Date: Mon, 5 Jul 2010 04:29:45 +0100
From: Jen Carob <jenifty@gmail.com>
Subject: Led into Shadow 4

Chapter 4

I was now consumed by curiosity, and resolved to find out that night where
our governesses nocturnal wanderings took her. I was not to be
disappointed.

I retired at the usual time, but after Mademoiselle bade me good night and
shut my door, I hopped out of bed. Moving a chair and quilt close to the
door I sat with a shrouded candle, reading and listening for the sound of
her door.

Sure enough, as the shadows deepened, I heard a soft click from down the
hall, and lay on the cold floor to peer under the door. My room lay at the
bend in the hall, so afforded a view directly down it, and I saw her bare
feet padding along the carpets towards me. I had expected my vigil to last
several nights before I caught her, and thrilled at my early luck. Snuffing
the candle lest I give myself away, I held my breath as the feet came
silently towards my door, then passed and headed down the other branch of
the hall towards the main stairs.

I gave her a moment to pass, then as quietly as possible opened my own door
and edged out. I expected to see her receding down the hall in her night
gown, but instead I saw in the moonlight that she was completely naked. Her
long auburn hair cascaded down her shapely back, and her buttocks wiggled
sensuously as she walked. She seemed not in the slightest embarrassed to be
wandering the house nude, and after she disappeared around the corner at
the end of the hallway I followed swiftly to regain sight of her.

Stopping to conceal myself at the end of the hall, I saw her descending the
wide main staircase. Her eyes were open, but she did not look about, and
her pace was measured. She seemed unhurried, and as she walked through the
beams of moonlight from the large windows I saw her naked body
illuminated. She had full breasts capped by slightly upturned nipples that
stood erect in the night air. Her waist was nearly as tapered as when she
wore her corset and clothes, and her soft belly bore a slight roundness
that complimented her womanly hips and buttocks. Nestled between her thighs
was a small patch of dark curls, and her legs were long and shapely. I had
never seen a woman so beautiful, and followed her at a distance when she
moved on into the house.

Soon she came to one of the drawing rooms, within which a light burned. I
could not follow, but slipped into the small office adjacent, from which I
knew a side door opened into the drawing room. To my relief, the office was
in darkness, and the adjoining portal lay a little open, affording a fair
view of the room.

From my shadowy position I spied the room beyond, and sure enough saw
Mademoiselle pass into my line of sight and stop before the fireplace that
lit the room. Seated in an armchair was my step-mother, wearing her velvet
cloak, with her crossed legs showing high leather riding boots. The
governess knelt before her and kissed her hand. I expected mama to rise,
but instead she waved her towards a nearby mahogany table. Without a word,
Mademoiselle sat upon it's edge and lay back. She squirmed backwards until
her head projected over the other edge, on the side closest to me. She let
her head fall back and her long hair fell towards the floor. She drew her
knees up, and spread her legs wide, which I imagine afforded my step-mother
of a view of what lay between. Running her hands delicately down her inner
thighs she began to play lightly amongst the nest of curls and the luscious
parts within. I found the idea of participating unseen in this debauched
spectacle irresistible, and drawing my arm inside my own nightgown I ran my
hand down my body and touched my own feminine treasures. Warm juices had
begun to flow between the lips.

Step-mother watched with evident satisfaction from her armchair, but did
not rise. As Mademoiselle played with herself on the table, and I began to
move my slick fingers to my clitoris, a soft click made me freeze. The door
to the drawing room had opened again, and I soon saw a man's naked body
enter the fire lit room. He had strongly muscled legs and broad shoulders
that swooped down into taut buttocks, and I recognized him with shock as
our recently bereaved coachman.

After paying his respects to the lady of the house as the governess had
done, he turned and approached the woman on the table. As he came I saw his
thick cock standing proudly out from his belly, and marveled at it. It
looked like it was as hard as marble, and strong veins stood proudly from
it, but the end swelled into a purple head that looked silken to the
touch. I imagined what such a member would feel like inside me, but had to
suffice with a finger, followed quickly by another.

The coachman approached Mademoiselle's dangling head, and without much
ceremony, placed his cock against her slightly parted lips. She opened
willingly, and leaned her head even further back, her throat forming a
straight shaft with an obvious purpose. Sure enough, the coachman slid his
manhood smoothly into her mouth, to a depth I found shocking. Holding for a
moment, he then began to withdraw, and I saw her saliva glisten wetly on
the thickness of him. After withdrawing almost fully he moved back into her
depths again, and began to thrust in and out while his hands clutched her
head and held it still for his ministrations.

