The Women of Monmouth

Antonia stood in the drive that led to what one might consider in this part of the country, a smallish manor house. The sky was overcast, making the gray stones and slate roof of the structure appear even more somber than it was. Clutched in her hand, a small suitcase with all her worldly possessions.

At 5' 3" she was slender in build. Hazel eyes she regarded as too large, mousy brown hair most often gathered in a single braid, lips she found a little too plump, modest, but well formed breasts concealed behind wool dress and cotton apron, she was to be the new maid.

She was greeted at the door by the other servant. A woman who appeared to be perhaps 8 to 10 years her senior.

"You must be Antonia. We've been expecting you." The woman said, her English, bearing just a lilt of an Italian accent. Just a hint of the exotic.

"You can call me Toni." Antonia said modestly. Surveying the woman before her. Straw blond hair and piercing deep blue eyes. Overall, a handsome woman probably 3 or 4 inches taller than herself, wearing the same wool dress and apron of the housemaid.

"I'll show you to our quarters. Once you settle in, I'll introduce you to the Monmouths and instruct you as to your normal duties. My name is Sydney, but you can call me Syd." She said, leading Toni inside.

Leading her through the entryway and down a central hallway to the rear of the house they entered the kitchen. Everything was neat as a pin, while also appearing well used. At the back of the kitchen was a narrow staircase, steep and ill lit. Heading for it, Syd waved for Toni to follow her. It led to a servant door on the second floor and then turned and continued upward to the third, emerging in an attic that took up most of the space.

A small room was partitioned off at one end of the floor, a clear aisle leading to it. Most of the attic was a clutter of steamer trunks, crates, and old furniture. A couple of racks of old clothing, and piles of leatherbound books amongst decorations that had fallen out of fashion. Syd led her into the room. It was furnished simply, a reed seated chair, washstand with ewer, against the knee wall next to the single window that looked out over the verdant grounds.

A mirror over the washstand, reflected ambient light into the room. A single bed and a dresser with four drawers completed the accommodation.

"The bottom two drawers are yours. I sleep on the side of the bed that's against the wall." Syd said.

Despite having come from a fairly large family, Toni had never shared a bedstead with another person. She found herself a bit anxious about the arrangement, but knew it was something she would just have to get used to. She distributed her meager belongings in the dresser and turned to Syd. "There. What's next."

"Next, I'll introduce you to the Master and Mistress of the house. Lord and Lady Monmouth." Syd said closing the door behind them, then resuming the lead as she headed back toward the stairs.

The Monmouths, were pleasant folks. Unassuming for Lesser Royalty, in their late 60's by all appearances. They had one son who still lived with them, their eldest. The other children had since married and moved away. Bryant was a barrister, and pretty much took care of the minutia of running the household. Like a younger version of his father, he dressed conservatively, but comfortably.

"Well, Syd. Good to see we're back up to full staff again. Here's hoping the two of you get along as well as you did with Agnes, though I admit, I still miss the old girl." Bryant commented.

Toni noted that Syd's face softened somewhat at the mention of her predecessor and mentor.

In fact, when Agnes left to assume the role of head cook, at the Drowery estate, she'd been devastated. For the first two months she'd cried herself to sleep most nights, missing her, and there still was a bit of an emotional bruise where she was concerned.

Syd had come to the household via an aunt, her mother's sister. Her mother had been British, her father, Italian. Syd had spent her early years in Italy, until her parents had died during an epidemic that had swept the countryside, somehow sparing her.

Her aunt had brought her back to Great Britain. There had been some money left over. Enough for a rather modest boarding school. When school was not in session, her aunt had set up a cot in the workroom at the back of her dress shop. Syd helped out doing repair work to earn her keep. She was competent but hardly gifted with needle and thread.

The dress shop had some customers of high regard, and that's where her aunt had learned that the Monmouths were in search of a housemaid. Some enquiries were made, and a week later she had been taken on. That's when she met Agnes.

A woman in her mid-forties, dark hair, streaked with gray pulled back in a bun, she was the sole of propriety. A sorceress in the kitchen, she soon had Syd involved to the point that the Monmouths couldn't tell the difference between the elegant meals they nearly took turns presenting.

