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When the extract begins, lovely Livvy (the Lady Olivia
Cherrypit), after describing a recent visit to her country mansion from none
other than Mr. William Shakespeare the Play-wright, is in her front
garden awaiting a visit from the pretty youth Romario, who has been a-courting
Livvy on behalf of his besotted master the Duke Oswald, her neighbor. Far from
reciprocating Oswald’s love, Livvy has instead developed a healthy lust for the
messenger, the unsuspecting Romario. The better to achieve her aim of
getting into the youth’s breeches ASAP, the sly young lady has sent all of her
servants, including her pompous steward Marjoy, on errands to town; so she now
has the house, and Romario, all to herself …
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I was, till very lately, courted by the lord Oswald, the young duke my
neighbor. He would pen me woeful lyrics like, “If music be the food of love,
play on ...” I swear, even without my brother’s demise I’d have worn black, in
mourning for the death of Poesy! I continually spurned him, and his
doggerel to boot. Oh, he’s a comely enough blade, possessing much land and
wealth, but my quim never twinged for him. His maudlin manner, his air of
self-regard, were qualities not like to provoke an itch down there! My bias is
for a girl or boy of bold wit enough to match my own. The prospect of a match,
if only in a trial of wits, whets my appetite, and my cunt, so to speak!
Well, I’d spurned Oswald’s advances so oft in the past months, I
couldn’t fathom how a fellow could be so deficient in pride as to pursue me
across the seas of passion any further; till one fateful day near the end of
September, he veered into another channel, sending an eloquent young pinnace to
invade my strands on his behalf! This youth, by name Romario, was a stranger to
me; by his accent and olive-brown skin, I made sure he was from some foreign
shore. I was drawn by two qualities in the youth: item, his dark, appealing
eyes; and item, the freshness of his skin, as velvet to my touch as the fur of
a ripe peach. I once gave him a contemptuous pat on the cheek to send him on
his way, and could feel its texture for days after! I have a predilection for
very young men, but the freshness of Romario was more provoking and I
blush to say it, girl-like, than I’d ever seen in a youth. His large
eyes were soft as a doe’s, his lips as moist as those of a gamboling nymph,
who’s slaked her thirst with the juice of a pomegranate, while her maiden minge
is ravished by the rod of a randy faun!
I was deeply stirred the first time he’d appeared at my door to plead
his master’s affection. Did not the poet write, “Whoever lusted, that lusted
not at first sight?” I soon devised a plot to ensure this youth’s continued
return, despite my nay-saying his master. I think ’twas his third visit when,
at his departing, I’d said, “Bring no more missives, I prithee; yet you must
needs return on Wednesday next, to report to me how your master takes this my
refusal!”
This Wednesday (our local market day) I’d contrived to be alone when
Romario called. I’d dispersed my household thus: my uncle Toby, with his crony
Sir Andrew, I had sent on a fishing excursion to the Thames; with them went Maria, my saucy maid, who had
become somewhat familiar with Toby, and had taken to much quaffing with him.
The boat was laden with flasks of Canary wine, so I made sure they’d be gone
till sundown! I dispatched my steward Marjoy in the family carriage to Henley with the other servants, to make household
purchases, trusting they’d take full advantage of their freedom and stay abroad
till curfew. All was well, for as the clock of Henley church chimed the hour, Romario arrived,
unaware we were the only human souls present on the estate. It being a warm
September day I was in my garden, reclining on the rustic love-seat beneath my
father’s old apple tree. Its leaves had turned to bronze, and the filtered
sunlight was dripping onto my brows … He tripped into view, having taken his
customary short-cut over the fields. His shirt was tucked into his breeches; it
being unseasonably warm, he’d doffed his doublet and ’twas flung athwart his
shoulder. I’d abandoned my veil on this occasion and wore instead a black
cloche hat, concealing my luxuriant locks, save for a few golden strands that
peeped saucily out around my ears. I noted how dainty was Romario’s
gait, but when he saw me he approached with a heavier tread, past the
Michaelmas daisies and the late-flowering red-hot pokers that advanced their
rude spikes toward that great golden quim in the sky … See, with what poetic
enthusiasm do I recall that heavenly day!
I’d never known a youth to resist me for long, and calculated ’twould
be no different with this one; but to encourage a speedy submission I extended
my thigh along the bench a little, allowing my foot to dangle, thus revealing
my stockinged ankle; and rested my right hand in the well of my lap so my
knuckles lay across my pussy, where I might privily nudge it at need. I’m
pleased to say, ’twas already purring in anticipation!
After the youth had described in piteous tones Oswald’s despair at my
latest denial, he began reciting some of his master’s doggerel, upon the which
I cried, “Enough! No more! Your master’s verse would freeze beer; how could it
hope to warm me? It seems,” I added, “you’ve had another bootless
visit!”
I was taken aback with the heat of Romario’s reply. “Madam, you scorn
my master’s sincerity of purpose; it does not become one so fair!” His eyes
flashed fire, and the lightning of his scorn flickered across his lip. My pussy-lips
pulsed at this brave show, and I was nigh dropping to my knees so I might yank
his love-stalk free of his breeches, and lavish with my wet spit its hot red
end!
Yet I stood in sudden alarm, for tears sprung from his big brown eyes,
not at all like the indignant youth of moments earlier. I hardly knew where to
put myself; ’twas as if a guileless girl now stood in the shoes of the young
man who’d skipped so confidently into my garden. Seeing his extreme agitation,
I reached out my hand, but he flinched away, turning his back on me as a mighty
sob shook him. He put his hands to his head and his doublet fell from his arm
onto the ground.
Resolving to put the youth at his ease, I exclaimed, “Romario, be not
dismayed; come sit beside me, that you may share with me your discomfiture.”