After a short time they had built to a slow rhythm, and I matched it with a
finger drawing circles upon my pink button. Only my step-mother sitting by
the fire did not join in, although she watched the pair on the table
closely, and sipped a large goblet of wine as she did. I was a amazed that
she could enjoy the spectacle so coolly, and wondered how many other
similarly debauched scenes she had witnessed to be able to retain such
composure. For myself, I had sunk to my knees to prevent them from
trembling as the pleasure built from the twin influences of my fingers
between my legs and the sight of the two entwined bodies a few feet from
me.

Presently, my step-mother arose from her chair and sauntered over to the
table, never taking her eyes off the coupled forms on it. She came to a
stop between the spread knees of the governess, and with a mischievous
smile ran her hand down the thighs and smeared her palm all over the opened
labia. Drawing her hand back to her face, she made a great show of slowly
licking some of the feminine juices from it with a smile. I matched her by
putting a juice-smeared finger of my own in my mouth and sucked on it,
savoring my own taste as she must be that of the governess. I found what I
was doing both faintly revolting and incredibly exciting.

The coachman continued to thrust his member smoothly within Mademoiselle's
mouth and throat, while she herself had moved her hands up to her breasts,
kneading them and tweaking the nipples enthusiastically. Step-mother smiled
wickedly at the scene as if she were pleased with it, then brought her
hands to the breast of her cloak and unfastened it. It fell to the floor
and I saw that beneath it she wore nothing but the long riding boots I had
seen when she sat. Her naked body was the most beautiful thing I had ever
seen. Her nubile figure was firm and shapely, yet soft and inviting. Tall
and slim, she ran her fingers thorough her dark hair, and it fell down
around her shoulders, brushing the top of one of her small breasts on one
side. Her hands ran down over her body, and she caressed the soft breasts
herself for a moment, before the hands slid down over her flat belly and
hips. She passed her touch to Mademoiselle's pointed toes, and ran it up
the legs to the woman's inner thighs. Then she knelt down and brought her
face close to the bed of curls and the soft, hot wetness within.

I stopped, just lightly touching my clitoris while I waited for her to
begin. Sure enough, she extended her tongue and, looking up along the
governess's gently squirming body, touched it to her. I urged her on
mentally, and began to work more urgently upon myself. Her tongue traveled
the length of Mademoiselle's slit, and explored within the lips, pausing to
lick delicately around the hole that led inwards. Then she closed her eyes
and opening her mouth wide, took in all of the arrayed genitalia into her
mouth. I could see her tongue within licking more strongly, and matched it
by spreading my own parts wide and sliding the fingers of my other hand
into my vagina as far as I could. I could resist moaning with pleasure, but
my breath became ragged as a I watched the spectacle before me. Three
people were joined in sexual congress, while I joined them secretly from my
hidden position.

After a short while, the coachman began to groan and suddenly grasped his
bullish cock around the base. Withdrawing it quickly from Mademoiselle's
slippery mouth, he presented it and to my surprise and delight it shot a
thick rope of cum into the air. The first jet of it splattered along her
torso, and a little part landed in the hair of my step-mother as she licked
and played between the thighs. It glistened wetly in the firelight. Another
jet pumped more slackly out from his twitching member and landed on the
throat. Mademoiselle made a long groan now that her mouth was unblocked,
and began to smear the milky substance all over herself, coating her
breasts, neck and belly in a sticky sheen. His penis still twitching and
dripping cum, the coachman led it back to the Mademoiselle's mouth, where
she licked and sucked at it, before he slowly pushed it back into her.
Step-mother smiled as she licked lightly at the clitoris before her and
raised her head to brush the offending blob of cum out of her fringe with
her fingers. Looking briefly at the man-issue on her hand she thrust two
fingers deep within the open vagina before her, and cleaned off the mess by
thrusting and twisting within it.

Suddenly she looked directly at where I hid in the shadows of the doorway,
and the tip of her tongue beckoned in my direction. Though I was sure I was
concealed she looked me directly in the eye, and I was suddenly aware of
what I must look like, knelt on the floor with my legs apart, and my hands
obviously giving myself pleasure. I ducked back behind the door, and was
shocked to see that all the candles in the room in which I hid were lit,
though all had been darkness when I stole in. Panicked, I fled and ran back
to my room in shame and confusion.

I thought I heard a woman's laugh ringing behind me as I escaped. But
no-one followed.