'When the limits of love are attained then there is pleasure for all who so participate. Is that not so?'
The voice was that of Miss Martin-the place of her utterance being the Colonel's drawing room where Annette sat in some wonderment as to why he had found cause to return to the house.
'L… love is spiritual, is it not?' Annette rejoined, clasping and unclasping her hands several times while the events of the night still hung upon her. Most unconventionally, as it seemed to her, Miss Martin had risen and showed her back to Annette's stepfather and herself while fingering the heavy drapes of the plum-red curtains and gazing through the dusty glass of the bow window which gave out on to the grounds.
'Were that so, Annette, then nuns would be the happiest of us all-and would we not all enter a nunnery?'
'Oh, as to that…' Annette began and flushed and looked confused.
The Colonel sighed and rose, refilling their glasses and his own with port.
'You speak of physical enchantment, Miss Martin, I believe', said he.
'I speak of that which is. Annette, pray bring my glass to me and then sit down again', the lady answered, still unturning as she brooded at the window's shield.
Being surprised by such a command, Annette showed momentary hesitation until a nod from the Colonel brought her to her feet. Passing slowly across the spacious room, and with the ruby surface of the port slip-slopping in the glass, she handed it gravely to her mentor of the night and then took up her seat again. Thereat a silence reigned for a moment until Miss Martin's voice broke through again.
'Were you not to be married shortly, I might have been your tutor, Annette', she declared, quaffing as she spoke.
'You might still be, my dear, if such is the wish of you both. The wedding is three months hence. You both have time', prompted the Colonel who perceived dimly but correctly that her original plans had changed and that he was not to be sent pacing the lawn, as he had thought.
'Could you accommodate me? We commenced a few lessons last night, did we not, Annette?' Miss Martin asked to the utter confusion of the young lady who promptly buried her nose in her glass while her cheeks yielded a deep blush.
'We… we were talking, yes', Annette spluttered while Miss Martin glided back towards her and took up a seat beside her on the chaise longue.
'We spoke most prettily, with our lips together', said she, affording the Colonel a smile.
'Oh! Miss Martin means we were whispering', interjected Annette who in that moment wished herself anywhere but in her own abode.
To her initial relief, the Colonel did not appear to have absorbed either of their utterances, saying gravely, 'There is always much to teach. What subjects, Miss Martin, do you count as your prime ones?'
'My prime ones? Now, let me think. They are as much of the mind as of the body, and as much of the body as of the mind. In some respects they are beyond the realms of discourse-in others they are extremely palatable to the eye. There are few physical limits to that which I teach, and none mental whatever. The activities of the one lead to the other, and vice versa'.
'I say, it sounds absolutely ripping and frightfully unusual! Do you not think so, Annette?'
'I? Oh, I am not sure', replied the much-flustered young lady.
“That is because you have not tried, Annette-beyond the ranges of our discourse last night', responded Miss Martin civilly enough while fixing an eye upon the Colonel which, to his amusement and dismay,, clearly enough indicated that she was about to again demonstrate that same evidence of will that he had already experienced.-'Come, dear, pray let me give you a trial lesson of which your proud stepfather shall be the witness. May I suggest retiring upstairs? We shall be more at our ease there'.
'A capital idea!' came from the Colonel and, simultaneously with it, a cry from Annette of, 'Oh, but I do not understand!' this bringing forth from Miss Martin the soft reproof that she soon enough would if she would but lend herself to a little 'study'.
Such being a woman's intuition, a sense of breathlessness seized Annette who, finding herself escorted by the pair to the upper regions of the house, managed only to utter weakly, 'But we have to return!'
'In good time, Annette', Miss Martin soothed. 'Which is your room? This one? Oh, how nice, how airy, what a lovely bed-I do adore your stand-mirror; you may see yourself in bed, may you not?'
'It has been moved thus by the maid, I expect', rejoined Annette, a little put out to have her moments of self-admiration betrayed thus, though she spied nothing but merriment in the woman's eyes. As for the Colonel, his posture was as uncertain as to his thoughts of what might be about to occur. He lounged against the door lintel rather in the fashion of a man who had never seen his stepdaughter's pretty boudoir before.