And so, they had grown close. And then winter had come, and Syd would awaken in the small hours to find Agnes' hands cupping her rather prominent breasts. They would lay as such like two spoons, until on a Spring night, Agnes had reached beneath the hem of Syd's nightshirt and touched her. Syd was lost, wave after wave of conflicting feelings, but one emerging above the others. Pleasure.

From then on, it was almost a nightly thing. Once the lamp had been doused. They found themselves on the pathways of discovery, and Agnes had learned every inch of Syd's body, where and how to touch it, how much pressure to apply and when. Syd had at first been passive, but was soon unable to withhold reciprocation. She learned to do the things that Agnes did to her, to her older mentor.

It had been a golden time. Their nightly lovemaking fueled by their naked desire. Wantonly embracing every new discovery, nothing was too far, and the smell of Agne's sopping bush in her nostrils as Syd fed on her moist hole eliciting low moans until the older woman once again, came.

When Agnes had taken the position that Lady Drowery had offered. Syd was crestfallen. Agnes had emphatically promised to bring her over, but it made no sense. Leaving the Monmouths in the lurch like that was not only mean, it was the type of thing that could follow her around for the rest of her career. No, Syd realized she had to stay.

Toni listened for Syd's soft breathing. They were laying back-to-back, the lamp extinguished. It was still awkward, but it was gradually getting easier. She was always self-conscious, and so, Syd would let her don her nightshirt and shawl alone. This meant Syd had to change in front of her young protégé, but she'd long ago lost any sense of shame or discomfort in another woman seeing her nakedness.

The first few nights, Toni had averted her gaze, giving Syd as much privacy as she could. But gradually the gremlin of curiosity had slipped into the room with them and at first with furtive glances, and then with more direct looks, she found herself watching Syd change in front of her to be the most captivating part of her day.

Even with the rather bulky clothes, Toni could see that Syd had such a figure as you might see on a statue of a Roman Goddess. She couldn't help but be just a little jealous of the older woman's curves.

Syd on the other hand, was anything but nonplussed. In her mind, that which had grown between Agnes and herself, was a once in a lifetime thing. Still, looking at the younger woman, she found herself wondering what she looked like with her braid brushed out. A thought she found herself returning to time and time again. Syd had to admit to herself that Toni was handsome, in a more diminutive way, than Agnes had ever been.

Summer was waning and the weather had become wet and unpredictable. Rain thrummed on the slates of the roof above their bed like a billion drummers marching into battle. Syd had managed sleep, but it was a fitful one. She felt suddenly cramped. She rolled over to face Toni's back. That was better.

Toni had been in a light sleep. A clap of thunder and a flash at the window had awakened her. Gradually as she got her bearings, she became aware of Syd's breasts, through the cotton of their night shirts, against her back and her hips against her ass. She felt them shift in time to Syd's breathing. Somehow, it felt good. Somehow, it evoked a tingling feeling she was quite sure she'd never felt before. Maybe they'd discuss it in the morning. Maybe not.

A couple of nights later, it happened again. This time though, Toni had broken her silence.

"Syd. You feel good against me like that." Toni whispered.

Syd shifted ever so slightly, rubbing against Toni's back. Toni's voice sounded so sweet... so innocent.

"Do you really mean that, Toni?" she had whispered in reply.

"Yes. I can't say why, but feeling you move against me, is both comforting and confusing at the same time. Does that make sense?" Toni said, only a little bit louder.

Syd could feel Toni's ass pressing against her quim, so lightly. She recognized the lustful feeling that was growing in her loins.

"Toni, can I do something rather forward?" She said softly.

"I don't know. What is it?" Toni replied in wonder.

"Here. This." Syd said as she found the hem of Toni's nightshirt. Pulling it gently upward her hand reached around to trace with her fingertip between Toni's pussy lips. She was undoubtedly aroused. Syd gently rubbed Toni's clit with her moistened finger, feeling the girl quiver, an involuntary peep of delight, escaping her lips.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Syd asked in a sultry voice. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. She touched Toni again, with just a little bit more authority. Toni just moaned her response. Syd coaxed her to roll over onto her back.

"Do it some more." Toni finally managed.

"Of course." Syd replied as she slid her index finger inside Toni's pussy.

"Holy, Mother of God!" Toni exclaimed as she clenched her pussy on Syd's finger. Soon a second one was beside it, Syd's thumb making little circles on Toni's clit. "You've done this before..."

