Adventures of a Victorian Governess

The visit to Lady Blackheart's sister had been most invigorating and thoughts of my experiences there floated in my mind during the carriage ride back home. Images floated across my mind of Susan's friend David pistoning inside her and unleashing his 'goo' on my face. I think I may have looked flushed as the children asked if I was feeling quite well. I assured them that I was most well indeed. The rest of the ride was somewhat uncomfortable as I was quite awash in my nether region. The smile never left my face the whole way.

Back at the Blackhearts, I resumed my duties with the children but saw little of My Lord and mistress for several days. Susan, who I saw as my greatest friend now, informed me that the pair were preparing for their great summer party. Apparently, a few years ago they invited their closest and most intimate friends for the most 'special' of events. A veritable bacchanalia I was told. Each year the circle of intimate guests grew and this year was going to be the most ambitious yet. I was fascinated by this idea and knowing what I do of the Blackhearts, excited as well.

"Will we be invited to participate?" I said a little too keenly.

Susan smiled, kissed me gently on the cheek and replied "Oh Emily, I'm sure they can't wait to show you off."

A day or two later, I was invited to the library where I discovered Lord and Lady Blackheart at a desk covered in papers and books. They both smiled warmly when they saw me and invited me to sit.

Her Ladyship sat next to me and took my hands in hers while Lord Blackheart lounged contentedly in his high backed chair.

"It is wonderful to have you back with us Emily," said her ladyship while squeezing my hand. "Susan has told me a little of your escapades at my sisters, it seems you had quite the exciting time?"

Despite all I had seen and done in this house I still found myself blushing a little at such frankness. "I had a wonderful time, Susan looked after me as ever and her friend David is quite the thing."

His Lordship snorted in laughter at this "I'm quite sure he is from what I've heard."

I hesitated, not sure if I should say or not, "It is possible that Lady Wishton may have seen our 'escapade' as you put it. She said nothing the next day, however."

Lady Blackheart looked at me excitedly and then glanced over at Lord Blackheart, "Oh really, that is very interesting, perhaps her attitudes to our ways have softened over the years?"

After pondering for a few seconds, she came back to herself and said "I'm not sure if you've heard, but we have been planning our summer extravaganza, our very own pleasure ball if you will?"

I assured her that Susan had mentioned it to me.

"Can I count on you to attend Emily?" she asked, "you would be a veritable star in our firmament."

I blushed again, this time in delighted embarrassment at such a compliment. "I would love that very much," I said without hesitation.

"That's wonderful Emily," said Lord Blackheart, smiling broadly while leaning forward in his chair, "and to celebrate, would you like to join her ladyship and I later after dinner?"

How could I not agree?

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Later that evening, in only my nightshift and dressing gown, I approached the Blackhearts bedroom and gently knocked. Lord Blackheart opened the door and bade me enter. Lady Blackheart was laying across their huge four poster bed, dressed in a silk wrap, looking elegant and enchanting. She beckoned me over while I heard His Lordship close and lock the door.

As I approached the bed, Lady Blackheart rose on to one elbow and gazed at me lustily while my lord walked up behind me. Slightly unsure what to do, I stood there for a moment before I felt his Lordship's hands gently bring my loose hair together and put it over my shoulder, exposing my neck. I tilted my head and gave a small sigh as I felt his lips kissing my neck and onto my shoulder. So gentle and so erotic, this immediately started that beautiful tingle in my cunny.

Her ladyship watched us and reached a hand up to her breast. I could see her cupping it through the wrap and giving her hardening nipple a little squeeze.

My Lord's hands gripped either side of my waist, then one stroked down to my thigh while the other brushed over my stomach and cupped one of my breasts, mirroring that of Lady Blackheart. I gasped and closed my eyes in delight for a second, drinking in the sensation.

My dressing gown was slowly pulled from my shoulders and fell to my feet. I then felt my lord's fingers at my chin, tilting my head back into a kiss with him. Our tongue's explored each other while his hands stroked over my chest. I turned to face him properly, tentatively reaching out to feel his manhood through his cotton drawers. He hardend at my touch.

Lord Blackheart and I kissed and touched, me with my eyes closed, lost in the moment, my heart racing. I then felt a second pair of hands, this time on my bottom, stroking my cheeks. Her ladyship had risen from the bed and joined us. She pressed her breasts into my back and I was sandwiched between these two wonderful people.

I felt my nightshift being pulled up and over my head which forced my lord and I apart. Now naked, I was led over to the bed where I was joined by the other two who lay either side, stroking me languidly.

"Now Emily," said Lady Blackheart, "it may well be time to start addressing us by our given names, don't you think? While you share our intimate spaces at least."

While tracing a finger down my naked spine, his lordship said "You should call me Benedict, or Ben if you are comfortable with it."

"And I am Louisa," said Lady Blackheart. I nodded assent.

Louisa smiled, "So Emily, introductions made, let us have a delightful evening."

Benedict, or Ben as I suppose I should now call him, lay back on the bed while Louisa and I knelt on either side. Together, we tugged his drawers down, throwing them out of the bed. His rod sprung free, almost into our faces. It looked thick and veiny and slick at the tip. Louisa gripped the base, offering me the first taste. I dipped my head and licked the tip and then down the side. Louisa stroked the base at the same time while also dipping her head to kiss his ballsack. I looked Benedict in the eyes as I engulfed him properly into my mouth. His look was so enthralled and lustful. Looking down he must have the picture of one fair haired and one dark haired beauty pleasuring him with gusto.

Sucking and licking his member, I felt so powerful, giving My Lord such obvious pleasure. Louisa sucked on one of her fingers then reached between Benedict's thighs searching, I think, for his rear passage. He wiggled and shuffled, giving my mistress better access and then letting out a small gruff call as she rubbed his bumhole. I could feel his pole swell even stiffer in my mouth.

