4 comments/ 64589 views/ 1 favorites Gillian Ch. 02 By: jmbasquiat_fan Gillian 2: The Help As I watched from the crack of the nearly closed armoire, Mistress Gillian hastily undressed herself. She threw her pretty new dress on the floor. I was shocked- her underclothes were black! Most proper ladies wore white or other light colors. Still, the sight of her dressed so daringly aroused me. I wondered why she could possibly be dressed like that, and for who? I wasn’t to wait long for my answer. A strange man appeared at the doors to the balcony and started shedding clothing. I didn’t want to be here, I wasn’t supposed to be here, she’d given orders not to be disturbed. Yet I was drawn to the scene before me. He was motioning to her, and removing the last garments to stand naked now. He stripped her of the silk-and-lace petticoats while caressing her legs, his mouth level with her nether lips. I reached under my clothing and began to stroke myself, shivering and embarrassed at being aroused by the happenings before me. By the look on her face, Mistress Gillian was enjoying herself as much as I was, and she was moaning prettily as his mouth invaded her intimate regions. She collapsed and he carried her to the bed. He was stroking her soaked love-tunnel, wetting her anus with her own juices. I didn’t understand what he was preparing her for until I saw him plunging his shaft into her depths. I kept in time with his thrusts as I masturbated in my mistress’ closet; when he stiffened and held her to him with a loud grunt, I came too, a little weak in the knees. As he let loose his load inside her rear, she sighed and passed out. He pulled away and picked up his clothes. He dressed himself quickly- then he flew out the open window! I was so frightened by this dark magic that I blacked out myself. I awakened some time later. I was still at the bottom of the wardrobe, and Mistress Gillian was still passed out face down in her pillows. I looked about me and saw that the candle was burned halfway down as I stepped down out of the freestanding closet. Crossing to the bed, I moved to cover my mistress with her bed linens and a light coverlet. As I gazed down at her nearly naked, corseted form, saw her breasts with their newly-made purplish bruises, something stirred within me. I felt my skin flush as all manner of naughty and dirty thoughts ran through my head. I stared agape at her form, shaken that I held such lustful feelings for the daughter of my employer. She’ll never know, I thought. How could she? Now’s the only time you can do this, come along, try it, do it, do her... As I inwardly debated, she stirred. That did it- next I knew I was making sure my face was covered by shadows, and I was beginning. I lowered my head to her curved rear, lowered it to the sweetest pair of buttocks I had ever seen. I spread them wide with my hands, then gently I started my ministrations on her perfect anal opening with my tongue. I licked lightly around her hole, suckled gently on the skin around it. She awakened and looked back at me; I smiled at her knowingly, my face was covered and the most she could have seen was the lower half of it. I slipped my tongue into the hole between her cheeks, tasting the strange man’s seed. It was salty, musty- I didn’t like it. But I was willing to do anything, anything at all to haver her, to enjoy her. I suppose it was because my mistress was moaning in pleasure and begging me fervently to allow her to know who I was. I wouldn’t tell her, not yet. I wanted her to enjoy herself with me like she had with him before I revealed myself. I could smell her juices, could feel them dripping onto my arms where they were held under her. I pulled my tongue back from her anus and began to suckle her honeypot’s flower-bud, flicking it with my tongue. She cried in pleasure and tried to squirm away from me, but I grabbed her hips and held her fast. I was merciless on her sensitive little button and flicked it as quickly as I could, all the while keeping my lips suctioned on it like a nursing babe to his mother’s breast. I scooped her liquid from her flowing tunnel and used it to lubricate her rectum. I slowly worked my fingers into her. One. Two. I stroked into her slowly as she groaned and writhed underneath me. Three. I pistoned my fingers in her, then worked my fourth in. She went insane; her hips bucked wildly and she was screaming into her goose-down pillows. I could barely keep my mouth on her, I had to wrap my other arm around her legs to keep from being flung away from her. I stopped my movements in her anus, giving her time to calm a bit. Then, I worked my thumb into her. A quiet whimper was my reward, a whimper that worked its way back to a high-pitched moan, then to a scream as I gently moved my fist in and out of her. I was turned on immensely, and I slipped my hand down and started to masturbate in time with my thrusts. I licked up and down her juicy lips. My own excitement started to build as I thrust deeper into her. She was still save for the clenching of her inner muscles and the small tosses of her head. My mistress, my beautiful blonde mistress with hair like a fashion plate and bruises upon her breasts like