Anonymous: The Way Of A Man With A Maid

Before Lady Betty could reply, Connie appeared, naked save for shoes and stockings. She went straight up to Molly, threw her arms round the shrinking girl and passionately kissed her flushed face, gently rubbing her breasts against Molly’s and murmuring: ‘Oh, you darling!… oh, you sweet thing!’ Then she slipped behind Molly and gently seized her lovely breasts.

‘Don’t, Mrs Blunt!’ shrieked Molly, turning and twisting herself agitatedly. Just then Alice emerged, and seeing how Connie was amusing herself, she quickly slipped behind Lady Betty and caught hold of her huge breasts and began to squeeze and handle them in a way that drew cries from Lady Betty. It was delicious to watch the mother and the daughter writhing and wriggling but I did not want their cunts touched yet by the girls and so appeared on the scene with Fanny, whom I had refrained with difficulty from fucking when she exposed herself naked in my alcove.

‘Stop, darlings!’ I commanded, and reluctantly Connie and Alice obeyed. Under my instructions they pushed the padded music bench under the skylight-then we released Lady Betty’s wrists from the pulleys and forced her on to her back on the bench, where I held her down while Alice and Connie and Fanny fastened first her arms and then her legs to the longitudinal bars of the bench, in fact trussed her like a fowl, her arms and legs being on each side of the bench, her knees being separated by the full width, thus exposing her cunt to our attack!

Having thus fixed the mother, we turned our attention to her trembling daughter. We placed a chair in a position to command a view of Lady Betty; I seated myself on it, and the girls then dragged Molly to me and forced her on to my knees with her back to me. While I held her firmly, they drew her arms backwards and made them fast to the sides of the chair-then seizing her delicate ankles they forced her legs apart and tied them to the chair legs. In short they tied Molly on to the chair as she sat in my lap, thereby placing her breasts and cunt at my disposal and in easy reach of my hands.

It is needless to say that this was not effected without the most desperate resistance on the part of Lady Betty and Molly. The former struggled like a tigress, till we got her down on the bench, while Molly had really to be carried and placed on my knees. But now, both were satisfactorily fixed, and nervously awaited their fate, their bosoms panting and heaving with their desperate exertions.

‘Now, my darlings, Lady Betty is at your disposal!’ I said with a cruel smile, ‘I’ll take charge of Molly! My pet,’ I added as the girls hastily arranged among themselves how to deal with Lady Betty, ‘I’ll try and make you comprehend what your mother from time to time is feeling!’

‘Let me have charge of Lady Betty’s breasts,’ cried Connie.

‘Excellent!’ cried Alice, ‘Fanny and I want her cunt between us! Now your ladyship,’ she added as Fanny knelt between Lady Betty’s legs and Connie, stationing herself by her shoulders, greedily seized Lady Betty’s breasts in her little hands, ‘you’re not to spend till we give you leave!’-and kneeling down between Connie and Fanny and opposite the object of her admiration, she placed her hands on the forest of hair and while Fanny’s fingers attacked Lady Betty’s crack, Alice proceeded to play with Lady Betty’s cunt.

‘Oh, my God! stop!’ yelled the unhappy lady as her breasts and private parts thus became the prey of the now excited girls.

‘Mother! oh mother!’ shrieked Molly at the sight of her naked mother being thus tortured. Just then I gently seized Molly’s breasts. ‘Don’t Jack!’ she screamed, agitating herself on my lap, her plump bottom moving deliciously on my thighs and stimulating my prick to wild erection. Molly’s breasts were simply luscious, and I handled them delightedly as I watched her mother’s agonies and listened to her cries.

Steadily and remorselessly, Connie’s hands worked Lady Betty’s breasts, squeezing, kneading, stroking, pulling and even pinching them; she simply revelled in the touch of Lady Betty’s ripe flesh, and while she faithfully attended to the duties committed to her, she delightedly watched Alice and Fanny as they played with Lady Betty’s cunt. Every now and then they would change positions, Alice then devoting herself to the gaping orifice itself, while Fanny played with the hairs; it was while they were thus dividing the duty that Alice suddenly rose and fetched the box of feathers.

Connie’s eyes glittered delightedly as Fanny lent herself to Alice’s caprice by carefully parting the dense mass that clustered on Lady Betty’s cunt and thus clearing the way for the feather. With a finger on each side of the pouting slit, she kept the curling hairs back-then Alice, poising her hand daintily brought the tip of the feather along the tender lips. A fearful shriek burst from Lady Betty, followed by another, and another, as Alice continued to tickle Lady Betty’s cunt, now passing the feather along the slit itself, now inside, now gently touching the clitoris! Every muscle in Lady Betty’s body seemed to be exerting itself to break her fastenings and escape from the terribly subtle torture that was being so skilfully administered to her; she wriggled her hips and bottom in the most extraordinary way, seeing how tightly we had fastened her, then she would arch herself upwards, contorting herself frantically and disturbing Connie’s grasp of her breasts-all the time shrieking almost inarticulate prayers for mercy. It was a wonderful sight-a fine voluptuous woman naked being tortured by three pretty girls also naked-and my lust surged wildly in me.

So far I had confined my attentions to Molly’s delicious breasts so that Molly should not have her attention too much distracted from her mother by her own sensations; she was wild with grief and terror at the sight of the cruel indignities and tortures being inflicted on her naked and helpless mother, and with flushed face and horrified eyes she followed every movement. But when she saw the feather applied to her mother’s cunt and heard her fearful shrieks and witnessed her desperate struggles, she completely lost her head. ‘Mother, dear!… oh! my darling!… stop them, Jack!… stop, Alice, you’re killing her!… oh my God, stop!…’ she yelled as she desperately endeavoured to get loose and go to her mother’s help, and I really had to hold her tightly to me lest she should hurt herself in her frantic efforts. But it was now full time for me to intervene, for Lady Betty was fast being driven into madness by the terrible tickling of so sensitive a part of herself; so I called out to Alice, who reluctantly stopped, Connie and Fanny at the same time ceasing their attentions.

‘Oh-h-h!’ moaned Lady Betty with evident heartfelt relief as she turned her head unconsciously towards us, her eyes half closed, her lips slightly parted. The three girls gloatingly watched her in silence, while I soothed poor Molly; and before long both Lady Betty and her daughter regained comparative command of themselves.

I intercepted an interrogating glance from Lady Betty to her daughter as if seeking to learn what had happened to the latter. I thought it as well to answer. ‘Molly is all right, Lady Betty, she was so interested in watching you that I haven’t done more than play with her breasts; but now that you are going to have a rest and can watch her, we’ll proceed!’ And I slid my right hand down to Molly’s virgin cunt.

‘Oh!’ she shrieked, utterly upset by the sensation of a male hand on her tender organ.

‘No, Jack, don’t!’ cried Lady Betty, again made herself by the horrible sight. Promptly the three girls crowded round me to watch Molly, taking care not to interfere with Lady Betty’s view of her daughter.