All my life, as it seems to me now, have I entertained thoughts of fucking and of all such erotic pleasures as can precede it. In this I have been well led by others, though the dullards of this world may feel that I should have lent such talents as I may have to more meritorious ways of passing my years.
Had it not been for a certain incident, my development in the amorous arts might well have come much later than it did-to wit, on my seventeenth birthday. Up to that memorable day I had led a life of some seclusion, had frequently been berated for a bookworm, and entered little into the social pleasures, though my sisters-Emily and Harriet-would have frequently drawn me into them if they could.
Lest I plunge too soon into the beginning of my story, permit me to say that I was fortunate to be born into a family of good standing and of sufficient wealth to ensure that worldly goods were not wanting. We inhabited a house in that part of Buckinghamshire where hunting, idling, and attending parties and balls were the main orders of the day. I, being the youngest, lagged in such pursuits. Emily was eighteen months my senior and Harriet all of two and a half years. Tom, an elder brother, was commissioned to a cavalry regiment and little to be seen.
I am thought not to be ugly nor splendidly good-looking but of passable mien and a manly figure, which by the age of which I speak had brought me to a goodly height so that some actually thought me older than my years. I was said to have a pretty face, which annoyed me muchly, and my sisters and my cousin, Gwen, some-rimes teased me about it.
Our servants counted seven, but since none play any real part in my narrative, I will refer to them only occasionally by name and nothing else. They came and went like ghosts and, like ghosts, finally departed.
Of immediate neighbours we had none in the sense that townfolk understand the word. Nestling as it did in widespread acres, our house was sheltered and secluded. That part of the grounds which immediately adjoined and surrounded the house was of Italianate aspect, with several pieces of large fine statuary so positioned among the trees and shrubs as to merge with the whole and give the grounds an air of ancient grandeur. My grandfather had had these pieces transported from Rome and, it was said, had paid highly to ensure that no damage came to them during the arduous journey. The stone of which the statues were cast was white and seemed to remain miraculously so, though it was rumoured that our head gardener made a personal chore of constantly cleaning the various nude figures of males and females so that the limbs and the more intimate parts that were revealed remained unsullied.
How strange it is that modesty of a social nature ordains that females should remain covered from ankles to neck in the sight of males while such sculpted representations of fair and nubile forms should be allowed to display breasts, nipples, thighs, buttocks, and even some hint of a cunny twixt the voluptuous legs! In the ft same wise, of course, I had noted on visits to the coast with my sisters that men might bathe nude, though separate from the ladies, while the latter were required to wear costumes. Frequently would I see Emily and Harriet giggle and blush at the sight of dangling cocks and swinging balls, yet at the time I curiously gave little if any sexual connotation to this in respect of my sisters.
This then was my background, and though it is somewhat sketchy, I would not bore the reader with such domestic details as might send him scurrying for a more lively account of life to read.
Say I life, when even the beginning of my tale is as wicked as would seem? To this I reply yes, for I soon learned to find no shame in the sweet conjunction of male and female organs, nor did I give a fig whose they were. In this I had good mentors, as shall be seen. The pleasure was all, as soon as I was to know.
So I revert to the day which I deem to be that of my conversion. We had lunched well in the company of one of my mother's female cousins, Selina, who rejoiced much in her name, which other females envied as much as they did the voluptuous aspect she presented.
She was at this time, I would say, in her thirtieth year of thereabouts, being possessed of a Spanish or Turkish look (inherited from her Mama) with dark hair, bold dark eyes, and a quite superb figure of which I was soon to see more than I realized. Not long after coffee, we were joined by two of my sisters' friends, which was as well in the forthcoming circumstances, for they were diverted to the gardens with Emily and Harriet while I adjourned to my room. There I engaged myself for a while in the poems of John Donne, which I frequently loved to quote, believing foolishly that this marked me as one of learning though in fact it tended to bore a number of my friends and drove my sisters to distraction.
A little while after I had entered my room and flung myself down upon the bed, my mother entered and asked me whether I might not prefer to take the fresh air with the others.
"No, Mama, for I am perfectly happy," I replied and wondered a little at her expression, which seemed a trifle anxious.
"Well then," she replied, "we "shall not disturb you nor anyone us, for your Papa and I have business matters to discuss with Selina. Should your sisters come upstairs, tell them, for I do not want them bursting in on any account."
To this I of course assented, though it seemed to be utterly strange that Mama should go out of her way to tell me this, not having done anything of such a nature before. Nor could I imagine that the lighthearted and ever gay Selina would have anything of import to discuss that might not be heard by others, though we did not of course make a practice of overhearing our parents' conversations and would have considered them for the most part dull.
So much did all this stir my mind, in fact, that I finally became curious and, leaving my room, edged along the upper hallway until I was able to ease into a large linen cupboard which adjoined my parents' bedroom. There being but a wooden partition forming the small wall between, I was enabled to hear what passed within. My astonishments were manifold, as was my complete arousal. For long moments I thought to have entered into a dream, since up to this time I had thought of Mama and Papa as naught but the most respectable people.
Now curiously enough, before I continue, I must avow that they remained so to the outer world, which is surely where the term appertains. In all respects, whatever their deeds, they remained courteous and considerate and harmed nor man nor beast, seeing ever to the welfare of the servants and all that made for a general coziness of life. Therefore I deem their lives to have been better led than those of canting hypocrites who near starved their servants, allowed their children to be cruelly treated at boarding schools, and saw in the main only to their own comforts while ever parading a prayer book in one hand.
So vivid was the experience I was about to enter into that immediately afterward I wrote down all I could remember of it, to the very words used, and hence transcribe it here that it may come better alive than by duller reportage.
"Selina, what a naughty party you had," I heard my mother declare. Then came a giggle from her cousin, who asked, "Oh, did you hear of it?" My father's voice then intruded, declaring that what little they had heard indicated as fine a sporting evening as may ever have passed. At this Selina pretended some coyness, it being said by Mama that she would tickle her if the truth did not out.
This was immediately followed by a screech and a little cry from Selina together with much noise of the bedsprings, all of which made my heart race.
"Off with her dress, dearest, for we shall not be disturbed, and how often have you expressed a desire to uncover her lovely legs," Mama's voice came to me.
"Not to say her bottom and all else! What pretty frilled drawers! Come, Charlotte, pull them down that we may view her little treasure house at last." This being said by my father amid many "No, no's" from Selina, there was much thumping and laughter, a little screech or two, and then very distinctly the sound of kisses such as in the circumstances made me feel quite faint.
"What naughty ones you are-oh, do not open my legs so! Oh, Edward, oh, Charlotte!"
"Off with your clothes too, Charlotte, my love, and lie upon her, for you two will be as merry as two doves in rubbing your pussies together," said Papa, who added, "Shall we not then make her tell the truth? Oh, my goodness, what a bottom she has, what titties! Good, my pet, you are fair in position now between her thighs as I swear others were at her party from all we hear. Come now, Selina, confess it. Roll her upon her hip, my love, so that I may put my cock to her bottom-while you kiss her."
It may be well believed that my thoughts could scarce contain such erotic visions as were created in my mind by these remarkable utterances. Much panting sounded, kisses were freely exchanged, and from all three came the most profound sighs.
"Ah! do not let him put it in there, Charlotte! Oh, the naughty man would have it up my bottom! Ah, your kisses make me feel faint. Let me tickle your cunny even as you are tickling mine. Is it not true that you dealt in this wicked manner too with Lady Ebury? Ah, stop, he has got his knob in!"
"Hold the cheeks of her bottom well open, Charlotte-she has as tight a hole as any I have known. Ah, my goodness, what warmth, what sweetness, what heaven!"
"Oh-hooo! I cannot bear it-it is too big-do not hold me so, Charlotte. Ah, you are making me come!"
"As did several ladies and gentlemen at the party, Selina, did they not? Were you not fucked on the table in sight of all and did your brother not put his cock to your bottom during the merriment?"
"Oh, what shame! I was held down. Truly, I could not prevent it-the wicked things had planned it so. Ah! I cannot catch my breath! Edward, desist, for your prick is too big up there. Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh!"
"Press your bottom well down upon it, Selina. I have well longed for this moment," Mama declared amid many moans and kisses. "What a Venus figure you have! Turn her up upon her hands and knees, Edward, that I may see you bugger her properly. Come, Selina darling, let me now slip beneath you so that we may kiss. What a delicious trio!"
All this and more that I might recount had long raised my throbbing cock into my palm. Faint and dizzy with a thousand desires that had never previously manifested themselves, I leaned my forehead against the partition and rubbed my prick fervently, bewitched by all that I heard and imagining in my fervour the naked forms of Mama and Selina amourously entwined while Papa's prick did that which I never dreamed a man's penis might do, by entertaining itself twixt the female nether cheeks.
Long ere the combatants in the adjoining bedroom had finished, my sperm had jetted and bubbled out upon my hand, rivuleting through my fingers and dripping to the floor in considerable abundance while my legs shook and felt weak. Dry of mouth and feeling quite pale, I stumbled forth, little caring in my dazed state that I might be heard. Reaching my room, I cast myself down and, with my cock still dripping and pulsing faintly, gazed up at the ceiling as one who has stumbled upon a magic cave the like of which had not been seen before.
All thoughts of the past appeared to have vanished from my mind. The very books in whose dusty thoughts I had so often dipped my mind seemed now as useless as fallen leaves. All counted for nought save the voluptuous visions and the lewd words whereby I had been so unexpectedly entertained. Indeed, so cataclysmic was the experience that again and again I had to remind myself that it was not a dream and that my beautiful Mama and the seductive Selina had actually unclothed themselves and embraced together with Papa in the most licentious manner.
Thus as I lay nursing my cock, a profound change came over me and I yearned for magical powers whereby I might pass invisibly through the walls of my parents' bedroom and see all that transpired and to gaze upon the naked, lovely limbs of both Mama and Selina, who I now had no doubt were perfect goddesses in their unclothed states.
Thus, not to put too much of a pun upon it, did many veils fall from my eyes. No longer did I gaze upon Mama-nor Emily nor Harriet-as hitherto, but my vision sought to pierce the coverings that clothed their forms that I might thereby gaze upon their breasts and thighs, bottoms and pussies. Indeed, so immediate became this desire that I hastened down into the garden to join my sisters and their friends, for I feared to again approach my parents' room lest I be overheard.
"How flushed you look," exclaimed Emily to me when I joined them on the lawn, for she was ever slightly the more forward of my sisters and much given to remarks that were considered "cheeky" by adults.
"It was the heat of my room," I replied and, so doing, met the gaze of Gwen, a pretty girl of seventeen who was so often a visitor that I had scarce really looked on her closely before. Now that I did, I found myself quite entranced, though perhaps conscious that this was in part a result of my astonishing experience. Her breasts protruded well through her dress and gave promise of certain nubile splendours beneath, as did the trimness of her ankles and an occasional glimpse of her calves.
Something in my eyes made her blush slightly, though not out of annoyance, and Emily and Harriet, perceiving this, smiled at one another in that secretive way that girls do, which annoyed me. Or perhaps I was embarrassed, being conscious that the comely forms of my sisters attracted me now almost as equally as did Gwen's. As to Gwen's companion, she was a mousy little thing to whom I gave no thought.
I left therefore such conversation as there was to the girls while continuing to allow my eyes to idle over them. Of the three, Harriet was the tallest and perhaps of an occasionally more haughty mien, whereas Emily looked ever mischievous. Both were slender, albeit that it was a slenderness that was deceptive, for their breasts were firm and full, as were their bottoms.
From time to time during these moments I would turn my gaze up towards the main wing of the house where I imagined Mama, Papa, and Selina still disporting themselves. Emily once or twice followed my glance and asked me with great curiousity why I was so looking.
"Oh, it is nothing. I was merely watching the swallows," I said, though the thought crossed my mind as to what might occur if I had said that I wondered whether Papa still had his prick in Selina's bottom. Was all the world made so? I wondered. Letting my gaze dwell ever more fondly upon Gwen, Emily, and Harriet, I lewdly imagined each in turn presenting her naked bottom to my cock and felt it thicken and stir anew.
CHAPTER TWO
For several weeks naught passed save what occurred in my fevered imagination. In the privacy of my room I began to frig myself as never before and would frequently endow my vivid thoughts with visions of Mama, Gwen, or one or other of my sisters smiling upon me and undressing as I did so. At the point of their divesting themselves of their drawers and advancing upon me naked, my sperm would leap out in great bounds from my prick and arc upon a large handkerchief which I kept in readiness for it.
Such practices, however, led rather to frustration than to fulfillment, and I was minded several times to attempt one of the maids, though none attracted me that much and I feared what might happen if they spoke of it afterwards and my mother found out. How ironic this thought was to prove may be seen later. The mind concentrates itself wonderfully at such times, and more and more my own focused upon Gwen, who in the summer came often, her parents' house lying not more than five miles hence.
One afternoon while she and my sisters were in the garden taking turns upon the swing, I remained rather sombrely in my room with my cock itching and straining to acquire its first taste of a cunny or a bottomhole, though I knew not how it could enter such a small orifice and ever wondered at Selina's attainments.
The house was quiet. Mama was at some sewing or other and Papa in his study where he was wont to compile all sorts of figures appertaining to his business, which involved trading in precious metals and furs. A nose then attracted me as I opened my door to see Gwen slip past. At such times she often stayed for a night or two and would sleep either with one of my sisters or in a spare room. On this occasion I knew her to have a room adjoining Harriet's.
My heart beat madly, for I knew Gwen to be on her own. As she turned on the stairs and saw me peeping somewhat furtively out, our eyes met and she gave a little smile. Immediately then I beckoned her and opened my door wider, whereat she shook her head, taking on a most merrily mischievous expression while hastening her footsteps. Careless almost of the consequences, I emerged and followed her. She, sensing this, hurried forward, but I, being the quicker-or perhaps she not wishing to escape as much as she would give appearance of doing-caught up with her and took her elbow at the very threshold of her bedroom door.
"Hist! They will hear!" she declared, struggling silently as my arms enfolded her slim waist, and we bore inward until with a squeal she fell beneath me on the bed. "Ah, what are you at," she flustered and twisted her neck from side to side to endeavour to escape the kisses that I rained upon her face and neck.
How sweet she smelled, as if of lavender! I felt her breasts rolling beneath me, half upon her as I was, felt her thighs warm through her dress. My cock leapt up rock hard at the contact, and she could feel it, which caused her to drum with her fists against my shoulders though her mouth seemed less eager now to escape my own. Finally with a little sigh she surrendered her lips, so soft and full that the very contact of my own with them made me feel dizzy.
"Let me go-your mama will hear!" she hissed. Too distraught with desire to obey her, I lavished more kisses upon her mouth and cheeks, causing her to clutch at me with a sudden trembling. Soft as her body was, it yet felt firm and of such delicious curves that my cock all but pulsed out of its come. Feeling it rub through my trousers against her stocking top, Gwen strubbled more wildly, saying, "No, I will not let you-oh, you beast!"
Only in the aftermath did it occur to me that those very words of hers betrayed that she knew at least something if not more than I about such things. Quite overtaken with lust, I reached down between us and unbuttoned the front of my trousers, feeling as I did so against my knuckles the pad of curls between her thighs even through her dress.
"Hold it-rub it!" I begged and endeavoured to drag her hand down to it, falling sideways upon my hip while rolling her towards me so that we lay facing one another with our legs hanging half off the bed.
Whether it was my imagination or not I know not, but her breath then seemed warmer to my lips as I succeeded in getting her fingertips to my straining shaft and rubbing them about it. All of a lather as I was and quite heedless of the fact that the door stood half open, I fumbled up the hem of Gwen's dress, laying bare to my raptured gaze the full length of her white-stockinged legs, her swelling thighs and the dark curls that crowned her motte.
"You darst not, you darst not!" she moaned, for in a trice I had cupped her there greedily with my palms and felt the sweet moist lips, the mingling softness and crispness of hairs, and the split of her bum, which I could feel by extending my hand further beneath.
"Let me but kiss you properly and I will stop. Hold my prick and rub it," I groaned. Her belly jerked, her quim seeming to glide across my palm so that its oiliness increased. Her mouth opened as if she were fighting for breath and her brown eyes had a strange look about them. Cupping her round warm bottom with my free hand, I slipped my forefinger up her quim, whereupon she gave a little cry and to my profound delight wrapped her fingers about my stem.
"Oh, what a big one you have!" she said dreamily, "but do not put it in-do you promise and I will let you."
At that her body gave a little quiver and her tongue slipped into my mouth the while that her loose fingers worked up and down my stem, causing me in turn to shudder blissfully. Churning my finger all too crudely in her pussy, I doubt that I gave her as much pleasure as she did me, for the touch of her fingers at my prick had a delicious delicacy as did the subtle lickings of her tongue about my own.
So carried away was I that such skills as she had already acquired did not then strike me. Though I longed to put it in her, I strangely feared also to do it, which is not uncommon, I believe, at the first encounter of a cock to cunt in youth. Moreover, the rapid ministrations of both Gwen's fingers and her tongue were already bringing me to a point from which there is no return save the glorious release of one's spermatic treasures.
"No, no, no!" A little hushed cry burst from her as, maddened by desire, I rolled her of a sudden upon her back so that my cock all but escaped her grasp, the knob rubbing against her silken belly. For a moment I believe she would have accepted it, yet such was her knowing and her consciousness of what we were about that her thighs immediately closed tight.
"Do it now, like this-it's nice," she whispered. Regaining her clasp on my throbbing tool, she seemed to nip the root of it twixt thumb and forefinger, then relaxed her grip and rubbed her belly under me, the result of this and all that had occurred being so electric that with a hollow groan I released the gushings of my sperm in such a flood as seemed to cover her velvety skin in huge puddles, each spurt making her wriggle delightfully until all was done and our bellies seemed to remain stuck together.
I in a dreamy state of unutterable bliss would have stayed so, savouring all the sensations of her naked lower half beneath me. Then however did Gwen's nails dig into my shoulders. "Oh, the door!" she exclaimed in such a tone that we both started up in great fear and dismay, I with waggling cock rushing to close it while Gwen sat up aghast, her thighs uncovered still.
"Oh, we might have been discovered," she said. But already, with the enclosing of the room and still such a quietness from downstairs, a certain boldness returned to us. Still amourous as she appeared, I drew her up, preventing her from ruffling down her skirt, and cupped her bottom, which felt slightly larger than I had imagined it.
"Do not-we must go down," she said faintly and then laughed, "Oh, your cock is all soft and wet. Ugh!"
"You do not mind it," I replied boldly. "Come turn round and let me see your bottom."
For a moment she resisted, though more out of flirtatiousness than otherwise, but then finally allowed herself to be turned round and bent over the bed. Resting her hands flat on the cover, she bent her knees inward a little while I knelt to award the glorious half-moons a kiss.
"What a naughty thing you are-I did not dream this of you. Oh, do not do that-oh!"
She giggled and wriggled mightily, but I, being much the stronger, held her bottom clasped and parted the springy cheeks to expose the pinky-brown rosette, which she was now forced to offer to my gaze.
"Have you had it there?" I asked, whereat she gave a little shriek and, casting herself forward, rolled over onto her back protectively and pushed her skirt down to her knees.
"Ah, what a terrible thing to say-how dirty of you!" she exclaimed, though doing so with such a hint of laughter in her voice that I knew her not so shocked as she pretended. I was even minded to believe that she had already thought of such a thing. Saying boldly that a cock would go in there well enough and no doubt enjoy its passage, I cast myself beside her, fondled all that I could reach, even to finally getting my fingertip in her bottom, and drew her mouth under mine. So embracing, we sank back again, quite madly careless of the hour or the circumstances.
"Have you been fucked?" I asked.
"No, of course not," she declared, though once again it seemed to me that her breath became even warmer and her lips more moist. "What a vagabond you are to suggest it," she added. My lust was up, however. The thrill of so conversing and of saying outrageous things while fondling pussy, bottom, and thighs was full upon me.
"Nor had it in your bottom? For that is not called fucking but something else," I declared, having well remembered what was said in my parents' room. The word buggery had not, of course, been unknown to me, but as many without experience, I had never previously connected it with actual sporting upon a bed and had thought of it only as a swearing word.
"Is it? I do not know for I have never heard of it nor would ever believe it could be done," Gwen replied rather quaintly. Her eyes however were limpid and betrayed her, as again I thought in the later hours. Moreover, Instead of squealing as I had expected her to at the insertion of my fingertip into her nether hole, she had made but one clutch at it and then let it remain there. I pressed it in now a little further, feeling the moistness of her squeezing there, and with the other hand tickled her quim causing her to relax and look most dreamy for a moment.
A tingling came into my cock and I could feel it stiffen. Touching it with her fingers, Gwen looked quite startled that it could have begun to arise again so quickly, for as I was to learn later, she had until now entertained only two more mature penises, which, having soaped her to her satisfaction, had thereafter lain quiescent and were hard put to it to rise again within the hour.
Suddenly, however, she disengaged herself and sprang up from me, such being the self-possessiveness of some females, whether young or old, who appear never to lose themselves completely in the delirious acts of love.
