The Young Governess (13 page)

Towards the end of the day however, after a longish quiet period, a man entered Kate’s stall and asked politely if he could ‘avail himself of her bottom’. As an antidote to the parade of uninspiring copulative experiences she had endured that long day, Kate consented almost eagerly. Suitably lubricated with finger and tongue, as well as a little oil that had been provided for that very purpose, the pretty governess quickly scrambled to a kneeling position with her buttocks high in the air and braced herself for what she hoped would be a pleasurable assault on her nether hole. Not entirely to her surprise, the experience was so much all she hoped it would be that she was quickly transported to a plateau of sensual delight and then, when her imaginative sodomite used his skilful fingers upon her responsive little nub, he contrived to bring her off so violently that she scared the poor man half to death with her joyful shrieks and brought her new-found sisters running to her stall in alarm. All was well, however, that ended well, with little Meg squatting down behind her hero and administering such an enjoyable tonguing to his own bottom, interspersed with the most foul-mouthed commentary on the act that he had ever, or was ever, likely to hear, that he was able to continue to the natural conclusion of his buggery: he fairly exploded into the very depths of Kate’s rectum.

On the morning of her last day as a provisional Handmaiden, Kate looked forward to the day with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she revelled in her newfound sensuality and her proficiency as a courtesan; moreover, she heartily enjoyed the camaraderie of her Handmaiden sisters. But equally, she began to wonder where all this would lead. Although she looked forward to returning to the certainties of her life as governess at Walthrop, her position there seemed insecure and fraught with dangers. A practical girl at heart, she realised that she was no nearer to her goal of finding a suitable mate for matrimony. She realised, too, that she still lacked the experience to venture out into the wide world without more than a few pounds to her name.

The answer to her dilemma came in the shape of a tall, sartorially elegant, dark stranger. Kate could not help herself: as the good-looking young man walked towards her, his handsome features were so genial and so full of good humour that she found herself smiling despite her gloomy musings.

“Miss Spencer, I believe?” he said.

Kate was covered in confusion. How could he possibly know my name, she wondered? Suddenly she felt very under-dressed in her little calico apron, and in a fit of irrational modesty, she had an almost unbearable desire to cover her breasts.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure, Sir?” she asked, blushing furiously and resisting the impulse to bring her hands up in order to shield her vulnerable bosom.

“I beg your pardon, Miss. My name is Robert Harcourt. I am Lady Fordham’s brother, and to me has fallen the happy duty of escorting you back to Walthrop.”

Despite her surprise at this news, Kate’s eyes could not withstand the temptation of looking at Mr Harcourt’s groin: here she saw an impressive bulge that seemed to grow as she watched. Tearing her eyes away, she drew herself up to her full height and, breasts proudly out-thrust, said, “Very well, Sir. I shall prepare to leave.”

Just at that moment, Mrs Pike, a very humble and ingratiating Mrs Pike, arrived with Kate’s clothes.

“Here you are my dear. I’m so sorry, I was to have given you these earlier, before… before Mr. Harcourt arrived here. It seems that your time with the Handmaidens is over. We shall all miss you until your return, which we hope will be very soon.”

Kate accepted the small bundle with a murmured thanks and went to her stall to dress. When she emerged, the transformation from fille de joie to demure governess was complete.

* * * * *

As they walked slowly back to Walthrop, Kate gave her saviour a sidelong glance. He really was very handsome indeed, she thought. Colouring a little, but taking her courage in both hands, she asked him, “Why has your sister decided that I may return?”

It was Robert Harcourt’s turn to look uncomfortable.

“Oh,” he replied vaguely, “I believe that my young niece was made inconsolable by your absence.”

They walked on in silence for a few moments. And then he quickly overtook Kate, standing in front of her and seizing both her hands in his, letting her valise fall to the grassy path.

“No, Kate, if I may be so bold as to call you thus, the truth is that I begged my sister to be allowed to rescue from your terrible ordeal. You did not see me but I was there… there in the Old Stables, yesterday. I saw how… how they used you… it was…”

His earnest voice died to a whisper and he found himself at a loss for the right words.