a common whore... this woman was subdued by the pleasure I was bringing her. This woman was my complete and utter slave. How I enjoyed the reversal of roles! Now she served me, instead of I serving her. She served me in her pleasure, in her writhing. Every moan she made was mine and mine alone now. It made my skin hot to think of it, and made my hand move faster as I pleasured myself while pumping her and feasting on her sex. She was trembling, her muscles gripped my arm and my tongue as I made love to her, and to myself. She was in cascades of ecstasy, every shudder she made accompanied by the slightest of purrs, coos, and whimpers. My mistress was in the throes of orgasm, and it was because of me! I shuddered in a climax myself, and moaned into her opening. She shuddered and lay still while I pulled my fist from her depths, and moved from her still pristine ecru sheets- still clean, at least, if not perfectly made. I stood and wiped my hands on my black maid’s uniform, and as I walked past her, I heard her gasp. A- a woman? She was startled, I enjoyed that and smiled in triumph. Jennie? she asked, puzzled and not yet comprehending I was the one who had so mercilessly played with her anus and delighted her dripping box. I started for the door. Better be quiet about this, I warned her, I saw everything with that man. She blushed furiously, I laughed and went to be on my way. Her eyes lit. I saw them light and was puzzled. Then someone grabbed me from behind. A strong hand clamped over my mouth. I tried to scream. Something sank into my neck. And the candle winked out. To be continued... Gillian Ch. 03 Chapter 3: The Suitor I watched the scene before me in delight. My Gillian, prim and proper until I came to her and had my way with that lithe little body of hers, was being fisted by one of her servant girls. I smirked. Ah, if the Boston society pages could get hold of this- such a scandal! And her in black underclothes, naughty naughty, whatever is the world coming to? Looking back to the raunchy maid going at her mistress, I nearly laughed aloud. I'd wondered how long she could stay away. I had spied the glimmer of her eyes and part of her face by the light of Gillian's candle, peeking through the armoire. I knew she had watched us, hidden inside that cherry wood wardrobe. Later, the scent of her juices and the sound of her fingers massaging her dripping cunt in time with my strokes up Gillian's bum- mmm, it had been delightful. Brought me off rather nicely, too. When I flew off for the night, my sensitive hearing picked up the thud in the standing closet. Perfect, I smiled to myself, returned, and hid on the balcony to wait. Well, now I was reaping the fruits of my patience. I was rewarded with the forbidden debauchery before me. Gillian was writhing on her housemaid's fist and moaning excitedly. The maid was not only pounding my beauty's rump, but making a meal of her lovebox- all while masturbating! The air was rich with their groans of pleasure and the aromas emanating from their flooding pussies. Both females before me were shuddering with quaking orgasms, and all too soon, it was over. The beautiful mistress was gasping in shock at having been soundly screwed by another female. Jennie (as maid had been called) was starting for the door, smug and triumphant, thinking she had my Gillian dead to rights. So I stepped from my concealment on the balcony. Gillian's eyes lit, and the next moment the candle burned out. In the second before the darkness, I grabbed Jennie and clamped a hand over that impudent little mouth of hers. It was still damp with Gillian's honey. I sank my fangs into her neck and began draining this little slut for her daring to threaten my woman. The only thing that saved her was Gillian coming forward and putting that delicate hand of hers to my neck. I pulled back and licked the girl's throat to close the marks and keep her from bleeding to death. Jennie looked up at me with the stars in her eyes- the little slut enjoyed me attacking her! I felt myself stir, glanced at Gillian and smiled. She would let me do as I pleased, good. I decided to show the maid what I could really do. Gathering the front of her woolen uniform dress in my fist, I yanked. There was a small shriek of pain as the fabric chafed her skin and pinched her arms before finally giving way with a loud rip. It was accompanied by popping and tinkling as some of the simple metal buttons down the front of her dress came off and fell to the floor. She was now naked save for a worn camisole and pantaloons set, under which I could see stockings; there had to be a garter belt under there. Jennie was looking at me, a little frightened now. But she was also flushed, and I could hear her breath coming heavier and faster from her lips. I dove onto her, pinning her to the floor and rending her remaining clothes to shreds. She was whimpering in fear, but she was also grinding on my leg. Damn, I could feel her wetness through the trousers- these would need to be replaced. Ahh, dirty girl, I said. Such a naughty little thing, being forced to the ground, attacked, and yet you are dripping wet. I knew my voice had the trace of a French accent. I'd come