I am really going to try to explain how this love of mine came into my life. It is like a dream where all the right turns are made and no set backs occur. I guess I better start by telling a little about myself.
I am a 45 year old widow. My husband was killed in an accident at work and I have worked since then to take care of myself and my two daughters. Both are thru school now so I am doing some things I have wanted to do and my first adventure is a bike tour of England. I have taken very good care of myself and my 36DD boobs and slim figure get plenty of looks from the guys, and even a few of the gals. Which brings up the fact that I am very bi and enjoy evenings of sex with either.
I flew into Heathrow Airport and spent a couple of days getting accustomed to the change in time. I was advised by people at my Hotel to not try to bike out to the city limits, rather to rent a car and a bike. So I did and the morning of my third day saw me leaving my Hotel early to sort of avoid the rush and heading for the countryside. An hour later found me parking in a small center and removing my bike from the rack. I took off and headed down a narrow two lane road. I was enjoying my ride and several miles down the rode I came to a side road with the sign telling me that Westchester was that way. I decided what the hell and took off, heading for one of the most wonderful experiences of my life.
I would call the road more of a lane, with hedges tall on each side. I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake but continued on. The lane made a hard turn to the right and there I was in a very small community. There were few buildings, post office, grocery and a little pub named "The Black Knight." I realized I was hungry so entered the dimly lit eatery. The barkeep was a middle aged man with slick black hair and very short full facial hair. This strange man nodded me a hello and told me to set anywhere and someone would be with me shortly. I picked a table by the window overlooking the town and sipped the glass of water the man brought me. I was daydreaming looking out the window when a soft voice said, "Here's a list of what we are serving for lunch. I'll be back in a bit for your order."
I looked up at the source of the voice and gazed into the eyes of a most beautiful young woman. I would guess she was about 25, smooth skin, lovely reddish blond hair, and slender body with perky tits pushing two mounds out of the black blouse she wore under her black cape. This girl was a wonder because she was dressed entirely in black including the lipstick on her pouty lips. She smiled as I looked her over then left and returned to the back room. Soon she reappeared and asked if I had decided. I told her I would have the boiled pork sandwich and the greens with a glass of stout. She smiled again and said it would be right out. And it seemed like only minutes when she sat my lunch in front of me. As she did I said,
"It is my understanding there is an old abandoned castle somewhere around."
"You must mean Becker's Castle," she replied. "Yes but I don't know if I would visit it if I were you."
I'm sure I had a puzzled look on my face because this young beauty asked, "Have you not heard of the Legends surrounding Becker's?"
While we were chatting I was working on my delicious lunch. As I finished the last bite my new friend said, "If you would like I'll tell you about it and then if you still want to go I'll take you there. I'm off work now until 7 o'clock."
I looked at my watch and it was just a little after 1. I told her I appreciated her kindness and paid my fare and headed out the door with her. She went around to the side of the building and came back with a bike so we took off. We stopped at a small park not far from the pub and stretched out on the lawn.
She started her story by putting her hand on mine and asking, "Do tales of vampires and such scare you?"
"Not really," I replied.
"OK here is the legend then. According to the story that has been handed down from father to son for years, Martin Becker was a kindly Doctor that gave as much free care to the people of this area as he charged for. Everyone pitched in to build him the castle he had always wanted and they thought he deserved. It was at the house warming and grand ball party that the townspeople discovered that Mrs. Harriet Becker was having an affair with the School madam. They were discovered with Harriet's face buried in the love zone of Miss Staple. Of course that was the end of the party but just the beginning of life at Becker Castle." "How many years ago was this?" I asked my friend.
"As is true of most legends, it is impossible to pin down an exact date but from the way the castle is constructed and other evidence the guess is somewhere in the 1600's."
"To go on with the legend," she said, "at some point after the first party and first discovery of the actions of the Lady of the Castle the town's people brought in a witch to cast a spell on the Doctor and his wife in an attempt to keep this vile activity from escaping from the walls of the castle. Soon after the spell was cast the Doctor's manner during examination of a patient changed from the kindly medical man to one that was only interested in what he could intimidate his charges to do for him. And I mean do for him in a sexual way. It didn't make a difference whether it was man or woman, young or old he was interested in sexual contact. Consequently his practice was reduced to nothing and only the sickest would visit him in his castle office. And it seems that most of those never were seen again. For various reasons, death or fear it was only a matter of time before the entire castle staff was gone and Lady and Doctor Becker were left to care for themselves. At sometime Lady Becker bore the Doctor a daughter that was named Beca. The legend suggests that at an early age Beca became the partner of both her Mother and Father in strange sexual games. Beca was seen by very few of the towns people."
As time went by a male child came upon the scene, reported to be the son of Martin Becker and his daughter, Beca. Ever since then the male offspring in the line are named Martin and the females named Beca. My father owns the Black Knight and his name is Martin. My name is Beca."
