The Young Governess (11 page)

“You’re a lovely one, alright, I’ve not seen better,” whispered Molly into Kate’s ear. “I think we’ll have a grand afternoon, to be sure. Last time old Vincent tipped me a whole sov’reign! If you’ll excuse my being so bold and blunt, Kate, I am glad you’re here because Lord Barchester does so enjoy seeing a new girl getting fucked by his Henri. That’ll put him in a capital mood. And young Henri,” she laughed, “he may not say much but he knows how to use that big cock of his; I’ve never had a bigger one inside me.”

They arrived at Molly’s stall and Kate, pale and shaking half with nervousness, half with aroused desire, peeked over the door. Two palliasses had been placed side by side to form a sort of double bed and the deafmute reclined on one of them, already naked and looking comfortable and relaxed. He was a handsome boy, thought Kate, not much older than me. As she was thinking this, his eyes met hers with a directness that was more self-assured than arrogant. When she saw the size of the tall, swarthy Frenchman’s cock, she knew why. Kate sucked in her breath in startled, yet pleased surprise.

“My, but he is tremendous,” she could not help gasping.

“Yes, he is,” Lord Barchester agreed, “and he fucks like a champion too.”

“Wait until you see the size of his balls,” Molly whispered, her hand sliding lightly up and down and around the swelling cheeks of Kate’s arse. “They’re beautiful – just like big plums.”

Kate’s heart beat wildly and erratically as she looked again. Just as Molly said, his balls were huge and as she looked, his massive, uncircumcised cock started to rise from its supine position. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Kate saw that his tumescent prick, even half-erect, was nearly twice the length of Sir Bradley’s or the Reverend Pike’s when fully stiff.

“Looks as though Henri can smell a couple of hot, juicy cunts,” Lord Barchester chuckled as the Frenchman grinned and grunted, his immense cock rising ever higher in little spasmodic jerks.

Kate was filled with a kind of electrified lust as she stared at the growth of the deaf mute’s vast member. Her cunt felt as if it were going to explode as Molly’s hand kneaded the resilient cheeks of her arse, her fingers gliding lightly over the swelling curves and tickling the moist, hairy furrow of her sex. Beside her, Lord Barchester took Kate’s hand and placed it on his stiff, fiercely throbbing prick. Now Kate felt that she wanted to be fucked and sucked and violated in every way possible, so highly aroused were her emotions. And when Lord Barchester felt her fingers tighten and dig into his prick and felt her body begin to tremble, he smiled.

“I promise you, Henri will be a great asset to this fucking session. Let us join him now.”

The three of them entered Molly’s stall. Lord Barchester had paid a pretty penny for the two girls and, as usual, had paid even more for his manservant to be included in the games. For just this purpose he had reserved them for the whole day. Once there Kate and Molly quickly removed their little ‘cache-sexes’ and the young aristocrat quickly removed his clothing. Kate was almost overpowered by the sheer animal sensuality of Molly’s voluptuous body, as she stood smiling at Kate, naked as the day she was born.

Kate’s hot, fevered eyes moved from the stunning redhead to Lord Barchester’s thick, hard erection as it angled up and out from his hairy belly. It made her mouth water and her cunt tingle.

“Kate, why don’t you and Henri get better acquainted?” Lord Barchester said to the breathless, wide-eyed Kate. “Then we can all get together afterwards.”

Kate sat on a low, three-legged stool and stared at the beautiful French deaf-mute, his tongue licking over his lips, and a look of acute, almost animal, sexual anxiety on his face as he sniffed the delicious aroma rising from between her legs, indeed from the very depths of her fast-lubricating cunt. Softly, with a hand that trembled slightly, Kate reached out to stroke his cheek. At the same time, she opened her thighs to him, lifting her apron and showing him her cunt. The Frenchman looked at her then at Lord Barchester and Molly.

“Go to Henri. Go Kate, go to him.” Vincent Barchester spoke as if he were talking to his favourite dogs.

Kate’s head swam and she felt her cunt contract furiously when she saw the young Frenchman’s tremendous cudgel of a cock – now fully extended beneath his flat-muscled, hairy belly.

“Go on, Kate, he won’t bite,” Molly called to her. “Play with him. He loves to have someone to sport with his cock. Go on, give it a squeeze. It’s a beauty, is it not?”

