PART II.
I will pass over the exciting practices myself and bedfellow used to indulge in almost every night, and merely remark that two more finished young tribades it would have been impossible to have found anywhere.
I had to wait till the Christmas vacation before I could be introduced to Frederick, who, between ourselves, we had al- ready devoted to the task of taking my virginity, which we did not think would prove a very difficult operation, as with so much finger frigging, and also the use of Alice's leather sausage, which, as I learnt, she had improvised for her own gratification, my mount and cunny were wonderfully developed, and already slight signs of the future growth of curly brown hair could be detected. I was nearly thirteen, as one fine crisp morning in December we drove up to the Hall on our return from school. There stood the aunt to welcome us, but my eyes were fixed upon the youthful, yet manly figure of Frederick, who stood by her side, almost a counterpart of his sister, in features and complexion, but really a very fine young fellow, between seventeen and eighteen.
Since hearing the story of Alice's intrigue with William, I always looked at every man and boy to see what sort of a bunch they had got in their pockets, and was delighted to perceive Mr. Frederick was apparently well furnished.
Alice introduced me to her relatives, but Frederick evidently looked upon me as a little girl, and not at all yet up to the serious business of love and flirtation, so our first private consultation, between Alice and myself, was how best to open his eyes, and draw him to take a little more notice of his sister's friend.
Lucy, who I now saw for the first time, slept in the little room adjoining Alice's chamber, which I shared with her young mistress. Frederick had a room on the other side of ours, so that we were nextdoor neighbours, and could rap and give signals to each other on the wall, as well as to try to look through the keyhole of a disused door, which opened direct from one room to the other, but had long since been locked and bolted to prevent any communication between the occupants.
A little observation soon convinced us that Lucy was upon most intimate terms with her young master, which Alice determined to turn to account in our favour.
She quickly convinced her femme de chambre that she could not enjoy and monopolize the whole of her brother, and finding that Lucy expected he would visit her room that very night, she insisted upon ringing the changes, by taking Lucy to sleep with herself, and putting me in the place of Monsieur Frederick's ladylove.
I was only too willing to be a party of this arrangement, and at ten P.M., when we all retired to rest, I took the place of the femme de chambre, and pretended to be fast asleep in her snug little bed. The lock of the door had been oiled by Lucy, so as to open quite noiselessly, but the room was purposely left in utter darkness, and secured even from the intrusion of a dim starlight by well-closed window curtains.
About eleven o'clock, as nearly as I could guess, the door silently opened, and by the light of the corridor lamp, I saw a figure, in nothing but a shirt, cautiously glide in, and approach the bed. The door closed, and all was dark, putting my heart in a dreadful Gutter, at the approach of the long wished for, but dreaded ravisher of my virginity.
"Lucy! Lucy!! Lucy!!!" he whispered, in a low voice, al-?most in my ear. No response, only the apparent deep breathing of a person in sound sleep.
"She hasn't thought much about me, but, I guess, some- thing between her legs will soon wake her up," I heard him mutter; then the bedclothes were pulled open, and he slid into bed by my side. My hair was all loose, the same as Lucy's generally was at night, and I felt a warm lass on my cheek, also an arm stealing round my waist and clutching my nightdress as if to pull it up. Of course I was the fox asleep, but could not help being all atremble at the approach of?my fate.
"How you shake, Lucy; what's the matter? Hullo! who's this; it can't be you?" he said rapidly, as with a sigh and a murmur, "Oh! oh! Alice." I turned round just as he pulled up my chemise, clasping my arm firmly round him, but still apparently lost in sleep. "My God!" I heard him say, "It's that little devil of a Beatrice in Lucy's bed; I won't go, I'll have a lark, she can't know me in the dark."
His hands seemed to explore every part of my body; I could feel his rampant cock pressed between our naked bellies, but although in a burning heat of excitement, I determined to let him do just as he liked, and pretend still to be asleep; his fingers explored my crack, and rubbed the little clitoris; first his leg got between mine, and then presently I could feel him gently placing the head of his instrument in the crack, and I was so excited that a sudden emission wetted it and his fingers all over with a creamy spend. "The little devil's spending in her sleep; these girls must be in the habit of frigging each other, I believe," he said to himself again. Then his lips met
mine for the first time, and he was quite free from fear on that account as his face was as beardless as a girl's.
"Ah! Alice!" I murmured, "give me your sausage thing, that's it, dear, shove it in," as I pushed myself forward on his slowly progressing cock; he met me with a sudden thrust, making me almost scream with pain, yet my arms nervously clung round his body, and kept him close to the mark.
"Gently," he whispered, "Beatrice, dear, I'm Frederick, I won't hurt you much; how in heaven's name did you come in Lucy's bed?"
Pretending now to awaken for the first time with a little scream, and trying to push his body away from me, I ex- claimed, "Oh! Oh! How you hurt! Oh! for shame, don't. Oh! let me go, Mr. Frederick, how can you?" And then my efforts seemed exhausted, and I lay almost at his mercy as he ruthlessly pushed his advantage, and tried to stop my mouth with kisses. I was lost. Although very painful, thanks to our frequent fingerings, &c., the way had been so cleared that he was soon in complete possession, although as I afterwards found by the stains on my chemise it was not quite a blood- less victory.
