David's French Tutor Ch. 10

As Cook brought in the meal I now knew that I had the choice of any of these women to gratify my sexual desires. Miss Marie would certainly allow me to penetrate her and do anything with her, or to her. She was the best bet when It came to mutual satisfaction.

The cook clearly was available too, but was probably more demanding than the others when it came to clitoral satisfaction. I almost shuddered at the prospect of being under her petticoats and huge heavy thighs again. I thought that I had escaped relatively lightly from our afternoon face-sitting session in her room.

The twins were good as masturbatory aids. Each one was so cheeky and giggly and I loved their very naivety and innocence as they handled my penis and testicles. My manhood twitched wildly as I felt Anna's left hand wander onto my thigh as she drank her soup.

"Did you enjoy your walk by the lake Miss Marie?" asked Sarah pushing her leg firmly against mine.

"Yes it was most agreeable and I saw a Kingfisher for the first time," she replied looking at me between spoonfuls. She slowly licked her lips at me and smiled like a lioness.

"There is still much flooding and the boat house was under water," said the French tutor.

"I hope that this afternoon wasn't too DAMP for you," I said, putting emphasis on the word 'damp' and wondering whether she would understand the innuendo.

"No it wasn't too DAMP at all, I found the ground was nice and FIRM, thank you and wish to pass that way MANY TIMES again in the near future," she said as if reading my thoughts. She strared at me beneath her long lashes.

The girls had finished their soup and announced that they both admired my bravery in sitting outside their locked bedroom door during the blackness of the storm. I smiled and told them that it was 'nothing really' and would do it many times again if required.

Sarah put her arms around my neck and kissed me while whispering "Tonight then," and kissed me again. Her hot breath and cool hair against my cheek made me blush and I noticed Miss Marie give me a quizzical look.

Cook brought in the main course of cottage pie, cauliflower, peas and beans. I ate with great gusto feeling my knees nudging both Sarah's and Anna's beneath the heavy linen table cloth.

Miss Marie talked to us in French and we replied but ended up laughing at our silliness. Both girls had placed their little shoes over mine and their hands on my thighs between courses.

I have to admit that this was one of the best meals I had ever eaten. The atmosphere remained electric to the very end and my penis felt numb as it thrust upwards painfully inside my trousers.

I did not think that Miss Marie had had any inkling that I had spent the previous night in the twins' bedroom and neither did the twins hold any suspicions regarding Miss Marie and I. None of them would have guessed that I had been 'face sat' by Cook as my remarks remained very light and casual.

Following our pudding of baked pear and custard we quitted the dining room and I helped Cook clear away the dishes.

"If you would like my services tonight Mister Shaw you only have to say. We shall be very quiet won't we? Eh?" she said and lifted up her skirt by a few inches and exposed her petticoat lace at me.

I thanked her for her offer but told her that I wished to catch up on some sleep and would probably be better off conserving my strength. Little did she realise that I had thoughts in other directions.

I met Miss Marie on the landing outside my room. "You are driving me to distraction, and we must do it again together," she said blatantly catching me off guard. I spluttered out some excuse about 'requiring additional sleep' and felt her hand take mine and press it to her bosom.

"Tomorrow then, and I wish you a good night," she said as she turned and sped up the stairs to her room on the upper floor. I watched her petticoats flash out from under her skirt as she disappeared quickly from view.

***

I now knew now that I would spend another night with the twins and knocked lightly on their door.

"Come in," said Anna giggling. I entered and was greeted by an amazing sight.

The twins stood near the window and laughed as they saw my reaction.

Both had changed out of their turquoise 'Alice in Wonderland' dresses and now wore very 'grown-up', very full, floor length ball gowns in white silk taffeta. Their blonde hair cascaded over their shoulders brushing the plunge necked 'décolleté' bodices of their dresses. I notice that their wardrobe doors were open and saw their shorter 'Alice' dresses hanging up inside.

"My goodness don't you both look pretty?" I said while locking their door behind me.

"We have put them on especially for you," said Sarah, "get undressed then you can watch us," said the girl, clearly keen to see my erect penis once again.

With hardly a second thought I took off my waistcoat, cravat and shirt. I almost ripped open my trouser buttons and felt my hands shake with sheer excitement as I pulled them off along with my underpants and socks.

"There," I announced standing in front of them with my heavy erection pointing towards the ceiling above their little heads.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Cook.

"I've brought you some warm milk," she said and began turning the door handle.

"Under the bed, quickly with you," whispered Anna and kicked my clothing behind the door.

"Just a minute, we're trying on our ball gowns," said Sarah unlocking then opening the door a fraction.

From under the bed I watched Cook enter and put two mugs of hot milk on the bedroom table.

"My word, don't you two look a picture?" she said, "Goodness me. Whatever do you girls get up to at this time of night too," she exclaimed and bade them goodnight.

Anna locked the door again and listened to Cook's footsteps descend to the vestibule.

"Out you come David Shaw," she said kicking me with her little silver high- heeled ballroom slippers.

