Amy's Algerian Anal Adventure Pt. 01

"Now you must allow me to repay the favour," she said.

"If you would I would be so grateful," I replied and rolled over now exposing my naked rump to Lucy.

My buttocks were so tender that at the first touch of Lucy's finger I flinched. However, she deftly smeared the salve on my bruised buttocks and a wonderful coolness pervaded the flesh which had previously been burning with pain. I had no knowledge of the contents of this marvelous ointment but it certainly had almost magical properties for the relief of pain.

After some minutes of gently rubbing the salve into my buttocks Lucy had entirely covered my backside with the creamy emollient and also rubbed it well into the skin. I expected her to desist once she had completed this task but her hands continued to rove over my buttocks and thighs. The sensation was not altogether unpleasant so I remained lying facing away from her and allowed her hands to continue their gentle exploration of my nether regions. Before long one of Lucy's hands had continued its exploration between my legs. Her fingers gently brushed the curly hairs between my legs and caressed my silken nether lips. I lay there frozen. No one had ever touched me in this forbidden place before yet here I was enjoying the sensation of being stroked in this soft declivity. It could not be right that I was enjoying the caresses of another female and yet it was clearly a source of pleasure.

I moaned softly as Lucy continued her caresses. I could not resist the temptation to ever so slightly open my thighs giving Lucy easier access to the quivering slit between them. Now her fingers began to effect the most gently and insidious entry into my throbbing orifice. I could feel a trickle of wetness now between my legs. I remained facing away from Lucy, I dared not move, I dared not look her in the face. Yet the wandering caresses of her hands were like a sweet balm after the violent punishment inflicted by Miss Burnley. Soon her fingers were stimulating the engorged bud at the entrance to my gushing orifice. Such was my innocence at that time that I had still to fully realise the pleasure available to one of my sex from this exquisite little organ. It did not take Lucy long to educate me in this. Her finger continued to rub and caress me in the most delightful manner possible. Sweet waves of pleasure were sweeping through my loins. Soon I was riding a plateau of ecstasy. From that small center of pleasure a delirious feeling of the most exquisite delight crept through my whole body. Lucy was now massaging my little bud quite vigorously with one hand and I noticed that her other hand had crept between her own legs and was performing the same service upon her own tiny organ.

Suddenly I was seized by the most delightful and uncontrollable spasms of pleasure. My whole body writhed in a kind of ecstasy. I had never experienced such feelings before. For a few moments I writhed in a helpless climax swooning and moaning with pleasure. As this climax subsided I turned over and smiled at Lucy.

"Thank you, that was quite wonderful," I said.

"Was that your first time?" she asked.

"Well yes, I suppose it was," I replied puzzled. "You mean to say you have done this before?"

"Never with anybody else," she answered. "But often at night when you are asleep I rub myself under the covers and give myself that wonderful feeling which you have just experienced. Now you have had your fun, are you going to finish me off?"

I suddenly realised that I had selfishly permnitted Lucy to caress me to an ecstatic climax but that I had allowed her to remain unfulfilled. I reached across and let my fingers run through the thick bush of black hair which grew profusely between Lucy's legs. Exploring this thicket I probed deeper and found the valley at its center. I had never touched a woman's sex in this way before not even my own and I took pleasure in exploring the thick soft lips which surrounded the entrance to Lucy's female orifice. Spreading the lips with my fingers I could admire the tiny pink bid of her clitoris surmounting the entrance. I inserted one finger into her sweet pink canal and felt the wetness of her juices. These I smeared on the tiny clitoris and gently rubbed around this little organ. Lucy moaned in pleasure. I continued to slowly rub her precious bud. I loved the sensation that I was giving so much pleasure to my dear friend. My hand moved faster and Lucy moaned louder. She was now lying on her back on the bed with her dress drawn up around her waist. Her plump white thighs were spread wide apart as my hand buried itself deep in the black tuft of her pubis rubbing ever harder and faster. Suddenly to my intense gratification Lucy began to writhe with pleasure. It was clear that she too was now achieving a climax of the same intensity to my own.

"Oh Amy, yes please, yes please," she cried over and over again as her body bucked and quivered in ecstasy.

