Alice’s Tale
Without you, my dear Beatrice, and with Fred hors d’combat, you may well imagine how I chafed at the enforced restrictions upon me. Of course my thoughts often turned towards that night with Mama, and I even imagined going to her room at night, when she had put the light out, in the role of Pearl. But I felt the risk of being uncovered was too great - and what would my mother feel to learn she had lain with her daughter? I could see no way to enjoy her charms again without your help to bring it about, dear Beatrice. I can tell you my thoughts even strayed towards Papa, but again I would have needed your sly assistance to seduce him first (for I have seen him cast his eye at you) and work him to such a pitch of erotic passion that the thought of fucking his own daughter would excite him rather than appal him.
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(Be it noted here, dear Walter, that I did not tell Alice I had indeed tried to seduce her father, and neither did I tell her what I knew of his erotic inclinations both through peeping on him when he was about her clothing and from the butler’s delightful tales. Surprized - indeed doubtful - that she had seen him cast an eye at me, I resolved to make another attempt on him should I have the chance.)
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It was no easier to turn to the dear Willie or lovely Lucy, for neither could come to me at night (nor I go to them) since Mama had placed the servant in the corridor outside Fred’s room. The weather was rainy at this time, so I could not even have the pretext of a walk in the grounds to get Lucy or William alone. I do not mean to suggest, dear Beatrice, that I was wholly without libidinous opportunities, for when Lucy came to make up my bed the morning after you left, I prevailed upon her to turn up her skirts that I could revel in her glorious cunny and lick and suck her to a spend.
“Little mistress, how delightful to feel your tongue there,” said she. “And I must caress you in return, but let us be quick lest I am missed.” I kissed her lovingly, my lips wet with the moisture that had escaped from her, as she put me upon my bed and dived her tongue into my waiting cunt, even sliding a finger into my bottom-hole for extra stimulation. In moments I came to a glorious spend, and after a little more of kissing and petting, Lucy adjusted her clothes and returned to her more legitimate duties. “What a shame you cannot join our little sessions in Mr. William’s pantry,” said the maid as she left. “For I do so love to see his pego filling your sweet little cunny.”
Reflecting on Lucy’s words, a fine idea came to me. Of course I could not go into the pantry by the legitimate entry, for that would surely be observed. But you will remember, dear Beatrice, that I told you there is a half-glass door that used to open onto the passage behind the pantry. Ah, peeping through that door first initiated me into the mysteries of love, as I saw Willie shoving his great thing into Lucy. Now it occurred to me that if Willie could open that door, why, I might have access to his pantry unobserved; and should and of the other staff knock, I would have time to hide myself in the passageway.
I put this idea to Willie later that day and you may be sure his eyes sparkled with the delight of it. “Why, Miss Alice, how could I have been such a blockhead as to not think of that myself! It shall be done and then we shall have some fine adventures together.”
The key to the door had long been lost but Willie, ingenious with his hands, disassembled the lock, removed the bolt, and then replaced the housing so that nothing should appear to be amiss. Applying a little sweet oil to the hinges to ensure silence, my secret ingress was complete. As he told me of his operations his pego began to swell in his trousers at the thought of being able to enjoy me and Lucy.
The next day dawned clear and bright and, after breakfast, I told Mama (and sometimes I found it hard to look at her without blushing, thinking of her full breasts and sweet cunt under her clothing) I was going to a ramble in the park, so that I should not be missed.
I then hurried to the entrance to the passageway, which I was pleased to find Willie had cleaned, so that I should not be marked by dirt or dust. As agreed with Willie I waited until he brought the silverware from breakfast into the pantry, accompanied by Lucy, and locked the door behind him.
Stepping out from behind the door, I jumped into William’s arms, locking my legs about his waist. He placed his hands under my bottom to support me as we kissed eagerly, his tongue diving into my mouth. Lucy, meanwhile, dropped to her knees to unbutton his rapidly stiffening cock. She applied her mouth to the noble shaft and William and I continued to tangle tongues.
“Let us make Alice naked,” said Lucy. “I want to see your lovely cock filling her, William.” No sooner said than done; William lifted my dress off over my head and sat me, naked but for boots and stockings, on the edge of his accounting desk. “Prepare the way,” he told Lucy, and she anointed my cunny with copious saliva before placing the head of his rigid cock at the mouth of my waiting cunt. With a gentle shove he slid inside me to the base of his pego, thereupon beginning the delicious in and out movements that would rapidly bring me to the peak of ecstasy. Lucy meanwhile stood up and began to kiss me and caress my bubbies.
I was so deliciously exited, dear Beatrice, and William’s pego seemed to fill me more than ever before. He grunted and began to spend, withdrawing his lovely penis to spout his seed over my belly and breasts. Seeing the pearly liquor splatter my body, I too spent in ecstasy.
But my pleasure turned to panic as my mother’s voice was heard outside - “William, are you in your pantry?” Alarmed, William hurriedly buttoned himself up as I scurried into the corridor and pulled the door shut behind me. Lucy placed herself at the hot sink and began washing the cutlery from breakfast, as William went to unlock the door. But before he could get there, my mother’s hand was upon the handle. When the butler let her in she asked why the door had been locked.
“Simply so that I may not be disturbed as I count the plate, mistress,” said he. “But I shall leave it unlocked in the future.”
“No, do as you please, William,” said she, any suspicions that may have arisen in her mind apparently allayed by the butler’s words. “I merely wished to speak with Lucy - Lucy, Alice has told me how much she likes you as her maid, and I wish to thank you for your service. She told me she was a little cold and you got into bed with her. I hope she is not too much trouble?”
