I was listening to this tale with delight, one finger in my little cunny and one hand on Mr. William’s shaft, now fully restored to hard glory.
“Let us fuck once more, sweet Beatrice,” said he to me. “Then we must make our way back to the Hall. And I will tell you the rest of this story another time.”
Nothing loth I stooped my head to his lovely cock, taking the fine purple head between my lips. Once I had thoroughly wetted the shaft with my spittle, I had him lie down and climbed atop his raging pego. Holding its head to my slit, I eased down on him. Oh! The feeling of a cock filling my cunny, what better sensation is there? Once again he put a finger to my arsehole, adding to my stimulation. I should say that he did later wish to bugger me, and I had every inclination to let him; but I was too tight there and the pain was so great that he desisted. Indeed it was not until some years later, my wedding night with Crim-Con, that I first received a cock in my nether hole. You shall read about that glorious debauch later in this memoir, my dear Walter.
As I rode the delighted butler our passions and cries of ecstasy rose; I nipped him most deliciously with my cunny and it did not take long for the inevitable end. Hot spurts of semen erupted into my willing vagina, and I spent too. I fell forward on his chest, breathless and satisfied.
Once we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Mr. William suggested I take a dip in the lake, for it would not do to return with the signs of passion about me. I told him I would do so, and that I needed to make water so he should not look at me.
“Indeed I will look at you, dear Beatrice, for seeing a girl piss is a delight to a man,” said he. Notwithstanding the abandon of our glorious fuck and all that I had seen and experienced, I had never made water in front of another. Willie had to cajole me, but after I all loved him so well I could not help but want to please him.
“Very well then, I will do it here and you may watch” I told him. I squatted and closed my eyes, willing the flow to start. It was not easy, pissing in front of another, but after a few moments the flow started. Willie lay down close to my spouting cunny, evident delight in his eyes. He even took the empty champagne glass I had been drinking from and placed it under the dwindling flow. He not only then licked the drops of piss up from my cunny but also drank the piss in the glass! I was astonished at the time but in the years since then I have often indulged in such pleasures, both pissing on lovers of either sex and being pissed on in return. Indeed, later on, when I had maids of my own (Patty and Annie, of whom you will hear more anon) our hottest frolics would sometimes end with me directing the girls to empty their bladders all over me. How I loved to drink their piss, gurgling fresh from their little cunnies. And of course there was nothing for it but that they must drink my hot urine in return. But as a little girl of thirteen, I knew nothing of these revels and I wondered greatly at Mr. William’s strange penchant.
“Sweeter than champagne and more intoxicating too,” said William to me, kissing me heatedly so that I could taste my own urine in his mouth (a taste I did not altogether like, I confess). “And how delightful to see the water streaming from your little notch! Now, do you go and wash, and dress, and I shall row you back.”
I did as instructed and then we walked back to the boat together, Mr. William once again handing me formally into the boat and rowing gently back to the house. As we approached the main door, Mrs. Marchmont appeared and said, “Ah, Mr. William, I am just looking for you to go over some household accounts. Beatrice, you will find Alice at the piano in the conservatory.”
Keeping up appearances, I politely thanked Mr. William for his time and off I went to find Alice.
Alice was of course all aflame to know what had transpired with the butler, and you may be sure I took great pleasure in telling her every salacious detail. But I did not tell her Willie’s story of her father’s debauchery, having some scruples that it might be betrayal of a confidence. Nor did I mention the butler’s speculations regarding her brother, though the idea of seeing them engaged in coition was certainly most stimulating to me. But in my heated mind I was already calculating strategies to use on Frederick so that he should make the attempt on his sister.
Guests came to the hall that evening so there was no chance for further frolics; but perhaps that was for the best, for too much of any joy leads inevitably to satiety.
Then next morning I woke bright and early, and it occurred to me to repeat Alice’s little adventure of peeping on Willie in his pantry. No sooner thought than put in action and before long I was ensconced in the dusty, disused passage. Events unfolded as Alice had told me, yet I felt with greater passion since it had been a long time since William and Lucy had enjoyed each other. How sweetly her cunny pouted as Mr. William’s noble pego plunged in and out of her. Though I had myself enjoyed both actors, I have always felt there is something exciting in spying on the act of love, no matter how familiar those spied on may be. “There, now, Lucy” said the butler after he had finished. “Is that not as good as when Master Frederick ploughs your furrow for you?”
LUCY – (feigning anger) “How dare you insult me in that way Sir! Had I known you would be so rude I would not have let him into the grotto!” And with that she marched out of the pantry.
My lust provoked by this sight, I must have more. I had been given a room next to Alice’s, and there was a door adjoining the two. I had already taken a peep thought its keyhole, but it had been filled in. I had a few hours to spare and I used them wisely. I went into the groundkeeper’s hut and found a bradawl, and used it to clean out the keyhole. Then, since Alice was at the piano once more, I darted into her room to clean up any telltale detritus from my operations. Kneeling to see the results of my work, I was rewarded with a clear view into her bedchamber.
Frederick arrived later than morning, the carriage rolling up to the front door and Old Adam bringing the horses to a halt. After exchanging greetings with his parents and hugging his sister, he turned to me and, with a formal bow kissed my extended hand. “Miss Beatrice, how pleasant to meet you once again,” he said.
Only the growing bulge in his breeches gave away the fact that we were anything more than acquaintances. But the glance that passed from Alice to me left me in no doubt that she had observed the fact.
I will pass over the activities of that day, for it is the night that is most vivid in my mind. Frederick and I danced several times in the evening, and as we did he whispered in my ear “My sweet Beatrice, may I come to your room tonight? I have been longing for a taste of your cunny since Christmas, and holding you now I am so stiff I could burst out of my breeches.” And indeed I had felt his stiff cock pressing against me several times as we danced.