"If your Mama or sisters come, there will be such a scandal," she said, which truth I suppose came upon me also, such a careless rapture having overcome me in the long minutes that had passed. Swearing that we would do it soon enough again and that next time I would have my cock in her, I left hr with a final warm kiss and with my prick so boldly protruding upwards from my opened trousers that I was in some difficulty to button myself and force it to spring back within.
Such was often my condition now, even though I frigged myself daily and sometimes twice a day. Regaining my room, I heard Gwen scurry back down a few moments later, heard an exchange of words between herself and Mama, and then she hurried into the garden, where again my thoughts carried me even more vividly now between their three pairs of thighs.
Would Emily or Harriet behave so and speak so as Gwen had were I to fall upon a bed with one or the other? More and more did such thoughts engage me, for how little can we penetrate into the thoughts and desires of others. As to my memories of the visit of Selina, they became now as a dream to such extent that several times in secret I wandered back to the linen cupboard as if foolishly to reassure myself that it were there and that all that had passed had actually transpired.
Mama ever had an air of perfect tranquillity and quietness, being then in her forty-first year and with a face as smooth as a girl's. People often indeed complimented her upon her complexion which was of a delicate "strawberries and cream" hue. In height I already surpassed her by an inch, which she once or twice remarked upon. I for my part could only gaze wonderingly from time to time into her eyes, of which she seemed conscious and would smile. In figure she was no less well proportioned in my eyes than Selina, her breasts being bold and thrusting and the fullness of her thighs being occasionally if rarely outlined briefly beneath such lighter summer dresses as she wore when the season allowed.
That all my beginnings should have occurred in summer seems now to me to have been idyllic, for about the house the females wore lighter clothing-especially when visitors were not expected-than they did on more formal occasions. Thus I was vouchsafed more luring glimpses of Mama's bottom as also Emily's and Harriet's and at times set my imagination to comparing them. Of the three, Harriet had the most sultry figure, being slightly longer in the waist so that her bottom cheeks allowed their out-thrusting to display more erotically, though not more fully.
Emily's was a slightly smaller, chubbier derriere, which would cause many a man delight. Her bubbies were high and firm, like melons, as were Harriet's. As to Mama, her bottom was truly Junoesque and her skirts draped superbly over it, hanging as if in homage from its bold jutting.
CHAPTER THREE
Gwen stayed not more than overnight before a carriage came to fetch her back, which fact occasioned my frustration to rise, for I could not conceive myself as attempting Emily or Harriet, while of the servants I ever had the curious thought that they might all be dirty beneath their clothes whereas ladies of the higher classes bathe frequently and so keep themselves fresh and their cunnies and bottoms more tasteful. In the light of what was to occur eventually, this idea seems to me now odd in the extreme, save that I was fastidious in such matters where strangers were concerned and was forever washing my cock and balls as though to prepare myself for some delightful occasion.
Idling about the house one morning, I ruffled among some tools I had found in a box and there alighted upon a gimlet. Therewith I thought immediately of the wall of the linen cupboard which, abutting my parents' room, was but made of timber. Such constructions were then common, being devised perhaps by builders after the architect had left the scene, or were the result of minor alterations. What I now intended seemed to me very simple and yet utterly daring, for it occurred to me that were I able to bore a hole in the partition, I would be able to see within.
A conscience seized me at this, and yet I cast it aside. Much had been made during that orgy of my mother removing her drawers, as also Selina's, and I yearned to see her thus, perhaps completely naked or half so. Thus did I wrestle with such thoughts while twirling the gimlet in my hand. It would leave sawdust on the floor, I told myself, and perhaps some within the bedroom where my mother might see it or a maidservant chance upon it.
Even so, the idea became stronger in my mind. The servants by mid morning had finished their work upstairs and thence I ventured. No one was about and in a trice I had let myself into the cupboard, though dropping the gimlet in the process, which caused me to forget myself and curse loudly. Bending down in the somewhat confined and dark space, I searched for it with my fingertips, finding much dust but no gimlet, though I was angrily convinced that by its very shape it could have scarce rolled far. A shelf above me being forgotten, I then bumped my head-such being the comedy of the occasion-whereat to my dismay I then heard footsteps and my mother appeared, gazing at me in considerable astonishment.
"What on earth are you doing?" she asked while I, rising, bumped my head yet again. Having nothing else to say, I could only mumble that I was looking for something-a detail she did not fortunately pursue, remarking only that whatever it was I would not find it there.
"No, how silly of me, I thought it was a different cupboard," I stammered and came into the light.
"Oh, do brush yourself, you are all dusty, Harry," Mama said, then turning about-and having evidently been in the bedroom when I thought her downstairs with cook-added, "I am going out now. If you wish to drive with me you may, for the coachman is with your Papa and the stable boy is busy. You are able now to handle the reins, I am sure, and we shall not be long gone."
Rather eagerly, and glad of my escape, I assured her that I was. A cold chill ran through me at the realisation that I might well have been boring a hole while Mama was moving about the bedroom and would have spied the operation, causing all such plans as I might have for the future to go awry. Descending to brush my boots quickly, I waited for Mama, who finally descended looking perfectly radiant in a new blue gown and a large feathered boa of the same shade. Accompanying her out to the drive. I took her warm hand as she settled into the small open carriage and felt a distinct thrill from doing so. Her hands were small and delicate, the fingers subtly tapered and much beringed.
"Shall Selina come again soon, Mama?" I asked by way of conversation as we set off.
For this remark I received a curious glance, since there oft seemed to be an unbridgeable gap between those of below twenty and those of thirty and above.
"I believe she may. Do you like her then?" Mama asked with a laugh which caused me to blush somewhat fiercely-perhaps because I thought there was something taunting in her tone, though she did not mean it to be so and it was my own conscience that placed the thought there. I recovered myself, however.
"She is quite lovely, is she not?" I responded solemnly.
"Indeed, and is much admired for it by many. Her mother is Spanish and from there she gets her looks. Of course, I forget sometimes that you are growing up and might notice such things," Mama remarked a little slyly as our two-in-hand trotted on with harness jingling down the lane. Not knowing how to reply to that, I asked then where we were going since we would soon encounter the highway.
"Really I do not know," confessed Mama to my astonishment. The truth is, Harry, that the dreadful curate is to pay a visit at any moment and I really do not wish to see him. Were I at home it would seem a perfect sin to have it said that I am not," she continued quaintly. "He is such a bore, though he means not to be. Let us drive round by the meadows, and by the time we are back, if we take then the longer route on our return, he will be gone."
None of this occasioned me disappointment, for the day was fine and warm and I could scarce recall when Mama and I had been alone before for years. I could see now why she did not wish the stable boy to accompany her, for then she might have been forced out of discretion to make a visit as boring as the one from which she had escaped. Also it gave me a little insight into her character that I had not suspected, for it had never occurred to me that she might be bored in the presence of other adults.
"There is a little inn towards Hatherden, Mama, where if you are thirsty we might stop awhile and take a drink," I said of a sudden.
"How strange they would think it if we did," she laughed, for she was scarce unknown in the district and at such places only common travellers or locals of the lower orders went to drink there. Why such a fancy took me, I know not. Perhaps yet in my mind lurked the thought that we might yet otherwise encounter the curate, which would have been embarrassing for all. Since Mama had not entirely refused the idea, I wended the horses there in due course after only smatterings of desultory conversation between us.
Seeing that we were coming upon it after some twenty-five minutes of travel, Mama observed that I might fetch her a glass of wine and bring it out to her.
Reigning the horses in at some distance from the inn as might please her, I jumped down and, entering the low-ceilinged place, was met by some curious looks when I called for two glasses of port. Naught being said, however, save for the courtesies of exchanging money for drinks, I bore the large brimming glasses outside and saw beyond that Mama was engaged in conversation with a lady who had drawn up beside our carriage on horseback.
As I approached across the rough graveled road, I saw the unknown more clearly, and truly in that first moment she looked as superb a figure of womanhood as anyone might wish to see. A tricorne hat rested upon her dark hair, which was drawn back in a bun. Her skin appeared faintly olive tinted but otherwise of such clarity that it seemed as if illumined from within. A black velvet jacket being fashioned tightly to her torso and waist permitted me to see the superb development of her breasts, while as to her bottom, clad as she otherwise was in a long, pleated black skirt, it jutted out upon her saddle in a perfect magnificence of womanhood. Her features were finely shaped, being oval of shape and with a full rich mouth and large liquid eyes. I judged her about thirty-five, or less.
Before I reached the carriage she had flicked her horse's rump with her crop and was gone, leaving a little cloud of grey dust and the vision of her magnetic eyes that gazed all too briefly as it seemed upon me, though without a flicker of greeting.
Entering the carriage with some awkwardness in order not to spill the port, I settled myself beside Mama and noticed that she was gazing after the lady. Handing her a glass, I enquired who it was.
"Her name is Davina, though I knew her little. She has visited but once. A strange woman, though very beautiful," Mama said reflectively and then sipped her port.
"Strange?" I inquired, feeling it odd to think that we had never talked in this way of anyone and that in many respects this drive had provided us with our very first conversation other than the bits and pieces that are normally spoken domestically and which amount to little more than casual remarks.
"Yes, but I cannot explain it. What a strange effect she has on one. It is said that others have thought so. She acquired Lavender House some two years ago and must perhaps be separated or divorced since no one has seen a husband nor heard of one. Really, what large glasses these are," Mama laughed, as if to divert herself from her thoughts. Thereafter we drank a little pensively. The port wine was unexpectedly quite excellent and no doubt had stolen its way past some Customs House at some time as many good barrels were said to do.
Having quaffed to our content, I returned the glasses and we resumed our drive until Mama became tired of the bumping of the carriage and I drew in off the lane to a grazing spot which led into a group of trees and foliage whence the ground then rose towards fields.
Assisting Mama down-for we had agreed to rest awhile in the shade-I noticed that she appeared rather restless in her movements. I had little doubt in fact that she wanted to pee, and it was in fact so, for she said I must excuse her.
"Do not follow me for I shall not be a moment," she said and made off into the trees while I secured the reins to a low branch. An immediate trembling then seized me, for I more fully sensed-or visualised-what she was at and that her drawers would soon be at a tumble. The moment was irresistible, I confess it. Quite unable to prevent myself, I stole forward in the direction she had taken and with madly beating heart saw her hesitate in a little clearing. At that I ducked down behind a shrub, for she looked about her first and then, being satisfied that all was still and quiet, began to gather up her skirt.
An open circle in the leaves of the shrub permitted me to see all. Half facing in my direction as she was, I saw her calves, her rounded knees, uncovered, and then the gleaming white glory of her thighs, which were spangled halfway up by the prettiest of pink and blue garters. For a moment then she appeared to hesitate, though her hips wriggled all the more and the hem of her skirt hung maddeningly in a little loop just sufficiently to hide her treasure.
The very holding of my breath threatened then to suffocate me, for the waiting seemed truly unbearable. Then her skirt was gathered fully up, wreathing its soft folds about in curving hips. She wore no drawers! Ah, the revelation of that moment-her rapturous thighs, slender calves, her white smooth belly, and withal, the thick dark bush of curls about her cunt. I all but swooned at the sight, permitted also as I was by her posture to view the gleaming orb of her naked bottom in profile.
A strange look then appeared to come over Mama's features, for she licked her lips once, not crouching as I thought she might, but widening her stockinged legs and bending her knees while from the rolled lips of her pussy there came a fiercely hissing stream of urine, golden in its splashing and its tumbling, sparkling upon the grass in a thousand glittering droplets while I-unable to control myself-released my suddenly stiff and aching cock and rose in full view of her.
As by some instinct in that moment, Mama turned her face slightly and saw me. How voluptuous she looked I despair of describing. Her face being slightly flushed, her lips were parted in the most appealing manner, her white teeth gleaming, her belly thrust slightly forward as she pissed with her cunt-lips parted in the manner of a split peach.
In that first meeting of our eyes-she utterly abandoned in her open-legged posture and I with my cock proud and offered to her gaze-she appeared as if petrified, the last little stream ejecting from her, for women ever seem to piss more powerfully than men as I have often since observed.
The space between us was but two yards. Not meaning consciously to move, yet I stumbled forward. Mama appeared incapable of moving or even of covering herself. Her lips opened wider. I feared perhaps that she might scream and that some passing rider or rustic might then come upon us. In a flash, maddened with untold delights, I was upon her. She fell with a cry, almost escaping my grasp and rolling with me beyond the circle of wet in such manner that as she moved upon her belly so I Utterly clambered upon her back and bared bottom and held her there with my cock pounding fiercely at the deep cleft of her cheeks.
"Ah, Harry, stop! Oh, you devil!"
I could not. No power on earth could have made me do so in that moment. Bulging up under me, the glorious resilience of her large bottom seemed to pulse in concert with my cock whose knob settled itself tightly in her groove. Her hands clawed at the grass while I, resting my hands on her shoulders, kissed her neck wildly.
"You bad, bad boy-oh, you bad boy!" was all she seemed able now to say, while for my part I could only stutter "Mama, Mama!" experiencing all the first ecstasies of contact between us as I was.
"Let me go-let me up. Oh, Harry," she whimpered. Perhaps she would have tried to thrust me off had not a first slight movement from her caused my swollen crest to rub even more desiringly between the fat cheeks of her bottom. I groaned, and the very sound seemed for a moment to appease her with its beseeching for she quivered and lay still, perhaps expecting me then to rise.
Softly then, when finding me unmoving, she began to cry. In any other circumstances I would have leapt up horrified and perhaps run from the very sight of her, had I been the cause of her tears. It was the very nature of her sobbing, however, that served only to raise my desires, for there ran through her a strange little shuddering that told me that all was not despair, nor most certainly shame.
Moving off of her gingerly and rubbing my rigid cock therby all over her glorious derriere, I rolled her upon her back and found her limp, her mouth open in little bubbling sobs, her eyes appearing glazed. Uncovered still as she was, her aspect was one of the utmost voluptuousness, her sturdy and beautifully curved legs open and flat upon the tussocks of grass, the lips of her quim delicately parted in their shrouding of curls.
All time in that moment, it seemed, had ceased. I bent over her and regarded her lovely face. Still sobbing in little rippling sounds, she returned my gaze and yet appeared not to see me. I had the uncanny sense that she was looking through me as to some otherness, and yet she now lay perfectly still on her back as I bent to kiss her. Her mouth received mine; I felt her arms stir and yet they moved not, the one nearest to me being flung above her head and the other lying at her side. Her mouth was moist and rich, her upper lip curling back slightly as she received my kiss, neither giving nor yielding and yet quiescent.
The kiss lasted for seconds but it seemed an eternity, reminding me strangely-and I knew not why-of the far crying of seagulls that I had heard ofttimes at the seaside.
At that Mama stirred and pushed me up quite as if something unaccountable had happened to her and as if she were not yet conscious of where she were. For my part I astonished myself that I had not fumbled her, fondled her, and fallen upon her. Settling her skirt at her knees, which in all other circumstances she would have considered immodest itself, she turned to me where I sat, my cock exposed and pointing up out of my open trousers, its rubicund head gleaming.
"You bad boy-oh, look at you," Mama breathed, as verily as in other circumstances she might have said that my coat or boots were dusty. Awed and excited as I now felt myself to be, I fell back on my elbows and screwed up my eyes in exquisite rapture as her beringed fingers coiled themselves slowly about my stem. "Look at you-do not move or I shall tell your Papa," she said quietly, seeming then to be in possession of all her faculties.
I uttered a shuddering gasp and lay back, for her tapered fingers moved so delicately and knowingly about my stiff cock that I feared to burst then and there.
"Lie still, lie still, Harry-there, there," she intoned . softly, and I, as if lulled rather than being maddened erotically, did so as best I could, jerking my hips impetuously and imploring her mouth.
"Mama, oh, my darling Mama, let me kiss you," I begged.
"No, Harry, no."
Her voice could not have been quieter nor more confident now, nor more insistent. I gasped, choked, threshing my buttocks, and half began to cry. Her fingers moved faster. Through a blur of vision that encompassed the overhanging branches, the clear blue sky and the lustre of her eyes, I observed that her gaze seemed hotter as she felt the increased throbbing of my cock. Her lips parted as if in a very devil's invitation to lust and passion, and then my cock exploded, gushing, jetting, the creamy, gruelly substance pouring over her hand, which continued to work me relentlessly to the last oozing drop, whereat I quivered and lay limp as if all strength had left me.
While I did so, Mama rose, smoothed down her skirt completely, and bent to rub her sperm-glistening hand on the grass. Then, without a word, she turned and was gone, leaving me to scramble up feebly and cover myself before following her back down the short path to the carriage. By the time I reached it she had seated herself, and I knew better then than to speak as I released the loose reins from the branch and gathered myself beside her.
Not a word was said as we jingled forward. Having removed her long white gloves before she had ascended, Mama how replaced them carefully, smoothing them out so that I marvelled at her self-possession after the astonishing scene that had occurred. Then, no doubt out of deliberation, she began to talk casually of such passing scenes as met our eyes, remarking on the outer prettiness of some of the cottages, though they were dark and small within.
"Have you been in one then, Mama?" I asked, marveling that I could even speak so to her now.
"Oh, yes, for I have done charity work, and the poor folk often have need of fuel and food in the winter. Some have but one small bedroom for all to sleep in."
Both remarks caused me much thought. Never having had to look or work for a sovereign piece, it seemed almost bizarre to me then, as occasionally it does even now, that all those living in the richness of the countryside did not partake equally of its bounty. That a working man might be sent to prison for taking wood to burn when there was such an abundance of trees never occurred to me. Equally there seemed so many cows and pigs and sheep and such a growth of vegetables and fruit that no one should go hungry in any season. My naivete in such respects told on me. Only in later life did I understand the powers of property and possession. As to the single bedroom, however, I thought much upon that.
Emboldened a little by Mama's mention of the word, I ventured to say that I could not imagine such a thing if there were grown daughters and sons of the family. At that Mama seemed about to say someting, but desisted, which disappointed me. Having expected outrage and umbrage after what had passed, I was met only with a civilised mien, though that very incident taught me much. At that time, however, a veritable rage was within me such as is encouraged by a renewal of desire in one's loins. No longer did I look upon her as my Mama and yet I did. This so served to whet the excitement in me that she perhaps sensed it and remained quiet until we had returned, when she immediately went to her room to change.
Emily was loitering the the drawing room and on a sudden impulse I seized her and kissed her.
"Oh, what are you at!" she laughed, not displeased. How juicy and firm her tits seemed against my chest! My thighs pressed against hers.
"I just wanted to kiss you," I said, though I had but reached the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, Harry, you are silly," she giggled, little knowing that at that very moment I would have taken her drawers down if I could.
CHAPTER FOUR
Fate now took the most decisive hand in my life. The delicious episode between Mama and myself faded into the background-a slate wiped clean, as it were. Not a glance between us in the weeks that followed betrayed what had passed, though it forever burned in my mind. I had been, as it were, admonished, conquered, and pleasured all at once by her adorable, coaxing hand. Whether she had finally done it to pleasure me or subdue me, I knew not, though I thought of little else for a long time and unclothed her frequently with my eyes.
It was on such a day in fact as our strange and wonderful embraces had occurred that I encountered in riding the very lady whom I had seen in conversation with my mother at the inn. We approached one another from different directions, I making to pass her with a nod, but she reining in so that my way was in part blocked.
"Do you not wish a lady good day at the very least?" she asked me. There was a slight asperity in her tone and yet a quite bewitching smile flirted upon her lips.
"Forgive me," I stammered and found myself blushing a little, "but since we are not acquainted...."
"Oh, but that is not so," she interrupted. "You are Harry, are you not, and your delightful Mama is called Charlotte-a name which suits her well, I think."
"Why, forgive me, but I had no idea that you knew my name nor would ever recognise me," I replied.
At that, seeming to take little note of what I said but letting her piercing eyes remain on mine for a moment, she stirred on her saddle as if with impatience and said rather abruptly, "You may follow me."
Quite confounded at this, I yet obeyed, turning my steed awkwardly while she moved on ahead and broke into a canter, riding not sidesaddle as ladies are wont to do but astride her horse in a manner that society would have thought thoroughly unbecoming and indecent. Rising and falling on the saddle as it did, the allure of her bottom caused my prick to stiffen uncomfortably and rub against my britches. A full two miles she led across meadows, at one time jumping a low fence with such ease that I had no recourse but to follow. Then came in sight her house, which was one of which I had taken little note in the past.
Observing none of the normal courtesies on our arrival, she alighted as a yard girl-I can call her no other-came forward to take our mounts. Of rustic mien, the girl was decidedly pretty and slender with a fine turn of ankles and attired in a light gray dress striped vertically in black, with a small black apron at her waist.
Disregarding me completely, she led the horses away while Davina ran lightly up the stone steps and within the hall through the already open door. There I saw standing another girl, who might well have been the sister of the first and was attired in the same way, which I found curious, for servants' wear was ever formal in white and black or black and grey.
"There is nothing to report, madame," said this wench, giving a small curtsy.
