the discomfort of its imprisonment, I used one hand to unbutton myself while I squeezed her titty with the other. As she realised what I was doing, without taking her eyes for a moment from the mighty coupling that was taking place on the table, she unbuttoned her dress so that I could slip my hand inside and feel first the softness of her titty and then the hardening of a nipple through the thin material of her chemise. I was by now rubbing the shaft of my exposed prick against the silk of her dress as it was stretched tight over her cheeks. As I reached down to lift the hem of her dress, I realised that she had had the same thought. Our hands met. For a moment she tickled my palm and then pulled her dress up. As my hand touched bare flesh, I realised that under her skirt and petticoat, she was naked. I slid my prick between her legs, rubbing it against the soft down of her pussey hair.
All the while we were quite transfixed by the relentless fucking that was going on in the kitchen. Again and again, Tom thrust forward.
Again and again Mary squealed and yelled out as he plunged and pulled back. Unconsciously Rosie and I were rubbing against each other at the same pace, the tip of my prick gently parting but not quite entering her tight little lips. Suddenly I realised that we were not the only spectators engrossed in the sport in front of us. At the far side of the kitchen, the scullery door was open and I saw little Emily, the other maid, watching with open-mouthed intensity. She also had raised her skirt and I saw her thin hand playing with her exposed blond pussey. A look of rapt excitement was on her face. Her maid's cap was awry and a couple of golden wisps of hair had escaped from their confinement. They hung down, damp with perspiration, as she played with herself. Her fingers were obviously rubbing her clit. I could not see it properly but I remembered from an earlier encounter that it was quite the longest that I had ever encountered in one of her slight build. Tom's thrusting was now speeding up and reaching a crescendo. Mary was meeting him and more than matching him in her eagerness. She was beginning to mouth cries of encouragement. Rosie, pressed tight against me, was beginning to make intense little sighs of pleasure. Hannah and Becky, becoming aware of what was taking place behind them, stood firm so that Rosie should have something to lean against. Without a word being spoken, each put an arm round her waist. I withdrew my hand from her titty and held her by the hips, cupping her in each palm. She reached down in front and the head of my prick was all at once met by her fingers as she bent further forward and opened her pussey lips so that I could begin to penetrate her. In the half darkness there was such a press of bodies that my hands were squeezed between the three of them as the two sisters began to rub themselves against Rosie. Across the far side of the room, Emily was leaning against the doorway. She was now rubbing her palm against her opened pussey, her fingers sliding deep inside her. Her eyes were still fixed on Tom and Mary and I could half hear, half feel, that she also was beginning to moan with excitement. Mary was now clutching desperately at the table's edge as Tom banged his way in and out. He was now ramming his way into her with such force that the whole table was beginning to shudder. The pots and pans hanging in rows on the wall were starting to jangle as they picked up the vibrations of the fucking. Mary suddenly drew in a great breath and there was a moment's breathless silence before she let it out again with a shattering cry. 'I'm coming, Tom! I'm coming!' she yelled and her whole body contorted. Tom's gasps had reached an answering climax and I think that all the watchers must have sensed together that the first spurts of his cum were beginning to force their way uncontrollably up his mighty member. Mary locked her thighs around him. Her eyes were bulging and again we could all instinctively feel the love juice flooding into her cunney. Then she lost her grip on the table's edge and, locked together, they fell on to the floor.
They carried on their coupling without a pause. However at the thump, two large baking dishes, a bain-marie and a fish kettle were dislodged and came crashing down on to the stone flagged floor. In response, Rosie jumped with surprise and opened up so quickly that I sank into her up to the hilt. She grabbed at Hannah and Becky for support but they in turn were so taken unawares that they stumbled and we all four fell forward through the doorway. As we landed in a heap, Rosie on top of Becky and Hannah and me on top of Rosie, I tried manfully to regain my balance but my prick was embedded so far into Rosie that I was unable to struggle free. Not that she had any intention of letting me go. Quite unhurt, she raised herself up on her forearms so that, as I tried to stand up, she remained impaled on me. As I held on to her thighs, it was for all the world as though I were clutching a wheelbarrow. Tom and Mary had by now subsided into a tangled, thrashing heap of limb and quim. Meanwhile, Emily, abruptly made aware of our presence, had jumped back violently in embarrassed surprise.
Her hand left her pussey and she began frantically to smooth down her dress. As she stood in the scullery doorway, obviously torn between her instinct to run back out of sight, and concern in case any of us had been hurt in the fall, Becky burst out into peals of laughter.
