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   By Videll Dais

   CHAPTER 2

   First Night

   At seven pm, Edward Morley began his rounds of the sprawling Berkeley
House, a habit he maintained with all the regularity of a finely crafted
Swiss watch.  He liked to keep check on his staff - a matron, Mrs. 
Bertram, and four maids - make sure they were carrying out their duties
according to his precise and specific instructions.  Tonight, of course,
there was the added pleasure of surveying his new charges now settling down
for their first night in residence.  It was bath-time and he planned on
entering the bathroom unannounced.  The very thought of catching unawares
all those new young girls in the middle of their ablutions, the
possibilities the situation promised, caused a stirring of anticipation in
his loins.  Morley's afternoon tryst with young Amy, though a pleasant,
stimulating interlude, had served only to relieve his immediate tensions,
and not nearly gone far enough in satisfying his insatiable appetite for
the fairer sex.  He could have prolonged the liaison, but not without
arousing the suspicions - and possible wrath - of Mrs.  Bertram and making
Amy look bad in the matron's eyes.  The last thing he wanted was for his
fun leading to any complications of that nature.  Better to employ the
wisdom of discretion and keep the household sweet, especially the
delectable Mrs.  Bertram.  After Amy had left his study he had dozed for an
hour and, upon awakening, consumed two large glasses of port whilst smoking
a leisurely Havana cigar.  He now felt in fine fettle and ready to try for
at least one more new adventure before bedtime.  Morley climbed the stairs
to the first floor and, ignoring the east wing and the boy's dormitories
(he had no interest whatsoever in boys), turned into the left corridor and
headed straight for the west wing.  He had almost reached the bathrooms,
when one of the doors opened and a couple of giggling girls, aged about ten
and in nighties, hurried into the corridor almost colliding with him.  The
girls drew up short, fell silent and, hugging their towels and toiletries
to their flat chests, stared up at the tall imposing figure before them,
eyes fearfully wide and mouths agape.  "Good evening, ladies," Morley said,
towering over the two small girls.  He was slightly disappointed to see
their charms were modestly covered, but eagerly eyed them from head to toe
just the same.  "Good evening, sir," the girls respectfully chorused,
voices cowed.  "Ready for our beds are we?" "Yes sir." The blonde head and
brunette head nodded furiously together.  "Well," Morley said, "off you go
then.  No running and, please ladies, go about your business quietly." "Yes
sir," the girls squeaked.  They turned and, bare feet slapping the
linoleum, scuttled away down the corridor.  Morley watched the girls until
they disappeared into the dormitory.  He approached the bathroom door they
had come out of and, without knocking, entered the steamy, noisy room.  The
first treat to meet his eyes was a girl of about sixteen or seventeen. 
Having just stepped from a hot bath, she stood on a mat naked, head down,
vigorously towelling her fair waist-length tresses.  She did not notice him
observing her and Morley was able to take in every deliciously
pink-scrubbed, rounded curve on view.  Her breasts were firm, nicely shaped
and tipped with possibly the longest erect nipples he'd ever come across.
He watched the twin globes tremble with the girl's urgent towelling
movements, eyed the gentle swell of her belly and the triangle of fine
curly down covering the mound at the juncture of her thighs through which
he could just make out the beginnings of her slit.  Shared baths being the
order of the day, in the one she'd just got out of (and almost blocked from
view) sat another girl, slightly younger, darker of complexion, but with
equally nice breasts already sprouting to firm ripeness.  The girl was busy
washing amid frothy soapsuds and Morley found it difficult to know which
charms to study first.  Both were indeed a wonderful sight to behold. 
Morley immediately wanted to step over and sample the displayed delights
with his lips and hands but knew the wicked images flaring to light in his
imagination could not be acted upon in reality, at least, not for the
moment.  Nonetheless, that didn't stop his fat cock stirring within the
tight confines of his trousers.  Before the girls had time to realize he
was there, Morley moved on through the misty atmosphere into the next
curtained compartment.  Here, four girls (three in the bath, one out) aged
around eight to ten, were laughing loudly, frolicking, splashing water
everywhere, making the most frightful mess.  Morley stood and watched,
smoothing his whiskers, waiting to be noticed.  The girl standing on the
floor mat saw him first.  She put a finger to her lips and fell silent. 
