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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes
without the consent of the author.
John Carter
By
Lazlo Zalezak
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003
Part 2: Mantle Of Aries
Chapter 19
Beth arrived at the house tired from a horrible day of work. There
had been a major car accident. She had personally attended three
people, each of whom required extensive work to treat. Kelly was
not in much better shape. Beth turned to Kelly, "I hope the guys
are home tonight. We both could use a little pampering."
Kelly sighed, "You know them. When they are hot on the trail of
something, it is a no holds barred war."
"I think we are going to have to train them on how to treat their
wives like queens."
Kelly said as she laughed, "From what I understood, Queens
weren't treated all that well by their Kings. Maybe we ought to aim
at being treated like mistresses."
"Well, let's get our royal asses into the house."
The women exited the car and walked into the house. They were
greeted by Bill, the secretary/accountant that they had hired to take
care of the bothersome tasks of dealing with telephone calls and
bills. He addressed them, "My ladies, the lords of the manner have
requested your presence for dinner at eight tonight. Your
attendants shall come to your rooms at seven to assist you in
dressing for the event."
Beth and Kelly looked at each other in surprise. Ladies? Lords?
Attendants? It didn't make sense to them. Beth asked, "What shall
we do until seven?"
Bill replied, "Wine, cheese, and sliced fruits have been delivered to
your rooms. Bob and I shall be happy to give you a massage after
you bathe."
Beth smiled at the reminder. John had insisted that everyone on the
staff learn how to give massages. Kelly and she had always had the
women perform the massages, but she knew that tonight they
would be busy in the kitchen. Beth replied, "That would be fine."
"Excellent my Lady. Bob and I shall come to your rooms at half
past six."
Beth and Kelly giggled and headed to their rooms. Outside their
doors were trays with the pre-dinner snacks and glasses of wine.
The trays were on small tables set beside the door. There was one
ironclad rule in the house. No one was allowed into the private
room of another without the express permission and presence of
the owner of that room. That rule applied to staff and each other.
Beth opened her door and took the tray into her room. She saw
Kelly doing the same thing, but Kelly took a moment to take a sip
of wine. Beth closed the door and stripped. It was only a few
minutes before six and she decided that she was going to stay
naked until her attendants arrived. She put in an Enya CD in the
stereo and turned it on to a nice pleasing volume. She sat down in
her comfort chair and started on the snacks. She could feel the
tension escaping from her body.
She went into the bathroom and took a shower. It was a quick
shower, as she preferred to spend her time relaxing in a chair and
enjoying some quiet time. She knew that Kelly would have
immediately started a bath and would spend her time relaxing in it
with music and her fruit. Instead, she turned on all of the jets in the
shower and stood in it for a few minutes with her arms up in the air
as the warm water pulsed against every inch of her body. Her
whole body tingled from the sensations.
She returned to the sitting room and slowly worked on the fruit
plate and glass of wine. She had gone from being tired, weary, and
unloved to being relaxed, happy, and loved in just twenty minutes.
Her massage would start in ten minutes, but for now, she enjoyed
the private time alone.
A knock on the door broke her out of her reverie. She thought
about putting on a robe, but decided that it was just a waste of
time. She opened the door to find Bob with one of the portable
massage tables. He pulled it into the room and quickly set up. "My
Lady, if you would please get face up on the table while I turn
down the lights. I have decided to give you a powder massage
rather than a hot oil massage. I believe that will feel better under
your evening attire. Does that meet with your approval?"
"Yes," she replied as she climbed onto the table lay on her back.
She loved how he worked the rest of the body before turning his
attention to her back.
Bob began his massage with her face, running his hands along
individual muscles. No matter how many times he massaged a
woman, he couldn't help getting an erection. The act of giving a
massage was sexy to an extreme, but he never did anything to
jeopardize his position. He had worked as a handyman, auto-
mechanic, and gardener in the past. He loved each job, but hated
doing any one of them full time. Now he had his perfect job. He
was in charge of a fleet of cars, all of the gardening, and repairs to
the house. He worked at his pace under very understanding bosses.
He had learned to give massages and be a security guard. He was
given his own room, with a door that opened only to his palm
print. His co-workers were sexually liberated and it was seldom
that he spent a night alone.
In the living room, John and Ed were talking with the group of
people that had come to help them dress. John stated, "We can set
up reservations for you at Maria's Cantina. It has great Mexican
food."
