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Devon Cream

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by Aishling Morgan


  It was the cider-making that had provided the excuse for all six girls to congregate at the farm. Mrs Arrish had done no more than pass a brief remark about frivolity and request that she be supplied a peck of cider when it was ready. The girls had gathered in festive mood, been milked quickly in the morning, spent the day cider-making and then enjoyed a more leisurely milking in the evening.

  Polly had gone first, then taken each in turn to the dairy while the others chattered and helped Octavia with the preparation of the evening meal. Inevitably some of the girls had become excited, especially May, who was her mother’s favourite and a touch spoilt, yet shared fewer sexual favours than the others. That a measure of sex occurred was accepted but seldom mentioned, and then mainly by Octavia, who lacked the others’ morals. May had been milked in the nude and afterwards was notably excited, not even troubling to replace her drawers. Now she sat joking with the others as they waited for their meal, her bottom bare on the hard kitchen stool and her round, orange-sized breasts naked and erect-nippled above the table edge.

  So the situation remained during the meal, which Octavia deliberately spun out. She served stew and then apple pie and finally cheese, all the while ensuring that the girls’ mugs were seldom empty of cider. Outside the windows, the light faded until it became necessary to light the lamps. At this, Eliza became worried, pointing out that they were expected back at Ermecombe and that it promised to be an exceptionally dark night.

  Octavia made light of Eliza’s concern, offering them the chance to stay the night. Eliza responded by pointing out that her mother disapproved of Octavia and was likely to view staying at the farm as evidence of disobedience, if not downright immorality. Octavia merely laughed and pointed out that a smacked bottom was better than a broken leg in some lonely ditch along the track to Ermecombe.

  More cider was drunk, the girl’s inhibitions slipping away with the drink and the warmth of each other’s companionship and their shared secret. Finally Polly insisted on bed, at which Octavia demanded that a memento be made of the evening. After a great deal of drunken giggling, the photographic apparatus that had been supplied by Squire Maray was set up. When it was ready, the table was moved and the girls lined up. At Octavia’s insistence, Polly took out her breasts, leaving all six of them topless. Octavia then set the timing device and the group was photographed, six naked or near-naked girls, faces flushed and smiling, plump breasts thrust out to make the best possible show of their size and firmness.

  At Eliza’s joking comment on how terrible the retribution would be if the photograph were ever discovered, a second line was arranged. The five girls bent over the table, May quite bare, her sisters and Polly with their drawers open to expose full white bottoms and furry quims peeping out between chubby thighs. Each looked back over her shoulder, with expressions either cheeky or alarmed, as if at the prospect of a spanking. Octavia put in a new plate, set the timer and then joined them, throwing up her skirts to add her own bare rear view to the row of pretty, naked bottoms.

  They went upstairs in fits of giggles and prepared for bed with numerous pinched bottoms and squeezed breasts. A brief pillow-fight ensued, which ended with Judy Arrish being given a playful spanking across her oldest sister’s lap. Nevertheless, it was done on the bare bottom and, by the end, Judy was squeaking and kicking her legs. The others laughed at the sight while Becky gave an imitation of one of her mother’s lectures on why the spanking was necessary.

  At last they retired, the three older Arrish sisters sharing what had once been Lias’s bed, while May climbed in between Polly and Octavia. In the warm dark of the bed, Octavia allowed her hands to stray to the sweet curves of May’s bottom and met no resistance. Instead, the little rump was pushed out, welcoming Octavia’s hand between the cheeks. May sighed as a finger touched the tight bud of her anus and Octavia felt Polly turn in the bed. For the next hour, eager fingers and mouths explored, touching, kissing and licking, both Octavia and Polly taking full pleasure in May. Fingers were put into wet, open quims and even inserted up tight, hot bottom-holes. May came with Octavia licking her and Polly sat over her face, plump quim pressed to the younger girl’s mouth. Far from feeling used, she insisted on returning the favour, licking first Polly and then Octavia to orgasm while they fondled and suckled each other’s breasts. Finally they settled down, all three quite naked, arms curled around one another to rest on soft flesh without trace of restraint or embarrassment.

