The Victorian 'Underskirt Boy'

[Thorilla]

The Victorian 'Underskirt Boy'
by Thorilla


It was 1892 and I, David Shaw, then aged 19, joined 'Maynard and Son, Specialist Purveyors to Gentlewomen and Ladies of the Aristocracy' on Upper Richmond Road, Putney. The job involved providing 'underskirt services' to single women. This was my fifth day with the firm.

***

The next morning, my fifth day with Maynard's, I turned up at the office at 8 o'clock on the dot. One or two of the other 'underskirt boys' were waiting for Lorna to dish out the addresses. I was given an address on the Bayswater Road, overlooking Hyde Park. I was off on my bicycle at once and in no time at all I was cycling north over Putney Bridge then along the Fulham Road and eventually across Hyde Park and reached my destination at about half past nine.

The house was very imposing with classical features and a white painted stucco facade. I imagined someone very rich living there with estates both in the country and in the colonies. I had learnt to take all of this in my stride and not be put off by either wealth or position. I parked my bicycle around the back of the house and rang the servants' bell.

A young housemaid answered the door and took my card. "I shall get Mrs. Pugh, the housekeeper," she said and left me standing in a small vestibule.

A framed foxhunting print seemed to fill one wall and I noted that the artist was Alfred de Dreux. It was of the Belvoir hunt in Leicestershire and a portrayal of Belvoir Castle occupied the middle distance.

***

The Withdrawing Room.

***

"Mr. Shaw, the sisters Hetheringham will see you now," Mrs. Pugh told me escorting me into the main hall and up a large flight of stone stairs. She was a tall thin woman wearing a black dress with a white collar. I watched her hips sway from side to side as I followed her up the stairs.

The house must have been the largest I had ever set foot in and marveled that it all belonged to one family. A long case clock tick-tocked majestically in an alcove near the drawing room door next to a marble bust of Julius Caesar.

I was led into the tall ceilinged drawing room and there, in the corner nearest the window, were four middle aged women, all sitting in a small circle on capacious low upholstered chairs.

I noticed that two of the women were sewing, one was knitting and the fourth was reading a ladies' journal. The room was quiet except for the street noise outside and some muffled conversation from the ladies themselves. The room smelled of fresh flowers and exotic scent.

I stood rather nervously at the door while Miss Pugh introduced me. I held onto my cap like grim death and once again felt totally out of my depth in such genteel company and surroundings.

"So you are an 'underskirt boy' are you? Let me see your tongue," said one of the 'knitters' staring at me over her spectacles. I stuck out my tongue and noticed four pairs of eyes turn to see it.

"Can you touch your nose with it?" asked the 'reader'. I demonstrated that I could almost manage to touch it and there were nods of approval as the ladies continued with their manual and literary occupations.

"Much better than that last boy we had," said Elizabeth Hetheringham to her sisters,"I could hardly feel the little blighter inside me," she concluded, and the ladies laughed.

"Come now Lizzie, he wasn't that bad; he did try after all," said Miss Emily Hetheringham putting down her knitting and getting up to stretch her legs. She shook me by the hand and told me to undress behind a screen which had been placed at the opposite end of the room.

"That will be all Mrs. Pugh. We'll ring for you when we have finished", said one of the sisters.

I was shaking like a leaf behind the screen. I had never been asked to pleasure four women at once, particularly women who appeared to be so high ranking as these. As far as I knew they could all be duchesses with long titles. I wondered whether I would be able to remain calm enough to fulfill my duties. I also wondered whether my tongue was of sufficient length to satisfy them. My heart was beating at double speed as I stepped out from behind the screen.

"No need to conceal your manhood Mr. Shaw; my sisters and I have seen many similar examples before, is that not correct Annie?"

Annie nodded and told me not to be bashful.

I walked across the wide room with my hands hiding my privates. I felt unbelievably embarrassed and wished that I was in the relatively safe bedroom of Miss Sumpter, the school teacher.

I looked at the sisters and noticed that they must have all been at least twenty years my senior. They could have been in their mid forties or early fifties.

They had 'worn' lined faces as if they had spent time abroad in some hot clime. I would wager that India may have been their home in the past. They all appeared taller than I, by a good many inches, and once again I felt very small and thin in comparison standing near them. They were all quite slim and their hair was well coiffured, in the latest style I might add.

I stared at their voluminous skirts which were clearly brimming over with underskirts.

They all wore dark grey silk skirts, some with floral patterns in blue or brown, which filled their chairs and spilled out down to the floor on all three sides. They all wore white silk blouses with high collars and cameo brooches

Emily Hetheringham arose and walked towards me and I heard the seductive slow frou-frou sounds of her silk-taffeta petticoats rustling beneath her wide skirt.

My penis suddenly grew out of control beneath my fingers and I had to spread my hands to conceal it. I felt panic strike me and stared wide eyed round the room.

"Come now Mr. Shaw, remove your hands please. My sisters and I can surely not relax until we see what magnificent appendage you honour us with this morning." She said and giggled in a silly girlish way.

I removed my hands and my erection sprang upwards pointing toward the corner of the ceiling above the sisters' heads.

"Upon my soul that is a fine example," said Miss Emily and clapped her hands with glee. I must admit I was quite proud of its size and angle.

This gave me more confidence and I felt it stiffen even further.

"Come here and let us all touch," said Elizabeth Hetheringham placing her journal on the floor to one side of her chair.

I must also admit that I felt more relaxed in front of them now that I had become used to standing naked sporting my somewhat massive erection. I often thought that it looked larger than it actually was because I was such a skinny, puny fellow in contrast. Perhaps that's why my tongue appeared longer too.

I stood in the centre of the four women and allowed each one to fondle me in turn. I just hoped that no one from the street could see me standing naked having my balls massaged or my penis stroked. They all seemed very complimentary and I grinned back at them like some sort of demented chimpanzee.

I felt that I was some sort of 'a prize specimen' being examined by four female zoologists and wondered how I was supposed to pleasure them and in which position, and when?

One of them rang a bell and a young housemaid appeared. She had dark brown hair with freckles and looked as if she was a country girl, new to the city.

"We shall take tea now please Davies," said Sophia Hetheringham watching the eighteen year old curtsy and leave the room.

The maid showed no interest in me, or the sisters, and I could only assume that she was used to seeing the sisters' 'underskirt indulgences', or had been trained not to show surprise or any other emotion. I surmised that it was probably both.

Ten minutes later she returned with the tea. I noticed that there were only four cups so clearly I was not 'part' of the company, merely a plaything, a diversion or amusement, as it were.

"On the floor, in the middle with you," said Miss Elizabeth Hetheringham who clearly appeared to be the dominant one of the four.

I sat in the middle with my knees drawn up to my chest. The maid handed them their tea and they all sat around me staring at my heavy hairy testicles which dangled rudely from between my legs.