“Thank-you, mistress,” said Lucy with a curtsey. “Miss Alice is no trouble at all. Indeed she is very good to me, and it was a pleasure to warm her.”
Mama thanked the maid once more, and left. Ah, Beatrice, the fact I was looking on unbeknownst to her through my little peephole, the butler’s sperm over my body, was greatly exciting to me - as too was the double meaning to Lucy’s words that it was a pleasure to warm me. If Mama knew just how Lucy had warmed me - ah, how wrong she was to believe me the innocent!
After Mama had left, William quietly locked the door again and I stepped out from my hiding place. The sight of my naked, soiled body somewhat revivified the erotic mood that had dissipated with my mother’s appearance. “Let me see you fuck Lucy, dear William, for surely my mother will not return,” I said. The butler was hesitant, but after my nimble fingers had released his pego once more and I had brought him to a stand with my mouth, he was ready and randy to fuck the maid. I directed his cock to her willing, gaping cunt, caressing her clitoris with my finger as he moved in and out of her.
“I want to see you put it in her bottom-hole,” I told Willie. He lifted her up onto the desk where he had fucked me, and canted up her legs well. Placing his prick, well lubricated by her cunny, against her smaller hole, he pushed past the elastic sphincter. Lucy gasped a little to feel him enter her, but my finger playing about her cunny soon lifted her passions high. “That’s it, my William, fuck her bottom-hole” I whispered. Then, kissing Lucy and running my tongue in her ear I said, “How does it feel, dear Lucy, to have Willie in your bottom-hole? Is it not the most delicious thing to be buggered?”
“Oh, Miss Alice, I see Willie has been teaching you to use dreadful words, just as he likes,” panted the maid. “It is so rude!”
I kissed her once more with passion, and between the sight of our tangling lips and tongues and that of his cock invading her bottom-hole, he soon groaned and began to spend. “Can you feel him shooting in your bowels, darling Lucy?” I whispered to the maid. “Is that not the most delicious clyster?”
“Oh, Miss Alice, next time it shall be your bottom-hole he outrages,” said the maid as the butler withdrew his soiled penis from her, a trickle of sperm flowing from her as he did so.
“Now, let us dress you before we are disturbed again,” said William. He and Lucy helped me on with my discarded clothes, giving me many a tickle and caress as they did so. Once dressed, I gave each of them a loving kiss, and departed through my secret entrance. I then did indeed take a long walk through the grounds, so as to keep up the fiction, during which I cogitated on how I might be able to enjoy my dear brother’s intimate caresses.
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Alice’s exciting story pleased me greatly, and I had been idly toying with my cunny as she spoke. She was heated too, and was ready for a romp. “Let us embrace, dear Beatrice, but first I will make water,” said she. Indulging my growing letch, I declared I should watch her, and I placed my head close to her belly so that I could watch the golden flow.
“Now you shall watch me piss,” I declared, trading places with me. As I fired away she ran her fingers in the steam, enjoying the feeling of the warm piss running over her fingers. When I finished she even licked the golden drops remaining on my pussey.
“What a lovely new way to play,” she breathed, flushed with erotic excitement. “Come to the bed and let us love each other.”
Gladly doing so, I took her in my arms and we kissed lovingly, our tenderness giving way to hotter passion as we explored each other. No matter how many times I saw her naked, Alice always aroused me, and I delighted in gamahuching her sweet cunny. After we had made one another spend in ecstasy, each with a finger in the other’s posterior, Alice murmured that she would go on with her story the following night and we drifted into sleep, still in each other’s arms.
I was not very attentive to my lessons the following day, looking forward to more of her salacious tale, and I earned a reprimand from Miss Pennington, who called me to the front. She bent me across her lap, and administered a dozen blows with the rod. I told you before, Walter, how dreadfully I was birched aged just seven years old when I drew those caricatures of her. But this time the punishment was gentle and, as it seemed to me, designed not to chastise me but, rather, just to draw the blood in that direction. Indeed, her hand on me was more caressing than minatory, and she even gave my bottom a fond, delicate squeeze at the end of the chastisement.
As I rose to go back to my seat, I noted a flush on her face. I said previously that Miss Pennington was a rather crabbed and severe old girl of five-and-thirty, but that was the judgment of a callow child. I was a young woman now, and, moreover, had tasted the delights of love with an older woman in the arms of Alice’s mother. My bottom glowing warm and in a state of heightened arousal, Miss Pennington no longer seemed old to me - truly, the very opposite! I ‘received sight forthwith, and arose, and was baptized’ into a new understanding. I resolved that either alone or with the help of my Alice, I should seduce Miss Pennington.
If my strength holds, dear Walter, I shall recount my victory over her. As I think on that dear creature (as now she appears in my memory) I recall those caricatures I made of her - one showing her sitting on a chamber utensil, and the other of her easing herself in a field - it occurs to me that even at the tender age of seven the seeds of some of my future passions and letches were present. But my narrative is long already, and I grow weak; I cannot promise this tale. Ah, alas that so many memories and experiences shall pass with me into the grave!
Getting back to my desk, I could see Alice was stimulated by the sight of me being birched and that in turn made her neglect her work. “What! You too, Miss Marchmont?” said Miss Penn. “Mend your ways, girl, or your also shall be birched!” Perhaps Alice would have enjoyed that rather than the opposite, and I suspect the threat just made her blood boil all the more. The hours passed but slowly for the both of us until at last we were in our private little chamber again.