Completely unabashed by her nakedness, she stood staring boldly up into
Morley's fearsome face.  Morley locked eyes with her, held her stare for a
full minute.  Then he casually let his eyes drop down her naked body to her
where her bald, smooth pussy pouted, the plump lips forming a neat,
inviting little slit that disappeared between her thighs.  "What is your
name young lady?" "Christine, sir," the girl answered, shifting her weight
from one foot to the other.  Behind Christine, at the sound of Morley's
voice, the other girls stopped their frolicking and looked warily at the
imposing master of the house.  "Get out of there now," Morley said, a
sombre tone to his voice.  "Time to dry yourselves and prepare for bed."
When the four girls were standing beside each other, Morley inspected their
charms, taking his time, enjoying himself.  Two of the girls tried to cover
their quims with their hands.  Morley eyed their budding breasts with
interest, told them they had nothing to hide from him, to not be silly. 
"Put your hands by your sides and stand up straight," he said.  The two
girls he addressed blushingly obeyed him without question.  The others,
thinking he was talking to all of them, followed suite.  He told them to
turn around, bend over and spread their legs, was pleased by their
immediate response.  He gazed with longing at their shapely little bottoms
and slits.  He was particularly taken by one of the girls who had tried to
cover herself, a sweet blonde with a slightly fuller shape who's cunt was
perfectly formed and had the most deliciously tempting unfledged pout, the
lips fat and smoothly in rolling.  "Stay still all of you," he barked,
bending forwards, cupping his large hand over the blonde girl's firm little
arse.  He let his index finger rest along the soft, damp of her warm slit.
Pleasingly, she remained in position and did not make any fuss as he moved
his finger gently back and forth along the fleshy crease.  He rather
fancied he felt her wriggle her rounded bottom into the intimate pressure
of his cupped palm.  Morley's cock stood painfully rigid, almost bursting
from his trousers.  "You will clean up this mess before you leave," he
said, sternly, delicately fingering the girl's slit for a moment longer
before withdrawing from the display of tender young flesh.  Then he told
them to stand up.  "Give your names to the maid.  I shall want to see all
four of you in my study tomorrow morning.  Understood?" All the girls
chorused a unanimous, "Ye-es, sir!" Morley left the four youngsters to
ponder their fate and moved on to the next cubicle.  He pulled back the
curtain and found one of the maids kneeling beside the bath soaping the
hair of another blonde girl aged about seven.  The maid stood as he
entered. "Good evening, eh..." Morley paused, looked thoughtful for a
moment.  "...Anna isn't it?" "Yes sir.  Good evening, sir." "Everything all
right, Anna?  Are you coping with our new charges?" "Yes, sir," Anna said,
somewhat nervously.  She was only seventeen and still not confident either
in her work or in dealing with people, especially people of position. 
"Everything's fine, sir." "Good," Morley nodded, approvingly, noting the
maid's rather splendidly proportioned hips and the firm thrust of her
breasts.  "Oh, please carry on, Anna.  Don't let me keep you from your
work. Morley watched as Anna knelt once more beside the bath, continued to
rinse soapsuds from the young girl's hair.  "Make her stand up, Anna," he
said.  "The chore won't be such a strain on your back." "Stand up,
Elizabeth," Anna said.  She put more soap on a flannel and began to wash
Elizabeth's arms, shoulders and neck.  The naked little girl kept her eyes
down cast, appeared to be pretending Morley wasn't even in the room with
them.  Morley eyed proceedings with his usual keen interest.  "Make sure
you wash between her legs, Anna," he said, voice calmly insistent.  "Open
your legs so Anna can properly wash you young lady.  Cleanliness is next to
Godliness in this house." Adding the 'Godliness' bit, he thought, was a
nice touch.  Sometimes, bandying a few righteous words around instead of
the usual disciplinary edict could produce some quite agreeable results. 