Taking every possible advantage, he continued his motions with thrilling energy, till I could not help responding to his delicious thrusts, moving my bottom a little to meet each re- turning insertion of his exciting weapon (we were lying on bur sides), and in a few moments we both swam in a mutual flood of bliss, and after a spasmodic storm of sighs, kisses, and tender hugging pressure of each other's body, we lay in a listless state of enjoyment, when suddenly the bedclothes were thrown, or pulled 06, then slap—slap—slap, came smarting smacks on our bottoms, and Alice's light, merry laugh sounded through the darkness, "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mr. Frederick, is this what you learnt at college, sir? Here, Lucy, help; we must secure and punish the wretch; bring a light."
Lucy appeared with a candle and locked the door inside at once, before he could have a chance of escaping, and I could see she was quite delighted at the spectacle presented by our bodies in conjunction, for as I had been previously instructed, I clung to him in apparent fright, and tried to hide my blushing face in his bosom.
Frederick was in the utmost confusion, and at first was afraid his sister would expose him, but he was a little reassured as she went on, "What shall I do? I can't tell an old maid like aunt; only to think that my dear little Beatrice should be outraged under my very eyes, the second night of her visit. If papa and mama were at home, they would know what to do; now I must decide for myself. Now, Frederick, will you submit to a good whipping for this, or shall I write to your father, and send Beatrice home disgraced in the morning, and you will have to promise to marry her, sir? Now you've spoilt her for anyone else; who do you think would take a cruche cassée if they knew it, or not repudiate her when it was found out, as it must be the first night of her marriage. No, you bad boy, I'm determined both to punish you and make you offer her all the reparation in your power."
I began to cry, and begged her not to be too hard, as he had not hurt me much, and in fact had, at the finish, quite delighted my ravished senses.
"Upon my word," said Alice, assuming the airs of a woman, "the girl is as bad as the boy; this could not have happened, Beatrice, if you had not been too complaisant, and given way to his rudeness."
Frederick, disengaging himself from my embrace, and quite unmindful of his condition, started up, and clasping his sister round her neck, kissed her most lovingly, and the impudent fellow even raised her nightdress and stroked her belly, ex- claiming, as he passed his hand over her mossy mount, "What a pity, Alice, you are my sister or I would give you the same pleasure as I have Beatrice, but I will submit to your chastisement, however hard it may be, and promise also that my little love here shall be my future wife."
ALICE.—"You scandalous fellow, to insult my modesty so, and expose your blood-stained manhood to my sight, but I will punish you, and avenge both myself and Beatrice; you are my prisoner, so just march into the other room, I've got a tickler there that I brought home from school, as a curiosity, little thinking I should so soon have a use for it."
Arrived in Alice's own room, she and Lucy first tied his hands to the bedpost, then they secured his ankles to the handle of a heavy box, which stood handy, so as to have him tolerably well stretched out.
ALICE, getting her rod out of a drawer.—"Now, pin up his shirt to his shoulders, and I will see if I can't at least draw a few drops of his impudent blood out of his posteriors, which Beatrice may wipe off with her handkerchief as a memento of the outrage she has so easily forgiven."
The hall was a large house, and our apartments were the only ones occupied in that corridor, the rooms abutting on which were all in reserve for visitors expected to arrive in a few days, to spend Christmas with us, so that there was not much fear of being heard by any of the other inmates of the house, and Alice was under no necessity of thinking what might be the result of her blows. With a flourish she brought down the bunch of twigs with a thundering whack on his plump, white bottom; the effect was startling to the culprit, who was evidently only anticipating some playful fun. "Ah! My God! Alice, you'll cut the skin; mind what you're about; I didn't bargain for that."
ALICE (with a smile of satisfaction).—"Ho! Ho! did you think I was going to play with you? But, you've soon found your mistake, sir! Will you? Will you, again take such outrageous liberties with a young lady friend of mine?"
She cut him quite half-a-dozen times in rapid succession, as she thus lectured him, each blow leaving long red lines, to mark its visitation, and suffusing his fair bottom all over with a peach-like bloom. The victim, finding himself quite help- less, bit his lips and ground his teeth in fruitless rage. At last he burst forth: "Ah! Ah! You she-devil! Do you mean to skin my bum? Be careful, or I will take a rare revenge some day before long."
ALICE, with great calmness and determination, but with a most excited twinkle in her eyes.—"Oh! You show temper, do you? So you mean to be revenged on me for doing a simple act of justice, sir? I will keep you there, and cut away at your impudent bottom, till you fairly beg my pardon, and promise to forgo all such wicked revengefulness."
The victim writhed in agony and rage, but her blows only increased in force, beginning to raise great fiery-looking weals all over his buttocks. "Ah! Ha!" she continued, "How do you like it, Fred? Shall I put a little more steam in my blows?"
Frederick struggles desperately to get loose, but they have secured him too well for that! The tears of shame and mortification stand in his eyes, but he is still obstinate, and I could also observe a very perceptible rising in his manly instrument, which soon stood out from his belly in a rampant state of erection.
ALICE, with assumed fury.—"Look at the fellow, how he is insulting me, by the exhibition of his lustful weapon. I wish I could cut it off with a blow of the rod," giving him a fearful cut across his belly and on the penis.
Frederick fairly howled with pain, and big tears rolled down his cheeks, as he gasped out: "Oh! Oh! Ah! Have mercy, Alice. I know I deserve it. Oh! Pity me now, dear!"
ALICE, without relaxing her blows.—"Oh! You are beginning to feel properly, are you? Are you sincerely penitent? Beg my pardon at once, sir, for the way you insulted me in the other room."
FREDERICK.—"Oh! Dear Alice! Stop! Stop! You don't let me get any breath. I will! I will beg your pardon. Oh! I can't help my affair sticking up as it does."
