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Chapter 3 - lust III

Oh, Miss Evelyn, dear, delicious Miss Evelyn! what would you have thought had you known that I was gazing on all your angelic charms, and that my eager eyes had been straining themselves to penetrate the richness of those charming pouting lips which lay so snugly in that rich mass of dark curling hair. Oh! how I do long to kiss them; for at that time I had no other idea of embracing and still less of penetrating them.

When her ablutions were completed, she sat down and drew off her stockings, displaying her beautiful white calves and charming little feet. It was, I fancy, this first admiration of really exquisitely formed legs, ankles, and feet, which were extraordinarily perfect in make, that first awoke my passion for those objects, which have since always exercised a peculiar charm over me. She was also so particularly neat in her shoes—little dark ones—that were bijoux to look at, I often took them up and kissed them, when left in the room. Then her silk stockings, drawn up tight and fitting like a glove, set off to the greatest advantage the fine shape of her legs.

Putting on silk for cotton stockings, she took down a low-bodiced dress, finished her toilet, and left the room. I crawled out from under the bed, washed my face and hands in the water of the bidet, and even drank some in my excitement.

Some six weeks were now passed since the arrival of Miss Evelyn. The passion which had seized me for her, had hitherto kept me most obedient to her slightest command, or even wish, and from the same cause, attentive to my lessons, when not distracted by the circumstances already detailed. My example had also had the effect of keeping my sisters much in the same groove, but it was impossible this could last—it was not nature. So long as all went smoothly, Miss Evelyn seemed to be all amiability. We fancied we could do as we liked, and we grew more careless.

Miss Evelyn became more reserved, and cautioned us at first, and then threatened us with the rod. We thought she never would avail herself of it. Mary grew sulky, and one afternoon became sullen with her lessons, and disobeyed our teacher. Miss Evelyn, who had been for some time in a passion, bade her rise. She came up with an impertinent grin. Seizing her by the arm, Miss Evelyn dragged the struggling girl to the horse. It is true that my sister was strong and fought hard, using both teeth and nails but in vain. The governess's passion was now completely awakened; and seizing her, without farther ceremony, by the waist, she forced her to the horse, setting her down upon it with her face towards its head, holding her fast with one hand, while with the other she put the noose round her, which drawn, when tight, clasped her close; other nooses secured each ankle to rings in the floor, keeping her legs at a distance by theprojection of the horse, and likewise forcing the knees a little to bend, by which means the most full exposure of the bottom, and, in short, of all her private parts too, were obtained.

Miss Evelyn then left her, and went to mamma for a rod. In few minutes she returned, evidently flushed with passion, and proceded to tie Mary's petticoats well up to her waist, leaving her bottom and her pinky slit quite bare and exposed directly before my eyes. It was quite two months since I had seen her private parts, and I was well surprised to observe the lips more pouting and swelled out, as well as the symptoms of a mossy covering of the mount much more developed. Indeed, it was in itself more exciting than I had expected, since my thoughts had dwelt so long upon the riper beauties of Miss Evelyn that I had quite ceased to have any toying with Mary.

This full view of all her private parts had re-awakened former sensations, and strengthened them. Miss Evelyn first removed her own scarf, laying bare her plump ivory shoulders, and showing the upper halves of her beautiful bubbies, which were heaving with the excitement of her anger. She bared her fine right arm, and grasping the rod, stepped back, and raised her arm; her eyes glistened in a peculiar way. She was indeed beautiful to see.

I shall never forget that moment-it was but a moment. The rod whistled through the air and fell with a cruel cut on poor Mary's plump little bottom. The flesh quivered again, and Mary, who had resolved not to cry, flushed in her face and bit the damask with which the horse was covered.

Again the arm was raised, and again, with shrill whistle, it fell upon the palpating posteriors beneath it. Still her obdurate disposition sustained her, and though we could see that she writhed, yet not a mew escaped her lips. Drawing back a step, Miss Evelyn again raised her hand and arm, and this time her aim was so true that the longer points of the rod doubled between the buttocks and concentrated themselves between the lips of Mary's privates. So agonising was the pain that she screamed out dreadfully. Again the rod fell precisely on the same spot.

"Oh! oh! oh! Dear Miss Evelyn. I will never, no, never, do so again."

Her shrieks were of no avail. Cut succeeded cut, yell succeeded yell—until the rod was worn to a stump, and poor Mary's bottom was one mass of weals and red as raw beef. It was fearful to see, and yet such is our nature that to see it was, at the same time exciting. I could not keep my eyes from her pouting quim, the swelling lips of which, under the severity of the punishment it was undergoing, not only seemed to thicken but actually opened and shut and evidently throbbed with agony. But all this was highly exciting to me to witness. I there and then made it a resolution to have closer inspection at better opportunity, which did not fail me in the end.

