The tale concluded, Willie and I quickened our pace so that our little group coalesced once more. As we came upon the western boundary of the grounds of the hall, Alice took me by the hand and whispered in my ear, “See that thick little copse, dear? That is where Willie made me a woman. How lovely it was to have his cock inside me for the first time, such a delicious plaything, how warmly it spouted in me!”
Soon thereafter we arrived back at the hall. After refreshments had been served Frederick suggested a swim, a proposal eagerly agreed to. I borrowed bathing clothes from Alice, having brought none with me to the hall. Despite the extended pleasures we had enjoyed at the picnic, as Alice and I stripped off in her room I felt a whisper of desire rise inside me, and the urge to take her in my arms for a frolic - a passion perhaps sparked by the salacious thought of Willie taking her maidenhead in the copse. But voices called us from below, and gaily we ran downstairs and outside to begin the fun. Mrs. Marchmont had also expressed a preference to swim, and Mr. Marchmont was present too, though only to watch the proceedings sitting in a lawn chair that Mr. William had brought out, along with a table and further refreshments. It was quite the family occasion and so an air of wholesomeness must needs be apparent. But under the surface it was a different matter as quick, delightful touches and caresses passed among Fred, Alice and myself.
But what delighted me more was to feel Mrs. Marchmont’s hand upon my bottom as we frolicked in the water. You will not doubt that I returned her caresses through apparently innocent and inadvertent touches. I even swam between her legs, making sure to press up against her cunny as I did so and bringing a sparkle of delight to her eyes.
Yet I was not as discreet as I had supposed, for when Alice and I were a little way apart from the other swimmers, she whispered to me, “Are you trying to seduce my mother, you hussy? Or have you had her already? You bad girl, and have you had my father also?”
I confess I felt a flush of shame on my face as Alice accused me of such improprieties with her parents - one actual, one only attempted - and in confusion I said to her, “You shall have no answer from me to your disgraceful speculations!” and swam away.
Though I feigned anger I was stimulated and so too was Alice, judging by the charming flush on her face. We swam and cavorted in the cool water until we were all exhausted and then returned to the hall, where William had set a fine roaring fire. We four sat in front of this and warmed ourselves well. My blood was up, but of course I could not satisfy my passions until the household had retired. Ah, how slowly the hours seemed to pass, tipping me into a fervour of anticipation!
But at last I was in my bedroom, waiting for Mr. Marchmont to finish his rounds. All grew quiet and soon after Alice was at my door. “Let us go to my brother,” said she, taking me by one hand and leading me to his room. In my other hand (which Alice had not noticed in the darkness) were the two dildoes I had taken from her mother.
Quietly we slipped into Frederick’s bedroom where there was just one lamp burning. Alice jumped straight into her brother’s arms for a loving kiss, allowing me to hide my little instruments under the bed unobserved until I should want them. I lit several more lamps so that we could better enjoy each other’s naked charms. Alice was still kissing her brother as I stepped forward to lift her night-gown up over her head so that she was naked before her brother.
“Now we shall fuck, dear Fred,” said she. “Ah, how my eyes have been opened to the joys of incest!” Fred was already caressing her sweet little bubbies as his tongue plunged between her lips, his prick standing up stiff and hard. “Dear sister, I can wait no longer,” said he, “Lie back that I may get in you.”
Alice did as instructed and in a trice her brother was inserting his cock in her loving cunny. I began to kiss her mouth and then her sweet small breasts. I whispered in her ear, “How do you like it, dear Alice? Is it not fine to be fucked by your brother?” The randy girl moaned as I spoke these obscene words to her. “Tell me you like it dear,” I said.
“Oh Beatrice, how can you ask when you know so well how it feels to have a cock in you? Yes, dearest, yes, indeed I like fucking my brother, I embrace incest.” Her rude words delighted me and once again I kissed her with the greatest ardour.
Fred was manfully thrusting in and out of his sister’s pussey and to increase his pleasure I moved behind him and began to play my tongue about his arsehole. This made him work with yet greater will. I wetted my finger in my mouth and slid it into him. The sensation of my finger invading his rectum made him spend directly, and I felt his tight arsehole contract and writhe about my finger as he shot his torrent of incestuous seed into his sister’s womb. She spent as he did, and thus brother and sister died away in mutual delight.
After letting Alice get her breath for a few moments, I lowered my head to her pussey to lick up her brother’s loving tribute from her cunny. Gamuhuching her lovingly, I stoked her passions higher and soon she sighed with another lovely spend. The tempting sight of my tongue and lips on Alice’s heated parts had stimulated Fred, and once again his cock stood stiff and ready.
“Fred, I want to see you fuck Beatrice,” said Alice. Nothing loth, I arranged myself dog-style on the bed, and Alice guided her brother’s cock to my willing pussey. I sighed in delight as his noble steed filled my longing cunny, and my passion was stoked higher when Alice added a finger into my bottom-hole.
“Come to the front Alice, that I may caress your cunny,” said I. Alice got herself on hands and knees in front of me, and I began to kiss and caress her pussey and little bottom-hole, to our mutual delight. I reached a hand under the bed to grasp one of the dildoes, and before Alice knew what I was about I had slid it into her pussey. “Oh! Beatrice! What are you doing to me?” she sighed.
“Hush, my dear, and enjoy the feeling,” I said. I continued to lave her bottom hole with my tongue while working the dildo in and out of her cunt. Then, to vary the fun, I withdrew the toy from her cunny and inserted it into her arsehole.
