Date: Sat, 1 Jun 2019 12:51:50 +0200 (CEST)
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Subject: Lady Beatrice Pokingham, or, They All Do It (Victorian erotica, with previously unpublished material) 03 of 05

Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or They All Do It. (Victorian underground
erotica; with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [3/5]


Alice's Tale

I left my room when I thought the house was quiet, but as I crept
along the corridor I saw a light coming. I ducked into a little
alcove as my father walked by, no doubt doing a last check that
all was secure. My heart was beating in my chest lest I be
discovered, for what could I then say? But he saw me not, so all
was well. I slipped into Willie's room, to find him lying on his
bed, quite naked, his pego stiff already. The lamp was placed so
that it cast a shadow of his lovely cock on the wall, magnified
several times. "How would you like one that large?" jested
Willie.

"I love yours just the way it is," I declared, going on my knees
by the side of the bed and taking him in my mouth. This was
just a little preliminary toying for I wanted to feel him inside
me. I climbed up on the bed, first presenting my cunny to him so
he could moisten me well with saliva, just like the first time he
fucked me. Then I straddled him, full of delight as he penetrated
me, for as you know dear his cock is somewhat bigger than
Frederick's. As I began to ride him he lifted my nightdress off
me, "For I want to glory in your sweet little bubbies," said he.

I lifted myself so that the head of his cock protruded almost
wholly out of me, and then pushed down on him. This
stimulation soon brought on his crisis and he began to spend. I
had a fancy to see him shoot and so I held his spouting cock
against my pussey and the hot sperm jetted over my belly and
breasts, even to my chin. I fell forward, kissing him with
passion, smearing the sperm across both our bodies. As I had
not spent yet he bid me sit over his mouth so that he could
gamahuche me.

I began in the forward-facing position, my hands on his
shoulders for support, but after a few delightful moments of his
tongue working in me I turned round so that I could work his
pendent pego back to life. Caressing the shaft, nibbling the head
and tickling the balls soon woke the steed from its slumbers. I
shifted my position on his mouth a little, bringing my arsehole
to his tongue, sighing in delight as he began pushing the tip into
the sphincter. I am sure you can imagine my plan, dear Beatrice
- indeed yes, another taste of that obscene delight that Frederick
gave me. I was ready, and placed myself on hands and knees,
begging William to enter me. He did not take my hint, I fear, for
he took me in the more legitimate path of love; and indeed so
delicious was the feeling of his ready cock filling my pussey I
was tempted to enjoy the whole course so. But - no - I wanted
the more extreme delight - and so reaching behind me I took his
shaft in my fingers and directed the tip to my bottom-hole.
"Miss Alice, are you sure? You are delicately made there, and I
do not want to hurt you," he said.

"Push on, dear Willie," I replied. "Do you forget that when you
first fucked me the pain was no barrier to my seeking
fulfilment?"

Ah, to feel the big head of his cock push into my narrow tunnel,
indeed it stung and I felt quite queer. "Pause a while, Willie," I
asked the butler. I could feel my anus gaping wide, stretched by
the intruding instrument, but after a few moments the
discomfort eased. "Press on, my love," I instructed, and I felt his
belly against my buttocks as his cock glided fully into me. He
began to caress my clitoris and, as my amorous feelings grew,
slowly moved in and out of me.

"Ah, Miss Alice, your bottom is warm and loving and so
deliciously tight," said my lover. "Do you like my cock inside
you?" - I moaned an affirmative - "Of course you do," said he,
indulging in his penchant for obscene talk. "You like me
buggering you, little one, my cock in your sweet tight bottom-
hole. Just thirteen years old and you have had me in every
orifice of your body, what a bad little girl you are, so wicked!"
he murmured. His rude talk excited us both to higher passions -
"Ah, fuck, yes, fuck, bugger - bugger," grunted William but all I
could do was moan at the monster so nobly plunging in and out
of me.

"Let us try a different position," said William, withdrawing his
pego from me. "Sit in my lap, dear girl." I did so, facing him,
whereupon he placed his hands on my buttocks, spread them
wide, and once more eased his cock into my fundament.
Pressing his lips to mine with grand ardour, he gently lifted me
up and down on the probing instrument. Ah! Somehow his cock
seemed to reach even deeper into me in this position. Pushing
my torso a little away from him, he stooped to bring his mouth
to my bubbies, licking and kissing them in rapture. I spent in an
agony of delight and the contractions of my bowels thus
prompted brought Willie to the crisis as well. Dear Beatrice, I
swear I could feel each throb and spurt of his lovely penis as it
discharged its tribute to Venus deep into my loving bowels.
What a wonderful fuck - buggering, I should say - it was!

As Willie's cock softened, the contractions of my bottom
squeezed him out. I stooped to take the lovely author of my joys
into my mouth, all soiled and reeking as it was, embracing the
sheer depravity of the act. We cuddled and kissed in the lovely
afterglow of our delicious spending. Willie whispered in my ear,
"That is something the cock never does to the poor hens, little
Alice!" How I laughed at his little joke, dearest Beatrice. After a
little more kissing and toying I bade goodnight to my willing
lover and crept back to my bed, sleeping the sleep of the truly
just - those who have been well fucked!

***

Pressing me to her so our soft breasts rubbed at each other
through the silk of our night-gowns, Alice gave my bottom a
salacious squeeze and said, "And you have yet to have a cock
here, my dear... how I would like to see a man operate upon you
in that way." I blushed a little and called her a wicked minx, and
that brought our little t�te-�-t�te to an end.

The day proved to be a glorious one, and Frederick declared it
was perfect weather for a picnic. He made a pretence of inviting
his parents, and to his obvious pleasure they declined. Thus it
was that Old Adam drove our little party - being Alice and
Frederick, William and Lucy, and of course your loving
Beatrice. Fred directed the driver to take us to a hilltop about
three miles from the house, where we should eat and then enjoy
the walk home. Easily done; Adam took us to the spot and
helped us carry the blankets and hampers and other
accoutrements to a nearby forest clearing that Fred had chosen
for the meal. Frederick then dismissed the driver, reminding him
to return the next day to collect the various items for we did not
want to be encumbered in our peregrination back to the house.

The glade was indeed a lovely spot, surrounded by spreading
oaks dappled with sunlight. William laid the blankets and Lucy
prepared the food, and as we ate and drank we talked of
innocent things - Frederick of his progress at school, Lucy of
her recent trip home, Mr. William of his experiences in Biarritz
(his wholesome experiences, I mean you to understand) and so
on. But under this easy chatter ran an electric current of
anticipation, and it seemed as if each eye was glorying in the
bodies surrounding it.

Withdrawing a bottle of fizz (the precursor to so many of our
revels) Frederick stood. "Let us be free," said he, "and have no
secrets. We know how things stand between us, but
notwithstanding our varied pleasures we have not yet had a
grand encounter. Let us repair that oversight, and all delight in
each other's charms."

"I shall be Master of Ceremonies," he continued. "And to begin
I would like to see you, dear Mr. William, take Lucy." Alice and
I clapped in delight at this and William nodded his head in
acceptance of the task. Beckoning the willing maid to him, he
began to kiss her lovingly, making sure we spectators could see
their tongues entwining. Soon the maid's uniform was at her
feet, her fine body exposed to us. Mr William shed his clothes
too, his prick stiff and ready for its duty. Laying Lucy on the
blanket he placed himself over her and brought his cock to the
charge. The lusty maid was already inflamed with desire and
eagerly received his noble tool. I crawled closer to watch as he
plunged in and out of her while Alice began to kiss Lucy's
mouth, sucking her tongue and fondling her proud breasts.
Frederick stood looking on, his prick released from his breeches,
stiff at the appealing scene.

This was just a preliminary fuck to begin the revel and it was
not many moments before Mr. William let out a gasp - "I
spend!" said he, withdrawing from her pussey to spray his
sperm across her belly and breasts. Alice and I eagerly licked up
the pearly strands, before each giving Lucy a loving kiss.

"Dear sister," said Fred to Alice, "I yield the gavel to you. You
shall pick what you would like to see next."

"Ah, Fred, how kind," said the girl, a sparkle in her eye. "I
choose you to fuck dear Beatrice."

