The French Tutor

[Thorilla]

The French Tutor
by Thorilla


(I found this moving account of my great, great uncle David's struggle to learn a foreign language and the methods they used to teach French to those who were ungifted linguistically. His words are taken verbatim from a secret diary he kept when he was 19 years old).

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In 1885, when I was 19, my parents told me that I needed to pass the Civil Service exam so I could work in the British Colonies. Part of the exam was in French conversation. I knew I would fail this as I was only just able to write French never mind speak it. It was decided that over the summer of 1885 I should attend an intensive tutoring course at the home of friends of our family who often employed foreign teachers to teach their own children as well as others.

Having packed my bags I took a train from St. Pancras to Nottingham station and was met by a 'fly' which carried me and my luggage to Newbeck Hall. At the hall I was met by our friends whom I'd not seen for several years and who made the usual comments about how I'd grown, and how were my parents and so forth.

I was taken to my room on the second floor of the old rambling house and after washing and changing for dinner I descended to the ground floor to meet the children and their new tutor.

As I entered the drawing room I saw two charming blonde haired young ladies of my age and an older lady possibly in her 30s. Anna and Sarah were the daughters and had just turned eighteen. I had forgotten that they were twins. Both wore simple pleated calf- length dresses and I hugged them and kissed them on both cheeks and on their lips which made them both laugh. The dark haired older lady was introduced as Marie, and was from Paris where she taught English at the Sorbonne. She was quite slim and tall and not bad looking for a 30-something year old. She had a nice shapely bottom under her bustle and a decent bosom. I shook hands and muttered something in French which she did not quite understand. The smelled of expensive Parisian perfumes.

After dinner at 8.00pm it was decided that the four of us should withdraw to the schoolroom at the back of the house overlooking the lake to talk about the eight week course we would follow. The room was sparsely furnished but had a very large round table at the centre, covered in a thick green velvet tablecloth. Various oil lamps were positioned on it and had dining chairs around it. The floor was covered in an ornate Persian carpet and there were two sofas next to a wall. There was a tutors table and chair in front of the window.

Miss Marie. as our tutor insisted on being called, appeared rather serious and reserved but I thought she may become more cheerful as the course progressed. She told us, as we sat on the sofas, that her teaching methods were 'unorthodox' but she usually got good results. By way of assessing our conversational standard she asked each of us a few questions in French starting with Anna. She was hopeless at answering, and was clearly unable to pick up even the basic concepts. Sarah was better and I was somewhere in-between. Miss Marie launched into a conversation on the weather and we were obliged to join in. Our attempts were miserable, only being able to describe the temperature and whether it was windy or not. All in all she thought we were pathetic and deplorable.

"You English are all the same. Although you have your British Empire you cannot be bothered to learn even one foreign language. Pah! "Miss Marie pretended to spit, in a typical Gallic fashion. " Pah! pah!" she admonished us scanning the room under her thick eyelashes and looked at us all in a challenging fashion. Her accent was very attractive and her full lips pouted slightly.

"I have decided that tomorrow, if none of you are any better, you will each receive punishment in front of the rest of the class, yes?" Anna looked at Sarah. Sarah looked at me and I looked at Anna. "Err Miss Marie what sort of punishment would that be please?" said I.

"Well we will discuss that now David. I understand I cannot smack any of you or hurt you as your parents are against such things however I do understand that the British hate one thing more than anything else!" she said sneeringly.

"Please tell us Miss Marie," Anna said, crossing her feet and brushing down her skirt hem which had attracted my attention.

There was a long pause as Miss Marie thought out how to phrase it. She then replied. "Embarrassment or l'embbaras en francais."

"We do not understand." Said Sarah with a quizzical expression on her beautiful young face, her lips seductively apart.

"Well Anna I think you all know more of the French language than you admit to, but for some reason you feel embarrassed at having to speak it, therefore you do not. We have to find some things which you find more embarrassing which you will be forced to do if you cannot find the correct words in our conversations tomorrow. You understand? Yes?"

"I think so," Anna replied. "So if we are embarrassed at speaking French out loud and make a mistake you will find us something more embarrassing to do which will make our initial embarrassment seem quite insignificant."

"Yes, if you like, but you will also be punished if you make too many mistakes as well. It is all very well finding courage to speak but you must also have a good vocabulary and know your tenses," said Miss Marie, now somewhat forceful and insistent in her manner.

"I would like to find out what you find most embarrassing, bearing in mind we will only be in this room for the next eight weeks. David, what embarrasses you?"

"Well I'd hate to have to wear a dunce's hat and sit in the corner and that sort of thing." I remarked casually.

" I don't think that is so embarrassing David, please think again." She sneered.

"Well I'd hate to have jelly in my hair." Both girls giggled at my reply but Miss Marie did not respond.

"No David, no," she stood up and walked towards the window and turned to face us. "The English are most embarrassed at being seen to be foolish, particularly when it comes to parts of their..err...anatomy." she responded somewhat hesitantly.

"You see the English prefer to cover themselves up and are very modest about their clothes and general appearance. Today, in the reign of Queen Victoria, they do not wish to see feet, legs or underwear or anything to do with bodily functions. They wear heavy clothes to hide any impropriety and even hide table legs with long tablecloths."

"The Italians are similar. One eighteen year old boy, whom I taught last year, was embarrassed to see women's legs and petticoats. He was also embarrassed to lie on the floor in front of a woman as Italian men are very proud and to be seen on the floor is a sign of weakness. I punished him with his poor conversational French by insisting he lie on the floor face up in front of me while I raised my skirt and petticoats and walked backwards and forwards over him with my feet on each side of his body. After a few days of this treatment his French improved"

I almost spluttered "Lucky chap." But kept my thoughts to myself.

"Tomorrow, therefore, I will decide, and make a list of which punishments are most fitting for all three of you. We will start our lessons at 9 o'clock precisely, yes? Meanwhile you can be thinking of what I have said so I can add to the list when we meet again."

I went to bed in a state of excitement and confusion. I got undressed, put on my pyjamas and snuggled under the heavy bed covers. I undid my pyjama trousers and slid them down to my knees. I could not help thinking about the Italian boy with his head under Miss Marie's skirt and petticoat. I imagined myself in his position my tongue out staring up her legs and breathing in her scent with all the froufrou lacy layers brushing against my hair and chest. My penis slowly rolled into an upright position and in the darkness I wanked myself furiously imagining the French tutors legs spread over me. I bucked a huge orgasm which slimed stickily across my chest and into the sheets. I fell asleep fully sated and relaxed.

Next day was a Monday. Our breakfast was taken in the east wing where sunlight streamed through the tall windows. Charlotte, the youngest maid, ensured we had had enough to eat. My two friends sat opposite me eating toast and butter. They were talking excitedly and giggled inside their periwinkle blue striped dresses. They also wore starched white aprons trimmed with eyelet and broderie anglais edging. I admired their beautiful animated faces, their upturned noses and wavy fair hair which cascaded down their backs restrained by Alice bands. To me they reminded me of two little 'Alices' ready and eager for their 'Adventures in French Conversation Land' (I would have preferred my beautiful eighteen year olds to be having 'Adventures in David's Bedroom Land', with my trousers off and my willy out.)

Three of us made a hasty dash to the schoolroom where Miss Marie was waiting for us. I almost stumbled when I saw what she was wearing.

She was not wearing the previous evenings tailored bustle dress. Instead she was wearing a tight bodiced, dark grey, full skirted, crisp cotton dress. It was gathered at the waist, and extended in several loose pleats and flounced tiers to the ground. The dress was very wide where it almost reached the floor and made a swishing sound as she turned and walked. The dress moved in such a way as to suggest it was held out by several layers of cotton petticoats.

My eighteen year old brain kept thinking about what she said the night before about the Italian boy. I had not imagined her, in my dream, wearing such a voluminous skirt.

"Welcome class. Do sit down and listen to what I have to say. Last night we agreed that the only way that we would get you all to join in would be to punish you by means of embarrassment should you make mistakes with your grammar." She smiled contentedly.

"Anna and Sarah will be punished as follows. For minor mistakes you will sit with your knees apart like so." Miss Marie sat on her tall tutors chair and moved both her feet and knees apart in a very indecorous pose. I was enjoying the view as she looked like a prostitute. Anna and Sarah looked horrified as they had been taught that young ladies should always keep their knees together.

"Miss Marie we won't do it, it looks very rude and we will tell mother," said Sarah.

"It is too late; she knows of my methods, that is why I am here." She continued.

"For more major mistakes you will pull your skirt up to your knees to expose your petticoats, like this."

Before I had time to gulp Miss Marie had reached down and pulled her long skirt up to her knees and there underneath was the most exquisitely ornamented wide underskirt I, or even the girls, had ever seen. Here was tier after tier of pleated flounces in fine Spanish broderie and fine Spanish scalloped cotton lace. Each overlapping hem was different. Some had French guipure edging others had broderie. The whole petticoat was pure white and the stitching was perfect.

"Goodness," both girls exclaimed admiring the fine stitch work.

Miss Marie gleamed at them and lifted the outer petticoat to reveal another one of similar quality. This time she told us it was a 'Venetian petticoat' and was again a multi-tiered overlapping flounced design in much finer cotton with rose-pointing on each hem. This again was of the purest white.

With almost theatrical aplomb she lifted up this petticoat to reveal yet another fine cotton petticoat edged in Alencon lace which again had multi-tiers, much narrower and finer than the others.

"These are both French," she said proudly and lifted this out of the way to reveal another edged in Chantilly lace, and yet another one underneath which had a scalloped edged hem, again trimmed with delicate Chantilly lace. She would not lift the final one underneath that as it would expose her loose legged cotton knickers, stockings and her legs.

The girls clapped their hands innocently and giggling loudly, their small breasts wobbled inside their dresses as they smiled with joy at seeing Miss Marie's under trappings. I couldn't believe my luck. My schooldays had been spent dreaming about women and their undergarments and here I was about to spend eight weeks with three women all. Presumably, about to display their wares. I looked at Sarah and Anna, and at the way both their young bodies moved under their dresses, and subconsciously licked my lips.


*

Miss. Marie stood up and rearranged her petticoats carefully, so that each overlapped the one below, then she shook her skirt down until she again appeared modest and less like a harlot. Both the girls looked perplexed and were not sure whether they could go through such an experience which would have been contrary to their strict respectable upbringing.

I asked Miss Marie what my 'embarrassing' punishment would be. "Why the same as the Italian boy of course, any other questions?" she said slightly bored.

"Yes," I said, "You mean for minor mistakes am I required to lie on the carpet?"

"Yes of course you are, and for major mistakes I shall make you look at my lacy petticoats and legs!"

I was still not sure what she meant and interrogated her further.

"Are you going to lift your skirt and petticoats and walk over me until I do better?"

"Yes David, that is the general idea, yes." She again looked bored and yawned towards the window.

"And did you wear the dress you are wearing today for the Italian boy's punishment?"

"No of course not David, The dress I wore in Italy was a very full and wide satin ball-gown, pink in colour, with six layers of white silk petticoats under it and a hooped crinoline, and I wore short silk lacy bloomers decorated with pink ribbons. I also wore a pair of pink silk stockings and pink satin high heeled shoes. I could not bring these to England. I would have needed another trunk,"

"So Miss Marie you walked over the Italian boy in your ball-gown until he agreed to improve?" I said searchingly, my penis becoming interested too.

She was very impatient now and replied curtly, "No David, I did not just walk over him, I sat on him, rubbed my shoes over his face, rubbed my petticoats over his face, I straddled his face, I made him lick my feet, ankles and legs, I squeezed his face between my thighs, I rubbed my 'derriere' over his nose and mouth and did many other things to him until he squealed loudly for his mother, many times. Do you know what his mother said to me?"

"No, I can't imagine," I said red faced, shaking and rather hot under the collar.

"She said carry on! Carry on! Do this more often, all week if you must. This is what I pay you for. I do not mind you punishing young Carlo in this way so long as you achieve results"

My mind raced. I looked away, my penis rock hard. And wondered what this woman was really like. Does she really believe that she is dishing out punishment? Does she not realise that she is fulfilling every nineteen-year old boy's wildest dreams?

We spent the rest of the morning speaking French in the 'present tense' and made reasonable progress. Despite several mistakes Miss Marie did not punish us, clearly allowing her three pupils to get used to her ways. After lunch we continued and again none of us was punished even for more serious mistakes. Remarkably we seemed to have improved and I did not know whether the fear of having to display their underwear was having the desired effect on the girls, or whether a certain competitive spirit had taken root. I was on much better form than I could imagine and made very few conversational errors.

Following afternoon tea Miss Marie issued us with text books and instructed us to read the first few chapters, I sat at the big table while the girls sat together on the sofa. Miss Marie was writing at her desk. It was very quiet except for the ticking of a long-case clock somewhere in the house. The atmosphere was relaxed and I slowly read and re-read the prescribed chapters.

I thought about my boarding school days where I had spent the past ten years in male company. The only girls I had met there were sisters of the other chaps, and then only for tea.

My mind wandered and I looked at Anna and Sarah. They were simply gorgeous. My eyes followed the beautiful contours of their faces, their hair and their shoulders under their starched aprons. I dropped my gaze and studied their legs. They wore indoor shoes, black lightweight pumps over black stockings. Their shapely lower legs disappeared under striped skirts but sadly no petticoats were visible. Quickly I glanced at Miss Marie's legs and again to my disappointment everything was covered up by her long grey day-dress. I glanced back at the girls legs and my mind drifted off.

I imagined that I was sitting on the sofa with the girls. They were wearing their crisp striped dresses over masses of white petticoats. I was naked and sitting between them. Each of my hands was up the back of their dresses and petticoats and down the waistband of their white cotton bloomers.

I was caressing their firm buttocks allowing my fingers to squeeze soft smooth flesh and explore further down. My 'Sir Percy' was standing rigidly to attention while they both caressed him gently and tickling 'his' balls. Both girls were giggling and saying silly girlish things to me and to 'Sir Percy' and shaking their loose hair across my face and my knob end.

Both were licking my neck and my ears. They were kissing me in the 'French' manner. We had open lips, and our tongues flicked into each others mouths, drool spilling as all three tongues intertwined slowly inside my mouth. Over and over again our tongues met and my mouth was probed firmly and thoroughly. Our eyes were closed.

"David, David," Miss Marie barked across the room. "Have you finished those chapters yet?" I replied that I had and she said I could go. I got up with difficulty because of the tightness in my trousers and returned to my room somewhat sexually charged.

On the way I met Charlotte on the stairs polishing the banisters.

"How old are ...err...you Charlotte?" I blurted.

"I'll be twenty three in June Sir," she said with a smile, her hands clasped in front of her.