Almost instantly, the young Elizabeth bent her knees and spread her thighs
wide affording Morley a most excellent view of her feminine attributes of
which he lasciviously ogled over Anna's shoulder.  He noted also the thrust
of Anna's buttocks and was tempted to reach out and grab a handful of the
luscious flesh.  Instead, he leaned in close and gently placed a hand in
the small of her back.  He felt the girl start at his touch, but pretended
not to notice.  "Don't use the flannel, Anna," Morley said, looking at the
pale flesh of the maid's throat and neck, the chestnut hair curling at her
nape, catching the mild scent of summer roses.  "Best use just your hand
only on such tender places." Blushing, Anna put aside the flannel, applied
more soap to her hands and, ever conscious of her master standing closely
over her, slid her hand between Elizabeth's thighs and began to massage the
suds into her plump little sex lips.  Unconsciously, eyes locked with
Morley's, Elizabeth began to rock her compact little body to the rhythm of
Anna's stroking.  "Gently, Anna," Morley instructed, feeling his cock throb
at the erotic sight, letting his hand drop to the top of her left buttock.
"And slowly.  A job well done is a thorough job.  There's no rush
whatsoever." Little Elizabeth's blue eyes were bright, her face glowing. 
She seemed to be taking immense pleasure in what had now become a slow,
intimate caress of her cunt by the maid.  "That's good, Anna," Morley said,
his voice barely above a whisper.  "Very thorough." He allowed his hand to
drop even lower onto the maid's curving bottom cheek.  He couldn't see
Anna's face, but he felt her hot blushes, sensed her nervous embarrassment
at his touch and what he was making her do to the delightful little
Elizabeth.  "That," Morley said, "is how I want you to wash all the girls.
From now on, their personal hygiene will be your responsibility." As he
spoke, he gently began fondling the firm flesh of her bottom, moving his
hands teasingly across both cheeks, fingering the deep crack between.  He
felt her tremble beneath his probing touch.  Anna stood quite still, eyes
staring at her hand moving absently, very slowly, over Elizabeth's bald
quim as though she were in some sort of trance.  Morley's cock lurched in
his trousers.  "If you have any problems, Anna," he said, pressing his
erection into her hip so she could not fail to notice his aroused state,
"any bother at all from our charges, come straight to me.  I will be more
than willing to assist you in any way I can." With that, he smiled at
little Elizabeth and gave Anna's buttocks another gentle squeeze.  Then he
turned and left the girls to bask in a stirring of confused emotions. 
Later, after the delights of the bathrooms, wandering the corridors with a
cock harder than ever, Morley felt a desperate need for some fleshly
pleasure, for release of the pent up desire filling his testicles and
coursing his veins like liquid fire.  A house full of tender young virgins
and knowing women, he thought, and I've had nothing yet but titillation. 
He felt he could not tolerate another minute of this burning unsatisfied
lust, but had to urgently obtain a willing partner somewhere or end up
screaming his lungs out.  He wondered where Amy was.  She was ripe and
ready, or soon would be given a moment or two in his hands.  Passing on the
stairs landing, he heard footsteps approaching, tapping out a quick rhythm
on the rising steps.  Morley waited.  Seconds later, one of the new girls -
a tall, gangly, mousy-haired individual with a plain face - appeared
panting and breathless on the landing almost colliding with him.  Startled,
the girl's big eyes almost popped from her head.  "Oh!  I'm sorry sir," she
gasped.  "I didn't see you there in the shadows.  I'm so sorry.  Really."
Morley said nothing, but looked the awkward creature over from head to toe.