ALICE.—"Down sir! Down sir! Your master is ashamed of you," as she playfully whisks his pego with her rod.
Frederick is in agony; his writhing and contortions seemed excruciating in the extreme, he fairly groaned out: "Oh! Oh! Alice, let me down. On my word, I will do anything you order. Oh! Oh! Ah! You make me do it," as he shuts his eyes, and we saw quite a jet of sperm shoot from his virile member.
Alice dropped her rod, and we let down the culprit who was terribly crestfallen.
"Now, sir," she said, "down on your knees, and kiss the rod."
Without a word, he dropped down, and kissed the worn-out stump, saying: "Oh! Alice; the last few moments have been so heavenly. It has blotted out all sense of pain. My dear sister, I thank you for punishing me, and will keep my promise to Beatrice."
I wiped the drops of blood from his slightly-bleeding?rump, and then we gave him a couple of glasses of wine, and allowed him to sleep with Lucy, in her room, for the rest of the night, where they had a most luscious time of it, whilst Alice and myself indulged in our favourite touches.
You may be sure Frederick was not long before he renewed his pleasures with me, whilst his sister took pleasure in our happiness; but she seemed to have contracted a penchant for the use of the rod, and, once or twice a week, would have us all in her room, for a birch seance, as she called it, when Lucy or myself had to submit to be victims; but the heating of our bottoms only seemed to add to our enjoyment when we were afterwards allowed to soothe our raging passions in the arms of our mutual lover.
Christmas came, and with it arrived several visitors, all young ladies and?gentlemen of about our own ages, to spend the festive season with us; our entire party consisted of five gentlemen and seven ladies, leaving out the aunt, who was too old to enter into youthful fun and contented herself with being a faithful housekeeper, and keeping good house, so that after supper every evening we could do almost as we liked; myself and Alice soon converted our five young lady friends into tribades like ourselves, ready for anything, whilst Frederick prepared his young male friends. New Year's Day was his eighteenth birthday, and we determined to hold a regular orgy that night in our corridor, with Lucy's help. Plenty of refreshments were laid in stock, ices, sandwiches, and champagne; the aunt strictly ordered us all to retire at one A.M. at latest, so we kept her commands, after spending a delicious evening in dancing and games, which only served to flush us with excitement for what all instinctively felt would be a most voluptuous entertainment upstairs.
The aunt was a heavy sleeper, and rather deaf, besides which Frederick, under?the excuse of making them drink his health, plied the servants first with beer, then with wine, and afterwards with just a glass of brandy for a nightcap; so that we were assured they would also be sound enough, in fact two or three never got to bed at all.
Frederick was master of the ceremonies, with Alice as a most useful assistant.?As I said before, all were flushed with excitement and ready for anything; they were all of the most aristocratic families, and our blue blood seemed fairly to course through our veins. When all had assembled in Alice's apartment they found her attired in a simple, long chemise de nuit. "Ladies and gentlemen," she said, "I believe we are all agreed for an out and out romp; you see my costume, how do you like it?" and a most wicked smile, "I hope it does not display the contour of my figure too much," drawing it tightly about her so as to show the outline of her beautiful buttocks, and also displaying a pair of ravishing legs in pink silk stockings.
"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo Alice! we will follow your example," burst from all sides. Each one skipped back to his or her room and reappeared in mufti; but the tails of the young gentlemen's shirts caused a deal of laughter, by being too short.
alice.- "Well, I'm sure, gentlemen, I did not think your undergarments were so indecently short."
Frederick, with a laugh, caught hold of his sister's chemise, and tore a great?piece off all around, so that she was in quite a short smock, which only half-covered her fair bottom.
Alice was crimson with blushes, and half inclined to be angry, but recovering herself, she laughed, "Ah! Fred, what a shame to serve me so, but I don't mind if you make us all alike."
The girls screamed, and the gentlemen made a rush; it was a most exciting?scene; the young ladies retaliated by tearing the shirts of their tormentors, and this first skirmish only ended when the whole company were reduced to a complete state of nudity; all were in blushes as they gazed upon the variety of male and female charms exposed to view.
Frederick, advancing with a bumper of champagne.- "We've all heard of Nuda Veritas, now let's drink to her health; the first time we are in her company, I'm sure she will be most charming and agreeable."
All joined in this toast, the wine inflamed our desires, there was not a male organ present but what was in a glorious state of erection.
alice.- "Look, ladies, what a lot of impudent fellows, they need not think we?are going to surrender anyhow to their youthful lust; they shall be all blindfolded, and then we will arm ourselves with good birch rods, then let it be everyone for themselves and Cupid's dart for us all."
"Hear, hear," responded on all sides, and handkerchiefs were soon tied over their eyes, and seven good birch rods handed round to the ladies. "Now, gentlemen, catch who you can," laughed Alice, slashing right and left into the manly group, her example being followed by the other girls; the room was quite large enough and a fine romp ensued, the girls were as lithe and active as young fawns, and for a long time sorely tried the patience of their male friends, who tumbled about in all directions, only to get an extra dose of birch on their plump posteriors before they could regain their feet.
At last the Honble. Miss Vavasour stumbled over a prostrate gentleman, who happened to be the young Marquis of Bucktown, who grasped her firmly round the waist, and clung to his prize, as a shower of cuts greeted the writhing pair.
"Hold, hold," cried Alice, "she's fairly caught and must submit to be offered as a victim on the Altar of Love."