'What fun one might have on such a bed! There is much pleasure to be gained by advancing one's knowledge, you know. May I try it?' Miss Martin asked gaily and therewith to the confoundment of Annette threw herself upon it willy-nilly as a young girl might in a new abode, rolling this way and that, showing both her ankles and calves, and then finally coming to reside on her back with her head comfortably placed on a well-filled pillow fringed with cream lace.
'We… we said we would be back', ventured Annette who, feeling a slight disturbance of air behind her, realised that the Colonel had entered and closed the door against which he lolled raffishly.
“There is no hurry-no hurry at all. What a shame it would be to hasten your first lesson, dear. Colonel, bring her to me, for I want to kiss her', cooed Miss Martin, this producing an incoherent sound of disbelief from Annette who at the next felt her waist taken from behind, her dainty feet being lifted several feet off the floor.
'What are you…? OH!' came her cry, for the Colonel's wiry strength was such that even though her legs kicked and twisted in dismay and her hips writhed, nothing availed her but to be plucked into the air and brought full length down upon the prone form of Miss Martin. Having prepared herself for such, and not displeased to take the full impact of such a curvaceous young form, the latter immediately parted her nether limbs and, bringing them high up on either side of Annette's, caused her calves to wind and lock about the maiden's narrow waist.
Gentlemen who have themselves sported with a lively female in this selfsame way will have experienced the same surprising strength of grip that Miss Martin then exerted upon her prey. Twist as she might, Annette could not escape the scissoring lock, her hands beating on the pillow on either side of her captor's head.
It was a curiosity in those preliminary moments that Annette uttered no such cries as might another girl have done. The surprise was too great, perhaps, or else it was that her innate pride prevented her during the first shock of the occasion from uttering beseeching words. All young women have a sense of play, and it may well be that Annette was endeavouring to persuade herself that Miss Martin was being merely playful, albeit rudely so.
As the latter's calves and crossed ankles showed no sign of releasing her, however, and while the Colonel stood watching this tableau with excited amusement, a blustering, 'No! Please stop!' came from Annette. 'It is silly!' she then wailed, not daring to twist her head back to the waiting figure of her Step-Papa.
'Dear Annette, I do recall once-in my utter youth- thinking how silly it was that I was made to learn multiplication tables. Even so, I benefited from them, and you are about to do the same. How lusciously juicy you were in bed last night, my sweet'.
'Oh, Miss Martin, don't say THAT! How can you say such a horrid, rude thing! Let me be! OH! What are you at!' shrieked the young lady while Miss Martin-having both hands relatively free-set to reaching down and drawing up the broad skirt of Annette's blue gown.
'Remove her drawers, Colonel', uttered Miss Martin while Annette bucked and struggled in vain.
'He dare NOT!' came Annette's shriek, her would-be violent contortions producing a fervent rubbing of her proud titties upon Miss Martin's, the which the latter enjoyed initially more than she.
'He has dared not before, and more's the pity or you would have been tutored long 'ere this. Are they off, Colonel?'
'My dear, yes', was the chokey response, for so rarely had his hands essayed Annette's calves, thighs and bottom before that he was in raptures at not only patting and touching but in unveiling the glorious orb which came to view. Exquisitely plump and firm-and more so than her covering garments had ever hinted at-the lustrous hemispheres glimmered in the soft sunlight that pervaded the room as with a balm of light, though Annette obviously did not think so, for to her it was a most shameful offering of her most intimate parts to her stepfather's eyes. Over-eagerly, and having cast her drawers with their frilled legs to one side, he made to cup her cunny, but a vigilant hissing from Miss Martin stayed his errant hand.
'Be seated, Colonel, on the chair there. You will see how ladies sport together in bed', she uttered, maintaining her relentless encirclement of Annette's wasplike waist while an hysterical cry of 'No!' was rent from the girl's lips.