“If you can manage it with your Mama and Papa home, you may of course have me, dear Fred,” I said. “But can you? What if we are found out? And will not Lucy be expecting you?”
“Trust me to manage my parents, dear Beatrice,” he replied with confidence. “I spent many a night in Lucy’s bed without their ever noticing. And I think Mr. William has a fancy to occupy her this evening.”
Pressing close to me, he let me feel his youthful cock, stiff and proud in his breeches. Seeing that I was unobserved, I gave the noble weapon a fond squeeze, provoking him to further stiffness. “Be careful what you are about, dear Beatrice” he said, “else you will make me spend.”
“Let us not draw attention by dancing together too long, my dear,” said I to him. “You have not danced with Alice yet, take a turn with her.” Of course I was playing the fox here, for I wanted her to feel his rampageous pego against her to better stoke her incestuous desire for him. And indeed as they danced I could see him pressed against her and a delightful flush of pleasure spread across her face, her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling. Frederick had his arm around her back to guide her steps and when he thought he was unobserved I saw his hand drop lower to squeeze Alice’s lovely bottom. Ah, it fired me to imagine them in each other’s arms, coupled in a frenzy of incestuous passion, brother and sister!
I was naturally anxious for the end of the evening to arrive so that I could repair to my bed. Alice and I went up some time before the others, as was appropriate. I gave her a long and loving kiss goodnight, pressing my cunny to hers. “We cannot play tonight, my dear,” I told her. “I am expecting a visit from Master Frederick and my pussey is in a state of longing for his lovely pego. Ah, he uses it so well, dear, if only you could have a taste”
Alice - “For shame, Beatrice!” (blushing furiously) “Do you think I would let my own brother ravish me? You bad girl, I should give you a whipping for that! Yes, perhaps we should have a little birch séance and I will heat your bottom for you. To bed with you.” But she was not so angry after all, giving me one more passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth and squeezing my bottom before we parted.
I retreated into my room to begin my toilette, and before long I was tucked up in bed and the light put out. But I could see a faint light coming through the keyhole, and what must I do but take a peep upon her? Alice was in a state of dishabille, her hair down and part way through undressing. She slipped off the drawers she had recently started to wear and then her chemise, leaving just the stockings she had worn for the evening. Next, she squatted to make water in the chamber pot and I thought again of Willie’s little penchant for my hot piss - indeed he was right, there is something diverting about seeing a young girl fire away. After she had finished she took a piece of paper to wipe her pussey dry, and then began to toy with her little cunny, her eyes bright as she did so. “Ah, I hope you are thinking of Frederick,” I said to myself.
Suddenly Alice looked to the door, and I saw its handle slowly turn. Lucy came into the bedroom, walking as softly as she could. Taking Alice’s hand and giving her a loving kiss, she whispered, “Mr. William and I ask for your company, dear mistress. He is still downstairs so let us go to my room while we may do so unobserved. Ah, I am longing for your sweet caresses.” Then she took the little girl by the hand and led her out of the bedroom, putting out the light before closing the door.
I retired to my bed to await Master Frederick, and it was not long until I heard my door open and he appeared, a candle in his hand. As he approached my bed I could see his pego under his night-shirt, stiff and ready. Slipping into bed beside me, he darted his tongue into my mouth, stifling me with kisses, as my eager hand reached for his rampant cock. “How I shall fuck you, my little lover!” he whispered in my ear. “Your glorious little bubbies, and ah the hair is just beginning to grow on your sweet pussey - I must taste these delightful treasures!” - so saying he began to suckle and nuzzle my titties as if he wanted to devour them. Then he instructed me to lay over him reversed so that I should suck his pego and tickle his balls as he dived his tongue into my eager pussey.
I felt him tickle my bottom-hole and so I returned the favour by thrusting my tongue as far as I could into his arsehole. This brought sighs of the greatest pleasure from him and I felt his cock swell as he choked my mouth with a copious emission. I swallowed as much as I could, but so heated were his movements that his cock slipped from my eager mouth and sprayed his sperm across my face. I spent too as I swallowed the last of his hot seed. Pulling me to him, Frederick again kissed me with passion, licking his own sperm up as he did so, which he seemed to mind not at all.
“How sweet your little cunny tastes!” he exclaimed.
“Your sister’s little pussey is every bit as sweet,” I replied, noting his cock twitch and stiffen as I said so. “I love to taste her and how she spends in my mouth! But still nothing is as good as the spear of love, and how well you wield it, dear Frederick.”
“I would wield it on Alice, dear Beatrice, if only she would let me. Would you be awfully jealous if I confessed how much I want to fuck her?”
I told him that I would not be jealous at all, and indeed I would delight in seeing his glorious cock working well on his sweet sister. “And I will try to persuade Alice to let you fuck her, Fred. But now I see you are stiff and as hard as iron again, and so it is me you must fuck.”
Fred, his eyes full of fire, was eager to obey, and so once again the pego that took my virginity was in me. How nicely it filled my little pussey! Fred thrust into me, and I had to bite my lip so as not to yell out and let the whole house know some very improper proceedings were going on. Lovingly we kissed as he plunged into me. Then I indicated he should lie on his back so that I could straddle him and ride what I soon after learned was called a St. George. And indeed how stiff and firm his lance was, how deeply it pierced me! Fred shuddered and once more his noble weapon gave forth its soothing balm. And with my fingers about my little clitoris I spent too.
Withdrawing his now softening cock from me, he told me he must return to his own room. And so after sucking the last of the sperm about his prick and balls, and sharing one more passionate kiss, he departed. I drifted off into that sweet sleep that comes after one has been thoroughly fucked.