“Dear Beatrice, how rude you are to me!” said Alice. As my tongue worked about her cunny her movements became more frantic and soon she died away in a spend. Her delight set off my delight and I spent too; the contractions of my vagina about Frederick’s plunging staff set him off in turn and he shot his libation into me with a soft cry of pleasure. We all fell together in a heap, kissing and cuddling indiscriminately.
Alice examined the dildo I had used on her. “My dear, wherever did you get this?” she asked. “What a delight it would have been to have in school.”
I avoided a direct answer, and reached under the bed for the other delightful toy. “And how much better two would have been, my love,” I said, holding it to her lips and pushing gently. The girl opened her mouth to suck the instrument, a sight that most certainly delighted me, for its last home had been her own mother’s glorious cunt.
“Cover it well with spit, dear Alice,” I instructed. “For I mean to apply this fine fellow to your brother’s bottom-hole.” Alice’s eyes glittered at this wicked idea.
“Now, Fred, it stimulated me to see you with William’s noble cock in your mouth earlier, and now I want to see your bottom-hole penetrated. Assume the position and Alice will apply her clever tongue to prepare the way.” As soon said as done; Frederick turned upon his hands and knees and his randy sister began to lick his arsehole, laving it well with spittle. “Now, Alice, handle his cock as I make the attack,” I said. I applied the head of the dildo to Fred’s arsehole and pushed gently. He gasped as it began to enter him.
“Slowly, dear Beatrice, slowly,” he said. I waited a moment for him to get used to the intrusion, and directed Alice to work her fingers faster about his penis. “Push on now a little,” said Fred, his passion growing. I did just as he asked, sheathing the instrument well in his bowels. I began to move it in and out, both Alice and I watching in delight to see his sphincter cling to the delicate instrument. Fred could not last long under the onslaught and he spent in an ecstasy of delight, a perfect rush of sperm firing across Alice’s busy fingers and onto the bed sheets. Alice brought her hand to my mouth and I licked up the glowing drops of her brother’s seed, then kissing her to share the delicious treat. I withdrew the dildo from Fred’s bottom hole and offered it to his sister, and she gladly took it between her lips.
“Now, my dears, how was that for a romp?” said I. “Let us rest a while, and you shall repeat Lucy’s confession to me as you promised, Alice.”
“Very well, dear. I am a girl of my word and I will give you the tale just as Lucy gave it to Fred and me.”
The Maid’s Tale
As I said before, dear mistress, Tom began to pester me to play with him when I was about twelve years old. I had only just begun to develop and at that time I was innocent as a lamb.
I remember the day that he asked me to show him my growing bubbies. His request seemed most strange to me, but I did not know any better than to agree. My bubbies were small yet seemed to give him great delight.
“Dear Luce, turn up your clothes and let me have a peep at your little nook,” he said. Again I did as he asked and it seemed to excite him greatly. He then dropped his trousers and I was greatly astonished to see a fleshy thing between his legs, with a little sack at base with two objects in it like small eggs, as it seemed to me. Tom is four years older than me so he was well-furnished with hair. This too intrigued me, though I had no idea it would not be long until hair began to grow on my pussey too.
Tom might well have proceeded to take liberties with me then, but we were caught by our Ma. You may imagine her anger at this. She put me over her lap and spanked me most severely. My legs kicked and I screamed and cried but she showed no mercy. But for Tom the punishment was worse. My father, apprised of his behaviour, whipped him so dreadfully that he could not sit down for a week. My mother lectured me sternly that my conduct had been shameful and should not under any circumstances be repeated. At that time Tom and I still slept together, but now my mother rang the changes. She had a local workman construct a sturdy partition in our bedroom dividing the already small space into two yet smaller rooms.
But Tom, full of the energy of youth, was not long dissuaded. It was but a few weeks before he was once again pestering me to show him my bubbies and even toy with that thing between his legs. The memory of the dreadful spanking my mother had given me, however, always made me reject his requests.
My refusals did not much cool his ardour, and he was always trying to peek at me as I bathed or dressed. Furthermore (when he had made sure there was no likelihood of us being discovered) he would often take out his cock and rub it until white liquid shot out from it in a great arc. He often begged me to take his instrument in his mouth but I never would.
He did worse than this too, for often I would wake to find my discarded clothes soiled with a white crusty residue that had a strange and sour smell. Other times, my fresh clothes would be soiled in the same way - and sometimes damp and moist with a sticky substance - which I recognized as the same liquid that he loved to make fly from his penis. Why, on a few occasions I even woke to find my face and bedclothes soiled in the same way. I thought about telling Ma of his conduct, but I did love him after all and did not want to see him whipped again.
When I was about thirteen, the hair began to grow on my pussey. I was still quite the innocent then, and I ran to my mother in panic that something bad was happening to me. She sat me down and told me how it is between men and women. After that I better understood why Tom loved to expose himself to me, and why he did that nasty thing to my clothes.
However, my own youthful passions were beginning to assert themselves now and I began to feel it might be pleasant to play with Tom as he wanted. But still that fear of my mother stopped me from acting on my growing desires. I will confess, though, that sometimes after he had spent in front of me I would wait until he left and then dip a finger into the pearly liquid, wondering at its curious taste.
Tom had bored a little peephole in the diving wall soon after it had been constructed. I had seen it straight away (he was not a subtle boy) and had always made sure to put out the light before I changed clothes. Now, however, I began to take a delight in sometimes undressing with the lamp still alight. I always knew that he was observing me because not only would I hear the increasing pace of his breaths but also the sound of his hand upon his cock, rubbing it furiously. I fancied that sometimes I could even hear him spend against the wall, but perhaps that was just my imagination.
