Anonymous - Caroline

“The valet would enter my bedroom with the tray while Carrie fussed about me. It was unseemly, of course, yet I permitted it; such was the general air of comforting,” said Miriam, for it is best that I should let her be the narrator in great part. “Being attired only in my nightgown, I would sometimes feel his eyes dwelling on the prominences of my bosom. He would gaze at me gravely, as if with adoration, then retire. A sigh would accompany his exit, and then Carrie, too, would sigh.

“I asked her one day what ailed them and if they were not well enough treated, for the sighs became abundant.”

“'Madame-how can you say such? We cannot do enough for you. Perhaps it is unseemly to speak of affection between servants and Mistress, but we both adore you so. My most fervent prayer is that upon that sad day when I come to leave your service, I may kiss you once.'

“'Carrie, what a strange request!' I said. A vaguely uncomfortable and yet curious feeling seized me. So softly and in such an enamoured manner were the words put that I uttered no remonstrance as she sat upon the bed beside me and gave me an utterly winsome look as if to beg my pardon.

“I cannot help myself, Madame. Were I to kiss you now, would you dismiss me? Pray tell me?'

“My tongue seemed cloved to the roof of my mouth. It was the most astonishing question that had ever been put to me. I endeavoured to speak, but thereat she took the tray from across my lap where I sat in bed and deposited it on a table at the side without rising. Foolishly I thought her to be preparing for me to get up, but in the next instant her hand took hold of my hair at the back and with a horrified cry I felt my head being forced down into the pillow.

“'First I am going to kiss you and feel your breasts. Then I am going to have you,' she declared.

“I opened my mouth to shriek. That was evidently what she wished for. Her lips descended savagely on my own while her free hand thrust down inside my nightgown and began to fondle my naked bosom. Ah, how I heaved and struggled, but so strong was the impression of her mouth over my own that I could not escape it. Her tongue had the temerity to enter my mouth. While so doing, she drew out her hand, leaving my breasts tingling from her touch, thrust the bedclothes down to my ankles and then insinuated her fingers beneath the hem of my nightgown until they had reached first my thighs and then my…”

“Your cunny, darling-say it plain,” said Caroline, then urged her to go on.

“My cunny, yes. I bucked, I tried to kick. The wicked girl was on me like a tigress then. Scooping her black dress up, she fought her way between my flailing legs and brought her thing… her cunny… rubbing up to mine the while she seized my wrist and held them right above my head.

“I moaned her name and told her to get off or I would scream for Charlie.

“'Madam, if you do, I swear he'll come in with his trousers off,' she laughed and ground her oily lovelips fiercely then to mine, kissing my mouth, my nose, my eyes until I knew not whether it was day or night, whether I dreamed it or whether it was real. I knew myself to be succumbing and I hated it. The friction of her pubic hairs to mine excited me. I felt her button like a tiny bud against my own.

“I pleaded with her, sobbed, and worked my legs in vain. I tried to heave her off, but still she clung.

“'Give in to me,' she whispered.-'Never, no' said I, but already the sensations of this amourous combat had fired my veins against my will. My sobs grew weaker and I let her take my lips more easily. The moisture between our mouths, the flickerings of her tongue, excited me as did the rubbings of our most intimate parts, for Carrie-like most servants-wore no drawers. The girl was agile, twisting all about. Our cunnies oiled the more we writhed. I had a feeling in my belly then and in between my legs.

“'You see, it is nice!' she laughed upon my mouth, for one woman discerns the weakness of another quicker than a male.

“'No, no!' I moaned, but nothing would avail. She was full couched between my thighs and rubbed her stocking tops against my flesh.

“'Come — you are coming-so am I! she gasped. I was-and to my horror then I clasped my arms about her shoulders tight and moaned out words I never thought to speak. We gulped and sucked upon each other's lips. The desperate delicious crisis was upon us both. Melting we melted, spurting out our bliss. Then she rubbed on and made us come again, again, until I felt transported.”

“Dearest Miriam, had you not come before?” asked Adelaide, causing the lady to blush exceedingly.

“Oh yes, for I had been put to my trials in youth and had taken the penis and its spoutings then. Oh, I should not have said that!” Miriam cried and covered up her face.

“And pray, why not? Obedience when joined to pleasure is a lovesome thing. We too were jousted in our beds, the sheet rucked underneath our bottoms while our cunnies sucked upon the cock, my dear. Continue, do-you have not told us half of it,” said Caroline.

“The shame is mine. No sooner did we lie in palpitating wonder than I found myself again the receiver of Carrie's ardent caresses. Foolish woman that I was, I truly believed her to be enamoured of me and-as I must confess it-I delighted in her youth. Kneeling above me and casting off her dress, she brought me to remove my nightgown or rather, I should say, so ruffled it up that it was easily drawn over my head.

“'We must stop, Carrie,' I said weakly enough.

“'Why, dearest, we are only at beginnings. Lick my pussy now. Come, do it while I straddle you.'

“Such an idea had never entered my mind before, though the idea of congress with another female was of course not so obnoxious by then as otherwise it would have been. In a flash she had moved upwards over my prone body, her titties swinging as she did. I made to raise my arms to weakly fend her off, but with a laugh she pinned my forearms with her knees and said, 'Lie still!' Thereupon she caused her bottom to descend upon my face and squashed her cunny full over my mouth. I spluttered, kicked, but thus she held me, saying 'Lick-oh do! I love to have a tongue there-and yours is nice!' The lips of her honeypot were salty, oily, splurged upon my mouth. I whimpered, snuffled, then she reached back, slapped my thighs, and ordered me again to use my tongue. At the same time-maintaining one arm behind her back-she began to tickle up my quim. You see, I have a boldness now to use such words,” said Miriam and laughed and blushed.

“Go on, my dear. Words are but tokens,” Adelaide declared. The four of us were chez nous and in comfort then. Wine had been taken and we lolled at ease.

“I found myself, then, in that curious condition, which is not unknown to females, in which I both wished to escape and yet did not. I protruded my tongue and found her spot. Thereat, believing me to be then as free in my lewdness as she, Carrie raised herself an inch or so, the better that I could attend to her.

“'Yes, yes, — come on!' she panted, on and off-and I, her Mistress, was the obedient one! But then, on my horror, a footfall sounded and a voice was heard. That it was that of Charlie you have no need even to guess.

“'Ah, you have her ready,' he declared. I could not see, of course, but how I kicked and writhed in vain to throw her off!

“'Quickly, she is struggling again,' Carrie said.

“I had almost unhorsed her when he came on me. I felt his nakedness, his shirt upraised, the fearful prodding of his extended prick against my thigh! I screamed as best as I could scream, but of course she found her place again and muffled me.

“'What legs she has-what an arse-what lovely tits!' I heard, and then my legs were held beneath his arms and raised. His throbbing weapon came against my quim. My thighs were tightly held. I tried to beat my hands; my arms were pinned.