CORNELIA’S HIDDEN DEPTHS
You have probably read my sister Winifred’s story called “Winifred Was Willing”. I want to state right up front that her portrayal of me as “plain” and destined to be an old maid is sheer and utter poppycock.
It is true that I have no love of the French powders and scents that my sister Winifred and Annette are prone to employ in their shameless pursuit of male admirers. I seldom simper and daydream about this cute boy or that. There is a huge gulf between my likes and dislikes and the simplistic attitudes of my emotion prone siblings. I have often complained to our parents that the two of them are a pair of cock-hungry wantons only to be met with stony silence.
The simple truth of the matter is that I have this insatiable attraction to submissive females willing to take my orders in all matters related to things of a sexual nature. Sometimes when I have one of my little “darlings” over my knee or under my bum, I picture them as being either Winifred or Annette and take my pleasure in the form of abject humiliation of the worst sort.
My secret bed partners are carefully selected for their discretion, their submissive natures, and above all their loyalty and desire to please me in all respects. My current paramour is a lovely girl who works at the local library right here in our small corner of the world. Her name is Julia and my juices start to run whenever she comes into my field of vision. She is a full 10 years my senior but quite juvenile to me in most matters of mutual concern.
Julia is a girl who always “showed great promise” but never seemed to achieve much success in life. She spends her entire day sitting on her pretty ass reading books and dreaming about adventures she will never have. Yet I confess I love her dearly and could easily make her my soul-mate with very little encouragement. The first time I saw her, she was standing on a ladder replacing books on a top shelf. I spent a few heart-pounding moments devouring the view up her skirt and sucked in the vision of her thin white knickers doing very little to hide her full bushed and untrimmed snatch. The sweep of her curved buttocks seemed to invite a well-deserved spanking without any delay.
I saw her blush in sweet modesty when she became aware of my intent perusal of her private areas. She scampered down the ladder with a pronounced agility that signaled her fitness of body and finely tuned motor coordination.
“May I help you with anything, Mrs.? My name is Julia London and I see you in here all the time. I think you are ever so posh and everything. I would be honored to find anything you have a fancy for.”
The girl’s coarse accent betrayed her plebian roots and made her even more desirable to me.
I had this sudden flash of her pretty face buried in the crack of my sweaty bottom as I smothered her with my female essence. I almost swooned standing in the narrow aisle between the book stacks. As soon as my Julia reached out her hand to steady me, I knew she would be my special toy for many sessions of spirited kinky activities.
Julia carried several books to my house later that same day.
We said our hellos to my two lazy sisters and repaired to my sleeping quarters posthaste.
She groaned in frenzied pleasure as I peeled her garments from her luscious body. Her breasts were full and crowned with blooming nipples that stood out like little soldiers guarding a treasure.
“Miss Cordelia, please lick my tips. Put your lovely tongue all over me there. You can bite me if you want. I promise not to scream out. Yes, just like that. Make me feel it nice. You are so much nicer than those stupid boys that only want me to suck their silly cocks.”
I must admit I spent an inordinate amount of time playing with Julia’s breasts that very first time. In fact, the poor girl went into an impressive orgasm whilst I stuffed them into my demanding mouth again and again. I flicked and teased her tender nipples with my careful teeth sending her into a state of shuddering delight.
It was quite a surprise to me that the quiet little librarian insisted on pulling down my dampened knickers and licked my ass crack with a high degree of concentration and a very wet tongue. I have difficulty in describing the way I felt at this unexpected and novel form of kinky love-making. At first, I wanted to push her away as I felt it was far too much to expect from such a pretty girl the very first time we met. Her tongue convinced me to stay silent and accept her tribute of a beautiful ass-licking experience.
From that time forward, we devised ways to expose little Julia to various depraved and humiliating acts of submissiveness. Her willingness to perform and serve me well made her closer to my heart and an integral part of my inner core.
Eventually we became quite adept in the give and take of joys of face-sitting using different types of knickers and undergarments to spur our enjoyment. When we did it with both of us completely nude, I enjoyed the feel of her pretty face sliding up and down my dripping slit and right up into my tight little pucker-hole. She never asked me to reciprocate because we both enjoyed our roles far too much to change our individual course. I shuddered to think if either of my parents or one of my sisters caught us in this form of depraved copulation. I was considered by my family to be somewhat asexual in my nature and I am certain they would be shocked by such indecencies.
Julia and I were secreted in the study alcove exploring each other’s nether holes with inquisitive fingers when Sir Henry and my two sisters came in quite nosily with a great deal of spirited laughter. I put a finger to my lips to silence Julia and we made haste to rearrange ourselves to appear innocent in our repose in case we were discovered.
We both watched silently as Sir Henry started to spank the flighty Annette right in front of Winifred. Julia and I looked at each other in amusement as we covered our giggles. The sight of Annette’s pretty cheeks bounding and jiggling about from a vigorous correction was most rewarding to me. I wanted ever so much to run forward and assist Sir Henry in his efforts.
