Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

Even so, Miss Martin knew from the extremely impressionable entry of her employer's penis in her cosy anus that there was no help for the situation. By the time she had gathered what wits she had left-and in the warm delirium of sprinkling Kate's lips with her divine effusion-Easton had embedded sufficient of his cock to maintain her stillness. Moreover, being an intuitive woman, she sensed that which Easton himself had given much thought to, which is to say, that Kate were best inducted by the closest possible vision of the pumping of another female. To holler out at such a moment might mean her dismissal, if not by Easton then Letitia-though in the latter's case for quite other reasons.

Truth to tell, Miss Martin also 'suffered' a certain pleasure at the renewal of a fleshy cork in her bottom, and in particular as she was experiencing that which she had certainly not enjoyed in the Vicarage long years before-and this being, of course, the simultaneous lapping of her lovemouth by another attractive female into whose own sticky bush Miss Martin's mouth was buried.

Hence, while the slow realisation came to Kate of where Mr. Sherwood's penis was burying itself, Miss Martin's quim ground even more insistently on her cream-flecked mouth, thus smothering her and keeping her suitably quiet.

With some three inches of stout prick already invading her rimmed hole, Miss Martin dipped her back more, as she had originally been taught to do, and thus presented a perfect 'ball' of a bottom to Easton's endeavours, her pubic curls rubbing all over Kate's nose.

Easton breathed out a cautious but satisfied 'AH!' as he remorselessly and yet not without delicatesse entered his penis fully into the tightly-enclosing channel, whereat Kate naturally felt his balls swinging against her forehead. For a moment indeed-netted by astonishment as she was-her tongue ceased to provide that which Miss Martin most desired.

'Oh, Kate, please-yes!' grimaced Miss Martin whose long-unattended bottom was only just adjusting itself to being so powerfully cleft. Her hips moved fretfully, but Easton-being fully sheathed-kept her so in a rapture of disbelief on his part that he had attained a desired goal. For the rest, however (and one must remark on that gentleman's skill and tact in such a moment), he remained quiet, relying upon Miss Martin to provide the chorus. Indeed, he gave his embedded prick a little jerk as though to encourage her to do so, which hint she by instinct received. Her face slipped upwards a little from between Kate's lax, open thighs, and a moan escaped her. Had it been dissembled-had it been analysed and explained, as it were-one would have had cause to think that it arose in part from pleasure and in equal part from her resentment of that pleasure. That it was a soft cry, and one that outwardly betokened desire, pleased Easton who thereupon commenced working his stout pestle back and forth between her warm, sumptuous cheeks.

Dearly he wished to cry out 'Yes!', but it was for his voluptuous victim to play that part and thus impress upon Kate that naught but ecstasy obtained.

'Oh Kate, your tongue, too!' murmured Miss Martin then in perfect response to Easton's silent wishes. The 'too' was quite perfect, indicating that all three were, or should be, in amourous unison, Easton told himself happily.

'PMFFFF!' Kate spluttered for Miss Martin's lovelips were again grinding her parted lips as purposefully as were the lady's seemingly ardent cheeks into Easton's belly. At each thrust her bottom smacked hard into him, so that Kate could be no other than aware that the lady was receiving a pleasurable due in that region of her shapely form.

'MMMPF!' groaned Easton in soft echoing of Kate's little explosion of breath, thereby underlining, as he hoped, the pleasure that all three were receiving.

'HO! HOOO! Oh YES!' Miss Martin sobbed. Her rear passage had already eased and-again to her faint annoyance-she was enjoying that which she had once persuaded herself that she thought of as a penance, or more primly (given her then youthful years) a worldly sin. Her cunnylips were also now moving suavely back and forth over Kate's mouth and nose, and the sensation was undoubtedly delightful. Squeezing up her eyes and uttering little animal moans, Miss Martin sprayed Kate anew while-by re-using her own agile tongue-she caused the girl to quiver in ecstasy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Miss Martin's round bottom sounded against Easton's hard belly, his cock slewing tightly in and out with the firmest of pumping actions that made her very toes tingle. Becoming possessed despite all her previous feelings about such matters, Miss Martin again raised the upper part of her body, but this time more so, straightening her arms until she was perfectly on all fours.

'Both of you together! HAAAAR-YES!' she gasped, thereby vocally making Kate even mote of an accomplice in the triple act.

'What delirium-what joys! Kate, dear, lick my balls!' croaked Easton who could no longer maintain his silence. Squirming back a little until her face emerged more from beneath Miss Martin's hips, Kate blindly obeyed. With each inward stroke his testicles swung like two round pendulums, but the occasional reaching of her tongue was exquisite.

'OOOH! Come, you brute-come in me!' moaned Miss Martin who regretted the frank outburst, but could no more hold her tongue man could Easton. Nor could he any longer delay the moment of supreme pleasure.

'You divine bitch!' he groaned. Miss Martin jerked forward at that moment, leaving his prick but half encased in her clenching grip, for in that wise she knew she would feel the first energetic spouts more strongly, the which she did. Having expelled them, Easton pressed in more tightly, causing her smooth round bum to rotate pleasurably into his stomach while he continued jetting out his effusion.

'Ah, you have come!' Miss Martin gritted as if in wonder.

'Right up your bottom, my love', rejoiced Easton with that unnecessary expression of the obvious such as rutting males are wont to produce-and, hearing all, Kate could not but feel that she herself had been bereft of the greater pleasure, astounding as the lewd act was to her. A few moments of agonised pleasure then passed as the interlocked pair remained still, savouring the exquisite tinglings and itchings of the aftermath. Then, not without regret, Easton withdrew his long cork and sank back upon his heels with a sigh.

There was much he wanted to say to Miss Martin in that moment, but a momentary exhaustion combined with a certain caution as to Kate's part in the little orgy-not to say also the silent and waiting presence along the corridor of Letitia-caused him to grope his way off the end of the bed and to retire with a fond if incomprehensible murmur to each.

As the bedroom door again closed, Miss Martin rolled off of Kate and lay upon her back with one arm thrown across her arms. Kate, too, lay still, for she had no idea of what she might be supposed to say. Lying reversed to one another as they were, Miss Martin's hand sought and clasped Kate's.

'That was divine, dear-thank you', she murmured, though it was not really Kate to whom her words were directed.

Happily, of course, for Kate, she thought otherwise and hence squeezed Miss Martin's hand in some wonderment.

Anonymous

A Stately English Mansion

If Miss Martin had undergone a transformation of sorts, so too had Letitia. Easton's murmured apologies, on rejoining her in bed, that he had dismissed Miss Martin from Kate's room and then availed himself of a drink neither persuaded her of their truth nor amused her. Contrariwise, she had toyed with herself to such effect in his absence that she had come several times and was exhausted. Hence, to Easton's relief, she pretended to be asleep, leaving him time to mull over the pleasures of Miss Martin's complete and surprising submission to his will.