While the mind of Easton turned upon his pleasures and his frustrations-not to say also the irritating (though timely) interruption he had suffered from Miss Martin, the latter was continuing to make the most of her position in the household.
For the post of a governess comes close to that of being a companion, which is to say that in a kindly household, both are above the station of a servant and yet still a measurable margin below that of their employers with whom, however, they may enjoy a greater intimacy of mind occasionally, if not also of body.
Having long inveigled herself into both realms, Miss Martin now sought opportunities to enlarge upon them, and found therein a seemingly unlikely ally in Johnson whom she knew was not so much attracted to her as that he liked to bury his doughty penis in whatever part of a female anatomy came his way.
That evening then found her in his room, much to his flustered surprise for, as much as he yearned for it, he had had until then little opportunity to engage himself with her closely.
'You could do with a better room than this, Johnson', she began beguilingly, casting a somewhat supercilious glance around the various articles of once-discarded furniture while raising her skirts slightly so that he might at least take a view of her trim ankles.
'That I could, Miss. A bit more comfort would please me no end, but I see no way to it.'
'Oh, there are ways', she replied vaguely, and then- putting on a tone of voice best described as schoolmistressy (and which sometimes caused Easton himself to quail a little)-she went on, 'Pray do sit, Johnson, and I will accommodate myself on the arm of your chair'.
“That I will, Miss. Settle your bottom close to me, will yer?' he asked with a hopeful leer.
'Tut tut, do you address the Mistress so?' Miss Martin asked slyly while seating herself closer to him than she had ever been before so that her curving hip nudged his arm.
“The Mistress?' asked Johnson in apparent surprise. He made to raise his nearest hand to place it on Miss Martin's thigh, but was immediately rebuffed.
'Come, come Johnson, I am not such a fool as to be unaware that she visits this abode of yours occasionally. Once a week, is it, or more than once? No do NOT touch me or I shall make immediate claim that you have assaulted me, which would be to nobody's liking, as I feel sure you understand. Things must not be upset, must they? Where was I now?'
'Asking of me about the Mistress was what you were a-doing', replied the manservant gruffly.
'Indeed, I was, and if you behave in the manner I expect, I may pleasure you, too. In my own way, of course. Let your hands remain idle, or I shall otherwise scream and cause a perfect commotion', continued Miss Martin running her fingers over his trouser flap and then beginning to unfasten it while Johnson's face grew flushed with pleasure.
'A st… st… strange one, you are, Miss', he groaned while nimble digits brought his weighty and half-limp penis to light. His hands moved and made to rise, but at a shaking of her head, which was accompanied by a quite severe look in her eyes, they fell once more. Therewith, too, a hiss of excitement came from his nostrils as the thick worm of flesh which lay upon her soothing palm commenced to grow beneath Miss Martin's eyes.
'I may be or I may not. I dearly wish to see this mighty engine of yours erupt, Johnson, for then I shall know better what I yet know little of.
'What… what's that, M… Miss', he gritted the while that her ever-moving, warm hand suavely persuaded his penis to double in length and girth, coaxed upright and eager as it then became.-'Gawd, I'd love to feel yer tits and yer bum', he groaned.
'As you do the Mistress's? Come, answer, for I have told you otherwise that my cries will bring the house down'.
'P'raps I does', her new conquest groaned, being once again unable to prevent himself from saying, 'Let's git my hand under yer arse at least'.
'As you do hers?' Miss Martin insisted, rubbing his erection gently.
'I… I… I… yes! Per gawd's sake don't tell anyone as what I said it, though', came from Johnson, working his buttocks back and forward while a purplish tinge of eagerness showed in his face.
'It shall be our secret. Of that I assure you. My goodness, how it pulses! What a throbber you have!'
'I begs you, Miss, just let me…”
'NO, Johnson. Such is not my way. I am no loose woman, nor one to be put upon. And Miss Bella-do you see to her as well? Have her drawers come down for your corker just as the Mistress's do?'
