Anonymous - Astrid Cane

'Lovely tits she's got, firm as melons. Tom. Oh, you devil, you're coming. I sees it in your face!'.

Tom indeed was. He had meant to last longer, but the luscious clinging of Astrid's cunt had overwhelmed his senses. He had never fucked a nicer one, though he wouldn't dare tell Alice that. A sporting girl she was, but liked to consider herself the best treat for him, and that was right and proper in Tom's eyes, since they were married. His neck muscles strained, his face became florid and pale by turns, his jaw sagged, and then with a rumbling groan he rammed his prick full in and gushed out his pleasure in long thick streams of sperm to the accompanying moans of Astrid who, gripping the thick root of flesh between heir lovelips, received every spurt and drop.

Limp in the arms of Tom, who had carried her effortlessly back to the house, Astrid was laid on the chaise longue in the drawing room, her eyes closed, lips parted.

'She fainted, Ma'am, I fear, after her second', he said apologetically.

'You fucked her twice?', Julia asked, arranging Astrid's legs neatly. 'You must be in good form today, Tom. Not an hour has passed as yet'.

Tom grinned. 'She's a rare good 'un, Ma'am, if I may so say. Tight as a drum but very accommodating. I would have had it up her bottom but the missus says as how I weren't to or you might take it bad'.

'That's right, Tom. Here's a guinea for your pains- and one for Alice. See that she gets it for I shall question her on her spending of it. Tell her to buy some new stockings and some smart boots for they might be needed when I have visitors'.

The manservant departed, Julia sat herself alongside Astrid and kissed her forehead, smoothing the damp hair back there from. 'We are alone, my dear, you need not dissimulate. It did no harm for you to pretend to swoon under Tom's assault, but I doubt not that you enjoyed it. Let me feel how well he has spermed you'.

'Oh, no!'. Affecting to make a quick recovery, Astrid was too slow to seize the hand that meandered up beneath her skirt and sought her crevice. Wrinkling her nose up with pleasure, Julia found there, as she expected, a fine thick oiling both of Tom's sperm and of Astrid's own excited spillings. Her drawers had evidently been kept by Alice as a trophy, a little matter in which Julia never interfered. Alice would no doubt be wearing them herself by the morrow, priding herself on the fact that she might well be the only female servant in the county to have any, for they are scarce considered necessary for the lower classes.

'Fared you well?', Julia laughed. She had not intended Astrid to be put to the cock so quickly, but now that events had forwarded the lovely young woman's progress, she was glad. At this, tears swam in Astrid's eyes and she reached up to cast her arms about Julia who cuddled her warmly. 'There, there, my pet, you have enjoyed one of the best. Feel no shame about it nor take it too badly that you were handled as you were. A good fuck becomes a girl of your beauty. You must not make anything of it that it was a servant. They are here to serve, are they not?'.

Astrid whimpered and pressed her hot face between Julia's magnificent tits. In truth, she had taken no real fear of the matter and had secretly enjoyed the steady pumping of Tom's prick in her cunt, which continued to throb excitingly. For an encore, she had been turned about on the bale on her back while Alice uncovered her titties and laid them bare to the ravaging of her tongue and lips the while that Tom recovered his forces. Truly, Alice had been quite gentle with her and had coaxed her to keep her stockinged legs open, saying-as Julia had now done-that there was no shame in the matter and that a lady such as she was well fitted to take as many mounts as possible.

Being then in a somewhat dreamy state, Astrid had ceased to struggle and lay with closed eyes while Alice apprised her of all manner of fuckings that the noble lady visitors to Hardcastle enjoyed. Pretending petulance and making it appear all the while that she was swooning, Astrid had listened and absorbed all.

'The Mistress whips me sometimes, Ma'am, and I likes it. It stirs me up nice for what I know I'm going to get. I has whipped some of the ladies, too, for their pleasure. Were that not Lady Dunnit I saw a-visiting today? She's a rare one, she is, and that nephew of hers will be of use to many, not least yourself, My Lady. Tom's pecker will be arising again soon. He loves to see young ladies lying afore him with their skirts up, their pretty stockings on, and their thighs spread for pleasure. My dad were the same. He would go at my bottom just to have a good look at me. I were proper daft then. He would give me a spanking and then raise his nightshirt to show off his cock to me, standing stiff up it always were. I never let him, though, which the Mistress says were my mistake because I could have had him at my will if I wanted. Now, Miss, just lie still 'cos Tom's a-ready to give you another poke'..

All this, and much more having been said breathlessly and without much pause, had given Astrid such thoughts as she had never previously entertained. So long as Julia now held and stroked her fondly, she felt comforted and willing to confess all that Julia drew from her.

'Of course, my pet, she would have had her father at her will, though this seemingly is beyond your understanding. I have told you oft but shall repeat it until you comprehend. It is the very basis of our power, Astrid. Pain and pleasure lie at the root of all as does a subtle understanding between females. Do you not prefer to kiss me, Astrid, than any other-than a male?'.

'Oh, yes!', Astrid replied fervently, for she knew this now to be true. Quite of her own accord she laid her face beneath Julia's and, extending her tongue, licked slowly along her mouth to the ineffable delight of her teacher.

'You wish me to lick it?', enquired Julia teasingly.

Astrid nodded, her eyes half-closed. It was as if suddenly a dam had broken in her mind and she kept her pink tongue peeping wantonly between her lips while hearing Julia ask what else she now wanted. 'Play with my cunt', Astrid pleaded softly, bringing a pleased laugh from her companion.

'Come, let us go to bed. We shall be better accommodated for the sport there'. So saying, Julia led her up, their arms about each other's waists. In but seconds, as it seemed, they had stripped to their stockings. Julia locked the door, averring that they wanted no interruptions. Warm in each other's arms they lay, teasing with their agile fingers each other's titties and bottoms and slits. 'What a marvel you are-my prize pupil!', said Julia. 'Lie on me, darling, rub your cunt against mine while I tell you all'.

'Oh, yes!', assented Astrid, whose bubbles then bulged onto Julia's, their sleek silky bellies working sensuously together while the lips of their cunts kissed and writhed together as did their mouths. Between kisses and tonguings and many a gasp of pleasure, Julia then began to lecture her.

'Let us suppose, Astrid, that you were once as Alice was. Your papa wishes to spank you for some supposed misdeed. Despite your blushes and your febrile struggles, he ups your skirt, removes your drawers, and views all your maidenly charms. Laid across his lap, his hand descends upon your blushing bottom-cheeks. You squeal, you sob, to no avail. Artful as he is, he fondles you slyly the while, cupping your cunny while your bottom is heated by repeated smacks. You absorb the heat, your hips wriggle, your sobs subside into moans. He knows well your condition and feels the stiffening of your nipples through your dress'.

Astrid hid her face in Julia's neck, laving the white skin with kisses and moving her hips in the most supple fashion as their tingling clitorises rubbed.

'But I could never have let Papa take my drawers off', she murmured.