His back was to me. “I cannot; I needs must return to my master,” he
said; yet he stirred not.
Now is the woodcock near the gin, I thought, sensing his irresolution. “Come, youth, I see y’are
distressed; sit you down.” I led him to the love-seat. His head was bowed, as
if he were shamed to show such extreme agitation. “Come now,” I said “men may
cry! David wept over the death of his friend Jonathan, and they were both great
warriors. Weep you then, my dear Romario. There is none to mock you, for we are
quite alone!” He looked up, scanning the garden with his doe-like eyes. They
glistered with tears; oh, how beauteous he seemed to me then! I could not resist taking his lovely face in my
hands. “What ails you, fair youth? Has your master whipped you for your lack of
success in persuading me?”
“No, no …
I …” My intuition told me he would
tell his trouble if allowed time; so I held him there and gave him an
encouraging smile. Surely enough, he went on, “You …you know I am a stranger to
England?”
“I had supposed so, yes …”
“Twas fate that brought me
hither. There was a shipwreck, and I survived, but ’twas my sweet brother’s
fate that he did not!” He closed his eyes to hold back the tears.
“Oh, my poor boy. I had not thought …”
“Julio was my twin,” Romario cried, “and I was closer to him than I
have ever been to anyone!”
Twin brothers! A
vision flashed before me: two identical olive-skinned boys, as naked as the day
they were born, sprawled across my day-bed with me ’twixt ’em; one was lapping
with his hot tongue my swollen cunt-lips, the other straddled my face, his
distended member sliding into my wet mouth as my tongue curled round the
throbbing stem … Gasping, blushing, I quickly thrust the vision away; but
Cesario had oped his eyes and seen my discomfiture.
“What ails you, mistress? If ’tis my unhappiness that causes you this
distress, I will depart. I … have these moments, but they pass.” I became very
still. His voice had changed! The customary viol-like tones had risen in pitch,
and I heard now the reedy warbling of a flute ... He
caught his breath, realizing I’d noted the change. The youth tried to rise, but
I held his head still ’twixt my hands, his curls growing damp under my sweating
palms.
“Please,” he exclaimed, “you cannot understand!” His shoulders shook
with anxiety.
“Try me!” I cried.
I do confess, I was now considerably in heat. My brief vision of the
naked twins had begun it, and now the proximity of his shining eyes threatened
fair to steal away all my composure. Then he did something that turned my
bowels to sand: reaching up, he took my right hand, and placed it against his
chest. Saint
Paul on
the road to Damascus had not a greater epiphany, for I felt through
the linen of his shirt not a manly bosom, but a small, cherry-ripe girl’s
breast, its erect nipple hard as a pebble against my damp palm. I gasped in
amaze; I was looking into the face of a sweet, young girl, with enormous eyes,
their lashes dripping with emotion, her lips parted to reveal her wet tongue!
My loins convulsed, my jaw dropped; I knew no words.
“Know you, fair lady,” she said, “my name is not Romario, but Julia:
I am my late twin Julio’s sister! His trunk was washed ashore
with me, and it contained a suit of his. I cast off my woman’s weeds and donned
it for a disguise, to protect myself from unwonted advances in this strange
land. The fit was good; we’re so alike in height and appearance, I swear I’m
his exact image in doublet and hose. Oh, my! If the duke knew his Romario were
a stripling girl instead of a strapping youth, I know not how ’twould fadge!”
We were still standing in a half-embrace, her hand pressing mine to her
fluttering breast, I holding the side of her head; and ’twas now, while her
defenses were down, that I stormed the barricade of her innocence! “Oh, my
dear, sweet Julia, I have a secret, too!” I said, tugging off my cap so that my
golden locks tumbled over my shoulders. “Here!” I took her free hand in mine, and
bringing it down to my hip-placket I pushed it in, so that her forearm
disappeared under my skirts by way of the naughty slit I told you of before!
Then, bringing my face to within an inch of hers, I licked her mouth!
She gasped with pleasure, panting like a hunted fawn; and her eyes glazed
over. Next, I reached down and grasping her hand through my dress, pushed it
fairly into my crotch. She yelped like a puppy as she felt the warm stickiness
oozing through my thin linen shift. I’ve said my tongue is long: this
she was shortly ware of, for I uncurled its pink length between her opened
lips and caressed her tongue with it. A startled moan escaped her and I
began to moan too as her hand suddenly came alive inside my skirts and closed,
with searching fingers, over my pulsing cunt-mound, pushing the saturated silk
of my shift right into my tingling sheath! We were kissing with abandon now, my
blonde hair mingling with her brown curls, chewing on each other’s lips and
teeth and tongues like famished animals. I tore at her shirt, ripping it down
the middle, exposing her exquisite little tits, and their pert brown nipples
hardened under the assault of fingers and tongue. From mouth to tit and back to
mouth I went, while my other hand traveled down to her breeches; I tore apart
the waistband and thrust it down into her lap. The breeches were all that she
wore about her loins, so that it was but an instant ere I’d inserted a long
forefinger into her slit and tickled her fleshy cunt-lips. Unlike the downy
fuzz that graces my love-mound, her cunt-hair formed a veritable bush
that spread upward in a generous triangle. We both emitted cries of desire as
we clawed at each other’s clitties, swelling toward our climax, the hot
quim-juice gushing between our fingers; and as we clung together moaning and
sighing, we came in the same instant, wave upon wave of passion-fluid shooting
forth our cunts, flooding our fluttering fingers and splashing down our thighs.
Suddenly Julia froze in a gasp of alarm. I drew back. “What is it, my dear?” I exclaimed. “You have
nothing to fear in my arms!”
She was peering over my shoulder. “No, look, across the field: someone
approaches!”