"On your back boy," said Miss Elizabeth, or Lizzie, as she was known, and I lay on my back in the little central square of carpet between them.

There was only enough room to allow me enough space to lie with my legs and arms apart. This I did and spread myself equidistant between the four low chairs.

"That's it boy; lie with your head next to Miss Sophia's chair," said Miss Lizzie.

I now lay spread-eagled on the thick Persian carpet with Miss Annie on my right hand side and Miss Emily on my left, Miss Lizzie at my feet and my head resting in the space between Miss Sophia's shoes. I stared up at the ceiling trying not to make eye contact with any of the sisters. I felt their eyes, however, staring at my erection.

"That will do nicely boy," said Miss Lizzie.

Suddenly to be called 'boy' made me feel nervous but for some reason I was not frightened of these women but I was puzzled to know what would happen next, and in which position I was about to pleasure them.

Naked on my back I watched the sisters sit, looking down at me as they slowly drank their tea. One by one they eased off their black kitten heeled house-shoes to reveal their feet clad in very fine black silk stockings.

Lizzie Hetheringham who sat nearest my feet placed her feet on my shins and massaged me with them.

Staring down my body I noticed the lacy hem of her outer petticoat come into view and It was of white fine silk Alencon lace of the most elaborate and complex design. It lay across her ankles and tickled the tender skin of my hairless calves.

My penis twitched noticeably as I became transfixed by the sight of her elaborately decorated undergarment. Miss Hetheringham noticed my predicament and continued massaging my shins and ankles further. I saw her eyes twinkle behind her teacup and watched her feet running along the inside of my thighs. She handed her cup to Davies who poured her another one and, in the meantime, she pulled her chair closer to me so that it was almost touching the corner of Miss Emily's.

Davies handed the refilled cup to Miss Lizzie and took the empty cups from both Miss Emily and Miss Sophia. They in turn moved their chairs closer to me and so did Miss Annie.

Soon the ladies were all drinking their second cup with the corners of their large low chairs almost touching. There was now very little space left, on the carpet, for me so was obliged to slide the lower parts of my legs and arms under their low chairs so that just my head and torso remained in view between them.

I was now surrounded by ladies and voluminous skirts and dared not move. From my position on the floor, and at their feet, I felt vulnerable in my naked state.

Miss Lizzie pulled up her skirt further to reveal a second and third petticoat also of fine white silk trimmed with Alencon lace. I couldn't take my eyes of her undergarments and I was almost dizzy with visual stimulation. My erection jerked about wildly.

On my left side I felt Miss Emily's feet begin massaging my waist and upper legs and watched as she lifted up the hem of her very full skirt to reveal a cream petticoat decorated with an almost transparent hem of silk Point de Rose lace. Underneath that I saw another cream petticoat decorated with thin gossamer lace.

I was slowly being driven insane by the deliberate display of such lacy petticoat finery I gradually sought relief and would have wanked myself senseless there and then if I was allowed.

On my right side I swiveled my head and watched Miss Annie hand her teacup back to Davies. I watched her lift her huge skirt to reveal a wide white silk petticoat trimmed with the most delicate flounced French Valenciennes silk lace imaginable. I even caught a glimpse of a second petticoat of similar design, and several more underneath that. Soon she had placed both her small feet on my stomach and lower chest and began massaging me vigorously.

"Does that feel agreeable Mr. 'Underskirt Boy'?" she asked and I replied by smiling insanely with my fixed ape-like smile.

As you can imagine, by now, I had a gigantic raging erection which lay ramrod stiff along the centre line of my stomach. It twitched at every appearance of petticoat which spilled out on all three sides as the women moved or lifted their skirts. Thick volumes of semen appeared to gather in my genitals ready to be spurted out. I would have paid several guineas to be allowed to wank myself off there and then.



I tilted my head upwards and backwards to watch Sophia Hetheringham, wearing a vast dark grey and blue silk skirt, hand her empty cup and saucer to Davies. The young servant looked down her nose at me as if I were some piece of 'spider-food' which had crawled out of the wood work.

I pushed my head as far back as possible and watched Miss Sophia lift her skirt hem and allow two silk petticoats to spill out over my face. They were pure white and both trimmed with a wide band of Alencon lace with Calais lace sewn between the many gores. I sensed she wore similar ones beneath. All this was much too much for me and a bead of precum gathered at my erection's tip. I had never known such sexual stimulation before and sensed that these middle-aged spinsters were very well rehearsed in their routine.

Above me I watched Miss Sophia lift her stocking clad foot and place it squarely on my chest just below my neck and then place her other foot on my shoulder. She applied weight to her feet and pushed them slowly over my skin in small circular movements.

I stared up at the soft fragile tracery of her Alencon lace petticoat flounces which slipped over me and caressed my face and neck with a thousand little rustling kisses as she moved her feet. The thin petticoat lace slid above me and I watched light shine through it as if I were inside a silk swishing cloud. It smelled freshly of floral laundry water.

I was now surrounded on all sides by voluminous skirts, exposed petticoats and stockinged legs and also covered with four pairs of roaming feet.

I watched with fascination as one by one the women picked up their sewing, knitting and journal and continued with their sedentary occupations as if I didn't exist. It was most extraordinary but I strangely would have had it no other way.

Their feet moved slowly all over me and every part of me was massaged and stroked. Their stockings made swishing sounds as they rubbed their feet over my naked chest, thighs, upper arms, shoulders, face, nose mouth, cheeks, ears and penis.

Miss Sophia seemed to derive great pleasure from placing both her feet on my nose and mouth and moving them in tiny circles. Her feet were relatively large and she applied a fair amount of force, allowing the full weight of her legs to slide over me.

I, on my part, sucked and licked her toes one by one and also her soles until her stockings became quite damp with saliva. The taste of silk was quite seductive and I lay back with my tongue hanging out. Miss Emily and Miss Annie, between them, concentrated their efforts on my chest and stomach while Miss Lizzie's feet massaged and squeezed my testicles and penis.

This was all getting too much for me and I felt that I would 'come' relatively easily and seriously wished to wank myself into an early grave. I considered however that this option was still not open.

"The boy is enjoying it," said Miss Emily watching my heavy erection flopping from side to side between her sisters's feet.

The truth was that I was enjoying it beyond description but wondered what pleasures the sisters were deriving from merely trampling my face and body under their feet.

I lay beneath their feet for at least two hours. Sometimes they would just work at their needlecraft or read, or talk about their friends. Sometimes they would stretch their arms and stare at the people in the park. Other times they would leave the room to use the lavatory. The sun streamed through the south facing window and it was getting quite hot. I felt their feet perspire markedly through their thin black silk stockings.

"More tea I think," said Miss Emily standing up and putting on her shoes.

Her skirt and petticoats swung over me and for an instant I peered up at her elaborate cream silk drawers and felt the crisp laciness of her petticoats slide across my face as she pushed her chair back to allow herself access to the braided bell rope which lay to one side of the mantelpiece.