I crawled out and lay on the floor on my back and stared up at their grinning faces in the flickering candlelight and warm lamplight.

"Would you care for some milk?" asked Sarah and I told them that watching them was all the refreshment my body needed.

From my low vantage point lying naked on the carpet between them I watched them finish their hot beverages.

Sarah had drunk hers so quickly that she now had hiccups. I watched her breasts move violently at each 'hic' and she smiled down and told me that she was very sorry. She spluttered into a laugh and hiccupped some more.

"I'm really, really sorry to be so silly," she said, and giggled again.

I laughed too and kept my lecherous thoughts in check.

Anna giggled like a little girl too and told me that Sarah often suffered from hiccups. I just marveled at the two eighteen year olds and at their delightful little ways. I lay on my back with my legs and arms outspread with my erect penis lewdly on display, smiling up at them like an arrogant ape.

Anna stepped over me and stood astride my chest and raised her skirt to display her 'best' silk petticoats. My heart leapt into my mouth as I watched in awe as she lifted up each of her eight petticoats and let them slip down again.

I heard the familiar swishing frou-frou sound in the still night air.

"My mother does not believe in crinoline cages," she said as if to explain the multitude layers of luscious petticoats.

"Yes Mama considers that (hic) ladies of a genteel (hic) breeding should be able (hic) to dance wearing up to eight (hic) petticoats," interjected Sarah, still suffering from her hiccups.

I watched the lace tracery of the myriad layers of pure white silk which filled her huge ball gown. I couldn't help but remember what Miss Marie told us about the young Italian boy and how she walked all over him wearing her silk dancing gown.

"Do you like my petticoats David?" said Anna reaching down and lifting them up again and letting them fall against my chest.

She repeated this several times until I could hardly contain my excitement and reached for my erection and began wanking furiously.

"No you (hic) don't David; we have a special treat for you, don't we Anna," said Sarah placing a silver slipper on my hand and penis.

The both giggled hysterically while Anna tried in vain to cure Sarah's hiccups. The room was beginning to resemble a mad house.

With the pressure of Sarah's foot I immediately stopped masturbating but still felt blood coursing through my veins.

"Would you like to see inside my petticoats?" said Anna lifting her foot and placing it next to my shoulder.

Her dress hem swept up to my chin and rested there. Anna was clearly struggling to restrain her petticoats which appeared, by sheer volume alone, to want to spill out and cover my head. Sarah helped her by tugging her dress from behind.

"Well do you?" she enquired again, towering over me like a goddess.

She swung her other silver slipper up to my shoulder and pulled her vast dress behind her with the help of her sister. From my position on the floor all I could see was her wide full gown brimming with rustling silk taffeta petticoats.

I was being teased by these two young ladies. They clearly knew my weakness for underwear and were playing me at my own game. Anna remained stubbornly standing astride my shoulders with her hiccupping sister holding and pulling her colossal ball grown behind her.

The taunting had gone on far too long, I thought, so I said to Anna, "Yes please I would like to see inside your petticoats."

"Well you shan't, and I won't let you. You are an impudent, rude and terrible young gentleman. How dare you ask a young innocent girl of impeccable breeding to stand over you so that you can gaze unhindered under her dress and stare at her petticoats?" said Anna frowning and stamped her feet.

Sarah giggled at her sister and tried to frown at me.

I realised that it was part of the game so pretended to be servile.

"I am so sorry Mistress Anna but I am but a poor boy, I need no sympathy because I'm easy come, easy go, a little high, little low. Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me to me," I said in a whimsical frame of mind.

Anna admonished me again for my presumption and with one sweep of her feet to both cheeks she lifted then dropped her huge ball gown over me. I looked up as she shook her layers down so that I was engulfed by all eight petticoats and stared up at her parted legs and what lay between.

It was very dark under her dress and I slipped my hands up both legs and felt the smoothness of her silk stockings and laciness of her bloomer legs. They felt so crisp and cool despite being trapped inside her deliciously warm dress.

"How dare you peer up my dress," said Anna stamping both feet and narrowly avoiding my ears. "Have you no manners? Such impudence; such vulgarity in front of young ladies," she said sternly, trying hard not to laugh.

I felt Sarah kneel down over my feet; her dress spilled over me as she straddled my shins. In an instant she was cupping my tight balls sac and lifting by heavy penis.

"Oh Sir," said Sarah loudly. "Your manhood appears (hic) to be in a bloated condition as if you (hic) had received a bruise," said Sarah. "The physician (hic) has decided that it (hic) shall be drained for health (hic) reasons," continued Sarah clearly in a little fantasy world of her own.

"Oh Nurse (hic) you will have to administer (hic) oral effusion...it is a matter of great (hic) expediency....Oh Doctor (hic) I cannot as I am just (hic) an innocent waif...you shall suck (hic) his manhood (hic) and relieve the blockage (hic)...that is an order nurse," said Sarah staging her own little tableau for my benefit no doubt.

Instantly I felt her lever my fierce erection off my belly and into the vertical position. I felt her long blonde hair on my stomach and thighs then her hot breath on my genitals.

