We were both delighted by this letter, and how Frances had taken my advice to let Fred think the victory his alone; and moreover Alice - as you can imagine - was most excited by the idea of fucking her mother along with Fred. “It will be a grand orgie indeed - and little Lottie sounds ready for all manner of larks, we shall have to make her part of our games too.”
This was a most exciting idea, and a revel to anticipate; but I was more focused on Miss Pennington, with whom I felt I was almost falling in love. How I wanted to undress her, suck and nip her titties, and glory in her cunny!
The next day was a Saturday and so there were no lessons. The local girls went home (for they only stayed in the dormitory on week days), leaving the school grounds quiet. A little out-of-sorts due to my unsatisfied passion for the governess, I took a book and repaired to a spreading tree to shift my thoughts elsewhere. But as I made my way to the spot, I saw the object of my fascination on her hands and knees in the kitchen garden, digging in the soil with a hand-trowel. How my heart beat to see her there! I tried to maintain a semblance of calm and walked over her. “Dear Miss Pennington, what is it you are doing?” I asked.
“Lady Beatrice,” she said with a smile (again my heart thumped!), “as you can see, I am tending to the plants. Of course we have gardeners for this duty, but I find relaxation in it.”
“May I help you?” I asked, and the governess smiled at me once again. “I would like that, Lady Beatrice, and I shall teach you about the plants, for there is no shame at all in a noble lady learning the rustic arts.”
“Dear Miss Pennington, we are alone here so let us be informal. Do call me Beatrice.”
“Very well, Beatrice, and you may call me Emma, though of course the formalities will have to be observed in the classroom.”
I gave her hand a squeeze, and said, “Of course, Emma, I understand that; in the classroom you are the teacher and I the pupil, but here we are friends.”
She began to guide me in tending the plants, picking weeds out of the vegetable beds and removing blighted leaves. She told me which insects were harmful and which were beneficial, and of the various plant diseases. After we had been working for some two or three hours, she had one of the school staff bring us a cold repast. We ate together and she told me something of her life before coming to the school. As we talked, I reflected with amazement on the fact I once thought this lively and charming woman was anything other that beautiful. As we were eating I heard Alice’s voice calling for me. I called out to her in reply and she came over to us.
“Good afternoon, Miss Pennington,” she said to the governess.
“Good afternoon, Miss Marchmont,” she replied formally.
Alice explained that she was going into town with some of the other girls on an excursion led by Miss Birch. “I was going to ask if you would like to join us,” said she. I saw a shade of disappointment pass over Emma’s face on hearing these words. “But I see you are quite engaged here,” continued Alice, “and so I will bid you good-bye.”
I walked with Alice to the gate of the kitchen garden, and as we parted she whispered in my ear, “Ah, Beatrice, did you see her look when she thought I might take you away? I think you have made a conquest, my dear, and I wish you the luck of it.”
I returned to Emma, and once we had eaten we returned to our garden work. She showed me how to trim the fruit trees properly and even the use of arsenic in controlling pests, telling me as she did so of the dangers of this chemical as well as how it was manufactured. She showed me the apiary and explained the lifecycle of the bee. Indeed she loved to teach, and that day I loved to learn. I became so involved in tending the gardens with her that for a few hours I nearly forgot my wider purpose.
After several hours’ work, Emma said, “Perhaps that is enough for the day, Beatrice, I do not want to tire you out.” Casting her eye over me, she said, “Why look at you! Your knees are quite stained with soil and your hands and elbows too. Let us go back to my rooms and I will wash you.”
Ah, Walter, you can imagine my feelings upon hearing those words. Why, was I to see inside her rooms, where she dressed, slept, washed? As she unlocked the door and invited me inside I felt that I was stepping into the sanctum sanctorum. How I breathed in the scent of her lovely perfume that filled the room, as my eye took in the possessions that defined her! Two doors opened off the main room, which I assumed to be a bedroom and bathroom, and there was a small scullery through another door. She used this to heat some water, and then led me to the left-hand door which was, as I suspected, a bathroom. She sat me on a stool and taking a clean, soft cloth, dampened it and began to lave my knees. “Slip off your shoes, Beatrice, and I will wash your legs clean,” said she.
My passions rose swiftly to see the object of my affections kneeling in front of me, washing me with warm soapy water. I felt I had to push matters forward a little and so I stood and, taking my dress by the hem, lifted it off over my head in one swift move, before Emma should think it proper to stop me. She looked up at me as I stood before her in my petticoat, her lips slightly parted in what I took to be the first stirrings of desire. I removed this garment, leaving me in just my drawers and stockings. Emma’s eyes widened as she gazed on my still-developing little bubbies. “The better to wash me,” I breathed, holding out my arms. Emma seemed to almost tremble as she began to wash my forearms, then elbows. The soap bubbles dripped off my skin, making it glisten and shine. “Dear Emma, shall you wash me all over?” I whispered.
Transfixed, the governess lifted the cloth to my breasts, laving them gently. She circled each nipple as if mesmerized, before moving it up to my neck and then down over my belly. Her tender ministrations had the most electrifying effect on me.
“Oh, my dear Emma, I am dying with pleasure, do embrace and caress me,” I breathed. Emma, still acting as if enchanted, drew me into her arms and slowly, still all a-tremble, pressed her lips to mine. I pushed my little tongue into her mouth, making her gasp in surprise and delight. Emma began to suck my tongue most deliciously. She was lost, now, I knew - I had conquered her.
“Dear Emma, let me wash you,” I murmured between kisses, beginning to unlace her as I did so. She said nothing beyond a murmur of joy and did not stop my eager fingers. In moments I had exposed her breasts to my delighted gaze. I placed a hand under each charming globe, revelling in their firmness and weight. Her breasts were somewhat smaller and firmer than those of Alice’s mother (despite her being some years older), with lighter, pinker nipples - nipples which I now began to kiss gently, almost reverently. It seemed I had been waiting so long for this, though it had been no more than six weeks or so. I felt a moment of regret for my former intransigent attitude to her, so wholly failing to see her beauty until now. But the moment of melancholy passed rapidly as I felt her lovely nipples stiffen under my tongue.