  Octavia walked briskly across the moor, thinking happy and mischievous thoughts of the four Arrish sisters being upended one by one over their mother’s knee. They had left the farm hurriedly after the morning’s milking, yet it was likely that each would be spanked on her return. As it was a Sunday, even Becky would be expected at home and so not be spared her punishment. With luck, Polly, who had driven them in, would receive the same ignominious treatment.

  She laughed aloud at the thought of her friend’s big white bottom wobbling, bare and flushed, beneath Mrs Arrish’s spanking hand. The result, inevitably, would be the chastisement of her own bottom by Polly, which she always enjoyed, and which was always all the better if Polly’s indignation was genuine. The girls, although they would be hurt and sulky immediately afterwards, would undoubtedly come to enjoy the after-effects of their punishments in the long run.

  In the distance, the bells of Kerslake church chimed, bringing her mind back to more immediate pleasures. The yoke was across her neck, with the weight of a full two pecks of milk pressing down on her shoulders. The remainder had been reserved for making other girl’s milk products, of which she was glad as the weight was quite enough to bear across the uneven moor path.

  Neither of the Marays was away, but the squire would be attending church. That would mean that Jervis would be alone in the house, and inevitably he would want to take advantage of Octavia when she arrived. Since their first meeting, he had enjoyed her many times, always brusque, always passionate, and always using what Polly described as ‘ungodly language’. He had even buggered her, taking her anal virginity as she lay naked over a pile of decaying grass clippings. To Octavia, it was simply further evidence of his passion, and little different from the way Lias had treated her for years. She was also sure that, despite what Polly said, he would eventually ask her to marry him.

  Arriving at the manor, she took the churns to the pantry and then called out to draw attention to herself. There was no response but, as she entered the hall, she became aware of a faint splashing noise coming from upstairs. Imagining that Jervis was in the bath, she ascended the staircase and made her way quietly to the bathroom, all the while thinking of his wet, naked body and what he would do to her for bursting in on him. Reaching the door, she gave the handle a sudden twist and thrust it open, only to stop dead with her mouth wide in surprise.

  Not Jervis, but Squire Maray sat in the bath. His spindly body was half submerged in milk. His eyes were wide and shone with a deranged glee. His hands were pulling at an erect penis liberally smeared with butter. For a moment, he continued his frantic masturbation, then looked suddenly around, directly at her.

  ‘Oh,’ Octavia managed, after an embarrassed pause.

  The squire’s face went through a range of expressions: surprise, pleasure, craftiness. Octavia responded with a nervous smile.

  ‘Please do not be alarmed, my dear,’ the squire said suddenly, as if concerned that Octavia might run away. ‘This is an essential part of my regime, as recommended by Dr Appleby. Milk baths and a vigorous rub down of the more sensitive areas with butter – human butter, needless to say. It is most efficacious.’

  Octavia had had her doubts about the squire’s ‘regime’ since the first day he had demanded to rub his cock between her breasts while she milked herself. Not that his desire to so indulge himself surprised her. Living with Lias had long taught her the efforts men would go to in order to have their cocks attended to, and she supposed that the squire might well need sexual relief simply from the thought of what she and the other
girls did for him.

  ‘Would you like me to help?’ she offered, casting a quick glance to the furiously erect penis and taut sac of balls that rose above the surface of the milk.

  ‘That would, I believe, be suitable,’ he answered. ‘Yes, perhaps if you would be kind enough to disrobe? There will be the normal fee, of course.’

  He went back to his masturbation as she stripped, nursing his erection and watching her all the while. With only stockings on beneath her dress, she was soon naked, at which he gave an approving nod.

  ‘Now, my dear, if you would climb aboard,’ he instructed. ‘Face to the front, and with your delightful bosom above my head.’