I had a growing inclination to give in to his requests and I probably would have let him have his way with me but for the fact that when I turned fourteen my parents put me out to service, and I came here. It was not many months after I had arrived here that Mr. William initiated me into the ways of love. The first time he had me was quite painful but once he had cleared the way I began to enjoy the pastime greatly - and indeed regretted that I had not begun earlier in the arms of Tom.
I have of course been back home several times in the last few years, but it so happened Tom was never there at the same time, for he too is out at service. However, my recent visit home coincided with his presence. Perhaps because I was no longer a child and he thought me too proper to accede, he did not ask me to lie with him as once he had. I saw that I must take matters into my own hands. And so when mother and father were absent I sat by him and said, “Tom, do you recall what you used to ask me so often?”
He looked uncomfortable, and maybe thought I was going to chastise him. “I was younger and more foolish then” said he.
“So you do not want to venture the request again?” I responded.
Ah, the look of shock and then delight that spread across his face. He dropped to his knees in front of me and said, “Dearest sister, can it be true? You will at last grant me my heart’s desire and lie with me?”
“Silly boy,” I laughed, leaning forward to kiss him. “Let us go upstairs.” The wall had now been taken down from the bedroom and our little single beds replaced with a larger one. Opening my arms, I invited my brother to me. He pressed his mouth over mine, his tongue invading my lips. His eager hands began to remove my clothing, revealing my bubbies to his delighted gaze.
“What a hurry you are in, dear Tom,” said I, as he cupped my breasts in his loving hands. He pushed me down on the bed and slipped off the rest of my garments so that I was now fully naked before him.
“Oh Luce, Luce, dear sister Lucy,” he breathed, almost as if charmed by a spell. Then he kneeled between my legs and began to gamahuche me most delightfully. His tongue between my legs soon worked me into a state of heightened passion, and I wanted his cock - his cock that he had so often exposed to me, had so often made to shoot its sperm in front of me, in my intimate apparel and even on me as I slept - to be finally inside me.
“Fuck me, dear Tom, fuck me,” I begged him. He stood and undressed all in a moment, and now the hard penis I had seen so many times as a child was before me. Sitting up to take the lovely instrument in my mouth I said, “This time he shall shoot inside me.” Opening my legs to him, he positioned himself well and ran his cock deep into my cunt in one smooth movement. “Oh my brother,” I breathed in delight, as he pressed his lips to mine and began to move in and out of me.
“Dear Luce, sweetest sister, how long I have wanted to fuck you, how I have desired you since you were just a little girl - my darling, oh, dear darling sister.” On and on he babbled until with a convulsive heave he began to spend, deluging my pussey with his excited sperm.
“There now, Tom, is that not better that squirting your seed into my clothes, my bed and even on me as I sleep?”
He blushed at this and said, “Dearest sister, I know it was wrong but I could not help myself. If I had not done that, why, I would have had to force myself on you. And it would be very wrong to rape my own sister.”
“Perhaps I should not have disliked it as much as all that, dear Tom, for I now regret we did not begin this delightful sport that day when Ma caught us. But let us make up for lost time now.”
So saying, I took his pendent cock in my mouth and began to suck him back to stiffness. It was my intention to have him once more in my pussey but the sensation of his fine pego in my mouth was too delightful. I kissed and sucked and frigged him until a torrent of balmy sperm shot from him, deluging my mouth so that I only just managed to swallow it all down.
Tom, as you can imagine, was delighted at this. “Luce, how nicely you sucked my cock. How many times I have dreamed of it! And how many times have I dreamed of your dear sweet cunny.” So saying he dropped his head between my legs and began to gamahuche me once more.
“How hairy your lovely cunt has grown since -” he began. I finished the sentence for him - “Since you used to peep on me through the wall, yes, dear brother?”
“But how did you know?”
I laughed at this. “You made so much noise handling yourself, how could I not know? I did not like it so well at first and that is why I put out the light. But my feelings changed and I began to take pleasure in displaying myself before you. Ah, Tom, silly boy, you should have known that you could have taken me then, with just a little pushing, hardly any force at all.”
This salacious detail made his cock swell a little. “Dear brother, do you think you might have one more turn in you?” I asked.
“Suck me a little, sweet sister, and then I will surely fuck you,” he replied. So I did just as he asked, bringing him to a fine stand with my mouth. Then I rode a glorious St. George on him until he once more filled me with fraternal sperm.
“Now, dear brother, let us rest a little and then clean up the rumpled bed and our selves as well, for Ma and Pa may be home soon and just think what they would say did they catch us in bed together.”
Our parents did indeed arrive home soon after, to find me at my needlework and Tom reading an improving book. It was the very picture of domestic contentment. How they would have been shocked to know I had been sucking his cock and swallowing his seed just a little while before and that he had fucked me twice!
I have no doubt my parents had never forgotten that unfortunate episode all those years ago, but I also have no doubt they put it down to the mere curiosity of children, rather than the start of a grand passion on Tom’s part, for they saw nothing wrong in having us share the same bed now. We were, in their eyes, responsible adults and modesty could easily be maintained by having us change into our night-wear in a separate room.
But I have to tell you, alas, that despite these promising arrangements we were not able to make as free with each other as we hoped. The bed was by no means new and as we had discovered that afternoon, it squeaked and rattled at any movement of its occupant but the gentlest; had we fucked our parents surely should have known just what the noise indicated.