Lucy quickly wheeled a small soft couch into the centre of the room. The?gentlemen pulled off their bandages, and all laughingly assisted to place the pair in position; the lady underneath with a pillow under her buttocks, and the young marquis, on his knees, fairly planted between her thighs. Both were novices, but a more beautiful couple it would be impossible to conceive; he was a fine young fellow of seventeen, with dark hair and eyes, whilst her brunette style of complexion was almost a counterpart of his; their eyes were similar also, and his instrument, as well as her cunny, were finely ornamented with soft curly black hair; with the skin drawn back, the firey purple head of his cock looked like a large ruby, as, by Frederick's suggestion, he presented it to her luscious-looking vermilion gap, the lips of which were just slightly open as she lay with her legs apart. The touch seemed to electrify her, the blushing face turned to a still deeper crimson as the dart of love slowly entered the outwarks of her virginity. Fred continued to act as mentor, by whispering in the young gallant's ear, who also was covered with blushes, but feeling his steed fairly in contact with the throbbing matrix of the lovely girl beneath him, he at once plunged forward to the attack, pushing, shoving, and clasping her round the body with all his strength, whilst he tried to stifle her cries of pain by glueing his lips to hers. It was a case of Vent, Vidi, Vici. His onset was too impetuous to be withstood, and she lay in such a passive favourable position that the network of her hymen was broken at the first charge, and he was soon in full possession up to the roots of his hair. He rested a moment, she opened her eyes, and with a faint smile said, "Ah! It was indeed sharp, but I can already begin to feel the pleasures of love. Go on now, dear boy, our example will soon fire the others to imitate us," heaving up her bottom as a challenge, and pressing him fondly to her bosom. They ran a delightful course, which filled us all with voluptuous excitement, and as they died away in a mutual spend, someone put out the lights. All was laughing confusion, gentlemen trying to catch a prize, kissing and sighing.
I felt myself seized by a strong arm, a hand groped for my cunny, whilst a?whisper in my ear said: "How delightful! It's you, dear little Beatrice. I can't make a mistake, as yours is the only hairless thing in the company. Kiss me, dear, I'm bursting to be into your tight little affair." Lips met lips in a luscious kiss. We found ourselves close to Alice's bed, my companion put me back on it, and taking my legs under his arms, was soon pushing his way up my longing cunny. I nipped him as tightly as possible; he was in ecstasies and spent almost directly, but keeping his place, he put me, by his vigorous action, into a perfect frenzy of love. Spend seemed to follow spend, till we had each of us done it six times, and the last time I so forgot myself as to fairly bite his shoulder in delight. At length he withdrew, without telling his name. The room was still in darkness, and love engagements were going on all round. I had two more partners after that, but only one go with each. I shall never forget that night as long as a breath remains in my body.
Next day I found out, through Fred, that Charlie Vavasour had been my first partner, and that he himself believed he had had his sister in the melee, which she afterwards admitted to me was a fact, although she thought he did not know it, and the temptation to enjoy her brother was too much for her.
This orgie has been the means of establishing a kind of secret society amongst?the circle of our friends. Anyone who gives a pressure of the hand and asks: "Do you remember Fred's birthday?" is free to indulge in love with those who understand it and I have since been present at many repetitions of that birthday fun.
PART III. (original 1879-1880 text)
We returned to school, and I kept up a regular correspondence with Frederick,?the letters to and fro being enclosed in those of Alice. Time crept on, but as you can imagine as well or better than I can relate all the kinds of salacious amusements we girls used to indulge in, I shall skip over the next few years till I arrived at the age of seventeen; my guardians were in a hurry to present me at Court, and have me brought out in hopes that I might soon marry and relieve them of their trust.
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LADY POKINGHAM; OR THEY ALL DO IT - An Interlude
I said previously that I would skip over our remaining years at school; yet how remiss of me! For to do so would be to neglect some splendid erotic frolics, the writing of which has greatly fired my blood. Indeed, in the penning of it I have often had to pause through excess of emotion. Would that I had the strength to satisfy my lust in your arms, dear Walter! But never again shall I taste the joy of coition. Memory of pleasures past must be enough for me now.
Well, then, the Easter following Frederick’s birthday orgie, it so happened the Alice’s father had to return to the country to deal with certain legal affairs, and had summoned Alice home.
She told me this news in the greatest excitement. “Just think! I will be able to have my dear Willie’s pego once more, for as you know he only had me once. Ah, my dear Beatrice, we shall enjoy him together for I am sure you are quite to his taste.”
She then begged me to use some of my allowance to buy stockings and drawers for us both. “For we are becoming young ladies now, no longer children, and we should be bashful about showing our legs so much.” I was happy to do so, and we spent a happy half morning in the milliner’s, where Alice made sure to find the most delicate and captivating items they had. She even bought garters, somewhat to the shopkeeper’s disapproval as she did not think such young ladies should dress so. But as is so often the case, a little extra money shut her mouth.
We travelled by train to the town of M----., about five miles from the Hall. The carriage was waiting for us, Mr. William standing by its side. Alice and I had set our plan as we lay together in bed the night before. “Remember how you notice him,” she warned me, “for we are still little girls in everyone’s eyes and must act so.” She told me I should feign a head-ache so that Mr. William would draw the curtains of the carriage, and this I did. “And the driver will surely be Old Adam,” she told me. “He is hard of hearing so we shall be quite safe to have a little romp.”
