silly'.-'No, won't! Oh!' Her dress up at the back, her drawers tight-filled. He palmed the close-sheathed cheeks and felt beneath. I had my mouth go dry; my face felt hot. 'What do you do?', I asked, and Eveline sprang back. I saw her garters, pale flash of her thighs. 'I did not mean to; it was James' fault', she said and made to tug her dress down, but I stepped before her and I seized her wrist. James grinned at me, his trousers all agape and stalk up- sticking to my view. So fresh, so firm it looked, I felt a thrill of sin in me. 'I shall tell Mama', said Eveline and tried to tug away. James said, 'She is a sillikins; she won't'. 'Best not to say, best not to speak', said I. A slur of footsteps sounded and a maid approached, dustpan in hand, to empty it perhaps. She had not seen us. Round the corner, rushing, bumping, giggling of a sudden ran we three, James with his naughty thing still sticking out. He leaned against the sunburned wall and grinned at us with that unease that males have when they are in lust. 'It's naughty', Eveline said, but she still stared at it. 'You were naughty last night, were you not?', I asked, and of a sudden pushed her to him, bright with newfound excitement as I felt. James clasped her, belly to his cock. She squealed. 'Oh, shush!', I said, and then the maid came round the corner, came on us, and stood stock-still, she stood and stared. Her arms limp, legs apart, she stared, the dustpan dangling from one hand. Fine cloud of dust like fairies in the light.
'Mary, come here', I said to her. I felt a tautness, in me, an excitement tight, like a constriction in my throat. My sister turned her face away, cried out. Her hips turned, and the maid saw James' cock. 'Miss, I got work to do'. She looked as we had looked and saw it clear, its urgency upthrusting from his balls. I set my teeth. I had a wild foolishness upon me then, perhaps. Eveline leaned back from James and caught the mood of me and said, 'Yes, Mary, do. Emily will give you half a sovereign if you do'. 'No, Miss, I…' 'Mary, come HERE! A sovereign it will be, I promise you.
Come-touch it, feel it nice and firm', I said. 'No, Miss, please, Miss…'. But Eveline leapt, gazelle-like did she leap, her face in flush as was my own and grabbed at Mary's wrist and drew her close.
The dustpan clattered down. Its tinplate quivered on the flagstones, then was still. 'I can't!' The maid's teeth chattered, but we had her close and pressed the blackness of her skirt to James who clasped her waist and boldly kissed her neck. Her hands were clenched. I forced her fingers open, though, in spite of it, and put them to his prick and whispered, 'Yes, a sovereign, Mary-a whole sovereign', in her ear. 'Ah, no, it's wicked, Miss-don't make me do!' She struggled, twisted, writhed within his clasp while Eveline drew the maid's skirt up and laughed. She had nice legs and was no more than seventeen or so. Her calves were slender and her thighs were plump, fresh as a turkey's, plump and white. 'She has no drawers on', James said. Both his hands had shifted from her waist- were up her skirt. The maid's arms strained against him and her head hung back. My sister seized her hair and pulled it down to make her neck strain back the more. White of her throat, her lips apart. She moaned but did not squeal out loud. James rolled her skirt up to her hips. Beside them-leaning close against-I saw his pego poking underneath her dell.
'No sir! No, Miss! Oh, please! Ah-OOOH!' They were too close, too close for me to see, and curiously I felt a fear for her at that stiff poker underneath her quim. 'No, James-wait! Put it in her mouth instead!' I knew not why I said it, with my head a-spin. The maid was sobbing, yet there were no tears. 'Oho, yes, inbetween her lips!', said Eveline and clasped the maid's slim waist and made her bend, as I did too, my hand upon her head until the swollen crest was at her mouth and dong-like brushed against her rosy lips. 'Ho… ho… ho… hold her nose', James gritted, and I felt for it and did. She snorted, wriggled, but then finally sucked breath in through her mouth and, with it open, in his knob was slid. I saw the inches, pinky-white, absorbed. 'T… t… two sovereigns!', stuttered James and I said 'Yes!' and saw saliva on his stalk that then was half-embedded in her mouth while Eveline had bared the girl's round bottom and was feeling it. I watched James' face. His mouth went slack. I want to see her eyes, the man had said of me and I, remembering, took note of James' slack look, the presence of a wonderment, a charm. 'Oooh-wer, I'm feeling her!', said Evelyn and laughed. 'T…t… two sovereigns if she sucks', said James again. The maid was snorting less. I loosed my fingers from her nose and heard her slurping as she drew upon the piston of his hot desire, hips wriggling to my sister's fingers underneath her bottom where the sunlight gleamed on her twin orbs. 'Oh, darling!'
