mine and work yer lovely arse to it. I'll hold it for you-swing it back and forth'.
'Yes, yes, come on. Do it, do it-I don't care what you do! Ah, Jenkins, what a prick you have!' 'Don't call me that, Miss. Call me Dad, or darling, dear, and put your tongue in as you talk. Ah, little devil, you are coming, I can feel!' 'D… d… d… Dad, oh darling, dear!', I stammered quite berserk and spilled and spilled, my belly tightening and relaxing with each squirt, my tongue a-lashing in his mouth. Torrents of lust. I felt no other then. Lust was the devil that drew up one's skirts and pinned one down and rode one in a torment of delight, knowing no other than the thrill of it. -'Come in me, come!', I blethered, clawed his back and knotted up my legs around his waist and jerked and gasped. 'You wait for it, you little bitch!' 'Oh-woh!', I moaned. He had the power to keep me pinned beneath him all the day if he so wished, moving his heavy loins back-forth, rubbing his bristly pubic hairs to mine, balls slapping. -'Oooh! Your balls!', I gasped, and knew myself to be a thousand women all at once, the high, the low, submissive, ardent underneath the mastering weight of him, the purposeful, deep surging of his cock.
'Say that you want my cock', he growled. 'I want, I want, I want!', I sobbed and heard him utter a deep 'AAH!', his oily helmet all but slipping out. And then he poised himself, so poised, and held me in attendant agony, seizing my face and making me upstare into his burning eyes. For one long moment so we stared. I knew the mystery of that anguished stare, the moment frozen as if we had ever been thus, cock to cunt, the hot deliberation of the moment held. 'Say yes!'
His strange insistence was a spell on me, I rimming with my tightened lovelips his stilled helmet, pulsing as it was. 'Har, yes! Oh Dad, oh darling, dear, oh yes! F… f… fuck me, do it in me, do!' 'Good girl! You knows to do it now, all right. Now you remember that and how it's done. Right up you now, my little pet, and take it all!' 'WAH- HAH!' I sobbed. He came down on me flat again, tongue to my tongue and urged himself up in. He groaned, he jerked, he held it for a moment longer while I clenched my velvet walls around his conqueror and pouted up my lips to him in such wise as I knew I must, seeping my warm breath in his mouth as with insensate gasps he loosed his first jet. The thick porridge spattered, swirled and pelleted with ardent force and caused my walls to palpitate around his tool. 'C… coming in you like I said I would', he moaned.
'Yes, yes! Oh, do it more! Oh, lovely, yes!' His jets, so powerful, made a foaming flood that wet the coverlet beneath. I spent again, I sobbed, repeating all the wild obscenities he flooded at the same time in my ear- repeated them by rote, yet knew the tang of them, knew them as salt and pepper to the feast. 'GRRR!', came his grunt. Embedded in my spermy channel full, he came and quivered, came again, then sank down on my breast. My drumming heels scraped at his buttocks, then we sighed a huge deep sigh, were still, the thick cock of him pulsing and expending pearly raindrops of delight. 'You'll lie still now and keep your legs apart as I get up'. And I said 'Yes', I said, said 'Yes'. The cork drew slowly out. I let my legs relax, let them slip down and held them wide. The weeping crest of him kissed both my lovelips, rubbed around my spot and made me quiver, then he rose. 'I filled you up, Miss, that I did'.
The bed sagged and sprang up again as he got off and looked down at my thick, cream-spattered bush. I did not answer, did not know the words to say. Splayed open, so I waited while he drew his trousers up and gathered up his jacket from a chair. 'Best to be silent for the moment, Miss. It shows consent, you see, to what we done.
Keeping your legs apart says 'Yes'. I taught my Bertha that, and Mary, too. You've learned from what I've taught you, and I know you have.'
I threw my arms once more across my eyes to hide the sight of him, said 'Yes'. I knew that he expected it. 'Keep all your learning, Miss, inside your head. Some gents, they likes you to be shy, while others don't. Best to be shy if you ain't sure. Struggle a bit, you can, but not too much. Wait till the knob is in, that's what I always say. Wriggle your bottom, be tempestuous. It always brings the passion up. I'll let you tidy up yourself, Miss, now'. Then he was gone, the door unlocked again. I closed my thighs, then opened them, and giggled tightly up against my hand. 'I care not who does it to me now', I thought. And knew it almost to be true.