The thought being once more in the arms of her beloved Willie so heated her that she leapt upon me, thrusting her tongue in my mouth most deliciously. Her fingers dived into my pussey and as she licked and sucked my bubbies - now somewhat more developed yet still far from grown - as she whispered “At last your parsley bed is beginning to grow, dear Beatrice. Ah! I must suck your delicious quim. Do you turn over me, darling girl, and repay the favour.” It was not long before we both gave down our liquor of love and, somewhat more composed, passed a peaceful night.
The rail journey the next day passed without incident; as it would not do for two well-born young ladies to travel alone, the school had sent a chaperone with us. “What a pity we are monitored,” said Alice to me, sotto voce, “Do you see that man there?” (pointing to a handsome man of about thirty years of age sitting nearby) - “He shoved up behind me when we were getting on board and I could feel his pego, stiff as iron, pressing into me… I rubbed against it and it was all I could do not to place my hand upon him. Ah, how it twitched against me, there’s nothing like a stiff prick, ready and randy.”
Mr. William was waiting for us when we arrived at the station. “Miss Alice, Miss Beatrice,” he greeted us, with a slight bow. Alice responded formally and for my part I complained of head-ache and faintness. The ruse worked like a charm; Mr. William to Old Adam to drive gently (having to repeat himself twice before the man understood what was wanted). Then, properly solicitous, he ushered us into the carriage and drew the curtains.
“Dear Willie, let Beatrice lay her head in your lap,” said Alice, in accordance with our little plans. William, no longer blind to the little girl’s libidinous nature, smiled at this. As I laid my head in his lap I could feel his pego already twitching. “Take it out, dear Beatrice,” said Alice and I, nothing loth, did so. Ah! his great red-headed monster rose up under my nimble fingers. “Take him in your mouth” instructed Alice, and you can be sure I did not hesitate to follow her advice.
How his lovely cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth, and how hot the shaft as I rubbed my fingers over it! In a flash Alice was kneeling by my side, ready to share the delicious treat. As I sucked, she kissed and licked his balls, running a finger back to tickle his arsehole. Then we swapped duties, and I kissed and fondled his testicles and even ran my tongue into his nether hole. William’s soft moans of delight grew louder as the moment of ecstasy approached.
“Oh, Alice, Beatrice, yes, lick, suck, nibble - ah - ah - you make me spend!” And with that the hot sperm erupted up the stiff shaft of his penis into Alice’s mouth. She then passed his noble weapon to me, the sperm flying over both our faces as she did so. Greedily I swallowed the last few spurts of his emission before turning to Alice and kissing her passionately. Our tongues and lips intertwined before I broke away to lick off the sperm across her face. As I did so, Alice’s nimble fingers slipped under my skirt to caress my pussey. So heated was I that it was mere seconds before I shuddered with a delicious spend, giving down my copious liquor of love.
Our passions somewhat cooled, we sat back on the seat opposite Mr. William, his cock now pendent. “How I have missed your lovely pego,” said Alice. “And you will let Beatrice share it too. What a fine time we will have of it, and Lucy will join our romps also.”
“But we must manage it with care, my little darlings,” said Mr. William. “That nasty spy Mary is always on the watch to catch me with Lucy and she will become suspicious if we notice each other too much.”
“Ah, I will manage it,” said Alice. “Did I not seduce you, my dear Willie, all unbeknown to Mama and Papa, and Mary too?” Thereupon she opened the carriage windows, explaining as she did so her purpose to air out the odours of our passion. Our talk turned to more wholesome matters as we continued our journey to the Hall.
It was not long until we were rolling up the long drive, its borders blooming with flowers in contrast to the snow and ice that had covered everything when we celebrated Frederick’s birthday. Frederick was not yet home, but Alice’s parents were. I had not met them before but it was easy to see Alice’s features in her mother, a stately woman of thirty or thereabouts. I took her hand in mine to shake, enjoying her bright eyes, sparking teeth, and black hair delicately arranged as I did so. Then I took her father’s hand, a handsome man of forty, my eyes dropping to see what kind of bunch he had in his breeches.
Alice of course gave each a warmer welcoming, hugging her Papa and Mama warmly. “Why, you have grown since we saw you last,” said her Mama.
“You are indeed becoming a young lady,” agreed her father. “And I see you have taken to wearing stockings!” - his eyes lingering on legs (and bosom) a little longer than perhaps was quite respectable.
“Papa, I am no longer a child. I am a young lady now and it is time I dressed so,” said Alice.
“Well, my dear, I am sure you know best,” her papa replied, patting her bottom for a moment, which made Alice blush a little.
We then went in and took luncheon, served by Mr. William. To look at his formal demeanour, who could have imagined that just an hour before he was revelling in a debauch with two thirteen-year old girls!
After our repast, Alice declared she would spend a few hours at the piano, an art her parents encouraged her to pursue, thinking it a necessary skill for any well-bred young lady. She was tutored by her aunt (you will recall I mentioned her before), a greatly skilled player.
“Beatrice, it is a lovely day. If mama and papa will allow it, why not prevail upon Mr. William to take you for a row? And perhaps pack a little refreshment for there is a lovely island on the lake that you should explore.” Alice’s father declared this an excellent idea - having no idea, of course, of Alice’s true purpose which was for Willie and me to enjoy each other to the full.
Soon enough, William and I were walking to the boathouse, accompanied by Lucy, carrying some refreshments. As she handed me into the skiff she said to me, “Enjoy your little games my dear, I know what that fox Alice has in mind for you.” My blood was fired and I would have liked for Lucy to join us, but she could not escape her duties in the house. “We shall have a game later,” I replied to her, sitting in the boat as Willie locked the oars into place.