Syd nodded in the affirmative, looking down at Toni's hips moving in time to her fingers. A few moments later she arched her back in her first ever orgasm. Syd let the gravity of the moment sink in.

"What... you just did to me. Are women supposed to do that to each other? I always thought was was wrong." Toni wondered.

"Did it feel wrong?" Syd asked.

"I don't know. It was overwhelming..." Toni said.

"Overwhelming in a bad way?" Syd continued.

"No, it was delightful. I didn't have control of my body after a certain point. You kind of took over. Is that supposed to happen?" Toni said.

"Yes, that was an orgasm you had. Your first if I'm not mistaken." Syd commented.

"How often can I have them?" Toni asked, obviously won over.

"As often as you wish. You can do that to yourself as well, although it's usually more intense when someone else does it to you." Syd explained.

"I see. Will I be able to do it to you?" Toni asked curiously.

"If you want to, you can do that. Other things too." Syd teased.

"Like what other things?" Toni asked

"All in due time, Toni." Syd answered, turning the woman's head to face her and bringing their mouths together in an erotic kiss that lasted several minutes, their tongues dancing together in celebration of their newfound love.

For that was the truth of it.

As it had been with Agnes, outward appearances showed two competent servants, able to work independently or together, but always the very soul of professional propriety.

When the lamps went down, however, it was another matter entirely. Together, naked in their room they made love feverishly like a pair of she-beasts whose hunger for each other could not be slaked.

Toni loved to suckle Syd's beautiful and generous breasts. Syd, loved Toni's talented mouth on her sex, giving her orgasm after orgasm. After a bit of coaching on Syd's part, Toni's ministrations achieved such an elegant efficiency that Syd would just melt for her over and over again. She couldn't get enough of feeling simultaneously dominant, and submissive when Toni was at her like that.

And although Agnes had had good skills, there was something in her that, in retrospect, Syd felt she held back for whatever reason. Toni evoked such passion that it swept them both away more often than not.

Each of them felt that the perfect way to end the day was in each other's arms, and life was made bearable by the joy that they gave each other.

Three years roughly since they had become lovers. It was hard to believe. Every time Syd saw Toni's naked body it gave her a thrill like no other. Then came the day Bryant had shown up at their bedroom door.

"May I have a word with the two of you?" He had said politely after knocking.

"Yes, Master. What can we do for you?" Syd had replied.

"It's a trivial matter, really. I'm somewhat embarrassed, to be frank." Bryant had begun.

"Yes, Master. Go on." Syd continued.

"There's a new greengrocer scheduled to open next month in town. I'd heard about it at the gentleman's club and wanted to pass the information along to you in case there might be some business to be done there." Bryant said.

"I'd heard about that, yes." Syd acknowledged.

"So, I came up to tell you the other evening. Albeit it was later than normal. I heard something." He stated.

"You did, sir? Pray tell what?" Syd asked.

"Declarations of mutual love, and sounds of, what I can only imagine was rather enthusiastic sexual congress." He declared.

"Your intentions, sir?" Syd asked, weakly.

"I'm quite at loggerheads as to what should be done. My parents would be devastated if they were to lose one of you, never you mind if both of you were sent along. No. I realized that that wouldn't do at all." Bryant explained.

"So, what have you concluded, sir?" Syd implored.

"I have concluded that silence would be the best course. But that there must be an accommodation." He stated.

"And what would that accommodation look like? Requiring similar services from us?" Syd asked.

"No! Nothing of the sort. Were I to get one of you with child... well the scandal would be unimaginable. Not that the idea doesn't have its merits, but to sully the family name in that way would destroy us all." Bryant admitted.

"So, what did you arrive at as a more reasonable accommodation?" Syd pressed on.

"That from time to time, in the hunting lodge on the other side of the estate, away from prying eyes. That the two of you will enjoin your sapphic union, and I shall observe. Indeed, it is no new thing, a woman laying with another woman. I have read of such things happening as far back as ancient times. But it piques my interest to observe such an entendre first-hand. Do you agree?" He asked. "Do we have an accord?"

Toni and Syd looked at each other. Toni shrugged and Syd nodded in response.

"It shan't be a frequent liaison." Syd said flatly.

