Richard’s arms closed around her and their mouths met. As they kissed, they began to work at each other’s clothes, Polly busying herself with his fly, Richard with her bodice. Soon Richard’s cock and balls were out, then Polly’s breasts. His mouth left hers and began to travel down, kissing her neck, her breasts, her nipples and then the front of her dress as he sank to his knees.
With Richard lying prone, Polly stooped to catch the hem of her gown and then came forwards to stand with her feet planted on either side of his body. He stared upwards, his eyes wide with desire as he looked up her skirts. Rummaging beneath her dress and petticoats, she found her drawers. These were short, frilly affairs composed largely of lace, and did little to hide her opulent bottom. Richard gave a deep moan at the sight and began to tug at his cock, which had already begun to stiffen.
Polly pulled the split of her drawers wide open, then put her hands to her bottom. Pulling her cheeks wide, she began to lower her bottom, slowly, so that Richard could appreciate every rude detail of what was about to be rubbed in his face. She felt his nose prod between her cheeks and adjusted herself a trifle, then sat squarely down with her anus directly over his mouth and her skirts spread out over him like a huge flower. Nestling her plump rear into his face, she made herself comfortable. His tongue poked out, finding her bottom-hole and pushing inside.
His cock was now fully hard and bobbing frantically in his hand as he licked her. For Polly, the sight was entrancing, a fat, long cock being masturbated for the pleasure of having her bottom sat in the owner’s face. His tongue was well in her anus, a blissful sensation but one that left her own sex in need of attention. Quickly pulling up the front of her dress, she burrowed for her quim. She was already wet and, as soon as her finger touched her clitoris, she knew that she would soon be having her orgasm.
It rose quickly and her bottom began to tense around his face and her anus to pulse on his intruding tongue. In front of her, his cock seemed huge and wonderfully potent. A sudden desperate urge came over her and, before she could think about what she was doing, she had slid forwards and sat herself on his erection.
Her buttocks spread over it, pushing the hard rod into the wet crease formed by her quim and bottom-slit. She rose, scrabbled beneath her, found his cock and put it to her sex. Both of them moaned as her vagina engulfed his penis, then she once more began to masturbate as he pushed frantically into her from beneath. All sensible thought was lost in a haze of pleasure and, as his penis erupted inside her vagina, her sole reaction was to draw up some come and rub it over her quim. An instant later, she came herself, screaming out her orgasm to the trees much as she had once done in front of Mr Arrish.
She came down slowly, only realising what she had done when she lifted from him and saw just how much semen he had produced.
‘Oh, lord!’ she exclaimed. ‘That was foolish, and me right in the middle of my month! I am sure to have conceived!’
‘Then marry me,’ Richard replied.
Arrangements for the wedding proceeded rapidly over the next few weeks, then more rapidly still as Polly’s belly began to swell and it became evident that she really was pregnant. A date was set and guests invited. The banns were read and a gratuity pressed into the vicar’s hand. Sophie Causey was summoned and three of her assistants put to work on the dress.
Once more Mrs Arrish objected to what she saw as an inherently immoral match and once more she was overruled by the vicar. At seventy-three, she no longer commanded the physical presence she once had, although as matriarch to the entire village population and mother of close to half of it, she retained considerable influence. She was still quite capable of giving spankings to erring girls, if caught unawares, but had increasingly come to rely on her sheer presence to ensure obedience.
On Octavia’s return from honeymoon, the plans for having cream teas at Erme Head Farm were put into effect. The dairy was refurbished and fitted with stout locks. The shippen and barn were knocked together and converted into one, large, airy room set out with tables and chairs. The yard was cobbled and the gate renewed. It proved necessary to obtain a licence if they were to be able to serve cider, and Polly went to the offices of the district council to apply. The visit proved even more trouble than she had anticipated, and she returned to Erme Head distinctly flustered.
‘They say we’re to have conveniences,’ she said irritably. ‘One for gentlemen and one for ladies, though where that leaves common folk I’m not at all sure. A parcel of old crams, I call it, but I suppose what must be done must be done.’
‘Absolutely,’ the colonel agreed. ‘One must never flout authority. Otherwise where would we all be, eh?’
