Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 18:01:09 +0200 (CEST)
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Subject: Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or They All Do It. (Victorian underground erotica;  with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [04/05]

Lady Beatrice Pokingham: Or `They All Do It.' (Victorian underground erotica;
with previously unpublished material) (public domain) [04/05]


Alice's Tale

Without you, my dear Beatrice, and with Fred hors d'combat,
you may well imagine how I chafed at the enforced restrictions
upon me. Of course my thoughts often turned towards that night
with Mama, and I even imagined going to her room at night,
when she had put the light out, in the role of Pearl. But I felt the
risk of being uncovered was too great - and what would my
mother feel to learn she had lain with her daughter? I could see
no way to enjoy her charms again without your help to bring it
about, dear Beatrice. I can tell you my thoughts even strayed
towards Papa, but again I would have needed your sly assistance
to seduce him first (for I have seen him cast his eye at you) and
work him to such a pitch of erotic passion that the thought of
fucking his own daughter would excite him rather than appal
him.


***
(Be it noted here, dear Walter, that I did not tell Alice I had
indeed tried to seduce her father, and neither did I tell her what I
knew of his erotic inclinations both through peeping on him
when he was about her clothing and from the butler's delightful
tales. Surprized - indeed doubtful - that she had seen him cast an
eye at me, I resolved to make another attempt on him should I
have the chance.)

***

It was no easier to turn to the dear Willie or lovely Lucy, for
neither could come to me at night (nor I go to them) since Mama
had placed the servant in the corridor outside Fred's room. The
weather was rainy at this time, so I could not even have the
pretext of a walk in the grounds to get Lucy or William alone. I
do not mean to suggest, dear Beatrice, that I was wholly without
libidinous opportunities, for when Lucy came to make up my
bed the morning after you left, I prevailed upon her to turn up
her skirts that I could revel in her glorious cunny and lick and
suck her to a spend.

"Little mistress, how delightful to feel your tongue there," said
she. "And I must caress you in return, but let us be quick lest I
am missed." I kissed her lovingly, my lips wet with the moisture
that had escaped from her, as she put me upon my bed and dived
her tongue into my waiting cunt, even sliding a finger into my
bottom-hole for extra stimulation. In moments I came to a
glorious spend, and after a little more of kissing and petting,
Lucy adjusted her clothes and returned to her more legitimate
duties. "What a shame you cannot join our little sessions in Mr.
William's pantry," said the maid as she left. "For I do so love to
see his pego filling your sweet little cunny."

Reflecting on Lucy's words, a fine idea came to me. Of course I
could not go into the pantry by the legitimate entry, for that
would surely be observed. But you will remember, dear
Beatrice, that I told you there is a half-glass door that used to
open onto the passage behind the pantry. Ah, peeping through
that door first initiated me into the mysteries of love, as I saw
Willie shoving his great thing into Lucy. Now it occurred to me
that if Willie could open that door, why, I might have access to
his pantry unobserved; and should and of the other staff knock, I
would have time to hide myself in the passageway.

I put this idea to Willie later that day and you may be sure his
eyes sparkled with the delight of it. "Why, Miss Alice, how
could I have been such a blockhead as to not think of that
myself! It shall be done and then we shall have some fine
adventures together."

The key to the door had long been lost but Willie, ingenious
with his hands, disassembled the lock, removed the bolt, and
then replaced the housing so that nothing should appear to be
amiss. Applying a little sweet oil to the hinges to ensure silence,
my secret ingress was complete. As he told me of his operations
his pego began to swell in his trousers at the thought of being
able to enjoy me and Lucy.

The next day dawned clear and bright and, after breakfast, I told
Mama (and sometimes I found it hard to look at her without
blushing, thinking of her full breasts and sweet cunt under her
clothing) I was going to a ramble in the park, so that I should
not be missed.

I then hurried to the entrance to the passageway, which I was
pleased to find Willie had cleaned, so that I should not be
marked by dirt or dust. As agreed with Willie I waited until he
brought the silverware from breakfast into the pantry,
accompanied by Lucy, and locked the door behind him.

Stepping out from behind the door, I jumped into William's
arms, locking my legs about his waist. He placed his hands
under my bottom to support me as we kissed eagerly, his tongue
diving into my mouth. Lucy, meanwhile, dropped to her knees
to unbutton his rapidly stiffening cock. She applied her mouth to
the noble shaft and William and I continued to tangle tongues.

"Let us make Alice naked," said Lucy. "I want to see your
lovely cock filling her, William." No sooner said than done;
William lifted my dress off over my head and sat me, naked but
for boots and stockings, on the edge of his accounting desk.
"Prepare the way," he told Lucy, and she anointed my cunny
with copious saliva before placing the head of his rigid cock at
the mouth of my waiting cunt. With a gentle shove he slid inside
me to the base of his pego, thereupon beginning the delicious in
and out movements that would rapidly bring me to the peak of
ecstasy. Lucy meanwhile stood up and began to kiss me and
caress my bubbies.

I was so deliciously exited, dear Beatrice, and William's pego
seemed to fill me more than ever before. He grunted and began
to spend, withdrawing his lovely penis to spout his seed over my
belly and breasts. Seeing the pearly liquor splatter my body, I
too spent in ecstasy.

But my pleasure turned to panic as my mother's voice was heard
outside - "William, are you in your pantry?" Alarmed, William
hurriedly buttoned himself up as I scurried into the corridor and
pulled the door shut behind me. Lucy placed herself at the hot
sink and began washing the cutlery from breakfast, as William
went to unlock the door. But before he could get there, my
mother's hand was upon the handle. When the butler let her in
she asked why the door had been locked.

"Simply so that I may not be disturbed as I count the plate,
mistress," said he. "But I shall leave it unlocked in the future."

"No, do as you please, William," said she, any suspicions that
may have arisen in her mind apparently allayed by the butler's
words. "I merely wished to speak with Lucy - Lucy, Alice has
told me how much she likes you as her maid, and I wish to
thank you for your service. She told me she was a little cold and
you got into bed with her. I hope she is not too much trouble?"

"Thank-you, mistress," said Lucy with a curtsey. "Miss Alice is
no trouble at all. Indeed she is very good to me, and it was a
pleasure to warm her."

Mama thanked the maid once more, and left. Ah, Beatrice, the
fact I was looking on unbeknownst to her through my little
peephole, the butler's sperm over my body, was greatly exciting
to me - as too was the double meaning to Lucy's words that it
was a pleasure to warm me. If Mama knew just how Lucy had
warmed me - ah, how wrong she was to believe me the
innocent!

After Mama had left, William quietly locked the door again and
I stepped out from my hiding place. The sight of my naked,
soiled body somewhat revivified the erotic mood that had
dissipated with my mother's appearance. "Let me see you fuck
Lucy, dear William, for surely my mother will not return," I
said. The butler was hesitant, but after my nimble fingers had
released his pego once more and I had brought him to a stand
with my mouth, he was ready and randy to fuck the maid. I
directed his cock to her willing, gaping cunt, caressing her
clitoris with my finger as he moved in and out of her.

"I want to see you put it in her bottom-hole," I told Willie. He
lifted her up onto the desk where he had fucked me, and canted
up her legs well. Placing his prick, well lubricated by her cunny,
against her smaller hole, he pushed past the elastic sphincter.
Lucy gasped a little to feel him enter her, but my finger playing
about her cunny soon lifted her passions high. "That's it, my
William, fuck her bottom-hole" I whispered. Then, kissing Lucy
and running my tongue in her ear I said, "How does it feel, dear
Lucy, to have Willie in your bottom-hole? Is it not the most
delicious thing to be buggered?"

"Oh, Miss Alice, I see Willie has been teaching you to use
dreadful words, just as he likes," panted the maid. "It is so
rude!"

I kissed her once more with passion, and between the sight of
our tangling lips and tongues and that of his cock invading her
bottom-hole, he soon groaned and began to spend. "Can you
feel him shooting in your bowels, darling Lucy?" I whispered to
the maid. "Is that not the most delicious clyster?"

"Oh, Miss Alice, next time it shall be your bottom-hole he
outrages," said the maid as the butler withdrew his soiled penis
from her, a trickle of sperm flowing from her as he did so.

"Now, let us dress you before we are disturbed again," said
William. He and Lucy helped me on with my discarded clothes,
giving me many a tickle and caress as they did so. Once dressed,
I gave each of them a loving kiss, and departed through my
secret entrance. I then did indeed take a long walk through the
grounds, so as to keep up the fiction, during which I cogitated
on how I might be able to enjoy my dear brother's intimate
caresses.


***

Alice's exciting story pleased me greatly, and I had been idly
toying with my cunny as she spoke. She was heated too, and
was ready for a romp. "Let us embrace, dear Beatrice, but first I
will make water," said she. Indulging my growing letch, I
declared I should watch her, and I placed my head close to her
belly so that I could watch the golden flow.

"Now you shall watch me piss," I declared, trading places with
me. As I fired away she ran her fingers in the steam, enjoying
the feeling of the warm piss running over her fingers. When I
finished she even licked the golden drops remaining on my
pussey.

"What a lovely new way to play," she breathed, flushed with
erotic excitement. "Come to the bed and let us love each other."

Gladly doing so, I took her in my arms and we kissed lovingly,
our tenderness giving way to hotter passion as we explored each
other. No matter how many times I saw her naked, Alice always
aroused me, and I delighted in gamahuching her sweet cunny.
After we had made one another spend in ecstasy, each with a
finger in the other's posterior, Alice murmured that she would
go on with her story the following night and we drifted into
sleep, still in each other's arms.

I was not very attentive to my lessons the following day,
looking forward to more of her salacious tale, and I earned a
reprimand from Miss Pennington, who called me to the front.
She bent me across her lap, and administered a dozen blows
with the rod. I told you before, Walter, how dreadfully I was
birched aged just seven years old when I drew those caricatures
of her. But this time the punishment was gentle and, as it
seemed to me, designed not to chastise me but, rather, just to
draw the blood in that direction. Indeed, her hand on me was
more caressing than minatory, and she even gave my bottom a
fond, delicate squeeze at the end of the chastisement.

As I rose to go back to my seat, I noted a flush on her face. I
said previously that Miss Pennington was a rather crabbed and
severe old girl of five-and-thirty, but that was the judgment of a
callow child. I was a young woman now, and, moreover, had
tasted the delights of love with an older woman in the arms of
Alice's mother. My bottom glowing warm and in a state of
heightened arousal, Miss Pennington no longer seemed old to
me - truly, the very opposite! I 'received sight forthwith, and
arose, and was baptized' into a new understanding. I resolved
that either alone or with the help of my Alice, I should seduce
Miss Pennington.

If my strength holds, dear Walter, I shall recount my victory
over her. As I think on that dear creature (as now she appears in
my memory) I recall those caricatures I made of her - one
showing her sitting on a chamber utensil, and the other of her
easing herself in a field - it occurs to me that even at the tender
age of seven the seeds of some of my future passions and
letches were present. But my narrative is long already, and I
grow weak; I cannot promise this tale. Ah, alas that so many
memories and experiences shall pass with me into the grave!

Getting back to my desk, I could see Alice was stimulated by
the sight of me being birched and that in turn made her neglect
her work. "What! You too, Miss Marchmont?" said Miss Penn.
"Mend your ways, girl, or your also shall be birched!" Perhaps
Alice would have enjoyed that rather than the opposite, and I
suspect the threat just made her blood boil all the more. The
hours passed but slowly for the both of us until at last we were
in our private little chamber again.