I stared at her maid's uniform. It was black, high necked and trimmed with white lace. She had a tight bodice. She also wore a little lace cap, and a white apron over a wide full skirt. I noticed a pair of black lace-up boots peeping below her hem.

"When are you off next Charlotte?" I said in a matter of fact way.

"My duties end in exactly twenty minutes Sir." She said looking me in the eyes

"Well I'll not...err...beat about the bush, Charlotte, but have you got ...err..a young man?" I said noticing she had a pretty face, beautiful dark hair and that she was remarkably tall and slim.

"Why no sir, I'm happy as I am for the present." She smiled in a curious coy way.

I looked at her somewhat sheepishly and mumbled softly. "Well in that case if you come to my room in, say, half an hour's time I'll give you sixpence if you'll agree to sit on my face. What do you say?" Immediately regretting being so forthright.

"Ooh sir I couldn't do that for sixpence, though, tell you what. if you don't tell the mistress or the housekeeper I'll do it free-of-charge for you sir." I noticed that she appeared to have exceptionally long legs.

I coughed loudly, my heart thumping and my trousers almost exploding. I nodded at her staring at her bosom, being too embarrassed to speak.

I walked up to my room leaving Charlotte smiling at me, duster in hand, from the lower landing. The servants' quarters were at the other end of the house so she needed to be careful when she came to visit. Dinner was at 7.15 o'clock sharp and I needed to change. It was now 4.40 o'clock so there was enough time.

I waited in a state of delirious excitement. I wondered whether Charlotte had the first idea what facesitting was. On the dot Charlotte knocked on my door. She entered and I saw she had not changed out of her uniform.

"Hello sir, sorry I'm a bit late I had to go for a piddle."

"That's, that's fine," I said, still wondering what I had let myself in for.

" Err... Charlotte do you know what..err...err..um...facesitting is?" I said casually.

" Yes of course sir. Gentlemen guests sometimes ask for it, though to tell you the truth our cook is much better at it than me because of her huge arse, sorry sir, large bottom, I should have said." giggling in an excited way.

"And what do these 'gentlemen guests' also ask for?" I mumbled.

"Oh all sorts; willy-sucking's the usual one. The parlour maid is better at that because she's older and more refined. We draw the line at proper intercourse as we don't want lots of babies in the house do we sir?" I agreed with her there. "Let me help you off with your clothes sir," she added laughing with pleasure, and pulled off my waistcoat, shirt, trousers and underpants. She folded them up neatly and put them over a chair.

My penis sprang up horizontally and twitched wildly as she confirmed that the parlour maid would like to 'get her lips around that one' as she put it.

Charlotte told me to kneel on the floor in front of her as she shuffled forward allowing her cool skirt to push against my knees stomach and penis. My skin's nerve endings were highly sensitized and tingled at the slightest touch. She parted her feet slightly so that her high heeled lace-up boots touched the outer parts of my closed knees.

With her hands on my shoulders this tall beauty pushed her skirt clad stomach into my face and smiled down at me whispering "I'm all yours, sir". My penis stiffened further touching her crisp starchy apron. I rubbed her apron over it slowly and wanked gently.

The exposed end was ultra-sensitive as the skin was stretched to its limits. Putting both arms round her skirt I felt her hips and thighs through the many layers of cotton skirt and petticoats. I felt the weight of her clothes and her buttocks. My penis pushed solidly into her skirt feeling the resistance.

I ran my hands up and down the outside of her skirt several times to gauge how many petticoats she wore underneath. I stayed in this position for a while feeling her sway to and fro, nudging me and teasing me with her knees and skirt.

I stared up at her gorgeous face, above her jutting bosom, admiring her sparkling eyes and smiling teeth. Looking straight into her eyes I reached down and found her skirt hem lying across my naked thighs. She nudged me encouragingly and I slowly lifted her uniform with both hands and a wide lacy flounce of white petticoat spilled out contrasting starkly with her black skirt.

The flounce was finished in three rows of cotton eyelet lace which I fondled, rubbing it against my penis head. Reaching under further I found another petticoat hem and felt its laciness. Beyond that I fingered a third flounced hem which had no lace edging. My hands entered the private warm underspace between the housemaid's legs.

"I'll pull these up for you sir," she said, sliding her skirt and outer petticoat up to knee level. She kept them there while my hands explored further. Taking my time, delaying my pleasure, I lifted the second flounced petticoat which was trimmed with a double broderie scalloped frill. I rubbed this over my penis feeling the starchy scratchiness of the lace. She pulled this one up too so as well to reveal her innermost plain white flounced petticoat in pure white. This must be the one she changes weekly I thought along with her bloomers. I wiped my pre-cum on it.

"Under you go sir," she chuckled, lifting her skirt and all her frilly layers to waist height. I felt like a small boy entering his first sweetshop.

Her bloomers were short, ending above the knee. They were open-crotch and stained slightly with piddle. They were trimmed with a wide flounce of broderie and eyelet lace. White ribbons were threaded through the loose legs.

She nudged me backwards so I was no longer kneeling but sitting with both my legs between her shoes. I moved so I was propped up on my elbows staring up at her bloomers which she pushed into my face as she lowered her skirt and petticoats over me. It was dark, and warm and suddenly quiet except for the rustling of petticoat lace against the underside of her uniform skirt. I lay flat on my back as she knelt over me, her legs splayed, pushing down on my face and nose.

She slid further forward so her outer cunny lips enveloped my nose. I breathed in a strong heady aroma of urine and vaginal juices and felt my penis twitch uncontrollably. She had arranged her skirts so that they covered my upper torso but I was able to touch myself and rub the petticoat lace over my rigid friend. I grabbed a handful of lace and wrapped it around my penis wanking vigorously but slowly. Again I wished to delay my pleasures.

Her clitoral hood was at my complete disposal and as her clitoris yielded to my probing I concentrating my tonguings and nosings on providing her the pleasure she deserved. She rocked firmly to and fro over my nose, chin and tongue, my face becoming wet with her efforts.

After several minutes I felt her increase the tempo of her movements above me. My wanking had also become faster matching her pace as much as possible. She tried to tell me how much she was enjoying it but it came out as gibberish mixed in with "Ohs", and "Oooohs," and "Sir pleases," and "don't bloody stops." This went on for another five minutes or so. I was truly in a new unexplored world.

She was now riding my face at a frantic speed her bottom often lifting while I kept my mouth attached to her privates. My wanking must have appeared as a blur of rustling petticoats.

All of a sudden her muscles tightened, my buttocks were off the ground.

She gripped my head then spasmed violently. I felt seminal fluid gathering in my penis.

She orgasmed, then again, and again her breath coming out in short little gasps.

I shot my semen into her clothing and emptied my balls in a dozen energetic thrusts.

We both collapsed laughing at what we had done together. I lay back staring up at her smiling like a Cheshire cat while she stroked my hair and said I had very kind eyes.

I heard a clock strike 6.00 o'clock somewhere in the big house and we soon parted, Charlotte giving me a little curtsy as she left my room.

*

I did not see Charlotte for several days. She was busy at the other end of the house with the housekeeper clearing the West Room which was to be redecorated. I did see her once through an open window, and she smiled and curtsied at me in her full-Holland apron, and appeared both friendly and seductive.

Our French tutoring continued with Miss. Marie setting us more and more challenging conversations. We had finished with the 'present tense' by Thursday and we had moved on to the 'past tense'. Our conversations centred on what we had done the previous day and whom we had met, what the weather had been like and so on. We managed to keep each conversation going for several minutes despite stretching our joint vocabularies to their limits.

Miss Marie appeared pleased and overlooked our many mistakes, even our basic errors. Anna's vocabulary had increased rapidly and Sarah and I often looked to her to dig us out of trouble. To me, it seemed as if Miss. Marie's 'embarrassment' punishments had been forgotten and it had just been a ruse from the outset. I began to doubt the authenticity regarding her story about Carlo, the young Italian boy. I was proved to be completely wrong as I found out on Friday.

Our lesson had begun well but Sarah and Anna were behaving in a 'frisky' manner. They kept tickling each other, or jabbing one other in the ribs.

Miss. Marie was far from pleased and reprimanded them both for their childishness. I noticed that sometimes when they slid around on the sofa well-laundered petticoat lace would flash out into view under their dark pink 'Alice' dresses then disappear again just as quickly. Both wore white cotton petticoats over black stockings and pink shoes. Their blonde hair shone in the sunlight.

"We will start with what we had for breakfast Sarah, and you, David, can ask her if she enjoyed it and if it was pleasant to taste. You begin Sarah."

Sarah began her conversation but then had a fit of giggles. She started again but broke down in uncontrollable laughter to Miss. Marie's evident disgust.

"You begin instead David and ask her what she had for breakfast." In my worst French I asked Sarah if she had jelly for breakfast? and we both began laughing, tears running down our cheeks as it was so funny.

"Stop," shouted Miss. Marie. "You will behave sensibly in the schoolroom, and not like little nursery children,"

"David go and kneel on the floor immediately in front of Sarah." She snapped. The laughter stopped dead and Sarah and I stared at each other aghast.

I walked slowly over to her, kneeled in front, and shuffled forward so my knees touched her shoes.

"Now David put your hands behind your back and lean forward."

This I did, feeling undignified.

"Sarah you will lift up your dress and your petticoats to your waist, so David can see what you are wearing beneath your clothes." Sarah turned bright red, open mouthed in horror, holding her skirt firmly down.

"No Miss. Marie, you are horrid, I cannot, it's rude and unbecoming, I will not do it," pleaded the beautiful eighteen year old shaking her head, and stamping her foot, her blonde hair bouncing around her face.

"You will Sarah; you will do it now, or I shall tell your mother, so quickly lift up your clothes. Do it now if you please,"

Reluctantly Sarah lifted up her dress, and Anna helped her arrange her petticoats.

There in front of me was a pure white, perfect display of unbelievably frilly underwear. Her cotton petticoats were edged in layer upon layer of ruched flounces made of broderie, pin pleats and gathered ruffles. Stiff lace trimmed each of the four tiers, creating a very full petticoat. Beneath that was a similar petticoat finished with fine concertina pleats edged in broderie and similar stiff lace. Clearly both petticoats were designed to be worn together.

Beneath these Sarah's loose legged bloomers ended above the knee in a deep flounced 'volante,' edged with several layers of broderie and eyelet lace trim. There were also wide pale blue satin ribbons tied in elaborate bows at each knee. Further up her bloomer legs were decorated in numerous overlapping flounces of eyelet lace. Her open crotch was loosely secured by several little bows in white ribbon down the front behind which a tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair peeped out.

Sarah's jet black fine cotton stockings contrasted dramatically with the rest of her underwear and were secured high up at each thigh with ribbons beneath her bloomers.

I stared spellbound. I was utterly captivated. My eyes wandered over every detail in sheer joyful adoration.

"I hope you two are sufficiently embarrassed and that we can now continue with our lessons," exclaimed Miss. Marie sternly from across the room. In my state of intense excitement I nodded my head insanely finding it difficult not to stare at Sarah's freshly-laundered under trappings. I was transfixed.

I turned towards Miss. Marie and she could tell by my eyes that perhaps I was not as embarrassed as much as she had hoped. Sarah started to lower her petticoats but Miss. Marie stopped her.

"David it appears you need to be embarrassed further, Place your face on Sarah's lap please." She said staring challengingly at all three of us.

"But Miss. Marie that would be very rude and vulgar," interjected Anna, trying to save her sister's reputation, appearing visibly distraught. Sarah had turned an even brighter shade of red and I thought she was about to burst into tears.

I wondered whether I should refuse to conform to our French tutor's immodest request but then realised that this may be my one and only opportunity to enjoy one of these two girls at close hand over the next seven weeks together.

"On Sarah's bloomers please, your face, downwards, quickly, David please." "David do it now please!" said our tutor getting more and more exasperated. I stared at Sarah and said that I was sorry and hated having to do it.

I knelt forward and, because my hands were behind my back, landed on Sarah's lap more forcibly than I would have liked, the weight of my head pushed her legs apart. Again I apologised.

"Sarah, you may cover David's head now, put your skirts down over him, all of them if you please." Clearly Miss Marie was in complete control of the situation and was evidently enjoying it.

I tried to ease my head back but it made things worse as Sarah's legs opened wider. I suddenly felt the weight of petticoats and skirts descend over the back of my head, neck and shoulders pushing me further down onto the inner petticoat beneath her legs. I was struggling for breath, my head held firmly between her thighs encased in the girl's frilly bloomers.

With my arms still behind my back I found it difficult to pull my head out so I pushed it forward gasping for air. I nuzzled up between her legs unable to move. Sarah flinched noticeably and moved her legs further apart attempting not to touch me with them. This had the effect of exposing her soft haired cunny, now clearly visible behind the ribbon bows. Her ties had become stretched and unravelled from her crotchless bloomers so her little private world was now on full show. Her bloomers had an odour of urine and were slightly stained but I adored the smell and enjoyed being so close to her secret places.

My penis had now almost doubled in size and was aware that Miss. Marie may have noticed it from her position at her desk in the window.

"Pull your skirt further down at the front Sarah, I want to see as little as possible of our disruptive young friend," she shouted in a mocking tone.

I felt Sarah smoothing down her skirts firmly over my head and shaking out the hems, covering me more fully.

"Can we can now proceed, Anna? Anna we will start with food, ...Je voudrais de la moutarde."

"Bien madame, Quel genre de moutarde? " The conversation went on without me, and above me, for at least fifteen minutes. I could hardly hear what the three of them were saying under Sarah's petticoats and skirt. My knees were sore from having to stay in one position on the thin carpet. I still had problems breathing as it was so very hot, and dark under her skirts between her legs.

Sarah squirmed and tried to close her legs instinctively but gave up. Her bloomers were moist, and I became aware of a strong odour, which was not urine, coming from the hairy entrance to her cunny, which was almost tickling my face.

I felt Sarah squirm; presumably still experiencing embarrassment at having a nineteen year old boy's head up her dress. I felt so sorry for her and wished I could help her retrieve her modesty. I felt her squirm again.

Clearly she was uncomfortable. She squirmed a third time. I noticed that instead of pulling away she was pressing forward. She slid imperceptibly forward so that her cunny lips were touching my nose. I pushed my tongue towards the entrance of cunny and held it there. I moved it slowly but firmly up and down her fleshy slit and felt her lips part as they became more and more lubricated. My tongue was held firmly out, nestling between her cunny lips.

I heard Miss. Marie's sonorous voice correcting Sarah's grammar. Sarah's reply resonated loudly into my ears via direct contact with her thighs which gripped me firmly. She squeezed my head playfully beneath her skirts. As the new conversation progressed I felt her hand pat my head gently through her skirts as if I were a puppy.