As we undressed for bed, Alice said that she wanted to see me make water again, but that this time we should piss together into the pot. This we did, laughing as our streams crossed each other and the hot fluid splashed over our legs and the floor too. After we had wiped each other off (and cleaned up the liquid on the floor too) we jumped into bed and Alice continued her tale.
Alice’s Tale, continued
Try as I might, I could think of no easy way to enjoy my brother’s affections. But the solution came unlooked for, since my father had arranged delivery of a bath-chair so that Frederick could be mobile while his ankle healed. That was the answer indeed, for I could play the dutiful sister and offer to wheel Fred around the park for a change of scenery; and once we were safe from prying eyes I should be the very opposite of a good sister to him.
That afternoon I put my little plan into action, and I could see from the sparkle in Fred’s eye that he had a good idea of exactly my intention. Mama placed a blanket over Fred’s legs, looking kindly on my offer and thinking me the picture of sibling concern. The bath-chair was well made and with good-sized wheels so I had no difficultly in pushing Fred wherever it took our fancy to go. For the first hour I kept to the regular paths, in case it should come into anyone’s mind to join us. When we both felt sure we should not be disturbed, I wheeled Fred to the very same copse where Mr. William had made me a woman, for I intended to fuck my brother in the spot where I had first been fucked.
“Dear Alice, how good it is to be alone with you at last. I am fit to burst with need for you. See, my prick is already bursting out of my breeches!” So saying, Fred let out his manly pego, which naturally had a most stimulating effect on me, even though I had been well fucked already that morning by Mr. William.
“What a hurry you are in, dear brother!” I laughed, slipping off my dress so that it should not be stained by the grass and kneeling by the side of the chair. Grasping his lovely cock with my fingers, I ran my hand up and down the shaft. “How stiff and ready he is!” said I. “Would you like me to suck him?”
“Dear Alice, sweet sister, yes, take my cock between your lovely lips,” begged he. Kneeling on the grass by his side, quite naked having slipped off my stockings too, I engulphed his lovely penis with my willing mouth. Opening his breeches further I caressed his balls and tickled his bottom-hole, and I would have pushed a finger inside him but for his inconvenient position. No matter; he spent almost directly, filling my mouth with such pulsing jets of semen that I could not swallow it all; I coughed and the seed squirted over my face and his trousers too. “Ah, Fred, one would think you had never spent before, so copious was your emission,” I said to him. Indeed so rampant was he, his prick hardly softened at all despite the deluge he had just poured fourth.
“And now I must fuck you,” said he. “Help me take off my shirt and I will lie on the lawn.” Thus arranged, his trousers round his ankles (for to take them off fully was too much derangement) I sat over him and with a sigh of pleasure eased his stiff cock into my longing cunny. “Ah, Fred, how I love to have you in me,” said I. “Charlie had it just right, what a delight is the practice of incest!” I began to move up and down on him while he caressed my little bubbies.
“Dear sister, yes, how snug your cunny feels” said he. “Lean down and put your tongue in my mouth, dear.” This I willingly did. Feeling he was near to a spend and wanting to prolong the bout, I let his cock slip out of me and, turning, brought my pussey to his mouth. He was not behindhand in beginning a delightful gamahuche, while I took his cock once more into my mouth. I caressed his balls and, wetting a finger in my mouth, postillioned him.
“Alice, how good that feels!” said he. “I shall repay you in kind.” I wriggled in delight as I felt his finger invade my fundament. We ran on so for some minutes until Fred indicated he was near to spending.
“I want to feel you shoot inside me,” I said, settling my cunny over his prick and riding a St. George until with a sigh and gasp he arched his back and paid another tribute of balmy sperm into my eager cunt. Feeling the incestuous liquor fill me, I too spent, falling forward onto his chest and kissing him with the greatest ardour. “Dear brother, I love you so!” I said. “How I shall miss you when I have to return to school.”
“As I shall miss you, sweet sister. But at least you will find some comfort in the arms of dear Beatrice” he replied, returning my fond kisses.
Lying with my head on Fred’s chest I idly toyed with his now pendent cock. “Dear brother,” I said, “I have a tale I want to tell you, but will you promise not to think of me too badly if I relate it?”
“Alice,” said he, “If (as I suspect) this adventure is in the erotic sphere, then be free - for nothing you could tell me could make me love you any less. Indeed the most debauched tale would surely only increase my love and desire for you.”
Thus encouraged, I told him of what had taken place in your room, dear Beatrice. Ah, how his cock stiffened as I told him how Mama had come to lie with you, and found me with a strange girl - and how you managed it so that I was not discovered, but instead enjoyed a most wicked frolic.
“Fred,” I said to him, “You can perhaps imagine how strange I felt when Beatrice told me to kiss Mama. But as her tongue invaded my lips, why, it began to seem not only natural but also delightful. As Beatrice and I undressed her, revealing her beauty to me, how my blood was fired! Oh, Fred, Mama’s breasts are so much bigger and finer than mine. I revelled in kissing and caressing them. And then, Fred, her cunny! She has such a glorious profusion hair and a pouting vermillion slit. How I delighted in kissing and licking her there, dear brother.”
This narrative, as I had intended, began to work its effect on Fred. His prick stiffened under my continued caress. But my goal was not just another fuck, for I also wanted to engender a passion in him for Mama.
“Mama, still thinking I was one of the staff’s girls, then began to work on me. I pressed my cunny to her mouth as she drove her tongue into me. How I squirmed as she began to lick my bottom-hole, Fred - it was glorious indeed. And I must also tell you that those dildoes Beatrice used on us, why, they belonged to Mama, whom Beatrice had seduced before! The wicked little hussy confessed to me she wanted to use them on us after they had been in Mama’s cunny and bottom-hole. So just think of it, Fred, you have already taken in your bottom-hole a dildo stained with her juices. Does that not excite you?” And of course it did excite him, dear Beatrice, for now his cock was at full stand.