'Now, come, my girl, up-up a little', instructed Miss Martin who with a heaving of her legs was able to shift Annette upwards upon her until two things became possible. The first was that her tongue was able to lick luringly beneath Annette's chin and around her smooth neck, while the second was that by scooping her right arm down she was able to bring her fingers under the maiden's mossy nest and there begin an artful tickling of her.
'No! HAAAR! NO! HAR! NEEE-OH!' came repeatedly and in a high-wailing tone from Annette while the Colonel's mesmerized gaze fell on all, and in particular of course the very persuasive movements of Miss Martin's busy forefinger.
As it seemed to him afterwards, all appeared to be happening very slowly, despite Annette's frantic jerks and writhings. Miss Martin's wrist was most elegantly bent as she continued titillating what in a matter of but half a minute became a reluctantly juicy slit. Feeling it so herself, Annette buried her hot face in die pillow above and to the side of a cheerfully-smothered Miss Martin's head and tried in vain to stem her rising emotions.
'Don't, don't, don't, please!' she moaned again and again, aghast to realise that which was being observed from a chair near the bed.
'Yes, Annette, come on. What a hot cunny you have, my pet, and I, too. Let me just g… get my dress up so that you may rub your slit to mine again. You see what a nice lesson this is?' asked Miss Martin in a husky voice while she succeeded in the midst of all in so tucking her dress up that Annette's furry quim came to rub its love-swollen lips against her own, producing a moan from the latter who in her dizzy despair could feel herself weakening by the second.
'Your lips, dearest, your lips. Move down a little again on me. Oooh, what a warm tummy! There now, there now, you cannot escape this lovely moment'.
Several breathless sounds followed then, mainly of 'PMFFF!' as Annette more weakly strove to contain herself. Broken sobs issued from her lips the while that Miss Martin's lips succeeded in meshing with hers. Several times Annette's petulantly escaped while the back-and-forth jerking movements of her captor's legs-demanding as they were-brought them ever back again.
In that moment the Colonel, whose prick was beating ardently against his restraining trousers, came to the realisation of what a comparative silence had fallen on the room. To the rapacious and spellbound seeking of his eyes, his stepdaughter's waist-impressed inwards as it was by Miss Martin's stockinged legs-seemed no greater in circumference than might be encircled by both his hands, and therewith her hips appeared to flare more and her glorious derriere to appear like a swollen gourd that had been cunningly fashioned into two close-knit halves by a master sculptor.
And it was indeed that part of Annette's maidenly form that was next to be attended to.
'Tickle her bottomhole, Colonel; she will come on more quickly then', was the blurting and kiss-smothered command from Miss Martin.
'No! Oh my god, no!' uttered Annette at that, for in the increasing furor of awoken passions she had almost persuaded herself that he was not there.
'AH!' uttered the Colonel with delight. His own dutiful-ness towards this extraordinary woman was about to be rewarded, he realised. Rising, he placed one broad hand in reverse upon Annette's delectable bum, springing the two halves apart with thumb and fingers the while that the forefinger of his free hand attended to a not unskilful circling of her nether hole which was well-ridged though much puckered. And at his first errant touch it became more so, as he anticipated from many pleasant evenings in India with maturing schoolgirls who were undergoing what was deemed to be the most desirable forms of domestic training.
'DOO-HOO-HOOOO!' moaned Annette upon Miss Martin's open mouth, for the fingertip not only encircled her ridge and tickled her lasciviously there, but it became gradually invasive and dared to enter despite all the squeezing of that small rounded mouth upon it.
'Gently, gently, Colonel', exhorted Miss Martin, though unnecessarily.
Annette's warm globe bucked wildly as she endeavoured to escape the lewd entry, but the wriggling movements of her hips served only to aid it in its initial investigation which caused it to feel like a thick worm between her bottom cheeks.
'MA-MA-MAMA!' sobbed Annette, the inward motions of the Colonel's finger causing her tongue to eject itself more into Miss Martin's encouraging mouth.
'I say, by jove, let me have her now!' beseeched the Colonel whose digit was being greedily nipped.