I took this to mean that she liked what I was doing to her. She coughed several times which I assumed was my secret cue to delve further. She slid forward an inch as I eased my tongue out as far as I could, listening to her French vowels through her thighs.

My penis had trebled in size making my trousers painfully uncomfortable. I felt a dribble of pre-cum forming.

Sarah reacted to my tonguings and nosings. I located her clitoris and licked at it continuously in little flicking movements I felt her respond to each flick over and over again. She was clearly in a state heightened sexual tension and anticipation, probably for the first time in her life too.

"Une reponse Sarah s'il vous plait, maintenant merci. Vite vite." I heard Miss. Marie repeatedly pleading to her in a muffled voice, penetrating the many layers of clothing while I was delightfully deeply trapped between this beautiful eighteen year-old girl's thighs, tonguing her secretly. "Une reponse, merci mademoiselle, qui?"

Female juices covered my nose and mouth and dribbled over her perineum and on to her inner petticoat. After further tonguings I felt her muscles tense as she gripped my head solidly with her inner thighs and slowly orgasmed, feigning a loud coughing fit to disguise her pleasures to the other ladies. I could hear her breathing quicken as wave after wave swept over her.

Miss. Marie, in some distress, rang a bell to summon one of the servants. As I removed my head rapidly from between Sarah's legs Charlotte appeared at the door curtsied to Miss Marie and asked her what madam wanted.

"A glass of water for Miss Sarah please Charlotte, and be quick about it,"

Without any facial expression Charlotte looked me up and down and turned and left. She probably wondered what I was doing apparently molesting one of the young mistresses.

I felt I ought to explain to her that it was my punishment for being a silly ass earlier on. I felt that Charlotte and I had a sort of an understanding and that perhaps she would repeat her face-sitting for me next time she was off.

I felt, however, more concerned for Sarah who looked very fragile and flushed and clearly required calming down. Anna helped Sarah to smooth down her petticoats and skirt which I had left exposed and her Victorian skirt training ensured both her feet and knees slid together returning her full modesty.

Sarah looked quizzically at me. as Charlotte reappeared with a large glass of water. She smiled at Charlotte. Charlotte gave me a neutral look but her eyes said everything.

Miss. Marie felt concerned that her 'embarassment methods' may have triggered Sarah's coughing fit, although I wondered whether she really knew what had happened under Sarah's petticoats. Anna clearly could not understand her sister's condition but was soon to find out.

Following Sarah's coughing fit and 'delicate condition' it was decided to abandon our lessons for the rest of Friday. Anna took Sarah up to their room, which was on the same long corridor as mine but nearer to their parents. I was left with Miss. Marie, who stood in a dark green day-dress which was pushed out by masses of cotton petticoats. Not one inch of provocative lace could be seen, worse luck.

She sat down on the sofa and stared up at me." Perhaps I have been a little harsh with you both; I may need to rethink my methods." She spoke in carefully measured tones.

"I was wondering what happened to the Italian boy, Carlo?" I interjected, in an off hand manner.

"Well it took a while, but he became surprisingly good at it," and she glared at me intensely knowing exactly what I was thinking. She spoke more openly as the two girls were now not in the school room.

"His mother. Mrs. Scanalli, wrote to me sometime later and said that she had problems with both her housemaids. Apparently they were forever cleaning Carlo's room particularly when he was having his afternoon siesta. In her long letter she also happened to mention that many more village girls had applied for 'maid-training' than usual, which Mrs. Scanalli often used to provide, but had to stop, because her own housemaids objected and refused to help. I believe Carlo is now at Milan University, reading medicine," she said and I was left in complete confusion.

Later that evening, over dinner, the girls' parents reminded us all that they were shortly going to their other smaller home in Ireland for three weeks, and that they were shutting down part of the house, including the West Room which was to be redecorated while they were away. They were taking their housekeeper, ladies maid and Charlotte. 'Cook' would remain in charge. Most of the other servants including the parlour maid had been given one week off to attend to family matters if they so wished.

The next week was taken up with further French tutoring in the school room. Miss. Marie became genuinely pleased with our progress and the Friday incident, of the previous week, was well and truly forgotten. I had formed a comfortable bond with the two eighteen-year old girls, having been in their company for almost two weeks and enjoying their vivacity and girlish, almost childish, behaviour and naïve sense of humour. I only needed to mention the word "Jelly, "and they giggled loudly, especially Sarah. Their bodies always moved in an exquisite manner beneath their crisp well- laundered wide skirted 'Alice' dresses, and many was the time I felt aroused.

On one occasion, feeling devilish, I asked Miss Marie what the French for 'wank' was, as it was not listed in the French dictionary. "Miss Marie said she had never heard of such a word," and asked Anna and Sarah whether they knew the word 'wank'? They both said that they had never heard of it and did not know what it meant, although I noticed that Anna appeared a little flushed.

"What does it mean David? Is it a noun, verb or what?" insisted Miss. Marie. I explained that it meant 'to give oneself immense pleasure' as in the verb 'to wank' in other words 'I wank, you wank, he wanks, we wank, you, (plural) wank, they wank, and so on.

"And I assume the other tenses' declinations are regular too?" she asked.

"Of course," I said, trying not to laugh." Here is an example. If I had just enjoyed an Opera, say 'Figaro' I would say to fellow opera goers afterwards that I had 'given myself immense pleasure' by attending the performance. I could simply say in a loud voice to them all "I HAVE WANKED" or perhaps more subtly "I HAVE JUST WANKED IN THE AUDITORIUM," I beamed, thinking I was getting my own back on what Miss. Marie had done to Sarah and I. "Thank you David, I will remember those phrases and next time I am at the Ladies Choral Society I will know what to say," she said, writing something down in pencil.

Anna looked at me and mouthed silently "you are a terrible man Mr. Shaw, "I grinned back wondering how on earth she knew the slang word for male masturbation?

On Saturday the preparations were complete for the departure of my hosts.

I stood in the stone portico with Anna and Sarah. Two carriages stood on the gravel drive. One was full of luggage but had space for the housekeeper and Charlotte. The other carriage was for the master, mistress and ladies maid. Tearfully their mother kissed both her daughters and told them to look after each other while they were away.

They set off at a walk to catch the steam ferry at Liverpool for Belfast. When they had left, a small group of servants with bags and cases followed them out of the drive, waved off by 'Cook'. Miss. Marie had booked a 'fly' to take her to her Ladies Choral Society meeting at Buxton. Anna, Sarah and I returned to the house with 'Cook' and ate some lunch in the large kitchen.

My eyes kept wandering over 'cook's' large backside remembering what Charlotte had said about the cook being 'better at facesitting' than she. My imagination, unfortunately, led me to the cook's bedroom where she was wearing just a chemise and open-crotched drawers. I was on on my back under her. Her massive ankles gripped me by my cheeks as two large air-balloons crash-landed on my face.

"Mr.Shaw, Miss Anna and Miss Sarah, I have to go to the village this afternoon to check up on a food delivery, order coal and do various other errands. I won't be back until later this evening so I am afraid you will be completely on your own in the house until I return. I have left some bread, cold meats, cooked sausage and pickles in the dairy larder, under some basins, so that you may serve yourselves later. By the way Tom, the gardener's lad, reckons we are in for a big storm this afternoon." It was cook's habit to deliver a speech then walk off, which she did, collecting her outdoor-boots, coat and bonnet for her four mile journey to Hethrington. We noticed as she left that the sky was becoming heavily overcast towards the west.

Anna and Sarah said they were going to their room to read books for the rest of the afternoon. They wore similar dark brown striped 'Alice-in-Wonderland' style dresses, which were full skirted and calf length at the hem. Over these they wore protective pinafore aprons tied at the back in large bows. They also wore black stockings and light indoor shoes, delicately embroidered with grey leaves.

I could not see their petticoats but imagined lifting them up slowly and running my fingers along the backs of their thighs, above their stockings and into their bloomers.

I decided to take a walk next to the lake before the storm brewed up. After half an hour or so the wind got up and leaves, which had escaped from the wood, were chasing each other across the lawns.

Several birds appeared to struggle in flight and whirled at speed over the water. I wondered if I should turn back or try and shelter in the folly near the bridge. I decided on the former and beat a hasty retreat towards the house, my hair and long coat flying wildly. Ten minutes of furious running in the cold gloom found me back in the vestibule, my boots off, as the first drops of rain hammered at the portico. The sky was almost black and clearly there was going to be a massive thunderstorm.

A violent flash followed shortly by a distant deep rumble announced its beginning. I went up to my room and removed my outdoor clothes. My underpants were my baggy ones which I wore in India when I stayed with my uncle. I decided to keep these on and not bother to get dressed until the storm was over. The house was in darkness except for lightning flashes in the distance and I lay on my bed staring at the patterns of rain running down the window panes.

Another flash was followed shortly by thunder, then another, and another. The storm was getting closer. I heard a slight whimper and a little scream, then another squeal from somewhere in the house and then I remembered that the girls' bedroom was just along the corridor.

A series of intense flashes followed immediately by a huge thunderclap shook the house and several windows rattled. Loud screaming was heard.

Instinctively I dashed to the girl's room wondering whether they were buried under rubble. I opened the door and found the room was intact but dark. I saw two shapes in the gloom lying on a big double bed. They were facing each other, fully clothed, on their sides, knees drawn up to their chests They clung to each other shaking. looking petrified. I asked them if they were alright and they pleaded with me to lie between them on the bed. I sat at the foot of the bed and quickly shifted myself up so I was flat on my back between them.

I put both put my arms round their shoulders and waists and they pushed their heads into my neck, their hair over my face and chest. I could feel them tremble and their breathing was uneven. I thought Anna was crying.

Suddenly a massive thunderclap detonated above us, shaking the structure of the roof.

Sarah screamed in my ear and hugged me desperately, throwing her leg over mine, gripping it tightly between hers, her skirts, bloomers and petticoats in disarray. I pulled her closer, feeling her hot breath in my ear. Anna was crying. Another flash of lightning caused Anna to quickly slide nearer and she also lifted her leg over mine and gripped it tightly. I pulled her closely in to me, my hand lost amongst her petticoats, tasting her blonde hair in my mouth.

The girls' legs were firmly clamped around my thighs so I could barely move. Their knees met each other where my penis was struggling to stiffen inside my baggy pants. I moved my legs further apart in an effort to provide more space for my Sir Percy but they slumped themselves back over me, Anna's knee was resting heavily on my genitals.

Another thunderclap, this time further away, set the two girls off into another session of frenzied squeezing and gripping and my body seemed to be their main focus. Their muscles could not have been tighter. My lower limbs felt exposed and cold and I told them so. Anna spread her dress and petticoats over my legs and Sarah let go of me for for a couple of seconds and did the same.

I lay there in the semi-darkness, my arms 'symbolically protecting' these two beautiful, blonde haired, eighteen year old girls, their faces nuzzling my neck and their hair across my face and naked chest. My hands were amongst their underwear. My legs were apart, like a Leonardo da Vinci drawing, and their knees were in contact with my penis. I could imagine the scene committed to canvas by some Pre-Raphaelite painter entitled "During the Thunderstorm."

As the storm subsided I felt their bodies become less tense as they unravelled themselves from my torso. I kissed them on their hair as I could not see their faces. Anna emerged from under her blonde tresses and smiled apologetically for being a silly girl, given they were both 'sensible young ladies of good breeding' and should know better. I smiled back and said that she shouldn't worry.

"People clearly are frightened of different things." I said that I was most frightened of 'lemon jelly' which made her, then her sister both laugh. I took advantage of the relaxed atmosphere and kissed Anna firmly on the lips.

She lay there not knowing what to do with Sarah looking on. I kissed her again more gently, wondering if I was doing the right thing, I weighed everything up and thought that there must be a first time for everything and this was it for both of them. My mind went into a spin as I thought what we were going to do next.

I pushed their knees off my legs and extracted myself. I sat up and looked around. They were certainly dishevelled and they both looked up at me with their gorgeous big flashing eyes. Anna got off the bed and brushed her hair back behind her Alice band. She shook out her dress and petticoats and took off her shoes. Under the bed she pulled out a chamber pot, pulled up her clothes and had a piddle. This was quite loud and long and I felt somewhat embarrassed but my penis didn't.

She didn't bother to wipe herself although she did try and find a handkerchief. She got back on the bed next to me and I lay down again. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her hair back and secured it with a large brown ribbon.

She stood up and also rearranged her dress and petticoats as well as pulling up her stockings. Removing her shoes she also relieved herself in her chamber pot, which sounded very intense and ended with a loud resonating fart, "Not more thunder I hope" I said, as Sarah turned red and Anna and I both laughed.

Sarah resumed her former position next to me on the bed. I resumed kissing Anna and she kissed me back, this time more intensely. "Sarah's turn next," I mumbled between kisses. I turned my head to Sarah and we kissed gently and then kissed firmly and then kissed again until I said "Anna's turn next."

Then there was more and more kissing, and more kisses as I turned my head to Sarah for more kissing. This went on for many minutes as I felt around in my baggy pants for my penis which appeared to be five times its normal size. I decided to wank into my pants as I had not time to explain to the girls where I would like them to place their hands to maximise my pleasure. We had the rest of the afternoon for that and other things anyway, I thought.

I began wanking with both hands as I kissed each of their beautiful lips in turn, my breathing becoming more laboured and fervent; the mattress began to shake as I increased the intensity of my masturbation. The girls knew something was going to happen as my face shook and I clenched my teeth on the edge of pleasure. I shut my eyes, felt seminal fluid rise up my penis then a millisecond later explode in seven vigorous thrusts which rocked the bed and filled my baggy pants with warm fresh semen.

The girls smiled at me clearly understanding what I had just done. I whispered to them both that they would soon be experiencing something very similar.

Following our mutual comforting session on the bed during, and after, the thunderstorm, Sarah and Anna agreed that they would like me to keep them company for the rest of the afternoon.

I felt very sticky as my baggy pants were full of thick creamy cum so I limped back to my room, holding my crotch, and changed into another pair. I did not bother dressing fully as I wanted to keep some fresh clothes for the following morning.

I wandered back to the girl's room, wearing just my pants, and they were still lying on top of the bed although they had changed positions. They had left a gap for me between them.

My penis twitched as I noticed that their white well-laundered cotton petticoat hems were visible under their very full brown striped 'Alice in Wonderland' style dresses. I wondered why their parents insisted that they wore this fashion as it seemed so outdated and rather too young for the eighteen-year old twins. I asked them why they wore such clothes?

Sarah replied that they found them functional, comfortable and warm, as the house could be very cold. They kept their tailored longer 'bustle' dresses for visiting friends, and for town but preferred to wear their 'Alice' dresses in the house, as they did not require tight corseting. I told them that they both looked delightful and cheeky and lay back on the bed as they both tickled me and smothered my face and neck with more kisses.