'N… n… not yet, Miss, but I 'as… '
'Hopes? Be good, and they may yet be fulfilled. I have a certain influence with the young lady in question, though you may have to bide your time. Deliciously ripe she now is, do you not think? Do you not?' insisted Miss Martin whose free hand engaged itself strongly in his thick hair, causing his head to be forced back.
'What a fair tease you are-I never knew the like of it', Johnson hissed.-'Go on, Miss, rub faster now and I'll come'.
'You will come, Johnson, when I say so. Pray listen carefully. Miss Bella-whom I do promise you shall endow with this great prick of yours-has certain friends of whom I wish to know more. She went riding with them this morning and will do so again the day after tomorrow. You will follow her at such a distance as will be discreet. Disguise yourself if need be. I wish to know what occurs. There will be several sovereigns in it for you, Johnson, as well as the promise of her nest to sperm. Well?'
'HAAAAR, Miss! Oh gawd, I can't 'old it back, Miss! Let go of me hair, do-it 'urts! Yes, if you say so, and keeps yer promise as I knows yer will'.
'Come then, you brute! How do you have the Mistress, eh? On her back, on her belly, or bottom up?'
'B…b…bottom… GAAAAW!' croaked Johnson. His legs thrust forward, stiffening. His thick lips showed their strains of lust. Snatching her hand away to a howl of despair from him, Miss Martin stood up and folded her arms, gazing down at him dispassionately while his thrumming tool spouted its gruelly, powerful jets, his hands clawing at the arms of the chair while his hips shuddered and soft moans mingled with sighs.
Five considerable and powerful jets Miss Martin observed with satisfaction before the arcing of his sperm became weaker, reaching only several inches over the swollen, shiny crest before even they resolved into weaker bubblings. Delicately wiping her hands together as though in some wise they had been soiled by the disruption, Miss Martin then turned towards the door while Johnson hung his head back weakly.
'You will do as I say and you will report to me. There are penalties and there are rewards. It is for you to choose, Johnson', Miss Martin said quietly.
An assenting moan came from the manservant as he watched her retreat. The devil of it, no woman had ever got the better of him before. Even so, it was a real turnup, this, a bit of a lark and all. Thus, two days later-and upon the excuse to Letitia that he had to visit the doctor- Johnson took horse and secreted himself behind the barn where he was able to watch out for the arrival of Bella's newfound friends and the subsequent departure of the trio, he following well behind them across the fields.
Of Bella's acquaintances, Caroline and Jonathan, it must be said that they-newlyweds this past three months- dwelt pro tern in the household of Caroline's mother, Edwina, and with results that the erstwhile innocent young husband had never counted upon. For Edwina had become a widow a year before, when Caroline was but twenty-two, and found her bed as lonely as any lively female might, as she had at first tactfully (and with a few theatrical tears) conveyed to her daughter.
'I do not wish you to feel lonely, Mama. Jonathan and I will both be here to comfort you', Caroline had said.
'Ah yes, my pet, but how pleasant it would now be to live life to the full', her parent had replied, making thereby oblique reference to the somewhat stringent routines they had been forced to follow under the prim guidance of her late husband.
'Indeed', Caroline had echoed with a sigh, for she perceived then that her Mama had something special to say and which needed to be approached delicately at first. For there were two circumstances of which Caroline could not but be aware. The first was that her Mama frequently cast soulful looks at the hopefully virile Jonathan who was not unflattered by her attentions and found a certain excitement in the voluptuous presence of the lady who had preserved both her figure and her late husband's wealth with equal care.
On the other hand, there was the ever more frequent attendance upon Edwina and her daughter of Colonel Stamp-ton-a one-time friend of the deceased-whose manner towards Caroline was at one moment quasi-paternal and, at another, flirtatious. He it was-as well as Jonathan-to whom Edwina referred during her curious conversation with Caroline when she said, 'It becomes us to do our duty towards the males who are protective of us, dear, and who will be immediately about us. Indeed, the more we perform our duties, the more protective they will become. Do you understand, Caroline?'