Soon I experienced her tongue lapping at my exposed glans and circling my foreskin in slow tantalising movements. I thrust myself upwards seeking her soft mouth. She taunted me by licking the length of my shaft but stopping short of allowing it entry to her mouth.

"The patient is dying," I told her, "and requires urgent treatment," I went on, seeking in vain for her full red lips with my rock hard erection.

Suddenly she placed her lips against my glans and opened them to allow me to slide in. I felt her hiccup in her delightful girlish way as she began the long pleasurable sucking which I had experienced from her only the previous night.

Anna remained standing over me and I caressed the backs of her knees through her pink silk stockings. These were clearly sensitive parts as she flinched and kicked out as I ran my hands up and down her legs.

"Oh such bad manners," she said, admonishing me once again. "I shall have to sit on you so that you will be unable to touch my virginal legs," she said above me through the eight silk petticoats and silk taffeta dress.

I lay there wild-eyed almost fainting with excitement. These girls were the most delectable and desirable creatures that I had ever set eyes upon. I was overflowing with lust and I felt precum drool from my penis tip.

In the meantime Sarah was using her sharp finger nails on the base of my shaft and upper thighs. They felt like little daggers, the way they scratched, pinched and clawed at the most sensitive part of my body.

Her mouth held my penis and her hiccups produced exquisite random sensations which drove me wild with more raging lust. I held myself back, however, as I wished to time my climax, my ultimate pleasure, to the exact second.

Anna lifted up her huge dress, grabbing armfuls of white silk, and slowly squatted on my face. In the lamplight I saw that her crotchless bloomers were trimmed with five deep layered flounces of Chantilly lace of the most delicate design. They were the most elaborate undergarments I had ever set eyes on. The opening to her crotch was embroidered on each side with rosebuds and tiny daisies. On seeing her curls my penis stiffened markedly, so much so that I was able to stifle one of Sarah's hiccups.

"Oh my goodness me," I said to myself as Anna stared at me from above all the laciness and pure white silk which she held aloft as she spread her open thighs over my face.

"These are my best bloomers; I wore them especially for you Mister Shaw, as you are the most uncouth, crude, discourteous ill-mannered, disgusting, impertinent, impolite and badly-behaved young vagabond that ever set foot inside a girls bedchamber," she said as she threw her petticoats casually over me, one by one.

I lay there transfixed by the lewdness of the situation and waited until I was completely covered by all nine layers of swishing, crackling silk before delving between her open thighs.

Anna said, "There, now there shall be no touching of a young innocent girl's legs." She then growled like a cat.

It was true. I could not reach her legs but my fingers found their way under all the intricate layers of lace and silk and fondled her silk clad buttocks which hovered deliciously above me. Anna moaned as I slid my hands around her soft curves, marveling at the sensuous shape of this wondrous young creature who squatted over me.

Sarah's hiccups seemed to add a certain piquancy to her sucking. It was if she was trying to off-balance me but her rhythm remained mercilessly constant as she continued her milking.

The odours from Anna's warm moist vaginal lips gripped my senses. She wiped herself over my upturned face as if seeking every raised part of my face to stimulate her small nub under its fleshy hood.

Soon her juices began to flow and my face became damp from her exertions. Her cunt looked strangely primitive and bestial in contrast to her refined embroidered lace trimmed bloomers.

Backwards and forwards she dragged her lips over my nose, mouth and chin. My nostrils slid through the soft, lubricated, fleshy cleft as if it was a furrow. She pulled me through her over and over again. I felt Anna's soft weight hauling her labia over me as she sought eventual sexual release.

Soon she was jerking herself wildly over my face. All I had to do was lie on my back and keep my head still while she did the rest.

I snorted out her fanny juices as she ceaseless rubbed her gaping vagina across my face until she had established an almost breakneck tempo and rhythm. I lay there while she grabbed the top of my head through all her petticoat layers which rustled and frou-froued furiously above me. In the heat between her legs I felt as if my face was being worn away by her frantic jerks and thrusts.

Meanwhile Sarah's ruthless, almost cruel, milking continued. I felt that all my senses were being stimulated beyond endurance. Her hiccups and the sounds of Anna's petticoats swishing and crackling ferociously around me were the only noises in the room.

Slowly but surely I felt Anna's pelvis ground down on me more and more urgently. She now appeared to be very close to her crisis. My fingers fondled her buttocks which were now clammy with perspiration. Anna grunted in a savage almost depraved outburst and she swore as she orgasmed over my face.

Immediately I felt semen gather at the base of my shaft. I reached down and held Sarah's head. She hiccupped and swallowed seven huge thrusts of my warm creamy slime.

"Oh my, oh my goodness," she said laughing at her 'unexpected' mouthful, "The patient will survive," she announced to Anna and I.

We all lay on the carpet, our hearts beating as fast as mice. My breathing took several minutes to return to normal speed, and I noticed that Sarah's hiccups had stopped.

It was time for bed and I looked forward to seeing the eighteen year old sisters naked once again.