My breathing changed to aroused panting when I saw my sister Winifred open up Sir Henry’s trousers and surround his bludgeoning cock with her ruby-red lips. The sounds of her inexperienced slurping and the meaty slapping of Sir Henry’s large palms on my sister Annette’s naughty bottom made my hands wander down to my own slit for a vigorous rub. I noticed that Julia had already gotten ahead of me in that regard and was already starting to vibrate from a deep-seated release.
The orgasm that overtook me was interrupted by the sudden sounds of Sir Henry’s grunts as he spurted his full load into my slutty sister’s mouth. Julia and I watched with interest as Winifred was forced to retch and gag from the forceful release down her delicate throat. The poor girl had obviously little experience in such matters. Even Annette was distracted from her own slit rubbing as Winifred swallowed in serious distress and her tears flowed copiously from the corners of her eyes.
I was quite caught up in the sight of Sir Henry’s impressive member still waving about dripping creamy drops of cum right onto Winifred’s face and Annette’s pretty bum. While I entertained no basic desire to feel the penetration of such a generously proportioned member inside my tight little vagina, I was curious to know how I would react to a deep impalement of such magnitude.
I whispered to Julia,
“I want you to approach Sir Henry on the morrow and propose a naughty threesome involving yourself and a lady of gentle upbringing who is desirous of cleaving her flesh to his impressive manhood. Do not name me but insinuate that I have little experience and wish him to teach me his most demanding tricks. Give him a nice little oral treat to induce him to satisfy my urge to feel his cock inside me.”
Julia reported to me the next morning that Sir Henry had ravaged her mouth with ungentlemanly gusto whilst calling her the vilest of names imaginable. She revealed that the experience was totally priceless and made her spray her female juices on more than one occasion. She confided in me that the fellow had even opened her pucker-hole with his naughty fingers just to watch her gasp and squirm in discomfort. She guided my hand down to her brown eye and I was astonished to feel it still pulsating with a mind of its own.
We were to meet him at the park at noon time and ride with him in his carriage across the causeway into the less than quiet afternoon festivities at Queens Crossing. The randy oaf was going to make us his receptacles of creamy cum right in the middle of the common hoydens strutting their feminine wares.
When the fancy carriage stopped, we were both happy to climb onboard as several very disreputable fellows had already inquired our charges for certain very disturbing activities. I knew right away that this was all a contrivance of Sir Henry to put up at a disadvantage but I was mystified as to his reason.
I was wearing a modified eye mask that I hoped concealed my true identity. The addition of a finely gauzed veil helped in that same regard. No sooner were we in the coach than Sir Henry had pushed my Julia onto her knees and filled her mouth with his huge member. I sat in stunned silence as he guided her head up and down his long shaft. Poor Julia was close to gagging on several occasions but manage to retain her dignity and her dinner. I fully expected the fellow to blow his load into my beloved soul-mate’s throat but he halted prior to such consummation.
Sir Henry’s strong arms pulled me onto his lap.
He pushed up my long skirts and fondled my ass cheeks with an impudent playfulness. I wanted to remonstrate him but held my silence. Before I realized his intent, he had lowered my bloomers and placed his rock-hard cock between my quivering buttocks. I could feel the hardness of his member poking uncomfortably right in the middle of my brown eye. It really was far too much for such a daytime encounter but gravity seemed to take over at that point. The very weight of my personage settled me down lower and lower until his entire shaft was buried deep inside my virgin fundament.
I was able to see the look on my Julia’s face as she viewed my full impalement on Sir Henry’s sturdy cock. When I looked over my shoulder, I was infuriated to see Sir Henry laughing in obvious amusement at my predicament.
“I pray you, kind sir, to remove your thing from my person in that most private of places. I wanted it stuffed into my woman slit to exercise me properly the normal way a man delivers his seed into female parts.”
It was at this point that the carriage started up again and we went over several very bumpy spots in the roadway. The immediate result was the frenzied plunging of Sir Henry’s long shaft in and out of my tightest channel in a depraved manner that robbed me of any privacy of my interior geography. I found myself gasping in sheer pleasure at the friction in my nether regions and I reveled in the sense of badness that overwhelmed my sense of prim and proper behavior.
I could feel the spurts of creamy cum fill me like an unwanted enema deep in my gut. I was truly now Sir Henry’s cum-ass bitch and felt a moment of self-pity to be so used by a man.
Both Julia and I dismounted with a wave from the sex-crazed fellow. I was quite dismayed to hear him shout out,
“Thank you, sweet Cordelia. Remember a part of me will always be inside of you, dear girl.”
The remainder of our walk in the park was uncomfortable with unseemly leakings from my bum and difficulty in walking without a certain stride that betrayed my nasty behavior.
I made a beeline for my bath as soon as we returned home.
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