Of course this did not stop cuddles and caresses, and so that night after we had modestly prepared for bed and bid good-night to Ma and Pa, we made sure the bedroom door was firmly latched and then stripped naked to enjoy each other’s nudity. We kissed each other all over with both passion and tenderness before Tom sat on the edge of the bed and I, on my knees before him, took his eager cock in my mouth, using my loving lips and tongue to bring him to a spend, eagerly drinking down every drop of his gushing semen. I then lay on the bed and he gamahuched me to a fine spend, though I had to stuff the corner of the blanket in my mouth to stop crying out in pleasure. After that we got under the covers, remaining undressed so that we could delight in each other’s naked body.
As our fingers roved across each other’s charms, our passions began to kindle again. But we could not dare satisfy them. Ah, it was such sweet agony! Tom’s finger toyed and caressed my pussey while I took his swelling shaft in my hand, but we dared not indulge our passions to the full.
“Why, Luce, you are so randy,” said Tom to me, quietly, “and you fuck so splendidly! Tell me, dearest girl, who taught you this?”
I felt there need not be any secrets between us, and so I began an account of my adventures since coming to the hall, a tale that you will not be surprized to hear took me several nights to complete. That first night I told him how Mr. William seduced me well before my fifteenth birthday and had fucked me regularly ever since. Tom was most stimulated by my tale, and when I told him how Mr. William also liked to fuck me in the bottom his prick twitched and he whispered to me, “Would you let me fuck your bottom, dearest sister?”
“Tom, you may do all that you like with me,” I told him, kissing him sweetly and giving his cock a loving squeeze. “And I will trust to your ingenuity to find a way for us to enjoy each other freely, safe from discovery.”
“Let us sleep now, dear Luce, and perhaps the answer will come to me in my dreams, for one dream has already come true for me today,” he said.
I woke first the next morning, Tom still fast asleep but his pego was hard as iron. As Mr. William had explained to me, the pressure of water on the bladder can often occasion such an erection. I crept down under the blankets and took him in my mouth. He soon woke under the action of my tongue and lips, and began to run his fingers lovingly through my hair, whispering my name until with a muted sigh of delight his balls jerked and he emitted a jet of semen into my mouth. “There, dear boy, I thought that would wake you well,” said I, getting out of bed. His sparkling eyes roved over my naked body as I picked up my discarded night-clothes and donned them once more, to convince my parents I had spent night most properly should they see me going to the other room to dress for the day.
When Tom came down - more than an hour later, the lazy boy! - he greeted me with a chaste kiss, just as a brother ought. With our parents in the room, our conversation remained chaste and wholesome. Ah, but when they were out of the room we took the opportunity to kiss and caress each other. I even gave Tom’s lovely cock (in a permanent state of hardness, it seemed) a suck and was almost caught, hearing Ma’s steps in the corridor.
Tom announced he had some errands to run and left the house for a short while, to return with a jaunty pace and a gleam in his eye. He soon let me know that he had come to an arrangement for our privacy, having a friend nearby who agreed to let us use his room. And so as soon as was decent we announced to our parents our intention to take a stroll about town, making our way in some haste to the rendezvous. Tom’s friend let us in and I confess I blushed deeply, for he knew us to be brother and sister and he knew our intention.
“Well, Tom,” said he, “You are a lucky fellow, do fuck the hussy well!” Giving my bottom a most familiar squeeze, he concluded, “I will step out and leave you to your pleasures.”
The door was hardly closed before I was in Tom’s arms, kissing him and eagerly freeing his excited pego from his breeches. Dropping to my knees I began to suck him with gusto. “Dear Luce, you will make me shoot in your mouth,” said Tom. “But let us go upstairs, for I want to see you naked.” Hand in hand we went to the bedroom. My brother lovingly undressed me, saying as he did so, “Oh, Luce, sweet Luce, how beautiful you are and oh, your lovely bubbies, I must kiss them.” Soon he had me in a perfect state of nature. Pushing me back on the bed he opened my legs and applied his tongue to my cunny. I writhed in the greatest joy as he caressed me in the most intimate fashion.
“Dear brother, turn about on me so that I may suck you,” said I. Willingly he reversed himself upon me and I took his pego between my teeth. I handled his balls and even tickled his bottom-hole, which was a delight and a surprise to him. In our after-conversation I learned he had only managed to fuck one other girl before, and she had some very strict ideas about the sport, insisting that there was but one way to do it and the lights must be doused.
It was not long before Tom emitted a glorious spend, quite filling my mouth with sperm. I spent also, and he eagerly licked up the emission.
***
Here I stopped Alice’s re-telling of Lucy’s story. “Dear Alice, you have quite excited me, let me see you and Fred play as Lucy and Tom did.”
Alice, willing as always for any frolic, looked to Fred; he took her in his arms for a luscious kiss. I gave his cock a suck to bring him to full stiffness, then arranged the brother and sister reversed upon each other. Fred’s tongue was soon about his sister’s pussey, and he ran a finger into her willing bottom-hole. For her part, she took his excited penis between her lips, with her fingers playing about the shaft and his balls. I watched the incestuous coupling with delight, revelling in the sight of Fred’s stiff cock plunging into his sister’s mouth. I took up the slender dildo once more and attacked Fred’s bottom-hole with it. As it slid into his rectum, he moaned and began to spend. I observed the thick spurts of creamy semen filling his sister’s mouth, a sight that almost made me spend myself. Alice swallowed her brother’s copious emission and then writhed in pleasure as she spent herself.
“Thank you for that lovely display, my dears,” said I. “Now, Alice, do you continue with your tale.”
“Very well,” said Alice. “Then I must tell you that at this point in Lucy’s retelling of her story, she turned to me with a blush.”
