The Young Governess (12 page)

It was the first time Kate had ever seen a man spend from having his cock sucked and licked to ejaculation and the weirdness of it, the wild erotic shock triggered off another cunt rending orgasm in her.

As her furious spasms died, Kate could feel Molly’s body tremble, her cunt rolling back and forth across Kate’s mouth as the big-breasted redhead went wild, also affected by the bizarre spectacle of Lord Barchester made to spend by the Frenchman’s tongue.

Kate could feel her cunt contracting fiercely around her tongue as she spent.

Opening her mouth wide, Kate sucked in and swallowed the sweet tasting elixir that ran down from Molly’s fanny. Her throat gulped furiously as that sweet, warm sticky stream flowed down into her mouth.

Feeling Molly pull up and off of her, Kate looked up. There was a look of something more than violent sexual arousal on Molly’s face. So moved was she by the experience of Kate’s lovemaking that she was actually crying with lust and emotion.

“I want to suck and tongue and gam you,” she sobbed. “I want to suck your cunt. Please. Let me gam your fanny.”

Kate lay on one of the thin mattresses while Molly arranged herself above her in classic soixante-neuf position. Kate could feel soft, warm, slightly moist lips kissing and sucking gently on her cunt lips, driving Kate to a high pitch of sexuality. The almost hungry lapping of Molly’s lips and tongue at her juicy fanny only made Kate hornier. Reaching up to hold the other’s bucking hips, she rubbed her hands across the smooth cheeks of Molly’s creamy, rolling arse as Molly licked sucked and tongued voraciously, uttering unintelligible sounds mingled with the slurping sounds of raw lust, her tongue lavishing exquisite sensations on Kate’s tender gash.

Suddenly, Kate felt Molly lift herself off and before she knew what was happening, felt herself turned over on her stomach. Kate’s body jerked in erotic shock when she felt Molly part the cheeks of her arse then insert her stiffened tongue deep into Kate’s critically sensitive arsehole. She licked up and down the inside of Kate’s thighs then flipped Kate over onto her back again, panting and moaning as she licked at the hot juiciness of the stable’s newest recruit.

“Ohhh… I loves gamming a nice hot sweet-tasting fanny,” Molly gasped, almost tearfully, her fingers digging deep inside Kate’s vagina, rubbing her blood engorged tender clitoris excitingly with hard rolling, pinching and pulling actions. “I want to eat and eat and suck your juicy pretty fanny and make you spend in my mouth. Oh, it is such a beautiful cunt. So nice and pink and wet. Oh, Kate my darling, now! I’m going to sp-spend!”

Kate held the passionate younger girl tight, feeling her quiver and then tense, shaking and shuddering as she came. Her body trembled wildly as the involuntary spasms seized her, then with a weak, quavering gasp she relaxed, rolling off Kate and onto her side. Kate was surprised: she realised that Molly had achieved her climax even though she had not even had a chance to repay the redhead’s ardent oral kisses. How curious, she thought: even though Molly was sucking me, it was she who spent, not I.

Kate, her own desires and passion now fully reawakened, though unfulfilled, lay there breathing hard. Her eyes lifted to look at the Frenchman who had silently watched the entire erotic episode with Molly. Now he lay close to them on the other thin mattress and Kate looked on as he slowly jerked his furiously swollen phallus. The way he gazed intently, pleadingly into her eyes, the way the foreskin moved on and off the gigantic purplish-red head of his uncircumcised cock as he worked his surprisingly delicate fingers up and down its huge shaft, all conspired to inflame and excite the very core of Kate’s libido. When Molly got up and went to refresh herself in the washroom, Kate turned towards him, lying on her front and raised herself up, cupping her chin in her hands. Vincent Barchester looked on as he lounged by the door of the stall.

Kate instinctively knew what she had to do now. Jumping up and going over to kneel beside him, she ran one hand back and forth across that hot throbbing steel-hard prick, while her other cupped and fondled his huge balls. With the desire to feel this rigid huge shaft in her cunt, Kate knelt in front of him on her hands and knees.

“Fuck me, Henri. Fuck me. Mount me and put your cock in me and fuck me like the bitch that I am, a young bitch in heat. Get up and put that big Frenchie’s prick of yours in my cunt. Oh Henri. Fuck me… fuck me… but don’t spend inside me… I don’t wish to be with child! J’ai creinte de devenir enceinte,” she mouthed at him in her schoolmistress French. To her relief, Henri was able to read her lips and understood. He smiled and nodded reassuringly.