Kate Spencer looked at him from beneath her long lashes and gave him a slightly arch look.

“It wasn’t so bad, Mr. Harcourt. Why, in fact, I think that I rather enjoyed it. It was certainly most… salutary, as your sister might say,” Kate said, gently disengaging herself from his fervent grasp.

They walked a little way on.

“And did you… did you like what you saw of me in the Old Stables, Mr. Harcourt?” She wanted to ask him if he had found any of the other sights in the Old Stables to his liking, too, but her instincts were to leave this question for another time. Whatever he was, Robert seemed no prude, of that she was sure.

“Please, call me Robert. Yes, very much, Kate. I did, very much. Indeed, if the eyes can fall in love, mine have fallen head over heels with you.”

“Sir… Robert… you flatter me.” Now Kate was enjoying her flirtation immensely. It appeared that she would soon have this handsome young man wrapped around her little finger. And what a perfect revenge on the treacherous Fordhams! “But I am puzzled as to why you did not take me when you had the chance, for so many others enjoyed me that day.”

“Oh, I desired you, of course, but I could not bring myself to share you with those coarse yahoos… those boors!”

Kate looked down, surprised to see that he again was holding her hands. She looked up at him and suddenly he took her head in his hands and kissed her, long and hard. She felt a surge of exultant love and hope in her breast; she hardly knew this man, but already she sensed her motives for revenge evaporating; she could feel herself falling passionately in love with him.

“Oh Robert,” she gasped, laughing with pleasure, when they broke the kiss in order to regain breath, “have you come to rescue me?”

By way of an answer, Robert kissed his damsel in distress once more, and she could feel his impressively large manhood press urgently against her thigh.

When they arrived at Walthrop, apart from the odd housemaid going about her duties, the place seemed almost deserted.

They went first to her room, which seemed to be just as she had left it, in order to leave her valise; then they repared to his. They looked at each other almost shyly as they stood in front of the large four-poster bed.

“Come, Mr. Harcourt,” said Kate teasingly, “I see you need some encouragement.”

She undid the top button of her dress.

* * * * *

Robert saw her face flushed and excited and heard her moaning and gasping as she engulfed his swollen cock in her mouth.

He watched contentedly. His cock felt wonderful in that hot, velvety mouth. She was as wildly aroused by their encounter as he; just as promiscuous and just as daring, he guessed, and he had never found anyone that could suck his long, thick cock as tenderly as she could.

He enjoyed the show, watching Kate with her hair still tied up in a neat bun, head bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock. He groaned deeply as he watched and felt the bulbous head of his prick encircled by her busy little tongue. The cherry-pink of her lips looked beautiful against the mauve-pink skin of his circumcised glans, and it felt heavenly.

Robert grasped her thigh and pulled it closer to his head. She was kneeling with her full, pale buttocks facing him. She raised her thigh as he pulled it toward him and straddled his head with her luscious hips, not missing a stroke on his cock as she did so.

Here was a delightful prospect for Robert – Kate’s fragrant, hot fanny spread out invitingly right in front of his flushed face and hungry mouth. Her dark brown pubic hair was soft and fine, and it framed her plump, downy fanny-lips; above, by contrast, he noticed that her tightly puckered anus was quite devoid of any hair. He stared at the beautiful, juicy sight for a long moment before taking his first taste of her wet cunt.

Grasping the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks, he spread her arse-cheeks and exposed even more of her lovely fanny. He saw her cunt open, her arsehole spread, and her swollen clitoris strain from between her turgid fanny-lips as he pressed his face into her steamy crotch.

Kate released an ecstatic groan as she felt Robert’s skilled tongue touch her excited cunt. She sucked harder on the head of his cock, straining to get more of his massive prick into her mouth as he began to excite her juicy fanny.

Robert pressed his tongue lightly against Kate’s exposed, pink little bean and licked smoothly up through the humid valley of her cunt, into her dripping hole, and on to her flexing arsehole – where he lingered for a moment to tantalize the wrinkled pucker. He then swept his tongue quickly back through the hot cleft of her cunt, pressing more firmly this time, and plucked the throbbing clitoris into his mouth, sucking hard.

