Date: Wed, 29 May 2019 00:03:10 +0200 (CEST)
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Subject: Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or ?They All Do It.? (Victorian underground erotica;  with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [02/05]

Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or `They All Do It.' (Victorian underground erotica;
with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [02/05]



I was listening to this tale with delight, one finger in my little
cunny and one hand on Mr. William's shaft, now fully restored
to hard glory.

'Let us fuck once more, sweet Beatrice,' said he to me. 'Then we
must make our way back to the Hall. And I will tell you the rest
of this story another time.'

Nothing loth, I stooped my head to his lovely cock, taking the
fine purple head between my lips. Once I had thoroughly wetted
the shaft with my spittle, I had him lie down and climbed atop
his raging pego. Holding its head to my slit, I eased down on
him. Oh! The feeling of a cock filling my cunny, what better
sensation is there? Once again he put a finger to my arsehole,
adding to my stimulation. I should say that he did later wish to
bugger me, and I had every inclination to let him; but I was too
tight there and the pain was so great that he desisted. Indeed it
was not until some years later, my wedding night with Crim-Con,
that I first received a cock in my nether hole. You shall read
about that glorious debauch later in this memoir, my dear Walter.

As I rode the delighted butler our passions and cries of ecstasy
rose; I nipped him most deliciously with my cunny and it did not
take long for the inevitable end. Hot spurts of semen erupted into
my willing vagina, and I spent too. I fell forward on his chest,
breathless and satisfied.

Once we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Mr. William
suggested I take a dip in the lake, for it would not do to return
with the signs of passion about me. I told him I would do so, and
that I needed to make water so he should not look at me.

'Indeed I will look at you, dear Beatrice, for seeing a girl piss is a
delight to a man,' said he. Notwithstanding the abandon of our
glorious fuck and all that I had seen and experienced, I had never
made water in front of another. Willie had to cajole me, but after
I all loved him so well I could not help but want to please him.

'Very well then, I will do it here and you may watch' I told him.
I squatted and closed my eyes, willing the flow to start. It was not
easy, pissing in front of another, but after a few moments the
flow started. Willie lay down close to my spouting cunny,
evident delight in his eyes. He even took the empty champagne
glass I had been drinking from and placed it under the dwindling
flow. He not only then licked the drops of piss up from my
cunny but also drank the piss in the glass! I was astonished at the
time but in the years since then I have often indulged in such
pleasures, both pissing on lovers of either sex and being pissed
on in return. Indeed, later on, when I had maids of my own
(Patty and Annie, of whom you will hear more anon) our hottest
frolics would sometimes end with me directing the girls to empty
their bladders all over me. How I loved to drink their piss,
gurgling fresh from their little cunnies. And of course there was
nothing for it but that they must drink my hot urine in return.
But as a little girl of thirteen, I knew nothing of these revels and I
wondered greatly at Mr. William's strange penchant.

'Sweeter than champagne and more intoxicating too,' said
William to me, kissing me heatedly so that I could taste my own
urine in his mouth (a taste I did not altogether like, I confess).
'And how delightful to see the water streaming from your little
notch! Now, do you go and wash, and dress, and I shall row you
back.'

I did as instructed and then we walked back to the boat together,
Mr. William once again handing me formally into the boat and
rowing gently back to the house. As we approached the main
door, Mrs. Marchmont appeared and said, 'Ah, Mr. William, I
am just looking for you to go over some household accounts.
Beatrice, you will find Alice at the piano in the conservatory.'

Keeping up appearances, I politely thanked Mr. William for his
time and off I went to find Alice.

Alice was of course all aflame to know what had transpired with
the butler, and you may be sure I took great pleasure in telling
her every salacious detail. But I did not tell her Willie's story of
her father's debauchery, having some scruples that it might be
betrayal of a confidence. Nor did I mention the butler's
speculations regarding her brother, though the idea of seeing
them engaged in coition was certainly most stimulating to me.
But in my heated mind I was already calculating strategies to use
on Frederick so that he should make the attempt on his sister.

Guests came to the hall that evening so there was no chance for
further frolics; but perhaps that was for the best, for too much of
any joy leads inevitably to satiety.

Then next morning I woke bright and early, and it occurred to
me to repeat Alice's little adventure of peeping on Willie in his
pantry. No sooner thought than put in action and before long I
was ensconced in the dusty, disused passage. Events unfolded as
Alice had told me, yet I felt with greater passion since it had been
a long time since William and Lucy had enjoyed each other. How
sweetly her cunny pouted as Mr. William's noble pego plunged
in and out of her.  Though I had myself enjoyed both actors, I
have always felt there is something exciting in spying on the act
of love, no matter how familiar those spied on may be. 'There,
now, Lucy' said the butler after he had finished. 'Is that not as
good as when Master Frederick ploughs your furrow for you?'

LUCY - (feigning anger) 'How dare you insult me in that way
Sir! Had I known you would be so rude I would not have let him
into the grotto!' And with that she marched out of the pantry.

My lust provoked by this sight, I must have more. I had been
given a room next to Alice's, and there was a door adjoining the
two. I had already taken a peep thought its keyhole, but it had
been filled in. I had a few hours to spare and I used them wisely.
I went into the groundkeeper's hut and found a bradawl, and
used it to clean out the keyhole. Then, since Alice was at the
piano once more, I darted into her room to clean up any telltale
detritus from my operations. Kneeling to see the results of my
work, I was rewarded with a clear view into her bedchamber.

Frederick arrived later than morning, the carriage rolling up to
the front door and Old Adam bringing the horses to a halt. After
exchanging greetings with his parents and hugging his sister, he
turned to me and, with a formal bow kissed my extended hand.
'Miss Beatrice, how pleasant to meet you once again,' he said.

 Only the growing bulge in his breeches gave away the fact that
we were anything more than acquaintances. But the glance that
passed from Alice to me left me in no doubt that she had
observed the fact.

I will pass over the activities of that day, for it is the night that is
most vivid in my mind. Frederick and I danced several times in
the evening, and as we did he whispered in my ear 'My sweet
Beatrice, may I come to your room tonight? I have been longing
for a taste of your cunny since Christmas, and holding you now I
am so stiff I could burst out of my breeches.' And indeed I had
felt his stiff cock pressing against me several times as we danced.

'If you can manage it with your Mama and Papa home, you may
of course have me, dear Fred,' I said. 'But can you? What if we
are found out? And will not Lucy be expecting you?'

'Trust me to manage my parents, dear Beatrice,' he replied with
confidence. 'I spent many a night in Lucy's bed without their
ever noticing. And I think Mr. William has a fancy to occupy her
this evening.'

Pressing close to me, he let me feel his youthful cock, stiff and
proud in his breeches. Seeing that I was unobserved, I gave the
noble weapon a fond squeeze, provoking him to further stiffness.
'Be careful what you are about, dear Beatrice' he said, 'else you
will make me spend.'

'Let us not draw attention by dancing together too long, my
dear,' said I to him. 'You have not danced with Alice yet, take a
turn with her.' Of course I was playing the fox here, for I wanted
her to feel his rampageous pego against her to better stoke her
incestuous desire for him. And indeed as they danced I could see
him pressed against her and a delightful flush of pleasure spread
across her face, her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling.
Frederick had his arm around her back to guide her steps and
when he thought he was unobserved I saw his hand drop lower
to squeeze Alice's lovely bottom. Ah, it fired me to imagine them
in each other's arms, coupled in a frenzy of incestuous passion,
brother and sister!

I was naturally anxious for the end of the evening to arrive so
that I could repair to my bed. Alice and I went up some time
before the others, as was appropriate. I gave her a long and
loving kiss goodnight, pressing my cunny to hers. 'We cannot
play tonight, my dear,' I told her. 'I am expecting a visit from
Master Frederick and my pussey is in a state of longing for his
lovely pego. Ah, he uses it so well, dear, if only you could have a
taste'

Alice - 'For shame, Beatrice!' (blushing furiously) 'Do you
think I would let my own brother ravish me? You bad girl, I
should give you a whipping for that! Yes, perhaps we should
have a little birch séance and I will heat your bottom for you. To
bed with you.' But she was not so angry after all, giving me one
more passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth
and squeezing my bottom before we parted.

I retreated into my room to begin my toilette, and before long I
was tucked up in bed and the light put out. But I could see a faint
light coming through the keyhole, and what must I do but take a
peep upon her? Alice was in a state of dishabille, her hair down
and part way through undressing. She slipped off the drawers she
had recently started to wear and then her chemise, leaving just
the stockings she had worn for the evening. Next, she squatted to
make water in the chamber pot and I thought again of Willie's
little penchant for my hot piss - indeed he was right, there is
something diverting about seeing a young girl fire away. After
she had finished she took a piece of paper to wipe her pussey
dry, and then began to toy with her little cunny, her eyes bright
as she did so. 'Ah, I hope you are thinking of Frederick,' I said
to myself.

Suddenly Alice looked to the door, and I saw its handle slowly
turn. Lucy came into the bedroom, walking as softly as she
could. Taking Alice's hand and giving her a loving kiss, she
whispered, 'Mr. William and I ask for your company, dear
mistress. He is still downstairs so let us go to my room while we
may do so unobserved. Ah, I am longing for your sweet
caresses.' Then she took the little girl by the hand and led her out
of the bedroom, putting out the light before closing the door.

I retired to my bed to await Master Frederick, and it was not long
until I heard my door open and he appeared, a candle in his hand.
As he approached my bed I could see his pego under his night-
shirt, stiff and ready. Slipping into bed beside me, he darted his
tongue into my mouth, stifling me with kisses, as my eager hand
reached for his rampant cock. 'How I shall fuck you, my little
lover!' he whispered in my ear. 'Your glorious little bubbies,
and ah the hair is just beginning to grow on your sweet pussey - I
must taste these delightful treasures!' - so saying he began to
suckle and nuzzle my titties as if he wanted to devour them. Then
he instructed me to lay over him reversed so that I should suck
his pego and tickle his balls as he dived his tongue into my eager
pussey.

I felt him tickle my bottom-hole and so I returned the favour by
thrusting my tongue as far as I could into his arsehole. This
brought sighs of the greatest pleasure from him and I felt his cock
swell as he choked my mouth with a copious emission. I
swallowed as much as I could, but so heated were his movements
that his cock slipped from my eager mouth and sprayed his
sperm across my face. I spent too as I swallowed the last of his
hot seed. Pulling me to him, Frederick again kissed me with
passion, licking his own sperm up as he did so, which he seemed
to mind not at all.

'How sweet your little cunny tastes!' he exclaimed.

'Your sister's little pussey is every bit as sweet,' I replied, noting
his cock twitch and stiffen as I said so. 'I love to taste her and
how she spends in my mouth! But still nothing is as good as the
spear of love, and how well you wield it, dear Frederick.'

'I would wield it on Alice, dear Beatrice, if only she would let
me. Would you be awfully jealous if I confessed how much I
want to fuck her?'

I told him that I would not be jealous at all, and indeed I would
delight in seeing his glorious cock working well on his sweet
sister. 'And I will try to persuade Alice to let you fuck her, Fred.
But now I see you are stiff and as hard as iron again, and so it is
me you must fuck.'

Fred, his eyes full of fire, was eager to obey, and so once again
the pego that took my virginity was in me. How nicely it filled
my little pussey! Fred thrust into me, and I had to bite my lip so
as not to yell out and let the whole house know some very
improper proceedings were going on. Lovingly we kissed as he
plunged into me. Then I indicated he should lie on his back so
that I could straddle him and ride what I soon after learned was
called a St. George. And indeed how stiff and firm his lance was,
how deeply it pierced me! Fred shuddered and once more his
noble weapon gave forth its soothing balm. And with my fingers
about my little clitoris I spent too.

Withdrawing his now softening cock from me, he told me he
must return to his own room. And so after sucking the last of the
sperm about his prick and balls, and sharing one more passionate
kiss, he departed. I drifted off into that sweet sleep that comes
after one has been thoroughly fucked.