I turned and saw we were no longer alone in the landscape; for
descending Westhope Hill, swaggering along at a smart pace, was Marjoy my
steward, returning barely an hour after he’d departed to town with the other
servants. In a matter of moments he’d be strutting up the garden path, and if
he should see us so engaged, particularly Julia, whose pert, bare breasts were
glistening from my spit … my, would he have a tale to tell!
“Fuck! ’Tis my idiot steward, come back early from his errand!”
“Oh, lord!” she cried, “What shall we do?”
“Come, without delay: he can hardly see us yet. He’s entered the small
copse below the garden. Where is your doublet? Ah! There, where you dropped
it.” She dashed across the sward and grabbed the garment and while she donned
it, I did what I could with my tumbling locks, piling them onto my head and
jamming on my cap. I smoothed out my skirts as best as maybe, while Julia
stuffed her torn shirt into her breeches. The breeches themselves were beyond
her skill, for in my feverish assault on her sweet loins I’d ripped to shreds
the laces that held them together at the front. She crossed her legs to hold
them up as she buttoned her doublet with frantic fingers. Acute as our
predicament was, I was moved to laugh, and she responded with the like
mirth; doubtless she was happier than she’d been for weeks, having found a
friend with whom she might sip the sweet nectar of forbidden pleasure!
Marjoy emerged anon into the garden, flourishing his steward’s staff.
He was wearing yellow stockings – I can’t abide yellow – accented by
cross-gartering, a fashion I do abhor. ’Twas my fault he was so clad, for when
he’d first appeared in this guise at Whitsun last, he’d asked, “And what does
madam think of this my new-minted fashion?”
“Sooth, I cannot conceive of any
sight more like to transport me to heaven post-haste!” I did mean, that I’d
rather be dead than see him in ’em, but his self-love had blinded him to the
irony of my remark!
We presented a formal tableau. I sat primly on the love seat, my legs
firmly together now (and like to remain so a while, glued as they were with my
lately-gushing cum!), and ‘Romario’ stood stiffly erect, one hand clamped to
her waist, the other held toward me as if she’d just concluded an oration on
behalf of her noble master. This would be a familiar sight to Marjoy, as she’d
so frequently been a messenger to my mansion.
“Madam: I return betimes!”
announced the tiresome fellow.
“Yes, Marjoy, I’m ware you’re early back from town. And why, pray,
are you so? You’ve hardly had time to fulfill your duties!” I knew the reason:
he’d hoped to find me alone so he could peek through a window, and catch me
taking a bath – or slipping off my robe – or privily stroking my pussy – Ufh! I
shuddered at the thought of his drooling over that!
“Ah-ha! There’s the cunning of it, madam,” he replied. “I gave the
young knave Fabian the list, and he and others of your household are making the
purchases; and I did think it not unmeet that I should dispense with the
benefit of the household carriage, and strut home on Shanks’s Pony; for it
eases the heart, and benefits the constitution, so to exercise one’s person on
such a delightful morn as this present!” And the ass bowed low, doubtless
anticipating praise for his pompous verbiage. Well, I could agree with him on
one thing: it had been a ‘delightful morn’ thus
far, at least for me and my youthful companion!
I was in buoyant mood from our late minge-meddling, tho’ I presented a
stern front to him. “’Tis not meet, Marjoy,” I said, “for you so to neglect
your duties. Lord knows what my servants will be getting up to back
there in town. The taverns, not to mention the stews, may tempt them to excess,
I fear, and you’ll not be there to correct ’em. I’ve a mind to send you back,
lest my household be condemned for a riot!” You may think it unkind of me so to
berate him, but Marjoy had annoyed me many a time and oft, by walking into my
bedroom of a sudden when Maria was assisting my toilet; or admonishing my
jester Spud, for no other reason than he’d sought to make light my bereavement
with a jest or two.
I do recall an occasion some two months since when Spud had said something
that provoked me to anger, and I’d ordered the servants to remove the Fool from
the house; upon which Spud had thrown down a challenge.
“Give me leave, Madonna, to prove you a fool!” (he’d always
addressed my mother so, and now the mantle had fallen on me).
“Ha! Can you prove it?”
“Dexteriously!” He paused, then priest-like intoned, “I think your
brother’s in hell, Madonna.”
“I know his soul is in heaven,
Fool!” was my indignant reply.
“The more fool you, Madonna, mourning your brother’s soul, being
in heaven. Take away the fool, gentlemen!”
I could not but admit the verity of his remark with a smile, whereas
the look on Marjoy’s face would have curdled cream!
Truth
is, the knave couldn’t bear my giving the time of day to Spud, for he was a prey
to that green-eyed monster that mocks the meat it feeds on: I do mean the sin
of Envy. For I was ware that Marjoy had a fancy for me, and had deluded himself
that I might one day allow him to enter the fragrant portal of my quim! Not
that I would bar the door to an older man, if he were otherwise desirable: but
this Marjoy possessed no advantageous qualities. His belly hung
over his belt, his breath reeked o’ the rotten fens, and his teeth stood so
awry, that on the rare occasion he smiled, I was provoked to retch. Moreover –
I blush to tell it – he had a singularly
disgusting little tiddler of a prick!
I
was once taking the air in the lower garden, and heard from behind the
box-hedge that grows there an unsavory grunting. I did think at first a hog had
’scaped our farmyard, but it proved otherwise, for t’was my steward, doing
something I shudder even to recall! His grunts were mingled with words that
left me in no doubt who’d inspired this vigorous exercising his member.
“Oh, my golden-haired beauty,” he muttered, “come close, and let me prod your
moist cunt, while I lick the perspiration from your pointy boobies!” I had been
aroused to mirth, had I not so sickened at the sight: I was near to vomiting!
