To those of us who live in humble abodes, it may seem strange that so many lubricious events could pass without Ethel or Kate being aware of them. Yet it must be remembered that a country gentleman's house is often akin to the size of a decent inn and, nay, may even be much larger. Thus what happens behind a stout door along the end of a corridor may forever be unknown to one whose room is fifty feet away, and more so-to coin an Irish-ism-when the various occupants are in different wings.
For the past two years, having grown out of total innocence and while her pubescent charms were maturing, Ethel had had it impressed upon her by her Mama that she was never to venture into bedrooms other than her own without first knocking, nor indeed into the morning room nor her Papa's study.
Of late, it must be confessed, Ethel had inwardly rebelled against these strictures, believing herself old enough to know what was going on, and having glimpsed both her Papa and Miss Martin venturing at certain times into Bella's bedroom from whence had emerged, though faintly, a number of odd but eager sounds. Now, moreover, that Ethel had toyed with Kate and had had her bottom spanked, patted and caressed by no other than her fond parent, Ethel's sense of desire was rising, especially as Miss Martin had begun to encourage her by saying many naughty things to her on the quiet.
Letitia had not been slow in putting it about that Miss Martin was leaving-believing that she was in great part weakening the woman's authority thereby in the remaining lays or weeks that passed before her departure. And-there being a telepathic sense frequently to be found among competing females-Miss Martin gained a feeling of awareness about this and so trod more carefully than she would otherwise have done.
To Kate it was a matter of no importance whether the lady left or not. Miss Martin had handled her both rudely and sweetly, and she could not make up her mind about her except to be aware of a strain of ruthlessness which to Kate was somewhat foreign. As the days of lazing and-for her-luxury passed, so her feelings alternated. At one moment she was bored and wishing herself with her old Cockney friends, and at another she was thankful that she had been so deftly removed from the state of poverty which had begun to smother her very soul.
Boredom was uppermost in Kate on this particular day that we feel it necessary to record, and everyone appeared to have something to do except for herself. A particular pleasure was to talk to the servants, for they were of the same station as herself, though Mrs. Sherwood discouraged this and such conversations as Kate had with Mary and others were desultory and brief.
Having, however, no companion or chaperone on this occasion, Kate ventured with a sense of daring one afternoon along the passageway that led to the kitchen, the laundry room, the linen room, the wine cellar and, of course, Johnson's room. Failing to come upon anyone with whom she could pass the time, Kate neared his door with some timidity, at which moment he chanced to rise from his chair and so spied her through his half-open door.
'Come in, Missy, if you wants', Kate was invited.
Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Kate entered and looked curiously about her while the head valet proceeded with some eagerness to pour them each a glass of elderberry wine. For Johnson, too, was in need of conversation and had been bubbling with a sense of resentment to learn via the cook that Miss Martin was leaving. He had been used, he thought, for in his fairly simple mind he felt sure she was going off to have as fine a time as had Bella, now that he had told her all. Moreover-fancying himself a confidante of the lady-Johnson felt affronted that she had not brought him news of her impending departure.
'I can't stay long', Kate said politely, taking a glass and innocently putting her bottom where often enough Letitia rested her bared knees.
'Them as does ain't always the best of company, Johnson grumbled. He wished Kate to look at him askance when he thus spoke, and she dutifully did. Young woman-wise, a scent of scandal or gossip always made her pretty nose twitch.
'Have you been done down, then?' she asked.
'That I 'as. Can't talk of it. You understand. Mighty private it were-yuss-private', said Johnson, tapping the side of his nose.
'You can tell me. I never talk to anyone much except Mrs. Sherwood and I never tell her anything', Kate said with breathless pride.
'Tell you, eh? It's wicked stuff, Missy, that's what it is. Not fit fer the ears of a young gel. I tell you, these gentry gits up to things none of us common folk-and your pardon fer calling you that-daren't do. I seed 'em. I seed 'em at it'.