I woke to bright sun through the curtains and birdsong in the
garden. Stretching my arms and still feeling a glow of satisfaction
from my little adventures with William and Frederick. I decided
to have a peep into Alice's room, for perhaps I might see her
make water and that would stimulate me. I crouched down at the
keyhole. I could not see her anywhere in the room. Surely she
could not still be with Mr. William and Lucy? She would be
found out and then there would be scandal. But suddenly there
was a rap on the door (at which you may be sure I started
violently) and then Alice, who had been standing hidden to one
side, crouched down in front of her side of the lock.

'Ah, you bad girl, there you are!' she whispered. 'Did you think
I would not notice you had unblocked the keyhole? But indeed
if you had not, I would have. Is it not the nicest thing to spy on
secret passions, my dear? And did you enjoy my brother last
night? You know how I take such happiness in your liaison, my
dear.'

'What a shame indeed that he is your brother, sweet Alice, for he
uses his cock so well. If he was my brother I would still have to
fuck him!' I said.

Alice (blushing) - 'What nonsense are you saying, silly girl! Do
you not know incest is a great crime? But I must dress or they
will miss me downstairs.'

Thus ended our colloquy and it was not long before I heard Alice
leave her room. I decided to sit in the window seat in my room
and enjoy the sunshine. From the selection of magazines on the
side I selected an issue of Aunt Judy's Magazine. But what an
insipid read it was, full of moral lessons that I knew to be no
more than hypocrisy. Laying it aside, I heard the door to Alice's
room open yet I could hear her playing piano below. Perhaps it
was just a maid come to tidy her room, but of course I had to take
a peep.

Here came my second surprise of the day, for it was no maid, but
Mr. Marchmont. I soon found his purpose in being in his
daughter's room, for he went to the dresser where Alice had left
her stockings, drawers and chemise from the night before. He
picked up the chemise and pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Then he took out his cock and placed one of her stockings over
the already stiff shaft. Rubbing his hand back and forth, he put
down her chemise and picked up her drawers. These were of a
daringly small style, and as he scented them I could hear him
mutter - 'Alice, you bad girl, to be so immodest! Ah - I cannot
help myself, how you inflame your Papa, your swelling bubbies
and fine bottom, how I would like to take you to my bed!' As he
spoke his hand moved faster and with a gasp he shot his seed
into her intimate apparel. I saw the pearly drops of his sperm
glisten through the garment as Mr. Marchmont gasped in delight.
When he had finished shooting he let fall a sigh, muttering 'I
should not let her excite me so, my own daughter! But I cannot
help myself, she so maddens me. Yet what can she know of the
joys of coition?'

You can be sure I smiled at this, knowing as I did just what a
wanton his daughter was. And indeed I thought that if I could get
her to let Frederick fuck her, why, it would be only a small step
from there to have her fuck her Papa too.

Mr. Marchmont withdrew and once I was sure it was safe I darted
into Alice's room to inspect her soiled garments. Taking up the
discarded stocking I rubbed Mr. Marchmont's spendings
between my fingers and then lifted the delicate silk to my mouth
to take a taste, my pussey tingling as I did so. I knew from
Willie's erotic tale that Mr. Marchmont had a taste for the young
cunny. I resolved then to seduce him and (it will not surprise
you, dear Walter) I also vowed I see him fuck Alice too. Father
and daughter, what a delicious revel that would be! I then
withdrew from Alice's room and finished my toilette. I made
sure to check my undergarments with care to find out if Mr.
Marchmont had outraged them as well; and indeed there were
some very suspicious-looking stains but I could not be sure. I
then joined the family downstairs for a late breakfast. This was
served by Mary, as Lucy had returned home for few days.

It so happened that Mr. Marchmont had instructed Mr. William
to take the carriage into town to conduct some business on his
behalf. Mrs. Marchmont suggested that I might like to travel with
him, since on my arrival there before I had not had a chance to
explore the town; in particular she thought its museum, noted for
its collection of past fashions, might have a salutary educational
effect upon me (perhaps because she thought the clothing Alice
and I then favoured was too racy - though as I had seen that very
morning, it was much to Mr. Marchmont's erotic fancy.) I
hastened to agree - naturally, not for the good of my education
but for the chance to be alone with Willie and to have the rest of
the tale about his time in France from him. 'And I have put some
books in the carriage should you wish to read during the
journey' concluded the lady of the house.

To keep an appearance of propriety, Mr. William started the
journey sitting by Old Adam, atop the carriage, but barely a half-
mile had passed before I pulled the bell to halt the journey,
making the excuse that I needed the butler's help with the
sampler I was making. Once we were under way again, I
demanded the completion of his tale - but first, I said, he must
tell me of how he passed the night. I told him how I had seen
Lucy bring Alice to her room, and that I knew he had not had the
chance to enjoy them both together before this.

William - 'Miss Beatrice, to tell you the whole story would take
up our entire journey; those girls are so randy that they left me
quite fucked out. When I slipped into the room I found the dear
pair side-by-side, but reversed. Lucy was gamahuching her little
mistress, and, for added delight, postillioning her with a finger;
Alice, for her part, was using a godemiche on Lucy. They were so
rapt in their ecstasy that they barely noticed me. I undressed in a
trice and brought my prick to the fore; it was eagerly seized upon
by Alice, who took it between her teeth and sucked me most
delightfully.

'She then directed Mr. Priapus to Lucy's ready cunt, bringing
her face close to examine the conjunction of our parts. She
tickled my balls and kissed Lucy's clitoris, before crawling up
the bed to plunge her tongue in Lucy's mouth. After giving her a
passionate kiss she straddled Lucy's face and the maid gladly
began to lick her tight little pussey. Alice passed the godemiche
to Lucy, still glowing with her juices, and bade her apply it. This
erotic sight soon brought me to a spend, and withdrawing my
pego from its bower of bliss, my sperm fired across Lucy and
even onto Alice's belly.

'My prick barely lost stiffness and Alice declared it was time for
me to ravish her. Now Lucy directed my cock to the charge,
marvelling that Alice's little cunny could take it all in. As I
ploughed into Miss Alice, Lucy kissed her mouth and bubbies in
rapture, and then brought her pussey over Alice's mouth. Alice
soon licked her to a glorious spend, as I filled the little girl's
cunny with my own tribute.  As I withdrew from Alice, Lucy
leant forward to secure the little girl's gaping cunny for her own
pleasure, licking up every drop of our mutual spending. The
sight of these hot and lecherous girls so enjoying each other
brought me back to life, and as Lucy was still busy with her task,
I brought my rod to Alice's mouth. The dear girl sucked me
willingly until I was at full stiffness once more.'

'Lucy, now on her hands and knees and with her lovely bottom
in the air begged Alice put me in her. The little girl directed my
weapon to the usual bower of bliss but then a more wicked idea
occurred to her, and she held the head of my cock against Lucy's
arsehole. Lucy gasped as I began to shove my way inside her
nether hole. I directed Alice to wet the sphincter well with her
spittle, and eagerly she went to work on the tight orifice, working
her tongue inside and coating the way liberally with saliva. Bring
my steed to the charge once more, I boldly shoved my way past
the elastic sphincter until I was fully sheathed in Lucy's bowels. I
began to thrust in and out, Alice licking the shaft as I did so and
tickling Lucy's pussey. Lucy groaned in delight and ecstasy.
Then Alice, the little minx, applied the godemiche to my own
arsehole. I declare, Miss Beatrice, she is truly her father's
daughter and every bit as full of lecherous ideas as he is! You
may imagine that under this attack it was not long before I spent,
shooting my very essence deep into Lucy's bowels.

'Now Alice said that I must ravish her bottom too. Lucy warned
her that the attempt would be as painful as when I first outraged
her dear pussey. I too had some fear on that score, as after all
Miss Alice is only thirteen and perhaps too young to be buggered
without injury. But in any case the girls had so fucked me out
that a fresh cockstand was impossible. Yet Miss Alice is a wilful
girl, as well you know, and will no doubt have her way.'

Mr William's story delighted me and I was half minded to beg
him to fuck me, but I was keen to hear the rest of his French
story, and prevailed upon him to begin.


The Butler's Tale, continued

Mr. Marchmont's aim now turned to Henri. I had told you that
we had paid the grandmother to turn a blind eye to our little
games and so he could, no doubt, simply have seized the boy and
had his way with him. And while he confessed to me he did find
a certain stimulation in that idea, he decided it were as well to
make the boy a willing participant in the sport. We put our heads
together and I came up with an idea.

You remember, dear Beatrice, that Aurora had thought Henri
attempted to peep on her and moreover had said how much she
liked to bathe; so why not invite her to bathe in the much
grander bath in this house? For there was a fine bushy tree just
outside the bathroom window, and if I knew anything about a
young boy just becoming aware of Cythera's power, I knew
Henri would scamper into its branches to see his sister about her
ablutions. Of course, I did not tell Mr. Marchmont that my idea
was partly inspired by Miss Alice who, as I know has told you,
peeped into my pantry that day and had her first lesson in the
delights of love. Though a lenient master, I am not sure he would
take well to the knowledge I had so thoroughly inculcated his
daughter into the ways of lubricity.

Aurora jumped at the chance to bathe, and I made sure that Henri
overheard the plan. It did not take me long to heat a few large
tubs of water and fill the bath, and as I was doing so I saw a
disturbance in the tree outside the window. You may be sure I
pretended not to notice it. I added some scented oils and a
handful of flower petals and then the little girl dashed into the
bathroom as I withdrew. She turned the lock and soon enough
she was singing and splashing in the bath.

I apprised Mr. Marchmont of the situation. 'Let us not spoil
Henri's pleasure just yet,' said he. 'But give him time to enjoy
his naked sister. Then we will surprise him in the act.'

After letting young Henri take some pleasure in seeing his sister
undress and begin her bath, Mr. Marchmont walked into the
garden and pretended to discover the naughty boy by chance.
'Henri, what are you about?' said he.  'Come down at once!'

Visibly shocked, Henri climbed down from the tree. Mr.
Marchmont seized the girlish youth around the waist as he was
nearly down, saying, 'So, Master Henri, what have you been
doing?' The boy knew he had been caught in a very improper
proceeding, spying on his naked sister. He tried to stammer out
an excuse but Mr. Marchmont would have none of it. 'And shall
I tell your grandmother of your behaviour, young man?' said he.

'Sir! Oh no, she would whip me and I would never be able to
look Aurora in the eye again,' wailed the boy.

'Well then, let me think on it. I will do nothing for now but you
must come alone to the house tomorrow, at midday, and I will
tell you what I have decided to do.' Henri agreed to this and, still
pale with fear, ran off.

'Now, William, Henri will soon be mine and what a delicious
morsel he will be! My blood is up now, and Aurora must cool it
for me.'

I accompanied him up to the bathroom and, using a blade,
quietly unlocked the door from the outside (an easy butler's
trick, my dear.) Mr. Marchmont stepped into the bathroom,
greatly to Aurora's surprise.

'Oh sir, what are you about?' asked the alarmed little girl.

'I mean to share your bath with you, my dear' said he, rapidly
removing his clothes. The sweet child blushed to see his hard
pego emerge, and shrank back a little as he stepped into the bath.

'Come closer, dear Aurora,' said he, lifting the little girl into his
lap, his noble tool poking up between their bellies. He drew her
lips to his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. I could see her
little tongue battling with his, the erotic emotions beginning to
overwhelm her. Then he had her stand and applied his eager
tongue to her virgin cunny, while gently tickling her little pink
arsehole but not penetrating her there. She sighed and placed her
hands atop his head to keep her balance. 'Oh - oh - ohhh - here
comes the lovely feeling!' she gasped as she spent ecstatically.

