Then I saw a curious thing: to one side of the room was a long curtain, reaching from the ceiling to within an inch or two of the floor. From under the curtain protruded a foot in a black, patent-leather shoe. In front of the concealed figure, whose excitement seemed to come from watching Vanessa, there knelt a young woman whose name was spoken as Julie. I recognised this as belonging to a nineteen-year-old girl in Miss Martinet's possession. Julie was one of those slender young women who make up their height by high heels, and whose thighs are no thicker than a man's upper arm.
Julie is a slut as surely as any girl in the establishment. Through a chink in the curtain I could make out her sulky, sour little face with its rather crude features and dark, hazel eyes. Her blond hair had been braided into a plait and was pinned up in a topknot, revealing her slender little neck. I can imagine how the men who were served by her in the shop where she worked must have coveted her. What would they have said now to see Julie rhythmically and expertly sucking the penis?
As she knelt at her task, her thighs were so slender, and yet the slight backward jut of her hips gave a certain rather childish fatness to the shape of her bottom-cheeks. There was a senile crowing from her lover and Julie was obliged to swallow down her repugnance. Two veined and gnarled old hands held her head close while the old man's sperm-spasm loaded her tongue and he made her gulp it down.
I walked slowly to the front entrance of the house, wondering who the old lecher might be. There, outside the handsome portico, I saw the private carriage of Silas Raven, K.C., in all the majesty of the law.
They had not seen me, of course, and yet I could not bring myself to go in and face the pair at luncheon. Instead, I took a stroll in the pleasant summer gardens above the sea for an hour and then resolved, since the pranks in the stable must be over, to return to my office there.
As I had surmised, the stable was silent and deserted. I wondered where the two grooms might be, and whether they had taken Jackie and Maggie with them. It seemed a day of midsummer madness, when lechery was enthroned in men's minds-and women's too! I remembered that there was a hundred-yard length of chain, stretching down the cliff to a buoy in the shallows, which had to be wound onto the spool of the old mill wheel. The grooms had been told by Miss M. to see it done that afternoon. I went down almost as far as the old miller's grinding wheel, unused for many a day, and stopped short. Nothing I had seen so far on this midsummer day equalled the present spectacle.
The grooms had devised an ingenious scheme for drawing the long chain up the cliff and 'round the grinding wheel, to which one end was already attached. The wheel had a yoke across it, protruding at either side, to which beasts of burden had once been attached. Some means must be found to turn it now, in a heavy two-hour labour. What ingenious fellows they were!
The blond bell shape of Jackie's hair was clearly seen threshing to and fro as she struggled in their grip. But they bent her forward, leather wrist cuffs and collar holding her down on the yoke bar on one side of the wheel. Once she was bent over so tightly and helplessly, they fondled the fattened seat of her bronze-toned riding jeans only briefly before taking those pants right off her and baring her below the waist.
To ensure her arousal, they tightened a strap 'round each of Jackie's thighs and attached to it an ingenious love feather pointing upwards on the inside of her thigh. With every step she took, the tantalising feathers would tickle her cunt, masturbating blond, twenty-five-year-old Jackie irresistibly.
To ensure this, the grooms now massaged Jackie's vaginal slit with warm irritant spice powder. Every teasing tickle of the feathers would be a piercing thrill to her inflamed and itching cunt-pouch. Imagine Jackie, bending with wrists and neck strapped to the yoke bar. Her pale legs are quite long and trim, her bottom rather fatly cheeked in this pose, the tingling cunt-lips clearly visible between her thighs. Jackie's plump, young tits were still quite firm, but as they hung down now they jigged a little as she squirmed. Ah, the young scamp with the spice licked his fingers, dipped them in, and rubbed the virulent itch powder into Jackie's nipples. What a change came over that sullen young face, its blue eyes, hard jaw, and mouth under the fringe of her blond bell shape of hair! Jackie, so off-hand and indifferent in serving men, now cried out to have her tits rubbed and sucked, and the fiery itching soothed by any means her lovers chose!
I was delighted to see that they were still not quite satisfied with her predicament. The groom took a false pony-tail of hair, which matched Jackie's own blond colour. Its base was a leather butt, two inches long, and thick as a thumb. Grinning at the young blonde, he showed her a jar of Vaseline, took a blob on his finger, and smeared it thickly on Jackie's arse-hole! Even so, she gave a gasp as he forced the butt into her anus. The tail was drawn up her buttock-crack, under her belt, and then arched in a charming curve, its ends just sweeping the top of her buttocks.
Fifteen-year-old Mandy was strapped bending to the yoke bar on the other side in the same way. Whenever she bent over, the tight seat of Mandy's jeans shows a strapping young backside, broad-cheeked and strongly made, without yet being spoilt by flabbiness. They took her pants down, strapped the masturbation feathers to her long firm thighs, and rubbed her cunt and nipples with the stinging spice. The artificial pony-tail matched those lightly waving chestnut tresses, which softened the firm lines of Mandy's young face and caught the colour of her brown eyes.
They vaselined the tight inward dimple of Mandy's arse-hole and the leather butt was firmly inserted. Mandy, at fifteen years old, may still have been a virgin in that place. Indeed, she cried out. Yet she was so sturdy in that area that one could not expect two high-spirited grooms to abandon their sport for such a quibble.
The grooms can be rascals, of course, but only in a softly suggestive way. The harnessing apparatus included a thin bridle strap between each girl's teeth, which could not be detached from the rest. To prevent chafing, it was necessary to pad the thin leather. Nothing was available for this but the two pairs of knickers discarded on the turf. They could not resist a lewd exchange, padding Jackie's mouth with Mandy's knickers, while Mandy's mouth was protected by the panties still warm from Jackie's bottom and hips.
All was ready for the two hours' labour by this pair of intriguing pony-girls. Harnessed bending to I the yoke, they must turn the heavy wheel and draw up the long chain. Jackie shook her bell of blond hair and looked 'round with sullen jaw and insolent blue eyes. Yet she is randy by nature, much more so with the hot spice and feathers which made her cunt-pouch itch and tingle. Now she looked back in a manner of sluttish defiance, deliberately refusing to move. When you know Jackie better, you will realise that the refusal was a pretence. She was almost drunk with lewdness, if a young woman can be. In this sexual intoxication she wanted to provoke the groom to treat her with a lover's discipline.
You do not believe me? I saw Jackie with her foot slyly edge a loose brick so that it fell into the wheel mechanism. Until it was noticed and removed, the wheel would not turn and she, of course, could utter no words of explanation. The groom brought his hand down hard and stinging, spanking the fatly pale curve of her bottom-cheeks. At last his colleague saw the brick and removed it.
Now Jackie's long thighs shimmered, her hips laboured, and her fattened shop girl bottom-cheeks arched and contorted as she strained forward. With every arduous step, the quivering feathers tickled an itching cunt. In no time, Jackie's love-slit was weeping pearly droplets of excitement.
Sometimes her need for love was so strong that she stopped, knees buckling and thighs squeezing. Mandy's own situation was no better. All disobedience was now curbed. During Jackie's defiance the second groom had touched his gasper to the cleavage of Mandy's strapping, fifteen-year-old bottom. Now, as she laboured forward with long, lightly muscled legs, Mandy masturbated herself perforce on the cunning feathers.