“Why, Alice, you have indeed excited me terribly - I must fuck you again, dear sister.”
I climbed over him and settled down on his eager cock, and he eagerly began to caress my bubbies. I leaned down to him for a kiss, and as our tongues and saliva mingled I whispered, “Do you think Mama fucks better than me, Fred? Would you like to find out? Imagine if she were here now, would you try to fuck her?”
These obscene suggestions stimulated Fred and he began to thrust into me even more eagerly. To heighten the erotic stimulation, I rose off him and applied his penis to my bottom-hole. Slowly pushing down so that his cock penetrated the sphincter, I sheathed him fully in my bowels. “There now, Fred” said I, “Imagine Mama watching you buggering your own sister, would it excite her, to see your lovely stiff cock penetrating my tight little bottom? Would you get into her bottom too? I can assure you, Fred, she has a lovely bottom-hole, for I have thrust my tongue into it, sir!”
My salacious words were too much for Fred; no longer could he hold himself back, and with a groan of delight he shot his seed deep into my loving bowels. The delicious warmth of his emission set off my own spend, my arsehole contracting so tightly around his penis that he winced.
“Was that not a delicious fuck?” I said to him after he had withdrawn, lying on his chest in the delicious after-langour of our revels.
When we had recovered our senses a little, I helped Fred dress and get back into the bath-chair, and we made our way back to the hall. Mama came out to meet us as we approached, and I was delighted to see Fred look at her in a way that was beyond the filial. Mama did not appear to notice this, solicitously helping him out of the chair so that he could hobble inside.
This was my last night at the hall, for the following day I would return to school. The next morning you may be sure I was at my station in Willie’s pantry, ready for a last fuck. This encounter passed off without interruption. We began with Willie on the floor, Lucy taking his pego in her cunny while I placed myself over his mouth so that he could lick me to a delicious emission. Next, we changed places so that I could take Willie in my cunny while he gamahuched Lucy. After he had filled my cunt with his seed Lucy and I sucked him back to a final stand, whereafter I expressed a desire to see him bugger Lucy. I first wetted her lovely wrinkled little arsehole with my spittle and then placed Willie’s proud cock to the task. I handled and licked his shaft as it entered the maid, kissing her buttocks and thrusting my tongue into the crevice to tickle Lucy’s now distended arsehole. I moved to behind Willie to lick and caress his bottom-hole too, before inserting my finger into him. This made him spend at once, and after he had finished squirting his seed deep into Lucy’s bowels I applied my lips and tongue to her outraged bottom-hole to lick and suck up Willie’s spendings that leaked therefrom.
Before departing later that morning, I made sure to secure a private little tête-à-tête with Frederick. It had been decided he would not return to school but rather remain at the hall until he was able to walk again.
“Now, Fred, if we are quick about it I can just suck you to one last spend before I leave,” I said. Eagerly he pulled out his cock and I took the swelling instrument between my lips. Once he was at full stand I took his cock from my mouth (while still handling the shaft with my fingers) and whispered, “Dear Fred, I saw how you looked at Mama yesterday… does she not excite and inflame you?” Fred owned that she did. “Then will you try to seduce her?” I asked. “For I may tell you that when we played she spoke of how she had inspected the sheets of your bed, stained with your emissions - ah, I see you blush sir! - and so I think you would not have to push very hard to persuade her to a fuck. Say you will try, my brother!”
“Sweet sister, you have opened my regard to Mama’s charms and I will surely make the attempt upon her. Moreover, my love, I shall write to you should I succeed.”
“Dear Fred!” I said, lowering my lips once more to his cock and tonguing and sucking him until he filled my mouth with a gush of sperm, which I swallowed with joy. Buttoning him up, I gave him a last lingering kiss and went to finish my packing.
Later that morning, my parents accompanied me to the station, so there was no further chance to play - though as I was pretty well sated I did not mind too much. And now I am in your arms, dear Beatrice, and I forgive you for making me fuck my own mother for it has led to Fred’s exciting plan to fuck her too!
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Heated by the conclusion the story and the delicious idea of Fred enjoying his own mother, Alice and I enjoyed a mutual gamahuche before putting out the light.
Next morning, as we dressed, Alice said, “I had the most delicious dream, dear Beatrice, in which Miss Pennington birched me well. No doubt seeing her spank you yesterday put it in my mind. She was not very severe with you - now tell me true, did it not excite you somewhat?”
I felt myself blush a little.
“Beatrice! I declare, you are spoony for Miss Pennington!”
I admitted that the birching had inflamed me, and told Alice how Miss Pennington had caressed my bottom. “Seducing your mother, dear Alice, has quite turned my head to the pleasures that can be had in the arms of an older woman, and I think she might be amenable to yet warmer embraces,” I said.
In class that day I gave Miss Pennington cause to criticise me, and she administered another birching. Again, she did not flog me too hard and as she spanked my posterior I wriggled on her lap hoping to somewhat stimulate her in return. Once more I noted heightened colour in her cheeks as she sent me back to my seat. At the end of class that day, I lingered behind. Miss Pennington noticed me and said, “Lady Beatrice, do you require something?” in her usual formal, almost cold tone.
“Dear Miss Pennington, I wanted to apologize for my lack of attention in class today. I am becoming a young woman now and it is increasingly obvious that my behaviour has not been what it should be, especially to you.”