Meanwhile, her spirit was wholly cowed-that is, crushed. Indeed, we were now thoroughly frightened and now knew what to expect if we did not behave ourselves. There was from now on no fear of any manifestation of temper, and we felt we must indeed obey implicitly whatever our governess chose to order. We instinctively learned to fear her.

A few days after this memorable whipping, some visitors arrived—a gentleman and lady. The gentleman was an old friend of mamma's, who had lately married, and mamma had asked them to visit her on their wedding tour and spent a short time with us.

The gentleman was a fine-looking man, tall and powerfully built; the lady rather delicate looking, but well shaped, with good breasts and shoulders, small waist, and spreading haunches, well-formed arms, small hands and feet, and very brilliant eyes.

I think it was about three days after their arrival that one afternoon I went into the spare room, which was occupied by these visitors; while there, I heard them coming upstairs. The lady entered first, and I had just time to slip into a closet and draw the door to; it was not quite closed, but nearly so. In a minute the gentleman followed, and gently shutting the door, locked it. Mrs. Benson smiled, and said—

"Well, my love, thou art a sad teaser; thou lodgest me no rest. Sure thou hadst enough last night, and this morning too, that thou can'st no sooner want it again?"

"Indeed I had not," he replied, "I can never have enough of thy sweet person. So come, we must not be long about it, or our absence will be observed."

He seized her round the waist, and drew her lips to his, and gave her a long, long kiss; squeezing her to him, and moving himself against her. Then seating himself, he pulled her on his knee, and thrust his hand up her petticoats, their mouths being glued together for some time.

"We must be quick, dear," she murmured.

He got up, and lifted her on the edge of the bed, threw her back, and taking her legs under his arms, exposed everything to my view. She had not so much hair on her mount of Venus as Miss Evelyn, but her slit showed more pouting lips, and appeared more open. Judge of my surprise when Mr. Benson unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out an immense cock. Oh dear, how big it looked; it almost frightened me. He placed the head with his fingers between the lips of Mrs. Benson's sheath, then letting go his hold, and placing both arms so as to support her legs, he pushed it all right into her to the hilt at once. I was thunderstruck that Mrs. Benson did not shriek with agony, it did seem such a large thing to thrust right into her belly. But far from screaming with pain, she seemed to enjoy it. Her eyes shone, her face flushed, and she smiled most graciously on Mr. B. The two seemed very happy. His big cock glided in and out very easily, and his hands pressed the big shiny buttocks and pulled them to him at each home thrust. This lasted nearly five minutes, when suddenly Mr. B. stopped short, and then followed one or two convulsive shoves—he grinning in a very absurd way at her. He remained quiet for a few minutes, and then drew out his cock, all soft, with slimy drops falling from it onto the carpet. Taking a towel, he wiped up the carpet, and wrapping it round his cock went to the basin and washed it.

Mrs. Benson lay for a few minutes longer all exposed, her quim more open than before, and I could see a white slime oozing from it.

You can hardly imagine the wild excitement this scene occasioned me. First, the grand mystery was at once explained to me, and my ignorant longings now knew to what they tended. After giving me plenty of time to realise all the beauties of her private parts, she slipped down on the floor adjusted her petticoats and smoothed the disordered counterpane, and then went to the glass to arrange her hair. This done, she quietly unlocked the door, and Mr. Benson went out. The door was then relocked, and Mrs. B. went to the basin, emptied and filled it, then raised up her petticoats, and bathed the parts between her legs with a sponge, and then rubbed all dry with a towel; all this time exposing everything to my ardent gaze. But, horror of horrors! she after this came straight to the closet and gave a slight scream on discovering me there. I blushed up to the ears, and attempted to stammer out an excuse. She gazed at me at first in silent wonder; but at last said—

"How came you here, sir, tell me?"

"I was here when you came up; I wanted my football, which was in this closet, and when I heard you coming, I hid myself, I don't know why."

For some minutes she seemed to consider and eye me attentively. She then said—

"Can you be discreet?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"You will never tell any one what you have seen?"

"No ma'am."

"Well, keep this promise, and I shall try what I can do to reward you. Now, go down stairs."

I went to the schoolroom, but I was greatly agitated. I scarce knew what I was doing. The scene I had witnessed had full possession of my mind. A boy in years, the mystery now all but explained to me had enflamed all the passions of a man. Instead of going through my lessons, my head kept running over and over with Mrs. B thrown back on the bed, her fine legs and thighs all in full view; above all, the pink gash with its fleecy hair at the bottom of her belly that I had viewed some minutes all agape and oozing out the slimy juice issuing from the amorous encounter they had been indulging in. It seemed so much more developed than Miss Evelyn's. I felt sure that Miss Evelyn could never take in such a thick long thing as Mr. B. had thrust into his wife, and yet it seemed to go in so easy, and move about so smooth, and so apparently to the satisfaction and utmost delight of both, as was prov'd by their ardent embracings, fond murmurs, and voluptuous movments, especially just before they both ceas'd together all movement whatever.