She pulled the rope and returned to her seat where she promptly pulled her chair closer to me and placed her shoes on my left knee and waist. Within a minute she was running the smooth soles of her indoor shoes over my chest and groin.

I almost groaned aloud with sheer enjoyment, although inside my mind was being ripped apart with sexual excitement and frustration and the desperate need to masturbate.

I no longer felt human and appeared merely to be a convenient footstool for these women. Miss Sophia, who sat behind me, wriggled her toes over my nose, eyes and mouth and announced that she had finished her sewing for the day and then ran both her heavy feet up and down my chest several times in a bored languorous way.

She stretched her legs out like a cat and pushed Miss Lizzie's feet off my penis. Her petticoats slipped over me, again and again and rustled and swished under her thick silk skirt. I felt the smooth coolness of her underskirts tickle me almost to the point of delirium and my penis became fiercely rampant for, perhaps, the fortieth time that morning.

Davies arrived with more tea and handed the cups to the women in turn and again looked down at me with complete disdain. I had never ever seen a maid who looked so snooty, and she was remarkably young too. I thought an energetic three hour session of merciless upskirt fanny-fingering would change the countenance on that young madam's face, and my penis stiffened further.



Miss Sophia finished her tea and handed her cup back to Davies who hovered in the background like a sour-faced minx.

Miss Sophia stood up placing her feet astride my head and covered my face with all her petticoats and skirt. I was suddenly plunged into a warm darkness where the trapped air smelled strongly of moist vagina and urine. She moved her feet this way and that in search of her shoes which she found beneath her chair behind my head. She put them on and was instantly two inches taller. This lifted her skirt so that it was now just resting on my body.

With the light from under her hem I could see at least seven layers of lacy petticoat all hanging down over, and around, me and enveloping my face

She stood over me for several minutes, chatting to her sisters and pointing out things in the park. On my back I stared up her legs at the intricate lacy ruffles which edged her crotchless drawers. Her fleshy heavy arse hung down above me and I could just see where her stockings ended and where her thighs were gripped by lace garters. In the comparative gloom I could also just make out her dark curls.

At the same time I felt Miss Lizzie's feet gripping my penis and slowly pulling my foreskin up and down over by glans. Other feet slid over my thighs and stomach and I felt myself churning inside. I would have begged for relief but could not. I was at their command so just lay there naked utterly frustrated and dejected. I felt absolutely desperate for a long satisfying wank.

***

The Day Bed with Miss Sophia.

***

"Well I shall take him first," she said."Lizzie had the last one first, so it is my turn," Miss Sophia said with quite a firm voice.

I watched her feet and skirt move across me as she pushed her chair back away from the little space where I lay. Suddenly I was in brilliant sunlight and I blinked.

"Davies. Please open the door for me," she said to the maidservant who bowed and opened a pair of doors which led to a small ante chamber.

I imagined that what lay beyond was some sort of 'conversation room' for more intimate activities away from the main drawing room.

"Up you get boy and follow me," she said whisking her skirt to one side as she walked towards the door.

I stood up, waving my erection lewdly in the women's faces and at their sewing and knitting. I almost stumbled in my haste to follow Miss Sophia and hid my erection as best as I could from Davies. She was a sour cow.



The ante room was elaborately furnished but small and poorly proportioned, I thought, as the ceiling was far too high for the room's width.

At the far corner was an enormously long and wide daybed with a small ottoman drawn up to one side. The bed was covered with fifteen or so satin cushions in gold and green floral designs to match the curtains and the counterpane. Miss Sophia sat on the bed and placed her feet on the ottoman.

"You will kneel here boy," she said pointing to the space on the ottoman between her feet.

Davies entered and stood to one side, hands clasped together in front of her on her crisp white starched apron. I looked at her dispassionate face and at the way her lips curled at me with utter contempt. Miss Sophia on the other hand was busying herself arranging her skirts to each side of her on the bed.

"Be ready to cover him fully please Davies," she said and asked her to arrange a small framed mirror on wheels to be placed behind me.

Miss Sophia spent some time arranging various pillows and cushions around her to give her comfort and allow room for movement.

I looked at all her exposed petticoat hems in front of me and felt my pecker stiffen once more. The sheer volume of silk petticoat with their crisp stiff Alencon lace hems and Calais lace inserts made me tremble with excitement. At last I was about to enter this woman's secret kingdom and get busy with my tongue.

"Up you go," said my 'mistress' looking down her body at me under her long eyelashes and parted her legs for me.

I knew my place in this rigid Victorian hierarchy and followed her instructions to the letter. She pulled up her skirt and petticoats to knee level and I ducked under her clothing with glee.

The pungent odour from her vagina immediately struck me and I followed it to its source. Meanwhile Davies tugged all her layers over me so that her seven straightened silk petticoats lay heavily across my naked back, and finally the skirt was rearranged over me. Only my buttocks and thin legs could now be seen from within the room. I reached up and slid my hands under her wide arse and gripped Miss Sophia's buttocks and edged my way upwards towards her smelly cunt.

"A bit to your left, right a shade," said Miss Sophia Hetheringham to her maidservant, Davies.

From what I could gather she was positioning the mirror so that her mistress could watch my buttocks emerge from under her vast dress. I guessed that it may be some time before I saw daylight once again, and I was correct.

I pushed my head up between her parted thighs and the intensity of her odour knocked me sideways. It appeared that this middle-aged woman was truly 'on heat' as it were. I squirmed my face into her crotchless drawers and licked my way between her thighs. I spent time nibbling playfully at her warm flesh above her stockings and kissed and sucked at her intimate skin. I also felt the tightness of the tops of her stockings where they were held in place by black lace garters. By the way she writhed luxuriously at each touch I knew that I was pleasing her and fulfilling my duty

I thanked my lucky stars that I was born a male and breathed in her scent with gusto and it drew me ever closer to my ultimate goal.

Her vagina's inner lips were prominent even in the gloom under her petticoats. I had no problem in sliding my tongue between them and savoured all the intricate fleshy folds and creases which engulfed it. Her labia almost sucked me in and I now felt part of her genitalia and only existed to please her and stimulate her.

"Such a tongue," she said loudly, realising that I would find it difficult to hear her through the many layers of silk which engulfed me.

It was all a bit like an erotic 'wet dream' come true as I toyed with the loose flesh which surrounded her clitoris. Little by little I coaxed it out from under its hood so that it became prominent and vulnerable to my touch.

I slid my tongue under it casually and ran it around the tiny folds of skin. I felt Miss Sophia's buttocks clench with pleasure at each flick. The forty five year old groaned softly and opened her legs even further.

I felt Davies pulling Miss Sophia's heavy silk skirt down around me and and smoothing it over me again. Clearly it was Davies's job to ensure her Mistress retained her modesty during my tonguing of her.

