Chapter 5
My life at Coombe with Laura and Ruth-Reflections on the neighborhood-The danger of a village lad's lust swelling Laura's belly-resolve to cure Laura and Ruth of wanting boy-friends-How my two girls sought love in each others arms-Laura and Ruth head-to-tail-Mouths between each other's legs-I reprimand them gently for their excesses-Bare-bottomed smacking for Laura and Ruth followed by the consolations of the penis-Our love-triangle
You will understand that what I saw in Mr. Bowlers stable-yard revealed to me a world I had scarcely guessed at. Under English law a young scrubber like Noreen may easily be got into trouble by the magistrates and be sentenced to a period of detention. Yet they may, at their discretion, permit her to be employed in an approved establishment rather than a prison-though she is imprisoned there. It is the case in cities with the so-called Industrial Schools. In rural areas, one magistrate may put her to work for another, which might cause murmurs in the city but not in the countryside where there is such a close understanding between the gentry of the bench! Best of all, the magistrates may at any time "re-impose" her sentence which has the effect of doubling the length of time she is in the power of her master.
I confess that I much preferred my own situation with Laura and Ruth-as well as my sluttish Welsh maid, young Sian of the red hair. Yet a strapping young whore like Noreen has her attractions for a man. Perhaps it is only the challenge she presents and the need to whip her into obedience. I had much enjoyed seeing her broken-in. Though shocked at first by Noreen's screams under the whip, I had soon found them invigorating.
My own time was spent among the fine classical apartments of Coombe, as well as on the open terraces with their lawns and fountains. Did I have any unease about my two charming girls? Only that they would perhaps yield to some furtive randiness and get their bellies pumped up by a village yokel or one of the grooms.
Mr. Bowler had trained Noreen with his whip and so cured her of wanting boy-friends. I resolved to seek other ways. Laura was so pretty and Ruth so solemnly appealing that I was sure they would attract followers, even suitors for their hands in marriage. Far better that I should encourage them to seek love with one another and, at the appropriate moment, lend my own manhood to procure them relief!
It was so easy to spy on them that I was reluctantly obliged to conclude my cousin John Fortescue had been a consummate voyeur. My second bedroom adjoined theirs and I discovered a square mirror which was no less than a concealed window-two feet square-giving a clear view of all that happened on their beds. Another such window was built in the wall of their bathroom and one in the toilet. This last curiosity was explained when I found a little chair and an empty snuff-tin. The snuff was the very brand preferred by Mr. Snook who had apparently spent happy hours watching Laura and Ruth at their daily rituals. I did not begrudge the lewd old fellow such enjoyments as remained to him but I could not bring myself to spy upon the two girls there.
The bedroom was another matter. It was always Laura with the high-boned prettiness of her face and the page-boy sweep of auburn hair who undressed first at night. She never put on a nightgown but allowed the lithe grace of her young body to be naked. Young Ruth with her softer plumper curves and crop of fair curls was always more bashful and blushed just the slightest. As I watched them undress I ceased fondling the belly fleece and the firm sluttish cheeks of Sian's bottom and made her kneel before me. To make her suck while I watched the charming pair on the bed seemed to me an admirable way to pass a few hours of night.
Ruth was attired in jodhpur riding-trousers whose caramel colored cotton was smooth and taut over her innocent young thighs and soft bottom-cheeks. She undid the black waist-belt, pulled down her pants and drew her black singlet off over her head. Yet even now there was a reserve of modesty which made Ruth keep her panties on and also her white breast-halter.
Not wishing to frighten the younger girl, Laura came over to her and gently kissed Ruth on the lips, stroking the halo of fair curls with one hand. Seventeen-year-old Laura then took Ruth by the hand and led her tenderly towards the bed with all the care that might be shown to a virgin bride on her honeymoon night.
They lay down together, arms twined about one another, Laura's slimmer beauty quite naked, Ruth still in her breast-halter and briefs. Ruth responded to the kisses with which Laura teased and tickled her lips, yet she lay with her arms beside her as if prepared only to receive but not to give such caresses.