'Yes, I believe so, Mama', her comely daughter had replied, for Caroline was not quite the innocent that Jonathan believed her to be and this Edwina not only knew but had encouraged.
In the most timely way, this conversation was then interrupted (or, it might be said, was forwarded) by the arrival of the Colonel who was delighted to find them together and alone, and so much so that upon entering the drawing room he clasped both their waists and drew them to him, one on either side of his manly figure.
'How then are my two angels?' he had asked, to titters from both. So speaking, he had dropped both hands from their hips and passed his palms around their bottoms, of which each became aware and blushed a little.
'We are well, dear', answered Edwina, much as she might have spoken to her late husband, though the Colonel was the better-looking and some five years younger than her former bed-companion had been.
'Let us rejoice for such, then, with a kiss', replied he boldly, keeping his fingers well under their bottoms so that neither moved while Edwina-being the first to turn her face fully to his-received his lips upon her own and brought them to linger there while Caroline knew not where to look. For long seconds she heard the movements of their mouths which presaged rather more than a casual caress of greeting, and then her own warm, moist lips were captured in turn while her nether cheeks continued to bulb into the encouraging palm that moved sensuously over the silky surfaces to be felt beneath her gown.
Whether Caroline parted her lips of a purpose will never be known. Certain it is that a meeting of tongues occurred which caused her head to swim, for she had never been in a position of naughtiness when anyone else was present save for her immediate partner, and the fact that it was her own Mama-whose bottom continued to be freely fondled- added to her inherent excitement.
'What exquisite lips!' ventured the Colonel when the rather prolonged kiss came to an end, he adding hastily, 'Which is to say, my dears, that you both have. What a pretty game it is to play-and, by jove, I know several such'.
'The servants, though, dear', interjected Edwina who was trembling a little at this audacious realisation of her plans.
'Of course, Edwina-we must not be indiscreet. Better perhaps that we retire upstairs?' the Colonel asked, though putting the question in such a manner as is called rhetorical, so that the pair found themselves being guided into the hall in a jocular but firm manner, and there taking the stairs towards Edwina's boudoir.
'Oh, Mama, what are we at?' Caroline endeavoured to whisper while the door to that luxurious (and somewhat over-furnished) abode was being closed.
'Why, have you not heard of triple kissing?' asked the Colonel, as if it were the latest thing being talked about in rural Society.-'In India, it is much done", he continued, persuading the two towards the bed where, biting their lips and finding themselves much more self-conscious in each other's company, they behaved momentarily as two uncertain schoolgirls, being so manoeuvred by the Colonel's guiding hands that they finally sat on the side of the bed with a foot of space between them.
'Wh… what is done in India?' asked Edwina, as much to find something to say as anything.
Before replying, the Colonel divested himself of his coat and waistcoat, and removed his tie while Caroline stared nervously into her hands which were neatly placed together in her lap. Something very wicked was about to occur, she knew, and she felt quite breathless.
'The training of young girls, m'dear-those whose divine young figures are becoming fruitful and hence are ready to be inducted into the pleasures of life. Their ayah-which is to say, their female nurse and companion all in one-is reputed to bring them to a condition of such warm acquiescence that they cannot finally refuse the mastering cock'.
'Oh, really!' exclaimed Edwina in apparent dismay, though her eyes twinkled and encouraged the Colonel to advance towards them.
'A spade being a spade, Edwina, how else can a chap put it, eh?-It is done thus. Lie back, my dears and clasp your hands together above your heads. You must promise not to move them at all until you are so bidden'.
'Oh, Mama!' had come then from Caroline who with apparent reluctance, and while receiving an assenting murmur from that lady, obeyed in concert with her so that the two stared up in some surmise at the brooding and somewhat authoritarian figure who brooded over them so closely mat his knees touched their own.