I woke to bright sun through the curtains and birdsong in the garden. Stretching my arms and still feeling a glow of satisfaction from my little adventures with William and Frederick. I decided to have a peep into Alice’s room, for perhaps I might see her make water and that would stimulate me. I crouched down at the keyhole. I could not see her anywhere in the room. Surely she could not still be with Mr. William and Lucy? She would be found out and then there would be scandal. But suddenly there was a rap on the door (at which you may be sure I started violently) and then Alice, who had been standing hidden to one side, crouched down in front of her side of the lock.
“Ah, you bad girl, there you are!” she whispered. “Did you think I would not notice you had unblocked the keyhole? But indeed if you had not, I would have. Is it not the nicest thing to spy on secret passions, my dear? And did you enjoy my brother last night? You know how I take such happiness in your liaison, my dear.”
“What a shame indeed that he is your brother, sweet Alice, for he uses his cock so well. If he was my brother I would still have to fuck him!” I said.
Alice (blushing) - “What nonsense are you saying, silly girl! Do you not know incest is a great crime? But I must dress or they will miss me downstairs.”
Thus ended our colloquy and it was not long before I heard Alice leave her room. I decided to sit in the window seat in my room and enjoy the sunshine. From the selection of magazines on the side I selected an issue of Aunt Judy’s Magazine. But what an insipid read it was, full of moral lessons that I knew to be no more than hypocrisy. Laying it aside, I heard the door to Alice’s room open yet I could hear her playing piano below. Perhaps it was just a maid come to tidy her room, but of course I had to take a peep.
Here came my second surprise of the day, for it was no maid, but Mr. Marchmont. I soon found his purpose in being in his daughter’s room, for he went to the dresser where Alice had left her stockings, drawers and chemise from the night before. He picked up the chemise and pressed it to his nose, inhaling deeply. Then he took out his cock and placed one of her stockings over the already stiff shaft. Rubbing his hand back and forth, he put down her chemise and picked up her drawers. These were of a daringly small style, and as he scented them I could hear him mutter - “Alice, you bad girl, to be so immodest! Ah - I cannot help myself, how you inflame your Papa, your swelling bubbies and fine bottom, how I would like to take you to my bed!” As he spoke his hand moved faster and with a gasp he shot his seed into her intimate apparel. I saw the pearly drops of his sperm glisten through the garment as Mr. Marchmont gasped in delight. When he had finished shooting he let fall a sigh, muttering “I should not let her excite me so, my own daughter! But I cannot help myself, she so maddens me. Yet what can she know of the joys of coition?”
You can be sure I smiled at this, knowing as I did just what a wanton his daughter was. And indeed I thought that if I could get her to let Frederick fuck her, why, it would be only a small step from there to have her fuck her Papa too.
Mr. Marchmont withdrew and once I was sure it was safe I darted into Alice’s room to inspect her soiled garments. Taking up the discarded stocking I rubbed Mr. Marchmont’s spendings between my fingers and then lifted the delicate silk to my mouth to take a taste, my pussey tingling as I did so. I knew from Willie’s erotic tale that Mr. Marchmont had a taste for the young cunny. I resolved then to seduce him and (it will not surprise you, dear Walter) I also vowed I see him fuck Alice too. Father and daughter, what a delicious revel that would be! I then withdrew from Alice’s room and finished my toilette. I made sure to check my undergarments with care to find out if Mr. Marchmont had outraged them as well; and indeed there were some very suspicious-looking stains but I could not be sure. I then joined the family downstairs for a late breakfast. This was served by Mary, as Lucy had returned home for few days.
It so happened that Mr. Marchmont had instructed Mr. William to take the carriage into town to conduct some business on his behalf. Mrs. Marchmont suggested that I might like to travel with him, since on my arrival there before I had not had a chance to explore the town; in particular she thought its museum, noted for its collection of past fashions, might have a salutary educational effect upon me (perhaps because she thought the clothing Alice and I then favoured was too racy - though as I had seen that very morning, it was much to Mr. Marchmont’s erotic fancy.) I hastened to agree - naturally, not for the good of my education but for the chance to be alone with Willie and to have the rest of the tale about his time in France from him. “And I have put some books in the carriage should you wish to read during the journey” concluded the lady of the house.
To keep an appearance of propriety, Mr. William started the journey sitting by Old Adam, atop the carriage, but barely a half-mile had passed before I pulled the bell to halt the journey, making the excuse that I needed the butler’s help with the sampler I was making. Once we were under way again, I demanded the completion of his tale - but first, I said, he must tell me of how he passed the night. I told him how I had seen Lucy bring Alice to her room, and that I knew he had not had the chance to enjoy them both together before this.
William - “Miss Beatrice, to tell you the whole story would take up our entire journey; those girls are so randy that they left me quite fucked out. When I slipped into the room I found the dear pair side-by-side, but reversed. Lucy was gamahuching her little mistress, and, for added delight, postillioning her with a finger; Alice, for her part, was using a godemiche on Lucy. They were so rapt in their ecstasy that they barely noticed me. I undressed in a trice and brought my prick to the fore; it was eagerly seized upon by Alice, who took it between her teeth and sucked me most delightfully.
“She then directed Mr. Priapus to Lucy’s ready cunt, bringing her face close to examine the conjunction of our parts. She tickled my balls and kissed Lucy’s clitoris, before crawling up the bed to plunge her tongue in Lucy’s mouth. After giving her a passionate kiss she straddled Lucy’s face and the maid gladly began to lick her tight little pussey. Alice passed the godemiche to Lucy, still glowing with her juices, and bade her apply it. This erotic sight soon brought me to a spend, and withdrawing my pego from its bower of bliss, my sperm fired across Lucy and even onto Alice’s belly.