As we undressed for bed, Alice said that she wanted to see me
make water again, but that this time we should piss together into
the pot. This we did, laughing as our streams crossed each other
and the hot fluid splashed over our legs and the floor too. After
we had wiped each other off (and cleaned up the liquid on the
floor too) we jumped into bed and Alice continued her tale.

Alice's Tale, continued

Try as I might, I could think of no easy way to enjoy my
brother's affections. But the solution came unlooked for, since
my father had arranged delivery of a bath-chair so that Frederick
could be mobile while his ankle healed. That was the answer
indeed, for I could play the dutiful sister and offer to wheel Fred
around the park for a change of scenery; and once we were safe
from prying eyes I should be the very opposite of a good sister
to him.

That afternoon I put my little plan into action, and I could see
from the sparkle in Fred's eye that he had a good idea of exactly
my intention. Mama placed a blanket over Fred's legs, looking
kindly on my offer and thinking me the picture of sibling
concern. The bath-chair was well made and with good-sized
wheels so I had no difficultly in pushing Fred wherever it took
our fancy to go. For the first hour I kept to the regular paths, in
case it should come into anyone's mind to join us. When we
both felt sure we should not be disturbed, I wheeled Fred to the
very same copse where Mr. William had made me a woman, for
I intended to fuck my brother in the spot where I had first been
fucked.

"Dear Alice, how good it is to be alone with you at last. I am fit
to burst with need for you. See, my prick is already bursting out
of my breeches!" So saying, Fred let out his manly pego, which
naturally had a most stimulating effect on me, even though I had
been well fucked already that morning by Mr. William.

"What a hurry you are in, dear brother!" I laughed, slipping off
my dress so that it should not be stained by the grass and
kneeling by the side of the chair. Grasping his lovely cock with
my fingers, I ran my hand up and down the shaft. "How stiff and
ready he is!" said I. "Would you like me to suck him?"

"Dear Alice, sweet sister, yes, take my cock between your
lovely lips," begged he. Kneeling on the grass by his side, quite
naked having slipped off my stockings too, I engulphed his
lovely penis with my willing mouth. Opening his breeches
further I caressed his balls and tickled his bottom-hole, and I
would have pushed a finger inside him but for his inconvenient
position. No matter; he spent almost directly, filling my mouth
with such pulsing jets of semen that I could not swallow it all; I
coughed and the seed squirted over my face and his trousers too.
"Ah, Fred, one would think you had never spent before, so
copious was your emission," I said to him. Indeed so rampant
was he, his prick hardly softened at all despite the deluge he had
just poured fourth.

"And now I must fuck you," said he. "Help me take off my shirt
and I will lie on the lawn." Thus arranged, his trousers round his
ankles (for to take them off fully was too much derangement) I
sat over him and with a sigh of pleasure eased his stiff cock into
my longing cunny. "Ah, Fred, how I love to have you in me,"
said I. "Charlie had it just right, what a delight is the practice of
incest!" I began to move up and down on him while he caressed
my little bubbies.

"Dear sister, yes, how snug your cunny feels" said he. "Lean
down and put your tongue in my mouth, dear." This I willingly
did. Feeling he was near to a spend and wanting to prolong the
bout, I let his cock slip out of me and, turning, brought my
pussey to his mouth. He was not behindhand in beginning a
delightful gamahuche, while I took his cock once more into my
mouth.  I caressed his balls and, wetting a finger in my mouth,
postillioned him.

"Alice, how good that feels!" said he. "I shall repay you in
kind." I wriggled in delight as I felt his finger invade my
fundament. We ran on so for some minutes until Fred indicated
he was near to spending.

"I want to feel you shoot inside me," I said, settling my cunny
over his prick and riding a St. George until with a sigh and gasp
he arched his back and paid another tribute of balmy sperm into
my eager cunt. Feeling the incestuous liquor fill me, I too spent,
falling forward onto his chest and kissing him with the greatest
ardour. "Dear brother, I love you so!" I said. "How I shall miss
you when I have to return to school."

"As I shall miss you, sweet sister. But at least you will find
some comfort in the arms of dear Beatrice" he replied, returning
my fond kisses.

Lying with my head on Fred's chest I idly toyed with his now
pendent cock. "Dear brother," I said, "I have a tale I want to tell
you, but will you promise not to think of me too badly if I relate
it?"

"Alice," said he, "If (as I suspect) this adventure is in the erotic
sphere, then be free - for nothing you could tell me could make
me love you any less. Indeed the most debauched tale would
surely only increase my love and desire for you."

Thus encouraged, I told him of what had taken place in your
room, dear Beatrice. Ah, how his cock stiffened as I told him
how Mama had come to lie with you, and found me with a
strange girl - and how you managed it so that I was not
discovered, but instead enjoyed a most wicked frolic.

"Fred," I said to him, "You can perhaps imagine how strange I
felt when Beatrice told me to kiss Mama. But as her tongue
invaded my lips, why, it began to seem not only natural but also
delightful. As Beatrice and I undressed her, revealing her beauty
to me, how my blood was fired! Oh, Fred, Mama's breasts are
so much bigger and finer than mine. I revelled in kissing and
caressing them. And then, Fred, her cunny! She has such a
glorious profusion hair and a pouting vermillion slit. How I
delighted in kissing and licking her there, dear brother."

This narrative, as I had intended, began to work its effect on
Fred. His prick stiffened under my continued caress. But my
goal was not just another fuck, for I also wanted to engender a
passion in him for Mama.

"Mama, still thinking I was one of the staff's girls, then began to
work on me. I pressed my cunny to her mouth as she drove her
tongue into me. How I squirmed as she began to lick my
bottom-hole, Fred - it was glorious indeed. And I must also tell
you that those dildoes Beatrice used on us, why, they belonged
to Mama, whom Beatrice had seduced before! The wicked little
hussy confessed to me she wanted to use them on us after they
had been in Mama's cunny and bottom-hole. So just think of it,
Fred, you have already taken in your bottom-hole a dildo stained
with her juices. Does that not excite you?" And of course it did
excite him, dear Beatrice, for now his cock was at full stand.

"Why, Alice, you have indeed excited me terribly - I must fuck
you again, dear sister."

I climbed over him and settled down on his eager cock, and he
eagerly began to caress my bubbies. I leaned down to him for a
kiss, and as our tongues and saliva mingled I whispered, "Do
you think Mama fucks better than me, Fred? Would you like to
find out? Imagine if she were here now, would you try to fuck
her?"

These obscene suggestions stimulated Fred and he began to
thrust into me even more eagerly. To heighten the erotic
stimulation, I rose off him and applied his penis to my bottom-
hole. Slowly pushing down so that his cock penetrated the
sphincter, I sheathed him fully in my bowels. "There now, Fred"
said I, "Imagine Mama watching you buggering your own sister,
would it excite her, to see your lovely stiff cock penetrating my
tight little bottom? Would you get into her bottom too? I can
assure you, Fred, she has a lovely bottom-hole, for I have thrust
my tongue into it, sir!"

My salacious words were too much for Fred; no longer could he
hold himself back, and with a groan of delight he shot his seed
deep into my loving bowels. The delicious warmth of his
emission set off my own spend, my arsehole contracting so
tightly around his penis that he winced.

"Was that not a delicious fuck?" I said to him after he had
withdrawn, lying on his chest in the delicious after-langour of
our revels.

When we had recovered our senses a little, I helped Fred dress
and get back into the bath-chair, and we made our way back to
the hall. Mama came out to meet us as we approached, and I
was delighted to see Fred look at her in a way that was beyond
the filial. Mama did not appear to notice this, solicitously
helping him out of the chair so that he could hobble inside.

This was my last night at the hall, for the following day I would
return to school. The next morning you may be sure I was at my
station in Willie's pantry, ready for a last fuck. This encounter
passed off without interruption. We began with Willie on the
floor, Lucy taking his pego in her cunny while I placed myself
over his mouth so that he could lick me to a delicious emission.
Next, we changed places so that I could take Willie in my cunny
while he gamahuched Lucy. After he had filled my cunt with his
seed Lucy and I sucked him back to a final stand, whereafter I
expressed a desire to see him bugger Lucy. I first wetted her
lovely wrinkled little arsehole with my spittle and then placed
Willie's proud cock to the task. I handled and licked his shaft as
it entered the maid, kissing her buttocks and thrusting my
tongue into the crevice to tickle Lucy's now distended arsehole.
I moved to behind Willie to lick and caress his bottom-hole too,
before inserting my finger into him. This made him spend at
once, and after he had finished squirting his seed deep into
Lucy's bowels I applied my lips and tongue to her outraged
bottom-hole to lick and suck up Willie's spendings that leaked
therefrom.

Before departing later that morning, I made sure to secure a
private little t�te-�-t�te with Frederick. It had been decided he
would not return to school but rather remain at the hall until he
was able to walk again.

"Now, Fred, if we are quick about it I can just suck you to one
last spend before I leave," I said. Eagerly he pulled out his cock
and I took the swelling instrument between my lips. Once he
was at full stand I took his cock from my mouth (while still
handling the shaft with my fingers) and whispered, "Dear Fred,
I saw how you looked at Mama yesterday... does she not excite
and inflame you?" Fred owned that she did. "Then will you try
to seduce her?" I asked. "For I may tell you that when we played
she spoke of how she had inspected the sheets of your bed,
stained with your emissions - ah, I see you blush sir! - and so I
think you would not have to push very hard to persuade her to a
fuck. Say you will try, my brother!"

"Sweet sister, you have opened my regard to Mama's charms
and I will surely make the attempt upon her. Moreover, my love,
I shall write to you should I succeed."

"Dear Fred!" I said, lowering my lips once more to his cock and
tonguing and sucking him until he filled my mouth with a gush
of sperm, which I swallowed with joy. Buttoning him up, I gave
him a last lingering kiss and went to finish my packing.

Later that morning, my parents accompanied me to the station,
so there was no further chance to play - though as I was pretty
well sated I did not mind too much. And now I am in your arms,
dear Beatrice, and I forgive you for making me fuck my own
mother for it has led to Fred's exciting plan to fuck her too!

***

Heated by the conclusion the story and the delicious idea of
Fred enjoying his own mother, Alice and I enjoyed a mutual
gamahuche before putting out the light.

Next morning, as we dressed, Alice said, "I had the most
delicious dream, dear Beatrice, in which Miss Pennington
birched me well. No doubt seeing her spank you yesterday put it
in my mind. She was not very severe with you - now tell me
true, did it not excite you somewhat?"

I felt myself blush a little.

"Beatrice! I declare, you are spoony for Miss Pennington!"

I admitted that the birching had inflamed me, and told Alice
how Miss Pennington had caressed my bottom. "Seducing your
mother, dear Alice, has quite turned my head to the pleasures
that can be had in the arms of an older woman, and I think she
might be amenable to yet warmer embraces," I said.

In class that day I gave Miss Pennington cause to criticise me,
and she administered another birching. Again, she did not flog
me too hard and as she spanked my posterior I wriggled on her
lap hoping to somewhat stimulate her in return. Once more I
noted heightened colour in her cheeks as she sent me back to my
seat. At the end of class that day, I lingered behind. Miss
Pennington noticed me and said, "Lady Beatrice, do you require
something?" in her usual formal, almost cold tone.

"Dear Miss Pennington, I wanted to apologize for my lack of
attention in class today. I am becoming a young woman now
and it is increasingly obvious that my behaviour has not been
what it should be, especially to you."

Miss Pennington's severe look softened to hear my words. "I am
glad to hear this new attitude, Lady Beatrice," said. "It does you
credit."