She was aged about fourteen.  Although quite slim and plain in appearance,
she had a pleasant full-lipped mouth, even white teeth, doe-like eyes and
full, rounded breasts.  "What is your name girl?" "Doreen, sir." The girl's
smile was open and friendly.  Morley did not return her smile but frowned
instead giving the impression of one not quite so amused.  "Doreen," he
said, placing his hands behind his back, "shouldn't you be in your
dormitory?  It's past eight-o-clock." "Y-yes, sir.  Sorry sir.  I got held
up.  I had to..." Doreen paused, biting at her bottom lip.  Shifting
nervously from one foot to the other, she averted her eyes from the steely
gaze of her master.  "I had to clear the...the dining room after the others
had finished." Morley watched Doreen, amused by her awkwardness in his
presence, her innocence and naiveté.  "You haven't bathed yet either then?"
"N-no sir.  Not yet." "This really won't do.  I shall have to have words
with Mrs.  Bertram." Morley turned on his heels.  "Follow me, Doreen." Half
way down the corridor there was a walk-in linen closet.  Morley stopped,
checked they were unobserved, opened the closet door and ushered the girl
inside.  He closed the door firmly behind them.  "Why have you brought me
in here, sir?  It's - it's so dark, sir.  There's no light." "We don't need
any light," Morley said, taking the girls hand and pulling her down a
narrow passage between shelves of bedding and towels to the rear of the
room.  At the end of the rows of shelves there was a small, confined space
ideal for what he intended.  He led her into the corner and slipped his
arms around her narrow waist.  "S-sir...Please!" Doreen placed her hands on
his chest as though to push him from her.  "I - I've got to...  to take my
bath." "Be quiet," Morley said, sternly.  He placed his hands on the girl's
small, rounded buttocks and pressed his erection into her belly.  Doreen
began to struggle.  "Keep still, now.  If you're good and behave, I'll see
to it you are not punished for being late.  Give me a kiss." "Please sir!
Let...  Let me...go!  Someone will come." "Don't worry.  We shall not be
disturbed here," Morley said, tightening his embrace.  "You are very
beautiful, Doreen.  All I want is a kiss.  Be quiet now and kiss me."
Morley covered Doreen's mouth wetly with his.  Forcing his tongue between
the girl's lips, he kissed her long and hard savouring her innocence and,
more so, her resistance.  He was so much stronger than she and, though she
tried diligently to push him away, he was able to easily hold her until she
weakened and gave up struggling.  He moved a hand to the front of her dress
and cupped a breast.  He eagerly fondled her, moulding the firm globe to
his palm, savouring its resilient softness with his fingers.  "Oh, sir...
What are you doing?  Stop!  Don't now...  Please, you mustn't." "Behave
yourself.  Don't be such a silly fool," Morley said, quietly but sternly,
pinning the struggling girl between shelves and wall.  "Under my roof you
will do as you are told." In the darkness all he could make out of her
features was a pale blob, but he fixed his piercing eyes on her as though
he could still her by the very power of his gaze alone.  It seemed to work
and Doreen calmed down somewhat.  Unbeknown to her, he unbuttoned his fly
and released his erection to the cool air.  He breathed a deep sigh of
relief.  Feeling for Doreen's hand, he placed it on his cock, folded her
fingers around the fat stem and held them in place.  "Feel me, Doreen, my
cock," Morley said, relishing his lewd words, knowing the provocative
effect, the arousing images they can conjure in a mind.  "Feel how much I
want you.  You are such a lovely girl.  I only want to kiss you, give you
pleasure.  Have you not made love before?  Had a man lust after you?  Felt
his hard pestle dig into your belly with need?" "Oh - No...no, sir.  I
never have," Doreen uttered, almost pleading but - Morley noticed - at the
same time keeping her anxious voice low.  She tried to remove her hand from
his cock, but Morley was having none of it.  He squeezed her fingers around
his hot flesh and showed her by example how he wanted her to caress him. 
He was so excited he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.  He could
feel his balls tighten and tingle, his seed bubbling in anticipation.  He
moved her fingers up and down his throbbing stem in a steady rhythm, felt
his foreskin slipping easily back and forth over the swollen plumb of the
sticky helmet.  He groaned with pleasure.  "Please...  sir..." whimpered
Doreen, "don't make me do this!  Let me go.  Please!" "Shut up, Doreen. 
