by P. F. Kozak
“Sometimes.”
“Then you know a bit of what we do.” Pamela shifted on the sofa. The itching around her clitoris had intensified.
Lucy did not look up from her string of cranberries. Continuing to pierce each berry with the sewing needle, she answered, “You and the mister do go on.”
“He’s very forceful in his ways.”
“Do you like that, miss?”
“I do. He makes me tingle all over.”
“So does Jack. He’s quite the rooster, he is.”
“I expect he is. If you don’t mind my asking, what does he do that you like?”
Lucy giggled. “Miss Pamela, you shouldn’t be asking such a thing.”
“And why not? Peter asks me to do all sorts of things with him. I’m curious about what Jack asks you to do.”
Lucy blurted out, “He likes to feel my bubbies, he does! He’s all the time trying to squeeze them.”
Pamela sipped her tea and slid closer to Lucy. “Do you let him?”
“Depends. If no one’s around, I’ll give him a bit of titty.” Lucy glanced at Pamela’s chest. “I’m expectin’ the mister is fond of yours!”
Pamela giggled. “Lucy, he is a gentleman, but when it comes to getting a handful, I’d swear him to be a sailor from the docks!”
“I know he fancies bubbies, miss. Yours are fine ones, they are! He must be all over you.”
“Jack also has an eye for them. It is no surprise he is after yours. They are quite beautiful.”
“Thank you, Miss Pamela.”
“Would you mind if I touch them?”
“Miss Pamela!”
“Do you remember? You touched mine the day I asked you how best to control my urges, before Peter broke me.”
Lucy shifted on the sofa, moving a little closer to Pamela. “I remember, miss. You spent saying the mister’s name.”
“Lucy, could you please close the parlour door?”
“Certainly, Miss Pamela.”
While Lucy walked across the room to close the door, Pamela poured more tea and added yet another dollop of rum to their cups. She also set both bowls of cranberries on the floor.
When Lucy came back to the sofa, Pamela patted the spot beside her. “Sit here, Lucy.” Lucy sat next to Pamela, so close her apron draped across Pamela’s leg. Reaching across Lucy’s lap, Pamela picked up the teacup and handed it to Lucy. “I warmed the tea. Have a bit more.”
Lucy took the cup and again glanced at Pamela’s chest. “Miss, you can touch my bubbies if you want.”
Pamela caressed Lucy’s breasts with the back of her hand, as Peter had done to hers so many times over the last months. “And you can touch mine if you have a mind to touch them.”
Lucy reached out and ran her finger down the crevice between Pamela’s titties. “Miss, if I might ask, has the mister ever spent here, between them?”
“He did just last week, when I had my cycle.” Pamela took Lucy’s breast in her hand. “Does Jack with you?”
“He fancies rubbing almost as much as the mister.” Lucy’s face turned bright red and she pulled her hand away. “Oh, miss, it’s the rum. I spoke out of turn.”
Pamela put her arm around Lucy’s shoulders and pulled her close. “No, Lucy, you didn’t speak out of turn. I know Peter came to you for release before I came home.” Pamela continued to caress Lucy’s bosom. “I also know you sometimes listen to us. I’ve seen your shadow outside the library door.”
Lucy looked horrified. Clutching her apron, she appeared about to cry. “Oh, miss, please don’t tell the mister! He’ll sack me for sure.”
“Lucy, it’s all right. I won’t tell him. But you have to be more careful, so Peter doesn’t notice.”
“Miss Pamela, I won’t do it anymore, I promise.”
“I don’t mind. I rather fancy the idea that you enjoy listening to us.”
“You do?”
Pamela pinched Lucy’s nipple through her dress and Lucy sighed. “Do you remember when I touched myself that day, when I spent in front of you?”
“Oh, yes, miss, I remember quite well.”
“Do you ever touch yourself while you listen to us in the library?”
“I want to, but I wait till I get back to my room. I surely don’t want to get caught!”
Pamela leaned quite close to Lucy’s ear. “Do you ever tell Jack what you’ve heard?” Being so close to Lucy’s neck, Pamela had the urge to lick it, as she would Peter’s.
Lucy’s breathing changed as Pamela continued to knead her breast. “If the mister really wallops you, I’ll tell him. He likes to hear about when the mister takes the ruler to your bum.”
Pamela gave in to the compulsion to run her tongue along the side of Lucy’s neck, and then kiss her ear. “Does Jack spank you when you tell him the mister has spanked me?”