I wanted to soften her yet further, and so I took her hands in
mine and kneeled before her. "And also I must apologize for
those shameful caricatures I made of you. I know that I
expressed sorrow at the time, but I did not mean it - I only spoke
to stop the flogging. But now I am truly remorseful! Dearest
Miss Pennington, I know how hard you work to educate we
young ladies and to prepare us for a world that does not treat us
well. I have never treated you with the honour and respect you
deserve!"

As I spoke these last words, my head was buried in her lap, as if
in genuine remorse but in truth so that I could press my forehead
against her belly and maybe even exert a pleasing pressure on
her cunny.

She quite melted to hear these words, lifting to my feet and
saying, "Lady Beatrice, I thank you for these words." As she
spoke I saw not the stiff and severe governess I had so grown
used to, but rather a warm and emotional woman.

"I shall do better, dear Miss Pennington, and you must remind
me if I go astray again." Saying this, I gave her a warm hug
laying my head against her breasts - once again I was playing
the innocent but naturally my goal was to inflame her. She
looked a little taken aback at this and somewhat hesitantly
returned my embrace.

"Run along now, dear Lady Beatrice, you are indeed a sweet
girl," said she. I observed her colour was up and her breath came
a little faster, and as I left the classroom I was confident I had
made a good start on seducing her. I resolved to proceed slowly
but firmly, until she was ready to take the most indecent
liberties with me.

About three weeks after, Alice received a letter from her mother,
enclosing a further private letter from her to me, as well as a
missive from Fred.

Frances' letter to Alice mentioned that Mr. Marchmont had
returned to France, taking William with him, while she
remained at the hall to look after Fred. No doubt, I thought to
myself, Mr. Marchmont was eager to once more pursue the
grossest indecencies with Henri and Aurora.

I may say here, Walter, that he took such a fancy to the house
that he later bought it. When Alice and I finished school at about
the age of seventeen, we spent a few weeks there. I had not then
repeated William's tale to Alice, but I chose to do so, for it was
my intention to bring about a grand frolic. I was successful in
my endeavours and not only did I at last get Mr. Marchmont to
fuck me, but he fucked Alice as well. It gave me the greatest
delight to see father fuck daughter, and I kissed and petted Alice
as he plunged his noble cock in her willing pussey, she
murmuring all the while, "Oh, Papa, yes, dear Papa, fuck me!"
and such like words of salacious ecstasy as the paternal sperm
filled her womb.

We cavorted with Henri and Aurora as well, both now most
attractive and accomplished lovers with absolutely no
prejudices. Aurora was with child, though whether Mr.
Marchmont's or William's or even her brother's was unknown.
How I loved to see the men fuck her and then spend all over her
swollen belly, just as much as I loved to see Alice drenched in
her own dear father's sperm.

It was during these orgies that it came out William had fucked
Alice some months before her twelfth birthday, a fact that her
father found greatly stimulating. He enjoyed seeing his daughter
being fucked or buggered by Willie - ah, Willie who too soon
after was in his grave.

Of course we were both much more interested in Fred's letter
but we were disappointed - it was just a few lines. He reported
that he was active in making the attempt on his mother, all the
more so since Lucy had once again returned home, claiming the
need to tend an ailing relative (though Fred speculated this was
a ruse to let her enjoy her brother once more). Her absence left
him "quite wild with lust" as he put it. But with his ankle still in
plaster he lacked the opportunity to bring matters to a head with
her. He owned that he had tried the ruse of asking his mother to
help him dress or even bathe, but she said to do so would not be
proper and had the servants assist him. "Yet doubt not," his
letter concluded. "Once this blasted cast is off, I shall find the
excuse to creep into her chamber and stimulate her passions just
as my dear Beatrice did. My love - and more! - to you both.
Look to hear from me soon."

Frances' letter to me was much more interesting, and I shall
transcribe it here for your delectation, dear Walter, so that you
may better know better what a hot and lecherous woman she is.

Frances' letter

Darling, daring Beatrice -

Let me begin by saying how keenly I miss you - you have
become more to me than simply my daughter's friend - you
have become my lover, and I pine for you. Your dear sweet
caresses and your lively wit - how I miss them! And how I
sorrow to miss the chance to take delight in you as you grow
from a girl to a woman, to see your bubbies - perfect as they are
now - grow, and the hair spread over your charming pussey. Oh,
my dear! How many times have I idled in a delicious reverie,
dreaming of your lips about me, pleasuring myself with the toys
I so enjoyed using on you, as you used them on me.

But this letter is not to be a dreamy recapitulation of our cavorts,
dear girl, much as I would like composing such an epistle;
rather, I have a more serious purpose.

My sweet Beatrice, I write on a delicate matter - fie, look at this!
I blush to think of what I am about to write - and how can I
blush when we have been so intimate? So to the point -

Beatrice, I must ask you what you know of relations between
Frederick and Alice. I had been most delighted to see how
sweetly Alice wheeled Frederick around the grounds before she
returned to school.

At the end of this perambulation, I helped Fred out of the bath-
chair and into the house. Once he was settled I returned to the
bath-chair to fold and bring in the blanket. Dear girl, I found that
blanket stained with semen. Now as I mentioned before, I was
aware Fred had discovered the delights of masturbation; it is a
practice polite society frowns on, but I regard it as natural and
indeed healthy. However, dear Beatrice, I had placed the blanket
on Fred myself at the start of their walk and so I knew it to be
clean. What conclusion could this leave me but that the emission
had taken place during their ramble?

My first reaction was one of horror. Had Frederick exposed
himself to Alice? Worse still, had he forced himself on her,
taking liberties of the grossest sort? Yet Alice had not looked
distressed upon her return - far from it, for indeed she appeared
the picture of health and happiness.

My next thought, dear Beatrice, was perhaps that Alice was a
willing partner in whatever had taken place. But was she just a
spectator as Fred handled himself? Did she help him to an
emission? Or was it worse, had they enjoyed each other to the
full? My son and daughter, committing the crime of incest!

Ah, Beatrice, try as I do to keep shame from me, the emotion
springs up in me as I admit - do you think me terrible? - that I
find some excitement in the idea of Alice and Fred enjoying
themselves in this way.

I thought to write to you to ask what you knew, dear Beatrice, of
how things stood between my children, for I know you are close
to Alice and I do not imagine she has many secrets from you.

But as I have been writing this letter, I have started to wonder
how far your intimacy might have proceeded with my daughter.
I reflect on the fact that you have shared a room with Alice for
about a year now, and that in this year you have both begun the
change from child to woman. I think of all the natural feelings
that arise in the body at this time (and indeed remember my own
long-ago encounter with one of the servant girls) and I begin to
imagine you may have explored each other's developing bodies
to the utmost, embracing the temptations that flesh is heir to.
Dear Beatrice, that does not alarm me (rather, it charms - even
excites me -) but it is a thought that (as thoughts are wont) leads
to another.

I recall that glorious night in your room shortly before you left
the hall (and took something of my heart with you) and fresh
questions arise in my mind. Perhaps it was mere coincidence
that 'Pearl' (to judge by my caresses of her growing contours)
seemed to be at about the same stage of development as Alice.
But I was struck by how perfumed 'Pearl' was, for the children
of the staff wash but seldom. Beatrice, when I was helping Alice
pack before she returned to school I noted that one of her bars of
soap was of the exact same scent. It could be, perhaps, that
'Pearl' had filched some of this expensive soap. But how likely
was that? And why was it that 'Pearl' was so reluctant to let me
see her face? She knew I was not really angry with her, and it
would have been only advantageous for her to have her
mistress's favour. Then I think of that night we recited speeches
(let me say I most enjoyed your declamation of Regan's speech
that you delivered to Mr. Marchmont, dear) and I recall how
able a mimic of voices my daughter is.

Dear Beatrice, was 'Pearl' truly Alice? This thought, which I
admit shocked me at first, no longer seems so terrible, for
reasons I will come to explain. My little love, I do not insist you
betray any confidence; but do know that should matters stand as
I suggest, my affections for you will not change - and perhaps
we may even find new ways to explore our passions.

You will know I have been tending Frederick these past few
weeks and I must tell you, dear Beatrice, his conduct has not at
all been what a son's should be. He casts the most longing
glances at me (thinking his gaze unobserved), and his hands
rove about me freely, somewhat masked as the natural
hesitancies of the invalid. If he has indeed seduced his sister, it
seems he now wants to seduce his mother.

I have maintained the strictest decorum towards him, but the
truth is his behaviour excites me. I have observed his swelling
prick in his breeches (he remains quite oblivious of this) and
indeed it seems a fine, study tool. Beatrice, I am inclined to
yield him the laurels and let him have his victory. And you will
gather from this that if indeed it was Alice in your bed that
evening, why, I am not at all angry with you, my love.

And so once again I urge your candour; let there be no secrets
between us, my dearest.

May it not be long until you are in my arms once more - and
believe me your truly loving -

Frances

Postscript - I have included herein a more formal letter of
greeting; this you may show to Alice, should she be curious
about what I have written to you - for if my speculations are
indeed idle fancies I would not want her to think that we were
carrying on a clandestine correspondence. But if matters stand
as I suspect, I leave it you your judgement as to whether you
show her this missive. A kiss.

***

I shared this letter with Alice in the greatest delight and it quite
fired our passions. After we had somewhat satisfied our heated
blood in just the way you will imagine (I hardly need write it),
we discussed how I should reply.

"A full and frank confession is the wisest way," counselled
Alice. "For Mama is clearly enamoured of Fred, and I should
like to join in the fun once we are all back at the hall." This was
exactly my thinking, and so I replied to Frances with candour.

That letter is lost, dear Walter, so it must suffice to say I
admitted that Pearl had indeed been Alice, and that just as
Frances thought, Alice and I had been most free with one
another for many months. I owned that Alice and Fred had
played together, but passed over the depth of their affair for I
felt there was only so much candour dear Frances could accept
at once. Out of the same prudence I did not mention Alice's
intrigue with William.

I also said that Fred had indeed spoken to us both of his growing
desire for his mother and his aim to seduce her. "Dear Frances,"
I wrote in closing (something like this, at least) "I urge you to
keep to the path you have chosen, pretending ignorance of his
wicked desires; for to let him think the victory is wholly his will
greatly increase his stimulation - and, I am sure, yours too.
Perhaps the truth can be told when next we all meet at the hall
but for now - dear Frances, my love! - do let him think he has
seduced you all unawares."

The letter written and posted, I turned my thoughts once again to
Miss Pennington.

Alice was my willing companion in my seduction of the
governess, helping me find little ways to please and flatter her in
the weeks that followed. When we were walking in the school
grounds one day, for example, Alice pointed to a blossoming
cherry tree and suggested I make a posy for Miss Pennington.  I
did so, presenting it to her with a curtsey. Another time, I used
my artistic skill to draw a portrait of her - and this one, you may
be sure, was respectful and flattering. In class the governess's
attitude to me began to change, becoming more expressive and
gentle. The change was slight, for Miss Pennington generally
maintained her prior formality, and I do not think any of the
other girls noticed. Of course Alice saw it, alive as she was to all
the shades of erotic expression.

"Dear Beatrice, press on and soon you will win her," said she.
"And indeed I begin to see why you wish it, for she is a truly
handsome woman."

Some three weeks after Frances wrote to me about her son's
manoeuvres, a letter from the young satyr himself arrived. Alice
ran up to me with the treasure, still unopened, in her hand.
"Beatrice, feel the thickness - there are several sheets in here.
Oh, he must have been successful." Placing the letter in a
pocket, she said we would read it together that night. I confess
neither of us concentrated well in the schoolroom that day, but
so softened had Miss Pennington become that she did not
remark upon it.

