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Authors: Tara Black
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thudding before I had a chance to register that it was only Molly.
‘Sorry, sorry,’ she whispered, putting out a hand, ‘didn’t mean to startle you. I was on my way, but then I heard the door open and bottled out. Suddenly thought you might have just been joking.’
‘Sweetie, my come-ons are never jokes.’ It was difficult conversing in an undertone so I pulled her back into my room. She was wearing only a shift, and as I turned the key I spotted something through the fine cotton and lifted it before she could stop me. ‘Hey, now what are these? As I recall, the idea was you were going to check out my bum. Among other things.’ I ran a finger along one of three plum-coloured lines.
‘It was him , of course. And he would’ve done more but I weren’t having it. So when he started calling me every name under the sun I just buggered off. Stuff him!’
She looked thoroughly mutinous, but there was a trembling lip and I eased her down beside me on the bed. ‘I’ve got some herbal oil here in my bag, the perfect thing to soothe some fresh stripes. So why don’t you just come over this way, that’s it. Just get good and comfy.’
I settled Molly over my knee and pulled the shift right up out of the way. For the second time in only a few hours I had a body across my lap, bottom bared. Difference was, this one wasn’t for spanking and was lusher, broader-hipped than the earlier example. I set to work and before long she was moving in response to my hand, with little noises in her throat.
‘Come right up on the bed,’ I murmured, and rearranged the compliant girl into a sixty-nine position where her genitals were mere inches from my face. She made to push her face into my crotch but I told her later. I wanted no distraction from my close encounter with a fresh cunt, all whorls and dimples of slick, engorged flesh. I delayed as long as I could but it seemed all too soon that I was wrestling with jerking hips as the climax broke. Then she took charge, turning herself round to face me, head busy between raised, spread thighs. She seemed to sense I was too far gone for much teasing and homed straight in to the clitoris in a way that sent me spinning off into space.
Afterwards we lay twined, and as I was hovering on the edge of sleep I thought of Chicago and the internet poster. Mrs Jencks had assured us we were the first viewers of the collection, but at the time there was something about her manner that didn’t ring true. Something that had stayed with me to surface in one of those strange twilight states. I turned over and muttered into Molly’s ear, ‘Visitors, gorgeous. Had any visitors lately?’
‘Mm-mm.’ She snuggled into me and I tried again.
‘Anyone come to the house in the past month?’
‘Visitors. Not since the Master got ill.’ The voice was thick with sleep and I was about to give up when she mumbled, ‘I’m wrong. A lady in the library. From some college. Didn’t see her myself. Mm-hm...’
The news should have put me into a state of alert, but instead I too slipped quietly away to that land east of Eden. Perhaps I’d been used up by the long, intense day and deep down knew it would keep till the next one.
As it was I woke in a rush to see the time had passed nine o’clock, I was alone in the bed and there were a few sheets of paper that had been left beside me on the table. I scooped them up and scanned their contents: there was no heading but the last line contained the familiar words uxor studiosa scripsit under the date of July 1728. If my memory was to be relied upon, that was a mere month later than what I’d seen already, and oblivious to the fact I was making a late start even later, I began to read. This time there was no heading, and the pages had been printed, presumably in recent times, by a modern device.
The Day I record here is one of Work, for we are enter’d into strenuous Rehearsals, the End of which is a Display propos’d for the Great Anniversary
‘Sorry, sorry,’ she whispered, putting out a hand, ‘didn’t mean to startle you. I was on my way, but then I heard the door open and bottled out. Suddenly thought you might have just been joking.’
‘Sweetie, my come-ons are never jokes.’ It was difficult conversing in an undertone so I pulled her back into my room. She was wearing only a shift, and as I turned the key I spotted something through the fine cotton and lifted it before she could stop me. ‘Hey, now what are these? As I recall, the idea was you were going to check out my bum. Among other things.’ I ran a finger along one of three plum-coloured lines.
‘It was him , of course. And he would’ve done more but I weren’t having it. So when he started calling me every name under the sun I just buggered off. Stuff him!’
She looked thoroughly mutinous, but there was a trembling lip and I eased her down beside me on the bed. ‘I’ve got some herbal oil here in my bag, the perfect thing to soothe some fresh stripes. So why don’t you just come over this way, that’s it. Just get good and comfy.’
I settled Molly over my knee and pulled the shift right up out of the way. For the second time in only a few hours I had a body across my lap, bottom bared. Difference was, this one wasn’t for spanking and was lusher, broader-hipped than the earlier example. I set to work and before long she was moving in response to my hand, with little noises in her throat.
‘Come right up on the bed,’ I murmured, and rearranged the compliant girl into a sixty-nine position where her genitals were mere inches from my face. She made to push her face into my crotch but I told her later. I wanted no distraction from my close encounter with a fresh cunt, all whorls and dimples of slick, engorged flesh. I delayed as long as I could but it seemed all too soon that I was wrestling with jerking hips as the climax broke. Then she took charge, turning herself round to face me, head busy between raised, spread thighs. She seemed to sense I was too far gone for much teasing and homed straight in to the clitoris in a way that sent me spinning off into space.
Afterwards we lay twined, and as I was hovering on the edge of sleep I thought of Chicago and the internet poster. Mrs Jencks had assured us we were the first viewers of the collection, but at the time there was something about her manner that didn’t ring true. Something that had stayed with me to surface in one of those strange twilight states. I turned over and muttered into Molly’s ear, ‘Visitors, gorgeous. Had any visitors lately?’
‘Mm-mm.’ She snuggled into me and I tried again.
‘Anyone come to the house in the past month?’
‘Visitors. Not since the Master got ill.’ The voice was thick with sleep and I was about to give up when she mumbled, ‘I’m wrong. A lady in the library. From some college. Didn’t see her myself. Mm-hm...’
The news should have put me into a state of alert, but instead I too slipped quietly away to that land east of Eden. Perhaps I’d been used up by the long, intense day and deep down knew it would keep till the next one.
As it was I woke in a rush to see the time had passed nine o’clock, I was alone in the bed and there were a few sheets of paper that had been left beside me on the table. I scooped them up and scanned their contents: there was no heading but the last line contained the familiar words uxor studiosa scripsit under the date of July 1728. If my memory was to be relied upon, that was a mere month later than what I’d seen already, and oblivious to the fact I was making a late start even later, I began to read. This time there was no heading, and the pages had been printed, presumably in recent times, by a modern device.
The Day I record here is one of Work, for we are enter’d into strenuous Rehearsals, the End of which is a Display propos’d for the Great Anniversary
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