'Was that not a pleasure, dear girl?' said he. 'But now you must
make me spend.' He sat upon the side of the bath and Aurora, an
increasingly willing accomplice to his debauchery, kneeled in the
water in front of him, taking the glowing purple head of his
enraged penis between her lovely lips. 'Caress my balls dear,' he
directed her. Being a child of just twelve years old, she could not
fit much of his penis in her mouth, and so Mr. Marchmont
stroked the lower portion of the shaft as she licked, kissed and
sucked the head. 'Little devil, you make me spend, open your
mouth so that I may see my seed squirt out.' She did so and he
fired his jets of pearly white sperm all over her lips, tongue and
teeth. 'Now swallow, little one, for it is most invigorating.'
Again the wanton little girl obeyed, eagerly swallowing down
every drop of his discharge.

'The taste is so strange' she said. 'Does every man squirt like
that?'

'Indeed so' was the reply, 'but it is said each man's juice tastes
different. Why not see what Mr. William's tastes like?'

I scarcely needed urging to step forward. Soon, her wet hands
were eagerly unbuttoning my trousers to let my stiff cock out.
'Oh, it is thinner than his,' said she, 'and the tip a lighter
colour.' Taking my weapon between her pearly teeth, she ran her
tongue all over the head and applied both her dainty hands to the
shaft.

'That's it, my girl,' said Mr. Marchmont. 'You are a fast learner
and we shall make you quite the accomplished fucker between
us.'

I reached my hand forward to cup her sweet childish breasts,
revelling in the soft, white flesh. Stimulated beyond bearing by
the little girl, the sperm boiled up from my penis, filling her
mouth. The volume of liquid was too much for the poor dear and
I squirted the last of my spendings all across her hands and face.
Breathless, the girl licked her lips and worked the sperm on her
hands into her bubbies.

I put my now softened tool back into my breeches while Mr.
Marchmont sponged the girl's face clean. He lifted her from the
bath and, taking a towel, dried her. Then he began to dress her, a
procedure he seemed to take great pleasure in, pressing her
apparel to his nose before placing it on her.

'Now, my dear child, let us discuss your brother,' said he. 'Do
you know that he was spying on you as you as you bathed?'

'The bad boy!' said she (but with no true anger in her voice, for
clearly she found the idea appealing).  'I shall tell grandmamma
and she will punish him.'

'No, my dear, we will punish him, how about that?' said my
employer.

Aurora liked this idea, especially after Mr. Marchmont explained
how he had set the trap. She agreed to come to the house a little
before Henri's appointment so that we could hide her behind a
curtain and let her observe our obscene games. We then sent her
back home, having extracted her promise not to breathe a word
of our sport.

The little girl was as good as her word and betimes the next day
was ensconced behind a floor-length drape in which I had cut a
little peephole. Shortly after she was in place, Henri came in to
face his punishment. He was morose and hung his head, fearful
about what was to happen to him.

Mr. Marchmont was sitting on a sofa and I could see his cock
already a little swollen in anticipation to the delights to come.
Henri stood in front of him, awaiting his doom.

'Now, Master Henri, tell me what you were about yesterday. Do
you think what you did was proper?' said he.

Henri spoke quietly, a tremble in his gentle, girlish voice. 'It was
very bad, kind sir, but I could not help myself. I do not know
how it is but in the last few months when I observe Aurora I feel
so strangely excited and when I think of her legs and bottom and
oh her swelling chest...' He tailed off, blushing to have said
such things. Yet the thought of his sister's charms overcame his
fear, for I could see a twitching in his breeches as his little cock
began to come to life.

Mr. Marchmont observed this too, and placed his hand on the
growing bulge. 'You get hard here, is that is, my dear?' said he.
Henri gasped and blushed even more deeply. 'Oh sir, should you
be doing that?'

'There is no shame in it, Henri, we are just boys together, are we
not? See, the thought of your lovely sister has the same effect on
me.' So saying, he unbuttoned himself and let forth his noble
tool. Stiff and hard it sprang up.

Henri's eyes opened wide to see the monster poking up. 'How
large it is!' said he.

'Let us compare them,' responded Mr. Marchmont, beginning to
take down the young boy's trousers.  Henri was alarmed by this
but Mr. Marchmont reprimanded him. 'Shall I tell your
grandmother of your outrageous behavior?' That was enough to
quell the revolt and Henri said no more as Mr. Marchmont
stripped him completely. Then he turned to boy round to let his
sister enjoy every aspect of his nudity. Henri's little penis was
standing up stiff as Mr. Marchmont took it in his hand, gently
stroking it. 'Ah and some little hairs too, my dear! When did
these come?'

'Just a few months ago sir. It was about the time that Aurora
began to make me feel so feverish. How I wanted to caress her
yesterday, to kiss and cuddle and play with her!' he replied.

Mr. Marchmont - 'Ah, you would like to kiss her? Well, perhaps
I would like to kiss you.' So saying he brought his mouth to
Henri's rosy lips. The boy was perfectly astonished but
submitted to the attack, letting Mr. Marchmont thrust in his
tongue and roll it about his mouth. 'Now sit in my lap, dear
boy,' he said, and Henri willingly did so, tipping his mouth up
to Mr. Marchmont and kissing him with new passion.

'Oh sir, this is so naughty,' he said, overcome with passion and
planting kisses across my employer's hairy chest. Mr.
Marchmont was rubbing his hands all over the boy's milk-white
skin, delicately caressing his little nipples and making him gasp.
His bold pego seemed to grow even stiffer under this erotic
onslaught. Soon enough his hand wandered down to Henri's
eager little cock. The boy moaned into the man's mouth at this
new sensation.

'Let us try a different position, my dear,' said the older man.
'Turn round so your back is against my belly.' Henri gladly did
so, so that now Mr. Marchmont's cock was poking up between
the boy's thighs, pressed up hard against his stiff little penis and
delicate, blue-veined balls. Of course his aim in this was to
expose the boy in all his nakedness to his sister. What must her
passion have been - her brother in the arms of my brawny
employer, his hot and ready cock already smearing its moisture
across the child's belly, so wanton! The boy's head was turned
back so that he could continue to kiss and suck Mr. Marchmont's
tongue, and he moaned in the throes of passion.

'Now I must introduce you to a new pleasure,' said Mr.
Marchmont. He bade the boy stand, and then went on his knees
before him.

'What are you about?' asked the boy. Mr. Marchmont gave no
reply but took the Henri's bobbing penis in his mouth. Henri's
pleasure was evident at this new onslaught. His eyes sparkled and
his breathing quickened. 'Oh sir, sir, it is so good, dear sir' he
moaned. And then he seemed to panic a little. 'Oh, what is
happening to me - am I dying?' Bidden by nature he began to
thrust his sweet cocklet into Mr. Marchmont's mouth as he gave
down what was evidently his first tribute to love. Mr.
Marchmont eagerly swallowed every drop of his virgin emission.
Gasping in surprise and pleasure, Henri sat down on the floor,
covered in a fine sweat.

'What was that? Something came out of me, but it did not feel
like water,' said he.

Mr. Marchmont - 'Dear boy, that was your first spend.'

Henri - 'What is spending?'

Mr. Marchmont - 'It is the stuff of life, dear boy, and all men do
it. Would you like to see me spend?'

Henri nodded his assent, and Mr. Marchmont began on the next
chapter of his erotic education. The older man sat back on the
sofa and beckoned Henri to kneel between his legs. 'Now, sweet
boy, do to me as I did to you.' A flush of shame and excitement
spread over the face of the thirteen-year-old boy as, for the first
time in his life, he took a penis into his mouth. Mr. Marchmont
sighed in pleasure and tousled the boy's hair as he worked away,
delighted to have secured himself a willing and unsullied
catamite.

I too was a stiff as a post observing this delicious scene. But at a
glance from my employer I knew he was ready to proceed to the
next stage of the debauch that we had previously planned. As
Henri was delightedly sucking the noble tool, I drew back the
drape and led the little girl - excited and flushed with passion as
she was - forward.

Henri, hearing movement in the room, took his mouth from Mr.
Marchmont's raging steed. You can imagine his shock to see his
sister standing there. 'And what is this you are doing, Henri!'
said she. 'Is this proper behaviour?'

The confused boy did not know what to say, surprized by his
sister in such an indecent act. He began to weep for shame and
fear that his behaviour would be uncovered. 'It is a punishment
for a bad deed,' he confessed.

Aurora - 'And what deed is that, dear brother?'

Henri - 'I cannot say - it is too shameful.'

Aurora - 'Perhaps you were spying on your sister as she
bathed?'

Henri - 'But - but - how - ?'

Aurora - 'Did we not trap you well, Henri?'

She explained the ruse, and how she knew he had been trying to
peep on her before, how she had told Mr. Marchmont of this, and
his little plan to trap him. The boy was perfectly flabbergasted at
this.

'Did you enjoy looking on me then, Henri?' asked his sister.
The boy admitted that he enjoyed it very much. 'And would you
like to look on me again, now?'

Henri gasped in surprise at this offer. 'Oh - my sister - would
you let me?' he said, his little prick regaining the stiffness it had
lost in this colloquy. 'I will, dear brother, as long as you keep the
secret from grandmamma, and mama too. You must know that I
have already had some lessons in love from these fine gentlemen,
and they have more to teach us. Shall we begin?'

***


Here Old Adam's stentorian voice was heard, calling the horses
to a halt. We had arrived in town, and perforce Mr. William's
enchanting story must come to an end for a while. His business
was at the town hall, and while he attended to that I visited the
museum, as Mrs. Marchmont had suggested. This would let me
keep up the pretence that I had taken the journey for this worthy
educational purpose alone, and not because I wanted to hear the
tale of her husband's depravities.

Mr. William instructed Old Adam to drive me round to the
museum and wait outside until I was done, saying that it would
not be proper for a young lady such as me to be abroad without
any sort of guardian. For his part, he would walk to the museum
when he had completed his duties. I will admit that I scanned the
men's clothing with great interest, and it seemed to me that the
fashions from the time of the Prince Regent were a great deal
more free, drawing attention to the shape of the body, than in our
own era. If Mrs Marchmont indeed intended me to learn some
moral lesson from this experience I doubt I drew the conclusion
she sought, for it only confirmed my opinion that our era is one
that denies our natural inclinations.

Having completed my tour of the museum I stepped back into
the carriage to await Mr. William's return. I reviewed the books
there placed, among which were Le Chevalier de Maison-Rouge
(but in French, so perhaps it was Mr. Marchmont's), Antonina,
Davenport Dunne and other titles I do not remember. But it was
a slim novella that my eye fell on - Theresa Marchmont: or, the
Maid of Honour. No doubt it had been selected for the
coincidence of the name (or perhaps to inculcate a lesson about
honour). It was a tale of romance in which Theresa is separated
from her betrothed, Lord Hugh Percy, whereafter King Charles
the Second tries to seduce her, as too his panderer the Duke of
Buckingham.

Had I been the author, and not Mrs. Gore, you may be sure that I
would have dispensed with all Theresa's tiresome modesty and
instead have her show the king and duke what proper fucking
was. But still, the tale was pleasing enough in its way and I was
quite surprized when the door opened and Mr. William stepped
in, so lost had I been in the story. Laying the novella aside I gave
Willie a fond hug and after he had rapped to tell Old Adam to set
off, he settled down to continue his salacious narrative.



The Butler's Tale, continued


Well now, Miss Beatrice, where had I left off? - ah, yes, young
Henri surprized with a stiff cock between his lips and his sister
ready to increase his erotic delights yet further.

When Aurora said, 'Shall we begin?' I stepped up behind the
little girl. My pego stiff in my breeches, I took the hem of her
dress and began to slowly lift it. Henri's eyes widened as I slowly
revealed his sister's charms - her legs, her almost unfledged
cunny, her belly and then her growing breasts. His little pintle
stood up straighter and Mr. Marchmont's noble tool twitched at
the new vision of loveliness. Lifting the dress over the girl's
head, leaving her quite nude, I too disrobed. I was as naked as
her in a trice, my proud cock jutting out. The little girl kneeled
and took my penis in her mouth, eagerly wetting the shaft with
saliva and cupping my balls as with her tongue she laved the
head. Henri observed in delight, his eyes sparkling with youthful
lust.