She tensed when she felt the handsome Frenchman mount her from behind, his long, muscular arms locking around her middle. Kate could feel the rubbery head of his enormous prick probing to find her open slit. A long shaking ecstatic cry of sheer bliss rose in her throat when she felt the entire length of that beautiful, thick, steel-hard prick jam into her with one thrusting motion. His balls were already swollen and his hairy scrotal sack was tight around the end of his shaft , adding to the sensations, the exquisite friction, that created unprecedented thrills for Kate as Lord Barchester’s manservant began to fuck her in earnest.

She gloried in the fantastic feelings that flooded her as the deaf-mute fucked her with long, powerful, incredibly fast strokes that drove the head of his cock deep into the innermost recesses of her clinging, clasping cunt. It was unlike any other fucking she had ever had. The man’s prick was fully as thick but longer than Sir Bradley’s. Moreover he fucked her at a pace that, had it been the baronet’s, he would have spent within a few minutes. Yet the Frenchman just went on and on, the tempo and rhythm of his rapid in and out thrusts never slacking or slowing.

Moaning and sobbing with sheer nerve tingling delight, Kate revelled in the perverse excitement of being fucked by this virile young man in front of his older master. She held her hips and bottom motionless as the Frenchman fucked her skillfully and expertly, burying the full length of his phenomenal prick, that incredibly stiff shaft, deeper and harder into her at a fantastic speed. The feel of his huge ball sac rubbing against the swollen split of her cuntlips had Kate sobbing with delighted rapture.

Looking up through lust-fogged eyes, she saw Molly and Lord Barchester staring wide-eyed at her being screwed. Molly had Lord Barchester’s huge erection in her hand, jerking him off with slow steady strokes.

“Look at him go,” Molly gasped excitedly. “Look at him fuck her sweet little fanny. Oh Vincent, my darling, let me suck your cock or fuck me while we watch Henri fuck that beautiful cunt.”

Molly sank to her knees in front of Lord Barchester, turning him sideways so they could both watch the Frenchman screwing Kate. Her mouth opened wide to encompass the thick swollen knob on the end of Lord Barchester’s prick. Her hands gripped him by the cheeks of his arse, pulling him closer as her mouth slid back and forth along that thick veined cock.

“How… long… can… he… fuck?” Kate gasped.

“That rascal can go on for about twenty or twenty five minutes,” Lord Barchester grunted, his body jerking as Molly sucked on his prick. “Once he fucked Molly for thirty five minutes.”

“I… don’t… think… I… can… take… much… more. His cock… it’s so… big… it’s… wearing… out my… cunt.”

“Don’t worry,” Lord Barchester gasped, his hands gripping Molly’s bobbing head. “I can tell that it won’t be long before he finishes.”

The Frenchman’s prick seemed to grow even thicker and longer, his in-and-out strokes getting faster and Kate, who had already spent several times, could feel a massive orgasm, a truly great one, building up inside her stretched fanny.

With a growling, rasping sound, the Frenchman buried his immense prick to the very end in her cunt. A broken wailing cry came from Kate when her epic orgasm finally burst. Her body was wracked by fearsome spasms as the savage contractions of her cunt sent the most agonizing thrills through her. True to his word, the Frenchman wrenched his cock from the clasping confines of her sex and spurted again and again, his semen splattering the entire length of her shuddering, rippling, sweat-shining back.

She could feel each spurt of the Frenchman’s scalding spunk on her back as if it were the delicious lash of a silken whip; his huge, slowly softening cock still twitched as it drained the remaining drops of his heavy, sperm-laden balls onto her sensitive skin. Kate fell forward on the floor, almost unconscious but thoroughly satiated by the tremendous fucking she had just received.

Hearing the wet slurping sounds of Molly actively sucking Lord Barchester off caused Kate to look around just as Lord Barchester stiffened and a string of lustful obscenities poured from him as he came. Just as he did, Molly pulled her mouth off his pulsating shaft and leaned back so that his thick white spunk splattered all over her heaving stiff-nippled breasts.

Transfixed, Kate gaped wide-eyed as the excitedly moving Molly's hand smeared Lord Barchester’s spunk all over her tits, one of her hands spreading the thick cream all over those swollen mounds and especially around the thick erect nipples while she frigged herself energetically with the other. A low sobbing scream rose from Molly’s throat and her body shook as she experienced another shattering spend.