“Dear Beatrice, no, we must stop, this is forbidden,” said Emma.
“Hush, darling, hush,” I said, stopping her mouth with kisses. “We are safe, we are secret, no-one need know, and I do indeed want to love you, dear Emma. Do you not want to love me?”
“You make me so I cannot stop myself,” said she. “Let us go to the bedroom, my darling.” So saying, she stood and led me to the other room. I knelt before her and lovingly stripped off the rest of her clothes. Now it was my turn to tremble as I eased down her drawers, for I was about to reveal her cunny for the first time. Oh, Walter, how well you must know that thrill the first time we are with a new lover! Unlike Frances’ lavishly furred pussey, Emma’s hair was neat and only grew over the mount. “Why, dear Emma, is it not just the plants you have been trimming!” I said.
“My dear, yes, I like to be clean and neat in all things, and as you grow older - for I see you have but little hair yet - you may want to follow the practice, for I regard it as most hygienic,” she said.
“Sweet Emma, you can never stop inculcating improving lessons!” I replied, delighting to see her pearly teeth as she laughed at my little jest. I rose to my feet and pressed my mouth to hers with ardour, darting my tongue between her lips and stroking her belly and breasts with my hands. Then my lips followed my hands and I once more kissed her fine bubbies, moving down across her belly towards her mons veneris and sweet pink gash. Delighting in the odours of her passion, I gently drew my tongue over her charming slit and to her clitoris. It was smaller than Frances’ yet Emma was in no way less passionate, for as she felt my tongue about her heated parts she trembled and sighed in the deepest ecstasy.
“Sweet little Beatrice, how nicely you do that, I could almost believe you quite the accomplished tribade,” she breathed.
“Ah, it is the promptings of nature that make me want to love you,” I said, preferring her to believe I was quite the innocent.
As I sucked and caressed her, I slid a one finger into her pussey, now flowing wet with passion, and then a second. “Oh, Beatrice, dear Beatrice, Bea, Bea,” she sighed, her fingers running through my hair as I continued to lick her.
“Ah, I am indeed a bee” said I, “and I shall gather your delicious nectar.”
I caressed her thus until she spent in delirium. Then, gently grasping my shoulders, she indicated I should withdraw from her cunt. I moved up to kiss her mouth anew, my lips wet with her spendings. We kissed for many minutes, tongues exploring every crevice of the other’s mouth, and as her saliva flowed freely I gladly swallowed it down.
“Now I must explore you more fully, lovely Beatrice,” said she, breaking our kiss and rolling me over so that I lay on the bed with her atop me. Emma darted her tongue into the hollow of my neck, before kissing her way down to my bubbies. She breathed in soft delight as she kissed one, then the other. “So beautiful” she said. “Translucent like the most delicate porcelain, snowy white, soft as cotton and ah, such sweet little pink nipples. Oh, my dear, I am quite in love with you.” Once more she pressed her lips on mine, and I opened my mouth wide as our tongues caressed.
“Where the Bee sucked, there suck I,” said she, breaking the kiss and once more caressing my bubbies with her tongue before positioning her head between my legs. “Oh the sweet flower!” said Emma as she gently thrust her tongue into my enraptured pussey. How I sighed with pleasure to feel here there, my dear governess who had been the object of my desires for so many weeks. Emma slid a finger into me, and, finding no resistance, said, “Little cat, I think you have been playing with this before now?”
I did not want her to think too badly of me and so, to maintain my façade of innocence, I told her that only recently had I become aware of new feelings arising in me. “Dear Emma, when you spanked me those weeks ago, ah, it gave me such a delicious all-over feverish feeling just where you have your tongue and finger. Seeking that feeling again, I began to play with my bedfellow Alice. She pushed a finger in me, just like you are doing now and I did the same for her. It hurt us at first but soon the pain passed off and we had only pleasure. And from that time on, oh, dear Emma, how I wanted you to do the same things to me!”
“Sweet Bea,” said she, rising from my pussey to kiss my lips, “Did you set out to seduce me today, little minx?”
I owned that I did.
“What we have done is very improper, my dear, though most delightful,” said she. “But should it be found out, I would have to leave the school.”
“Dear Emma, you may trust me. I have been dying with passion for you these past six weeks, but have I not been discreet in my little attentions? I have done nothing to excite gossip, but played only the little girl who likes her teacher and no more.”
“You are a little darling, Beatrice,” said she. “I am confident I can trust you to behave properly in class. But how shall you come here in the evenings without Alice wondering about your absence?”
“Alice knows my passion for you, dear Emma,” said I. “And she has conceived an affection for you too. Perhaps you would like to play with us both?”
The governess blushed a little at this, but the idea clearly excited her and she lowered her mouth once again to my cunney. “How sweet you taste, dear Bea” she said. “I shall make you spend, my love.”
“Let us try another way,” I said to her. Bidding her lie on the bed I turned upon her so that each could operate on the cunt of the other. I revelled in her sweet cunny, the little clitoris and neatly-trimmed hair. I inserted a finger in her, making her sigh, and then decided to vary the fun by spreading her buttocks apart so that I could kiss and lick her charming wrinkled pink bottom-hole. This new attack made her jump in delight. “Why, Beatrice, is this what you have been learning with Miss Marchmont?” said she.
“Caress me the same way, Emma, do,” I replied and in a moment felt her tongue playing around my smaller hole. “I shall put a finger in here,” I announced, wetting my index finger in her cunt and then sliding it into her rectum, “do you the same for me.” My willing lover obeyed and thus we soon brought each other to a delicious spend.
