The Young Governess

by Phoebe Gardener

  “Go to Henri. Go Kate, go to him.” Vincent Barchester spoke as if he were talking to his favourite dogs.

  Kate’s head swam and she felt her cunt contract furiously when she saw the young Frenchman’s tremendous cudgel of a cock – now fully extended beneath his flat-muscled, hairy belly.

  “Go on, Kate, he won’t bite,” Molly called to her. “Play with him. He loves to have someone to sport with his cock. Go on, give it a squeeze. It’s a beauty, is it not?”

  Sliding off the stool, Kate knelt beside Henri in the clean straw. Her hand reached up under him to touch, lightly caress and then hold that fantastically hard prick in her hand. She felt it swell as her fist moved slowly along its thick warm length. It was greater, thicker and longer than she thought any cock could ever be. It was a prick that any man would be proud to own.

  Shaking with pure sensual delight, Kate looked up at Vincent Barchester and Molly as they watched her and the handsome young Frenchman. Lord Barchester moved behind Molly, his cock sticking between her legs, that purplish knob thick and swollen as it protruded out from under Molly’s pink-lipped cunt. Molly bent forward just a bit and Lord Barchester bent his knees, guiding the head of his cock up and into Molly’s juice-dripping fanny. It was evident from the ease with which they established their connection, that they had done this many times before. He straightened up slowly, forcing more and more of his cock into Molly until it was buried to the balls in her fat, pink-lipped slit. Gripping Molly by the tits, he began to fuck her with fast, deep thrusts, his eyes as well as Molly’s fastened on Kate playing with Henri’s outrageously large cock.

  Molly, her body angled slightly forward, her arms tight around her partners as they encircled her waist, responded to Lord Barchester’s fucking with equally wild backward thrusts of her hips. She twisted her arse and ground it frantically as Lord Barchester jammed the full length of his long thick prick deep into her with each violent plunge of his hips. Suddenly he stiffened, deep rasping groans coming from him as he drove his shaft as far up into Molly’s cunt as he could, then as Molly gasped, his body shook. Utterly fascinated and aroused, Kate looked on as the thick white juices dripped out of Molly’s widely stretched cunt, and as she watched, her loins quivered and she almost came herself.

  When Lord Barchester pulled his soft, limp, sperm- and juice-covered prick out of Molly’s snatch, the flood of their combined loads poured out of her cunt in a little stream and trickled down the soft insides of her thighs. Excusing herself, Molly left to go out to clean herself up. When she had gone, Lord Barchester came over and knelt beside Kate.

  “I’m sorry but I got so excited watching you fool around with Henri’s cock, I just had to do something to get rid of the spunk I had in my balls. Kate, I know this will sound a little strange to you but I would like you to give Molly’s cunt a good gamming.”

  “You mean, kiss and lick her fanny?”

  “Exactly. She loves to be gammed by another woman. She likes you and would love it if you did that to her and made her spend.”

  “I’ll be happy to,” Kate agreed, excited even more by the prospect of sucking the beautiful Molly’s cunt. “But just please let me have Henri gam my cunt first,” she said, a little unsure of this new terminology. “I’m just wild for it and can’t wait to feel his tongue on and in my cunt.”

  “Certainly. You go right ahead and you’ll get the tongue lapping of your life.”

  Laying back, Kate spread her legs apart, her fanny mouth opening wide.

  “Suck, Henri. Suck me,” she whispered throatily to the Frenchman, even though she knew he could not hear her, looking into his beautiful deep brown eyes. “Lick my cunt. Oh place your lips on my cunt and suck me…”

  The Frenchman moved up between her legs and she trembled violently when she felt and heard him sniff at her dripping wet cunt. Kate cried out, her body arching as the Frenchman’s tongue lapped at her twat with long, rapid licking motions. She could feel the pubic hairs around her cunt being matted flat at the Frenchman lapped avidly at her pulsating, pink-lipped gash.

