The Tonisian Distillation - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Leftenant Friedrich Lyle spent a good while perusing Lord de'Boril's texts. The young officer had rarely seen such a collection of books, and, he knew, some of the works here could be found no where else! 'The Historie Graifica', 'Remembrances of the Winter Campaigns of Tunis', 'The Principality'. These books were priceless!

Even so, the young man had had a long day, and he soon retired to his room. He was shortly between the thick sheets of the most comfortable bed he'd ever slept in. Drifting off to sleep, Lyle reviewed the day hazily, smiling softly at the remembered charms of the maid. If Julia ever caught him thinking about another woman that way...

The thought of his fiance conjured an image of the girl in his mind. He remembered her shining blonde tresses, always properly coifed. The young woman was always proper, in everything she did. This caused Lyle to grimace. While he truly loved the girl, he sometimes wished she would be a little more flexible in her actions.

But that was not to be. Julia de'Forst was the daughter of one of the leading nobles of the realm. Lyle considered himself lucky to even attempt to court her, for his family, while wealthy, had only ascended to the peerage through the gallant sacrifice of his father in the last war. Lyle's uncle, the family patriarch, quickly took advantage to the new situation, and the Lyle Clan was soon well established.

Lyle sighed, shifting beneath the heavy covers. Julia proved to be a wild, impetuous girl, with firm ideas of what was appropriate. The contrasts sometimes drove Lyle wild! He grinned, thinking of his fiance's reaction to the forward maid. She would be turning the air blue with her curses if she had witnessed the performance!

Eventually, he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. He had no idea how much time had passed when the light tapping at his door awakened him. Still groggy with sleep, he rolled out of the massive bed and pulled on the sitting robe that had been provided. He moved hesitantly through the darkness, finally finding the door.

"Who is it?"

"Milord, the master wishes you to present you with a gift." The voice of the maid that had teased him earlier came softly through the door, conjuring images of her soft bosom in the young man's mind.

He sighed. "Can't this wait until morning? I'm dead to the world!" Lyle could not seem to grasp just how completely odd being woken up at this late hour was.

The maid's voice came again. "I'm sorry, Milord, but the master insisted that it be delivered to you immediately."

Lyle sighed, reaching for the door. Whatever it was, he'd toss it on the divan and head back to bed. He was sure it could wait until a reasonable hour. He pulled open the door.

Gretel stood before him, her bare skin glowing in the light of the single taper she held. Her smallish breasts, thrust before her, tipped with her pale nipples, seemed to stare at him. She rested her weight on one leg, her other hip thrust out, the curve of her waist enhanced. The girl's eyes sparkled intensely, never wavering as they captured Lyle's. The young man's breath caught in his throat.

"Please Milord," Gretel began, reaching out to stroke tingling fingers across the young man's jaw, which hung open in amazement, "please let us in. The master would be most pleased."

Us? Then he saw her. The other maid, Anne, was there too, the dark brunette with the thick silky hair. That wondrous hair was now draped over one shoulder, teasing the exposed, dark areolae that topped her succulent mounds. Her slim legs rose to meet curved hips. Her dark mound glistened in the faint light; already she was ready with desire! One hand lightly stroked across her taut belly and over her hip, eventually caressing across her smooth bottom. Her dark eyes peered out at him from under her long smoky lashes, seemingly devouring him with every glance.

The first maid's fingers once more stroked his cheek, and he found himself losing focus. His first emotion, astonishment, quickly gave way to a brief flash of outrage. This faded almost immediately under the maid's tingling caress however, and Lyle found himself staggering slowly back, allowing the two nymphs to enter his chamber.

The dark one, Anne, came around the auburn haired beauty and gently pulled at his robe, loosening it. "Come, Milord, rest easy, for we shall be gentle!" Both girls laughed, husky with their lust and desire, and Lyle could see the aroused blushes decorating their bare skin.

"It's not that..." Gretel pressed her hot flesh up against him, and he felt his erection, fully and thrillingly erect, press against her belly. The sensation almost overwhelmed him!

"Yes, Milord?" Gretel breathed, pulling the robe over Lyle's shoulder while Anne trailed her nails down over the young officer's back.

"Not that, I'm engaged..." Lyle groaned, feeling Anne's fingers tingling down his back while Gretel's body quivered against him, sending waves of desire through him.

"Oh, Milord, think not of the future, but of the present!" The maid before him captured his mouth with her own, and he tasted her delightful tongue as it sought his.

