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  Jane’s Playmates

  By Virginia Wade

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  Chapter One

  One by one our things were unloaded from the ship. My chaperone’s, Ms. Evelyn Foster’s, peaches and cream complexion was blotchy, and droplets of sweat had gathered on her forehead. The air was heavy with moisture and the clouds in the distance threatened rain. My chemise was soaked through, my skin itching under a restrictive corset.

  “Where is that man?” she asked, clearly agitated. Opening a ruffled white fan, she began to wave it furiously before her face. “How long must we wait?” Her green silk bonnet offered a buffer from the glaring sun.

  “You mustn’t fret, Evelyn. I’m sure he’ll arrive.”

  The dock was awash with activity, as cargo was unloaded one crate at a time. Toothless sailors, shockingly naked natives, and an assortment of caged animals were being taken to the shore.

  Ms. Foster swayed slightly. “I feel…ill.”

  “Do sit.” I guided her to a leather trunk. “Rest yourself. I’ll search for the man.” I glanced around at the sea of humanity. What I saw was scandalous. I’d been warned about traveling to this part of the world. My mother said only heathens and blackguards would dare to venture into the heart of Africa, that, and suicidal missionaries who sought to spread the word of God. A gently bred woman had no business in this wild and uncivilized land, and yet, here I was.

  “I thought that might be you!” A tall, rugged looking man approached. He wore a helmet and a faded blue naval coat. Leather gaiters encased long, lean legs. He carried a rifle. Smiling, the corners of his eyes creased. “I spotted you from a mile away.”

  I shook his hand. “How do you do. Maxwell Collins, I presume?”

  He tipped his hat. “Yeah, just call me Max.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Miss Jane Tennent, and this is my chaperone, Ms. Evelyn Foster.”

  “Figured as much.” Several natives wearing loincloths approached. Mr. Collins spoke to them, and the exchange was brief. He glanced at me. “These are my men. They’ll take your things to the inn. Let’s get out of the elements, ladies. It’s about to rain.”

  We were receiving inquisitive looks from passers by. “Thank you, Mr. Collins,” I said. He had a dreadful accent. “Where are you from, if I may ask?”

  “Texas.”

  “Oh.”

  “And, it’s just Max.”

  “Very well, Max.”

  Twenty minutes later we found ourselves seated at a small table in the main room of a rustic looking establishment. Our things had been brought up, and the crates for the expedition had been taken to a storehouse for the time being.

  Evelyn drank tea. She grimaced with each sip. “This hasn’t been steeped properly.”

  I dabbed my forehead with a dainty handkerchief. “That’s the least of our worries.”

  “Are you having second thoughts?” She looked hopeful. “It’s not too late. The ship will be in harbor until tomorrow morning. We can still go home.”

  “That’s unlikely. You know why I came. I must find father. He’s been missing for more than a year.” The unspoken hung heavily in the air. Everyone thought he had perished.

  “You’re a determined young woman, but surely you see the danger now. Look around.” She whispered, “We’re surrounded by heathens. I doubt any of them have been baptized. Let Mr. Collins continue the mission. It would be foolish to go into the jungle. You must be sensible about this.”

  Before I could respond, Mr. Collins entered the room. His broad shoulders seemed to take up the entire doorway. His booted feet echoed off the wooden floor as he strode purposefully towards us. “Evenin’, ladies.” He pulled out a chair and sat. “I’ve been waiting for over a week. I ain’t all that keen on coolin’ my heels that long, if ya know what I mean? We’re leavin’ first thing in the mornin’.”

  “I’m sorry we’ve inconvenienced you, Mr. Collins,” I said. “We nearly foundered in a gale. We were blown off course.”

  “Yeah. Heard about it.” He waved to a server. “Whiskey, please.”

  Evelyn said, “Mr. Collins, would you please explain to Miss Tennent the perils of such an expedition. I think it’s wise for us to remain here while you bring the provisions to Mr. Author Tennent. The jungle’s no place for a woman.”

  He looked amused. “No doubt.”

  He was handsome with a pleasing, yet weathered face. His thick brown hair needed a trim. Coffee colored eyes shone with an inquisitive light. His rough and worn hands betrayed him, though. He was no gentleman.

  Looking piqued, Evelyn squared her shoulders. “That’s all you have to say? Will you not dissuade this young woman?” Outrage pinched her expression. “You’ll be leading us to our deaths, of that I’m certain.”

  He retrieved a toothpick from his coat pocket and stuck it between his teeth. “Don’t get your drawers all in a bunch, woman.” Evelyn gasped at his crudeness and lack of decorum. “I got plenty of porters, supplies, and weapons. We’ll do fine.”

  Clearly disgusted with our expedition overseer, Evelyn got to her feet. “I shall retire now. We must rest, Jane. It’s been a long day.” She held out her hand. “Come along, dear.”

  I took her gloved hand and smiled politely at our host. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

  “I’ll be waitin’.” His eyes traveled from the top of my bonneted head to the tips of my shoes. “Hope you brought boots, Miss Tennent. You’re gonna need ‘em.”

  “I did.”