"David," Anna said in a quizzical tone "Sarah said that when you were under her dress on that Friday morning you did things to her which made her feel very nice and tingly, although it was very rude and unbecoming for young ladies."

"Yes, I do remember," I said encouragingly, smiling at her pert breasts.

"Well I think it's very unfair that Sarah's been made tingly between her legs and I haven't." she pouted and put her forefinger in her mouth, frowned and looked cross. She smiled at me very wickedly, flashing her dark eyes.

Clearly Anna was 'play acting' and I joined in by replying "Does Anna want David to make her tingly between her legs then too?"

"Yes she does."

"Yes she does, and so does Sarah too," said Sarah as we all smiled and laughed.

I told Anna that she needed to slide herself further up the bed on her back so her head was almost touching the wooden bed head. She moved up and arranged her long blonde hair across the pillows.

I told her to spread her lovely legs as far as she could and bend her knees.

As she did so she revealed her lacy bloomers which were similar in appearance to Sarah's. They were white with pink ribbons, flared flounces, eyelet, broderie and lacy 'volantes.' She lifted both her frilly white lacy petticoats up to her chin and smoothed them evenly around her so that her underwear formed almost a complete circle of over lapping layers of lacy flounces with her bloomer ribbons securing her crotchless-opening forming the centrepiece.

Sarah said Anna looked silly, and very rude and vulgar and 'totally unlady like'. I said that I thought she looked like a 'giant jelly', and of course this led to giggling, tickling and playful kicking from Sarah.

I concentrated on making sure Anna was comfortable. I put a cushion under her petticoats and skirt which lifted her crotch area into a more pleasing position for me. I lay on my stomach so that my head was between Anna's bloomer legs and I stared at the little pink ribbons which held her bloomer opening together. I undid these slowly, savouring every moment. Anna peeped down at me behind the lacy hems of her petticoats, her big beautiful eyes smiling at me in anticipation and eagerness.

"Ouch, oomph," I yelled in pain, as Sarah threw herself onto my back, holding my shoulders, her hair hanging down on each side of my neck, tickling. I tried to shift her off me but she was too strong and she said she wanted to watch.

Her head slid up to mine and hair appeared over my right shoulder. She blew in my ear and said "I want to watch," in very deep sensuous deep tones, then licked my neck. "Will you please behave Sarah, or else 'Sarah' may go without," I said.

She spread her legs over mine so I couldn't throw her off but it was going to be difficult to pleasure Anna with her eighteen-year old sister on my back. I felt the smoothness of Sarah's dress and scratchiness of her petticoats on the back of my bare legs and my penis became so hard that I thought I would bore a hole through the bed.

I pulled Anna's bloomer bows apart, one by one, to reveal her hairy mound; she was already moist as I nosed into it, inhaling the delicious natural fragrance in front of me. Her pubic hair was coarser than Sarah's and slightly darker.

Sarah whispered deeply "Let's get going,"

Clearly she wanted me to pleasure her sister quickly so that it would be her turn again. I told her she was an 'impatient young lady' and should have 'better manners'. Sarah just growled in my ear, and bit it softly as she stared at her sisters exposed cunny.

With my tongue, I began licking Anna's outer cunny lips and she flinched a few times until she became used to my touch. She relaxed and spread her legs further, her black stocking tops came into view as her crotchless bloomers opened further.

We must have made a very vulgar sort of a sight. Here was Anna, her upper half hidden behind a circle of white petticoats, lying at the top of the bed, her legs apart. Here was me in the middle with my head between her legs licking away at her cunny and on top of me, in her brown dress and petticoats, was Sarah, clinging to my naked shoulders, her legs, dress and petticoats straddling and spread over my naked legs.

Anna was clearly enjoying my attentions as she moved her pelvis in time to my licking. She was staring up at the ceiling, her lips parted and tongue lolling out.

"Slurp, slurp, slurp, that's a very rude noise Mr, Shaw, anyone would think you had no manners in front of ladies," said Sarah breathing hotly into my right ear. "I may have to smack your bottom later on for such insolence," she continued in a very silly girlish way.

My erection had extended further than I had ever known it to but it was getting very painful squashed under my stomach, especially with Sarah's additional weight on top of me.

Anna was clearly enjoying my attentions; her legs seemed to open even further as her beautifully engorged inner lips, glistening with warm vaginal juices, became more prominent.

I concentrated on her clitoral hood and coaxed her clitoris into its most sensitive state. Sarah became silent as she saw the full extent of Anna's vagina, which was now fully open and moist. It looked like some wonderful large exotic fruit.

I thought that neither of them had probably seen each other or even themselves, in this aroused state, even with the use of mirrors.

I concentrated on her clitoris and inner lips, lightly nibbling and sucking here and there. I licked her firmly on each of the labia and this caused Anna to mew slightly like a kitten; she looked extremely pleased and ruffled my hair playfully.

I quickened the speed and pressure of my licking and Anna held onto the headboard firmly behind her. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris and felt her flinch. Clearly she was highly sensitised and I was aware that it would not take her long to climax.

Sarah clung on to me fascinated at what I was doing to her sister, the bed started to rock as Anna lifted her buttocks in rhythm to my tonguings. We continued this pace for several minutes until I felt her muscles tighten, then she closed her legs and gripped my head firmly, there was a slight pause, her muscles twitched involuntarily and she let out a huge "YES, yes, yes yes...yes......yes" as she orgasmed violently.

My head was trapped in a moving frenzy of frilly bloomers, black stockings, thighs, cunny lips and lacy petticoats as she thrashed around vigorously from side to side. Eventually her spasms subsided but I felt little twitchings from her thighs as her breathing gradually became normal.

She still gripped my head firmly and I had to prize her legs apart so I could breathe properly. Sweat poured off my face. Sarah collapsed on top of me.

Anna pulled her knees up to her chest and rocked from side to side moaning softly and slowly; the underside of her inner petticoat was damp with my saliva and her vaginal juices. I surveyed this sensuous scene as I pushed Sarah off my back which was aching quite noticeably.

Anna rolled off the bed, pulled out a chamber pot and urinated loudly.

I lay on my back, a visible damp patch of precum on my baggy pants which caught Sarah's attention as she stood staring towards my genitals shaking out her 'Alice' dress and frilly white petticoats, attempting to make herself appear less dishevelled.

As I lay there, on my back, Sarah suddenly leapt on me, straddling my waist, and began kissing me fervently.

"You are a very rude man David taking liberties with us 'well brought up, refined innocent young ladies', shame on you." She said between kisses and stuck her tongue out at me.

I caught her tongue with my tongue and pulled her closer pushing my tongue into her hot mouth. We kissed in the 'French' style, and Sarah instinctively knew how to respond probing my mouth as I lay there impassively with my tongue out and her wavy blonde hair over my face and neck.

We flicked tongues together. I sucked hers into my mouth and she gripped mine between her full lips. Are tongues intertwined in my mouth and then in hers. Sarah's inhibitions seemed to have evaporated completely as she became more passionate with every kiss.

I slid my hands over her skirts and petticoats and gripped her buttocks through her clothing. I lifted each layer slowly, one by one and draped them over the back of her head creating a skirt-bonnet covered in frilly white petticoats.

She purred at me, smiling in an almost predatory way.

"Oh Sir," she said, as we continued kissing," What a very rude young gentleman you are, and I hope you are not going to put your filthy hands inside my bloomers and touch my bottom." She exclaimed, nudging me with her shapely knee.

"Nothing would be further from my thoughts, my dear young lady," I said, as my fingers caressing her buttock cheeks over her bloomers. "That would be very unbecoming particularly with Anna watching."

She nudged me again smiling down at me with mock innocent eyes, lashes fluttering, with her hair in my face.

I looked towards Anna who was sitting on a small bedroom chair to one side of the room with her legs apart and her dress and petticoats pulled up to her waist. Her hand was inside her bloomers as she slowly massaged her crotch area. She was very quiet and her hair needed combing.

My hands found their way down Sarah's bloomers waistband, into her loose underwear and between her buttocks. I could not quite reach her anus as the weight of her body on top of me, and her continuous kisses stopped me from exploring further.

"David are you going to make me tingly now?" she nudged me with her stockinged knee.

"If I may be allowed to perform this service for madame I shall require her on all fours."

With that I reached up and dragged a pillow towards the centre of the bed as Sarah got off me and stood next to Anna who was almost asleep as she had become so relaxed after her orgasm earlier.

Sarah shook down her frilly white petticoats and wide brown striped dress and retied her starched white pinafore apron bow behind her back. She looked delightfully girlish, in her very full calf-length dress gathered at the waist.

She carefully combed her blonde hair at the mirror and tied it back with a dark brown 'Alice' band and did a twirl.

I shouted "Bravo, bravo." As she curtsied at me revealing her white petticoats.

"Step on the bed young miss, and straddle my face, facing my feet, if you will please."

She stepped onto the bed and I raised my hand to support her as she wobbled a bit on the well sprung mattress and lifted her stockinged feet over my head. She stood above me, slightly concerned that she might fall over.

I told Sarah to kneel on all fours over me, facing my feet and that I would attend to rearranging her clothing. I pulled her backwards towards me so that her knees were to each side of my head and her untied bloomer opening was above me.

After some minor repositioning I spread her skirts and underwear over my head so I was fully enclosed in a dark 'frilly white petticoat and lacy bloomer world 'under her dress and between her legs.

This enclosed petticoat space was overflowing with the smell of 'warm moist vagina'.

Sarah parted her legs as I pulled her down firmly over me so that her hairy vagina opening rested on my mouth. My nose was trapped by soft firm buttocks to either side of her anus. It smelt slightly fetid but it was a natural, almost vegetable, odour and wasn't unpleasant. I licked the entrance to her anus and felt her flinch slightly.

I heard a muffled "That is very rude Mr. Shaw." through the various layers of crisp cotton petticoats surrounding me. My beautiful young eighteen year old continued with her silly girlish banter. She nudged me with her buttocks as if to tell me to get started.

I began sliding my tongue up and down her outer lips as she straddled over me in anticipation. I was aware that Sarah's head was close to my groin so I reached down and slid my pants to knee level exposing my ramrod stiff penis for the girl's close inspection and approval. I could feel her smooth hair and hot breath on my thighs and testicles as I gripped my penis and began to wank slowly in front of her. I slid my foreskin over my exposed glans and could feel her bottom squirm above me either with revulsion or excitement.

"Oh Mr. Shaw what a rude young gentleman you are..." she began in an embarrassed way seeing an erect penis, at close quarters, probably for the first time in her life.

"Oh shut up Sarah," I said, having had enough of her silly girlish prattle "Put a sock in it please, miss."

"Oh is David cross with his refined and genteel young lady?"

"Sarah!"

"Sorry Mr. Shaw."

I began wanking at the same pace as my tongue moved between Sarah's cunny lips. I speeded up at times then slowed things down so I could concentrate my nosings and tongings on her clitoral hood and exposed clitoris. Her inner lips glistened with juices which oozed over my face and into my nostrils.

The smell of vagina was everywhere and my senses were in a whirl. We continued this way for many, many minutes until I became gradually aware that there was more urgency in her movements. Sarah began firmly grinding her moist crotch rhythmically into my face. She slid her clitoris in abandonment over my nose.

She was clearly close to her orgasm which appeared to be an entirely different plane from the one she 'enjoyed' in the schoolroom.

My wanking was now furious. I wrapped some of Sarah's hair around my penis head to stimulate it further. I felt her tongue running over my fingers and I became aware of two more cold hands cupping my testicles. These must be Anna's.

She tickled my scrotum with her long finger nails then scratched my open thighs. I felt her lick my thighs and then lick my scrotum.She manipulating my heavy sweaty testicles squeezing and kneading them like fresh dumplings.

Sarah above me had increased her tempo and the mattress and bed were both yielding to our combined weight and shaking. I felt Sarah's pelvic muscles tighten as she quickened her pace and then gripped my head and shuddered, screamed and screamed again. She orgasmed in little shivers, her thigh muscles twitching involuntarily. She let out a huge "Aaaaeeeaagh," as she collapsed over me.

An instant later I felt seminal fluid rising from deep inside my testicles and, like a huge fountain, I released it .

Goodness knows where it went to as I lay back panting and breathing irregularly my heart beating ferociously.

I pushed up Sarah's skirt and petticoat to help be breath. It had been very hot and smelly under her skirt and I was thankful to be breathing fresh air again.

Eventually I sat up and Sarah rolled off me. She smiled at me in her gorgeous and wicked way and I realised that her face was covered in several large globs of stringy semen which were dripping slowly over her lips and cheeks and gathering at her chin.

I could not believe that I, a 'mere' nineteen year old boy, could have expelled so much semen.

Another storm seemed to be brewing. Evidently two weather fronts were crossing the county in close procession. Sarah washed off my emissions using tepid water from her washstand bowl and a face flannel. Outside it was becoming gloomy again although it was only 6 o'clock in the afternoon. Anna assisted her sister in sponging off my semen from her hair, face and dress and I observed the scene with relish, in a self-satisfied and somewhat smug manner.

I thought about my long, restricted boarding school days and the many times I had masturbated at night, alone in my study bedroom. I imagined women, many women, any women, and all women. My thoughts used to dwell on the headmaster's daughter, Rowena.

She was of a thin fragile creature with mouse coloured tousled hair. For a small woman, turned twenty, she had disproportionate high opinions and imagined herself to enjoy the same power and privileges as her father, Dr. Octavius Armstrong M.A. (Cantab).

Many were the times she admonished boys for running in school or talking loudly. Her curt screech could be heard echoing along the corridors or across the quadrangle.

"Mr. Shaw, a little less haste please." were often her words addressed to me to slow down my progress along the passageways.

Many times in my dreams I would be riding Miss Rowena Armstrong, pushing myself onwards towards violent orgasm. She would be writhing pleasingly beneath me in her petticoats, screaming into my ears "Mr. Shaw a little less haste please. Please Mr.Shaw a little less haste, Please Mr. Shaw" as I forcefully emptied myself into the thick bedsheets.

From the girls' bedroom window the rain appeared as a solid veil attacking the valley. In the distance thunder rumbled and lightning flashes illuminated hillsides, woodlands and the Old Priory. I was aware that Sarah and Anna were becoming noticeably ill at ease. The thunderclouds again had darkened the sky so it was almost pitch black. A massive thunderclap reverberated throughout the house and was succeeded by more lightning.

Continuous high winds murmured across the house like banshees, creating ghostly moans from unexpected corners. The girls ordered each other not to be silly and stared around them hysterically. It reminded me of a Horace Walpole novel.

