Chapter 1

 

'We should have kept to the main routes, shouldn't we,' Sarah remarked from the rear of the car as Robert steered along the winding country road. To their left arose dense woodland; to their right lay a broad valley and meandering river backed by rugged mountains.

'Oh, I don't know about that,' responded Diana, 'it would have taken a lot of the fun out of this trip - don't you think?'

'And saved us a lot of time,' muttered Robert, 'especially with me driving all these extra miles trying to find the place. I thought it would be easier.'

'It's kilometres over here,' corrected Diana. 'Extra kilometres.'

'Don't care, it's still a long way and we're pretty low on petrol. Very low, in fact and I couldn't locate any garages in this area on the satnav.'

'He's just having a moan,' remarked Sarah. 'There has to be a garage somewhere around here.'

'You're right, he's having a moan,' responded Diana turning from her to Robert. 'I don't think you've too much to complain about, dear one, or have you?'

'No he hasn't,' added Sarah, 'not with us for company.'

'Anyway, Robert,' added Diana, you said a few minutes ago the place was no more than a kilometre, sorry, under half a mile from where we were - so -.'

'Ah, over there!' declared Robert. He slowed the car as the curve of the road fully revealed ahead of them on their right a two storey stone house, close to which nestled a number of more modest outbuildings. 'Maybe this is what we're looking for, I can't see any other buildings around here.' Aged twenty-four, dark haired, fresh-faced, clean shaven Robert glanced at the rear view mirror and smiled at his passenger who peered down at the screen of her smart phone.

Brown-eyed, soft featured, nineteen year old Sarah looked up, her expression typically thoughtful. She swept a wisp of long, lustrous brown hair from her forehead and peered back at his reflection. 'Last time I looked we were heading the right way but I'm not getting any signal now. There could be a name somewhere outside the house that says Luna Plina as there's nothing else around here.'

'Did anyone find out what the name means?' Robert asked.

'I looked it up on my phone a while back,' answered Sarah. 'It's Romanian for Full Moon; I thought I'd already told you.'

'Oh, so you did,' muttered Robert. 'Yes, Full Moon; sounds quite romantic.'

'Full Moan as far as he's concerned,' commented Sarah.

'Yes, I see the sign,' announced Diana. 'Look, it's under that porch.'

Only a year older than Sarah, blue-eyed Diana would be regarded by most as overtly glamorous. Honey blond hair, framing lively features, cascaded about her shoulders to coil in abundance about the swell of her breasts.

In considering their trip through Romania and their stopovers at two previous small town guest houses, and having now reached another more remote, though reassuringly solid looking venue in that region known as the Carpathians, an outsider might have wondered at their relationship. It was casual but intimate. On numerous occasions before this, their first journey together, it had been very intimate. Always very discreet but always one to one though Robert, in his lurid fantasies, had often imagined it otherwise; sex, that is, with Diana and Sarah together. Each girl had earlier suspected but now regarded as certain the other's intimacy with Robert but had never discussed it openly. Robert had long since imagined, or hoped, there was physical intimacy between Diana and Sarah although he, too, had remained silent and free of innuendo on the subject. Since beginning their journey, however, such matters had pressed with burning intensity upon his thoughts.

Sarah, outwardly much reserved, inwardly very sensual, so often presented a façade of propriety. Except on certain occasions her skirts were never too short, her tops and blouses never too revealing. But once familiar enough with her partner, that façade would crumble to expose her pent-up inner desires, so to Robert she was the more willing and more compliant of the two. She was eager to have sex with him whenever time and place afforded an opportunity and she needed little or no encouragement to comply with his desires. She needed no coercion either to take his cock into the welcome haven of her mouth, running her tongue about the head and shaft with cool fingers cupping his testicles. On more than one occasion he had lost control, gripping her head, ejaculating, spurting hard within her mouth, whilst Sarah, seeming to relish every drop, had never afterward voiced objection. Otherwise passive, she would lie back, eyes closed, mouth agape, the teats of her firm breasts inflamed and hard-swollen as she received his generous cock in the heat of her body with a long sigh. Robert would seize her legs, pull them up and back, gripping her thighs under his arms so that she was doubled up and trapped helplessly beneath him whilst he held her wrists to render her arms immobile. There, locked together in squirming passion, he would ride her with vigour. With vigour because Sarah would orgasm quickly with loud cries; sometimes too quickly and often wanting more. Accepting this, Robert had taken to first pressing kisses about her stomach then moving down to her shaven pussy where the probing, dancing action of his tongue would bring her to climax before full intercourse induced a second tide of pleasure. He would finger-stroke her anus, often probing inside, and Sarah would respond with gasps of delight. He suspected she would willingly accept his cock up her rear passage. He suspected also she might experience a third orgasm during their love games but so far had not obliged her with more than two. Then there was what Robert called her, 'bad girl' punishment. It began when, before intercourse, he would have her over his knee slap her behind hard. This aroused her but not enough so of late he had taken the belt of his trousers and laid about her with more spirit. This, he found, appeared to intensify her orgasms.

