Part IV

I was listening to this tale with delight, one finger in my little cunny and one hand on Mr. William’s shaft, now fully restored to hard glory.

‘Let us fuck once more, sweet Beatrice,’ said he to me. ‘Then we must make our way back to the Hall. And I will tell you the rest of this story another time.’

Nothing loth, I stooped my head to his lovely cock, taking the fine purple head between my lips. Once I had thoroughly wetted the shaft with my spittle, I had him lie down and climbed atop his raging pego. Holding its head to my slit, I eased down on him. Oh! The feeling of a cock filling my cunny, what better sensation is there? Once again he put a finger to my arsehole, adding to my stimulation. I should say that he did later wish to bugger me, and I had every inclination to let him; but I was too tight there and the pain was so great that he desisted. Indeed it was not until some years later, my wedding night with Crim-Con, that I first received a cock in my nether hole. You shall read about that glorious debauch later in this memoir, my dear Walter.

As I rode the delighted butler our passions and cries of ecstasy rose; I nipped him most deliciously with my cunny and it did not take long for the inevitable end. Hot spurts of semen erupted into my willing vagina, and I spent too. I fell forward on his chest, breathless and satisfied.

Once we had somewhat recovered ourselves, Mr. William suggested I take a dip in the lake, for it would not do to return with the signs of passion about me. I told him I would do so, and that I needed to make water so he should not look at me.

‘Indeed I will look at you, dear Beatrice, for seeing a girl piss is a delight to a man,’ said he. Notwithstanding the abandon of our glorious fuck and all that I had seen and experienced, I had never made water in front of another. Willie had to cajole me, but after I all loved him so well I could not help but want to please him.

‘Very well then, I will do it here and you may watch’ I told him. I squatted and closed my eyes, willing the flow to start. It was not easy, pissing in front of another, but after a few moments the flow started. Willie lay down close to my spouting cunny, evident delight in his eyes. He even took the empty champagne glass I had been drinking from and placed it under the dwindling flow. He not only then licked the drops of piss up from my cunny but also drank the piss in the glass! I was astonished at the time but in the years since then I have often indulged in such pleasures, both pissing on lovers of either sex and being pissed on in return. Indeed, later on, when I had maids of my own (Patty and Annie, of whom you will hear more anon) our hottest frolics would sometimes end with me directing the girls to empty their bladders all over me. How I loved to drink their piss, gurgling fresh from their little cunnies. And of course there was nothing for it but that they must drink my hot urine in return. But as a little girl of th*****n, I knew nothing of these revels and I wondered greatly at Mr. William’s strange penchant.

‘Sweeter than champagne and more intoxicating too,’ said William to me, kissing me heatedly so that I could taste my own urine in his mouth (a taste I did not altogether like, I confess). ‘And how delightful to see the water streaming from your little notch! Now, do you go and wash, and dress, and I shall row you back.’

I did as instructed and then we walked back to the boat together, Mr. William once again handing me formally into the boat and rowing gently back to the house. As we approached the main door, Mrs. Marchmont appeared and said, ‘Ah, Mr. William, I am just looking for you to go over some household accounts. Beatrice, you will find Alice at the piano in the conservatory.’

Keeping up appearances, I politely thanked Mr. William for his time and off I went to find Alice.

Alice was of course all aflame to know what had transpired with the butler, and you may be sure I took great pleasure in telling her every salacious detail. But I did not tell her Willie’s story of her father’s debauchery, having some scruples that it might be betrayal of a confidence. Nor did I mention the butler’s speculations regarding her brother, though the idea of seeing them engaged in coition was certainly most stimulating to me. But in my heated mind I was already calculating strategies to use on Frederick so that he should make the attempt on his sister.

Guests came to the hall that evening so there was no chance for further frolics; but perhaps that was for the best, for too much of any joy leads inevitably to satiety.

Then next morning I woke bright and early, and it occurred to me to repeat Alice’s little adventure of peeping on Willie in his pantry. No sooner thought than put in action and before long I was ensconced in the dusty, disused passage. Events unfolded as Alice had told me, yet I felt with greater passion since it had been a long time since William and Lucy had enjoyed each other. How sweetly her cunny pouted as Mr. William’s noble pego plunged in and out of her. Though I had myself enjoyed both actors, I have always felt there is something exciting in spying on the act of love, no matter how familiar those spied on may be. ‘There, now, Lucy’ said the butler after he had finished. ‘Is that not as good as when Master Frederick ploughs your furrow for you?’

LUCY - (feigning anger) ‘How dare you insult me in that way Sir! Had I known you would be so rude I would not have let him into the grotto!’ And with that she marched out of the pantry.

My lust provoked by this sight, I must have more. I had been given a room next to Alice’s, and there was a door adjoining the two. I had already taken a peep thought its keyhole, but it had been filled in. I had a few hours to spare and I used them wisely. I went into the groundkeeper’s hut and found a bradawl, and used it to clean out the keyhole. Then, since Alice was at the piano once more, I darted into her room to clean up any telltale detritus from my operations. Kneeling to see the results of my work, I was rewarded with a clear view into her bedchamber.

