The Young Governess by Phoebe Gardener Read Free Book Online

almost fading away entirely, returning occasionally loud and fragmented. Alice had freed her large breasts from the confines of her dress and the mere sight of them aroused feelings of lust. Kate’s cunt started to lubricate.
    “Look, dearest, see how wet her sex becomes!”
    As Alice’s fingers busily parted the folds of her sex, and rubbed either side of her clitoris, Kate dimly realised through the warm haze of lassitude that she was going to be fucked. She sincerely hoped so. Then she would become the second Lady Fordham. Part of the Fordham harem. She giggled inanely.
    “Lick her cunt, Bradley. She tastes divine. Here let me hold her legs open for you… But not for too long. The poor little thing so desperately needs to be fucked! Yes, Kate,” laughed her employer humiliatingly, “sweet little Kate, now you will be deflowered… for our pleasure!”
    Kate felt a firm grip on her ankles as Alice Fordham lifted them up and over her head. For the very first time in her life, Kate Spencer’s sex was entirely exposed to a man’s gaze: he could see her dark brown pubic bush, the delicate, seeping, pink folds of her exquisite, virginal cunt – even the tight, wrinkled little pucker of her nut-brown anus.
    Bradley Fordham needed none of his wife’s encouragement. He quickly knelt and his fingers started to explore Kate’s wet, pulsing sex.
    She groaned and writhed deliriously beneath this determined attack on her genitals. She felt his fingers rubbing, sliding at the tender lips of her vagina, and slowly spreading them apart between her widely spread legs. Then a sudden pain as his middle finger probed her hymen too hard. In a sudden rush of irrational, girlish terror, she tried to clamp her thighs together but he was too quick, and besides, his wife was keeping a firm grip on her widespread ankles. His head dropped and the sudden wetness of his slavering lips locking onto her throbbing and exposed clitoris froze her body as it was. She felt the brush of his moustache, the tickle of his side-whiskers. A sharp new sensation rippled through her and she felt all the tingling carnal passions that she had built up over all the years before suddenly and without warning, rushing up from her legs and belly and gurgling from her mouth in an uncontrollable torrent of pleading cries.
    “Lord! Oh Lord!” she groaned over and over without ceasing as the firm bud of her clitoris sprang into a life that she never knew it possessed as he nibbled and sucked mercilessly at it in the sudden crazed passion that now overtook him. Her head rolled from side to side on a strategically placed pillow, her hair coming loose from the carefully tied chignon, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered now but the delicious rape of Bradley Fordham’s mouth that was making those wet, sucking sounds down between her open and defenceless legs. Strange, muted and hazy thoughts of that summer day long ago with Rosie and Joss drifted across her mind and she wanted to open her eyes and see if there were lazy fleecy clouds above, but she couldn’t – only the pale, looming orbs of Alice’s breasts as they hung down, swaying slightly with the exertion of holding Kate’s legs open. There was nothing she could do but buck and churn beneath that probing tongue that was burning fire into her young and unplundered vagina.
    And then, when she thought it would never end, he twisted around again, dropping heavily between her legs. He paused to unbutton his trousers and allow his enormous cock to spring free.
    Kate was beside herself, she had never felt so open and ready in her life. Her pelvis rotated in small hungry circles as he knelt between her open thighs, holding her legs in the air. He smiled down at her.
    “You’re a pretty, sporting, young girl, Miss Spencer. I think you will enjoy this as much as I will,” said Sir Bradley in a voice tight with lust.
    “Oh, Sir Bradley!” she gasped urgently, her pelvis making larger circles now. “Please put