Tucked up in bed that night, Alice broke the red wax seal,
stamped with Frederick's signet ring, unfolded the missive, and
began to read it out loud.

Frederick's Letter

Angelic Alice, beloved Beatrice! ("Somewhat poetic" observed
Alice - "He seems full of joys, that's a promising sign, dear.")

 I write to tell you that my conquest is complete; victory is mine
- and, ah, it was no easy campaign, but what a reward! By Jove,
how splendidly mother fucks!

Some ten days ago, the doctor deemed me ready to have the cast
removed. You may well imagine the sense of freedom I felt to
be free of that damn bath-chair and able to walk where I would.
While I had tried to exercise my leg during its confinement as
the doctor advised, the muscles had still weakened such that I
needed to continue use of a crutch. And this, dear girls, was
indeed a disguised blessing, for Mama offered to accompany me
on my walks, bidding me take her arm in mine. How it thrilled
me to feel my body pressed close to hers! I played up my
weakness, sometimes pretending to stumble so that I could seize
her about the waist as if for support. Sometimes I even managed
to arrange it so that my flailing arm - all by chance, as it seemed
to her - fell across her glorious bosom. She offered only
solicitous care and no remonstrance at these intimate little
touches. Sometimes I would take her by the hand as if we were
admitted lovers, and we would walk for many minutes like this
before she gently put my arm through hers to observe the more
proper style.

One day we were surprized by an unexpected shower of rain,
and, since I was unable to walk fast there was nothing for it but
that we both were deluged. Mama had worn only the lightest of
clothing, and how prettily the wet fabric outlined her figure! I do
believe she was quite embarrassed, yet did I detect a tremor of a
warmer feeling in her? I felt the damp cloth against her skin did
indeed stimulate her. Ah, dear girls, all this pleased me greatly
and I felt I was making a credible attack on her outer
fortifications. Consider, too, with Father gone I had all the
greater share of her time and I was increasingly confident that I
should soon take over the privileges that were more rightly his.

Yet how to continue the conquest? I racked my brain so! I could
not claim a nightmare and ask to share her bed, for I am too old
for that and I could not somehow go to her chamber when it was
dark, pretending to be my father, for he was in France. I could
not even spy on dear Mama because the keyhole to her room
was rather small and moreover did not give on to the inner
chamber, where she might undress. I went so far as to imagine
using cantharides on her, but where would I get such a tincture?

I then thought of bribing Lottie (you will recall, cook's pretty
little daughter) to assume the role of 'Pearl' and go to mother's
rooms - then I would surprise them in the act and she would be
in my power. But after giving Lottie a sixpence to strip for me I
saw her bubbies were so much less developed than yours, dear
sister, that Mama would detect the subterfuge.

(I may say, dear girls, so raging with passion was I that I
prevailed upon Lottie to bring me to a most delicious spend with
her fingers and mouth - how surprized she was as my seed
spurted all over her naked body! She demanded a joey to add to
the sixpence, or, she said, "I will tell your mother of the nasty
thing you have done to me, for my Ma is always talking of the
evil of carnival knowledge and this is what she must mean!"

"Carnal knowledge, Lottie," said I. "And you shall have your
coin as long as you promise to keep the secret." I think that
when she has grown a little, in a year or two, she will be
amenable to all sorts of fun).

But such complicated strategies proved needless, for Mama
herself presented the opportunity I so keenly sought. You can be
sure my eye were never far from Mama's body, and so when I
saw a grimace of discomfort on her face as she was quizzing me
the following day on my school work (which she had made sure
I had kept up), I enquired what ailed her. "I believe that soaking
we took has raised an ache in my shoulders."

"Dear Mama, I shall knead you to ease the ache," I said. "You
have cared for me so well these past weeks that it is only right I
try to succour you now." I bid her sit on a low stool and lean on
her writing desk, and stood behind her to begin my
manipulations. I began my gently working my fingers into her
shoulders. "Does that help, dear Mama?" I asked.

"Indeed it does, Frederick, you are most gentle," said she.

Now I decided to see if I could push matters on a little. I undid
the top two closures of her dress. "Fred, what are you about?"
said she. "I am just exposing your shoulders a little, Mama, the
better to help you." I continued my operations and Mama owned
that it was much easing her. She seemed to drift off into a
pleasant reverie and so, with great care so that she should not
notice, I further undid the remaining closures. I began to stroke
and caress her fair skin, and I felt her breathing begin to change
as my actions had the effect I intended.

I was by this time almost bursting out of my breeches with
desire. I felt it was time to make the boldest attack and so I
pressed my body against her back so that she should feel my
hard cock pressing into her.

"Frederick!" said she, but before she could exclaim further I slid
my arms round her to place my hands on her breasts. I pressed
my lips against her neck and began to kiss her.

"Frederick!" said she. "How dare you embrace me in this way -
do you not know I am your mother, sir!"

"Dear Mama, let me embrace you - you have been so kind to me
of late, and I do so want to be closer to you." Saying this, I
worked one hand round her back and under her clothing so that I
could caress a breast directly; with the other I freed my cock
from my breeches and pressed once more against her so that she
could feel it directly against her skin."

"Wherever did you get such an impudent, wicked idea!" said
she - yet in a whisper, not a shout - "How can you think of such
actions with your mother!"

All this while I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, even
kissing her ears and darting my tongue therein. "Do you not
know how beautiful you are to me, Mama? Oh, I have gazed on
your lovely charms so often these past weeks, and how I have
dreamed of kissing and caressing you!"

"It is incest you propose," said she. "The punishment, were we
discovered, would be terrible."

"But we shall not be discovered, Mama, for no servant would
dare enter your chamber without permission, and besides, we
can lock the door."

My hard cock was still thrust against her, and I could tell she
was becoming increasingly aroused. She turned her head to me
now, meeting my eyes directly, a blush of shame on her face.

"You must cease this behaviour at once," she whispered.

"Dear Mama, I cannot, see how stiff you make me!" I said,
directing her hand to my rampant cock. "I must kiss your dear
lips, my loved mother." So saying I pressed my mouth to hers
and she resisted but briefly. I plunged my tongue into her mouth
and she kissed me back with growing delight.

"Dear Fred, this is a sin, and you must never speak of it to
anyone," she said. I slipped her clothing fully off her shoulders,
exposing her to my excited gaze. Falling to my knees I began to
kiss and caress her glorious bubbies. "Oh, Fred, you are so
wicked" she gasped, but I knew she was lost.

"Let us go to your bedroom," I said to her, taking her by the
hand and leading her to the inner sanctum. As she stood her
dress fell to the floor, leaving her just in charming drawers, silk
stockings and shoes. Shutting the bedroom door behind us and
turning the key in the lock, I embraced her in my arms and
kissed her once more. Now my hard pego was jutting against
her belly, and she dropped her hand down to hold it. "Why,
Fred, you are indeed quite the man," said she. "Lie on my bed
and I will give this fine fellow the kisses he so much wants."

I lay down and watched in the greatest delight as Mama
engulphed my cock in her mouth. She kissed and sucked me
with every sign of the greatest pleasure, licking and kissing my
balls as well. "Oh mother, dear mother, how delightful - it is too
much!" I groaned as I spent into her mouth, pouring a perfect
torrent of sperm into her. She willingly swallowed every drop
before once more kissing me most passionately.

"And now I must see you naked," I said, slipping off one
stocking and then the other followed by her drawers. At last her
glorious cunt was revealed to my eyes, a sight that so enflamed
me I felt I might spend at once. I stooped to kiss and lick her,
laving her sweet cunt and running a finger inside. She wriggled
with the greatest delight, murmuring my name as I caressed her
clitoris until she spent in an agony of passion.

Covering her face and mouth in eager kisses, and handling her
bubbies, I whispered in her ear, "Did you not enjoy that Mama?
Can anything so delightful truly be a sin?"

"You are a dreadful boy, Frederick, to engage in such acts with
your mother, yet I cannot deny you have given me the greatest
pleasure."

"And we have greater pleasures to come, Mama," I replied.
"Now I shall lay down and you shall mount upon me." Mother
blushed at this, but did not demur. She straddled me, her cunt
over my stiff-standing prick, locking her eyes with mine as she
began to lower herself onto me. Ah, I do not have the words to
describe how glorious it felt to possess her! Her loving cunt
embraced my prick so warmly. She began to move upon me as I
caressed her bubbies. "Dear Mama, how wonderful you are,
how finely you fuck, yes, fuck me, you cunt is most beautiful" -
I ran on like this, saying I know not what until with a groan of
ecstasy I spent. Feeling my incestuous sperm deluge the very
womb I had come from, Mama too spent.

As we lay on the bed, fondly kissing, she whispered to me,
"How wrong this is, dear Fred, mother and son - ah, it cannot
happen again, and I should not have allowed this." But as she
spoke my fingers were toying with her wonderful hairy pussey,
and I could see the passion building in her once more.

Directing her attention to my cock, again hard as marble, I said,
"Dearest mother, now we have embarked on this path, let us not
turn back but walk it to the end." She did not resist as I mounted
over her and once more entered her. Mouth pressed to mouth as
I plunged in and out of her cunt, our tongues and saliva
mingling. The stimulation was so intense that it was but a few
moments before I gave my third tribute to love, Mama clutching
me fondly as I spent.

After we had somewhat recovered, Mama said to me, "My dear
son, this is very wrong, and I wonder whatever gave you the idea to
seduce me so deliciously. But you must be very discreet, my dear
Fred, for if it were uncovered it would disgrace us both for ever."

"Dear Mama, say that you will let me have you again and I swear to
keep the secret always," I said. She blushed but did not demur.
Bidding me dress, she kissed me once more and gave my prick a
most delightful suck. "Go now, Fred, so that you are not missed. I
will clean myself and join you later."

Ah, dear Alice, dear Beatrice, such joy I felt as I left Mama's
chamber - does not Mama have a glorious body, and how hotly she
fucks! We have coupled many times since then, for under the pretext
of tending to my school work it does not seem amiss that I visit her
room each day. She has quite forgotten her former reluctance and
our encounters grow ever more ingenious. She has shown me her
collection of dildoes, and bid me use one on her bottom-hole while I
was in her cunt. It was but a short step from this that she was
lecherous for me to fuck her arsehole properly, and great was my
delight to push my pego therein and fill her bowels with my loving
semen. She has used a dildo on my bottom too, and we have even
made water for each other. Of course I have not revealed that I know
that you too seduced her, my Beatrice, nor yet than when she fucked
'Pearl' she was indeed fucking her own daughter. But I have it in
mind that when we are all next at the hall I shall engineer a grand
orgy, and Mother shall fuck daughter and son together - what a revel
that will be!

Let this be enough from me for now, for Mama is waiting for me
and I am dying to be in her cunny and arsehole - but be assured I
often dream too of your charms, dear sister, dear Beatrice -

Your brother and lover,

Fred.

***


We were both delighted by this letter, and how Frances had taken
my advice to let Fred think the victory his alone; and moreover Alice
- as you can imagine - was most excited by the idea of fucking her
mother along with Fred. "It will be a grand orgie indeed - and little
Lottie sounds ready for all manner of larks, we shall have to make
her part of our games too."

This was a most exciting idea, and a revel to anticipate; but I was
more focused on Miss Pennington, with whom I felt I was almost
falling in love.  How I wanted to undress her, suck and nip her
titties, and glory in her cunny!