  Evelyn said sternly, “Good evening, sir.”

  We had dinner brought to our room, and, once the plates had been taken away, I freshened up with tepid water and a washcloth. I dressed in a simple white nightgown. Evelyn was seated in a rocking chair reading Blair’s Sermons. She’d brought novels by Fielding and Richardson, and the poems of Cowper. Most of these she would read to me.

  I sat on the bed swathed in mosquito netting. An enormous black bug crawled on the floor towards Evelyn. “What is that?”

  “Dear Lord in heaven!” Jumping to her feet, she beat the bug with the book, until its insides burst open and it lay there lifeless. “I’m thoroughly disgusted now.” She picked it up with the end of a newspaper and tossed it out the window. “Have you ever seen anything like that?”

  I shook my head, petrified.

  She went to the bed and opened the netting. “Sweetling, it’s not too late. We needn’t stay another minute. The ship’s in the harbor waiting. Let’s go home. Please.”

  “I have to find father.”

  Her long fingers gently brushed away the blonde hair from my face. “Let that horrid man, Mr. Collins, find him. No one would think any less of you for abandoning the expedition. We mustn’t go into the jungle. It’s no place for a woma
n. Especially not a beautiful young woman.”

  I felt a moment of panic. “Father needs me.”

  Her look was sympathetic. “You poor dear. You’re the most devoted daughter. You’ve always championed your family. I envy you at times. This mission is beyond your capabilities, and you know it. Let those who are experienced handle the jungle.”

  I wrapped my arms around her neck. “Your sensibility is commendable, but I shall not be dissuaded. I haven’t come this far to give up. You know my nature better than anyone. I must find him.”

  She kissed my forehead. “I give in to you when I shouldn’t. I let you drag me all over creation to satisfy your curiosity. This time you’ve gone too far, and yet, I’m by your side. I’m a fool.” She sucked in a breath. “How tense you are, my dear. Lay down, and let me soothe you.”

  Anticipation raced through me. I knew exactly how she would soothe me. She’d been administering this particular brand of “relaxation technique” since I was thirteen. I was nineteen now. I lifted my nightgown and exposed myself to her interested gaze. I opened my legs eagerly. My heart picked up extra beats at her ardent appraisal.

  Her hand was on my thigh. “You need me, sweetheart,” she purred. “Let me make you feel better.” Her hands massaged my inner thighs. They drew upwards towards my mound, which was covered in silky blonde hair. I felt wetness between my legs. I hadn’t even been touched yet.

  “Oh, yes, Evelyn. I do need you so. Please, hurry.”

  A little smile curved her lips. Her breath fanned out over my pussy. “How delectable you are, Jane. Always so eager and so sweet.” Her tongue stroked the edges of my slit. She separated my nether lips with her fingers and slid over the sensitive skin.

  “Oh, yes. More, I need more!” My hands went to the top of her head. “Suck me, Evelyn. Do it!”

  She settled between my thighs and inserted herself into my damp hole. Wiggling around, she thrust into me over and over. Finding my most sensitive spot, she nudged the rapidly swelling flesh and flicked her tongue against it. From there, she slid into my hole and laved me deeply.

  I sighed in bliss. “It’s so nice.” Inserting a finger, she slid in and out while suckling my nub. I thrust my pelvis into her face. “Oh…yes…”

  “That’s a good girl,” she breathed. “Are you ready for more?”

  I trembled in anticipation. I knew what she meant by that. “Yes.”

  She withdrew her finger and got off the bed. My eyes followed her as she walked across the room. She rummaged around in her travel bag, pulling out a small wooden object that had been shaped to resemble a large pickle. It had been sanded down to perfection and bleached from repeated use. The first time she had used it on me I had felt pain and bled, but now, it was the source of endless pleasure.

  “Lay back, Jane. Open your legs.”

  I did as instructed and waited for it to cross the threshold. She pressed the wood against my slit and ran it up and down, coating it in my juices.

  “It’s so good. I need it.”

  She smiled. “I’m sure you do, dear. I’m the one whose going to give it to you just the way you like.” She licked the end of the tool and sucked it into her mouth. “You taste delightful as always. Now, open yourself for me like a good girl, and let me fuck you.”

  Chapter Two

  I smiled at my chaperone. Our evenings always ended with the “relaxation technique”, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I fingered myself and pulled my pussy lips wide.

  “Like this?”

  “Oh, yes, exactly.”

  She dipped the tip of the fake penis into me causing heat to flare within my belly. I grasped my nightgown and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. I pressed my breasts together and brought my nipples upward. I flicked my tongue against them and sighed. My breasts were large enough to be handled in this way.

  I moaned as the wooden cock plunged deeply. “Oh, yes, more, Evelyn. I want more.”

  While prodding my clit, she gripped the end of the toy, working it in and out in long, fluid strokes. My head collapsed against the snowy pillow, and I closed my eyes. All the muscles in my body, excluding the one in my vagina, relaxed and turned to jelly. My vaginal muscles throbbed and pulsed. The wooden cock was buried deep and making squishy sounds as it moved in and out. I was dripping. I could feel the wetness on my bottom as I oozed with arousal.