I returned to my room and from the staircase below heard an insistent but faint thudding. Downstairs I followed the sound from the hallway into the vestibule where it became a loud metallic knock against the heavy outer oak doors. I pulled the huge doors open and there before me was a windswept, wild-eyed Benjamin, the gardener's son. His coat, mackintosh cape and cap were drenched.

"Thank goodness you heard me sir," he yelled,"Bridge Lane is flooded and part of the bridge has been washed away. My father's had word from Cook and she says it's impossible for her and Miss. Marie to get back here tonight. He says that they'll both be staying at the village inn until tomorrow." He shouted above the storm.

I invited him in to dry himself, and offered Benjamin some of my clothes because we were of similar stature, but he insisted on returning to the gardener's cottage on Hall Lane. Off he went, weaving, striding and jumping over puddles in his large boots.

Slamming the doors shut and bolting them, the old house became quiet except for the spectral groaning from roof timbers and fireplaces. Having lit an oil lamp I collected food from the larder, including an opened bottle of wine. I took these up to the girls' room where I found the two beautiful eighteen year olds again clinging to each other on the bed. I set up the oil lamp on a table and lit several candles. The room began to look cheery and welcoming. Much against their pleadings I returned to the kitchen and collected various other items including glass tumblers, plates, apples, water, matches and additional candles.

On my return the girls were sitting on their large double bed, no longer frightened but obviously still very troubled.

"Cheer up you two; anyone would think you had just experienced another thunderstorm," said I, in a light-hearted off-hand way as thunder rumbled, this time having retreated from the immediate area and heading further east.

I poured Anna, Sarah and I a glass of red wine while we tucked into the food. We made a friendly looking tableau. There was me sitting on the carpet leaning against the foot of the bed, wearing a pair of baggy Indian, Bengal-striped cotton underpants. Sarah sat on the bedroom chair with her cold meats and bread.

Anna sat near the fire which I had previously lit, warming herself drinking wine and eating sausages, cheese and an apple. I felt pleasantly relaxed. The storm appeared to pass and I explained the problem with the bridge and mentioned Cook and Miss. Marie not being able to return until the morning. The girls looked distraught.

They made me swear that I would not leave them alone, on their own, and that I would remain in their room with them the whole night.

I willingly agreed as I intimated to them that I felt duty bound to 'protect them and their reputation' from any wretch who dared to forcibly enter the house and threaten them physically or to plunder their virginity. There was a look of trust and confidence as I vowed to be their protector.

I smiled inwardly as I thought about what we could do to each other until dawn. I was very much aware that whatever happened between us I could not permit myself to 'deflower' these healthy young sisters, as I would be ostracised by polite society, disinherited by my parents and hunted down.

I carried the girl's full chamber pots to the chambermaids store cupboard and collected two clean ones, and some flannel face cloths.

Once back in their bedroom Anna locked the door and the three of us prepared for a long night.

I sat on the carpet leaning back against the foot of the bed, my second glass of wine in hand. Anna sat next to me, our bodies and knees touching. Sarah sat on the bedroom chair brushing her hair. Her knees were apart and her skirt and petticoat layers draped in a big arc between her legs. She looked delicious.

From a bookcase Anna produced a large old book containing illustrations of ancient Greek statues. She told me that she and Sarah used to spend hours studying these and trying to copy the poses when they were younger.

One of them would pose and the other would make little adjustments so as to accurately portray the original as far as possible. Many of the statues in the book were drawn from sculpture on the Acropolis in Athens. The Parthenon frieze was illustrated in minute detail, so too was The Porch of the Caryatids on the Erechtheum.

"Sarah used to do a very good impersonation of a Caryatid," said Anna laughing.

"But none of them seem to have any arms," said I.

"That's what made it so easy," she said staring at her sister who promptly pushed her tongue out.

Both girls appeared very relaxed now that the second storm had passed and that they were with me. It must have been a novelty for them to have someone spend the night in their room.

Their white petticoat hems were delightfully on display beneath their skirts and kept catching my attaention.

The book lay open across both our laps. I helped her turn the pages with their tissue paper interleaves. I could tell that they both knew every illustration in detail. The book lay across my erection and at each turn of the page her hand would brush lightly against my leg. Anna's hair touched my bare shoulders and chest as she pointed details out to me. Her hair smelt of lavender

"This is Artemis, the huntress, Isn't she beautiful. Sarah show David your huntress pose." She told her sister.

Sarah promptly stood up and smiled self consciously; her brown striped 'Alice-in- Wonderland' dress fell back into place hiding her petticoats.

She placed her feet at right angles to each other, wide apart. She stood sideways staring into some mythological distance and pretended to hold a hunting bow. She drew back the bow until her imaginary arrow was ready for release. She held her head back proudly thrusting her chin up in triumph. The pose was very good. Anna told her to lower her right arm by a few inches and twist her neck slightly. She held the pose firmly trying not to giggle.

Her eyes turned towards me and flashed a smile.

"I may have to inspect Sarah's pose in more detail," I said to Anna so I slid the book onto her lap and replaced my wine on the table.

My erection was partly lost in my baggy cotton underpants but I was aware that both eighteen year olds had seen it as I crawled slowly up to Sarah.

Looking up at her she stood stiffly but very slightly shaking. At any minute she was going to burst out laughing. She kept looking down at me and at her sister who was smiling widely. She held her pose pretending to appear serious.

"Well as 'Chief Curator of Sculpture' at the 'Jelly Gallery of Greek Poses' I am required to inspect 'Artemis' in great detail starting with her feet." I chuntered on in a mock professorial voice.

I stretched myself flat on my stomach and stared closely at Sarah's feet. They were pretty feet encased in jet black cotton stockings. I poked one of them with a finger and she kicked me playfully in the face.

"Why is the statue moving?" I complained staring at her ankles a couple of inches from my nose.

"Because the statue is ticklish," retorted Anna behind me.

"But statues are never ticklish," I replied again touching Sarah's foot. I heard stifled laughter above me and was rewarded by being prodded by her foot in my face a second time.

I crawled further so that my head was between her feet and under her skirt and petticoats. I stared closely at her toes which were within licking distance. Her petticoat hems tickled the back of my head and neck as her body shivered with expectation.

Clearly she did not know what I was going to do next. Anna behind me giggled.

I twisted myself so I was lying on my back staring up Artemis' dress and petticoat.

The mere thought of being under Sarah's skirt made me feel stiff but to actually be there made me doubly excited. I stared up in wonderment. Her bloomer legs were apart and her little ribbons which fastened up her crotchless opening hung down. I savoured the view.

I slid my head so it nuzzled against her black stocking foot. She struggled to retain her composure as I grabbed her ankle. She kicked out like a cat while Anna hooted with laughter.

I stopped and she replaced her foot this time on my face. I had become part of the statue. She pushed down on my face and eased off clearly not wanting to hurt me.

I felt her toes contract as she smoothed her sole over my nose and lips. I breathed in the attractive odours from her foot. I spread my arms as wide apart as possible and enjoyed the secret satisfaction of being trodden on by this beautiful, healthy eighteen year old girl.

Anna was clearly getting bored with her sisters antics and stood up next to her and gave her a large hug congratulating her on her pose.

I had the feeling that Anna had realised that I enjoyed being trodden on beneath petticoats and skirts and that she was going to 'tap into' some of the action, as it were.

They both looked down at me beneath them as I lay flat on my back, arms and legs stretched out almost purring like a large cat. Anna placed her foot on my face supported by Sarah. She rubbed it gently in little circles while I smiled up at them with my tongue out trying to lick between her toes.

Petticoat lace swished above me as I moved my hands gingerly down to my raging erection. Sarah's feet joined Anna's as she caressed my neck and chest. My nipples tingled as she gentle massaged my pectoral area.

Anna stood directly above my head and slid her stockinged feet over and over my face paying particular attention to my nose and mouth. She pushed her supporting foot against my neck as my eyes wandered up her legs and petticoats and rested on her pubic hair which from time to time swayed into view.

Sarah saw that my hands were once again inside my baggy Indian-cotton Bengal-striped underpants. She was beginning to understand my constant need to masturbate in their presence. I was aware of her curiosity so pushed her foot off my chest and onto my stomach.

Anna watched her sister, intrigued as she moved her foot over my chest, rubbing it constantly backwards and forwards.

I guided Sarah's foot to the waistband of my baggy pants and untied the cord drawstring which held them up. As I let go of her foot she instinctively knew what to do.

Her petticoats swayed above me as I felt her slide her foot towards my groin where my erect penis was waiting for her. Her slender foot disappeared into my pants and began massaging my penis head.

Anna removed her foot from my chest and joined Sarah. They put their arms round each others shoulders for support and their lovely faces appeared above me lit by the flickering firelight and lamplight.

Anna slid my pants down using her toes which appeared to be almost prehensile in their precision. My erection came into full view as they massaged it between both their feet.

Over and over and over again they massaged it, prodded it, and rubbed it. The two twins squeezed me hard rubbing and trapping my throbbing erection between both their feet, taking turns to tease it and stimulate it forcefully. My mind was in turmoil trying to hold back my inevitable orgasm but they persisted mercilessly urging me to let go.

No words were spoken as I witnessed and engaged in a physical dialogue between two dainty girlish feet and one erect penis.

I looked on in wonderment and failed to comprehend how I could withstand so much stimulation without ejaculation.

I could see and hear Sarah's and Anna's bodies moved inside their crisp well laundered 'Alice-in-Wonderland' dresses above me. Beneath their skirts masses of petticoat lace peeped out rhythmically froufrouing as they moved their stocking feet over the tenderest and most sensitive part of my body over and over and over again. They glanced down at me smiling dreamily and cheekily. It had gone on too long.

I felt seminal fluid welling up inside me like a Tsunami and held back for as long as possible before seven violent thrusts of semen exploded from me in thick slimy strands. This covered most of my stomach and a pair of black stocking feet.

I lay back gasping for breath as they continued rubbing my warm sticky semen over my smooth belly with their small feet.

I concluded that it was clearly time to get undressed for bed.



I could see and hear Sarah's and Anna's bodies moved inside their crisp well laundered 'Alice-in-Wonderland' dresses above me. Beneath their skirts masses of petticoat lace peeped out rhythmically froufrouing as they moved their stocking feet over the tenderest and most sensitive part of my body over and over and over again. They glanced down at me smiling dreamily and cheekily. It had gone on too long.

I felt seminal fluid welling up inside me like a Tsunami and held back for as long as possible before seven violent thrusts of semen exploded from me in thick slimy strands. This covered most of my stomach and a pair of black stocking feet.

It was clearly time to get undressed for bed.

The room appeared very familiar by now and I revelled in the realisation that I was obliged, by the two young ladies, to stay with them as their protector and defender for the whole long dark night. They clearly were not going to let me out of their sight, and above all I had been told that I would not be sleeping in my own room. I was desperate for a pee and retrieved the chamber pot from under the bed. The girls were now sitting on the fine cotton eiderdown and stared at me wondering how men urinated. I knelt over the receptacle, looked at them, and pushed down my Bengal-striped baggy underpants.

"What a rude and shameful young gentleman you are Mr.Shaw," said Anna, "Urinating in front of young ladies indeed; have you no respect or dignity?" she continued clearly play acting at being shocked and repulsed by my pose.

"You can hold it if you'd like to," I retorted, anxious to get them used to fondling my now stirring penis.

"Why Mr. Shaw why should a young lady of high breeding wish to touch such a disgusting thing?" she said trying not to laugh.

"Oh come on Anna," said Sarah, "let's touch it and see what it feels like," she continued, smirking and slightly red faced with embarrassment.

I remembered that Anna had cupped my testicles earlier when my head was under Sarah's skirt but I knew Sarah had never felt my private parts so that I was secretly pleased that she was interested in doing so.

I knelt bolt upright with my hands by my sides and watched eagerly as Sarah knelt next to me and with her right hand held my penis around the centre of the shaft. As soon as I felt her cool thin fingers lightly grip my far from flaccid penis it appeared to jerk upwards and stiffen noticeably. It was going to be quite a difficult operation to aim the flow into the chamber pot.

"Oh my goodness gracious me," Sarah exclaimed with mock horror, "It's got a mind of its own."

I told her that I had little control over it and any lewd activity involving the opposite sex would stiffen it up in no time.

"Then how shall you pee Mr. Shaw?" she said and I replied that it was going to be difficult.

She tried to push it down but it just leapt out of her hand like something on a spring. I wanted to help but I was enjoying her attentions too much. I watched her face as she opened her mouth a little way and screwed up her eyes with concentration. Her little tongue emerged slightly and for some strange reason I found this to be ever so exciting. I was overtaken by lechery and lust and my penis grew in strength and slipped upwards again. She was clearly annoyed with it and spoke very curtly.

"You are a very very naughty penis, and I shall be very cross if you don't behave," she said frowning at it and then frowning at me.

Anna watched spellbound as her twin sister tried to direct my somewhat massive appendage into a 'below horizontal' position. I smiled and thought that this was surely the best evening of my life.

"I'll only tell you one more time Mr.Penis, if you don't behave I'll get really cross," she said pouting with a little-girly pout that made her look far younger than her eighteen years.

I tried my utmost to think of other things to force my erection to dissipate but no non-erotic thoughts crept into my mind. I tried to empty my mind completely but to no avail. The girl kept trying to push my penis out of it's erect position but the more she prodded and stroked it the stiffer it remained.

"If you kneel behind me Sarah, you could try both your hands on it," I suggested to the prim looking young lady wearing her brown striped Alice-in-Wonderland dress and white starched apron.

I was aware that the only way I was going to get rid of my erection would be through masturbation and I was keen to get them to carry out that service for me. In the meantime I was determined to get them both to touch me between my legs as often and as long as possible. I knew that I must resist actually penetrating these two as my life would not be worth a farthing if their father were to find out. The thoughts of their father suddenly had a dramatic effect upon my erection. It appeared to be less strong and began to shrivel.

Sarah had positioned herself behind me. I could sense her breath between my shoulder blades and felt the crisp texture of her apron and cotton skirt full of petticoats against the backs of my thighs. Her slender hands slid around my waist and small slim fingers slipped down my belly and into my curls and sought my manhood. I gasped with relish as she grasped me, pointing the tip towards the chamber pot.

"There's a good penis," she said brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes using my back to rub against.

Her cool hair and her use of the word 'penis' suddenly reversed the effects of my thoughts regarding her father and I felt my penis become firm again. It was quick-wittedness which forced me to urinate and it came out in a strong and consistent flow.

"Oh sister it is so incredible," said Anna staring at my pee as it gushed in a short arc into the chamber pot.