'My dear,' said Mr. Marchmont to him, drawing the girlish
youth's attention to his ready cock, 'show your sister you know
how to caress a stiff prick waiting for his turn.'

Willingly, Henri went to work, keeping his eyes on his sister as
he sucked the older man. He copied her movements, caressing
Mr. Marchmont's stones and handling his shaft with his soft
white hands.

'That's it, work well, my dear, tickle and lick him, ah - ah-r-
re...you make me spend.' With that, his seed erupted from the
shaft, filling the boy's mouth. Just as his sister had upon her first
experience of receiving love's tribute in her mouth, he pulled his
head back in surprise so that Mr. Marchmont's hot seed began to
spatter his face and chest. This erotic scene, and the little girl's
eager ministrations to my shaft bought me to spending point too,
and with a veritable bellow of passion I directed my emission
into her mouth, lips and teeth, her hair and over her little
bubbies, topping her soft mounds with rivulets of pearly semen.
Taking my hand from my softening shaft, I put a finger to
Aurora's chin and directed her gaze to her brother, as liberally
coated in sperm as she was. 'Aurora, give your brother a kiss' I
instructed.

Still on her knees, she crawled to her brother. 'Kiss me dear
brother!' she said.

Henri needed no bidding twice and brought his lips to hers. Soon
their lips and tongues were eagerly mingling and soft mews of
pleasure came from each child, maddened by the erotic delights
they were undergoing.

'Henri, kiss your sister's bubbies,' instructed Mr. Marchmont.
Henri gladly complied, and Aurora arched her neck in pleasure to
feel his tongue first on one nipple and then the other. Henri
licked up my spendings as Aurora began to massage the semen
decorating his fair body into his skin. Her hand dropped down to
his stiff little cock and delicate balls. Pink and stiff and hot as his
pintle was, I could have devoured it myself. But I would secure
that pleasure later, I knew, and so I watched in delight as Aurora
placed a hand on her brother's chest, indicating him to lie at full
stretch on the carpet. Positioning herself between his legs, she
brought her mouth down to his proud little penis, kissing its
ruby head and licking her tongue round the rim. Then she
engulfed the sweet morsel, which was just the right size for her
mouth, cupping his balls as he did so.

Henri was almost delirious with joy at the maddening sensation.
His hips twitched and jerked and his smooth bottom reared up as
he discharged his seed into his sister's mouth. Eagerly she
swallowed every drop. Thereupon she fell forward across her
brother, bringing her lips to his so that they could indulge in the
most passionate kissing. Ah, to see the sweet siblings kiss and
caress each other, it makes me stiff now.

'Let us have a little champagne to stimulate us for renewed
combat,' declared Mr. Marchmont. Alice had already
experienced the stimulating power of the beverage and urged
Henri to sample its restorative powers. The champagne bought a
flush to the face of the lovely siblings, each of whom visibly
delighted in the nudity of the other.

'Now, my dears, you have had but a taste of the delights of
love,' announced Mr. Marchmont. 'And it is my declared
purpose to introduce you to all the rites of Venus.'

Reaching out, he caressed Henri's little cock with his fingers.
Such is the power of youth that it had barely softened at all since
he poured his seed into his sister's mouth. 'Do you know that
this little plaything is meant to go inside your sister's cunny?'
said he.

The boy, surprized, shook his head. 'Would it not hurt her?'

'There may be some little pain at first, but after that she will
enjoy the greatest pleasure. Would you like to try it, my
darlings?' said Mr. Marchmont. Henri of course was game for
anything, and his sister no less lecherous. 'Well, my little loves,
now Mr. William and I will teach you this sport.'

He bade me sit to one end of the sofa, and then had Aurora lie
full length on it, her head in my lap. Spreading her legs, he
brought his mouth to her pussey to lave it well with saliva, ready
for the experiment.

'William, you do the like for Henri,' said he. The boy was
standing in front of me, and I leaned forward a little to take his
penis into my mouth and moisten it well. It had been many years
since I had sucked a cock, but you may be sure I had no foolish
prejudice about it. Maybe one day, dear Beatrice, I will tell you
of my own erotic adventures when I was a youth, and how one of
the older boys initiated me into the ways of love.

I had quite the penchant to make the boy spend in my mouth, but
as I knew his prick would want all its stiffness to make the
attempt on his sister's virgin cunny, I contented myself with just
enough of a suck to prepare him for the charge.

'Now then, Henri, position yourself like so,' instructed Mr.
Marchmont, placing the boy over his sister, his cock between her
legs. 'William, hold the dear girl's cunny open' he told me, and I
gently parted the lips of her waiting pussey. Mr. Marchmont,
holding the boy's eager penis between his fingers, brought its
head against the outerworks. 'Now, my love, push on and make
your sister a woman!'

The boy, an eager pupil, began to push into his little sister. She
sighed to feel her pussey entered for the first time and, prompted
by nature, clasped her hands to his buttocks to pull him in. She
let out a little yelp as he pushed his way through her virgin
defences, but did not stop, guiding him on until he was fully
sheathed.

'That's the way!' declared Mr Marchmont. 'Now, dear Henri,
begin to move in and out of her. It will give you both the greatest
delight.' The boy did so, and each lovely child gasped in
pleasure at the new sensations.  My own cock rose ever stiffer,
poking up behind Aurora's head in my lap. I reached forward to
play with her bubbies as her brother worked away in her pussey.
Mr. Marchmont gave him yet a new sensation, crouching behind
him and licking his arsehole. The boy clearly enjoyed this new
attack, as no doubt was the intention, for it would not be long
before Mr. Marchmont would outrage the boy's bottom and he
wanted the lad to have only associations of pleasure with the
narrower gate of paradise. I tousled his hair as he worked away
over his eager sister.

Under the double onslaught Henri's movements grew
increasingly frantic, and such was eagerness that his thrusts
rocked his sister's head against my hard penis, providing the
most delicious sensation.

'Dear Aurora, dear sister, yes, yes, here comes the lovely feeling'
said the boy, giving one last shuddering heave as he shot his
essence inside her. I too was at spending point and the movement
of Aurora's soft silky hair on my cock made me shoot; the sperm
jetted forth, and still in the throes of passion Henri brought his
mouth to the gushing flow. He gathered the pearly seed on his
tongue and then leaned down to kiss his sister, letting the semen
flow into her mouth. How their lips and teeth meshed, as
between them they devoured my spendings!


***

'The very thought of it makes me rise, see!' said Willie,
interrupting his salacious narrative. So saying, he opened his
breeches to let free his pego, stiff and hot.

I went on my knees before him and began to lick and suck the
delicious plaything, caressing the balls and trying to reach back
to tickle his nether hole.

'My dear, that's the way,' said the enraptured butler. 'I shall
spend almost directly, sweet Beatrice, for I was not able to have
Lucy today.' And indeed it was just a few moments before I felt
the noble shaft throb in my mouth as he delivered his libation of
love.

I rose to give him a luscious kiss, saying as I did so, 'Alice and I
shall be your bedfellows tonight,' which quite made his cock
twitch in anticipation. Sitting back down, I bade him continue
his salacious tale.

***

'Now you are a woman, my dear Aurora, and you, Henri, are a
man,' said Mr. Marchmont to the delighted children. 'And there
are still more secrets for you to be initiated into. But let us rest a
while, and clean ourselves before we renew our sports.'

I brought a pail of hot water and soap, and together Mr.
Marchont and I cleaned the willing children. He tended to Henri,
while I took Aurora. Gently I sponged her face and chest, paying
much attention to her lovely little titties, before looking to her
belly and wiping away the drying sperm there. But for her pussey
I first used my tongue, licking up the remains of Henri's sperm
and enjoying the treat thoroughly. The dear girl wriggled and
sighed under my ministrations and I could have outraged her
then and there; but of course Mr. Marchmont had the right to
give her a first experience of an adult penis.

'Let us stay naked,' commanded Mr. Marchmont. 'William, I
will stoke the fire so that we shall keep warm, and you may serve
some refreshments.' I had prepared a plate of delicious
sweetmeats to appeal to the children and they fell upon them
ravenously. More fizz was poured as well, and a flush of
stimulation bloomed on the face of each child as they sipped the
intoxicating beverage. Mr. Marchmont had Henri on his knee
and I had Alice, and as we ate and drank, we toyed with each
other. Alice admired Mr. Marchmont's noble cock, stiff in
Henri's curious hands and while I fed her dainties both from my
fingers and lips.

'Very well,' declared Mr. Marchmont after we had somewhat
replenished our energies, 'Let us return to our little games.
Aurora, my dear, it is time for a new lesson in love, for I mean to
have you just as your brother did.'

A look of alarm appeared on the little girl's face as she gazed on
his noble tool. 'It would never fit inside and I shall not let you!'
she declared with a charming pout on her lips.

'Your brother has opened the way, dear,' replied he. 'And I will
soon make you so you cannot help yourself!' So saying he
seized the little girl round the waist and took her to the sofa.
Lying down, he began to gamahuche her, pausing to instruct
Henri to give his cock to her mouth. For my part I knelt by the
side of the sofa and began to caress her sweet youthful titties.
Under this triple onslaught she was soon writhing in ecstasy.  Mr.
Marchmont seized the moment and brought his cock to her dear
little quim. Moving Henri aside I began to stop her mouth with
kisses so that she should not yell out, directing the boy to
minister to her breasts.

Aurora felt the dreaded attack begin and tried to shrink away, but
I held her fast as Mr. Marchmont thrust slowly into her. She
began to whimper and moan and drum her little fists against me
to let her up, but her desire to stop the proceedings only fired Mr.
Marchmont's passions the higher; Henri, too, seemed to take
delight in seeing his sister handled so. With one great shove Mr.
Marchmont was up to the root of his tool in Aurora's tight little
cunny. Her eyes dilated with the pain and a stifled scream
escaped from her. Pausing his movements to let her pussey adjust
to the monster distending her, Aurora's pummelling fists slowed
and her struggles quietened. There was still anger in her eyes but
the action of her brother's lips on her breasts and Mr.
Marchmont's finger on her clitoris soon transmuted that emotion
in languishing desire. As her breathing began to quicken in
passion, Mr. Marchmont proceeded to slowly thrust in and out of
her. She responded in time to his movements, rapidly growing
more heated and eager. I observed in delight as Mr. Marchmont's
rigid tool thrust in and out of her, the lips of her cunny clinging
to the rod as if in tender embrace. Henri too was observing with
great attention, kissing his sister's belly as he observed her
ravishment.

The tight loving grip of Aurora's pussey about the noble penis
soon brought matters to a crisis and with a gasp of pleasure Mr.
Marchmont fired his seed into her, soothing her bruised parts
with his emission. He shot the last few spurts of his copious
spend over her belly, and then gently pushed Henri's head
towards the pearly sperm, telling him to clean her with his
tongue. The over-excited little boy did not pause but gladly
licked up the semen pooling in her belly button. The
ministrations of Henri's tongue tickled his sister, and tinkling
peals of laughter escaped from her mouth.

'And you must clean me in turn,' Mr. Marchmont instructed the
pliable youth, who just as eagerly took the pendent tool in his
mouth and sucked it clean of the mingled juices of his sister and
her ravager's lovemaking. His little cock was as stiff as iron and I
could not help myself. I took the little morsel in my mouth and
licked, kissed and sucked it until he spent in my mouth with an
exclamation of joy. I gladly swallowed his youthful emission,
thrusting my tongue into his urethra to lick up every drop of his
spend. Then I pulled him to me for a passionate kiss, letting him
taste his semen on my tongue. Aurora sat up and joined in, so
that three set of tongues and lips were entwined together.

Mr. Marchmont looked on approvingly. 'Wonderful, is it not,
William, two have two hot and willing children to fuck? Is there
not something unbearably maddening about the little ones when
they are just beginning to develop?'