I plunged my finger deep into her quim and felt wave after wave of liquid nectar gushing out onto my hand. The muscles of her little channel tightened and contracted in spasms around my finger as her whole body was racked by wave after wave of intense pleasure. All too soon it was over. We lay together in one another's arms and whispered endearments to one another. Suddenly the gong sounded for afternoon tea rousing us from our reverie and summoning us to join the rest of the household.

We passed our usual uneventful evening reading and sewing after dinner. Lady Okeleigh did not grace us with her presence and Miss Burnley maintained a stony silence throughout the evening, so we had not even the opportunity to play at cards, which was our usual pleasure.

At nine o'clock we were sent to bed as usual by Miss Burnley and were soon lying in our beds discussing the events of the day. My bum still retained a residual soreness but thanks to the marvelous salve I was at least able to sit down and the pain was bearable. Neither of us could sleep. It was a hot and oppressive night and I opened our french windows which gave onto a large balcony below which was my father's Orangery. Our room was positioned at one corner at the rear of the house. Next door was Miss Burnley's sitting room and next to that her bedroom. At the other end of the corridor also facing the rear of the house was Lady Okeleigh's bedroom. All these rooms had large French windows which allowed access to the Orangery roof. It was thus theoretically possible to communicate form one room to another via the Orangery roof rather than the corridor of the house. Lucy and I had spent many happy hours playing on this roof as small children.

The hour grew later and later and still neither of us could sleep. Despite the late hour it was still very warm and close. The clock on the stable tower had just struck midnight when Lucy said, "Let's go on the roof . It is so infernally hot in here."

I quickly agreed and together we crept out onto the moonlit roof of the Orangery. Above us a huge harvest moon bathed the whole house in a brilliant white light. Outside it was a little cooler and we stood on the roof looking back at the house. At this late hour the whole house was in darkness but we noticed that the windows to Miss Burnley's bedroom were wide open. Lucy beckoned to me and we crept closer. Suddenly both of us froze. From within our governesses room came a soft rhythmic moaning. On tiptoes we crept further forward until we were at the window's edge and both of us cautiously leaned round to peer into the room.

The sight which met our gaze was one which both amazed and delighted us. The moonlight filled the room, flooding our governess's bed in its white light. Miss Burnley was lying on top of the bed entirely naked. Her dark hair lay spread out across her pillows, her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. I had to confess that she had a most fair figure with small but well formed breasts and slim pale legs. However, it was the activity between her legs which attracted most of out attention. . Between the governesses thighs was thick tuft of dark brown hair and her left hand was deep in this bush feverishly rubbing herself. Her right hand grasped a hairbrush, the handle of which was buried between her legs. Miss Burnley was energetically thrusting the wooden implement in and out of her gushing cavity. Now the rhythmic moaning was reaching a crescendo. The governess's rubbing of her excited little clitoris became increasingly frenetic and with each thrust of the hairbrush into her raging cunny she brought her hips up to meet it as if wishing to impale herself on the invading wooden implement. Finally her whole frame shuddered and she pushed the brush deep into her inner recess and held it there for a few moments, clearly enjoying the last sensations of her climax.

Lucy and I quickly pulled back form the window, looking at one another gleefully. Lucy gestured to me that we should return to our room and we crept back though our own window as silently as possible. For a long time we whispered excitedly to one another concerning this new insight into the disposition of our governess. It would seem that beneath the stern breast of the ice maiden beat a passionate and lascivious heart. Finally after a much speculation as to Miss Burnley's other sexual proclivities the two of us fell into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER 3

In which the true nature of the relationship between Lady Oakleigh and her manservant is revealed.

