Chapter 4 - The Dream

From her vantage point in the servant’s quarters, Miss (although her title was Mrs) Hephzibah Gray, Housekeeper of Cockshoots Hall, detected the movement she had been waiting for in the brightly lit corridor that ran the width of the upper floor.

She picked up her binoculars. “Oh it’s her” she said to herself “I wouldn’t have made her favourite. Wait, she’s entering the wrong room. Oh, girl, you are not fooling me.”

Angelica, who Bill now knew as Angel, was nakedly riding on a pink unicorn to the top of a giant Christmas tree. Once there she dismounted, spread her legs and sat astride the uppermost pine needle. The horse swished its black tail to reveal a woman’s cunt. As its body morphed into a human on all fours, it turned its head to reveal Ada’s face … Outside the dream his hand reached down, then across and felt …

The senses alerted the dreamer that something in the real world was not as it should be. It was flesh but not his own. Bill started and found his mouth covered as he succumbed to the natural urge to cry out.

“Come, now, Bill. There’s nothing to worry about.” the muffler assured. Glancing down at his bulge, Edmonia added “Especially as you were already thinking of me. Admit it, YOU” and she pointed “are excited by ME?”
“Er yes” partially lied Bill as it would be extremely undiplomatic to tell the truth.
“Don’t move, while I get more comfortable” and she climbed on top of him readjusting until he was brought lips to lips, as it were, with her cunt. It was not so much the aroma but the fact of it that was overcoming him.
“I don’t understand.” although what he really meant was “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Lick me.” and when there was no reaction “Lick my pussy, please?”
“I’ve never …”
“Performed cunnilingus? Oh, but men, men who respect women, like you, have been doing this since ancient times. Just lick up and down and when I’m ready I’ll open it like a flower. Don’t worry it’s clean.”
He tried his best becoming aware of the shortness of the pubic hair. It was very dark for his first close up, but that seemed to heighten his sense of touch.
“Don’t push too hard … but do push.”

When it was time she pulled open her outer lips.
“Oh it’s bitter … is that right?”
“You should be telling me how much you love my taste. Each woman has her own unique taste, so you should love it because it represents her.”
Then the inner lips parted. “Start to penetrate with your tongue. Increase the **** and vary the speed.”

If the experience was not so arousing in itself, he would probably have been turned on merely by being taught by a woman, so “You could teach this at Oxford.” as he took a well earned break.
“Who says I didn’t? But you’re a quick learner. I’ve no doubt you can achieve a tonguing degree. But now I want something hard inside me." She moved down the bed taking the sheets with her to reveal his hard cock. “What a lovely dildo?”
“I haven’t got a condom.” Bill admitted as his father’s preaching entered his head.
“Silly boy. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

Bill shut his eyes to concentrate on the sensation.
She noticed, “That’s right, drink it in. Men are crude, visual people, but you’re more like a woman enjoying the feelings.” Being told they were “like a woman” could be a passion killer for the majority of men, but the whole newness, the suddenness and the eroticism of it all meant he was way beyond that. As her hand pulled him in, every nerve ending in his glans reached out to absorb the caress of the vaginal wall and all of them tingled when they met it.

“Oh!” he cried, unable to see the smile on Edmonia’s face.
“It’s so hard” she approved as the penis moved deeper inside her. After only a few more slow deep penetrations, Bill could take no more and achieved the biggest orgasm of his life so far. Under the **** of the explosion Edmonia’s juices relented as well and as Bill bit his lips so tight he drew blood, Edmonia exclaimed “Wow!” and then “That didn’t take much, but some warning would have been polite.”

Not wishing to reveal himself, Bill explained, “No woman has ever excited me like this.”
“Really? I am not making a habit of this you know, except maybe for you. It’s at times like this, I’m so happy to be my parents’ daughter. Anyway, must dash. Tell no-one.” as she wagged her finger.

She got up and shocked him for a final time that night as she pissed into the chamber pot by the bed.”Do you want me to put it out?” she offered in mid stream.
Slightly aroused by the sound but keeping his eyes closed, he asked “Couldn’t you have used the WC?”
“The plumbing’s noisy so we always avoid using it at night. No baths, no showers, no flushes, just the basin.” She crept to the door - his eyes could now vaguely make out her shapely posterior – and delivered the pot to the cubby hole. She exited through the bathroom.

In the extended linen cupboard next door, Hephzibah finished rubbing herself off as her eye left the spyhole. It had been a good night.