****

"You may well believe, dear Beatrice, that I agreed warmly with
my employer," said the butler. "Had I not fucked his own
daughter when she was not even twelve years old? And you are
but thirteen years old, my dear, and I would dearly like to fuck
you now. But see, we are close to the hall. Perhaps it would be
best for me to ride up top once again." So saying, the butler
rapped for Old Adam to stop the carriage - and rapped again, for
the deaf driver did not hear. As the carriage drew to a halt Mr
William drew a kerchief from his pocket and, moistening it with
a little spittle, applied it to my cheek. "My dear, there is a little
drop of my spend there. Imagine if that should be noted!" After
cleaning the stains of his passion from my face he stepped out of
the carriage and sat up with the driver.

Soon after this the gravel of the long drive up to the house was
crunching under the carriage wheels, and Mr. William, formal
and polite, handed me out.

His tale had greatly heated my blood, but as he had duties to
attend to, I could not find satisfaction in his embrace. Lucy was
gone and Frederick and Alice were engaged in playing croquet.
There was no one I could turn to, and nothing for it but to make
my own entertainment.

I returned to Theresa Marchmont for after all the story, though a
simple moral tale, was not without interest. I read how Theresa
was married to Lord Greville, against her wishes - but what
freedom has society ever given women? - and he proved to be a
decent husband. But in due course she learned her true love,
Lord Percy, had been killed in the wars in against that noted
Dutch admiral, Michiel de Ruyter. Theresa was plunged into
madness and confined.

Indeed I have a copy of the story on my shelf even now, for it
reminds me of days past, when I was still healthy, and so I can
transcribe some of it for you, dear Walter. Mrs. Gore has Greville
tell us:-

"It was nearly three years after the period to which I have alluded [which is to
say, Theresa's descent into madness] that an accident of which I need not remind
you, my beloved Helen, introduced me to the acquaintance of your family. You
may remember the backwardness with which I first received their approaches;
the very name of Percy had become ominously painful to me, and yet it inspired
me with a strange and undefinable interest. A spell appeared to attract me
towards you, and in spite of my first resolution to the contrary, in spite of the
melancholy reserve that still dwelt upon my mind, I became an acquaintance,
and at length the favoured inmate and friend, of your father. Could I imagine
the dangers that lurked beneath his roof? Could I believe that while I thus once
more indulged in the social converse to which I had been long a stranger, I
should gain the affections of his child? The playful girl towards whom my age
enabled me to assume an almost parental authority, while I exercised, in turn,
the parts of playmate and preceptor, beloved as she was in all the charms of
her dawning beauty, and artless naivete, inspired me with no deeper sentiment;
not even when I saw her gradually expand into the maturer pride of
womanhood, and acquire that feminine gentleness, that dignified simplicity of
character, which had attracted me in Theresa Marchmont.

My Walter, can you doubt that under my hand the story should
have taken a different turn? It is a foolish melodrama in which
Greville pretends his mad wife is dead so that he may marry
Helen; and it is on that passion for Helen that my imagination
flies. Shall I let it roam free? I have quite the fancy to make
myself the man. I should indeed have gained the affections of the
pretty child and I should have exercised more than parental
authority over her. As preceptor I would have initiated her into
the ways of love even as the charms of her womanhood had yet
to bloom. There should have been no agonizing over bigamy &c
from me; I should not have been the fool Greville was, but rather
used my power and prestige for the most wicked behaviour! My
short life - as my narrative shows - has been replete with the
pleasures of love, yet as a man how much more I should have
achieved! I should have debauched a score of young girls and
boys, slaking every outrageous lust the mind can conjure.

Later that day I learned that as a result of Mr. William's business
in town, Mr. Marchmont needed to visit his lawyers in London;
and that very afternoon he left, taking wife and butler with him.
Naturally this seemed a great blow, for in my heated state I had
been anticipating the planned frolic with William and Alice that
night. But as the poet reminds us, "Here does a sable cloud turn
forth her silver lining on the night." Without William or Lucy to
play with Alice, her passions would be unsatisfied and perhaps I
could push her towards the arms of her brother for solace.
Certainly when they came in from their game of croquet there
seemed to be a more than usual flush of excitement on dear
Alice's face.

After dinner was served that evening, Frederick dismissed the
servants and prevailed upon the aunt to play at the piano so that
he could dance with we girls. He also secured a bottle of fizz to
add jolliness to the proceedings.

The house had several books of popular songs, from which the
aunt selected Two Merry Girls. It seemed to me the choice was
apt in a way she could not possibly know, and you will
understand my meaning when you recall the lyrics -

Two merry girls, from morn to night
Our mirth and song we mingle,
The reason why we never sigh,
We both mean to keep single,
We both mean to keep single;
We climb the hills, We rove the vales together,
The tempests blow, no fear we know,
Our life's all sunny weather,
The tempests blow, no fear we know,
Our life's all sunny weather.
But if amid our green retreat, Some wandering youth we chanced to meet
Then tell me, sister, should you fly and leave me lonely standing by?
Why sister dear, there's danger seen
When youths and maids meet on the green,
But, should I fly you'd quickly see, how soon the youth would follow me,
How soon the youth would follow me. Oh!
My sister dear, your pride is such, You prize your beauty far too much,
I really think you'd change your mind, if that same youth would stay behind,
You cannot think, my sister dear, he'd stay with you when I was near.
Ah! Sister, lest we rivals be, henceforth alone we will wander free,
Henceforth alone we will wander free.
Two merry girls from morn to night, our mirth and song we mingle,
But now I know you want a beau, and mean not to keep single,
You don't, you won't, you don't mean to keep single.
You don't, you won't, you don't mean to keep single.
For that was my exact purpose, to persuade Alice to 'change her
mind' regarding that 'wandering youth.'

As brother and sister danced to this lively tune, I could see
Frederick's hand caress Alice's lovely bottom over her flowing
silk dress. A blush spread across her cheek and she raised her
hand to slap his face - yet I could see her slap was more like a
caress. Even so, she moved his hand from her bottom to her hip.
But Frederick continued to press his suit, darting forward to kiss
her lips. She let his kiss linger a moment before pulling away in
confusion and going to the table for a sip of champagne.

I stepped up and took over the dance. And as Frederick put his
hand around me, you can be sure I did not reject any of his
advances. Tipping my head up I invited him to kiss me, and he
darted his tongue into my willing mouth. Alice was watching us,
her lips slightly parted in an excess of passion. Filled with erotic
excitement myself, I felt bold and rude, and my fingers went to
Frederick's trousers and nimbly let free his engorged penis. His
manly cock pressed up against my silk dress, its purple head
already leaking the clear liquid the presages coition. I dandled
my fingers over the lovely instrument, lifting a drop of the liquid
to my lips, making sure Alice saw I poked out my tongue to taste
it. Ah, how her eyes sparkled at the illicit sight!

I could not let Frederick spend with the aunt so nearby (despite
her back being to us), so I tucked his pego back in his trousers,
broke away from him and opened my arms to beckon Alice to
take a turn with me. We had of course had many dancing lessons
at school, and as there were no boys there girl danced with girl,
taking turns at the male part. As she came to my embrace, I
glanced at the aunt to make sure she continued unaware of our
little games. Pressing my lips to dear Alice's, I pushed my tongue
into her mouth, my hand ranging over her dress, first on her
lovely bottom and then her dear pussey. She pressed against me
amorously as I whispered in her ear, "Is not your brother fine and
handsome tonight? And his sweet pego ready to please? Dear
Alice, shall we share him after we have retired? Say you will, my
love!"

It amused me that Alice, usually so bold and provocative in
matters of love, should blush like the greenest maiden at these
words. How oddly our scruples can govern us! But I could see
my words were having an effect. I kept caressing her as we
danced, doing all I could to stoke her passions and overcome her
reluctance to let her brother fuck her.

Ah, I played quite the temptress that evening, dancing with
brother and sister in turn, stroking and touching them to keep
their passions high. Frederick was naturally complicit with my
endeavours, kissing and rubbing his sister each time they danced.
I made sure we were all well-plied with fizz so that by the time
the aunt suggested we retire, all three of us were at the very peak
of erotic anticipation.

We went to our respective bedrooms to change, and then I
slipped into Alice's chamber, taking her into my arms to renew
my passionate kisses all over her pretty face, caressing her
bubbies under her silk night-gown as I did so.

"Let me take you to Frederick, dearest Alice" I whispered. "He is
dying to be in you, you would not disappoint him, would you?"
Alice, her tongue in my mouth, gave an erotic moan at this but
said nothing. I took her by the hand and she did not resist as I led
her to Frederick's room, our naked feet tip-toeing as quiet as
possible down the hallway. Opening his door we found his room
well lit and him naked on his bed, slowly handling his shaft.
Despite having seen his penis many times before, Alice blushed
at the sight, for she knew he meant to use it on her.

"Dearest sister!" said Frederick, "Come lie by me and let us
caress each other's charms." I led Alice to the bed as Frederick
sat up and took her in his arms, embracing her and rapturously
pressing his lips over hers. Pushing deep into her mouth, he
began to lick and suck her tongue. She was all atremble but I
began to cover her back with kisses and caress her bubbies so
that the erotic desire should overcome what was left of her
scruples against committing the crime of incest with her brother.
So it proved; she became hotter and more eager, returning her
brother's passion with greater readiness.

"Take his pego in your hand," I whispered in her ear; she did so.
"Take him in your mouth, dear Alice" I whispered; she did so.
The sight of it was most erotic to my senses, seeing the sister
lovingly sucking her brother's noble cock. I began to kiss
Frederick as his sister continued her work. He broke away to lift
my nightdress over my head and kiss my bubbies. I arched my
neck in pleasure, intoxicated at the delicious sight that was
unfolding before me - ah, this beautiful brother and sister
becoming lovers!

I wanted to see the final consummation of this illicit passion and
took Alice's hand. She looked up from her brother's randy penis
and I stooped down to kiss her, our tongues mingling saliva as
the musky taste of Frederick's cock percolated into my mouth.

"Now for the final stroke of love, dearest Alice," I said to her. "I
want to see you mount him."

Alice felt one last twinge of morality - "But he is my brother - it
would be incest - so wrong."

"Pleasure is never wrong, dearest love, as long as all parties are
willing. And you know that at Fred's birthday, Abigail Vavasour
fucked her brother Charlie and she told me it gave her the
greatest delight? There is no shame, my dear. Brother and sister,
father and daughter, mother and son, boy and man, boy and boy,
boy and girl, girl and man and oh - every combination, every act
- all is good, my Alice, all is delight."

Fred added his voice to my appeal. "Dear sister, what Beatrice
says is true, for Charlie told me he thought he had fucked Abigail
that glorious evening. And I know from my correspondence with
him since then that he and she have become confirmed lovers.
They fuck regularly and, believe me, they enjoy it to the utmost.
Later, I will show you Charlie's letter as proof. It is a most racy
read, and it will surely pique your salacious nature."

I took Alice by the hand and had her stand. I directed her to
climb onto the bed and straddle her brother. His cock stood up
stiff and hard as marble. I had a quick suck at Alice's cunny,
adding my saliva to the juices of love already flowing freely
from her. Taking Frederick's noble tool in my fingers, I held it to
her pussey. "Let him in, dear, let him in," I said. Alice, her face
suffused with blushes, began to bear down on her brother. I
watched in delight as his eager penis slid into her. Alice gave a
deep sigh of pleasure as, for the first time, she was filled with her
brother's cock.

Slowly she began to move up and down on him, quietly moaning
in delight. "Dear brother, dear Fred, it is so wrong, so wrong but
yet delicious... Oh, Fred, I have indeed dreamed of your lovely
cock in me but it was so wicked, how could I tell you?"

"Dearest sister," replied her delighted brother. "Why did you not
tell me? Do you not know I have wanted to fuck you ever since
your bubbies began to grow? And how envious I am that Willie
was your first fuck! How I would have loved to take your
maidenhead, my sister."

"Ah Fred, what a shame we did not act on our passions," she
replied. But then conversation ceased as Alice fell forward to
press her lips to her brother's, smothering his face in kisses,
licking him all about. Her saliva flowed freely and Fred gasped,
"Dear sister, spit into my mouth, the idea of sharing your saliva
somehow maddens me."