Later, when they had all recovered, Lord Barchester suggested a drink for them all. He produced a silver flask of brandy and poured a large measure of the restoring spirit into small silver cups which he handed to each of them.

The wanton Molly smiled and turned to Kate as she wiped Lord Barchester’s spunk off her tits with her fingers, then licked each one clean in turn. “Did you enjoy getting fucked by Henri, Kate? Isn’t he a caution, just? That prick of his! Did he fetch you well and good?”

“It was out of this world,” Kate replied fervently. “I’ve never been so beautifully fucked before.”

“Then here’s a toast to fucking and sucking,” Molly proposed. “To the beautiful Frenchman who sucks and fucks cunts so well and to Lord Barchester’s cock that tastes so good.”

“I’ll drink to that,” said Lord Barchester wearily, but happily, raising the flask to his lips and draining the remainder in one long, gulping draught.

Kate swallowed her drink thirstily even though it burned her throat. The entire experience of having had Henri lick her cunt, of Molly eating her fanny, and vice versa, plus the unbelievable fucking she had just gotten, had exhausted her. Sipping what remained of her brandy, she replaced her calico apron and, after kissing each of the company, returned to her own stall and lay down to rest, contemplating all that had happened in the last few days. Soon she fell asleep.

There were no more visitors that day and when Kate awoke, she helped the Handmaidens in their more menial tasks. She enjoyed talking to the girls: Molly, her new friend, and happy as a girl could be, for Vincent Barchester had tipped her another sovereign; Meg, a pert little street urchin from Rotherhithe with a mouth as foul as any bargee; Annie, a jolly, bouncy, seventeen-year-old lass from Lancashire; Susan, an astonishingly pretty, waif-like blonde whose willowy looks belied a character tougher than nails, and Bessie, an Irish girl who at first viewed Kate with suspicion but soon became a fast friend with all the Celtic warmth and whimsicality of her race. Finally there was Ruth. Ruth was just sixteen, a sloe-eyed beauty, the daughter of an immigrant tailor and his wife who had died of cholera in one of the recent epidemics. Despite her relative youth, in Ruth Kate found a kindred spirit, and she could not help but make comparisons between this girl and another sixteen-year old: the far less intelligent, but amiable, Ellie. After supper she felt tired once more and was quite happy to return to her stall and fall into a deep, satisfying slumber.

* * * * *

Next morning, the girls were up early, ready and available. Kate had awoken refreshed and with a more positive outlook on the ordeal that she had so feared to begin with; indeed, it was becoming more like a visit to some erotic paradise. She ate a hearty breakfast. At eleven o’ clock, the first visitors started to arrive at the Stables.

Her first ‘visitor’ was a pleasant enough man. Reasonably good-looking and young enough to be her elder brother, his only shortcomings were the less-than-impressive size of his penis and the wedding band that he wore. There was little in the way of conversation between them. Since she was now quite certain that she was at a safe stage of her cycle, Kate allowed him to fuck her without a prophylactic, and relished the feeling of his pounding cock as it stiffened within her tight, juicy cunt and started to pulse its passionate emission into the depths of her sex. She herself found that she was unable to spend, although the sensations thus generated were most enjoyable. The news soon spread that ‘the new gal’ was pretty as a picture, well spoken and fucked like a Whitechapel whore. Within ten minutes another had taken his place and thereafter she scarcely had time even to wash herself between fucks. Still, she failed to reach a satisfying climax. By lunchtime she had had seven more ‘customers’ and her near-virginal cunt was awash with sperm. The pretty young governess had also sucked her first man to spending in her mouth. The taste was not quite as bad as she had expected it to be.

There was a long lull during the period of luncheon and then the men started to arrive at the Stables once more. Molly’s prediction of Kate becoming ‘toast of the swells’ proved to be correct. Indeed, Kate soon became so much in demand by the top-hatted, aristocratic, moustachioed gentlemen that a sort of informal queue formed, the men chatting amongst themselves in a clubbish sort of way and looking on in amusement while they awaited their turn with ‘the new young filly’. Many did not even bother to undress, but simply unbuttoned themselves and took her while still fully clothed. Despite her efforts to enjoy being the centre of so much attention, Kate began to find their lack of imagination and finesse more irksome than exciting. There was no time to enjoy the individuality of each man, nor any time to find pleasure in these rapid, peremptory couplings.