“The girls' eyes are covered thus', said then the Colonel, producing from his trouser pocket two black cloths which he folded and laid gently over the eyes of the pair, making of them two blindfolds which he tied at the backs of their heads.
'We cannot see!' uttered Edwina in a monumental expression of the obvious.
'It is felt best that young ladies who have not yet been put to their trials should not, during the initial stages of drill, that is. They are persuaded by their ayah that it is but a delightful game, which indeed you will soon know it to be. Now, move apart a trifle more-a matter of inches, my dears-that I might accommodate myself between you. In order to balance myself, I shall-as does the ayah-place a hand up beneath your skirts to take gentle purchase on your thighs. Legs apart, please!'
'Oooh-wah!' uttered Caroline as the said deed was performed, she feeling, as did Edwina, the insidious caressing of the Colonel's fingers above her stocking tops where the creamy flesh of her thighs expanded.
Positioning himself thus, face down, he sternly urged the legs of both apart more, their knees already being uncovered by the upsweeping of their skirts. Both swallowed and ran their tongues over their lips. The large bed squeaked a little and then was quiet again. Three faces were together, with two all agog.
Turn your faces towards mine more and extend your tongues. We are going to essay a triple kiss. In the hill stations, where many a young girl is thus nurtured into blissful pleasures, it is called butterflying, for the tongues act so when coming together', said the Colonel helpfully while Caroline and her Mama delicately extended the pink, moist stamens of their tongues to meet his own and, indeed, in their ceilings, to meet each other's.
An irrepressible quiver of delight ran through all three as thus a triple caress obtained while the inner surfaces of the females' thighs languidly accepted the titillating idling of the Colonel's fingers. Both becoming aware that the said digits were insinuating themselves further upwards, inch by inch, neither could suppress their rising senses of excitement. Edwina, indeed, moved her bottom impatiently to bring the surreptitious caress closer to the split in her drawers. Caroline, being adorned in that intimate region by more conventional drawers (or whatever adjective a young lady of fashion might put upon them nowadays), felt the Colonel's fingers finally sweep under and around the furred, pubic mound which the thin cotton of her knickers clearly delineated.
At that a hissing of breath issued itself through her nostrils the while that their three tongues twirled and swam about one another much like swaying fronds in a pond, their movements quickening as passion showed its face.
By then, the Colonel's right forefinger had already sought and found the erected button of Edwina's clitoris, which caused her bottom cheeks to squirm with delight. As for Caroline, an oily mist seeping through her drawers on to the tip of an equally-enquiring digit, betokened well enough her state of arousal.
'It is not needful for the girls to know whose cock they are first taking once their tongues are avid, their legs open and their cunnies moist', murmured the Colonel while three mouths endeavoured to squeeze ever closer together and the hips of both Edwina and her daughter squirmed petulantly.
'Tell us!' husked Edwina passionately.
'At parties also, my dears, you will be pleased to know that this sport is much sought after. There, two chosen ladies are placed upon their backs on a stout table and treated precisely as you are being while a Mistress of Ceremonies first brings their cunnies to bubble.
'Haaar! Indeed! Go on!' Edwina begged while all the while the most succulent of sounds came from their three mouths.
'Why, my pet, as soon as they are brought to fruition- and while they remain so lying-two gentlemen put their cocks to them and fuck them royally, no matter who they may be, for straws are drawn for such and no one will say nay. Wives do not hinder their husbands in this, for all the ladies eventually take their turn. There is much sperming and frothing of warm slits, as I trust shall be the case with my two angels.'
'PMFFFF!' spluttered Caroline at this. She could hardly prevent herself from clutching haplessly at both, in her excitement, but kept her hands dutifully clasped, thereby enduring a form of self-control which she found added salt to the lubricious words and acts.
'We only have you, my sweet', murmured Edwina to the Colonel, sweeping her long tongue around his and Caroline's.