All in all I felt incredibly stimulated just paying homage to this rich woman's fanny. My penis was embedded in the bedspread and was further stimulated by the cool slippery shininess of the satin.

I flicked at her clitoris again, then again and again, then again and again. She slowly groaned and announced that she was in paradise. I moved my tongue up and down her cleft, separating the folds of skin and feeling the smooth lubricated surfaces of the portals to her vagina. At each upward lick I would toy with her clitoris, running the very tip of my tongue around her most sensitive nub.

"Exquisite," she moaned, "Truly exquisite," she exclaimed as a luxurious sensual groan filled the room.

I felt Davies readjust her skirt yet again so that we remained covered despite our rhythmical movements.

Miss Sophia lifted her buttocks off the bed in order to intensify her enjoyment of my tongue as it delved and poked into every tiny nook and cranny of her inner lips. Her spendings flowed freely and soon my nose, cheeks and chin were damp with her secretions. My face smelled purely of cunt and I just could not get enough of her. As I fondled her delicious buttocks, kneading them and squeezing them she wiped her vagina across my face.

"This is paradise," I heard her whisper loudly. "I am in paradise," she added with a lingering groan.

I slid my long tongue deeply into her vagina and forcefully wiggled it about inside her with circular movements. She answered by thrusting her pubic area into my face. Her abundant soft curls blocked my nostrils so I snorted vigorously to clear my airways. It was very hot and stuffy under her petticoats and I now felt some discomfort and wanted dearly just to pleasure this woman and move onto the next sister, whoever that may be.

"I am walking through paradise," she whispered and mewed pathetically like a small kitten.

I felt precum gather and drool from my penis and hoped that I was not staining the counterpane. All in all I wanted so much to make her 'come' so I pulled out 'all the stops' and concentrated every ounce of tonguing on her clitoris and vaginal tube. In slipped my long tongue into and out of her over and over, again and again.

I flicked and licked her clitoral area as I dragged my tongue along her furrow and established a steady, easy, almost mechanical, tempo.

Soon she was reciprocating by jerking her pelvis off the bed in time with my tonguing. I gripped her buttocks and squeezed them hard at the same time rubbing my nose up and down through her cleft and forcing my tongue into her, then over her clitoris. I slowly accelerated the tempo and intensity of my head movements so that my tonguing became more savage and more merciless.

She grunted and gripped the back of my head through her silken layers. She pulled me into her and started squealing loudly. She was beginning to sound demented and out of control. By now the bed was creaking and rocking chaotically and I was being distracted by the sounds of her wide silk petticoats sliding tempestuously over my face and back.

We were now both moving at a giddy pace and Miss Sophia was jerking her vulva forcefully and ferociously over my face. Our movements now reached a violent pitch. Her pubic area became a vicious blur as her petticoats seethed about me. Her grip on my head suddenly tightened and she slowed down her thrusts until, with twelve cruel monstrous jerks, she reached her climax, clenched her buttocks and screamed out "Yes, yes, yes, yes." She relaxed her grip and I dropped my head between her thighs and onto her damp petticoats.

My face was physical sore and covered with stickiness. I lay between her legs panting and listening to my heartbeat hammering inside my head. Then I felt Davies tap me on the buttocks to signify that I should ease myself out. I swung my knees off the ottoman and noticed that I had indeed stained the gold and green satin counterpane with strings of precum.

I stared at Miss Sophia who was red faced and still struggling for breath. Her clothing was in complete disarray and her hair was disheveled. She had also lost an earring I noticed.

"Thank you my boy, thank you," she gasped in a breathless state, as if she required a physician.

Davies ushered me to a washstand and told me to wash my face. I could see that she smelled cunt on me and twisted her face in revulsion. Clearly in her eyes I was the lowest of the low. I did as I was told and felt pleasantly refreshed although my back was sore and my neck muscles ached and my penis yearned for relief.

Miss Sophia was helped off the bed and Davies reached inside her massive skirt and pulled her petticoats back into position one by one, and finally tugged them into their usual bouffant shape. She then arranged her heavy silk skirt so that it draped down evenly on all sides Miss Sophia now looked like the lady that she was once more.

"That will be all Davies," she said and her maid curtsied and hurriedly left the room.

"You may kiss me on my buttocks," Miss Sophia told me as she stood in front of the window watching several horses gallop across the park.

I got down on my knees behind her and stared transfixed at the hem of her long full skirt. Although it had only been a few minutes previously that I had my head under her skirt it still held a strangely strong lewd fascination and attraction which I could not rationally explain.

In my naked state to see a clothed woman wearing an immense skirt and having been given permission to lift it, and all the expensively embroidered petticoats which lay beneath it, and then plant a kiss on the lady's generous arse was almost too much stimulation for me to handle. Once again my penis stiffened to the extent where it was pointed firmly at the ceiling.

With both hands I gathered up her skirt and petticoats and threw them over my shoulders and ducked underneath. She still smelled strongly of warm moist fanny and I quickly found her gaping lacy entrance to her crotchless drawers. I kissed each buttock in turn, running my tongue under each pendulous crease as if to underline them. She thanked me and told me to remain kneeling on the floor where I was while she turned and walked away from me dragging all eight layers of silk off me.

The experience was amazing and every nerve ending on my upper torso seemed to come alive and eventually I was left kneeling there alone on the carpet as she left the room.

***

The Day Bed with Miss Annie.

***

I heard the seductive sounds of rustling petticoats behind me as Miss Annie swept into the room. I stared up at her and she smiled at me but suddenly put on a superior air for the benefit of Davies who followed her in and closed the door.

"I was forgetting how small you are," she said to me as I looked up at her. She stood in front of where I had remained kneeling as if saying my prayers. My penis stuck out horizontally and she edged herself forward so that it touched the substantial gathered folds of her silk skirt it twitched upwards and slowly began pointing towards the upper panes of the window which lay behind her.

Her skirt was dark grey and covered with an intricate pattern of small brown and orange swirls. I believe that it is known as a Paisley design.

"Good, good," she said to me looking at my massive erection."I see my sister has not sated your natural lusts."

I smiled up at her like a monkey and she stepped forward so that my face touched the waistband of her skirt. She looked at me from above her jutting breasts and sneered in an odd threatening way. Davies appeared by her side and both women looked down at me with repugnance.

"Cover him up for me Davies," said the 'forty-something' year old Miss Annie...

Davies stood behind me and pushed my head down to floor level. My back was painfully arched and my knees ached dreadfully. I watched the maid gather armfuls of white silk petticoats and arrange them over my back and buttocks so that only my feet protruded from underneath. She pulled her mistress's skirt over me and kicked me quickly telling me to kneel up. Inside her cool petticoats I knelt on my heels and Miss Annie shuffled forward so that the opening in her white flounced drawers was pushed firmly into my face.

"You may begin," she said as she stood over me with her legs apart.