CHAPTER 13
Harry knew, and Aramintha knew-I swear they did. Their looks were faintly searching when I ventured down. Jane was in the garden gathering flowers, and had been there a long time, so I hoped. 'Did Jenkins see to you? He brought it up to you?', asked Harry with a grin. 'What did they say? Did you see Arnold? Who was there?', I countered, and admired myself for that. I had doused my face with water and my cheeks were no longer flushed. My hairpins were exactly placed, my dress was smooth. My cunny felt deliciously plump.
Its lips were silent, and they could not make them speak. 'A vulgar woman spoke to me. One by the name of Hilda, I believe. The husband lurked and was not seen. Her husband, Emily; I saw not yours.
A girl appeared-the younger one whom you described. She asked if you were well'. 'She asked? Asked that?' I felt surprise, and such small and unnecessary guilt as brushes like a cobweb to the mind.
'She had a soft look in her eyes. I thought it sincere-maybe it was not. The deuce of it, all females act so well when called upon to do so by a circumstance they wish to change. As to the mother, she said they disowned you-having nothing else to say-for I made it plain I knew more than I hinted at'. 'Clever Harry-always tactful, always strong', said Aramintha with affection, though rather challenging me to speak of something else, I felt. 'I am so grateful to you, Harry. Yes, when Jenkins brought my bags up, he looked at me most strangely, in a quite possessive way. I scarce knew how to speak to him, but was polite, of course'. 'Of course you were, my dear. That is the measure of our class', said Aramintha, screwing up her brow a little and yet-as I saw-believing me. 'He is an old retainer, then?', I asked. 'Oh, on and off', she answered oddly, and then Jane came in, blooms flourished, and the subject turned towards the evening. The revels would begin at eight o'clock, we learned. Dinner would be served early and all cleared away before the guests arrived. As to myself, my mind was busy with the message I had sent to Papa and Mama, how they would take to it, and what might come to be. I had no fear of it but rather a cool curiosity that was dissolved just after lunch when Julie was announced.
'Oh, denizen from another world!', I laughed in my relief, and saw that our host and hostess took to her immediately, called us 'Three Graces', as is often said when a trio of young females is assembled, and left us alone to speak. 'Well, tell me!', Jane said. -'No, you tell', I said, then listened to her babbling discourse, hunter on the track and trail of every word, as Jane was, too, hands clenched and leaning forward, lips apart. There had been no explosion, Julie said. Mama had blamed Papa for all, and he had been at a loss to make reply, or so said Julie, though I could not imagine that to be. 'And then, and then, and then?', I asked again, again. 'He said I was to come and see that you were well, both well, and make report as to your comfort and your company-and, well, when you know yourself to be of one mind, to return home, if you wish, or else to let him know what you intend'. 'Julie, you won't tell him everything?' 'Of course, you silly, no-of course I won't. I shall say that you are happy and in company with modesty, and…' 'Even if you have to say your prayers again?', asked Jane, and looked betwixt a frown and smile. 'Ha! What a one to talk you are! Emily has more trust in me than that. I have been naughty since and shall be more again-but what has that to do with it?' 'Darlings, have you finished? Is all well? Julie, you will stay with us tonight, I hope. I could not help but overhear what was just said-forgive me-but there will be fun', said Aramintha, peeping head into the bedroom where we sat. Julie would stay, I said. I had forgiven her her 'prayers', having now said my own with some abandon. Thereat we spent a pleasant day, confessing many things we might not otherwise have done, though I said naught of Jenkins' bout with me which stirred my loins still when I thought of it. A curiosity was upon me to meet his daughters, though I doubted it were possible.
All of us are voyeurs in our minds and find delight in seeking sins with lanterns in the dark rooms of others' lives. There was much giggling, nudging, when we dressed for dinner, but the meal was by all standards brief. 'Do not have a full belly nor an empty one when you make love', said Aramintha. 'Let the wine mingle pleasantly with what you have within and you will be the more prepared to. Now, girls, look at your most sedate, for that is what is required at first. You have no drawers on, none of you, I trust? Well, good'. Her frank words made me wriggle, as they did the other two. We quaffed liqueurs, patted our hair, and waited till the carriages arrived, wheels crunching on the gravel, and the soft hullos of guests arriving while we sat like waxen maidens, wearing artificial smiles. The guests were only six. I had expected more: a full concourse, an overcrowded drawing room. Three gentlemen, three ladies. All were roughly of the age of Aramintha, neither young nor old. Names were exchanged, but only Christian ones. One lady, in particular-Elizabeth-attracted me.
Her hair was long and dark, her face betwixt the round and oval, with lustrous lips and huge, dark eyes.