“Yes, miss. He gets randy when I tell him what I hear.”
“Does he? What else have you told him?”
“I told him how the mister rubs against your bum, instead of always putting it in you, so you don’t conceive. The mister gave Jack some sacks to catch his spunk, so we wouldn’t conceive. But since Jack fancies rubbing on my titties and bum, I let him, knowin’ I won’t get with child that way.”
Pamela sat up and began unbuttoning the front of her dress. “Sip your tea, Lucy.” Lucy did as Pamela asked. “Would you do something for me if I asked?”
“Miss Pamela, you know I will.”
“Will you let me rub my bare bubbies against yours?”
“Miss Pamela, are you drunk?”
“Perhaps. But I am more stirred than drunk. In school, the girls would sometimes touch each other. I haven’t had anyone here I could ask. But maybe we can.”
Lucy watched as Pamela undid her dress and lowered it to her waist. Her titties hung heavily in her camisole. Lucy stared at them as though in a trance. Slowly she reached up and untied the string holding up the bib of her pinafore apron. She unbuttoned her dress and then stopped. “Miss, there is nothin’ under my dress.”
Pamela understood. “That’s all right, Lucy.” With no hesitation, Pamela pulled off her camisole, allowing her bare breasts to tumble free. “Now, you.”
Lucy pulled her arms out of the sleeves and lowered the top of her dress, exposing her bare bosom. “Miss Pamela, I’ve never felt like this before, except with Jack.” She shyly looked away. “It feels good.”
“It feels good to me, too.” Picking up Lucy’s hand, she put it on her bare breast. “Lucy, touch my bubbies, the way Jack touches yours.”
“Miss, Jack touches them and he suckles.”
The itch between Pamela’s legs became a pulse-beat. “Would you like to suckle me, Lucy?”
Lucy squeezed Pamela’s breast, her fingertips sinking deep into the soft flesh.
“Oh, my, miss, could I?”
“It would excite me terribly, Lucy, to feel your mouth on me.”
Lucy leaned over and kissed the top of Pamela’s breast. With feather-soft kisses, she slowly moved down the curve of her bubbie. Pamela cupped Lucy’s breast in her palm, and then pinched her nipple. Lucy moaned, her warm breath heating Pamela’s skin. Sucking Pamela’s hard bud into her mouth, she made a sound like a kitten mewing at a mum cat’s teat. Pamela closed her eyes, losing herself in the carnal sensation.
Jack walks into the parlour, continue reading
Peter walks into the parlour
A male voice cut through their sapphic intimacy. “Well, now, isn’t this a fine kettle of fish?”
Lucy jumped so forcefully she nearly fell off of the sofa. Unsuccessfully pulling her apron bib over herself, she gasped out, “Jack Sims, what the bloody hell are you doing here?”
Jack stood in the doorway, holding his open flask of gin, and grinning at the two women. “Master Rennard told me to get the tub and bring it back straightaway. He wanted me to put up the tree, so Miss Pamela could do some decorating today.” He paused to belt back some gin before adding, “I’m to stop at the storage hous
e on my way to fetch him home.”
Pamela made no attempt to cover herself, rather enjoying the way Jack looked at her. Jack put the cap back on his gin. She pointed to his flask. “Aren’t you going to offer us some of that?”
Jack pointed to the open bottle of rum. “Seems you should be offering me some of that!”
“Jack!” Lucy could hardly contain her anger. “You’ll be getting us both sacked, you will!”
Pamela patted Lucy’s hand. “It’s all right, Lucy. No one is getting sacked. Jack is quite right. I should be offering him some of our tea.”
Still making no attempt to cover herself, Pamela held her teacup out to Jack. “Here, have a sip.”
Jack closed the parlour door. Coming over to the sofa, he took the cup. Smelling it, he said, “There ain’t much tea in this!” He drank it in one gulp.
Lucy watched Pamela closely. Seeing her lack of modesty, Lucy dropped her apron, fully exposing her breasts. “Miss Pamela, could I have some more?”
“Certainly, Lucy.” Lucy held up her teacup and Pamela poured more rum into it. “Lucy, perhaps Jack would care to sit between us.” Pamela slid over to the side. Lucy, following Pamela’s lead, slid to the other side. Patting the cushion between them, Pamela invited Jack to sit.