I tilted back my head and pushed it forward until my mouth rested amongst her dark curls. She already smelled aroused and I was surprised how damp she was between her legs. Just like Miss Sophia her labia were quite prominent and hung down somewhat above me. I licked them roughly with my tongue and watched the loose folds quiver. Her clitoris was tucked away under more folds and her genitalia appeared oddly distended.

"I'll have my tea now in here please Davies," said the middle aged woman to her maid.

I continued slobbering my way up between her lips feeling the smooth stickiness which oozed out of her fleshy entrance. This time I rammed my tongue up as far as it would go. This surprised Miss Annie who took a sharp intake of breath. I felt her knees quiver and bend as she moved her feet further apart.

"Ooooh," she said and calmed down instantly.

"Ah Davies, thank you very much," said the woman standing astride my face.

"You may leave us now," she said sipping her tea and savouring my tongue inside her dribbling fanny.

I heard her stomach make a gurgling sound as she swallowed the hot beverage. Her juices flowed freely and I was obliged to swallow them between probing her vulva and flicking at her clitoris. She drank her tea slowly and with every movement I heard the gentle froufrou sounds as layer after layer of silk petticoat slipped against each other. After seemingly endless minutes of tea sipping she rang a little hand bell for Davies. I heard Davies's footsteps enter the room and she took her cup.

"I'll have him on the bed now please," she said as she pushed my head firmly down and I understood that this meant that she had finished with me under her skirt in the kneeling position, for the time being.

Davies almost spat at me as she lifted her mistress's petticoats and released me from my underskirt administrations. Pure cold hatred glowed in her eyes as she took advantage of my naked kneeling position by treading on my toes with her house boots. I almost cried out, as the pain was excruciating, but thought better of it. I vowed to get my own back on this vicious girl.

I noticed the housemaid's supercilious smirk as she pulled me up and pushed me towards the bed.

"Lie on the bed," she said, and I did.

I lay with my head on the pillow with my small naked body stretched out along the large wide daybed. She gestured to me to move further towards the middle and to slide down so that my head lay close to the centre. The bed was so vast that my feet didn't quite touch the end. The maid looked me over and appeared satisfied that I was in the correct position to provide physical pleasure for her mistress.

"Keep your arms by your side at all times," she hissed and smiled at her mistress.

"All ready for you ma'm," she said and I watched Miss Annie turn away from watching the Royal Horse guards trot past and fix her gaze on me.

"I want it up the arse as well boy, understood?" she said with an impatient expression and I flinched visibly at the sight of her very wide hips. I wondered whether I would survive the full weight of her buttocks on my face. I was soon to find out.

Davies stood by the bed and helped Miss Annie to step onto the ottoman and then onto the bed. Davies held up the many hems to one side so that her mistress did not become entangled as she walked on the highly sprung mattress covered by the green and gold satin counterpane.

I lay rigidly on my back and watched this woman, at least twenty years older than me, place her black stockinged clad feet on each side of my head.

Her feet smelled of sweat.

The bed bounced around wildly as Davies lifted the front part of Miss Annie's skirt and petticoats to one side so that her mistress was able to kneel astride my face facing my feet. Davies pulled the hems of the skirt and underlying petticoat layers this way and that until she was satisfied that I was completely covered and that her mistress's modesty was not compromised.

Davies lifted up Miss Annie's clothing to expose my head which probably, to her, appeared red with excitement and she slid three large flat cushions under it to tilt my head upwards so that her mistress was obliged to open her legs further and lower her buttocks over my face. She placed several more cushions behind these creating an immovable pile.

"Perfect thank you Davies," said Miss Annie and I was covered up again.

I felt Davies tug the vast silk skirt evenly on all sides so that I was completely engulfed. Miss Annie leant forward so that she now firmly straddled my head on her hands and knees. As she did so she splayed her legs further and backed over me so that her buttocks were pushed solidly into my face.

Her open crotch drawers fell open to expose her anus, perineum and vulva which stared me straight in the face, as it were, her odour was extremely pungent and arousing, to say the least, and somewhere, beneath her my penis stirred amongst her many petticoats.

The cushions which supported my head held me at such an angle that I could not move my head away from her buttocks even if I tried. Davies had done an excellent job ensuring that my head would remain in place no matter how much I wished to move it.

"You may begin boy," grunted Miss Annie jerking her wide arse onto my nose.

Her fleshy buttocks were huge, at least twice, if not three times, the width of my head. In the gloominess beneath her petticoats her buttocks filled my field of view and filled my nostrils with her natural odours.

"You may begin boy," said Miss Annie again, this time more sharply.

I instantly stuck out my tongue and licked her perineum. I wanted to gauge how responsive she was before licking the entrance to her anus. Immediately she clenched her buttocks and pushed down on me. My nose became pressed against her large anal rosebud and she twitched her puckered sphincter.

She was indeed incredibly responsive. I slid my nose up and down her anal furrow and heard her 'purr' with pleasure. She swiveled her hips sensuously and slowly and rubbed her arse over me for several minutes until positioned her opening over my mouth.

With some hesitation and trepidation I pushed my tongue into her anus. It opened slowly and gripped the tip, then opened further. Her sphincter held my tongue and I wiggled it around while she vocally expressed her pleasure with long groans and moans. She relaxed her muscles so I slid my tongue up by degrees until she gripped me again. It was quite difficult to stimulate her further as my tongue appeared completely encased by her rectum.

I slid it out slowly then ran it around the skin that surrounded her anus. She cooed loudly and pushed back on be with firm languorous movements. I pushed it in a little way then slid it out and repeated the action over and over again. Her buttocks were becoming hot and clammy and my face began to perspire. I now understood that she wanted me to run my tongue around the rim of her anus as this clearly gave her most pleasure judging by her groans.


Her puckered skin appeared to me very sensitive to every lick and lap of my tongue and I stared at her anal muscles flinching with every minute movement.

Over and over again I ran my tongue around the entrance to her anus and she pushed down hard on me so that my face was embedded in her huge arse.

The smell was quite overwhelming, a mixture of sweat, vaginal juices and a fetid odour from her rectum. I could hardly breathe, truth be known, and I pushed her away with my forehead. She ignored me and plunged down on me once more, sprawling her petticoat covered legs around me. I gulped in air as best I could and continued 'rimming' her with my now tired tongue.

Her thirst for 'rimming' appeared unquenchable as she ground her heavy flesh over my face. Time and time again I tongued her anus until I felt physically incapable of doing it any more. She continued gyrating and jerking her massive buttocks over me and appeared not to mind the disappearance of my tongue. She appeared just to delight in wiping herself slowly over my face. I imagined the feel of my young boy's small head against her anus provided her with sufficient sexual gratification to carry her to the highest heights of pleasure.

It must have been twenty minutes later that she ordered me to push my tongue up her fanny. I watched as she reposition herself and crawled backwards on her hands and knees, her petticoats rustling and sliding, layer over layer with my head between her legs.