Climbing off her, I turned to lie in her arms, my head resting on her breasts. “What a lovely day you have given me,” she said. “And let me make a confession, dear Beatrice - you have always been one of my favourite young ladies.” So saying, she rose from the bed and went to a drawer. Opening it, she withdrew two sheets of paper and showed them to me; and to my surprise and delight I saw the obscene caricatures I had made when I was just seven years old.
“You had to be punished, dear, because these were very rude, yet they showed you had spirit. I know the flogging hurt you greatly, but how pretty your naked bottom looked as it reddened under the birch.” Turning me on my front, she began to kiss each buttock in turn. “And here now is your lovely bottom again” she said, spreading my buttocks apart and lovingly tonguing my anus. I sighed in delight and lifted my hips off the bed to give her access to my cunny, which she was not behindhand in giving a most delicious suck and fingering. She soon made me spend, and after a few luxurious kisses I repaid the favour to her, my busy tongue delighting in all her secret charms.
Emma then declared I should return to the main school building. “I will dress you, dearest Beatrice,” said she. “But first I must have a little memento of this day.” So saying, she took a pair of embroidery scissors from a workbasket and cut a few of the sparse hairs about my cunny. Taking a locket from her jewellery case, she placed the hairs inside. “There, my Beatrice, I shall wear this sometimes in class and you shall be reminded how dear you are to me.”
After she had dressed me, and brushed my hair, we walked together across the grounds. “And now you must become ‘Miss Pennington’ to me again,” I said.
“And once more you are Lady Beatrice,” she replied. “But I will not leave it long before I find the opportunity to take you to my bed again.”
Alice was quite the little curiosity box to know if I had been successful in my attempted seduction of the governess, and I took great delight in sharing every detail with her. “She even took a lock of my cunny hair as a keepsake, fancy that!” I told Alice. I also told her how I had suggested she join in the pleasure, which you can be sure excited the lecherous little girl.
Ah, how it thrilled me in class the following week to act the demure, polite student, attentive to my lessons, while in my mind I pictured Emma naked and writhing under my tongue. And how I smiled inwardly when one of the other girls said “Miss Pennington, what a nice new locket you have, is it a keepsake?”
The governess, the faintest of blushes on her face replied, “A lock of hair from a loved one, Miss Pandy, but attend to your books, there’s a good girl.”
Towards the end of that week I received another letter from Frances. I took myself off to a quiet corner of the grounds to read it, hoping it would be an account of Fred’s victory. I was not disappointed, Walter, as you will read.
Frances’ Second Letter
Beatrice, my little lover - the battle is done, Frederick has conquered all! And how sweet and delightful it was to be vanquished at the tip of his spear, so to say. My sweet girl, how right you were to counsel me to feign ignorance of his campaign, for it made the pleasure so much the greater.
Ah, you would have delighted to see how longingly he looked at me for all those weeks, the touches and caresses he took under the cover of his recuperation! It drove me to such a pitch of passion that at last I felt I had to provide an opening so that he might make the attack he so clearly wished to launch.
Old Adam, our coach driver, is a man of deep country wisdom and, one morning, he mentioned that though the day was thus far bright and clear, rain would come at around midday. I have seldom known him to be wrong about such matters, and I decided to use his foreknowledge to my advantage. I changed into a lighter cotton dress and bid Fred come for a walk shortly before noon. And, a very few minutes after we heard the bell strike the hour, the rain began just as Adam had promised. Fred manfully tried to walk me to shelter, but to no avail; we were both soaked. Dear Beatrice, how his eyes stared to see the contours of my body revealed by my wet clothes! Ah, and how delightfully his stiff pego was outlined in his damp breeches. The wicked boy made no attempt to hide his excitement, though I affected not to notice.
The next stage of my plan to invite his attack came the following day, when I feigned an ache in my shoulders from the recent soaking. Fred’s eyes positively glowed as he offered to knead me. I led him to my room, still playing the maternal role, and sat so that he could begin. What delight I felt as he undid my clothing somewhat to expose my shoulders! I showed some slight reluctance at this but did not stop him. It was not long before I felt his fingers - slow and careful as he could, no doubt hoping I should not notice - at the rest of the fastenings. And then, dear Beatrice, I felt him press his proud pego against me! How hot and hard it was, and how delightfully I felt its throb. It was all I could do not to turn and take him in my mouth; but keeping your wise words to mind, I simulated outrage. Fred’s blood was up, however, and he simply pressed against me the harder, pressing my breasts and kissing my neck.
No more feigning, dear heart! I turned to him and he pressed his mouth to mine, his tongue pushing past my lips. Gladly I took his pego in my hand, revelling in its stiffness (a stiffness I have not seen in his father’s pego for many years, dear Beatrice). I led him into my bedroom and had him lie down before taking his eager cock in my mouth. How he sighed and trembled at that! I could almost believe he had never had his penis sucked before had you not confirmed that he has indeed indulged in the most wicked behaviour with his sister.
It was but moments before I felt his pego swell in my mouth and his emission pour forth. What delight it gave me to swallow his seed - though the greater delight was his. He covered me in passionate kisses and then removed the rest of my clothing. How his eyes sparkled to see what lay between my legs. Applying his tongue to my cunny (already wet with the excitement of the encounter) he began to gamahuche me with the greatest skill. He brought me to a fine spend and then declared he would fuck me. And fuck me he did, most wonderfully! We cavorted in every position, and how glorious it was to see the noble shaft plunge into the maternal cunt. Ah, the power of youth and the ability to fuck, and fuck, and fuck once more.
Since that first sweet encounter the boy has been insatiable, and will not be satisfied but that he fucks me every day - an appetite I am certainly pleased to satisfy. Such torrents of sperm he has poured over my body, and in every orifice! I have had him in my mouth, cunt and bottom-hole and he is ready for any adventure at all with me. He has become an adept in all my godemiches - both as wielder and receiver.