As brother and sister descended deeper into their forbidden
passion, I kneeled on the end of the bed, behind Alice. I applied
my eager tongue to her bottom-hole and pussey as Fred thrust his
cock in and out of her. I did not neglect Fred either, licking his
shaft as he fucked his sister, and running my tongue over his
balls. I could tell by the increasing pace of their movements that
the crisis was fast approaching. A wicked idea seized me; I leaned
forward and took Alice under the chin, turning her mouth to me
for a deep kiss, and as our tongues mingled I inserted my index
finger into her fundament and whispered, "You do have another
virginity you could give to your brother, dear."

This salacious idea excited brother and sister so much that it
brought on the crisis directly. Fred let out a deep gasp as he
began to spend, shooting his balm of love into his loving sister's
cunny. The throbbing of the shaft and hot jets of sperm brought
about her own spend and her back arched against me,
compressing my little breasts, as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I
reached down to manipulate her swollen clitoris as she spent,
kissing her neck and running my tongue into her ear as I did so.
Her spend done, she fell forward onto her loving brother's chest,
her hair tousled and a patina of sweat all across her tender young
body. As she lay panting on top of Fred, I once more caressed
her from behind, licking the mixed juices of their love from her
pussey.

"Oh, cease, Beatrice dear, cease, I am too tender," begged Alice.
"Then clench your sweet cunny a little, dear, to expel the fruits
of love so that I may enjoy them." Alice did so and as her
brother's sperm dripped from her well-fucked vagina I licked it
up eagerly. After that I crawled back up the bed and all three of
us joined lips and tongues in a lingering mutual kiss. Leaning
against the wall I said, "And do you think incest so bad, now, my
Alice?"

Despite the passion with which she and her brother had loved
each other, she blushed again. But she owned that the experience
had indeed been delightful. "And now Fred must give you a taste
of the same pleasure, my Beatrice" said she.

"He shall indeed," I agreed. "But let us rest a while, drink a little
champagne, and have a look at Charlie's letter of which you
spoke, Frederick."

Alice poured the fizz while Fred took the letter from its hiding
place (in Bowdler's Family Shakspeare) and, unfolding it, began
to read to us.



Charlie Vavasour's Letter

H-------d Castle, Yorkshire
February 1, 18--

My dear Frederick,

You will forgive me for not writing to you since our revels at
your birthday party on New Year's Day, for you can be sure it
has not been far from my mind. When you next see Lady
Beatrice, pass on my fond affections to her - my God! six times
that little minx made me spend. She may have had the only
unfledged cunny of the assembly, but she fucked as if born to it -
I hope, dear Fred, you were able to enjoy her charms over the rest
of that festive season.

You will recall that I told you I thought I had fucked my sister in
the mêlée, though I could not be sure - yet it was the mere
suspicion that it was she who I was inside which let me achieve
another spend, something I thought not possible after my cavort
with Beatrice. That story pleased you, did it not? - for it gave
you quite the cockstand, which I was pleased to relieve for you.
And did not I draw from you not merely a delicious spend, but
also the admission you were desirous of your own sister? Ah,
you rogue!

Have you had her yet, Fred? In this letter it is my purpose to urge
you to make the attempt, for I can tell you I had a little tête-à-tête
with my charming sister and that dear girl admitted she had
indeed been my partner at your birthday revel. She was
shamefaced as she said it, thinking I might despise her for her
wicked ways. Not so! Her admission caused a swelling in my
breeches that she could not miss. "Oh, Sir, the confession excites
you, does it?" said she.

I admitted that it did, and drawing her to me for a kiss that was
far from brotherly, I begged her to be my partner again - this time
with the benefit of illumination that I might enjoy her sweet
charms to the full. Of course I had seen her quite naked at your
party, dear Fred, yet at that time my erotic feelings towards her
had not yet awoken. But now, as she eagerly tipped tongues with
me and I began to unhook her dress to reveal her bubbies to my
excited gaze, my feelings were of a very different tenor.

In a trice I had her naked and then she set to denuding me of
every stitch of clothing. As my cock reared up before her at full
stand, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. The
sight of it was nearly enough to make me spend at once, and so
after just a very little sucking I withdrew my cock from her
mouth. Taking her hand to draw her to her feet, I led her to the
bed in the inner sanctum of her boudoir (where our interview
took place). I knew that none of our many servants would dare
enter the outer room without knocking, let alone the inner
chamber; and so not only were we quite free from fear of
surprise, but also there was little chance of any sound of our
impending bout being overheard.

Dear Fred, perhaps I am partial as she is my sister, but as I led her
to her bed it seemed to me I had Aphrodite herself by the hand -
the pouting lips, the glistening eyes, the pearly teeth, the fine
swell of her proud bubbies, the milk-white skin, the smooth
belly, the sweet, soft dark hair between her long, slender legs, the
callipygian delights behind - what a perfect vision of beauty!

Clasping her in my arms once more, I kissed her with all my
passion and then laid her down on her bed. I proceeded to cover
her whole body with kisses, down her neck and over her breasts,
where naturally I lingered awhile, kissing her nipples to yet
greeter stiffness and causing her to writhe and wriggle beneath
me. I moved on, across her belly and towards the true target of
love, the mons veneris - ah - her delightful cunny! The contrast
of her fine black hair and the vermillion of her cleft was a
delight. I felt as if I could devour her, and I plunged my eager
tongue within.

But she was no passive partner. "Turn yourself about on me,
Charlie," said she, "that I may caress you as you caress me."
Easily done, and now she took my raging cock in her mouth as I
set to on her cunny. It was not many moments before I reached
the crisis and fired my juice into her mouth. Working my tongue
on her clitoris she spent a few moments later whereafter we
cuddled and kissed in each other's arms in the delicious languor
of satiated love.

There was something so stimulating about being in my sister's
bed, with her naked beside me. Soon enough my cock rose again
and there was nothing for it now but that I must have her. Laying
over her I guided my ready prick into her waiting cunny; how
she sighed to feel me enter her. As I plunged in and out of her I
first kissed her mouth and then her bubbies, as she murmured,
"Yes, Charlie, dear brother, push on, push on."

To vary the fun I then had her sit atop and ride a St. George on
me. How delightful it was to see the lips of her cunny cling to my
shaft as she rode me. Then I had a fancy to take her from behind,
as the bull mounts the cow; and this seemed to yield a whole new
sensation on my shaft as my angle of attack changed. Add to that
the charming sight of her wrinkled little arsehole (to which I
applied a finger) now exposed to my lascivious gaze and it is no
wonder that I could hold back no longer, positively slamming
my belly into her buttocks as I fired my spend into her.

My dear Fred, I must expatiate on the delights of incest! A young
man cannot walk out with a young lady unless she is his
betrothed without exciting comment of the most negative kind;
yet if that young man walks out with his sister, then all regard it
as a most wholesome and natural thing. And therein lies the
glory; for Abigail and I have been spending much time together
and our fond and foolish parents take delight in how we care for
each other. How little idea they have that whenever we are alone,
and sure not to be surprized, then we behave in the most
passionate and indecent fashion, glorying in each other's flesh.
She is Hera and I am indeed Zeus when I fuck her!

We have fucked in the gazebo, the boathouse, her bed, my bed
and even in the bath (though that took some manoeuvring so that
the servants should not suspect anything amiss); she even sucked
me to a spend in the carriage as we rode to church last week - and
as we sat through Vicar Menteath's somewhat dry sermon she
placed my cape over my lap, unbuttoned my trousers, and
frigged me to another glorious emission. It was all I could do to
keep my composure as I spouted all over her hand, but I
managed it so that no one noticed, even having the presence of
mind to take my kerchief from my pocket to wipe her fingers
clean.

The Bible tells us that "Though hand join in hand ... the seed of
the righteous shall be delivered" - well, did we not give that verse
a new meaning when Abigail shook Menteath's hand as we left
the church! You will smile, Frederick, to learn that the worthy
cleric even raised her hand to his lips, little suspecting it was
besmirched with the dried remains of my illicit lusts.

I assure you, Fred, that had I seen Abigail then as I see her now,
young Bucktown would most certainly not have been her first
lover; I should have made her mine long ago.

Open as my eyes now are to the opportunities that lie in taking
liberties with one's own sisters, Fred, I can tell you that my
designs increasingly turn towards my other sister Dora. She is
just past her twelfth year, and her bubbies are beginning to grow.
As I no longer have any secrets from Abigail, I have told her my
thoughts and she is enchanted by the idea of it. She has promised
to initiate little Dora into the joys of tribadism and so prepare her
for my suit. The thought of it makes my cock stand as I write
these words, and you may look for another letter from me soon
to apprise you of Abigail's success - and I hope, my own attack
on Dora's virginity soon thereafter.

I shall close now, for Abigail has just come into my study and
even now is unbuttoning me. Let me urge you once more, dear
Fred, to make an attempt on the lovely Alice; your sister is a
randy and lecherous girl and I am sure you could initiate her into
the ways of sibling love.

Be sure to write to me should you attain that delightful girl, and
be equally sure to burn this letter after reading; you know my
family's position in society and we can afford no hint of scandal.

With warmest affection,

Charlie.


***

You may wonder, dear Walter, how it is that I am able to
reproduce this letter. I will tell you. I took the missive from
Frederick, saying that it should be burned as requested, and that I
would do so. But it was so stimulating that I was reluctant to
consign it to the flames. And so I wrote to Charlie, asking him if
I might keep it, promising on my honour that it should never be
revealed. Charlie gave his permission and that was the start of a
correspondence between us that persists to this day.

We were often lovers, and I can tell you that he did indeed
succeed in seducing his younger sister. I frolicked with Dora
myself, and had the tale from her own lips of how Abigail first
initiated her into the pleasure that one girl may take in another,
and then how Charlie tutored her in all the ways of coition. It
was a most racy tale, all the more erotic coming from a sweet
blushing twelve-year-old girl, and perhaps I shall recount it for
you hereafter, if I can find the energy. There is also the little tale
of the time Charlie, Abigail and Dora were engaged in mutual
caresses and were surprized by the younger brother, Alfred, an
angelic ten-year-old, and a fine adventure came of that. Sweet
Walter, my life has not been long, but it has been full.

Charlie would have married me, had he been free to choose; but
such is the status of his family he had to make a political
marriage. That is one of the reasons he is already becoming a man
of power and influence. His exalted position has let him indulge
in the widest and most debauched range of erotic adventures, and
he has shared many of these with me. His role with the
diplomatic service, for example, has led him on some very
memorable frolics in Canton. After my death you will find these
letters secure in my vault. Read them, dear Walter, and then burn
them (as I have, after so many years, burned the letter I
transcribed above); for I could not rest peaceful in my grave did I
think these salacious escapades should come to public attention.
It should quite ruin Charlie and many other members of high
society too. I know I can trust in your integrity, my beloved.

And so let us return to the night Fred first fucked his sweet sister.

Refreshed by a bumper of fizz and Alice's sweet kisses about my
face and person, I took Fred's cock in my hand, already at half-
mast witnessing his sister's caresses upon me (and as I have often
observed, the sight of two women together maddens many a man
with lust, no matter how spent he may feel.) I took him in my
mouth to bring him to full stiffness and then I straddled over him
and eased his cock into my snug harbour. Alice tried to heighten
my pleasure by running a finger into my bottom-hole, but with
Fred's fine tool filling my pussey there was some pain.

"Cease awhile, dear Alice," I begged her. "And bring your pussey
to Fred's mouth so that he may pleasure you." Nothing loth,
Alice climbed over her brother and brought her pussey to his
mouth. As he delightedly gamahuched her, she leaned forward to
kiss me. We sucked tongues most delightedly and soon I spent
copiously. I felt Fred was about to pour his libation into my
loving pussey, but I had another plan for the coup de grâce.

I let his loving tool slip from my pussey, and, after giving it a
kiss and darting my tongue into the little orifice at the top, I said,
"Now, Fred, Willie took her first virginity, but she has one more
to give, and I mean to see you take it." Fred's cock positively
twitched at this, and Alice gave a sigh of mixed alarm and desire.

