We shall, with the reader's assent, pass over the next few days during which Kate endeavoured with great wonderment to try and adjust herself to this magical transportation into an entirely new life.
She fretted much at first about her parents and her siblings, and with Mr. Sherwood's kind permission wrote them a note wherein she was tempted to say that she would be back soon. But much as she endeavoured to put in those words so even her generous heart drew back from such a promise. Nor could she say that she would 'visit' them soon, for that would have sounded too grand, and so she contented herself with simple words.
Easton, for his part, was both delighted and surprised to discover that Kate could write. In his experience, so many girls of her class were illiterate. Being much praised for her missive-of which, of course, Easton noted only the address on the folded and sealed paper-Kate explained to him that she had worked on Friday nights for a Jewish couple whose religious laws did not allow them to do so much as light their fire or set their lamps. Being a kindhearted and caring pair, they had taken much trouble to teach her to spell, in addition to giving her fourpence for her pains, and for the lessons rather than the money Kate was ever grateful.
“There are kind people in the world. I trust I may be able to introduce you to many', Easton said upon her recital. He enfolded his arm about her waist as he spoke and, moving his hand cautiously upwards, fondled one of her firm titties, which Kate felt she could scarce refuse him. The sensation was pleasant, for her nipples proved immediately responsive, though she was doubtful that Mr. Sherwood should do such a thing.
At the same time, however, she was conscious of the generosity that was being lavished upon her. Already she had three dresses, which Ethel had worn only once, much frilly underwear, two pairs of boots and one of shoes, and six pairs of fine stockings. Besides that, her wages as 'companion to Ethel' were to be a whole five sovereigns a week- an immense fortune to Kate, and most of which she resolved to save. Cook-being kind to her (and having knowing suspicions of Mr. Sherwood's true intent)-had given her a patterned tin with a lid on in which to keep her money, advising her not to keep it under her bed, where a maid would look, but 'behind the wardrobe, my girl, and that's a good place, for those lazy gels don't dust there'.
For his part, Easton had not attempted Kate as yet beyond rather furtively caressing her breasts and her noble young bottom when held so much promise of resilient bliss, and that through her attire. There was also the point that Letitia was watchful in such matters, there being an unspoken rule between them that any new girl who might help to advance Easton's financial interests might be broken in-but only once by Easton himself.
Such will seem curious to many, but upon thought being given to the matter it will be appreciated that, on Letitia's side, she had no intention of allowing her husband to have a regular harem. Or, at least, not within the purlieus of her own abode. At the same time, he sent her to Johnson whenever he wished, seeing such as her recompense for his own adventures.
As may have been surmised by the thoughtful peruser of this account, Letitia herself was a comely woman who was finely balanced between that which she conceived as 'propriety' and that into which she could be stirred by lascivious thoughts and actions. In this respect, her mind was akin to a seesaw which sometimes came to rest level and at other times swung up or down in favour of amourous pursuits.
In respect of the latter, she was always finally dutiful to Easton, the which he much appreciated. The role of Miss Martin was understood but never directly discussed between them. Easton well suspected that Letitia's breasts and thighs had met Miss Martin's several times in his absence, for he had secretively slipped into both their rooms upon his return and found one or other of the lower sheets of the bed ruffled, though the upper bedclothes had been neatly restored.
As to the part that Johnson played in their strange affairs, Easton said nothing of it directly until Kate had written her note and was, as he deemed, settled. Lying abed with Letitia, who had hopefully removed her nightgown, he caressed her suavely and very slowly in the manner she most liked, sucking upon her nipples and toying lightly amid the rolled lips of her cunny.
'Has he a big cock?' Easton asked, having motives other than Letitia imagined.
'Who?' she asked dreamily and evasively, for her promise to 'tell him' several days before had, as ever, evaporated.
'A long thick juicy one', said Easton in words that he knew would excite her.
