhaps a groan of assent, and she reached up to guide Yvonne’s hands to the sides of her head. Yvonne spread her legs apart, pushing herself even further in. From behind, Leah could see Yvonne’s smooth, weighty balls pushed backwards by Lena’s jutting chin, and noticed for the first time just how large they were. Not huge, but noticeably bigger than the other girls’. They seemed to be stirring faintly inside their tight sack. Yvonne’s legs and buttocks stiffened and she arched her back, began thrusting rapidly, pushing and pulling Lena by the head without, it seemed to Leah, taking any care or consideration for Lena’s comfort. Yvonne yanked and thrust, quicker and quicker until she let out a single long groan, legs stiffening and twitching.

After several seconds’ stillness filled only by the sound of a series of slow muffled gulps from Lena, and Yvonne breathing heavily, Lena gave another stifled cry, with a rising intonation, as if to ask a question.

Yvonne waited some seconds more before responding with a gasp, “Yeah.”

Lena pulled Yvonne’s hands away, freeing a tangle of her hair from Yvonne’s fingers, and slowly disgorged Yvonne’s dick, her cheeks sucking inward as she did so, lips and then tongue lingering at the tip to slurp it delicately clean.

“So,” said Lena, panting, as she rose somewhat unsteadily to her feet, “Consider that now sorted, and no more complaints please.”

“Oh no, none,” Yvonne sighed, her voice one slow breath of relief. She turned to Leah, her face glowing a tinge of red, “I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Maybe I’m also…” Annika began meekly.

“No,” Lena cut her off. She shook her head, bending back down to finish tying Annika’s shoes, “The things I do to keep the two of you under control.”

“It’s dedication like that that has made Lena a head girl in the Sisterhood,” Yvonne winked at Leah.

“Head girl?” Leah asked.

“She’s more senior than Annika or me. She has a certain privileges in the Sisterhood,” Yvonne explained. She smiled knowingly at Leah as she pulled up her shorts and tucked herself back into place, “But sometimes also certain responsibilities.”

“Oh,” Leah wasn’t sure what to say. She looked forward to being alone with Yvonne and being able to ask her more about the Sisterhood. She had the impression Yvonne might be a little more forthcoming than either Lena or Annika. “I guess I’m nearly ready then,” said Leah, “I should go find my shoes.”

“Great,” Yvonne leaned into the wardrobe again, “Let me just find something to wear.”

“Oh yes, of course. Sorry,” Leah had completely forgotten that Yvonne was still mostly naked, “Can I help you?”

“Nah, thanks. I’ll just throw on any old thing,” Yvonne replied, pulling something out, “The main thing is it just has to be easy to undo.”

Leah chuckled. She watched Yvonne slide a long, thin silken gown off the coat hanger and pull it on about her shoulders. It was a deep red color, with a gloss to it and an oriental-style floral pattern woven into the fabric, only visible when it shimmered in the light. It fit Yvonne neatly over the shoulders and torso, then billowed out below the waist and at the sleeves, like a loose dressing gown. Yvonne fumbled at the buttons joining the gown at the front. They reached about half way down the thigh, then from there the remaining free wings of the gown hung about Yvonne’s legs to the ankle.

“What do you think?” Yvonne asked, smoothing the material across her chest.

“Very nice,” Leah couldn’t think what else to say. Yvonne did indeed look very beautiful. The casual, comfy cut of the dress, paired with the lush, shiny material of which it was made, put Leah in mind of a glamorous superior woman, perhaps just risen from bed in the middle of the day, striding confidently about her luxurious home. Yvonne wore a sly, disdainful smile on her pretty face that set Leah’s pussy aflame with longing.

“Bra? No bra?” Yvonne asked.

Yvonne’s small, soft breasts were clasped firmly against her body under the dress, a little of their softness visible at the neckline where Yvonne had left the top few buttons undone. “Oh. No bra is good I think,” Leah replied.

“Great,” Yvonne held out her hand, “Then let’s go find your shoes.”

Leah took Yvonne’s hand and they walked out through the door that joined the main room where she had been alone with Lena earlier. Leah turned briefly to wave or say something to the other two girls, but saw they were busy fussing at each other’s clothing.

In the main room, Yvonne quietly closed the door behind them. Leah turned to look at Yvonne, still holding her hand, and was met by the same sweet, insolent smile that had so stirred her desire moments before. “Sharkah?” Leah ventured, whispering.

“Shrqah,” Yvonne corrected her, a strange guttural sound in the middle of the word that Leah knew she wouldn’t be able to pronounce. A pained expression crossed Yvonne’s face, “But we really don’t have time I’m afraid. And I just got done fucking Lena in the face.”