Of course I was completely blown away by this story. This beautiful thing that made my pussy itch when I looked at her and was treated with the aroma of her being had all but told me she was bi and almost challenged me to do something about it. She squeezed my arm where her hand had laid all this time and said, "Did my story scare you off?"
"No way little one," I responded. I got up and headed for my bike. "Lead the way girl."
Maybe it was wishful thinking but I was sure that her eyes were undressing me. I stood holding my bike as her gaze moved up and down my body. And while she was looking at me, one hand moved under her cape and I'm sure was busily squeezing her breast. She got up and grabbed her bike and away we headed, for Becker's Castle. We were barely out of town when Beca brought my attention to Becker's. The weather was very clear and the sky was cloudless but still a haze was obliterating the tower. My breath was taken by the view. We rode on side by side in complete silence. I couldn't believe that I was beginning to think that maybe there was something to the legend. Then we arrived at the gate. Beca pushed it open and we rode on in. She parked her bike in a rack and pushed a bar thru the front wheel and into mine. Then she secured it with a lock from her pack.
"Bike's have a habit of disappearing if visitors don't secure them," she said with a devilish look in her eye.
For about the next hour she showed me the dining hall, the bedrooms, the area where horses and other animals were kept. Everything except one area.
"What is it like in the tower?" I asked.
"Do you really want to go there?" Beca asked.
"Yes, I think so," I replied.
During our exploring the castle, Beca seemed to be trying to get very familiar with me, letting her hand drop to my butt as we stood with her arm around me or pushing her arm against my breasts. As we headed for the tower, her movements became much more obvious. I was getting a little concerned, maybe even scared as she showed me the cells, the torture chambers and other areas of the tower. It was obvious that it was one place you didn't want to be. We were in one of the smaller rooms used for torture when she showed me "the rack." My first impression was that it was a devise the Doctor used in regards to his medical practice. It looked very much like an examination table that might be used to check out a woman's vagina. Except this one had chains with bracelets attached.
Beca took my hand as asked, "Would you like to try it?
I declined but when I tried to retrieve my hand she held me in a very firm and strong grip.
"I have very good perception and I know that you are interested in me in a sexual way and I am with you. I will guarantee two things, I will teach you and give you feelings you have never imagined existed and two, I will stop and release you anytime you say no more."
And she was so right. She helped me out of my cloths, placed a blanket on the rack and instructed me to lie down on my back with my legs and hands where they belonged. I did and she put the bracelets on me rendering me helpless. But this lovely lady had no plan for any kind of pain. Rather she was most interested in giving herself pleasure by giving me pleasure. She kissed my face and mouth with her black lips and nibbled and sucked my breasts. Sometime during this play she in one motion removed all her cloths except her cape. This she kept wrapped around her body hiding her nudeness from my eyes.
She pulled a stool up and sat down between my legs and spread them as wide as she could. Her touch sent shivers up and down my spine and when her tongue began entertaining my clit and thought I would pass out. She sucked and sucked on my clit and pussy bringing me very close to an orgasm. Then I felt just a tweak of pain in my clit and she continued to suck and suck. I blew my load of love juice in her face and as she looked up at me and smiled I thought I could see just a faint point of fangs disappear in her mouth. But I knew I saw just a trickle of blood run from her mouth down her chin. I looked down at my pussy and saw that my clit was the size of a big thumb, 6 or 7 times larger then it had ever been.
Then she kissed back up my body and began sucking on my tits giving attention to one and then the other. Again I felt a tweak of pain, this time in my left nipple and she sucked and sucked. Then she changed to the right one and again I felt pain and my tit was sucked dry. I looked at them and my nipples were almost as big and long as my clit. I was trying to sort out what had happened when I heard a loud crash outside the door to our room. Beca thru her cape over me so we were both covered. As she began to lick my neck there were more sounds from the hall way and Beca stood up. I let out a sigh of relief. I thought my neck was the next to be sucked on.
"Don't worry, that is just my Grandmother," she said with a big smile. She is the horneyist 65 year old woman you have ever known. Let's go meet her."
Beca was fully dressed and out the door before I had my bra on. I thought Oh well and put my bra and panties in my pack, pulled up my Levis, pulled my sweater down and headed out the door. I didn't see Beca but could hear voices so I followed the sound. There in another room of the tower was the most beautiful 65 year old woman I have ever seen. Long silver braids of hair went well past her waist. Her breasts were bigger then mine and barely contained in the top of her gown. The skirt of her gown was split up the front clear to the waste leaving no doubt that this lady shaved her pussy. Beca looked at me and said,
"Come here and meet Grand mum Beca."
I did and felt I was in for some more very wonderful sex but that will have to be told in Chapter II.