But we ladies are nothing if not perverse. Spite of my revulsion, I must see
this vile act: I might at least behold a member worthy of my imagined
presence! I crept on my toes to the end of the hedge and cautiously peeped
round it, till his profile came in view ... There
was pot-bellied Marjoy, his hand pumping furiously between his legs, as if
’twere extreme labor for him to reach his zenith; but more I could not see, for
his hand entirely covered his little cock! I clapped my hand to my mouth to dam
the laughter I felt bubbling to my lips; at the same time I made sure something
was bubbling into his hand, ’cause at that instant he shuddered mightily,
crying, “Oh-my-dear-sweet-Olivia, gorge yourself on my love-milk!” The Lord
preserve me! He arched his back and shot his load onto the greensward. This
proved a disappointment, for there would not have been enough to fill
grandmother’s thimble! My giggles came near to betraying me, so I footed it
featly up to the house, dashed into my closet and fell a-shaking on my bed.
Maria, who was there folding linen, received my breathless account with much
merriment. What made this episode singularly ironical was that Marjoy is a
self-professed Puritan, who had never missed an opportunity to admonish my
uncle for his ‘immoderate’ revelries: a moral prig, who was wont to privily tug
at his own immoral prick! I know not how Spud came to hear of
this – haply Maria reported it to him – but shortly after he walked in, just as
Marjoy was reading me some catechism or other from his prayer book, and
provoked the steward to fury thus: “Sir, you’re piety is much admired. Tell me,
would’st rather guide my lady to Eternity with thy missal, or to Maternity
with thy muscle?” I could not stay to hear Marjoy’s response, for I had been
like to piss myself with mirth had I remained.
So
here stood ’twixt us the pompous fool a-dithering, having scotched my plan to
tempt the duke’s youth to fucking! For my mother’s sake (she having held Marjoy
in high regard), I kept the lid on the cauldron of my ire. “Go you, Marjoy,” I
said, “and restore you from your ‘bracing constitutional’, that you may be fit
to tend your flock on their return. But,” I continued, wagging my long index
finger under his nose, “if your fellow-servants be not here ere curfew, you will
walk back to find ’em!”
“Ay, madam, I go with all convenient haste,” he replied, and with that
he fetched him off to the servants’ quarters, where he might fetch himself off
to eternity, for aught I cared!
Julia was now giggling openly as I tripped over to her, slipped my arm
round her waist and clasped her close, so that the insides of our thighs
nestled one with another, our firm young tits pressed nipple to nipple. The
kiss that ensued was one of the fruitiest it’s been my joy to partake of! My
tongue is twice as long as hers, but she made up for the deficiency in length
by an admired dexterity, causing her tongue to vibrate in my mouth with the
speed of a bat’s wing. At length, we pulled apart to draw breath.
“We must needs part for this
present, my new-discovered honey-pot!” I said, ‘Marjoy does haunt me still, and
haply is spying on us even as we speak!”
“I do fear it,” she replied, “and the duke my master will be in high
anxiety, for I’ve been abroad much longer than has been my wont. Lord! I hope
he’ll not think I’ve succeeded in my mission, and gained your affection after
all!”
“Well, my sweet, you have,” I cried, pressing my hand into the
damp patch ’twixt the legs of her breeches, “and you’ve surely had a successful
emission!”
“Oh dear … he must not learn of this, my lady. You would not tell him?”
I laughed. “Not I, for he might forbid you to come again: I
couldn’t bear that! Our secret is safe. But come again soon, my fair
Julia,” I said, smacking my lips. “I had not known how lonely I’ve been these
past weeks.”
“I will,” she replied, “as soon as maybe. In truth I must
confess – Oh, dear, you will think me most immodest … “
“What – what?”
“Well; I have this unbearable itch: here; it has not left me
yet, even tho’ I
gushed so … I feel my pussy purring for more of your
caresses!” She put her hand to her breeches, and pressed her forefinger into
the crease between her legs.
Cocky wench! My head swam with renewed desire … “Be assured, my
love,” I averred, “I have the like sensation! Yet you must go now;
otherwise I’ll throw caution to the hazard, and finger-fuck you here on my
lawn, in front of Marjoy if need be!”
We closed in a final embrace, then holding up her breeches, she walked
off down the garden, stepping more lightly than when she’d entered my demesne.
She’d no need to conceal her girlishness from me now! I stood sighing for a
while, my hand pressed into my lap, in hope to ease the throbbing of my still
swollen clitty. A warm bath, I said to myself, would ease this ache! I
resolved to have Maria prepare one for me on her return. I repaired to my
closet, threw off my dress and collapsed onto the bed. ’Twould be some hours
ere my bath could be filled. I closed my eyes, reviewing the events of the past
hour. This however excited me overmuch: my naughty clitty yet throbbed for attention,
so I took down a book of sonnets to divert me, and shortly drifted into
slumber. At length I dreamed, so vividly, it seems to me even now like the
memory of a real event … Oh, I wish!
I lifted myself onto my elbows and saw that the door had opened an
inch. I was dismayed, yet fascinated! What happened next will forever be graven
in my memory. The cupboard door swung open … ’twas large enough to accommodate
two people standing, and so there were: two pretty, olive-skinned young
creatures standing before me in utter nakedness. The blood came pounding to my
throat, my loins tingled and I felt a mighty twitching in my quim, while my wet
cunt-lips began to drip, drip onto the linen sheet.