“Dear little mistress,” said she to me, “I must make a confession. As Tom took me in his arms, and begged me to tell him another erotic tale of my service here at the hall. Oh, mistress, will you think me very bad that I told him of that first night you called me into your bed?”
“Lucy, you are a bad girl to tell tales, and I shall have to birch you for it later. But I forgive you, dear, for I too might say anything in the arms of my beloved brother.”
[b]The Maid’s Tale, continued[/]
Well, Tom, dear brother, as I told you last night, Mr. William loves to fuck me in his pantry. Sometimes we have to be quite hurried lest we are discovered by one of the other servants but I can not help taking the risk, for he uses his cock so well.
But then it seemed our intimate sessions would have to cease, for Mrs. Marchmont told me I would no longer help Mr. William but would instead be maid to her daughter, Alice. I was quite in the sulks at this and I blamed Mary, Alice’s former maid, who had always been suspicious that I had a liaison with the butler. I was sure she had engineered the change so that I could no longer enjoy his charms.
Yet I was wrong, dear brother, as you are about to hear.
I had a bed in a small room next to Alice’s room. About half-an-hour after I had tucked myself up, wondering how I would be able to enjoy a romp with William, I heard my little mistress calling to me.
“What may I do for you, Miss Alice?” I said to her. “It is a damp and chilly night, perhaps you are cold?”
Alice said she was indeed cold and asked me to get in bed with her to warm her. Of course I obeyed, getting in beside the little girl. She wrapped her arms round me and, dear brother, stimulated as I was by thoughts of Mr. William, I will tell you that I felt a little quiver of pleasure to feel another’s arms around me. However, as Alice was just a little girl, not even twelve years old at this time, I tried to dismiss my erotic feelings.
Alice then asked me to kiss her, and of course I assumed she meant a kiss such we girls would give an acquaintance. I moved my lips close to her cheek and was perfectly flabbergasted when she put her lips on mine and I felt her little tongue pushing into my mouth! Then I felt her hands about my nightdress, caressing my breasts. “What large titties you have, Lucy. Open your nightdress, so I can lay my face against them,” she said to me.
Dear Tom, my sensual feelings proved too much for me, and I began to return little Alice’s kisses with warmth. I had never kissed a girl before, yet here I was taking liberties with a pretty child. Ah, how her hands wandered about my body! She began to kiss and caress my bubbies, licking each nipple in turn and making me sigh in passion. Where had this little girl learned such tricks, I wondered? My little mistress then began to kiss my belly and caress my bottom. Then her hands began to play about the hair on my pussey. “Oh, Lucy!” said she. “What is this hair at the bottom of your belly? Why, I have none at all. I thought only boys had hair down there!”
I wondered when the little girl had seen a naked man, and soon I would have the secret, as you shall hear. I told her that all girls grew hair there, and hers would come in a year or two.
“Let me explore you there,” said she. I lay back in amazement as my wanton little mistress placed her head between my legs and began to investigate my pussey with her fingers.
“Dear mistress, how good it feels when you touch me there,” I sighed.
If I had been flabbergasted before, what she said next amazed me even more. “Does Mr. William touch you as nicely as I do?”
“Miss Alice!” I said, scared now, “why ever would you think I would let him touch me there?”
She then confessed to me that she observed Mr. William and I often locked ourselves in his pantry, and that she had made a peephole to spy on us! I was horrified, for if she told her mother I would be dismissed from service.
“Dear Lucy, don’t be scared,” said Alice. “For I must tell you I asked my mother to make you my maid so you should not be jealous of the secret between me and Mr. William.”
Surely the little girl could not mean what she seemed to be saying, for she was not even twelve years of age. “Alice! Do you mean to say William has been such a monster as to ruin you? Oh, I shall kill him indeed!”
“Lucy, Lucy, hush or you will be overheard,” said my mistress. “No, he has not had me like he has had you, but he has indeed played with me.”
“What can you mean, dear mistress? You are a little girl yet, surely you cannot understand how adults play?”
“Ah, Lucy, I know more than you think,” said she. And, dear brother, let me repeat the tale she told me, for it will surely excite me.
Alice told me that after she had seen the great delight Mr. William had given me, she wanted to taste the same pleasure. She asked William to take her for a row, but as they sat in the boat, why, the devious little lady feigned a head-ache and laid her head in William’s lap. Of course, Tom, her aim was to feel the thing in his breeches she had so enjoyed seeing through her peephole. Ah, I see your lovely cock rises now, dear brother, and you can be sure the butler’s did too as Alice rubbed her hand over his trousers. She unbuttoned him, much to his surprise, and took his penis into her mouth. Well, Mr. William, speechless and rapturous at his little mistress’s provocations, soon spent all over her hands and face.
“How lovely the warm fluid felt on my skin,” Alice told me. “I raised my hand to my lips and tasted some, as William, in something of a panic, began to clean up my face with a handkerchief.” Alice explained how she begged the butler to be calm, for she had found the experience delightful. “And then,” said Alice to me, “I demanded that he kiss my little cunny just as he kissed yours, dear Lucy. As you may imagine he could not resist the temptation, telling me how he loved my hairless little pussey, how sweet and fresh it tasted.”
Alice then explained how she plotted with the butler to make me her femme de chambre so that we could all keep the compact. “And, my Lucy, I mean for William to put his thing in me just like he does to you.”