"Put it in," he pleaded looking at his wife.

"What do you say, My Lord?" replied Louisa, challenging him in something of a school mistress' voice.

"Please," he gasped and was about to repeat his plea when his body tensed as she inserted her finger all the way in.

Part of me couldn't believe how much we had his lordship, my benefactor, in our thrall, but another part felt a huge surge of excitement. My nether regions were in turmoil.

Spurred on, I bobbed my head up and down this beautiful slick member until it erupted and my lord cried out. Spurts of his cream filled my mouth and spilled down onto my breasts. It seemed to last an age, although I'm sure it was only a few seconds. Louisa continued to grind her finger into his anus until he had fully emptied himself and started to recover his senses.

My lady reached over, kissed me and then lowered her lips to my breasts for a lick of her husband's spunk. Benedict looked pleased and content, as he should, as Louisa and I embraced and kissed fully. I loved the feel of her soft lips, so different from Lord Blackhearts rough moustache and whiskers.

Louisa lay down on her back and invited me to swing my leg over and straddle her face while I could lean forward and reach her pleasure garden.

"In Paris, they call this soixante-neuf," she whispered before reaching out and kissing my upper thigh.

Louisa's wrap had parted and I was, of course, drawn to the soft blonde hair around my lady's slit. It was already wet as I probed my fingers through the bush and down either side of the slick lips, teasing and taking my time. I paused, closed my eyes and held my breath for a second as my special button was lashed by her tongue.

Louisa started licking in slow circles while gripping my bottom cheeks. I plunged my finger inside my lady's cunny, getting my fingers nice and wet before circling her nub, mirroring her speed. This was pure ecstasy to me.

I looked over at Benedict who was clearly drinking in this marvelous view. He looked me in the eyes while absently stroking his cock. In a few moments, it was already starting to come back to life. Having seen the joy of a finger in the back passage, I was curious to experience it, now was the time, surely?

"My Lady, could you perhaps use your finger as you did with My Lord?" I said a little breathily.

There was no formal reply except that Louisa wet her finger in my cunny and then proceeded to rub the outside of my anus without ever stopping her exquisite tongue lashing. This new sensation was wonderful, especially in combination with the attention my special button was receiving.

Soon, the little circles around my bumhole turned into small exploratory probes inside and eventually the whole finger. Ooh, this was something I could get used to. With the relentless attention to these sensitive areas I could feel that now familiar heat rising inside me and I have to confess that I lost track of what my own fingers were doing. As the sensations came to their crescendo, I gripped Louisa's thighs and screamed out I know not what.

When my vision came back, I collapsed onto the bed, shaky in the most wonderful way.

Louisa gave me her knowing, crooked smile and said "Well, what have we awakened here?"

"I don't know, My Lady, but I may well ask for it again," I replied huskily.

"Do you remember my tryst with the good Dr Savage?" Louisa asked. "And what we did?"

"Oh yes, yes indeed, can I try it?" I said looking between the pair.

"I think it can be arranged, in fact there might be no time like the present." Benedict said before hopping out of bed and opening a small cupboard. There seemed to be many objects, jars and devices in there but he simply took out a small lidded jug and closed the doors.

"Some lubrication may be in order" he declared, turning back to us.

Louisa lay me back and encouraged me to bring my knees up to my chest. Benedict used the small jug to delicately pour a small amount of oil on and around my little pink star. My lady then rubbed around the entrance with a finger before slowly easing it in and out. Her tender touch was lovely but I couldn't help but be distracted by Ben's manhood that was now fully engorged. It was even more exciting to see him pour a little of the oil on himself and to slowly stroke and rub his member.

"I'm going to put in a second finger Emily, let me know if you feel any discomfit?" said Louisa.

This felt even better as she stretched out my little hole. I was both excited yet a little scared that his lordships rod would be in there soon. How would it fit? Louisa had taken all of Dr Savage hadn't she?

Benedict was sporting a lustful look, anticipating what he was going to do. He shifted on the bed, turning me onto my side, Louisa withdrawing her fingers. I could feel his erection pressing on the small of my back as he kissed my shoulders and neck.

"This is meant to be fun, Emily," he whispered, "If it hurts too much, just say and we can stop. We'll start slow". Louisa leaned forward and gave me a reassuring kiss.

Both of us were on our side and Benedict raised my upper leg and positioned himself so that his pole nestled between my bottom cheeks. Louisa added a little oil to her hands, giving both her husband and I an extra rub before gripping his cock and guiding it to my anus.

Benedict pushed gently, yet this was a very much larger prospect than the fingers and I was unsure for a few moments. This felt so big. He paused for a few seconds before pushing again and with what felt like a pop, the head was inside.

"Upon my word!" I exclaimed, hardly believing he was now in my back passage. I'm so full!

Ben now moved his hips, slowly pushing all the way in and then slowly out again. Oh, this was heavenly. Louisa kissed me again, this time with lust and passion as my lord built up a rhythm, grunting slightly with each thrust. Louisa was touching herself, rubbing somewhat furiously as she watched the spectacle before her.

After thrusting away for a minute or so, Benedict withdrew for a moment, before positioning me on all fours. He then squatted behind me, thrusting into my back passage again. His thrusts now, were somewhat brutal, his rod slamming into me causing me to cry out with each thrust. He was grunting like an animal, speeding up and with a plaintive cry, pulled out, spraying his seed over my back. This seemed to spur Louisa on to her own crescendo and she came herself.

"Oh My Lord, that was wonderful," I gushed and fell back onto the sheets.

We lay on the bed for some time, myself in the middle and the Blackhearts either side, holding and caressing each other. No one spoke for some time but I could feel a warm feeling of belonging. I felt at home.