'She had been riding well, dear, is asleep like you. What a joyous coming you both had of it-you to my tongue and she to… Ah, here is dear Lumley'. 'Oh!', I gasped and covered up my breasts while he smiled down on me and looked quite dashing in a ruffled, white silk shirt and trousers banded with a crimson sash. 'You must take her temperature, my pet', said Esmeralda to him. 'There is no need, Oh really, I am well again- quite well', I jerked.
'My man will have to see to her as well', said he, and regarded me with loving kindness, so I thought. A polite knock sounded on the bedroom door, and then his fellow entered, garbed much as his master was. Circling the bed, he came up to the other side of it while I hugged the quilt up to my chin, feet showing, stocking-clad.
'Jane? Where is Jane?', I asked again. 'Resting after the sweetest of labours. A superb young specimen, as you too are, Emily.
My dear wife here has seen well to her comforting, as we shall now to yours… and you permit? Let us take your temperature the first'.
'Oh no, but really, sir! Ah, Madame!', I squeaked, but Esmeralda shrugged and smiled and took herself beyond the portals thereupon and closed the door, leaving me to stare in some surmise from Lumley to the other. -'I d… d… do not need my temperature to be taken, sir', I stammered. 'All young ladies do, my dear-and more frequently than the most of them confess. Remove the quilt, Harkness, and let us see the form of her more clearly'. 'No!', I shrieked. I made to gather up the quilt more strongly to my chin, but in a flash it was torn from me by his fellow and I lay naked to their view, immediately doubling up my legs, but then my thighs were slapped, and with a horror of surprise I straightened them again, kept them tight-closed, my arms across my swollen breasts. 'Thus she lies! Do you like to be taken by force, my pet? Is it your penchant?', Lumley asked.
Bending over me, he placed his palm flat and strongly on my forehead, holding my head down into the pillow. 'No-please! Have pity on me! How can you, a doctor, act so?', I sobbed. 'Sweet lips that cry, and yet no tears? Open her legs, Harkness, and let me try her temperature'. 'Ah, no!', I squealed to no avail at all, for the fellow seized my ankles and held them wide apart till both could see the fullness of my muff and the pink, pouting lips beneath. My forehead being clamped, I could not move my head and so was forced to stare up open-eyed into the smiling visage of my captor. A tear rolled down my cheek, so real did I imagine my distress to be, though knew a sense of excitement that I did not wish to have. I tried in vain to bring my thighs together, but the more I did the more firmly they were held apart. I blinked my tears and dumbly sought a pity that I did not find. 'Were you not taught to keep your legs apart?', he asked.
I shook my head. My eyes were locked in his. 'And with such legs, such beauteous tits as yours? You lie, my darling. Tell me that you lie'. 'I d… d… don't!', I stammered and thereat uttered a sharp yelp. His fellow had kneed his way on to the bed and gathered up my thighs beneath his arms, lifting my feet. His prick, which had been freed beyond my sight, nubbed at my open lovelips, felt my sticky dew.
I clenched my teeth, compressed my lips and looked for all the world just like a frightened fawn, I had no doubt. 'Young ladies hereabouts are dipped first. Do you know what dipping is?', I then was asked by Lumley whose breath flowed all around my mouth. Despite myself, I allowed my lips to part again, for at that moment Harkness urged his bloated crest into my slit and held it there most teasingly.
My nose was pinched by Lumley. I could scarcely breathe. -'Dipping, my dear, is thus, to give a girl the feel of it. The cock glides gently in-good fellow, yes!', husked he as more thick inches of his servant's sturdy tool entered my grotto, causing me to moan. 'M… make him take it out!', I moaned. 'All say thus at the first, and you-dear Emily- have said it several times perhaps. But all in vain? Has not a fine cock-more than one, maybe, throbbed in your grotto, causing you to squirm and wish for more?' 'No! OOOH!' A growl from Harkness and he was right in, balls pendent at my bottom's cleft, his knob squeezed deep between my spongy walls. Then Lumley slid his tongue between my lips and caused my head to swim the more. Much as I tried to jerk my head he held it steady, moved his tongue back, forth while Harkness kept his shaft full sheathed. 'No maiden are you, for you take him full; which pleases me', said Lumley, breathing warmly in my mouth and then released my nose, at which I sucked in breath and tried not to quiver as the big cock pulsed in me unmoving still. -'Such is dipping, Emily, with the prick embedded, but not moving. Shall you learn anew that which you have surely had already?
Is it not exciting to be held?' 'No! Stop it! Make him get off!', I whimpered, but my voice had a betraying quaver to it that he sensed.
Indeed, he teased my lower lip with his fingertip quite playfully, and I wishing-all despite myself-to move my hips to stir the servant's cock the more so that a tenseness seized me and my thighs trembled in the fellow's grip. 'He will ease it out now, Emily, and then we propose to make your bottom bounce', said Lumley in a voice more clouded with lust, so that I recognised the signs yet could do nothing but lie rigid there, my feet a-dangle, helpless held. 'WHOO!' The small cry escaped me as the servant's thick, long prick withdrew until my slit just clasped the knob. I feared it to slip out. It did not, though-intruding in me cunningly. 'So hold her, Harkness'.
'Yes, sir, that I will'. 'Ah, NO!', my piteous cry came.
Harkness clamped my shoulders, gripping my stricken legs more strongly underneath his arms, and with his knob a-ticking at the oily entrance to my nest the while that Lumley rose, kicked off his boots and then took off his trousers. Ah-the monster he displayed! -'No, no, no, NO!', I shrieked. 'Plough her, Harkness, while I get my prick into her mouth'. 'GOO-HOOO! Oh, no-please… GAAAAR!' Upon the bed he leapt. My nose again was tweaked and thus my lips were forced to part again. The purplish crest urged inbetween them straight away. Five inches of his manly tool slid in upon my wavering tongue and Harkness-groaning-then began to work his own within my cunny which already drooled its traitorous desire. 'GLUB-GLUB!', I choked, but Nature quickly took its toll of me. Thickly and sweetly Harkness ploughed his throbbing pego in and out while Lumley, staring into my wild eyes saw what he wished to see and slowly let my nostrils go, stroking my forehead as he did and gazing down at me with quite a tenderness. 'Suck not too strongly, Emily', he breathed, his shaft well lubricated in my mouth. It entered deeper, then drew out, the big crest bobbing at my lips. His hand then moved up from my forehead and grasped at my hair. -'When you are told to suck, girl-suck!', he uttered, wherewith as I choked he eased it in again to make me taste anew the meaty rod. 'She's a good fuck, sir, she is', said Harkness, ever toiling deeply in my nest. 'I thought it at the first. Ah, Emily, my pet, yes, suck!' I could not help myself. O feeble phrase, and yet how often it is true. My breath spurted through my nostrils as they worked me both, my cheeks a little hollowed in, my fingers timidly drawn to the root of Lumley's prick, his big balls at my knuckles where they swung and nudged. I was their plaything and was lost to them. 'Let her thighs go now, Harkness.