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The Manor II - Free Sex Story
The lady of the house interrupted me as I was fetching preserves out of the cellar. More accurately, I was leaning against the shelves gazing off into nothing; loafing would be the accurate term. It got musty down in the cellar, there was barely enough room to turn around, and it was the perfect hideaway for a pause. The mid-afternoon lull had captured the house, silence emanated. I heard her heels on the stairs and I snapped to reaching for a jar. From the top step, she dragged her eyes over me.
“Follow me,” she muttered in a clipped tone.
I replaced the jar on the shelf and followed her up the stairs. I could see hints of her ankles as she swished out the doorway above me. Her skirts were so long and full that one usually only saw glimpses of her skin at her collar and cuffs. She didn’t say anything as we made our way to the second floor. We were heading down the hallway towards her children’s quarters.
It would not be precisely correct to call them children. Her daughter was 16 this year; her son one year older. It occurred to me that the lady of the house probably had only ever slept with her husband on those two separate conceptions so many years ago.
We stopped outside of the library, where they would be having their afternoon lessons. Since they were so close in age they did practically everything with each other. The door was ajar as we neared the library. She stopped marching so abruptly that I almost bumped into her. I caught myself within an inch of her. She turned and pinned me with a fierce look.
She leaned over and hissed in my ear, “listen.”
I turned my ear towards the door and I could hear a muffled noise. I tried to figure out what it could be, but I couldn’t make anything out, and shrugged my shoulders saying so.
“Take a peek”, she said with a tilt of her head to the door.
I leaned in close and scanned the room with my eye. They were sitting at a table, side by side. Their heads looked bent towards each other, in much what I supposed our hushed conversation in the hallway looked like. However, when her daughter tilted her head a cascade of blonde curls swept back; they were kissing. Not just a peck on the cheek either. They were lip locked, tongues in each other’s mouths, exploring. I pulled back and looked at the lady of the house.
Without a moments notice, she burst open the doors; either one was flung back smacking loudly into the built in bookshelves. The doors shook as they swung back and the lady of the house stepped forward to still them with both hands. Now, she was known for having a temper, but this was unusually dramatic. She let go of the doors and swept into the room with a commanding presence. Her children had jumped out of their chairs and had on bewildered, guilty, shameful faces. I stepped into the room after her; then I decided against it, and instead watched from the door as she grabbed her children by the ear. This was impressive as her son was already a good five inches taller that her and her daughter just about matched her for height. Neither moved though.
“That will not be tolerated,” she said looking back and forth to each of them. It was a tone that would chill undertakers: I shivered.
“There are consequences to your actions and neither of you would want those,” she said. It sounded like the most logical idea ever and they both nodded.
“You must never touch each other ever again.”
Both agreed and then the lady of the house turned to her daughter and told her to go to her room. The girl was obviously on the verge of tears and she picked up her feet and fled. I was still standing in the doorway as the girl ran past me. I heard the lady of the house bark a command for me to come into the room. I paced up to her side and she looked at me and than at her son.
“Sit down” she said and he dropped into a seat.
“You know that must never happen, right,” she said in a soft tone.
His head was lowered, as all teenagers do when they disappoint their parents, and he bobbed his head a little in agreement.
“I’m going to go and see that dinner is underway. Cynthia is going to stay here with you,” she told him as she turned to me.
“You will make sure he has no need for wanting anything outside of this room.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Her son was very good looking. She was watching me grin with a peculiar look in her eye: maybe jealousy, anger, or resentment. She looked back at him and his mouth was agape. He was staring at my chest – I had arched my back a tiny bit – and was looking as if he his prayers from god had been answered, some punishment! The lady of the house left the room, closing both doors on the way out, and we broke out into wide smiles when he finally stopping looking at my breasts and met my eye.
“Hello Devin,” I said in a voice that came out even huskier than I expected.
“Cynthia” he breathed.
He was sitting in a wing back leather chair much like his fathers desk chair downstairs. Of course all similarities ended there. I had been watching this young man intensely since I started working in the manor, but I felt there would never be an opportunity to seduce him. He was kept busy with his Latin, French, Botany and various other studies. He was always doing something active when he wasn’t locked in here with his books. Also, I thought that if the lady of the house caught wind of me having my way with him it would be my quick ticket home. And yet, here he was all perfectly laid out for the taking.
I walked over to him and straddled him in the chair. I was sitting on his lap, but not too close to him. I traced my finger down the straight of his nose, rather roman looking, and stroked his straight, dark hair. The top button of his shirt was already undone; I slipped out two more buttons and ran my hand over his chest. I could feel his heart thundering and I left my hand there as I leaned in and kissed him. I licked and nibbled on his lips before I slipped my tongue into his mouth. His heart, amazingly, started beating faster underneath my palm. I was barely getting started.
“So I am to make sure you get whatever you want. Did you have anything in mind?” I asked saucily.