Greg interrupted, "We had discussed this on the way here. We
brought our costumes with us. We are all very good entertainers.
We juggle, play renaissance music, dance, tell stories, and act as
servants. We would really enjoy playing a background role in your
evening."
Ed turned to John. "They're really serious."
John smiled, "That would be great. I'll have to check with
Marguerite to see what she can do about feeding you."
Chrissy smiled, "We brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
You don't need to worry about us."
Marguerite came out of the kitchen at hearing her name. "What
was that about checking with me?"
"Oh, it was about feeding them," replied John. He knew that she
had probably cooked three times as much food as they would ever
eat, but that she would complain about having to feed others at the
last minute. He added, "but there's no need. They brought peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches."
Marguerite exploded, "They are going to eat that crap when I, the
best chef in the state, is cooking? No way, I have more than
enough to feed them."
Ed laughed, "So it is decided."
Greg looked at the table and suggested, "Why don't you and Ed
take it easy while we set up this room appropriate for a feast for a
pair of lords and their ladies?"
"Sounds good to me. When Marguerite can spare Ling, she will
take you upstairs to a pair of rooms where you may change your
clothes."
Marguerite exploded and stated, "I can not spare Ling. We are
preparing a major meal."
One of the men raised his hand, "I graduated from the American
Culinary Institute in New York. Perhaps I can help."
Marguerite looked at him in surprise and considered the offer.
"Yes, come into the kitchen and we'll get you ready to work."
Greg sidled up to John and asked in a low voice, "Uh, just so that
there isn't any confusion, would you prefer us to act tame, randy,
or wild?"
"Uh, what's the difference?"
"Well, in a tame acts we tell jokes and do things that you would
allow children to attend. When we're randy, we tell off color jokes
and sing ribald songs. When we act wild we start tame, move to
randy, and then later, there's fondling and, on occasion, some
nudity or more."
John laughed, "Wild of course! We want you to have as much fun
as us."
Ed and John headed towards their rooms to clean up and relax for a
few minutes. The evening was working out better than they had
planned. John wanted it to be fun, risqué, and unique. It sounded
like that was going to happen.
John showered and trimmed his beard before relaxing in his sitting
room. It was sparsely decorated. A single chair and small table was
the entire furnishings. Some pictures drawn by Karla were hung on
the wall in individual picture frames. They followed her
development from the first picture she had drawn of him to the
latest portrait she had painted. Looking at the pictures made him
feel good.
His casual appreciation of the art was interrupted by a knock on the
door. He opened it to find a smiling Greg standing in front of him.
Greg was still in his street clothes. Greg rubbed his hands together
and stated, "Let's get started."
He proceeded to hand clothes to John and adjusted their fit each
piece at a time. The transformation took some time, but the effect
was even better than in the store. John stood there looking like a
lord of old. The addition of a large ducal ring and the knife in the
belt completed the look. Greg suggested, "Wear the medallion on
the outside, which is how a Lord would wear one."
John decided to have a little fun. He challenged Greg, "If you can
reach in and pull it out, I'll wear it out."
Greg reached up and touched the chain to the medallion. Almost
immediately, his vision blurred and he felt queasy. He was about to
steel himself and then realized that if the medallion didn't want to
be shown to the world, that it would be best if he didn't force it. As
soon as he made that decision, his vision returned and his
queasiness disappeared. He removed his hand from the chain,
"Amazing. I've never experienced anything like that. Is it magic?"
John simply stated, "I am a Druid and the medallion is a gift from
the Gods and Goddesses that I serve."
Greg considered the answer for a minute and realized that the guy
dressing Ed was a Druid. He wondered how he would have reacted
to the amulet. He was about to make a comment about Jim, but
decided that he would be better off not saying a word.
In Ed's room, Ed was confronted with someone that thought he
was a druid. His truth sense told him that Jim actually believed that
he was a druid. Ed decided to politely dissuade him from making
the claim around John. He stated, "Jim, I would prefer if you
would call yourself a pagan wise one while in this house."
Jim replied politely, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you have a
problem with Druids. I will let it be known to the rest of the group
that they should address me differently tonight. I did not mean to
cause offense."
Ed laughed while stating, "Oh boy. You don't understand. I am a
Druid. John is the highest ranking Druid in the world."
Jim looked puzzled. "You should greet me like a brother then."