‘Then we’ll be needing a few who know their trade,’ Polly went on. ‘A mason, a plumber, a joiner . . . and we can’t get young Jan Arrish, for all he’s said to know his work.’
‘Nor Harry Apcott for the tiling,’ Octavia agreed. ‘We’ll have to use Kerslake men, or send to Exeter.’
‘I shall take all such details in hand,’ the colonel put in. ‘I have always found it pays to use a reputable firm, and so shall visit Exeter tomorrow. For now, I intend to take an afternoon nap.’
He rose from the kitchen table and went upstairs. Polly poured herself another tea and was about to fill Octavia’s cup when there was a knock on the door. The visitor proved to be Becky, who had brought a new piece of gossip.
‘Squire aims to hold a big seeing-off party, for Richard,’ she informed them. ‘He’s invited ever so many of his London friends, he has, and they’re to come down for the whole weekend. There’s to be a big dinner, and entertainment, and he’s hired ever so many extra staff.’
‘Girls only, I imagine?’ Polly asked with resignation.
‘Ah, no, so happens not,’ Becky answered. ‘He says he can’t very well have any of us there, and he doesn’t know any other girls half as dirty, not who’ll enjoy it so much, any road. So . . .’
‘The cheek of him!’ Polly interrupted.
‘So he’s ordered a butler,’ Becky went on. ‘Special from Exeter, and three waiters, and a fellow just to open the door!’
‘Doesn’t sound like Jervis Maray at all,’ Octavia said suspiciously.
‘Don’t you be so sure,’ Becky answered. ‘I won’t believe he isn’t planning something dirty, at least for later. And he’s set the party for the weekend the colonel’ll be away up to London.’
‘I dare say you’re right,’ Polly answered thoughtfully. ‘It’s a pity we’re not to be there, in a way. I’ll be moving up country with Richard after the wedding, and I doubt there’ll be another chance to get even with Mr Jervis Maray.’
‘And I dare say that had crossed his mind,’ Becky answered. ‘He’s no fool is Mr Jervis, for all his dirty habits. He hasn’t trusted us since we brought Genevieve into milk, not an inch.’
‘Then we shall just have to make sure we don’t do anything to make him suspicious,’ Octavia put in.
A group of seven girls were gathered in the Kerslake Manor dairy, each waiting their turn to be milked. All were in various states of undress, according to what stage of the process they had reached. Octavia stood naked, waiting only for the milking machine to be turned on. She had had her enema and been spanked, leaving her ready to have the suction cups fitted to her breasts.
Genevieve and Polly were behind her, both naked but for corsets and with the French girl across the English girl’s lap, bottom raised as she was spanked. Her buttocks were flushed red and she was kicking in time to the slaps on her bare bottom, while in between her cries she giggled with the best of them. Beyond, the four sisters were completing the first part of the treatment. Eliza was squatting over a zinc bath, naked from the waist down as she applied a sponge between her buttocks. Becky was bent over the clysopomp, her big bloomers down around her thighs as Judy fed the nozzle up her bottom. Judy had her breasts out but was otherwise fully dressed, while May was in the act of removing a pair of fashionable drawers and had her bare bottom stuck out
towards the room.
All seven were in milk, all seven ready to take her turn on the machine, and each giving the occasional giggle or an excited glance to the row of men who stood along one wall. These were friends of Jervis Maray and more particularly of Richard Haldon, and had been invited to Kerslake to celebrate the forthcoming marriage of Polly to Richard. Jervis himself was not present, having been urgently called away by a telephone call from his ex-regimental barracks in Exeter. This had concerned a large amount of back pay, which he had been asked to sign for in person.
A final resounding slap and the answering squeal signalled that Polly had finished with Genevieve. Octavia bent forwards across the saddle of the milking machine, allowing her breasts to loll out over the pail which was to collect her milk. Her bottom still throbbed from the spanking Polly had given her and she was ready for sex, but content to allow being milked to bring her to a yet higher state of arousal. A gentle smack on her upturned bottom signalled Polly’s arrival and then Octavia was being strapped into place. Thick belts were attached around her waist, ankles and wrists, leaving her totally helpless and guaranteeing a minimal spillage of milk if she was beaten during the process. The rubber milking sheaths were then rolled on to her breasts, squeezing them and making them feel extraordinarily prominent, also bringing the first beads of milk to the surface of her nipples.