Sarah stared around my chest and watched as I finished with three vigorous squirts followed by a fart. Sarah said that I smelled of cabbage and pinched her nose. I'm afraid I just laughed and took the opportunity to stand up, step out of my underpants and wipe my willy with one of the towels in the room. I was beginning to look forward to bed as I was quite cold in my naked state. The fire had gone out and the room appeared very chilly.

I pulled the bedclothes to one side and slid under the sheet, blanket and eiderdown and looked at the girls. They suddenly appeared to be embarrassed at my waiting there for them. They were both still fully dressed except for their shoes and I noticed that Anna's stockings still appeared sticky with semen.

"Come on you two, hurry up and get undressed or you'll be up all night at this rate," I admonished them with a sly frown which turned into a wry smile as I stared at their clothes and looked forward to seeing what was underneath them.

Anna, who was generally more outward going, undid the bow of Sarah's apron and pulled it over her head and carefully folded it. Sarah's waist looked so small. It was as if the flared shape of her skirts appeared to emphasise the slimness of her midriff. I stared in wonderment at her slender figure and felt my heart beat faster even though she had divested herself of hardly anything.

Sarah turned her girlish attentions to her sister and untied the large bow on the back of her butterfly sleeved apron. I admired the crisp whiteness and starched stiffness of the garment as she pulled it over her head and folded it on top of Sarah's.

There then followed an episode of mutual unbuttoning of dresses. Both girls appeared to have dozen's of tiny buttons on the centre line of the backs of their 'Alice' dresses and I watched in fascination as the secret pleat which covered them was folded back and the unbuttoning was carried out from nape to buttock level. By the time they had finished both dresses were gaping open and the waist 'gathers' appeared less tight and spilled forwards. Anna was the first to push her bodice forwards and pull her arms out of the short puff sleeves and push her dress down to the floor and step out of it. Sarah followed but looked coy.

"Really Mr. Shaw, have you no manners. How dare you observe young ladies of genteel breeding removing their clothing? Tut tut tut," she said and waved her finger at me and smiled.

Both girls now paraded around the room in short white lacy camisole tops which ended at the waistband of their two cotton petticoats. I looked at the hems of these magnificent items of underwear. Once again I stared almost open mouthed at the frilly laciness of layer overlying layer upon layer. Sarah pouted with her 'little girl' expression and jerked her hips from side to side with a finger in her mouth frowning at me for watching her. I watched the layers froufrouing and swaying as if they were like billowing clouds.

Anna stood and twirled around as she noticed that their petticoat hems appeared to mesmerize me. I felt like a cat dazzled by lamplight. They continued with their jerks, thrusts and twirls and slowly drove me mad with lust and sexual yearnings. Beneath the heavy bedclothes my most active member pushed itself firmly into the vertical position. It was now ramrod stiff and felt gigantic. I slipped a hand under the sheet and toyed with it.

"Oh Mr.Shaw," said Anna now emulating her sister in a coquettish and flirtatious manner," I do believe that you have your manhood in your hands and you are being very rude to play with it in front of your hostesses." I blushed but smiled back at them and told them to remove their underwear.

My heart thumped like a steam-hammer as I watched them untie and unlace the drawstrings to their petticoats and let them drop onto the carpet. They neatly folded the four items and placed them on a chair. In front of me the two eighteen year olds cavorted around in their white cotton camisoles, lace hemmed bloomers and black cotton stockings. For some reason they tickled each other and chased each other about the room. I assumed that they felt much at liberty having cast off their heavy cotton dresses and white lacy petticoats. Now they appeared as free spirits and giggled and laughed at each other and at me.

"Pray Sir, are you still playing with your manhood?" enquired Anna sticking her tongue out.

I must have looked a real sight. There I was, overtly watching every curve of their delightful young bodies moving about inside their loose underclothes, While sitting up in bed with a massive erection only just concealed by the scented cotton sheets.

All of the sudden the girls jumped on the bed and bounced around as if it were a fairground ride. I felt seasick as they made the bed rock violently from side to side. I watched their firm young breasts jiggle about, only just restrained by the thin straps of their camisoles.

"Oh Mr. Shaw, I need to piss," said Sarah unexpectedly to me and her sister.

Both girls got off the bed and appeared to be quite breathless. I watched Sarah undo her bloomer ties and step out of it and pull the chamber pot from under the bed and begin to urinate with her back to me. I looked at her buttocks which appeared very wide in her squatting position and secretly desired to have her and to hell with the consequences. Her sister watched and handed her a flannel to wipe herself. As she stood up I admired her legs still encased by black stockings and held up by broderie lace garters.

Her sister removed her bloomers then squatted down, this time facing me and smiling as I watched the small stream of urine dribble then spurt out of her. I stared at her thighs as she wiped herself thoroughly and readjusted her garters.

"Well here goes," both girls said as they unbuttoned their chemises and dropped them on the floor.

All they had on were their black stockings and garters and in the flickering candlelight with their blonde hair cascading over their shoulders they looked like the most delectable human beings I had ever set eyes upon.

"Let's keep our stockings on," said Sarah to Anna.

"Yes you're right; my feet are always cold and I can't be bothered to find my bed socks," Anna replied.

I watched, with complete adoration, their beautiful breasts bounce around as they walked to each side of the bed and pulled the sheet back to reveal my naked body and my hands covering my enormously stiff penis. For some unexplained reason I felt embarrassed and also felt more naked than naked.

This had been the first time in my life that I had been in a bed with a naked woman and I suppose I wasn't prepared for it to happen so quickly. I had only known the two twins for a few weeks and unfortunately I was beginning to think of them as friends, or even sisters. I snuggled down as they pulled the sheet then blankets over us and Anna blew out the candle on the bedside cabinet next to her.

In the gloom I heard the wind blowing around the house through gaps in the window frames and under doors and down chimneys. The gale had, for the most part, ceased but strong gusts remained and took an hour or so to abate.

In the darkness I heard them breathing excitedly. I assumed that they were virgins but did not wish to have to find out by forcing myself on them.

"David," Anna whispered to me, "do you want us to touch you, know down there?"

"Oh let's do," said Sarah butting in and pushing herself firmly against me. I felt her nipples stiffen against my chest hair.

I now felt as if I was a novelty in their bed and perhaps they were more curious and eager to finger my erection than I thought.

When I was at school in the dormitory at night I often used to imagine what it would be like to have my balls and willy touched by a woman. I tried to imagine but I couldn't. Even when I touched myself and pretended it was Rowena Armstrong, the headmaster's daughter; it always felt like me touching myself, never her.

The twins pushed themselves against me while I lay on my back with my arms under the small of their backs. They both turned and I slipped my arms around their waists and pulled them even closer. Their hair spread over my neck and shoulders and I felt their exquisite breathing tickling me as well as stimulating me beyond endurance.

"Oh Mr.Shaw what a wicked young gentleman you are to be nude in bed with two innocent sisters of such high integrity and breeding," she said licking my ear with her warm wet tongue.

"Yes and we will have to get you to swear an oath that no one else shall hear of your ungentlemanly behaviour," said Anna entering into the spirit of the play acting. Anna tilted her head back and brushed her mouth against mine and in an instant we were kissing passionately in the French style with out tongues intertwined and my penis on fire. Sarah's small slender fingers grasped my manhood and began squeezing its tip in jerking rhythmic movements.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" I blurted between Anna's kisses.

"I watched you when you did very rude things to yourself when your head was beneath my skirts," she explained, "..and you squirted your willy-juice into my face," she went on. I thought about our earlier activities and my penis stiffened even further.

It felt as if my foreskin had been turned inside out.

Anna had joined her sister and both of their fingers found my tip and continued to milk me with long firm strokes. I had to concentrate hard so as to not 'come' there and then.

In the light of the half moon I watched Anna's eyes half shut and twinkling. She had the talent to be able to smile and kiss at the same time. I was spellbound and savoured every touch and caress. Our tongues delved into each others mouths as if passionately searching for something. Each movement felt more urgent.

Sarah behind me licked and nibbled my earlobe and neck and I shivered with excruciating pleasure.

Meanwhile their hands alternated between cupping my balls and squeezing my penis. I could not have wished for more attention. Their movements became more rapid and frenzied to the point that it felt painful.

I savoured every second of stimulation as their young finger tips explored every nook and cranny of my chest, stomach, thighs, testicles and penis.

"Excuse me young ladies but may I beg you to slow down your squeezings and milkings and concentrate all your efforts upon the tip," I said in my best English, trying to sound courteous and gentlemanly.

"Oh Sir we are just innocent young innocent ladies and do beg your pardon," said Sarah almost giggling with gentility and at the 'unusual' situation she was in.

In polite Victorian society there were clearly no codes of etiquette pertaining to 'wanking' or masturbation of the opposite sex.

It was Sarah who now continued with my milking as Anna touched and stroked my testicles and hairy chest. I, in turn, fondled their backs and bases of their buttocks which felt both smooth and cool. I turned my head away from Anna and towards Sarah. In the dim light I noticed her gritting her teeth with concentration. She appeared to be taking my masturbation very seriously.

"Kiss please," I murmured and instantly her lips were upon me and she kissed me in an almost feverish manner.

Her tongue felt as if it were half way down my throat. Her skin smelled of flowers.

Anna leant over me and licked my nipples. To be honest I was close to boiling point. I knew that I would suddenly spurt so began thinking of other things in order to delay as long as possible that one millisecond of pure refined pleasure.

To one side of me I felt Anna nibbling my chest and neck whilst scratching and squeezing my balls, I felt her blonde hair covering my chest and neck. On the other side of me my lips and tongue were at work with Sarah's. We kissed fervently and almost savagely in the French style. Sarah's fingers were wildly jerking the very tip of my heavy erection in an almost merciless manner. Clearly it was only a matter of a few minutes or less before I exploded.

It happened very quickly. I groaned and shut my eyes and pulled away from Sarah's soft mouth.

I felt seminal fluid gather at the base of my 'massive' penis. The wanking continued and then suddenly I shouted "aaagh," as gallons of semen spurted out, or so it seemed.

The milking continued until my balls were completely empty and my belly was covered in sperm. Sarah pulled my mouth to her and continued kissing and moaned that she loved me. I told her I loved her too. Clearly it was the situation talking and I knew she couldn't possibly love me, nor me her.

Now it appeared to be Sarah's turn to nibble my nipple and stimulate my chest with her long blonde hair. I pulled Anna to my mouth as she gripped my now flaccid penis and coaxed it back to life. Anna's eyes remained shut as we kissed and our tongues wrapped themselves around each other with undiluted lust and passion. We continued kissing as I slipped my hand from under her back and eased it under her and onto her pubic curls. I felt her moan into my mouth as I began stroking her thighs she eased herself onto her back and spread her legs over mine. In an instant my middle finger had found her damp cleft and wormed its way inside. I tasted her moaning and felt her heart beat faster.

It took me every ounce of will power not to throw off her sister and mount her there and then. Will power I had and it would remain so throughout that night.

I slid my hand from under Sarah's arse and laid it on her curls. She pushed my hand into the little gap where her thighs met at the top of her legs and lay on her back, parting her legs. My middle finger entered her sopping vagina. Sarah in turn began licking my shoulders and neck and bit me gently with her pure white teeth. In the half light which precedes dawn I saw that she was smiling.


"Oh Mr.Shaw you have such a handsome and muscular body," she whispered clearly still enamoured by our earlier kissing in the French manner.

Sarah's fingers joined Anna's on the shaft of my now fully erect penis. I felt the weight of both girls' legs over mine as I slid my fingers in and out of their young slippery vaginas over their clitorises and back inside them again.

My milking appeared to last for a solid half hour before the build up of fluids inside me became too intense.

The two eighteen year olds sensed that I was approaching my climax and whispered words of encouragement between kisses and ear licking

"Yes let it flow, let it out," said Anna in very soft sensuous tones.

"Release it," whispered Anna.

"Petticoats and bloomers, stockings, lots of lacy white petticoats all over your face," they both murmured realising that I had a certain fetish for facesitting under skirts and petticoats.

It was now too late to hold back further. I felt seminal fluid build up and I lifted my buttocks off the bed and I thrust eight times and covered my stomach with semen and the pretty slim hands of the young ladies to each side of me.

"Ohh wow yes, yess," I shouted as I drained my balls dry.

I'm ashamed to admit that I did not continue pleasuring the two twins with my fingers as I suffered cramp in both my hands. They appeared not to mind and insisted that I sleep and dream of them in my dreams.

With my arms around their shoulders I stared up at the high ceiling in the old house and heard the first song of the dawn chorus. It was a distant Tree Pipit.

I wondered what the morning would bring as I drifted off.

***

The Tree Pipit was still singing its territorial song when I opened my eyes. My penis was erect and lying in a pool of dried semen. I suddenly remembered that I was sharing the bed with the two sisters and looked at them in turn.

Their sleeping faces were like angels and I watched them breathe gently against my shoulders. Both their mouths were parted and I spied beautiful white teeth beyond their smiles. Anna appeared to sense that I was awake and nuzzled me in the neck; she kept her eyes shut and yawned widely. I would have given anything to have my erect penis inside that wonderful sensuous mouth, and Sarah's too and I was determined that it would be so before the end of the forenoon.

I rapidly gathered my thoughts with regard to the return of Cook and Miss Marie. If the bridge were passable then they would be home before long and I guessed that the two girls would immediately require a thorough, but gentle, comforting session from both of them, as priority. I had to make sure that all signs of my night's sojourn in their bedroom had been thoroughly eradicated, to say the least.

In the meantime, I thought, I would extract as much sexual pleasure from them as possible, short of actual penetration. I was still of the opinion that if their parents ever found out, upon their return from Ireland, that I had even contemplated sexual intercourse with their daughters I would be ruined, and any thoughts of a career in the Colonial Office would be 'dead in the water', as it were.

Anna was now awake and beaming at me.

"Why do you frown so much?" she asked.

I explained that Cook and Miss Marie may be returning soon. Anna smiled and told me not to worry so.

She kissed me.

Soon our tongues were intertwined and she slid her hand up the sheets and against my thigh and onto my ramrod stiff penis.

"Why Mr. Shaw what a forward young gentleman you are," she whispered.

I smiled at her between kisses and blamed her for my condition.

Little did she realise that I always awoke with an erection and that the early morning was when I felt most rampant and when Rowena Armstrong, the headmaster's daughter, used to visit me in my dreams.

I asked her if she would like to 'suck It', as I would find it rather agreeable.

I decided to be forthright with this eighteen year old as I considered that I had little time left for etiquette or niceties. I noticed Anna's face took on a puzzled look.

"Do you mean that I should place 'Master Penis' in my mouth?" she enquired, her eyes now sparkling with excitement.

"Yes, just allow him to enter your mouth as if it were my tongue," I said, as I prized her mouth wide open with my tongue.