'Oh, what?' Kate asked impatiently. Every now and then a vivid vision came to her of what had passed between Miss Martin and Mr. Sherwood and herself on the bed. If she herself had been uppermost when he had entered, Kate felt sure that her own bottom would have been the recipient of his tool.-'Do tell', she wheedled, bringing forth a huge sigh from Johnson who lumbered up, closed the door and then reseated himself much closer to Kate than she thought he needed to, though his voice did then fall to a hoarse whisper such as she might not otherwise have heard.
'Nary a word to others, eh?' he asked.
Kate shook her head. 'Cross me 'eart and 'ope to die', she said, dropping her aspirates carelessly now that she was in more common company.
“That's it, then-there's me good gel. It's about Miss Bella, see, and that there Miss Martin', added Johnson mo disparagingly.
'Oh', uttered Kate with disappointment, 'You mean the were doing something together?'
'No, Miss, not that. More rabid, I'd say', said Johnson with some satisfaction at producing such a word, though he wasn't quite certain what it meant.
'Oh go on then, tell me, if it's rabid', Kate echoed thinking it must be an exceedingly wicked word.
'Well, it was in a stable see-or rather, a barn. They calls it stabling, wot 'appened, but I don't know why. There was Miss Bella and a young couple and an older man. I think he was the father of the other young lady, but you can't tell these days. They's all doing it, as I reckon'.
'Yes, I s'pose', Kate said vaguely.
Johnson was seated in a worn armchair lower than her own seat, and her eyes had, rather by accident than design, fallen upon the tubular shape which was slowly taking form under his front trouser buttons, or flies as she knew they were called.
'They 'ad their clothes orf', Johnson said rather in the manner of one who utters a solemnity in church.
'Oh!' ejaculated Kate as if the idea of people doing such was unheard of. She raised her eyes to his, dropped them again, and saw that the protuberance was even larger.
“The two men, they takes their trousers down, and the gels has their drawers orf, and they was tied up-the gels, I mean-and with their bottoms stuck up towards the gents'… the gents'… well, Miss, I got to say it, their things wot was all stuck up like', said Johnson as if his weren't. His eyes were fixed on Kate's lips which were quite adorably open.
'Did they… I mean, did they?' she asked, becoming aware that his large hand had risen and was resting on her thigh.
'Did they what, Miss?' Johnson asked with a sudden grin. This one acted like an innocent, but he wasn't sure that she was. A bit she was, perhaps. He could have her the way he had the Mistress. Warm her up a bit. Keep her from squealing. Maybe she hadn't had it up her bottom yet, or maybe she had. Girls of her age often did. That way it didn't 'show.' Useful that was. Kept them virginal.'
Very slowly he used his free hand to take her nearest one and brought it with all the care of handling a precious article on to the thick stem of his erection that Kate could then feel pulsing under the velvet cloth of his breeches.
'Johnson, don't', Kate murmured feebly. A delicate flush stained her flawless cheeks. Her fingers stayed unmoving where he had placed them, his own palm laid over her knuckles.
'Want me to tell yer, Miss, don't yer?' Johnson asked as gently as he could while Kate swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips.
'What?' Kate asked, as much to gain time as anything. No lips ever poured forward more appealingly than Kate's when she uttered that word. With the delicate touch of her fingers upon him, it was too much for Johnson. In flash he was up and half on her, pinning her down, taking her chin before Kate could escape his seeking mouth.-'GLOPPPP!' she choked and succeeded in wrenching her lips to one side, causing his lips to slur over her cheek.
'Mr. Johnson, please stop!' she gasped in the hope that affording him a title might ameliorate him. The manservant's hand being already beneath her skirt, however, he was already at caressing her thighs and finding her muff above.
At the rude touch of his thumb to her crevice, Kate produced a faint cry which Johnson-taking her utterance to be one of pleasure-titillated more until Kate succumbed to an unbidden weakness and let her shapely legs slacken, though her lips remained averted and offering no surrender.
