'I give you a good pumping there, M'am-as good as any Miss Bella 'as received, and better I reckon than she's likely to'.
The words of Johnson came thickly but deliberately as he rose from the reclining form of Letitia whose stockinged legs remained hanging apart over the end of the chaise longue to which he had borne her. Her cunny pulsed agreeably from the libation it had received and she had come herself, several times and with utter abandon with Johnson on her belly for the first time.
Why Letitia had submitted to that, she did not know. Johnson had strained above her, grunting and threshing his cock in her nest, knowing better than to kiss or even attempt to in the process. Letitia had gripped his forearms, her glazed eyes gazing up into his own glowering ones while thoughts of all that passed in the house ran riot in her mind, fierce hissings coming from her nostrils as she acceded to his every thrust and occasionally responded to them by slumbrous movements of her bottom.
At first, Johnson's words did not seep into her, but when they did she sat up with a start while the manservant drew up his breeches.
'What? What do you say of Bella?' she demanded, then receiving a cunning grin.
'I knows as what she's bin up to, begging yer pardon, and it's that Miss Martin as wot put 'er up to it'.
From this remark it will be seen that Johnson's wrath was still up. Rarely had he ever been thwarted with a woman before, and he regarded Miss Martin as a 'right juicy one' whom he would almost have preferred sent to him twice weekly than the Mistress of the household.
'Oh, then some scandal has been put about, I suppose', Letitia replied with a contrived air of casualness that she knew would work better, for that way she would get more truth out of the man.
'Scandal, m'am, is rumours. This is wot I seed with me own eyes', Johnson averred, moving up and down as might one restless with anxiety while Letitia restored her gown and smoothed it down.
'Go on, Johnson. It need go no further than my own ears'.
Well, m'am, I were persuaded-persuaded to act as a spy, like, and by that there governess wot gives 'erself such airs and graces. I didn't want to, but she threatened all manner of things to git me out of 'ere'.
'She has no power to do such, as well you should have known-or perhaps you did not. One may easily become confused in such matters, I give you that', Letitia conceded slyly. There came then a pause while the manservant appeared by his brooding manner to have regretted his outburst, the which did not fool Letitia at all.-'You may be certain, Johnson, that you will be well recompensed for any confidences you divulge. A new suit for walking out, perhaps'.
At that a sly look came over the manservant's face which he kept averted from her as though being upon the brink of an important decision.
'Not being forward, m'am, I'd as soon do to Miss Bella what was done to 'er. Just a couple of times and then I'd be 'appy. She needs covering, m'am, as we say 'ereabouts, and frequently. A sparky nature she 'as, and loves the cock. A few good spermings from me would keep her quiet, as I reckons'.
'That may well be, Johnson. One never knows what one might be given in this world, does one? What was she about that was so naughty? Did you see everything? Tell me now", said Letitia more sharply, and thereafter was-half an hour later-bustling her way in high dudgeon to Easton who upon her appearance cut across her by saying in seeming outrage, 'I say! Dashed if Ralph hasn't taken Kate off to London and left a note to that effect, the cheeky chap!'
'Really? Well, she is well out of things, as I see it, Easton. The girl was never meant for such as you intended, though she may well fall to it now. Miss Martin is to leave the moment she returns. Do you hear me?'
'Wh… what?' asked a startled Easton at this sudden change of subject.
'Miss Martin', repeated Letitia, as if he were deaf, 'Do you know what she has been about? It is all your fault, of course, permitting such loose behaviour in the house', said she with a sublime lack of logic or conscience, as women will.
'Oh, of that I have no doubt. Pray, what has passed?' asked he with heavy sarcasm.
'Nothing that would offend your ears, I am sure', Letitia responded bitingly, though the provenance of her tale put her on weaker ground than she would have wished, for she guessed that Easton would make capital out of it, as indeed he did, though inwardly furious at Miss Martin's machinations.
'Are you not sure, my dear, that you did not excite Johnson to such a pitch that his imagination ran wild?'
'He covers me-as he puts it. That is what you wish, do you not-the thought of it? It excites you, and I know it'.
'Many things have excited us both, Letitia. Come, let us not fall out over this. What Miss Martin's purpose was, I know not'.
'No! She believes herself to be a Queen Spider at the centre of her net. Having had your permission to prepare young girls for pleasure, she believes that she can do what she will'.