Davina nodded and led me onward to a drawing room of spacious aspect, which contained several sumptuous ottomans bestrewn with cushions. Upon the carpet were two tiger skins, intact to the heads and teeth.
"You will have a drink," my hostess said, not asking but stating the fact. I expected her then to pull a bell-cord for a servant, but instead she merely peeled off her hat, jacket, and gloves and let down her hair so quickly that it was like watching a piece of legerdemain. Soft and full, it flowed upon her shoulders, giving her an even more youthful aspect.
As she seated herself in an armchair opposite my own, so entered then the maid I had seen in the hall, bearing on a silver salver a bottle of rare old port wine and two tall glasses.
"This is one of your favourites, I believe," Davina murmured as the ruby liquid was poured.
The remark bowled me over, for it brought back now but one association, and that upon the sward with Mama. I blushed fiercely in fact and endeavoured to hide my countenance. That Davina had chanced to say such a thing could be nothing but a remarkable coincidence, I told myself, for wild horses would not then have dragged the secret from me, nor most certainly from Mama. Such things then were in the realm of the untold. Raising my head as the maid stole out as if on castors, I encountered the most beguiling smile from my hostess whose eyes bewitched me as no others have ever done and whose complexion seemed illumined in its very smoothness and purity.
"Drink and then remove your clothes," she said to me quietly. "If you do not, I shall make you."
"M ... M ... Madame?" I stuttered, unable to believe that I had heard her right.
"A soothing drink, but heavy, do you not think?" came her reply, in which I sensed some unheard laughter.
I sat indeed as one frozen, raising the glass now and then mechanically to my lips-it being to my mind impossible that she could have uttered what I thought I had heard. I knew not what to say nor scarce even how to compose myself.
"Do you always drink so slowly?" she asked, rising. Her own glass was empty. As if caught out in some social misdemeanour, I hastily swallowed what was left and stood up politely as I did so. Approaching me then slowly across the few yards that separated us, Davina stood but inches from me until I could almost feel the heavy rising and falling of her breasts, whose roundness and firmness her blouse ill concealed or, better put, made a bold display of.
I stammered some reply, feeling less like one emerging into manhood than a schoolboy under her gaze.
"Does your cock tingle yet, Harry?" I heard her ask. "For it shall be as naught to the pleasures I mean it to obtain. Show it to me-and your balls. I believe them to be of good fulness."
Saying this, she extended her right hand slowly forward, making such an imperious gesture with it just beneath my gaze that while I started nervously I yet shifted sufficiently to let her fingers pass under my crotch, where-feeling my balls through the cloth of my britches-she let them hang on her palm for a moment.
I stood then as rigid as my prick had already become, my tongue cloven to the roof of my mouth.
"Port makes the belly stir and inflames the senses, does it not, Harry?" she asked softly, drawing a gasp from my throat as, holding me still, she commenced unbuttoning my fly with her left hand. My stalk being already at full stance, she had no difficulty in withdrawing it, thrusting back the cambric of my shirt as she did so and leaving me thoroughly exposed. "Well, indeed, a young donkey we have here," she laughed softly.
I then became aware of a curious blurring of her right hand, which, relinquishing my balls, appeared to wave gently like a frond before my eyes. What possessed me then I knew not, for I seemed to be conscious and yet not. The room was perfectly clear to me and yet seemed unreal, though it had as much solidity as when I had entered it. That I was unable to move a muscle was obvious to me, and yet I felt curiously relaxed withal and cared not a jot for my strange condition.
Aware that Davina had stepped away from me, leaving my rigid cock quivering, I saw her clap her hands lightly, whereupon the door immediately opened and the maid I had seen in the hallway entered and approached us.
"A fair size, do you not think, Elise?" Davina asked her while the girl stood surveying my state.
"Excellent, Madame, yes," the girl answered without a blush while I, totally conscious of her presence, could but stand as I did.
"You would like it Elise?" Davina asked with a silvery laugh and then whispered something in the girl's ear which caused her to titter and nod.
Turning about, the girl then laid herself over the back of an armchair so that only the lower half of her body was visible to me. Then in my unmoving state-for it was as if I had no will to move nor the strength to do so-I watched Davina move to her and gravely draw up Elise's skirt until it was wreathed nearly about her waist.
Ah, what a vista then presented itself to me! Clad as she was in black stockings and neat black shoes, the maid's legs were a dream of slender elegance, rising up to the creamy columns of her thighs, which supported the splendid, naked orb of her bottom, its pale deep cleft betraying a slightly gingery hue.
Returning to me slowly and in stately fashion, Davina then took my stiff prick delicately between thumb and forefinger, saying, "Come!"
I could do no other, completely beneath her spell as I was and seemingly having relinquished all thoughts and desires save those she imposed upon me. My legs, however, tremored not a little as-hearing my approach-Elise lewdly parted her elegant legs and in so doing displayed beneath her pretty derriere the coy fig of her slit, which nested amid a froth of brown curls.
"You must be taught first to fuck, Harry. The entering of your prick must be slow and imposing. You will lodge it to the full and let her feel the throbbing thereof. Withdrawing slowly, you will then let the noble crest hover for a brief moment at the entrance to her cunny before you piston it within again. Each stroke should be measured and full, neither feeble and inquiring nor over-strong and battering. This is your first lesson, for you will have much to learn. I shall forgive you a little for such impetuousness as you may show during your first act of copulation, but none thereafter. I intend to count each stroke of your cock. You will come not until you hear the count of thirty-then you will lose your sperm, and be sure when you do so that your prick is full up her for I desire my females to be pleasured. Slowly, now!"
A guttural sob sounded from my throat as with these words Davina caused my swollen knob to slip upwards between the oily lips of Elise's little cavern. How delicately she squeezed upon it and yet impeded not its passage as inch by inch it eased within, while Davina-cupping my balls from behind by passing her hand under my buttocks-held me back from any impetuous thrusts. Screwing up my eyes with the exquisite sensations that made themselves known throughout my being, I felt myself in but a few seconds lodged firm within, as if inside a sheath of warm, oiled silk that yet possessed the most coaxing of muscles.
Relinquishing her warning grip upon my testicles, Davina then stepped back the while that Elise artfully squirmed the butterball of her luscious bottom against my belly. I felt my jaw sag with pleasure, though Davina apprised me afterwards that I kept my countenance well and had but a glow on my features.
"One!" I heard Davina declare and drew out my knob as she spoke, feeling as I did so the exquisite peach-like moisture and clinging of Elise's cunt until-as instructed-I hovered upon the brink of those pouting lips and literally snorted as I was permitted to effect reentry.
Each stroke was then a repetition of the first, every muscle and nerve of my body enjoying the sweetness of it and the gentle bouncing of those warm bottom cheeks to my belly, which caused me time and again almost to come. At twenty-eight and twenty-nine I had all but spent. Then-even in uttering the last command-Davina intruded between us. She bent her head and with one arm drew my mouth down upon her own, intruding her long wet tongue into my mouth while with her free hand she fumbled about the furry mound of Elise's pubis, for I could feel the movement there.
Immediately two sounds occurred-my own represented by moans of joyous bliss as at last I released my spermatic torrent into the hungry little maw which enclosed my cock and seemed to suck upon it, drawing forth jet after jet. As for Elise, she uttered a shrill little cry of "Oh, madame!" her legs trembling and then stiffening back against my own while her hot bottom ground into me demandingly, making me almost magically produce further long squirts.
I could hear too my own breath shuddering out and feel my knees weakening. A veritable mist passed before my eyes. My cock pulsed madly, ejecting little pellets of serm such as follow the first effusions. A rapturous warmth spread through me and a delicious itching and tingling invaded my cock until all was done, although I remained ensconced.
Gently then Davina disengaged us, first by drawing me back and then by giving Elise a playful little smack on her bottom, which caused her to laugh merrily and, rising, thrust her skirt down.
"He filled me-it trickles down my legs," she declared, though making no attempt to wipe herself and evidently enjoying the sensation by the way she screwed up her nose.
"As well he should at his age, and for many to come. He will need a fair amount of exercising," declared Davina, though she spoke thoughtfully as if to herself and watched my cock to see how soon it might grow pendant. That it remained upstanding, glistening with sperm and with the dew of Elise's offerings, fairly pleased her as I could see by her expression.
Swirling her skirt quite saucily, Elise then departed and closed the door so that I was again alone with Davina, who, first nodding to herself as if in recollection of something of which I knew nothing, again passed her hand across my eyes.
Without any sensation of startlement, I came to myself and felt but vaguely surprised that I was displaying my well-soaked cock to her. All seemed most natural to me and evidently so showed in my eyes, for with a slight smile she sat down and bade me quietly cover myself, which I did not without difficulty for my prick was springy and would not be subdued.
"Now we shall have more port and we shall talk, Harry. Do you know what happened to you?" she asked.
I cut off such foolish words as immediately crowded into my head, for I knew better than to say merely that I had fucked Elise. I had done so under a magical spell, being my own master within myself and yet not master of my fate.
"It is unfair to ask," Davina continued, giving me an understanding look, "therefore you must know, Harry, that I placed you under a magnetic spell, or as it is otherwise known, the power of mesmerism. Thereby I can make you do whatever I want, except that which you do not want. I could not make you injure someone were it not your desire to do so, and indeed would not attempt it, yet I can fulfill your desires and those of others, though such may lurk beneath the surface and otherwise never see the light of day."
Her gaze being so understanding upon me, I absorbed her words as best I could, though still a little befuddled. While she sat cross-legged and drinking, I ventured to ask where and how she had learned such powers. The question seemed for a moment to give her pause.
"Many have asked me this, Harry, but I have told no one. I divulge it to you only because despite the gap in our years I know us to be kindred spirits. Moreover, should I wish to, I can expunge the memory of what I shall tell you from your mind by mesmerising you again. Indeed, I could erase all the events of this day from your mind," Davina told me to my awed astonishment, though I believed her now utterly.
Our glasses emptied slowly as she spoke and I will next recount her tale exactly as she told it, without pause or interruption from myself. In truth there were none for I let all her words flow over me.
CHAPTER FIVE
I was some fifteen years old, Davina began, when my father journeyed to India. He would be gone two years, he said, and in the interim I missed him much, for I was never close to my mother however hard I tried to be. Of sisters and brothers I had several, but they do not enter into my story and hence I shall say nothing of them.
No letters passed between Papa and myself and about this I fretted muchly, for my mother frequently received missives from him, though they were never overlong and were purely of domestic and business matters. Ofttimes I would write letters myself to Papa and then tear them up, for they appeared childish to me, though I recognized this later as a sulkiness on my part. In all other respects I was advanced for my age. My breasts had blossomed quickly and were full, my bottom had a delightful roundness, my hips curved well and my waist was slender. I knew myself desired in the eyes of several and was proud thereof.
Upon Papa's return he appeared truly handsome and sunburned and I was at first much in awe of him. He appeared, however, quieter in his ways and not so rumbustious as I had sometimes known him when he had played with us in the garden. My mother said that absence had made him less fond, though I felt this not, for sometimes his eyes would alight on me in a strange way, causing me to tremble curiously.
One summer evening but a month after his return, Papa called me to his study. There I saw that he had introduced into it a couch covared with blue velvet and with several cushions arrayed upon it. I thought little of this, for he looked of such serious mien and paced about before bringing himself to speak to me. Enquiring as I did if he were well or whether something was troubling him, he cast upon me a most tender look.
"What I am about to tell you, Davina, is a secret that must never leave this room," he began, begging me to be seated on the divan where he rested himself beside me. I will not, however, bore you with his long discourse, Harry, save to say that he told me of his meeting with a fakir, as it is called, who upon joining in a friendship with him had divulged to him the secrets of such powers as I have just exercised on you. Papa was much entranced, as he told me, by the fact that the mesmeric power could not be used for evil, but only for pleasure. At that he gazed profoundly into my eyes and sighed.
Being as astounded as you yourself have been, I knew scarce what to ask, but at last found voice to enquire whether he had practiced the art himself upon anyone.
"Truly not, Davina, for I have found no one with whom I wished to indulge the consequences that may follow."
Not quite absorbing the meaning of his words, I said most lovingly that if this were the cause of his disquiet, he could practise on me if he wished and that I would tell no one of it-not even Mama.
At this his expression lit up, but then became solemn again. Taking my hand in his, he stroked my fingers tenderly and then bestowed a kiss on my cheek, saying that were he to do so I would be completely under his power and that he might then do with me as he wished. Feeling as I did a distinct tremor run through me, I lowered my gaze and said quietly that I felt certain that he could not do anything to me that I did not wish.
"Ah, if but that were true," he exclaimed, then to my amazement what was seemingly a blush spread beneath his tan. "Were I to mesmerise you, Davina, and then bid you remove your dress-for you could do no other than obey...."
I permitted him not to finish, trembling as I was within myself and feeling yet on the brink of a great adventure. My eyes went slowly to the door. I saw it as a great barrier which none would pass in the moments that might follow. My heart beat madly.
"You may mesmerise me, Papa," I murmured. "Shall you lock the door?"
He sprang up, needing no further bidding. What then followed, Harry, you may now well guess. Conscious of all I was doing and yet having no will nor desire to resist my fate, I removed my dress, my chemise, my drawers under his spell, and so stood before him naked to my shoes and stockings. At that Papa seated himself slowly upon the divan before which I stood, and so gazing up at me could see between my thighs, which dutifully I held apart, my legs straight.
"Forgive me," Papa murmured, "for you are so beautiful, my pet."
Drawing in my breath and unable to move, I felt his hand then cup my pussy warmly in his palm. Feeling neither shame nor embarrassment, I so stood, savouring the naughty, exquisite feeling.
"Part your legs a little wider, bend your knees a shade, and then rub yourself back and forth on my hand," Papa murmured. Gazing down at him, I saw him and yet not-knew that it was his hand and yet not. Unhesitatingly, while my naked breasts jiggled to his view, I worked the soft fur and the lips of my slit forward upon the heel of his palm and then back again, increasing the speed of the movement as my excitement grew.
"Is it nice, Davina?"
"Oh, yes, Papa," I choked. Raising his thumb, he caused it to caress my clitoris with each forward bumping of my hips, so that my head swirled and my knees trembled in delight. The thrilling, itching feeling of the contact of my cunt upon his hand was so enervating that I began to moan petulantly and work my bottom faster, while Papa increased the circling of his thumb. Then did I feel as if my belly were melting and a thousand tiny fires erupting within me. Simultaneously I experienced the mingling sensations of fire and ice within my cunny. My eyes half-closed, I swam as in a delightful pink mist. Deep quivers shook me, and then of a sudden I spurted my love juices on Papa's hand while with buckling knees and heavenly sighs I fell upon him.
Twisting me upon my hip, Papa caused me to lie full length upon my back on the divan. I lay shimmering with pleasure while he, placing himself beside me, whispered to me to protrude my tongue, which he then sucked into his mouth.
I clung to him and moaned, feeling his palm caressing my breasts, my nipples stinging into hard points against his hand. For a long moment our tongues worked lasciviously, for just as he, I now sought only the pleasure of it all. I was his entirely to command and would have done whatever he asked. Roaming his ardent lips over my nipples, he then sighed deeply and rose, bidding me dress myself. How well I recall, dear Harry, how my nubile body urged the continuance of our play though my mind could be naught but the slave to his wishes.
Perceiving as I did an enormous protrusion in his trousers, I restored my drawers, chemise, and dress and then stood waiting upon his further wishes. At that Papa brought me to my senses with a few passes of his hands and clasped me to him so that I could feel the palpitations of his prick through our clothing.
"Do you know what we have just done?" he asked. Clearly he nad not ordered me to forget and so I was able to answer yes, albeit with many blushes and while coyly hiding my face in his shirt. "Would you have obeyed me without my putting the mesmeric power upon you?" he then questioned me gently.
"I do not know, Papa," I answered truthfully, whereat he enfolded one arm about my shoulders and commenced with his free hand to caress my bottom, which felt exceeding warm and ardent to his touch through my light vestaments. Such a caress being otherwise unknown between us ere this, I yet permitted it to continue and made not to brush his hand away. Circling it gently around my protruding cheeks, he then felt under the buldge so that I was forced up onto my toes and clung to him tightly. Knowing that I did not want him to stop, I yet blushed deeply.
"Does that please you? Is it nice, Davina?"
Unable to speak I nodded blindly. His hand now cupped me firmly and commandingly so that I remained strained up on my toes. Pressing the folds of my skirt up between my legs, he was so enabled to feel again the lips of my quim through the fine material. So much did I tremble that his hand increased its hold.
"So I shall caress you henceforth, Davina. Will you let me?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Feeling within your drawers if I wish?"
"Yes."
My voice was but a whisper and yet it so enthralled him as in a most curious and assenting way it did myself that he raised then my chin and brought our mouths together in a kiss of wild passion. Our tongues twirled and fought like rapiers, and inch by inch I felt him drawing up my skirt until once more I was bared to the hips. Feeling his fingers at the ties of my drawers, I wriggled a lewd assent and let them cascade to my ankles. A sigh escaped me, our lips locked and unlocked. Tucked tightly up as it was, my dress fell not but remained in a rolled loop about my hips as Papa then released me and stepped back. My arms reached for him but he evaded them.
"Stand so, Davina, for I would know your mettle now," he said quietly.
The very air about me seemed to waver. I swayed, watching him unfasten one by one the buttons of his trousers until, having raised his shirt, there was displayed to my eyes the enormous shaft of his manhood, the knob swollen with lust for me. Beneath it his balls emerged, fat, hairy, and round. My eyes grew glazed at the sight, standing as I was before him with my white belly, gartered thighs, and slit all shown to him anew.
Moving back toward me, he placed his hands firmly upon my shoulders, and with an infinite thrill I felt the crest of his prick quiver and tap against my mount.
"Kneel, Davina, for I would have it that you henceforth obey, and are obeyed," Papa uttered in a strange voice.
Knowing not the import of his words but only that all manner of wild desires had been awakened in me. I obeyed, sinking to my knees so that my eyes confronted the long, thick, and veined shaft which stretched up proud.
"First place your hand beneath my balls and then lick the knob by encircling it with your tongue, Davina."
Snake-like and unhesitant, my tongue flickered out, tasting the meaty saltiness of his cock the while that my eager saliva all but drolled upon the knob. Then was the back of my head taken, and while I continued to weigh his heavy testicles in my warm palm, Papa's own hand urged down the springy stiffness of his member and so passed the nut of it between my lips.
"Suck, Davina, while I work it in your mouth. You must have first taste of it there before you take it between your thighs. You must know the richness, the pulsing, and the leaping of male sperm, for then 'twill render you more eager to be mounted," I heard while the thick rod of swollen flesh commenced easing itself back and forwards over my tongue.
The wicked engagement of my mouth to Papa's prick all but choked me at first, yet growing accustomed to it shortly I commenced sucking deeply, drawing many a groan of pleasure from him while his breathing came ever faster.
"Ah, my love, you shall suck out every drop-what a delicious mouth you have for this, so rose-like and soft and yet so tight. What divine thrills you accord me-what a superb fuck you are going to be."
Such torrents of lewd words tumbling about me only served to excite me more and whetted my appetite to taste the sperm of which he spoke. Though I knew my wantonness extreme, yet I could not help myself-no longer under his mesmeric spell but rather a spell of my own. That my first taste of cock should be Papa's seemed to me infinitely exciting rather than otherwise and the security of the locked door gave me a boldness I would not otherwise have possessed. Caressing his pendant balls gently, I licked and sucked together and was, as you may imagine, rewarded in a moment more by the throbbing effusion of his come, which bubbled and jetted in my mouth and down my throat in a fine torrent, allowing me to taste all its subtle, salty flavours and the rich and heady aroma it brought to my nostrils. Groaning exceedingly, Papa expended every drop, right to the last small pearls which I licked away delicately from his knob with the tip of my tongue. Creamed as my mouth was, Papa laughed gaily as he drew me half swooning to my feet, wiping my lips with his kerchief.
"How wanton you are beneath your coy exterior," he murmured. Hiding my burning cheek against his chest, I knew it to be true as if by a revelation that had just come upon. Thus was my first encounter with the male organ, strange and bizarre as it was.
Laying me next upon the divan with my drawers stripped completely off, Papa brought me to widen my legs and draw my knees well up-a position of such immodesty that I still distantly thought it improper to do before him, since the posture exposed half of my bottom and the whole of my slit, whose lips had become quite mucous with desire and indeed a little puffy.
"You lie now, Davina, in a position of offering," Papa said softly. Seating himself beside me and gazing with full love into my eyes, he began twiddling my clitty with his forefinger, causing me to jerk my bottom sweetly. "All such words of mine you are to remember, for you will use them yourself upon others whom I mean you to bring under your spell." Then, smiling, he inserted his digit, making me writhe. "Do you want my cock in there?" he whispered.
"Yes, yes, yes-oh, yes, Papa," I choked. Moving his free hand beneath the globe of my bottom, he then caressed the rosette of my bottomhole while I arched my back in delight.
"Do you, you know what it is called, my pet? It is called fucking, and many are the cocks that will entertain your hot little quim, I have no doubt of it. You will hold your legs well apart. I shall be in you to my balls. Papa is going to fuck you, Davina, at last."