'Got their pricks up their bottoms, they did, Miss. Lots of meanings and wrigglings there was, but once the gents were well-lodged there weren't nothing for it for the gels but to let 'em. A right rodding they give 'em, and the young Misses they took as they 'ave to and oughter, I s'pose'.
'Oh, Johnson!' came Kate's moan, as if she were yielding to both his words and the excitations of his thumb.
'You keep your legs open, Miss, and I'll give you better than any gent around 'ere could', Johnson said hoarsely making all attempts to unbutton himself against his vigorously straining pego which in little enough time found Kate's tentatively-seeking hand.
Having grasped its considerable girth in her palm, however, the maiden's succeeding words were typical of such who would pause between doing and not-doing, her murmur taking the rather broken form of, 'Mustn't Johnson!' though the unhinged parting of her thighs betrayed her arousal which was further marked as the lust-swollen crest of his weapon prodded invasively at the portals of her grotto.
Kate's head twisted from side to side. Her fingernails dug into Johnson's shoulders in a manner that he found painful rather than urging. Her belly slithered evasively. Like Venus rising from the foam, Kate suddenly succeeded in overcoming her impetuous weakness and struggled so much that Johnson's feet-sliding backwards on the worn carpet- brought him to glide backwards in the most undignified manner, his chin hitting the floor and his poker painfully meeting the selfsame obstacle.
'Ho, Miss!' he groaned in his dismay, and as much to cover himself with pity as he hoped.
'Oh, are you hurt?' Kate cried out in a kindly and thoughtful manner, sitting up, and therewith obtaining a prime view of his pestle whose purplish nose thrust mournfully into the air as Johnson rose, letting his breeches sag in the process. Thus re-positioning himself while Kate maintained her sitting posture, his erection quivered within inches of her chin.
'It would take kindly, Miss, if you was to give it a little kiss of forgiveness, like', Johnson opined hopefully.
Kate swallowed (prematurely, as might be felt) and drew in her lower lip as though to deny his request.
'You were going to tell me, but now you want to do things', she pouted.
'I told yer all there was, Miss Kate, honest I did. There was Bella 'aving it, and the other girl, too, side by side with 'er. There could 'ave been a fair bit of whipping if the young ladies 'adn't agreed to it, though by my lights they were sparky anyway and fair fit to be tupped like that. Tapped or tupped we say around 'ere. The young ladies don't mind that so much. Provided they don't 'ave it up between their legs, their mothers don't know'.
'Don't they?' asked Kate dreamily, for even as he spoke Johnson brought his stiff pecker up to brush across her mouth. It felt like a toothsome plum, velvety on its exterior as it was. The exhalation of her warm breath appeared to make it quiver more. Making, as it seemed, to lick her lips, Kate touched the purplish crest with the tip of her tongue, causing Johnson to groan beseechingly.
'Don't tease, Miss. Take it in yer mouth'.
'Did they say anything, Johnson?' came the soft reply from Kate who was enjoying her momentary power. Parting her lips, she drew the helmet-like crest into her mouth and drew upon it cautiously. Such an act never having occurred to her before, she nevertheless found herself enjoying it. Her eyes half closed, her cheeks drew in as several inches of the vibrant corker slid over her tongue.
'The other girl-not Miss Bella-said as she wanted it. Said to 'im to get it right up 'er bum, she did, after they had started. A fair do, it was, all panting and moaning together. I bet they was nice and tight, Miss, like your mouth. Lovely mouth you 'ave. Suck on it more. Hold my balls while you do it!'
It was at that voluptuous juncture, however, that the door opened. Kate, being in a semi-facing position towards it, espied their visitor first and sat transfixed for several seconds, her mouth meatily filled.
'Kate! Johnson!' exploded the outraged tones of Letitia, whereat Kate took the only course she could and fell back in a seeming swoon, leaving the bewildered manservant's pego wet and quivering.
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