Frederick arrived later than morning, the carriage rolling up to the front door and Old Adam bringing the horses to a halt. After exchanging greetings with his parents and hugging his sister, he turned to me and, with a formal bow kissed my extended hand. ‘Miss Beatrice, how pleasant to meet you once again,’ he said.

Only the growing bulge in his breeches gave away the fact that we were anything more than acquaintances. But the glance that passed from Alice to me left me in no doubt that she had observed the fact.

I will pass over the activities of that day, for it is the night that is most vivid in my mind. Frederick and I danced several times in the evening, and as we did he whispered in my ear ‘My sweet Beatrice, may I come to your room tonight? I have been longing for a taste of your cunny since Christmas, and holding you now I am so stiff I could burst out of my breeches.’ And indeed I had felt his stiff cock pressing against me several times as we danced.

‘If you can manage it with your Mama and Papa home, you may of course have me, dear Fred,’ I said. ‘But can you? What if we are found out? And will not Lucy be expecting you?’

‘Trust me to manage my parents, dear Beatrice,’ he replied with confidence. ‘I spent many a night in Lucy’s bed without their ever noticing. And I think Mr. William has a fancy to occupy her this evening.’

Pressing close to me, he let me feel his youthful cock, stiff and proud in his breeches. Seeing that I was unobserved, I gave the noble weapon a fond squeeze, provoking him to further stiffness. ‘Be careful what you are about, dear Beatrice’ he said, ‘else you will make me spend.’

‘Let us not draw attention by dancing together too long, my dear,’ said I to him. ‘You have not danced with Alice yet, take a turn with her.’ Of course I was playing the fox here, for I wanted her to feel his rampageous pego against her to better stoke her incestuous desire for him. And indeed as they danced I could see him pressed against her and a delightful flush of pleasure spread across her face, her lips slightly parted and her eyes sparkling. Frederick had his arm around her back to guide her steps and when he thought he was unobserved I saw his hand drop lower to squeeze Alice’s lovely bottom. Ah, it fired me to imagine them in each other’s arms, coupled in a frenzy of incestuous passion, brother and sister!

I was naturally anxious for the end of the evening to arrive so that I could repair to my bed. Alice and I went up some time before the others, as was appropriate. I gave her a long and loving kiss goodnight, pressing my cunny to hers. ‘We cannot play tonight, my dear,’ I told her. ‘I am expecting a visit from Master Frederick and my pussey is in a state of longing for his lovely pego. Ah, he uses it so well, dear, if only you could have a taste’

Alice - ‘For shame, Beatrice!’ (blushing furiously) ‘Do you think I would let my own brother ravish me? You bad girl, I should give you a whipping for that! Yes, perhaps we should have a little birch séance and I will heat your bottom for you. To bed with you.’ But she was not so angry after all, giving me one more passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth and squeezing my bottom before we parted.

I retreated into my room to begin my toilette, and before long I was tucked up in bed and the light put out. But I could see a faint light coming through the keyhole, and what must I do but take a peep upon her? Alice was in a state of dishabille, her hair down and part way through undressing. She slipped off the drawers she had recently started to wear and then her chemise, leaving just the stockings she had worn for the evening. Next, she squatted to make water in the chamber pot and I thought again of Willie’s little penchant for my hot piss - indeed he was right, there is something diverting about seeing a young girl fire away. After she had finished she took a piece of paper to wipe her pussey dry, and then began to toy with her little cunny, her eyes bright as she did so. ‘Ah, I hope you are thinking of Frederick,’ I said to myself.

Suddenly Alice looked to the door, and I saw its handle slowly turn. Lucy came into the bedroom, walking as softly as she could. Taking Alice’s hand and giving her a loving kiss, she whispered, ‘Mr. William and I ask for your company, dear mistress. He is still downstairs so let us go to my room while we may do so unobserved. Ah, I am longing for your sweet caresses.’ Then she took the little girl by the hand and led her out of the bedroom, putting out the light before closing the door.

I retired to my bed to await Master Frederick, and it was not long until I heard my door open and he appeared, a candle in his hand. As he approached my bed I could see his pego under his night- shirt, stiff and ready. Slipping into bed beside me, he darted his tongue into my mouth, stifling me with kisses, as my eager hand reached for his rampant cock. ‘How I shall fuck you, my little lover!’ he whispered in my ear. ‘Your glorious little bubbies, and ah the hair is just beginning to grow on your sweet pussey - I must taste these delightful treasures!’ - so saying he began to suckle and nuzzle my titties as if he wanted to devour them. Then he instructed me to lay over him reversed so that I should suck his pego and tickle his balls as he dived his tongue into my eager pussey.