His hands went directly under my skirts. The slipped his hand between my legs and went directly to parting my lips and pushing his finger inside my cunt. I was dripping: the early morning tryst with his father had left me unfulfilled. I had been waiting for a chance to touch myself as I did my chores, if she had appeared a moment later the scene in the cellar would have been very different. My whole body had been on edge today, and when Devin began to finger fuck me my cunt was instantly appreciative. He must have been in a similar state all day, or at least for the last half hour of studying, because his cock was firmly pressing against the inside of my thigh through his britches.
I did not need any foreplay with Devin. I had been fantasizing about this for too long. I undid his pants as he – much like his father – pulled my breasts out from my uniform. I pressed him back into the leather chair. He was licking my breasts, squeezing them, plucking at my nipples in wonder. Obviously, he had not been helping himself to the maids as many other young lords did. I guided his cock into my pussy and began to ride him. We were bouncing up and down and giggling like naughty children. We were fucking so vigorously that my long, dark curls were flouncing around my shoulders. These leather library chairs were expensive and well worth the money. I loved the creaking leather as we rocked up and down, back and forth. Devin grabbed my skirts and pushed them up to my waist so he could watch as his cock disappeared deep inside me. He made a dark little chuckle.
“I didn’t think I would ever get a chance,” he said with a big happy smile on his youthful face.
I was delighted that the feeling was mutual. I stopped bouncing. I pressed him back to the leather so that his face was pinned to my breasts. I slowly, exquisitely ground my pubic bone against him while keeping the full length of his cock deep inside me. He let out a little gasp of pleasure.
“I have been thinking about fucking you, Devin. Sometimes when I am heading to sleep I will think about your tight body. I imagine fucking you just like this, and oh, it makes me so wet,” I whispered into his ear.
He was trapped beneath me and let himself be fucked by me. He loved it. He closed his eyes and placed his hands on my rump.
“ I make myself wild when I stroke myself, Devin, with you on my mind. My cunt gets so wet I soak my sheets,” I said.
He let out a strangled moan. I was going to make him cum. I didn’t care that I wasn’t there yet. I loved doing this to him.
“You like fucking me, don’t you?” I asked as I leaned down and grabbed his hips to pull his deeper.
“I think about you at night as well, Cynthia,” he chocked out, “Oh god, I’m going to cum.”
He looked disconcerted to be cumming so fast - how sweet.
“Cum, Devin. Cum inside my warm wet cunt. Cum for me now,” I demanded with a forceful thrust of my hips.
His face contorted and he started to shudder. I slipped my tongue inside his mouth and he shouted into me. He grabbed hold of me like a life preserver and pumped himself inside me. I had a satisfied smile on my face when I suddenly heard a noise behind me.
“I can’t believe you,” said his sister, all tears and angst on her face, “How could you?”
Devin didn’t know what to say. I took this all in as I slid off of him. I walked over to Cassandra and took her arm. She jerked back.
“Leave me alone, you… you dirty whore,” she spat out through her tears.
“You’re just upset because you know you aren’t allowed to be with your brother, but I have a solution,” I said, as I reached out and stroked her long, blonde hair. It was baby soft making her seem even more innocent to me.
Cassandra didn’t move. For a second she almost looked hopeful, but she didn’t trust me. Devin had buttoned his pants and was looking warily at his sister. I decided to take charge of the situation.
“Follow me,” I said as I exited the library and headed towards the back staircase. Cassandra and Devin fell in behind me and he began whispering apologies to her. She was mumbling something about how they would have to put their attraction behind them now that their mother knew. She asked him if he had enjoyed being with me as we climbed the back spiral staircase, which lead to their rooms. Devin just looked at her and didn’t answer. She got all teary again.
I pulled open the door to Cassandra’s room and ushered them inside.
“What are we doing here?” she asked, “What is your solution? You know mother will punish us if we are together.”
I grabbed Cassandra and pulled her against me. She looked up at me with these confused blue eyes and I kissed her. She struggled at first, but after a moment she stopped. When she stopped I pulled away. She was really confused now. Devin looked like he was going to protest.
“You already had your fun Devin. Now it is Cassandra’s turn,” I said.
He looked crestfallen, but Cassandra perked up at his sad face and at the idea of getting back at him. She suddenly grabbed me and launched herself at me. She obviously didn’t have much experience at kissing, much less seducing. Her body slammed into mine with so much force I stepped backwards, our feet became tangled in her skirt, and we landed on the bed. She giggled from her perch atop me. A fast blush crept up her cheeks.
“Sorry,” she mumbled into my hair as she tried to slide off me.
I slid my arms around her and gave her a hug. She stopped moving and let out a little sigh. I held her for a while and she started to relax. She nestled into me and I could feel her breath against my neck becoming slower as she calmed down. Devin was still standing by the door and I motioned him into a chair with my eyes. I began to stroke her hair; she nuzzled my neck. Their parents weren’t affectionate with them and I had heard their various nannies hadn’t been any better. I turned my head and looked her in the eye. She was watching me carefully. She slowly closed the small gap between our lips. She brushed her lips against mine, once, twice, and then she firmly kissed me. So, she was interested.