So adept a lover is he, dear Beatrice, that I suspect he has indeed seduced his sister and on many an occasion. Perhaps you felt you should not admit this to me, my love, and I understand your discretion. But be assured the idea stimulates me, and when Alice returns next to the hall, I shall most assuredly induct her into the delights I am sharing with her brother. And you will enjoy being a part of that game, will you not, my dear one?
Write to me soon, dear girl, and tell me of your little adventures there. Of course I know the male sex is banned from the school - but do we not also both know well the pleasures one girl may take in another? So be free, my dear, and tell me of how you and Alice play together, and whatever intimacies you may take (or know of) among your fellow girls. Ah, any story, be it true and salacious!
A hundred kisses, dear Beatrice, all across your body -
Frances.
***
Gladly I wrote back to her, sharing some of the adventures I have mention here already, dear Walter, and some I have not - for you must not suppose Alice was my only lover; no, I spent many a night in another girl’s bed (as did Alice; there was never a shred of jealousy or possessiveness between us). One of my great delights was when a new girl came to the dormitory and I would open her eyes to the ways of the world. Some girls were willing lovers from the moment I slipped into their bed, but some had heads full of all sorts of moral strictures. That challenge always fired my blood the higher, and I would enlist the help of Alice and others to hold the victim down while I delighted in kissing and caressing her bubbies, bottom and cunny until I was satisfied and she had admitted that Venus was indeed a goddess to be most devoutly worshipped.
Once a new girl had been initiated into our ways of pleasure, she would be expected to give a full account of her erotic experiences or inclinations. This rite was a source of many salacious tales. Stories of incest were not at all rare, and several girls had fucked fathers or brothers - or been fucked by fathers or brothers, and not always willingly. Others confessed an unconsummated desire for family members, and in such cases we would urge the girl to act on the impulse, giving advice as to how best to do that.
I will recount one most memorable adventure that took place when I was about sixteen. A girl of twelve, Agnes Beechworth, had recently joined the school. She was such a pretty little thing that my blood was heated the first time I saw her. The very first night she arrived, I crept into her bed and made most free with her. She struggled and resisted at first, but I was four years older than her and her strength could not match mine. And you can be sure that it was not long before I silenced her struggles with use of my tongue and many other loving touches. When she woke the next morning, she was a confirmed tribade. Naturally our conversation soon became intimate, and she confessed to a desire for her brother, Jasper, just a year older than her.
This excited me greatly, and I decided to make it my task to bring the union about. Agnes told me that Jasper had often asked her what sort of tricks we girls got up to, for while he showed no desire for her he was (as any young boy embarking on Cythera’s path) most interested in other girls.
On my advice Agnes told him how I had seduced her soon after her arrival at the school, as well as of other tribadic delights that we indulged in, flitting from bed to bed. Alice and I had our little room to ourselves, but most of the other girls shared a large dormitory and Agnes painted the most appealing visions of girls dressing, undressing and playing for her brother. She described girls of eight or nine, still flat-chested and hairless, girls as they developed their little bubbies and grew hair, and older girls of sixteen and seventeen in their fuller maturity. All this, naturally, maddened the brother with erotic excitement.
The next step of my plan was for the boy to dress in his sister’s clothes and visit us in the guise of a girl - for of course no boy could be allowed into the dormitories, but a girl would be granted entry and might even stay overnight. Jasper jumped at this plan when Agnes unfolded it to him. As a local girl, their home was not very far away and so Agnes directed her brother to go into her room, select a set of her clothes, pack them in a valise and tell his parents he would spend the night with a friend from his school, something he had often done before. On the way to the school there was an abandoned cottage where he could change into her clothes. Agnes also counselled him to stuff some tissue into the bodice to mimic the swell of developing breasts.
I went with her for the rendezvous at the school gate, and I can tell you he was a most pretty and delicate boy, blushing sweetly to be out in public dressed as a girl lest his ruse be detected - but surely it would not be, so feminine and girlish did he appear. And indeed the gate porter, a Cerberus who would not let any male pass unchallenged, said, “Why, this must be your sister, Miss Beechworth, what a pretty young lady she is!”
“Is she not just perfect, Dosset?” I said to him. “She will stay tonight, so do pass the book so that I may sign her in.” Dosset did so, never even suspecting the little girl was not a girl at all.
Taking his hand in mine, I said “Now, dear Jasper, we shall call you Lily in front of the other girls and staff, for it is too early to retire to the privacy of the dormitories. First we must join the other girls for the evening meal, and you must remember your table manners or it will be noted.”
What a lark it was, to have Jasper sitting between me and Agnes, passing him off as her sister! His voice was delicate enough to pass as a girl, as long as he only talked a little, and the flush of excitement on his face to be surrounded by so many lively girls no doubt was interpreted merely as maiden shyness. Our repast was followed by evening chapel, and much was our amusement as we were lectured on the proper behaviour for virtuous young ladies.
My dear Miss Pennington was at the service and, noting my new friend as we left asked, “And who is this, Lady Beatrice?”
“Lily, this is our governess, Miss Pennington. Miss Pennington, Lily is Agnes’ older sister,” I said. “She will stay with us tonight.” Miss Pennington was quite convinced that Lily was indeed a girl - but how she laughed at the ruse when I revealed it to her some time later.
The service over, we were free to repair to the dorm, where we knew we would not be disturbed expect in the most exceptional circumstances. We had not revealed the secret to the other girls lest they should give the game away by their giggles, so you may imagine their surprise as we gaily stripped ‘Lily’ - ah, how fine and girlish his legs were in his sister’s stockings, and he had even donned a pair of her drawers! - some of the girls, indeed, screamed, since they were already naked and not expecting to see a hard little penis pop out as I eased down the drawers. Hands flew to cover exposed breasts and cunnies as Jasper gazed in awe at the glorious sights around him.
