Not unnaturally, Bella did her best to avoid Miss Martin the following morning, though she need not have endeavoured to do so, for the latter covered both her pride and her knowledge of events by saying with all seeming regret that she had fallen asleep and begged to be forgiven for not visiting her.
So great, of course, was Bella's relief that she laughed and said, 'Oh, I did, too! How tired we must both have been'. Then, as if to make amends, she added, 'I have a note from Caroline to say that I might stay with her this weekend. Do you wish to come? You may, you know'.
Both were in the garden as they spoke, Miss Martin attempting a little show of indifference by saying, 'Oh, I don't know. I have to ask permission of your aunt and uncle first. They may not wish me to'.
'I will ask them', Bella said, in order partly to lave her own conscience in respect to Miss Martin to whom she felt herself to have fibbed so badly. How, though, to face her uncle and aunt was a different matter after what had passed during the night. Both had tactfully-or mayhap tiredly- risen late and breakfasted in bed, Bella having retired to her room in the early hours with swollen titties and a pulpy cunny, not to say a much-kissed mouth which had surrendered itself to both of them in a strange darkness of well-aroused passion.
As for Easton, his cock stirred still that morn at the fond remembrance of Bella's naked, heaving curves beneath his own, and the blissful shunting back and forth of his thrumming pego in her cosy nest.
Once the girl had been suavely persuaded to surrender her charms, spreading her legs and drawing her knees up as he pumped her hairy dell, Letitia had been no less overcome with desire than the threshing pair, had tingled Bella's stiff nipples with her tongue and fondled and felt her everywhere, even to gliding her finger up Bella's hot rump when her niece and Easton had rolled, still interlocked, on to their hips.
All the words were the same, yet ever gloriously renewable Easton had thought happily in the dreamy aftermath that had followed his first sperming of Bella's honeypot.
'Wharra-you-doing?' was said, murmured, moaned, by all novices when their crevices were first felt. – 'No, don't!' would come the next beseeching whisper, though in Bella's case (and not being completely untried by him) she had not uttered that, and in great part due to the presence in bed on the other side of her of Letitia who had divested herself and her niece of their night attire. True, Bella had mouthed thickly 'Mustn't' while he first tickled-up her slit and his wife had attended with gently-sucking lips to the tips of Bella's titties.
'Mustn't…” Easton mused when he awoke that morning, remembering the slurred voice and the misty, uncertain parting of Bella's lips the while that he kissed her, and Letitia, resting up on one elbow, had guided their niece's fingers to his quivering tool, enclosing them in her own in order to 'teach' Bella how to frig the male.
After the first bout had been throbbingly concluded, all three had lain quiet, though Letitia had brought Bella to face her and had knowingly continued to tease the girl's plump cunny with her fingertip, issuing soothing words into her ear.
Bella – to Easton's great pleasure – had not only uttered all the expected words, but had added one of his favourites, which is to say to blurt out with a partly-concealed eagerness, 'It's naughty!'
'Naughty is nice, Bella – that is what we want to teach you', Letitia had responded, rubbing her erected nipples to those of her niece while their bellies moved silkily together. Lying behind and on the other side of the girl, Easton had stirred his half-limp, sodden penis against the cleft of her bottom until he had felt a renewed tingling in his loins. His instrument had slowly risen anew, causing Bella to wriggle-not unhopefully-against it. Passing his hands under Bella's arms, he had cupped and raised her titties the while that Letitia had slid down a little in the bed and brought her mouth to work again on the stiff, brown tips, causing Bella to whimper pleasurably. At the same time, Letitia cupped and held the girl's well-thatched mound, curling one finger up into it.
'I must!' Easton had croaked beseechingly. Gliding his hands down to the globing cheeks of Bella's ripe bottom, he had parted their springiness and brought his fervent knob to bear against her rimmed aperture there.
'GOOO! NO!' Bella had choked as if in great surprise that such a lewd act should be attempted, and this despite her adventure with the Colonel which she naturally wished to cloak.
'Hold her!' Easton had uttered excitedly at that, for Letitia had so promised him.
'Yes, dear, I have her', replied his spouse, winding her arms tightly about their delicious captive's waist.
'Oh no, no, no, don't let him-he mustn't-please, please, Aunty-OOOOH!' ejaculated Bella as once more a swollen, fleshy plum invaded her nether secrecy (though not entirely to her displeasure).
'Yes, darling, he must. Come on now, push it out to him-let it go in', had come Letitia's excited whisper while her ringing arms increased their grip.
'FOO-HOOO-HOOO!' Bella had whimpered, her legs twisting about in the confined space between their bodies, though in truth her toes curled at the sensation of having another rigid spouter easing up her bottomhole. Even so, Bella continued for a while her studied protests, grimacing through her teeth and shaking her head wildly until at last Easton's cock was fully lodged between her full cheeks which rested like an air-filled, split balloon against his manly loins.
'What pneumaticity!' he breathed now, upon remembering that, whereat a drowsy Letitia asked him, 'What?'
'Her bottom, dear heart, well plumped out as if with air'.
'It is a nice one, yes. She did not struggle quite as much as I expected'.
'You enjoyed it, then?' A kiss exchanged between the two. Their eyes were hot with understanding.
'Yes, of course, my love, and shall do so again, whether with Bella or another. She fingered me towards the end. I made her do so'.
'Yes, I did perceive. I saw the churning of your belly to her hand. You must apprise her, dear, how well she did'.
