Caroline

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Frequently in the past weeks while I have been at my scribblings, my emendations, crossings-out, addings and subtractings of words and phrases that I thought more felicitous than others, I have been reminded by Caroline that on no account must I omit that tale of Miss Miriam Crampton-Hythe. I had not intended to, of course. My notes had not yet reached that point, but on sufferance, as it were, I tell it now.

The lady was thirty-eight, and I confess that of late I have had as much a penchant for maiden ladies of well-matured curves as I have for the sloe-eyed, winsome girls who are still brought occasionally to the divine sacrifice upon a couch downstairs or in our bed.

The truth of it is that we have acquired quite a reputation in modulating the ways of these delicious things. I shall be chided at saying that and asked why I do not put it more plainly.

“More plainly is not how I wish to put it,” I retort. I have even yet to catch the touch of things; I say this with due modesty. There is positively no describing of the transition of the hand from a stockinged thigh to the frilled leg of the drawers above. Others, I find (for I have occasionally haunted the bookshops in Holywell Street, in London), do not bother with such things. They merely say, “I fucked the girl,” or “felt her tits.” The effort is enormous, I confess, to emulate, in such congregated letters as form words, the sensations of the flesh, the bouncing of warm titties underneath one's chest, the sometimes fretful wrigglings of the legs, the clutchings of one's shoulders that ensue, the pantings from pursed lips.

“Let us tickle up her bottom,” Caroline or Adelaide will often say to me on viewing a new prospect. Such invariably are around eighteen or so, and ripe for it. I am ever amazed at the hoards of words, of dancing images, that crowd into my mind when I hear such. What a perfect delight it is to uncover the pale bottom of a squealing girl! The enchantment is ever new, whatever one may think of it in terms of dull morality.

I stray again, you see, am like a man who one day would eat chocolate cake and another day prefers an orange sponge, creamfilled. A hedonist-yes, I confess it, but will stray no more and will come to Miriam.

In the Spring prior to our meeting her, Miriam apparently had cause to dismiss her two servants and took on another pair-a general house-man in his early thirties, and a maid of younger aspect. I do not doubt that the pair were skilled at reading character in their employers. Miriam appeared to them a figure of considerable loneliness, and isolated in a lonely house. Truth to tell-and as I later read the matter-there was an element of self-flagellation in the lady. In the new parlance of our time, it is lately called “masochism,” though I do not take happily to the word and find it foreign.

Whatever may have been the cause of Miriam's strange submissions, a telling element-as she described-was the apparent devotion that Carrie, the maid, accorded her almost from her first evening there. Even the houseman, Charlie, gazed upon her with a seeming awed devotion- and this in utter counterpoint, I say, to the general indolence and remoteness of the pair she had dismissed, so she reported.

Being thus flattered and cosseted, the pair seemed more to her as cousins rather than mere servants. Hot chocolate was brought to her the moment she awoke, even though she had not ordered it. Her pillows were plumped up; she was made comfortable. Toast that was always warm and well-buttered was presented to her lips.

“The valet would enter my bedroom with the tray while Carrie fussed about me. It was unseemly, of course, yet I permitted it; such was the general air of comforting,” said Miriam, for it is best that I should let her be the narrator in great part. “Being attired only in my nightgown, I would sometimes feel his eyes dwelling on the prominences of my bosom. He would gaze at me gravely, as if with adoration, then retire. A sigh would accompany his exit, and then Carrie, too, would sigh.

“I asked her one day what ailed them and if they were not well enough treated, for the sighs became abundant.”

“'Madame-how can you say such? We cannot do enough for you. Perhaps it is unseemly to speak of affection between servants and Mistress, but we both adore you so. My most fervent prayer is that upon that sad day when I come to leave your service, I may kiss you once.'

“'Carrie, what a strange request!' I said. A vaguely uncomfortable and yet curious feeling seized me. So softly and in such an enamoured manner were the words put that I uttered no remonstrance as she sat upon the bed beside me and gave me an utterly winsome look as if to beg my pardon.

“I cannot help myself, Madame. Were I to kiss you now, would you dismiss me? Pray tell me?'

“My tongue seemed cloved to the roof of my mouth. It was the most astonishing question that had ever been put to me. I endeavoured to speak, but thereat she took the tray from across my lap where I sat in bed and deposited it on a table at the side without rising. Foolishly I thought her to be preparing for me to get up, but in the next instant her hand took hold of my hair at the back and with a horrified cry I felt my head being forced down into the pillow.

“'First I am going to kiss you and feel your breasts. Then I am going to have you,' she declared.