Gasping, suddenly my mouth was close to James', and one hand lightly placed on Mary's head. Mouth then to mouth we kissed. Warm, hurried breathings and wet tongues a-touch. 'Goo-goo-goo-goooh!', he gurgled and I felt his hips a-shake. A glubbing sound came from the maid's own mouth. James' eyes screwed up; he sucked upon my tongue.
'Dooo-doo-doo-doooh!', he stammered on my tongue. I knew him to be wetting-coming-then. His form was all a-shake, a-shake throughout. The maid was spluttering. James' breath hissed fiercely to my own-legs shook- and then he drew his dripping penis out. 'SPMMMF!', Mary spluttered. Skirt up still, we let her rise, hand to her mouth and wiping it. 'Oh! I am going in!', said Eveline in a panic then, and ran. Her footsteps sounded far, then she was gone. James grinned the weakest grin; his cock hung limp, was smeared around the knob and rosier than when he had first put it in. 'OH-WOH!', the maid sobbed.- 'There, there, shush', said I. I put my arms around her and James slid away. He buttoned up his trousers as he went. I rather hated him for his cowardice, and thought all males were so, perhaps.
After they had come, as it was called. 'I didn't, didn't want to!', Mary sobbed, though still there were no tears. I soothed her hair. We clung as skylarks cling in summer to a wall. 'You will have your money, honestly', I said. 'Don't want it, don't!' She wiped her lips again. I wondered at the volume he had spilled within, and knew her cry to be a false one by the tone of it. 'Come, Mary, don't be silly; yes, you do. Come to my room now-come indoors.
Oh, what a jape it was', I laughed. My laugh was tinsel, though. I had a warmth between my thighs and sensed that she too had. 'I shall be told off now', she snivelled as we walked away. 'You shall not be, Mary. I will say, if asked, that my dress was snagged against the hedge and that you helped me get it free. Tompkins will dare say naught to me', I said, referring to the housekeeper we then had.
'You don't have to give me anyfink', she whined. I wished her not to whine-wished her to walk upright, lips parted at the wonder of it as I thought I would myself have done. Mama was in the morning room and saw us enter, scolded Mary for her wrinkled dress, but I-explaining in a mumble that we had fallen down-took the girl upstairs and to my room. She stood there humbly while I closed the door, sought for my purse and handed her a coin. She would not take it till I pressed it to her palm. 'Master James will give you another, Mary; I will see to it'. 'Don't want it, Miss'. But even so, she clasped her hand around the shining piece. 'It is not for earning, Mary. Do not think of it as such, but for a pleasure spent, and yet another you may spend upon your own. Did it taste funny, nice?
Oh tell me, do'. 'Dunno, Miss'. There was crimson in her cheeks.
I sensed in her that girlish urge I often had myself to laugh and cry in the same moment. 'It was not horrid, really? Was it? No?'
'It tasted funny… well, not nasty, no. It's…' 'Go on, Mary, tell me, do. I often wanted… well… to do the same'.
'Tastes creamy, salty. There was ever such a lot!' She giggled suddenly, then choked and held her hand up to her mouth. She smiled, she bit her lower lip. I could not help but do the same and hugged her to me. Stiff at first, she then relented, let me hold her close. I felt her belly warm to mine, her thighs. 'I will get the other sovereign for you, Mary-give it you tonight'. 'All right, Miss, yes. I'll get a bonnet, a new dress, and hide the rest away, I will'.
'I bet it throbbed! Oh, Mary, did it throb?' Her eyes were bright, her lips were close to mine. I wanted much to kiss her, but instead I soothed her cheeks. Her breath was milky, pleasant, with a scent of sperm such as I had known upon the bed. She did not answer, dropped her eyes. Our noses touched and tickled. Hard her breasts felt up against my own. 'Would you do it again, Mary, if I asked you to?' 'Dunno, Miss'.
'Would you, Mary?'
'Might. I shouldn't, though-should I? You said… Oh, Miss, you said…' 'I said I'd thought of it. I have. I haven't done it, though, myself. I will do, though, I know I will. But not with Master James, of course. There-now we have a secret each. I will not tell, and nor will you'. 'Oh no, I never would, Miss, no. I darst not. They would turn me out. My Dad would be that angry with me that I don't know what. I never done it that way, Miss, before'. 'But you have done it, though? Oh, tell me… No, not now perhaps, or Mama will wonder at your absence and our solitude'. 'Yes. Better go, Miss'. Startled at our boldness, she released herself, ran out. I leaned against the door as Eveline did. I had kissed James upon the mouth-had put my tongue between his lips. His cock had jetted into Mary's while we did. My head a-spin, my quim a-throb, I eased my dress up, felt my bottom warm against the moulding of the
