'I have never heard the like! After what that woman has done… ' Letitia began when Easton offered his careful if elaborated account concerning the departed Miss Martin's new scholastic establishment.
In so saying, Letitia glared at Bella-the latter looking as demure as she could while Ethel pursed her lips and appeared to be about to dissolve in tears.
'Really, I do not understand anything at all', Bella declared, for the atmosphere was beginning to encroach upon her and things seemed not half as jolly as they had been at Edwina's.
'You should be the first to, Bella', admonished Letitia, quite forgetting that her niece could not possibly have known that Johnson had witnessed what he had.
'My dear!' interrupted Easton hastily.
'Well? Is it not so?' Letitia replied.
'My dear, Ethel is present', Easton said with a totally false front of propriety.
'I thought you had spoken to her?'
'About that?' Easton asked, raising his eyebrows while Bella and Ethel stared at one another and knew not whether to giggle or not.
'It is all getting very complicated, Easton. Let us discuss it upstairs'.
'Yes, my dear'. And therewith both solemnly advanced upstairs while Ethel and Bella-who now felt utterly conspiratorial by virtue of such intuitiveness as females possess-endeavoured in vain to hear what might be said. That privilege, if such it may be called, was not granted them, though, for Easton and Letitia kept their voices low in a muted argument that to the would-be listeners appeared to be interminable.
'I wish I knew what it was all about, Bella', said Ethel upon their tiptoeing back into the drawing room, having heard not a word.
'So do I', replied Bella glibly, for much as she wanted to tell Ethel all her news, she doubted her cousin's ability to retain such intelligence for long.
'I will inspect the school for myself, Letitia', Easton was saying at that juncture.
'Oh, you, yes, I'm sure you will', Letitia answered, feeling the argument slipping from her.
'Well, then, we both will, my dear. After all, we have rid ourselves of Miss Martin who, I understand, has had to borrow heavily in order to launch her hopes. And is Johnson truly to be believed? A man in rut will say many wild things, Letitia'.
'He was not in rut when he said it', she replied unguardedly, whereat Easton put on a gay laugh and asked, 'Oh, he had already come in you then?' this bringing a blush to his wife's cheeks.
'Really, do we have to talk about such things?' asked she, and Easton taking prompt advantage of this since the question left her more unprotected.
'While Ethel is absent, there will be no untoward interruptions to the little games I have promised you, Letitia', encouraged Easton, putting his arms around Letitia's waist as she turned her back on him.
'You are bribing me', Letitia muttered hanging her head, but uttering a little pleased murmur the while he palmed her heavy tits.
'Not at all, my pet, for there are advantages in such an arrangement for both of us. Have I not told you that? Did we not agree while Ethel all but watched me creaming you?'
'Oh, Easton, don't! Don't remind me of that!'
Even so, Letitia turned slowly in his arms, her bead remaining bowed. Easton waited patiently. There was acquiescence now in the yielding of her form. Finally there came the words he wished to near.
'You may do as you wish, Easton'.
'All is for the best. Let me apprise Ethel, for she is all agog to know'.
'Yes. You will continue to love me, will you not?”
'What a foolish question, my sweet. Besides, Ethel will cherish the company of girls of her own age'.
'I suppose', said Letitia still a little doubtfully. She disengaged herself, this allowing Easton to edge towards the door. A little hastily, she thought, and called out after him, 'I shall come with you to Miss Martin's!'
The deuce of it you will, Easton thought irritatedly, but men comforted himself in the knowledge that after one or two visits-when Miss Martin would undoubtedly assure the utmost propriety-Letitia would soon grow tired of doing so and would prefer the consolations she had been promised.
It was therefore with a gayer heart that he was able to convey to Ethel the news that she sought, this producing in the excited Miss such a reaction of pleasure that she jumped up and cast her arms about his neck. Hugging her to him in a scene of paternal affection such as is often innocently displayed, Easton found himself gazing at Bella whose seated posture was one of amusement and interest.
So much so, in fact, that Easton could almost swear that she actually winked at him.