Miss Pennington’s severe look softened to hear my words. “I am glad to hear this new attitude, Lady Beatrice,” said. “It does you credit.”
I wanted to soften her yet further, and so I took her hands in mine and kneeled before her. “And also I must apologize for those shameful caricatures I made of you. I know that I expressed sorrow at the time, but I did not mean it - I only spoke to stop the flogging. But now I am truly remorseful! Dearest Miss Pennington, I know how hard you work to educate we young ladies and to prepare us for a world that does not treat us well. I have never treated you with the honour and respect you deserve!”
As I spoke these last words, my head was buried in her lap, as if in genuine remorse but in truth so that I could press my forehead against her belly and maybe even exert a pleasing pressure on her cunny.
She quite melted to hear these words, lifting to my feet and saying, “Lady Beatrice, I thank you for these words.” As she spoke I saw not the stiff and severe governess I had so grown used to, but rather a warm and emotional woman.
“I shall do better, dear Miss Pennington, and you must remind me if I go astray again.” Saying this, I gave her a warm hug laying my head against her breasts - once again I was playing the innocent but naturally my goal was to inflame her. She looked a little taken aback at this and somewhat hesitantly returned my embrace.
“Run along now, dear Lady Beatrice, you are indeed a sweet girl,” said she. I observed her colour was up and her breath came a little faster, and as I left the classroom I was confident I had made a good start on seducing her. I resolved to proceed slowly but firmly, until she was ready to take the most indecent liberties with me.
About three weeks after, Alice received a letter from her mother, enclosing a further private letter from her to me, as well as a missive from Fred.
Frances’ letter to Alice mentioned that Mr. Marchmont had returned to France, taking William with him, while she remained at the hall to look after Fred. No doubt, I thought to myself, Mr. Marchmont was eager to once more pursue the grossest indecencies with Henri and Aurora.
I may say here, Walter, that he took such a fancy to the house that he later bought it. When Alice and I finished school at about the age of seventeen, we spent a few weeks there. I had not then repeated William’s tale to Alice, but I chose to do so, for it was my intention to bring about a grand frolic. I was successful in my endeavours and not only did I at last get Mr. Marchmont to fuck me, but he fucked Alice as well. It gave me the greatest delight to see father fuck daughter, and I kissed and petted Alice as he plunged his noble cock in her willing pussey, she murmuring all the while, “Oh, Papa, yes, dear Papa, fuck me!” and such like words of salacious ecstasy as the paternal sperm filled her womb.
We cavorted with Henri and Aurora as well, both now most attractive and accomplished lovers with absolutely no prejudices. Aurora was with child, though whether Mr. Marchmont’s or William’s or even her brother’s was unknown. How I loved to see the men fuck her and then spend all over her swollen belly, just as much as I loved to see Alice drenched in her own dear father’s sperm.
It was during these orgies that it came out William had fucked Alice some months before her twelfth birthday, a fact that her father found greatly stimulating. He enjoyed seeing his daughter being fucked or buggered by Willie – ah, Willie who too soon after was in his grave.
Of course we were both much more interested in Fred’s letter but we were disappointed - it was just a few lines. He reported that he was active in making the attempt on his mother, all the more so since Lucy had once again returned home, claiming the need to tend an ailing relative (though Fred speculated this was a ruse to let her enjoy her brother once more). Her absence left him “quite wild with lust” as he put it. But with his ankle still in plaster he lacked the opportunity to bring matters to a head with her. He owned that he had tried the ruse of asking his mother to help him dress or even bathe, but she said to do so would not be proper and had the servants assist him. “Yet doubt not,” his letter concluded. “Once this blasted cast is off, I shall find the excuse to creep into her chamber and stimulate her passions just as my dear Beatrice did. My love - and more! - to you both. Look to hear from me soon.”
Frances’ letter to me was much more interesting, and I shall transcribe it here for your delectation, dear Walter, so that you may better know better what a hot and lecherous woman she is.
Frances’ letter
Darling, daring Beatrice -
Let me begin by saying how keenly I miss you - you have become more to me than simply my daughter’s friend - you have become my lover, and I pine for you. Your dear sweet caresses and your lively wit - how I miss them! And how I sorrow to miss the chance to take delight in you as you grow from a girl to a woman, to see your bubbies - perfect as they are now - grow, and the hair spread over your charming pussey. Oh, my dear! How many times have I idled in a delicious reverie, dreaming of your lips about me, pleasuring myself with the toys I so enjoyed using on you, as you used them on me.
But this letter is not to be a dreamy recapitulation of our cavorts, dear girl, much as I would like composing such an epistle; rather, I have a more serious purpose.
My sweet Beatrice, I write on a delicate matter - fie, look at this! I blush to think of what I am about to write - and how can I blush when we have been so intimate? So to the point -
Beatrice, I must ask you what you know of relations between Frederick and Alice. I had been most delighted to see how sweetly Alice wheeled Frederick around the grounds before she returned to school.
At the end of this perambulation, I helped Fred out of the bath-chair and into the house. Once he was settled I returned to the bath-chair to fold and bring in the blanket. Dear girl, I found that blanket stained with semen. Now as I mentioned before, I was aware Fred had discovered the delights of masturbation; it is a practice polite society frowns on, but I regard it as natural and indeed healthy. However, dear Beatrice, I had placed the blanket on Fred myself at the start of their walk and so I knew it to be clean. What conclusion could this leave me but that the emission had taken place during their ramble?
My first reaction was one of horror. Had Frederick exposed himself to Alice? Worse still, had he forced himself on her, taking liberties of the grossest sort? Yet Alice had not looked distressed upon her return - far from it, for indeed she appeared the picture of health and happiness.