Diana, not caring to exhibit the ready compliance of Sarah when alone with Robert, was altogether different in her approach to sex. Diana would tease, sometimes torment. She would strip with calculated slowness down to sheerest black stockings with back seams and patent black sandals boasting formidable stiletto heels. She was well aware how greatly the sight of her attire aroused him and on two previous occasions, when working him with her hand, Diana had allowed Robert come over her stockinged legs.

If they were enjoying wine, as they usually were when such opportunities arose, she would sometimes oblige him to wait as she sat on a chair or on the edge of the bed, glass in hand, to cross and re-cross her legs to an almost unbearably provocative swish of upon nylon. Often she would demand he knelt to kiss her feet before working slowly upward with glass-smooth nylon brushing his cheek. Slowly until reaching the tops of her stockings where her visibly inflamed and moist pussy compelled him on. Even so, she would never allow him to hurry. His pace had to comply with hers and she demanded that Robert first addressed her sex with his tongue before permitting full intercourse, suspecting his enthusiasm and obvious expertise in this respect might also be shared with Sarah, their mutual companion. But although her intense arousal was obvious she would seldom allow herself to climax with oral sex. On the verge of orgasm she would have Robert lie on his back and there mount him to sheathe the ample cock fully within the temple of her pleasures, her eyes fixed upon his, there to ride him at slow and measured pace, keeping him always on the verge of release. Then, after some minutes of steadily intensified breathing, she would grip him hard with her thighs, speed up her rhythm and with prolonged moans, quiver in the glowing radiance of orgasm as Robert ejaculated, groaning aloud as he attempted, with back arched, to thrust harder into her.

Which of the two did Robert prefer - the outwardly reserved but inwardly highly charged yet more submissive Sarah or the decidedly assertive Diana who, he suspected, might with enthusiasm fill the role of a dominatrix? Truth was, he really didn't care. And yes, silence and discretion had held but soon this façade also would shimmer and crumble in ways they never could have imagined.

Robert eased the car onto a verge close to the entrance. 'Looks a bit rustic if you ask me,' he muttered, peering at the wooden sign that swung slightly in a gentle breeze beneath a raised wooden porch. 'Only hope the place isn't too basic. I don't suppose they get many tourists around here.'

'Well as long as they have clean beds and a hot shower I'm sure it'll be okay,' responded Diana, gazing through the window.

The solid timber front door swung open and a dark-haired woman, having seen their approach, stepped out with hand raised in recognition. Above the long, loose fitting floral gown her face was heavily made up with eye shadow and crimson lipstick in a manner that, despite her smile and the fact that she wore tinted glasses, suggested one whose activities were aligned more to the hours of night than to those of the day. Acknowledging her as he climbed from the car, Robert said to the girls. 'Okay, let's get our gear out from the back.'

The sun was bright but they found the air cooler than they had come to expect as they followed him with their holdalls those few steps to the porch. The woman, aged close to thirty, struck them, Robert in particular, as most attractive in an oddly sinister manner as she announced in heavily accented English, 'Ah, my British guests - welcome to our Luna Plina. I am Andrea Vasilescu - some call me Madam. Please come inside, leave your things by the stairs and I will have Sorina make you each a cup of tea. I know how you English like tea and biscuits.' Madam Vasilescu, they already regarded her as worthy of the title, removed her glasses and listened as each of her visitors offered their own name, then she replied, 'Very good, then when we have had tea I will show you to your rooms and after that we will have something to eat.'