"Goodness, No! We will observe the utmost discretion. And in return, you two are free to pursue your love affair, otherwise unfettered by any undue complications, or interference." Bryant concluded.

Two weeks later, after the Master and Mistress had gone abed, the two women snuck out. As quietly as possible they trod the path that led to the lodge. The glimmer of lamps could be seen through the shuttered windows. They knocked, as agreed, and Master Bryant opened the door, ushering them in.

The furnishings were sparse, but elegant. Bryant ushered them to a sleigh bed bedecked with layers of beautiful soft pelts. Deer, elk, fox, ermine, hundreds of hunts. The pelts felt soft as they sat on the edge of the bed. Facing them was an overstuffed leather chair where Bryant had installed himself, a snifter of brandy in his hand, and a couple of glasses of claret for the girls.

It seemed awkward and contrived at first. Their initial embrace seemed theatrical. But as their passions mounted, Bryant seemed to fade from view. They were in each other's arms, in undue luxury. And they were both determined to make the most of it.

Kissing, they slowly removed each other's clothing. Their bodies entwining on the elegance of the furs, the familiar augmented by the unfamiliar. Bryant was there, watching intently as they made love. His presence, suddenly unimportant to the attentions they lavished on each other. Let him watch.

Toni's face was buried in Syd's sweet sex as she arched up, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, lost in the glory of her orgasm. Bryant's trousers were around his ankles, his hand around his manhood plied the rhythm of their gyrations. It was everything he had expected and more.

The girls looked over as Bryant grunted as he shot his seed, thick ropes airborne coating his hand and thigh as he pumped his shaft until the orgasm subsided. The women looked at each other and grinned. The voyeur had become the showman.

Several weeks went by before their next tryst. This time the women assumed a 69 position and feasted on each other's pussies. Alternating between orgasms as the emphasis would shift from one to the other. Toni felt him before she saw him. The head of his cock against her ass, slick with his saliva, pushing forward with a gentle insistence.

She had had Syd's finger and tongue in her asshole, but this sensation was far different. She knew Syd could view the whole process from beneath her. Indeed, her attentions to Toni's clit only intensified, offering a slight distraction from the discomfort of the initial penetration.

Bryant's cock head popped past the resistance of her sphincter, a moment of slight pain, and then he was inside her, holding his position for a time as she felt herself adjusting. She felt him fill her with his cock. For the first time in her life she was being fucked by a man. She came hard on Syd's mouth as Bryant fucked her with long steady strokes. The initial discomfort melting away as waves of pleasure replaced them.

She was rubbing her boobs on Syd, her nipples felt like lightning rods as they dragged along her warm flesh. A pleasure emanating from her belly as Bryant's cock stroked in and out of her easily now. She was going to cum again, and felt her anus contract on his cock, sending him over the edge, she felt his spunk shooting inside her, spurt after glorious spurt.

Pulling free, he collapsed beside them. His load oozing from Toni's gaping hole. And that was it.

Several months had gone by, relatively uneventfully, when Meredith Beauvoir arrived at Monmouth House. Barely in her twenties she was already once widowed, her first husband perishing in a train derailment during a business trip. Bryant had announced their engagement soon after her arrival.

Both Syd and Toni, speculated it had some odd connection to their last sexual tryst. That fucking Toni's ass had either reminded, or introduced him to something that he'd decided he wanted in a more public sense.

That said, Meredith was a plain girl. Pale hair that was almost white, cornflower blue eyes, tiny breasts eternally pushed upwards by the tight corsets she insisted on wearing. Wide hips for her otherwise slender build. Her attempt to appear stylish, merely highlighting how ordinary she was.

She was a pleasant woman though, treating the two housemaids with due kindness. She took up residence in the guest quarters, although the women were aware of comings and goings between there and Bryant's room. Particularly late at night.

Toni and Syd's lovemaking had resumed its fervor. Syd expressing an ongoing curiosity about what it felt like when Bryant had fucked Toni, it seemed to supercharge her efforts to please the younger woman.

It was a few days before the marriage ceremony was to take place. Meredith had come to their room.

"Bryant has told me about your trysts." She began.

"You'll be the Lady of the house. We've long since realized that would be impossible to continue." Toni said.

"Quite on the contrary, dear. I mean to share in this experience myself." Meredith said with a grin.