Still lying on the floor, she reached out a hand. Emily hurriedly ran forward in order to help her mistress to her feet. Instead, Becky pulled her down on top of her and hugged her. For a moment Emily struggled to escape but then as Becky seized her and pushed up her dress, she allowed her legs to be parted so that Becky could bury her mouth in her golden pussey. So near had she been to her own coming before the fall that she at once surrendered, stopped struggling and lay back. Becky's tongue was now lapping at the little maid's clit while I fucked Rosie, doggy style, as she in turn cradled her head on the recumbent body of Hannah. All around me, bodies were heaving and wrestling. Tom, his tremendous spending now more or less complete, was looking about him in bewilderment at this sudden eruption of fucking and frigging. He made some feeble effort to disengage himself from Mary but she held him tight inside her, obviously determined to squeeze the last drop of pleasure from him. Rosie's tight but slippery cunt was fairly clamped around my prick and I in my turn knew that I was about to come. All the efforts and fatigue of the day were forgotten as I pumped jet upon jet into her welcoming quim. Rosie was writhing with pleasure and I sensed our juices mingling deliciously in her young but eager cunt. Emily too had opened up completely to the probing of Becky's experienced tongue and was twisting like an eel, this way and that, as she gave way to her own, surprisingly vocal coming. Only Hannah had had no real part to play other than as Rosie's cushion in our multiple coupling, but so carried away was I by the delightful feel of Rosie, still clinging to my emptied but yet swollen member, that I must admit that I did not spare her too much thought at the time. Of course, as my old headmaster used to say, all good things must come to an end and soon we had all subsided, exhausted, on the kitchen floor among the debris of plates and cooking utensils.
Mary's cries had died away to a satisfied sighing. Tom, a nice young man who, as Becky had earlier pointed out, knew his place, was clearly ill at ease at having fallen among the gentry or, more accurately at the gentry having fallen in on him. Mrs. P-who was, among other things, an avid if not uncritical reader of Mr. Engels and Mr. Marx, had long ago decided, according to Hannah, that any proletarian uprising that involved Tom would be restricted to his enormous prick and that his state at least was not one that was ever likely to wither away. Emily was lying on the floor, her skirt bunched up around her waist while her hand gently stroked Becky's which in turn was resting lightly on Emily's lightly furred pussey. Rosie was sitting cross-legged in front of me, running her finger nails teasingly along the upper side of my now relaxed prick while our combined juices had made a small damp patch on the floor under her carelessly displayed brown-haired bush. Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Before I or anyone else had a chance to do anything, Mrs. P- and Colonel Moore were in the doorway. 'What was that terrible crash?' she asked.
'I hope nothing expensive has been broken.' Tom was the first to react. Red with embarrassment, he struggled to his feet. I watched the unusual spectacle of a man tugging at his forelock with one hand while trying to stuff his great dangling prick back into his trousers with the other. 'Beg pardon, Ma'am,' he said. 'Me and Mary got a bit carried away. I hope no damage has been done.' More and more flustered, he realised that he needed both hands to hide away the object of his confusion. Brought up to know that it was bad manners to turn his back on a lady, this left him fumbling with himself in full view of Mrs. P-. He stepped back a pace, put his foot into a large silver soup tureen and fell over with a clatter into the assorted kitchen ware that had descended from the shelves when he and Mary had descended from the table. 'You're all fingers, thumbs, feet and Thing,' said Mrs. P -. 'Mary, you'd better help him up before he breaks something.' Mary, still very much dishevelled by her activities, struggled to her feet. For an instant, she looked anxious.
Then relief flooded over her face as she saw the expression on Mrs.
P-'s face. 'A disgraceful exhibition,' Mrs. P- chuckled, a broad smile suddenly appearing. 'You've left your young man quite unable to stand. Pick him up, dust him down, straighten his clothing and make sure he puts that Thing away. You can't have him going out into the street like that.' Emily meanwhile had staggered to her feet with a cry of distress and fled into the scullery. She had blushed bright pink and looked close to tears. 'Emily,' said Mrs. P-, 'There's no harm done and no need to hide yourself away. But there is a lot of tidying to be done. Cook will not be happy if she walks into the kitchen while it is still in this state. Becky! Hannah! Don't leave it all to the servants. Give them a hand. Andrew! Give Tom a hand also.
The table needs to be lifted back into place and all those things need to be put up on their shelves again.