I found myself lying on the floor of a white room; the floorboards were
white, the paneled walls and ceiling being the like color. The windows were
closed to the outside world by white shutters, and a large, closed cupboard was
set into the angle of one of the corners. Looking around I could discern no
door, but surmised there must be one, probably set into the wall-paneling. I
was lying on my back on a large linen sheet and wore not a stitch of clothing,
save for red stockings which reached nigh the top of my thighs. My long golden
hair was let loose, a pool of radiance flowing about my head and shoulders. My
legs were spread something apart, my knees drawn up so that my ass was raised,
yet not so far as to prevent the tender flesh of my cunt-lips being tickled by
the nap of the sheet. My arms extended at right angles to my body, my palms
pressed downward, and my firm tits pointed up toward the ceiling. I wasn’t tied
down, yet had no desire to move, for I felt utterly at ease.
Then I started, drawing my knees together, for I’d heard a curious
noise. Muffled though ’twas, it could not have been misconstrued. ’Twas the
sound of suppressed mirth! Hearing the laughter again, I discerned two distinct voices, one higher and more flute-like
than the other; and I made sure the laughter had come from the aforementioned
corner-cupboard!
Both were facing me full on. They were holding
hands. One sported petite breasts crowned with erect brown nipples, a generous
triangle of dark hair spreading up from her cunt-cleft. It pleasured me much to
note the brown-pink labia protruding invitingly below it! I’d felt, and now I’d
seen: by her luxuriant bush I’d have made sure ’twas the lovely Julia, even if
I’d not been able to see her pretty face. The other had no breasts; for
’twas a young man who stood with her, flexing his muscled ribs and
lithe, strong legs, and ’twixt these reared his lion rampant, ten inches long
at the least! Above it he, too, sported a curly triangle of brown hair. ’Twas
the lost Julio! Now I saw the cause of their amusement. The minx’s hand,
palm-upward, was beneath his member, and she was flicking it, causing it to bob
up and down like a duck on water! I found myself laughing with them, as much in
anticipation as for immediate pleasure, for it seemed that my dream of the
afternoon was to come true, though ’twould not be two boys that would
ravish me, but a boy and girl … and one
I adored to boot …Lord! What had I done to deserve such intimation of Paradise?
Julia now stepped forward, leading her brother
by his prick across the room toward me, rubbing it softly the while; I declare,
his handsome member grew visibly bigger as they approached, two inches at the
least! Julio was shortly standing over me, for Julia had stopped when the
throbbing prick was poised directly above my head.
There be no words to describe my sensations! He was so close I could
smell the aura of masculinity emanating from his member. Oh my poor loins, how
they convulsed, and how copiously my cunt drizzled love-juice onto the sheet! I
eased myself up until kneeling, my legs wide apart before the young buck, and I
reached forward and gripped his muscular hips to steady myself. Not wishing to
be excluded from the act of pleasure about to be performed, Julia of a sudden
dropped to the floor, rolled over on her back and slid her head between my
splayed legs, so she was looking up directly at my love-cleft. She oped her
lips and extended her tongue so as to catch the juice as it dripped from me,
her mouth shortly o’er-brimming with my sticky cum! She pushed her tongue
toward my cunt-lips and slowly, with shuddering loins, I lowered myself onto
her face. The tip of her tongue sought out my throbbing clitty, and flick-flick
it went, as her mouth closed entirely over my cunt. I was already squealing
like a stuck beast when her brother clasped his swollen prick and pushed it
toward my open mouth. ’Twas his turn to cry out, as my long tongue slid forth
and encircled the tip of his cock. He was holding my head, his strong hands
clutching my burnished locks, and my teeth closed on him, pulling him into my
mouth as I bounced with mounting abandon on the tongue of my darling girl; and she
was moaning with ecstasy, for her fingers were thrust deep into her own quim,
her butt squirming as she clawed herself toward her climax. I too was near the
summit, and could feel his prick swelling even more in my slavering
mouth as if about to explode; it quivered like an eel on the hook, as my tongue
enveloped it and tugged it into my throat. He cried out in pain … and I made
sure I’d shortly burst asunder, as I felt the cum flooding down my hot
cunt-sheath toward the waiting mouth of my sweet girl …
***
Suddenly my boudoir door flew open, and I sat up with a jolt into the
waking world, as the book I’d been reading before I’d fallen asleep shot across
the room.
My maid Maria stood smiling before me. “We’re back from our fishing
trip, mistress. Look what we caught for dinner!” And she held before me an
enormous brown eel, yet a-wriggling.
“Oh Christ, Maria,” I panted, “your timing is much to be remarked
upon!” ’Twas a tricksy moment indeed, for tho’ I’d been but dreaming, my cum
was real enough, for t’was dribbling down my still-trembling thighs and onto
the sheet. Maria would doubtless be ware of this when she came to change ’em
later, and find ’em crusted with cum – tho’ not the imagined milk of my phantom
youth’s ‘eel’, that in my reverie had squirmed ’neath the assault of my
tongue!
***
Later, as I lay immersed in the rose-scented bath Maria had prepared,
caressing my breasts with a soft sponge, I had much food for thought. I’d begun
the day a frustrated young lass with many an unfulfilled fantasy; but twelve
hours on, I’d been transported with passion, in life and in dream, to the
heights of ecstasy! Lord, how weary was I from the extreme gushing of my tender
young quim, provoked by finger, tongue and imagination. My state would have
suffered the nature of a veritable insurrection, had Julio’s tool indeed thrust
its way up my love-sheath! As ’twas, I’d been drained throughly enough to soak
my bed to the springs. Unlike the sheets, my subsequent explanation to Maria
failed to stick! “I … I spilt the infusion of licorice and mint I concocted in
your absence, for to calm my nerves.” She’d known the truth of the matter sure
enough, she being no stranger to quim-juice; but more of that anon!