It was just what I would have had her say, and I patted the
blanket to indicate Fred lay down beside me. His prick was still
standing proud from his breeches, and I caressed it in my fingers
as he kissed my face and neck, sucked my tongue, and began to
undress me. I was in a ferment of excitement as he stroked and
fondled my bubbies. Alice, William and Lucy observed in
delight as Frederick and I undressed each other fully. Fred lay
back on the blanket, beckoning me to straddle him. Easing his
cock into my longing snatch I rode a fine St. George upon him.

I was eager for him to spend and give me the libation of love for
which I was longing, but Alice had other ideas. Placing a hand
on my shoulder to stop my motions upon her brother, she told
me to lie over Fred reversed and embark on a mutual
gamahuche. No soon said than done, and I took Fred's lovely
cock into my mouth as his tongue laved my pussey. I felt a
finger at my bottom-hole and craning my head back I saw it was
Alice trying to invade my arsehole. As always it was a little
painful to have anything penetrate my smaller hole, but such
was my lust the pain only added stimulation. I continued to kiss
and caress Fred's pego, hard as marble.

"It is coming Beatrice, yes, keep sucking, you will make me
spend directly," gasped Fred. I redoubled my actions on his cock
and felt his balls give a convulsive shudder; the sperm boiled up
as I locked my lips round the tip of his penis to make sure I
would not miss a drop of his lovely emission. The delight of his
hot sperm filling my mouth set me off into a wonderful spend
and I almost smothered poor Fred with the frenzy of my
emission. Clambering off him I turned to him for a kiss,
mingling tongues and saliva.

"And now you have the say," said Alice to me.

"I say, more fizz," I replied. "Let us rest a few minutes and
recharge our energies." William served the champagne and it
soon lifted us to a new state of feverish anticipation.

"Let us proceed," I said. "The next romp must be brother and
sister." Ah, how sweetly Alice blushed at that. I knew she had
greatly enjoyed her first fuck with her brother, yet she felt
shame and guilt too.

"Bad Beatrice," said she, her face red, "to let the secret out." But
her shame was mixed with stimulation, and I knew she was
ready to commit the illicit act once more.

"Dear Mistress, feel no shame," said Lucy. "For it is a more
common desire than you think. I have an older brother, Tom,
and when I was twelve or so he began to beg me to lie with him.
I never would, thinking it a great sin. But that was before dear
Mr. William initiated me into the ways of love � and so when I
was home last week�." Now it was the maid's turn to blush,
despite her words that Alice should feel no shame. "Well... that
is a tale for another time, perhaps - but dear Mistress Alice, I
will think nothing worse of you to see you fuck your brother.
Indeed it would be most stimulating."

Alice somewhat regained her composure. "Well then, Frederick,
let us do as requested," said she. Fred, still naked, lifted the
sitting girl to her feet and began to undress her, covering her
with kisses as she did so, lips and tongues twining. He kissed
her white neck and ran his tongue in each ear. Then he kneeled,
the little girl still standing, and began to worship her small
breasts, the nipples taut with excitement. Kissing down across
her belly, he swirled his tongue in her navel (making her
squirm) before applying his talented tongue to her mons veneris.
She placed her hands on his head as if to push him harder
against her. "Oh, Fred, how nicely you kiss me there," she said.
"Dearest brother, you give me the most wicked pleasure."

Fred then pulled his sister down onto the blanket with him,
kissing her yet more delightedly and caressing and squeezing
her delicate little titties. The sister, her passions growing, took
the hot and ready cock of the brother in between her pretty lips,
licking and sucking him well, cupping his testicles with her soft
and delicate hand. Fred's cock, stiff already, seemed to stiffen
and grow yet further under his sister's loving actions. Her rich
blonde hair fell across his lap, like a pool of gold.

"Do not spend in her mouth, Fred," I instructed. "I want to see
you fuck her properly, her snug little pussey is just the place for
the fraternal penis."

Alice, an increasingly eager partner in this game of incest,
ceased the ministrations of her mouth and positioned her cunny
about the eager weapon. She gasped in delight as she sank upon
the ready steed, riding him with delight and energy.

"Fred, give your sister the postilion," I commanded. I took his
index finger in my mouth to moisten it with my spittle, and he
then duly applied the finger to Alice's sweet wrinkled
fundament. She let out a little yelp of delight at this, and so they
ran on, lost in lust and love for one another, until with a yell and
a great heave of his hips Frederick discharged his libation into
his sister's cunny. She, feeling the hot sperm pump into her,
spent in the greatest delight. "Oh, what a delicious sin to fuck
my brother!" gasped she. "Dear Fred, how I love to feel you in
me, you shall have me whenever and wherever you like."

"Dearest sister," replied he, "Your little pussey is my temple of
worship, and I only regret I did not become a hierophant well
before this."

"And now," I said, "Let Lucy have her pick."

Lucy said she would have made the same choice as me, to see
brother work upon sister, and was ready to yield the honour to
William. But Frederick was not satisfied with that. "Then you
must choose something else, my dear," said he.

"Ah, my other idea is so wicked you would not obey," was her
reply.

"Say it, still" urged Fred. "You may be sure I will obey."

"Then I should like to see Mr. William take your pego in his
mouth and suck you to a spend," said she. "For both you and he
have often said how salacious you find the idea of Alice or
Beatrice in my arms, and how all men like to see girls play
together; well, sir, I say we girls we must have our whims
respected too!"

Both Fred and Willie looked a little discomfited at this demand.
Frederick, however, spoke up. "Since I started school I have
hardly been a stranger to the fun one boy may have with
another," said he. "It is an action of necessity when no girls are
to be had. When surrounded by the fairer sex, as I am so
delightfully now, then it is the girls I prefer to play with. But,
dear Lucy, I promised to obey and I am wiling to do so, if Willie
agrees."

Willie indicated his agreement.

"Ah, but I am not finished yet," said Lucy. "After you have
spent in Willie's mouth, Master Fred, I want you and Mistress
Alice to suck him to a spend, taking turns, and I want to see him
shoot his seed all over your faces."

"Lucy!" expostulated Alice. "Wherever did you get such a
wicked idea?" The lusty maid merely smiled and said, "But will
you do it?" Alice accepted the charge.

Willie dropped to his knees in front of Fred, whose cock was
already raising its head at the thought of the encounter. It was
not long before Willie had kissed, sucked and licked Fred to a
glorious cockstand, not forgetting to kiss and caress his testicles
as well. The imaginative butler even worked a finger into Fred's
arsehole and you may be sure that under such stimulation it was
not very long before Fred gave a convulsive sigh and began to
fire his juice of love into the willing butler's mouth. Willie
swallowed every drop with gusto. Fred withdrew from the
butler's mouth, his cock now softening in contrast to the butler's
rampant and ready tool.

Willie stood, his eyes glistening at the anticipation of the wicked
act that was about to take place.

"Dear sister," said Fred, reaching out a hand to Alice, "shall we
begin?" Brother and sister knelt before Willie, and Fred took the
noble instrument in his mouth, sucking and kissing it lovingly
before directing it at his sister's mouth. Then they both began to
pay their homage, licking and kissing the shaft and scrotum,
their tongues and lips often mingling as they did so; and how
they delighted in kissing each other with the head of Willie's
pego between their lips!

The butler was sighing in ecstasy at this double attack, boy and
girl, brother and sister, worshipping at his cock and balls with
eager passion. "My darlings, I am ready to spout," said he,
grasping the root of his cock in his fingers. He directed the first
gout of pearly sperm across Fred's upturned face, before turning
the flow to Alice, splattering her with his seed. Then he turned
again to Fred, ensuring that both brother and sister were equally
soiled with his randy flood. Lucy was watching the obscene
display with her fingers plunged in her lovely quim, and as the
butler's spend died away she instructed, "and finally, mistress
and master, I want to see you lick up all the spend on each
other's face."

The siblings complied, tenderly caressing each other as they
licked up Willie's emission. Alice sucked some of the semen
into her mouth and then kissed Fred, transferring the delicious
gift to him. As brother and sister cleaned up all traces of
Willie's passion, Lucy brought herself to a glorious spend. I
presented my cunny to her mouth and in just a few seconds her
eager tongue brought me to the same peak of pleasure.

When we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Lucy said "And
so now it is your turn, William."

"Let us have a general romp, and be free with each other
without hesitation," said he.

