Part X

It was no easier to turn to the dear Willie or lovely Lucy, for neither could come to me at night (nor I go to them) since Mama had placed the servant in the corridor outside Fred’s room. The weather was rainy at this time, so I could not even have the pretext of a walk in the grounds to get Lucy or William alone. I do not mean to suggest, dear Beatrice, that I was wholly without libidinous opportunities, for when Lucy came to make up my bed the morning after you left, I prevailed upon her to turn up her skirts that I could revel in her glorious cunny and lick and suck her to a spend.

“Little mistress, how delightful to feel your tongue there,” said she. “And I must caress you in return, but let us be quick lest I am missed.” I kissed her lovingly, my lips wet with the moisture that had escaped from her, as she put me upon my bed and dived her tongue into my waiting cunt, even sliding a finger into my bottom-hole for extra stimulation. In moments I came to a glorious spend, and after a little more of kissing and petting, Lucy adjusted her clothes and returned to her more legitimate duties. “What a shame you cannot join our little sessions in Mr. William’s pantry,” said the maid as she left. “For I do so love to see his pego filling your sweet little cunny.”

Reflecting on Lucy’s words, a fine idea came to me. Of course I could not go into the pantry by the legitimate entry, for that would surely be observed. But you will remember, dear Beatrice, that I told you there is a half-glass door that used to open onto the passage behind the pantry. Ah, peeping through that door first initiated me into the mysteries of love, as I saw Willie shoving his great thing into Lucy. Now it occurred to me that if Willie could open that door, why, I might have access to his pantry unobserved; and should and of the other staff knock, I would have time to hide myself in the passageway.

I put this idea to Willie later that day and you may be sure his eyes sparkled with the delight of it. “Why, Miss Alice, how could I have been such a blockhead as to not think of that myself! It shall be done and then we shall have some fine adventures together.”

The key to the door had long been lost but Willie, ingenious with his hands, disassembled the lock, removed the bolt, and then replaced the housing so that nothing should appear to be amiss. Applying a little sweet oil to the hinges to ensure silence, my secret ingress was complete. As he told me of his operations his pego began to swell in his trousers at the thought of being able to enjoy me and Lucy.

The next day dawned clear and bright and, after breakfast, I told Mama (and sometimes I found it hard to look at her without blushing, thinking of her full breasts and sweet cunt under her clothing) I was going to a ramble in the park, so that I should not be missed.

I then hurried to the entrance to the passageway, which I was pleased to find Willie had cleaned, so that I should not be marked by dirt or dust. As agreed with Willie I waited until he brought the silverware from breakfast into the pantry, accompanied by Lucy, and locked the door behind him.

Stepping out from behind the door, I jumped into William’s arms, locking my legs about his waist. He placed his hands under my bottom to support me as we kissed eagerly, his tongue diving into my mouth. Lucy, meanwhile, dropped to her knees to unbutton his rapidly stiffening cock. She applied her mouth to the noble shaft and William and I continued to tangle tongues.

“Let us make Alice naked,” said Lucy. “I want to see your lovely cock filling her, William.” No sooner said than done; William lifted my dress off over my head and sat me, naked but for boots and stockings, on the edge of his accounting desk. “Prepare the way,” he told Lucy, and she anointed my cunny with copious saliva before placing the head of his rigid cock at the mouth of my waiting cunt. With a gentle shove he slid inside me to the base of his pego, thereupon beginning the delicious in and out movements that would rapidly bring me to the peak of ecstasy. Lucy meanwhile stood up and began to kiss me and caress my bubbies.

I was so deliciously exited, dear Beatrice, and William’s pego seemed to fill me more than ever before. He grunted and began to spend, withdrawing his lovely penis to spout his seed over my belly and breasts. Seeing the pearly liquor splatter my body, I too spent in ecstasy.

But my pleasure turned to panic as my mother’s voice was heard outside - “William, are you in your pantry?” Alarmed, William hurriedly buttoned himself up as I scurried into the corridor and pulled the door shut behind me. Lucy placed herself at the hot sink and began washing the cutlery from breakfast, as William went to unlock the door. But before he could get there, my mother’s hand was upon the handle. When the butler let her in she asked why the door had been locked.

“Simply so that I may not be disturbed as I count the plate, mistress,” said he. “But I shall leave it unlocked in the future.”

“No, do as you please, William,” said she, any suspicions that may have arisen in her mind apparently allayed by the butler’s words. “I merely wished to speak with Lucy - Lucy, Alice has told me how much she likes you as her maid, and I wish to thank you for your service. She told me she was a little cold and you got into bed with her. I hope she is not too much trouble?”

“Thank-you, mistress,” said Lucy with a curtsey. “Miss Alice is no trouble at all. Indeed she is very good to me, and it was a pleasure to warm her.”

Mama thanked the maid once more, and left. Ah, Beatrice, the fact I was looking on unbeknownst to her through my little peephole, the butler’s sperm over my body, was greatly exciting to me - as too was the double meaning to Lucy’s words that it was a pleasure to warm me. If Mama knew just how Lucy had warmed me - ah, how wrong she was to believe me the innocent!