'No, wait, wait-she is coming on! Keep your finger up her there-just keep it… WHOOOO! Me, too! Oh, Annette, Annette, yes, yes, my love, yes, yes!' exhorted Miss Martin whose cry was indeed heartfelt for she herself was coming in the selfsame raptures as produced an echoing cry of surrender from her adorable captive. The two females- their teeth all but chattering together in an ague of released desire-locked themselves together hungrily. Try as she might then-but utterly lost in the swirling waters that seemed to enfold her-Annette could not but help producing little responsive movements of her hips to the insidious urging of her stepfather's digit in such an unthinkable place. Indeed, her previously-untried cavity appeared to itself yield a little moisture to his finger which encouraged it to move back and forth more rapidly and Annette therewith to produce another sparkling effusion of lustrous pearls upon Miss Martin's thick dark bush.
All swarm, all swirled, for the hapless girl then who- released from her bottom-teasing-was slowly rolled upon her back like an undulating wave that at last has found the shore. Eyes bleared, Annette clutched desperately at Miss Martin who, in her new position, hooked one leg over the girl's nearest lower limb and so prevented it from closing upon its twin.
'OH-WOH!' Annette uttered weakly, sensing well enough what was to follow, for she had glimpsed the risen Colonel removing his jacket and making preparatory movements around an extremely prominent area of his trousers. Her flushed face hid itself beneath Miss Martin's like a rabbit endeavouring to squeeze into its burrow, this motion suiting Miss Martin admirably so mat she kept Annette's face averted by stroking her cheek and running the tip of her tongue within her burning ear.
'Your Mama was jealous, my pet, of that which your Step-Papa had need to. give you-and you to receive-long before this. Pray look at it now, for it is thick and sturdy and has a magnificent glowing head'.
'No, no! Send him away-away!' wailed Annette hysterically, but therewith was like the selfsame rabbit who finds, having half concealed itself, that a rude spade is about to uncover the turf above its head-as indeed then happened to the wild-eyed maiden. Raising herself somewhat while keeping her leg bearing strongly down upon Annette's, Miss Martin forced the girl's face into an uppermost position so that she saw poised above her two hairy receptacles of lust and the rearing penis that was urgent to release the bubbling contents thereof.
'HAAAAR! NO!'
Annette's cry filled the room, she kicking her free leg in such wise as served only to display the more the already love-swollen lips of her quim which, being well-bushed, looked all the more tasty therefor.
'You are to be nested-in, darling, and I the witness of the libertine frolics that will follow once your loins are engaged. Very well, Colonel-do your duty at last!'
'He… MA… MA… MAMA-he must, must, must, mustn't!' babbled Annette hysterically, but being by then naked to his shirt, the Colonel was swiftly upon her, looping one arm around her free leg to thrust it back and thus better to yield the pouting lips of Venus to his lustful prodder.
As it touched, so Annette shrieked anew and endeavoured to arch her back to unsaddle him, but in vain. His weight, impressing itself upon her firmly, thrust her back down while with a quivering sigh of satisfaction the purplish crest of his charger engaged itself blindly to the moist peach of her cunny. There, while she wriggled, twisted, squeaked and squealed, it hovered like an uncertain visitor, albeit deliciously stung and tickled by the juices that met it.
The Colonel's hand then fell upon Annette's shoulders, pinning her down.
'NEEE-NEEE-NEEE!' came grittingly from Annette in a whine. At that her legs were skewered by the more settled intrusion of his own and the entire swollen helmet gained purchase in her pulsing nest.
Seeing her preliminary work done and upon the moment of being well-rewarded, Miss Martin half sat up and gazed benignly down upon the pair.
Annette's flushed face, the slight tear-streaks beneath her eyes which had arisen earlier on as much from excitement as anything-her tousled hair and uncovered limbs-all these betokened to the eyes of her female mentor the moment of ultimate surrender. The girl's face quivered like a wire that has been twanged. Her lips were parted as if in a silent gasp of surprise. The hands that had flailed suddenly gripped at the Colonel's forearms beseechingly. Her eyes were wide, much as though she had encountered a ghost.