“Aahh... that’s right... suck me, suck my little nubbin, dearest Robert... suck it hard!” she cried, her mouth involuntarily leaving his cock as the delicious feelings in her loins swept through her entire lithe young body.

She sucked his cock back into her quivering mouth, pulling him in deeper this time as he continued to tease her clit. He quickly understood the way she liked it. He kept a steady pressure on that swollen bud of clit-flesh, feeling it throb and move, and then began to flick, lightly and maddeningly, with the tip of his tongue. Keeping the hot little love-button trapped with his lips, he vibrated it expertly with his tongue. He felt the warm sensation of his cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth in return.

“Mmmm…,” she moaned, her mouth and the back of her throat stuffed with Robert’s cock. She was going wild with lust. She wanted to devour his cock. Robert’s hot mouth sucking and manipulating that most sensitive part of her cunt was unleashing all her passion.

With her animal desires blazing, she fought back the reflex to gag and pressed her head down farther on Robert’s long cock, letting it slide all the way into her clasping throat passage. Her lips pressed against his pubic hair as she gulped and sucked on his hot prick.

A gasp of delighted disbelief came from Robert now as he felt her throat consume his entire cock like a velvet-gloved hand. He let her throbbing clit escape from his sucking mouth and began again to lap his tongue through the entire hot, wet region of her loins. He licked in long strokes, massaging her burning crotch from her clitoris to her delicate little arsehole.

His actions were becoming more and more frenzied, and he could no longer pull his face away from her fanny to look at her erotic image in the long cheval looking glass at the end of the bed. He knew that as they each sucked and licked one another, their sexual bonds were becoming stronger and stronger, binding them together in a cocoon of love and lust.

Kate was close to spending. Robert could tell by the way his cock was deep in her throat, and by the way her hips were starting to buck and twitch above his face. He could also tell by the way her cunt-hole was squeezing his tongue as he plunged deep into her fanny, and by the way her arsehole was flexing excitedly.

He knew that now was the time to push her over the edge of bliss – before he came and while she was at the peak of her passion. He again captured her twitching clit between his lips and massaged and pulled firmly on her small pink bud. He felt the tiny centre of passion throb as he pulled, her hot fanny-flesh stretching and straining as he clamped down more firmly.

“Ahhh… uuhhh!” His skillful manipulation of her clit did the trick. Her head was raised above his cock, her face a mask of passion as she howled and moaned in the ecstasy of her orgasm.

As her spasms gradually faded, Kate relaxed her lust-tightened body. She hung her head back between Robert’s legs and sucked gently just at the head of his bloated cock. She sucked with her eyes closed, a placid, satisfied expression on her sweet, pretty face.

Robert took one last, loving lick at her tightly flexed arsehole and gently pushed her hips forward. She knew just what he wanted her to do. All that was needed was a hint.

She crept forward slowly on her knees, still straddling Robert’s body. He watched with pleasure the lovely scene her spread arse-cheeks made as they shifted from side to side, opening and closing to reveal her arsehole and the dark-haired pouch of her fanny-lips.

Robert thought back to what they had being doing only minutes before. The image so fixed in his mind was still that of Kate finger fucking, her actions feverish and tense. One hand was at her tits, kneading her soft, white tit-flesh and pulling at her erect nipples. Her other hand was still between her smooth thighs: her fingers alternately plucking at her clit, dipping into her twat, tantalizing her arsehole. Her face now had the expression of a woman totally absorbed in the wonderful task of bringing herself off. And doing a very good job of it.

But now Kate’s hips were poised over Robert’s cock – it waved erect, pointing straight at her luscious loins. Reaching between her legs, Kate spread her neat inner cunt-lips with her fingers. She pulled them widely apart, opening her twat for Robert’s magnificent nine-inch prong. She slowly lowered herself until the head of his large tool was just touching the inner opening of her fanny. She released her hold on the flaps of her cunt and they surrounded the head of his cock with a warm wetness.

“Oh, dearest Kate, your fanny… it’s burning my cock, it’s as if…” Robert groaned as the head of his flesh-truncheon was engulfed by her warm fanny.

Kate placed a finger on his lips.