'I know not of whom you speak', Letitia averred while sleeking her tongue into his mouth and caressing his extended penis. Her large breasts rolled against his own bared chest, making her nipples bum to his skin.-'Oh, it is naughty-you let him do it to me', she murmured in a contradiction of excitement.
'You needs be furrowed thoroughly, my sweet, just as you were… '
He was about to refer to her wedding day, as both knew, but at that (and much as Easton had hoped), the creaking of a floorboard was heard beyond, whereat he disengaged himself from the beginnings of what Letitia had hoped would be a torrid embrace, and sat up.
'By jove, that was Kate's door wherein someone just entered', he said, for the sound had been followed by another which indeed suggested such.
'Dearest, lie down again with me. No doubt it is Miss Martin, assuring herself that Kate is asleep', Letitia said, pulling upon his arm.
'Or Bella, perhaps', replied Easton with some daring, for he had long wished to inject such a remark into their conversations.
'Bella? Oh, then if it is, it is but to cuddle Kate, I expect', urged Letitia who of deliberation veiled some things from herself.
'A cuddle between naked girls, my dear?' Easton asked, casting himself again upon her palpitating, eager form so that his extended penis thrummed merrily on her soft belly.
'Yeh-ess', whispered Letitia who, in the thrall of the moment and the silence of the night, would not-as Easton well knew-remain entirely unexcited by such a thought.
'Do you think they kiss with tongues while they cuddle?'
'Easton, dear do not. How improper! Oh, put it in! I expect they but murmur, whisper as girls do. You must not say such things of… OOOH!'
Easton had inserted his knob between the puffy lips of Letitia's quim at that moment, causing her to draw both her legs up in desire in order to allow him a more easy and luscious entry into the spongy depths of her honeypot. Indeed, the pulsing weapon slewed smoothly within her welcoming channel and rammed itself to the full the while that Easton pressed upon her shoulders and so held her otherwise immobile in a posture of submission that Letitia thoroughly enjoyed unless-as on some occasions-she played St George and rode up and down upon his prick while he lay supine.
'Be still, woman, and be quiet', hissed Easton in a tone of voice which he knew she would obey, for in marking all women as desirous of being thoroughly submissive at times, Easton was perfectly correct. If not all, then there are few who do not at times enjoy such a game, and play the fretful and awed girl that once they were when put to cock.
Letitia wanted to ask 'What?', but remained dutifully mute. His prick was unmoving in her, and she moved her heavy buttocks hopefully, but still Easton did not stir.
'I must see what is to do', he muttered and to her utmost dismay drew out his already wettened penis from her desiring slot so that Letitia uttered a wailing, 'Oh no!'
'Be still and wait, my pet', responded Easton who was happily aware now that with that teasing entry of his tool, Letitia would commence to toy with herself for sufficiently long to allow him a reasonable absence. She would not rise from the bed in apprehension of what she might see. Such was a little quirk of Letitia's nature that he relied upon. Stirring from the bed and casting on his nightgown, to further and much muted pleading from Letitia, he waved at her dim form disarmingly and slipped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.
In the dim light, all the perceivable bedroom doors were closed and hence he could not be certain whether he would encounter Bella or Miss Martin in Kate's room. The former would be preferable, but she might squeal rather loudly and alarm Kate, to wit, which was what he did not want. The latter-ah-was different. At the worst she would be cool and quiet.
Devious is as devious does, and in the few days since Kate had arrived, Easton had purposefully oiled the knob, the hinges and the lock of her door, as might be said-en passant-that he had with Bella's and Ethel's door, the last-named's being one of afterthought following the unexpectedly enervating spanking she had received.
Thus he was enabled to enter Kate's room soundlessly, his bare feet creating no disturbance upon the carpet. The occupants of the bed were even more busy than on his previous, memorable entry, and from his rapid observation, Kate appeared to more advanced than on that recent occasion, for Miss Martin-delectably naked-was upon her in that position which French people refer to as 'soixante-neuf', or sixty-nine. Her face was buried deep between Kate's thighs while the latter, in equal measure, was receiving the creamy squirming of Miss Martin's honeypot over her mouth.