She lowered her prominent moist cunt lips on to my mouth and I eagerly slid my long tongue between them. Soon she was crying out and bouncing up and down on my face which felt very sore through her continuous abuse. Miss Annie 'came' with several deep shudders and pulsations, culminating with her grunting and pushing my head firmly into the bed. Her fanny juice dribbled out of her continuously and I did my best to stem the flow by drinking it. It eventually ceased by which time my face; chin and ears were sticky with it. I was in a real mess.

"Help me up please Davies," said Miss Annie to the girl who had just witnessed her mistress climaxing. I now was beginning to wonder whether Davies hated me because she had to put up with her employers' dirty and disgusting habits, or whether she secretly wished that she was on all fours sprawled over me with her arse in my face, being pleasured. I knew not what to think.

Miss Annie left the room after she had shaken down her Paisley patterned silk skirt and underlying petticoats. Davies helped pull them back into shape and also gave her a damp facecloth to refresh her fanny.

"Let the boy wash his face before I send in Miss Emily," she said to the housemaid and left the room.

"Come on you little turd, let's wipe your fucking face," she hissed at me and wiped me with the facecloth.

She rinsed the flannel and scrubbed me again this time more vigorously. I felt that she was assaulting me and I thought her a vicious sod. There was no need to be so blatantly violent to one so short and thin as I. She threw me a towel and swore at me again.

***

The Day Bed with Miss Emily.

***

All of a sudden she smiled and looked towards the door as Miss Emily entered the small room.

"Ah Davies," she said in an ingratiating manner. " I'll have him under me with my knees astride I think," she continued, " I thoroughly enjoyed it last time we had a boy here, shame his tongue was so short though." she concluded.

I still lay on the bed where Miss Annie had taken leave of me and my mouth tasted of carbolic soap. Miss Emily lifted her up grey and purple striped skirt to expose six cream silk petticoats. The outer Point de Rose lace edged underskirt was particularly fine and appeared almost transparent. My poor penis flopped over to one side and gradually began to stiffen.

"He may stay on his back but I won't be needing all those cushions," she said to her maid and Davies whipped them away from under my head so that it fell backwards on the satin bedspread with a jolt.

"You little bastard," I mouthed at Davies and she smiled at me with mock politeness. Her hatred of me was now all too obvious.

"Good, good," said Miss Emily and smiled at both of us.

"Help me sit on his face girl," she said in a very matter of fact way. I watched her pull up more cream petticoats from under her wide full skirt then place one black stockinged foot, then the other on the ottoman.

With the help of Davies she placed her feet on each side of my shoulders and lowered herself so that her knees touched my cheeks. I looked up into Miss Emily's face and all I could see was pure animal lust.

"Cover him up please," she croaked to Davies.

She was clearly so sexually aroused that she could hardly speak. I watched her petticoats being tugged and stretched over me on all sides until I was completely concealed except for my puny legs and feet. My erection was lost amongst the various Pont de Rose and gossamer lace hems of her petticoats.

She edged forwards and splayed her legs widely so that my mouth touched her lower lips between the open crotch of her cream silk drawers. Her drawers were trimmed with five flounces of Point de Rose lace and they tickled my ears and cheeks as she slid them past my face. I heard her gasp at my touch and she told Davies to leave the room. Clearly Miss Emily preferred to take her pleasures in private.

In the darkness between her legs and beneath her heavy full skirt and petticoats I tongued her protruding inner lips. What was it about the Hetheringhams? Why did they all have similar shaped fannies? I teased her labia apart and listened to Miss Emily gurgle with glee.

"Push it up all the way you little blighter," she said, and I didn't need telling twice.

Up I slid and found her deliciously moist. She edged forward so that her buttocks pushed me firmly into the bed. I continued with my 'tongue fucking' and listened to her girlish squeals as I wiggled it about inside her. I pulled it out then inserted it and did this many times over. She squeezed my tongue using her vagina muscles and I enjoyed slipping it out as she tried to hold me in.

"You cheeky young monkey," she said, but I could tell that she was smiling by the way she spoke. I played with her like this for a good ten minutes .I would slip my tongue inside her up to the hilt, she would attempt to grip in with her vulva muscles alone and I would pull it out and feel her try to hang on.

She found this thrilling and soon she telling me that I had a 'wonderful long tongue'. She clearly knew what she liked and we continued like this for another ten minutes with her bouncing about on top of my face and me tucked away out of sight beneath her petticoats and wide full skirt.

Soon I had had enough of this so concentrated my attentions on her clitoris. It was tucked up inside her prominent fleshy lips and it took quite a while for me to coax it out. Eventually I had her quivering with exaggerated jerks on the very tip of my tongue and then, unexpectedly she reached her crescendo and orgasmed on my face. Her spendings gushed out and for the third time that morning my face was sticky with cunt juice.

"Oh my goodness gracious," she said in a strained genteel voice, "Oh my goodness gracious me," she repeated and rang the hand bell next to the bed for her housemaid.

In the damp humid space, under her skirt between her smelly legs I heard Davies enter the room.

"You may help me off the boy please Davies," said Miss Emily, clearly weakened by her physical exertions.

I imagined that she was clearly in need of 'smelling salts' or perhaps 'Baldwin's Wind and Digestive Pills' judging by the odours which were escaping from her derriere. I wasted no time gulping in fresh air once she had climbed off me and onto the ottoman. In truth I thought that there was nothing worse than being trapped under a woman's skirt with half a dozen horrendous farts.

***

The Day Bed with Miss Elizabeth.

***

Miss Elizabeth Hetheringham walked into the room clearly already aroused and excited.

"I'll do it on the floor with him," she told Davies. "I'll need all four dog leads," she continued and my mouth dropped in horror.

What on earth did she mean by dog leads, I thought and I sat on the bed with my hands instinctively covering my penis and testicles.

Davies sneered at me with a smug look. Clearly she knew what to do as she had probably done this many times before. She opened the ottoman and fished out four leather leads with leather dog collars attached. She pulled me off the bed roughly and told me to stand up.

I watched Miss Elizabeth, wearing her wide floor length grey and brown check skirt, eye me up as if I were a piece of meat at the butchers. I felt my heart beat faster and wondered why I needed to be fettered. I felt very vulnerable in my naked state and waited for her housemaid, Ellen Davies, to do her worse. My penis shriveled to the size of a small gherkin and hung down between my legs reflecting my mood and fears.

"Keep still, boy," said Davies attaching the first dog-collar and lead to my right wrist. I watched her smirk as she tightened it. She pulled at it to make sure that I couldn't slip my thin hands out of it.

She secured another dog-collar to my left wrist, then a third and a fourth to both my ankles. I felt as if I was a slave and had a bad feeling that these women were going to hurt me or something worse.