'Soon there will be another', responded he, having come to this conclusion already with Edwina, unknown to Caroline who, at that, found her wrists being clasped by her mother's hands the while that the Colonel rose, slid his hands beneath the young woman's hot, round bottom, and drew her nether garment down, working the legs rapidly off her feet while a flushed Caroline squirmed and gasped.
'Soon, yes', echoed Edwina who then rolled upon her hip towards her daughter, asking her, 'Will there not be?' and this while hearing such small sounds as betokened the fact that the Colonel's trousers were being unbuttoned.
Indeed, this latter process took so little time that the gasp which came from Caroline's pretty mouth as he brought himself down between her open, bared legs was a thoroughly wholehearted one, followed by the cry of, 'Oh, Mama!'
'What? What? I cannot see!' responded the lady who had cause then to grip Caroline's wrists more tightly as the rolled lips of her daughter's honeypot were delicately parted to admit the entry of a huge plum of flesh.
'HOOO-WAAAAH!' Caroline gasped. As has been inferred, she had already entertained the cocks of several gentlemen in her young career, though none bigger than the impressive corker that was then parting the spongy walls of her vagina to delve within the mysterious depths.-'He is… he is… he is…!' she gargled.
'What? What is he doing?' asked the artful Edwina who heard more whimpers as the Colonel undid her daughter's corsage and exposed to his waiting lips the erect buds that flourished their brown, thorn-like tips on her snowy gourds.
'MA-MA-MA! He is… GOOOOO!' sobbed Caroline, receiving in one further inward stroke the whole length of the manly penis which found itself clutched and clenched in the velvety depths of her cave while his balls pressed demandingly under the bulge of her bottom.
Having thus achieved full penetration of Caroline's exquisite person at last, the Colonel contented himself with resting for a moment, while being careful not to lay his whole weight upon her.
'When… when she is married then Jonathan may serve you both also, I trust', he gritted to Edwina whose face blindly sought his own while their tongues exchanged silent greetings.
'My dear! Oh yes! That is-I do trust-if our little pet will agree', uttered Edwina with well-crafted hypocrisy while passionate hissing sounds came from Caroline's nostrils.
'My prick is up her, my dear; I believe she will. My goodness, what a luscious tight cunt she has!'
'Oho, Mama, don't 1… 1… look! Oh, he is… AH! Oh, stop! No, don't! No-yes!' Caroline babbled all in one breath.
'I cannot SEE, dear, I cannot! Oh, is it nice? Oh, you naughty things! You will let Jonathan do it to me now, I know you will'.
'Edwina, cup her face between your hands and suck her tongue. I wish to see-just as we did in In… In… India!' the Colonel blurted (truthfully enough, it must be said).- Open your legs more, Caroline, and draw them up about my waist', he barked. 'Do what I say! You will not spurn the future pleasures you'll receive. Come, girl, for you are being well and truly fucked. Get them right open now and raise them high'.
'Yes, darling, do, and I will do the same with Jonathan. Say yes!'
'Mer-Mer… MA-MA!' sobbed Caroline. The Colonel's cock slewed in and out of her. Her tongue leapt in-between Edwina's lips, there to be sweetly sucked upon.
'He is fee… fee… feeling my bottom, Caroline, and- oooh!-he has his f… f… finger up. Ooooh-hooo, let Jonathan do the same with me', husked Edwina whose insistence on the matter would not fray.
Caroline was spraying then, her head a-whirl, the Colonel's throbber pulsing in her nest, the fleshy stem all dewy with her come.
'Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!' she choked.
'Good girl! We all four will be better for the sport', the Colonel growled. His race was nearly run, and Caroline was fully broken-in then by his lights. Her stockinged legs were crossed around his waist. Their clenching was demanding; rightly so, thought he, and fell full on her, took her mouth, drove in his tongue and then expelled his leaping load of come that splashed her nest with pure delight while Edwina crossed a leg over the pair and huddled into them the while they moaned.
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