As soundlessly as he had entered, but realising that each second counted lest there was to be an uproar such as Letitia might not appreciate, Easton glided around to the end of the double bed and, raising his nightgown (which he had donned only for the sake of seeming propriety in front of his wife), rose smoothly upon the bed behind Kate's head and presented his ready corker to the well-poised bottom of Miss Martin.
In a trice, indeed, he parted the noble cheeks of her flawless derriere and offered up his knob to her rimmed nether bole. A muffled gasp escaped her at the lewd contact, but Easton offered her no time to decide upon the matter. A 'GLOB!' of surprise came from Kate who had felt the increased weight on the bed and, by rolling her eyes backwards, could just perceive two trunklike thighs, the dim stem of a swollen penis, and the balls which hung weightily beneath. In the same moment, Easton clamped his left hand upon the nape of Miss Martin's neck and ringed his arm beneath her waist.
A thin, muffled squeal escaped Miss Martin, but no more than that. Despite her latter-day sojourns on the Isle of Lesbos, it was not the first time that her luscious derriere had been put to the cock, though the last occasion had been more than twelve years ago.
After having had her bottom well worked in the quiet confines of a Vicarage during her girlhood, she had vowed never again to receive the 'ruderies' of the male and had absconded, thus leaving the Rev Richard Martin considerably distressed that he could no longer exercise her.
Even so, Miss Martin knew from the extremely impressionable entry of her employer's penis in her cosy anus that there was no help for the situation. By the time she had gathered what wits she had left-and in the warm delirium of sprinkling Kate's lips with her divine effusion-Easton had embedded sufficient of his cock to maintain her stillness. Moreover, being an intuitive woman, she sensed that which Easton himself had given much thought to, which is to say, that Kate were best inducted by the closest possible vision of the pumping of another female. To holler out at such a moment might mean her dismissal, if not by Easton then Letitia-though in the latter's case for quite other reasons.
Truth to tell, Miss Martin also 'suffered' a certain pleasure at the renewal of a fleshy cork in her bottom, and in particular as she was experiencing that which she had certainly not enjoyed in the Vicarage long years before-and this being, of course, the simultaneous lapping of her lovemouth by another attractive female into whose own sticky bush Miss Martin's mouth was buried.
Hence, while the slow realisation came to Kate of where Mr. Sherwood's penis was burying itself, Miss Martin's quim ground even more insistently on her cream-flecked mouth, thus smothering her and keeping her suitably quiet.
With some three inches of stout prick already invading her rimmed hole, Miss Martin dipped her back more, as she had originally been taught to do, and thus presented a perfect 'ball' of a bottom to Easton's endeavours, her pubic curls rubbing all over Kate's nose.
Easton breathed out a cautious but satisfied 'AH!' as he remorselessly and yet not without delicatesse entered his penis fully into the tightly-enclosing channel, whereat Kate naturally felt his balls swinging against her forehead. For a moment indeed-netted by astonishment as she was-her tongue ceased to provide that which Miss Martin most desired.
'Oh, Kate, please-yes!' grimaced Miss Martin whose long-unattended bottom was only just adjusting itself to being so powerfully cleft. Her hips moved fretfully, but Easton-being fully sheathed-kept her so in a rapture of disbelief on his part that he had attained a desired goal. For the rest, however (and one must remark on that gentleman's skill and tact in such a moment), he remained quiet, relying upon Miss Martin to provide the chorus. Indeed, he gave his embedded prick a little jerk as though to encourage her to do so, which hint she by instinct received. Her face slipped upwards a little from between Kate's lax, open thighs, and a moan escaped her. Had it been dissembled-had it been analysed and explained, as it were-one would have had cause to think that it arose in part from pleasure and in equal part from her resentment of that pleasure. That it was a soft cry, and one that outwardly betokened desire, pleased Easton who thereupon commenced working his stout pestle back and forth between her warm, sumptuous cheeks.