“You can’t go again so soon?” Leah asked. She fluttered her eyelids at Yvonne, still hoping.

“Oh I can,” Yvonne answered hurriedly, “But maybe it isn’t such a good idea. I promise you though, once we’ve got the other two sorted out with offerings, when we get to the North Wing I’ll fuck you every way you want. And several more that you don’t.”

“Lucky me,” Leah laughed, “I can’t wait.”

“So,” Yvonne let go of Leah’s hand and pointed down at the foot of the bed, “Those your shoes?”

“Right,” Leah stepped over and bent to retrieve them, taking a moment to position herself so that her raised rear end pointed directly where Yvonne was standing. She held herself bent for a moment, and felt a shudder of satisfaction when she heard Yvonne approach, then place her hands on Leah’s hips. “Don’t want to have a quick go?” Leah asked softly over her shoulder.

“Oh,” Yvonne groaned, “No. I’m just, um, savoring.”

Leah felt a hand slip under the hem of her dress and fidget at the strap of her thong, fingers brushing against her butthole, then briefly against her pussy. She stood up slowly, turning, “Well, you’re in charge. You know what we can and can’t get away with. So whenever you feel like it just give the word and…” She stepped into her shoes one by one, snuggling her feet under the straps.

“Oh I will,” Yvonne murmured. She knelt down in front of Leah.

Leah looked down, watched Yvonne tying up the straps of her shoes, and felt a dull glow of satisfaction. She was going to return to the ballroom, with Yvonne as her date, they were going to flirt and tease, and then they were going to pick up yet more girls and visit the North Wing together for whatever wonders might await there. She ached with excitement.

“Thank you,” Leah stepped back when Yvonne had finished. Yvonne stood up and Leah took a few strides back and forth in her heels, making sure they were on more or less comfortably. It felt like a long time since she had last walked in them, when she had accompanied Lena up to the room. But perhaps no more than an hour had passed, or less, Leah couldn’t be sure.

Leah realized she was staring rather blankly at the bed in the middle of the room. She turned and caught Yvonne’s gaze.

“Was it good?” Yvonne asked, “With Lena?”

Leah was flustered, not sure how to reply, “Yes. I mean, um, of course yes it was nice.”

“A lot more than nice, I bet,” Yvonne smiled. She looked perhaps a little wistful.

“Well yes,” Leah conceded, thinking back, the visceral memory of it still fresh in her body, “It was really good, to be honest.”

“She gave you the proper fucking you deserve,” Yvonne’s intonation was half statement, half question.

“I mean,” Leah laughed, “I don’t know that I deserved it.” There was a silence, and then I occurred to Leah to ask, “Was it good when she let you, um, just now, in her mouth?”

“Oh fuck yes is she good at that,” Yvonne enthused.

“But it’s just… sometimes?” Leah probed.

“Yeah, she is strict, but she also takes good care of us,” Yvonne continued, “That’s one of the things I like about Lena. She’s a bit unpredictable, moody even. A lot of things can get her really angry, and sometimes there’s real trouble, but then suddenly sometimes she’ll just let you fuck her, just like that.”

“Have you often…?” Leah was excited by what she was hearing, eager to learn more.

“Well, her mouth often enough,” Yvonne continued, “But if you mean fucking like I was fucking Annika just now, then no. I’ve only got to do that just once so far.”

“Was it…? Did she let you just as like a special treat or something? Or did she want it?” Leah was wary of asking too many questions, but she was very curious.

“Oh she wanted it alright,” Yvonne turned and put her arm about Leah’s shoulders, leaning towards her conspiratorially. There was a wicked grin on her face, “And she absolutely loved it. Couldn’t stop coming, I mean proper moaning and begging.”

Leah wasn’t sure how seriously to take Yvonne’s claim, but she felt somehow envious, “I would love to see that.”

“Well, if you’re lucky I suppose you might. Or if I’m lucky rather,” Yvonne sighed. Then she let her hand fall from Leah’s shoulders and turned to face her, “But, um, best not to ask about it directly though, when we’re with other girls I mean.”

“Of course,” Leah replied, “About what exactly?”

“About Sisterhood girls fucking each other,” Yvonne explained, “Like that. It’s not such a big deal really but I guess some of them are more stuck up about it than others. For some of the novice ones, well, they have to take it, if their superior girl wants to, and so it’s maybe a bit embarrassing for them to admit it. And then it can also be a bit embarrassing for a more powerful girl to admit that she actually likes getting it. It’s a status thing, a bit silly really.”

