While these events were passing, some strange if animated conversations were taking place in the quiet of bedrooms in the Sherwood's mansion. Both Ethel and Kate had retired later than was their normal wont and both had appeared to be bubbling with suppressed emotions that earlier in the day had achieved some release.
'Ethel was very flushed today', Letitia remarked in process of disrobing herself for bed, 'Did she not take to her new tutor? Was she upset?'
Finding this the very question that he did not want put to him, Sherwood-being attired then only in his shirt- approached his wife from the rear and clasped her around the waist, drawing her naked bottom into his loins.
'How superb your bottom is! Press it into me, my dear', he murmured.
Females, however, are not so easily diverted and are prone to have their suspicions aroused when a question is evaded. Even so, she gave pause to respond to him in the manner that both liked and rolled her fleshy orb against the rapidly-swelling crest of his knob.
'What a heavy cock you have', she murmured truthfully enough, turning slowly about.
'You have yet to tell me about Kate, my dear. Did she surrender to his tool, and did you see?'
At that, Letitia momentarily let pass the point she had wished to make herself. Gliding one hand down between them, she grasped her husband's member and couched his balls upon her other palm.
'Yes', she said simply.
'You witch! Will you not tell me?' responded Easton robustly, casting her down beneath him on the waiting bed. In so doing, Letitia's hand slipped from his stiffening tool, but then grasped it anew.
'You have not told me about Ethel', she replied, feeling a strange shiver run through her that was compounded of excitement and a tingling apprehension.
'Open your legs and let me put it in while we talk'.
'No, my love, for you will come too soon. Let us make it last. I am in a perfect fever of desire tonight. Have you come already today? Was it nice?'
'Yes, no, perhaps-though not as much as you, I trow. Did Ralph have you, too? I would have a jealousy on me as to that!'
'Oh, would you indeed! And who did you have, you naughty man?'
'On the grass? Was it on the grass-your legs apart, the both of you?'
'If you must, yes. Had I not been there, Ralph would have had much greater difficulties with her. It was a pastoral scene of wicked pleasures such as you would much have enjoyed. Amid many petulant noises from her, I succeeded in embracing her-and she much flushed with wine, I do confess-the while that Ralph removed her drawers. Oh, what heavings and what squeals followed, I muffling her as best as I could with my lips upon her own while your dear brother manoeuvred his tool between the lips of her cunny. A single thrust, a wail from Kate, and he had sheathed himself within'.
She kicked?' asked Easton, who much liked young girls to do so.
'But feebly, sweet, for I cossetted her and told her that I, as her chaperone, permitted it. Therewith she became quiescent and strangely so, for she lay back and stirred her bottom gently to his will. The dear sweet girl, she was much in need of it. A soft pallor took her cheeks when she came, and oh her gasps when Ralph responded with his sperm! Such frantic wrigglings of her hips occurred men that he was all but unhorsed and needed much to pin her down while the jets exploded in her. Then, 'Oh!' she cried, and once again lay still, his prick a-pulsing in her quim, her knees drawn up. I kissed her sweetly then and felt her lips' responsiveness. You may ride her yourself now, dearest, for I do not mind. Her very sweetness makes her sultry to the cock's proud touch'.
'And afterwards-he had you, too?”
'You have not told me yet of Ethel, dear. What passed, what happened? Is she not to learn?'
'She is to learn, but not with Hodkins, for he birched her, dear. Oh love, my love, come open up your legs', said Easton, endeavouring to stir his rod against her sticky nest.
'Only the knob… Oh, you beast-Just hold it there!
Oh, how lovely, what control you have! He birched her did you say? Oh, were you there?'
'Tut tut, no no. Ooooh, just another inch! How tight you are tonight, just like a girl!'
Excitement more fully overcoming her, Letitia opened the portals of heaven to him more, his stave three inches in her, moving back and forth.
'Poor Ethel! W… w… was her bottom red?'
