Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

Indeed, she could be almost insolent.-'Do you like this?' she had asked him in a thoroughly detached manner while he was doing such, endeavouring to stir her into a torrid embrace.

'Do you not?' he had rejoined, but her ensuing silence was totally of a different quality to that which Letitia had so recently been musing on. It was a silence of indifference,-'Do you only like other women?' Easton wished to ask her many times, but pride prevented him from doing so. He had become forced to treat the matter lightly even though he thought with certain longing of Miss Martin as a 'superb fuck'. She was certainly a divine tease.

'My father was in all actuality a distressed clergyman', she had told Easton two years before, and but moments after he had tickled up her cunny-plump and well-thatched as it was-without producing even the faintest glow in her eyes.

'Though not through lack of money, presumably', Easton had said tartly.

A taunting smile had appeared on the young woman's lips at that. Such lightning thoughts and intuitions as passed between the pair in those seconds were in all effect mirror images to one another.

'Perhaps not', she had replied archly, leaving Easton to grimace while she then floated away from his presence. That she was also obviously a confidante of his wife disturbed him. There were things he knew nothing of-words spoken that he never heard. A confluence of females was a frightful thing, and yet was necessary to his little plans at times-as now, with Kate.

And Kate (thanks to a modicum of opium which had been mixed in with a drink she had been given) slept. Awakening and rubbing her eyes-astounded to find herself in a luxurious boudoir-she saw a girl of her own age sitting smiling near the foot of the bed.

'I am Ethel', said the nymph around whose nubile form floated a pink peignoir and nothing else-oddly enough to Kate's gaze-save for a pair of white stockings with pink garters. She extended her hand in royal fashion, and so much so (finding herself, as she deemed, among 'nobs') that Kate took the wavering fingertips and kissed them, as she thought was proper to do.-'Oh, that's nice! May I come in with you?' asked Ethel.

Before a surprised and naked Kate could stir, the girl had cast off her peignoir which floated lazily to the floor, clambered up and slipped between the sheets so that her belly came warmly against Kate's hip.

'Are you going to stay?' Ethel asked hopefully, laying one small hand on Kate's smooth tummy.

'No, I got to go 'ome', Kate replied. She wanted to push Ethel's hand away, but it would seem rude to do so. Fingers plucked idly beneath the sheet at her crinkly pubic curls, making her start.

'Oh, sorry!' came a merry laugh from Ethel whose hand nevertheless inched under Kate's Venus mound which she found deliciously oily.-'I will tickle you instead, shall I?' she asked rhetorically and commenced to do so with some expertise while looping her free arm under Kate's knees to draw her down on her back.

'Oh, Miss!' Kate panted while Ethel's secretive fingertip found her spot and circled it.

'Yes, it's nice, isn't it', breathed Ethel whose first 'adventure' this was, for Bella was always first, but she had fallen asleep, and Bella was jealous of her-Ethel was sure of that. Her mirror told her she was prettier, even though she had several inches to go in several circular directions before she attained to Bella's more ripened form.

'Miss, I got to get up', Kate protested, though Ethel- who had only had one little lesson, and that in secret, from Mary-could feel Kate's legs yielding.

'No you haven't-don't be a sillikins. I'm not very heavy, you'll see-look!' Ethel said and then rolled full length upon Kate so that their titties, their tummies and their quims were pressed together.

'OOOH-WER!' Kate gasped, but the sound was immediately smothered as Ethel's sweet lips captured her own and the pouting lips of her cunny began rubbing squishily against Kate's. Frenetically-and quite forgetting her 'place'-Kate beat upon Ethel's shoulders before she succumbed. Her arms fell and a little whimper issued from her lips that passed like a tiny cloud into Ethel's mouth where it was received as a murmur of assent.

Ethel it was, though, whose peak of excitement preceded Kate's. Her arms wound themselves around Kate's neck, her lips blurring all over the flushed girl's face.

'I'm going to, I'm going to… ' chirped Ethel excitedly rubbing her bush to Kate's. It was then that Kate's eyes, too, began to dim, and the lovely creamy sensation again invaded her tummy. Drawing her knees up, she returned Ethel's embrace, kicking the bedclothes down as if such an encumbrance were too much for their slim, writhing forms.

'Yeh-hessss!' Kate gasped, for she knew now what Ethel meant.

But so, too, did Easton who had decided to see how Kate was faring and-having got rid of Letitia-was quietly opening the bedroom door when such sounds as he was not totally unacquainted with came to his ears. Even, in their bubbling states, had the girls wished to disentangle themselves, they would not have time to do so.

The first part of the vision that met Easton's eyes was the delectable rump of his daughter's bottom, her legs, and Kate's legs. With the full opening of the door a little howl of despair came from both girls, but one too late to save them.

Striding forward rapidly, Easton encircled Ethel's slim waist with one strong arm and lifted her all but clear of Kate. The upper part of Ethel's shapely form then flopped downwards so that her mouth came in contact again with Kate's while the broad palm of her father's hand came into much more decided and very stinging contact with Ethel's bare nether cheeks.

'NO-WOH-WOH-WOH!' Ethel sobbed, for no sooner had Easton's hand bounced off from her pert apple than it descended again to draw a deeper shade of pink to the lustrous surface of her tightly-cleft bum.

Never having indulged in such a thing before, Easton began positively to enjoy it. Ethel's bottom felt warm, rubbery, silky and deliciously bouncy all at once. Such deep stinging as he conveyed through her pert posterior made itself felt in less measure, but agreeably, in his palm, so he spanked her yet again, this time bringing a quite peculiar, howling moan from Ethel who had in any event been on the point of coming.

'NOOOOO!' she gasped into Kate's would-be evasive mouth. Ethel's toes, scrabbling on the twisted sheet behind her, curled as an explosive delight made itself felt within her cunny and around her little erect clitoris. Such a fine and continuous spray did she issue, in fact, that Kate distinctly felt its warm rain on her tummy. Indeed, even Easton sensed there was something 'amiss', for his newly-raised hand failed to descend again while a soft and seductive mewing sound issued from Ethel who, released, slumped on Kate and then rolled hastily away, finding herself on the opposite side of the bed to that where her peignoir lay coiled on the carpet.

'Go to your room, Ethel!' thundered Easton who, in the process of the quick, bottom-spanking moments, had found that his virility had returned in full, and with astonishing speed.

Coyly endeavouring to cover both her bobbing titties and her cunny, Ethel got off the bed bent double, besieged as she was by the dual sensations at front and back. A single touch of a finger at her button would make her come again; she knew that. Skipping awkwardly round the end of the bed, she picked up her peignoir under Easton's eyes and grabbed it up before her, her nipples quivering pinky-brown on the jiggling gourds of her titties.

'P… P… Papa!' she stammered.

'I said… ' Easton gulped and stopped, aware that Ethel's eyes had dropped for a moment to a certain prominent part of his person, concealed though it was.-'I said, go to your room. I will attend on you later', he uttered, gathering himself.