Setting his flask beside the open bottle, he helped himself to more rum. After filling the cup, he sat down between the two ladies. Raising his cup, he said, “Happy Christmas, Miss Pamela. Happy Christmas, Lucy.” He downed the contents of the cup and set it back on the tray.
Lucy sat on the edge of the sofa, glaring at Jack. “What the fecking devil do you think you’re doing?”
“Miss Pamela invited me to sit. So I sat.” He reached out and groped her bare breast. “Seems to me I should be asking you the same question. I didn’t know you fancied Miss Pamela.”
“You bleeding sod!” Lucy put down her cup and stood, trying to put her arms back into her dress.
Pamela quickly rose and went to her. “Lucy, wait!” Without regard to Jack sitting there watching, Pamela embraced Lucy. Their bare breasts touched and fire moved through Pamela’s chest. Holding her close, Pamela whispered, “Don’t leave.”
“He ruined it, miss. I can’t with him here.”
Pamela soothed her. “Yes, you can.” Responding to the compulsion that bubbled up inside of her, Pamela kissed Lucy full on the mouth. Obviously surprised by the contact, Lucy jerked to the side and fell back onto the sofa.
Lucy scrambled to stand and Jack held her down. “Lucy, mind yourself! If Miss Pamela wants to kiss you, it seems to me you should let her do it.”
Pamela, being too stirred and too drunk to think about the impropriety of her actions, knelt on the floor in front of Lucy. Bending forward, she tenderly kissed Lucy’s breasts. Imploring her to stay, she said, “Lucy, please, don’t leave. I adore how this feels, being with you like this.”
Pamela felt Jack’s hand on her arse, pulling at her skirt. She could hardly believe it when he said, “Lucy, wouldn’t you fancy watching Miss Pamela spend?”
Lucy took a deep breath. “Miss, he means it. If you don’t want him to touch you, you best be telling him to sod off!”
Pamela did not respond. Instead, she leaned against Lucy, their breasts pressing together. Wrapping her arms around Lucy’s neck, she kissed her again. This time, Lucy did not resist. She returned the kiss. Pamela lost herself in the kissing, and pushed her tongue into Lucy’s mouth.
Jack lifted Pamela’s skirt and petticoat. Pamela opened her legs wider, so Jack could wedge his hand between her legs. “Play with her bubbies, Lucy. I’ll tickle her clit.”
Lucy grabbed one of Pamela’s dangling titties and pinched her nipple. Pamela moaned. She felt Jack looking for the opening in her knickers. Immediately upon finding it, he pushed his hand inside and tickled her vulva with his fingertips. Pamela pressed down on his hand. “Lucy, Miss Pamela wants it bad.”
Lucy pinched her nipple again. She breathed her question into Pamela’s mouth. “Do you, miss? Do you want Jack to rub you?”
“Merciful heaven, yes, Lucy, I do.”
“Do you want him to paddle your bottom first?”
“Oh, Lucy, yes!”
“Jack, Miss Pamela likes to be walloped. She wants you to slap her bum.”
“Well, now, is that a fact?” Jack gestured to Lucy to have Pamela bend over the back of the sofa.
“Miss, Jack is willing, if you kneel over the back of the sofa.”
Pamela crawled onto the sofa. Kneeling on the cushion, she leaned over the back, with her arse up in the air. Her titties dangled heavily from her chest.
Jack tucked her skirt into the waist of her dress. “Lucy, take her drawers off.”
Before pulling them down, Lucy asked, “Miss, is it all right if you are bare?”
Pamela’s clitoris throbbed between her legs. “It is quite all right, Lucy. It excites me.”
Lucy peeled Pamela’s knickers down her legs and pulled them off. Pamela opened her legs wide, in anticipation of the spanking. Jack opened his trousers, exposing his rock-hard cock. Pulling off his belt, he instructed Lucy, “Go around and kiss her. She’ll like that.”
“You ain’t going to fuck her, Jack!”
“The guvner will take care of that bit of business. I’m going to fuck you, my fuckable bit of stuff. Miss Pamela can watch, if she has a taste for it.”
“You feckin’ bugger! You’re as ornery as a tomcat!”
“With what I walked in on, I have a right to be!” Jack folded his belt in half and brought it down across Pamela’s arse. Pamela groaned.
Lucy, now in a state herself, chastised him as she went around in front of Pamela. “Don’t you be leavin’ no marks that the mister will see!”
“I’ll be easy on her.” He smacked her again.