"Let me see you work on her in the traditional way to stir up her
passions," I said to Fred.

"I suppose I must be on my hands and knees," said Alice. She
thrust her bottom in the air, and I guided Frederick into her
cunny. As he began his work, I applied my eager tongue to her
arsehole, alternating with one finger and then two to loosen the
way.

As Alice, her face pressed into the pillow, moaned in growing
frenzy, I thought of my fuck with Willie on the little island and
his advice about profane vocabulary. My blood was up and I felt
no hesitation. "Now, dear Fred, while your cock is as hard as
marble, let us proceed. I want to see you slide it into your dear
sister's arsehole. How about that, dear Alice? Are you ready to
be buggered by your brother? I am agog to see it, beloved, Fred's
lovely tool sliding deep into your bowels. I shall withdraw my
fingers from your arsehole and put him to it."

Doing just as I said, I guided the head of Frederick's penis to his
sister's bottom-hole. "Push on, Fred, fuck her little bunghole!
Yours will be the first penis she has taken by the nether route.
How about that? Does it not delight you, to bugger your sister? It
is the most depraved act, is it not? Incest and sodomy, and
perpetrated on a girl who is little more than a child!" I could see
my erotic dialogue was having the effect I sought. Fred's eyes
glowed with pleasure as he slowly eased his rigid penis into his
sister's tight bum-hole.

Alice began to whimper a little at the novel intrusion, gasping as
her brother's cock stretched her tight sphincter. I put my lips to
her ear and whispered, "Courage, my dear, courage, the pain will
pass off soon - and you do want him in you, do you not? Your
own brother's cock deep in your bowels, that's your desire, yes,
to be fucked then buggered and fucked again. I would love to
have him in my own arsehole but I am too tight. It's a sign you
have the more venereal nature, my dear. Ah, see, now he is
almost fully sheathed in you, how does it feel?" Alice could do
nothing but groan, her breath coming in deep puffs.

I gave her a loving kiss and then wriggled my way under her
haunches, rotating myself so that I could plunge my tongue into
her cunny, its lips somewhat distended by the presence of Fred's
cock in her anal passage. I kissed and sucked her dear clitoris,
lifting her passions to yet a new level. As she moaned I raised a
hand to Fred's shaft and motioned him to begin thrusting in and
out. Ah, how delicious it was, to gamahuche the sister as the
brother's noble cock slid in and out of the gaping sphincter.

"That's it Fred, fuck her, fuck her, yes, let her feel your fine cock
in her arse, oh, she likes being buggered, she likes being
buggered by her brother, brother and sister, such wicked incest!"

Fred could not contain his passion long under the onslaught of
my vulgar words and the tight grip of his sister's bottom-hole.
With a convulsive shudder he plunged his cock yet deeper into
her bowels, and I could see the vein on the underside throb and
swell as he fired hot jets of sperm into her clutching bottom. I
redoubled my attack on her engorged clitoris and she began to
spend while Fred was still firing into her. "Oh - oh - oh" she said
(yelped, rather) - "That's it Fred, I can feel you spurting inside
me, oh, fill me up, how delicious to have your cock violating my
anus, dearest brother!"

Fred's cock, its work done for the while, began to soften and
soon the tight elastic sphincter of his sister's arsehole squeezed
him out. As his penis withdrew from its lovely sheath, a gush of
sperm followed, dribbling down onto my forehead. When I felt
the first drops on my forehead, I craned my neck up, bringing my
head back so that I could catch the remaining drops in my mouth,
swallowing the mix of Fred's semen and Alice's inner secretions
with gusto. That dear girl got off her hands and knees and,
flinging her hands round her brother, kissed him warmly. "Dear
Fred, it was agony at first but when the pain passed off it was
sheer delight. You may have me that way whenever you please,
dear brother!"

Not to neglect me, Alice beckoned me into her arms, kissing me
with great delight and even licking the up the drops of sperm
about my hair and forehead. "How bad you are, Beatrice, to
tempt me into incest and to take Fred's cock in my bottom-hole,"
said she, continuing to cover me in loving kisses. "I think I
should punish you for it, but after all it was a delight in the end."

Breaking her kiss, Alice nimbly jumped off the bed and
withdrew the chamber pot from under it. "I must use this in a
necessary way," said she. "Fred, you served too much fizz!"

"I saw it go in, and now I shall see it come out," said Frederick,
lying down on the floor as his sister squatted over the pot.

Alice blushed, and said "Fred, how bad you are! But now we are
free with each other, I do not mind you watching." Then she
began to fire her hot piss into the bowl and as the yellow stream
splashed and gurgled Fred held his fingers in the flow.

"How good it is to see you piss, sweet sister" said he. As her flow
tapered off he put his fingers to his mouth to taste his sister's
urine before licking off the drops that sparkled about her pubic
hair.

The hour was growing late and we were sated with passion, and
so Alice and I repaired to our rooms; but soon after I had put my
light out I heard my door open and Alice crept into the room and
into my bed. "Dear Beatrice, I am too excited to sleep, I must
spend the rest of the night with you. And we need not worry if
Mary happens to enter in the morning, for she has no
imagination at all. She will only see two little girls who are close
friends and quite innocent of the serious business of love."

What I could not see in the dark was that she had a rod of birch
twigs in her hand. You may imagine my surprise, as I lay on my
bed, my bottom thrust in the air at her instruction (telling me that
she wished to caress me that way) I felt not her tongue but the
sharp blow of the rod. I yelped in surprise and alarm and all of a
sudden I felt her fingers about my mouth, stuffing something
therein to keep me quiet.

"My stocking shall keep you quiet, Miss!" said she. "You bad
girl, to have Master Frederick outrage my bottom so. You must
be punished for it." She whacked away with such a will that I
thought she might draw blood, and had she not filled my mouth
with that piece of fragrant silk I should have quite yelled out.

I let her have her will on me and after a few more thrashes she
seemed satisfied. Pulling me to her and kissing me with ardour,
she said, "There now, that is enough punishment. Let us engage
in more loving touches, my dear." Reversing upon me, she
applied her mouth to my pussey and I was not behindhand in
tasting her treasure. She played with my bottom-hole too, but
while she could only get one finger inside me without pain, I
could get three of mine into her. Soon we both sighed in pleasure
and spent mutually. She wiped both our pussies dry with the silk
stocking. Then, cuddled in each other's arms we drifted into a
satisfied sleep.

We were woken by Mary coming into the room to make the
beds, for it was mid-morning and she expected us to be up and
about. And just as Alice had predicted, she saw nothing wrong
with two little girls tucked up in bed together, for in her eyes we
were just children. "Ah, Mary, we were telling each other ghost
stories last night and I became so scared that an ogre would stick
his sword in me, I had to sleep with Beatrice," Alice explained.

It was a stroke of luck that Alice's birch rod and the silk
stocking, soiled with the juices of our night's love, were hidden
beneath the blankets else I do not know what Mary would have
thought. But disaster was avoided. Alice dismissed the maid and
we set about dressing, and you will not be surprized to hear we
exchanged a few loving touches as we did so.

For that day's diversions I came up with the idea that we should
recite passages from the Shakspeare in Frederick's room. Bidding
him get the book, we took turns in giving some of the more
famed speeches. Alice turned out to excel at the pastime, able to
produce the most impressive range of voices. If you had your
eyes shut, you would have sworn that Ophelia and Perdita were
spoken by different girls - the former refined and elegant, the
latter rustic but filled with simple honesty. Fred and I took our
turns, and even the parents joined in, but the crown went to
Alice. She told me later that she had often played with the
children of the servants when she was younger and had learned
to mimic a wide range of voices.

Fred and Alice went for a long walk in the grounds towards dusk
and when they returned both were glowing with more than the
effects of a perambulation. As Alice gave me a chaste kiss of
greeting on the cheek (for there were several servants in
attendance) she whispered in my ear, "The narrower gate of
paradise is easier to get through once you know the way."

After dinner we played faro, inviting several of the older staff to
join in since the aunt was present and there would be no
opportunity for any indecencies. As we retired for the night Alice
took me to one side and said in a low voice, "Dear, I have a head-
ache and I am a little sore behind, so you shall have Frederick to
yourself if you are in the mood for a romp."

Naturally I went to Fred's room and we enjoyed a slow,
languorous fuck. Fred explained that he wanted to maintain some
of his energies for Lucy's return the next day and so we did not
attain the heights of lubricity we had achieved the night before.
But before I left Fred's room he asked me to make water for him,
which I did. I then held his cock as he urinated and even licked
up the drops from his shaft when the stream ended. I was indeed
feeling an increasing willingness for this intimate display and it
made me desirous of another turn with Fred; but he would save
his powers for his Lucy, and so I returned to my chamber still in
an excited mood. But Alice too was hors d'combat and so needs
must I sleep with passions still burning.

The parents returned the next day, as did Lucy, and so the house
was once again full of life. Fred made his assignation with Lucy
and Alice told me she too had made a compact with Mr. William
to spend that night in his room. I was of course happy for their
impending delight, but where should I find satisfaction?

The answer did not take long to occur to me; Mr. Marchmont.
The butler's tale had made clear his penchant for younger
partners and though he had so far taken a properly formal
attitude to me I was confident I could draw him out. He was, I
knew, a keen amateur botanist and was proud of his collection of
specimens from around the dominions. He liked to talk about
this and so I prevailed upon him for a lecture. He agreed to the
appointment and bid me meet him there a few hours hence. I
gave some thought to how best make my attack upon him. I had a
Garibaldi shirt in my wardrobe, a style that had just come in. It
showed my developing figure off to good effect and if I did not
button it fully it would give him a peep at my little breasts. I
chose the sheerest silk stockings I had, to show my legs at their
best, and no drawers so that I might have a chance to crouch
down and expose my cunny.

Mr. Marchmont was waiting for me in the hothouse and began to
discuss his collection. Had I been less heated (an effect increased
by the moist warmth of our surroundings) this might have had
some interest. But my goal was pleasure, not learning. As Mr.
Marchmont pointed out this plant and that, I leant down to
inspect his treasures, hoping he should take a glance at mine. But
he seemed wholly oblivious to my strategy.

There was an orange tree in the glasshouse, and it had been
trained in growing so that its trunk formed a kind of bench. I sat
upon this bench carelessly holding my legs apart. And, again -
nothing! There was perhaps a twitch in his breeches as he saw my
little nook, yet hardly more than a stir. My dear Walter, it was
one of the few times in my life I had failed in a seduction. Most
puzzling! I knew he had a taste for the young cunny and here was
a young cunny for him; we were unlikely to be surprized and
could enjoy a frolic. But he made no attempt, not even placing a
hand upon me.

I was most piqued. I am sure that there was a pout on my face as I
left the glasshouse, where Mr. Marchmont continued to fuss over
his plants. To whom could I turn for satisfaction now?

Ah, sometimes satisfaction comes from an unlooked for quarter!
Early that evening Mrs. Marchmont sent her personal maid,
Betty, to me to request an interview in her boudoir. Betty took
me to the door, knocked, and retired. I entered. I had not been in
this room before or indeed this corridor of the house. The room
was sumptuously decorated and hung with paintings that I
assumed to be former generations of Marchmonts. Long curtains
in green velvet hung over the windows, with sofas to the side and
a large chaise longue also in deepest green. The door to the inner
chamber was closed, and Mrs Marchmont sat at a fine escritoire,
in the Queen Anne style, writing a letter. She looked up upon my
entry.

"Ah, Lady Beatrice" she said, a rather severe expression on her
face, and bid me stand in front of her. I was a little alarmed by
this. The family knew I preferred not to use the honorific. Was I
to be punished? Had she learned of my debauches with her
children?