'Tell your Mama how happy you are. She will be much comforted to hear it', uttered Easton who was well aware mat such would produce an interval of at least ten minutes during which he would be alone with Bella.
'Oh yes! You will take me, Papa, will you not, the first few rimes', Ethel wheedled.
'Indubitably, my dear, and your Mama is coming as well', Easton added to her faint disappointment, at which he patted her bottom prior to her skipping out of the room.
With the door closed, Bella continued to loll back and remained unmoving as Easton accomodated himself beside her on the couch. Inwardly her heart pounded much, but the tuition she had received at Edwina's and Caroline's hands now stood her well in such encounters.
'You have been naughty, I believe, Bella', said Easton, passing one hand around the back of her neck and tickling it affectionately.
'Have I?' responded she with what she deemed to be an air of mystery. Her facade broke for a moment, however, with the sudden sweeping of Easton's free hand up beneath her skirts. Unhesitatingly it groped her thighs, her ringing stocking tops and-forcing her not too reluctant legs apart- found her furry notch.-'It's n… naughty', stammered she, letting her head sink further back into a cushion.
'Open your legs more, Bella', commanded Easton.
'No! OH!' then came her squeal-though satisfactorily much suppressed. Moving the hand that had caressed her neck, Easton transferred it to her forehead and thus kept her mourn tilted up to his, levering her legs apart until they hung lax. Feeling his finger part her rolled lovelips, sweeping upwards to her spot which it delicately caressed, Bella gritted her teeth, pressed her hands momentarily against his shoulders in a feeble display of endeavouring to fend him off, and then whispered, 'It is you who made me naughty'.
'Be quiet, girl', murmured Easton, increasing the rotation of his fingertip around her perky clitoris until her hips began jerking in an agitated fashion. His mouth descended on hers, causing her juicy upper lip to roll back. A tremulous touching of their tongues ensued while Bella sighed into his mouth.
“They'll come down', she whispered, feeling well enough through their clothes the rising hardness of his cock as he lay half upon her. A muted 'OHE-WER!' escaped her with the gradual drawing up of her skirts until the ivory columns of her thighs were exposed and therewith the plump pouting of her muff. Her mouth open wide, Bella absorbed his tongue nevertheless and rolled her own wet one about it, though deliberately abstaining from feeling for his prick as Easton desired her to.
'I said, be quiet, Bella', he instructed, having an identical awareness that time was not on his side.
The oiliness of her slit was increasing with every stroke of his finger. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, her breathing came faster. The little urging movements of her hips became the more impetuous. Her tongue blindly lapped his own until Easton knew that the ultimate moment of desire was almost upon her. Unbuttoning himself swiftly, he drew her warm palm around the throbbing stem of his manhood, the which Bella clasped with an enthusiasm he had never known before in her.
'Turn over now', Easton grunted, half rising from her.
'What doing? What are you doing?' moaned she, offering but the mildest of resistance upon being rolled on to her belly and thus exposing her glossy bottom to his eyes.
'Will you not be quiet, Miss?'
“They'll come down-they'll see us', Bella whimpered while allowing her hips to be raised, and Easton putting one knee up on to the seat of the sofa behind her.
An 'awkward' position is often the more stirring for being so, and Easton rediscovered this as, placing one hand in the small of her back-and remarking to himself how well Bella now bulbed up her derriere-he guided the glowing helmet of his pego into her warm, moist slot, this causing Bella to utter a soft 'OOOH-WOOOH!' which was compounded mainly of pleasure.
Clasping then her hips, Easton screwed his eyes up within the compass of sensations akin to his niece's own and sheathed himself between the spongy walls of her nest as slowly as the illicit circumstances permitted. With a grunt on his part and a moan from Bella, he rooted himself to the full and allowed his balls to dangle under her dark curls.
'There now, is it not nice?' he asked in the manner of one demonstrating something of infinitely greater innocence.
'Yeh-hess', came from Bella whose bottom wriggled a little and then was still, its two warm, bulging halves pressed into his belly.
'I should have fucked you when you were fifteen', murmured Easton almost soulfully.