to America only twenty years before, and the Yankee speech hadn't as yet entirely usurped my native tongue. She shuddered prettily and I let go, rising from where I'd pinned her to the floor. Jennie lay still where I'd left her, pinned like a butterfly to the floor. I pulled Gillian to me and whispered in her ear. She shook her head fervently no, but I gave her a look that brooked no argument. Gillian shivered in distate and embarrassment, then unhooked her corset to stand utterly naked before me. She was blushing bright red from root of hair to nail of toe, but she lay atop Jennie as I'd directed. Maybe it was because Jennie was from a class that was closer to death, sex, and birth that she knew what I wanted immediately. Her tongue, purple-pink in the moonlight and the light of the gaslamps lining the streets, flickered out to caress Gillian's tiny bud. Gillian moaned and I shoved her head to Jennie's clit, where she tentatively licked out. Jennie quaked under her and dove into Gillian's muff in response. After that, Gillian was caught up in the pleasure of it all as much as Jennie, and I watched the two of them perform acrobatics with each other that even the Kama Sutra would marvel at as I disrobed and began to stroke my cock. I stopped the girls in a roll. Gillian was back on top, Jennie underneath, and both were feasting on the juices flowing from each other's box. I pushed Gillian's head up gently, and plowed my shaft into Jennie hard and without warning. She cried in pain and I sniffed the scent of blood- Jennie was a virgin, this should be amusing. Jennie was crying quietly as I shoved myself into her hard and fast. Eventually she loosened up and got into my rhythm, and moaned every time my member was pushed fer inside her depths. Gillian was enjoying herself too, she had leaned up and was showering kisses onto my chest between ecstatic groans from sensations bequeathed her by Jennie's lapping tongue. I sensed from her writhing that Jennie was almost at her peak, so I pulled myself from her pussy and shoved past her anal ring to rest with my scrotum upon her rounded cheeks. She buried a scream in Gillian's muff and tried to squirm away from me. I held her by the hips firmly and started to thrust into her sexy little bumhole. She whimpered. Obviously she wasn't enjoying herself, so I reached down and started to flick a finger on her clitoris. That got her going, and soon she was meeting my hips with hers and cumming hard. I still wouldn't let up on her bud, and I slammed myself into her until she couldn't take anymore- then kept going. Gillian had climbed off of Jennie shortly after she screamed, and was masturbating furiously on the balcony. My my, I thought, my little beauty's an exhibitionist! I pulled from Jennie and went to Gillian. Hello darling. Would you like to give a show? I gave her no chance to respond to my query as I lifted her and draped her with her upper body dangling over the railing. I grabbed her hips and stabbed my length into her. She let a shriek of surprise out worthy of the Banshee itself. I threaded her arms through the rails and held them at her hips as I reduced our previous passion to animality, pillaging the deep, tight asshole of the beauty before me. I fucked her, honest-to-god (or maybe devil?) fucked her. The little rich girl was getting a good old-fashioned plowing and enjoying every second. She was begging me for harder and deeper, loud enough that I was sure they could hear us even three stories down on the street. Leaning over Gillian, I gripped her breasts, bruised from my earlier rough treatment, and fondled them where anyone looking up could see. Being so public in our activities was turning my beauty on more than I could have dreamed, she was having layer upon layer of orgasm. I could barely stand my gound with her, I was moaning and ready to come. This time when I pulled out, I felt my cock spasm and I saw its shudders. While I watched, it jerked and I felt my scrotum tighten, then my milky seed flew and landed halfway up Gillian's back. She shook and almost went over the side of the balcony as she came one final time, then slumped to the ground. I left my two shaking women after I retrieved my clothes- it was starting to get light, and I had work to do. The next evening I gave them both the shock of their lives. Gillian had been called to her father's presence in the parlour, and Jennie was serving the tea. They both appeared at the same time to the room, and both stopped dead seeing me in a neat brown suit on the ottoman near Gillian's father. The man smiled at them and motioned them closer. Gilly, my darling, he said, this is Mr. Newcombe. He's asked for your hand in marriage. You've agreed, and Jennie will go with you to start your household. Come, darling child, give your papa a hug, and go to make arrangements- the wedding will occur in three months' time. Smiling broadly, the man dismissed his daughter, then Jennie after the tea was served, and he and I began to speak of the future. To be continued... Gillian Ch. 04 It was completely by accident that I found my mother's old diary in our home's attic. I had gotten permission from my mother to search her old trunks