“Girls,” said I, “let us cease this modesty. We are all free here and we shall have a romp with Lily - who is really named Jasper. I know some of you Misses wish to remain virgin until you wed, but while I did induct some of you into our games against your will (though you like it now), I declare that tonight no one shall do anything except what pleases them.”
This somewhat reassured the more wary of my companions, and they gathered round Jasper to inspect him more closely. Ah, a dozen hands stroked and caressed his fair milk-white skin, and how his lovely cock stood up proud at the erotic onslaught! He had just a few downy hairs about the root, and I went on my knees before him and took the lovely tool in my mouth making him sigh in delight.
“Oh, dear Beatrice, no one has ever done that to me before - how delicious, how wonderful!” he said. Agnes was looking on with pleasure, though she had not yet touched her brother. “You will make me shoot, dear Beatrice!” Jasper moaned. At this, I took my mouth from his cock, for I did not want him to spend just yet. “Why did you stop?” asked he. “Your mouth was so warm and loving.”
“Why, because you are going to have a greater delight, dear boy,” said I. “You are going to have your first fuck!” His eyes sparkled at this and his cock jumped anew. “Lie on the bed, dear Jasper,” said I. The eager boy did so, and now came the next part of the game - Alice placed a pillow over his eyes, saying, “Dear boy, we shall have a game, and you must guess if it is Beatrice who mounts you or another girl.”
Of course this was just a ruse to bring about the grand goal, that Agnes should fuck her brother, and be the first girl to do so. While Alice moistened Jasper’s shaft well with spittle, I performed the same service on Agnes’ little cunny, which my tongue knew well from many previous encounters. I had also somewhat eased the way by using a small godemiche on her I had prevailed upon Frances to give me about a year before.
Agnes then climbed up on to the bed, arranging herself over her brother’s straining cock. Alice held his little tool while Agnes slowly lowered herself onto him. He gasped in delight to feel his cock being sheathed by a cunny for the first time. With a small sigh of discomfort, Agnes settled all the way down so that he was quite buried in her cunt. Then she leaned forward to kiss her brother, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. He willingly kissed her back, and what delight it gave the whole company to see the brother and sister play so. Already some of the other girls were kissing passionately, and fingers played about bubbies, pussies and bottoms.
“Well, sir!” said Alice to Jasper, “now tell me truly, is it Lady Beatrice you are fucking?”
“I do not know,” said he. “All I know it that it is most delicious and I would do it again and again if I could.”
At a signal from me, Alice now removed the pillow. What a surprise he had to see his own sister astride him! “Agnes!” he exclaimed. “It is you! Why, sister, what great pleasure you have given me!” She leaned forward again to kiss him, and he did not hesitate to plunge his tongue into her willing mouth. As they kissed, she worked her hips up and down upon him and in not many moments his back heaved as he spent within her.
“Did you not enjoy that, dear Jasper?” said Agnes.
“Oh, sister, I did indeed - if only I had known what pleasure we could have together long before this!”
“Brother, you may have this pleasure again whenever you like,” said she; and many times after brother and sister enjoyed each other to the full.
I secured dear Agnes’ now deflowered pussy for myself, licking up all her brother’s spend. This sight of this had Jasper’s cock standing stiff again. What a night we gave him! He fucked me, he fucked Alice, and he fucked Agnes again. Another girl, Isabel Pandy, grew so excited that she took his lovely cock into her bottom-hole, for she insisted that her maidenhead would be saved until her wedding night. Jasper fucked her bottom-hole with great delight, and as he did so I used my godemiche on his nether hole. After he had spent in Isabel’s bowels he was unable to find another cockstand, and so we ended our revel for the night, his sister insisting he share her bed. But a few hours of sleep recharged his powers, and as the sun rose so did his cock, for Agnes told me later that morning that not only did he once more fuck her pussey, but also he begged the honour to bugger her. “And he fucked my bottom-hole most delightfully, dear Beatrice, and how good it felt when he spurted into my bowels, so hot and exciting. My dear, I thank you for arranging this treat for me.”
When the rest of we girls got up, Jasper once more fucked Alice, whereafter I took him in my mouth and managed to coax one last emission from him. Then we took great delight in dressing him in his sister’s clothes once more, before escorting him to the main gate. Ah, what a fine night that was!
You will not be surprized to hear that Jasper was eager for a repeat of these delights, but I did not dare duplicate the ruse very often, lest any of the staff become suspicious. This greatly disappointed the eager boy, but as he was regularly able to find solace in the arms of his loving sister he accepted my decision.
I shall tell you about one more romp involving Jasper that took place some months later. He had persuaded Agnes to let him come to the dormitory one Friday evening, for he wanted to fuck me and Alice as well, and indeed the idea stimulated the sister – for, as she confided to me, she and he had fucked so many times that she wanted extra stimulation to provoke her desires, and the sight of her brother in the arms of another would provide it. We planned a grand orgie that night, and brother and sister should walk home together the next day. Jasper came as before, leaving his house in his own clothes and stopping to change on the way – for after all, what would his parents say should they find their son wearing their daughter’s clothes?
Again ‘Lily’ ate with me and Agnes, and attended chapel afterwards. But this time, of course, many of the girls were in on the secret, and so there were whispers, giggles and sidelong glances among them. Miss Pennington observed this. “Miss Beechworth,” said she to ‘Lily,’ “You have come to stay with your sister again, and you are welcome – but this time your presence seems the occasion of some excitement among my girls. I wonder what giddy nonsense might be in their heads!” However, Miss Birch then called Miss Pennington to her, and so the dangerous moment passed.