“My prick barely lost stiffness and Alice declared it was time for me to ravish her. Now Lucy directed my cock to the charge, marvelling that Alice’s little cunny could take it all in. As I ploughed into Miss Alice, Lucy kissed her mouth and bubbies in rapture, and then brought her pussey over Alice’s mouth. Alice soon licked her to a glorious spend, as I filled the little girl’s cunny with my own tribute. As I withdrew from Alice, Lucy leant forward to secure the little girl’s gaping cunny for her own pleasure, licking up every drop of our mutual spending. The sight of these hot and lecherous girls so enjoying each other brought me back to life, and as Lucy was still busy with her task, I brought my rod to Alice’s mouth. The dear girl sucked me willingly until I was at full stiffness once more.”
“Lucy, now on her hands and knees and with her lovely bottom in the air begged Alice put me in her. The little girl directed my weapon to the usual bower of bliss but then a more wicked idea occurred to her, and she held the head of my cock against Lucy’s arsehole. Lucy gasped as I began to shove my way inside her nether hole. I directed Alice to wet the sphincter well with her spittle, and eagerly she went to work on the tight orifice, working her tongue inside and coating the way liberally with saliva. Bring my steed to the charge once more, I boldly shoved my way past the elastic sphincter until I was fully sheathed in Lucy’s bowels. I began to thrust in and out, Alice licking the shaft as I did so and tickling Lucy’s pussey. Lucy groaned in delight and ecstasy. Then Alice, the little minx, applied the godemiche to my own arsehole. I declare, Miss Beatrice, she is truly her father’s daughter and every bit as full of lecherous ideas as he is! You may imagine that under this attack it was not long before I spent, shooting my very essence deep into Lucy’s bowels.
“Now Alice said that I must ravish her bottom too. Lucy warned her that the attempt would be as painful as when I first outraged her dear pussey. I too had some fear on that score, as after all Miss Alice is only thirteen and perhaps too young to be buggered without injury. But in any case the girls had so fucked me out that a fresh cockstand was impossible. Yet Miss Alice is a wilful girl, as well you know, and will no doubt have her way.”
Mr William’s story delighted me and I was half minded to beg him to fuck me, but I was keen to hear the rest of his French story, and prevailed upon him to begin.
The Butler’s Tale, continued
Mr. Marchmont’s aim now turned to Henri. I had told you that we had paid the grandmother to turn a blind eye to our little games and so he could, no doubt, simply have seized the boy and had his way with him. And while he confessed to me he did find a certain stimulation in that idea, he decided it were as well to make the boy a willing participant in the sport. We put our heads together and I came up with an idea.
You remember, dear Beatrice, that Aurora had thought Henri attempted to peep on her and moreover had said how much she liked to bathe; so why not invite her to bathe in the much grander bath in this house? For there was a fine bushy tree just outside the bathroom window, and if I knew anything about a young boy just becoming aware of Cythera’s power, I knew Henri would scamper into its branches to see his sister about her ablutions. Of course, I did not tell Mr. Marchmont that my idea was partly inspired by Miss Alice who, as I know has told you, peeped into my pantry that day and had her first lesson in the delights of love. Though a lenient master, I am not sure he would take well to the knowledge I had so thoroughly inculcated his daughter into the ways of lubricity.
Aurora jumped at the chance to bathe, and I made sure that Henri overheard the plan. It did not take me long to heat a few large tubs of water and fill the bath, and as I was doing so I saw a disturbance in the tree outside the window. You may be sure I pretended not to notice it. I added some scented oils and a handful of flower petals and then the little girl dashed into the bathroom as I withdrew. She turned the lock and soon enough she was singing and splashing in the bath.
I apprised Mr. Marchmont of the situation. “Let us not spoil Henri’s pleasure just yet,” said he. “But give him time to enjoy his naked sister. Then we will surprise him in the act.”
After letting young Henri take some pleasure in seeing his sister undress and begin her bath, Mr. Marchmont walked into the garden and pretended to discover the naughty boy by chance. “Henri, what are you about?” said he. “Come down at once!”
Visibly shocked, Henri climbed down from the tree. Mr. Marchmont seized the girlish youth around the waist as he was nearly down, saying, “So, Master Henri, what have you been doing?” The boy knew he had been caught in a very improper proceeding, spying on his naked sister. He tried to stammer out an excuse but Mr. Marchmont would have none of it. “And shall I tell your grandmother of your behaviour, young man?” said he.
“Sir! Oh no, she would whip me and I would never be able to look Aurora in the eye again,” wailed the boy.
“Well then, let me think on it. I will do nothing for now but you must come alone to the house tomorrow, at midday, and I will tell you what I have decided to do.” Henri agreed to this and, still pale with fear, ran off.
“Now, William, Henri will soon be mine and what a delicious morsel he will be! My blood is up now, and Aurora must cool it for me.”
I accompanied him up to the bathroom and, using a blade, quietly unlocked the door from the outside (an easy butler’s trick, my dear.) Mr. Marchmont stepped into the bathroom, greatly to Aurora’s surprise.
“Oh sir, what are you about?” asked the alarmed little girl.
“I mean to share your bath with you, my dear” said he, rapidly removing his clothes. The sweet child blushed to see his hard pego emerge, and shrank back a little as he stepped into the bath.
“Come closer, dear Aurora,” said he, lifting the little girl into his lap, his noble tool poking up between their bellies. He drew her lips to his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. I could see her little tongue battling with his, the erotic emotions beginning to overwhelm her. Then he had her stand and applied his eager tongue to her virgin cunny, while gently tickling her little pink arsehole but not penetrating her there. She sighed and placed her hands atop his head to keep her balance. “Oh - oh - ohhh - here comes the lovely feeling!” she gasped as she spent ecstatically.