'OUR permission, Letitia, for consent on your part was intimated by silence on such things, and well have you benefited therefrom. If we are the progenitors of Bella's lustful ways, must she be punished therefor?' asked Easton hypocritically.
'Sometimes I know not what I am about any more', said Letitia dolefully, whereat-the pair being in the study- Easton took her in his arms, ever fretfully excited by the thought of what she had been doing.
'Have you been well fucked? Did he tell you while he was doing it, Letitia?'
'Pray do not let us speak of it. I was innocent once', Letitia replied with sublime indifference to the truth.
'Did he, my pet?' Easton asked, beginning to gather up her gown at the back until first the tops of her swelling thighs came to his hands and then the naked orb of her noble bottom which felt delightfully warm still from its exercising.
'Yes… if you would have it so', choked Letitia who, by the cupping of his hand under her thrusting rear, was forced up on tiptoe, learning against him. 'He has a big cock', she added as if accusingly.
'Which nourishes and excites you, and that pleases me. My own comes up at the thought of it. Were you on your back?'
'Yes', Letitia replied thickly. Easton had never taken her soon after Johnson, but now the pawing of his hands appeared to indicate that he wished to. Passing his hand beneath the slight bulge of her belly, he found the glutinaceous lips of her cunny which ridged themselves as Letitia found herself again coming on heat.
'Don't, Easton dear, not here', she murmured even while her hand groped to his prick and her fingers fiddled with his buttons to release it.
'Let us do it on the couch, my love', Easton husked, bearing her back.
'Miss Martin is going to leave immediately, is she not?' quavered Letitia who, having freed his member, brought it up to greater stiffness. Being realistic, she had no doubt at all that the cause of his passion was twofold and involved visions of the naughty Bella as much as herself. Borne back swiftly upon the couch with her skirts hip-high and Easton in awkward process of working his trousers down, Letitia spread her legs wantonly and vowed to spite her husband if he asked her any more about Johnson.
'Who? Ah yes, indubitably, forthwith', said Easton whose mind was on more immediate matters. In such a mood as he was in, and feeling some irritation at the untoward departure of Kate, he too intended to act the conqueror. Grinning like a schoolboy, he knelt up on the creaking couch between her extended legs, his balls well-filled and his erection mighty. Stroking her plump cunny, he caused Letitia to gaze up at him with hot eyes, her own sense of annoyance after Johnson's recital diminishing as more sensuous emotions flooded her soul.
In truth, too, the age-old battle of love and hatred was being played-out between them, as both knew. Both challenged, both invited, both desired. Reaching up her hand, she played with his erection teasingly, drawing the taut foreskin up and down and so causing Easton to crinkle up his eyes with pleasure while Letitia gently slewed her bottom back and forth in a lewd manner.
'Did Johnson fuck you well?' Easton asked with a crudity that seemed to become the moment.
Letitia pouted. 'You have girls; I do not have young men'.
Easton's nostrils tightened. He was aware they both were entering into an erotic miasma wherein anything might be said and secrets spilled again. Letitia had never said such a thing before and he wondered whether she meant it or was merely egging him on.
'You… want… to?' he gritted with the increasing itching of his cock where Letitia's fingers moved lightly.
'May I, darling? Say I may. I adore the idea of having two or three pricks in my cunny on the same day. Oh, do it to me-now-now-while we t… t… talk about it'.
'You witch!' Easton gasped, somewhat flabbergasted.
As for Letitia, she praised herself inwardly for having so spited him with that remark vis-a-vis Johnson, and yet at the same time the curdling and sudden desire to do in reality what she had spoken of only in fancy grew a-pace.
'PMFFFF!' came her gasp as Easton settled down suddenly upon her and eased the crest of his charger into her notch which, being well-lubricated, absorbed the whole so that, with her legs raised and placed over the backs of his own, his balls came to rest under her cleft bottom.-'J… Johnson wants to have Bella now', she stammered.
'The nonsense of it-no-but as to yourself my pet, my lovely, I grant you all that you may desire. And you, on your part, will continue to do the same for me, will you not?'