The next day was a Saturday and so there were no lessons. The local
girls went home (for they only stayed in the dormitory on week
days), leaving the school grounds quiet. A little out-of-sorts due to
my unsatisfied passion for the governess, I took a book and repaired
to a spreading tree to shift my thoughts elsewhere. But as I made my
way to the spot, I saw the object of my fascination on her hands and
knees in the kitchen garden, digging in the soil with a hand-trowel.
How my heart beat to see her there! I tried to maintain a semblance
of calm and walked over her. "Dear Miss Pennington, what is it you
are doing?" I asked.

"Lady Beatrice," she said with a smile (again my heart thumped!),
"as you can see, I am tending to the plants. Of course we have
gardeners for this duty, but I find relaxation in it."

"May I help you?" I asked, and the governess smiled at me once
again. "I would like that, Lady Beatrice, and I shall teach you about
the plants, for there is no shame at all in a noble lady learning the
rustic arts."

"Dear Miss Pennington, we are alone here so let us be informal. Do
call me Beatrice."

"Very well, Beatrice, and you may call me Emma, though of course
the formalities will have to be observed in the classroom."

I gave her hand a squeeze, and said, "Of course, Emma, I understand
that; in the classroom you are the teacher and I the pupil, but here we
are friends."

She began to guide me in tending the plants, picking weeds out of
the vegetable beds and removing blighted leaves. She told me which
insects were harmful and which were beneficial, and of the various
plant diseases.  After we had been working for some two or three
hours, she had one of the school staff bring us a cold repast. We ate
together and she told me something of her life before coming to the
school. As we talked, I reflected with amazement on the fact I once
thought this lively and charming woman was anything other that
beautiful. As we were eating I heard Alice's voice calling for me. I
called out to her in reply and she came over to us.

"Good afternoon, Miss Pennington," she said to the governess.

"Good afternoon, Miss Marchmont," she replied formally.

Alice explained that she was going into town with some of the other
girls on an excursion led by Miss Birch. "I was going to ask if you
would like to join us," said she. I saw a shade of disappointment
pass over Emma's face on hearing these words. "But I see you are
quite engaged here," continued Alice, "and so I will bid you good-
bye."

I walked with Alice to the gate of the kitchen garden, and as we
parted she whispered in my ear, "Ah, Beatrice, did you see her look
when she thought I might take you away? I think you have made a
conquest, my dear, and I wish you the luck of it."

I returned to Emma, and once we had eaten we returned to our
garden work. She showed me how to trim the fruit trees properly and
even the use of arsenic in controlling pests, telling me as she did so
of the dangers of this chemical as well as how it was manufactured.
She showed me the apiary and explained the lifecycle of the bee.
Indeed she loved to teach, and that day I loved to learn. I became so
involved in tending the gardens with her that for a few hours I nearly
forgot my wider purpose.

After several hours' work, Emma said, "Perhaps that is enough for
the day, Beatrice, I do not want to tire you out." Casting her eye over
me, she said, "Why look at you! Your knees are quite stained with
soil and your hands and elbows too. Let us go back to my rooms and
I will wash you."

Ah, Walter, you can imagine my feelings upon hearing those words.
Why, was I to see inside her rooms, where she dressed, slept,
washed? As she unlocked the door and invited me inside I felt that I
was stepping into the sanctum sanctorum. How I breathed in the
scent of her lovely perfume that filled the room, as my eye took in
the possessions that defined her! Two doors opened off the main
room, which I assumed to be a bedroom and bathroom, and there
was a small scullery through another door. She used this to heat
some water, and then led me to the left-hand door which was, as I
suspected, a bathroom. She sat me on a stool and taking a clean, soft
cloth, dampened it and began to lave my knees. "Slip off your shoes,
Beatrice, and I will wash your legs clean," said she.

My passions rose swiftly to see the object of my affections kneeling
in front of me, washing me with warm soapy water. I felt I had to
push matters forward a little and so I stood and, taking my dress by
the hem, lifted it off over my head in one swift move, before Emma
should think it proper to stop me. She looked up at me as I stood
before her in my petticoat, her lips slightly parted in what I took to
be the first stirrings of desire. I removed this garment, leaving me in
just my drawers and stockings. Emma's eyes widened as she gazed
on my still-developing little bubbies. "The better to wash me," I
breathed, holding out my arms. Emma seemed to almost tremble as
she began to wash my forearms, then elbows. The soap bubbles
dripped off my skin, making it glisten and shine. "Dear Emma, shall
you wash me all over?" I whispered.

Transfixed, the governess lifted the cloth to my breasts, laving them
gently. She circled each nipple as if mesmerized, before moving it
up to my neck and then down over my belly. Her tender
ministrations had the most electrifying effect on me.

"Oh, my dear Emma, I am dying with pleasure, do embrace and
caress me," I breathed. Emma, still acting as if enchanted, drew me
into her arms and slowly, still all a-tremble, pressed her lips to mine.
I pushed my little tongue into her mouth, making her gasp in
surprise and delight. Emma began to suck my tongue most
deliciously. She was lost, now, I knew - I had conquered her.

"Dear Emma, let me wash you," I murmured between kisses,
beginning to unlace her as I did so. She said nothing beyond a
murmur of joy and did not stop my eager fingers. In moments I had
exposed her breasts to my delighted gaze. I placed a hand under each
charming globe, revelling in their firmness and weight.  Her breasts
were somewhat smaller and firmer than those of Alice's mother
(despite her being some years older), with lighter, pinker nipples -
nipples which I now began to kiss gently, almost reverently. It
seemed I had been waiting so long for this, though it had been no
more than six weeks or so. I felt a moment of regret for my former
intransigent attitude to her, so wholly failing to see her beauty until
now. But the moment of melancholy passed rapidly as I felt her
lovely nipples stiffen under my tongue.

"Dear Beatrice, no, we must stop, this is forbidden," said Emma.
"Hush, darling, hush," I said, stopping her mouth with kisses. "We
are safe, we are secret, no-one need know, and I do indeed want to
love you, dear Emma. Do you not want to love me?"

"You make me so I cannot stop myself," said she. "Let us go to the
bedroom, my darling." So saying, she stood and led me to the other
room. I knelt before her and lovingly stripped off the rest of her
clothes. Now it was my turn to tremble as I eased down her drawers,
for I was about to reveal her cunny for the first time. Oh, Walter,
how well you must know that thrill the first time we are with a new
lover! Unlike Frances' lavishly furred pussey, Emma's hair was neat
and only grew over the mount. "Why, dear Emma, is it not just the
plants you have been trimming!" I said.

"My dear, yes, I like to be clean and neat in all things, and as you
grow older - for I see you have but little hair yet - you may want to
follow the practice, for I regard it as most hygienic," she said.
"Sweet Emma, you can never stop inculcating improving lessons!" I
replied, delighting to see her pearly teeth as she laughed at my little
jest. I rose to my feet and pressed my mouth to hers with ardour,
darting my tongue between her lips and stroking her belly and
breasts with my hands. Then my lips followed my hands and I once
more kissed her fine bubbies, moving down across her belly towards
her mons veneris and sweet pink gash. Delighting in the odours of
her passion, I gently drew my tongue over her charming slit and to
her clitoris. It was smaller than Frances' yet Emma was in no way
less passionate, for as she felt my tongue about her heated parts she
trembled and sighed in the deepest ecstasy.

"Sweet little Beatrice, how nicely you do that, I could almost believe
you quite the accomplished tribade," she breathed.

"Ah, it is the promptings of nature that make me want to love you," I
said, preferring her to believe I was quite the innocent.

As I sucked and caressed her, I slid a one finger into her pussey, now
flowing wet with passion, and then a second. "Oh, Beatrice, dear
Beatrice, Bea, Bea," she sighed, her fingers running through my hair
as I continued to lick her.

"Ah, I am indeed a bee" said I, "and I shall gather your delicious
nectar."

I caressed her thus until she spent in delirium. Then, gently grasping
my shoulders, she indicated I should withdraw from her cunt. I
moved up to kiss her mouth anew, my lips wet with her spendings.
We kissed for many minutes, tongues exploring every crevice of the
other's mouth, and as her saliva flowed freely I gladly swallowed it
down.

"Now I must explore you more fully, lovely Beatrice," said she,
breaking our kiss and rolling me over so that I lay on the bed with
her atop me. Emma darted her tongue into the hollow of my neck,
before kissing her way down to my bubbies. She breathed in soft
delight as she kissed one, then the other. "So beautiful" she said.
"Translucent like the most delicate porcelain, snowy white, soft as
cotton and ah, such sweet little pink nipples. Oh, my dear, I am quite
in love with you." Once more she pressed her lips on mine, and I
opened my mouth wide as our tongues caressed.

"Where the Bee sucked, there suck I," said she, breaking the kiss
and once more caressing my bubbies with her tongue before
positioning her head between my legs. "Oh the sweet flower!" said
Emma as she gently thrust her tongue into my enraptured pussey.
How I sighed with pleasure to feel here there, my dear governess
who had been the object of my desires for so many weeks. Emma
slid a finger into me, and, finding no resistance, said, "Little cat, I
think you have been playing with this before now?"

I did not want her to think too badly of me and so, to maintain my
facade of innocence, I told her that only recently had I become
aware of new feelings arising in me. "Dear Emma, when you
spanked me those weeks ago, ah, it gave me such a delicious all-over
feverish feeling just where you have your tongue and finger. Seeking
that feeling again, I began to play with my bedfellow Alice. She
pushed a finger in me, just like you are doing now and I did the same
for her. It hurt us at first but soon the pain passed off and we had
only pleasure. And from that time on, oh, dear Emma, how I wanted
you to do the same things to me!"

"Sweet Bea," said she, rising from my pussey to kiss my lips, "Did
you set out to seduce me today, little minx?"

I owned that I did.

"What we have done is very improper, my dear, though most
delightful," said she. "But should it be found out, I would have to
leave the school."

"Dear Emma, you may trust me. I have been dying with passion for
you these past six weeks, but have I not been discreet in my little
attentions? I have done nothing to excite gossip, but played only the
little girl who likes her teacher and no more."

"You are a little darling, Beatrice," said she. "I am confident I can
trust you to behave properly in class. But how shall you come here
in the evenings without Alice wondering about your absence?"
"Alice knows my passion for you, dear Emma," said I. "And she has
conceived an affection for you too. Perhaps you would like to play
with us both?"

The governess blushed a little at this, but the idea clearly excited her
and she lowered her mouth once again to my cunney. "How sweet
you taste, dear Bea" she said. "I shall make you spend, my love."

"Let us try another way," I said to her. Bidding her lie on the bed I
turned upon her so that each could operate on the cunt of the other. I
revelled in her sweet cunny, the little clitoris and neatly-trimmed
hair. I inserted a finger in her, making her sigh, and then decided to
vary the fun by spreading her buttocks apart so that I could kiss and
lick her charming wrinkled pink bottom-hole. This new attack made
her jump in delight. "Why, Beatrice, is this what you have been
learning with Miss Marchmont?" said she.

"Caress me the same way, Emma, do," I replied and in a moment
felt her tongue playing around my smaller hole. "I shall put a finger
in here," I announced, wetting my index finger in her cunt and then
sliding it into her rectum, "do you the same for me." My willing
lover obeyed and thus we soon brought each other to a delicious
spend.

Climbing off her, I turned to lie in her arms, my head resting on her
breasts. "What a lovely day you have given me," she said. "And let
me make a confession, dear Beatrice - you have always been one of
my favourite young ladies." So saying, she rose from the bed and
went to a drawer. Opening it, she withdrew two sheets of paper and
showed them to me; and to my surprise and delight I saw the
obscene caricatures I had made when I was just seven years old.
"You had to be punished, dear, because these were very rude, yet
they showed you had spirit. I know the flogging hurt you greatly, but
how pretty your naked bottom looked as it reddened under the
birch." Turning me on my front, she began to kiss each buttock in
turn. "And here now is your lovely bottom again" she said,
spreading my buttocks apart and lovingly tonguing my anus. I
sighed in delight and lifted my hips off the bed to give her access to
my cunny, which she was not behindhand in giving a most delicious
suck and fingering. She soon made me spend, and after a few
luxurious kisses I repaid the favour to her, my busy tongue
delighting in all her secret charms.