We had a most delightful romp in the dormitory. This time there were no screams of surprise or outbreaks of modesty; Agnes and Isabel took delight in stripping ‘Lily,’ turning her into Jasper once more, while the other girls were not behindhand in reducing themselves to a similar state of nudity.
Alice declared we would start the festivities by seeing brother fuck sister. Agnes rode a St. George on Jasper, and as brother and sister copulated the rest of the company caressed and kissed them – Isabel had her tongue in Agnes’ mouth, Clara Annesley brought her pussy to Jasper’s mouth, Harriet Legge worked a finger in Agnes’ bottom-hole, licking and kissing her shoulders and back the while – ah, and so many other kisses and touches I cannot describe it all! Jasper spent in his sister’s cunny in delight, and, withdrawing, Clara secured the girl’s quim for herself to lick up the spendings while Harriet took Jasper’s cock in her mouth and soon brought him to a new stand. Jasper then fucked Harriet, withdrawing to fire his emission across her belly and breasts. Cecily (whose surname I forget, perhaps because was not from one of the grander families like the other girls) applied her tongue to Harriet’s belly to lick up Jasper’s seed, and then applied herself to Harriet’s quim. How delightful it was to observe the tangled, writhing bodies! And when Isobel announced she needed to make water, Jasper begged to watch, placing his head close between the girl’s legs as she fired away. He licked up the golden drops about her cunny once she was done and found the action so delightful that he insisted the next girl needing to make water do so directly into his mouth. Clara volunteered for the duty and we girls looked on in great delight to see her golden piss splash about Jasper’s face as he eagerly swallowed as much of the hot liquid as he could. Before Jasper was quite fucked out, Isobel took him in her bottom-hole again; then the girls demanded to see him bugger his sister too.
After withdrawing from his sister’s loving arsehole, the satiated boy could not manage another cockstand but our play continued when Harriet observed him glancing at her discarded clothes. “Why, I do believe he likes wearing girls’ clothes!” said she, and so we decided to dress the boy in her garments. And indeed as we clothed him in Harriet’s delicate, perfumed attire, his cock did twitch a little back to life. “Sweet boy!” said Harriet, “You shall keep this pair of my drawers as a keepsake of me” – an offer that pleased Jasper very much.
When we had concluded our revels for the night, I took Jasper to sleep with me, while Alice shared Agnes’ bed. Towards dawn I was woken by Jasper’s tongue diving into my cunny. He was hard as marble again. “Dear Beatrice” he whispered to me, “it was you who arranged this wonderful erotic journey for me, and how well I love you for it!” He then reversed himself upon me so that I could suck his lovely cock while his tongue was about my pussey. He soon fired his tribute down my throat and I rewarded his actions with a gushing spend. His little cock barely softened at all, and he declared next he would try my cunt. Easing his penis into my cunny he fucked me well, spending in delight after several minutes’ thrusting.
Kissing me fondly he caressed my bubbies. “So much bigger than my sister’s” said he (for as I mentioned I was sixteen now, and nearly fully grown). “I have one more spend in me, dear Beatrice – may I deliver it in your bottom-hole?”
“Dear boy, much as I would like to, I am too tight there. Save your energies, and let us doze some more,” I said. “If you are willing to become Lily again tomorrow, I shall arrange some new erotic delights for you – how about that?” Ready for any adventure as he was, he agreed and we slept on until it was fully light.
Jasper once more donned his sister’s clothes (though wearing the drawers Harriet had given him, and begging Clara to lend him her stockings, which he had taken a fancy to) and we went down to breakfast. As usual, the local girls went home and the campus became somewhat quieter. Then Alice, Jasper, Agnes and I took a walk in the grounds. You can perhaps guess what my aim was, dear Walter – indeed, to bend our steps towards Miss Pennington’s residence. Alice and I would often spend Saturday or Sunday with her, and she had become quite secure in her confidence that we would not let the secret of our liaison come out. Though we had indeed kept it from the other girls, now I had to reveal our connection to Agnes and swear her to tell no-one. The girl agreed, already a flush of excitement on her face at the idea of Alice and I together with the governess and she herself operating on that glorious woman.
It was about 11 o’clock when I knocked on her door, my heart fluttering a little as I heard her footsteps approach, for I was still half in love with her. She was a little put out to see Alice and I had company, but she quickly hid her disappointment.
“Miss Agnes, Miss Lily” she greeted the newcomers. “Well, step inside, ladies, and we will drink a cup of chocolate, how about that?”
Miss Pennington made and served the chocolate and we sat and talked. She asked Lily why she did not attend the school as Agnes did and seemed a little taken aback that Lily barely replied – not knowing, of course, that Lily feared her voice would give her away as Jasper. “Dear girl, there is no need to be shy,” said she.
I decided it was time to initiate the pleasures I had come for. “Dear Emma,” I said, getting to my feet, “it is not shyness, and I will explain.”
Emma looked at me in surprise when I used her given name, because of course this was improper in polite company. She was a great deal more surprised when I walked up to her and kissed her on the lips.
“Beatrice!” said she, in some shock.
“Dearest Emma, do not be alarmed, for Agnes knows how it is between us and will not tell a soul. Let us all play together and you shall learn a delicious secret too,” I cajoled her. My words and my caresses of her body lit the spark of desire in her and she returned my kisses more warmly, her tongue darting into my mouth.
Alice, always the willing accomplice in my schemes, began to unclasp Emma’s clothing and soon we had her reduced to a glorious state of nudity. Agnes and Lily looked on in delight.
“You shall do more than look,” I said, beckoning them to me. “Agnes, you will pay homage to one of Emma’s lovely breasts and Lily will worship the other.” The eager children obeyed, and Emma sighed in pleasure and delight to have two new playthings at her whim. Emma tousled their heads as they caressed her bubbies and after a few moments Agnes, overcome with rising passion, said, “Dear Miss Pennington, oh, I must kiss you!” bringing her lips to those of the eager governess.