Willie removed his jacket and began to row. I admired the supple strength of his body as he pulled at the oars, knowing that those fine arms would soon be encircling me. As we were still in sight of the house we had to keep up appearances and so I sat formally opposite him. But of course we could not be overheard.
“Ah, Willie, when we get to the island what shall we do?”
“What would you like to do, Miss Beatrice?”
“Oh, you naughty man! I want you to do me what you did to Alice when you rowed her… She was not even twelve years of age then, but you ravished her… Yes, I know all about it, how she drew you out, and then sat atop your wonderful pego. Ah! she was so young it could hardly fit, and as you broke through her maiden defences she fainted. Tell me now Willie, the mouchoir you took that day, do you still have it?”
“Indeed I do Miss Beatrice. But tell me true, you have had a man before, I think?”
I blushed to admit it, but admit it I did.
“And who would that be?” asked Willie.
I refused to answer.
“Perhaps I could guess that Miss Alice is not the only Marchmont to whom you have surrendered your lovely charms?”
I splashed water at him, glared, and said no more.
It was not long before we reached the island. Stepping out first, Willie offered me his hand and, daintily, I stepped onto the shore.
Together we wandered into the little wood, in the midst of which Alice had told me there was a clearing. The clearing reached, Willie laid out a blanket and invited me to sit. Then he opened the hamper and brought out a bottle of champagne. “I had Lucy place this in here,” he said. “It will fire our senses to greater passions, dear Beatrice, and I do so want to enflame you.”
Eagerly I took a glass from him and swallowed it down. As the bubbles coursed through my veins I reached up to take Willie’s hand and pull him down beside me. I threw my arms around him and pressed my mouth to his. Our tongues twined in a frenzy, saliva mingling and flowing. I reached to his trousers to find his pego already hard. Pulling it out, I stroked him to full stand.
“Be naked for me” he gasped, and lifted my dress over my head. His lips fell to my small bubbies, covering them in kisses. My nipples stood hard as I sighed in ecstasy. “Ah, there is something so wonderful about a little girl’s bubbies,” said Willie. “Such sweet, delicate titties you have, still growing… it’s so rude to see, so delightful…”
As he toyed with my breasts he eased down my shift. Now I was naked before him and his cock seemed to grow even stiffer.
“Oh, the naughty little devil,” said William, “Hardly any hair on her little cunny but she’s hot and ready to be fucked…” I blushed a little at the rude words, and that seemed to make him hotter.
“Fuck, cunt, bubbies, suck, bugger, pissing, arsehole, cock.. that’s the language to use… Try it, my dear Beatrice, the very rudeness of the words is what makes them best to use.”
Though my sexual experience was already wide, I had rarely used such words. But as it seemed to please Willie, I was willing. “Fuck me, Willie, fuck me…. I am yours, my cunt and bubbies and arse… oh, you like little girls, don’t you? You like to fuck little girls who should know nothing of sex… And you fucked Alice before she was even twelve years old! What do you think her parents would say to that, sir? Their daughter outraged, think of the scandal! And she told me how she enjoyed it too, the hussy, she said you had a big cock and used it well… how often she said to me as we played in bed that she wished her Willie were there… hot and randy and ready to fuck us both. She would have you fuck her cunny while she kissed mine… ah, two little girls for you to fuck and romp with all night long…”
I don’t know what else I said but it was more of the same, a litany of the most profane language, the most secret desires, the most shameful and wrong actions - and how it fired up Willie and indeed me too.
“Alice told me all about your encounter, dear. She was on top, and that is how I shall do it. Lie on your back, Willie, let me straddle you.” The butler, nothing loth, followed my instructions. I took his noble tool in my hands, holding it steady while I directed it to the bower of bliss. Ah, it felt so large in me as I slowly settled down on him. He placed his strong manly hands upon my buttocks and began to move me up and down, our moans of passion filling the glade. He pulled me towards him so that he could kiss me passionately. It was no easy matter as he was so big and strong and I was but a little girl; yet passion makes a way for us and we mingled tongues and saliva with hunger. Then, putting his finger to my mouth to wet it with spittle, he worked it into my smaller hole.
Alice and I had often done this to each other in our night-time revels, but Willie’s finger was bigger than her slender digit. It smarted a little but greatly added to the salacious enjoyment of the bout. Under this double pleasure of finger and pego it was not long before I reached that peak of pleasure that has been the guiding power of my life; and Willie followed soon after, letting out a positive roar of passion and he spurted his essence deep into me. Sated, I fell forward onto his chest as he kissed the top of my head - “Ah, now, Miss Beatrice, was that not a fuck indeed?”
I smiled but now that I was (at least for the nonce) satisfied I had no wish to speak those profane words. “Dear Willie, dear Willie” I replied, “Indeed I am sated.”
Poor Willie! He has been in his grave several years now - gone to his death-bed all under the willow-tree. Ah, sunt lacrimae rerum. But let us not dwell on death; it comes for us all.
Willie’s pego slowly softened and he withdrew, my pussey still holding on to him, as if reluctant to see him go. He served me a little more champagne and then walked to the water’s edge - on the far side of the island, so that he should not be seen from the house - for an invigorating dip. I lay daydreaming, listening to him splashing in the water and singing.
When the corn is waving, Annie dear, oh! Meet me by the stile, To hear thy gentle voice again, and greet thy winning smile
The moon will be at full, love, the stars will brightly gleam
Oh! come, my queen of night, love, and grace the beauteous scene.