Pretty Laura shook back her auburn hair. Taking Ruth's hand she drew it over her own body, touching nipples, fondling the apple-firm cheeks of Lauras butt, caressing her legs, and finally being drawn between her slim thighs. While she kissed the sixteen-year-old girl, Laura used Ruth's fingers to masturbate herself on. I watched with great interest to see the outcome, wondering if Ruth with her soft and solemn beauty would revolt at the first feeling of love-juice on her hand. But Ruth's better nature prevailed. She could hear from Laura's sighs and loving murmurs how badly the slim and pretty girl needed this relief. Delightful child that she is, Ruth could not bear to cause her friend distress.
So, when Laura drew her own hand away, Ruth continued to masturbate her, still a little inexperienced but quickly learning the art by feeling Laura's tremors of excitement and hearing the other girl's moans of desires.
"Let me take your panties off and do it to you as well, Ruth," whispered Laura, "I promise you'll like it very much."
But still Ruth demurred with a nervous shake of her short crop of clustering curls. Laura knew better than to startle her prey by stripping Ruth against her will. Instead she began to fondle the soft full cheeks of Ruth's young bottom through the tight cotton web of her panties. Ruth accepted this soothing yet amorous caress. Slowly, Laura stroked the slight declivity in the seat of the tight cotton, where the two globes curved in to meet, her fingers lightly following the line of Ruth's crack. A moment more and, as I could see from the shivers and shudders of nervous excitement in Ruth's body, she had touched the rear of the soft pussy-flesh through the cotton web.
A stillness now seized the younger girl, her soft hips and thighs tense as she waited to see what it would be like. Laura could feel the soft swell of cunt-flesh in the elasticated cotton of Ruth's panties. She held it so gently in her hand for a while as if comforting a frightened bird. Very slowly, Lauras fingers began to move, playing lightly on the tight cotton gusset. Ruth let out a gasp of breath long held in. Her arms went round Laura and she clung tightly to her like a drowning child being rescued.
Laura, murmuring reassurance in her friend's ear, began to masturbate Ruth in her panties. Ruth sought Lauras mouth with her own, taking and receiving tongue, moaning and whimpering with love for the other girl.
Having a rear view of Ruth, I could see her soft butt-cheeks tightening and slackening rhythmically with the pleasure. She was also beginning to come a little-her lubrication had made her panties quite wet between the legs. That being so, she would be far more comfortable with them off. Laura eased them down and drew them off over Ruth's ankles. This time, Ruth made not the least protest. Indeed, she lifted her hips and then drew her feet clear of the briefs, one by one, to aid Ruth in undressing her. All this time she continued clinging to Laura and giving tongue until the tastes of each girl's mouth ran in the other's.
Laura is such a polite and smiling youngster that you would scarcely credit what a wicked little minx she can be in her pleasures. Yet the little bitch Laura was now in heat and nothing would restrain her. Playing between Ruth's legs, feeling the wet pussyfleece and the hot flesh bare under her fingers, Laura turned turtle, so that she lay head-to-tail with Ruth, each girl's face level with the lower belly of the other. Embracing Ruth's hips, Laura now began to lick and tongue-tickle the itching little clitoris, then to work her tongue between the vaginal lips. Ruth gave a frightened little scream at the intensity of the thrill but Laura held her firm. The long page-boy cut of her auburn hair spilt over Ruth's bare thighs and belly as she sucked her. At the same time, Laura's fingers took the soft plump cheeks of Ruth's bottom and pulled them apart. Ruth's fat little bottom has charms all its own and these were now put to the test. While Laura's tongue drove her wild between the legs, the older girl's fingers roused the sensitivity of Ruth's arsehole!
Imagine Ruth in this state, presented with Laura's slimmer hips and delectable thighs. She was still timid, to be sure. At first she could do no more than brush her lips over Laura's bare legs and flat young belly in grateful but uncertain kisses. At last, plucking up all her courage, Ruth gave a quick pouting kiss to Laura's clitoris. Laura shuddered and sobbed with gratitude. Ruth found that clitoris taste was not so repugnant as she had been made to believe. She kissed again, and then again, until it seemed that she found enjoyment for herself in what she was doing to Laura.
Each girl had in her nostrils the faint mineral odor of the other's arousal. Yet nature has decreed that what might be deplored if it filled the air at a polite dinner-table may be greatly exciting when both women are sexually roused. How else should a woman tolerate the scent of her own arousal with a man? So it was that Ruth became more adventurous and more demanding. They were equal partners now and there was nothing which either would hesitate to do to the other in the cause of sexual enjoyment.