Slurring her hips as she spoke, curving her belly under his and rubbing her pubic moss against his much more wiry one, Letitia drew in a long-breathing rush of air as the embedded penis nosed deeper into her crevice and was there squeezed between its spongy walls. Yet for all that, she retained such part of her senses as males frequently lose in moments of lust, becoming wild in speech and wilder in thought. Thus the question was put more artlessly than Easton, in the thrall of it, imagined, and haplessly did he choke out a 'Yes!'
'Ah, you saw her bottom', mouthed Letitia as if with eagerness.
Grooving the helmet of his weapon back and forth in her notch, Easton groaned. The events of the day spun before him all too vividly.
'I ex… ex… examined. It was needful. The dear girl was… MMMMMPH!… disturbed.
“The poor sweet!' ejaculated Letitia, coiling and knotting her calves over the backs of his thighs so that he was more the prisoner then than she. Her heart pounded crazily, torn as she was between that which was to be in the next minute or two and that which might have been, for the fronds of strange suspicions-that which is called instinct in women- still swayed in her mind.-'D… dearest, you comforted her, I trust?' she mouthed against his ear the while the pair heaved and small juicy sounds came from between the junctions of their thighs where Easton's thick shaft threaded back and forth.
'I… yes… ' gritted Easton who through the blur of imminent orgasmic bliss could just perceive the red flags of danger flying ahead.
'And stroked her poor hot botty, did you, sweet?' lured Letitia.
'Just a…just a leetle…AR! My love, I'm coming! Work your hips the more'.
'Oh, Papa!' Letitia responded hungrily and with sly deliberation. A white cloud passed over her vision, for she was expending her pearls herself and in great part her strange outburst was due to her excitement, though it contained (it must be said) a little hook therein with which to catch the fish of which she was more certain then.
'Eth…!' began Easton, yet realising the trap into which he had fallen, endeavoured to smother any further inadvertence of delirious speech by kissing Letitia more deeply and thus silencing both.
She, however, was not to be put off and, with a little cry, drew herself up from beneath him with such sinuous suddenness that his cork promptly popped out of her cosy slit, almost causing him to expend on to the sheet.
'Oh, I hate you!' exploded Letitia, albeit in a thankfully soft tone that did not escape the bedroom walls. So saying, she drew her legs up and curled herself away from him while a groping Easton-endeavouring to recapture the ultimate moment of desire-adjusted his own posture to bring his hefty, glowing, wet knob to probe between the richness of her bottom cheeks.
'GOOO! Go away! Oh, you brute! You have touched her bottom, I know you have!'
'Only to see, my pet. She was much put out from that horrid birch, and indeed I berated the fellow soundly when I heard of it. She will not find cause to go to him again. I shall teach her', uttered he with some boldness.
'Teach her? Oh, I am sure you will! Tee-eeech her, what?' sobbed Letitia whose eyes, however, remained dry while her rosette-inadvertently or otherwise-adjusted itself to the plum of his cock.
'Woman, be quiet!' growled Easton, thumbing her plumpness apart so that the crest of his member was trapped between her full rear cheeks.
'I will not, I will not! Oh my poor, dear Ethel! Ah, what are you at now?' cried Letitia as if she had been previously unaware where his poker was prodding.
Guilt takes a man in strange ways. Either he will endeavour to be evasive, or he will be browbeaten and confess, or (alas) he may become brutal. In this case Easton tended towards the last-named and promptly passed one arm around his wife's body and clamped his hand over her mouth, producing surprised squeaks therefrom. Placing then his free hand against her warm belly, he nosed up into her rosy orifice while Letitia indeed kicked at him fretfully as if she were at her first trials. Her head shook in vain attempts to dislodge his muffling hand and, with silence, Easton recovered the upper hand.
'Indeed, what a bottom, what tight cheeks', he husked, making it plain by his omission of her name that he might intend thereby either Letitia herself or Ethel.
'N… n… nnng…!' came whiningly from behind his hand, by which time his stout penis had lodged itself almost to the full in Letitia's globe.
'Yes, my dear, oh yes-for you too have been wicked', Easton gloated, nibbling amourously at her earlobe as he spoke and churning his pestle slowly in a manner to which Letitia was normally very responsive. Knowing himself to be in full possession of her, no matter what passed between their lips, he loosed his smothering hand slowly, causing Letitia to suck her breath in.
