Free The Young Governess by Phoebe Gardener

his plunging cock with the snugness of a velvet glove. Dear Lord, he was losing all control now as he sensed his great shaft growing unbelievably. His scrotum hung heavy with its bloated reservoir of sperm, and it must he emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.
    Kate had fallen to mumbling unintelligibly beneath his pounding hips. She waggled her buttocks salaciously back against his merciless thrust. She wanted him to spend. She wanted him to squirt his heavy load of hot semen deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her crotch wide open and spill his sperm into her until she was completely immersed in its delicious loveliness. She could feel a sopping wetness in the crevice of her bottom and there was no longer any thought of pain, or of any other thing except this magnificent cock pummelling her battered arsehole. She pressed her shoulders to the upholstered leather so that her bottom was now raised even higher in the air, and the huge, frenzied cudgel could fuck into her at will. “Praise the Lord! It is time!” the Reverend Pike almost shouted in a harsh, booming voice, throwing back his head and groaning as he thrust his cock’s full length into the wide-stretched opening to her bowels, his body commencing to jerk convulsively, his mouth falling open slackly as he clawed at her waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his prick to skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her.
    “Thrust back! Thrust back!” he commanded her.
    Kate, beneath his battering attack, thought she could feel the first delicious torrents of the hot, white cream splutter into the depths of her rectum. It surged through her body with the force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like hot, liquid fire. The delectable sensation touched off her own climax and she creamed as the vast gush of pleasure rippled through her, and then she could feel some of his warm sperm escape and dribble down the crevice of her wide-split bottom to the slit of her open, throbbing cunt... and then he was withdrawing his deflated member from inside her with a shamefully loud expulsion of wind that was followed by another little gush of viscid semen that spattered the leather upholstery below.
    Slowly, Kate collapsed, every muscle in her spent body quivering from sheer exhaustion. She lay on her belly, and she turned and stared up in utter disbelief at this man who had somehow come to exercise this weird, unholy power over her senses. Now, in the wake of her played out passion, shame and revulsion inundated her, causing the tears to flow quietly from her eyes.
    Dear God forgive me! I could not help myself. It was as if I had no control!
    But she knew full well that once he had started, she wanted him to continue performing that bestial, forbidden act upon her. She knew that she was addicted to sexual congress of any sort, with any human being. Oh! What is to become of me now, she asked herself piteously.
    The Reverend Pike came closer into her tear-blurred view. One of the Handmaidens was wiping at his penis with a small white towel. He was smiling... almost leering, Kate thought.
    “Wipe away your tears, young lady,” he said, giving her a ghastly grin. “You are now a Handmaiden. Tomorrow you shall become a Follower, a far more testing experience, I can assure you. And for heaven’s sake, girl, a good fucking in the arse never hurt any female, nor is it anything to be ashamed of, if that is what your tears are about.”
    Kate clenched her eyes closed tightly, biting at her lower lip until she actually tasted her own blood, the filthy words sending a wave of nausea coursing through her. She had never felt so alone in her life. She was caught in an abominable trap and she didn’t know how or why, or where she could turn. She couldn’t go to Alice. Nor the Belfonts. Nor even Mrs Proctor. Not now… not after this! She had no one but herself to rely on. And it was this thought, far