“I opened my mouth to shriek. That was evidently what she wished for. Her lips descended savagely on my own while her free hand thrust down inside my nightgown and began to fondle my naked bosom. Ah, how I heaved and struggled, but so strong was the impression of her mouth over my own that I could not escape it. Her tongue had the temerity to enter my mouth. While so doing, she drew out her hand, leaving my breasts tingling from her touch, thrust the bedclothes down to my ankles and then insinuated her fingers beneath the hem of my nightgown until they had reached first my thighs and then my…”

“Your cunny, darling-say it plain,” said Caroline, then urged her to go on.

“My cunny, yes. I bucked, I tried to kick. The wicked girl was on me like a tigress then. Scooping her black dress up, she fought her way between my flailing legs and brought her thing… her cunny… rubbing up to mine the while she seized my wrist and held them right above my head.

“I moaned her name and told her to get off or I would scream for Charlie.

“'Madam, if you do, I swear he'll come in with his trousers off,' she laughed and ground her oily lovelips fiercely then to mine, kissing my mouth, my nose, my eyes until I knew not whether it was day or night, whether I dreamed it or whether it was real. I knew myself to be succumbing and I hated it. The friction of her pubic hairs to mine excited me. I felt her button like a tiny bud against my own.

“I pleaded with her, sobbed, and worked my legs in vain. I tried to heave her off, but still she clung.

“'Give in to me,' she whispered.-'Never, no' said I, but already the sensations of this amourous combat had fired my veins against my will. My sobs grew weaker and I let her take my lips more easily. The moisture between our mouths, the flickerings of her tongue, excited me as did the rubbings of our most intimate parts, for Carrie-like most servants-wore no drawers. The girl was agile, twisting all about. Our cunnies oiled the more we writhed. I had a feeling in my belly then and in between my legs.

“'You see, it is nice!' she laughed upon my mouth, for one woman discerns the weakness of another quicker than a male.

“'No, no!' I moaned, but nothing would avail. She was full couched between my thighs and rubbed her stocking tops against my flesh.

“'Come — you are coming-so am I! she gasped. I was-and to my horror then I clasped my arms about her shoulders tight and moaned out words I never thought to speak. We gulped and sucked upon each other's lips. The desperate delicious crisis was upon us both. Melting we melted, spurting out our bliss. Then she rubbed on and made us come again, again, until I felt transported.”

“Dearest Miriam, had you not come before?” asked Adelaide, causing the lady to blush exceedingly.

“Oh yes, for I had been put to my trials in youth and had taken the penis and its spoutings then. Oh, I should not have said that!” Miriam cried and covered up her face.

“And pray, why not? Obedience when joined to pleasure is a lovesome thing. We too were jousted in our beds, the sheet rucked underneath our bottoms while our cunnies sucked upon the cock, my dear. Continue, do-you have not told us half of it,” said Caroline.

“The shame is mine. No sooner did we lie in palpitating wonder than I found myself again the receiver of Carrie's ardent caresses. Foolish woman that I was, I truly believed her to be enamoured of me and-as I must confess it-I delighted in her youth. Kneeling above me and casting off her dress, she brought me to remove my nightgown or rather, I should say, so ruffled it up that it was easily drawn over my head.

“'We must stop, Carrie,' I said weakly enough.

“'Why, dearest, we are only at beginnings. Lick my pussy now. Come, do it while I straddle you.'

“Such an idea had never entered my mind before, though the idea of congress with another female was of course not so obnoxious by then as otherwise it would have been. In a flash she had moved upwards over my prone body, her titties swinging as she did. I made to raise my arms to weakly fend her off, but with a laugh she pinned my forearms with her knees and said, 'Lie still!' Thereupon she caused her bottom to descend upon my face and squashed her cunny full over my mouth. I spluttered, kicked, but thus she held me, saying 'Lick-oh do! I love to have a tongue there-and yours is nice!' The lips of her honeypot were salty, oily, splurged upon my mouth. I whimpered, snuffled, then she reached back, slapped my thighs, and ordered me again to use my tongue. At the same time-maintaining one arm behind her back-she began to tickle up my quim. You see, I have a boldness now to use such words,” said Miriam and laughed and blushed.

“Go on, my dear. Words are but tokens,” Adelaide declared. The four of us were chez nous and in comfort then. Wine had been taken and we lolled at ease.

“I found myself, then, in that curious condition, which is not unknown to females, in which I both wished to escape and yet did not. I protruded my tongue and found her spot. Thereat, believing me to be then as free in my lewdness as she, Carrie raised herself an inch or so, the better that I could attend to her.

“'Yes, yes, — come on!' she panted, on and off-and I, her Mistress, was the obedient one! But then, on my horror, a footfall sounded and a voice was heard. That it was that of Charlie you have no need even to guess.

“'Ah, you have her ready,' he declared. I could not see, of course, but how I kicked and writhed in vain to throw her off!

“'Quickly, she is struggling again,' Carrie said.