I warned her that his big penis would split her little cunny in two, but my mistress is a wilful girl and insisted she would make the butler fuck her. So it later proved, dear brother, but she was only able to fuck him once before he had to accompany Mr. Marchmont to the continent. What a shame! I should have liked to see my little mistress in the arms of my butler, his fine cock penetrating the dear child.
Having told me this salacious story, Alice brought her lips to mine and kissed me with the greatest passion. “Now, dear Lucy, let us explore all the pleasures one girl may have with another,” she said.
My blood up, I returned her kisses, sucking her tongue and lips before kissing her sweet little bubbies and then her little hairless cunny. Ah, it was such a sweet jewel! I licked her little bottom hole too, revelling in her youthful charms.
“Oh, I must taste you dear Lucy,” said she, reversing herself upon me so that I felt her lips about my most intimate parts. It was so overwhelming, dear brother, to have this hot and lecherous little girl taking every liberty with my person. How we kissed and sucked and tickled each other, enjoying spend after spend!
My story of how Alice seduced the butler and then me had greatly excited Tom. He was rampageous again and ready to fuck.
“Dear sister,” said he, “You told me William had fucked you in the bottom-hole. Might I do the same to you?”
I had quite the penchant for it, so I turned up on hands and knees, wiggling my bottom at him. “Wet it well with spittle,” I instructed him, and he lovingly did so before beginning to penetrate me. Ah, the feeling of my brother’s cock invading my anus - so delicious! Soon he was fully inserted into my bowels, taking a great delight in buggering me. It was not long until his seed shot into my very entrails, setting off my own spend.
I was not satisfied, however, and sucked his cock back to life, demanding he fuck me once again. Willingly he plunged his cock in my pussey, kissing me hard as he did so. I changed our positions so that he could take me dog-style; then I rode a St. George on him until with a cry of delight he once again filled my pussey with incestuous sperm.
Our passions satisfied for the while we dressed, slipped out of the house, returning home to our parents none the wiser about what we had been doing. That night we again caressed each other and I once more sucked him until he spent in my mouth; but the next day he had to return to his employer and that was the end of our fun.
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“Do you know,” said Alice, having concluded her retelling of Lucy’s erotic adventures, “I have it in mind to suggest Lucy write to her brother and advise he seek employment here. Then he could enjoy his sister whenever he wanted, and when I was home I would have a lover to replace Mr. William when he is abroad.”
“How delicious it should be to have another willing man to join the fun,” said I. “But now it is my turn to be fucked. Fred, I see you are stiff once more, and you shall pleasure me.” Dear Fred fucked me well indeed, his sister kissing my mouth and bubbies as he worked away. Soon he reached the height of passion and shot his seed all over my belly. Alice eagerly licked up his spendings and after we had all shared a long, lingering mutual kiss, she and I returned to our respective bedrooms.
The next day was to be my last in the house, for my guardians had requested to see me. Alice and Fred would stay a while longer and I would next see Alice back at school.
Mr. Marchmont announced he would take a ride in the country, and Fred chose to join him. Fred looked most handsome in his riding gear, and I felt a murmur of desire in my blood. I looked forward to a final grand orgy with him and his sister that night. But my plans were set astray, for Fred took a tumble from his mount and came back with a broken ankle. The doctor was called and put a cast upon the young man, who bore the pain bravely.
Mrs. Marchmont set one of the male servants to sleep outside Fred’s door that night lest he need assistance with dressing, the chamber pot and so on (jobs she deemed not fitting for a female servant). Alas! There was no way for us to meet.
After the household had retired I knocked on the door between my room and Alice’s. “Dear Alice,” I whispered. “We cannot enjoy Fred tonight, but we can at least console each other. Come and embrace me, dear!” In a moment she was at my door and in my bed. Tenderly we wrapped arms around each other, kissing sweetly and beginning to stroke one another’s body. I slipped off Alice’s nightgown and let it fall to the floor, bringing my mouth to her nipples, already stiff with desire.
Her finger played about my pussey and she whispered to me, “Beatrice, where did you hide your little toys? I wish to use them on you.” I took the wicked instruments from their hiding place and handed one to Alice. After licking both it and my pussey she slid it into me, gently moving it back and forth. I bade her bring her cunny over my mouth so that I might use the other toy on her. Just as I had pushed it in to her sweet little cunt, however, I heard soft footsteps in the hall outside. Knowing it could not be Frederick I quickly doused the lamp, for if the unknown person saw light coming from my room so late at night they might look in, fearing something amiss.
Imagine my shock, dear Walter, when I heard the door begin to open. With a gasp of dismay, Alice jumped off me and hid herself under the bed. The door opened further, the interloper stepped in, and shut the door.
You will understand how shocked I was when I heard Mrs. Marchmont’s voice - “Dear Beatrice, do not be scared, it is only me, Frances. You are leaving tomorrow, my dear, and I could not resist coming to caress you once more.” She found her way to the bed in the darkness and sat down beside me. “And you must return what you borrowed from me, little one, for you cannot take such things back to school.”
I was in quite the panic as Frances said, “Come to my arms, dear Beatrice.” I accepted her embrace and she began to kiss me, her tongue sliding between my lips. “Dear Beatrice, why do you tremble?” said she. “Raise your arms that I might take off your nightgown.” I did so and she applied her lips to my little bubbies. “How fine and delicate your little breasts are, sweet Beatrice,” she murmured. “It is a delight to caress you before they are fully grown.”
After thrusting her tongue once more in my mouth, Frances said, “Sit on the edge of the bed and I will kneel and caress your dear pussey with my tongue.” But kneeling on the floor brought her folded legs somewhat under the bed, where they abutted Alice. “What!” said Frances, surprise in her voice. “You have someone here!”