’Tis my wont to lie fingering myself in the bath, letting the elf of my
imagination transport me to Fairyfuck Land (as I do call that corner of
my mind’s eye reserved for meta-physical intercourse!); for there are few
sensations more pleasing than fetching one’s self off while immersed in a tub
of warm, perfumed water. ’Tis then my sheath opes wide enough to admit my
entire hand, my fingers tweaking my secret love-button and bringing me off with
such a deal of cum that I declare, the bath-water has risen a full two inches!
But I was spent now, and contented me with speculating when I might see my
sweet boy-girl again. I stroked my pert nipples merely, watching the pink
rosebuds bloom as my fingernails brushed to and fro over them. They deserved
attention, poor babies! For though Julia’s fingers had invaded me below-decks
so to speak, she’d not had time to climb the rigging of my ribs to attain the
crow’s nest of my breast. I’m sure she’d have shortly devoured my titties, had
not my contemptible wiener of a steward come breezing in so untimely a fashion!
Listlessly, I dropped my sponge and rose from the tub. My long hair was
plastered across the upper half of my body, laced across my firm tits: a brace
of tennis balls cradled in a net of gold! I stepped onto the floor and reached
for the silken robe Maria had placed ready for me; as I slid my arm into the
waiting sleeve, I caught my breath – my heart stopped – for a hand had suddenly
reached from behind and grasped my breast! A shrill yelp escaped my lips, not
merely from the thrill that shot through my nipple; I was afeared some sturdy
vagabond, drawn to my mansion by the many-lighted windows, had climbed up to
the casement and was even now making ready to devour a morsel altogether more
delicious than the dried scraps we were wont to reserve for beggars at door!
Then was I at my ease, for a familiar voice spoke in my ear. “My lady,
I could delay no longer; when the duke retired to bed, I made as if to repair
to my slumbers too, and footed it featly across the valley as soon as all was
quiet. I could not bear to be parted from you longer!” I turned to Julia – for
t’was indeed she – in some anxiety, and she cried out, “Oh, my lady, my
intrusion has annoyed you; forgive me, I had not meant …”
My finger was on her lip. “Shh!” I whispered, “My only care is that
your presence might be betrayed. I will lock the door. There! We’re secure now.
And address me no more as ‘lady’!
“Then how should I …?” ...“
“Call me Livvy,” I said, “as do my dearest friends. Now tell me
darling, how did you gain my room?”
Julia pointed to the window and I saw that the shutter was slightly
ajar; apparently she’d climbed up the ivy that grew in profusion on that wall
of the house, and in through the lattice, with no little stealth. By now I’d
collected my composure, and was able to view at leisure the figure of this
delectable creature. She was clad in fresh garments; her hose, breeches and
tunic were all a soft blue, her undershirt trimmed with cream-colored silk.
Disheveled curls straggled out from under her blue cap. I knew from her damp
brow and flushed cheeks that she’d been running. Dear Lord, she looked so
tempting in her boy-disguise, I did desire to possess her on the instant! My
sensation of being utterly drained had miraculously evaporated. I stood with my
silken robe clinging wetly to my shoulder, much of me nakedly aglow in the soft
lamplight, a sight Julia was seeing for the first time! She gazed down at the
mound of my golden peach-fuzz and the lank cunt-lips splayed out below it; her
mouth opened and her eyes closed as a shudder passed through her sweet little
body. I could have leapt on the little doe like a leopard, and ravished her as
she stood. Yet I resolved to defer my enjoyment, for I’d had a most provoking idea.
“Take off your apparel, my pretty Julia: all of it, clout by
clout. You’ve perspired mightily on your hurrying here. The bath water is still
warm. Cast off your habiliments and step into the tub, my love, so I may wash
away all your care!”
Ah! My good girl; she did exactly as I asked, but my, the way she
did it made my hips to writhe and my cunt to drizzle sticky nectar onto my
labia. Slowly she undid the tags of her tunic; first her soft neck was revealed
as her collar was loosed, then she pulled off her doublet, revealing her thin
silk shirt, through which the pretty brown nipples poked saucily. Her head
leaning, she smiled with glistering lips and brought her hands up to her
breasts, caressing them with her slender fingers. I could see her nipples growing
to hard points as she fondled them, and I itched to tear away the shirt and
devour these pretty love-buds. I stepped forward impulsively, but she raised
her palm as if to say, Not yet: there’s more! She stroked her titties
still with one hand, while the other slid slowly to the waist of her breeches
and lingered there a moment, her fingers paddling across her just-visible
belly-button. Then with a wicked smile, she pushed her hand down into her
breeches; was she truly as bushy as I’d seen in my dream? It had certainly felt
so when I’d tickled her to her climax earlier in the day! Her hand went deeper,
her eyes glazed over, and she emitted a panting cry; for her finger was there,
where my mouth most desired to be, and again I went to step forward,
my fingers twitching with expectation, my tongue burning with the desire to lick.
She raised her hand from her breast and again gestured me to stand my
ground … She pulled her other hand out of her breeches,
her cum-glistered fingers tugged at the bow that held them in place, and
suddenly they’d slipped from her hips, and she stepped clean out of them. Oh,
beauty! Her hips were curved, yet firm with muscle: coltish, even. Her legs
were held slightly apart, her soft bush and cunt-lips peeped out from below the
hem of her shirt, and dribbles of quim-juice oozed down her thighs as far as
the silky stocking-tops, staining them a darker blue. My blood beat up in my
throat; my fingers ached to clasp her warm body entirely to me. But she’d not
yet put a period to her performance! She reached down ’twixt her legs again and
began to massage her sticky labia; with her other hand, she ripped off her
shirt, bearing her all to me! My head swam as I took in her stockinged legs,
the great bush of her weeping quim, and the pert brown berries of her breasts,
so ripe for plucking! I could contain myself no longer. I ran to her, sought out her wet mouth and
kissed her ardently, clasping her hard butt with both my hands, her swollen
cunt-mound pressed to mine.