Emma then declared I should return to the main school building. "I
will dress you, dearest Beatrice," said she. "But first I must have a
little memento of this day." So saying, she took a pair of embroidery
scissors from a workbasket and cut a few of the sparse hairs about
my cunny. Taking a locket from her jewellery case, she placed the
hairs inside. "There, my Beatrice, I shall wear this sometimes in
class and you shall be reminded how dear you are to me."

After she had dressed me, and brushed my hair, we walked together
across the grounds. "And now you must become 'Miss Pennington'
to me again," I said.

"And once more you are Lady Beatrice," she replied. "But I will not
leave it long before I find the opportunity to take you to my bed
again."

Alice was quite the little curiosity box to know if I had been
successful in my attempted seduction of the governess, and I took
great delight in sharing every detail with her. "She even took a lock
of my cunny hair as a keepsake, fancy that!" I told Alice. I also told
her how I had suggested she join in the pleasure, which you can be
sure excited the lecherous little girl.

Ah, how it thrilled me in class the following week to act the demure,
polite student, attentive to my lessons, while in my mind I pictured
Emma naked and writhing under my tongue. And how I smiled
inwardly when one of the other girls said "Miss Pennington, what a
nice new locket you have, is it a keepsake?"

The governess, the faintest of blushes on her face replied, "A lock of
hair from a loved one, Miss Pandy, but attend to your books, there's
a good girl."

Towards the end of that week I received another letter from Frances.
I took myself off to a quiet corner of the grounds to read it, hoping it
would be an account of Fred's victory. I was not disappointed,
Walter, as you will read.

Frances' Second Letter

Beatrice, my little lover - the battle is done, Frederick has conquered
all! And how sweet and delightful it was to be vanquished at the tip
of his spear, so to say. My sweet girl, how right you were to counsel
me to feign ignorance of his campaign, for it made the pleasure so
much the greater.

Ah, you would have delighted to see how longingly he looked at me
for all those weeks, the touches and caresses he took under the cover
of his recuperation! It drove me to such a pitch of passion that at last
I felt I had to provide an opening so that he might make the attack he
so clearly wished to launch.

Old Adam, our coach driver, is a man of deep country wisdom and,
one morning, he mentioned that though the day was thus far bright
and clear, rain would come at around midday. I have seldom known
him to be wrong about such matters, and I decided to use his
foreknowledge to my advantage. I changed into a lighter cotton
dress and bid Fred come for a walk shortly before noon. And, a very
few minutes after we heard the bell strike the hour, the rain began
just as Adam had promised. Fred manfully tried to walk me to
shelter, but to no avail; we were both soaked. Dear Beatrice, how his
eyes stared to see the contours of my body revealed by my wet
clothes! Ah, and how delightfully his stiff pego was outlined in his
damp breeches. The wicked boy made no attempt to hide his
excitement, though I affected not to notice.

The next stage of my plan to invite his attack came the following
day, when I feigned an ache in my shoulders from the recent
soaking. Fred's eyes positively glowed as he offered to knead me. I
led him to my room, still playing the maternal role, and sat so that he
could begin. What delight I felt as he undid my clothing somewhat
to expose my shoulders! I showed some slight reluctance at this but
did not stop him. It was not long before I felt his fingers - slow and
careful as he could, no doubt hoping I should not notice - at the rest
of the fastenings. And then, dear Beatrice, I felt him press his proud
pego against me! How hot and hard it was, and how delightfully I
felt its throb. It was all I could do not to turn and take him in my
mouth; but keeping your wise words to mind, I simulated outrage.
Fred's blood was up, however, and he simply pressed against me the
harder, pressing my breasts and kissing my neck.

No more feigning, dear heart! I turned to him and he pressed his
mouth to mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. Gladly I took his
pego in my hand, revelling in its stiffness (a stiffness I have not seen
in his father's pego for many years, dear Beatrice). I led him into my
bedroom and had him lie down before taking his eager cock in my
mouth. How he sighed and trembled at that! I could almost believe
he had never had his penis sucked before had you not confirmed that
he has indeed indulged in the most wicked behaviour with his sister.

It was but moments before I felt his pego swell in my mouth and his
emission pour forth.  What delight it gave me to swallow his seed -
though the greater delight was his. He covered me in passionate
kisses and then removed the rest of my clothing. How his eyes
sparkled to see what lay between my legs. Applying his tongue to
my cunny (already wet with the excitement of the encounter) he
began to gamahuche me with the greatest skill. He brought me to a
fine spend and then declared he would fuck me. And fuck me he did,
most wonderfully! We cavorted in every position, and how glorious
it was to see the noble shaft plunge into the maternal cunt. Ah, the
power of youth and the ability to fuck, and fuck, and fuck once
more.

Since that first sweet encounter the boy has been insatiable, and will
not be satisfied but that he fucks me every day - an appetite I am
certainly pleased to satisfy. Such torrents of sperm he has poured
over my body, and in every orifice! I have had him in my mouth,
cunt and bottom-hole and he is ready for any adventure at all with
me. He has become an adept in all my godemiches - both as wielder
and receiver.

So adept a lover is he, dear Beatrice, that I suspect he has indeed
seduced his sister and on many an occasion. Perhaps you felt you
should not admit this to me, my love, and I understand your
discretion. But be assured the idea stimulates me, and when Alice
returns next to the hall, I shall most assuredly induct her into the
delights I am sharing with her brother. And you will enjoy being a
part of that game, will you not, my dear one?

Write to me soon, dear girl, and tell me of your little adventures
there. Of course I know the male sex is banned from the school - but
do we not also both know well the pleasures one girl may take in
another? So be free, my dear, and tell me of how you and Alice play
together, and whatever intimacies you may take (or know of) among
your fellow girls. Ah, any story, be it true and salacious!

A hundred kisses, dear Beatrice, all across your body -

Frances.

***

Gladly I wrote back to her, sharing some of the adventures I have
mention here already, dear Walter, and some I have not - for you
must not suppose Alice was my only lover; no, I spent many a night
in another girl's bed (as did Alice; there was never a shred of
jealousy or possessiveness between us).  One of my great delights
was when a new girl came to the dormitory and I would open her
eyes to the ways of the world. Some girls were willing lovers from
the moment I slipped into their bed, but some had heads full of all
sorts of moral strictures. That challenge always fired my blood the
higher, and I would enlist the help of Alice and others to hold the
victim down while I delighted in kissing and caressing her bubbies,
bottom and cunny until I was satisfied and she had admitted that
Venus was indeed a goddess to be most devoutly worshipped.

Once a new girl had been initiated into our ways of pleasure, she
would be expected to give a full account of her erotic experiences or
inclinations. This rite was a source of many salacious tales. Stories
of incest were not at all rare, and several girls had fucked fathers or
brothers - or been fucked by fathers or brothers, and not always
willingly. Others confessed an unconsummated desire for family
members, and in such cases we would urge the girl to act on the
impulse, giving advice as to how best to do that.


I will recount one most memorable adventure that took place when I
was about sixteen. A girl of twelve, Agnes Beechworth, had recently
joined the school. She was such a pretty little thing that my blood
was heated the first time I saw her. The very first night she arrived, I
crept into her bed and made most free with her. She struggled and
resisted at first, but I was four years older than her and her strength
could not match mine. And you can be sure that it was not long
before I silenced her struggles with use of my tongue and many
other loving touches. When she woke the next morning, she was a
confirmed tribade. Naturally our conversation soon became intimate,
and she confessed to a desire for her brother, Jasper, just a year older
than her.

This excited me greatly, and I decided to make it my task to bring
the union about. Agnes told me that Jasper had often asked her what
sort of tricks we girls got up to, for while he showed no desire for
her he was (as any young boy embarking on Cythera's path) most
interested in other girls.

On my advice Agnes told him how I had seduced her soon after her
arrival at the school, as well as of other tribadic delights that we
indulged in, flitting from bed to bed. Alice and I had our little room
to ourselves, but most of the other girls shared a large dormitory and
Agnes painted the most appealing visions of girls dressing,
undressing and playing for her brother. She described girls of eight
or nine, still flat-chested and hairless, girls as they developed their
little bubbies and grew hair, and older girls of sixteen and seventeen
in their fuller maturity. All this, naturally, maddened the brother
with erotic excitement.

The next step of my plan was for the boy to dress in his sister's
clothes and visit us in the guise of a girl - for of course no boy could
be allowed into the dormitories, but a girl would be granted entry
and might even stay overnight. Jasper jumped at this plan when
Agnes unfolded it to him. As a local girl, their home was not very far
away and so Agnes directed her brother to go into her room, select a
set of her clothes, pack them in a valise and tell his parents he would
spend the night with a friend from his school, something he had
often done before. On the way to the school there was an abandoned
cottage where he could change into her clothes. Agnes also
counselled him to stuff some tissue into the bodice to mimic the
swell of developing breasts.

I went with her for the rendezvous at the school gate, and I can tell
you he was a most pretty and delicate boy, blushing sweetly to be
out in public dressed as a girl lest his ruse be detected - but surely it
would not be, so feminine and girlish did he appear. And indeed the
gate porter, a Cerberus who would not let any male pass
unchallenged, said, "Why, this must be your sister, Miss
Beechworth, what a pretty young lady she is!"

"Is she not just perfect, Dosset?" I said to him. "She will stay
tonight, so do pass the book so that I may sign her in." Dosset did so,
never even suspecting the little girl was not a girl at all.

Taking his hand in mine, I said "Now, dear Jasper, we shall call you
Lily in front of the other girls and staff, for it is too early to retire to
the privacy of the dormitories. First we must join the other girls for
the evening meal, and you must remember your table manners or it
will be noted."

What a lark it was, to have Jasper sitting between me and Agnes,
passing him off as her sister! His voice was delicate enough to pass
as a girl, as long as he only talked a little, and the flush of
excitement on his face to be surrounded by so many lively girls no
doubt was interpreted merely as maiden shyness. Our repast was
followed by evening chapel, and much was our amusement as we
were lectured on the proper behaviour for virtuous young ladies.
My dear Miss Pennington was at the service and, noting my new
friend as we left asked, "And who is this, Lady Beatrice?"

"Lily, this is our governess, Miss Pennington. Miss Pennington, Lily
is Agnes' older sister," I said. "She will stay with us tonight." Miss
Pennington was quite convinced that Lily was indeed a girl - but
how she laughed at the ruse when I revealed it to her some time
later.

The service over, we were free to repair to the dorm, where we knew
we would not be disturbed expect in the most exceptional
circumstances. We had not revealed the secret to the other girls lest
they should give the game away by their giggles, so you may
imagine their surprise as we gaily stripped 'Lily' - ah, how fine and
girlish his legs were in his sister's stockings, and he had even
donned a pair of her drawers! - some of the girls, indeed, screamed,
since they were already naked and not expecting to see a hard little
penis pop out as I eased down the drawers. Hands flew to cover
exposed breasts and cunnies as Jasper gazed in awe at the glorious
sights around him.

"Girls," said I, "let us cease this modesty. We are all free here and
we shall have a romp with Lily - who is really named Jasper. I know
some of you Misses wish to remain virgin until you wed, but while I
did induct some of you into our games against your will (though you
like it now), I declare that tonight no one shall do anything except
what pleases them."

