Victorian Wives Lick Cunts While the Clergyman Watches

An extract from The Tenant of Wildfell Hall with Orgies by Lucy Landica and Anne Brontë

Sit there upon the sofa, pull up your skirts, and masturbate while you watch Helen pleasure your sister

That evening, after the gentlemen had drunk their port and the clergyman had retired, Annabella drew Helen aside with a conspiratorial sparkle in her eye. The arrangements they had spoken of while Arthur was away were quite ready, and the little blue drawing-room at the far end of the east wing awaited them with its door to be locked and candles few. Helen recalled how she had watched Annabella being pleasured in the barn and how eagerly she had opened her own legs afterwards; tonight they would advance, with Milicent and Esther both curious though they knew it not yet. The memory of Annabella’s fragrant sex sent a rush of heat through Helen’s belly, and she felt the residual wetness still lingering in her own quim from the thorough fingering she had received only that morning. Excusing herself briefly with a claim of headache, Helen slipped upstairs to her chamber, raised her skirts, pulled down her drawers and lay upon the bed, stroking the sensitive nubbin while picturing the four of them naked and entwined.

When the ladies gathered, the drawing-room fire burned low, casting a warm glow over crimson damask and polished walnut. A faint scent of beeswax and rosewater hung in the air. In the hallway beyond the half-open door Helen glimpsed the footman on his knees before the buxom parlour-maid, her drawers about her ankles, his face buried between her thighs while she leaned against the wall and frigged his exposed cock with quick, eager strokes. The wet sounds of his tongue and her soft moans drifted to them, arousing Helen further. Annabella locked the door behind them. Milicent looked flushed and uncertain in her pale muslin, Esther bolder, already loosening the bodice of her gown.

“Esther,” Annabella commanded in a voice rich with authority, “sit there upon the sofa, pull up your skirts, and masturbate while you watch Helen pleasure your sister. Do not stop until I tell you.”

The young woman obeyed, cheeks scarlet, drawing her drawers down and parting her thighs to reveal a dainty, already moistening cleft. Her fingers began to move in slow circles over her clitoris as Annabella drew Milicent down onto the wide ottoman. Helen knelt between Milicent’s legs, slowly peeling away the last of her underlinen. Her sex was plump and pretty, the lips already glistening with nervous dew. Helen kissed her inner thighs first, imprinting lascivious kisses upon the soft white skin, then moved higher. When her tongue at last touched the delicate furrow Milicent gasped, hips jerking. Helen licked slowly, savouring the salty-sweet flavour, parting her lips with her fingers so that she might suck the little swollen nub. Milicent’s breathing grew ragged; her hands clutched Helen’s hair. Behind her Helen heard the rhythmic sounds of Esther frigging herself faster, and Annabella’s low murmurs of encouragement. Helen slid two fingers into Milicent’s tight channel, feeling the silky walls close around them, and began to thrust gently while her tongue flicked rapidly over her clitoris. Her thighs trembled; her voice rose in soft, disbelieving cries.

“Oh Helen… oh my dear… I never… I cannot…”

“You can,” Helen whispered against her soaking sex. “Come for me, Milicent. Let me taste your first spend from a woman’s tongue.”

Her crisis broke suddenly. Her sex convulsed around Helen’s fingers, a hot flood bathing her chin as she spent with a long, shuddering wail. Helen continued licking through every spasm, feeling an intense satisfaction at having drawn such rapture from Arthur’s reluctant friend. When she lay limp and gasping Helen rose, her own face wet with her essence, and met the clergyman’s shocked gaze through the narrow opening of the door. She smiled, licked her lips deliberately, and returned to her task.

Annabella had already freed Esther’s magnificent breasts and was sucking one stiffened nipple while her hand worked between the girl’s thighs. The three of them soon arranged themselves upon the wide couch in a glorious tangle. Helen lay on her back; Milicent, still trembling from her orgasm, straddled her face so that she might continue licking her dripping sex while Annabella knelt between Helen’s spread legs and pressed her own hot, wet slit against hers in a lush, slippery rubbing of tribadism. Esther was commanded to fetch the ivory dildos from the hidden drawer. She brought them — smooth, thick, one carved with ridges — and Annabella showed her how to slide the smaller one slowly into Helen’s aching sheath while she sucked Milicent’s clitoris. The sensation of being filled while her lips were rubbed by Annabella’s was exquisite; Helen moaned into Milicent’s sex and felt her spend again, more quietly this time, her thighs clamping about her ears.

They changed positions many times. Annabella fucked Esther with the larger dildo while the young woman licked Helen’s breasts, sucking the nipples until they stood like ripe acorns. Milicent, gaining courage, took the smaller prick and worked it in and out of Annabella’s noble sex with growing enthusiasm, her face flushed with wonder. Servants, drawn by the sounds, slipped in through the concealed door; the parlour-maid knelt willingly and gamauched each of them in turn, her clever tongue bringing Esther to a swift, sobbing peak while the footman stood stroking his stiff cock but never once attempting to enter any of them.

Throughout it all Helen reflected with a secret smile how far she had travelled — from the passive watcher in the barn, from solitary frigging in her chamber, to this eager planner and participant in delicious group lewdness. The knowledge that Gilbert Markham would never suspect the true nature of her country life only heightened her excitement.

At length they lay entwined and panting upon the disordered cushions, bodies glossy with sweat and sex-liquor, the air heavy with the perfume of spent passion. While Milicent and Esther recovered, Annabella stroked Helen’s thigh and whispered, “Next we bring Ralph. You will help me prepare Milicent to accept his cock while we three ride him in turn. After that, the greater gathering we spoke of. I mean to see every willing mouth and sex occupied.”

“I am ready,” Helen answered, already feeling fresh stirrings between her legs at the thought. “There is nothing more beautiful than a quim, open, glistening, and eager to be licked and fucked by many tongues and fingers at once. I have been to many such gatherings since, yet few have equalled the sheer, shameless delight of that first night when four wet, willing quims spent again and again beneath the shocked eyes of a man of God.”

The candles burned lower. In the hallway the footman groaned and spent across the parlour-maid’s heaving breasts. Helen smiled, kissed Annabella’s swollen lips, and thought of all the nights still to come.

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