I let her take the lead and she was evidently very curious. I opened my mouth and she invaded with her soft tongue. At one point she actually licked my teeth. I couldn’t help but laugh. I took my tongue and rubbed it across her lips. She gave a little moan and then copied me. Soon we were rubbing our tongues together with the familiarity reserved for old lovers. Caressing each other’s tongues so that we could feel each other’s taste buds. Cassandra slipped her arms around me and began rubbing the sides of my body. She was gliding her hands all over. I slipped my fingers into the weight of her hair and pushed her head sideways, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. She picked up on the urgency in my kiss and soon we were rubbing our breasts together. Our bodies had no space between them. I slid one of my legs between hers and she instinctively began to rock against my thigh. She inserted one of her slender legs for me to do the same. I was starting to moan now.
Our skirts were riding up as we earnestly flexed our legs between each other’s thighs. This was getting hot. I looked past Cassandra to where Devin was sitting. He was clearly astonished and totally turned on. He had his wet hand wrapped around his cock and was stroking himself. Soon our skirts were bunched around our waists. It was almost flesh on flesh, except Cassandra was wearing bloomers. I - as you probably already guessed - was wearing none.
“I think we should slip these off, don’t you?” I asked as I pushed her onto her back and pulled the delicate cotton undergarments off her.
“That sounds like an excellent idea,” she whispered back as she arched her back and lifted her bottom, making it that much easier for me to get them off.
Ah, the blonde princess was laid out before like easily won plunder me. I knelt between her legs. Her hair was a mess; her dress was pulled down and bunched up so that I could almost see her nipples and I could defiantly see her cunt. Her tight, blonde curls were damp and I could see moisture glinting off her pussy lips. She lay there waiting all creamy and pink. I leaned up and unlaced the top-corseted part of her dress so that her breasts were free. They were young and had a not-quite-filled-out quality to them. I trailed my fingers over them, feeling their roundness, the new hardness of them, and gave a little pat to the underside. Cassandra gave a little hum of contentment. Next, I took my fingers and parted her pussy. She hummed louder. I was caressing her on the outside, teasing her clit. She loved it.
“That feels wonderful, Cynthia,” she said, “Let me touch you.”
My skirts had fallen down, gravity being as it is, so I took my free hand and gathered them up. She took her delicate hand and cupped me. She had her eyes closed as if she were trying to fix this experience to memory. Once again, the quick learner that she was, she began to mimic what I was doing to her. In no time at all we were moaning and soaking each other’s fingers.
“UHH.”
We turned our heads at the same time and caught Devin’s look of glorious pain as he came all over his hand. His hand was dripping it was so full. Cassandra smiled.
“Come here Devin,” I said.
He stepped out of his pants, his shirt was the only garment left on (by a few measly buttons), and strode over to the bed. I reached out and snatched his cum filled hand. I pulled it to my lips and began to lick the cum. I did it loudly, noisily, and I could tell Cassandra was jealous as I cleaned him off.
“Sit up, kneel,” I command.
Cassandra looked confused, but she did as I asked. I lay down on the bed and slid underneath her. I slowly reached up under her skirts, grabbed her firm butt, and hauled her onto my face. I was so gentle with her though. I licked her and teased her to no end. My legs were dangling off the end of the bed and Devin needed no instructions. He came around the edge of the bed and pulled me to the edge. Cassandra slid with me, eager not to break our contact. So there we were, me eating Cassandra, Devin fucking me, this was better than any fantasy I had imagined about either of them separately.
Cassandra’s pussy tasted sweet like juicy pears. It was a heady taste and I actually felt a little bit light headed. Maybe it was the earlier foray with Devin, or the fact that I thought Cassandra was prudish before this, but I came sooner than I expected. I was lapping at her cunt when Devin leaned in close to my body, his head resting on my chest, and fucked me tightly, fully.
“You naughty, naughty children,” I said in my best imitation of their mother.
They both started thrusting harder. They were getting off on the pure joy of getting what they wanted – being together – without actually breaking the rules. Cassandra was ready to go and I struck my tongue into the depths of her squishy cunt. She came. She soaked my face, hair, and neck. The feeling of her dripping off my chin made me come, and when I did Devin couldn’t help but drain every last drop of come into me as we were all shaking and moaning.
Cassandra gave a little tumble to the side and Devin rolled off me. We all lay there catching our breath. I knew I didn’t have too long before I was expected back downstairs. They were both gloriously soaked in perspiration, salvia, and cum: they looked mildly bewildered at their state of being.
“So this will be our little secret as Mommy isn’t going to be happy about us all getting together, right?”
“Can we do it again?” asked Cassandra sliding over to me and nuzzling my breasts with her face.
I cupped her face in both my hands and kissed her sweetly, whispering, “so long as your mother never knows.”
They both swore to keep it a secret and for the third time that day I put my uniform back in place and sauntered out of the room with a foolish smile on my face. Next, I still needed to grab those preserves for dinner.
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