  She complied, getting up on the bath and leaning over him, then changing position according to his instructions. By the time he was satisfied, her body was in a quite ludicrous position. Her face was pressed to the taps of the bath, her breasts dangling into his face, while her legs were cocked apart at an awkward angle that left her bottom stuck high in the air and her sex directly over his penis.

  ‘Wonderful,’ the squire declared. ‘Now if you could shake your torso, all would, I feel, be exactly in order.’

  Octavia did her best to obey, moving her shoulders so that her breasts wobbled from side to side and slapped against his face. He gave a groan of pleasure and the wet slapping noise she had heard at first began once more. She braced herself, hoping that he would not take long as her position was intensely uncomfortable.

  As he masturbated the milk splashed about, wetting her belly, thighs and sex. He began to groan and his arm came up around her shoulders, pulling her chest hard into his face. With enormous relief, she realised that he was about to come, only to give a yelp of shock as his teeth closed on a nipple. She slipped, one knee losing its grip on the smooth enamel of the bath. With another squeak of alarm she tried desperately to keep her balance, and then fell with a splash on top of him. He gave a grunt that might have been shock or might have been the result of his orgasm, then another that was definitely ecstasy as she felt his sperm erupt on to her belly and pubic hair. Holding her tight, he finished himself off by rubbing his cock against her quim while she thrashed in the milk.

  Only when he was entirely spent did he let go, allowing her to climb unsteadily from the bath. She was wet with milk and smeared with butter and sperm, also sore in a couple of places.

  ‘I must now perform my ablutions,’ he declared blithely, ignoring her condition. ‘Perhaps you would be so kind as to fetch me a towel from the master bedroom?’

  Octavia hesitated, conscious of the mess she was in, then decided that she herself would also shortly be in need of a towel. Stepping into the corridor, she scampered quickly across to the master bedroom and retrieved the single towel that had been neatly folded on the bed. Returning to the bathroom, she found the door only partially open and a skinny white arm extending into the passage.

  ‘The towel please, my dear,’ the squire’s voice sounded from within.

  She placed it in his grip and the arm withdrew. The door shut.

  ‘Excuse me, sir, but might I come in?’ Octavia asked.

  ‘Certainly not!’ his muffled voice sounded from behind the door. ‘That would be quite indecent!’

  ‘Mr Maray!’

  The key turned in the lock with finality. Octavia shrugged, accepting eccentricity in the squire as normal. She was still dripping milk and her pubic hair was liberally soiled with sperm, which was not a condition she wanted Jervis to find her in. Reasoning that the pump would serve better than the scullery sink, she made her way quickly downstairs and out into the yard.

  The pump stood in a shallow trough, entirely sheltered from view. Climbing in, Octavia depressed the handle and was rewarded with a gush of cold water. Her skin was hot and the sensation was refreshing, prompting her to repeat the action. With the trough half full of deliciously cool water, she began to wash herself, first rubbing the sperm from her matted pubic hair and then the milk from the rest of her body.

  She was still doing this when she heard the sound of a horse’s hooves on cobbles. Quickly covering her breasts and sex, she turned, only to find Jervis Maray entering the yard on a bay hunter.

  ‘Ah, ha, my pet whore,’ he drawled. ‘Playing dirty games with Papa?’

  Octavia nodded and took her hands away, revealing herself to him without embarrassment. He sneered in response, then dismounted.

  ‘Ready as ever?’ he said. ‘Well, you’ll have to wait. Cool your backside in the trough while I stable Gladstone here. No, better still, get on your knees with your arse high and ready, and don’t you dare move: I’ve a mind to give you a bath while I fuck you.’

  ‘Here?’ Octavia queried.

  ‘Why not?’ he responded. ‘It’s as good a place as any.’

  He finished with a laugh and led the bay over to the stable block. Excited by his firmness and the prospect of his cock, Octavia did as she had been ordered. The floor of the trough was cool and slightly slimy, while in her kneeling position the water reached some way up her thighs. Her bottom was above it, and felt warm in the bright sunlight, with her sex open and vulnerable to the yard.