We arrived at breakfast the next day and were surprised to see Lady Okeleigh at the table. Standing behind her chair was her manservant, Johnson, who seemed to accompany her everywhere. This negro was an imposing figure in his blue and gold livery coat and powdered wig. He stood over six feet tall waiting impassively but attentively for his mistress's command. Lady Okeleigh rarely emerged from her room before noon and generally took breakfast in bed. We wondered what had prompted her to join us this morning. It did not take us long to find out. Lady Okeleigh presided at the head of the breakfast table looking splendidily beautiful. Although close to fifty she remained a most handsome woman and, when she chose to display these qualities, still retained the sparkle and vivacity for which she was noted in her youth. It was rumoured that as Miss Harriet Emberton she had been courted by many of the most eligible young men in the country but no one was surprised when she consented to marry the fabulously rich and glamorous Lord Okeleigh and became the chatelaine of his mansion Okeleigh Hall. Lord Okeleigh was addicted to riding to hounds and sadly had died following a fall while hunting. Since that time Lady Okeleigh had run the affairs of the estate until her son George, the present Lord Okeleigh came of age. As a widow Lady Okeleigh had, it was said, attracted nearly as many eligible admirers as in her youth but for reasons best known to herself had refused all offers of marriage. Nevertheless, she remained a notable society hostess and was ever active on the social scene in the London season.

As we tucked into bacon and eggs Lady Okeleigh suddenly addressed us.

"I have a little announcement to make. I have decided to hold a small country house party at Okeleigh Hall. I would like you, Amy and Lucy to join us. I think you are now of an age where you should be becoming familiar with the ways of society and I am sure that you will find your time with us amusing. Miss Burnley, you will of course accompany the young ladies as chaperone."

Miss Burnley opened her mouth as if to speak but was quelled by a glance form Lady Okeleigh.

"Did you wish to say something Miss Burnley?" she asked imperiously.

"Oh, no your ladyship, except that I am not sure what Sir Arthur would make of all this," said the governess.

"Miss Burnley, Sir Arthur has entrusted his daughter and niece to my charge. I am sure he has every confidence that I always have their best interests at heart." Lady Okeleigh said forcefully.

"Of course your ladyship," acquiesced Miss Burnley.

"We shall depart in three days time and stay at the Hall for a week. I shall instruct the maids to pack for you," said Lady Okeleigh.

She then stood up and swept form the table, followed by the ever attentive Johnson. Lucy and I looked at one another in glee. This meant that we were to escape the confines of the schoolroom for a few days and what is more experience the pleasures of society for a while. The prospect of spending time in the grand environment of Okeleigh Hall simply added to our excitement.

In the meantime we faced the prospect of two more days under Miss Burnely's instruction. However, even Miss Burnley appeared to be in a better mood as we settled to our lesson Perhaps her activities of the previous night had assuaged her frustration or perhaps even Miss Burnley was cheered by the prospect of a change of air. Whatever the cause, the oppressive atmosphere in the schoolroom lifted and we were allowed to work without the usual barrage of criticism. Nevertheless the day passed slowly in the summer heat. Neither Lucy nor I could bear to endure the wait until our trip should begin.

That night it was again oppressively hot and the moon shone brightly once more. Lucy and I chatted excitedly in our room about what adventures might befall us during our stay at Okeleigh Hall. Lucy hoped that there might be some handsome and charming gentlemen in the party who would dance with her. I looked forward to the opportunity for some new conversation.

Suddenly Lucy spoke. "Amy, you don't think Burnley is at it again tonight next door."

"Well you never know," I replied, grinning.

"Shall we go and take a peek," Lucy asked.

"Yes, let's," I replied.

Once more we crept out through the French windows and onto the roof. A brief survey revealed that tonight Miss Burnley's windows were firmly shut and the curtains drawn so whatever vicarious activities that lady might be engaged in they were not to be revealed to our curious eyes on this occasion. Further examination of the façade of the house however revealed that a sliver of light was coming from between the curtain's of Lady Okeleigh's room. Finding this alternative target for our curiosity both of us were drawn to the window of her ladyship's room at the other end of the building.

We both applied our eyes to the window pane and through a small gap in the curtains were delighted to be able to inspect most of the room within. The room was well lit with a number of candles and in the centre of the far wall was a great four poster bed. Lady Okeleigh entered the room carrying a candle and placed it on a small table beside the bed. To our surprise following behind her came Johnson who also placed a candle he was carrying on the table. If Lady Okeleigh was preparing for bed why was she not attended by her maid? This question which both of us were asking ourselves was quickly answered. Lady Okeleigh was indeed preparing herself for bed but appeared to prefer the services of her male servant for this office.