“Was that not a pleasure, dear girl?” said he. “But now you must make me spend.” He sat upon the side of the bath and Aurora, an increasingly willing accomplice to his debauchery, kneeled in the water in front of him, taking the glowing purple head of his enraged penis between her lovely lips. “Caress my balls dear,” he directed her. Being a child of just twelve years old, she could not fit much of his penis in her mouth, and so Mr. Marchmont stroked the lower portion of the shaft as she licked, kissed and sucked the head. “Little devil, you make me spend, open your mouth so that I may see my seed squirt out.” She did so and he fired his jets of pearly white sperm all over her lips, tongue and teeth. “Now swallow, little one, for it is most invigorating.” Again the wanton little girl obeyed, eagerly swallowing down every drop of his discharge.
“The taste is so strange” she said. “Does every man squirt like that?”
“Indeed so” was the reply, “but it is said each man’s juice tastes different. Why not see what Mr. William’s tastes like?”
I scarcely needed urging to step forward. Soon, her wet hands were eagerly unbuttoning my trousers to let my stiff cock out. “Oh, it is thinner than his,” said she, “and the tip a lighter colour.” Taking my weapon between her pearly teeth, she ran her tongue all over the head and applied both her dainty hands to the shaft.
“That’s it, my girl,” said Mr. Marchmont. “You are a fast learner and we shall make you quite the accomplished fucker between us.”
I reached my hand forward to cup her sweet childish breasts, revelling in the soft, white flesh. Stimulated beyond bearing by the little girl, the sperm boiled up from my penis, filling her mouth. The volume of liquid was too much for the poor dear and I squirted the last of my spendings all across her hands and face. Breathless, the girl licked her lips and worked the sperm on her hands into her bubbies.
I put my now softened tool back into my breeches while Mr. Marchmont sponged the girl’s face clean. He lifted her from the bath and, taking a towel, dried her. Then he began to dress her, a procedure he seemed to take great pleasure in, pressing her apparel to his nose before placing it on her.
“Now, my dear child, let us discuss your brother,” said he. “Do you know that he was spying on you as you as you bathed?”
“The bad boy!” said she (but with no true anger in her voice, for clearly she found the idea appealing). “I shall tell grandmamma and she will punish him.”
“No, my dear, we will punish him, how about that?” said my employer.
Aurora liked this idea, especially after Mr. Marchmont explained how he had set the trap. She agreed to come to the house a little before Henri’s appointment so that we could hide her behind a curtain and let her observe our obscene games. We then sent her back home, having extracted her promise not to breathe a word of our sport.
The little girl was as good as her word and betimes the next day was ensconced behind a floor-length drape in which I had cut a little peephole. Shortly after she was in place, Henri came in to face his punishment. He was morose and hung his head, fearful about what was to happen to him.
Mr. Marchmont was sitting on a sofa and I could see his cock already a little swollen in anticipation to the delights to come. Henri stood in front of him, awaiting his doom.
“Now, Master Henri, tell me what you were about yesterday. Do you think what you did was proper?” said he.
Henri spoke quietly, a tremble in his gentle, girlish voice. “It was very bad, kind sir, but I could not help myself. I do not know how it is but in the last few months when I observe Aurora I feel so strangely excited and when I think of her legs and bottom and oh her swelling chest….” He tailed off, blushing to have said such things. Yet the thought of his sister’s charms overcame his fear, for I could see a twitching in his breeches as his little cock began to come to life.
Mr. Marchmont observed this too, and placed his hand on the growing bulge. “You get hard here, is that is, my dear?” said he. Henri gasped and blushed even more deeply. “Oh sir, should you be doing that?”
“There is no shame in it, Henri, we are just boys together, are we not? See, the thought of your lovely sister has the same effect on me.” So saying, he unbuttoned himself and let forth his noble tool. Stiff and hard it sprang up.
Henri’s eyes opened wide to see the monster poking up. “How large it is!” said he.
“Let us compare them,” responded Mr. Marchmont, beginning to take down the young boy’s trousers. Henri was alarmed by this but Mr. Marchmont reprimanded him. “Shall I tell your grandmother of your outrageous behavior?” That was enough to quell the revolt and Henri said no more as Mr. Marchmont stripped him completely. Then he turned to boy round to let his sister enjoy every aspect of his nudity. Henri’s little penis was standing up stiff as Mr. Marchmont took it in his hand, gently stroking it. “Ah and some little hairs too, my dear! When did these come?”
“Just a few months ago sir. It was about the time that Aurora began to make me feel so feverish. How I wanted to caress her yesterday, to kiss and cuddle and play with her!” he replied.
Mr. Marchmont - “Ah, you would like to kiss her? Well, perhaps I would like to kiss you.” So saying he brought his mouth to Henri’s rosy lips. The boy was perfectly astonished but submitted to the attack, letting Mr. Marchmont thrust in his tongue and roll it about his mouth. “Now sit in my lap, dear boy,” he said, and Henri willingly did so, tipping his mouth up to Mr. Marchmont and kissing him with new passion.
“Oh sir, this is so naughty,” he said, overcome with passion and planting kisses across my employer’s hairy chest. Mr. Marchmont was rubbing his hands all over the boy’s milk-white skin, delicately caressing his little nipples and making him gasp. His bold pego seemed to grow even stiffer under this erotic onslaught. Soon enough his hand wandered down to Henri’s eager little cock. The boy moaned into the man’s mouth at this new sensation.
“Let us try a different position, my dear,” said the older man. “Turn round so your back is against my belly.” Henri gladly did so, so that now Mr. Marchmont’s cock was poking up between the boy’s thighs, pressed up hard against his stiff little penis and delicate, blue-veined balls. Of course his aim in this was to expose the boy in all his nakedness to his sister. What must her passion have been - her brother in the arms of my brawny employer, his hot and ready cock already smearing its moisture across the child’s belly, so wanton! The boy’s head was turned back so that he could continue to kiss and suck Mr. Marchmont’s tongue, and he moaned in the throes of passion.
“Now I must introduce you to a new pleasure,” said Mr. Marchmont. He bade the boy stand, and then went on his knees before him.