"Lady Beatrice," she said again, "We must have a delicate
conversation." Seeing the alarm on my face, her expression
softened a little. "Do not be alarmed," she said. "It is simply that
what I have to say is a little awkward. Come closer, to my side of
the desk." I did so and she took my hands in hers. "Beatrice, you
are becoming a young woman now, and perhaps you are not
aware of the new obligations this brings to a lady. My dear, your
shirt is certainly a fine-looking garment, but you must
understand the need to button it properly."

I feigned not to understand her meaning, obliging her to explain
more clearly. "I noticed earlier today when you bent to pick up a
book you dropped that you quite exposed yourself - your
breasts, I mean, dear" - here she blushed a little - "and that is not
proper at all. Of course between we women it is not such a bad
thing, but you must think of Frederick and the male servants -
and even Mr. Marchmont. You know nothing of the ways of
love yet, but when a man sees such sights he may become
enflamed and that would put you at risk. You must remember
propriety and modesty."

As she said this she let go my hands and began to fasten the
upper buttons of the offending garment. As she did so, her hands
brushed across my little breasts, bring my nipples to attention.
Mrs. Marchmont noticed the hard little nubbins outlined against
the fabric and, it seemed to me, she gave a little start and
squeezed her legs together.

Still playing the innocent ninny, I said "It is the first time I have
worn the shirt, so I am not familiar with it. But let me try as if I
were dressing in the morning." So saying, I began to unbutton
the shirt as if to practice closing it properly.

"Beatrice - I don't think..." began Mrs. Marchmont, but in a trice
my nimble fingers had the shirt unbuttoned and opened,
revealing my swelling breasts to her gaze. Her face flushed red in
earnest, and I had no doubt but that she was stimulated. Her eyes
were riveted on my bubbies and her eyes positively flashed fire.
Now was the time for me to take action before she came to her
senses and told me to dress. I took her hands in mine and placed
them over my breasts. "Sometimes I feel so strange here," I said.
"And when I touch them, I get such an odd, tingling feel all over
that I wonder what is happening to me. I even imagine someone
caressing me... and perhaps you caressing me now - oh, is that
terribly wrong, dear Mrs. Marchmont?"

She was undone. I could tell by her more laboured breathing and
parted lips that she was growing overcome with desire. "Call me
Frances, dear," she said. "And would you truly like to be
caressed, even by one of your own sex?"

"Oh, more than anything, dear Frances," I said, looking directly
into her eyes.

"My sweet Beatrice!" exclaimed she, pulling me close to her and
pressing her mouth to mine. I pretended to be behindhand in the
ways of love, even though the sensation of my little bubbies
pushed up against her much more womanly breasts was driving
me mad with lust. I kept my lips closed until her tongue pushed
them apart and began to explore my mouth. Then I began to
mimick her action, locking my tongue with hers so that our
saliva mingled most delightfully.

Breaking away from her for a moment I said, "Frances, your
bubbies are so much bigger than mine, I must see them!" So
saying I eased off her gown and reached behind her to unlace her
corset. As I did so she thrust her tongue into my mouth again,
and placed her hands on my buttocks, giving them a most
delightful squeeze. Then she helped me ease off the corset so that
her lovely breasts were exposed to my view. I cupped them both
in my hands, revelling in their pleasing weight, so much heavier
than my little buds. I had to devour them, covering each in kisses
and saliva and making Mrs. Marchmont - Frances - sigh in
delight. Now her fingers were at my skirt and soon it dropped to
the floor, leaving me just in my stockings. "No drawers!"
exclaimed Frances. "Oh, my bad little one, that is not proper now
that you are becoming a young lady."

Again she clutched me to her fondly, her hands now on my
naked bottom and her tongue in my mouth. "Lie on the chaise-
longue, dearest," said she. "I must give you the caresses you have
so been longing before." Light on my feet I dashed to it, as
Frances stood, letting fall her skirts so that she too was in a
glorious state of nudity. Such a profusion of hair she had
between her legs, what a contrast to my own almost bare little
plaything! Frances first locked the door to the room - "For we
must not be disturbed in what is about to happen, dear" - and
then knelt down by the chaise longue. "My darling, you must tell
no-one about this, for it is a dangerous game."

"Oh, do caress me, Frances, you may be sure I shall keep the
secret." Once more the older woman pressed her mouth to mine,
her hand reaching to my excited pussey as she did so. She then
brought her skilful mouth to my breasts, making me arch my
back in delight as she licked my nipples to yet greater attention.
Her finger explored my heated pussey and she started a little as
she found herself able to slide three fingers in. "Dear puss, have
you been playing here? You surely are too young to have let a
man ruin you, darling?"

"Dear Frances, as I shall keep this secret so I must keep the
secrets of another, but be assured nothing has taken place against
my will." This seemed to satisfy her somewhat, and she replaced
her finger with her eager tongue. How my pussey glowed as her
tongue and lips played about the heated parts! I clutched her
head in delight, my fingers twining in her hair. "Ah, Frances,
dear Frances, Frances, that's so wonderful, that's the way, oh,
your sweet caresses... I am melting in desire, lick me, kiss and
caress me!" Under the ministrations of her nimble tongue I soon
spent in the greatest delight. Frances took her lips from my
cunny and pressed her mouth to mine once again. I revelled in
the taste of my cunt on her tongue as we kissed.

"Little fox," said she. "I begin to think you are not the innocent I
imagined. But I will not ask you to betray a confidence, and I
will tell you that when I was fourteen, just a little older than you,
one of the maids introduced me to all the pleasures one girl may
give another. But we were found out; she was dismissed and I
was whipped. It has been many years since I indulged in the act,
and it is a great joy to practice the arts of Sapphic love on you."

Kissing her fondly, I said, "And now I will practice the art upon
you, sweet Frances. Let us swap places for the experiment." I
stood and she took my place, reclining luxuriously on the chaise
longue; ah, I fancied the Venus of Urbino had come to life before
me. I covered her face in kisses, dashing my tongue into her
mouth, nibbling her lips and then kissing the hollow of her neck.
Her full sweet breasts now demanded my attention. "So fine!" I
whispered. Taking a nipple in my mouth I was delighted to feel it
swell and stiffen. I caressed her lovely breasts, again marvelling
at their bounteous fullness compared to my small bubbies.

"Lower, dear Beatrice, go lower," breathed Frances. I was of
course the willing lover, kissing down her belly and to her
gloriously-haired cunt, so much more bushy and luxuriant than
that of her daughter which I knew so well. I kissed all over the
hairy forest, delighting in her intimate scent, more powerful than
that of Alice and indeed Lucy. Applying my lips and tongue to
the crack, I found her positively running with moisture, such was
her excitement. Her pussey lips seemed to gape open in pleasure
and she begged me to enter her with first one finger, then two and
three. I did so, while still using my mouth on her. Her clitoris
was greatly more developed than mine, standing tall and proud. I
wanted to add still further to her delight and so I taking my
fingers from her pussey, now well-coated in her essence, I eased
my index finger into her wrinkled little arsehole. "Oh, dear
Beatrice, how wanton! How can you be so young, look so
innocent, yet know such tricks?"

Ah, indeed I could have devoured her, so glorious was her body
to me. I almost wished I were a man so that I could get deeper
into that delightful cunt from which both Frederick and Alice
had emerged years before. Thinking that I was about the cunt of
the mother and had also enjoyed the pussey of the daughter and
cock of the son that came from that same passage greatly added
to my salacious enjoyment. As I eased a second finger into her
fundament she spent in ecstasy, almost drenching me in her
liquor. You may be sure I lapped up as much of it as I could,
before wriggling my body up over hears to seek a loving kiss.
Lying over her, feeling her breasts against my body, her hands on
my buttocks and her tongue in my mouth, I spent again without
her even touching my pussey.

Tenderly I lay in her arms. "Dear Beatrice, sweet Beatrice," she
said as she gently stroked my hair. So loving, warm and tender
was our embrace that I drifted into a perfect reverie for some
minutes. Frances started me from this with her caressing fingers
once more exploring my intimate parts. "Shall we delight in each
other again?" she whispered, kissing me tenderly. I agreed most
willingly, ready to revel in this fine woman's charms.

Rising from the chaise longue, she went to her desk, taking a
small bunch of keys from a drawer. Then she took me by the
hand, saying, "Let us go to my bedroom, dear child." Opening
the door, I saw a room somewhat more plainly decorated than the
outer chamber, with fine large windows through which the
setting sun shed its dwindling light. Frances lit several lamps to
add to the illumination. Then she went to a small chest by the
side of the bed, decorated with ivory and mother of pearl. "Come
and see, my love," said she as she selected a key from the bunch
and applied it to the lock. Sliding open the draw I was delighted
to see a dozen or fifteen godemiches in it, in a range of sizes.
"Little puss, you know what these are?" said she. I squeezed her
hand by way of affirmation.

"Mr. Marchmont comes to my bed but seldom," she explained,
"and so I have this collection to pleasure myself - to pleasure us
both, indeed." Giving me a luscious kiss, she settled on the bed
and bid me straddle my legs over her hips. Grasping me by the
shoulders she pulled me down and for several minutes more we
indulged in the most loving of kisses, her hands and fingers busy
about my breasts, cunny and bottom as we played. But this did
not admit of me having my full share of the fun, and so I nimbly
reversed my position so that I could apply my mouth to her cunt
while she did the same service for me.

She slid a finger into my pussey to moisten it well and then
inserted it into my smaller orifice. "So warm here, little one" said
she. I applied my tongue to her nether hole, thrusting it well in.
"Dear, use this on me there," said Frances, handing me a long,
thin godemiche. I once more licked her arsehole to ensure it was
well moistened, and then eased the instrument inside her. She
took another one, this of shorter and fatter design, and worked it
into my longing cunny. I exhaled in pleasure at this new
intrusion, and so we went on, my tongue about her cunt and
working the dildo well in her fundament, and her finger easing in
and out of my tight little anus while she worked her little toy in
and out of my pussey. Indeed it felt delightful, so much firmer
and more rigid than the stuffed leather finger Alice had so often
used on me.

I resolved to prevail on Frances to lend me one of her wicked
toys for my personal use - but my true plan was to use it on
Alice. Ah, the thought of using the mother's dildo on the
daughter was erotically intoxicating. Then I thought of using it
on Master Frederick's arsehole. To use the mother's toy on the
daughter and son - it was such a wickedly delicious idea that I
spent at once, delivering my tribute to Venus directly into
Frances' mouth. She, older and perhaps a little slower in her
passions, took longer to reach the peak of pleasure but I was
nothing loth to keep working at her pussey and anus, adding a
second godemiche to her cunny to partner the one in her bottom-
hole until she spent in glory.

I clambered back round so she could take me in her arms, and
once again we kissed and cuddled with great affection. "Dear
Beatrice, how happy you have made me!" said she. "We must
play again soon, but if you stay much longer you may be missed.
So let us dress and bring this delicious encounter to an end."

As we dressed I begged to borrow from her collection. "You may
select what you like, my dear," she replied. "But do be sure to
hide them well. It would not do for the servants to find you in
possession of such things." I promised I would be discreet and
made my choice - and, as you will readily guess, Walter, I chose
the two I had used on her so intimately. Dressed, and with my
prizes carefully hidden in the pocket of my dress, I left her room,
all aglow from this erotic adventure and the anticipation of
scandalous escapades to come.

My mood was quite light that evening, my former sulks banished
by the excitement of a new love. Both Frederick and Alice
remarked on my somewhat giddy disposition. I told neither the
secret of it, merely wishing them the greatest pleasure in their
encounter that evening.

Soon after I was in bed I heard Alice's door open and I heard her
pad off down the hall to make her rendezvous with Mr. William.
My mind filled with reveries of her mother's glorious body and
the next thing I knew I was awoken by the sun pouring through
the window. I heard Alice singing in her room, and slipping on a
gown, I went to greet her. She met me with a fond kiss. "How
was your night, dear?" I asked her.

"Ah, how good it was to be in Willie's strong arms again!" said
she. "He will always have a place in my heart, being the one who
first initiated me into the ways of love." She gave me a brief
account of their frolic, which I will repeat in her words.



End of Part 02/05