A minute limped by as our tongues entwined like woodbine-tendrils; then
she drew her head back and panted in my ear, “What of the bath? I do desire to
make my body sweet for you, Livvy.”
Julia was teasing me, withholding from her new puppy-friend the treat
to come! And tho’ I was in a fever of passion, and could have taken her with my
writhing tongue right then, I forced myself to stand back to allow her room to
step into the tub; yet she had one more trick to play! Smiling lasciviously,
she loosed the pink garters that held up her stockings; as they slid slowly
down her legs she hooked her thumbs into her stocking-tops and began to push
them down her thighs. Ha! Little minx! thought I, I’ll show you how
to tease! I dropped to my knees, took a stocking-top in each hand, and pulled
them slowly down her legs, gazing up at her the while; her look of delight
quickly turned to one of naughty anticipation as I pushed my long, wet tongue
out and wiggled it underneath her swollen pussy-lips! She could not resist
flexing her thighs apart in readiness for the assault; but I was not to allow
her such swift relief! I blew on her gently, my breath caressing
the pink flower of her cunt. I pushed my tongue further forward this time till
’twas within a hair’s breadth of her burgeoning quim; yet still I did not
touch, whispering, “This is what I’m going to fuck you with, my sweet:
stronger than prick, softer than velvet, stickier than honey!” Poor little
Julia! She moaned with desire, dripping with love-juice; her hand came down in
a savage impulse to fetch herself off, but I seized it and said, “No, my love;
linger a little: abstinence doth make the heart grow fonder!”
“Oh, you beast,” she cried, “Must we wait, Livvy? Please...”
“Yes, we must. Come, step into the perfumed water; sit down, sweetest;
now lie back and rest your head against the rim. Let me place this pillow
’neath it; so, leave all the rest to me.” I took up the sponge that still
bobbed upon the water, and began to stroke her with it oh! so gently; first her
neck and shoulders, then the russet apples of her breasts, so down to her
melon-round hips. “Roll over, darling,” I whispered, “so I can reach
your ass!” She lay on her side, facing away from me; I lifted her thigh,
straightening out her firm, muscular leg, thus revealing her little puckered
ass-hole. I could see, too, her pussy-cleft and lips from the rear, splayed
wide under the relaxing caress of the water. Tee-hee! I am so artful! I took
the sponge and slowly drew it down the underside of her thigh. Reaching
her bushy cunt, I squeezed the sponge over its fleshy folds while I pushed my
thumb, most tenderly, into her ass-hole. I made sure this trick was new to her,
for she gasped in surprise as I rolled my thumb round inside her tight butt and
leaning over, I licked her ear. She gritted her teeth, as an immense spasm
shook her body. Her leg quivered in the air as a burst of cum gushed from her,
forming a creamy cloud in the paler sky of the bath water. “There's my
clever girl,” I said. She turned her head toward me so I could push my tongue
into her mouth, and I continued to rub the sponge across her clitty as she
moaned: and she came, and came, and came …
At length I withdrew my thumb and brought the sponge up to her brow,
wiping away the perspiration engendered by her passion. Gradually, her
shuddering bowels stilled, the flow of cum ceased and she lay cradled in my
arm, her cheek against mine. Surprised that her cheeks were still wet, I looked
at her and saw she was weeping silently. ’Twas at that instant I knew I loved
her: not because I’d fancied her so when I’d thought she was a boy; but
for her own dear self.
“What is’t, my darling?” I murmured, “be you sad again?”
“Oh, Livvy, there will always be sorrow in a corner of my heart for my
lost Julio; but that’s not the cause. These are tears of joy! I feel so
warm and safe with you; so … complete!” She paused and looked into my eyes.
“Livvy, can I tell you something? I hope ’twill not mar the moment, but I do need
to say it!”
“Nothing could mar
this moment,” I said, “for with you, my sweet, I am wholly at peace!”
“Well, here it is.” She took a deep breath. “I love you, Livvy!
Not as a sister, but as my own dearest, in the wholeness of true love. I had
not fully known it till today; but when I saw you reclining on the seat beneath
the apple tree, its green leaves filtering the sunbeams onto your lovely brows,
I was sure. I felt so awful when you remarked that my visit was bootless: I
thought I might never see you more!" And she
blinked the tears from her big brown eyes.
“Oh, my poor honey,” I cried, “I would never hurt you: do you not know
that I love you? My heart melted quite away when you dissolved to
tears this afternoon; you have possessed me utterly, my sweet!” I kissed her on
the cheek. “Is it not a marvel,” I added, “that two young creatures such as we,
against all imagining, have found each other through wrack and bereavement, and
exchanged our very souls? ’Tis God’s work!”
She wept smilingly as I kissed away each tear that sprang from her
eyes. She reached up, and pulling me down to her said, “Kiss me, Livvy.” And we
did, slowly and lasciviously, savoring each other’s tongues till our lips were
fused and we became one being, against whom the entire world could do naught!
Despite the heat of our clinging, I felt Julia shiver. The bath water had begun
to cool, and ungluing my lips from hers I said, “Come, love, step out; I have
quantities of linen to dry you. Hold my hand; there! Now wait a moment.” I
tripped to my closet and drew out a thick linen sheet and draped it over her
slim shoulders, wrapping it tightly round her; I rubbed her all over till I
made sure she was warm. All the while she smiled at me with the frankness that
can only be ’twixt lovers. “There,” I said when I’d finished, “is that better?”
“Oh yes,” she replied, “perfect!”
I drew the sheet from round her and she stood all naked before me,
quite dry, yet glowing from the vigorous rubbing “I have another robe,” I said.