“What are you about?” asked the boy. Mr. Marchmont gave no reply but took the Henri’s bobbing penis in his mouth. Henri’s pleasure was evident at this new onslaught. His eyes sparkled and his breathing quickened. “Oh sir, sir, it is so good, dear sir” he moaned. And then he seemed to panic a little. “Oh, what is happening to me - am I dying?” Bidden by nature he began to thrust his sweet cocklet into Mr. Marchmont’s mouth as he gave down what was evidently his first tribute to love. Mr. Marchmont eagerly swallowed every drop of his virgin emission. Gasping in surprise and pleasure, Henri sat down on the floor, covered in a fine sweat.
“What was that? Something came out of me, but it did not feel like water,” said he.
Mr. Marchmont - “Dear boy, that was your first spend.”
Henri - “What is spending?”
Mr. Marchmont - “It is the stuff of life, dear boy, and all men do it. Would you like to see me spend?”
Henri nodded his assent, and Mr. Marchmont began on the next chapter of his erotic education. The older man sat back on the sofa and beckoned Henri to kneel between his legs. “Now, sweet boy, do to me as I did to you.” A flush of shame and excitement spread over the face of the thirteen-year-old boy as, for the first time in his life, he took a penis into his mouth. Mr. Marchmont sighed in pleasure and tousled the boy’s hair as he worked away, delighted to have secured himself a willing and unsullied catamite.
I too was a stiff as a post observing this delicious scene. But at a glance from my employer I knew he was ready to proceed to the next stage of the debauch that we had previously planned. As Henri was delightedly sucking the noble tool, I drew back the drape and led the little girl - excited and flushed with passion as she was - forward.
Henri, hearing movement in the room, took his mouth from Mr. Marchmont’s raging steed. You can imagine his shock to see his sister standing there. “And what is this you are doing, Henri!” said she. “Is this proper behaviour?”
The confused boy did not know what to say, surprized by his sister in such an indecent act. He began to weep for shame and fear that his behaviour would be uncovered. “It is a punishment for a bad deed,” he confessed.
Aurora - “And what deed is that, dear brother?”
Henri - “I cannot say - it is too shameful.”
Aurora - “Perhaps you were spying on your sister as she bathed?”
Henri - “But - but - how - ?”
Aurora - “Did we not trap you well, Henri?”
She explained the ruse, and how she knew he had been trying to peep on her before, how she had told Mr. Marchmont of this, and his little plan to trap him. The boy was perfectly flabbergasted at this.
“Did you enjoy looking on me then, Henri?” asked his sister. The boy admitted that he enjoyed it very much. “And would you like to look on me again, now?”
Henri gasped in surprise at this offer. “Oh - my sister - would you let me?” he said, his little prick regaining the stiffness it had lost in this colloquy. “I will, dear brother, as long as you keep the secret from grandmamma, and mama too. You must know that I have already had some lessons in love from these fine gentlemen, and they have more to teach us. Shall we begin?”
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Here Old Adam’s stentorian voice was heard, calling the horses to a halt. We had arrived in town, and perforce Mr. William’s enchanting story must come to an end for a while. His business was at the town hall, and while he attended to that I visited the museum, as Mrs. Marchmont had suggested. This would let me keep up the pretence that I had taken the journey for this worthy educational purpose alone, and not because I wanted to hear the tale of her husband’s depravities.
Mr. William instructed Old Adam to drive me round to the museum and wait outside until I was done, saying that it would not be proper for a young lady such as me to be abroad without any sort of guardian. For his part, he would walk to the museum when he had completed his duties. I will admit that I scanned the men’s clothing with great interest, and it seemed to me that the fashions from the time of the Prince Regent were a great deal more free, drawing attention to the shape of the body, than in our own era. If Mrs Marchmont indeed intended me to learn some moral lesson from this experience I doubt I drew the conclusion she sought, for it only confirmed my opinion that our era is one that denies our natural inclinations.
Having completed my tour of the museum I stepped back into the carriage to await Mr. William’s return. I reviewed the books there placed, among which were Le Chevalier de Maison-Rouge (but in French, so perhaps it was Mr. Marchmont’s), Antonina, Davenport Dunne and other titles I do not remember. But it was a slim novella that my eye fell on - Theresa Marchmont: or, the Maid of Honour. No doubt it had been selected for the coincidence of the name (or perhaps to inculcate a lesson about honour). It was a tale of romance in which Theresa is separated from her betrothed, Lord Hugh Percy, whereafter King Charles the Second tries to seduce her, as too his panderer the Duke of Buckingham.
Had I been the author, and not Mrs. Gore, you may be sure that I would have dispensed with all Theresa’s tiresome modesty and instead have her show the king and duke what proper fucking was. But still, the tale was pleasing enough in its way and I was quite surprized when the door opened and Mr. William stepped in, so lost had I been in the story. Laying the novella aside I gave Willie a fond hug and after he had rapped to tell Old Adam to set off, he settled down to continue his salacious narrative.
The Butler’s Tale, continued
Well now, Miss Beatrice, where had I left off? - ah, yes, young Henri surprized with a stiff cock between his lips and his sister ready to increase his erotic delights yet further.
When Aurora said, “Shall we begin?” I stepped up behind the little girl. My pego stiff in my breeches, I took the hem of her dress and began to slowly lift it. Henri’s eyes widened as I slowly revealed his sister’s charms - her legs, her almost unfledged cunny, her belly and then her growing breasts. His little pintle stood up straighter and Mr. Marchmont’s noble tool twitched at the new vision of loveliness. Lifting the dress over the girl’s head, leaving her quite nude, I too disrobed. I was as naked as her in a trice, my proud cock jutting out. The little girl kneeled and took my penis in her mouth, eagerly wetting the shaft with saliva and cupping my balls as with her tongue she laved the head. Henri observed in delight, his eyes sparkling with youthful lust.