Sliding off the stool, Kate knelt beside Henri in the clean straw. Her hand reached up under him to touch, lightly caress and then hold that fantastically hard prick in her hand. She felt it swell as her fist moved slowly along its thick warm length. It was greater, thicker and longer than she thought any cock could ever be. It was a prick that any man would be proud to own.

Shaking with pure sensual delight, Kate looked up at Vincent Barchester and Molly as they watched her and the handsome young Frenchman. Lord Barchester moved behind Molly, his cock sticking between her legs, that purplish knob thick and swollen as it protruded out from under Molly’s pink-lipped cunt. Molly bent forward just a bit and Lord Barchester bent his knees, guiding the head of his cock up and into Molly’s juice-dripping fanny. It was evident from the ease with which they established their connection, that they had done this many times before. He straightened up slowly, forcing more and more of his cock into Molly until it was buried to the balls in her fat, pink-lipped slit. Gripping Molly by the tits, he began to fuck her with fast, deep thrusts, his eyes as well as Molly’s fastened on Kate playing with Henri’s outrageously large cock.

Molly, her body angled slightly forward, her arms tight around her partners as they encircled her waist, responded to Lord Barchester’s fucking with equally wild backward thrusts of her hips. She twisted her arse and ground it frantically as Lord Barchester jammed the full length of his long thick prick deep into her with each violent plunge of his hips. Suddenly he stiffened, deep rasping groans coming from him as he drove his shaft as far up into Molly’s cunt as he could, then as Molly gasped, his body shook. Utterly fascinated and aroused, Kate looked on as the thick white juices dripped out of Molly’s widely stretched cunt, and as she watched, her loins quivered and she almost came herself.

When Lord Barchester pulled his soft, limp, sperm- and juice-covered prick out of Molly’s snatch, the flood of their combined loads poured out of her cunt in a little stream and trickled down the soft insides of her thighs. Excusing herself, Molly left to go out to clean herself up. When she had gone, Lord Barchester came over and knelt beside Kate.

“I’m sorry but I got so excited watching you fool around with Henri’s cock, I just had to do something to get rid of the spunk I had in my balls. Kate, I know this will sound a little strange to you but I would like you to give Molly’s cunt a good gamming.”

“You mean, kiss and lick her fanny?”

“Exactly. She loves to be gammed by another woman. She likes you and would love it if you did that to her and made her spend.”

“I’ll be happy to,” Kate agreed, excited even more by the prospect of sucking the beautiful Molly’s cunt. “But just please let me have Henri gam my cunt first,” she said, a little unsure of this new terminology. “I’m just wild for it and can’t wait to feel his tongue on and in my cunt.”

“Certainly. You go right ahead and you’ll get the tongue lapping of your life.”

Laying back, Kate spread her legs apart, her fanny mouth opening wide.

“Suck, Henri. Suck me,” she whispered throatily to the Frenchman, even though she knew he could not hear her, looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes. “Lick my cunt. Oh place your lips on my cunt and suck me…”

The Frenchman moved up between her legs and she trembled violently when she felt and heard him sniff at her dripping wet cunt. Kate cried out, her body arching as the Frenchman’s tongue lapped at her twat with long, rapid licking motions. She could feel the pubic hairs around her cunt being matted flat at the Frenchman lapped avidly at her pulsating, pink-lipped gash.

Kate cried out with delighted desire as the Frenchman parted her labia with a strong, active tongue and started to lick furiously at her cunt. Reaching down she helped him by holding open the soft folds of her cuntmouth. A low cry of sheer rapture came from her when she felt that acutely sensitive flesh being serviced by his deliciously agile tongue. Her body arched and jerked when it penetrated deeper than she would have thought possible. He created such exquisite pleasure with his few inches of muscled flesh that Kate wondered what he could do with that altogether larger part of his sexual anatomy that she was sure shook and quivered between his thighs. Henri tensed and flicked his tongue back and forth across her clitoris then dived down to the pucker of her little brown anus. He could make his tongue broad or pointed, it could delve or tickle and she felt their combined fluids drip down to the split of her buttocks. She was tremendously excited now, her hips bucking and humping as she was caught up in the swirling world of furious and overpowering lustful desires. A scream ripped from her and she twisted and squirmed as her body was assaulted by wave after wave of the most intense pleasure.

After the powerful spasms had ebbed, Kate collapsed on the floor as Henri licked up her flowing juices. Turning her head she saw Molly standing there, staring at her, a look of highly aroused sensuality on her pretty face. Oddly enough, Kate felt a reawakening of a new desire as she looked at Molly’s beautiful, creamy-skinned body. Her hips swayed sensuously, her hard-nippled tits bounced thrillingly as she came over to Kate.