Ed, still undressed, stated, "Touch my medallion if you can."
Jim, unsuspecting, reached out and touched the medallion. For a
full minute, he stood in place like stone. He fell to the floor in pain.
In anguish, he cried out, "What was that?"
Ed asked, "What happened to you?"
Jim stared at him with large eyes. "I was in a meadow, next to a
stream. A naked woman was there, gesturing to me. When I
approached, she told me to come to her at the appointed time and
place. If I missed the appointment, I would experience pain that
would be unbelievable. She gave me a taste of it and then I was
back here."
"Was there a man there?"
"No."
Ed smiled and stated, "Then you are chosen to serve the Goddess.
You are now an initiate and may refer to yourself as such. I will
give you directions on how to make your appointment."
Jim stared at Ed still in shock. With a slight tremor in his voice, he
asked, "How am I supposed to address you?"
Ed smiled at Jim, then answered, "You may address me as Ed."
The surprisingly simple answer reassured Jim considerably. He
changed the topic by stating, "If I may dress you now."
Down the hallway, Kelly opened the door to find a rather large
woman standing in front of her carrying a huge pile of boxes. She
had expected one of the household staff. Her surprise at finding
someone that she didn't know was quite evident. The woman
asked, "My Lady, are you ready to be dressed?"
Somewhat confused, Kelly invited the woman into her room. The
woman introduced herself, "I'm Sarah, my Lady. I've been chosen
to attend to you this evening by Lord Ed."
Kelly nodded, "Thank you Sarah. What should I do?"
Sarah smiled, "Nothing, my Lady. Just allow me to dress you."
"Can't I dress myself?"
"I doubt that you could, my Lady. Lord John had suggested that
you have a man servant, but he learned that the men had
difficulties enough removing the clothes that they could do nothing
to assist you in dressing."
Kelly really looked surprised at that. She asked, "The dress tonight
is that complex?"
In answer, Sarah looked through the boxes and pulled out a white
silk dress. She helped Kelly into it while saying, "This, my Lady is
the under-dress. You will wear two of these to help fill out the rest
of the attire. A bra and panties is not appropriate for this kind of
wear."
She proceeded to put layer after layer of clothes on Kelly while
telling her the function of each piece of clothing. Kelly's delight in
the clothes grew as each layer transformed her from a twentieth-
century woman to a medieval babe. The clothes, particularly the
girdle, pushed her breasts up and together giving her a very
pleasing cleavage. The last clothing item to go on was the shoes
that were more like slippers. Finally, they were done with the
clothes.
Sarah opened the last box and examined the contents. She pulled
out a very ornate headdress and draped it over Kelly's hair. She
selected a very long necklace that drew the eye straight to Kelly's
cleavage. The hand flower had metal links in an intricate pattern
that ran from a bracelet to a ring. The last to go on was a waist
chain with little bells that twinkled when she walked.
Sarah stepped back and looked at Kelly. Her eyes were moist and
her voice emotional as she stated, "You are so beautiful. They must
really love you to spend so much on a single outfit for a single
night. Now go to a mirror and look at yourself, my Lady."
Kelly stood in front of the mirror looking at the wondrously
beautiful woman looking back at her. She couldn't believe her
eyes. She turned to Sarah asking, "Tell me, is that woman in the
mirror really me?"
"Yes, my Lady."
"Amazing. I feel like the princess in a fairy tale."
Sarah smiled. "Yes, my Lady. You are the princess in a fairy tale.
Now, if there is nothing else that you require of me, I must go
dress for this evenings festivities."
"Go on," replied Kelly still looking in the mirror at her reflection.
She hardly heard the door close behind her. The image of walking
through an enchanted forest came unbidden to her mind. She gave
in to the sudden urge to walk through the atrium and the plants
there. She slipped out her door and entered the nearest path
through the plants.
As she cleared the last turn before the bench in the center of the
atrium, she saw Beth headed in her direction. Both women cried,
"My goodness, you're lovely."
They ran to each other and embraced. Tears of happiness ran down
their cheeks. Both were overwhelmed at the surroundings and the
care that had been taken to make them feel special. For the
moment, they were in an enchanted forest. Beth wiped away a tear
as she stated, "Look at us. We're weeping for no reason."
"Those two are amazing," replied Kelly. John and Ed never ceased
to amaze her. She laughed, "At least we got our Royal Asses in the
house in time to experience this."