“Here you may call me Emma, little Agnes,” said she, tenderly returning the girl’s kisses.
“Lily, you kiss Emma too,” instructed Alice, and brother swapped place with sister, kissing the governess just as passionately. My own erotic feelings grew as I watched this display and I eased off my clothes, bidding Alice to follow my example. She did so, and then, sitting of the sofa, beckoned to Agnes to sit in her lap. Wrapping her arms round the pretty twelve-year-old, Alice kissed her deeply.
“Emma, do stand, dear, that Lily may ease you of the rest of your clothes,” said I. Emma did so, and Lily removed her remaining clothes, leaving her in just drawers. Eyes sparkling at the sight of the intimate apparel, it seemed to me Lily was almost more interested in the apparel than what lay beneath it. Sitting beside the boy, I gave him a loving kiss and then took off Emma’s drawers myself. “You like these, don’t you?” I asked. He nodded. I pressed them to his face and said, “Smell Emma’s sweet odour, is it not wonderful?” He moaned in delight. “And now, dear Lily, kiss the source of that odour.” The little boy leaned forward and began to suck and lick at Emma’s lovely cunny, which she still kept neatly trimmed (and indeed I had trimmed it for her just the previous week, as she had trimmed my hair in return.) The governess clearly enjoyed the ministrations of Lily’s tongue, and before long she spent under his caresses.
“We are all naked except for one,” said I. “Emma, I should like to see you undress Lily.” The governess beckoned Lily to stand in front of her, and, giving her a loving kiss, took hold of the hem of Lily’s dress and lifted it up over her head. And of course this quite gave the game away; the tissue stuffed into the bodice fell to the floor and Emma beheld a flat chest and Jasper’s eager cock poking stiff and hard against the fabric of his drawers.
“Why, you are not a girl at all!” she exclaimed in astonishment.
“Dear Emma, say good bye to Lily, and greet instead Jasper,” I said to her. “Jasper is Agnes’ older brother.”
“A boy into the dormitory!” she replied. “Beatrice, this wicked plan can only have come from your mind.” I owned that she was correct. “What dreadful romps did you get up to, a boy among the girls! I can only imagine.”
“It is a tale for another time, dear Emma, but believe me that the secret is safe. No one shall know what happened last night - or what will happen here today,” I said.
“Ah, Beatrice, what a temptress you are,” she replied. “But let us proceed with the game.” So saying, she sank to her knees and began to remove the stockings that Jasper still wore. “My dear, what a fine little girl you make,” said she. “And now for the last items, these pretty drawers, why, you will nearly poke a hole in them with your stiff little tool.” As she eased the final garment down, it caught the tip of his cock for a moment so that the stiff little instrument, when freed, bounced up and hit his belly with an audible slap. “What a lovely cock it is,” said Emma. “It has been a long time since I had a cock to play with, for here we are all girls.” She then kissed the ruby red tip of his eager little tool, running her tongue round the rim before engulphing the whole in her warm mouth. Jasper pressed his hands to her head in delight. Gently Emma stroked and squeezed his little scrotum, and even tickled his arsehole with a finger. With a gasp the boy stiffened, and shot his tribute. Emma’s eyes sparkled in delight as she swallowed down his offering.
“How bad you are, my sweet Beatrice,” she said to me. “If word should get out of but a fraction of your escapades, why, we should be ruined forever.”
I took her in my arms and kissed her lovingly. “Have no fear of that, beloved,” I told her. “As long as we observe the outward proprieties - and have we not always done that? - no one will dare to even think of scandal. But see - Jasper’s cock is already preparing for a fresh round of sport. Shall he fuck you, my dear?”
Despite our years of intimacy with each other, Emma blushed at my suggestion, but it was obvious the idea pleased her. I led her by the hand into the bedroom and had her lie on the bed. Jasper needed no further instruction, but arranged himself over Emma, his little cock ready to plunge into her cunt. Agnes took hold of his penis and guided him home, the sight of which clearly gave Emma a thrill - “Oh, to touch your brother so intimately, dear Agnes! Does it not shame you?”
“We do much more than touch, dear Emma,” replied the little girl, moving up to kiss Emma’s bubbies. “And soon you shall see how much we do.” The erotic implication of this excited Emma yet further, and she pulled Agnes to her lips and plunged her tongue into the little girl’s mouth while caressing her sweet little bubbies with her free hand. Jasper was eagerly thrusting his shaft in and out of Emma’s cunt and within moments he spent. Emma had not reached that peak yet, and so I bid Agnes to set about her pussy. The little girl gladly took on the task, laving the older woman’s cunt with her tongue and licking up her brother’s sperm as it trickled forth from the vermillion gash. Jasper took over the duty of kissing Emma and fondling her bubbies, and soon enough brother and sister, working together, brought the governess to the very summit of ecstasy.
When she had recovered from her spend a little, Emma gathered the two children in her arms and kissed each lovingly. Then, sending Jasper to Alice’s open arms, she sat Agnes on her knee and began to toy with her charming little bubbies. “How lovely these are!” she told the little girl. “Not even as big as Beatrice’s were when she seduced me - ah, there is something so delicious about little girls when the bubbies are just starting to grow!” So saying, the governess kissed and caressed Agnes’ snowy mounds, much to the little girl’s delight. “And such a sweet little cunny” continued Emma, “with nothing but the littlest hair on it, ah, I must indeed suck this pretty jewel.” Setting the girl to her feet and going down on her knees, the governess lapped at the sweet cleft, roving over the delicate, pink inner parts. Agnes pressed her hands to the governess’ head, as if indicating the older woman to devour all her childish charms. Soon Agnes gave down her liquor of love, much to Emma’s relish, whereafter the older woman once more sat on the sofa and cuddled her little lover in her arms.
