Mr. Anderson didn't know what to do with the girl now that he was done. She remained in the inverted position until he felt he had to shake her out of it. It looked as though she may have stayed there all day, her red gaping ass shining in the sun over the top of her dripping pink chink. She had to taught some manners, this girl, and he knew exactly the person to do it
He pushed her so that she slumped against the stable wall. She stared back at him, a sly sexy smile on her face, her eyes half closed, her tongue protruding every now and then.
Anderson felt his cock stir. Jesus! He could take her again now, if only he had the time.
He thought for a moment. He really couldn't leave her here like this.
He had to get back to her Father.
"Melanie!" He said. "Melanie! You need to wake up child. Gather your wits about you."
He noticed his words made a little difference as she tried to respond and stand on her feet straighter.
"Did you enjoy that Melanie?" Anderson smiled, knowing what the answer would be.
"Oh yes. Oh yes I did truly enjoy that." She smiled, the words dripping from her mouth as if they were the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.
"I can give you more of that Melanie, but you will have to behave yourself in between times. You must learn to get your wits about you, because it too obvious that you are fucking at this stage, and your father will send you away if he catches wind of any of this."
Melanie seemed to straighten up. Apparently these words were a shock to her.
"Send me away? But Father wants to prepare me for marriage. He would never send me away."
Anderson smiled. The young woman was the most complicated mix of piety, innocence and hot red lust he'd ever seen. How she managed to walk around unscathed till now was a mini miracle of its own.
"Melanie, if you are presumed to not be a virgin, men may not want to marry you. Do you understand?"
A shadow crossed Melanie's face. She couldn't believe what Mr. Anderson was telling her. The wonderful post-orgasmic flush was starting to pass and she felt that these words were something new that she needed to understand.
"But why is everyone so happy to deflower me if it is such a crime?"
"The deflowering is not the crime, child. The knowledge of it is. You must make sure no one knows except your lovers, and they must be sworn to secrecy."
All of this made sense to Melanie. Mr Anderson went on.
"Take a look at your attire now. You could not go out looking like this, Madam, for everyone will know that you've had a cock up your ass."
Melanie flushed and for a moment she thought maybe Mr. Anderson would kindly place his cock in her ass again. But she soon saw him dressing himself properly. A movement that dispelled any of those hopes she harbored at the moment.
Melanie followed suit and started to rearrange her garments. She was sticky and wet between her legs and fluid continued to drip from her holes even though she was trying to get herself tidy.
"I am not sure I will ever be able to conceal it." Melanie said softly.
"Nonsense! If we are to have this sort of fun regularly, then we need to ensure you learn the rule, that's all. I would hate to see you deprived Madam, for you seem to want more of this. Am I correct in making that assumption?"
Melanie's face brightened. "Oh yes! I enjoy it very much!"
"Well then, you need to speak to a woman about how to hide these things."
"I can't imagine who I can talk to Mr. Anderson." Said Melanie.
Anderson smiled. "Don't worry. I know the perfect person."
It seemed to Melanie that Mr Anderson was deeply serious about her not being seen. All thoughts of horse riding were abandoned, as Melanie followed him along secret paths that ran between hedges and through small breaks in the foliage so that soon they were right upon the great house without having every crossed the fields or the beautiful sculptured gardens. Melanie followed Mr. Anderson getting a real education about the secrets her own home she'd lived in for her full eighteen years kept from her. As they walked, Mr. Anderson told her the old large home, that was really more of a castle, was also filled with hidden doors and secret corridors. Melanie knew of only one. The hidden door between her room and the kitchen that she had used to get midnight snacks many times as a young girl. She had no idea the walls encased others.
It seemed the first day as an adult opened up a world she had no idea could ever be this large.
Suddenly they were at the kitchen door. The very door where Melanie had seen Mr. Anderson and the maid only earlier that morning.
The maid was there, her black uniform and white apron in place, her large breasts safely back encased in her corset. She turned when the strange couple appeared at the door. At first she was surprised to see Mr. Anderson, but when her eyes wandered to Melanie, a look of understanding crossed her eye.
She ran toward them, and bustled them into the kitchen, closing the door behind them.
"For heaven's sake, come in or you will be seen." she chided.
This maid had been with the family for just over five years and Melanie was very fond of her, Although she had a good seven years on Melanie, except for the tutor she was still the youngest person in Melanie's life, and Melanie loved to sit in the kitchen sometimes and watch her work. That had been a while ago however. As Melanie's studies grew more serious, she had all but given up mixing with the maid. She watched her now, as she bustled about the kitchen. Images of the dalliance between Mr Anderson and herself earlier came unbidden to Melanie's mind, and she found herself wishing she could see those breasts free of their bodice again.