Stop this silliness.  I'm not going to hurt you.  Play with my prick and
Kiss me again.  Now." As they kissed, Morley gradually eased his grip on
her hand.  Doreen continued rubbing his cock unaided.  "That's a good
girl," he said, hoarsely.  "Rub it just as you are.  That feels wonderful."
He quickly reached down and slid his hand up under the hem of her dress. 
He felt the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs and haunches, lingered over
the tight globes of her bottom gently squeezing, fingering the crease,
before moving his hand to her front and her crotch.  "Mmm!" Doreen, her
cries stifled by his wet lips, tried to wriggle and twist away from
Morley's strong embrace and, more so, the indecent touch of his searching
fingers.  "Be still, my lovely.  Let me feel you nicely.  I won't hurt you,
just give you pleasure." Ever persistent, Morley kissed Doreen again,
jamming his tongue deeper into her mouth and a knee between her thighs
forcing them apart enough to be able to cup his palm fully over the crotch
of her knickers.  He felt the bulging cushion of her mount, quickly wormed
a finger along the plump-lipped cleft of her quim.  He could tell, even
through the thin division of gusset material, her sex was already pulpy,
hot and moist.  Despite her spirited attempts at defending her modesty,
Morley could tell - just as he could with so many others in similar
circumstances - he had finally tapped into the side of her nature that was
of a more libidinous disposition and that it was this that was now working
against her and aiding him in her seduction.  Inwardly he smiled, confident
now that she would soon be as malleable as fresh clay to his desires. 
Unhurriedly, he savoured her sweet breath, licked her full lips and flicked
his tongue against hers receiving an almost imperceptible - but willing -
fluttering in return.  Doreen, panting breathlessly, squealed into his
mouth, an odd muffled sound way back in her constricted throat.  Though
struggling with all her might against the intimate invasion of her person,
her trembling thighs clasping his huge intrusive leg as she tried to close
them together, she never once ceased to let go of the fat stem of hot cock
throbbing in her little hand.  Ignoring the girl's obvious anxiety and
discomfort, holding her in an unbreakable grip, Morley gradually won
ground. "Have you got any hair down there yet, Doreen?" He asked, gently
rubbing her crotch with his fingers, seeking out the tiny bud of her clit
through her knickers, gradually whittling away the last vestiges of her
resistance.  "Let me feel you properly." Easing the damp crotch of her
knickers aside, he delicately brushed the moist lips of her bare, fleshy
quim, sliding his fingers repeatedly to and fro from swollen little clit to
tight crinkled bumhole and back again, gently tugging at the sparse,
silky-soft fur covering her mound.  He felt her knees tremble and her belly
ripple with what he knew to be the same exquisite sensations as her hand
was producing in his cock and heavy balls.  "Ooh...S-sir..." Doreen
whimpered, gasping, her words tired, throaty, her weight sagging into
Morley's embrace, all efforts at fighting him off now given up and gone. 
Her head dropped onto his chest and her bottom and hips began an
involuntary rocking motion in tandem with the caressing hand between her
legs.  "Stop...sir.  Please s-stop...  Ooh, You're...  You're making...m-
my t-tummy feel all...funny...Ooh!" "Shush now.  Rub my cock harder...Oh,
yes, yes...  like that.  Good." Morley groaned his pleasure as Doreen's
finger's clasped his bursting length, milked the slack foreskin back and
forth over a huge bulbous head made slick with pre-cum.  He squeezed the
girl closer, said, "Open your legs wider.  Yes, that's it.  Oh, my precious
lovely, I think you're beginning to like it.  Let yourself go.  I'll teach
you all you want and need to know about the wonderful art of love." He felt
the pressure of Doreen's thighs clasping his leg ease a bit and cupped his
hand further over her quim, parted the wet, puffy lips and slipped his
thick middle finger between them.  As he delved slowly in and out, ever
deeper, in a slow teasing finger-fuck, he skilfully thumbed the hard nub of
her clit and felt the velvet-soft, oily corrugations of her inner cunt
cling around the intruding digit like a warm, wet mouth, eager and hungry.