By now I had had a moment to come somewhat to my senses. “Dear Frances, forgive me,” I said in a quiet voice. “But earlier today as I was walking in the grounds I daydreamed about how you caressed me so lovingly. I became so excited that I found a secluded spot and began to play with my little pussey. The daughter of one of your maids found me and one thing led to another and we began to explore each other’s bodies. But she grew afraid she would be missed so I prevailed upon her to creep to my room once everyone had gone to bed.”
Alice, I knew, would hear my words and would have the wit to play along. Crawling out from under the bed she began to speak in a voice that, did I not know better, I would have sworn was a stranger’s. “Mam, forgive me, do not beat me.”
“And what is your name, girl, whose daughter are you?”
“Oh, Mam, do not make me tell you my name, for if you knew who I was I would not be able to look upon you without blushing.”
“My girl, you know that I could have you punished for this, soundly spanked, and then your mother would have to be dismissed?”
“I do, Mam, and I beg for your mercy,” said Alice, playing along.
“I will grant mercy, on one condition.”
“Anything, dear Mam.”
“You must stay and join our frolic.”
“Mam! I cannot, I dare not,” said Alice.
“I shall light the lamp directly” was the reply.
This, of course, put Alice in a quandary. She could not risk having her mother realize that she was in fact talking to her own daughter, and not the child of one of the staff. But nor could she leave. There was only one solution. “Very well, I shall stay.”
You may well imagine, Walter, that this colloquy greatly fired my passions. I am never behindhand when it comes to satisfying my erotic whims, and so I spoke up. “Dear Frances, I want to gaze on your beauties but I do not want to upset my little friend here. So I propose to blindfold you and put on the light. Then we may do as we like to you, and you will not know who is attacking you or when.”
“The idea indeed is stimulating,” said Frances. Telling Alice to dart back under the bed, I lit the lamp and reached for my discarded stockings, tying one then the other around Frances’ eyes to make sure she should not be able to see.
“Now, I shall be mistress of the revel,” said I. “We shall call my little friend here Pearl. Pearl, I shall give Mrs. Marchmont a kiss and then you shall follow my example.”
“Let us discard formality as we discard our clothes - you are to call me Frances,” said she. Alice, meanwhile, glared at me with flashing anger in her eyes as I made my order. But she was fearful of discovery and so she had no choice but to comply. I straddled over Frances’ chest and lowered my mouth to hers, at first just breathing lightly on her so she could feel my approach. She opened her mouth, waiting for the kiss, but I teazed her a little, making her wait.
“Kiss me, Beatrice, kiss me!” she begged. I brought my lips to hers, our tongues interlocking in sweet passion. She still wore her nightdress and I enjoyed the feel of her large and full bubbies pressing into my bottom. I wriggled delightedly on her, feeling her nipples stiffen against me.
“Now, dear Pearl, kiss our lovely mistress,” I told Alice. Frances held out her arms and, all a-tremble, the girl approached her unknowing mother. Slowly the two mouths came together, Frances’ tongue eagerly exploring the little girl’s, and her hands roving most searchingly all about her slender body. The loving caresses soon sparked Alice’s passion and she began to respond, kissing her mother with growing ardour. Frances’ hands went to the girl’s head, pressing her closer. “Ah, little Pearl, dear Pearl, how lovely your tongue is in my mouth, let me caress you. Why, and how sweetly you smell, my dear, you are quite fragrantly perfumed.”
“Sit up, dear Frances, that I may slip off your nightgown,” I said. The lovely woman did so and in a moment was fully exposed to my delighted gaze. Alice, too, seemed charmed by the sight of her mother’s full breasts.
After giving Alice a passionate kiss, I began to lick and suck one of Frances’ nipples while Alice caressed the other. As we covered her bubbies in our saliva our tongues continued to collide and caress. I began to kiss my way down her belly towards her pussey, revelling once again in the fine black forest she had about her mount. Diving between the vermillion lips, engorged in excitement, I sucked and nibbled her lovely clitoris.
“Dear Pearl, join me,” I instructed. Alice, all a-tremble, now moved towards her mother’s most intimate parts, to the very place she had come from. I could see there was still some reluctance in her regarding the act she was about to commit, but I was determined she should indulge in every liberty, no matter how improper, with her mother.
Moving aside, I pushed Alice’s mouth to her mother’s cunt. The little girl accepted her perverse fate and began to caress the maternal fount with her tongue and lips. Mother and daughter together, how it excited me! I was aflame and so I moved up the bed to plant to plant my cunny squarely over Frances’ mouth. She worked her eager tongue about my heated parts and I moaned in pleasure.
“Quieter, dear Beatrice,” said she. “You will wake Alice, and what would she think to hear such noises? What if she came in and saw this most indecorous display?” At these words, Alice gave a sharp pinch to my bottom, no doubt to tell me I was a very wicked little girl.
Soon Frances’ dear tongue brought me to a delicious spend, and she eagerly licked up every drop of my emission. Giving her a passionate kiss I said, “And now you must do the same for dear Pearl, while I replace her at your sweet and ready cunt.”
Alice, now overwhelmed by her passions, settled herself upon her mother’s mouth, facing towards me so that she could also caress Frances’ delightful bubbies. “How lovely your cunny tastes,” whispered Frances. “You have more hair about you than Beatrice, dear. One day you will be as hairy as me. Oh! And I must lick your lovely little bottom-hole too.”
Soon Alice shuddered and sighed. “Oh, how lovely, I spend, I spend,” she said.