Lyle's growing desire crushed any thoughts of Julia. The two overwhelmingly sensuous temptresses were becoming his only focus. He groaned with pleasure as Anne began to work her way down his back, her soft bosom trailing lightly over his skin and her hot tongue teasingly following. Down, down, down...

Gretel, the maid before him, pressed her stunning body against him, and, seemingly of their own volition, Lyle's hands captured her firm mounds, squeezing tightly. The young officer heard the maid moaning with pleasure and felt her arch her back, pressing against him urgently.

Lost in the pleasures, he barely noticed Anne lightly nip his ass, but he felt her arms circling his waist, and he was most definitely aware when her hands wrapped about his penis. "Oh my Lord," he wailed, overwhelmed. The maid was stroking him firmly, occasionally running her fingers over the head, using his pre-cum to aid in her ministrations.

Gretel, feeling Anne's fingers entwined about Lyle's shaft, slowly knelt; trailing burning kisses over the man's chest as she moved. Soon, she knelt before his manhood. She looked up at him, her face full of lust and desire. "Would you like me to kiss you here, my lord?" she asked breathily. She too captured his cock, and without pause, flicked her hot little tongue across the salty slit at the head.

Lyle groaned in agony! He so wanted to fuck these girls, he wanted to take them and fuck them blind! The dark one was working her way back up his back, since her friend had taken over down below. The girl's arms were wrapped around him, her body pressed tightly against him.

"My lord?" the dark one whispered in his ear, before she captured it lightly between her teeth for a second. "My lord, please, I cannot wait! Take me!" The girl was whining, grinding her hips against his ass. He could feel her ready moisture.

Lyle was mad with desire. He no longer tried to resist. He had to have them now! With a rough yank, he grabbed Gretel by the hair, causing her to gasp in painful delight. Pulling her up, he propelled her toward his large bed. He snagged Anne by the arm and thrust her after Gretel. Almost blindly he followed, pushing the brunette face-down. With a growling curse, he plowed into the girl's tight puss, filling her with his shaft.

Anne cried out, arching back to ease the pain of Lyle's forceful entry. He was so wonderfully hard! In seconds, she was thrusting back, meeting his urgent thrusting with her own wild bucking.

Gretel, eyes wide with lust, pressed herself close to Lyle as he fucked her friend from behind. She fingered her wet hole, and teasingly thrust her fingers into the man's mouth. Her juices only seemed to enflame the man all the more!

Before long, Anne collapsed beneath Lyle's mad thrusts. Her eyes rolled back and she exploded in an unbelievable orgasm, her clit unable to handle being ground against the bed linen. Almost unconscious, she barely felt Lyle withdraw from her soaking twat. When she was finally able to move, she shifted only far enough to watch as Gretel went down on Lyle.

The auburn-haired girl had Lyle on his back, and she knelt between his legs. She was practically swallowing Lyle's manhood, over and over again. The young man was thrusting urgently into her mouth and had one hand on the back of her head, seemingly determined the fill her mouth with his seed.

Anne, already wet again because of her unnatural lusts, climbed over and positioned herself above Lyle's face. Soon enough, the young officer sensed the feast before him, and his tongue darted out to discover Anne's sweet secrets. The brunette mewled in ecstasy, almost unable to stay upright while Lyle feasted.

Gretel heard Anne's gasps and glanced up to see the girl riding Lyle's face, eyes shut, lost in the wondrous sex. Feeling her own pussy tingling with need, she mounted the man, filling her hole with his hard shaft. She sank to the root, her clit grinding against his pelvis, and leaned forward, holding on to Anne to support herself.

The two girls immediately clung to each other, both almost lost in the overwhelming feelings Lyle was giving them. With almost no thought other than to continue the pleasure, the girls started to tease each other's nipples and kiss each other deeply. Neither ceased grinding her pussy against the man beneath them though, Anne riding his tongue while Gretel took his cock deep.

Both girls came again, clinging against each other. The taint within them pulled Lyle along, causing his abrupt, shattering ejaculation. So intense was his orgasm that he had no idea how long it took for him to recover. When he did, he found two sex-stained, beautiful girls huddled close to him, playfully twirling his chest hair about their fingers. He found this to be highly erotic. Amazingly, he felt his shaft strengthening again!

With a low growl of pleasure, Lyle stroked the beauties lightly. Both responded immediately. Before they surrendered once more to the lust, Lyle laughed, "Lord de'Boril truly has wondrous presents!" With that, he buried his face between Gretel's breasts.

Continued in Chapter 6