“My dear,” said Mr. Marchmont to him, drawing the girlish youth’s attention to his ready cock, “show your sister you know how to caress a stiff prick waiting for his turn.”
Willingly, Henri went to work, keeping his eyes on his sister as he sucked the older man. He copied her movements, caressing Mr. Marchmont’s stones and handling his shaft with his soft white hands.
“That’s it, work well, my dear, tickle and lick him, ah - ah-r-re…you make me spend.” With that, his seed erupted from the shaft, filling the boy’s mouth. Just as his sister had upon her first experience of receiving love’s tribute in her mouth, he pulled his head back in surprise so that Mr. Marchmont’s hot seed began to spatter his face and chest. This erotic scene, and the little girl’s eager ministrations to my shaft bought me to spending point too, and with a veritable bellow of passion I directed my emission into her mouth, lips and teeth, her hair and over her little bubbies, topping her soft mounds with rivulets of pearly semen. Taking my hand from my softening shaft, I put a finger to Aurora’s chin and directed her gaze to her brother, as liberally coated in sperm as she was. “Aurora, give your brother a kiss” I instructed.
Still on her knees, she crawled to her brother. “Kiss me dear brother!” she said.
Henri needed no bidding twice and brought his lips to hers. Soon their lips and tongues were eagerly mingling and soft mews of pleasure came from each child, maddened by the erotic delights they were undergoing.
“Henri, kiss your sister’s bubbies,” instructed Mr. Marchmont. Henri gladly complied, and Aurora arched her neck in pleasure to feel his tongue first on one nipple and then the other. Henri licked up my spendings as Aurora began to massage the semen decorating his fair body into his skin. Her hand dropped down to his stiff little cock and delicate balls. Pink and stiff and hot as his pintle was, I could have devoured it myself. But I would secure that pleasure later, I knew, and so I watched in delight as Aurora placed a hand on her brother’s chest, indicating him to lie at full stretch on the carpet. Positioning herself between his legs, she brought her mouth down to his proud little penis, kissing its ruby head and licking her tongue round the rim. Then she engulfed the sweet morsel, which was just the right size for her mouth, cupping his balls as he did so.
Henri was almost delirious with joy at the maddening sensation. His hips twitched and jerked and his smooth bottom reared up as he discharged his seed into his sister’s mouth. Eagerly she swallowed every drop. Thereupon she fell forward across her brother, bringing her lips to his so that they could indulge in the most passionate kissing. Ah, to see the sweet siblings kiss and caress each other, it makes me stiff now.
“Let us have a little champagne to stimulate us for renewed combat,” declared Mr. Marchmont. Alice had already experienced the stimulating power of the beverage and urged Henri to sample its restorative powers. The champagne bought a flush to the face of the lovely siblings, each of whom visibly delighted in the nudity of the other.
“Now, my dears, you have had but a taste of the delights of love,” announced Mr. Marchmont. “And it is my declared purpose to introduce you to all the rites of Venus.”
Reaching out, he caressed Henri’s little cock with his fingers. Such is the power of youth that it had barely softened at all since he poured his seed into his sister’s mouth. “Do you know that this little plaything is meant to go inside your sister’s cunny?” said he.
The boy, surprized, shook his head. “Would it not hurt her?”
“There may be some little pain at first, but after that she will enjoy the greatest pleasure. Would you like to try it, my darlings?” said Mr. Marchmont. Henri of course was game for anything, and his sister no less lecherous. “Well, my little loves, now Mr. William and I will teach you this sport.”
He bade me sit to one end of the sofa, and then had Aurora lie full length on it, her head in my lap. Spreading her legs, he brought his mouth to her pussey to lave it well with saliva, ready for the experiment.
“William, you do the like for Henri,” said he. The boy was standing in front of me, and I leaned forward a little to take his penis into my mouth and moisten it well. It had been many years since I had sucked a cock, but you may be sure I had no foolish prejudice about it. Maybe one day, dear Beatrice, I will tell you of my own erotic adventures when I was a youth, and how one of the older boys initiated me into the ways of love.
I had quite the penchant to make the boy spend in my mouth, but as I knew his prick would want all its stiffness to make the attempt on his sister’s virgin cunny, I contented myself with just enough of a suck to prepare him for the charge.
“Now then, Henri, position yourself like so,” instructed Mr. Marchmont, placing the boy over his sister, his cock between her legs. “William, hold the dear girl’s cunny open” he told me, and I gently parted the lips of her waiting pussey. Mr. Marchmont, holding the boy’s eager penis between his fingers, brought its head against the outerworks. “Now, my love, push on and make your sister a woman!”
The boy, an eager pupil, began to push into his little sister. She sighed to feel her pussey entered for the first time and, prompted by nature, clasped her hands to his buttocks to pull him in. She let out a little yelp as he pushed his way through her virgin defences, but did not stop, guiding him on until he was fully sheathed.
“That’s the way!” declared Mr Marchmont. “Now, dear Henri, begin to move in and out of her. It will give you both the greatest delight.” The boy did so, and each lovely child gasped in pleasure at the new sensations. My own cock rose ever stiffer, poking up behind Aurora’s head in my lap. I reached forward to play with her bubbies as her brother worked away in her pussey. Mr. Marchmont gave him yet a new sensation, crouching behind him and licking his arsehole. The boy clearly enjoyed this new attack, as no doubt was the intention, for it would not be long before Mr. Marchmont would outrage the boy’s bottom and he wanted the lad to have only associations of pleasure with the narrower gate of paradise. I tousled his hair as he worked away over his eager sister.
Under the double onslaught Henri’s movements grew increasingly frantic, and such was eagerness that his thrusts rocked his sister’s head against my hard penis, providing the most delicious sensation.