Alice, meanwhile, was well occupied with Jasper, having sucked him back to new stiffness. The young boy was kissing her greedily, and delighting in her breasts, well-grown and womanly in comparison to his sister’s little bubbies. She was equally delighted with his slender and feminine body, toying with his delicate cock and balls and caressing his arsehole with a finger.
I kneeled on the floor by Emma, who still had Agnes on her knee, and took turns with the governess in kissing and petting the little girl. We soon worked her into a heightened state of desire, just as Alice was doing with her brother.
“Now for the pièce de résistance” I announced. “Brother shall fuck sister!” Emma gave a little gasp at this, a gasp of mixed horror and excitement. “Ah, dear Emma, you cannot tell me you were not aroused when you saw Agnes handle Jasper’s cock!” said I. Emma blushed but did not reply.
I took Agnes by the hand and laid her on the bed. “Jasper,” I said, “Do not keep your sister waiting, but fuck her at once.” Breaking off his kissing and fondling of Alice, the little boy padded over to the bed. Bending towards his sister, he kissed her most lovingly, his little cock growing, it seemed, even harder. He then shifted his attention to her delicate little bubbies, gently nipping and nibbling at each and making her sigh with pleasure.
Her was about to climb over her and enter her tight little cunny, but I had a sudden penchant to thrust my tongue in Agnes’ charming bottom-hole. Therefore I bid Jasper lie on the bed and placed his sister over him, reversed. Jasper began to lick and suck his sister’s pussy, while she took his cock in her mouth. As they pleasured each other, I knelt at the foot of the bed and placed my hands on Alice’s slender buttocks, parting them a little to give me access to the hidden treasure. This not only increased the girl’s pleasure, but also gave Jasper a most racy sight, for as he laved his sister’s cunny with his tongue he could see my tongue and then my finger playing about her bottom-hole. The siblings’ passions rose fast and in a trice Jasper was shooting a libation into his sister’s mouth.
Emma was observing these proceedings with the greatest delight, bringing her head close to Agnes’ as if to verify that she was indeed swallowing her brother’ sperm. As Jasper finished his spend, Emma lifted the little girl’s head and kissed her hungrily, licking up the few drops of balmy sperm that had escaped her lips and lay gleaming on her face.
“Brother and sister, I should not have thought it,” said she. “How very wrong, yet how very exciting.”
“I said you should see them fuck, dear Emma, and so you shall,” was my reply. I applied my mouth to Jasper’s now softened cock, and soon my talented tongue (and a finger in his lovely, tight bottom-hole) had him stiff again. Emma, meanwhile, had her tongue once more deep in Agnes’s pussy while Alice was kissing the little girl’s mouth and breasts. “Emma, give me your finger,” said Alice, taking it in her mouth and wetting it well. “Now, slide it in Agnes’ bottom-hole - she will like it, and so will you.” This was done, stoking the little girl’s passions to a new heat.
“We are ready,” I declared. “Jasper, now you shall fuck Agnes properly.” More than ready for the task, he lay over his sister and slid his ready penis into her waiting vagina. Again, Emma watched in delight, as if she was still unable to believe in the reality of the incestuous scene playing out before her. Once more, I applied a finger to Jasper’s fundament and with a bray he delivered up another fine emission into his sister’s pussey. Collapsing then onto her chest, he kissed her lovingly, panting from his exertions.
“Was that not a true delight, my Emma?” I asked.
“Ah, Beatrice, I fear you have quite corrupted me,” was her reply. “Never did I think the sight of incest could be anything other than revolting, yet seeing this pretty brother and sister in each other’s arms quite charmed me.”
Jasper, after all his exertions over the last night and day, was quite fucked out, and so I declared an end to our revels. We helped the children dress, and I carefully padded the bodice of the dress Jasper wore so that once more he should look like a little girl. Then we all walked to the gate, made our goodbyes to Agnes and ‘Lily’ (with Dosset looking on at this touching scene, all unaware of the truth) before I returned with Alice to Emma’s rooms for a more leisurely bout of loving.
Agnes, I may tell you, proved to be every bit as bold as I had been at her tender age. It occurred to my little girl that just as Jasper had become Lily, so too Agnes could become Frank. She conspired with her brother to dress as a boy and spend a night in his school. Of course with my more womanly figure I could not be a part of this revel, but through carefully tying a sash around her breasts she was easily able to disguise her sex. Yet just hearing the wild adventure from her lips proved delicious stimulation; she told me how she was surrounded by a dozen boys, cocks of such sizes and shapes, all in glorious stiffness; how she took each in mouth, cunny or bottom-hole, and how she ended up drenched in sperm and spending in such a frenzy, “Why, I thought I should faint, dear Beatrice.”
Walter, my Walter! Ah, my strength dwindles and I must bring my narrative to an end, even though there is much more I could write. If I had the power I would tell you in detail of the many other nights both Alice and I spent with Emma, how she loved to have one of us astride her face and one at her cunny, how she liked to see us operate on each other - and even how she liked to see us make water and suck up the drops. She made us tell her all our doing in the dormitory, and gloried in out intimate descriptions of the charms of the girls she taught, their secrets and penchants.
Our affair with Emma continued until I was mid-way through my sixteenth year, some few months after the revel I have described above. At about that time the father of one of the girls, a widower, became enamoured of her and proposed marriage. She accepted and both Alice and I attended the wedding. I still keep up a correspondence with my dear Emma (though I have not seen her for some years) and I may tell you her husband is among the best of men. She is truly happy, and I find a deal of pleasure and succour in that.
I could tell you too of glorious times at the hall, of grand orgies with Fred and Alice and Frances, and how that fine woman enjoyed loving both her children. I could write pages of how we initiated Lottie into our games and what a lecherous little maid she was.
But I fade, dear Walter, I fade; and here I must cease.
Believe that I love you, and when I am in my grave do not forget me!
Your Beatrice.
