Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

As may have been surmised by the thoughtful peruser of this account, Letitia herself was a comely woman who was finely balanced between that which she conceived as 'propriety' and that into which she could be stirred by lascivious thoughts and actions. In this respect, her mind was akin to a seesaw which sometimes came to rest level and at other times swung up or down in favour of amourous pursuits.

In respect of the latter, she was always finally dutiful to Easton, the which he much appreciated. The role of Miss Martin was understood but never directly discussed between them. Easton well suspected that Letitia's breasts and thighs had met Miss Martin's several times in his absence, for he had secretively slipped into both their rooms upon his return and found one or other of the lower sheets of the bed ruffled, though the upper bedclothes had been neatly restored.

As to the part that Johnson played in their strange affairs, Easton said nothing of it directly until Kate had written her note and was, as he deemed, settled. Lying abed with Letitia, who had hopefully removed her nightgown, he caressed her suavely and very slowly in the manner she most liked, sucking upon her nipples and toying lightly amid the rolled lips of her cunny.

'Has he a big cock?' Easton asked, having motives other than Letitia imagined.

'Who?' she asked dreamily and evasively, for her promise to 'tell him' several days before had, as ever, evaporated.

'A long thick juicy one', said Easton in words that he knew would excite her.

'I know not of whom you speak', Letitia averred while sleeking her tongue into his mouth and caressing his extended penis. Her large breasts rolled against his own bared chest, making her nipples bum to his skin.-'Oh, it is naughty-you let him do it to me', she murmured in a contradiction of excitement.

'You needs be furrowed thoroughly, my sweet, just as you were… '

He was about to refer to her wedding day, as both knew, but at that (and much as Easton had hoped), the creaking of a floorboard was heard beyond, whereat he disengaged himself from the beginnings of what Letitia had hoped would be a torrid embrace, and sat up.

'By jove, that was Kate's door wherein someone just entered', he said, for the sound had been followed by another which indeed suggested such.

'Dearest, lie down again with me. No doubt it is Miss Martin, assuring herself that Kate is asleep', Letitia said, pulling upon his arm.

'Or Bella, perhaps', replied Easton with some daring, for he had long wished to inject such a remark into their conversations.

'Bella? Oh, then if it is, it is but to cuddle Kate, I expect', urged Letitia who of deliberation veiled some things from herself.

'A cuddle between naked girls, my dear?' Easton asked, casting himself again upon her palpitating, eager form so that his extended penis thrummed merrily on her soft belly.

'Yeh-ess', whispered Letitia who, in the thrall of the moment and the silence of the night, would not-as Easton well knew-remain entirely unexcited by such a thought.

'Do you think they kiss with tongues while they cuddle?'

'Easton, dear do not. How improper! Oh, put it in! I expect they but murmur, whisper as girls do. You must not say such things of… OOOH!'

Easton had inserted his knob between the puffy lips of Letitia's quim at that moment, causing her to draw both her legs up in desire in order to allow him a more easy and luscious entry into the spongy depths of her honeypot. Indeed, the pulsing weapon slewed smoothly within her welcoming channel and rammed itself to the full the while that Easton pressed upon her shoulders and so held her otherwise immobile in a posture of submission that Letitia thoroughly enjoyed unless-as on some occasions-she played St George and rode up and down upon his prick while he lay supine.

'Be still, woman, and be quiet', hissed Easton in a tone of voice which he knew she would obey, for in marking all women as desirous of being thoroughly submissive at times, Easton was perfectly correct. If not all, then there are few who do not at times enjoy such a game, and play the fretful and awed girl that once they were when put to cock.

Letitia wanted to ask 'What?', but remained dutifully mute. His prick was unmoving in her, and she moved her heavy buttocks hopefully, but still Easton did not stir.

'I must see what is to do', he muttered and to her utmost dismay drew out his already wettened penis from her desiring slot so that Letitia uttered a wailing, 'Oh no!'

'Be still and wait, my pet', responded Easton who was happily aware now that with that teasing entry of his tool, Letitia would commence to toy with herself for sufficiently long to allow him a reasonable absence. She would not rise from the bed in apprehension of what she might see. Such was a little quirk of Letitia's nature that he relied upon. Stirring from the bed and casting on his nightgown, to further and much muted pleading from Letitia, he waved at her dim form disarmingly and slipped out of the room, closing the door firmly behind him.

In the dim light, all the perceivable bedroom doors were closed and hence he could not be certain whether he would encounter Bella or Miss Martin in Kate's room. The former would be preferable, but she might squeal rather loudly and alarm Kate, to wit, which was what he did not want. The latter-ah-was different. At the worst she would be cool and quiet.

Devious is as devious does, and in the few days since Kate had arrived, Easton had purposefully oiled the knob, the hinges and the lock of her door, as might be said-en passant-that he had with Bella's and Ethel's door, the last-named's being one of afterthought following the unexpectedly enervating spanking she had received.

Thus he was enabled to enter Kate's room soundlessly, his bare feet creating no disturbance upon the carpet. The occupants of the bed were even more busy than on his previous, memorable entry, and from his rapid observation, Kate appeared to more advanced than on that recent occasion, for Miss Martin-delectably naked-was upon her in that position which French people refer to as 'soixante-neuf', or sixty-nine. Her face was buried deep between Kate's thighs while the latter, in equal measure, was receiving the creamy squirming of Miss Martin's honeypot over her mouth.

As soundlessly as he had entered, but realising that each second counted lest there was to be an uproar such as Letitia might not appreciate, Easton glided around to the end of the double bed and, raising his nightgown (which he had donned only for the sake of seeming propriety in front of his wife), rose smoothly upon the bed behind Kate's head and presented his ready corker to the well-poised bottom of Miss Martin.

In a trice, indeed, he parted the noble cheeks of her flawless derriere and offered up his knob to her rimmed nether bole. A muffled gasp escaped her at the lewd contact, but Easton offered her no time to decide upon the matter. A 'GLOB!' of surprise came from Kate who had felt the increased weight on the bed and, by rolling her eyes backwards, could just perceive two trunklike thighs, the dim stem of a swollen penis, and the balls which hung weightily beneath. In the same moment, Easton clamped his left hand upon the nape of Miss Martin's neck and ringed his arm beneath her waist.

A thin, muffled squeal escaped Miss Martin, but no more than that. Despite her latter-day sojourns on the Isle of Lesbos, it was not the first time that her luscious derriere had been put to the cock, though the last occasion had been more than twelve years ago.

After having had her bottom well worked in the quiet confines of a Vicarage during her girlhood, she had vowed never again to receive the 'ruderies' of the male and had absconded, thus leaving the Rev Richard Martin considerably distressed that he could no longer exercise her.