Lucy retrieved a chair and sat down in front of Pamela. “Are you all right, miss?” Pamela nodded. “Would you like me to kiss ya and pinch your bubbies?”
Pamela whispered, “Yes…” just as Jack whacked her again. The sting shot through her and she lurched forward.
“Jack!” Lucy snapped at him. “You said you’d be easy on her.”
“I am. Ain’t it obvious she’s wantin’ this?”
Pamela managed to say, “He’s right, Lucy. I’m on fire. Kiss me.”
Lucy did kiss her, sweeping the inside of Pamela’s mouth with her tongue. Each time Jack brought the belt down on her bum, the scorching heat between her legs grew hotter. Lucy twisted her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, drawing the heat into her chest.
Gasping for air, Pamela pulled her mouth away from Lucy’s. “Lucy, I want to watch Jack fuck you. Are you willing?”
“Oh, yes, miss. I would fancy a good poke right now.”
“Let’s switch places.”
Lucy scurried around the sofa. Jack brought the belt down on Pamela’s arse one more time before helping her stand. Pamela wobbled. “Miss, can you manage?” Jack held her arm as Lucy took off her drawers and knelt on the sofa where Pamela had been. She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs wide, as Pamela had done.
“I’m quite all right, Jack. But I do need to spend.”
Jack grinned. “I’d be happy to oblige, miss.”
“I’m sure you would. I can manage myself while you take care of Lucy.”
“Certainly, miss.”
Pamela went round to the back of the sofa and sat in the chair. Knowing that both Lucy and Jack could see her plainly, she pulled her skirt up and slipped her fingers into her slick pussy.
Unexpectedly, Jack cracked the belt against Lucy’s arse. “Loosen it up, my sweet biscuit.” Jack slapped her again. “Open your arse up for me, like you have before. I’m going to have me a bit of bum.”
“Good Lord, Jack, you’re not!”
Jack cracked her again. “Oh, yes, Lucy, I am. Your tight arsehole is begging for some cock.”
Pamela saw him watching her frig herself. She pressed her stinging bum against
the seat of the chair and propped her feet on the back of the sofa. With her legs spread wide for both Lucy and Jack to see, she pushed two fingers into her cunt.
“You see, Lucy, Miss Pamela wants to see me give it to you up the arse.” He tossed his belt onto the sofa. He cupped her vulva in his hand. “Your pussy is so frigging wet, you got plenty to grease up your arse.” With his fingers coated with Lucy’s moisture, he shoved three fingers into her arse. “Relax, Lucy. You know it hurts if you tighten up.”
Pamela diddled her clit, anticipating the sodomy. Lucy’s titties jiggled as Jack finger-fucked her arsehole. Lucy closed her eyes and moaned. Withdrawing his fingers, Jack slapped Lucy’s arse several more times, kneading her bum between each slap. Cupping his hand under her cunt again, he took her wet to slick up his cock.
Positioning himself behind Lucy’s arse, he positioned the tip of his prick against her anus. When the tip of his cock entered her arse, Lucy groaned loudly. Pamela finger-fucked herself watching Jack slide his prick into Lucy’s bum.
When he had his cock buried deeply into her rectum, he reached around and grabbed her titty. “I’m going to fuck you until Miss Pamela spends. You best be watching her frig herself real close, now. Maybe you’ll have yours when she does.”
Lucy focused her eyes on Pamela’s cunt while Jack rammed his prick into her arse.
The scalding heat in Pamela’s belly could barely be contained as she watched Lucy being fucked. Jack showed no mercy, as he forcefully buggered her. Lucy pushed her bum back each time Jack rammed his prick into her. Delirious with arousal, Lucy climaxed. She squealed and dug her fingers into the back of the sofa, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Lucy in the throes of her ecstasy triggered Pamela’s release. She jabbed her fingers deep into her cunt and lifted her arse off of the chair. Pamela moaned softly, her pelvis thrust upward as waves of pleasure washed through her body. She opened her legs wide for Jack to see.
Lucy had gone limp over the back of the sofa. Jack continued to pound himself into her arse while staring at Pamela’s cunt. When he emptied himself into Lucy, he shouted, “Cunting hell! Yes!” and banged his prick into her arsehole half a dozen times.
Pamela drifted back to reality and lowered her legs. Jack still had Lucy pinned over the back of the sofa, his cock buried in her arse. Lucy had her eyes closed. “Lucy?” Pamela stroked her breast. “Are you still in there?”