'I shall, and very tenderly at that. More so than would Miss Martin, I am sure', Letitia concluded rather cattily.
Easton stretched luxuriously, rubbing his foot against her own. Perhaps this was the best way, safe in their own bed, he thought. A vision of shy eyes, flushed cheeks, an even tighter bottom came to him. Letitia had slyly reached out for his prick, was rubbing it while lying on her back. Easton half closed his eyes and had a waking dream: a meadow bathed in sunlight and a girl who danced, lifted her skirts and showed her knees. She had no drawers on and he, laughing, cast her down, raping her mouth with his, baring her thighs. Soft fur between and pouting lips. A single jerk, a squeal, and he was in. O succulence and tightness- warmth. More squeaks and flailing legs and then his balls… 'Oh, Ethel!' Easton groaned.
'What-what?' Letitia asked and sat up, staring down at him, his prick erect and pulsing in her clasp.
'I… what? Who? Oh yes, Ethel, dear. I wondered if she heard last night'.
'She had no reason to. Of course not, no. You worry about trifles, dear-do not, for I will see to all henceforth'.
'Of course, of course. Letitia! AH! Your mouth, my love- oh, quickly down and… GLOOP!' Easton spluttered as the two warm lips encased his pego in an O and drew the bubbling sperm out from his stem, his loins a-juddering and fingers clenched. The meadow and the sun, the squeaks-the easing of his coaxing penis back and forth. All was a bleary dream of love, desire. An image of Miss Martin crossed his mind, was gone. He lay back flaccid while Letitia wiped her creamy mouth, and scarcely heard her stir and dress.
Letitia's face flushed with delight as she descended, saw the figures in the garden and went out.
'What are you two about?' she asked as gaily as she might have asked two friends, but taking the offensive, as she saw.
'Oh, Aunty dear, may Miss Martin come to Caroline's with me? To act as chaperone for the weekend?' asked Bella. She cast her eyes down as she spoke. Letitia smiled within herself.
'Of course Miss Martin may, my dear. Twill be a change for both of you', she cooed, 'I will just have a cup of tea, then show you my new dress upstairs. Come up in, say, ten minutes to your room. Your uncle is sleeping, dear, and will not wish to be disturbed'.
Not failing to see the glitter in Miss Martin's eyes, Letitia re-entered the house with a sense of victory. She had overcome the nascent problem of embarrassment with Bella and at the same time knew of Miss Martin's imminent departure when she had 'found a place'. All would be well and henceforth she herself would reign, Letitia told herself. Partaking of a hasty cup of tea, she took herself to Bella's room and awaited the arrival of her niece who duly entered.
'Come, dear, do not be shy', Letitia murmured, patting the bed whereon she sat.
Bella brushed her thighs together awkwardly, self-consciously, as she went to her and took the indicated place.
'It was nice. Was it not nice?' Letitia asked simply.
'Oh really, I do not know what to say!' burst Bella, looking down.
'Then there is no need to, my pet, for we may occasionally enjoy that in silence which we otherwise do in words or deeds. Lock the door and stand against the wall. I want to show you something just as nice'.
'Against the wall, Aunty?' Bella fluttered, rising to obey. A framed print hid the peepholes to the bathroom and she wondered if her aunt knew of them. She hoped not. It would give the game away. The holes had been Easton's 'gift' to her for accepting his caresses of a certain sort.
'I wish you to, Bella', Letitia rejoined. She rose in turn, smoothing down her skirt as if to persuade herself that there was no hurry. What Miss Martin had done to her she wished to do to Bella. Approaching her wondering niece who shuffled her feet uneasily, she placed her hands gently upon Bella's shoulders and gazed lovingly into her brown eyes.- 'Now, Bella, since we are not to be disturbed, raise your skirts waist high and keep them up by pressing to the wall, and place your hands above your head, your legs apart. Have you drawers on, dear, today?'
'No… no… I didn't… I forgot'.
'Good. Let me see you do it, then'.
'Oh, Aunty, you are not going to punish me?'
'Punish you? Oh, what a foolish thought! No, my love, I am going to pleasure you. Legs wide now, please, and hold them straight'.
'OOOH-WER!' gasped Bella as her aunt knelt down and surveyed her niece's lovely, straddled legs, sheathed in purple stockings. Plumply between her thighs her pouch showed with its intertwining curls. The peeping lips were pinky-purplish. As Letitia's mouth came up, her tongue licked. Bella jerked and moaned.
'Be still, dear, if you can', Letitia murmured. A sense of power in her was uppermost and rode above even her lascivious senses as she tongued the girl while Bella hissed her breath in, just as she herself had once. In her own excitement and arousal, Bella's bottom bumped against the wall.
'HOOOO! I'm g… g… going to!' she whimpered after long moments of luring activity under, around and within her slit.
'Come on then, Bella, come, for I may bring your uncle into you after this, and you will be a good girl, won't you? I shall not wish to have to hold you then'.
'Hmmmmmm!' came Bella's singing moan at the thought. She made to flex her stockinged knees, but Letitia's hands pressed them straight again.
'Obey me, Bella', she mouthed beneath the haven of desire which was on the point of spurting its delight, 'Always obey me”.
'Yeh-esss, I w… w… will-Oh, Aunty-YES!'
A choking cry, a trilling leap of salty, creamy liquid on to Letitia's tongue, and then the spurts repeated on and on while Bella's bottom ground against the wall and her hands tore at her hair in pure delight.
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