  Jervis took his time, allowing her sexual need to build. When he did emerge, he had removed his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Jodhpurs and highly polished boots completed an image that she found exceptionally dashing, while in his hand he held his riding crop and a leather trace.

  ‘Get your arse higher!’ he ordered as he approached. ‘Do you think I’m a pygmy? And take hold of the pump.’

  Octavia obeyed, sticking her bottom up to what she judged to be the height of his crotch and gripping the top of the iron pump between her hands. Jervis nodded, flicked the trace out and brought it down hard across her bottom, then laughed as she yelped in response. Taking the trace up, he bound her wrists tightly to the pump and fastened it off, leaving her in exactly the sort of helpless position she knew he preferred. He then stepped back and gave her a dozen hard cuts across the buttocks with his riding crop, leaving her mewling and panting in the trough with her eyes shut tight and her bottom a mass of scarlet weals.

  For a while, the pain of the thrashing was too intense for her to do more than squirm her bottom and kick her legs in the water. When she finally opened her eyes, it was to find him with his jodhpurs pushed down and his cock sticking out over the edge of his underthings as he masturbated over the sight of her welted buttocks. Pulling her back in, she spread her knees, leaving her sex open and ready for his cock.

  He gave a pleased grunt and came behind her. His hands found her hips and pulled her backwards, forcing her to stick her bottom out over the lip of the trough. Then his cock bumped between the cheeks of her bottom. First it touched her anus and she wondered if she was to be buggered, a prospect that gave her both concern and a rude longing. Again he pushed, this time finding her vagina, into which his cock slid with ease.

  She sighed deeply as he began to fuck her. Her bottom hurt, as did her wrists where they were strapped hard to the iron pump. Yet it was ecstasy, being tied naked and used by the man who produced such exquisite feelings of desire in her. He adjusted his grip, one hand locking in her hair, which he pulled with each shove of his penis into her hole. The other had gone to the pump handle and, even as she realised his intention, a strong gush of water burst from the nozzle, catching her full in the face.

  She gave a squeal as cold water splashed into her eyes and mouth, then cascaded down over her shoulders and breasts. Jervis laughed and continued to work the pump, drenching her repeatedly as he worked his erection inside her. Octavia could do nothing, only splutter and writhe in the stream of water. His grip was tight in her hair, and it was impossible to take her face away from the nozzle. He continued to pump into her, delighting in her helplessness and her sorry condition. Abruptly he stopped.

  ‘Can you piss?’ he demanded.

  Octavia nodded dumbly, wondering what new trick he intended. Her head was swimming with sex and pain, making h
er feel totally vulnerable to him, totally at his command. Twice before he had urinated on her as a prelude to sex, but this was new and brought a delicious feeling of being utterly under his control.

  ‘Then do it,’ he ordered and reached under her belly to cup a hand beneath her sex.

  She strained, trying to concentrate on what she had been told to do. His cock was just in her, the head bumping in and out of the mouth of her vagina in the most distracting way. His fingers were also close against her vulva, filling her with the urge to attempt to rub herself on him, which made it that much harder to relax herself.

  ‘Come on!’ he demanded. ‘Do it, you little whore, and I’ll rub you off in it: that’s a promise.’

  ‘I’m trying!’ Octavia.

  Then it came, hot pee gushing from her quim to splash against his hand and over the junction between cock and vagina. For once, true to his word, Jervis began to rub and at the same time increased the pace at which his cock was working inside her. His fingers had found her clitoris and she was immediately in heaven, gasping and begging to be brought to orgasm. Jervis gave a cruel laugh and rubbed harder, all the while with her pee running into his hand and spraying out to wet her legs and belly. She could hear it spattering into the trough beneath her and feel its warmth on her body, bringing ever more exquisite abandonment until suddenly her orgasm hit her. With a long, drawn-out scream, she came, her pee still spraying out as her vision went dim and lights exploded in her head. Dimly she was aware of Jervis laughing at her, as he always did during her most wanton moments. His cock was pushed deep into her as the second peak came, then his hand had left her cunt and he was fucking her with hard, urgent strokes.

 

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