Simply being on the machine had her breathing deeply and desperate to have her vagina filled. Her wish was quickly granted as Polly held up a large parsnip for the men’s inspection and then eased it up Octavia’s vagina. She groaned as she was filled, then groaned again, more deeply as Polly depressed the handle and the sheaths closed on her breasts. Milk burst from her nipples as both plump orbs were squeezed at once and she cried out in reaction. As always the regular, unyielding rhythm of the machine quickly drove her to distraction, removing all thoughts from her head save the feel of her body and the gushing of the milk into the pail beneath her. Even when Polly began to strap her bottom with firm, purposeful applications of a broad leather, she did no more than raise her behind in mute acceptance of the beating. For a quarter-hour of hazy bliss she was milked and spanked, only returning to her full senses when Polly finally turned the machine to off.
The clenching of her muscles had made the parsnip squeeze out of her vagina and she was more eager for cock than ever. Yet, by agreement, they were to do nothing with the men until all seven girls were ready. As soon as she had been released from the straps and Genevieve had bent to take her place, she walked up the length of the dairy to join the other girls. Eliza was ready for milking, naked and with her broad bottom red from a spanking dished out by her younger sisters. Becky was across Judy’s lap, squealing and kicking her way through her own spanking. May was at the end, sponging her bottom after her enema.
Taking May firmly but gently by the arm, Octavia drew her down on to the floor. With May kneeling and a hand in the small of her back, Octavia set to work spanking her. May’s buttocks quickly began to flush and, after a while, Octavia took her friend by the hair. Pressing May’s face into her crotch, she continued the spanking, all the while with an agile tongue flicking at her quim. As her excitement rose, she spanked harder, until May’s bottom was bouncing and wobbling under the slaps and the cheeks had began to separate to show quim and anus to the watching men. In response, May licked yet harder, until Octavia finally came in her face.
The two of them remained together after the spanking, cuddling and kissing while Genevieve, Eliza, Becky and Judy were each milked in turn. When May’s turn came, Octavia worked the milking machine and did the beating, applying the strap to May’s already pink bottom as the milk squirted down into the pail. Octavia was enjoying herself immensely, but it was over all too soon, and as the last of May’s breast milk dripped into the pail Polly stepped forwards.
‘Very well, gentlemen,’ she announced. ‘We are yours for the afternoon, to do with as you please. There is milk for refreshment and butter for more delicate needs. Please do start.’
They needed no further encouragement. Four had already surrounded Octavia and May as they disengaged the milking machine. Even as Octavia was peeling the rubber sheaths down over May’s breasts, rough hands had seized her bottom and a cock was being thrust at her face. As May came free she was pulled from the machine and dragged away, even as Octavia accepted the man’s cock in her mouth. She heard May’s giggle abruptly silenced by a penis, then a man had caught her up by the thighs and a cock-head was probing at her vagina. It went in and she was full in mouth and cunt, being fucked at each end while a third man pawed her breasts and squeezed her nipples.
The one in her mouth came and sperm burst out from around her lips before she could swallow it. She gasped for air as the second spurt erupted down her throat, only to have him jam his erection down between her tonsils as he hit the peak of his orgasm. Gagging and spluttering she pulled back, leaving a sticky trail of come joining her upper lip and the head of his penis. The man gave a satisfied grunt and rocked back on his heels, snapping the strand of sperm and leaving it to swing down to soil her neck and breasts.
She took a deep breath and swallowed what sperm remained in her mouth, then gasped again as the man in her vagina gave a sudden flurry of hard shoves. Strong arms caught her under her armpits and big hands closed on her breasts, leaving her faced with the erection of the man who had been feeling her breasts. It stuck up from his lap, long and fat and a dirty pink in colour. Lowering her head, she took it in her mouth and once more started sucking as the man in her cunt began a slow, stately rowing motion inside her.