"What?" Syd said, her jaw dropping. "You're to be wed..."

"I've never lain with a woman before. Though listening to dear Bryant recounting your lovemaking, I confess that my curiosity has grown immensely." Meredith said. "So, before the arrival of my wedding day, I will indulge that curiosity with the two of you, if you are willing."

"This is Master Bryant's wish as well?" Syd enquired.

"Very much so. He will attend as well." Meredith stated.

"When?" Toni asked.

"Tomorrow night. The usual time." Meredith answered.

The following evening they arrived at the cabin. Bryant and Meredith were already there. Bryant, perched in his chair. Meredith at his feet. She wore a satin chemise that likely cost more than the girls made in a year.

They disrobed, self-consciously, aware of the other woman's gaze, her awkward fascination evident. But truthfully, they had missed the luxury of this bed. The decadent comfort of the furs, soft against their skin. Easing back onto the bed, they began kissing and fondling each other's breasts and hips. Their passion replacing the initial shyness. Each knew the other's growing arousal would soon lead to that sweetest of places.

Toni was going down on her, such heavenly bliss. Syd looked over to Bryant and Meredith. The chair had been turned at an angle to afford Meredith a view as she stroked and kissed Bryant's erect cock, taking it in her mouth and lavishing it with her tongue as her hand stroked it. She made eye contact with Syd, who sucked in a deep breath.

She had not heard of such things. Meredith removed her mouth from Bryant's cock and smiled coquettishly at Syd as if to say You're Next, before continuing her lewd display. Syd was cumming hard, overloaded with stimulus. Toni next with her hand busy between her legs.

Then Bryant came. Syd watched, seeing his shaft begin to twitch. She expected Meredith to remove her mouth, but if anything, she sucked harder, jerking him with abrupt strokes, making him fill her mouth with his spunk. And although Syd had just cum, she found herself plunging into the abyss again, witnessing such an act.

Toni had come up for air just in time to see Meredith finish fellating Bryant. Syd had propped herself up on her elbows, when Meredith came over to the bedside, and sitting in between them, kissed first Syd, and then Toni. Both girls surprised when she shared a generous taste of Bryant's issue.

Meredith's kisses became increasingly wanton. She had an unusually long tongue which she used with great precision as she explored the ladies' bodies.

Syd squealed with pleasure as Meredith tongue fucked her through several orgasms, her thumb busy on Syd's clit, making her melt, Meredith's other hand playing with Toni's breasts while she and Syd kissed. If Meredith had never been with another woman before, she had it figured out in short order.

Whereas Toni's forte was her oral talent, using tongue and fingers as an artist uses canvas and brushes, Meredith was more a force of nature. The raw stimulation of that tongue plunging again and again until the inevitable occurred was nigh inundating.

Toni now managed to get Meredith on her back, and tasted her for the first time. Surprised at first that her pussy tasted unique to Syd's, she relished the difference, making Meredith as wet as possible before she let her cum. Not entirely unexpectedly she felt the head of Bryant's cock, erect again, pushing at the gates of her back door.

She relaxed, and he eased into her as she moaned into Meredith's pussy. Syd watched in fascination, playing with herself, as first Meredith climaxed, then Bryant came in Toni as before. Toni writhed on the bed in the throes of her own orgasm. Both Bryant and she were spent, but Meredith wasn't done yet. Moving beside Syd the two began kissing again. Breaking the kiss Meredith brought her own hands, first to her modest bosom, and then to Syd's generous orbs. With a fascination that bordered on that of a fetishist, she found that she was drawn almost hypnotically to the larger breasts of the two women.

What had started as an awkward evening had ended in exhaustive bliss, and it was with mutual regret that the tired foursome donned their clothes and returned to the main house.

Two days later, Bryant and Meredith were wed. Syd and Toni along with several other servants that were brought in for the occasion, made sure all the guests were well attended to. The weather had been perfect, and the pair had retired to the lodge for their nuptial consummation. The next day they departed for Paris where they would spend the next few weeks honeymooning.

Meredith had referred often to Paris, having been there several times over the course of her childhood, and just prior to her first marriage. Partly she was drawn to the night life and effervescence that a more bucolic British countryside lacked. But most of all it was the Shops. Most notably the shop where she had her famous corsets made.