I needed to hear it but once, and jumped directly into the arms of
Frederick. Kissing him with ardour I said, "You have just spent,
I know, but I shall bring you back to hardness again." As I took
his pendent cock in my mouth, Alice declared that William must
fuck her from behind, while she gamahuched Lucy.

"But first you must do as Beatrice is doing, for my cock is
presently exhausted," said she.

Alice and Lucy both set to the task, kissing and caressing the
butler's genitals - and kissing and caressing each other too -
until his weapon showed new signs of life. Seeing him ready for
the charge, Alice turned onto her hands and knees, lasciviously
wiggling her buttocks at the butler.

"Guide him into me, Lucy," said the little girl, and her randy
maid obeyed, putting the head of William's cock to her waiting
cunny. "And now lie in front of me, dear, so that I may revel in
your sweet charms," continued Alice. The lecherous maid gladly
did so, spreading her legs for Alice's amorous attack. Willie
thrust in and out of her with increasing vigour, and this sight,
plus my work, brought Fred to full stand.

"Fuck me like Willie is fucking Alice," I said, arranging myself
so that I could kiss Lucy as I was being pleasured. No sooner
was Fred's lovely cock buried in my pussey than my busy
tongue was in Lucy's mouth. She and I receiving double
stimulation, we soon spent in delight.

William and Fred, having already worked well that day, both
declared they had no more spend in them. "Yet you each keep
your stiffness still, so let us change positions to vary the fun,"
said I. "Fred, let me see you fuck your sister's bottom again,
while Mr. William replaces you in my cunny. Lucy, you shall
first prepare Alice's bottom-hole for the fun, and thrust your
tongue into William's and Fred's bottom-holes in turn."

William withdrew his glistening cock from Alice's tight cunny
and the loving maid applied her mouth to the little girl's
wrinkled pink arsehole. Once she had wetted it well, she put
Fred's cock to the sphincter and he began to push and shove his
way in. Lucy then moved behind Fred to suck and tongue his
little hole. William eased his lovely cock into my snug pussey,
and began to thrust in and out.

As he worked away I could not take my eyes off Alice,
crouched next to me, with her brother's eager cock burying
itself deep in her bowels. How the sphincter gaped about the
shaft, and how Alice moaned at each stroke of the invading
weapon! I marvelled at how she could fit the monster inside
here when anything more than a finger gave me pain.

Fred's movements in me intensified as Lucy went to work on
his arsehole. "Oh, dear Lucy! How good your tongue is there,
work it in well, my love� oh� now I feel your finger too -
how wonderful it is - oh - oh - you make me spend!" Thus
saying, Fred gave down yet another tribute to love, gasping with
the delicious agony of it. I could see his penis twitch as he fired
his sperm deep into his sister's bowels, and as she felt the hot
jets she too spent. I seized Fred's now wilted cock as it popped
out of Alice's anus, gladly licking it clean.

Mr. William, still working in my pussey, now withdrew. "Ah, I
am not as young as you, my dears," said he, "and my restorative
powers are not as great. But I shall make you spend once more,
dear Beatrice." The loving butler then applied his mouth to my
cunny and between his clever lips and tongue about my clitoris
and his little finger in my arsehole, he soon made me die away
in delight.

"Well, my dears," said he, wiping my spendings from his
mouth, "we are all fucked out for the present, so let us walk
homewards." We dressed, and then William and Lucy packed
up the various accoutrements for Old Adam to collect later.

"Look here, Mr. William," said Lucy, "This blanket is quite
smeared with sperm. What would the other servants say if they
should see this?" The clever maid cleaned away the signs of our
little orgy with a cup of water before folding it away neatly.

As we walked back to the house, Mr. William took my hand in
his. I whispered that we should fall back a little so that he could
continue his tale of the seduction of Aurora and Henry.
Frederick and Alice did not miss us because, as Alice later told
me, they had persuaded Lucy to say more about her brother.
Alice repeated the salacious tale to me, and, if I can find the
energy in my weakened state, I shall repeat it for you, dear
Walter.

The Butler's Tale, continued

Mr. Marchmont was in a state much like I am now, pretty well
fucked out. And so he declared an end to our sports for that day,
bidding me wash each child clean, dress them, and send them on
their way. "Come back at this time tomorrow, my darlings," said
he, "and we shall continue our romps."

The children returned as instructed the following day, coming
the door hand-in-hand, and even bearing a posy of flowers they
had picked. What a bucolic scene it would have appeared to an
observer; but once the children were inside and the door and
curtains shut to prying eyes, what indecencies and liberties
would take place!

Inviting the little darlings in, I led them into the main room. Mr.
Marchmont was sitting there clad in a dressing gown, his prick
rising up as the lovely, blushing children entered and presented
him the posy. "Thank you, my dears, and you are quite the little
flowers yourselves."

He directed Henri to sit in his lap. "Let us embrace, dear boy,"
said he. "And as I kiss your sweet lips, William here will give
your sweet sister the same pleasure."

I sat down and beckoned Aurora to sit on my knee. "Look,
dear," I said to her. "Is it not a fine thing to see your brother in
the arms of a man?" She watched the pederastic display in
delight until I placed a finger under her chin to tip her mouth up
to mine. Thrusting my tongue past her lips, I explored her
mouth, nibbling her pretty tongue and making her squirm with
delight.

Nimbly, I began to undress the little girl, kissing her sweet little
breasts until they were well covered in my saliva. Mr.
Marchmont's pego had now risen to full stiffness, and Henri,
entranced by the hairy monster poking up between his slender,
milk-white thighs, had seized it in his hands. "Kiss it, dear boy,"
said my employer and the little lad willingly stooped to take the
engorged rod between his lips. As Aurora observed this, I eased
her shift from her so that now the lovely twelve-year-old was
fully naked. How maddening her almost hairless little cunny
was to me!

"Would you like to see Mr. William fuck your sister, dear
child?" said Mr. Marchmont to Henri. The lad nodded eagerly,
eyes bright with glowing lust.

After kissing Aurora's pretty mouth once more, I had her stand
and leaned down to apply my tongue to her little cunny,
moistening it for the attack. She wriggled in delight at this and,
judging her ready, I put my hands under her arms - she was as
light as a feather, it seemed to me - sat back, and eased her down
on my eager pego. She puffed a little as I entered her, her young
pussey still not used to a noble weapon, but did not complain. I
eased my full length into her cunny, which adapted
marvellously to the invasion. Then I began to slowly thrust in
and out of her. Soon she grew randy, reaching her hands round
my neck and pulling me to her for a lascivious kiss, thrusting
her little tongue into my mouth.

Henri watched the display with the greatest delight, his little
cock rearing up stiff as a poker. Mr. Marchmont whispered to
him, "Would you not like to fuck your sister now, dear boy?"

Henri owned that he would do the very thing, once I had
finished with her. "There is a way you can fuck her now," said
the lecherous man. In accordance with our previously devised
plan, I held the girl's buttocks wide open as I fucked her. "See
that little pink wrinkled hole? You can slide your dear cock in
there."

Henri's eyes widened at this. Aurora gasped and said, "Henri,
you shall not do that to me, that is not what that part of my body
is for!"

"He shall do just as I please, my fine girl," said Mr. Marchmont.
Again in accordance with our little plans, I now held the girl
firmly round the torso. She tried to wriggle free, but of course in
vain. "You shall not! You cannot!" said she, in a hot temper.

"Now, Henri, kneel between Mr. William's legs and lick your
sister's bottom-hole well," instructed Mr. Marchmont. "Henri!
Do not be so dirty!" cried Aurora, sounding more angry still.
But Henry, his blood up, went to his task with a will.

I withdrew my cock from her cunny to make Herni's entry
easier. Mr. Marchmont then raised Henri to his feet and,
kneeling before him, sucked and kissed his little cock. "Dear
boy, position yourself like so," he said, placing the boy between
my legs and with his cock near his sister's smaller hole. Then he
took the little pintle in his fingers and placed the head direct on
Aurora's fundament.

"Henri! For shame! I am your sister!" cried Aurora. She
redoubled her effort to escape my grasp but I held her firm.
"Push, push on, Henri," instructed Mr. Marchmont, his eyes
sparkling in delight as he observed the tip of Henri's penis
penetrate Aurora's virgin bottom-hole. The little girl yelped in
outrage as she felt her brother's cock push into the part of her
she thought was only made for another purpose. "Henri, it
stings, oh, it stings, can you be so cruel to your sister?" she said,
tears on anger springing into her eyes.