My next thought, dear Beatrice, was perhaps that Alice was a willing partner in whatever had taken place. But was she just a spectator as Fred handled himself? Did she help him to an emission? Or was it worse, had they enjoyed each other to the full? My son and daughter, committing the crime of incest!
Ah, Beatrice, try as I do to keep shame from me, the emotion springs up in me as I admit - do you think me terrible? - that I find some excitement in the idea of Alice and Fred enjoying themselves in this way.
I thought to write to you to ask what you knew, dear Beatrice, of how things stood between my children, for I know you are close to Alice and I do not imagine she has many secrets from you.
But as I have been writing this letter, I have started to wonder how far your intimacy might have proceeded with my daughter. I reflect on the fact that you have shared a room with Alice for about a year now, and that in this year you have both begun the change from child to woman. I think of all the natural feelings that arise in the body at this time (and indeed remember my own long-ago encounter with one of the servant girls) and I begin to imagine you may have explored each other’s developing bodies to the utmost, embracing the temptations that flesh is heir to. Dear Beatrice, that does not alarm me (rather, it charms - even excites me -) but it is a thought that (as thoughts are wont) leads to another.
I recall that glorious night in your room shortly before you left the hall (and took something of my heart with you) and fresh questions arise in my mind. Perhaps it was mere coincidence that ‘Pearl’ (to judge by my caresses of her growing contours) seemed to be at about the same stage of development as Alice. But I was struck by how perfumed ‘Pearl’ was, for the children of the staff wash but seldom. Beatrice, when I was helping Alice pack before she returned to school I noted that one of her bars of soap was of the exact same scent. It could be, perhaps, that ‘Pearl’ had filched some of this expensive soap. But how likely was that? And why was it that ‘Pearl’ was so reluctant to let me see her face? She knew I was not really angry with her, and it would have been only advantageous for her to have her mistress’s favour. Then I think of that night we recited speeches (let me say I most enjoyed your declamation of Regan’s speech that you delivered to Mr. Marchmont, dear) and I recall how able a mimic of voices my daughter is.
Dear Beatrice, was ‘Pearl’ truly Alice? This thought, which I admit shocked me at first, no longer seems so terrible, for reasons I will come to explain. My little love, I do not insist you betray any confidence; but do know that should matters stand as I suggest, my affections for you will not change - and perhaps we may even find new ways to explore our passions.
You will know I have been tending Frederick these past few weeks and I must tell you, dear Beatrice, his conduct has not at all been what a son’s should be. He casts the most longing glances at me (thinking his gaze unobserved), and his hands rove about me freely, somewhat masked as the natural hesitancies of the invalid. If he has indeed seduced his sister, it seems he now wants to seduce his mother.
I have maintained the strictest decorum towards him, but the truth is his behaviour excites me. I have observed his swelling prick in his breeches (he remains quite oblivious of this) and indeed it seems a fine, study tool. Beatrice, I am inclined to yield him the laurels and let him have his victory. And you will gather from this that if indeed it was Alice in your bed that evening, why, I am not at all angry with you, my love.
And so once again I urge your candour; let there be no secrets between us, my dearest.
May it not be long until you are in my arms once more - and believe me your truly loving -
Frances
Postscript - I have included herein a more formal letter of greeting; this you may show to Alice, should she be curious about what I have written to you - for if my speculations are indeed idle fancies I would not want her to think that we were carrying on a clandestine correspondence. But if matters stand as I suspect, I leave it you your judgement as to whether you show her this missive. A kiss.
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I shared this letter with Alice in the greatest delight and it quite fired our passions. After we had somewhat satisfied our heated blood in just the way you will imagine (I hardly need write it), we discussed how I should reply.
“A full and frank confession is the wisest way,” counselled Alice. “For Mama is clearly enamoured of Fred, and I should like to join in the fun once we are all back at the hall.” This was exactly my thinking, and so I replied to Frances with candour.
That letter is lost, dear Walter, so it must suffice to say I admitted that Pearl had indeed been Alice, and that just as Frances thought, Alice and I had been most free with one another for many months. I owned that Alice and Fred had played together, but passed over the depth of their affair for I felt there was only so much candour dear Frances could accept at once. Out of the same prudence I did not mention Alice’s intrigue with William.
I also said that Fred had indeed spoken to us both of his growing desire for his mother and his aim to seduce her. “Dear Frances,” I wrote in closing (something like this, at least) “I urge you to keep to the path you have chosen, pretending ignorance of his wicked desires; for to let him think the victory is wholly his will greatly increase his stimulation - and, I am sure, yours too. Perhaps the truth can be told when next we all meet at the hall but for now - dear Frances, my love! - do let him think he has seduced you all unawares.”
The letter written and posted, I turned my thoughts once again to Miss Pennington.
Alice was my willing companion in my seduction of the governess, helping me find little ways to please and flatter her in the weeks that followed. When we were walking in the school grounds one day, for example, Alice pointed to a blossoming cherry tree and suggested I make a posy for Miss Pennington. I did so, presenting it to her with a curtsey. Another time, I used my artistic skill to draw a portrait of her - and this one, you may be sure, was respectful and flattering. In class the governess’s attitude to me began to change, becoming more expressive and gentle. The change was slight, for Miss Pennington generally maintained her prior formality, and I do not think any of the other girls noticed. Of course Alice saw it, alive as she was to all the shades of erotic expression.
“Dear Beatrice, press on and soon you will win her,” said she. “And indeed I begin to see why you wish it, for she is a truly handsome woman.”