'Mmmmm… ' came encouragingly from the cushion into which Bella's face was pressed.
'As I am fucking you now, Bella'.
Ah, the magic conjunction of words and deeds, Easton told himself in that stolen moment. His head hung back, his own eyes half closed. Withdrawing half of his steaming tool, he held it so and then caused it to re-enter her sheath and her firmly-fleshed buttocks therewith to slap satisfyingly against him.
'Oh, yes!' Bella whined, though whether in reply to his remarks or his motions mattered not. Vaguely, faintly, he felt the slightly-stinging spattering of her first joyous release of liquid pleasure around his cock and balls, and thereupon began to pump her in earnest while Bella sobbed her sensual enjoyment sometimes coherently and sometimes not.
'My love, my pet, my dove, give it to me!' Easton gurgled as men are wont to do even in the course of receiving it.
'F… f… f…!' stuttered Bella, churning her hips responsively.
'What? Eh? Say it, my love. Ah, what a cunt you have', Easton groaned encouragingly.
'Fu… fu… tuck me!' choked Bella for whom time all but stood still, as indeed it did for her uncle. SLAP-SMACK! her bottom sounded in its bouncing to his stomach, but even through that joyous miasma Easton had to force himself to remember that Ethel or Letitia-or indeed both-might descend at any moment.
'I am… am… c… coming in you, B… Bella!'
'OOOOH!' came her gurgled response. Their hips threshed the more. Her cunny, filled with every inward stroke by his cock, felt its wilder throbbing. Raising her head and dipping her back as Edwina had tutored her to do in such moments of delicious crisis, Bella stilled her own hips and then so employed her newly-learned nutcracker squeeze that her uncle's prick was gripped as in a powerful but cushioning vise while he was yet half-embedded, in mid-stroke.
'B… b… bitch!' Easton's voice rang softly, for he had not counted on such expertise in her as yet.
'Grip them halfway in and you will feel the jets better, Bella', Edwina had advised her. And Bella now did. The first powerful shoot spattered and bubbled against the gripping walls of her nest, and the next, and the next until an unmoving Easton expended his last more feeble urgings which pulsed out in thick droplets, producing from him a shuddering sigh.
Moments later, her dress adjusted and Easton suitably buttoned up once more, the pair separated themselves and relaxed at each end of the couch, their heads back, ears alert for sounds from above that fortunately had not come as yet.
'Perfect! Oh, perfect!' Easton uttered dreamily while Bella bit her lip with pleasure at the accolade. But then, as if the better to adjust themselves to the new moment-and as if indeed in preparation for an interruption-Bella ventured, 'Ethel will learn more with Miss Martin, I suppose'.
Easton opened the eyes he had laxedly closed. The room swam back into his view. Bella was flushed, but otherwise looked exactly as Letitia had left her. Her hair, being tightly pinned, was fortunately not disturbed.
'Yes-as you have done, perhaps', he murmured, enveloped still in the rapture of their passionate coupling.
'Oh! That is naughty!' responded she with a giggle which she immediately suppressed with an upward movement of her hand. Caution was no longer in order with her uncle, as it seemed to her, and besides she sensed that in some extraordinary and unknown way he knew much more than he had hinted at so far.
'Yes', Easton replied simply. His hand reached for her own, clasped it. He played with her fingers. In such moments men tend to be more carelessly romantic than they would otherwise be. Aware of such, Easton nevertheless spoiled himself. In default of the presence of Miss Martin, that of his voluptuous and now very much more satisfactory niece would extend considerable advantages.
'You do not mean it to be, do you?' Bella asked wheedlingly, her smoother fingertips moving back and forth against his own.
'One must learn what one must learn-must one not, Bella?'
Drawing her across to him so that her body slumped, he kissed her juicy lips anew, albeit that in cautious feminine fashion she soon eluded the embrace and moved back again, shaking her head and putting her finger to her lips. Even so, her eyes sparkled quite naughtily, causing Easton to remark to himself-in age-old fashion-that in some matters young females appear to possess greater tact and wisdom than males of twice their age.
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