This somewhat reassured the more wary of my companions, and
they gathered round Jasper to inspect him more closely. Ah, a dozen
hands stroked and caressed his fair milk-white skin, and how his
lovely cock stood up proud at the erotic onslaught! He had just a few
downy hairs about the root, and I went on my knees before him and
took the lovely tool in my mouth making him sigh in delight.
"Oh, dear Beatrice, no one has ever done that to me before - how
delicious, how wonderful!" he said. Agnes was looking on with
pleasure, though she had not yet touched her brother. "You will
make me shoot, dear Beatrice!" Jasper moaned. At this, I took my
mouth from his cock, for I did not want him to spend just yet. "Why
did you stop?" asked he. "Your mouth was so warm and loving."

"Why, because you are going to have a greater delight, dear boy,"
said I. "You are going to have your first fuck!" His eyes sparkled at
this and his cock jumped anew. "Lie on the bed, dear Jasper," said I.
The eager boy did so, and now came the next part of the game -
Alice placed a pillow over his eyes, saying, "Dear boy, we shall
have a game, and you must guess if it is Beatrice who mounts you or
another girl."

Of course this was just a ruse to bring about the grand goal, that
Agnes should fuck her brother, and be the first girl to do so. While
Alice moistened Jasper's shaft well with spittle, I performed the
same service on Agnes' little cunny, which my tongue knew well
from many previous encounters. I had also somewhat eased the way
by using a small godemiche on her I had prevailed upon Frances to
give me about a year before.

Agnes then climbed up on to the bed, arranging herself over her
brother's straining cock. Alice held his little tool while Agnes slowly
lowered herself onto him. He gasped in delight to feel his cock being
sheathed by a cunny for the first time. With a small sigh of
discomfort, Agnes settled all the way down so that he was quite
buried in her cunt. Then she leaned forward to kiss her brother,
thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He willingly kissed her back, and
what delight it gave the whole company to see the brother and sister
play so. Already some of the other girls were kissing passionately,
and fingers played about bubbies, pussies and bottoms.

"Well, sir!" said Alice to Jasper, "now tell me truly, is it Lady
Beatrice you are fucking?"

"I do not know," said he. "All I know it that it is most delicious and I
would do it again and again if I could."

At a signal from me, Alice now removed the pillow. What a surprise
he had to see his own sister astride him! "Agnes!" he exclaimed. "It
is you! Why, sister, what great pleasure you have given me!" She
leaned forward again to kiss him, and he did not hesitate to plunge
his tongue into her willing mouth. As they kissed, she worked her
hips up and down upon him and in not many moments his back
heaved as he spent within her.

"Did you not enjoy that, dear Jasper?" said Agnes.

"Oh, sister, I did indeed - if only I had known what pleasure we
could have together long before this!"

"Brother, you may have this pleasure again whenever you like," said
she; and many times after brother and sister enjoyed each other to
the full.

I secured dear Agnes' now deflowered pussy for myself, licking up
all her brother's spend. This sight of this had Jasper's cock standing
stiff again. What a night we gave him! He fucked me, he fucked
Alice, and he fucked Agnes again. Another girl, Isabel Pandy, grew
so excited that she took his lovely cock into her bottom-hole, for she
insisted that her maidenhead would be saved until her wedding
night. Jasper fucked her bottom-hole with great delight, and as he
did so I used my godemiche on his nether hole. After he had spent in
Isabel's bowels he was unable to find another cockstand, and so we
ended our revel for the night, his sister insisting he share her bed.
But a few hours of sleep recharged his powers, and as the sun rose
so did his cock, for Agnes told me later that morning that not only
did he once more fuck her pussey, but also he begged the honour to
bugger her. "And he fucked my bottom-hole most delightfully, dear
Beatrice, and how good it felt when he spurted into my bowels, so
hot and exciting. My dear, I thank you for arranging this treat for
me."

When the rest of we girls got up, Jasper once more fucked Alice,
whereafter I took him in my mouth and managed to coax one last
emission from him. Then we took great delight in dressing him in
his sister's clothes once more, before escorting him to the main gate.
Ah, what a fine night that was!

You will not be surprized to hear that Jasper was eager for a repeat
of these delights, but I did not dare duplicate the ruse very often, lest
any of the staff become suspicious. This greatly disappointed the
eager boy, but as he was regularly able to find solace in the arms of
his loving sister he accepted my decision.

I shall tell you about one more romp involving Jasper that took place
some months later. He had persuaded Agnes to let him come to the
dormitory one Friday evening, for he wanted to fuck me and Alice
as well, and indeed the idea stimulated the sister - for, as she
confided to me, she and he had fucked so many times that she
wanted extra stimulation to provoke her desires, and the sight of her
brother in the arms of another would provide it. We planned a grand
orgie that night, and brother and sister should walk home together
the next day. Jasper came as before, leaving his house in his own
clothes and stopping to change on the way - for after all, what would
his parents say should they find their son wearing their daughter's
clothes?

Again 'Lily' ate with me and Agnes, and attended chapel afterwards.
But this time, of course, many of the girls were in on the secret, and
so there were whispers, giggles and sidelong glances among them.
Miss Pennington observed this. "Miss Beechworth," said she to
'Lily,' "You have come to stay with your sister again, and you are
welcome - but this time your presence seems the occasion of some
excitement among my girls.  I wonder what giddy nonsense might be
in their heads!" However, Miss Birch then called Miss Pennington to
her, and so the dangerous moment passed.

We had a most delightful romp in the dormitory. This time there
were no screams of surprise or outbreaks of modesty; Agnes and
Isabel took delight in stripping 'Lily,' turning her into Jasper once
more, while the other girls were not behindhand in reducing
themselves to a similar state of nudity.

Alice declared we would start the festivities by seeing brother fuck
sister. Agnes rode a St. George on Jasper, and as brother and sister
copulated the rest of the company caressed and kissed them - Isabel
had her tongue in Agnes' mouth, Clara Annesley brought her pussy
to Jasper's mouth, Harriet Legge worked a finger in Agnes' bottom-
hole, licking and kissing her shoulders and back the while - ah, and
so many other kisses and touches I cannot describe it all! Jasper
spent in his sister's cunny in delight, and, withdrawing, Clara
secured the girl's quim for herself to lick up the spendings while
Harriet took Jasper's cock in her mouth and soon brought him to a
new stand. Jasper then fucked Harriet, withdrawing to fire his
emission across her belly and breasts. Cecily (whose surname I
forget, perhaps because was not from one of the grander families
like the other girls) applied her tongue to Harriet's belly to lick up
Jasper's seed, and then applied herself to Harriet's quim. How
delightful it was to observe the tangled, writhing bodies! And when
Isobel announced she needed to make water, Jasper begged to watch,
placing his head close between the girl's legs as she fired away. He
licked up the golden drops about her cunny once she was done and
found the action so delightful that he insisted the next girl needing to
make water do so directly into his mouth. Clara volunteered for the
duty and we girls looked on in great delight to see her golden piss
splash about Jasper's face as he eagerly swallowed as much of the
hot liquid as he could. Before Jasper was quite fucked out, Isobel
took him in her bottom-hole again; then the girls demanded to see
him bugger his sister too.

After withdrawing from his sister's loving arsehole, the satiated boy
could not manage another cockstand but our play continued when
Harriet observed him glancing at her discarded clothes. "Why, I do
believe he likes wearing girls' clothes!" said she, and so we decided
to dress the boy in her garments. And indeed as we clothed him in
Harriet's delicate, perfumed attire, his cock did twitch a little back to
life. "Sweet boy!" said Harriet, "You shall keep this pair of my
drawers as a keepsake of me" - an offer that pleased Jasper very
much.

When we had concluded our revels for the night, I took Jasper to
sleep with me, while Alice shared Agnes' bed. Towards dawn I was
woken by Jasper's tongue diving into my cunny. He was hard as
marble again. "Dear Beatrice" he whispered to me, "it was you who
arranged this wonderful erotic journey for me, and how well I love
you for it!" He then reversed himself upon me so that I could suck
his lovely cock while his tongue was about my pussey. He soon fired
his tribute down my throat and I rewarded his actions with a gushing
spend. His little cock barely softened at all, and he declared next he
would try my cunt. Easing his penis into my cunny he fucked me
well, spending in delight after several minutes' thrusting.

Kissing me fondly he caressed my bubbies. "So much bigger than
my sister's" said he (for as I mentioned I was sixteen now, and
nearly fully grown). "I have one more spend in me, dear Beatrice -
may I deliver it in your bottom-hole?"

"Dear boy, much as I would like to, I am too tight there. Save your
energies, and let us doze some more," I said. "If you are willing to
become Lily again tomorrow, I shall arrange some new erotic
delights for you - how about that?" Ready for any adventure as he
was, he agreed and we slept on until it was fully light.

Jasper once more donned his sister's clothes (though wearing the
drawers Harriet had given him, and begging Clara to lend him her
stockings, which he had taken a fancy to) and we went down to
breakfast. As usual, the local girls went home and the campus
became somewhat quieter. Then Alice, Jasper, Agnes and I took a
walk in the grounds. You can perhaps guess what my aim was, dear
Walter - indeed, to bend our steps towards Miss Pennington's
residence. Alice and I would often spend Saturday or Sunday with
her, and she had become quite secure in her confidence that we
would not let the secret of our liaison come out. Though we had
indeed kept it from the other girls, now I had to reveal our
connection to Agnes and swear her to tell no-one.  The girl agreed,
already a flush of excitement on her face at the idea of Alice and I
together with the governess and she herself operating on that
glorious woman.

It was about 11 o'clock when I knocked on her door, my heart
fluttering a little as I heard her footsteps approach, for I was still half
in love with her. She was a little put out to see Alice and I had
company, but she quickly hid her disappointment.

"Miss Agnes, Miss Lily" she greeted the newcomers. "Well, step
inside, ladies, and we will drink a cup of chocolate, how about that?"
Miss Pennington made and served the chocolate and we sat and
talked. She asked Lily why she did not attend the school as Agnes
did and seemed a little taken aback that Lily barely replied - not
knowing, of course, that Lily feared her voice would give her away
as Jasper. "Dear girl, there is no need to be shy," said she.

I decided it was time to initiate the pleasures I had come for. "Dear
Emma," I said, getting to my feet, "it is not shyness, and I will
explain."

Emma looked at me in surprise when I used her given name, because
of course this was improper in polite company. She was a great deal
more surprised when I walked up to her and kissed her on the lips.
"Beatrice!" said she, in some shock.

"Dearest Emma, do not be alarmed, for Agnes knows how it is
between us and will not tell a soul. Let us all play together and you
shall learn a delicious secret too," I cajoled her. My words and my
caresses of her body lit the spark of desire in her and she returned
my kisses more warmly, her tongue darting into my mouth.

Alice, always the willing accomplice in my schemes, began to
unclasp Emma's clothing and soon we had her reduced to a glorious
state of nudity. Agnes and Lily looked on in delight.

"You shall do more than look," I said, beckoning them to me.
"Agnes, you will pay homage to one of Emma's lovely breasts and
Lily will worship the other." The eager children obeyed, and Emma
sighed in pleasure and delight to have two new playthings at her
whim. Emma tousled their heads as they caressed her bubbies and
after a few moments Agnes, overcome with rising passion, said,
"Dear Miss Pennington, oh, I must kiss you!" bringing her lips to
those of the eager governess.

"Here you may call me Emma, little Agnes," said she, tenderly
returning the girl's kisses.