  Kate cried out with delighted desire as the Frenchman parted her labia with a strong, active tongue and started to lick furiously at her cunt. Reaching down she helped him by holding open the soft folds of her cuntmouth. A low cry of sheer rapture came from her when she felt that acutely sensitive flesh being serviced by his deliciously agile tongue. Her body arched and jerked when it penetrated deeper than she would have thought possible. He created such exquisite pleasure with his few inches of muscled flesh that Kate wondered what he could do with that altogether larger part of his sexual anatomy that she was sure shook and quivered between his thighs. Henri tensed and flicked his tongue back and forth across her clitoris then dived down to the pucker of her little brown anus. He could make his tongue broad or pointed, it could delve or tickle and she felt their combined fluids drip down to the split of her buttocks. She was tremendously excited now, her hips bucking and humping as she was caught up in the swirling world of furious and overpowering lustful desires. A scream ripped from her and she twisted and squirmed as her body was assaulted by wave after wave of the most intense pleasure.

  After the powerful spasms had ebbed, Kate collapsed on the floor as Henri licked up her flowing juices. Turning her head she saw Molly standing there, staring at her, a look of highly aroused sensuality on her pretty face. Oddly enough, Kate felt a reawakening of a new desire as she looked at Molly’s beautiful, creamy-skinned body. Her hips swayed sensuously, her hard-nippled tits bounced thrillingly as she came over to Kate.

  “Oh, Kate, you have such a lovely body,” Molly whispered, her breath coming in short, hard gasps. “A real woman you are, so shapely and so sweet. Did you enjoy having Henri lick your fanny, Kate? I love having him do mine. But I’d like you to lick it even better.”

  Kate’s blood raced at the erotic invitation in Molly’s smouldering eyes and husky voice. She dropped her eyes to that copper-fleeced slit, seeing the soft, serpentine, coral pink lips peeking through the reddish-gold covering of silky hair. Unconsciously Kate’s hips began to undulate and lift and fall not wanting Henri to stop that wonderful, sensual licking of her fanny. She was so hot and bothered, so furiously excited that she breathed heavily, almost panted, without knowing it.

  “Why don’t you come over here?” Kate husked, staring into Molly’s eyes, her mouth open in the shape of a half-fulfilled kiss. “Come down with me and I will love that dear, delectable fanny of yours.” She smiled archly. “If you would permit me to, that is?”

  “Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Molly groaned sinking to her knees in front of the panting Kate. Raising herself slightly she spread her legs wide and straddled the little milking stool, her wet juicy twat poised directly over Kate’s head.

  Looking up, Kate felt a surge of need and voluptuousness seize her at the sight of the aroused, glistening maw of Molly’s luscious fanny. Her senses were aflame with a driving desire and her mouth filled with saliva as Molly lowered that delectable looking cunt slowly down to her reaching mouth.

  Yet again, the young governess found herself wondering if she were not truly more attracted to her own sex. There was no doubt that she was tremendously excited and oddly stimulated by the almost overpowering musky odour of Molly’s hot wet cunt, by the sight of those puffy lips opening like some beautiful, exotic hothouse flower as she touched them with the tip of her tongue. The taste of those salty sweet cunt juices ignited Kate’s sexual impulses. Her tongue slid along those warm, spongy lips, then when Molly reached between her thighs to pull open that thrilling cunt mouth, Kate plunged her tongue deep into the hot warm recesses of the redhead's sweet tasting cunt, licking and lapping voraciously at that slippery cavern of delight.

  As Kate poked and licked her tongue deep within Molly’s twitching cunt, she thrilled to the thought that only a few moments before, Lord Barchester’s manly prick had plumbed its very depths, before shooting his thick manly spunk inside. Indeed she believed she could detect the residu
al traces of his sperm in the plentiful juices that continually filled her mouth. Kate’s lips closed hard around the redhead’s thick, hard clitoris. The sounds of soft, sobbing cries, the jerking undulating of Molly’s hips and the taste of those flowing cunt juices had Kate lost in a sea of raw, unequivocal, lesbian lust.

  She fucked the randy girl’s twat with her tongue using it as if it were a cock, thrusting and darting in and out, flicking hard across Molly’s elongated, pulsing clitoris, feeling it throb between her lips as she sucked hungrily on it. The feel and taste of Molly’s sex, hearing the harsh, guttural cries of ecstasy the strangled moans of pleasure inflamed Kate’s own lust more than ever.

  The way her head was bent back, Kate could see Lord Barchester. He was standing there and Kate’s heart hammered when she was shocked to see Henri standing in front of him, avidly licking his master’s stiff swollen prick. There was no doubt that the French manservant’s tongue was having the same erotic effect on Lord Barchester as it had when he had gammed her.

