Anonymous - Maude Cameron And Her Guardian

“ Oh, d… don’ t h- hurt me, s- sir,” she moaned as he carried her over to a leather- padded couch and laid her gently down, then clambered beside her, and with an arm under her shoulders, began to stroke her belly and thighs, whilst his lips savoringly kissed the turrets of those panting creamy breasts of hers which had excited such admiration that first time when she had paid the price for naughtiness in the linen closet with Charlene Davidson.

“ Of course I shan’ t hurt you, pet,” he murmured huskily, as he took one of her slim hands and guided it towards his rigid organ, forcing her to fondle and squeeze it as he sucked each of her turgifying nipple- buds in turn and further caressed her belly and the furry niche below it with his other hand till he perceived from the moistness his hand encountered that the shy and beautiful Miss Norah Byron was being drawn towards carnal pitch.

Now, his lips sealing hers to quiet any dissent, he mounted atop her and made her little hand guide his fierce weapon towards the secret sheath of her Venus, and in a moment was delved to the hilt within her tight chasm, causing the naked young beauty a near- crisis of tumultuous nerves and moans and sighs and cooing gasps. She linked her creamy arms round his neck, and, thus joined, Mr. Cameron and Norah Byron began a journeying to Cythera whose shores were lengthily reached and which at last brought the naked love- slave to the very brink of ecstasy. Her quaking rapture synchronized with his, and his molten gush inundated the tight passageway, drawing from her a wild cry of expiring bliss as he sank down on her heaving white bosom and gripped the squirming cheeks of her bottom, murmuring, “ Isn’ t this better than being birched, Norah darling?” to which the fainting girl moaned back, “ Ohh- ahh- oh, yes- yes, Mr. Cameron!”

Fondling and caressing the swooning naked girl, Mr. Cameron felt himself renewed in vigor, and this time cajoled the blushing Norah Byron to crouch on all fours on the couch, whilst with the tip of a forefinger he titillated the lodestone of her very being.

Wriggling captiously, Norah moaned her pleasure, swiftly forgetting her innate shyness under the powerful onus of his masterful lovemaking, and before long her furious waves of desire began to mount, manifesting themselves in convulsive lurchings of her creamy buttocks and the twitching of those soft moist pink labia which peeped through the thicket of dark brown lovecurls at the apex of her trembling thighs. The contrast of her black silk hose and the creamy warm velvet- smoothness of her naked skin intoxicated Mr. Cameron, and he felt himself mammoth and replenished in vigor to the task of taking his place behind her, and, reaching to cup her pendant breasts, squeezing them deliciously as he probed to find the moist pink core of her body and inserting himself, whereupon with a single vigorous thrust he burrowed to the very end of his weapon in her scabbard. No longer passive, the naked brownette clenched her arms and thighs round her virile mature lover- master, and held to him for dear life as he foraged lingeringly in her love- citadel till once more her amorous tides were shatteringly swept up on the beach of bliss. And when at last Norah Byron crept out of his private chamber, her cheeks aglow and her bosom and thighs tingling from the after- glow of rapture, she was a determined convert to his ideology- which was to involve Miss Nancy Medbury in so critical and perilous a situation that she could not successful extricate herself from it…

That next morning, Mr. Cameron sent a message to Miss Nancy Medbury, asking if she might see her way clear to staying that evening till Saturday noon at the school, as he wished to discuss the possibility of her taking extra pupils for special tutelage, which would of course garner her more earnings. He had had, he intimated, requests from some of the parents to give their daughters or nieces special and private courses to help them catch up so they might go on to an accredited college after leaving his school. Miss Medbury sent back word by Alice that she would be willing to remain in Rushton, provided he could arrange transportation back to her home the next early afternoon.

She dined with him, Alice and Maude, and his conversation dealt entirely with the new arrangement- which was, to be sure, fictitious, his only purpose for having had her remain overnight at the end of the week being to entrap her, as we shall see.

Miss Nancy Medbury was extremely fetching in her black silk gown with lace fichu at her elegant rounded creamy throat, its bodice modestly cut over her highset, widely spaced round breasts, and its cut also lined the glories of her ample yet classically proportioned hips and contrastingly slender, supple waist, in the manner of the true Grecian amphora. This analogy, moreover, fitted Mr. Cameron’ s classical tastes exactly, because an amphora is a receptacle, and so, to his way of thinking, were all women.

The meal over, Mr. Cameron escorted Miss Medbury to the guest room on the first floor at the back near the kitchen, trusted that she would be comfortable and want for nothing, and then he and his nieces retired- to prepare the tragi- comic scene which was to be enacted for the purpose of victimizing the auburn- haired instructress into total capitulation to his lustful purposes.

At about eleven that night, when the house was quiet, a key turned in the lock of the front door, and Nora Byron tiptoed in, wearing a filmy silk nightie that descended to her lower calves, her slippers, and a sturdy coat which Mr. Cameron had lent her to keep off the chill. She made her way towards the guest room at the back, discarding the coat on an armchair in the living room, and crept to the door of the room occupied by Miss Medbury, who was fast asleep.

Maude, who had been posted as vigilant surveillante, espied Norah’ s entry and made her way to Mr. Cameron’ s private chambers to notify him that the stage was set and that it awaited but Miss Byron’ s signal to commence the dramatic mise- en- scene which would achieve the exact tableau that he would require in order to bring off his sly little coup.

Norah Byron crept towards the bed on which the auburn- haired beauty reposed, hoisted her nightie up above her waist, exposing the furry garland of her mount of Venus, and then stealthily crept into bed beside the sleeping young woman. Maude waited at the top of the stairs.

Presently Nancy Medbury sighed and turned slowly over till she faced the breathless Norah. Tentatively, in her torpor, she put out a hand and encountered Norah’ s creamy bare thigh, and this was the exact instant that Norah let out a cry of “ Oh please don’ t do that to me, Miss Medbury, I’ m a good girl, I wouldn’ t dare to be so shameless! Please!”

Roused by this unexpected noisy clamor, Nancy Medbury blinked her eyes, then uttered a gasp and sat up. “ What’ s the meaning of this? Who are you?” she gasped indignantly.

“ Keep away- oh, you oughtn’ t to have told me to come here to your bed, Miss Medbury,” Norah was an amateur actress but her enthusiasm made up for her deficiencies in emotional depth portrayal. She shrank back, fending off the pretended “ advances” of her instructress with a trembling hand. “ Please let me go back to the dormitory!”

At this exact instant, the lights were turned on by Maude, who wore her dressing gown over her nightie, and Nancy Medbury blanched with horror to see Charles Cameron and Alice standing there on the threshold staring at her with grave accusation in their eyes.

“ What is the meaning of this, Miss Medbury?” Charles Cameron sternly demanded. Arms folded across his chest, he looked the very portrait of the righteous avenging angel, handsome and sober in suspended judgment over the flagrant errors of a mortal with feet of clay. In dressing robe over nightshirt and slippers, he managed to fulfill, to the astounded, confused and scarlet- visaged auburnhaired instructress- who wore a filmy nightgown which, though lowering to her ankles, nonetheless was nearly diaphanous- the role of patriarchal arbiter.