"Lily, you kiss Emma too," instructed Alice, and brother swapped
place with sister, kissing the governess just as passionately. My own
erotic feelings grew as I watched this display and I eased off my
clothes, bidding Alice to follow my example. She did so, and then,
sitting of the sofa, beckoned to Agnes to sit in her lap. Wrapping her
arms round the pretty twelve-year-old, Alice kissed her deeply.
"Emma, do stand, dear, that Lily may ease you of the rest of your
clothes," said I. Emma did so, and Lily removed her remaining
clothes, leaving her in just drawers. Eyes sparkling at the sight of the
intimate apparel, it seemed to me Lily was almost more interested in
the apparel than what lay beneath it.  Sitting beside the boy, I gave
him a loving kiss and then took off Emma's drawers myself. "You
like these, don't you?" I asked. He nodded. I pressed them to his
face and said, "Smell Emma's sweet odour, is it not wonderful?" He
moaned in delight. "And now, dear Lily, kiss the source of that
odour." The little boy leaned forward and began to suck and lick at
Emma's lovely cunny, which she still kept neatly trimmed (and
indeed I had trimmed it for her just the previous week, as she had
trimmed my hair in return.) The governess clearly enjoyed the
ministrations of Lily's tongue, and before long she spent under his
caresses.

"We are all naked except for one," said I. "Emma, I should like to
see you undress Lily." The governess beckoned Lily to stand in front
of her, and, giving her a loving kiss, took hold of the hem of Lily's
dress and lifted it up over her head. And of course this quite gave the
game away; the tissue stuffed into the bodice fell to the floor and
Emma beheld a flat chest and Jasper's eager cock poking stiff and
hard against the fabric of his drawers.

"Why, you are not a girl at all!" she exclaimed in astonishment.
"Dear Emma, say good bye to Lily, and greet instead Jasper," I said
to her. "Jasper is Agnes' older brother."

"A boy into the dormitory!" she replied. "Beatrice, this wicked plan
can only have come from your mind." I owned that she was correct.

"What dreadful romps did you get up to, a boy among the girls! I
can only imagine."

"It is a tale for another time, dear Emma, but believe me that the
secret is safe. No one shall know what happened last night - or what
will happen here today," I said.

"Ah, Beatrice, what a temptress you are," she replied. "But let us
proceed with the game." So saying, she sank to her knees and began
to remove the stockings that Jasper still wore. "My dear, what a fine
little girl you make," said she. "And now for the last items, these
pretty drawers, why, you will nearly poke a hole in them with your
stiff little tool." As she eased the final garment down, it caught the
tip of his cock for a moment so that the stiff little instrument, when
freed, bounced up and hit his belly with an audible slap. "What a
lovely cock it is," said Emma. "It has been a long time since I had a
cock to play with, for here we are all girls." She then kissed the ruby
red tip of his eager little tool, running her tongue round the rim
before engulphing the whole in her warm mouth. Jasper pressed his
hands to her head in delight. Gently Emma stroked and squeezed his
little scrotum, and even tickled his arsehole with a finger. With a
gasp the boy stiffened, and shot his tribute. Emma's eyes sparkled in
delight as she swallowed down his offering.

"How bad you are, my sweet Beatrice," she said to me. "If word
should get out of but a fraction of your escapades, why, we should
be ruined forever."

I took her in my arms and kissed her lovingly. "Have no fear of that,
beloved," I told her. "As long as we observe the outward proprieties
- and have we not always done that? - no one will dare to even think
of scandal. But see - Jasper's cock is already preparing for a fresh
round of sport. Shall he fuck you, my dear?"

Despite our years of intimacy with each other, Emma blushed at my
suggestion, but it was obvious the idea pleased her. I led her by the
hand into the bedroom and had her lie on the bed. Jasper needed no
further instruction, but arranged himself over Emma, his little cock
ready to plunge into her cunt. Agnes took hold of his penis and
guided him home, the sight of which clearly gave Emma a thrill -
"Oh, to touch your brother so intimately, dear Agnes! Does it not
shame you?"

"We do much more than touch, dear Emma," replied the little girl,
moving up to kiss Emma's bubbies. "And soon you shall see how
much we do." The erotic implication of this excited Emma yet
further, and she pulled Agnes to her lips and plunged her tongue into
the little girl's mouth while caressing her sweet little bubbies with
her free hand. Jasper was eagerly thrusting his shaft in and out of
Emma's cunt and within moments he spent. Emma had not reached
that peak yet, and so I bid Agnes to set about her pussy. The little
girl gladly took on the task, laving the older woman's cunt with her
tongue and licking up her brother's sperm as it trickled forth from
the vermillion gash. Jasper took over the duty of kissing Emma and
fondling her bubbies, and soon enough brother and sister, working
together, brought the governess to the very summit of ecstasy.

When she had recovered from her spend a little, Emma gathered the
two children in her arms and kissed each lovingly. Then, sending
Jasper to Alice's open arms, she sat Agnes on her knee and began to
toy with her charming little bubbies. "How lovely these are!" she
told the little girl. "Not even as big as Beatrice's were when she
seduced me - ah, there is something so delicious about little girls
when the bubbies are just starting to grow!" So saying, the governess
kissed and caressed Agnes' snowy mounds, much to the little girl's
delight. "And such a sweet little cunny" continued Emma, "with
nothing but the littlest hair on it, ah, I must indeed suck this pretty
jewel." Setting the girl to her feet and going down on her knees, the
governess lapped at the sweet cleft, roving over the delicate, pink
inner parts. Agnes pressed her hands to the governess' head, as if
indicating the older woman to devour all her childish charms. Soon
Agnes gave down her liquor of love, much to Emma's relish,
whereafter the older woman once more sat on the sofa and cuddled
her little lover in her arms.

Alice, meanwhile, was well occupied with Jasper, having sucked
him back to new stiffness. The young boy was kissing her greedily,
and delighting in her breasts, well-grown and womanly in
comparison to his sister's little bubbies. She was equally delighted
with his slender and feminine body, toying with his delicate cock
and balls and caressing his arsehole with a finger.

I kneeled on the floor by Emma, who still had Agnes on her knee,
and took turns with the governess in kissing and petting the little
girl. We soon worked her into a heightened state of desire, just as
Alice was doing with her brother.

"Now for the pi�ce de r�sistance" I announced. "Brother shall fuck
sister!" Emma gave a little gasp at this, a gasp of mixed horror and
excitement. "Ah, dear Emma, you cannot tell me you were not
aroused when you saw Agnes handle Jasper's cock!" said I. Emma
blushed but did not reply.

I took Agnes by the hand and laid her on the bed. "Jasper," I said,
"Do not keep your sister waiting, but fuck her at once." Breaking off
his kissing and fondling of Alice, the little boy padded over to the
bed. Bending towards his sister, he kissed her most lovingly, his
little cock growing, it seemed, even harder. He then shifted his
attention to her delicate little bubbies, gently nipping and nibbling at
each and making her sigh with pleasure.

He was about to climb over her and enter her tight little cunny, but I
had a sudden penchant to thrust my tongue in Agnes' charming
bottom-hole. Therefore I bid Jasper lie on the bed and placed his
sister over him, reversed. Jasper began to lick and suck his sister's
pussy, while she took his cock in her mouth. As they pleasured each
other, I knelt at the foot of the bed and placed my hands on Alice's
slender buttocks, parting them a little to give me access to the hidden
treasure. This not only increased the girl's pleasure, but also gave
Jasper a most racy sight, for as he laved his sister's cunny with his
tongue he could see my tongue and then my finger playing about her
bottom-hole. The siblings' passions rose fast and in a trice Jasper
was shooting a libation into his sister's mouth.

Emma was observing these proceedings with the greatest delight,
bringing her head close to Agnes' as if to verify that she was indeed
swallowing her brother' sperm. As Jasper finished his spend, Emma
lifted the little girl's head and kissed her hungrily, licking up the few
drops of balmy sperm that had escaped her lips and lay gleaming on
her face.

"Brother and sister, I should not have thought it," said she. "How
very wrong, yet how very exciting."

"I said you should see them fuck, dear Emma, and so you shall," was
my reply. I applied my mouth to Jasper's now softened cock, and
soon my talented tongue (and a finger in his lovely, tight bottom-
hole) had him stiff again. Emma, meanwhile, had her tongue once
more deep in Agnes's pussy while Alice was kissing the little girl's
mouth and breasts. "Emma, give me your finger," said Alice, taking
it in her mouth and wetting it well. "Now, slide it in Agnes' bottom-
hole - she will like it, and so will you." This was done, stoking the
little girl's passions to a new heat.

"We are ready," I declared. "Jasper, now you shall fuck Agnes
properly." More than ready for the task, he lay over his sister and
slid his ready penis into her waiting vagina. Again, Emma watched
in delight, as if she was still unable to believe in the reality of the
incestuous scene playing out before her. Once more, I applied a
finger to Jasper's fundament and with a bray he delivered up another
fine emission into his sister's pussey. Collapsing then onto her chest,
he kissed her lovingly, panting from his exertions.

"Was that not a true delight, my Emma?" I asked.

"Ah, Beatrice, I fear you have quite corrupted me," was her reply.
"Never did I think the sight of incest could be anything other than
revolting, yet seeing this pretty brother and sister in each other's
arms quite charmed me."

Jasper, after all his exertions over the last night and day, was quite
fucked out, and so I declared an end to our revels. We helped the
children dress, and I carefully padded the bodice of the dress Jasper
wore so that once more he should look like a little girl. Then we all
walked to the gate, made our goodbyes to Agnes and 'Lily' (with
Dosset looking on at this touching scene, all unaware of the truth)
before I returned with Alice to Emma's rooms for a more leisurely
bout of loving.

Agnes, I may tell you, proved to be every bit as bold as I had been at
her tender age. It occurred to my little girl that just as Jasper had
become Lily, so too Agnes could become Frank. She conspired with
her brother to dress as a boy and spend a night in his school. Of
course with my more womanly figure I could not be a part of this
revel, but through carefully tying a sash around her breasts she was
easily able to disguise her sex. Yet just hearing the wild adventure
from her lips proved delicious stimulation; she told me how she was
surrounded by a dozen boys, cocks of such sizes and shapes, all in
glorious stiffness; how she took each in mouth, cunny or bottom-
hole, and how she ended up drenched in sperm and spending in such
a frenzy, "Why, I thought I should faint, dear Beatrice."

Walter, my Walter! Ah, my strength dwindles and I must bring my
narrative to an end, even though there is much more I could write. If
I had the power I would tell you in detail of the many other nights
both Alice and I spent with Emma, how she loved to have one of us
astride her face and one at her cunny, how she liked to see us operate
on each other - and even how she liked to see us make water and
suck up the drops. She made us tell her all our doing in the
dormitory, and gloried in out intimate descriptions of the charms of
the girls she taught, their secrets and penchants.

Our affair with Emma continued until I was mid-way through my
sixteenth year, some few months after the revel I have described
above. At about that time the father of one of the girls, a widower,
became enamoured of her and proposed marriage. She accepted and
both Alice and I attended the wedding. I still keep up a
correspondence with my dear Emma (though I have not seen her for
some years) and I may tell you her husband is among the best of
men. She is truly happy, and I find a deal of pleasure and succour in
that.

I could tell you too of glorious times at the hall, of grand orgies with
Fred and Alice and Frances, and how that fine woman enjoyed
loving both her children. I could write pages of how we initiated
Lottie into our games and what a lecherous little maid she was.

But I fade, dear Walter, I fade; and here I must cease.

Believe that I love you, and when I am in my grave do not forget
me!

Your Beatrice.



End of Part 04/05