  Her breath burned in her throat when she saw Lord Barchester’s knees bend and his burly body stiffen. His hand held his leaping pulsating prick, his face contorted with sexual strain as the long, clever tongue of the Frenchman licked faster and more furiously at the swollen red knob and the shaft behind it.

  Lord Barchester’s eyes were fastened on the two women as Kate’s wild cunt-lapping was inspired by the bizarre sight in front of her. Molly’s hips undulated faster and harder now as she mashed her wet cunt down harder against Kate’s sucking, licking mouth.

  A wild, almost animal cry came from Lord Barchester, forcing Kate to turn and once more look at the bizarre coupling. She was just in time. Lord Barchester gave a gasping cry of agonized rapture, his entire body stiffening and Kate’s eyes opened wide when she saw the thick heavy creamy white sperm shoot fiercely out of the reddened glans of his taut-skinned cock to spatter on the straw-strewn floor. The first spurt went halfway across the room over the Frenchman’s head, each spurt falling lower and lower until one long stringy drop slipped from the tip of his prick.

  It was the first time Kate had ever seen a man spend from having his cock sucked and licked to ejaculation and the weirdness of it, the wild erotic shock triggered off another cunt rending orgasm in her.

  As her furious spasms died, Kate could feel Molly’s body tremble, her cunt rolling back and forth across Kate’s mouth as the big-breasted redhead went wild, also affected by the bizarre spectacle of Lord Barchester made to spend by the Frenchman’s tongue.

  Kate could feel her cunt contracting fiercely around her tongue as she spent.

  Opening her mouth wide, Kate sucked in and swallowed the sweet tasting elixir that ran down from Molly’s fanny. Her throat gulped furiously as that sweet, warm sticky stream flowed down into her mouth.

  Feeling Molly pull up and off of her, Kate looked up. There was a look of something more than violent sexual arousal on Molly’s face. So moved was she by the experience of Kate’s lovemaking that she was actually crying with lust and emotion.

  “I want to suck and tongue and gam you,” she sobbed. “I want to suck your cunt. Please. Let me gam your fanny.”

  Kate lay on one of the thin mattresses while Molly arranged herself above her in classic soixante-neuf position. Kate could feel soft, warm, slightly moist lips kissing and sucking gently on her cunt lips, driving Kate to a high pitch of sexuality. The almost hungry lapping of Molly’s lips and tongue at her juicy fanny only made Kate hornier. Reaching up to hold the other’s bucking hips, she rubbed her hands across the smooth cheeks of Molly’s creamy, rolling arse as Molly licked sucked and tongued voraciously, uttering unintelligible sounds mingled with the slurping sounds of raw lust, her tongue lavishing exquisite sensations on Kate’s tender gash.

  Suddenly, Kate felt Molly lift herself off and before she knew what was happening, felt herself turned over on her stomach. Kate’s body jerked in erotic shock when she felt Molly part the cheeks of her arse then insert her stiffened tongue deep into Kate’s critically sensitive arsehole. She licked up and down the inside of Kate’s thighs then flipped Kate over onto her back again, panting and moaning as she licked at the hot juiciness of the stable’s newest recruit.

  “Ohhh… I loves gamming a nice hot sweet-tasting fanny,” Molly gasped, almost tearfully, her fingers digging deep inside Kate’s vagina, rubbing her blood engorged tender clitoris excitingly with hard rolling, pinching and pulling actions. “I want to eat and eat and suck your juicy pretty fanny and make you spend in my mouth. Oh, it is such a beautiful cunt. So nice and pink and wet. Oh, Kate my darling, now! I’m going to sp-spend!”

  Kate held the passionate younger girl tight, feeling her quiver and then tense, shaking and shuddering as she came. Her body trembled wildly as the involuntary spasms seized her, then with a weak, quavering gasp she relaxed, rolling off Kate and onto her side. Kate was surprised: she realised that Molly had achieved her climax even though she had not even had a chance to repay the redhead’s ardent oral kisses. How curious, she thought: even though Molly was sucking me, it was she who spent, not I.