Johnson unbuttoned the back of his mistresses dress and slipped it from her shoulders. He neatly smoothed the dress and disappeared out of sight presumably to place it in a closet. He swiftly returned and assisted Lady Okeleigh to remove a sequence of undergarments. Her tight corset required some unlacing before the servant was able to loosen it and remove it. Finally Lady Okeleigh stepped from her drawers and stood quite naked in the middle of the room clearly illuminated by the candlelight. For a woman of her age she certainly possessed a fine figure. Her soft and ample breasts still possessed much of the tautness and firmness of her youth. Released from her corset her belly now displayed a slight roundness and there was a slightly dimpled plumpness to her thighs. However, all in all this was a most handsome woman and I could well understand the rumours that she attracted admirers who were only half her age.

Johnson appeared once more in our line of sight, having presumably completed his duties in putting away his mistress's clothes. She meanwhile sat in a chair still perfectly naked while the manservant proceeded to produce a hairbrush and to brush out her long dark hair. This was of a remarkable lustre and richness and hung in long wavy tresses over her shoulders. Next Johnson produced a jug of hot water and filled a bowl on the washstand at one side of the room. He placed a towel on the floor and his mistress stepped forward to stand on it. Johnson dipped a sponge in the water and proceeded to wipe it across her ladyships back. He worked thoroughly and methodically, first down her back and then down first one arm and then the other. Throughout this Lady Okeleigh remained impassive standing like some Roman stature of the goddess Juno, only raising her arms to allow the servant to cleanse the tufts of her armpits and the underside of her arms. Johnson now continued his ministrations on the front of her ladyship's body, which was facing us. Although his broad back partly obscured our vision of this process we were able to discern him steadily soaping and rinsing his mistress's breasts and stomach. Now he knelt at her feet and washed first one leg and then the other. Lucy and I held our breath, surely Lady Okeleigh would not permit a servant to wash the most intimate and private part of her anatomy. But no, Johnson continued his work gently soaping the generous bush of dark hair which thickly forested the lady's Mount of Venus. His sponge worked its way between her legs seemingly finding every crevice and orifice. For a moment the impassive look on Lady Okeleigh's face was replaced by a small smile of pleasure as the servant carefully rinsed the thicket concealing her pudenda. Finally, Johnson brought a large white towel and carefully dried every portion of his mistress's body.

Lady Okeleigh now climbed onto the bed and still quite naked laid herself down on top of the coverlet. Instead of lying along the length of the bed she lay across it with her legs draped over the edge. To our astonishment Johnson did not leave the room but standing by the bed began to divest himself of his own apparel. All his clothing he neatly folded and placed on a chest in the corner of the room. Within a few moments our eyes were gratified by the sight of this huge Negro standing naked beside his mistress's bed. He was a most magnificent figure of a man, the rippling muscles of his arms and chest gleamed in the candlelight. What attracted our attention and held us spellbound was the huge organ which hung between his legs. At that time neither Lucy nor I had seen a man naked so we had no basis for comparison but my subsequent experiences have revealed to me that this black gentleman's rod was of quite exceptional proportions. Even flaccid as it was at this point I judged his mighty phallus to be at least twelve inches in length and of considerable thickness. Before we were able to admire this awesome instrument further, Johnson moved closer to the bed. He now stood beside the bed with his mistress's legs to either side of his own. He slowly reached out and grasped her calves spreading her legs wide and then sank to his knees before her.

To my amazement Johnson began to lick the inside of Lady Okeleigh's thighs working his way up first one leg and then the other. When he reached the top of the second thigh his tongue began to rove across the profuse bush of dark hair between his mistress's legs. Finally his buried his face in this thicket and appeared to be lapping greedily at her ladyship's sex. I was both fascinated and horrified at this display of carnal voracity. It had never occurred to me that a gentleman might pleasure a lady in this way. Nevertheless, the prospect of this kind of licentious behaviour did serve to arouse some degree of excitement in my own loins. What was certain was that Lady Okeleigh was finding a degree of pleasure in the ministrations of her valet. Her head was thrown back on the bed and her mouth was open. A look of complete ecstasy crept across her face as Johnson continued to tongue her willing orifice.