Beth laughed as she remembered the conversation in the car. She
added, "We had better get our Royal Asses to the dining room."
When they reached the dining area, a man, they did not know,
dressed in a simple costume announced them. "Lords and guests.
Lady Beth and Lady Kelly present themselves."
Turning to the ladies, he stated, "My Ladies, your seats await you
at the high table."
They entered the dining room. The tables had been arranged with
one across the back of the room with a table along each end
running perpendicular. Chairs were on one side of the tables only.
Behind the tables, guests were bowing or curtseying according to
gender. John and Ed were in half bows with a hand outstretched
for the ladies to take. The women joined the men and sat down at
the head table with them. The guests straightened up and then
seated themselves. John turned to the women seated between Ed
and him, "You ladies are visions that would make angels cry at
your beauty."
Beth and Kelly each hugged the man closest to them with tears in
their eyes. They were overwhelmed by the amount of effort the
men had put into this evening. It made them feel guilty that they
had been complaining earlier.
Beth hardly recognized Bill when he came to the table and poured
her wine. She had a small pitcher that contained wine set next to
her glass. She noticed similar small pitchers next to the glasses all
along the table. One of the guests suddenly stood and raised his
glass, "A toast for our Lords and their beautiful Ladies! May you
have a long life filed with happiness and prosperity!"
The toast was seconded by all of the guests, "Here! Here!"
Those at the high table took their glasses and raised them to
receive the toast. A small sip later, the glasses were set down.
Marguerite came out of the kitchen dressed in the peasant costume,
"Lords, Ladies, and Guests. The first course tonight is a wonderful
little Endive Salad with sliced fruits to wake the palate for the rest
of tonight's culinary adventure."
Two serving wenches came out of the kitchen carrying two plates
each. These were delivered to the head table. They made several
more trips to provide food for each of the guests. Comments that
were complimentary to the food and the serving wenches were
heard around the room. The salad was simple and wonderful.
When a person finished their salad, one of the serving wenches
came and removed the plate. When a glass was less than half full,
Bill came by to fill it. People would get up and walk around only
to stop at someone's chair and talk. The man who had made the
toast, wandered over to John, "My Lord, if you would care for a
little music with your dinner, I shall have the musicians brought
in."
Kelly clapped her hands in delight, "Oh that would be so
wonderful."
John smiled, "I can't refuse Lady Kelly anything tonight."
The man nodded and left the room. Beth looked around and
exclaimed, "Hey, different people are at the table."
John and Ed winked at each other as the musicians entered the
room. They seated themselves in four chairs near the corner of the
room. After a few minutes for them to be settled, they started
playing some nice music.
Marguerite entered the room after the music had started. In an
official voice, she announced, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests! The
second course tonight is a wonderful Beef and Barley soup served
within a bowl made of rye bread."
Beth giggled at the formality of the announcement. She was really
enjoying the entire spectacle. She realized that Marguerite was
enjoying it just as much or even more so. She looked around the
room and realized that Ling and Bill were seated amongst the
guests. She realized what was happening. The guests and servants
were switching places to make the banquet look like more people
attended.
The soup was delivered by another serving wench. The woman
curtsied in front of John as she set the soup in front of him. It took
Kelly a second to realize that it was Sarah in full costume. Her
large build filled out the outfit in all of the right places. She
watched as Sarah served another one of the guests. This guest
fondled her as she bent over to serve him and stated in a loud
enough voice to carry through the whole room, "You're a fine
looking wench. Big enough for a man to grab onto when he lays
with her at night. What say you, come to my room later tonight?"
Sarah peered over the edge of the table. She laughed as she teased,
"I may be big enough for a man to grab onto, but the real question
is if you're man enough for me to know that you're there. If my
eyes do not deceive me, the answer is nay."
Laughter rose from every corner of the room as Sarah tossed a hip
in the man's direction and strutted into the kitchen. John watched
Beth and Kelly out of the corner of his eye. When the exchange
had started, he noticed Kelly tense up and then break into laughter
by the end. Beth was smiling so hard that her face was starting to
hurt.
They ate their soup and talked at a leisurely pace. The bowl made
of bread was large, but contained a surprisingly small portion of
soup. A ten-course meal could not have huge servings for each
course. Beth not knowing what was in store for her, started eating
the bowl. After she had taken a few bites, Ed leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "You might want to leave some room. There
are eight more courses to come."