  The walls of my pussy contracted around the tool and squeezed with each thrust. It probed deeper and deeper while Evelyn worked it expertly. She sucked gently on my clit and thrust at the same time. Sensing my need, she increased the movement and began to fuck me harder. Sloppy wet sounds filled the room, even above the din of water falling on the tin roof.

  “Oh…OH!” I squirmed against the bedding feeling the intensity build with each stroke. I inched closer to oblivion by the second.

  “Yes, my angel. Tell me how you like it.”

  “I love it! It feels so good.”

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, darling. Tell me.”

  I gasped, “I want you to fuck me! Ooohh…fuck me!”

  “That’s right. That’s my good girl.”

  I was sweating from the heat. The sheet was damp beneath my bottom from my wetness. I glanced at Evelyn, and she smiled.

  “I…I…am soooo…close.”

  “I know, dear. Enjoy every second. Feel it deep inside you.”

  She thrust the wooden cock faster and harder. The tension was building, and my breaths were coming in shallow bursts. My heart hammered in my ears. “Oooohhh…”

  “That’s it, Jane. You mustn’t be shy. You can always be a whore with me. I don’t mind.”

  I thrust my hips up into the wooden penis. “Oh…yes…Evelyn…” I gasped, “It’s marvelous.”

  She hammered me with the instrument. “Take that cock, you dirty girl. Take it like the filthy slut you are. Take it!”

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Sensation washed over me as the climax burst from my core and showered me with bliss. I convulsed and shook, reveling in the intense pleasure. My eyes were firmly closed, and pinpricks of stars exploded behind the lids.

  “What a good girl.” She slid it in and out until the last dregs of release dwindled.

  I sighed.

  Removing the wood, she popped it into her mouth and sucked it clean. “Um…good.” Then she grasped the bottom of her nightgown and brought it over her head. “It’s my turn, darling.”

  “Yes.” I sounded breathless.

  She sat in the middle of the bed and fingered herself. “See what you’ve done to me? I’m so wet.”

  I touched her thigh. “You always drip for me.”

  “I do.”

  I got to my knees and kissed her, enjoying the softness of her lips. I’d only ever kissed a woman before, so the familiarity of the touch was a grounding mechanism, making me feel instantly at home.

  “I’ll be back in a moment, my dear.”

  She got out of bed and went to a ceramic bowl that sat on a dressing table. Dunking a washcloth into the water, she wrung it out and began to wipe herself vigorously between the legs. Repeating the process, she ran the cloth over her anus and cleaned the area thoroughly.

  “I’m ready now.”

  I held out my hand. “Then let me pleasure you.”

  Crawling towards me, she kissed me with an open mouth. Her tongue thrust and she pillaged me until we were both gasping for breath.

  “What an angel you are,” she purred.

  “Lie down. Let me make you feel good.”

  Evelyn got on her stomach in the middle of the bed. Her rounded, white bottom rose firmly into the air. Sliding her right arm under her stomach, she began to finger herself.

  “I’m ready now.”

  I kissed her luscious skin and massaged the soft globes. “Yes you are.”

  She loved to be fucked like this. I spread her cheeks open and stared at the puckered edges of her anus. She preferred to have the wooden tool in her bottom. I had never taken
it this way, but Evelyn enjoyed it. She had been used anally since she was twelve. Her father had forced himself on her and, fearing pregnancy, he had taken her bottom instead. She learned that, if she played with her clitoris, the experience would be pleasurable. She’d confided this bit of history to me after having consumed several glasses of claret.

  “Do you like this, Evelyn?”

  She groaned. “Oh yes. Make me ready, Jane. Do it.”

  I ran my tongue over the lumpy bits of her ass. Opening her cheeks wider, I penetrated her and thrust inside the dark hole.

  “Oh, yes. Yes!”

  Settling between her thighs, I began to lave her thoroughly, coating her in my saliva. When she was glistening with wetness, I inserted a fingertip to the knuckle.

  “Oooh…”

  “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Oh…yes…”

  My finger danced around in the tiny hole. “Are you ready for more?”

  “Yes.”

  I gently inserted a second finger, stretching her wider. She was slick with my saliva. “Is this nice?”

  “You know it is. Now fuck me with the tool, Jane.”

  I smiled. “We’re impatient, aren’t we?”

  She thrust her bottom up. “I need it, darling. I need it so badly. Be a good girl and put it in.”

  I withdrew my fingers. “All right. But, first…a little lick.”

  “Oh, marvelous.” She sighed.

  Kissing a soft butt cheek, I toyed with the opening using a fingertip. She smelled musky and slightly off, but that was de rigueur. I closed my lips over her hole and darted out my tongue.

  “Oooo…”

  I thrust in as deeply as I could. I needed to make sure she was ready to receive the wooden cock, lest I hurt her with its insertion. Positioning the instrument near her opening, I rubbed it up and down, coating it in my saliva.

  “Now, dammit! Do it now! I won’t stand for this another moment. You’re toying with me.”

  “All in good time.”

  “Nonsense! Fuck me now!”