"Is he ready?" said Miss Elizabeth rubbing her hands along her thighs as if to wipe sweat of her palms.

"He is ready to be tied down ma'am," said Davies standing on my foot.

"Well get on with it then," whispered her mistress, clearly extremely worked up.

Davies grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards at the same time tripping me up. I landed on the carpet in a heap and felt pain.

"You vicious slime-faced cow," I shouted at her and then she hit me across the face.

"What did you call me?" she shouted back.

Miss Elizabeth seized her maid and told her to calm down and prepare me properly. I lay on my back on the carpet as Davies attached the leads to two legs of the bed and to the heavy base of a wardrobe and chest of drawers. She tightened them sufficiently to pull all four limbs in different directions so that I lay spread-eagled, on my back with my legs apart. I lay to one side of the bed and ottoman with only just sufficient room to allow someone to walk around me.

The maid stood over me and placed a boot under my chin as if claiming me as hers. I looked up into her eyes and she appeared to observe me with utter scorn.

"The boy is ready ma'am," she said with a triumphant note in her voice.

I found it incredulous that she should address me as 'the boy' because I was surely the same age as her if not older. Davies could only have been just eighteen, surely?

Miss Elizabeth dismissed the maid, and I watched her leave the room with her a haughty expression on her face. Clearly Miss Ellen Davies thought that all this was beneath her.

"Well boy, there's just you and I now," said the forty-five year old lady wearing her white silk blouse with leg o'mutton sleeves.

I watched her as she slowly circled me stepping over my thin outstretched legs and arms. She dragged her heavy skirt and petticoats over me so that every nerve ending became highly sensitized. I caught several glimpses of the intricate Alencon white lace which edged her outer, more ornamental, petticoats and felt my penis slide up the centre line of my belly.

For some odd inexplicable reason I discovered that being shackled to the floor made me feel more energised, sexually speaking. For no apparent reason my penis suddenly perked up and became rock hard. Miss Elizabeth noticed this and smiled at me like a lioness just about to stalk a zebra. I pulled at my ties, desperate to masturbate.

"Good, good," she said and stood astride my stomach so that her skirt and petticoat hems lay across my naked body.

I looked up into her eyes and wondered whether I should smile at her or look pitiful. I went for something in between.

She slid her kitten-heeled slippers over my belly and I struggled to raise my head to watch transfixed as she placed her sole on my penis. Then, out of the blue, she put weight on it. The pain was excruciating and I shouted out. I yanked on the dog leads but I was too tightly fettered. I could only move a couple of inches in any direction.

"Good, good," she said and pushed down on it again, then again.

I looked into her eyes and saw that she was mocking me. I was determined to get through this dreadful experience and get back to Maynard's as soon as possible, so I became desperately focused on the thought of leaving this house and not on the matter at hand.

Miss Elizabeth slid her shoes up to my neck and I felt the stiff scratchiness of the Alencon lace petticoats against my nose, chin and mouth. The tactile feel the texture of her undergarments made my penis strain stiffly and I watched with horror as she slid her heels down to my penis and applied pressure once again.

"Good, good," she said smiling down at me with a horrid cruel smirk. I tried to jerk my body away but couldn't.

The pain was awful and brought tears to my eyes. This appeared to encourage Miss Elizabeth to slide her foot down my thigh to my knee. She looked me straight in the eye and applied her full weight to my knee.

The pain was unbearable. I almost felt my kneecap crack and I shivered visibly with terror as well as discomfort. I pulled wildly on my ties but remained firmly fettered. My heart was thumping crazily.

"Good, good" she said and slid her foot back to my penis. This time she did not push down but merely lifted it with her toes and pushed it from side to side.

"Would you like your penis inside me, boy?" she asked.

I replied that I did not wish to be inside her.

"And why not?" she said rolling my erection from side to side beneath her feet.

I could not think of a suitable reply and felt incredibly vulnerable. If I told her that I just wanted to 'tongue' her and leave this would clearly antagonise her further. If I told her that I did not wish to fuck her because of her high rank this might cause offence so I decided to change my mind and appear keen.

"I would like my penis inside you ma'am," I spluttered still wary of her black suede house shoes with their two-inch kitten heels resting on my genitals.

"So you have changed your mind have you?" she enquired and I nodded my head insanely with my chimpanzee grin.

"Good, good but I shall require you to pleasure me first," she said walking astride my body until her shoes lay against my shoulders with her heavy silk skirt hem rested across my neck.

I could feel her body heat radiate from under her vast skirt. My penis appeared to treble in size and my brain was churning with the thoughts of being allowed to penetrate this woman after our tonguing her. All my instincts told me that I shouldn't be allowed to fuck my superior, or elder or someone so rich, but I put these thoughts aside as she swung her foot up to my cheek, followed by the other one.

Immediately my face was covered by petticoat lace. There was so much of it. I struggled against the leads to find the inner petticoat where her silk drawers and black silk stockings lay waiting for me.

The woman sensed that I was struggling so she shook down her underskirts and brought her shoes smartly together. My cheeks were pinched against her heels and I cried out.

Miss Elizabeth laughed and swiveled her heels further against my head. I tried to move my head upwards but she place a shoe on my face and pushed down. My nose and mouth were squashed under it and I turned my head to one side. Down came the shoe against my face and squeezed my head back into the 'up-turned' position.

She appeared to delight in playing with my head with her feet and shoes and I couldn't understand why. She certainly could not see my face as it was completely hidden under her long full skirt. I imagined that she like to be in complete control of her 'underskirt boy' and feel his head trapped between her shoes.

"Oooch, ow," I yelled as she scraped a two-inch heel over my neck and cheek.

I watched as she dragged one shoe then the other backwards and forwards across my face. I flinched and closed my eyes with each pass and once again my penis remained savagely stiff and ramrod erect. For what seemed like fifteen minutes she continued with this footplay 'foreplay'. I remained completely at her disposal, naked, flat on my back with my head between her feet staring up between her legs under her floor length skirt.

The odour of warm moist fanny assailed my nostrils and I would have begged her to release me just to allow me to breathe her in more easily. I remained incredibly frustrated and wanted just to get on with tonguing her.

"Well boy, I hope your tongue is ready for me," she exclaimed placing both her feet firmly against my cheeks.

This time she didn't trap me between her shoes. Clearly she required my head to be able to move between her legs. I stared up at her white silk crotchless drawers decorated with both Alencon and Calais lace on the three flounces which surrounded both leg openings. I once again wondered how much exquisite lace could be worn where no one but the wearer would ever see it.

Miss Elizabeth Miranda Katherine Hetheringham, to give her her full name parted her legs and bent her knees and squatted on my face. I watched the rustling folds of white silk petticoats descend around me and spill out as far as my stomach and penis.

The sounds of 'frou-frou' almost deafened me as she rearranged her clothing over me.