Dearly he wished to cry out 'Yes!', but it was for his voluptuous victim to play that part and thus impress upon Kate that naught but ecstasy obtained.
'Oh Kate, your tongue, too!' murmured Miss Martin then in perfect response to Easton's silent wishes. The 'too' was quite perfect, indicating that all three were, or should be, in amourous unison, Easton told himself happily.
'PMFFFF!' Kate spluttered for Miss Martin's lovelips were again grinding her parted lips as purposefully as were the lady's seemingly ardent cheeks into Easton's belly. At each thrust her bottom smacked hard into him, so that Kate could be no other than aware that the lady was receiving a pleasurable due in that region of her shapely form.
'MMMPF!' groaned Easton in soft echoing of Kate's little explosion of breath, thereby underlining, as he hoped, the pleasure that all three were receiving.
'HO! HOOO! Oh YES!' Miss Martin sobbed. Her rear passage had already eased and-again to her faint annoyance-she was enjoying that which she had once persuaded herself that she thought of as a penance, or more primly (given her then youthful years) a worldly sin. Her cunnylips were also now moving suavely back and forth over Kate's mouth and nose, and the sensation was undoubtedly delightful. Squeezing up her eyes and uttering little animal moans, Miss Martin sprayed Kate anew while-by re-using her own agile tongue-she caused the girl to quiver in ecstasy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Miss Martin's round bottom sounded against Easton's hard belly, his cock slewing tightly in and out with the firmest of pumping actions that made her very toes tingle. Becoming possessed despite all her previous feelings about such matters, Miss Martin again raised the upper part of her body, but this time more so, straightening her arms until she was perfectly on all fours.
'Both of you together! HAAAAR-YES!' she gasped, thereby vocally making Kate even mote of an accomplice in the triple act.
'What delirium-what joys! Kate, dear, lick my balls!' croaked Easton who could no longer maintain his silence. Squirming back a little until her face emerged more from beneath Miss Martin's hips, Kate blindly obeyed. With each inward stroke his testicles swung like two round pendulums, but the occasional reaching of her tongue was exquisite.
'OOOH! Come, you brute-come in me!' moaned Miss Martin who regretted the frank outburst, but could no more hold her tongue man could Easton. Nor could he any longer delay the moment of supreme pleasure.
'You divine bitch!' he groaned. Miss Martin jerked forward at that moment, leaving his prick but half encased in her clenching grip, for in that wise she knew she would feel the first energetic spouts more strongly, the which she did. Having expelled them, Easton pressed in more tightly, causing her smooth round bum to rotate pleasurably into his stomach while he continued jetting out his effusion.
'Ah, you have come!' Miss Martin gritted as if in wonder.
'Right up your bottom, my love', rejoiced Easton with that unnecessary expression of the obvious such as rutting males are wont to produce-and, hearing all, Kate could not but feel that she herself had been bereft of the greater pleasure, astounding as the lewd act was to her. A few moments of agonised pleasure then passed as the interlocked pair remained still, savouring the exquisite tinglings and itchings of the aftermath. Then, not without regret, Easton withdrew his long cork and sank back upon his heels with a sigh.
There was much he wanted to say to Miss Martin in that moment, but a momentary exhaustion combined with a certain caution as to Kate's part in the little orgy-not to say also the silent and waiting presence along the corridor of Letitia-caused him to grope his way off the end of the bed and to retire with a fond if incomprehensible murmur to each.
As the bedroom door again closed, Miss Martin rolled off of Kate and lay upon her back with one arm thrown across her arms. Kate, too, lay still, for she had no idea of what she might be supposed to say. Lying reversed to one another as they were, Miss Martin's hand sought and clasped Kate's.
'That was divine, dear-thank you', she murmured, though it was not really Kate to whom her words were directed.
Happily, of course, for Kate, she thought otherwise and hence squeezed Miss Martin's hand in some wonderment.
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