“Dear Aurora, dear sister, yes, yes, here comes the lovely feeling” said the boy, giving one last shuddering heave as he shot his essence inside her. I too was at spending point and the movement of Aurora’s soft silky hair on my cock made me shoot; the sperm jetted forth, and still in the throes of passion Henri brought his mouth to the gushing flow. He gathered the pearly seed on his tongue and then leaned down to kiss his sister, letting the semen flow into her mouth. How their lips and teeth meshed, as between them they devoured my spendings!
***
“The very thought of it makes me rise, see!” said Willie, interrupting his salacious narrative. So saying, he opened his breeches to let free his pego, stiff and hot.
I went on my knees before him and began to lick and suck the delicious plaything, caressing the balls and trying to reach back to tickle his nether hole.
“My dear, that’s the way,” said the enraptured butler. “I shall spend almost directly, sweet Beatrice, for I was not able to have Lucy today.” And indeed it was just a few moments before I felt the noble shaft throb in my mouth as he delivered his libation of love.
I rose to give him a luscious kiss, saying as I did so, “Alice and I shall be your bedfellows tonight,” which quite made his cock twitch in anticipation. Sitting back down, I bade him continue his salacious tale.
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“Now you are a woman, my dear Aurora, and you, Henri, are a man,” said Mr. Marchmont to the delighted children. “And there are still more secrets for you to be initiated into. But let us rest a while, and clean ourselves before we renew our sports.”
I brought a pail of hot water and soap, and together Mr. Marchont and I cleaned the willing children. He tended to Henri, while I took Aurora. Gently I sponged her face and chest, paying much attention to her lovely little titties, before looking to her belly and wiping away the drying sperm there. But for her pussey I first used my tongue, licking up the remains of Henri’s sperm and enjoying the treat thoroughly. The dear girl wriggled and sighed under my ministrations and I could have outraged her then and there; but of course Mr. Marchmont had the right to give her a first experience of an adult penis.
“Let us stay naked,” commanded Mr. Marchmont. “William, I will stoke the fire so that we shall keep warm, and you may serve some refreshments.” I had prepared a plate of delicious sweetmeats to appeal to the children and they fell upon them ravenously. More fizz was poured as well, and a flush of stimulation bloomed on the face of each child as they sipped the intoxicating beverage. Mr. Marchmont had Henri on his knee and I had Alice, and as we ate and drank, we toyed with each other. Alice admired Mr. Marchmont’s noble cock, stiff in Henri’s curious hands and while I fed her dainties both from my fingers and lips.
“Very well,” declared Mr. Marchmont after we had somewhat replenished our energies, “Let us return to our little games. Aurora, my dear, it is time for a new lesson in love, for I mean to have you just as your brother did.”
A look of alarm appeared on the little girl’s face as she gazed on his noble tool. “It would never fit inside and I shall not let you!” she declared with a charming pout on her lips.
“Your brother has opened the way, dear,” replied he. “And I will soon make you so you cannot help yourself!” So saying he seized the little girl round the waist and took her to the sofa. Lying down, he began to gamahuche her, pausing to instruct Henri to give his cock to her mouth. For my part I knelt by the side of the sofa and began to caress her sweet youthful titties. Under this triple onslaught she was soon writhing in ecstasy. Mr. Marchmont seized the moment and brought his cock to her dear little quim. Moving Henri aside I began to stop her mouth with kisses so that she should not yell out, directing the boy to minister to her breasts.
Aurora felt the dreaded attack begin and tried to shrink away, but I held her fast as Mr. Marchmont thrust slowly into her. She began to whimper and moan and drum her little fists against me to let her up, but her desire to stop the proceedings only fired Mr. Marchmont’s passions the higher; Henri, too, seemed to take delight in seeing his sister handled so. With one great shove Mr. Marchmont was up to the root of his tool in Aurora’s tight little cunny. Her eyes dilated with the pain and a stifled scream escaped from her. Pausing his movements to let her pussey adjust to the monster distending her, Aurora’s pummelling fists slowed and her struggles quietened. There was still anger in her eyes but the action of her brother’s lips on her breasts and Mr. Marchmont’s finger on her clitoris soon transmuted that emotion in languishing desire. As her breathing began to quicken in passion, Mr. Marchmont proceeded to slowly thrust in and out of her. She responded in time to his movements, rapidly growing more heated and eager. I observed in delight as Mr. Marchmont’s rigid tool thrust in and out of her, the lips of her cunny clinging to the rod as if in tender embrace. Henri too was observing with great attention, kissing his sister’s belly as he observed her ravishment.
The tight loving grip of Aurora’s pussey about the noble penis soon brought matters to a crisis and with a gasp of pleasure Mr. Marchmont fired his seed into her, soothing her bruised parts with his emission. He shot the last few spurts of his copious spend over her belly, and then gently pushed Henri’s head towards the pearly sperm, telling him to clean her with his tongue. The over-excited little boy did not pause but gladly licked up the semen pooling in her belly button. The ministrations of Henri’s tongue tickled his sister, and tinkling peals of laughter escaped from her mouth.
“And you must clean me in turn,” Mr. Marchmont instructed the pliable youth, who just as eagerly took the pendent tool in his mouth and sucked it clean of the mingled juices of his sister and her ravager’s lovemaking. His little cock was as stiff as iron and I could not help myself. I took the little morsel in my mouth and licked, kissed and sucked it until he spent in my mouth with an exclamation of joy. I gladly swallowed his youthful emission, thrusting my tongue into his urethra to lick up every drop of his spend. Then I pulled him to me for a passionate kiss, letting him taste his semen on my tongue. Aurora sat up and joined in, so that three set of tongues and lips were entwined together.
Mr. Marchmont looked on approvingly. “Wonderful, is it not, William, two have two hot and willing children to fuck? Is there not something unbearably maddening about the little ones when they are just beginning to develop?”
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