The modestly lit dining room in which they sat for tea contained heavily carved, dark wooden furniture above which were hung wooden-framed monochrome photographs, some faded, of people who the three new arrivals considered must be relatives and ancestors as several wore what appeared to be traditional attire, a few of gypsy aspect. Madam Vasilescu was offering a bowl of biscuits when the part opened door swung in and another figure entered. The word figure was not here misplaced, especially in the mind of Robert, whose attention was at once drawn away from the biscuits and whatever else might then have been occupying his mind.

'This is my niece Sorina,' beamed Madam Vasilescu as the girl, also smiling broadly, placed a tray bearing teapot, rattling cups and associated items for such an occasion onto the table before them with a cheerful, 'Hi, lovely to meet you.' Her English was excellent with a slight tinge of American. If Diana and Sarah were surprised at Sorina's appearance and at the aroma of her exotic perfume, Robert was mentally transfixed. Diana and Sarah noted his expression. Madam Vasilescu noted it also. Hair, dark as her aunt's, flowed over Sorina's cheeks and shoulders to frame lively, full-lipped features with moderately shadowed blue-grey eyes that regarded her aunt's guests, especially Robert, with more than passing interest. Her appearance was anything but the traditional girl they might have expected. It included a thin white cotton top graced with silver ankh pendant and metallic grey stretch vinyl leggings that in Robert's thoughts appeared to have been applied directly to her flesh by aerosol. He had also noted with wonder how the material of her top stretched over firm breasts obviously unencumbered by a bra. Her attire well revealed a figure like those of Diana and Sarah; slim, curvaceous and alluring. Madam Vasilescu lifted her teacup and eyed each of her three guests in turn over the rim with a discreet smile, her gaze resting a little longer upon Robert who pretended, unconvincingly, not to be impressed with her niece.

After some twenty minutes of small talk centring on their journey and the area, Madam Vasilescu conducted her guests up narrow, darkened wooden stairs to the landing where more old photographs were displayed and where Diana, glancing at her watch, noted it was almost six o'clock. Their hostess gestured along the passage, saying, 'In front of us is the room for the ladies, on the left side is for the gentleman,' at which point Diana glanced with raised eyebrows at Robert, 'and on the right is the bathroom. Your bathroom is more modern than most other parts of this old house and there is always hot water.'

Diana looked past the bathroom to the end of the passage where a more substantial door faced them and, noting her interest, Madam Vasilescu said, 'That was a separate suite for - for special guests in the past. Now it must always be locked.'

They were introduced to the plain but reasonably well appointed guestrooms; one with a pair of single beds and the other, a smaller room intended for Robert, containing one bed only.

'Have you been here very long?' queried Sarah. 'Was this originally a farmhouse?'

'A farmhouse - oh no, and I have lived here many years. It once belonged to a powerful man, a count who owned all the land you see about us. His name was Valeriu. He entertained wealthy visitors, sometimes here; some local girls also but this was very secret and so there is little anyone can say.'

'So the locked suite you mentioned upstairs was his,' Diana commented.

'That is so,' responded Madam Vasilescu.

'What happened to the count?' Robert grinned. 'Didn't fly away one night did he?'

'Fly away?' she responded as Sarah gave Robert a disapproving dig in the ribs with her elbow. 'Ah, fly away - I understand what you are saying. No, I mean yes, but he went in an aeroplane. He wished to visit his clients in London. There was an accident on the way to England; an air crash at sea. It was at night and he did not survive. Some of the castle where he lived is in ruins from the many wars of previous centuries. The keep is much as he left it and it was from there his ancestors controlled these lands. He left some of his possessions here in my house, some of them of great age. There was much good wine also.'

'Sounds fascinating,' said Diana. 'So he lived in this castle before he left Romania; where was, or still is it?'

'The castle is not far from here,' she answered with a vague upward gesture, 'yes, higher up in the forest. The keep is occupied as before but was always very private.'