'T… take it out… I hate you', she whimpered, but at that he began to caress her puffy cunnylips and clitoris while his stem worked purposefully in and out, causing her to wriggle despite herself.
'Because Ethel was birched?' asked Easton, twirling his tongue in her ear, 'Come, my pet, cease this foolishness and work your bottom to me. Am I not the master here? May the cock not tread the hens? Is it not time that Ethel was brought on to it?'
'Don't, don't, don't, you hateful man!' came Letitia's moan, 'Oooh, oooh, oooh, n… not so fast! Did you, did you, did you? OMPFFFF!' came her splutter as Easton twisted her neck and brought her mouth savagely to his.
'Be quiet, woman!' growled Easton who then had no intention of confessing either way, for he could not bring himself to retreat from what had passed, and neither did he wish to have to face the recriminations that might follow this bout of fiery temperaments and passion.
'HOOO!' whimpered Letitia, salting his fingertips. Such a haze of impressions-true and imagined-clouded her mind that control completely slipped from her, yet had she known what had passed between her husband and their daughter, and had she been in a suitable frame of mind, Letitia might well have succumbed to laughter. For it must be said that the increasingly titillating caresses to which Ethel had been subject in the meadow many hours before had caused her to stir her knee with a surfeit of excitement against the humping of her Papa's over-anguished tool. Resultantly, Easton had been just about to roll her on to her back in readiness for what he felt she ought to receive, when an additionally sensuous motion of her leg caused him to experience a sadly premature eruption which, flooding the front of his trousers, communicated its thick stickiness to Ethel's knee.
'Mmmm… hmmmm!' she had hummed enthusiastically against his mouth, for the two were at that moment kissing with unwise abandon, with Ethel-in her comparative innocence-believing that her Papa was but commencing the proceedings which she increasingly desired. Knowing little of male orgasm, Ethel doubtless believed that the frothing tool, whose wetness she could feel through her stocking- would continue its delightful eruptions in her nest.
Alas (or not), fondling her bottom and her titties in that moment, Easton expended his forces powerfully and swiftly, being so much dismayed thereby that he held her quivering form against him in the dying moments of delirium and then rolled from her, leaving Ethel quite bereft and not a little annoyed.
'Oh, Papa!' she had gasped, observing the large wet stain that spread darkly over the front of his trousers.
'It is nothing, my pet', answered Easton weakly, whereat Ethel-with her drawers then nigh at her ankles-sat up and folded her arms around her knees and said with such catty brevity as even young females can summon up, 'OH!' this being offered to Easton's ears almost as a reprimand. Besides which, of course, he felt deuced uncomfortable in his glutinaceous state, not to say foolishly inadequate.
'We had best return home, my sweet', he had ventured.
'Oh yes, Papa, of course', Ethel replied sweetly but with a certain tightness in her tone that put him quite off balance.
Such a contretemps being rare, Easton knew not what else to say, and certainly not to Ethel of all people. Thus their returning ride was carried out more in silence than otherwise. Ethel-considering the whole day to have been spoiled-ran to her room the moment they returned and sat moody and uncertain on her bed for a long while before deciding to change, for her dress was dusty from her little adventure.
As for Easton, he changed his trousers and positively lurked about the house, knowing not how to comport himself vis-a-vis Ethel whose feet were to be heard stomping up and down in her room in quite a paddy, though upon reflection she almost gave way to a smile in considering that she had been almost very naughty and would be more so in the future, if she could. Finally the relative silence she had imposed upon herself grew upon her and she made her way rattier timidly to her Papa's study where he sat brooding over the entire matter.
Having knocked and received his gruff call, Ethel had entered, having meant to do so in a ladylike manner. Confusion, however, seized her, and instead of doing so she ran to her Papa and plumped herself on his lap, saying in a shy manner, 'Oh, Papa, what is to do. You will teach me, will you not, or shall I ask Mama…?'