“Dearest girls, now we have taken the edge from our passions, let us play in another way. Beatrice, where have you hidden my dildoes?”
Here Alice gave me a sharp look as if to say she now saw what my little game had been, using the playful instruments on her and her brother.
“I shall use one on Pearl’s little pussey, while you, Beatrice, use the other on me.” This we did, Alice sighing in delight as her mother, still oblivious to the true identify of her little partner, slid the dildo into her. “Sweet girl, if only you told me your name we could play more often,” said Frances. “Oh, mam, I could not, I dare not,” said she.
As Frances, still blindfolded (for I had checked several times that the binds had not loosened) used the godemiche on Alice, she also began to suck and toy with the girl’s breasts. “Ah, such lovely little bubbies” said she. As Frances caressed Alice, I slid the other dildo into her eager pussey, running my tongue into her bottom-hole at the same time. She intensified the actions of her mouth about her Alice’s cunny and soon mother and daughter died away in delight.
“Let us cuddle and kiss awhile, my dears,” said Frances. Soon we were a tangled mass, fingers caressing cunt, bosom, and every charm they could tickle or handle. Frances brought me to another spend with her fingers while Alice lapped at her cunny with no trace of reluctance, her only passion to give her mother the same pleasure.
As we lay together, Frances once more caressed Alice. “My daughter Alice’s bubbies are about of this size, to judge by her developing form,” she said. “I often wonder if she has started to feel erotic desires. I know that Master Frederick has, for the maids tell me they often find his sheets stained with sperm, and indeed I have on several occasions inspected the sheets myself. You were very wicked to seduce Beatrice, dear Pearl - or let her seduce you - but the die is cast, after all. Maybe you could seduce Fred, sweet girl, it would be a fine thing to see him work upon you!”
“Mam!” said Alice in feigned shock, “Do you think I would let Mister Frederick ruin me? O, how could I ever find a husband then?”
“Dear darling girl, if I can work out your real identity you may be sure I will engineer it,” said Frances, giving Alice a luscious, lingering kiss. Seeing mother embrace daughter in such a forbidden fashion so stimulated me that I was ready for another frolic, but Frances drew the proceedings to a close. “I will depart, my girls. You may play together a little longer but be good little dears and do not linger too long, for Beatrice has a long journey tomorrow and you, little Pearl, may be missed.” So saying, she bid me pass her nightgown to her and slipped it over her head. “I shall keep my word, Pearl, but be sure I shall be looking at all the children on the estate to see if I can recognize you, sweet darling.” Putting out the light she bid me remove the blindfold and she slipped out of the room.
“Lady Beatrice!” said Alice, feigning anger. “So you seduced my mother, did you? And when did this abominable act take place, pray tell?”
I related to Alice what had taken place after her mother called me to her rooms, and I could see the erotic effect this had on her - particularly when I described my delight at using the dildoes on her and her brother that I had also used on her mother. But still she assumed an aspect of outrage. “And so you thought I should behave in the same disgraceful fashion? Why, my mother is so spoony on you that if you had begged her to let ‘Pearl’ leave the room at once, she would have!”
I owned that the thought of seeing mother and daughter together had excited me greatly, and I would have tried any ruse to make it happen. “Dear Alice, did you not enjoy it?”
“To insult my modesty so!” she exclaimed. “Why we are back at school I shall whip you well for this, my girl!” said she - wrapping her arms around me and giving me a loving kiss all the same. “But as you are leaving tomorrow, let us embrace each other one last time, and we shall return to this topic anon.”
Twined in each other’s arms we kissed lovingly, before reversing ourselves upon each other for a mutual gamahuche (postillioning each other as we did so), dying away in a last glorious spend. With one last lingering kiss Alice returned to her room and I fell into the deep sleep that only comes when one has been thoroughly sated with the rites of Venus.
Up betimes the next day, I packed for my journey. Mrs. Marchmont (for I could only think of her as ‘Frances’ when we were dishabille) rode with me in the carriage to the rail station and Alice announced she would come too. “You devil, you want one final frolic with my mother” said she. “But I will put a stop to that, and leave you frustrated!”
Mrs. Marchmont did indeed show a moment of displeasure at hearing Alice’s plan, but of course she supposed it natural that her daughter would want to see her friend to the station. How could Mrs Marchmont know, as we rode in the carriage, that she was sitting with both her lovers from last night? The erotic tension I felt was maddening, but there was no way to relieve it. No more could I find some sturdy fellow to fuck me on the train (for what man could resist the advances of a pretty thirteen-year-old girl like I was at that time? - ah, I sigh for my lost youth!) since my guardians had sent a chaperone to meet me at the station and accompany me to them.
I shall not bore you with my time with my guardians; they were good to me, but as rather narrow-minded people, such pleasures at they arranged were staid indeed. You can well imagine, dear Walter, that I was in a ferment to be back at school and once more in the arms of my dear Alice.
The Easter holidays passed and I returned to school; you many imagine how keenly I waited for the day to end so that we could be tucked up in bed together. Alice, first, demanded we strip and examine ourselves in front of the cheval glass.
“Let us see how your little curls have grown from all our games at the hall,” said she. She could not resist going down on her knees before me and giving my cunny a most delicious suck, and I pressed her head between my legs in delight. I spent very soon, and my little lover observed, “Ah, I think this little treasure has not seen much attention of late.” I admitted she had it right, but that now I was in her arms all was well.
“You may think so, Beatrice, but you forget I owe you a spanking,” said she. “However, that is not my fancy right now and instead you shall hear of what passed at the hall after you left.”
