Anonymous - Julie

“Sir Bertram, you are dreaming,” I whispered. At that he uttered a huge sigh and jerked his hips desiringly. Seeing that, I reached over, took Anthea's limp hand that was nearest to his hip and, raising it, laid it full upon his vigourously pulsing cock. Suzanne and Emily were silent, as I had told them to be. I wished Dorothy to remember no naughty words from us. My blood was up, I do confess. What a bizarre happening, and yet I wished it to be! In the eyes of Dorothy-which now and then were cunningly veiled by Suzanne, who raised the girl's lips to kiss her-I was but settling her parents-making them comfortable. Such a word then left my lips as I rarely use. Poising my face between their two heads, I murmured, “You may fuck together in your dream if you wish.” I must say that I scarce had need to add such a crudity! Anthea was already massaging her husband's prick. His was gathering up her skirt after his brief foray with my straining breasts. Moving back on my knees and concealing my movements from Dorothy, I loosed the straining buttons at the front of his trousers. A full banana of flesh thereupon sprang out. He groped blindly for me again, but I retracted my hips whereupon, finding his cock freed, he rolled upon his wife and with much grabbing and grunting bared her to her hips. I will not describe the act that followed, Caroline. It was not of the prettiest, nor the most exciting. It sufficed however for my purpose. Leaning against Suzanne and rocking all about in quite a fever of arousal, Dorothy was being caressed everywhere by the two. Her drawers had been deftly removed, and these I gathered up and tossed into the picnic basket. After all, we had finished eating! “Not too much,” I warned the girls, Suzanne's hand being busy under Dorothy's skirt and Emily having unbuttoned the girl's corsage to show the perfect young melons of her titties whose brown nipples were most suitably erect.

“Mmmmmm…!” Dorothy hummed betwixt kisses. Betwixt kisses also she took in sufficient of what was happening before her-over the grass-laid tablecloth, as it were-to answer several questions that might of late have been buzzing in her head. Certainly she saw the swollen cock and where its pleasure was. Even so, I was alert to all.

“Take Dorothy to the school and we will follow on,” said I, well knowing that the walk would clear the young girl's head before she was brought to say farewell to her parents. In this I was immediately obeyed. I am sure that they wanted to get the cherub on their own in any case! Even as they rose, Sir Bertram expelled his juice, which I knew by his groaning and the quivering of his buttocks. The pair lay enlaced and quiet. By the time they had aroused themselves and were once more conscious of the world, I too had gone out of their sight, no doubt leaving them in much wondering but also giving them time to repair themselves. I wandered only to the meadow's edge, in fact, and there concealed myself, watching, with an amusement by no means tinged with malice, their endeavours to regain a state of decency Then I reappeared. Fortunately they did not see me at first, but upon their doing so I waved and came upon them, making all appearances of being breathless. “The girls decided to walk back while you slept. I accompanied them part of the way. Are you well rested now? It was the sun, the wine, and the journey, you know,” I said with much sympathy on my face while then unconcernedly kneeling to pack up the picnic basket. “Eh? What? Yes! Oh yes, Madam!” came from Sir Bertram, who, like his good wife, could not help but gaze down in great wonderment that he was all in one piece and covered up. My bland expression revealed, as it seemed to them, that all was normal and that each had enjoyed the most vivid of dreams.. Fortunate it was, I might say, that the lady had been revealed as wearing split drawers (so convenient for the toilet, and for other things), which had assisted their mutual efforts greatly! “The sun, the wine,”

Anthea repeated faintly and sought to tidy her hair. “Well, of course: I myself have fallen prey to both before now,” I replied in such a comforting tone that both almost looked pleased with themselves again. Recovering himself much, Sir Bertram then aided me in my packing of the picnic basket while his wife attended to her hair as best she could. I observed that the effects of my little potion still lasted, for he succeeded surreptitiously in caressing my bottom (as though by accident, of course) out of sight of his wife. Should I have given it the merest wriggle, or not? I decided on a middle course, which was to effect a movement of my hips that could have been taken one way or the other but which at the least bulged my warm cheeks into his palm for a moment. Naturally I maintained a placid look and averted my eyes from his! I then assisted Anthea in pinning-up her hair, which caused her to murmur in a pleased manner at my kindness. I was therefore “settled” in their eyes in two directions at once and Sir Bertram at least could look forward to such visits as he might wish to make to see how Dorothy was progressing. In so thinking, I counted upon their acceptance of my intended role in respect of their daughter and went out of my way to say tactfully that they might wish to take time to consider this. By that time my carriage had returned and we boarded it. “We-er-have no doubt that Dorothy will be in good hands,” Sir Bertram declared, mopping his brow while Anthea rubbed her thighs together still beneath her skirt and even cast me several winning looks! Naturally I was tempted to give them some more sport, but such would have been a little indiscreet, not to say dangerous, for the waves of passion had receded in them sufficiently to make any proposals of mine appear too obvious.

Declaring simply therefore that I would be delighted to take the very greatest care of her, all was settled. Paris beckoned them. They both still had a sufficient itch for the city which English people are pleased to think is more wicked than London! Within a short time they had departed, leaving Sir Bertram's cheque upon my desk. Dorothy had recovered from all the titillations she had received, though was still flushed. I regarded her, I might say, with some affection-and still do for she has become the veritable “mascot” of my establishment, and for several reasons. I have said that she is cherubic, which is true, for among all other things she is small of stature and deliciously well-proportioned with it. Her bubbies are firm and milky and her chubby derriere is a perfect delight. Such eyes she has, like pools of wonder, and a rosebud mouth to go with all!

Most fortunately her parents put down her slightly excited mood to her pleasure at being allowed to stay, in which respect all was very well indeed. Much as all the girls plainly adored her, I did not intend her to become their plaything. Not that there would have been anything malicious on their part (though they might have teased her overmuch), but I foresaw in some a not unnatural tendency to act towards her as I might do to them. To wit, she would acquire a confusing number of “teachers!” I therefore took her in with me, into the small bedroom immediately adjoining my own. Do I see a twinkle in your eye? You may quench it, you wretch! I have not been naughty with her at all save to cuddle her occasionally in my own warm bed and to give her a little tickle or two, which makes her sigh and cling to me.

I discovered very well that Suzanne and Emily had finger-teased her to distraction and talked to her of cocks and all such things. These little matters I also obtained from Dorothy herself while kissing her fondly and feeling her firm titties and all else. The girls were perfectly right to talk to her of such, I said, for she would learn more about them soon enough. “You have seen your Papas big thing.