“Let me look.”
“No Livvy,” murmured Julia, “I don’t want your robe; I want you.”
My mouth dropped floor-ward, for after her recent ejaculation in the tub,
I’d deemed her to be quite spent; but I was in error, as I was shortly to
discover. “You said, my love, you were going to fuck me with your
tongue … do you not remember?”
Oh, I remembered, for a certainty; I’d thought of little else since
saying so! “Are you sure, darling? You’ve already given so much: twice
today already!”
“The thought alone of your long tongue inside me,” Julia replied, “is
enough to make me sluice my juice all over your closet. Oh, be assured, my
o’er-brimmed well is waiting eagerly your plunging in!”
I could hardly contain my ardor at these words: so overcome was I, my
clitty was like to transform itself into a pink bullet and back-fire into my
vitals! Without more ado I took her hand and led her to the bed. “Sit, darling:
here, on the edge. No: wait.” I picked up a pillow and placed it under her
butt, so that her hips were thrust outward. I took her by her knees and pulled
them apart till her thighs were stretched wide. She put a hand behind her to
support herself and waited wide-eyed to see what I’d do next. Julia was glowing
with an inner flame, her entire body flushed with a rosy hue that glowed
through the pale brown veneer of her soft skin. Her dark nipples were tautly
erect as they rose into proud points above their pink rosettes. I would
pleasure these soon enough, but was now resolved to delay her cunt-joy no
longer. I knelt before her and brought my face to within six inches of her
lovely quim, seeing it for the first time in all its exquisite detail. A cunt
of beauty is a joy forever! I’ve oft seen a handsome fellow walking abroad with
a plain wench on his arm; why would a comely stripling like he consort with
such a drab? ’Tis that she pleasures him with a beauteously-sculpted love-box!
Maria would use a blunter metaphor: “You don’t look at the mantel-piece when
you’m pokin’ the fire!”
I’ve said Julia was blessed with a generous allotment of hair.
Its fragrant foliage burgeoned up from the sweet well of her crease, fringing
the tops of her thighs and rising nigh unto her belly-button! But most
intoxicating to my sight was the pink eye of her clitty, nestling ’twixt the
eye-brows of her glistering labia! My head swam in her musky girl-smell; my breasts,
too had become hard domes of desire, my loins began to churn, and I was shortly
oozing love-syrup down my thighs. My eyes traced the line of her slit downward;
’twas a startling red here, in contrast to the dark hair that surrounded it.
Below it I saw close-up the rivals to my own long cunt-lips, pendants of sweet
flesh hanging ’twixt her thighs. I’d not licked ’em yet, but even as I gazed
they grew, as if there were a match ’twixt nipples and quim, as to which might
swell the more!
I pushed my face forward and slid my tongue out as I’d done ere she’d
climbed into the bath, provoking in her a long, rasping sigh. I pushed my
tongue out further, and as a butterfly seeks out nectar from a primrose, I
fluttered it across the rim of her precious cunt; then poised it over her
glistening love-bud and drooled spit into the slit below. Her clitty had
swelled so, it had shouldered aside the containing labia and pointed itself
toward my mouth, straining for my so proximate tongue. Suddenly I administered
an enormous, sweeping lick from the bottom of her pussy-lips, up her slit and
across her clitty, again, and again. She made little mewing noises as my
tongue pushed hard against her love-button, once, twice, thrice …
And growling like a tigress, her teeth clenched, she cried, “Fuck me, oh,
fuck me, you beautiful bitch!”
I pushed out my tongue to its extremity and she reached down with
quivering fingers to pull her cunt-lips apart, and her lava-hot gash opened to
receive the thrust of my tongue-muscle. First the tip, then the full body of it
inched into her scarlet sheath, and she moaned as I pushed, quarter-inch by
quarter-inch, till I was buried in her to the very root! The tip of my tongue
curled up inside her, seeking the insane love-button that lurks in a girl’s vitals
… I pressed on its small hardness as her buttocks began to grind into the
soaking pillow she sat upon; but just when she seemed about to explode, I slid
my tongue back down her weeping cleft and brought it up to her pretty clitty
again. I did flicker the tip of my tongue across it more rapidly than a bee’s
wing, inducing an extreme spasm in her loins; she arched her back, grabbed my
head and pulled me once more into her cunt. I stiffened my tongue into a rod
now and thrust it in, out, in, out; then held it there as I sought out her
secret button one last time. She uttered a throaty scream as her buttocks
jolted her to her climax. I pulled out my tongue as a great fountain of
love-juice spouted from her and spattered over my hair; there was a lull, then she
gushed forth again, a veritable deluge! I lapped at her cunt till her final
cascade shot forth the red gash, soaking my throbbing breasts and flowing down
my ribs. I swept my tits with my palm, harvesting the cum that had splashed
upon ’em, and with my hands so oiled I reached down to my own cunt,
untouched till now, and thrust my hand into the flaming cleft. Now I stood,
bringing my cunt in front of her mouth, and clutching her brown curls
with my free hand I pulled her head to me; for I’d restrained myself beyond
endurance in pleasuring her, and could bide no further delay! She dragged her
tongue over my quim, down between my lips and up into my wet love-tunnel. I
heard the smacking of her lips as she gulped down my juice; I thrust my hips at
her face and as I neared my climax, she slid a slender finger, laced with the
cum that was everywhere upon us, up my ass-hole and hooked it in there, pulling
me repeatedly onto her tongue-muscle: and ’twas my turn to shoot the
love-cordial! All over her face it flooded, squirt after squirt, and I was
crying out in pleasure, not recking the racket I made, and Julia still sucking
on my pink pussy-lips, as wave on wave of fuck-fluid streamed forth my
juddering loins …
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