Henri was deaf to her piteous pleas, and with another shove his
cock was buried to its little length in her bowels. "Now, move in
and out, my love, and your sister's pains will turn to pleasure,"
said his tutor in the obscene arts.

So it proved; as Henri buggered his sister (enculer, as we say in
French, dear Beatrice) her struggles in my arms quietened and
then ceased. She began to emit soft murmurs of pleasure. "So
you begin to like it, little one?" I asked her. She turned her face
up to me, suffused with shame - yet excitement too. "But it is so
dirty," she whispered. "Nothing that gives pleasure is dirty," I
told her, bringing my lips to hers for a kiss.

Henri's movements in and out of her bottom were growing quite
vigorous now. Aurora, almost without being aware of it, began
pushing back on her brother in time to his thrusts. "Oh, you bad
boy Henry, you bad boy to outrage your sister so� but indeed I
begin to like it ... I never thought it could be done in such a
way�"

Henri's eager pushes now sped up even more until with a gasp
of pleasure he slammed his groin tight against his sister's
buttocks, his thrusts ceasing and his back arching in elation.
"There, there, shoot into her my boy," said Mr. Marchmont,
"Ah, how your delicate little balls jump as they fire their juice!"

Sated, the boy withdrew his cock from his sister's rectum. Mr.
Marchmont took the delicious morsel between his lips, eagerly
sucking it clean.

Aurora jumped to her feet, turned to her brother, and gave him a
slap across the face. "That is for outraging me so!" said she.
Then she gave him a long, loving kiss. "And that is for giving
me such pleasure!"

My cock was still hard as steel so I grabbed Aurora round the
waist and pulled her to me. She gave me a slap, too. "And that is
for holding me captive so wickedly," she said. "But I know what
you want now, and you may have it, you dear bad man." So
saying, the little wanton lay on her back on the sofa and spread
her legs. Lying over her I eased my raging cock back in her tight
little pussey, fucking her with vigorous strokes until I began to
spend in a frenzy of delight. I pulled my spouting penis from her
to squirt my seed all over her belly and sweet little breasts. Mr.
Marchmont directed Henri to lick his sister clean, a task the boy
gladly undertook.

Here we took a little rest, plying the willing children with
champagne and feeding them sweetmeats. Henri, full of the
vigour of youth, was again sporting a fine little erection.

For the next part of our games, Mr. Marchmont decreed that
Henri should gamahuche Aurora. He had the little girl lie on the
sofa, with me sitting next to her, her legs over my thigh; then he
had Henri lay across my lap and bid him lick and caress his
sister's cunny. As he eagerly did this, his belly rubbed against
my randy tool, a most delicious stimulation.

This, of course, was another strategy of Mr. Marchmont's. As
Henry kissed and sucked his sister's hairless plaything, I held
apart his buttocks for Mr. Marchmont to do the same to his
small tight anus. The boy greatly enjoyed the stimulation,
having little idea that what he had done to his sister was about to
be done to him.

Taking a little pomade placed nearby for the attempt, Mr.
Marchmont anointed his penis and the boy's little pink arsehole.
Then he pressed the tip of his cock to the mark. Henri naturally
started greatly at this and tried to wriggle away, just as his sister
had from his assault on her bottom-hole. And, just as his sister,
he could not break free since I had him firmly clasped.

"What are you doing?" he piped in his high, girlish voice.

"Dear boy, `sauce for a goose is sauce for a gander' as the
saying has it, and I mean to sauce you like you sauced Aurora."

The girl laughed in delight at this, jumping up from the sofa to
get a closer view of the assault on her brother's bottom-hole.
She urged Mr. Marchmont to shove into her brother, and as the
noble penis forced its way into the little boy, ah, how he yelled
and cried! The heaving of his belly was most stimulating upon
my pego.

"Aurora, dear sister, help me," he begged.

"I will do no such thing - did you help me when I was treated
so?" said she, a malicious style of pleasure on her face. There
was no help but for the boy to bear it. Pushing on in hot delight,
Mr. Marchmont's engorged penis was soon sheathed to the root
of his cock in the little boy's rectum. Aurora now seemed to
take a little pity on her struggling brother. "Wait a while, Henri,
and the pleasure will come," she said.

As Henri's violator began to thrust in and out, the boy gasped
with each thrust and just as little Aurora had told him the pain
faded, replaced by growing delight. She began to kiss him,
starting on the outraged buttocks, kissing across his back,
dipping a tongue in his ear and then locking her mouth to his.

"Sister, sister, it is so big, so bad," he muttered as their tongues
writhed together. Mr. Marchmont let out a positive roar and I
saw his balls twitch as he spent deep in the little boy's warm
bowels. As he fired I could feel Henri emit too, splattering my
thighs with his tribute. The little boy, overwhelmed, continued
kissing his sister.

 "Aurora, come see," said Mr. Marchmont. The little girl
scurried to him and looked on in delight as he withdrew his
wilting cock from her brother, leaving the anus gaping wide. As
the sphincter slowly closed, Mr. Marchmont's spendings flowed
out. Mr. Marchmont put his hand to the little girl's head and
pushed her forward. She understood his meaning and began to
suck up the mingled juices. Her brother gasped anew to feel her
little tongue bathing his ravaged bottom-hole.

This brought the proceedings to a close, as all were sated. We
dressed the pretty children (with many kisses, pinches and
cuddles, you may be sure) and sent them home. And the
following day we began our journey here, dear Beatrice. It is
only the thought of having them once again that will make our
impending return to France less painful, dear Beatrice, for how I
will miss your charms, and those of Alice and Lucy!

I have often imagined if Henri and Aurora are about each other
now we have initiated them into the ways of concupiscence; and
indeed I am sure they must be, for Henri's desire for his sister
was obvious before we debauched them, and Aurora's venereal
nature was not behindhand in showing itself. What innocent
angels they were, and what little devils we have made them!

***

Thus concluded the butler's exciting tale. He was in a state of
some excitement in the aftermath of recounting the debauch of
the children and his pego stirred in his trousers. But rather than
play again with his awakening cock, I sought more information
from him.

"Dear Willie, I must confess I am baffled by Mr. Marchmont.
You have told me he enjoys the embrace of the young, yet he
seems to have no interest in me." I told him about my encounter
in the glasshouse and how Mr. Marchmont had behaved with the
utmost propriety.

Willie pondered the matter awhile. "I think I have hit upon it,
Miss Beatrice," said he. "As you will observe from the tale I
have just told you, Mr. Marchmont finds great pleasure in
exerting his will upon a reluctant partner. It is quite safe with
children such as Henri and Aurora, for to whom could they turn,
having been sold by their grandmother? But given your position
in society, he well knew the risk of an attempt on you. He has
lived a most lecherous life yet outwardly is a man of utmost
propriety. He could not risk that fa�ade with you, dear girl."

I mused on this. "But, dear Willie, I have also observed that few
men can stop their pego swelling when they see an erotic sight �
and I made sure to give him a good peep of my little bubbies
and cunny".

"That is easily explained, I think," said he. "As you will recall,
we came up from London the day before; and whenever Mr.
Marchmont is in town he seeks out the pleasures one can but
rarely find in the countryside. He had such an adventure and I
fear it left him so exhausted he could not have managed a
cockstand had you slipped off your dress and taken him in your
mouth."

Of course nothing would satisfy me but that Willie must tell me
this tale too.

"Miss Beatrice, you little curiosity box!" said he. "I wonder to
what end do you collect all these stories, but you shall have the
tale."

"Mr. Marchmont had concluded his business in London to very
good effect, ending up with several thousand pounds more than
he had reckoned" began the butler. "William," said he to me. "I
am for an escapade. Let us visit Mrs. Spencer."

"This Mrs. Spencer was a bawd with whom Mr. Marchmont had
a longstanding connection. He charged her to find him a girl
aged eleven or twelve. She must be a virgin with no idea of the
ways of love, said he, the very picture of innocence. He must
have his way with her just as took him fancy, with no recourse
to law - such was his demand.

"The bawd said the she had the very thing under her hand, and
that he should return that evening when she would have the girl
ready for his pleasure. Mr. Marchmont paid the bawd well and
we returned to our hotel.