My eyes gave assent for I could not speak, so ardent were my desires, so much did I wish to feel him lodged within.
Kneeling then between my bent knees, he lowered his trousers fully and, bending over me, took my chin, forcing my gaze into his. Somewhere beneath us in the house moved my sisters, Mama, and the servants, yet nothing now was of any account save this moment. Save for our whisperings, a perfect silence seemed to surround us, as if it had gathered in a shielding cloud. Half closing my eyes, I heard my breath coming softly as the first heady contact of Papa's prick came to my cunny. My bottom gave an impetuous little jerk, and yet I heard him laugh as if tauntingly, the rubicund knob merely brushing my oily lips.
"You shall not allow men to mount you so easily, Davina-do you hear?"
My hands clutched fervently at his arms. "No, Papa-yes, Papa."
I knew not what I was at nor what I said, though as if in some exotic dream, absorbed every word he said. The lewdnesses that passed between us while still he so excitingly delayed the entrance of his cock both maddened and delighted me. I learned them all, as well as he intended, and therewith much instruction upon my future behaviour, for he was to teach me-he said-the selfsame arts that he possessed.
All passed as in a dream while ever my warm bottom rolled on his supping palms, silently beseeching his cock, which hovered ever at my lips and caused them to become ever moister with anticipation. Coached in all erotic responses, while yet being tutored to hold myself back, I at last experienced the delirious invasion of his prick deep up within my cunt, and locked together in a first violent trembling, we could no naught but clasp together in delight.
"F ... f ... fuck me, Papa," I murmured hotly at his bidding. All care and modesty was cast aside. Feeling at last the slapping of his balls beneath my bottom, I exhorted him to go faster, to fill me with his sperm, to ride me as my stallion-to all of which he responded in equal vein, praising all my charms as he rode me while the divan shuddered beneath us.
At his coming and my own, which so bespattered his cock and balls, I wound my stockinged legs tightly over his buttocks, my tongue full within his mouth while the heavenly jets of his sperm cannonaded within me and trickled back down his prick. Our gasps resounding, we jerked our loins in a veritable frenzy while I expended my liquid treasures again and again until all beneath us was soaked in the ardour of our coupling.
Weak and yet so deeply satisfied at last, we lay still, only our bellies moving tenderly. At last we disengaged, and rising, I felt the warm tricklings of our combined spendings running down my thighs. I had entered Papa's study a maiden and would emerge now a woman. My pride was high. I knew no shame of it but only the pleasure and the sensuous delights, which between us we vowed to renew whenever possible. Secretly then I took on the mesmeric powers and commenced practising them. Of such adventures in my youth I will one day tell you more for from all I learned much, Davina concluded while I sat in as much of a dream as she had evidently first known herself.
"Had it been other than your Papa, would you still have enjoyed it so?" I asked curiously, finding my nerve again.
"As to that, I have often wondered, Harry. There was much devilment in it, and there was the salt of it. Such intimacies, though frowned upon by the very society which ofttimes practises them in secret sacrifices to Venus, are quite delicious and must not be foregone. You yourself will taste them, I have no doubt," Davina smiled, causing me to blush to my ears.
"Oh, of that I had never thought," I stammered, though she could see well enough that I concealed my gaze in so speaking.
"Really have you not? Your sister Harriet is extremely engaging, as might I add is your Mama," Davina said, to my total astonishment. Then she added, "Come, have you not had a little feeling for it, some wicked tingling in your cock?"
To no one else would I have confessed such, and yet now I did to her. Whether it was the entire occasion, the surfeit of port wine or the fact that she had unburdened herself to me, I found words tumbling from me ere I intended to speak.
In a few moments I had told her all.
CHAPTER SIX
True to her philosophy-of which I then knew comparatively little-Davina listened to my occasionally halting account without comment. Occasionally she would nod and smile, drawing out such details as I would not have thought to speak. When I had concluded she came to sit beside me, passing her hand lightly over my prick, which had not wilted the entire time and stood ready to burst.
"Such an engine of love as you possess, Harry, must not go unrewarded. It is powerful and thick and will grow a little more yet. Watching your Mama pee could not have but proved exciting for you, as for her did the sight of your erection. Why else did she milk you?" Davina asked quaintly.
"To ... to punish me, I felt," I shuttered.
"Oh, what a nonsense!" came her laughing reply. "It was to feel the throbbing of it in her hand and-yes-to subdue you. With that I agree. I am infused with admiration for what she did, combining passion with discipline, which is my own favorite sport and one whereby I have taught many. You have seen my two girls, Elise and Monique? Their early arts were learned in France, both having been well spanked in their earlier years to tone them up, as I like to express it. They learned early the ardours of the slapping hand on their chubby bottoms-a practise which armed them well and prepared them first for the probing of the cock between their hot cheeks."
"Can then punishment be combined with passion? Surely the very stinging causes the ardour to wilt," I said with some rather comical attempt to show that I had at least thought about it.
"Most certainly it can, Harry, for it is not so much punishment as a sweet caressing of the bottom where in lie filaments and nerves which become aroused and excited to a point where fulfilment must obtain. Think you not that Gwen perhaps has been birched, though your sisters have not, I believe."
Her apparent knowledge of such matter's astounded me, but I thought better than to question it or remark upon it, saying that I believed it possible with Gwen for I had thought her a little sly when I had talked about bottom-fucking.
"What fun to know!", Davina laughed, rubbing my cock gently. "Shall we find out, Harry? I know the family a little, you see, and could well invite them here."
"Invite?...." I echoed, and no doubt my jaw sagged.
"You do not believe what I have been telling you, or have forgotten what I demonstrated upon you, Harry? Come the day after tomorrow at eight. We shall dine in concert with Gwen and her family and then I trow we shall have a little fun. Meanwhile, I wish you not to attempt Emily nor even your Mama-for the mood may so take you. I have certain thoughts about that which I wish to follow. Now put away this naughty big thing of yours, for your return home is surely timely. Will you not be missed?"
Doefully enough I agreed that I would. Fain would I have kissed and caressed her, but her eyes forbade it. I therefore buttoned myself up-not without a certain sulkiness-Davina remarking with a smile that I must keep it in fine fettle for Gwen...."and perhaps others," she added mysteriously. So, befuddled and enchanted all at once, I took my leave of her, wondering as I did how I would manage to absent myself from home on the evening in question.
"Oh, I will see to that," Davina declared grandly and stayed not to see me off, my horse being brought to me my Monique, who did not curtsy but merely smiled and walked away. I saddled myself and spurred off at a canter, feeling shivery and strange but at the same time overwhelmed with all that had passed and the secrets that had flowed so freely between us.
Upon my declaring, in fact, my future absence-news which I withheld until the following day so that Davina might somehow work her mysterious powers-little was said that Mama remarked that she hoped I would not be too late, but that Jevins, the footman, would stay up to let me in. While Mama thus spoke, I gazed ardently at her deep cleavage, which the cut of her gown that day revealed. Her breasts ballooning into her corsage, the valley between was deep, milky in hue, and devilishly attractive-as perhaps she saw by my glance, for she actually flushed a little before turning away. Had it not been for Davina's warning-I swore to myself, perhaps without too much belief-I would have followed her and attempted to embrace her.
All too slowly of course the long hours passed, until I was able to present myself at last at Lavender House where Gwen and her family had arrived but a few minutes before. There seemed to be an air of wonderment upon them, which, was soon however dispersed by Davina's rare port. Gwen herself looked radiant and cast me many a coy glance. Of her two sisters only the elder accompanied her, being named Louella. Not unlike Harriet in aspect, she had the same reserved look and the same fine haunches. Their Mama was not to my taste at all, being a much less attractive and rather silly, talkative woman, whom I thought Davina managed splendidly. As to the Pater Familias, he was a rather brooding man, spare rather than otherwise, whose eyes roamed not a little indiscreetly over the shapely form of our hostess.
Davina had dressed all in black, which sombre tone was relieved only by a circlet of broad silver at her throat. The hem of her gown was lacy and full, and I wondered mischievously whether it was so intended in order that it could be drawn up easily and her superb bottom displayed. Such ideas, however, seemed impossible and grew more so as the sumptuous meal wore on, the conversation being mainly led by our hostess. Indeed, I began stupidly to think the whole thing a fraud, until at the final course and after partaking of fine liqueurs, the gathering rose.
"Permit me to show you some of my ornaments," declared Davina to Gwen's Mama.
"Yes, how pleasant," came the reply, whereat the females wandered off, leaving the Pater Familias and I to light a cigar each and exchange many dull remarks, which irked me so much that I hoped Davina would not be long. Timing it well, however, she reappeared in the dining room and intimated to me by a slight inclination of her head that all was well. I then upon such a hint excused myself for a moment, which left Sir John-Gwen's father-alone with her.
Passing through the drawing room quickly, I noticed that Gwen, Louella, and their mother were all sitting and conversing quite naturally, which brought the thought upon me again that nothing was to happen. Relieving myself quickly, I returned to be met in the drawing room by Davina, who remarked loudly enough for all to hear that I need not have buttoned myself up again. Her words could not indeed have failed to reach the ears of all who sat about her, including now Sir John, and yet none stirred nor stared.
"All is well," Davina said to me calmly. Then walking first over to Gwen, she raised her from her chair and asked pleasantly enough, "I am going to give you a little birching, darling, am I not?"
"Yes," Gwen replied demurely while I stood rigid, in all senses with surprise.
"What a good girl you are, really. Prepare yourself as you usually do while I fetch the birch," Davina said in such a normal conversational tone that, surrounded as were were by the other members of the family, all seemed totally bizarre.
While Davina then momentarily disappeared, Gwen commenced rapidly to unbutton her dress, which, falling open at the top, she then eased down from her shoulders so that the two halves fell to her waist, leaving her proud bubbies impressing their form through her white chemise. Then, turning about from the gaze of the others as if to conceal what must not be shown, Gwen gathered up her skirt, loosed her drawers, and letting them fall, bent immediately over the nearest table.
Was all as I really saw? Was I in a dream? Sir John gazed at the saucy vista his younger daughter presented while continuing to draw on his cigar. Truly, Gwen looked most enticing, for her stockings were gleaming new and clasped tightly halfway up her thighs by frilled garters. Resting her elbows on the polished surface of the table and with her back dipped, she was presenting the cleft orb of her bottom in the most lewd manner with, beneath, a pretty peeping of her pussy, which none could fail to see.
As for Gwen's Mama and Louella, they were conversing as though nothing whatever had happened to disturb the normal decorum of a drawing room.
Returning now, Davina bore a small and well-soaked birch in her hand, the which she tickled a little around Gwen's bottom causing her to stir her hips langourously and utter a foolish little giggle, retracting her chubby posterior coyly at the sweeping touch. Deceptive as was Davina's pose, it altered quickly as she brought the languid-looking twigs full across Gwen's pert cheeks, making her buck and gasp.
"Is it so, Gwen," Davina asked, "when you are birched-always with your bottom bare?"
"Oh, yes," came the reply from Gwen. Her hips moved around all the more now and had caused a notable protrusion in Sir John's trousers, which he bothered not to conceal, having literally a grandstand view since he was truly at her rear and slightly to one side.
"And are you well attended to after your birchings, Gwen?" asked Davina, who accompanied her words by such artful maneuverings of her arm and a flicking of her wrist that seemingly in one sweeping gesture Gwen received the birch first one way and then the other, producing squeals from her and leaving a pretty pink blur over her otherwise pure white derriere.
"Whooo-hoooo!" blubbered Gwen, who was just absorbing the stings.
"Answer, girl! Do you not spread your legs well?"
"Ah-ha-hoooo! Oh, yes!" came the response from Gwen, evidently answering both questions with that affirmative. Literally rolling her hips, she appeared to be endeavouring to shake off the burning occasioned by the twigs, much as a dog shakes off water, Her pretty face was quite screwed up, I saw, though much of it was hid in her arms. Her knees bent slightly, straightened and bent again-all unconscious, though by such wanton movements she was stiffening her father's cock more, as well as my own. With each such wriggling movement her pussy-lips pursed prettily together. Expecting Sir John to shift about a bit, he yet appeared motionless, as I now realized did Gwen's Mama and sister, despite their idle chatter. Their fate lay entirely in Davina's hands.
"Are you fingered and kissed after your birchings, Gwen?" Davina pursued. Receiving the naughty girl's assent to both questions, she turned-a trifle to my disappointment-to Louella, whom she bid to rise and come forward.
Louella did so stiffly and stood with her arms at her sidesr whereat Davina smiled at me and bid me to prepare myself for I would soon, as she said, be at them. No news being more delightful to hear, I cast off my jacket, boots, socks, and trousers and stood at the alert with my cock waggling. Gwen did not of course move, for she had not been ordered to, though she received a sharp smack on her bottom from Davina to keep her on her toes.
"Now, my dear, we shall see in more ways than one what you are made of and how ready you are beneath this prim exterior to receive the salute of the cock between your thighs," Davina said to Louella, who naturally blinked not an eyelash at this statement which in all ordinary circumstances would have put her into a fit of the vapours.
I will dwell not upon Louella's disrobing save to say that it was done with a slow grace under Davina's commands until Louella stood statuesque and most stunningly attractive in but her silk stockings and bootees. Her mount was plump and lay in a delicious thicket of curls from which the lips peeped coyly. Her breasts reared high and presented their nipples of a pink brown shade upon the two small hillocks of snow. As to her bottom, it was a veritable outcurving of rapture, which was displayed freely by Davina causing her to turn slowly round so that I might see to the full the bounteous cheeks and the deep crevice between.
"Have you not been spermed yet, Louella?" asked Davina, fingering the girl's slit as she spoke and so making her hips give little insinuating jerks.
"But once, by my tutor. Mama discovered us. She was full in a rage," Louella replied.
"Are you not birched still? You have a magnificent bottom for it, has she not, Sir John? Come, Louella, move backwards to him that he might at least twitch his nostrils between your arrogant cheeks. There, you silly girl, push it at him while I tickle your cunny. Does it not feel nice?"
"Oh yes!" came the response from Louella, whose face was all of a flush, her derriere all but squashed against her father's face while the ever faster movement of Davina's forefinger caused her to wriggle uncontrollably.
Though only an enchanted spectator, not a participant, I could no longer control myself and sought perhaps to give myself a little authority even in Davina's eyes.
"Come, let me have at her-put her upon the floor," I declared all too brusquely, for my cock was strumming up to the ceiling, though for my interjection I received at first but a cool look from Davina who for the moment held her tableau exactly as she wished it. However, some look of pleading in my eyes must have made her relent, for she laughed and shrugged, saying that she had not even begun the proper birchings yet but that it could wait to another time. At this she ordered Sir John and his wife to turn about and to attend closely to what was to happen, while Louella herself was positioned upon an intervening rug with her fine, long legs spread and a quiet dreamy look on her face.
"She is about to come-I have teased her to distraction," murmured Davina as I lowered myself upon the luscious girl and inserted the knob of my cock in her furry nest, bringing a pleased moan from her lips.
"The poor thing has been starved of it, but do not forget all I have taught you," Davina laughed and gave my buttocks a little kick so that the full length of my straining prick slid straight up between Louella's love-lips and couched itself within her velvet maw. I expected Davina fully then to begin counting, but to my relief she did not. Even so I measured my long thrusts, smacking my balls up under Louella's bottom with every thrust.
I could not hold out long and knew it. The titillations that had preceded this splendiferous fuck had been too much. My pace quickened. Louella's breath came all the faster, and my pole was quickly greased by her spurtings while I, sucking upon her pointed nipples, heaved my loins rapturously, while all about me remained strangely immobile and so would remain, I thought-until through the mists of pleasure, with Louella's bottom bumping passionately upon the rug, a small shriek came from Gwen.
Davina had of purpose awakened her from her trance and spun her about to look. Whatever passed through Gwen's mind in those first seconds, I cannot conceive, standing as she was with her drawers down and her dress up and finding herself so presented to us all the while that Louella's legs had begun to wrap themselves tightly about my buttocks, urging me on.
"Be quiet you silly girl, for you will get as good, or else a proper birching," Davina snapped and pushed her sharply down on to the lap of Sir John, who received her with something of a surprised squawk since her bared bottom immediately encountered the erect prong of his cock, albeit that it remained concealed.
"Ma ... Ma ... Mama!" howled Gwen in quite the silliest fashion. Davina, holding her down by the shoulders, ensured that she did not rise and hence was forced to twist about on that which she found prodding up beneath her. Remarkable as I thought this-not to say exceedingly daring on Davina's part-Gwen was then immediately put into a trance again and so remained in every sense transfixed while Sir John's prick no doubt yearned to split the frail barrier of cloth between them.
As for myself, I was already nearing the end of my course. Louella panted deeply, receiving my tongue in her mouth with thrusts of her own. It was ever a good way of discovering how useful a girl was as a mount, as Davina afterwards conveyed to me. In that moment I doubted it not and with a final heave expended the long thick strings of my sperm within her clenching grotto while she quivered to ecstasy herself and then lay as if in a faint.
Withdrawing my glistening cock slowly after many long quivers of divine satisfaction, I grew at first afeared, seeing her lax and pale state, but was quickly assured by Davina that this was not unusual for a young female who had not, as she put it, been put to stud of late. In a trice, while I repaired myself, Davina had Louella on her feet and-dressed once more-seated as she originally had been next to her Mama whose total unconcern was shown by the placid look on her features, though I could have sworn that she had gazed down intensely upon us during our fervent bout.
"Now, my pet, we will have our final little bit of fun," Davina said, seeing me made decent again, though I would have as soon tried Gwen in a few moments more. Davina then bent over each of the four one by one and whispered something in their ears. Then, taking my hand, she drew me from the drawing room with a most mischievous smile on her face.
"What is to happen?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot.
"They will come to consciousness in but a moment, Harry," she replied.
Peeping back through the door, I was thoroughly confounded to see that Gwen had been left sitting on her father's lap in exactly the position that Davina had first placed her. Then, placing her hand on my arm, Davina added suddenly, "Oh, wait, I must add a last touch to this!"
Quite running back into the room, she bade Gwen stand, uncovered Sir John's rampant tool and then sat the girl back on it again, while I could only marvel at her daring. No sooner had she reached me behind the shelter of the door than the seeming waxwork figures within commenced to move. At that, Davina gave me a nudge and declared loudly, "Oh, Harry, how remiss we have been to let my guests remain alone for so long. I must see what they are at."
With that, of course, all were fully awoken and the most unearthly shriek came from Gwen's mother, who now perceived the wanton state of her offspring, whose dress was piled up to her hips and her drawers most naughtily at her ankles. Gwen, of course, did not remain unconscious of her state for more than a second.
"Oh, Mama!" she cried, immediately tripping over her drawers and falling upon the carpet in such a flurry that her raised and parted legs betrayed all of her secrets. Therewith, too, was the alarmed Sir John exposed in all his horny state, one that Louella-placing her hands to her eyes-could not have possibly missed.
"I shall die of this! What shame, what shame!" shrieked the Mama, while both Gwen and Sir John made the most frantic efforts to cover themselves-a process which took much longer for Gwen than her Papa, I might say, and showed her naked bottom off well while she did it.
Louella and her Mama then both shrieked again together and fell back, having no other way it seemed to cover their confusion and both pretending to faint.
"Mama! I do not know what happened!" bemoaned Gwen, who indeed did not, save for the brief moments of conscious return that Davina had permitted her.
"Ah, the bad man, the bad man!" cried her Mama, making I thought a remarkable recovery, while Sir John stood up with totally bemused and rubicund features, offering more boldly than I am sure he intended, to the size and shape of his cock, which was fiercely impressed through his trousers. Louella appeared to remain in her faint, though I distinctly saw that her eyes opened once or twice, darted all around, and then closed again.
"My dears, my dears, what is to do?" asked Davina, making her dramatic apperance. "Is the wine then spilled?" she went on in all pretended innocence, while Gwen, endeavouring to throw herself down into her mother's arms, was somewhat peremptorily rejected by the lady, who rose and endeavoured to regain some composure.
"It is a family matter," she replied stiffly, adding sharply, "Louella, get up, for you are not of a faint at all. Go to the carriage with your sister. John, I wish to speak to you."
"Ah," said Sir John, who otherwise seemed as petrified as I had felt in the presence of Davina on first acquaintance.
"Is there nothing I can do?" flustered Davina, whose talents as an actress seemed quite remarkable. Having affected to see nothing at all, she thus mollified all muchly, though the general confusion was so great that no one among the blushing four knew what they said nor perhaps how they managed to escape at last to their waiting carriage, which Davina waved off with sweet aplomb.
"I say, what a to-do," I chuckled to her, "but pray, why did you awaken Gwen as you did?"
"The whim of a moment, Harry-something I am subject to, as you will discover. The scene will have impressed itself sharply on her mind, such as I allowed her to see. She will have seen her Mama watching your amourous bout with seeming pleasure, and she has sat knowingly meanwhile on the cock of her Papa. I suspect that it has been presented to her ere this after her birchings."
"Something which you did not ask her," I interrupted rather moodily.
