Anonymous - A Stately English Mansion

'Steady now, Kate, you are almost dry', the housekeeper murmured. Taking both of Kate's wrists, she drew them behind the girl's back, holding her firmly.

A quiver of apprehension ran through Kate the while that her wrists were gripped by the encircling fingers of Miss Martin's left hand. Her breasts, her armpits, her neck were dried, and then her back and bottom. Only then did Mary drop the towel and, to a squeak of surprise from Kate, suddenly burrowed her face up between the girl's legs until her open mouth touched the scented haven of Kate's lovelips and the tip of her tongue snaked out to pan the delicate petals.

'GOOOO!' Kate choked. Unable to step back, she felt herself pressed by the housekeeper on to that luring tongue-tip the while that Mary passed both her hands upwards and sprang Kate's tight bottom cheeks apart. Both feeling and then seeing the movement, Miss Martin immediately stroked the middle finger of her free hand around the ridged rosette that Mary had thus exposed, bringing a gasping 'No!' from Kate who sought haplessly to free herself.

'Yes, my lovely, let us see what you are made of, Miss Martin breathed, her own cheeks flushed in the secretive, scented atmosphere. A thin squeak emanated from Kate as the enquiring finger burrowed in her most intimate aperture while at the same time Mary licked steady around Kate's lovebud which had begun to quiver up under the titillation.

'Ah, NO!' Kate whimpered. Miss Martin's finger had entered her bottomhole up to the knuckle and was moving easily back and forth after the warmth and soapiness of the bath had prepared an unknowing Kate for the lascivious embraces in which she found herself.-'HAH! HOOO! Please!' she begged. Feeling her wrists released, she hoped to seek freedom, but the hand which had held her there now came up beneath her chin, twisting her neck so that her wobbling mouth was brought under that of Miss Martin. Again caught by surprise-and on the point of feeling her belly melting luxuriously-Kate's mouth was open, permitting the entry therein of a long, rolling tongue.

'PMFFFF!' spluttered Kate, but withal she only faintly resisted. Her knees flexed in a momentary weakness, allowing Mary to lick her more avariciously.

'She's a-coming on, Miss Martin-I think she is'.

'Good. I have her. Push her legs open more', breathed Miss Martin, licking all around the comers of Kate's lips.

'THOOOO!' Kate gasped. The bathroom floor seemed to ripple under her bare feet. Rockets were exploding in her tummy. A richness she had never known before spread in undulating waves through her body.

'Come, Kate, come-let us see your worth', Miss Martin breathed into the girl's mouth.

'She's got her legs open. Cock-ready this one-you can feel she is', came wetly from Mary.

'NOOOO!' Kate moaned, but it was too late. Her eyes were dimming, her tummy melting. In a moment of helpless abandon, her tongue rolled against the housekeeper's, and then came her first creamy spurts into the waiting mouth below while-unknown to her-two brown eyes peered through peepholes from an adjoining bedroom.

'They have had her first', grumbled Bella whose twenty-three years lay with maturing ripeness upon her. Attired in a grey silk chemise, grey stockings with pink garters, and a pair of white, lace-legged split drawers, she reached behind her and thrust Easton's hand away as he sought to caress the bulbous beauty of her half-exposed nether globe.- 'You spoil it', she pouted, observing Kate's languorous collapse.

'Is she good?' Easton asked softly. His fingers returned, this time unimpeded, moving around the satiny orb whose furrow was faintly gingery in tone where the creamy half-moons inrolled.

'You will like her. I want her first; I wanted her first', Bella said moodily. She turned, allowing his hand to pass around beneath her luxuriant bush where her rolled lips were moist and oily. For a moment she hissed in her breath through her proud nostrils as her lovemouth parted, then once more she smacked the seeking hand away and threw herself petulantly down on her adjoining bed to which Easton followed her, casting himself almost beside her with his calves over the side.

Bella's ivory thighs looked plumper in a position of repose and he adored caressing them above her stocking tops. He adored, too, the petulant look on Bella's face while she permitted his tentative caresses, keeping her face strained away from his own.

'There were faces all about her like pale petals when she fell', Easton said.

'What?' Bella asked in an irritated tone. 'You can't work me up; you know you mustn't. No, don't!' she insisted, face still averted, while he sought simultaneously to reach her mouth with his. Her thighs clamped together, trapping his errant fingers in the course of their insinuating journey towards her nest. Withdrawing them in the slow manner of drawing a cork from a bottle, Easton tickled the plump Venus mound that her split drawers revealed, but received no response. Bella lay placid but cautious. Her tongue was Mary's tongue-or she wished it had been.

'She might come up', Bella said suddenly, referring to Letitia.

'No', Easton replied. This time he seized her chin and brought her full lips to just touch his own so that they mumbled together, words tickling against words.

'Might', Bella said as though she were conceding the possibility of his victory over her. As he shifted closer, so she felt the hugeness of his weapon thrumming through his trousers against her stockinged legs. Her eyes half closed at the intimate touch.

'We are on the brink. Are we not often, always, on the brink? Come, darling, part your legs. Love is a fluttering of wings, a body leaning closer in the dark', Easton murmured, misquoting a Roman poet whose name he had forgotten.

'Ain't dark, and you stop it; you know you can't. If you… OOOOH!' Bella gasped as an incautious slackening of her thighs permitted his finger to grope her button through the curls and soft folds of flesh.

At the first touch, her hips and bottom began to roll languorously, as Easton had expected they would. The warm cavern of Bella's mouth opened more to his seeking tongue. Blindly taking her hand, he drew it down to his expectant erection, and for one blissful moment her tapered fingertips touched the bulbous head which threatened to bore through his trousers. But then, to his intense frustration, Bella gathered herself and rolled out of their momentary embrace so that her legs swung over the opposite side of the bed, and she sat slumped, showing her back to him.

'How eccentric you are, Bella', Easton sighed.

'She said I mustn't', came a mumble, but the tone of his voice had relaxed her again. Unguarded against the sudden swinging of his body towards her from behind, she uttered no resistance as he knelt at her back, slid down the straps of her chemise and cupped his palms beneath the snowy hillocks of her tits, bringing a slow outbreaking from her sultry lips.

'How weighty they become-how delicious", Easton murmured, raining kisses on her alabaster neck.

'Are they?' Bella answered dreamily. She could feel electric sparks in her titties where his thumbs brushed the eager brown nipples which the excitement of watching the seduction of Kate had already made erect. A voluptuous drowsiness seized her as her gourds swelled beneath his caresses. Flushed, her face turned slowly to Easton's and she permitted his tongue to loll around her own.

'Ah, were it only my prick in your mouth, dearest', Easton mumbled.

'I know', Bella replied huskily. Little by little she lay back until his face hovered upside down over hers.

'Reach back-play with it', Easton begged, making frantic efforts to unleash his straining tool. At that, however, the bathroom door was heard to open and, though there could be no chance of their being seen, both released one another and sat up like two startled hares.