"Mrs. Marchmont retired relatively early that evening - a stroke
of luck indeed. My employer and I made our way to the bawdy
house. Mrs. Spencer had the girl waiting for us; and indeed she
was a beauty - long dark hair, pearly teeth, bright red lips, a face
positively angelic! The bawd had made sure to dress the girl
seductively, in a frilled and lacy dress, sheer white silk
stockings, and little dark shoes. She had even applied cosmetics
to the girl to heighten her youthful beauty.

"Mr. Marchmont exclaimed  "Perfection itself!" upon seeing the
girl. Then, to her, "What a pretty child you are, my dear. Let us
repair to the bedroom." The girl, clearly a little scared, looked to
Mrs. Spencer. "Remember what I instructed you, my girl," said
she. "Do as he says - whatever he says - or it will go badly for
you," she concluded with an air of menace.

"Mr. Marchmont took the girl by the hand and led her out of the
room. I was not witness to the encounter - though I heard some
yells and screams from the chamber above - and my employer
returned some ninety minutes later, his hand leading the girl
once more. Her dress was rumpled and the rouge and other
cosmetics the bawd had applied were smeared across her face.
Her hair was rumpled and even - it seemed to me - quite damp,
though I was at a loss to explain why that should be. Yet despite
the rough treatment she had undergone, she looked almost
content.

"Mr. Marchmont thanked the bawd, telling her the girl had
given him the greatest pleasure; and so we left. I begged him to
narrate the encounter as we rode back to the hotel, and he gladly
did so."

William then told me the story, and I shall pass it on to you,
dear Walter. But I shall write it as if it happened to me, for
playing the man pleases me. You may wonder how I can take
delight in imagining myself to behave in such a depraved
fashion to one of my own sex. I cannot say why it is so; just that
it is indeed so.


Mr. Marchmont's Adventure

How the little girl's hand trembled in mine as I led her upstairs!
In the company of a strange man, in a strange place, for a
purpose she knew not what.

Taking her into the chamber and locking the door behind me, I
asked her, "What is your name, dear child?" Nervously, she
replied, "I am called Catherine, sir."

"And how old are you, my dear?"

"I will be twelve at Lammas, sir. What is it you want with me?"

"Well, Catherine, I mean to give you a kiss." So saying, I pulled
her towards me and began to kiss her pretty lips, pushing my
tongue well into her mouth. She did not like this at all, and tried
to get away from me. I broke the kiss. "Now, Catherine,
remember how Mrs. Spencer warned you."

Her eyes opened a little wider at the thought of the punishment
she might face, and as I kissed her again she did not resist.
"Catherine, you must run your tongue in my mouth as I have in
yours," I instructed her. Unwillingly, she did so, and we had a
most enjoyable bout (for me at least) of kissing, mingling
tongues and saliva. You may be sure I was taking liberties with
her slight body as we kissed, running my hand down her back to
her little bottom, and squeezing her developing breasts through
the silk of her charming dress. This too made her
uncomfortable.

"Ah, my dear one, you kiss well."

"But I do not like it at all, sir," said she. What cared I? I had
bought her for my pleasure, not hers. I was the rich man in my
castle; she was the poor girl at my gate.

Of course I was stiff as a poker now. I released my pego from
my trousers, exposing it to her shocked gaze. "You must take it
in your mouth, dear," said I. "I shall not! How nasty!" cried the
alarmed child.

Mrs. Spencer had furnished the room with a paddle and a birch
(and certain other accoutrements) for she knew the girl would
prove recalcitrant and might have to be punished before she
would comply. I picked up the paddle and slammed it down on
the table with a sharp crack. "Shall you not, Catherine?" I asked.
She paled, and opened her mouth. I slid my eager penis between
her lovely pouting lips. "Kiss and suck me, as you did my
tongue," I told her.  Sulkily, she did as instructed. I thrust in and
out of her mouth, slowly, greatly enjoying the sensation of her
tongue about my shaft. "Ah, Catherine, my sweet little whore" I
said, and she blushed to hear the rude word, her eyes flashing
angry fire at me. It was so exciting to have this innocent child as
my erotic plaything, and in very few moments I felt my spend
coming. I grasped her head in my hands so that she should not
escape the blast. I pressed my cock to the very back of the throat
as a torrent of sperm burst from me. The little girl had no choice
but to swallow the greater portion of it, beating her little fists
against me in disgust - which you may be sure only added to my
excitement.

As I withdrew from her mouth, she glared again at me. "That
was so nasty! Why did you make water in my mouth?"

"I did not make water in your mouth, dear Catherine - that was
called sperm, and a man loves to shoot it all over a girl. And, my
dear little plaything, you will be seeing more of it tonight."

Mrs. Spencer had also stocked the room with champagne, at my
request, and I bid the girl drink a glass. She wrinkled her nose at
the taste but did as she was told. The fizz brought colour into
her cheeks and I bid her drink more, hoping it might bring forth
some libidinous desires from her - or at least somewhat supress
her reluctance regarding the liberties I was going to inflict.

I now undressed fully. "Oh sir, why do you undress?" said
Catherine. "The better to enjoy all your charms, dear child," said
I. "And now I am going to undress you too."

She was horrified by this but, kissing her with passion once
again (a passion not returned) I lifted her dress over her head,
leaving her naked but for stockings and shoes. Covered in
blushes, the girl placed one arm across her chest and a hand over
her cunny. "That will not do at all, Catherine," I told her, taking
hold of her wrists to move her arms away and reveal all her
delights to me. Her bubbies had just begun to develop, but there
was no hair at all about her cunny. My cock swelled as my eyes
devoured her beauties, and my passion was enflamed further by
the shame and anger that so obviously suffused her.

Sitting on the bed, I set her on my lap and once more pressed
my lips to hers. My hands roved freely across her childish body
as I did so. She squirmed at this, and her horror only grew as I
began to lick and kiss her sweet small bubbies. Then, pushing
her down on to the bed, I kissed her lovely white belly and came
to the centre of pleasure, her sweet featherless pussey. She tried
to keep her legs together but it was the simplest matter to
overcome her struggles and apply my lips to her charming crack
- ah, each little flower that opens! Now she tried to push my
head away, outraged at what I was doing to her, but to no avail.
I licked and sucked at her, greatly enjoying the taste of her
maiden cunny.

My cock was as hard as iron and I could wait no longer. I had to
fuck her. I instructed her to suck my penis and moisten it well
with her spittle. She did so and after a few moments, when I
withdrew from her mouth, she looked almost grateful -
supposing, no doubt, that the ordeal was over. Ah, poor maid!

"Now, Catherine," I said, my cock in my hand, "I mean to put
this in you."

"In my mouth again?" asked she.

"No, in your little pussey, my dear," I informed her.

Her eyes opened wide in fear and surprise. "Impossible!" said
she. "How big it is, it would tear me apart!"

"But still it must happen," said I. I applied the purple-headed
mountain to the lips of her cunny and began to shove. The poor
dear positively screamed at me to stop.

"That is enough, my girl!" said I. I picked up the birch and,
turning her smartly over, spanked her lily-white bottom. How
she yelled as the flesh turned rosy red, and how her cries pleased
me.

"Now, you will let me have my way with you or you shall be
whipped until you bleed, my girl."

More scared now, the girl meekly acquiesced to my assault on
her.

"Since you are turned over, I will take you this way," I said,
"Get on your hands and knees and thrust your bottom in the air."
Grudgingly, she did so, revealing her sweet wrinkled arsehole
and the tight, closed cleft of her cunny. Ah, how the pretty little
lips of her vagina enflamed me! Placing my penis to the tight
little crevice, I began to force my way inside her.

She yelped as my cock began to penetrate her but did not try to
stop me. How prettily her pussey lips pouted around my pego as
he made his way into her unripe fruit! On I shoved, her pussey
yielding before me, until I felt the obstruction of the hymen.
Thereupon I gave the most vigorous push and completed my
capture of her charms. It cost her dear, and she let out a piercing
yell and collapsed on the sofa, my penis coming out of her with
a soft wet sucking sound as she dropped flat. Hot tears were
streaming down her face and I turned her on her back so that I
could kiss and lick her face, sucking up the drops of water
which were glittering in the candlelight, and enjoying the salty
taste of her shame.