Her vagina gaped over my face. It was already dribbling out juice and the lacy openings of her drawers were quite damp. Her pubic hair was very coarse and thick but her inner labia protruded quite markedly, just as her sisters' did. I was able to wiggle my tongue up inside her fleshy flaps and nuzzled them with my nose.

Her clitoris hung over me tucked away under its prominent hood. I exposed it with my nose and breathed in her natural odours. To be frank she smelled quite badly of urine but as time progressed the pungent muskiness of her vagina took over. I would have drowned quite happily in her juices which flowed freely as I continued tonguing her furiously.

Ten minutes had passed and Miss Elizabeth was now bouncing her heavy arse on my neck and dragging her cunt backwards and forwards over my face. I pushed out my tongue and licked at anything within range. She appeared to enjoy wiping herself over me and my eye sockets and nostrils were smeared with her vaginal secretions.

As happened with her sisters, I now smelled of warm wet cunt, and nothing else. As also with her sisters it was she who was using me as a masturbatory tool, jerking her pelvis savagely over my face. I just lay there and hoped that my neck would not be broken. All the time my penis twitched and bobbed about aimlessly between her petticoat hems. Suddenly she grasped my head through all her silken layers and 'jerked herself off' on me.

I heard her grunt at every jerk until her grunting and jerking became more frequent violent and bestial. I felt that there was almost something primeval in her movements. She shook me from side to side as well as up and down. She seemed possessed.

"Grunt," jerk, "grunt," jerk "grunt," jerk, "grunt," jerk "grunt, "jerk, "grunt" jerk "grunt," jerk, "grunt", jerk "grunt," she squealed loudly as my face became more and more sticky with her 'goo'.

"Grunt," jerk, "grunt," jerk "grunt," jerk, "grunt," jerk "grunt, "jerk, "grunt" jerk "grunt," jerk, "grunt", jerk "grunt," she continued almost pulling my head off.

Suddenly she stopped and levered my head up into her sopping fanny and then shuddered, juddered, shook and finally climaxed, collapsing backwards on top of my penis and stomach.


I lay back panting, staring at the ceiling snorting out mucous. I looked down and watched her legs twitch in the final throes of her orgasm. Her petticoats were spread everywhere and her stockings were wrinkled. Her cunt still exuded driblets of juice and her breathing remained irregular.

"Good, good," she said and sat up with her legs still splayed across my face.

I looked at her. She was in complete disarray and was in desperate need of grooming, if not a bath. I noticed that she had tears in her eyes and now almost felt sorry for her in a strange way.

She stood up with great effort throwing her petticoats to one side to allow her to stand up straight. Once upright she shook her skirt and under trappings down and rearranged each layer best she could.

I lay there on the floor wondering whether she had remembered her pledge regarding me fucking her. She appeared far too concerned with her hair and damp eyes to deal with my wishes. I felt I had to say something.

"Please ma'am, "I asked, "err about having my penis inside you?"

"Well what of it?" she said curtly, "Oh I see you wish to have sexual intercourse with me? Is that it?".

I grinned at her like a prize tom-cat but she glowered at me as if I was once more the lowest of the low.

"Well my 'underskirt friend' that is more likely than a man ever standing on the moon," she continued, "However Davies will 'attend to your needs'," she said and summoned in the maid.

"Untie the boy and wipe his face; he looks dreadful," said Miss Elizabeth looking at herself in the mantelpiece mirror and pinning up her hair.

Davies gave me a look of sheer disgust and loathing. I looked at her with equal disdain as she untied me. She stamped on my hand and I yelled out.

"Will you two desist?" said Miss Elizabeth now completely composed and looking more the lady.

I stood up and felt wobbly. My knee still ached where Miss Elizabeth had stood on it. Davies scrubbed my face with a wet rag and threw me a towel to dry myself. When I was clean I walked towards Miss Elizabeth and asked if I could collect my clothes and go.

"But you wanted your penis inside me?" she said. "Are you not ready to expel your seed?"

I had no idea what she was talking about and, quite frankly. I couldn't care less and just wanted to bicycle my way back to Putney.

"Davies will you please get ready for the boy to fuck you," she said to the housemaid who had now replacing the dog leads back in the ottoman.

"Yes ma'am," said the girl.

She looked at me with hatred and I now knew why she bore a grudge against me. Clearly it was her duty to sexually satisfy all the 'underskirt boys' who had entered the big house and pleasured the Hetheringham sisters in the past. Goodness only knows how many times she had been fucked by complete strangers. I did not feel sorry for her as she had not felt any emotion towards me; in fact she had been unkind and brutal.

Ellen Davies knelt on the edge of the wide bed then got down on her hands and knees so that her arse was level with the edge of the bed. She pulled up her uniform so as to expose her white cotton crotchless drawers. They were crudely trimmed with eyelet lace and matched her two flounced cotton petticoats. Her black cotton stockings were held up with Broderie lace garters and bows. Her cruel house boots now looked less threatening now that her naked fanny and arse were on full view. She spread her knees and lowered her arse.

"Well go on then, fuck her," said Miss Elizabeth and I noticed the other three sister quietly enter the room and stand around me watching.

"And you'd better pull out at the right time, d'ya hear?" croaked Davies almost in tears.

I edged my way up to the maid and threw her uniform skirt over her shoulders along with her petticoats so that her gaping cunt was now on full view to me and her sisters.

Standing behind her, her pubic hair seemed quite fine and downy as I rubbed her up and down her cleft and introduced my long middle finger into her vagina. Within a couple of minutes she was dribbling with sexual secretions and I judged that it was time to enter her. My rampant member had already extended to its maximum length and I wasted no time in sliding it into her. She took the whole length with one long slow thrust.

"Oooh, ohhhh. It's so thick," she groaned and I felt that it was now my turn to wreak my revenge on this eighteen year old servant girl.

It felt so good to be inside a woman. I slid it back and forth, back and forth for what seemed like an eternity. Davies groaned and diddled her clitoris with her right hand. I speeded up my movements much to the delight of all four sisters.

"Davies is not used to one that size," said Miss Sophia in an off-hand manner as if she were discussing the weather.

I gripped Davies's hips and I 'galloped down the home straight to the winning post,' as it were.

Soon I was fucking her vigorously, thoroughly and energetically. I felt semen build up inside, I closed my eyes, pulled out my penis and spurted six large strings of semen over her arse, petticoats, drawers, stockings and chemise.

I felt triumphant and left Davies crying, either with pleasure, pain, humiliation or all three. I cared not one jot. I had done my duty and reaped my rewards and assumed that the sisters were happy with my 'performance'

***

Back at Maynard's I handed in my notice.

I had worked there for exactly one week and decided that being an 'underskirt boy' was not for me.

I said goodbye to Tim and Simon who were drinking tea and reading the Sporting Life.

I never regretted that week but felt that the world had something better to offer me and I also thought I had done well not to be seriously injured by some of the more 'demanding' Victorian women.