for some special jewelry to wear that evening at the dinner party my parents were giving for my newest suitor, his widower father, and my best friend Madeline. I wish I had Derek all to myself tonight, but since he was a friend of Madeline's brother she had to formally introduce Derek to me in polite society. After all, just because we were introduced to dance together at last week's ball, at which I reserved three whole dances for him, it didn't mean that he was allowed to talk with me on the street as if he knew me! Oh no, that is reserved only for acquaintances introduced properly... a dance is one thing, but a dinner or tea or chance street meeting- well, it just isn't acceptable! Anyway, I stumbled on the old, leather-bound book looking through the trunk my mother had taken with her on her honeymoon with my father. When I opened it, the inscription read "This journal belongs to Gillian Newcombe" in my mother's beautiful calligraphy. I had often asked my mother for advice on what a wife should do on her honeymoon, but she always merely smiled mysteriously and then said that there was no one else like my father. Then she would wander off, leaving my questions unanswered. I thought to myself that I would read this diary after the dinner party and see if I might perhaps get a few puzzles solved. So I pocketed the book, and after a little while more of searching trunks, I finally found the perfect accessory to complement my outfit and returned downstairs to bathe and dress for the evening. Several hours later, after a very successful dinner (during which I completely trumped poor Madeline in both grace and manners and gathered Derek's interest more securely toward myself than I had before) I pulled Mother's diary from my day dress' pocket and lit the reading lamp by my bedside. I opened and began to read... --------------------------------- August 19th- It's such an odd time to start a honeymoon... But it *is* what my husband desires, and I do so wish to please him, especially since he's already been so happy with both myself and Jennie so far. I can hardly wait for tonight... He's going to wake around sunset, he said, and he's finally going to take my virginity! I'm excited, and I find my pantaloons damp in the middle just thinking about it. I wonder if it will feel as good as when he put himself into my anus and made love to me. I do hope so... He has booked us a private car- an entire car!- on the train, and we can lock off all the entrances if we want, and unlock them when we ring for service. Jennie and I intend to take full advantage of the privacy. As I write, she's locking the car completely and getting undressed... I can hardly wait! My husband has purchased several thick candles and a variety of lotions for us so we can keep each other amused while he sleeps. I think I'm going to take the largest one and push it into Jennie's pretty little cunny... (Isn't that a naughty word? I love it!) I think I'm going to lick her nipples while I do it... she does have such sensitive nipples. I hope she puts her fist in my anus again, as well. She hasn't done it since the first time, and I absolutely adored it! Oh, here she comes.... I'll write more later! --------------------------------- I sat in shock as I read my mother's words. She- and Jennie, the maid- these two women.... They made love to each other? I didn't know women did that! It just- it wasn't allowed! What a scandal! How dare my mother write down such shameful words! What would happen to our family if anyone other than we knew this secret? And yet I couldn't help but feel dampness in my nether-regions, and I couldn't stop the desire in myself to read more. --------------------------------- August 20th- He finally took my virginity! He made Jennie hold my head in her lap and squeeze my breasts while he slammed his shaft through my hymen. When I screamed he flicked my nubbin until I had an orgasm and then said, "I'm going to fuck you now, my beauty." He did, he did! It was so wonderful! And I did get to push the thick candle up inside Jennie's ass while he pounded my vagina... Words can hardly describe it! It feels so different in my little cunny- it's slicker and there's a spot inside that makes me shudder and get wetter than I've ever been! I had enough juices to lubricate my husband's member pumping in and out of my box and to make the candle slick enough to get it inside Jennie's bum! She looked very desirable with the candle as wide as my fist sticking out of her ass and her juices dripping onto the pillow beneath her. I had to lick her sex, and I pulled her onto my face as my husband let loose his first load into me. He raised my hips and slid his still-hard shaft up my rear and pounded it like there was no tomorrow coming. I moaned into Jennie's dripping honey pot and rubbed my nubbin as I was penetrated in my forbidden hole by my husband's hard member. Jennie kept coming all over my face- I thought I would drown in her juices, and I couldn't imagine a better way to die than being penetrated up the rear while having sex with another woman. My husband came again, his seed spilling into my ass. He pulled Jennie away from my tongue and made her help him tie me