'No, no, my pet, say nothing to your dear Mama or there may be great ructions about Hodkins, and I do not wish to fall out with the fellow that much', put in Easton quickly.
At that, Ethel's rosy-cheeked, oval face took on a pouting look. Having assured herself that her Papa's trousers were dry, she wriggled on them to the distinct discomfort of Easton who had convinced himself that he had been shamed in her innocent eyes.
'What then shall we do, Papa?' came her murmur.
'Why, dearest Ethel, we shall play a little game so as not to disturb anyone. I will take you forth several times a week as if to visit Mr. Hodkin. Instead, we will find a secluded nook and there do your lessons'.
'Proper lessons, Papa?' asked Ethel with a great show of naivety. Her face lifted and turned to his as she spoke and, in pronouncing her p's, her lips formed an adorable shape. So much so that Easton was much tempted to afford them the kiss that they appeared to invite. Manfully he steadied himself, while giving himself comfort by stroking her further hip as she sat sideways on his lap. Beneath her warm, tight bottom Ethel could feel yet another eruption and stirred her hips slyly until the knob of his penis nestled through her light attire up in-between the cheeks of her bottom. A sigh escaped her, the which Easton could no more ignore than he could the delightful elasticity of her derriere on his slowly-rising prick.
'Proper, yes. What is it, Ethel?' he asked solicitously, toying with her slim fingers.
'S… sometimes you will birch me, Papa, for you said it was needful, but if… oh, I mean, if we are outside then someone may pass and… '
'I will birch you here within, my pet, when all is quiet', replied Easton, his heart gathering pace.
'Here? Now? Oh, you do mean now, Papa, I know you do. I have been naughty, I know I have', whispered Ethel demurely while screwing up her eyes a little as the ever-stiffening rod beneath her seemed almost to be raising her bottom up.
'It would be seemly now when it is quiet, my pet. How brave you are, how truly sweet! I shall birch your adorable bottom very lightly, that I do promise-only to bring it to a certain heat, you understand, and then… '
'And then you will teach me, Papa?' wheedled Ethel, making great play of gazing modestly down into her lap. So expressive was the tension in her then that a giggle escaped her, bringing her to turn her face anew and press her blushing face into his shirtfront. Indeed, the gathering hypocrisy between the pair was about to dissolve, for whether consciously or not Easton passed his hand between her arms and began caressing her titties which to his amourous palm felt like two small melons, each wobbling a little to his touch.
'Is that nice?' he asked rather hoarsely, whereat Ethel nodded blindly and moved the tip of her nose against his chest as if seeking refuge there.-'And this?” he began, relinquishing her bubbies and making to pass his hand up beneath her skirt. No reluctance at all showed in Ethel's ready parting of her thighs to admit his fingers to her grotto. As his fingers passed between the silky columns and approached the little thicket of curls, she leaned back slowly, mouth open and eyes closed.
'Mmmm… ' came her agreeable hum, and therewith passed from her mind-as it did from Easton's-the thought that the birch might be needed, though in some far reach of his own mind he was deciding that to spank her brazen young bottom first would be the greatest fun for both and warm her up well for her initiation, for she would then prove even bounder.
This idyll, however, was to be interrupted, though in a manner other than had occurred before. This time it was Mary who-after knocking-entered with a dusting pan and brush, causing Ethel to rise very hastily indeed.
'As… as I was saying, I am going to practice croquet, Papa', she blurted, going very pink, the which the maidservant did not fail to notice, nor the heavy flush upon her Master's cheeks.
'Ah, yes, of course, absolutely, my pet', answered Easton in a somewhat throttled manner, whereat Ethel-quite infuriated-made her exit, leaving her Papa to glare at Mary who by virtue of the sheltering nature of his desk was fortunately (or not) unable to perceive the state of his person.
'You may leave, Mary; I have no time for your dusting now', said he curtly, and this much to the relief of Ethel who-being still within earshot at that moment-might have wondered whether Mary would receive that which she had not. Indeed, such a thought even passed rapidly through Easton's mind, but the thought that Ethel might re-appear caused it to dissolve just as quickly as it had appeared.
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