Lusty thoughts of illicit lesbian love

The carriage reached its destination just as the energised Claude du Valle caught up with it. He sat in the saddle and watched from the tree line as the coach decantered its occupants and the Lord and Lady St John Stevens were fussed over by a legion of servants. Using a monocular, he looked on in interest as the owner of the grand manor house, a gentleman he knew to be Earnest Althorpe for he had once relieved the portly fellow of his wallet and had been rather fortunate to find a deed in his name for a pair of fine Arabian horses – Du Valle rode one to this day. Althorpe had been a most unpleasant fellow, lacking the airs and graces that befitted his station in life and his breath had been as odious as rotting fish. His over sized tongue, lolling from side to side reminded Du Valle of bovine stock as the man had spluttered threats and begged for mercy in equal measure when he was divested of his money and his livestock.

Du Valle’s attention peaked however when the lovely Lady Penelope greeted a very sexy young thing who had followed the slug-like Althorpe out of the house. She must have been around eighteen years old, and was slim and petite, but with enough curves to make her desirable to any red blooded male. Her long blonde tresses looked as though they were bathed in sunlight despite the overcast, wet and wintry day. He fantasised about a threesome with the two women though he knew inside it would never be, and he conjured elaborate images of their bodies entwined before an open fire, naked, copulating like wild beasts, taking pleasure from each other. He dreamed of chastising the girls, laid across his knees and spanked until he had had his fill. He sighed deeply, cursing the fact that life could not be as he desired. With a heavy heart he rode away to the nearest inn, where he would take a bed and a woman, for the night.

Lady Penelope embraced the young maiden Charlotte and breathed in the sensual scent that she had only recently bathed in. The girl’s warm, firm body felt good and she decided that with a little luck she would be able to abolish the boredom of the stay with a little extra-curricular activity. Holding her just a little longer than decency allowed and holding her just a little tighter than decorum demanded she sent a signal to the nubile lovely that she hoped would be interpreted accurately...

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