up. Then he spread my love juice all over my breasts, stomach, and legs and had Jennie lick me all over until I was clean while he fingered her. I passed out from pleasure- I'm not sure if she got me clean or not... The last thing I remember was waking briefly to Jennie rubbing her clitoris on my nipple and kissing my husband passionately while she fingered my cunny with one hand and stroked his dick with the other. What a wonderful night! --------------------------------- I had unconsciously untied my night robe and started to rub my own nipples as I read the steamy entry in my mother's journal. When I realized what I was doing, I felt myself blush. I could feel the heat in my face build as I became aware that not only were my nipples hard like small pebbles, but the space between my legs was slick and warm. I darted my hand down and felt myself, coming away with a small string of my own juices. I wanted to feel what my mother had, I discovered with a shock. I wanted to know what being naughty was like! I slipped my hand back down into my cunny and rubbed my clitoris, just like my mother had done while she had sex with our maid and my father at the same time. I read the passage over and over, rubbing myself furiously. Just as I was about to climax, I heard a knock at my door. Before I had a chance to cover myself, my mother walked in! I turned bright red in shame and grabbed for the covers- but too late. My mother had seen me touching myself. And she saw the book that fell from the bed when the linens were yanked. She crossed the room silently, picked her old journal up, read what I had... I was so embarrassed; I thought that she would be angry. Instead, she ruffled my hair and pulled the blankets from my grasp. "Darling", she said... "Darling, beautiful, precocious little girl... If you wanted to know about things like this, you should have asked..." She spoke these words gently and without rebuke, then leaned in and kissed me. Not the motherly kiss she had given me for my entire life, though. No, this kiss was the kiss of a passionate woman, and it took me by surprise. I had no choice but to submit to my own mother as her lips pillaged mine. I was breathless when she finally pulled back. "Noelle, love... Would you like to learn?" I nodded mutely; I could do nothing else but agree. She left me for a while. Just as I was about to recover my senses, Mother and Father both entered my room. My father shut and locked my door, and then he and my mother stripped completely. As they came to my bed, I was frozen in shock and desire. I felt my juices drip down my buttocks to join the growing puddle collecting on my sheets. My father forced me back and tied my wrists and ankles, then bound them to each other behind my back so that every part of me was exposed. I moaned in terror and also great pleasure. I'm not sure why the idea of my parents taking me like this made me excited, but suddenly I couldn't wait to feel their hands on me, all over, in places no one else had touched since I was old enough to care for myself. My father spread my legs like a butterfly spreads its wings and gazed approvingly at my secret places. He leaned down and licked at my box, flicking his tongue lightly over my slit and then sucking hard upon my button. I came instantly and convulsed so that the ropes cut into me, but even that pain felt as sublime pleasure to me. "You're ready, Noelle," he whispered to me, and took my juices to lubricate his shaft as he grew hard for me. He raised my hips using pillows and climbed between my legs. Using more of my own juices, he made his hardened member slippery. It glistened in the lamplight for a moment before he sunk it deep into my tight, virgin backdoor. I cried out and came again, my juices coming with such force they squirted onto my father's abdomen. With his loins pressed firmly against my buttocks, my father told my mother to mount my face. She did, and for a moment I was confused. I thought back to the diary and to what my father had done to me so far, then gingerly licked at my mother's cunny. She shuddered and then leaned over me. She mirrored my tongue's movements against her love box exactly onto my own set of lower lips. I realized if I wanted to feel good, I would have to tell my mother what I wanted with my lingual skills. I began to munch her beautiful vagina in earnest, and my mother reciprocated the pleasure I gave her. Satisfied I was enjoying myself, my father began to move in my bum. I cried out against my mother's wet lips and dropped my head back onto the pillow as my father pillaged my anus with his hard dick. I could feel every move of his penis. I couldn't help but come over and over between my mother's ministrations with her tongue in my love tunnel and my father pounding into my rear. I was writhing against my ropes and I couldn't keep track of the times I enjoyed sweet orgasmic bliss. Eventually my parents released me and let me masturbate while I watched them enjoy each other. We all fell asleep naked and lying in each other's arms as the warm light of the lamp eventually sputtered and went out. My parents are such wonderful teachers for me. I can't wait to find out what I learn next!