Lyda's Tale or Lyda's Tail Part 1

You may have read Lady Sybil and Her Daughters by my friend, The Author. Lady Sybil is my Mom and this is the parts of the story The Author had to leave out, the goooood parts. The author wrote for mainstream publication. I am writing this so I can read it and get off when there is no one around to fuck.

When this story starts, I am a Duke's daughter of eighteen, plump and pretty and almost everyone seems to love me. I have a twin brother and three older sisters. I am sure I seem innocent, but I already liked looking at men and women, and it was different than looking at dogs, cats, and horses. I especially liked it when my mother and father hugged one another. They were still in love. When they thought they weren't being watched, his hand would wander around on her ass and she would whisper in his ear and they would laugh.

That all changed when my uncle murdered my father and his mercenaries took the Duchy. Uncle Shit allowed us to leave. I think he proposed to my Mom and I know that he propositioned my hot oldest sister, Mallory, who wouldn't. But we all hate him and neither Mom nor Mal figured how easy it would be to kill the bastard in his bed. I wouldn't have either. We were all so innocent then.

Mother was always so logical. She knew that we needed troops, which meant we were going to need money. And the only asset she had left was ass, hers and ours. So, we opened a brothel in the capital.

We were all going to have our virginities auctioned off and then we were going to be whores.

And Mona asked, were we always going to be whores.

And mom said that once our brother was the Duke, we would all be young noblewomen and he could get us husbands.

But Mom was sure that Mal wasn't a virgin. After all, she was twenty-two had had a boyfriend, a young guardsman, for years. But Mal assured Mom that she had kept her virginity for marriage, only giving Pruhaan blowjobs and having him eat her and, lately, having him fuck her in the ass. And Pruhaan confirmed the story. So, Mom said that we would auction off Mal's virginity too.

And Mal assured us that we would enjoy much of what we would have to do in the service of necessity. And that was a true prediction if there ever was one.

And then Mom told Pruhaan that he would be in charge of the security force for the new brothel, "While we get ready and during the trip down the river, you will have other duties, ones that you will probably find to your taste."

"All of these girls, except your Mallory, will need instruction and practice in how to give and receive pleasure and--

And Mallory shot out of her chair.

And Mom told her not to be a hypocrite. "You are going to be servicing dozens, maybe hundreds of men--"

At which point, I couldn't resist saying, "probably thousands."

Should I deprive your lover here of his position because you are going to be unreasonable? A whore cannot afford such feelings. Giving pleasure will be our vocation and we must at least appear to receive pleasure. And I am sure that you will agree that the simplest way to appear to receive pleasure is to actually receive it and that Ruhaan is a wonderful giver of pleasure."

Mallory glared and nodded.

"Are you going to deny your own mother a refresher course that she needs, especially since your young lover has been fucking your ass, something your father and I never attempted?"

And young Pruhaan was a wonderful instructor. When he first fingered my little slit and then took that finger and put it in his mouth, I nearly fainted. And then he put his tongue in there and found the places that I had been stroking with my finger for months, but having another person, a grownup handsome soldier, do it took me somewhere I had never been.

After I recovered, he had me kneel before him. And, believe me, that was my attitude precisely. And he asked me to fish his member out of his clothing. I found that nerves made me clumsy, but eventually, there it was, standing before me, the first cock I have ever seen. It was beautiful and was growing right before my eyes. I knew that I was supposed to take it in my mouth and I was not reluctant. Its length meant it touched the throat. And now he spoke, like the voice of a god of pleasure.

"We will do it both ways. First, hold your mouth open and I will fuck your mouth. When I tap you on the shoulder, I will become passive and you will suck and bob your head. You will have beaus who want the first and others who want the second and those who don't know what they want except your mouth."

I enjoyed being fucked in the mouth, feeling him thrust and almost choke me and knowing that I was giving this magnificent beast pleasure. But I preferred the second. I prefer activity. I know now that he liked it better too, because he's said so. Eventually his hips started thrusting again, he twitched and I felt his juices in my mouth.

He said, "Men will want you to swallow."

And I took his hand and put it on my throat, so he could feel me swallow his lovely cum. And, without instruction, I said "thank you, Ruhaan." And he beamed. I think I was an apt pupil.

"You know," he said, "that you will be doing this with strangers and even men that you dislike."

And I answered, "We are serving necessity, but I intend to get as much pleasure out of as possible."

Then he gave me instructions about how to ready myself for our next lesson, centered on cleaning out my anal passage. I followed the instruction.

When we met again, he used a hot wet washcloth on my asshole, which felt wonderful, and then applied his tongue vigorously to the surface area, which I found delightful. Then his tongue penetrated my ass and I clenched around it and I had a massive cum. And, of course, I thanked him. Then I felt a finger, and then two, then three, fingers stretching that opening, and I came again before his cock slid up there. He had lubricated me, partly with my own juices, but it still hurt a bit, but most of my tears came because I was so happy and grateful that this wonderful man was opening me up for another way of pleasure. When I thought he was taking it easy out of consideration for my pain, I thrust back repeatedly so that his cock went to my depths and he didn't last as long as he might have wanted. I regretted not coming for him with his cock in my ass. Just after he came, I turned to take his cock into my mouth and slurp off all the cum and ass-juice. No one told me to do that and I don't do it for every client, but he was special.

Then I asked him, "When do I eat your ass?"

He said "Would right now be all right?"

And he had obviously gone through the same cleansing procedure that he had told me to do and there was very little unpleasant taste or smell, I was proud that he came again and raced around front to drink from that fountain. Still, eating ass is something I do for the pleasure of others, multitudes by now, and I won't do it when I am not a whore. Probably. I would certainly have to like someone a lot.

My sisters and I told one another what it had been like.

Mona said that she did not enjoy giving head but she loved receiving it; "I guess I'm a hypocrite."

And Emma said, I don't think I like sex but that man could make a statue come with his mouth. So, I think you just have good taste."

I was amazed, "You didn't like his cock?"

Emma said, "I don't think I like cock."

Mona said, "I came with him in my pussy and up my ass, so I can't say I don't like cock."

And Mal said, "You guys can forget about his tongue and his cock. You had him for lessons, but he's mine again. And don't forget it.

We moved into a building called "The Willow," a brothel that had been closed for a decade. Mom had it cleaned and repaired and the lobby was brightly decorated for the opening night party and auction.

I was going to have my virginity auctioned off. I was scared, but also thrilled.