Beth looked at him in shock. "Eight more courses?"
Kelly heard her comment and turned to John. "This is a ten-course
meal?"
John laughed as he stated, "Why do you think Marguerite is so
happy?"
The soups were cleared from the tables. One of the musicians
stood and requested, "If My Lord does not object, we shall take our
break now."
John waved a hand in a royal fashion. One of the guests rose and
told a limerick that was rather lame. Another guest rose and told a
much better limerick. For the next ten minutes, the guests
challenged each other with limericks. Cheers were given for good
ones and insults were bandied about for the bad ones. Nudges were
passed for the naughty ones.
When the laughter had died down, Marguerite entered the room
again. She yelled, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests! The third course
tonight is a Roast of Beef served with mashed Turnips and Peas in
a light cream sauce."
A serving wench and a peasant man brought food to the high table.
They set the plates in front of them. The peasant surprised
everyone by patting the serving wench on the bottom with a hand
covered in flour. She screamed, "Aye, you knave. You got flour on
my bum. How am I to get that off?"
The peasant replied, "I'll be more than happy to spank your bum
till all of the flour is gone."
She retorted, "That is how it got there in the first place. If you try
spanking that flour off, we'll be here all night and I won't be fit for
a tumble in the hay for a week!"
The whole room burst out in laughter. She turned her backside to
Ed and stated, "My Lord, would you care to spank the flour off my
bum?"
Beth and Kelly burst out laughing. Almost as one they said, "Go
for it, Lord Ed."
Ed blushing furiously gave her a couple of light smacks on the
behind. She made a big production of each swat. When he stopped
she looked at him over her shoulder and stated, "My Lord, I think
you missed a spot."
Ed gave her one more. "There you go, wench!"
"You can do that to me all night long, my Lord. In fact, please do
that to me all night long."
Ed's blush deepened as she sauntered back to the kitchen. John was
laughing so hard that he was having difficulty staying in his chair.
Kelly was laughing almost as hard. Beth turned to Kelly and
stated, "I like the way that wench thinks!"
They started eating the roast beef. John called out to Ed, "I see they
burned yours."
Ed retorted, "I see they forgot to cook yours."
It was their standard comment about how each of them liked their
food. Kelly and Beth smiled at each other. After a whispered
conversation between the two, Kelly signaled Bill over to the table.
When he arrived, she asked him to lean over so that she could
whisper something in his ear. After a minute of whispered
conversation, Bill laughed and stated, "Yes, my Lady."
Bill left the table and went into the kitchen. After this, the course
was eaten in a leisurely fashion. The conversation around the table
was animated and friendly. It was also very subtle. Beth was
watching the guests as they ate. She suddenly realized that there
was an undercurrent to the discussions.
She whispered to Kelly. They watched as one of the female guests
at the end of the table was pressing her breasts together and up
while making kissing gestures to a man seated at the other table.
When the man next to her would turn to her, she snapped to
attention and looked like she was listening to every word he said.
When he turned to talk to the guest on his other side, she reached
up and pulled the top of her top down lower so that more of her
breasts were shown. Beth and Kelly whispered their observations
to the Ed and John.
They watched with delight at the action before them. When the
men turned to their right, the woman seated there would look and
listen attentively. When the men turned to their left, the woman
would resume flirting with the man across the table. Meanwhile,
the man would be caressing the breast of the woman to his left
while she would be discreetly rubbing him under the table. The
same scene was being played out in various ways around the room.
The near catches were very funny as people made up implausible
excuses for their behavior. These people were definitely having fun
playing their parts.
Somehow in the midst of all the fun and games around the table,
the dishes had been cleared without them noticing. It was quite a
surprise when Marguerite came out to announce the fourth course.
"Lords, Ladies, and Guests. The fourth course tonight is a light
salad to cleanse the palate for the next course."
She was about to leave when Bill came to attention by the high
table, "Just a moment. A complaint about the last course was
registered by the Lords."
Marguerite replied, "Nay, tell me it is not so!"
Kelly stated, "It is so. Lord Ed noted that Lord John's meat was
uncooked. Lord John noted that Lord Ed had been served meat that
was overcooked."
John and Ed looked at each other in puzzlement. Beth continued
where Kelly had stopped, "I think a punishment is in order."
The whole room shouted it agreement, "Quite rightly."