"There, my lovely, feel it?" Morley whispered, rimming her ear with his
tongue.  Doreen groaned as if in some kind of pain.  "Feel the sweet
pleasure my finger is giving you're juicy little quim?  You like it don't
you?  Yes, that's right, go with it." Morley dropped the arm holding her
around the waist and clasped his hand beneath her bottom right where the
rounded curves met her legs.  He palmed the crease and lifted her buttocks
further onto the hand diligently working her heated quim with such lewd,
fervent caresses.  "Yes...  Move your bum like that; enjoy the pleasure my
sweet," Morley said, encouraging the girl, dispelling her shyness in the
ways of lust, knowing by the flood of juices slicking his teasing fingers
that her moment of bliss was fast approaching.  "Can you imagine how much
more thrilling my cock shall feel when it replaces this finger and fucks
into your tight creamy cunt, stretching you wide, filling your belly to the
brim?" Doreen could not give an intelligent answer only gasp and swoon at
the sensations sparking through her breasts, thighs and lower belly and
jerk harder on the hot length of cock in her hand.  With just the tip of
his finger, Morley played with the swollen bud of her clit concentrating
now on taking her right to the peak.  He had reduced Doreen to an
unthinking, quivering heap of sensation and could feel his own crises
bubbling like volcanic larva in his bursting balls.  It was time to make
his final move and conclude the exquisite tryst in the only fitting way
that remained.  He removed his hand from her cunt and hers from his cock.
"W-what?" Doreen sounded confused, if not disappointed.  "It's all right.
Come, my precious, turn around." Morley placed his hands on her hips,
guiding her.  "Bend over.  Lower.  Put your hands on the bottom shelf. 
Yes, like that." Morley raised Doreen's dress, pushed it up to her waist.
He quickly pulled her knickers down to her knees.  Doreen moaned something
of a protest, but was too far lost in swirls of new delight to say or do
anything unless it was at the behest of her master.  Breathing heavily,
Morley dropped his trousers and pressed himself urgently into Doreen's
willing flesh, felt the girl's bulging bottom, cool and bare against his
hairy thighs.  He took his throbbing cock in one hand and bent his knees
slightly.  Then, feeling for and holding her open with his free hand, he
pressed his sensitive knob forward and rubbed the swollen head slowly back
and forth against the soft, dewy lips of her slippery cunt.  In the next
instant, his cock found her hole and, groaning like a wounded animal, he
was suddenly sheathed to the hilt, tightly gripped in a hot liquid glove of
rippling velvet.  Doreen cried out as Morley grabbed her hips and, leaning
over her, pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her gaping wet quim.  He
reached under her, tore open the buttons at the front of her dress and,
roughly pushing her bra up, cupped the weight of her dangling breasts in
his hands.  Squeezing and moulding the firm globes of flesh, he pinched the
stubby nipples between fingers and thumbs causing Doreen to moan.  A series
of deep powerful thrusts soon had them both gasping with intense pleasure.
After a vigorous two minutes of energetic grunting and shafting the
floodgates burst open.  Doreen tensed, cried out again, and quivered from
head to toe as she came.  Morley ground his hips into her writhing arse
and, head back, teeth gritted, growled low in his throat as his cock
throbbed and pulsed, squirting jet after jet of hot cum into her belly. 
Almost collapsing with euphoric exhaustion, twitching with nervous trembles
and aftershocks, Morley let out a long, satisfied sigh and rested his
weight across Doreen's stooped back.  Whilst waiting for his heart to
settle, he gently fondled and caressed her breasts, belly and thighs. 
Soon, his cock wilted and slipped from Doreen's warm, wet niche.  "Thank
you, Doreen," Morley said, once more able to stand.  Satiated for the
immediate future, he began adjusting his clothing.  "That was a delightful
interlude and one I wouldn't have missed for the world.  You are a lovely
little piece of tail my sweet.  I'm sure we'll get along splendidly from
here on." He helped Doreen stand up then, leading her by the hand to the
door of the closet, said, "Now, make yourself decent and get off to your
bath.  I'll see you again very soon."



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