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me. She was not at all a bad-looking girl, fair, and about the
same age as her mistress, with well-developed bust and hips.
As she moved softly about the room after having dried us,
Cecile said, 'Poor Marie! She must feel frightfully neglected.'
The maid turned towards us, and replied, 'Not at all,
madame. It afforded me much pleasure to watch you and
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monsieur; and it is not for me to have any wishes where
madame is concerned.' She looked very modest and fetching
as she said this, and my blood began to rise again. I jumped
off the bed, ran across to the maid, and pulled up her skirts.
She stood quite still, without attempting to stop me, only
crying, 'Oh, monsieur!' Lifting her dress as high as I could, I
knelt in front of her. She had no drawers on, her big thighs
standing out white as ivory in contrast with the black
stockings she wore. She had a tremendous growth of reddish
hair all over the belly, very thick and long, and much coarser
than Cecile's. I could read how excited she was, in spite of
her quiet demeanour, by the inflamed appearance of her
cunt, which seemed quite a large one, and her clitoris was
stiff and swollen. Her legs were squeezed tightly together, so
that I had some difficulty in forcing my hand between them.
When I did so, I found the parts between her thighs all wet
and slimy. My action in pushing in my hand affected her
visibly; her knees trembled, she gave a smothered cry, and
out streamed a river of spunk, over my fingers and down her
legs, while little white drops bedewed the lowermost fringes
of her hairs. I rose, drawing away my hand, but she seized
and kissed it; all wet with her own spendings. Next moment;
however, she had relapsed into the well-trained, demure maid
again, and, having hastily wiped herself; dropped her skirts
down and went on with her duties in arranging her mistress'
toilet-table as if nothing had happened.
"We dressed ourselves after this, and Cecile and I returned
to the boudoir, where she played and sang to me, doing
everything she could think of for my amusement; but never
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referring in the slightest way to the scene in which we had
just taken part. We had dinner together, and afterwards the
carriage came to take me home, Cecile bidding me a very
tender farewell and promising to see me again soon. That was
the end of a very pleasant afternoon and evening."
De Beaupre's clear and vivid narration had moved us
greatly as we listened to it and my cock got so unruly that I
had to keep my hand in my pocket and hold it in an
endeavour to calm its excitement. I could tell also, from Bob's
and Jimmy's movements, that they were similarly troubled.
We stopped for a moment as we came to a stile, and the duke
and de Beaupre climbed to the top rail and sat themselves
astride it. Taking advantage of the halt I pulled out my cock,
which was causing me a good deal of discomfort by reason of
its rubbing against my shirt and breeches.
"I could just do with a rub now. It's so stiff, I can hardly
walk," I said. They all looked down at my member, standing
straight up like a piece of stick, and smiled; but de Beaupre
said, "Not now, Charlie. Keep cool, and wait till tonight. It's
ever so much more fun then."
"Oh, I say! I can't really," I replied. "If nobody else will
help me, I shall have to do it myself," and I began to put the
threat into operation.
Blackie jumped quickly off the stile, crying, "Don't let him.
Make him wait till tonight." My hands were seized and held,
while Bob put my cock inside and buttoned up my trousers,
and they stood ready to pounce on me in case I should make
a further attempt upon myself. "You will thank us tonight,
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Charlie, really," exclaimed Bob apologetically, and I had to
make the best of the situation.
"Do you see that paddock right over there?" presently said
Rutherford, pointing ahead; and on our signifying an
affirmative answer he went on, "I remember a very funny
thing in connection with that. It belongs to a farmer named
Hopkins, an eccentric old chap and not over amiable; and
there are some very fine fruit trees in it. Well, one very hot
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