Events quickly became a blur of penetration, cock-sucking and groping hands. Again and again cocks were thrust up her vagina or offered to her mouth. Often she was clear of the floor, held by the men inside her as she serviced them and masturbated those who were next in line for her more intimate apertures. After a while, her anus was greased with butter and she was buggered by a fat man, his huge belly slapping on her upturned bottom as he did it in her rectum. Only when a full six men had come in her or over her did she get a chance to stop, and that only while she masturbated the fat man back to erection.
As she tugged at his cock, she took a glance down the length of the dairy. To the right, Polly was sat in a squat, her plump bottom spread over Richard’s face. Her hand was on his cock, jerking it up and down while she sucked on the penis of another man. Judy was on the floor beyond, her face invisible beneath a man’s buttocks as she sucked on his balls. Another had her legs rolled up and was poking at her quim with his penis, while a third knelt to the side in the act of guiding her hand to his erect cock. The one with his balls in her mouth came as Octavia watched, spraying come over Judy’s breasts and belly.
To Octavia’s left, May was being thoroughly used. A fat, red-haired man was grunting his way towards orgasm up her bottom, while another had her by the hair and was feeding his penis in and out of her mouth. Her face was already smeared with come, while a long, white streamer of it hung from one nipple, swaying with the motion of her body as she was buggered.
Becky was beyond, in a yet ruder condition, bent at the waist with an enema hose up her bottom and her cunt filled by the cock of a man who was working at the pump handle. Her face was a picture, wide-eyed and gape-mouthed as her rectum filled with water while a thick penis pumped in and out of her vagina. Octavia found a smile coming to her lips at the sight, then more so as she realised that the fluid in the reservoir was not water but milk, their own milk.
At the end of the room two men had tied up Eliza and Genevieve, head to tail, so that each girl’s face was pressed to the other’s quim. Both were licking eagerly, while the men stood over them, preening their erections in preparation for whichever wet, ready hole took their fancy.
The cock in Octavia’s hand was ready, a little stiff shaft beneath the rotund overhang of its owner’s belly. Octavia glanced at the fat man, wondering if he wanted it back up her bottom. He gave her a dirty grin and nodded at the bench o
f the milking machine. She scrambled quickly over and raised her rear for his attention. As before, he applied a knob of butter to her anus and then his cock, sliding up her well-lubricated rear with a single smooth motion. He took her by the hips and began to bugger her, slowly and not so roughly that she could not appreciate the view. Her breasts were dangling over the edge of the bench in the way they had been for her milking, allowing her to play with her nipples while she was sodomised. She took one in each hand and began to knead herself, then pulled her head up to watch what was happening to her friends.
She could see May, Becky, Genevieve and Eliza, all of whom were still being put to good use by the men. The man in May’s bottom had come and was finishing himself off in the slimy cleft of her upturned buttocks. The man who was taking Becky from the rear as he gave her a milk enema was still at it. His face was congested with passion and his eyes fixed on the junctures of hose and bumhole, cock and cunt. Then he gave a loud cry and tugged the hose out, coming as the milk exploded from Becky’s bottom and she too cried out loud, perhaps also in orgasm.
Eliza and Genevieve had been entered, although it was impossible to see in which holes. Both had their faces buried between the other’s thighs, licking quims and the junctions between their mount’s cocks and the other girl’s vaginas or bottom-holes. Genevieve tensed as Octavia watched, hitting a climax that made her bring her head up and open her mouth in a long sigh of rapture. At that instant the man in Eliza pulled out and his cock erupted in Genevieve’s face, filling her open mouth with come and splashing it across her hair, eyes and nose. For an instant Octavia saw Eliza’s vagina as a gaping black hole, then Genevieve had once more buried her face in it.
The man up Octavia’s bottom suddenly increased his pace, knocking the breath from her lungs. Knowing that he intended to come in her rectum again, she closed her eyes, concentrating on the cock in her bottom-hole and wishing she could get at her quim to bring herself to orgasm as he did. It was impossible but, with her nipples in her fingers, she was close to orgasm. As the pace of her buggery became frantic, she felt her control start to slip away and wondered if she was actually going to come anyway. He was puffing desperately and she knew he had to be close to orgasm.
Devon Cream Page 24