Now I inserted my rampant cock back in her ravaged cunny and
began to move in and out of her. Her pussey was so tight and
snug that it fitted my shaft like a kid glove. Faster I moved, the
girl moaning as I did so. Kissing her mouth and then bubbies, I
placed my hands under her buttocks and, in one swift moved,
lifted her and rolled over so that now she was astride on my
prone body. My hands still cupping her buttocks, I lifted her up
and down on my eager cock. "Now, I want you to move so," I
instructed her.

"I do not want to" she said, but as she saw my outstretched hand
reach for the crop, she sulkily began to do as I had told her. Now
I could see some traces of blood as she rode my eager cock, a
sight that further enflamed me. I pulled her down to me,
thrusting my tongue into her unwilling mouth and then kissing
her immature titties and lightly biting on her nipples. I even
began to tickle her arsehole with a finger, which quite made her
yelp. Pushing her back upright I increased my pace to a frenzy
and began to spend with a bellow of delight, filling her snug
pussey with a copious emission. The abused girl fell onto my
chest as my vigorous movements ceased, and my wilting pego
slid from her cunny to be followed a flood of semen mixed with
a little of her virgin blood.

"My girl, you are a girl no longer," I said to her. "Was that not a
glorious fuck?" She said I was a wicked and evil man to do such
things to her.

I had her drink more champagne, to which I added a drop of
laudanum, provided at my instruction by the bawd. I intended to
outrage her bottom-hole next. This would of course cause her
much pain, and I had no wish to hurt her quite so greatly. I
dandled her on my knee for a while, petting and kissing her all
over, bidding her to use her hands and mouth on my cock to
bring me back to a stand, between whiles making her drink
more. When I judged the fizz and the narcotic had worked their
effect, I instructed her to get on the bed on her hands and knees.
"Are you going to that nasty thing to me again?" said she.

"No, my little toy, I am going to introduce you to a new way to
fuck," I told her, stooping down to thrust my tongue upon her
little pink arsehole. "What can you mean?" cried she. Inserting a
finger into her tight little hole, I said "I am going to put my cock
in here, dear Catherine, now how about that?"

"Oh, sir! Why do you want to do such things to me? What have
I done to deserve this? I am just a little girl who has harmed no-
one."

"You are my sweet little whore, dear, and I mean to treat you
accordingly. Do you not know I have paid for you and your
body is mine, every part of it, to do with as I will?"

So saying I took some cold cream from the table and smeared it
across her bottom hole and over my rigid shaft. Then I applied
myself to buggering her. Ah, how hard my cock swelled as I
penetrated her tight little sphincter. The little girl wriggled and
moaned but her cries of pain were less than when I outraged her
pussey. The fizz and laudanum had made the path somewhat
less thorny. I pushed on, completing my possession of her
bowels up to the base of my cock. Her pretty little arsehole
gaped around my shaft and I applied a finger to her clitoris as I
began to push in and out of her. The girl moaned and
whimpered, but bore the attack as bravely as she could. She
hardly even murmured as I took from the stock of goods on the
table a slender dildo and slid it into her freshly deflowered cunt.

I pulled my cock out of her bowels, holding her buttock cheeks
apart to see into the warm dark tunnel as her distended sphincter
began to close. Then easing the head back in I plunged once
more into her arse. Soon the deluge poured forth and I almost
brayed as the hot sperm boiled out of me, filling her bowels
most deliciously.

Her tight little bottom-hole now began to squeeze my softening
cock out, and as she felt me withdraw she collapsed onto the
bed, sobbing softly.

"There, my dear!" I said in salacious delight. "Now you have
been fucked and buggered. How did you like it, my little lover?"

"You bad man, so nasty to do those things to me," she
whimpered.

Lying down beside her, I turned her head to me and kissed her
once more. "Suck my tongue, Catherine," I instructed, and as
she did so I caressed her little bubbies. "Say you liked being
fucked and buggered, my randy little bitch."

"I will not say such dirty things and, besides, I did not like it at
all," she pouted.

"Well, my dear, let us doze a while so that I may recover some
energies." Despite her shame and outrage, the fizz and the
laudanum had made her tired and she let her eyes close. My
eyes closed too. By my pocket watch it was not much more than
twenty minutes before I stirred. The little girl was breathing
softly and regularly enough to convince me she was not the fox
asleep but genuinely in the arms of Morpheus.

I drank a glass of champagne, watching her as she slept and
marvelling at the power of money and class. How such things
let us dispense with the veneer of polite society to indulge our
basest whims! Thinking of how I had degraded the little girl, a
new humiliation came to my mind. My bladder was full with the
champagne I had consumed. Catherine had thought I made
water in her mouth; now, I resolved to do so. Walking softly to
the side of the bed I took my pego in my hand, the anticipation
of the act causing my cock to rise a little. I let the hot piss flow,
directing it at her slightly parted lips. In a trice the girl awoke,
emitting a scream as she did so. Looking at me in great anger
she demanded, "What are you about! How dare you!"

I stopped my flow and reached for the birch. "Did I not say you
were mine to do with as I pleased, my pretty little bitch?" I bid
her roll over and I spanked her lovely bottom, just enough to
bring a rubicund glow to the skin.

"Catherine, you shall piss on me," I told her. She began to
complain but I switched her a little harder and that shut up her
mouth. I lay down on the bed and had her bring her cunny to my
mouth. I kissed and sucked her, flicking my tongue about the
clitoris and running a finger into her arsehole. "Now, dear child,
let the piss flow." Her face suffused with a blush of shame but
she knew she had no choice. The warm golden piss spurted from
her bare cunny and I eagerly opened my mouth to catch the
flow. I savoured the taste of her urine, swallowing it down
eagerly. "Stop now, dear," I told her, catching another mouthful
before the flow stopped. Holding this in my mouth I sat up to
kiss her, letting her own piss flow into her mouth. "Swallow it,"
I said before she had a chance to spit it out, and down her throat
it went.

"Now, my dear, I mean to have your cunny again." The little
girl accepted this mutely, her wilfulness in abeyance. "But first
you must take my cock in your mouth." She opened her mouth
obediently, sucking the tip. I placed her hands on the shaft,
showing her how so stimulate me. Once she had brought me to a
fine stand I eased my way back into her cunny, kissing her all
the while as I violated her. I brought myself to spending point
and then withdrew. I told Catherine to squat over my ready cock
and discharge the rest of her urine. As she let the water flow I
stroked my shaft until the sperm boiled up, pearly white mixing
in the golden flow of her piss and spattering her bald cunny and
belly. Grasping her buttocks I pulled her cunny to my mouth so
that I could drink down the rest of the delicious fluid. I kissed
her once more, darting my tongue deep in her mouth so that she
should taste her own piss.

"And now we will bring matters to a close," said I. A look of
relief crossed her face, thinking her suffering was over. But not
so. "Kneel on the floor, my girl," I instructed her. As I stood
over her, pendent cock in my hand, she realized what was about
to happen to her.

"Oh, sir," she moaned as I began to piss on her, soaking her hair
with my urine. The hot piss flowed all over her body, and I
directed the flow directly on her charming little breasts. As my
bladder emptied I instructed her to open her mouth, and directed
the last of my flow therein. "Swallow it all!" I warned her, and
she did so, tears in her eyes once again as my hot piss filled her
belly.

"There, now, little one, we are at an end," I told her. "You may
get dressed." Now that my passion was satisfied I began to feel
a little regret in the way I had treated her.

The violated little girl began to dress, covered in piss and semen
as she was. I dressed too and then beckoned her to sit in my lap
once more.

"Dear Catherine, you have given me the greatest pleasure. I
know you did not like it so well, but after all you had no choice
in the matter."

I took three gold sovereigns from my pouch and presented them
to her. Her eyes opened wide to see them. I had no doubt that
she had never held so much money in her hands in all her nearly
twelve years. "Now, my dear girl, say what I did to you was not
so bad after all, and you shall have another two sovereigns."

"Oh, sir, for such money you might do it all again," said she, in
a brighter voice. "And if you had told me that at the beginning I
should not have made such a fuss."

"Your tears and screams were part of the pleasure, my dear," I
explained.

"What a queer man you are," said she. "Do you want to do put
your thing in me again?"

"Sweet Catherine, you have so satisfied me that I could not
possibly return to the fray," I said, and indeed it had been many
years since I had spent so many times in such a short interval.
After giving her the promised money - much to her delight - I
led her downstairs to return her to the dubious care of Mrs.
Spencer.