  Kate, her own desires and passion now fully reawakened, though unfulfilled, lay there breathing hard. Her eyes lifted to look at the Frenchman who had silently watched the entire erotic episode with Molly. Now he lay close to them on the other thin mattress and Kate looked on as he slowly jerked his furiously swollen phallus. The way he gazed intently, pleadingly into her eyes, the way the foreskin moved on and off the gigantic purplish-red head of his uncircumcised cock as he worked his surprisingly delicate fingers up and down its huge shaft, all conspired to inflame and excite the very core of Kate’s libido. When Molly got up and went to refresh herself in the washroom, Kate turned towards him, lying on her front and raised herself up, cupping her chin in her hands. Vincent Barchester looked on as he lounged by the door of the stall.

  Kate instinctively knew what she had to do now. Jumping up and going over to kneel beside him, she ran one hand back and forth across that hot throbbing steel-hard prick, while her other cupped and fondled his huge balls. With the desire to feel this rigid huge shaft in her cunt, Kate knelt in front of him on her hands and knees.

  “Fuck me, Henri. Fuck me. Mount me and put your cock in me and fuck me like the bitch that I am, a young bitch in heat. Get up and put that big Frenchie’s prick of yours in my cunt. Oh Henri. Fuck me… fuck me… but don’t spend inside me… I don’t wish to be with child! J’ai creinte de devenir enceinte,” she mouthed at him in her schoolmistress French. To her relief, Henri was able to read her lips and understood. He smiled and nodded reassuringly.

  She tensed when she felt the handsome Frenchman mount her from behind, his long, muscular arms locking around her middle. Kate could feel the rubbery head of his enormous prick probing to find her open slit. A long shaking ecstatic cry of sheer bliss rose in her throat when she felt the entire length of that beautiful, thick, steel-hard prick jam into her with one thrusting motion. His balls were already swollen and his hairy scrotal sack was tight around the end of his shaft , adding to the sensations, the exquisite friction, that created unprecedented thrills for Kate as Lord Barchester’s manservant began to fuck her in earnest.

  She gloried in the fantastic feelings that flooded her as the deaf-mute fucked her with long, powerful, incredibly fast strokes that drove the head of his cock deep into the innermost recesses of her clinging, clasping cunt. It was unlike any other fucking she had ever had. The man’s prick was fully as thick but longer than Sir Bradley’s. Moreover he fucked her at a pace that, had it been the baronet’s, he would have spent within a few minutes. Yet the Frenchman just went on and on, the tempo and rhythm of his rapid in and out thrusts never slacking or slowing.

  Moaning and sobbing with sheer nerve tingling delight, Kate revelled in the perverse excitement of being fucked by this virile young man in front of his older master. She held her hips and bottom motionless as the Frenchman fucked her skillfully and expertly, burying the fu
ll length of his phenomenal prick, that incredibly stiff shaft, deeper and harder into her at a fantastic speed. The feel of his huge ball sac rubbing against the swollen split of her cuntlips had Kate sobbing with delighted rapture.

  Looking up through lust-fogged eyes, she saw Molly and Lord Barchester staring wide-eyed at her being screwed. Molly had Lord Barchester’s huge erection in her hand, jerking him off with slow steady strokes.

  “Look at him go,” Molly gasped excitedly. “Look at him fuck her sweet little fanny. Oh Vincent, my darling, let me suck your cock or fuck me while we watch Henri fuck that beautiful cunt.”

  Molly sank to her knees in front of Lord Barchester, turning him sideways so they could both watch the Frenchman screwing Kate. Her mouth opened wide to encompass the thick swollen knob on the end of Lord Barchester’s prick. Her hands gripped him by the cheeks of his arse, pulling him closer as her mouth slid back and forth along that thick veined cock.

  “How… long… can… he… fuck?” Kate gasped.

  “That rascal can go on for about twenty or twenty five minutes,” Lord Barchester grunted, his body jerking as Molly sucked on his prick. “Once he fucked Molly for thirty five minutes.”

  “I… don’t… think… I… can… take… much… more. His cock… it’s so… big… it’s… wearing… out my… cunt.”

  “Don’t worry,” Lord Barchester gasped, his hands gripping Molly’s bobbing head. “I can tell that it won’t be long before he finishes.”

  The Frenchman’s prick seemed to grow even thicker and longer, his in-and-out strokes getting faster and Kate, who had already spent several times, could feel a massive orgasm, a truly great one, building up inside her stretched fanny.