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Chapter 46
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Beeble42
Chapter 46
Drunk Girls Have Fun
Chapter 46: Drunk Girls Have Fun
After they chatted and finished the drink, Mary was slumped on the floor gazing up at her mistress’s blonde pubic hair as Caroline stretched on the bed. For some reason the lady’s shift had ridden up and her hand began to caress her genitalia until her vulva was clearly visible.
“I can help you with that, my lady” slurred the maid. “I’m a pro … fessional.”
“How?” queried Caroline, so Mary crawled to the edge of the bed to demonstrate.
Within a few seconds Lady Squires did not want to halt what had caused her new sensations down below. Among Mary’s myriad of sexual skills was her ability to give exquisitely controlled cunnilngus, learnt from many orgies where the ‘stronger coffee’ was sampled. She sucked at the clitoris while opening his mistress’s lower lips with her fingers. Caroline’s insides were an unusually bright pink and the servants enjoyed licking its smoothness. While Caroline was enjoying the maid’s work it was not quite the roughness she required and she made an appeal that she neatly always made.
“Harder!”
Both women had lost all sense of propriety and Mary took a couple of odd turns in fulfilling her ladyship’s requests, namely biting her clitoris and sticking a moistened digit into a surprised Caroline’s anus.
“Some men like it.” She explained.
The pleasured woman sat up from a moment “Wait a minute! What men? How many men? I thought after … oh … oh … oh my heavens!” and laid back down again as the vaginal finger and the rectal finger might in an orgasmic pinch. Sensations were now overwhelming the tall blonde as the brunette truly proved her mastery of anatomy. Pain and pleasure mixed in a delightful cocktail and it was only a matter of time before Caroline’s special ability made its appearance as Mary felt the **** of jism hit her chin. In all her years the ex after-hours entertainment girl had never experienced such a volume of orgasmic fluid from a female or a male!
“Holy mother!” she exclaimed “You must have been keeping that in a long time.”
“Sorry, I only normally do that after a hard spank.” Mary was taken aback but from her experiences with Sir Thomas she should have guessed. Nevertheless she was learning a lot she did not expect about her mistress. She began to feel a bit guilty for deceiving her new lover, but consoled herself by realising she was now cheating her master likewise so everything was equal.
“Can you teach me to do the same for you?” enquired Caroline.
“Thank you, my lady. Oh yes, I taught my sister. Just the once, mind you - we’re not bad.”
On occasion the eldest Hawksby sister had heard noises coming from the twins’ room, but now she began to wonder if they were teaching each other. She was not to know that it was pure onanism.
The 2 women succumbed to the ****, Mary by vomiting out of the window and Caroline by falling sound asleep. The lady’s maid did her duty by pulling down the **** blonde’s shift and manoeuvring her under the covers away from the dampness, before retiring to her own bed.
The next day Caroline hired a bathing machine but sadly naked men or those otherwise clothed were nowhere in sight. They were safely hidden from female eyes at an adjoining beach.
Chapter 47
The Trials of Priscilla and Abigail Hawksby – A Gothic Adventure
The New Hellfire Club
Not so much a synopsis but an explanation. Set in the latter part of the 18th century harking back to debauchery of 30-40 years earlier when it seemed that if you were a major political figure then you almost had to be in a pseudo sex club, just like the British Prime Minister Sir Robert Walpole. These clubs had rituals and intellectual discussion but kept their details very secret although we know they had rooms were women were entertained. The 18th century was slightly more pro-women than the Victorian age so they were allowed a little more leeway even being members of the Royal Academy. At this time the novel began and there is no question the the Gothic novel, although started by the intellectual Horace Walpole (yes a relation) became the pulp fiction of its day, some racy, some outrageous pornographic although must have been lost. The story has several geographical locations including North Yorkshire, London, Tunis, Paris and Istanbul. The structure is reminiscent of Lord of The Rings in that the main characters start off together but become separated into groups before eventually regrouping for the climax. Please do not be too critical is this as a massive undertaking and it does not help that for over 6 months I stopped writing it and lost my flow. I am approximately half-way through the story as I write this and the style might be a bit awkward as I try to echo the style of earlier writers.
Updated on Mar 1, 2017
by Beeble42
Created on Jun 23, 2016
by Beeble42
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