Lucy reciprocates

Cook gave Lucy a powerful, enveloping hug. "There Miss Lucy," she said. "There." Her big breasts and belly pressed against Lucy's body, and Lucy relaxed into her embrace. "I'll be there for you any time, don't you worry," Cook said.

Lucy slowly came to herself again in the tight confines of the railway carriage's WC, her nerves singing with the climactic explosion that Chop-chop the cook had wrung out of her parts with those stiff, stubby fingers, toughened from work.

"Kiss me again," Lucy said.

Cook laughed. "It'll never amount to anything, Miss Lucy," Cook said. "You're upstairs, I'm downstairs, and you'll want a man again, if I know you. With Edmund gone you'll ache to be plowed."

"Kiss me," Lucy insisted.

Lucy bent her head to kiss Carlotta's lips. Cook kissed back as she had outside in the corridor, warm and firm, and finally parting Lucy's lips with her tongue. The two tongues wrestled, and Carlotta won. Lucy relaxed, letting Cook lick inside her mouth, sighing through her nose.

Carlotta's breaths went from a quick, excited rhythm through her nose to a low whimper. She broke the kiss. "Oh Miss Lucy," Cook said. "Finish me." She lifted her skirts and petticoats, revealing her belly, bush and cunt.

Lucy reached down, remembering how Lady Catherine had whispered poetry in her lovers' ears when they frigged each other. Cook deserved no less. Looking in Cook's broad, round face, her ruddy skin pale in the ghost-light of the thorium mantle, Lucy frigged the Netherwoods' loyal retainer, fingertips deep in Cook's good fat wet lips, and recited.

"Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
when she
is roundest and lights
earth with her silver."

"No, I'm no beauty, me," Cook protested. "Fat old Cook."

"I see your beauty," Lucy said. "The desire in your face. Lady Catherine saw."

Carlotta stared at Lucy open-mouthed as her new mistress frigged her.

"Miss Lucy," Cook hissed. "Miss Lucy!" Her hips moved, sliding her wet labia on Lucy's fingers, pressing her bushy mound into Lucy's palm. Now the quick wet sounds of fingers on flesh were Lucy's fingers on Carlotta's lips.

"Kiss me," Lucy said. "Spend for me." She bent her head and took Carlotta's lips in hers. Now Lucy was the one to press forward with her tongue as she stroked Cook's stiff-swollen love button, strumming quickly up and down over the slippery wet pearl erect with desire.

Carlotta's body convulsed as Lucy brought her to the summit of desire, a loud moan stifled by Lucy's urgent lips and tongue.

Lucy felt so powerful in that moment, she never wanted it to end, a strong woman writhing in her arms, overcome with pleasure of Lucy's bringing.

After Carlotta's climax ebbed, the two of them stood together in the little railway WC embracing, each chin on the other's shoulder. After a time they composed themselves and washed the scents of female split, spunk and spend from their fingers in the tiny sink.

"A Netherwood through and through, who would doubt," Cook muttered.

But Carlotta whistled and stepped lightly as she preceded Lucy back to the compartment they shared with Mr. Ruddigore Fitch.

Lucy watched Cook with secret satisfaction, seeing the bloom she had brought to the stout old cook's cheeks. Carlotta hummed to herself and checked her kitchen knives as they awaited Hawkins' arrival.