Some three weeks after Frances wrote to me about her son’s manoeuvres, a letter from the young satyr himself arrived. Alice ran up to me with the treasure, still unopened, in her hand. “Beatrice, feel the thickness - there are several sheets in here. Oh, he must have been successful.” Placing the letter in a pocket, she said we would read it together that night. I confess neither of us concentrated well in the schoolroom that day, but so softened had Miss Pennington become that she did not remark upon it.
Tucked up in bed that night, Alice broke the red wax seal, stamped with Frederick’s signet ring, unfolded the missive, and began to read it out loud.
Frederick’s Letter
Angelic Alice, beloved Beatrice! (“Somewhat poetic” observed Alice - “He seems full of joys, that’s a promising sign, dear.”)
I write to tell you that my conquest is complete; victory is mine - and, ah, it was no easy campaign, but what a reward! By Jove, how splendidly mother fucks!
Some ten days ago, the doctor deemed me ready to have the cast removed. You may well imagine the sense of freedom I felt to be free of that damn bath-chair and able to walk where I would. While I had tried to exercise my leg during its confinement as the doctor advised, the muscles had still weakened such that I needed to continue use of a crutch. And this, dear girls, was indeed a disguised blessing, for Mama offered to accompany me on my walks, bidding me take her arm in mine. How it thrilled me to feel my body pressed close to hers! I played up my weakness, sometimes pretending to stumble so that I could seize her about the waist as if for support. Sometimes I even managed to arrange it so that my flailing arm - all by chance, as it seemed to her - fell across her glorious bosom. She offered only solicitous care and no remonstrance at these intimate little touches. Sometimes I would take her by the hand as if we were admitted lovers, and we would walk for many minutes like this before she gently put my arm through hers to observe the more proper style.
One day we were surprized by an unexpected shower of rain, and, since I was unable to walk fast there was nothing for it but that we both were deluged. Mama had worn only the lightest of clothing, and how prettily the wet fabric outlined her figure! I do believe she was quite embarrassed, yet did I detect a tremor of a warmer feeling in her? I felt the damp cloth against her skin did indeed stimulate her. Ah, dear girls, all this pleased me greatly and I felt I was making a credible attack on her outer fortifications. Consider, too, with Father gone I had all the greater share of her time and I was increasingly confident that I should soon take over the privileges that were more rightly his.
Yet how to continue the conquest? I racked my brain so! I could not claim a nightmare and ask to share her bed, for I am too old for that and I could not somehow go to her chamber when it was dark, pretending to be my father, for he was in France. I could not even spy on dear Mama because the keyhole to her room was rather small and moreover did not give on to the inner chamber, where she might undress. I went so far as to imagine using cantharides on her, but where would I get such a tincture?
I then thought of bribing Lottie (you will recall, cook’s pretty little daughter) to assume the role of ‘Pearl’ and go to mother’s rooms - then I would surprise them in the act and she would be in my power. But after giving Lottie a sixpence to strip for me I saw her bubbies were so much less developed than yours, dear sister, that Mama would detect the subterfuge.
(I may say, dear girls, so raging with passion was I that I prevailed upon Lottie to bring me to a most delicious spend with her fingers and mouth - how surprized she was as my seed spurted all over her naked body! She demanded a joey to add to the sixpence, or, she said, “I will tell your mother of the nasty thing you have done to me, for my Ma is always talking of the evil of carnival knowledge and this is what she must mean!”
“Carnal knowledge, Lottie,” said I. “And you shall have your coin as long as you promise to keep the secret.” I think that when she has grown a little, in a year or two, she will be amenable to all sorts of fun).
But such complicated strategies proved needless, for Mama herself presented the opportunity I so keenly sought. You can be sure my eye were never far from Mama’s body, and so when I saw a grimace of discomfort on her face as she was quizzing me the following day on my school work (which she had made sure I had kept up), I enquired what ailed her. “I believe that soaking we took has raised an ache in my shoulders.”
“Dear Mama, I shall knead you to ease the ache,” I said. “You have cared for me so well these past weeks that it is only right I try to succour you now.” I bid her sit on a low stool and lean on her writing desk, and stood behind her to begin my manipulations. I began my gently working my fingers into her shoulders. “Does that help, dear Mama?” I asked.
“Indeed it does, Frederick, you are most gentle,” said she.
Now I decided to see if I could push matters on a little. I undid the top two closures of her dress. “Fred, what are you about?” said she. “I am just exposing your shoulders a little, Mama, the better to help you.” I continued my operations and Mama owned that it was much easing her. She seemed to drift off into a pleasant reverie and so, with great care so that she should not notice, I further undid the remaining closures. I began to stroke and caress her fair skin, and I felt her breathing begin to change as my actions had the effect I intended.
I was by this time almost bursting out of my breeches with desire. I felt it was time to make the boldest attack and so I pressed my body against her back so that she should feel my hard cock pressing into her.
“Frederick!” said she, but before she could exclaim further I slid my arms round her to place my hands on her breasts. I pressed my lips against her neck and began to kiss her.
“Frederick!” said she. “How dare you embrace me in this way - do you not know I am your mother, sir!”
“Dear Mama, let me embrace you - you have been so kind to me of late, and I do so want to be closer to you.” Saying this, I worked one hand round her back and under her clothing so that I could caress a breast directly; with the other I freed my cock from my breeches and pressed once more against her so that she could feel it directly against her skin.”
“Wherever did you get such an impudent, wicked idea!” said she - yet in a whisper, not a shout - “How can you think of such actions with your mother!”