Things had settled back down to their normal routine by the time the honeymooning couple had returned. Meredith had moved into Bryant's rooms now that the need for propriety was no longer necessary. The couple spent a great deal of time together, and Meredith had hinted to the girls that most of that time was spent in bed.

Bryant wanted children, and they were clearly enthused by the exercise of procreation. By the end of the fifth month Meredith had missed her period. A week later the Doctor confirmed that she was officially on the nest. The frequency and intensity of her lustful coupling with Bryant seemed to wane somewhat in the aftermath.

"He's concerned, he says. But I'm perfectly healthy." She had come up to the girl's room. "I haven't even begun to show yet." Meredith complained.

"Have you discussed it with him?" Toni asked.

"Ad nauseum the last couple weeks. To no avail. He simply won't budge." She replied.

"I see. So why are you telling us?" Syd asked softly.

"I just needed someone to vent to. And you two... that night... I keep having recollections. Powerful memories." Meredith confessed.

"We do as well." Toni admitted.

"Then can I tell you something?" Meredith said conspiratorially.

"Go on." Syd encouraged.

"When we were in Paris, visiting the shop that makes my corsets. Well, they have kind of a private back room where they sell... oddities." Meredith said.

"What kind of oddities?" Syd asked.

"Well, the kind that... no. Wait. Let me show you instead. I'll be right back." Meredith said as she headed for the stairs. A short time later she returned with a brown paper package.

"What's that?" Toni enquired.

"Something... from India." Meredith said somewhat self-consciously.

"Lots of things come from India. A great deal of tea comes from India. Is that tea?" Syd said sarcastically.

"No. Not tea. There are rubber plantations in the south. Great leatherworking craftsmen. Here, I'll just show you." She said, unwrapping the package. She removed something from the wrapping and placed it on the bed for the girls to look at.

Finely tooled leather, embossed and dyed in rich hues, straps with gold plated buckles for adjustment, and a central piece that seemed to be the point of the contraption. Affixed to the central piece was a finely crafted rubber replica of a human penis. A rather generous one, at that. The girls both gasped, when they figured out what it must be for.

"There! I'm going to leave it with you two for now, so see if you can figure out how best to utilize it. In the meantime, I must return to Bryant. He is planning on going on a hunting expedition at a peer's estate this weekend, and I was hoping that by then..." Meredith trailed off.

Back down in her dressing room she jilled off desperately before joining Bryant in bed.

The women looked at the contraption on their mattress, then at each other, both bursting out in giggles.

"What should we do first?" Toni chuckled.

"Well I suppose we should give it a good washing." Syd pondered.

She picked it up and brought it to the basin. Grabbing the ewer of water and a bar of soap, she cleaned the disembodied penis.

"How do we know if we're doing it right?" Toni wondered.

"I don't know. I guess one of us is going to have to try it out on the other. You're the only one of us who's ever had a penis inside her..." Syd said.

"Yes, but it was in my ass. I'm pretty sure Meredith wants it in her quim." Toni commented.

"I agree. So, if I wear it, and we put it in your quim, then you can tell me if it feels at all like Bryant's cock did in your ass." Syd concluded.

"What could go wrong?" Toni grinned.

Syd held the contraption before her. The straps were confusing, but after sorting them out, it seemed like two of them went over her hips and around her ass cheeks and one in between. Toni and she worked out making adjustments. There was a big flat brass boss that kept the penis affixed to the leather codpiece, and once the adjustments feel somewhat natural, it rested rather interestingly on Syd's clit.

Syd arranged Toni on the edge of the bed, her legs on Syd's shoulders brought her pussy to just the right height.

"Well, here goes nothing!" Syd said spitting into her hand and coating the rubbery head, repeating this action several times until she decided it was wet enough not to cause Toni any discomfort.

Toni spread her pussy open for Syd. From the looks of things, the spit lube probably hadn't needed to be that thorough. Syd pushed the head against Toni's opening. Their eyes engaged. Syd went slow. This was somehow quite different from the finger play, and Toni felt a fullness in her womanhood that was foreign to her experience thus far.

Syd looked at her questioningly. Toni nodded her response after which Syd applied a bit more pressure, deepening her thrust.

