Under the piping hot bathwater, Jon's fingers swiftly returned to their previous mission, plying her vaginal lips and exciting her clitoris. Her breath quickened as she worked her pussy. Her mind clouded over and thought only of her own gratification as her hips twitched and her legs went numb.
Her other hand was practically tearing at her nipple, squeezing and kneading the end of her breasts with her long fingernails. She hefted the swollen teat to her mouth and pressed her lips around it. She was worried it might be gross, but was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted just like another finger. Inside her mouth, her tongue attacked the nipple with gusto, thrilling her breast and body.
With a little coordination she managed to move her supporting arm so that she could cradle the boob in her mouth in her elbow pit. Squashed over as it was by the arm steering the hand that was probing her loins, she was able grab the nipple of her free breast with her free hand.
Now she could work every erotic extremity, her mouth around one tit, her hands at her pussy and the other tit. As she varied each rhythm of her three-pronged attack, countless cocktails of delight mixed in her brain and radiated through her system. She was giddy, light-headed, drunk off her own acute sensitivity. Her first female orgasm soon overtook her.
Unable to move, unable to speak, barely able to think or see, Jon just lay there paralysed. and listened to what her body was telling her. Everything felt hot. Her vagina was pulsing. Her lower body spasmed, surging with another wave of bliss. Her brain was flooded with all these sensations. Every part of her she could feel, felt exquisite.
A few more spasms, and things started to cool off. The fog lifted from her brain and she could move her legs again. Her strength returned in abundance, her personal encounter had somehow revitalised her. She felt amazing. Jon didn't know women had it so good.
Of course, she couldn't know or assume that sex felt this wonderful for every woman; all she could know for sure, came from her own experience "“ and in her experience, as one man and later as one woman, the level of sexual satisfaction she'd just enjoyed as Allaria had far outclassed anything she'd ever felt as Jon.
Jon mopped her brow. She couldn't guess how long her orgasm lasted, perhaps a few seconds, maybe minutes or even hours. A fleeting moment or a lifetime, it was all too much and not enough.
As Jon lay back against the side of the tub, her proud breasts broke the surface, rivulets of water ran off her island globes like mountain streams ran to the sea. She scooped water in her hand and poured it across her bosom, so every inch of her perfect skin was coated in a reflective film of moisture. From how Jon sat, she could see twin images of light shaped by the room's great archway-windows in her glistening orbs.
Still daylight then. And the sun was in the same position in the sky. Not much time had passed at all.
She turned over to rest her forearms on the edge of the enormous bathtub, gently squeezing her heavy breasts between her torso and the side. The bathwater was hot enough to cause her fattened nipples to tingle excitedly; she let out a small, happy moan.
Jon hadn't paid much attention to the view from the windows before. The row of large windows formed a panoramic view of the outside world, a view that reminded her that her bathroom was no longer on the top floor of a two storey house, but somewhere much higher. Aside from the hilly horizon, all she could see were the few structures that reached the same heights as her castle. There were the modest skyscrapers in the business district towards the centre of the town and, surprisingly, about a dozen other castles dotted around the landscape. The skyline was a mix of modern building blocks, fantastical towers and pointed roofs decorated with flags.
She might have wondered who might own those other castles... but that was what Karyn was for, surely? Yes, leave it to Karyn. Jon was far too busy to worry about little things like that.