Greg stood, "My Ladies, I heard the Lords discussing their lunch
and how this wench had forgotten to prepare it for them!"
Kelly looked at Marguerite and questioned, "Is this so?"
Marguerite meekly stated, "Aye, my Lady. It is so."
Since neither Kelly nor Beth knew what punishment had been
dreamed up by Marguerite and Bill, they knew they would have to
turn it over to him somehow. They didn't want to get John or Ed
into the discussion, so Kelly took the lead, "My Lords, let us not
dirty our hands with punishing this wench. Allow Bill to come up
with a proper punishment!"
John caught on. "Of course, however, I must warn you that the
punishment should fit the crime!"
Bill bowed and stated, "As you command, my Lord."
The musicians returned to play while the food was being served.
This time, they sang while playing their instruments. The songs
were of a ribald nature with themes of cheating husbands and
wives. One song that was particularly funny was about a couple
that cheated on each other only to discover their cheating had been
with each other. Before the last song had finished, the salads were
eaten and the plates were cleared from the tables.
Ling came out from the kitchen. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and
Guests. The fifth course tonight is a simple White Fish Filet with
an Almond Sauce on a bed of greens. It is accompanied by
steamed carrots."
Sarah was the serving wench for this course. She came to the table
in front of John and stepped back with a frown. She stated, "Does
my Lord not wish to participate in the customary fifth course flirt?"
John looked a little startled and inquired, "I fear that I am not
familiar with this custom. Please explain it to me."
"My Lord, when the wench comes to serve the fifth course, the
men are to hold their right hand out like so." She held a hand out
with the first finger crooked like a hook with the barb pointed
downward. She winked at him, "The rest is up to the serving
wench."
John, puzzled, held his hand in the fashion she had instructed him.
Smiling, as she set the plate in front of him, she positioned herself
so that the top of her blouse was caught by her finger. Stepping
back and up exposed her breasts for John to see. She held that pose
of about ten seconds and stepped further back pulling the blouse
from his grasp thereby covering her breasts. Kelly and Beth burst
out laughing at his blush.
Sarah went to Ed. Beth nudged him in the side and he stuck his
hand out in the same way. She carefully set the plate down and
stepped back. Nothing had been exposed. She taunted, "I saw you
spank that wench earlier. I'm not that kind of woman!"
She flounced off towards the kitchen leaving a speechless Ed
sitting there. After a few seconds, he burst out laughing with the
rest of the room. He turned and saw that John was still blushing
and started laughing even harder. He cracked, "Hey, at least I got
to touch!"
That set off the whole room into another fit of laughter. Sarah went
around the room serving the fish. Some men she let expose her and
others she didn't. For those that she didn't, she always had a witty
reason.
Kelly and Beth were having a great time. John and Ed were paying
attention to them. The guests were entertaining. The food was great
and the wine was quite heady. During this course, women were
sitting in men's laps while being fondled. Tops were opened and
closed with regularity.
The course was finished in record time. A couple of the guests
were banging on the tables shouting, "Bring out the Bard! Bring
out the Bard!"
The young man helping in the kitchen came out carrying a harp.
He seated himself and began to sing. The first song was a rousing
recital of a great war between invading Vikings and a small
village. The next song was a love song about a fair maiden and her
poor suitor. The song had more than one couple hugging and
kissing by the end.
Ling came out from the kitchen. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and
Honored Guests. The sixth course is a seafood crepe."
Small plates with a crepe filled with crab were brought to the table
by male servants. Kelly pouted when hers was served. She asked,
"Is there not a sixth course tease for the women?"
John heard her comment and stated, "Lord, Ladies, and Honored
Guests, a suggestion to start a tradition of a sixth course tease for
women has been put forth. I concur. Henceforth, let there be a
sixth course tease for women."
Ed seconded, "The Gods love a randy woman!"
Kelly put forth her hand with a finger hooked downwards. The
servant got the idea. He hooked the top of his breeches in her
finger and pulled back a little. Kelly looked down and sighed, "Ah,
it's asleep."
When it was Beth's turn, she repeated the process. The rather
embarrassed young man gave her a nice glimpse. "I think it's
waking! I'm sure that by the time he gets to Sarah it shall be fully
awake and standing at attention."
The room laughed. The high table started to work on their crepes.
Their attention was grabbed when a screech came from the end of
the room. Sarah shouted, "My Lady was right! He's wide-awake
and standing tall. He's even fat. What more could a woman want?"