"Of course not. Is it not intruiguing to have a little mystery or two? Ah, do not fret, my sweet, for you shall have it up her bottom-hole on the next occasion. There are other matters we must attend to now, Harry-such as your further education!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Unknowingly I was now about to learn the full extent of Davina's "mischiefs," as she was pleased to call them. Fully expecting that I might now take a turn to satisfy her after the lubricious scenes that had been witnessed, I was of course disappointed.
"Now, my dear, I mean to satisfy you in due course, but I want your cock to do a little more work first," she murmured, having allowed me to bestow a yearning kiss upon her lips.
"How, then, for you have but to command me," I declared, feeling all about her glorious bottom and hips, which were yet shielded by her dress, which she would not allow me to raise an inch.
"That I can easily do, Harry, by virtue of my mesmeric powers, yet would it not be far more fun if you were to obey me in every respect without them? Do not speak, for you are yet hesitant, despite all your apparent boldness. You fear to cast yourself completely at my mercy. I can see it in your eyes. Do you think I shall do terrible things to you? Nay, Harry, I shall do lovely things to you such as shall make your senses swirl. I am a willful woman, my dear, and intend to have things my way. You have not yet seen me in a hard mood, though I doubt not that you will. No, do not touch me!" she interjected sharply as I dared to insinuate my hand under her bottom further. Moving away, she sat and cupped her face in her hands, gazing at me almost morosely.
"What I told you, Harry, about my own initiation was not said to excite your senses. It was but the beginning of the story. Papa's passion for me was real-so real, indeed, that he determined that I should never go under to man or woman in my life. My training therefore was ofttimes hard. In order to succeed I was required to pass through fire and subjected to all that I would myself later impose on others. I am as steel within, though as velvet without.
"Those who submit to me may eventually become conquerors of others themselves. Such a game as you have witnessed and participated within this evening was but a diversion to entertain you, and that is precisely why I did not carry it further. But really, such people are of no account, though there may be some unsuspected mettle in Louella that is worth bringing out. As there is in Harriet," Davina added slyly.
"You have met my sister?" I enquired with some astonishment.
"Let us but say that she is aware of my presence, as your mama is. The two are of quite different stuff, though you know it not. In secret your dear mama is a voluptuary, and I hold that not against her. Such attractive women are useful for they bring others to the fold, though they may not suspect that they do. Harriet is a little more like myself, though she needs to be turned."
"Turned?" I inquired.
"Yes, to such as shall be her fate, for otherwise she will sink into some dull domesticity. The process, should I decide it to occur, will be similar to that through which I passed. She will be put to the males and to the tigresses among my females-of whom Selina is one," Davina said slyly, never ceasing to amaze me with such remarks. "What do you know of her, Harry?"
Her gaze upon me was such that I felt myself trembling, wondering whether I would fall now under her mesmeric spell. In this thought my naivete told. Davina had no longer any need to use such a device on me. Raising one hand as she did now so quickly, I started back, making her laugh.
"How weak you are in some respects, though thinking yourself so virile," she all but jeered. "Come-kneel before me-look-you may look at me!"
Thus saying, as I fell to my knees, Davina sat back, drawing her feet up so that the heels of her shoes dug into the edge of the divan, and raised her skirt. Then at last I saw the full glory of her sweetly curving legs, her full-fleshed thighs banded by the sheerest of black silk stockings which made such an erotic contrast against the dazzling white of her skin. Parted, her thighs betrayed that she wore no drawers, and there I knelt, my gaze transfixed upon the two perfectly formed lips that formed the entrance to her grotto. The hairs about them were thickly clustered, luxuriant and crisp. Beneath, the chasm that divided her arrogant bottom cheeks offered as yet but little of its secrets to my view.
"Lick!" she commanded, "lick, good doggy, and tell me the secrets of Selina."
Ah, what a subtle mixture of perfumes engaged my nostrils as I burrowed in! Indescribable as they finally are, there merged muskiness, scent, and a vague but heady tanginess to form that odor di feminina, which comprises the most powerful cock-stiffener I know. Gurgling my pleasure as her fleshy, silk-smooth thighs engaged the sides of my head and pressed against my ears, I licked as delicately as I could around and between the rolled lips of her shell, which made her bottom cheeks urge back and forth in so sensuous a manner that most foolishly I thought I had engaged her lust. In another moment, however, her knees banged against my ears, making me yelp.
"Tell!" she spat, and I, knowing that she already somehow knew the secrets of what had passed in Mama's bedroom, spluttered out all, while furtively licking her delicious salty-musky taste from my lips.
At each sentence she nodded, bidding me not to leave out a single detail. Then, giving my shoulder such a push as made me rock back on my heels, she stood up, fastidiously smoothing down her skirt. Half impatiently, half tenderly, she told me to rise, saying that Selina was quite a pet of hers and that I should best know it.
"What your dear Mama and Papa did not know was that the party was here," Davina informed me. "I must tell you, Harry, that Selina has near the most perfect form ever offered up to a cock-or to the luring tongue of a woman. I caused her to be whipped first, for she was petulant and in a mood of refusal. Elise and Mo-nique held her over the selfsame table where I briefly applied the birth to Gwen. In Selina's case, her ardent bottom met the hissing of the thongs of a little whip that I keep for such occasions. Defiant still as she was-and how beautiful she can look as a tigress!-I gave her first to several attractive women I had mesmerised, and then to the men."
"To her brother also-was that true?" I asked, my tone humbler and more accommodating than before. A husky laugh came to me.
"Selina is of warm-blooded stock and is well accustomed to receiving the pestle there. Her bum-cheeks are superbly elastic, closing upon the doughtiest of cocks. I have known her since her true beginnings, you see, Harry, when she was but fifteen, her beautiful eyes liquid and loving, her breasts then already well developed, and her cunny and bottom-hole ready to receive their injections, though she knew it not or, if she did, concealed the fact from all save myself.
"I gave her first to Papa. She was one of my gifts to him for his tutelage. She knew not who he was, for, having spanked her first, I then blindfolded her and carried her sobbing into him. The little wildcat, how she fought, and would have scratched had I not held her while he entered his cock into her furrow and then began to work her slowly. Within seconds all resistance ceased and she was as a dove beneath him, ardent for the powerful throbbings of his sperm that I had promised her. Pulpy as her cunny was with his spendings, she then melted under my own kisses and caresses. Between us we stripped her to her stockings. A divine little figure she had! Papa lusted for her bottom, but I denied him it, though tickling her there with a feather when he mounted her again, pumping her as profusely as the first time. Coming as she also did, even at that age, her thighs literally shimmered with their combined comings.
"Frequently since then, Harry, I have smacked or whipped her bottom, promising what she would get if she did not become completely subservient to me. She listened not-ever mercurial as she is. Thus did I put her to her brother, Torrio, whose name fits him well for he is furnished like a bull and did superb service in her bottom. He has long lusted to, though being under my command had never before obtained that privilege. Your Mama and Papa-believing to have seduced her-were in fact seduced themselves. I have placed such thoughts in their minds as they will ne'er forget. In respect of your darling mama, it shall be to your good, Harry," Davina said solemnly.
There were so many questions to be asked then that I knew not where to begin. Finally I asked, "Am I then, too, like Torrio, under your command?"
"Do you now think otherwise?" she laughed. I shook my head. My defeat was complete and yet within it I knew my victories already to be entire. Such in fact was Davina's own philosophy. "I lead you to the very edge of the precipice, which you might otherwise never approach. All that I ask is that you kiss me before you jump," she would often say.
"Let me not patronise you, Harry, for there are times when I shall permit you to mount me and will be utterly submissive ... perhaps," Davina said with a twinkle. "But now we must prepare you for bed."
At this I jumped and hastily consulted my watch, becoming aware-as I said-that I must depart at any moment. This remark, however, Davina completely ignored and clapped her hands. The door opened then to admit both Elise and Monique, who were clad in flowing white robes of a semitransparent material such as Greek maidens might wear. Their naked, sinuous forms showed themselves to me clearly where the light struck through, at one moment illumining their hips and bottoms and at the next the pale pinky orbs of their breasts.
"He will be bathed now," Davina said simply to them.
At that I made to step back, unaware that Monique had moved behind me and was about to prevent such escape as I but halfheartedly attempted to make. Gripping the hair at the back of my head, she yanked upon me, making me yelp like a schoolboy, my knees bending so that I never felt so foolishly helpless.
"Enough! He will do as I say," Davina laughed. "Take him upstairs."
All protestations that I was due to return home would, I knew, be useless-and in any event Davina knew roughly the hour at which I had planned to depart. Sharp nails dug into my buttocks through my trousers as I turned, and those, I realized, belonged to Elise. Biting back a cry and feeling thoroughly humiliated by two girls with whom I would not in any event possibly fight, I allowed myself to be bundled upstairs and to a bathroom where water already steamed lazily.
What followed would have been to many-nay, almost all the male population of the civilised world-a dream come true. First stripping me, the divine pair then doffed their filmy garments so that, as they said, they would not get wet. Naked, they appeared as twins, neither conceding to the other anything in terms of sinuous curves, their pubic mounds fluffy and dark and trimmed to neat triangles.
In all other circumstances I would have set immediately to fondling them with a view to fucking both, though something in me warned that if I tried, the pair of them would in some way make a fool of me. Thus I allowed myself to be nudged into the bath, there to be bathed like a veritable emperor with the crest of my aroused penis bobbing up out of the water-this much amusing the girls, who set to tickling it occasionally, though saying nothing.
The water had been perfumed, the aroma clinging to my body as I was made to dry myself, Elise and Monique saying with pretended coyness that they could not handle me so with my cock up like a ramrod. Only Monique nearly weakened for a moment and said in French to her sister-as I believed Elise was-that she would love to have a taste of it.
"Oh, no, Madame would whip you, and me too," replied Elise warningly, which was just as well for them since Davina then entered the bathroom and gazed with approval upon my stiff condition.
"Take his clothes, Elise, and bring a nightdress," she commanded-I believing this to be a slip of the tongue for "nightgown," in which I was much mistaken, for while I continued to stand half arrogant with my erection and yet half forlorn, the maid returned bearing a filmy garment over her arm. Of white tulle and as translucent as were their Grecian robes, it was decorated with pink ribbons and might well have been one such as Emily or Harriet wore. My expression showed it for Davina gave an understanding smile and without more ado slipped it over my head while I stood totally uncomprehending. In smoothing it down as she did, my hard prick juddered against her palm, though she gave no outward sign of contacting my member, which made the flimsy material peak out in front.
"Really, Harry, you must grow your hair longer so that we may tie it with a ribbon," she said, as though this were the most natural thing in the world for me to be attired as a girl. The sensation of wearing such a garment was extremely strange and yet not displeasing, which much surprised me, for it floated about me like a gentle cloud.
"Now, girls, take him to bed and milk him-he will sleep all the better for it," I heard. Another mischievous pinch on my buttocks from Monique as I was urged out, then led along the corridor to a boudoir that was in all respects utterly feminine and with a large double bed.
"Down with you or you will be whipped," Elise said in a practical voice, giving me a push so that I landed on the bed with a gasp, the hem of the nightdress flying up to reveal again my eager stalk and balls.
"The naughty girl is showing it to us again," Monique laughed and then more sternly added, "Full on the bed with you, legs together, or it will be madame who sees to you!"
I obeyed, as one in a dream, conscious of my scented form and the strangeness of the whole matter. Absent and unseen as Davina was in those moments, I yet yielded to her silent commands that seemed to waft about my ears. The girls were naked still and looked fair fit to be mounted. I trembled with desire, waiting, and then jerked my loins in sweet anticipation as Elise, bending over me, coiled the nightdress up about my waist, her tits pendant and the nipples all but touching" my thighs as they dangled like ripe fruits.
Waiting for this simple operation to be concluded, Monique then moved, or I should say sprang upon me, facing my feet with her legs on either side of my shoulders. In another second her glorious naked rump squashed itself down fully over my face. What a sensation! The tip of my nose was forced up between the cheeks of her bottom while her quim rubbed itself hair-ily around my mouth, the lips rolling deliciously upon my own, moist and alluring.
I gulped, gasped for breath, hearing their soft laughter. With her rounded knees digging tightly into my shoulders, I was made immobile.
"It is your turn to suck-he has such a nice one," I heard Monique say. Then the most heavenly sensation enfolded me as two pouting lips slid down upon my knob and pursed themselves about it for a long, warm moment before withdrawing.
"Hold him well, he must not move," Elise's voice came to me. My toes strained down then at the second contact of her mouth, which now, opened like a rose, slid down my stalk and absorbed almost three quarters of it until my knob seemed to touch the back of her throat. Monique then gave a little wriggle and settled even more firmly upon me, causing me to gasp for air.
"Still!" she commanded, feeling me stir under her.
At that Elise-invisible as she was-began drawing her lips up and down my tool, pursing them more tightly and at every in-stroke swirling her tongue around my knob, which caused me to jerk in a sweet agony of desire despite the admonition I had received. Thereat Monique began to bump her bottom gently up and down on my face, lifting it but an inch or two each time, which at least allowed me to suck in air.
The throbbing of my cock increased, though this Elise seemed to take as a warning sign, for she withdrew her lovely mouth completely from moment to moment, affording me the most exquisite pleasure when again its warm wet cavern gobbled up my stalk. Grunting and moaning as I was, with my nose sometimes being painfully bumped by Moniques tight bottom, I endeavoured to still all movement so as merely to swim in the pleasure that I was being accorded. The breath hissed through my nostrils, causing Monique to giggle and writhe her hips as its warm outpouring assailed her bottom-hole.
Ringing my cock over halfway down in her fingers, Elise began rubbing me suavely while sucking more strongly upon the plum of my knob. I gasped anew, clutched at the tops of Monique's silky thighs and with a great straining of my back expelled the arrogant jetting of my juice full within that adorable mouth, which ceased not to draw upon it until the last pearly essence had flooded her tongue. A murmur of satisfaction came from her then, as at last she left my glistening tool momentarily depleted, though not losing its proud stand just yet.
"He comes a lot-he will be a good one," Elise remarked.
In a trice Monique was off me, and I, in a temporarily weakened state, was bundled by the pair between the sheets, the top one being drawn up to my neck. Flitting quickly about the room, Monique then extinguished the lamps so that the room was cast in a total and mysterious darkness, while I lay wrapped as if in a cocoon.
"Let me," I heard Monique say and then came the sound of kissing and of fervent sighs. "How nice it tastes," Monique murmured. "He can service us both occasionally, madame has said. Come now, will it not be nice in bed together after that?"
Then they were gone, gone as silently as wraiths. I heard the door close and the click of a lock. I was alone, a prisoner. My cock exuded a last pearl of come that dripped on to the soft material of the nightdress between my thighs. My head swam. I thought of Mama perhaps turning and tossing in her bed, awaiting my return. I thought of the house dark and of the bedrooms equally so and of how out-thrust the bottoms of Emily and Harriet might be in their sleep, the warm cheeks perhaps half unveiled. I was lost and yet saved. I had entered a new realm. In but a few moments I slept.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I awoke much later than is normally my wont. The clock on the mantelpiece showed the hour to be past ten. Leaping from the double bed with a start, I became aware again of my nightdress and was relieved to find that someone had entered and placed my clothes upon a chair while yet I slept.
Using a pisspot quickly, I laved myself in water from a large white china basin and then attired myself, half fearful that the door might still be locked. To my relief it was not, and I descended to find Monique seemingly awaiting me at the foot of the stairs to advise me that breakfast was served.
Expecting naturally to find Davina in the dining room, I entered only to see a place laid for one and many appetising dishes laid upon the sideboard. While Elise served me with bacon and kidneys, I asked her as to the whereabouts of Madame, as they called her.
"Oh, she has gone out," the maid replied casually. "You are to return home when you have finished. That at least was her message."
"Gone? Gone where?" I queried in dismay but was met by a smile and a shrug. Foolish it was indeed of me to even ask or to try to engage the maid in conversation about her mistress. Being of good appetite, I ate well and swilled all down with a glass of ale, being careful not to address any looks towards Elise and taking my departure silently.
What my reception would be on arriving home, I knew not. Papa would be gone on some business which most fortunately left explanations to be made only to Mama. Riding back, I racked my brains for something that might have kept me and came only to the foolish conclusion that I would have to say that I had been indisposed. All was something of a fuzz in my mind, I confess. The present mingled with the preceding night and vice versa. At times I could scarce bring myself to believe what had happened, and the events with Gwen and her family seemed almost a comical invention of my mind, though I was still determined to possess her and was emblazoned with curiousity as to how final explanations had been made by Gwen and her papa. Even so, I was mindful of what Davina had said. Gwen was an attractive little thing and with a bouncy figure that needed to be quelled under a masterful cock, but she was now in my mind becoming more and more of a piece of frippery whose physical charms would momentarily satisfy but not intrigue one.
Soon enough I was home, entering the house with not a little trepidation lest my mother question me too closely. At this hour she was occasionally in the garden, but finding her not there nor my sisters, I inquired of one of the maids who told me that she had retired to her room and was not to be disturbed, though if I arrived I was to go up to her.
This sounding faintly ominous, I tidied my hair anew and ascended, while little devils in my mind reminded me ever of Selina and what Davina had told me of her, not to say what had happened in the very boudoir I was about to enter. Knocking lightly on the door, I received Mama's soft call of assent and entered to find her lying on the bed srapped in a peignoir, which at this hour, close upon midday, surprised me, for she was ever formally dressed by day.
The peignoir was one of pink silk and encased her curves sleekly, causing my eyes to roam with guilty excitement on the sauve bulging of her hips, the full globe of her bottom and the thrusting of her breasts beneath. Spying no fringe of any other garment, I wondered with thudding heart what delicate underwear lay beneath, though there were no folds or lines to betray it.
"Mama dearest, I am sorry," I began, only to receive a languid wave of her hand. Motioning me to the bed, she made me sit upon it. Never had I done so before and found it soft of surface yet with a pleasing firmness beneath. High as the bed was, my feet dangled a little.
"You were well rested and safe, I am sure," Mama said before I could speak further.
Relief flooded me that there were to be no long explanations nor questions. Raising one of her bejewelled hands where it lay on the quilt, I kissed it and received a sweet smile. Then did I imagine, as she rolled upon one hip to face me more fully, that she winced a trifle, screwing up her nose. Being about to ask if she had some ill, my attention was immediately diverted by something that lay behind her legs. It was a crop-a black one such as I had seen Davina carrying when we had met in riding.
Mama, seeing the direction of my gaze, gave a little start and reached blindly behind her for it. In groping for it, however, her hand caused it to roll a little and fall on the floor. Gallantly but impelled by curiosity, since all manner of thoughts came crowding into my mind, I slid off the bed and, going round it, picked up the crop. My heart truly beat madly as I did so. It was the selfsame one that Davina had borne. The letter D was engraved on a band of silver around it.
My eyes met Mama's. Her face distinctly flushed. "Oh, put it down," she said petulantly and turned back on her hip so that I was forced to return to my seat in order to face her. What happened next I cannot explain. Her robe had parted a little, revealing the glistening of pink stockings just above her knees where her thighs swelled. I had but to move a foot or two to be upon her, rolling her upon her back and pinning down her shoulders. A small feeble cry rose from her and she twisted her head from side to side, saying "Oh, Harry, what are you at?"
Insensate with the warmth of her, the rich curving of her figure and the intimations of nudity which lay beneath her peignoir, I rained kisses madly on her neck and pressed my cheeks to hers, avowing my adoration for her.
"Oh, you must not!" Mama choked, yet made no attempt to throw me off. Her breasts heaved, causing me to feel their rubbery firmness through the silk and the prodding of her nipples. Suddenly aghast at my further temerity, I lay still, holding her half under me while her nearest thigh pressed against my own.
Strangely then we lay unmoving, each of our minds no doubt invaded by thoughts as disturbing as the other's. I stirred. My cock had risen and was thrust up against my belly. The motion caused her to shift uneasily.
"No, you must not, Harry," she breathed, though I ignored her words and reverted my mind in a blaze of desire to that glorious moment when she had tossed me off in her palm while gazing steadfastly down on me.
One of my arms lay half over her hip. Cautiously moving it, I eased my hand to reach a little further over and descend until, squeezing it between her body and the quilt, I could feel the firm fleshiness of her bottom.
"Don't, Harry-I am not wearing drawers," she murmured, though all she said was in a dream.
"May I kiss you, Mama?" I asked, hearing as I did my voice sounding strange.
"No, you must not," she replied in the same, soft even tone, her face appearing almost expressionless though her lips remained appealingly parted-so much so that all control left me, and moving her lovely face gently under mine, I captured the richness of her mouth.
Into my lips she breathed, her lips unmoving, yet her face stirred not from beneath my own. Gently moving my hand from just under her bottom, I sought with delicate fingertips the parting of her robe and, sidling my hand within, laid it upon her plump warm thigh just above her stocking top. At that she grasped my arm, the thrilling contact of her mouth remaining quiescent under my own-so that I feared to move my lips and we lay as statues. Impudently then my fingers insinuated themselves a little higher up her thigh. At that her hand tightened on the sleeve of my shirt and her breath flooded my mouth in the most intoxicating manner.