“I had almost unhorsed her when he came on me. I felt his nakedness, his shirt upraised, the fearful prodding of his extended prick against my thigh! I screamed as best as I could scream, but of course she found her place again and muffled me.

“'What legs she has-what an arse-what lovely tits!' I heard, and then my legs were held beneath his arms and raised. His throbbing weapon came against my quim. My thighs were tightly held. I tried to beat my hands; my arms were pinned.

“'Are you in her?' I heard Carrie ask.

“'Just the knob,' he grunted. I had felt it enter. Being moist and open, I received it easily and felt the plum swell just within. My legs were thrust back higher then. My knees touched in Carrie's back. ”

“'Give her a good fuck, Charlie. She is worthy of attention,' Carrie said amidst my splutterings. Oh god, to feel his cock sheathe in me then-the awfulness of it! She had my head gripped and I could not turn my face. 'Now, lick me properly,” she spat and moved her rounded bottom all about. Dear heavens, I know not how to describe the torrid ardour of those moments. My own manservant was beginning to f… f… fuck me. His prick slewed slowly in and out. I felt his balls smack underneath my bottom at each stroke.

“'She will be a good one,' I heard him say.

“'I told you-didn't I?' Carrie replied, then gave a giggle. Reaching forward then, she let him lick her bottom while his strokes increased.

“'She's tight; I can't hold it much,' he said.

“'You'll have her again-I'll see you do,' said Carrie.

“Nightmare and pleasure mingled. Oh my dears, I cannot otherwise describe it. The girl sprinkled my mouth with her salty spendings. I heard her hissing out her joy. Despite myself my mouth was open to her little flood while Charlie pumped me faster, smacking down his belly on to mine. Hating myself, I felt myself expend my juices once again in turn.

“'Get off her, Carrie, quick. She's spilling-so am I,' he groaned. The girl was off me in a flash, then he was down upon me flat. 'Fuck, woman, I am coming in you. Carrie, hold her ankles-hold them wide.'

“I was, I believe, almost beyond struggling. Carrie sped around to the end of the bed and seized my feet and held them well apart. His mouth mashed down on mine, my titties swelled beneath his chest.

“'Work your arse, woman-take it up you,' he groaned and pinched my bottomcheeks and made me jolt. I clawed at him-he heeded not. 'Suck in my come,' he said and then I felt his throbs, his splashings, awful splashings on and on, yet feared the pleasure of it as I writhed beneath and drained him to the final drop whereat he quivered and lay still, bore all his weight on me. I let my arms go limp. My feet dropped down on to the bed as Carrie loosed them.

“'Get off me,' I moaned at last. I kept my eyes closed and my face averted. Still his prick throbbed weakly in me, then withdrew. 'You are dismissed!' I sobbed. How foolish that did sound, I do confess!

“'I will sponge her,' Carrie said. Then he rolled off me, but he held my wrists above my head as she had done while she went out.

“'I shall report this,' I moaned.

“He laughed. 'Shut up. I ain't had the best of you yet. Show me your bum now-let me see it clear.'

“I shrieked despair. He laughed and rolled me over, held my neck in a firm grip and began to stroke my nether cheeks, I crying all the time, of which he took no heed. 'Be quiet!' he growled and gave me a huge smack upon my bottom, then he stroked it up again and fingered me most shamefully, right in between. I wriggled, gasped and begged him please to stop. Then Carrie came back in, a warm wet cloth in hand.

“'Don't smack her yet, Charlie. She'll be all right, I think. Is she tight there?'

“'Tight as a drum. A nice brown ring she's got around it, though.'

“'I expect she's had it up there. Most girls of her class do when they're young. It breaks them in, they say-and they has got the cheek to talk about morality and refuse the cocks of those who serve them well. Let me sponge her now, Charlie. Turn her over-sit her up.'

“'Stop this!' I moaned. There were no words to say then that made sense. I made to claw at him; he grabbed my arms. “'Here you are, Charlie; I expected this,' said Carrie- and then from underneath my own bed drew a length of rope where she had hidden it before this horror started. In a trice they had my wrists bound tight behind my back. 'She'll be a good girl now, I s'pect; a good girl won't you be?' said Carrie while I cried. She sponged my face, they forced me to lie down and did the same between my legs, I caught twixt tears and threats which they ignored. It would be pointless to repeat my words; you all know what they would have been.”

“I would have said nothing-to confound them,” Adelaide remarked.

“It came to that later, dear, but in my first astonishment…”

“Yes, Miriam, you are right. Adelaide, you are speaking in hindsight,” Caroline opined.

“I suppose I am,” Adelaide said and looked contrite. She sat with Miriam and kissed her as she spoke. The two held hands and looked content, as well they might, for Miriam had spent the night with her, and very tousled was their bed at morn!

“Let us have lunch,” I said, “and then we'll hear the rest.”