The cold water had an invigorating effect on him for I could see a new stiffness in his tool. He sat beside me, took me in his arms and we began to kiss, his cock again growing as we did so.
“We have time let, so let us wait a little while,” he said. “Tell me of your erotic frolics with Miss Alice and I will share a story with you in return.”
I agreed willingly and gave him the account that I have already given you, dear Walter, of how Alice took a great fancy to me after we had been placed in the same room. Willie’s pego stiffened and danced at some of my more descriptive passages, and the retelling fired me too, so much that I told him about my frolic with Frederick, though I had not intended to betray that secret. But Willie gave a laugh and told me he had had the story from Lucy, though in less descriptive terms. Of course I should have guessed so from the remarks he let drop earlier and my knowledge that he was on good terms with that winning girl.
When I told him how Alice had birched Frederick for his impudent observation that, “Were you not my sister, Alice, I would give you the same treatment as I have given Beatrice,” Willie gave a low chuckle and said, “Ah, Master Frederick, you should have been firmer, and your sister would have yielded. Dearest Beatrice, Lucy told me Alice was indeed enamoured of her brother; and when I asked her how she knew, she replied, “I know what I know, Sir, and if you had seen how she sometimes looks at him as I have seen, you would know it too!” And so perhaps when Master Frederick comes home you can prevail upon him to try again. There is something so maddeningly erotic about incest - and that is the theme of the story I will now tell you.”
The Butler’s Tale
As you know, Alice’s father was ordered to the south of Europe by his doctor. Ah, what a blow that was for me, for I had to say adieu to my little lover. But we who serve have no freedom, and go I must.
Mr. Marchmont went to Biarritz, a city he has visited frequently, as have I. You know that I have been with the Marchmont household all my life, Beatrice, and Mr. Marchmont’s father (god rest him in his grave) made sure I was taught French when I was a boy, for he too loved that nation.
My employer took a spacious house in Biarritz, as well as a villa some miles into the countryside. Thither he would often repair while his wife stayed in town, in line, he said, with his doctor’s requirement for peace and quiet. The housekeeper, a woman of some sixty years old, lived in a small cottage next door. With her were her two grandchildren, a boy of thirteen and a girl of twelve, named Henri and Aurora. Henri was a delicate and fair boy and indeed so slender and gentle you might think he was a girl. Aurora was a pretty brunette, with lively sparkling eyes and the sweetest smile you ever did see.
Mr. Marchmont was happy for the children to play in the house and garden, a fact that much delighted them for few previous tenants had shown any such kindness. But it soon became apparent to me that kindness was not uppermost on Mr. Marchmont’s mind as I observed his lingering gaze, first on Aurora alone but soon enough equally as much on Henri.
One afternoon when Aurora was playing in the garden, Mr. Marchmont called him to her. “Sit upon my knee and you shall have a bonbon,” said he (“Of course, my dear Beatrice, this was all in French, but I shall give it in English for you,” said Willie).
The little girl did so, and Mr. Marchmont put one arm around her waist. “What a pretty little thing you are,” he said. Then with his free hand he took a bonbon from its wrapper and placed it between her lips. Aurora blushed but ate the sweetmeat. Mr. Marchmont began to caress her back, running his hand down her body to pull her dress tighter and better reveal the outline of her ravishing bottom. “What a young lady you are becoming,” he said. “Soon all the boys will be chasing you.” Again Aurora blushed, yet there seemed a little sparkle of excitement in her eye. Mr. Marchmont popped another bonbon in her mouth, saying, “Now run along dear, and perhaps you can have more tomorrow.” He gave her lovely bottom a caress and squeeze as she stood up.
“Ah, William, I must have that little girl. Do you think it possible?” he said to me. I suggested that with a suitable bribe to the grandmother it would indeed be possible. I knew from my conversations with her that she had been a bawd and indeed that her daughter, the children’s mother, followed the same profession in Biarritz. I began negotiations with the grandmother and in due course informed Mr. Marchmont that for the sum of 300 francs she would look the other way regarding his intentions not just to Aurora but Henri as well. His prick stiffened visibly in his breeches at this, and he gladly handed over the money.
“But both children know nothing of the ways of the world and are as innocent as lambs,” I told him.
“Still, I will find a way to seduce them,” replied he. “And after all, with the grandmother paid off, the children are trapped.”
It was not long before Aurora was back for another bonbon. “Jump up on my lap then, my dear,” said Mr. Marchmont. “But this time I want a kiss in return.”
The little girl turned her face to his, clearly expecting the kind of kiss she would be used to from her grandmother. And indeed Mr. Marchmont began so, with the chastest of kisses on her cheek. “And have a little drink now, sweet one,” he said to her, passing a glass of champagne I had prepared for the very purpose. The fizz soon brought a flush to her cheek and she turned up her face to my employer expecting to exchange another kiss for a bonbon.
But this was to be a different kiss as Mr. Marchmont placed his lips on hers, then pushed his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes wide in surprise, she tried to pull back but Mr. Marchmont held her firm. “You are becoming a young lady now,” he told her, “and this is what a young lady must learn. So give me your tongue or it will be a birching for you.” So saying he picked up a rod on the nearby table, bringing it down with a sharp rap.
This so alarmed the little girl that she did as instructed. And soon enough the actions of their mingling tongues and the champagne bought a flush of erotic delight to little Aurora’s demeanour. “Say you begin to like it, little one?” said Mr. Marchmont.
“Oh, sir, it is strange and what would Grannie say? Yet I begin to like it. Is this really what young ladies do?” she whispered back to him.