All this while I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, even kissing her ears and darting my tongue therein. “Do you not know how beautiful you are to me, Mama? Oh, I have gazed on your lovely charms so often these past weeks, and how I have dreamed of kissing and caressing you!”
“It is incest you propose,” said she. “The punishment, were we discovered, would be terrible.”
“But we shall not be discovered, Mama, for no servant would dare enter your chamber without permission, and besides, we can lock the door.”
My hard cock was still thrust against her, and I could tell she was becoming increasingly aroused. She turned her head to me now, meeting my eyes directly, a blush of shame on her face.
“You must cease this behaviour at once,” she whispered.
“Dear Mama, I cannot, see how stiff you make me!” I said, directing her hand to my rampant cock. “I must kiss your dear lips, my loved mother.” So saying I pressed my mouth to hers and she resisted but briefly. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and she kissed me back with growing delight.
“Dear Fred, this is a sin, and you must never speak of it to anyone,” she said. I slipped her clothing fully off her shoulders, exposing her to my excited gaze. Falling to my knees I began to kiss and caress her glorious bubbies. “Oh, Fred, you are so wicked” she gasped, but I knew she was lost.
“Let us go to your bedroom,” I said to her, taking her by the hand and leading her to the inner sanctum. As she stood her dress fell to the floor, leaving her just in charming drawers, silk stockings and shoes. Shutting the bedroom door behind us and turning the key in the lock, I embraced her in my arms and kissed her once more. Now my hard pego was jutting against her belly, and she dropped her hand down to hold it. “Why, Fred, you are indeed quite the man,” said she. “Lie on my bed and I will give this fine fellow the kisses he so much wants.”
I lay down and watched in the greatest delight as Mama engulphed my cock in her mouth. She kissed and sucked me with every sign of the greatest pleasure, licking and kissing my balls as well. “Oh mother, dear mother, how delightful - it is too much!” I groaned as I spent into her mouth, pouring a perfect torrent of sperm into her. She willingly swallowed every drop before once more kissing me most passionately.
“And now I must see you naked,” I said, slipping off one stocking and then the other followed by her drawers. At last her glorious cunt was revealed to my eyes, a sight that so enflamed me I felt I might spend at once. I stooped to kiss and lick her, laving her sweet cunt and running a finger inside. She wriggled with the greatest delight, murmuring my name as I caressed her clitoris until she spent in an agony of passion.
Covering her face and mouth in eager kisses, and handling her bubbies, I whispered in her ear, “Did you not enjoy that Mama? Can anything so delightful truly be a sin?”
“You are a dreadful boy, Frederick, to engage in such acts with your mother, yet I cannot deny you have given me the greatest pleasure.”
“And we have greater pleasures to come, Mama,” I replied. “Now I shall lay down and you shall mount upon me.” Mother blushed at this, but did not demur. She straddled me, her cunt over my stiff-standing prick, locking her eyes with mine as she began to lower herself onto me. Ah, I do not have the words to describe how glorious it felt to possess her! Her loving cunt embraced my prick so warmly. She began to move upon me as I caressed her bubbies. “Dear Mama, how wonderful you are, how finely you fuck, yes, fuck me, you cunt is most beautiful” - I ran on like this, saying I know not what until with a groan of ecstasy I spent. Feeling my incestuous sperm deluge the very womb I had come from, Mama too spent.
As we lay on the bed, fondly kissing, she whispered to me, “How wrong this is, dear Fred, mother and son - ah, it cannot happen again, and I should not have allowed this.” But as she spoke my fingers were toying with her wonderful hairy pussey, and I could see the passion building in her once more.
Directing her attention to my cock, again hard as marble, I said, “Dearest mother, now we have embarked on this path, let us not turn back but walk it to the end.” She did not resist as I mounted over her and once more entered her. Mouth pressed to mouth as I plunged in and out of her cunt, our tongues and saliva mingling. The stimulation was so intense that it was but a few moments before I gave my third tribute to love, Mama clutching me fondly as I spent.
After we had somewhat recovered, Mama said to me, “My dear son, this is very wrong, and I wonder whatever gave you the idea to seduce me so deliciously. But you must be very discreet, my dear Fred, for if it were uncovered it would disgrace us both for ever.”
“Dear Mama, say that you will let me have you again and I swear to keep the secret always,” I said. She blushed but did not demur. Bidding me dress, she kissed me once more and gave my prick a most delightful suck. “Go now, Fred, so that you are not missed. I will clean myself and join you later.”
Ah, dear Alice, dear Beatrice, such joy I felt as I left Mama’s chamber - does not Mama have a glorious body, and how hotly she fucks! We have coupled many times since then, for under the pretext of tending to my school work it does not seem amiss that I visit her room each day. She has quite forgotten her former reluctance and our encounters grow ever more ingenious. She has shown me her collection of dildoes, and bid me use one on her bottom-hole while I was in her cunt. It was but a short step from this that she was lecherous for me to fuck her arsehole properly, and great was my delight to push my pego therein and fill her bowels with my loving semen. She has used a dildo on my bottom too, and we have even made water for each other. Of course I have not revealed that I know that you too seduced her, my Beatrice, nor yet than when she fucked ‘Pearl’ she was indeed fucking her own daughter. But I have it in mind that when we are all next at the hall I shall engineer a grand orgy, and Mother shall fuck daughter and son together - what a revel that will be!
Let this be enough from me for now, for Mama is waiting for me and I am dying to be in her cunny and arsehole - but be assured I often dream too of your charms, dear sister, dear Beatrice -
Your brother and lover,
Fred.
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