The room laughed when Sarah stood up and grabbed his arm. She
pulled him out of the room, although it was clear that he was not
complaining. John turned to Kelly and said, "I think you started
something here!"
She laughed and Beth stated, "It's about time we got a little
excitement around here!"
In short order, Sarah returned to the room, discreetly wiping her
mouth. In a satisfied voice, "Well, that sixth course was
outstanding! By they way, how were the crepes?"
The whole room burst out in laughter. Her behavior and comments
left little doubt as to what she had for a sixth course. Kelly leaned
over to John as she suggestively stated, "I hope you are the tenth
course!"
"Nay my Lady, I'm the eleventh!"
Marguerite came out wearing nothing but body jewelry and a waist
chain. Apparently, they had decided in the back upon that
punishment. John and Ed couldn't help staring at her. Beth and
Kelly were just as interested. Marguerite, a rather plump woman,
actually had a very sexual body. Her curves were soft without rolls
of fat or cellulite. Her presence in the room was accompanied by
lots of cheering and jeering. She shouted, "Lords, Ladies, and
Honored Guests. The seventh course is Goose stuffed with Fruits
and accompanied by wild rice."
By now, the party was in full swing. The serving wenches were
fondled and breasts bared on several occasions. Men and women
were feeding each other with great delight. Knife and forks were
abandoned in favor of fingers. John and Kelly feed each other
slowly. The only difficulty was the rice and that lead to lots of fun
tracking down errant grains.
A juggler entertained them with his skills in juggling and the jokes
he told while keeping the sand filled sacks in the air. He told a
particularly dirty joke about a woman named Sarah and her
legendary skills at playing the trouser flute. One of the guest
shouted out, "Sarah, show me your skill at the trouser flute."
Sarah retorted, "I'm the best when it comes to playing trouser
flutes, but I'm no good playing the piccolo!"
The room laughed and people returned to their activities with each
other. Blouses were now down more than up as the men played
with the women sitting upon their laps. Ed pointed to one couple
seated on the left table. He asked Beth, "isn't that Ling and Bob?"
Beth nodded, "She's got large breasts for an oriental. I never
realized that."
Ed eyed Beth speculatively. "You look interested in her."
She smiled, "Like you're not? You brought her to my attention!"
"Actually, I didn't realize that she and Bob were that close."
Beth blushed, "Oh yeah."
Marguerite came out dressed as before, "Lords, Ladies, and
Honored Guests. The eighth course is a selection of Cheeses and
Sliced Fruits."
Rather than a plate for each individual, plates were placed between
couples. The room had now formed into couples that laughed and
played as they fed each other. Some women were sitting on the
laps of the men. Others were sitting side by side with a hand under
the table. This was the case at the High Table. John was slowly
exploring under the layers of clothes worn by Kelly. Ed was slowly
rubbing Beth through the layers of clothing. In the process, the
cheese and fruits disappeared from the plates. Throughout, Bill
continually refilled glasses and served as personal attendant for the
two Lords. Of course, it was also noted that he disappeared into the
kitchen quite frequently.
Marguerite came out of the kitchen again. She shouted, "Lords,
Ladies, and Guests. The ninth course for this evening is a selection
of pastries served with a fine rich coffee."
A serving wench came out with plates loaded with little pastries.
The couples served each other desserts. The coffee was a
refreshing treat. The musicians took up their instruments and dance
music was played. The guests stood and danced in the opening in
front of the Lords table. John and Ed invited Beth and Kelly onto
the dance floor. After sitting so much that evening, getting up and
moving felt great. Skirts were lifted showing legs as the women
spun around on the floor. It soon became clear that none of the
women were wearing panties.
Sweating and breathing heavy from the dancing, people returned to
the tables. Beth and Kelly were glowing as a result of dancing.
They leaned against the men happy and content. Kelly whispered
in John's ear, "I can hardly wait for the eleventh course."
Marguerite came out and announced, "Lords, Ladies, and Guests.
The tenth and final course for the evening is Chocolate Covered
Strawberries, Carmel Apple Slices, and Orange Sections soaked in
Liquor."
She personally served the last course. When she came to John, she
asked, "Does my punishment please my Lord?"
John said with laugh, "A punishment that pleasing to the eye
pleases me much."
"How about you my Lady?"
Kelly blushed as she whispered, "For a cook, you look good
enough to eat."
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