A little while longer and they drew their legs up so that they presented their spread thighs and butt cheeks to each others mouths in an upward squat. They sucked cunt for quite half an hour, pausing only to delay the crisis of joy and make their arousal last as long as possible. In these intervals there was leg-licking and bottom-kissing. At first Ruth turned her crop of fair curls, her brown eyes and solemn young face a study in dismay at what Laura was doing to her. Laura had not only kissed the plump little cheeks of Ruth's backside but had pouted her lips between and kissed the forbidden anus itself. Yet even in this Ruth soon proved her equal and the hint of Lauras bottom was on her lips themselves.
I will not deny the effect of such delightful wrig-glings and sighings upon me. Sian was required, to kneel, to take my stiffness in her mouth and play her tongue upon it as I watched Laura and Ruth. Yet Sian is a common and sluttish girl with her fair sullen face, a type one might see many a window display to a passing stranger. Laura and Ruth offered something beyond that!
Such being the case, I resolved upon my plan. As the two charming doves billed and cooed upon the bed, I went quietly out and found the door of the room. As Master of Coombe I have a key for every lock. Sian, by the way, is a girl who masturbates every night in bed so it was quite safe to leave her to her own devices.
Opening the door softly, I entered without startling either of my little pigeons. They were so absorbed with each other as they began to suck again, filling the air with plaintive sighs and whimpers, that a bombardment of artillery would scarcely have disturbed them. In any case, I imagine they thought themselves quite safe from discovery behind their locked door. I was able to stand and watch them for a full minute before they realized that anything was amiss.
Each girl was getting close to the point of coming and that might easily spoil the game. I walked across the silent carpet and gave each a well-nigh simultaneous smack on the bottom.
"Stop that at once, you wicked girls!"
Oh, what a hypocrite I was, for I had no wish that they should stop such a charming display! However, what do you suppose they did? At first their bodies went rigid with dismay at having been caught in their secret vice. Yet Laura was almost too far gone to stop. Though I held her by the wrists, the pretty girl began to squeeze and writhe her bare thighs on her clitoris, as if frantic to bring herself off before she must answer for her crime.
"I shall deal with such conduct at once," I said, trying not to let the stiffness of my erection show through my trousers. "Is this how you treat my cousin Fortescue's charity towards you?"
"But it was Mr. Fortescue...." Ruth began, looking so sorry for herself.
"That will do, Ruth!" I said severely. You see, I had a very good idea now of exactly what it was that young Fortescue had been up to with his girls.
I refused to allow them to dress yet, even warning Ruth not to pull her panties up.
"I must first satisfy myself as to the lewd and immoral consequences of your act."
There was a most convenient easy-chair with a long seat. By reclining well back in it I was able to put both girls face-down over my knees, side by side. Ruth's solemn innocence and Laura's high-boned prettiness looked round at me as their heads drooped towards the floor on one side. Over my knees I confronted two arses, Ruth's fat little bottom and Lauras slimmer cheeks. Their bare legs and thighs stretched out to the other side, Laura's slender and graceful, Ruth's pale and fuller.
I made my inspection, my fingers first examining Laura between her thighs.
"I think you must have been masturbating for at least an hour, Laura. Why, how wet you are! Have you come yet? No? That is just as well. Slim and pretty girls are often the most immoral. We must see to it that your wickedness does not get you into trouble with a boy-friend. Perhaps if we make you bring yourself off every morning it will cool your blood for the rest of the day. Now I must part your bottom-cheeks, Laura. Ah, as I suspected! You like having your arsehole tickled, don't you, Laura? Well, at least you can do as you please with your bottom and not risk a swollen belly. ... And now Ruth. Such a solemn young face and yet I can feel that you like to masturbate just as much as Laura does. Come now, Ruth, no bashfulness about it! I stroke you a little with my fingers and you quiver already! Now I must inspect you between those fat little bottom-cheeks, Ruth. I think you've been doing something to yourself there as well...."
I informed them that I would spank each of them as they lay over my knees and then put them to bed. In their present state of arousal I was well aware that the smacking of my hand on their bare bottoms was likely to heat their desire rather than cool it. This suited my purposes to perfection.
I fondled Ruth's plump young buttocks for a moment and then-gave a hard and ringing smack upon them. I swear that this stung my hand as much as it did Ruth's backside. Yet the feel of her cool soft ass against my hand was so exciting that the girls must have felt my prick stir as they lay over my lap.