She laughed aloud, squeezed my penis, and woke up her sister. Sarah.

"Sarah, Mr. David Shaw has just announced that he wishes me to suck his penis. Have you never heard of anything so silly?" said Anna to her bleary eyed twin sister.

"Please kiss me," said Sarah, opening her eyes, stretching and opening her mouth, and wetting her lips with her tongue.

I didn't need a second invitation and I turned my head and kissed her in the 'French' manner. My penis appeared to grow further and, as it did so, I felt Sarah's hand join her sisters and they both slowly began milking me.

To me it felt like a foretaste of paradise. I would easily have erupted there and then but I was determined to get Anna to 'suck me off', as it were, and would not succumb to their manual masturbation.

"Well girls," I said, "Do you think that you can take 'Master Penis' in your mouths or shall you continue with just fondling him?" I said cheekily, hoping to catch them in a half-asleep off-guard frame of mind.

I admit that I lacked all finesse with my request as time was running out. I thought that it would be now or never. The girls were both wide awake and looked at me. There faces were stunningly beautiful and had the rich glow of youth on them. Sarah pulled back her hair and glanced at her sister.

"Shall we Anna?" she asked and giggled in a somewhat cautious way.

"Oh let me first have a go then," said her sister, to Sarah and to me.

I immediately slid up the bed so that I was sitting on the pillows, the room felt suddenly cold and I regretted not wearing a nightshirt.

My erection looked rather fierce in the early morning sunlight. Its veins gave it a threatening appearance and its stark stiffness contrasted quite markedly with the soft smooth curves of the girls' faces, hair and shoulders.

They moved towards the middle of the bed and I spread my legs, and lifted them over their heads, so that they both lay between my legs on their stomachs. I felt their hair on the inside of my thighs and immediately my erection twitched wildly.

Their heads almost touched as Anna then Sarah cupped my testicles and squeezed them gently.

"And what shall we do with Master Penis?" asked Sarah.

I was almost delirious with pleasure. I swear that my penis was longer than a cucumber and its exposed tip was a lustrous shade of purple.

"You may lick him to show him that you are friendly," I croaked, almost hysterical with lust and lechery.

This was the first time in my life that a girl, any girl, had ever had her face so close to my fully erect penis. Here I had actually two young women in close proximity to the most important part of my body and they were just about to lick it.

Anna fondled the shaft and I felt it slide through her cool fingers as she toyed with it. Sarah continued squeezing my balls and scratched them with her pointed fingernails. Then Anna slid her tongue along the shaft stopping short of its bulbous end. Sarah did the same, and then they both did it together. They looked up at me as they did so and their bright smiling eyes both shone at me beneath their long thick eyelashes.

They licked me again, then again and again. I watched, spellbound, as their little tongues slid up and down the underside of my heavy erection.

I had broken almost every rule in the book regarding 'gentlemanly behaviour towards young girls' but I felt completely joyous and abandoned and thought nothing of the consequences.

"Master Penis is enjoying his little tongue tickling," said Sarah pouting at me with a demure expression on her face.

I stole a glance at her eyes, which were half closed and full of carnal lust. If only we were married and this was our wedding night, I thought.

"Yes I can see that Master Penis is smiling at us," said Anna stroking him with her thumb and forefinger.

I watched them with incredulity. They actually appeared to enjoy licking my penis. They actually enjoyed placing my most sensitive organ against their small soft tongues.

If my penis could have doubled in length it would have done but it was easily at its maximum extension.

"Does Master Penis wish to explore Sarah's little mouth?" said Anna in a deep sensuous voice and she lifted it off my stomach and held it vertical ready for her twin sister to stimulate further.

I opened my legs even further and rested them next to their elbows as Sarah slid further up the bed so that her mouth was just inches from my erection.

"What a good penis," she said to it as if she was talking to a young puppy. "You behave in Sarah's mouth, d'ya understand?" she said in a slightly bizarre way.

I wondered what she meant by 'behave'. Perhaps she did not wish me to urinate in her mouth but to be honest this was the last thing on my mind but I did wish to squirt something between her full red girlish lips.

I wanted so much to find enough energy both to fill Sarah's mouth and have enough semen in reserve to fill Anna's. I decided that I had better 'discharge my load' as quickly as possible to leave plenty of recovery time for Anna.

I watched with awe as Sarah brushed her long blonde hair to one side and licked the very tip of 'Master Penis'. She opened her mouth a little way and slid my engorged penis between her lips. She held it steadily as Anna began squeezing my shaft. Clearly both girls were anxious to make me 'come' and I felt quite honoured that they should bestow me with such exquisite attention.

"Sarah, Anna," I said in a very down to earth, matter of fact, form of conversation. "You both realise that...err...Master Penis will suddenly squirt 'love-honey' into your mouths when he reaches his crisis?" I expounded, staring into their innocent eyes.

"Sarah knows and doesn't mind," said Anna looking at her sister who was running her tongue around my tip which was held rigidly between her lips.

"Oooomph," gurgled Sarah as if to agree with her sister.

Anna continued milking me and I lay back against the wooden bed head and watched them gradually take me ever closer towards an explosive orgasm.

Sarah was becoming quite adept at sucking my glans and upper part of my shaft. She slid it in and out rapidly with evident glee. She stopped only to flick her hair off my stomach. Her eyes fixed me with a wicked smile. She was behaving like a lewd whore and I was loving it.

"Come on Sarah it's my turn to suck and lick," said Anna pushing Sarah's face to one side.

Anna's lips felt fleshier than Sarah's and her tongue was rougher. I decided that Anna would be the first girl to ever taste my semen and my hand joined hers in jerking myself off.

This frantic wanking activity went on for another five, or so, minutes. My wrists began to ache and I was desperate to spurt into one of their mouths. Sarah looked at my face and suddenly saw it twist and contort and in that instance she grabbed my penis and sucked it into her mouth with all her might.

With one enormously loud thrust I jerked out eight strings of sticky slimy semen into the young girl's mouth and looked at Anna who smiled at Sarah then at me and I knew that Anna wanted me to do the same to her too.

***

I lay back against the pillows and watched Sarah smile. Her mouth overflowed with semen and she played with it with her tongue. It dribbled out of the corner of her mouth and along her chin. She appeared to enjoy having my milky slime inside her.

"It is the nectar of the gods," she said. "This is what they eat on Mount Olympus," she said in a somewhat poetic turn of phrase.

She looked very pleased with herself and I told her that 'Master Penis' was pleased to have squirted in her mouth. Her sister watched my flaccid appendage lie in a small pool of semen and shrivel to almost nothing in front of her.

I felt sorry for Anna, for some odd reason, so I told her that I would stimulate her while I waited to recover.

I slipped both legs over the girls then got out of the bed and stood up. I took advantage of being in an upright position and wiped my stomach and penis, and generally preparing myself for my next orgasm. I felt like the proverbial Greek God and admired my muscular body in the full length mirror next to the fireplace.

The girls lay in their bed with their sheets pulled up to their chins. There was still coolness in the air and the sun had not yet dried off the morning dew.

I told Anna to kneel on her hands and knees and that I would do the rest. She stuck her tongue out at me as I slid, feet first, under her body so that my head lay beneath the tantalising girlish curves of her shapely young arse.

We were in the 'Sixty Nine Position', as it were.

Sarah sat on the edge of the bed with a petticoat draped around her shoulders. She looked like a delicate illustration from a children's fairy story book.

"Come on you two, let's see some action," she complained as she shivered in the cool of the morning.

I reached up and wrapped my hands around Anna's slim waist and pulled her firmly on top of me until she splayed her legs, and her vaginal opening rested on my mouth. She smelled sweetly of musk and urine.

"Oh Mr. Shaw what an audacious young gentleman you are," said Sarah, enjoying the spectacle.

"Oh do shut up," said Anna who was beginning to manipulate my penis back to life.

I stared at Anna's buttocks which enveloped my face and admired her soft rounded cheeks spread over me. Her little puckered rosebud opening, which was her anus, looked so pink and inviting.

I was in awe of this young eighteen year old's derriere which occupied my field of view and pinned my face to the sheet. Her black cotton stockings reached almost to the crease of her buttocks and I was transfixed by the line of skin which lay bulging slightly above. Clearly she liked her garters to be tied tightly and was amazed that they had not come loose during our long night together under the storm.

Sarah yawned loudly and announced that she wished to urinate, wash and get dressed. I felt the bed move as she stood up and retrieved the chamber pot from under the bed. The sound of her pissing filled the room and Anna told her that she was 'a very rude young lady' to perform her bodily functions in front of a gentleman. I listened to her dribbling and my penis instantly became as hard as wood.

"Oh heavens," exclaimed Anna and I watched her buttocks clench with excitement.

In an instant she was milking me furiously, pulling firmly on the upstroke, twisting more gently on the down stroke. I marveled at her technique; clearly she was somewhat of a 'natural' when it came to 'pleasuring a penis', thought I.

Her lips brushed against the exposed knob-end and I felt her tongue circle the base of my glans. Various indescribable feelings rippled through my body as I tongued her labia and ran it into her clitoral hood and exposed the little stiff nub which lay waiting. She flinched at every touch until she became used to my administrations and ground her open arse firmly and solidly into my face. I slid my tongue up her vagina to the hilt and wiggled it about frantically.

"Oh it feels so nice," said Anna slipping my penis out of her mouth then resuming once more.

I lay back and licked her anal opening and watched the sphincter wink at me as she succumbed to my probing and delving. Her juices flowed out of her vulva and covered my face with a sticky colorless slime which smelled strong of her fanny.

"I shall fetch some water," said Sarah wearing only her open crotch bloomers, stockings and chemise. I glanced behind me and saw her leave the room.

Meanwhile Anna had taken my erection into her mouth and gently nibbled it with her teeth. All my senses appeared to have migrated to the seven inches of engorged flesh which was the focus of the young woman's attention.

I felt her slide the upper two inches into and out of her mouth with rapid movements as she continued wanking me. The textures of her tongue and mouth stimulated me mercilessly. My head was in turmoil as blood raced savagely around my body and felt the slow insidious flow of semen aligning itself ready to be expelled.

Anna was now milking me at break-neck speed. My tongue lapped at her noisy vagina which made slurping suction sounds as I sucked at her clitoris and firmly ran my tongue over it.

"Oohgh," mouthed Anna, clearly on the brink of her orgasm.

I moaned in encouragement just as I felt boiling fluid gather at the base of my erection. I was on the brink too and wanted the moment to last.

Suddenly Anna's pelvic muscles tightened and I felt her shudder, then shiver violently then climax as I erupted inside her mouth. I jerked my lower torso of the bed and gripped her waist even tighter. I literally 'fucked her face' with five monstrous thrusts which drained the entire contents of my penis and balls into her small girlish mouth.

The eighteen year old collapsed on top of me and spread her legs even wider as we lay in each other's secretions.

The smell of semen and vagina, combined with perspiration appeared to overflow from both of us and we felt as one.

"David, that was truly...how can I put it...bliss, pure bliss," said Anna breathing heavily and toying with my now rapidly deflating penis.

"It would have been even more blissful if Master Penis had pumped his seed into your womb," I replied, "but clearly that can never be," I concluded as I lay observing the intricate plaster molding which circled the ceiling.

"No that can never be," said Anna wistfully swallowing my semen, reaffirming my thoughts

***

Sarah returned with water in a pitcher and washed herself at the washstand. I arose and peed in the chamber pot and took it to the servants' cupboard room where I emptied its contents and returned with a clean one.

I sprinted back to my room and washed and dressed making sure that I rinsed off the smell of 'cunt' which appeared to have soaked deeply into my skin following the long night of lust with the twins. I smiled as I realized how far I had taken them physically and how the road appeared open for further forays.

I returned to their room just as they were buttoning each other up. They had changed into turquoise blue dresses, again resembling those depictions of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland' by the engraver, Sir John Tenniel.

I marveled at their young bodies, inside their crisp white petticoats, ripe again for my lechery and stimulation.

Oh Mr. Shaw how dare you enter a young lady's room without knocking; you might have caught us in our undergarments," said Sarah smiling at me like a cat who had just drank all the cream.

I watched her lips as she spoke and recalled vividly the sensation of her sucking my erection and my subsequent eruption within her soft warm mouth.

***

Benjamin, the gardener's son, was standing in the stone portico when I emerged from the house. The lad still looked windswept from the night before.

"The bridge approaches are still flooded sir, but Isaac Teller has managed to get Miss Marie and Cook across the river by boat," said the boy who was roughly my age and height.

"Quickly then we must go and help them," I said, realising that I must bear some responsibility for the safety of the two stranded women.

We ran down the long drive. The weather was crisp and cool. The air felt very clean as if the storm had washed it and it was now hanging out to dry.

In the distance I could see the bridge surrounded by water and several figures emerging from a small rowing boat.

"Mister Shaw," yelled Cook, "How are the twins? And is the house damaged?" she shouted across the lawns.

I was too breathless to reply at such a distance but as soon as we arrived at the waters edge I confirmed to her that Sarah and Anna were indeed in good health and as far as I could assess the house remained undamaged.

"Oh thank the Lord for that," she replied," I could barely sleep through worry."

Miss Marie looked disheveled. Her clothes appeared damp and she glowered at me in a strange way.

"You will carry my valise," she said to me curtly as she handed me her overnight bag.

We walked towards the house leaving Isaac Teller to row his boat back to the other bank. Benjamin helped Cook and I helped Miss Marie with their belongings.

"That storm last night was the very Devil in disguise if I were to tell the truth," said Cook in her delightful country accent.

"Master Shaw," said Miss Marie in a very formal manner, and taking me to one side, "I have never felt so humiliated than I did at the Ladies Choral Society Meeting at Buxton," she exclaimed, "And it is all due to your childish prank," she said.

I thought long and hard and could recall nothing that resembled a 'childish prank'.

Then I suddenly remembered. I had introduced Miss Marie to a new English word, the verb 'to wank', and remember that I had described it as a word that one might use to express immense pleasure.

I clearly remembered telling her that if she enjoyed an operatic aria she could tell her fellow opera-goers that she had 'wanked' at the singer, or just plain 'wanked'. I now feared the worse. She had actually used the word in polite company. I felt suddenly full of panic but at the same time grinned at the thought of her using my very naughty word.

"Oh my goodness Miss Marie," I exclaimed suddenly feeling very guilty, "What did you say?"

"I prefer not to talk about it, and I am trying to forget it," she said piercing me with her hawk like eyes.

"But since you ask I will say this only once," she said in her French accent.

