Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

In so saying, Letitia glared at Bella-the latter looking as demure as she could while Ethel pursed her lips and appeared to be about to dissolve in tears.

'Really, I do not understand anything at all', Bella declared, for the atmosphere was beginning to encroach upon her and things seemed not half as jolly as they had been at Edwina's.

'You should be the first to, Bella', admonished Letitia, quite forgetting that her niece could not possibly have known that Johnson had witnessed what he had.

'My dear!' interrupted Easton hastily.

'Well? Is it not so?' Letitia replied.

'My dear, Ethel is present', Easton said with a totally false front of propriety.

'I thought you had spoken to her?'

'About that?' Easton asked, raising his eyebrows while Bella and Ethel stared at one another and knew not whether to giggle or not.

'It is all getting very complicated, Easton. Let us discuss it upstairs'.

'Yes, my dear'. And therewith both solemnly advanced upstairs while Ethel and Bella-who now felt utterly conspiratorial by virtue of such intuitiveness as females possess-endeavoured in vain to hear what might be said. That privilege, if such it may be called, was not granted them, though, for Easton and Letitia kept their voices low in a muted argument that to the would-be listeners appeared to be interminable.

'I wish I knew what it was all about, Bella', said Ethel upon their tiptoeing back into the drawing room, having heard not a word.

'So do I', replied Bella glibly, for much as she wanted to tell Ethel all her news, she doubted her cousin's ability to retain such intelligence for long.

'I will inspect the school for myself, Letitia', Easton was saying at that juncture.

'Oh, you, yes, I'm sure you will', Letitia answered, feeling the argument slipping from her.

'Well, then, we both will, my dear. After all, we have rid ourselves of Miss Martin who, I understand, has had to borrow heavily in order to launch her hopes. And is Johnson truly to be believed? A man in rut will say many wild things, Letitia'.

'He was not in rut when he said it', she replied unguardedly, whereat Easton put on a gay laugh and asked, 'Oh, he had already come in you then?' this bringing a blush to his wife's cheeks.

'Really, do we have to talk about such things?' asked she, and Easton taking prompt advantage of this since the question left her more unprotected.

'While Ethel is absent, there will be no untoward interruptions to the little games I have promised you, Letitia', encouraged Easton, putting his arms around Letitia's waist as she turned her back on him.

'You are bribing me', Letitia muttered hanging her head, but uttering a little pleased murmur the while he palmed her heavy tits.

'Not at all, my pet, for there are advantages in such an arrangement for both of us. Have I not told you that? Did we not agree while Ethel all but watched me creaming you?'

'Oh, Easton, don't! Don't remind me of that!'

Even so, Letitia turned slowly in his arms, her bead remaining bowed. Easton waited patiently. There was acquiescence now in the yielding of her form. Finally there came the words he wished to near.

'You may do as you wish, Easton'.

'All is for the best. Let me apprise Ethel, for she is all agog to know'.

'Yes. You will continue to love me, will you not?”

'What a foolish question, my sweet. Besides, Ethel will cherish the company of girls of her own age'.

'I suppose', said Letitia still a little doubtfully. She disengaged herself, this allowing Easton to edge towards the door. A little hastily, she thought, and called out after him, 'I shall come with you to Miss Martin's!'

The deuce of it you will, Easton thought irritatedly, but men comforted himself in the knowledge that after one or two visits-when Miss Martin would undoubtedly assure the utmost propriety-Letitia would soon grow tired of doing so and would prefer the consolations she had been promised.

It was therefore with a gayer heart that he was able to convey to Ethel the news that she sought, this producing in the excited Miss such a reaction of pleasure that she jumped up and cast her arms about his neck. Hugging her to him in a scene of paternal affection such as is often innocently displayed, Easton found himself gazing at Bella whose seated posture was one of amusement and interest.

So much so, in fact, that Easton could almost swear that she actually winked at him.

'Tell your Mama how happy you are. She will be much comforted to hear it', uttered Easton who was well aware mat such would produce an interval of at least ten minutes during which he would be alone with Bella.

'Oh yes! You will take me, Papa, will you not, the first few rimes', Ethel wheedled.

'Indubitably, my dear, and your Mama is coming as well', Easton added to her faint disappointment, at which he patted her bottom prior to her skipping out of the room.

With the door closed, Bella continued to loll back and remained unmoving as Easton accomodated himself beside her on the couch. Inwardly her heart pounded much, but the tuition she had received at Edwina's and Caroline's hands now stood her well in such encounters.

'You have been naughty, I believe, Bella', said Easton, passing one hand around the back of her neck and tickling it affectionately.

'Have I?' responded she with what she deemed to be an air of mystery. Her facade broke for a moment, however, with the sudden sweeping of Easton's free hand up beneath her skirts. Unhesitatingly it groped her thighs, her ringing stocking tops and-forcing her not too reluctant legs apart- found her furry notch.-'It's n… naughty', stammered she, letting her head sink further back into a cushion.

'Open your legs more, Bella', commanded Easton.

'No! OH!' then came her squeal-though satisfactorily much suppressed. Moving the hand that had caressed her neck, Easton transferred it to her forehead and thus kept her mourn tilted up to his, levering her legs apart until they hung lax. Feeling his finger part her rolled lovelips, sweeping upwards to her spot which it delicately caressed, Bella gritted her teeth, pressed her hands momentarily against his shoulders in a feeble display of endeavouring to fend him off, and then whispered, 'It is you who made me naughty'.

'Be quiet, girl', murmured Easton, increasing the rotation of his fingertip around her perky clitoris until her hips began jerking in an agitated fashion. His mouth descended on hers, causing her juicy upper lip to roll back. A tremulous touching of their tongues ensued while Bella sighed into his mouth.

“They'll come down', she whispered, feeling well enough through their clothes the rising hardness of his cock as he lay half upon her. A muted 'OHE-WER!' escaped her with the gradual drawing up of her skirts until the ivory columns of her thighs were exposed and therewith the plump pouting of her muff. Her mouth open wide, Bella absorbed his tongue nevertheless and rolled her own wet one about it, though deliberately abstaining from feeling for his prick as Easton desired her to.

'I said, be quiet, Bella', he instructed, having an identical awareness that time was not on his side.

The oiliness of her slit was increasing with every stroke of his finger. Her eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, her breathing came faster. The little urging movements of her hips became the more impetuous. Her tongue blindly lapped his own until Easton knew that the ultimate moment of desire was almost upon her. Unbuttoning himself swiftly, he drew her warm palm around the throbbing stem of his manhood, the which Bella clasped with an enthusiasm he had never known before in her.

'Turn over now', Easton grunted, half rising from her.

'What doing? What are you doing?' moaned she, offering but the mildest of resistance upon being rolled on to her belly and thus exposing her glossy bottom to his eyes.