***





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.


Alice's Tale

I left my room when I thought the house was quiet, but as I crept
along the corridor I saw a light coming. I ducked into a little
alcove as my father walked by, no doubt doing a last check that
all was secure. My heart was beating in my chest lest I be
discovered, for what could I then say? But he saw me not, so all
was well. I slipped into Willie's room, to find him lying on his
bed, quite naked, his pego stiff already. The lamp was placed so
that it cast a shadow of his lovely cock on the wall, magnified
several times. "How would you like one that large?" jested
Willie.

"I love yours just the way it is," I declared, going on my knees
by the side of the bed and taking him in my mouth. This was
just a little preliminary toying for I wanted to feel him inside
me. I climbed up on the bed, first presenting my cunny to him so
he could moisten me well with saliva, just like the first time he
fucked me. Then I straddled him, full of delight as he penetrated
me, for as you know dear his cock is somewhat bigger than
Frederick's. As I began to ride him he lifted my nightdress off
me, "For I want to glory in your sweet little bubbies," said he.

I lifted myself so that the head of his cock protruded almost
wholly out of me, and then pushed down on him. This
stimulation soon brought on his crisis and he began to spend. I
had a fancy to see him shoot and so I held his spouting cock
against my pussey and the hot sperm jetted over my belly and
breasts, even to my chin. I fell forward, kissing him with
passion, smearing the sperm across both our bodies. As I had
not spent yet he bid me sit over his mouth so that he could
gamahuche me.

I began in the forward-facing position, my hands on his
shoulders for support, but after a few delightful moments of his
tongue working in me I turned round so that I could work his
pendent pego back to life. Caressing the shaft, nibbling the head
and tickling the balls soon woke the steed from its slumbers. I
shifted my position on his mouth a little, bringing my arsehole
to his tongue, sighing in delight as he began pushing the tip into
the sphincter. I am sure you can imagine my plan, dear Beatrice
- indeed yes, another taste of that obscene delight that Frederick
gave me. I was ready, and placed myself on hands and knees,
begging William to enter me. He did not take my hint, I fear, for
he took me in the more legitimate path of love; and indeed so
delicious was the feeling of his ready cock filling my pussey I
was tempted to enjoy the whole course so. But - no - I wanted
the more extreme delight - and so reaching behind me I took his
shaft in my fingers and directed the tip to my bottom-hole.
"Miss Alice, are you sure? You are delicately made there, and I
do not want to hurt you," he said.

"Push on, dear Willie," I replied. "Do you forget that when you
first fucked me the pain was no barrier to my seeking
fulfilment?"

Ah, to feel the big head of his cock push into my narrow tunnel,
indeed it stung and I felt quite queer. "Pause a while, Willie," I
asked the butler. I could feel my anus gaping wide, stretched by
the intruding instrument, but after a few moments the
discomfort eased. "Press on, my love," I instructed, and I felt his
belly against my buttocks as his cock glided fully into me. He
began to caress my clitoris and, as my amorous feelings grew,
slowly moved in and out of me.

"Ah, Miss Alice, your bottom is warm and loving and so
deliciously tight," said my lover. "Do you like my cock inside
you?" - I moaned an affirmative - "Of course you do," said he,
indulging in his penchant for obscene talk. "You like me
buggering you, little one, my cock in your sweet tight bottom-
hole. Just thirteen years old and you have had me in every
orifice of your body, what a bad little girl you are, so wicked!"
he murmured. His rude talk excited us both to higher passions -
"Ah, fuck, yes, fuck, bugger - bugger," grunted William but all I
could do was moan at the monster so nobly plunging in and out
of me.

"Let us try a different position," said William, withdrawing his
pego from me. "Sit in my lap, dear girl." I did so, facing him,
whereupon he placed his hands on my buttocks, spread them
wide, and once more eased his cock into my fundament.
Pressing his lips to mine with grand ardour, he gently lifted me
up and down on the probing instrument. Ah! Somehow his cock
seemed to reach even deeper into me in this position. Pushing
my torso a little away from him, he stooped to bring his mouth
to my bubbies, licking and kissing them in rapture. I spent in an
agony of delight and the contractions of my bowels thus
prompted brought Willie to the crisis as well. Dear Beatrice, I
swear I could feel each throb and spurt of his lovely penis as it
discharged its tribute to Venus deep into my loving bowels.
What a wonderful fuck - buggering, I should say - it was!

As Willie's cock softened, the contractions of my bottom
squeezed him out. I stooped to take the lovely author of my joys
into my mouth, all soiled and reeking as it was, embracing the
sheer depravity of the act. We cuddled and kissed in the lovely
afterglow of our delicious spending. Willie whispered in my ear,
"That is something the cock never does to the poor hens, little
Alice!" How I laughed at his little joke, dearest Beatrice. After a
little more kissing and toying I bade goodnight to my willing
lover and crept back to my bed, sleeping the sleep of the truly
just - those who have been well fucked!

***

Pressing me to her so our soft breasts rubbed at each other
through the silk of our night-gowns, Alice gave my bottom a
salacious squeeze and said, "And you have yet to have a cock
here, my dear... how I would like to see a man operate upon you
in that way." I blushed a little and called her a wicked minx, and
that brought our little t�te-�-t�te to an end.

The day proved to be a glorious one, and Frederick declared it
was perfect weather for a picnic. He made a pretence of inviting
his parents, and to his obvious pleasure they declined. Thus it
was that Old Adam drove our little party - being Alice and
Frederick, William and Lucy, and of course your loving
Beatrice. Fred directed the driver to take us to a hilltop about
three miles from the house, where we should eat and then enjoy
the walk home. Easily done; Adam took us to the spot and
helped us carry the blankets and hampers and other
accoutrements to a nearby forest clearing that Fred had chosen
for the meal. Frederick then dismissed the driver, reminding him
to return the next day to collect the various items for we did not
want to be encumbered in our peregrination back to the house.

The glade was indeed a lovely spot, surrounded by spreading
oaks dappled with sunlight. William laid the blankets and Lucy
prepared the food, and as we ate and drank we talked of
innocent things - Frederick of his progress at school, Lucy of
her recent trip home, Mr. William of his experiences in Biarritz
(his wholesome experiences, I mean you to understand) and so
on. But under this easy chatter ran an electric current of
anticipation, and it seemed as if each eye was glorying in the
bodies surrounding it.

Withdrawing a bottle of fizz (the precursor to so many of our
revels) Frederick stood. "Let us be free," said he, "and have no
secrets. We know how things stand between us, but
notwithstanding our varied pleasures we have not yet had a
grand encounter. Let us repair that oversight, and all delight in
each other's charms."

"I shall be Master of Ceremonies," he continued. "And to begin
I would like to see you, dear Mr. William, take Lucy." Alice and
I clapped in delight at this and William nodded his head in
acceptance of the task. Beckoning the willing maid to him, he
began to kiss her lovingly, making sure we spectators could see
their tongues entwining. Soon the maid's uniform was at her
feet, her fine body exposed to us. Mr William shed his clothes
too, his prick stiff and ready for its duty. Laying Lucy on the
blanket he placed himself over her and brought his cock to the
charge. The lusty maid was already inflamed with desire and
eagerly received his noble tool. I crawled closer to watch as he
plunged in and out of her while Alice began to kiss Lucy's
mouth, sucking her tongue and fondling her proud breasts.
Frederick stood looking on, his prick released from his breeches,
stiff at the appealing scene.

This was just a preliminary fuck to begin the revel and it was
not many moments before Mr. William let out a gasp - "I
spend!" said he, withdrawing from her pussey to spray his
sperm across her belly and breasts. Alice and I eagerly licked up
the pearly strands, before each giving Lucy a loving kiss.

"Dear sister," said Fred to Alice, "I yield the gavel to you. You
shall pick what you would like to see next."

"Ah, Fred, how kind," said the girl, a sparkle in her eye. "I
choose you to fuck dear Beatrice."

It was just what I would have had her say, and I patted the
blanket to indicate Fred lay down beside me. His prick was still
standing proud from his breeches, and I caressed it in my fingers
as he kissed my face and neck, sucked my tongue, and began to
undress me. I was in a ferment of excitement as he stroked and
fondled my bubbies. Alice, William and Lucy observed in
delight as Frederick and I undressed each other fully. Fred lay
back on the blanket, beckoning me to straddle him. Easing his
cock into my longing snatch I rode a fine St. George upon him.