The next thing that it occurred to Leah to wonder about was whether Yvonne also had to let senior girls fuck her, and more importantly whether she enjoyed it. But she stopped, froze her mouth just as the first syllables of a question were forming, realizing it might not be such a polite question to ask. She looked Yvonne in the eyes and there was a short pause, which Leah rushed to fill as she worried that Yvonne might anticipate her question and then either say nothing, deepening the awkwardness of the silence, or volunteer an answer that she didn’t really want to have to give.

“So your shoes. Should we get them?” Leah blurted.

“Oh,” Yvonne looked down at her feet, “I had forgotten. I think I must have taken them off in the other room when…”

“I can get them for you,” Leah volunteered hurriedly.

“No no, don’t worry,” Yvonne held out her hand to indicate that Leah should stay, “You stay here. I’ll be right back.” Leah watched Yvonne bound lightly across the room and disappear back through the door to the smaller chamber, closing it behind her.

There was silence. Or rather the sort of almost silence that consists only of the very faintest regular babbling or humming sounds carried through solid walls. Leah thought perhaps she could hear some of the music or chatter of the great hall, but it might also have been the murmur of a distant stream of water. Leah sat back on the bed, sinking deeper into it than she had anticipated, then changed her mind and stood up. She looked up and around, tracing the tangled vine-like painted pattern that circled the tops of the walls where they joined the high ceiling. The room about her looked larger and grander now that she stood there on her own. The ceiling was spanned by several wide beams of timber. The plaster between the beams was painted a deep red that more or less matched the lampshades and curtains, but the wood of the beams themselves was bare, gnarled and dried into grooves and ridges in a way that only occurs over a long period of time.

Leah tried to grasp the size of the whole Summer House. She had seen only the front of the building from outside as they had arrived, where two further side wings were visible. The only hint she had gotten as to how far back it might go had been when Annika had taken her out onto the narrow balcony that connected to the small guest room in which they had hidden themselves away. Leah hadn’t been able to keep her sense of direction on the way there, hadn’t even tried, but looking out into the dusk light it had seemed that they were at the side of the building and still quite near the front of it. Here in Lena’s suite they were perhaps on the same side but further back.

It occurred to Leah to go and pull aside the curtains to peek out of the window. But just as she rose and took a first step, the side door opened and Yvonne entered, followed a moment later by Annika and Lena.

Yvonne had on a simple pair of flat black shoes, their tops cut low and wide so that the toes were not completely covered, the spaces between them just showing. Her gown billowed about her, its silky folds caressing her smooth, slender legs.

Lena and Annika were both in high heels, sandal-type ones that left the feet mostly bare but for a few straps. They now both stood slightly taller than Yvonne. Lena was wearing the black dress that she had picked out earlier, and her silky blondish-brown hair was tied neatly up in a high pony tail, baring her neck, which was clasped tightly in the neckband of the dress and framed by two silver teardrop earrings. She looked stern, cool, elegant.

Annika’s style was rather different. She had perhaps blow-dried her hair or brushed it into a thick, glossy wave down to her shoulders. From the ankle upwards her slim legs were clad in a pair of tight black leggings. A frilly navy blue and white striped skirt sat low around her waist, tight at the top over her hips, then looser around her thighs. Her midriff was bare, and Leah noticed again with a tinge of envy what a great figure she had. Annika was slim, but her hips were curved and full, her stomach flat but soft, and lightly tanned. Above her bare midsection she was wearing a short cropped top in a blue that matched the skirt.

“Right,” Lena’s face was bright with an excited, eyes-only smile. She arched one eyebrow, “Are we perhaps all finally ready?”

“A little makeup?” Yvonne suggested.

“Ooh yes, I nearly forgot. There’s some in the top drawer there if you want,” Lena indicated a waist-high wooden dressing table topped by a triptych of mirrors.

“Leah?” Yvonne offered her hand.

“Oh. Yes, thanks,” she followed Yvonne over to the dressing table, “Maybe just the eyes.”

“That’s how I like it too,” Yvonne smiled. “Don’t fancy getting lipstick all over my dick.”

“Right,” Leah giggled. Yvonne reached into the top drawer and set a handful of slim black tubes and pencils down on the dresser top. There were various shades of eye pencil, and a few tubes of mascara.

Leah leaned over and took a look at herself in the mirror. She was pleased. She looked healthy, vigorous, her face slightly flushed and glowing. Over her shoulder across the room she could see Lena and Annika standing in front of a similar, larger, dressing table, fussing at one another’s hair. Leah picked out a black pencil. She held her face close to the mirror. Blinking each eye closed in turn, she traced a fine dark line over the tip of each eyelid, then stared upward and matched them with lines at the top of her lower lids.