"After the second act of Monteverdi's 'Orfeo' we retired to the small refreshment room under the staircase at the Buxton Opera House and I told the other ladies how much I enjoyed the performance. One lady asked me whether I had heard it before and I told them that I had not. She also asked me to rate 'Orfeo' on a scale of between one and ten. I told her that it was above the scale and was so impressive that I had continuously 'wanked' myself throughout the performance. I told them that the music made me 'wank'. I have never seen so many shocked and angry faces. One kind gentleman took me to one side and told me that the word 'wank' was a vulgar term for 'masturbation' and was never used in polite society. I was so embarrassed and felt so ashamed and will erase it from my memory."

I laughed quietly to myself and pictured Miss Marie being ostracised for the second half of the performance and the rest of the evening. Poor old Miss Marie.

*** In Miss Marie's Room.

***

We walked down the long gravel drive in complete silence until we arrived at the main entrance to Newbeck Hall. I observed that the roof appeared intact and had survived the malevolent violence of the thunderstorm. Miss Marie asked me to carry her valise up to her room, which I did, and stood at her door while she opened it and walked in.

"You will follow me in please," she said with a gruff voice. "I have just experienced the worse night of my life thanks to you and I demand recompense David Shaw. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded and was told to shut and bolt the door behind me. I had no idea what she was talking about but sensed that it might hopefully involve sexual gratification so stood awkwardly in this most feminine of rooms.

I had never set foot inside Miss Marie's private bedroom and was intrigued to see her little collection of small framed pictures arranged on her dressing table. She had pictures of horses and of her parents and of jars of flowers. I was amazed that she had brought these all the way from France; she surely enjoyed art, evidently. There were fresh meadow flowers in little jars spread across the mantelshelf. She clearly studied botany too.

"You will now please me physically so remove your clothes please," she said casually to me as if she were discussing the weather.

My heart began to thump loudly and my penis stirred inside my trousers.

I watched her sit on the bed and remove her heavy outdoor boots. They clunked to the floor and made her appear two inches shorter as she stood up.

I took off my jacket and waistcoat and placed them on the back of a chair.

I was amazed at her audacity and sheer nerve. Did she just assume that I would wish to please her and was this some sort of release of sexual tension which she sought to pursue? I had to admit to myself that I did find Miss Marie attractive although she was a good ten years older than me. She must have been in her mid 30s at least but was slim, and showed none of the signs of age that working class women did in my home city of Nottingham.

"Hurry up and undress," she spat her instructions at me, and I obeyed. I kept my baggy Bengal-striped underpants on and she told me to lie on the bed.

I lay on her bed and watched spellbound as Miss Marie unbuttoned her long grey tweed skirt and let it slide to the floor. She hung it on a hooked coat hanger and placed it in her wardrobe. I admired the curve of her back as she took off her 'leg o'mutton' sleeved blouse and placed in on a chair.

"You will help me unlace my corset; I have had to sleep fully clothed last night and I am in agony from wearing it," she said sitting on the bed with her back to me. In no time at all I had loosened her corset and she stood up and took it off.

"There," she said unclipping her hair and shaking it down. Her hair was shoulder length and as brown as chestnuts roasting at a winter's fair.

I sat in awe and stared into her eyes. My penis extended fully and caused the front half of my loose underpants to resemble a tent. My eyes remained trapped in her gaze and she smiled at me just like a tiger would, just before making the kill.

For some strange reason I felt afraid. Miss Marie no longer looked like my French tutor; she now had a predatory sexual appearance as if she had been starved of physical love for many long weeks.

My heart beat rapidly as I realised that, at last, I may be allowed to 'enter' a woman for the very first time.

"Do not be afraid," said Miss Marie who now stood in the centre of the room wearing just her white starched petticoats, chemise and black silk stockings. "I will not bite you, you know," she went on, "But you do owe me a favour, in fact several favours, if truth were known," she concluded.

With that she walked over to me where I lay on her bed and kissed me firmly on the lips. I kissed her back and immediately our tongues were probing each others mouths as we kissed passionately in the 'French' style.

She lay on top of me and smothered me with fervent kisses.

She thrust her hand deep into my underpants and began milking me forcefully. I could only groan with sheer pleasure as she used her experienced fingers on my foreskin and glans. I have to admit that I had never felt fingers move as exquisitely as Miss Marie's and she gave the impression that she was clearly used to masturbating men.

"This is what is meant by your 'wanking'," she whispered to me between kisses and I blinked at her wildly, unable to reply as my mouth was full of tongues.

She moved her hand at double speed, at the same time delving her tongue deeply into me, almost to the back of my throat. I lay there enjoying the fevered onslaught and languished in the sensations which rippled through my genitals.

I felt the familiar gathering of semen deep inside my testicles and at the base of my solid shaft.

In no time at all I was jerking my pelvis off the bed and squirting thick creamy strands of semen all over her fingers and thumb, and filling my underpants with sticky milky slime.

I closed my eyes gasping for breath, only able to croak a feeble 'thank you' to the French woman who had just drained me so efficiently and effortlessly.

"There you are done," she said in am almost business like manner, "Now you shall use your lips on me," she exclaimed and pushed me off the narrow bed.

She lay on her back and pulled up her four white cotton petticoats. The two outer ones were trimmed with Alencon Lace while the inner ones were somewhat plainer and trimmed with English eyelet and broderie lace.

She noticed me admire her undergarments and told me that they were her 'everyday petticoats' and she kept her silk ones for Sundays and for special occasions. She had worn the cotton ones to the opera, however, as she was expecting inclement weather and did not wish to ruin her silk petticoats.

I just looked at them and my mouth fell open. Her petticoats were totally different from the twins as they had twice as many gores and were much fuller and frillier, and all four ended in a flounce just above the many deep lace hems.

"Head between my legs," she barked and I kneeled on the bed between her outspread legs.

She undid the front bow of the drawstring ribbon to her open crotch drawers. They were incredibly ornate with a many flounces of eyelet lace around each leg.

I pulled her drawers apart to reveal a thick thatch of coarse dark pubic hair. Her curls were much denser and more tufted than the twins, and I saw that Miss Marie was clearly in a different league. She was a mature woman, the first 'real' woman I had seen naked below the waist.

"You may begin licking me now. You can stick your tongue up my 'fanny'? Is that what you call it in English? If you please," she asked and I just nodded insanely at her.

I was tempted to tell her about my night of sexual abandonment with the two eighteen year olds but thought better of it as I did not wish to compromise them both, or run the risk of the secret becoming servants' gossip.

I sprawled in front of her vagina as she opened her legs and placed them over my shoulders. I felt deliciously trapped as she ran her stockinged feet up and down my back.

"Je me sens si sensuel et reveille. Je sais que vous me satisferez avec votre langue et vous sentirez si excited," she whispered which I understood meant that she felt so sensual and expected me to do exiting things to her with my tongue.

To be honest Miss Marie was pushing me too hard. I realised that she must have been a sexually charged creature clearly craving physical love. I imagined that in her profession as tutor she must feel very isolated from society in general, and male society in particular.

She obviously gauged that I, a nineteen year old boy, would have plenty of healthy lustful urges and would reciprocate any advances made upon me in the guise of 'punishment' or similar. I smiled secretly to myself and could not believe my luck.

All thoughts of Rowena Armstrong, the headmaster's daughter, dissolved as I stared at the dark hair which surrounded her moist opening.

Her odours were deliciously strong. They were pungent, aromatic and musky. I nuzzled her hair and she groaned out loud.

"Si'l vous plait n'arretez pas. Amenez-moi à mon orgasme," she moaned as I dragged my tongue up and down her inner lips.

Her labia were soft compared with the roughness of her pubic hair. I marveled at the way her juices spilled out of her as I delved my tongue up one labium and then down the other, in slow circular movements.

She 'aaghed' and 'ooohed' at every move and it was as if I were playing a musical instrument. She pulled her petticoat hems up to her head and buried her face in the lace. She squirmed languorously and slid her fingers down to the base of her stomach and massaged her belly and the back of my head.

I slipped my tongue between her portals and into her vagina. Her odour was intoxicating; it was much stronger than either Sarah's or Anna's and smelled like a 'matured vintage wine' rather than the 'immature wine' I had tasted the previous night.

"Oh Miss Marie," I sighed in encouragement to my French tutor who had spread herself like a feast in front of me.

"Use your tongue on my clitoris, Utilisez votre langue sur mon clitoris. Je ne sais pas ce qu'est le mot en anglais, I do not know the correct word for it in English," she hissed, clearly hardly able to speak.

She reached down and with two fingers spread her labia apart to reveal the small nub which stood out from under its hood.

Her clitoris was larger than the two eighteen year olds and was a slightly different shape too. I immediately tongued it and felt Miss Marie's buttocks clench and transfer her weight to my back. My nostrils were full of her hair and I snorted loudly as I struggled to breathe.

"Begin and do not stop, understood?" she said as I licked and lapped and sucked at her most sensitive part.

I slid my hands under her fleshy buttocks and held her firmly against me. She in turn lifted herself rhythmically off the bed with each thrust of my tongue. My back was strong enough to bear her weight as she wrapped her silk stocking clad legs around my neck.

I stared up her body and noticed that she had lifted her chemise to reveal her breasts. Her nipples were pert and erect and she began toying with them and squeezing them as I probed her mercilessly with my tongue. I teased her by running the tip of my tongue up the furrow of her lips and stopping short of her clitoris. Her body slid from side to side as she sought my tongue.

She laughed and told me that I was a 'wicked teasing boy', and I laughed back accusing her of leading her young pupil off the 'straight and narrow' path of virtue.

She quickly squeezed my head then opened her legs widely again. Her vagina lips were quite prominent and had many folds and variations in skin texture. I stopped and admired the construction of her portals. The moist loose skin forming the flaps to each side of her vulva contrasted with the smooth silkiness of the flesh above her stockings.

I nuzzled, and then kissed, her inner thighs and she groaned with approval. I ran my tongue up one thigh and then down the other, many, many times, deliberately avoiding contact with her genitals.

"You are a very rude boy to tease me so," said the disembodied voice from under her petticoats.

I looked up and saw her peeping at me through the yards and yards of white Alencon lace. She stuck out her tongue and giggled like a young girl. My penis was rock hard and felt incredibly strong and lustful. I now realised that before I could even contemplate penetrating her I must take her to her climax first.

With as much vigour as I could muster I tongued her clitoris continuously for what seemed like ten minutes. The petticoas which lay beneath her arse were sodden with my saliva and her fanny juices. My tongue was beginning to ache and I was mentally willing her to climax.

Her jerks and thrusts and swearing told me that the end was close. Her stomach was damp with perspiration which formed rivulets which gathered in her hairy mons pubis.

I lay in awe looking up at her magnificent body, taking in the spread of her hips and the narrowness of her waist. She was clearly a beautiful woman and I felt, at that moment, that I could never gratify myself with anyone younger than she.

You may say that I was somewhat smitten with her. I just could not help it.

Her petticoats swished about us as I gradually brought her to her staggering climax. The room was filled with her guttural screeches and high pitched moans as she gripped my head and jerked herself savagely against my face as she 'came'.

I had never before witnessed such a powerful and deep physical reaction or emotional discharge in another human being in my entire life and here I was, a nineteen year old, suddenly observing a mature sexual woman wiping her dribbling cunt all over my face.

I felt as if I was indeed in heaven and my penis had once again recovered its strength for the next vigorous activity.

***

Losing my Virginity.

***

Miss Marie dragged me up the bed so that I was sprawled all over her.

"Let me kiss you David," she said.

Her use of my forename sent waves of lust through my loins. She regarded me as her equal; no longer were we tutor and pupil, at least not 'horizontally' to put it bluntly. We were lovers at that moment.

"You have handsome noble eyes David," she whispered, clearly moved by my tonguing skills.

I may not have been brilliant at French verbs, and their declensions, but I had recently discovered that I was naturally talented at orally pleasuring, I thought.

"I will allow you to enter me, please," said the 35 year old French woman, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction, desire and expectation.

She could see by my face that this was going to be my first time. She told me to take my time and I was just hoping that I didn't make a 'dog's dinner' of the sexual act.

To be frank I was incredibly nervous. I had visualised having sex with Rowena Armstrong many times but never thought, when faced with the real thing, that I would have second thoughts.

I needn't have been concerned as Miss Marie took control. She kissed me gently and licked my ears like a puppy. It tickled and we both laughed. I smiled at her as she parted her legs fully beneath me.

She then kissed me savagely in the 'French style' and I felt my penis jerk into the ramrod stiff rigid position. Soon she was guiding me into her and I felt the hot stickiness of her labia gripping my shaft as I slid up her. She squeezed her vaginal muscles in encouragement as I pushed further and further up inside her.

"You are so big, David," she said smiling like a Cheshire cat.

I wondered whether my penis was really so big, or whether she was just saying it to encourage me further.

With pure instinct I slid my erection backwards and forwards, up and down her slippery vagina. I established a slow easy tempo and she stared at me with almost 'loving' eyes.


"Oh David," she whispered, "How wonderful, you are so big, and you are filling me up," she said, with a French pout.

I slowly increased the speed making sure that I did not slide out of her. Soon I was ramming hard on the upstroke and jerking her frame against the pillows and bed head. The bed creaked loudly. She shut her eyes and contorted her face as if in pain.

"Does it hurt?" I blurted.

"Mon Dieu, tu es fantastique, tu es merveilleux, tu es magnifique. Ne t'arretes pas n'importe ce que, of course it does not; a woman is designed to take large penises."

I was amazed that she now used the 'tu' noun instead of the more formal 'vous' for the word 'you' in English; she was clearly out of control.

I continued sliding up and down inside her lubricated channel until I felt semen build up inside me. She sensed that my orgasm was imminent and groaned and kissed me eagerly.

I twisted my mouth into a delirious rictus.

The only thing that appeared to matter in the world was my long solid penis jerking savagely inside her. I had lived nineteen years on this planet purely for this moment of fulfillment. I was now on the brink and felt that millisecond of ecstasy just before release.

I cried out a long 'Yessss," and emptied myself into her with seven violent thrusts.

"Oh mon chéri, tu es merveilleux, tu es tous à moi aujourd'hui," she said in a breathless voice, calling me her 'darling' and telling me that I was all hers that day.

She kissed me on my forehead as I lay on top of her, my penis gentle retreating from her slimy warm cavern. I looked up into her eyes and she brushed my hair away from my face.

"That must be better than your 'wanking' she said as If making a statement and asking a question at the same instant. I told her that I needed to try doing it a second time so that I could confirm that it was indeed the case.

We made love two more times that day and by four o'clock both she and I were absolutely shattered.

I was feeling ravenous and we both dressed and decided that we needed something to eat. I told Miss Marie that I'd go and find Cook and see what she had to offer.

I was about to find out that Cook had more to offer than just food.

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((((this part of the story is narrated elsewhere in 'Facesat by Cook')))

[Logan]

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