“Oh, Kate, you have such a lovely body,” Molly whispered, her breath coming in short, hard gasps. “A real woman you are, so shapely and so sweet. Did you enjoy having Henri lick your fanny, Kate? I love having him do mine. But I’d like you to lick it even better.”

Kate’s blood raced at the erotic invitation in Molly’s smouldering eyes and husky voice. She dropped her eyes to that copper-fleeced slit, seeing the soft, serpentine, coral pink lips peeking through the reddish-gold covering of silky hair. Unconsciously Kate’s hips began to undulate and lift and fall not wanting Henri to stop that wonderful, sensual licking of her fanny. She was so hot and bothered, so furiously excited that she breathed heavily, almost panted, without knowing it.

“Why don’t you come over here?” Kate husked, staring into Molly’s eyes, her mouth open in the shape of a half-fulfilled kiss. “Come down with me and I will love that dear, delectable fanny of yours.” She smiled archly. “If you would permit me to, that is?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Molly groaned sinking to her knees in front of the panting Kate. Raising herself slightly she spread her legs wide and straddled the little milking stool, her wet juicy twat poised directly over Kate’s head.

Looking up, Kate felt a surge of need and voluptuousness seize her at the sight of the aroused, glistening maw of Molly’s luscious fanny. Her senses were aflame with a driving desire and her mouth filled with saliva as Molly lowered that delectable looking cunt slowly down to her reaching mouth.

Yet again, the young governess found herself wondering if she were not truly more attracted to her own sex. There was no doubt that she was tremendously excited and oddly stimulated by the almost overpowering musky odour of Molly’s hot wet cunt, by the sight of those puffy lips opening like some beautiful, exotic hothouse flower as she touched them with the tip of her tongue. The taste of those salty sweet cunt juices ignited Kate’s sexual impulses. Her tongue slid along those warm, spongy lips, then when Molly reached between her thighs to pull open that thrilling cunt mouth, Kate plunged her tongue deep into the hot warm recesses of the redhead's sweet tasting cunt, licking and lapping voraciously at that slippery cavern of delight.

As Kate poked and licked her tongue deep within Molly’s twitching cunt, she thrilled to the thought that only a few moments before, Lord Barchester’s manly prick had plumbed its very depths, before shooting his thick manly spunk inside. Indeed she believed she could detect the residual traces of his sperm in the plentiful juices that continually filled her mouth. Kate’s lips closed hard around the redhead’s thick, hard clitoris. The sounds of soft, sobbing cries, the jerking undulating of Molly’s hips and the taste of those flowing cunt juices had Kate lost in a sea of raw, unequivocal, lesbian lust.

She fucked the randy girl’s twat with her tongue using it as if it were a cock, thrusting and darting in and out, flicking hard across Molly’s elongated, pulsing clitoris, feeling it throb between her lips as she sucked hungrily on it. The feel and taste of Molly’s sex, hearing the harsh, guttural cries of ecstasy the strangled moans of pleasure inflamed Kate’s own lust more than ever.

The way her head was bent back, Kate could see Lord Barchester. He was standing there and Kate’s heart hammered when she was shocked to see Henri standing in front of him, avidly licking his master’s stiff swollen prick. There was no doubt that the French manservant’s tongue was having the same erotic effect on Lord Barchester as it had when he had gammed her.

Her breath burned in her throat when she saw Lord Barchester’s knees bend and his burly body stiffen. His hand held his leaping pulsating prick, his face contorted with sexual strain as the long, clever tongue of the Frenchman licked faster and more furiously at the swollen red knob and the shaft behind it.

Lord Barchester’s eyes were fastened on the two women as Kate’s wild cunt-lapping was inspired by the bizarre sight in front of her. Molly’s hips undulated faster and harder now as she mashed her wet cunt down harder against Kate’s sucking, licking mouth.

A wild, almost animal cry came from Lord Barchester, forcing Kate to turn and once more look at the bizarre coupling. She was just in time. Lord Barchester gave a gasping cry of agonized rapture, his entire body stiffening and Kate’s eyes opened wide when she saw the thick heavy creamy white sperm shoot fiercely out of the reddened glans of his taut-skinned cock to spatter on the straw-strewn floor. The first spurt went halfway across the room over the Frenchman’s head, each spurt falling lower and lower until one long stringy drop slipped from the tip of his prick.