After Mama had left, William quietly locked the door again and I stepped out from my hiding place. The sight of my naked, soiled body somewhat revivified the erotic mood that had dissipated with my mother’s appearance. “Let me see you fuck Lucy, dear William, for surely my mother will not return,” I said. The butler was hesitant, but after my nimble fingers had released his pego once more and I had brought him to a stand with my mouth, he was ready and randy to fuck the maid. I directed his cock to her willing, gaping cunt, caressing her clitoris with my finger as he moved in and out of her.

“I want to see you put it in her bottom-hole,” I told Willie. He lifted her up onto the desk where he had fucked me, and canted up her legs well. Placing his prick, well lubricated by her cunny, against her smaller hole, he pushed past the elastic sphincter. Lucy gasped a little to feel him enter her, but my finger playing about her cunny soon lifted her passions high. “That’s it, my William, fuck her bottom-hole” I whispered. Then, kissing Lucy and running my tongue in her ear I said, “How does it feel, dear Lucy, to have Willie in your bottom-hole? Is it not the most delicious thing to be buggered?”

“Oh, Miss Alice, I see Willie has been teaching you to use dreadful words, just as he likes,” panted the maid. “It is so rude!”

I kissed her once more with passion, and between the sight of our tangling lips and tongues and that of his cock invading her bottom-hole, he soon groaned and began to spend. “Can you feel him shooting in your bowels, darling Lucy?” I whispered to the maid. “Is that not the most delicious clyster?”

“Oh, Miss Alice, next time it shall be your bottom-hole he outrages,” said the maid as the butler withdrew his soiled penis from her, a trickle of sperm flowing from her as he did so.

“Now, let us dress you before we are disturbed again,” said William. He and Lucy helped me on with my discarded clothes, giving me many a tickle and caress as they did so. Once dressed, I gave each of them a loving kiss, and departed through my secret entrance. I then did indeed take a long walk through the grounds, so as to keep up the fiction, during which I cogitated on how I might be able to enjoy my dear brother’s intimate caresses.

Alice’s exciting story pleased me greatly, and I had been idly toying with my cunny as she spoke. She was heated too, and was ready for a romp. “Let us embrace, dear Beatrice, but first I will make water,” said she. Indulging my growing letch, I declared I should watch her, and I placed my head close to her belly so that I could watch the golden flow.

“Now you shall watch me piss,” I declared, trading places with me. As I fired away she ran her fingers in the steam, enjoying the feeling of the warm piss running over her fingers. When I finished she even licked the golden drops remaining on my pussey.

“What a lovely new way to play,” she breathed, flushed with erotic excitement. “Come to the bed and let us love each other.”

Gladly doing so, I took her in my arms and we kissed lovingly, our tenderness giving way to hotter passion as we explored each other. No matter how many times I saw her naked, Alice always aroused me, and I delighted in gamahuching her sweet cunny. After we had made one another spend in ecstasy, each with a finger in the other’s posterior, Alice murmured that she would go on with her story the following night and we drifted into sleep, still in each other’s arms.

I was not very attentive to my lessons the following day, looking forward to more of her salacious tale, and I earned a reprimand from Miss Pennington, who called me to the front. She bent me across her lap, and administered a dozen blows with the rod. I told you before, Walter, how dreadfully I was birched aged just seven years old when I drew those caricatures of her. But this time the punishment was gentle and, as it seemed to me, designed not to chastise me but, rather, just to draw the blood in that direction. Indeed, her hand on me was more caressing than minatory, and she even gave my bottom a fond, delicate squeeze at the end of the chastisement.

As I rose to go back to my seat, I noted a flush on her face. I said previously that Miss Pennington was a rather crabbed and severe old girl of five-and-thirty, but that was the judgment of a callow child. I was a young woman now, and, moreover, had tasted the delights of love with an older woman in the arms of Alice’s mother. My bottom glowing warm and in a state of heightened arousal, Miss Pennington no longer seemed old to me - truly, the very opposite! I ‘received sight forthwith, and arose, and was baptized’ into a new understanding. I resolved that either alone or with the help of my Alice, I should seduce Miss Pennington.

If my strength holds, dear Walter, I shall recount my victory over her. As I think on that dear creature (as now she appears in my memory) I recall those caricatures I made of her - one showing her sitting on a chamber utensil, and the other of her easing herself in a field - it occurs to me that even at the tender age of seven the seeds of some of my future passions and letches were present. But my narrative is long already, and I grow weak; I cannot promise this tale. Ah, alas that so many memories and experiences shall pass with me into the grave!

Getting back to my desk, I could see Alice was stimulated by the sight of me being birched and that in turn made her neglect her work. “What! You too, Miss Marchmont?” said Miss Penn. “Mend your ways, girl, or your also shall be birched!” Perhaps Alice would have enjoyed that rather than the opposite, and I suspect the threat just made her blood boil all the more. The hours passed but slowly for the both of us until at last we were in our private little chamber again.