The strange vision of Davina's crop floating ever through my mind, I fisted the hand that caressed Mama's thigh and endeavoured gently to work her legs apart.
"No, we cannot, Harry," she husked and at last moved her face from under mine so that it lay away from me, staring sightlessly beyond. Huge tremors of excitement seized me at the strange manner in which she had failed to resist me utterly or cast me off. My fist rolled against the inner surfaces of her stockings where I could feel the ridging of her garters. Her eyes were wide, her face lightly flushed. Little by little now her legs parted to the urging of my hand, until they lay a foot apart and a quivering sigh issued from her lips.
"No!" she whispered, though ever more weakly, jerking her hips a little and then biting her lip as she had done a few moments before when I had read it as a wince. Such strange events as must have occurred before my arrival now all jumbled in my mind as I sought to believe and yet not to believe that Davina had been here. Even so, my own calmness and lack of brashness astounded me. I had no doubt now that I could feel Mama's quim if I wished, for it nested but inches above my hand.
"I shall lock the door, Mama," I murmured, awaiting perhaps her reaction, but none occurred. Continuing to avert her face from me, she lay still, her lovely, richly curved legs apart and the plump, milky skin of her thighs showing where I had drawn aside the folds of her robe. Voluptuous as she looked, my strange composure yet remained. Visions of Davina rose before me as I rose and turned the key. I trembled inwardly and yet showed no sign of it without. I was as one moving through water whose every movement is slow and measured.
Standing by the bed and gazing down at Mama, I removed my shirt, trousers, and all, my cock rampant.
"Open your legs more, Mama," I intoned. Otherwise unmoving, she stirred and obeyed until her thighs lay wide. Crumpled as the folds of her peignoir were, I saw naught as yet save the glory of her legs. Her lips moved together and then parted again. The pink tip of her tongue appeared beiefly as if in wantonness. How I longed in that moment to feel it lick around my cock! Bending over her, I felt her give but a little start as I opened her peignoir to the full and saw at last that she was wearing but a tiny black corset, which hugged her waist so tightly that it produced the most voluptuous violin curves. Leaving her large pale breasts entirely naked with the thick brown blossoming of her nipples, it left equally bare beneath-where ran a frill of black lace-the thickly curled bosket of her pubic mound, so plump and rich that my cock quivered in adoration.
Sliding down upon the bed so that our naked forms came together, I made to embrace her when she spun suddenly about, pressing her broad smooth belly to my cock, her arms about my neck.
"We cannot," she sobbed, "for she will whip me for it first!"
"Davina!" I exclaimed. "She has put you to the crop!"
My fingers sought the proud richness of her bottom, at which she squirmed, her pussy hairs tickling my cock. I thought I could feel three slight weals there across her ample cheeks, placed parallel to one another. Huge sobs racked Mama as I touched them. Her body pressed into mine so tightly that I felt the full impress of her now stiffening nipples against my chest.
"She w ... w ... will whip me first, Harry, ere you do," she repeated, "Th ... th ... then she will put me to you, I know it!"
Tears pearled down her cheeks, albeit that there was no anguish in her face. It was the second time she had cried in my embrace and my prick thrummed all the more madly for it. Without resistance from her I cupped her glorious slit at last, felt the rolled lips and the eager moisture that already exuded there from.
"Ah, how naughty you are, Harry-to think that I am letting you," she gasped, her stockinged legs squirming and rubbing against my naked thighs as I found the bud of her clitty.
"I have longed to fuck you, Mama, ever since I saw you pee," I croaked.
Her head hung back. She seemed to be glorying in my caress, her heavy bottom rolling and working while now I urged my forefinger up into her delicious cunt.
"How wicked that was! What a naughty thing you are, and to think I let you rub your cock against my bottom. Oh, let me feel it-how big it is-but she must not know!"
All this came in a torrent of words as I felt the heavenly clasp of her fingers around my prick. Sobbing a little still as she was-which I recognized now as excitement and not despair-our mouths came together in the most luscious of kisses, our tongues entwined, a total dizziness encompassed me. I made to roll her over onto her back then and mount her, so lusting was I to enter my yearning weapon in her grotto. Yet by force of arms she resisted me while amourously toying with my erect member. Our salivas mingled. Relinquishing my ravishment of her plump cunt, I cupped as much as I could hold of her imperious bottom and, drawing the fat cheeks apart, toyed with her rosette, which, though tightly crinkled, yielded to my finger.
"Mama, I must, for if I do not have it in your slit, then I shall breach your bottom, dearest, and bugger you as I mean to. Come, let me put my cock to you. Have you not thought of it?"
"A thousand times since I made you come," she sighed. "How naughty I am, yet I cannot help it-but I must be made to, though by other than you. Davina knows this. She extracted it from me when she removed my drawers this morning and cropped me. Be good, Harry darling, I beg you. Oh, remove your hand-ah!"
And with that Mama rolled full upon me. Her weight being superior to my own, she pinning me down while all the luscious nudity of her rested thrillingly upon me and the prong of my tool was pressed between her belly and my own.
"Ah, you would have her whip you!" I exclaimed, seeing as it were a sudden light. I made no attempt to cast Mama off, for the sensation of her seeming to overpower me with this-lying as she did upon me with her legs open and her bush tickling me-was too heavenly to evade.
"Perhaps," she murmured cloudily. Aware perhaps that I was for the moment her captive, she settled herself more heavily, while I, in fear of now ejecting my sperm between us, lay perfectly still, luxuriating in all I could feel. Feeling my greedy hands part her bottom cheeks again, she smiled of a sudden and let me caress the crinkled orifice that lay deep between, giving little quivers of pleasure as I did so. Her mouth hovered over mine. Then her belly made a little insinuating movement, the silky skin rubbing over my cock so that I screwed my eyes up with bliss.
"Did you like watching me pee?" she asked and then began to urge her bottom more as my finger eased a little up her tight passage.
"The moment you raised your dress and I saw your cunt, your thighs, your bottom, I was in very heaven," I declared.
"I knew you were watching, you naughty boy," she declared to my utmost surprise, "How randy you made me feel when I saw your cock. Why, it is almost as big as your Papa's and soon will be. Come, darling, come against my belly for we can do no other."
"Not without the whip?" I asked, partly out of frustration and partly to know what she would say and whether her earlier words upon the matter would hold.
"Perhaps," she answered maddeningly. Watching my eyes and the growing slackness of my expression she knew well that I would soon eject my spermatic flood.
"And ... and ... and H ... H ... Harriet?" I choked. The beautiful eruption was commencing. I could feel the ineluctable rising and tingling in my cock.
"Perhaps," Mama repeated softly. "Ah, you are coming, Harry, what a flood! Oh, how sticky you are making me. I too, I too! Ah!" And with that her large bottom rotated wildly, forcing me to withdraw my enquiring digit. Her eyes rolled, her face first flushing and then growing pale as, pumping out my come between our tightly pressed bellies, I felt too the delicious spurtings of her own salty tribute trickling down my balls.
Exquisite shudders seized us. We kissed in an ague of passion. Grasping her bottom cheeks anew, I held her still, which she seemed to like, for she subsided with a sigh and lay nestling her hot face in my neck.
Rolling off of me at last, Mama covered herself quickly.
"Go, Harry, or the servants may wonder what we are at," she said, brushing back her thick brown hair, which had become quite tousled. Bereft at losing such magical moments, I made to embrace her again, but she started up and stood at the opposite side of the bed. "Harry, no!" she uttered in such a sharp voice that I fell back and not without sullen mien commenced to dress.
"Have you know Davina long?" I asked, as much to break the silence as anything. All that was happening to me was so bizarre that I did not have time to gather myself.
"She is a strange woman-sometimes I think she has powers that no other one possesses," Mama answered, not replying directly to my question and seemingly intent upon polishing her nails with a small emery cloth. Even so, she had told me much. It was seemingly to me alone that Davina had revealed her secret.
CHAPTER NINE
My room, which until such a short time ago had been as a cave of retreat for me, now seemed a lonely place, and my books mere ornamentation on my shelves. What could they now communicate to me that could in any way rival or approach my incredible experiences? On what fount of wisdom could I draw other than that of the divine Davina?
Yet so many other doubts fogged my mind that I knew not how to separate my thoughts. Within an hour of our little orgy in her bedroom, Mama appeared as calm and distant from me as ever. Was she in league with Davina and was I merely being tempered for manhood? I was as a player on a stage who does not otherwise communicate with the others unless the lines call for it. I had fucked but once, had been gamahuched, and had twice now been made to come by Mama-such experiences seeming in immediate retrospect to be frustrating rather than fulfilling.
Emma was not about, nor Harriet, and I feared to ask Mama, for a barrier seemed to rise between us when we were not indulging in moments of passion. A restlessness to see Davina again came upon me, though I felt I had not the temerity to visit her house uninvited. Taking my horse, I went for a ride across the meadows, feeling myself drawn ever nearer to her. In my passage I came within a mile of the house, circled, and rode off a little way, experiencing both apprehension and excitement.
In the distance lay a small wood, where I had not previously ventured, but my attention was attracted by the wheels of a carriage which I could see poking out from the outer rim of trees. This struck me as a little curious, unless some landowner were visiting parts of his property or seeking out his gamekeepers. Turning about, I rode toward it, feeling in need of any company that might divert my mind. Then some caution of which I knew not the source came into my mind and I dismounted some two hundred yards from the trees and led my horse forward.
A medley of voices came to my ears, the brief cry of a female, and then silence. A wild shrub being to hand, I tethered my horse to it, and stole forward, wondering what mischief might be afoot and whether rogues were about. Then, to my astonishment, did I distinctly hear Davina's voice and again the cry of a young woman, or so it sounded. Heart pounding I now quickened my pace and stole through the outer edge of the wood. A brief vision of colors came to me-and then I saw.
Even as might a circus ringmistress, Davina stood in full riding attire upon the sward in a clearing-and yet her costume was such as I had never seen a woman wear, for she had on riding britches, black, silver-spurred boots, a close-fitting black jacket above, and her small-three-cornered hat. From her hand dangled a schooling whip whose long, slender thong trailed upon the grass just to her rear. Around her circled two naked women, one of about twenty and the other twice her age. Both were on their hands and knees, with broad studded collars about their necks. Monique held their leashes together in one hand and led them around, as one might lead two hounds. To the left of Davina, bound to a tree, was a man of middle years and sturdy physique. He was naked save for his boots and trousers, which dangled at his ankles. His erect penis was tightly " bound about by a strip of black leather overlapped along its length to leave only his knob protruding.
Now and again a squeal would come from one of the females as the lash leapt forward and the snaking tip of it stung their bottoms. The jellied mounds of their breasts swung as they strove, under Monique's urgings, to keep side by side, and their bottoms were pictures of delight-the one much larger than the other and their quims showing clearly as one knee went in front of the other.
All this I absorbed but in a second or two, taking little note in that instant of the women's faces, which their loosed and untied hair concealed, falling as it did about their faces. Then, in uttering a shrill yelp as the very tip of the schooling whip seemed to reach right into the crevice of her bottom, the younger raised her face, and I saw with total astonishment that it was Gwen; the woman on all fours beside her, who was equally being led around and around in a circle, was her mother, Lady Dingle.
Who then was the male, and what was the meaning of this bizarre scene? I recognized him not. Most certainly it was not Sir John, though such would have seemed more logical to Davina's designs. Piled on the floor of the carriage, as I then saw, were the clothes of the three.
"Up now-up with them, Monique!" I heard Davina command. The leashes strained and then drooped limp into the grass as the maid, who had naturally been preceding them, retrieved her steps and yanked them each to sobbing to their feet.
"Oh, will you not let us go?" wailed Gwen's mother, while Gwen tried to cling to her but was moved aside by Monique. What a picture they presented, all but facing me as they were-the one full of bust, doughty in hips and bottom, plump of thighs, and with a fully bushed cunt, whose dark hairs sprouted in a thick triangle. Beside her, Gwen looked almost dainty, though I saw with greater pleasure now the ripening womanhood of her desirable curves-now pretty and prominent were her nipples, how splendiferous the curving of her legs.
"Take her to him first," Davina said and then, bending for a moment, relinquished the whip and picked up what looked to me like a small tennis racquet whose strings had been removed and in their place put a piece of smooth wood so that the whole resembled a little paddle. Taking up then the leash that extended from the leather collar around Gwen's neck and restraining any movement from her, Davina watched as Lady Dingle was led flushed, stumbling, and crying to the bound figure at the tree. He legs had been previously drawn apart by a rope which extended round the tree behind him, so that his erection and his balls were well displayed.
"Ah! you cannot! Have pity!" shrieked the dame, whose large firm breasts slapped in a moment against the man's chest so that their bodies were pressed fron-tally one to the other. At a quick run, Monique now took the leash round the tree and, emerging again, fastened the free end of it to the other side of Lady Dingle's collar so that she was well held.
"No, no-I beg!" came a howl from the good lady, whose bottom looked fit to cleave by any prick that was as stiff as now was my own and whose belly squirmed frantically against the man's upstanding cock-encased, as I have said it was, in leather.
"Beg you may, my dear," came from Davina, who, handing Gwen's leash to Monique, now strode purposefully forward holding the paddle. "I am going to heat your bottom as it should have been heated long ere this. It might teach you perhaps not to little-tattle nor interfere in matters that are no direct concern of yours."
"Mama!" came a screech from Gwen, who at that moment was borne down into the grass by Monique much in the fashion in which she had settled me. With a "Pmffff!" of exploding breath, Gwen, lying on her back, received the full and luscious orb of the maid's bottom upon her face. Bending far forward then, Monique thrust Gwen's thighs apart and, dipping her face deep between, began to tongue her slit. Struggle as she might, Gwen could not rise, for Monique's knees held her arms clamped to her sides and so pervented her from levering herself up. Thereupon came a loud splat-ting noise and a shriek from Lady Dingle, who could not see what was happening to Gwen and perhaps cared not overmuch in that moment as the full impact of the paddle slapped against her voluminous bottom.
The noise it made was considerable, though I have since learned that the bark of the device is rather worse than its bite. Davina has nominated it as her "urger," and this it has well proven to be in the cases of recalcitrant females whose bottoms become deeply heated by repeated slaps of the wood, which encompasses almost completely a bottom of moderate proportions.
Each splat of the paddle most certainly urged Lady Dingle's belly tighter into that of the male, and since her pubic bush was at the same time tickling his dangling balls, the effect caused him to flush deeply and twist his mouth about in a most agonised fashion, though he uttered not a sound.
From the enlaced pair on the grass came naught but the most delectable sounds-Gwen spluttering and moaning under the heavy impress of Monique's bottom and quim while the maid's tongue lapped with a succulent wet noise up and down Gwen's downy slit, causing her legs to jerk and then, as I could see, to relax and her bottom to wriggle. Having no doubt at all that Gwen had now succumbed, Monique ceased her luring labial caresses and rose suddenly. Gwen's face was as flushed as my own had been after such an assault and her hair was matted at the front to her forehead. Seemingly unconcerned with her condition, however, Monique pulled her to her feet. She stood swaying, her pretty mouth gawping as she saw that her Mama's bottom was still being firmly treated. Slap! Splat! Smack!
I had turned my eyes toward this enervating spectacle, for Lady Dingle's bottom was by now an entrancing pink all over and her hips were waggling in a manner fit to make me come. Breaking into my trance then came Monique's voice calling, "Bring him here!"
I started violently, not for a moment believing it was I to whom she referred since I'd thought that the trees covered me well. My naivete" was, however, quickly broken by a voice behind me which I recognized as that of Elise. Quick as a flash she cast a loop of rope around my neck from the rear and, dancing forward, pulled on it in such wise that there was no help for it but to stumble in her wake.
"Well now, the young spy is taken!" laughed Monique as I was brought to her while endeavouring in vain to release the noose that hugged my neck so tightly. Upon my appearance, Gwen naturally uttered a wail of despair and disbelief.
"Oh, Harry, no! Take him away!" she cried and would have covered her pussy with her hands had not Monique slapped them sharply away.
"Shall we let him?" Monique asked, but just as quickly she was interrupted by Davina, who, without seeming to have cast a single look in my direction, called sharply, "Bring him here!"
Gwen screeched loudly at that, seeing me drawn toward the glowing rear of her Mama. For her pains she received a loud slap from Monique, which made her bubble into silence.
Now I could see all more clearly-the rosy rump and bulging cheeks of Lady Dingle made my cock pulse. The particular hairiness of her slit made the curls sprout out beneath it where the thick rolled lips might have invited the prick of a donkey.
"Did you think to steal upon us?" Davina asked, regarding me so coldly that I would fain have fallen and kissed the toes of her boots. Lady Dingle's cries and sobs sounded in the air as she spoke, seeming to divert Davina from what else she might then have said to me. Giving her a final resounding slap with the paddle, Davina then deftly unhooked one end of the leash, drew it from around the tree, and yanked upon it so that with a choked squeal Lady Dingle was bent full over, her mouth hovering above the glowing crest of the man's penis.
Stepping one foot upon the leash, Davina so held her down and then quickly unlaced the leather from the man's penis so that it sprang up quivering and free, the blue veins standing out upon the white pink shaft.
"Suck it," Davina commanded Lady Dingle quite softly, while yet another cry of apparent horror wafted to us from Gwen, who was forced to stand but a few yards behind, her leash held taut by Monique.
"Oh, I cannot! Oh, you horrid thing, I have never done such a wicked act!" bemoaned her victim, whose flushed face twisted from side to side much as her scorched bottom did.
"That I gather-nor have you entertained a prick in your bottom as equally you shall now. Monique, put him to her!"
Held as I was myself, my buttons were ripped open so roughly by Elise that one, bursting its cotton, fell to the grass even as the prong of my cock sprang out, eager and ready as I was for the fray.
"There is no need to hold him, Elise. He may have free rein on this, the better that he may cork her."
With these words, Davina took the nape of Lady Dingle's neck and, by dint of gripping her tightly, forced her mouth down until with a gurgle she absorbed the rubicund knob of the man's cock-while I, free at last to entertain myself, settled her madly wriggling hips with more strength than I thought to possess. Passing my thumbs into the crevice of her ample bottom, I parted the cheeks and directed the crest of my charger quickly to her rosette. At this she bucked frantically, feeling the first and most intimate contact, though such cries as she may have uttered were completely muffled by the fact that her mouth now held a good five inches of stiff cock.
Elise, assisting me now, thrust my trousers down to my ankles and, looping the front of my shirt up over Lady Dingle's back, so allowed me more freely to urge my straining pestle up within her tight, warm orifice. Spluttering moans came from her at this invasion, which, succeeding at last in its first inch of entry, soon followed it with another and another until half of my prick protruded from between her bottom cheeks.
"Slowly, Harry, for I would have her well reamed," murmured Davina, who continued to maintain her hold.
I gurgled somewhat in my own pleasure for, narrow as Lady Dingle's bottom-hole seemed, its elasticity was such that she could do naught but yield it to me until with a brief gasp of profound pleasure I was embedded in her to the full. Pressed full against me, her bare bottom literally glowed into my flesh. Clenched as I was in the exquisite clutch of her tube, I almost came.
That she was being held to it, and moreover with a stiff prick slewing back and forth over her tongue, doubled my pleasure. Taking the fronts of her plump thighs where her stockings ridged, I withdrew and then plunged in slowly again, feeling-despite her will-the ardent suction which the lewd action accorded us both. Bending her knees forward by forcing my own into the backs of hers, I began then to ream her vigourously, withholding the first longings to expel my sperm and feeling all the time Davina's eyes upon me, watchful and but partly approving as if indeed I were under tuition and endeavouring to prove myself. Such thoughts entering my mind as they did, I plowed on in every possible sense, thoroughly excited by the regular slapping and smacking of Lady Dingle's cleft globe into my belly.
"Come, both of you now-come in her," husked Davina.
The man uttered distinct groans then, as did I. I increased my pace furiously. A snort escaped me so that I must have sounded for a moment like the very young stallion I was perhaps supposed to be in Davina's eyes. The exquisite, tingling, itching sensation was full upon me now. The delicious eruption was about to be. Urging my cock full into Lady Dingle's bottom, I made to hang my head back, my knees quivering, when Davina's voice came softly to me.
"Look at me, Harry!"
I did so. The glow in her lovely eyes seemed one of pure passion, as if my cock were embedded instead between her own cheeks. My lips quavered, opened. The first shoot of sperm, thick and warm as it was, released itself. A shuddering cry came from the man whose cock in turn was being milked into that warm if reluctant mouth. A sob racked him. Lady Dingle's lips literally ran with his cream, as Davina afterwards told me, while I-feeling as if small rockets were bursting in my balls-loosed jet after jet, which, as I felt, spattered the captive's very bowels.
"It was done. She had received us both. Tottering on her feet as she was, Davina allowed her to fall down and then swiftly untied the man, bidding him coldly to go to the carriage and dress.
"You will say nothing of this to anyone or the punishment of which I warned you will befall," she told him.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied then with such humbleness and in such an accent that I knew him of a sudden to be a servant or some such.