'Oh yes-oh yes-oh yes!' came Letitia's gabbled reply. New gateways to passion appeared to have opened in her heart and she felt mat in respect of her own desires she had unveiled herself at last. Johnson, Bella and all others of her immediate acquaintance were forgotten as she luxuriated not only in the fervent thrustings of her husband's cock but also in the anticipations of others that would now more freely replace it.
Forgotten, too, was Ethel who, closeted in her room, had remained quiet while she read a movingly romantic tale. Having taken no note at first of the sounds from her Papa's study, she became finally more and more conscious of them, and therewith their curious nature. Indeed, she began to wonder whether it was her Mama who by then was uttering such curious noises, the nature of which were not entirely unknown to Ethel.
Slipping off of her bed, therefore, Ethel cast off her slippers and ventured as soundlessly as she could along the passageway where the door of Easton's retiring room stood ajar.
'More! More!' came her Mama's throbbing moan to Ethel's ears.
'How many pricks will you have in this hot cunny of yours, my love?' groaned Easton rhetorically, for such erotic moods as the pair had often sustained never failed to bring him to the very heights of careless passion.
Ethel's cheeks flushed deeply and her mouth grew dry. The couple on the couch being so heavingly occupied, neither heard her soft footfalls nor the faint sound made by Ethel's tentative opening of the door, at which her eyes fell upon what was occurring.
Letitia's bared and stockinged legs were open in a wide vee, her knees drawn up. Easton's trousers were coiled about his ankles. His palms cupped Letitia's churning bottom cheeks in such wise that they were raised a full two inches from the surface of the couch, which posture-common enough in the throes of desire-permitted Ethel to see his well-oiled piston moving back and forth and his balls dangling and slapping as they bounced against her Mama's plump nether cheeks.
Half convinced that she was dreaming-and yet withal most vividly-Ethel mindlessly allowed the door to swing fully open, feeling herself as if transfixed on the threshold. Such words as had been borne to her ears whirled in her mind like leaves in a wild wind.
'Fuck me!' whimpered Letitia.
'As the young men will?' Easton uttered with frenzied excitement.
'YES!' responded Letitia, at which blazing moment she became aware out of the comer of her eye that there was a witness and a listener to all and immediately followed up her impassioned affirmation with an equally heartfelt cry of 'NO!'
'HAAAAR! What?' exploded Easton who was indeed within seconds of so doing in a quite different manner.
'Et… Eth… Ethel! Go a… way!' Letitia moaned, for she too was on the brink of the supreme sensation of coming again and the vision of her daughter floated before her bleared eyes like a dim figure seen in a dusty mirror.
Easton, too, then absorbed the selfsame vision. Whether or not he really intended to contradict his wife in such a bizarre situation or whether the words merely burst without thought from his mouth, cannot be known. His cry of, 'Ethel-come here!' coincided, not without some increased pleasure, in the first impulsive rushing up his embedded stem of his sperm, its thrilling eruption causing Letitia to spill in reply so that her mouth sagged open and she clawed at his back while her eyes blazed in a miasma of helplessness into her daughter's eyes.
'HOOOOF' Ethel gasped. For a second or two she appeared to feel possessed still, having the ability to move neither back nor forth. Then she tottered, half-turned, bumped into the wall and floundered from the room while the enlaced pair quivered in the throes of fulfillment from which none can escape. Their meshed loins quivered. Easton expelled his last jets then lay so heavily upon his wife that she could not stir. Her legs slithered down. She lay inert, her flushed face turned to the wall.
'Not a word or she will hear', muttered Easton.
'I know. What are we to do? Oh, she heard, she heard, I know she heard', whimpered Letitia.
Easton sighed heavily. The last pearls dribbled from his nob within Letitia's clenching maw.
'You must speak to her, my love. Explain to her such fancies as people have when they are… when they are', he concluded lamely, permitting his sheathed cock to tingle pleasantly within still while Letitia-in part pretending to herself that she could not move, anyway-allowed it to remain.
'She will believe what she heard. Oh, I am shamed', Letitia murmured brokenly.
'Nonsense, my love. Do not deny your principles for the sake of a mere moment'.
'You… you… you speak to her then, Easton', uttered Letitia somewhat incautiously while the wet slug of his penis withdrew from her clinging channel and he knelt up again with a certain bravado, dangling it before her eyes.
'Yes, my dear, if it so be. At least dear Ethel has learned something of the human condition', Easton responded philosophically.
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