I was eager for him to spend and give me the libation of love for
which I was longing, but Alice had other ideas. Placing a hand
on my shoulder to stop my motions upon her brother, she told
me to lie over Fred reversed and embark on a mutual
gamahuche. No soon said than done, and I took Fred's lovely
cock into my mouth as his tongue laved my pussey. I felt a
finger at my bottom-hole and craning my head back I saw it was
Alice trying to invade my arsehole. As always it was a little
painful to have anything penetrate my smaller hole, but such
was my lust the pain only added stimulation. I continued to kiss
and caress Fred's pego, hard as marble.

"It is coming Beatrice, yes, keep sucking, you will make me
spend directly," gasped Fred. I redoubled my actions on his cock
and felt his balls give a convulsive shudder; the sperm boiled up
as I locked my lips round the tip of his penis to make sure I
would not miss a drop of his lovely emission. The delight of his
hot sperm filling my mouth set me off into a wonderful spend
and I almost smothered poor Fred with the frenzy of my
emission. Clambering off him I turned to him for a kiss,
mingling tongues and saliva.

"And now you have the say," said Alice to me.

"I say, more fizz," I replied. "Let us rest a few minutes and
recharge our energies." William served the champagne and it
soon lifted us to a new state of feverish anticipation.

"Let us proceed," I said. "The next romp must be brother and
sister." Ah, how sweetly Alice blushed at that. I knew she had
greatly enjoyed her first fuck with her brother, yet she felt
shame and guilt too.

"Bad Beatrice," said she, her face red, "to let the secret out." But
her shame was mixed with stimulation, and I knew she was
ready to commit the illicit act once more.

"Dear Mistress, feel no shame," said Lucy. "For it is a more
common desire than you think. I have an older brother, Tom,
and when I was twelve or so he began to beg me to lie with him.
I never would, thinking it a great sin. But that was before dear
Mr. William initiated me into the ways of love � and so when I
was home last week�." Now it was the maid's turn to blush,
despite her words that Alice should feel no shame. "Well... that
is a tale for another time, perhaps - but dear Mistress Alice, I
will think nothing worse of you to see you fuck your brother.
Indeed it would be most stimulating."

Alice somewhat regained her composure. "Well then, Frederick,
let us do as requested," said she. Fred, still naked, lifted the
sitting girl to her feet and began to undress her, covering her
with kisses as she did so, lips and tongues twining. He kissed
her white neck and ran his tongue in each ear. Then he kneeled,
the little girl still standing, and began to worship her small
breasts, the nipples taut with excitement. Kissing down across
her belly, he swirled his tongue in her navel (making her
squirm) before applying his talented tongue to her mons veneris.
She placed her hands on his head as if to push him harder
against her. "Oh, Fred, how nicely you kiss me there," she said.
"Dearest brother, you give me the most wicked pleasure."

Fred then pulled his sister down onto the blanket with him,
kissing her yet more delightedly and caressing and squeezing
her delicate little titties. The sister, her passions growing, took
the hot and ready cock of the brother in between her pretty lips,
licking and sucking him well, cupping his testicles with her soft
and delicate hand. Fred's cock, stiff already, seemed to stiffen
and grow yet further under his sister's loving actions. Her rich
blonde hair fell across his lap, like a pool of gold.

"Do not spend in her mouth, Fred," I instructed. "I want to see
you fuck her properly, her snug little pussey is just the place for
the fraternal penis."

Alice, an increasingly eager partner in this game of incest,
ceased the ministrations of her mouth and positioned her cunny
about the eager weapon. She gasped in delight as she sank upon
the ready steed, riding him with delight and energy.

"Fred, give your sister the postilion," I commanded. I took his
index finger in my mouth to moisten it with my spittle, and he
then duly applied the finger to Alice's sweet wrinkled
fundament. She let out a little yelp of delight at this, and so they
ran on, lost in lust and love for one another, until with a yell and
a great heave of his hips Frederick discharged his libation into
his sister's cunny. She, feeling the hot sperm pump into her,
spent in the greatest delight. "Oh, what a delicious sin to fuck
my brother!" gasped she. "Dear Fred, how I love to feel you in
me, you shall have me whenever and wherever you like."

"Dearest sister," replied he, "Your little pussey is my temple of
worship, and I only regret I did not become a hierophant well
before this."

"And now," I said, "Let Lucy have her pick."

Lucy said she would have made the same choice as me, to see
brother work upon sister, and was ready to yield the honour to
William. But Frederick was not satisfied with that. "Then you
must choose something else, my dear," said he.

"Ah, my other idea is so wicked you would not obey," was her
reply.

"Say it, still" urged Fred. "You may be sure I will obey."

"Then I should like to see Mr. William take your pego in his
mouth and suck you to a spend," said she. "For both you and he
have often said how salacious you find the idea of Alice or
Beatrice in my arms, and how all men like to see girls play
together; well, sir, I say we girls we must have our whims
respected too!"

Both Fred and Willie looked a little discomfited at this demand.
Frederick, however, spoke up. "Since I started school I have
hardly been a stranger to the fun one boy may have with
another," said he. "It is an action of necessity when no girls are
to be had. When surrounded by the fairer sex, as I am so
delightfully now, then it is the girls I prefer to play with. But,
dear Lucy, I promised to obey and I am wiling to do so, if Willie
agrees."

Willie indicated his agreement.

"Ah, but I am not finished yet," said Lucy. "After you have
spent in Willie's mouth, Master Fred, I want you and Mistress
Alice to suck him to a spend, taking turns, and I want to see him
shoot his seed all over your faces."

"Lucy!" expostulated Alice. "Wherever did you get such a
wicked idea?" The lusty maid merely smiled and said, "But will
you do it?" Alice accepted the charge.

Willie dropped to his knees in front of Fred, whose cock was
already raising its head at the thought of the encounter. It was
not long before Willie had kissed, sucked and licked Fred to a
glorious cockstand, not forgetting to kiss and caress his testicles
as well. The imaginative butler even worked a finger into Fred's
arsehole and you may be sure that under such stimulation it was
not very long before Fred gave a convulsive sigh and began to
fire his juice of love into the willing butler's mouth. Willie
swallowed every drop with gusto. Fred withdrew from the
butler's mouth, his cock now softening in contrast to the butler's
rampant and ready tool.

Willie stood, his eyes glistening at the anticipation of the wicked
act that was about to take place.

"Dear sister," said Fred, reaching out a hand to Alice, "shall we
begin?" Brother and sister knelt before Willie, and Fred took the
noble instrument in his mouth, sucking and kissing it lovingly
before directing it at his sister's mouth. Then they both began to
pay their homage, licking and kissing the shaft and scrotum,
their tongues and lips often mingling as they did so; and how
they delighted in kissing each other with the head of Willie's
pego between their lips!

The butler was sighing in ecstasy at this double attack, boy and
girl, brother and sister, worshipping at his cock and balls with
eager passion. "My darlings, I am ready to spout," said he,
grasping the root of his cock in his fingers. He directed the first
gout of pearly sperm across Fred's upturned face, before turning
the flow to Alice, splattering her with his seed. Then he turned
again to Fred, ensuring that both brother and sister were equally
soiled with his randy flood. Lucy was watching the obscene
display with her fingers plunged in her lovely quim, and as the
butler's spend died away she instructed, "and finally, mistress
and master, I want to see you lick up all the spend on each
other's face."

The siblings complied, tenderly caressing each other as they
licked up Willie's emission. Alice sucked some of the semen
into her mouth and then kissed Fred, transferring the delicious
gift to him. As brother and sister cleaned up all traces of
Willie's passion, Lucy brought herself to a glorious spend. I
presented my cunny to her mouth and in just a few seconds her
eager tongue brought me to the same peak of pleasure.

When we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Lucy said "And
so now it is your turn, William."

"Let us have a general romp, and be free with each other
without hesitation," said he.

I needed to hear it but once, and jumped directly into the arms of
Frederick. Kissing him with ardour I said, "You have just spent,
I know, but I shall bring you back to hardness again." As I took
his pendent cock in my mouth, Alice declared that William must
fuck her from behind, while she gamahuched Lucy.

"But first you must do as Beatrice is doing, for my cock is
presently exhausted," said she.


End of Part 03/05