"Oh, the shame of it!" Lady Dingle moaned, rolling upon her hip away from us and revealing then the glint of my sperm emerging from her bottom.
"He will dress you. That will be his last duty," Davina replied as if she had no more interest in the matter. Covering myself, I turned and saw that Gwen had fallen as if in a faint and lay still upon the sward. A sound attracted me then from beyond, and through the trees I saw the approach of a second carriage. Coming as far towards us as it could, it waited, the man who handled the horses sitting immobile.
"Fetch her clothes-she will come with us," Davina told Elise, who then hastened to bring Gwen's dress, chemise, and stockings. Aided by Monique, Gwen was drawn up, her head hanging and her eyes closed while they clothed her in a deft fashion, though without too much nicety.
"Ah, what would you have me do?" Gwen moaned, keeping her eyes closed. "I want Mama!"
"Take her to the carriage," came then curtly from Davina, who, looking back as I did, saw that the man had dressed and was walking towards Lady Dingle, who started up at his approach and then sank down again.
Bundled into the newly arrived carriage, Gwen was seated between the two maids while Davina and I perched opposite.
"Home, madame?" the driver asked.
"Of course," Davina rejoined without turning her head. I, however, did so and saw Lady Dingle's arms waving feebly as the man essayed to place her chemise over her head.
"You will know soon enough, Harry," Davina said then as if in answer to my unspoken questions. Then addressing Gwen, she snapped, "Sit UP, girl! Slap her if she does not obey, Monique-I will have no nonsense."
"She will make a nice pet, ma'am," Elise ventured, pressing her thigh closer to Gwen's.
"No doubt, but she must be trained first," Davina replied, while Gwen covered her face and began softly to cry.
Perhaps it was as well that she did hide her vision, for in glancing back again I saw that the man-tiring perhaps of Lady Dingle's querulous rejections of her assistant-had her well on her back on the grass and was inserting his cock in her cunt. Davina noticed too. A smile passed across her lips.
"What brutes some men are," she said, then laughed so prettily that I yearned as never before to kiss her.
CHAPTER TEN
How is Harriet-or perhaps you have not seen her?" Davina said as we at last entered her mansion.
"No, I have not-she was not at home," I replied. Gwen, being brought up in our wake by the two maids, waited behind us.
"I w ... w ... want to go home!" she wailed suddenly, making Davina spin round to her. Each of the girls held one of Gwen's elbows.
"She must be bathed," Davina said as if Gwen had not spoken. "She will make a pretty plaything both for ladies and gentlemen. In due course," she added reflectively.
"Yes, ma'am. How shall we dress her?" came from Elise.
"As an houri, my dear, for that is what I intend her to be and shall thus return her home in due course. Black stockings, spangled garters, and the briefest of chemises. I want her bottom left bared."
"Oh, Miss Davina, I will d ... d ... do anything-" began Gwen.
"You will indeed, dear, though I am sure that is not what you intended me to think," Davina replied. Lifting Gwen's chin, she gazed for a long moment in quite the kindliest of manners into the girl's tear-swimming eyes. "How old are you?" she asked.
"Eighteen, Miss Davina, but...."
"No 'buts,' my pet, wo do not allow them. Eighteen, indeed? Then you have two years at least to be put both to cocks and to the tongues of my girls. I shall return you home long ere that, of course, but even so you will then be a fine little performer. Take her away!"
Gwen cried, sagged, but was taken up, whereupon Davina looped her arm in mine familiarly and led me into the drawing room, I asking in a sudden rush of confidence how it had all come about.
"I shall allow Gwen to tell you that," she replied mysteriously. "As to the man you saw, he is of course a servant in their household. Lady Dingle has free rein from me to dismiss him now, though she will be in two minds to do so lest he talk. That, after all, is something I am not minded to control, but I believe he will not. Either his wages will be increased or he will depart with a full purse and Sir John will know nothing of the affair. It is as well thus."
"Why did you ask me about Harriet?" I queried as we sat down together. Davina removed her hat and cast it to one side, letting her hair down as she did so.
"She was here this morning, Harry, briefly. It was time for a little chat, I felt. I cropped her quite lightly while Elise and Monique held her over. Six stinging cuts sufficed for the first lesson. What a heavenly bottom she has-so round and firm and glossy. She will make a magnificent mount, Harry. Your Mama is well?" she then asked without a pause and with no touch whatever of mischief in her voice.
I could only gape for a moment, though managed to voice assent.
"Good," Davina said comfortably. "You performed well, Harry, in the woods. I am pleased with you. You are learning to control the hunger in your loins. Some men are unutterably crude, my dear. The art is to pump the female slowly and powerfully, whether in her bottom or her slit. I doubt not that Lady Dingle enjoyed it, though she will never say so. Do not, however, hold a woman by the fronts of her thighs again, for it restricts your movements a little. A firm grip on the hips suffices. Should she continue to struggle, then your arms should hug her waist tightly while your cock makes shorter movements."
"Do ... do all women thus succumb?" I asked in wonderment, thinking how Mama had finally spurned me from lodging my prick in her.
"That is where the training comes into it," Davina replied grandly. "You thought perhaps that my use of the whip and the paddle was cruel? It was not. I loathe cruelty, Harry. Firmness is something quite other. The whip stings precisely as I want it to, touching those nerves which in turn flatter the desires of the bottom-hole or the cunny-or often both. The paddle is my urger, it induces a bubbling heat which in turn makes a woman long to ram her burning bottom agaist or into something firm. This it is the male duty-and pleasure-to provide. The struggles of the female may continue, but once she has received my prior attentions and the cock is well lodged, her efforts to free herself will diminish. I do not seek her total surrender-only her acquiescence to the act of copulation or buggery. It cools and enervates her. She learns quickly that by this means she draws power from the male."
"Therefore women have to be frequently whipped in order to make them offer their bottoms?" I asked slyly, recalling what Mama had said to me in the bedroom.
"The sting of the whip or the caress of the strap-just as the regular smacking of the paddle-induces such a feeling in them as the insertion of the prick complements, Harry. On the other hand there are indeed women who desire, whether consciously or not, to be put to the male and must persuade themselves that they are doing so under the power of others. Thus in their own minds are they excused for their actions. You will see, however, that I use different methods upon different women. Some come to their fate unsuspecting. Those whom I put to the whip or the strap have sometimes had their bottoms so treated by fathers or uncles or others. I return them to that process, perhaps after several years in which their drawers have not to come down. I remark upon the splendid development of their bottoms-as indeed I did this morning with Harriet. They are often tickled in the process of heating their rears. All this you will see-yet think not, Harry, that I intend to make such woman slaves for the mere gratification of men. To the contrary! Do you understand?"
"But a little," I replied, though in fact it was somewhat less than that as Davina well perceived.
"Were I to permit you to fuck me now, Harry, I would empty your balls. You would lie inert like a fallen leaf while I ... I could draw with my cunny or bottom upon a dozen such pricks as yours, one after the other, and feel no less vigorous and demanding than when I had commenced. That, Harry, is the difference between the sexes. Sweet Gwen now-she is very toothsome when naked-goes at this moment in her bath in such trepidation of being put to one prick after another, believing as she does simply what I have told her. In all truth her experiences will enervate and strengthen her. She will emerge as a little goddess in comparison with more feeble and unlearned women who lie dumb and unawakened even in the marriage bed and never know the better for it. The women are the true mistresses, Harry."
This last sentence being said so solemnly-and indeed almost sternly-I had no reply. Was this then the meaning of Mama's rolling upon me on the bed and holding me down while she drew the arrogant strength from my cock?
"Be not dismayed, Harry," Davina went on, seeing my bemused expression. "You are an instrument of power and of pleasure, and are so used. Additonally you are-or will become-the home provider, and will be so used also. You must enjoy your privileges!"
"Are all women, then, to be considered as superior to men?"
My question was an earnest one. My voice bore no traces of irony or resentment. Mine was a small world. She who held the key to it was Davina.
"All? No, not all, Harry. There are chosen ones-some so ordained by Nature, as I am. Others are selected, whether by chance, by Fate, or by me. The ones I choose are graded in two different ways. First, they are graded to pleasure, as for instance Harriet will be."
"Gwen also?" I interrupted, bringing a slight frown from her at my interjection.
"Gwen, no. I need no such subtleties with her. She is a cockteaser, Harry, who has not fully learned the pleasure of it. She is likely to marry a man who will idolise her and do whatever she wishes, however. By that means she will have attained her goal. She needs only to be petted in order to take the cock. Harriet is different. She is proud-resistant-but I know well enough what lies buried within her. When her drawers were taken down this morning and she was forced to display her bottom for the crop, she whinnied a little, like a young mare, but did not cry out. I admired her for that. You will see her perhaps for yourself, Harry, standing proud as she does with the pink streaks across her adorable bottom. I have not yet told her what she is to have, though perhaps she senses it or your Mama has told her. I imagine that your Mama is lecturing her now. Once Harriet is graded through the stages of pleasure, then she will be graded through those of feminine superiority. She will not be long in finding her place." Some light shone now.
"Then this is what you meant by passing through fire," I exclaimed.
"Precisely so, Harry. In my own case intuition told, for I only had Father to handle me. Your Mama could school Harriet herself, but a stranger is better. Harriet will take more notice of me-there will be greater deference-and a silent understanding as between women. She must yield both to your prick and to her Papa's, for I can otherwise not break her in. How delicious it will be for me to look into her eyes while she is receiving them. I will stroke her hair, whisper to her. She will understand then."
"Like a young filly," I exclaimed excitedly.
"Why, precisely so. It is I who will bring her on heat and then cool her ardour. Afterwards she may never let you between her thighs again-but that is for her to decide. Ah-here is Gwen!"
I turned about and saw her, shy and trembling and rosy from her bath, her black-stockinged legs twinkling, darts of fire shooting from the tiny jewels that encrusted her broad garters, her shoes small and neat. Ascending from the valley between her breasts to just above the neat triangle of her cunt-hairs was a black silk chemise with a lacy hem.
Giving Davina a nod, which seemed to please her mistress, Monique prodded Gwen forward so that she stood before us.
"Well, Gwen, are you going to be a good girl?" Davina asked and, before the girl could reply, swooped her hand up from her seated position so that it cupped Gwen's furry mound, making her quiver and flush. "Ah, you are nicely moist. They have tongued you, have they not? Has she come yet, Monique?"
"But once, Madame, and would have again if we had let her. She is a hot little one, this!"
"So I observe. Turn and show me your bottom, darling ... there ... and what a peach it is-do you not think so, Harry?"
Exquisitely perfumed as she was and with her chubby bum displayed, Gwen looked entrancing. I nodded and made to reach for her, but Davina shook her head and patted my hand away playfully. It seemed almost absurd to me then when I recalled my fumblings on a bed with Gwen such a short while ago-a period of time that seemed now like a lifetime.
"All in good time, Harry, for I wish to hear again from Gwen what passed-and you shall learn thereby the reason for our little orgy in the wood. Elise-bring a feather."
Hearing this, Gwen gave a great start and made to turn about-prepared, I would swear, to throw herself into Davina's arms, but Monique in one bound held her while Elise, producing a long thin feather from within her stocking top, stood before her and pointed the tip up between Gwen's thighs.
At that, the tight cheeks of Gwen's bottom jiggled and jerked. Had not Monique seized her wrists and held them behind her, she would have attempted to escape. With her back to us, I could glimpse only the movements of Elise's wrist.
"No-ah-no-ah!" Gwen screeched, her head and torso twisting from side to side.
"Oh, yes, indeed, darling, for you are going to entertain more than a feather in your pussy," Davina laughed, enjoying as much as I the swaying and wriggling of her white and pink bottom.
That the tip of the feather was caressing and maddening Gwen's clitoris, I had no doubt. Gritting out screeches and howls, she began also to blubber. Her head hung back, eyes wide open.
"Har-har! I c ... c ... cannot ... I cannot b ... b ... bear it!" she choked. "Oh, it tickles! It is hateful! It is k ... k ... killing me....Oh! Ah!"
Smoothing her hands down her skirt, Davina rose while still the relentless feather twirled. Then, seizing Gwen's face and forcing her mouth down under her own, Davina insinuated one tapered finger between her pert bottom cheeks and wormed it into her rosette in such a manner that Gwen's legs stiffened and she reached up on her toes with her mouth still buried under Davina's. Released at last from the long kiss but not from the finger, she began working her hips back and forth, moaning and sobbing while the two worked at her.
"Someone has been at your bottom, my pet, I can feel it-come, confess!" Davina commanded. Working her finger up past the first knuckle, she intruded all of it within Gwen's chubby bottom while Elise continued with the feather, causing Gwen's teeth to chatter and her eyes to roll madly.
"My ... my ... my....my...." she stammered wildly.
"Go on, dear-my finger is much slimmer than what you have previously entertained there, it is not. Confess or you will be whipped and then feathered again. Elise-give her a moment's respite, though I shall not."
"My, my, ray t ... t....tutor," stuttered Gwen, whose legs shook, straining up as she still was.
"Indeed? The naughty man-but I doubt not that you encouraged him. And what of the little debacle that brought you into my care, Gwen?"
"Oh, Miss Davina-oh! your finger! ooooh!-I don't want H ... H....Harry to hear!"
"Harry will hear all and may benefit much from it, or not. That is not your concern. Very well, Elise, but the feather again!"
"Miss Davina, Miss Davina, no! Oh, I will tell, I will!"
With a small but distinct sound, Davina's finger withdrew slowly then from the rosy aperture up which it had sunk. Gwen slithered down to the floor and lay on her hip in a posture that displeased Davina, who rolled her over sharply on her back and then, with her toe, pushed her stockinged legs apart while giving me a little wink. Thus now I had the entrancing semi-nudity of Gwen before me on the floor, her cunny moist from the feather and her nipples peeking above the plunging neckline of her chemise like two small strawberries on mounds of snow. Seeing my gaze, Gwen threw one arm over her eyes, but this in turn was thrust away by an imperious Davina.
"Speak, Gwen! I shall count to five, and if you have not then commenced, your fate will be sealed!" she barked.
A little bubbling sob escaped Gwen's pretty lips, her face flushing. Hearing Davina's voice counting already to three, she jerked her open legs with a petulance that I found both devilishly attractive and amusing.
"Oh, it was Papa-he admonished me for removing my drawers here and sitting upon his lap, though I have no recollection whatever of doing that. Mama too upbraided me. It was not fair! Then the next day Papa took the birch to me and made me remove my drawers for it-since, he said, I was making a habit of it. Putting me then to kneel on my bed with my skirt well up, he stung me most terribly with it. I could not help but sob and cry and...."
"And show your bottom and pussy all the more-yes, I am sure," Davina interrupted dryly. "Go on, Gwen!"
"After a d ... d ... dozen strokes my poor bottom was so badly heated and stung that I could bear no more and begged Papa to desist. This he would do, he said, provided I gave him a kiss and promised no more such sins again. Knowing naught else to do, I turned over on my back, believing he would only give me a small kiss. Alas, he seemed possessed of my lips once they had met his and began most naughtily to caress me first up my legs and then ... oh, then between my thighs."
"Where you were no doubt suitably moist for his intentions, yes, Gwen-continue."
"My poor bottom burned so much I could scarce keep still, Papa telling me all the time to keep my legs open that I might cool myself, but then his finger began to twiddle me and make me jerk more. He put his tongue into my mouth, I felt faint and strange. Then he would have me hold his p....p....prick, which he endeavored to loose from his trousers. At that, however, I thought I heard the footsteps of Mama, and being much afeared, I called out lest she enter and surprise us."
"Lest she enter and surprise you? But at your call she would have surely entered-and indeed did. Thereupon you were made the heroine of the affair and your Papa was much scorned. Is that not true, Gwen? Well?"
"Oh, Miss Davina, I did not know what I was doing," Gwen exclaimed in a begging voice that I knew would make no impression whatever on Davina, and indeed it did not.
"You thought to have the best of both worlds, Gwen," Davina said with what sounded like a small sigh. "Count yourself lucky, my girl, that I am going to put you to pleasure."
"Please, Miss Davina, if only you let me go I promise I won't ever, ever do anything like that again, I do. Oh, please!"
"You do not like pleasure?" mocked Davina, stirring Gwen's legs even further apart with the toe of her boot. "Or is it that you are shy to perform in front of others?
We must break you of that, Gwen, just as we have your Mama. Turn over now-on your hands and knees, legs apart and bottom well up. Now!"
"No-ho-ho!" came a choking cry from Gwen, though she made little resistance as Davina's foot levered her over on to her tummy and then by little digs got her in the required "doggy" position with the cleft of her bottom showing perfectly, as did her slit. Shuffling her knees uneasily, Gwen seemed about to stir when Elise again strapped the studded collar about her neck and then stood astride her back, jerking her head up in such wise that Gwen gave a little howl of despair.
Monique moved next,-for all seemingly had been well rehearsed, and in a flash was out of her dress and displaying her ardent, naked curves as she slid to the floor and wriggled deftly under Gwen so that her legs were extended between the girl's arms and her face came immediately under her quim.
"Still, Gwen-still, girl-you are about to be prepared," barked Davina as Gwen-with a divine wriggle of her hips-felt the upwards insinuation of the maid's tongue between the pouting lips of her cunny. A sibilant hiss came from her and then a moan, her head being held back still by the leash.
Seated as I was to the rear of the trio, I had all under my gaze. The top of Monique's head was towards me, as was Gwen's derriere, and thus I could well see the girl's downy nest being delicately kissed and also tongued by a flickering from Monique's lips that gradually gathered speed all around the sweet slit like a warm snake.
"Oooh-ah! Oooh-aaaaah!" Gwen uttered, while Davina sat herself beside me and ran questing fingers over my upright tool, which made a considerable projection in my trousers.
"A few minutes more and you shall have her bottom while Monique's tongue works at her cunt," she said loudly enough for Gwen to hear, bringing an expected wail from her. .
Bidden by one whom I now almost considered my Mistress, I rose and divested myself quickly of my attire-a spectacle that made Davina murmur with approval as she saw my fine and ready state. Commanding me quietly to kneel just behind Gwen, whose cunny was squirming wetly now all over Monique's mouth, Davina came down beside me and stroked my prick gently.
"It is as well that you will have enjoyed both mother and daughter, Harry-a splendid dual exercise for you. Ram her tightly and well, for she must be made to learn better the feel of it. Here, now, you are not the first and by no means shall be the last. Present, now!" Davina said, stilling the ever wilder jerking of Gwen's sweetly fleshed hips and parting her bottom cheeks widely to offer the target to my view.
"No, no, no, Miss Davina!" came a screech from Gwen, whose pink brown hole offered far greater elasticity than I expected as I offered up my knob to the orifice and pressed slowly in. A delicious flickering of Monique's mischievous tongue came then, relinquishing its ardent caresses of Gwen's slit to entertain my balls for a moment.
"Enough, Monique!" laughed Davina. "Get your tongue well in her, hold it there and wriggle it, for she is about to entertain a stouter guest in an even more private place. Come, Harry, be not afraid to pestle her strongly for she has already had a visitor there."
Emitting a soft groan in my pleasure, I seized the hips of Gwen, from which Davina's hands had slid, and, keeping her cheeks apart with my fingers, corked her slowly while she, endeavourig to jerk forwards, was held sternly by Elise, whose legs towered above me. A gurgling moan from Gwen and I was in her to the hilt, feeling the luscious impress of her tight warm bottom into me.
What rapture that was! Her bottom hole and its interior seemed to me to be slightly oiled, it having gathered sufficient secretions from the proximity of Monique's tonguing to allow me to move with comparative ease in her bum, though she clenched so tightly as to all but force me out.
"Hard, Harry, hard!" commanded Davina, who saw all the little rebellious endeavours Gwen made. Gritting my teeth, I obeyed. A little fearful at first to hurt Gwen, I realized now that the minx absorbed me well enough in her tight spongy interior, and hence began to work her vigourously, making her bottom cheeks slap loudly into my belly while she moaned incessantly and Monique's tongue made a wep lapping sound beneath.
"Empty your balls, Harry-take your pleasure-this will not be the only one she will receive today," Davina encouraged me.
"Hoo-ah! Hooooo!" came then from Gwen, who, as I understood afterward, was literally melting into Monique's mouth and quite coating the maid's lips and tongue with her salty effusions. It was a sound, as I sensed, of surrender, and longing to flood this tight little bum as I did, I ejected my sperm in such vibrant shoots that ripples of pleasure ran down Gwen's spine and ended in an ardent undulation of her bottom. Spout after spout came from me, deep into her velvety interior, and then with a succulent plop! I withdrew my steaming weapon and sank back on my haunches, letting it dribble away in the dizzying pleasure of the moment, observing that Gwen's bottom-hole was dribbling too and that Monique's mouth was all smeared with her juices.
"Splendid, splendid," observed Davina, while Elise's tight hold on the leash was relaxed. Monique slipped up in her supple fashion from beneath Gwen, wiping her lips and quickly dressing again. As for myself, I had scarcely put on my boots, trousers, and shirt before the doorbell rang. At its sound, Gwen huddled herself up, sobbing on the carpet and quite hiding her face, which I guessed would then have betrayed quite other than grief.