“It is, and they do much more,” said he, his fingers busy with the buttons at the back of her dress.
“What are you doing?” Aurora asked. “You should not, it is not right.”
“Why, I want to feast my eyes on your little bubbies my dear, and you shall let me. I say what is right and you have no choice but to obey, my little darling” - again wielding the rod.
She yielded. “But how strange it is! When I am taking a bath, I think Henri sometimes tries to peek at me through the keyhole, for I often hear his footsteps outside the door, even though he attempts to be quiet. After the first time I heard him I always placed a towel on the handle so that he should not see me, for as grandmother says I will be a young lady soon and I must think to my modesty.” She talked on, saying as how she loved to bathe but had only the smallest tub in her grandmother’s home.
But her idle chatter broke off as Mr. Marchmont, who had by now eased her dress over her shoulders, revealing to his delighted gaze her still-growing bubbies, began to apply his tongue to her snowy white and delicate little breasts - ah, such soft little mounds, each topped with a pink nipple. As he caressed her, Aurora sighed in surprise and then delight at this new sensation. “Oh sir, indeed you make me feel so strange, what is it that you are doing?”
“Just what Henri wants to do, my dear,” replied he, gently biting a nipple. “And would you let him?”
“Oh.. oh… ohhh…” breathed the little girl, blushing furiously. “Yes, sometimes I have wished to see what is in his breeches, is that very bad?”
“As the world reckons it, yes it is bad indeed - but here, darling Aurora, there is no bad. Only pleasure, and I mean to give you the greatest pleasure now, my sweet little girl.” So saying he eased off her dress and then her bootees and socks, followed by her smock. And now she was as naked as the day she was born, blushing furiously, her hand over her pussey.
“Oh I have not been undressed in front of anyone for years,” she said, “and little girls are not supposed to be naked in front of men.”
“Here there are no such rules, little one. Here there is only pleasure,” said Mr. Marchmont, taking her hand away from her pussey and revealing her naked charms. Her little cunny had just a few fine hairs on it and glistened with the moisture of her maiden arousal. “Lie down on the sofa, my dear,” said Mr. Marchmont, leading the still-blushing little girl thither. Laying her down, he again kissed her passionately. I saw her tongue eagerly jousting with his, her eyes closed in her growing erotic passion. Mr. Marchmont kissed his way down her body, smearing her bubbies with saliva before roving across her belly and to the treasure between her legs. Diving his tongue in her little cunt he drove her to such sighs of passion as I had not expected from a little girl of just twelve years old. Mr. Marchmont’s busy tongue kept working about her heated parts. Gently he spread her labia and began to suck and nibble her little clitoris. Her breaths became yet more ragged and excited and it was not many minutes before she gave a convulsive shudder and gave down her liquor of love.
“Oh, kind sir, what did you do to me?” said she, when she had recovered a little. “I have never felt anything like that before.”
“That is called spending, my little love,” said he. “And men can spend too. Would you like to see that?” Aurora blushed again but nodded.
Mr. Marchmont, still fully dressed, directed the little girl to unbutton his shirt, which she did eagerly. Then he directed her fingers to his breeches, his pego clearly visible beneath the fabric. Fumbling a little she undid the fly and her eyes widened as his noble pego leapt out. “What a big stick!” said she. “How funny it is, how warm, and how it throbs under my fingers. Is that what Henri has in his breeches?”
“A smaller one, yes… and we will both play with him before long, little one, but now I want you to take mine in your mouth.”
The stimulated little girl did so, though she could hardly fit her lips round the bloated, angry shaft. Mr. Marchmont guided her to use her fingers in collaboration with her tongue. The child proved an eager student of the arts of love, kissing and sucking the purple head and handling the throbbing, rampant shaft.
“Little pet, it is coming now,” grunted Mr. Marchmont. I saw his penis throb and swell as he pumped his seed first into her mouth and, when she drew back in surprise, across her lips and cheeks and even into her hair. The hot sperm dribbled down her face and on to her little bubbies as Mr. Marchmont directed the last spurts of his ejaculation into her mouth. “Swallow it, little one, it is most invigorating,” said he, as the girl obediently complied. She then dipped a finger into the sperm liberally coating her sweet little body. “How funny it is!” she said. “And how strange its taste when you squirted in my mouth.”
“There are other places to squirt it, darling Aurora,” said he.
“What can you mean?” asked the perplexed girl.
“Why, this cock is made to go into your little cunny, my dear, and that is what we call fucking.”
Again the little girl’s eyes widened in shock. “But it is so large! It would break me in two” said she. “Yet I liked how your tongue played about my parts, I have never felt anything like that before.”
“How about if we get Henri to do it to you first?” suggested Mr. Marchmont. “His little pintle could pave the way for my bigger monster.”
Once more the girl blushed charmingly, and I could tell the idea appealed to her. “But how could I get him to do that?” asked she.
“Leave it to me, my dear” said Mr. Marchmont. “For now, tell him nothing of this. I will quite seduce him into our little games, you may rely on that.”
So saying he began to dress the little girl. I bought forward a cloth to wipe the sperm glistening in her hair and streaking her body, but he waved me away. “No” he said, in English (which the little girl did not understand) “Let her be, and let her grandmother see that those 300 francs have brought about her debauch. The idea excites me, indeed, that she will see her twelve-year-old granddaughter defiled by semen, and she will know the girl is soon to be fucked. And buggered too, if I can get into her little arsehole!” He also promised me that I would be able to enjoy the little girl - and her brother, if such was my penchant - once he had thoroughly corrupted them.
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