I spanked Ruth for ten minutes until her ass-cheeks were blushing deeply and writhing like a belly-dancer's. She cried out a good deal for I did sting her, I know. Yet it was the kind of sting which, as the Bard has it, resembles the lover's pinch, "which hurts and is desired."
Laura's turn came next. Being such a pretty girl you may be sure that she was spanked even harder. To be sure Laura gasped and squirmed her bottom. To prevent struggles I had made her lie with her hands folded under her and this occasioned a curious phenomena. While I was smacking Lauras bottom and enjoying the feel of its slim graceful cheeks under my hand, I became aware that her fingers were moving. At first I thought she might be trying to free her hands in order to struggle. I was soon proved wrong. The little bitch, the auburn-haired beauty, was plucking open my trouser buttons, drawing out my penis, and pumping it in her delicate hand to excite me while I spanked her! I swear that Ruth would have been incapable of such a thing.
The spanking stopped and Laura revealed to Ruth the sight of my manhood, stiff as pikestaff and with its red knob well swollen.
"Please," murmured Laura, writhing over my legs, "Punish us as Mr. Fortescue used to."
What could I do but agree? The word "punishment," you see, gave all the moral authority needed for what followed. They led me to the bed, where Laura knelt charmingly and drew off my pants. I stretched out upon it. Ruth lay across the bed so that her body was at right angles to me and I felt her crop of curls pillowed on my thighs as she gazed from a few inches at my prick and the weight of my balls. Her fingers began to play and, as I stiffened, I felt the delicious warm moistness of Ruth's mouth enclose my erection.
What of Laura? She arranged herself, lying higher up the bed than I. While Ruth sucked me, I was offered Laura's young belly and the opening of her thighs. Embracing her round the hips, I saluted her with warm passion, my lips browsing on such sleek and cool flesh. From time to time there was a change as she turned over and offered her rear to me. Then my lips brushed the slim bare cheeks of Laura's bottom. I fear she even felt the lingering sensation of my kisses between them.
How was this to end? It was Laura who sat astride my loins and took the upright penis deep between her legs. She rode like a beautiful "horse-breaker" in the saddle, throwing the page-boy cut of her auburn hair this way and that in her ecstasy. In order that Ruth should not be left out of the fun, she lay on her back, knees pulled up and the spread of thighs and backside offered to my kisses. So it was that while Laura's cunt rode exquisitely on my stiffness, I brought Ruth to her climax by pouting lips and darting tongue. What was best of all, our three crises came at almost the same moment-an achievement which stiffened me again rapidly and enabled me to give pretty Laura a second rogering almost at once. This time she lay with her back to me. I made use of her between her legs, then stretched Laura's arsehole and spent in her bottom, while she kissed and sucked Ruth to a second orgasm.
Such then had been John Fortescue's punishments! Small wonder if he effected little moral improvement in the case of his two riding-pupils! Yet I could not help reflecting on the contrast between life at Coombe and the different aspect of affairs on Mr. Bowler's estate. Do not mistake me. I had relished seeing Noreen broken in and my prick had been embarrassingly stiff throughout. Yet at Coombe the girls enjoyed themselves freely and eagerly. There was no talk of insolence and the need to break them in. In consequence, I received pleasures from Laura and Ruth which they gave freely and with a zest which Mr. Bowler would never expect from his shopgirls.
I am no prude and do not set myself up to judge such men as he nor Master Miles. Yet, believe me, I envy them nothing. To bugger Noreen, if I may take an extreme example, was always to make it an ordeal for her and to enforce her humiliation. She is a trollop and I daresay deserves it. Yet I had performed the same act with Laura amid mutual desire and passion, causing us both extreme pleasure. She was not humbled by it but gently and gratefully affectionate. So it was to be with Ruth when I enjoyed her young backside in a little while.
I mention this because I must now record an incident involving Mr. Bowler and his two girls Pat and Ange. They too had been driven to mutual affection. Yet what happened to them, as compared with the fate of Laura and Ruth, will show you clearly the different manner of doing things on the two estates. I do not apologise for chronicling the ordeals of Pat and Ange-or of Noreen either. We have a duty to speak of men and women as they are and not only as they ought to be.