'So now he's no longer with us,' asked Robert, 'what happened to the wine?'

'Yes, I will tell you,' replied Madam Vasilescu, 'There was much wine as I say, and some is still in this house; we drink a little of it ourselves. At the far left of the passage above you will find a storeroom. There are many bottles of wine there - it is considered good wine.' She smiled broadly at each in turn then continued, 'I will leave glasses and opener so you must take whatever you wish and enjoy it for the evening after you have eaten. I have a telephone and a television in my house but Sorina tells me those small telephones most people have do not work here.'

'That's exactly what I found,' Sarah remarked.

'So there's no mobile phone reception,' commented Robert. 'I guess that's because it's pretty remote where we are. Still, it's a base to explore the area for the days we'd planned.' He lowered his voice, adding, 'After that it's off back to the bright lights, wherever they are.'

'Hmm, pretty remote,' muttered Sarah, peering through a landing window beyond which lay hills receding into afternoon light with little other than the occasional farmhouse.

When Madam Vasilescu had left them and Robert stepped with holdall into his allocated room, Sarah turned to Diana as they entered their own. 'Did you see the way Robby stared at that girl? I bet he hoped no one would notice but he was almost drooling. Did you see?'

'Yes, dear, of course I did and I was almost as surprised as he was; it looked like those pants had been shrink-wrapped onto her. I'd have expected her to be dressed more like Madam what'sername. I can't imagine what a girl like that finds to do out here unless there's a disco we never noticed and some pretty hunky farm boys.' Diana gazed around the room then added, 'I bet he'll be fantasising about her right now but never mind, let's get ourselves sorted then we can go down and see what they've conjured up for supper.'

A smiling Madam Vasilescu greeted their reappearance in her dining room with a spread of cold meats, salad and fruit juices. To Robert's disappointment, Sorina did not make a second appearance though throughout the ensuing small talk his gaze drifted frequently to the door by which she had previously entered.

After the meal they returned to their rooms and Diana said, 'Let's check if the shower works okay before his lordship gets in there, then we'll see what we have around here apart from the obvious.'

'And maybe we can try a drop or two of that wine,' grinned Sarah. 'She did offer after all.'

'She certainly did and we certainly can,' agreed Diana.

They found their bathroom, being reasonably modern, at odds with the rest of the house. 'Let's conserve energy and shower together,' suggested Diana. Sarah needed no encouragement.

Within the isolated luxury of the cubicle, as warm water flowed, each caressed the other with shower gel, but it was Sarah who began the kissing; at first light, then with her lips pressed hard against Diana's. It was Diana whose fingers slipped down the soft flesh of Sarah's stomach to her pussy because she knew it was what Sarah wanted. Sarah caught her breath, stiffened and gasped as the finger entered willing heat. She moaned quietly as Diana began to stroke deeper, quickening as Sarah closed her eyes. Diana, holding her with a free arm, bit gently about her neck and cheeks and their lips met again but only briefly for Sarah's breath was shortening and she gripped Diana ever tighter. Her moans became louder, her mouth fell open and in her ecstasy her finger nails threatened to penetrate Diana's flesh. When the orgasm seized, Sarah cried aloud - too loud, so Diana thought.

Sarah relaxed and Diana said, 'God, you come so quickly. I hope no one heard us - heard you, I mean.'

'Sorry sweetie,' breathed Sarah, running hands down Diana's slim curves, 'couldn't help it, could I; you're so good at that.'

Diana said nothing as Sarah sank slowly to her knees, on the way grasping the other's thighs, nibbling about her breasts and nipples, moving down her chest, licking, kissing her stomach as water streamed by until reaching the firmer flesh above her pussy. Diana parted her legs so that her feet touched against the shower tray edges. She sighed aloud as the tongue teased between her sex lips, slipping inside to address the pearl of pleasure burning within. Now Diana, hands resting on Sarah's head, surrendered herself to the carnal sensations she knew must soon consume her. She squeezed Sarah's head hard against herself as the flames of passion arose. She did not cry aloud but her choking gasps and quivering body signalled how overwhelming was the climax that possessed her.