Wet Heat

The next few days passed like a dream. She had sex with Cassie every day, normally twice a day, sometimes three.

She didn't have sex with Sebastian again but he treated her with a sweet tenderness that let her know that she could again if she wanted to but there was no pressure if she didn't.

The promised threesome with Vanessa hadn't materialised but it was pleasing to watch her strutting around so impressively naked and knowing that she at least potentially had that to look forward to as well.

She also found she got on well with Abigail. She was clearly more sensible and more intelligent than her sisters and was well read and well informed. She read the newspapers brought in from Manaus and all sorts of other things too. She and Jennifer had several long, interesting conversations.

Emma only ever appeared at mealtimes but she seemed happy enough in her own slightly unfocused way. She certainly seemed to have accepted Jennifer into their home.

The only awkwardness was Jack and Camilla. They were an accepted couple now and thankfully spent most of their time together alone, but made no attempt to hide their affection when they were in company, always touching each other and using little pet names.

In many ways Jennifer didn't care anymore, but it still made her feel sick seeing them together. Otherwise Jack made sure to avoid her, which suited her fine. She wondered if he knew she was fucking half the household but decided he was probably too wrapped up in himself to even notice.

Mostly though, she was just glad she didn't have to see him much.

She was very curious about the whole set up and Sebastian was delighted to show her around. He showed her the system for collecting and filtering rain water for the plumbing. He showed her a solar panel array and electric generators and freezers and storage cellars. Other than a few tropical fruits, it seemed like everything had to be brought in from outside and everything needed constant repair.

It seemed like they were all very dependent on Sebastian's fortune and on Henrique. Sebastian said he never worried about money, there was more than enough. He never even touched the capital, even on those rare occasions when he needed a big outlay to get people in for a proper building project.

But he did worry about Henrique. That he might have enough of living like this and jack it all in, leaving them stranded. Jennifer suspected that unfettered access to three beautiful and nubile sisters probably helped but didn't say anything.

The rest of the time, Jennifer spent just lazing around, very slowly making her way through One Hundred Years of Solitude. Time passed differently there and she felt that she was never bored.

One rainy afternoon, she was alone in the living room reading her book. The rain hammered down outside making it almost as dark as night and she had had to turn an oil lamp on to see by.

Suddenly she looked up to see Vanessa standing in front of her, stark naked as ever, one hand on her hip, staring at her defiantly.

"Hi. Yes, Vanessa. Can I help you?"

"You and me, girl. We go now."

Vanessa spoke with a thick Portuguese accent but it seemed she did speak English after all.

"Um, Ok. Where?" Jennifer put her book down.

"You follow."

Vanessa didn't wait for a reply and turned and strutted proudly out of the room, her stance as upright and queenly as ever. Jennifer thought she truly was the most magnificent woman she'd ever seen.

Vanessa went outside and Jennifer followed. Vanessa didn't seem at all bothered by the rain but Jennifer's dress was soon soaking and clinging to her body. But still she followed.

They went out along to the platform by the riverbank and then up the stairs to the gazebo, Vanessa walking in front and Jennifer following.

When they were inside, Vanessa closed the latch and pushed Jennifer roughly up against one wall, her hands holding her tight at the waist, her blazing eyes staring at Jennifer.

Jennifer didn't know what was happening. She was suddenly a little scared, she was sure Vanessa was much stronger than her. But she was also more than a little thrilled and turned on by this unexpected turn of events.

Eventually Vanessa spoke, speaking harshly to her.

"You fuck the master, hmm?"

"Yes, Vanessa. I fucked the master."

"He fuck good, don't he?"

"Yes, Vanessa. The master fucks good."

"Yes. You like it. He make you come."

"Yes, Vanessa. He made me come."

"And Miss Cassandra. You fuck her too. She make you come."

"Yes, Vanessa. Yes, Cassie made me come too."

"Good," Vanessa seemed pleased. "Now, you fuck me, OK? You make me come."

"Yes Vanessa, I'll make you come."

Vanessa smiled at her and let her go. Then she lay back on the circular couch and spread her legs, her dark wetness glistening in her luxuriant black bush.

"Come here girl. You lick my pussy."

"Yes, Vanessa," Jennifer sank to her knees and pushed her wet hair out of her eyes, "I'll lick your pussy. "

Jennifer put her hands on Vanessa's broad thighs and without any foreplay placed her mouth on her wet open pussy and started to lick her out.

"Yes, girl. You lick it good."

Vanessa's body was almost unbearably womanly, her breasts huge and ripe, her hips broad, her pussy deep and broad and wet. Eating her out was a deep wild pleasure.

Jennifer didn't hold back, she sucked on her with her whole mouth while thrusting her tongue as deep into her tight hole as she could, tongue fucking her sexy, beautiful cunt.

Vanessa gripped her head hard and pushed it down into her, so that Jennifer was smothered in her and was gulping down on the juices that streamed out of her, as she worked her tongue inside her.

"Sim sim, garota. Assim. Me faça gozar! Me faça gozar!"

Jennifer became her willing slave, letting Vanessa use her face and her tongue to make herself feel good, until her legs and tummy were shaking uncontrollably and Vanessa was moaning in sheer delight as she came hard in Jennifer's face.

Afterwards Jennifer just lay back with her head on Vanessa's thighs, utterly spent. Vanessa lay back as well, her fingers trailing through Jennifer's wet hair. There was no question of Vanessa reciprocating.

"Yes girl. Você fez bem. Good, yes, you understand?"

"Yes Vanessa."

"Yes. You good girl. You understand."

Vanessa stood up.

"I go now," she said and left Jennifer alone in the gazebo.

Jennifer just lay there a few moments more, then collected herself and went to follow her. When she got out onto the platform, it had stopped raining and Vanessa was nowhere to be seen.

She quickly scurried back to her own room, where she peeled her soaking wet dress off her lithe body and lay naked on the bed. She fingered herself feverishly, licking her lips to taste Vanessa's juices still smeared across her face.

to be continued...