Toni thought about how Bryant had felt in her ass. This was different in a number of ways. As Syd began to fuck her, one hand guiding the shaft deeper and deeper into her, Syd's thumb found Toni's clit and began to rub.

When there ceased to be a need for her hand to guide the shaft, Syd shifted the hand to Toni's thigh, pulling her in deep strokes. The brass boss rubbed on Syd's clit every time she stroked into Toni's pussy. It felt a little unnatural, but good at the same time. The view of Toni's juices coating her cock gave her the most intense feelings of validation.

Between the thumb on her clit, and Syd's big cock plumbing the depths of her quim. Toni began to feel her womanhood clenching and unclenching with every stroke until she suddenly felt the most overwhelming pleasure emanating from deep within her sex. It felt like no other orgasm she had ever had. Her belly and thighs shook uncontrollably, as she sobbed in joy.

Syd had cum as well feeling entwined with Toni in a way deeper than they had ever achieved. She looked at her lover in amazement as she slowed her pace, allowing Toni to recover. Syd found that if she let Toni reset, that she could again, drive her to the apex of climax. It felt both powerful and fulfilling, and it was finally only with a longing exhaustion that she relented, and they fell asleep, tired beyond reason.

The following evening Syd found out what it was to be like to be on the receiving end. Toni had tried to describe to her the feeling of being filled and stretched by the cock. But no words could have prepared her for the act itself. Toni had figured out a few things from the previous night's hijinks, a couple tweaks to the adjustments and it almost felt like she actually had a cock.

Syd had never been penetrated by anything beyond fingers and tongues. The experience was dramatic and extreme. Toni firmly sought Syd's depths and Syd began cumming almost at once, the walls of her vagina embracing the cock as it had never done before sent tremors throughout her entire nervous system, a hazy sense of otherworldly pleasure that was almost unbearable, but that she didn't want to stop, chest heaving against the tits of her partner.

The lovemaking ended sooner than the previous night, but Syd was no less satisfied that Toni had been, and they had both agreed, that regardless of how things worked out with Meredith, they would find a way to repeat this experience again, and yet again.

The next evening, they convened at the hunting lodge after Bryant's departure. Meredith had told him prior to his leaving what her intentions were, and after some minor initial resistance, he'd acquiesced.

She'd greeted them naked, but for a lace shawl that teased their attentions. There was a slight bulge to her tummy that had not been present before. They felt like an erotic re-imagining of the witches of Endor. Eager to make real in flesh, the imaginings of the debauchery they were so eager to embark upon.

Syd slid out of her uniform and did a half pirouette before Meredith. Toni had handed the harness and penis to her as her pirouette concluded, which she shrugged into, intending to shock her Mistress with her forwardness.

Rather, Meredith, overcome with lust, fell to her knees, kissing and licking Syd's dong with an urgency that needed no further explanation. Their union was sudden and complete. Syd sank her cock into Meredith's hungry sex in one liquid go. Meredith came as Syd bottomed out. They were both ablaze. Meredith's climaxes coming one after another, the pent up lust finally finding vent.

Toni watched in wonder and admiration as Syd pounded Meredith's pussy mercilessly, the younger woman cumming over and over again, pounding the furs with her fists as she squirmed passionately, embracing the power of Syd's fucking.

Meredith collapsed, finally spent, Toni and Syd on either side of her. She would tell Bryant a version of the truth. That there had been a tryst, and that she had been satisfied. But what she would not and could not reveal, is to whom her pussy now belonged. Toni and Syd. This, going forward was undeniably the truth. And as her belly swelled, her husband's inattention became less of a concern than the invocation of her lovers.

Still, the triplet of babies came one after another, barely a year apart. Bryant continued his occasional fascination with Toni's ass. The old Lord of the Manor passed away one winter, having grown infirm. His wife passing the following spring, heartbroken in the extreme by the loss of her partner. And life, with all its unpredictability soldiered on.

Save, for the constant of three women on a bed in the Hunting Lodge, Syd's cock buried in Meredith's gushing pussy, Meredith's hands playing with the firm soft globes of Syd's breasts in between orgasms. Toni, astride her face, Meredith's tongue hyperextended deep inside her, harvesting Toni's nectar as Toni pinched and plucked at Meredith's tiny nipples, creating a tolerable backdrop which life's oddities could not touch. The Ladies of Monmouth House.