'NO!' came Annette's final but weak and half-swallowed gasp that-to the admiration of Miss Martin-was followed not by raucous, crude words of desire from the Colonel such as other men utter at such moments. Accustomed in the art of quelling rebellious maidens and weakly-kicking schoolgirls, he kept himself poised above Annette then, ensuring that her titties were well under his chest but were not unduly crushed.
A gentleman did not rush matters on such occasions. It was enough now that he had her under authoritative command, her thighs quivering against his own, donating the sensuous but unintended little kisses of her ridging stocking tops against his muscled flesh the while that the nose of his ramrod inveigled itself slowly between the parting walls of her lustrous sheath.
At the receipt of another two inches of the pulsing invader, Annette's nostrils pinched and her eyes half closed. Slewing her hips petulantly, she endeavoured by rolling her warm, polished bottom on the bedcover to escape the demanding invasion of her stepfather's doughty prick while he-anticipating the rebellious movement-slid his hands beneath her to cup her quivering buttocks and manfully rammed himself home to a thin, protesting 'YEEE-AAARGH!'
'Now, my love-now, my love', breathed he, raining kisses on her cheek and neck while Annette squeaked and made seemingly torturous little movements under him. 'I should have fucked you years ago, should I not?' he asked quietly against her ear.
'NOOOO!' Annette moaned, despite that the silken walls of her cunny gripped upon his throbber while his balls nudged themselves beneath his orb. Seeming to be frozen in their grip, her hands remained clawing at him in a desperation of competing rejection and desire. Stirring but a little, Miss Martin bent down and brushed the girl's hair from her damp forehead.
'Lie limp now, Annette-let your legs relax. Relax, girl!' she uttered.
'AH!' gasped the girl at a firm smacking of her nearest thigh. Her knee jerked and then slowly unbent, causing her leg to lie flat and the other uncertainly to follow. Her belly quivered softly under the Colonel's harder one. The regular throbbing of his fully-entered cock made her fingernails bite into his arms, but then they too loosened. Her fingers hesitated, slid, and fell away to fall on either side of her head. As if in a dream her head slewed sideways, her gaze fastened sightlessly upon the window. Her cheeks took on a puffy look that both the Colonel and Miss Martin well recognised.
Girls frequently sobbed, in his experience, in a low mewing tone while they were first being shafted. Their hips would scarcely stir, as if too surprised to do so by what was occurring between their legs. Frequently they would lie in a seeming daze for the first few seconds during which the embedded prick began moving back and forth. Then would come little tremulous jerks of their buttocks. One would feel them squeezing together under one's hands, just as the Colonel could feel Annette's firm and bulbous ones doing.
Speech was not wholly necessary. A comforting, encouraging murmur sufficed at times. It came from his lips as Miss Martin glanced back and, with a smile, watched Annette curl her toes as the rhythmic, slewing motion of the Colonel's cock began in earnest. It was the best of signs, Miss Martin considered, for it indicated an inner holding of tension and pleasure that soon enough would find release.
Little by little the two were breathing as one in unison with the succulent sounds of the Colonel's entry and reentry into his stepdaughter's clinging nest.
A little stammering sound was emitted from Annette's lips. Knowingly, the Colonel worked her slowly still, unresisting as she then was, her face unmoving yet rippling subtly beneath its surface.
'No', Annette uttered again, and yet it was to herself that she spoke, her voice low and velvety, denying the very negation it had invoked.
The moment, the Colonel thought. There was invariably one such. Sliding a hand beneath the cheek that rested weakly on its pillow, he brought Annette's dreamlike, passive face under his own and with slow deliberation glided his tongue into her mouth wherewith he rammed himself in to the full, grinding his pubic hairs into her own.
'WHAAAR!' Annette gasped, pumping her warm-flowing breath into his mouth. Her fingers clenched, reached upwards to empty air and then clasped his neck. Her shoes having been removed at the same time as her drawers, her stockinged heels dug into the bed as the vibrant pego then commenced surging back and forth in unstoppable motion to which the small but frenzied movements of Annette's hips began responding. The bed heaved and squeaked; the most ardent of kisses sounded.
'Ah, what a fuck you are, Annette!' the Colonel choked.
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