Davina seemed not surprised at the interruption.
"Oh, let no one come in-I am so shamed!" moaned Gwen, while Monique smoothed down her own dress and hastened towards the hall from whence in a moment a murmuring of voices was heard.
"Be quiet, girl," Davina uttered in her firmest tones, so that quite miraculously Gwen fell into a face-covering silence, presenting the naked orb of her bottom towards the visitors who now entered.
To my total astonishment the one was Sir John and the other a lady I had never seen before, and one of quite glittering beauty. Having apparently peeped through her fingers, Gwen uttered a horrified shriek and endeavoured to roll towards the window curtains to hide herself.
"Sir John, what a pleasure to see you again-and this must be ... your mistress?" Davina asked archly.
"I am indeed. You may call me Pamela," the lady replied coolly, and it was for a moment as if their eyes clashed, relented, and then smiled. Casting her eyes down on the floor where Gwen lay huddled against a further wall, she inclined her head towards Sir John and asked, "This is she? You did not tell me how pretty she was."
"Oh, stop, please! I cannot bear this! Papa, save me!" Gwen sobbed with such an apparent heartbreak in her voice that I believed her tone, though in that I seemed to be alone.
"You are staying awhile?" Davina asked as if no interruption whatever had come from the floor.
Smiling, the lady nodded and slowly stripped off her long suede gloves, which, like her expensive gown, were green, and cast them languidly upon a chair.
"If we may-for an hour or so perhaps. We may take her up?" the lady inquired.
"Of course, my dear. Your intervention, as it happens, is most timely," Davina replied and with a slight jerk of her head sent Elise across the room to draw Gwen to her feet. The latter, hunching up and keeping her black-stockinged legs together, must have presented a remarkable and wanton sight to their eyes. Sir John, however, stood impassive, though I noted that his glances flirted about Gwen's thighs and the profile of her bottom, which of course was naked.
"P ... P ... Papa, no! I must g ... g ... go home, please!" Gwen wailed while endeavouring in vain to draw down the lacy hem of her chemise to conceal her quim.
"She is a trifle silly still, as you see," Davina murmured in a self-excusing tone. "The guest bedroom is the second door on the left above. Shall one of my maids assist you?"
"I think not. Gwen, is it not?" the lady asked, advancing on her so that Gwen hung her head even further and would have doubled over had not Elise held her. "You have nice breasts, darling-beautiful thighs, a lovely bottom. Come, let us have you on the bed."
"Aaaah! No! Papa--oh!"
Gwen's screeches, her sobs, her wails were all in vain. With the hem of her chemise floating up above her naval she was half carried, half dragged, until her cries echoed down the hallway from the stairs. Raising her finger to her lips, Davina smiled and bid Elise, Monique, and I to be still. Standing as statues, we listened. The door having been left open, we could hear all. A smack and a squeal sounded from above-and then, as distinctly, a singing of bedsprings.
"Ah, no, you cannot, you cannot, what is to do?" Gwen cried out despairingly. "Papa, let me go!"
Another smack!-another squeal from Gwen, this time sharper. Then a momentary silence broken only by Gwen's petulant little sobs. I heard the bed creak-a gasp from Gwen-then the lady's voice quite clearly.
"Hold her, John, while I undress and then you may get your clothes off."
Regal as a queen, Davina then moved to the door and closed it.
"Really, we should not be listening," she laughed, "and besides, Harry, you have to be attended to now!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Davina's practice of giving me free rein and then putting me into a species of servitude was now more apparent than ever, as I in turn was bundled up while Davina ever cautioned Elise and Monique to be quiet, "so that our guests might not be disturbed."
I resisted not, partly knowing it to be of no use and also because my enslavement to this enchanting creature was becoming ever more complete. Passing the door of the guest room, I heard soft, muffled gasps that could have come only from Gwen. Then I was led by the two maids into the bedroom where I had previously slept.
"Harry-or is it Harriet now?" Elise laughed. "We shall make such a pretty thing of you. Off with your clothes now, for you are to be nicely arrayed." A perfect flurrying of their hands then took me. Having not all my clothes on, it took not long to strip me and for Monique to bring a bowl of warm water and wash my cock and balls, which, as may be imagined, caused some disturbance in that region so that both looked quite longingly upon my penis as it thickened.
"Madame will not like it, though," Monique murmured, which seemed to me a strange remark since she had lingered about my tool long enough to get it to thicken.
"You are right," Elise replied, whereat they fetched a small jug and while Monique held the bowl beneath my balls, caused me to gasp out loudly as she trickled cold water around my cock so that it immediately wilted and hung limp.
"Aaaah!" I shuddered while the two merely laughed at my momentary discomfort and then thrust me backwards so that I sat on the bed.
"His stockings first," Elise announced, "and no nonsense about it, Harry, or we shall call Madame up. Now then, your left foot first, sir, please."
What an extraordinary sensation that was to have my legs sheathed in stockings for the first time. The feeling was delicate and not without a tinge of sensuousness, particularly when niched scarlet and red garters were slid up my legs. Being bid to stand, I did so, finding my legs trembling unconscionably and experiencing yet more assured movements, this time from Monique, who, bringing a small waist corset to my front, hugged it against me and clipped it tightly up my back with hooks and eyes, so drawing my waist in with a constriction I had never before experienced.
"How sweet!" exclaimed Elise, clapping her hands, "now let us try the shoes."
Being handled, as I was, like a baby, I was again sat down while a pair of black female shoes were put on me, somewhat to cramping my toes so that I wrinkled my face up when being forced to stand again.
"A little rouge would not now go amiss," Monique said and therewith applied it to my cheeks as well as to my lips, which I was warned not to lick. Turned all about I was then inspected and found evidently to their satisfaction, for a floor mirror on a stand was wheeled forward and there, with many smiles on their part, I was allowed to see myself. Bizarre as the first impression seemed, I looked not entirely as odd as I thought. My legs, being reasonably slender, matched well into the stockings while the tight-lacing of my waist gave me a semblance of girlish hips, on which both Elise and Monique complimented me.
"What think you, Harry?" Monique asked with a laugh, but before giving me time to reply added, "There is one more adornment for you-bend your neck."
I caught not in my vision what she held, seeing only a glint, as of metal, behind her back. The clink of a chain came to my ears and then was a broad silver collar slipped about my neck. Fastening it with a click at the back, Monique then let the chain from it dangle down my back before taking it up in her hand.
"Our pretty captive with a useful cock-now forward, darling, for you are to be put to good usage," Elise declared and, opening the door, prodded me out so that I walked-or rather teetered in the unusual, high-heeled shoes-along the corridor with Monique keeping the chain taut from behind. Expecting as I did that we would pass the door of the guest room as quietly as before, I yet found myself drawn to a halt. Placing her hand upon the doorknob, Elise turned it and threw the door wide open.
The double bed within was covered by a quilt of white and gold, upon which Gwen lay on her back. Behind her knelt the lady, who, bending over her, held her arms widespread in a cross. Naked to her stockings as the lady now was, she offered to my gaze the most beautiful and arrogant of bottoms as well as a thick cluster of dark brown curls about her quim. Seemingly dazed, Gwen lay quiescent with both lips and eyes open and her knees drawn up. Upon her lay Sir John who was moving his thick penis steadily back and forth between the lips of her cunt.
"Plow her well, darling, for you have enough in your balls for both of us," the lady murmured, seemingly undisturbed by their public appearances in this manner. I had expected perhaps to be drawn into the lubricious scene, but instead I watched the door quietly closed again by Elise.
"What a dullard Gwen is-she will need her bottom whipped more than I thought. The silly girl was not even wriggling her bottom to him," Elise remarked, and then on we went to a door at the end of the hallway which was cast open quickly. Seeing what lay within, I started back but received from Monique a sly kick at my buttocks.
"In with you," she commanded, while Elise, taking hold of my half-limp member from the front, made sure that I obeyed. For it was not, as I had anticipated, a bedroom. To the wall facing the door were affixed a series of bars ranged above one another. In the centre of the room stood a type of vaulting horse while to the rear of that was a divan. All seemed black and sombre for the curtains were tightly drawn, but then Elise-flitting around before us-applied a lucifer to several lamps, which thereupon glowed with a rosy light that gave a certain transformation to the atmosphere. For the first time then a seizure of real apprehension was upon me as the girls pulled me towards the bars.
"Elise-Monique-do not tie me!" I begged, for I guessed their intent even as I was turned about and my buttocks pressed against the lower iron rods.
"Oh, have we a little rebellion here, then?" Elise laughed and quick as a flash held one wrist, which she secured by a kind of manacle to the bar which ran parallel with my shoulder, while Monique did the same with the other. My feet drawn apart, my ankles were then also secured.
"How long am I to remain here? Oh, please do not!" I begged, for I had a strange fear of being left alone in this manner in such a room.
"As long as Madame wishes. She is rather busy at the moment," Monique replied more briskly than she had previously spoken. "When she does come up, Harry, she will expect to find your cock in a limp state. Be careful that you do not have naughty thoughts and bring it up. You will be perfectly safe here and no one will enter other than Madame and her guest. She intends a little entertainment then. Come, Elise, or the very proximity of us may give him a cockstand again."
"What guest?" I called, but without their replying the door closed upon them and I was left to my thoughts. Davina did not intend me ill, I knew. My apprehensions-brief as they had been-melted away, though I wondered much upon Monique's last remark while also endeavouring not to let my mind become inflamed with thoughts of what was occurring in the bedroom into which we had looked. I thought Gwen still to be a tease, and a small enigma in her way. Davina had also sensed this, though perhaps she took it for perverseness. Entertaining har father's cock as well as his Mistress's tongue for the first time, she could surely not become anything other than intoxicated with the sensations, yet as had been remarked, she had lain inert as if overawed by the circumstances of her seduction.
The thought also occurred to me that the lady in question was not in reality a total stranger to Davina, though they had wished to make it appear so. Whichever way I turned-it seemed-I met questions that remained tauntingly unanswered. Why was I dressed now as a girl and why did it add, as it truly did, to my erotic sensations?
I diverge at this point, however, for the reader may tire of such endless questions even as I at certain points did. The lady, as it transpired-and all this I learned much later-was a cousin of Davina's who had been early inspired to follow her example. By dint of feminine cajolery and not a little pussy-licking, which Davina much enjoyed when a long, twirling tongue was artfully employed, her cousin had acquired from her the art of mesmerism, though under condition of not using it save by Davina's instructions.
Sir John, as it later appeared, had arrived with her under the influence of her will, which in part explained his peculiar silence at the beginning. Intending to indulge him and also to demonstrate to him the power of her skills, she had put him to Gwen, who thus had her first creaming from his cock. Thus had I seen him through the open door-knowing and yet unknowing as he had been. Only when he was on the point of coming was he awoken to the true nature of his pleasure. Being too late to withdraw-and doubtless not being minded to in any event-he spouted in her mightily while covering her with kisses.
Even then, as was reported to me, Gwen scarce moved her hips or bottom even while enjoying the powerful injection, proclaiming that she could not believe such a thing could happen to her and that she had believed it to be a dream. Perceiving this as sly hypocrisy, Davina's cousin-not to the little astonishment of Sir John, who perhaps not unnaturally had thought the same-all but hauled Gwen out from under him and proceeded to give her such a rare spanking as Gwen had never before received. Howling and kicking, she suddenly went limp, for her clitty was being artfully twiddled at the same time by the lady's other hand. A delicious series of orgasms shook her and she lay still, though not for long.
Sir John's excitement at this spectacle had been great and his cock reared to full stand again, for Gwen's round and rosy bottom now enticed his lusts as his lady intended it should. Sprawling upon her tummy as she then was, Gwen knew naught of the parental renaissance until she felt her hips lifted and her bottom presented to her sire, who had knelt upon the bed.
"There, dear-here is your target and one in which you should have pleasured yourself long ago," announced his lady while straddling Gwen's back and holding her glowing bottom cheeks apart.
Thus, as it seems, brought a screech from Gwen, who, however, could move neither forwards nor back, so strongly did the stockinged legs grip her. Moistening her aperture with her finger, Davina's cousin then presented the ruddy helmet of Sir John's cock to the selfsame enchanting channel which I myself had already lubricated.
"The deuce of it, Gwen shall have my cock there as I always intended," proclaimed he, and to many wriggles from his daughter corked her so solidly and well that they were as two dogs in heat, until at last the cooling draught was impelled by Nature's force within her-and Gwen had received her first double accolade.
So began the progession which Davina intended for her as a "plaything," though it was never meant unkindly for my mistress had gauged the girl well. Petulant and full of pretense as she remained for several weeks thereafter, Gwen was finally tamed by dint as much of her own awoken desires as of the implacable actions of Davina.
I remember well one summer night some months later when at a discreet little gathering Gwen acted as one of several maids, serving drinks and sweetmeats to the guests and doing so with the most demure of expressions, albeit that she, like the other young females under training, was attired in but a corset, stockings, shoes, and a filmy robe that left nothing of her treasures hid. Her bottom, I might say, grew quite rosy during these proceedings, for a number were inspired to pat it or give it loving little smack, as they did to the other maids.
Being called to bring a trayful of glasses of champagne, Gwen was made then to stand perfectly still under strict command not to let a drop spill while inquiring fingers sought between her thighs and between her bottom cheeks, which were much praised for their bold chubbiness. On such occasions Gwen's eyes would bulge a little and her face grow hot while she endeavoured to keep her legs from trembling and the champers not to spill. The penalty for so doing was to accept the first cock or the first quim that was presented to her tongue, and such was the merriment that at one time all four serving maids were to be seen thoroughly splashed with champagne (which made their robes deliriously and completely transparent) while being fucked or gamahuched.
Such pleasures in fact became my occasional rewards, as did the conveyance to me by Davina of all confidences as to what passed-these being meant to tease me or arouse me to the pleasures of my Mistress, whichever she then intended. Sometimes I would be allowed to do this or that, she would say to me, and gradually I learned that such spoken promises were never finally withheld, though I might be prevented for weeks from enjoying them.
However, I have truly diverged and gone rather more into the future than I intended. For the nonce I was immured in this strange room with its pink lamps. My arms ached. After half an hour had passed, Monique entered to inspect me, bringing a glass of lemonade, which she brought to my lips to drink, and then making me chew upon several biscuits-for I must keep up my strength, as she said.
"When shall I be let go? What is happening?" I asked.
"Do not ask me," was all the reply I received, and then as at no previous time did I feel the strange erotic power of Davina hanging over every room and cranny of the mansion. At times, as has been seen, she allowed Monique and Elise some rein and even put up with their mischievous behavior. At others, as now, they subdued their naturally ebullient spirits and came completely under her will, as it was their final pleasure to do, for none could become trapped in the broad fine net of her spirit and not adore her.
Monique had been pleased to find that my cock hung limp still-a condition that I had with some desperation willed it to. It hung thickly, the knob half absorbed back into my foreskin, with my balls slung as heavy as ever. Straightening my stockings a trifle, Monique surveyed me in silence and then attended to my lip rouge, which had smeared a little, telling me I must look at my best for it was a special occasion.
"What a pretty girl you make and how I would love to kiss you and caress your gartered thighs, Harry, and dandle your prick," she murmured, giving quite a sigh so that my prick actually stirred, which she noticed, giving it a little warning tap with her finger.
"No, it must not be naughty or it will be slipped into a different pot from the one intended," she laughed. "Have patience, Harry, and all will be well. You might count yourself the luckiest in the county if only you knew it."
At that I begged again to be told what was to happen, but as silently and quickly as she. had entered, so she went, leaving my lips feeling thicker with rouge than before and my garters-drawn up higher-tighter than I had previously experienced, which gave me a certain tingling in my balls.
The silence then seemed intense. No sounds reached me from beyond, the door being thick and the walls stout. I thought of the "entertainment" which had been spoken of and what it would be when suddenly the doorhandle turned again. Elise entered, leaving it half closed, and moving quietly, extinguished all but one of the lamps.
"Do not speak," she hissed, "you are to make no sound at all."
The single lamp now made the rooms look even more bizarre; yet-the air being scented with lavender-I felt strangely lulled, strung out open-armed and open-legged as I was, though with the high heels of my rather tight shoes planted firmly on the floor. Then came a slight tap as of a toe hitting the door, and it swung wide to reveal two further figures.
Dim as the light was, I perceived that the first was Harriet. Davina, immediately to her rear, carried her small, many-thonged black whip.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Her eyes being unaccustomed to the comparative dimness within, Harriet did not at first perceive who I was, though she started back at the bizarre impression I presented and would have turned in the doorway had not Davina given her a little push and closed the door behind her.
The picture that my elder sister presented was dazzling and voluptuous in the extreme, for she was dressed-or undressed-exactly as I. All in fact was on display to me such as I never dreamed to see. The tight-lacing of her black waist corset, which left the snowy orbs of her tits bare, made her hips and bottom flare out in the most wanton manner. Her bush was dark and luxuriant with curls, which massed tightly around her mount. The ivory columns of her thighs tapered down to perfectly rounded knees and slim calves.
My cock rose at the sight of her. There was no help for it. In but seconds I displayed a full erection with the foreskin drawn back from my gleaming knob, which itself tremored ardently. Then with a cry Harriet recognized me and would have again turned had not Elise seized her neck and shoulders and, with Davina's help, forced her down over the padded top of the trestle which faced me. Straps that were attached to its legs by rivets were quickly snapped about Harriet's thighs so that she had no help for it but to waver helplessly with her naked breasts bobbing heavily, or allow herself to be bent full over-as she did-while then her wrists were secured to the legs of the trestle.
"Oh! what would you do with me! The shame of this!" she cried, I being presented with the sight of her arched back, her bowed shoulders and dangling tits, and part of the cleft of her bottom, which she haplessly offered up to Davina.
"You will learn soon enough to call it something other than that," Davina replied briskly. "Be proud of the cockstand you have given your brother, my pet, for it will be not the last of his that you will see. Do you not like him as a girl? You will both rub your stockinged legs together soon enough. The whip, Elise!"
"Harry, do not let them!" shrieked Harriet, forgetful that I was bound as securely as she, her head bowed just below me and but a few feet in front of me.
Exchanging places with her Mistress, Elise had meanwhile taken up that which I was to learn Davina called her "teasewhip." It possessed some eighteen thongs, each of about twenty-four inches long, cut in thin black leather strips. The carved wooden handle was a foot in extent and ribbed so that it would not slip in the palm. At a single flick the tips of the thongs would spray out bitingly over the bottom of the appointed "victim"-not slashing, as I say, but nipping and burning in a manner that caused hips to writhe voluptuously.
At the first sizzling strike of the thongs, Harriet bit off a scream and would have thrust the trestle forward had it not been secured firmly to the floor. Scarce had she recovered from the stinging bits, however, than Elise brought it up under her bottom, causing her to gawp and sob while, her luscious bottom gave the most enticing of wriggles.
"I beg of you stop, I beg you, I beg!" my sister moaned, while I with rearing cock could feel my balls swelling under the erotic anguish of the spectacle. Dearly and traitorously did I wish that she had been turned over the bar with her bottom facing me, but such a treat was not yet intended. Ignoring her pleas, Elise hissed the thongs in again to the full extent of their length, doing so by a most dexterous wrist action which ensured their full splaying over Harriet's squirming orb.
Therewith, and while sobs gulped from her throat, Davina fisted Harriet's long hair and drew her head up so that she was forced to direct her gaze on to my wickedly upstanding tool.
"Regard, Harriet, how well hung he is. Ah! you dare to close your eyes? Elise-a full dozen more, and sweep them well up beneath her bottom for she must learn to lift it well," commanded. Davina while I-twisting restlessly in my splayed position on the bars-bumped my buttocks against the unyielding iron which served only to stir my desires further.
"Whoo-hooo-hoooo!" Harriet sobbed, for now she was being afforded a faster snapping of the thongs, whose tips sought even into the cleft of her plump der-riere while her glazed eyes stared upon my risen prick and balls.
So deftly and rapidly did Elise handle the teasewhip that a full dozen strokes seemed to be effected in no time, though it must not have seemed so to my sister, whose otherwise firm and pale-fleshed bottom was speckled all over with pink dots at the conclusion of what Davina was pleased to call "an interval of training."
Harriet's shuddering sobs seemed to fill the room, her lips quavering and moist, her tongue lolling as Davina continued holding up her head in order that she might take full view of my aroused genitals. Then, satisfied that she had heated Harriet's rear well, Elise discarded the whip and took up a feather such as had been employed upon Gwen. Twirling it in her fingers so that the long, narrow tip curled upwards, Elise first supplied it keep with Harriet's bottom cleft and began to tickle it up and down in long sweeping movements such as made my sister's eyes bulge.
A stuttering screech came from her and the pink tip of her tongue appeared as if trapped between her white teeth, I then divining that the feather's tip was working in her bottom-hole.
"Does it itch, does it tingle, Harriet, does it burn sweetly enough? You will have something sturdier soon there. Head well up now, dear, for you must learn," intoned Davina, who now loosed my sister's hair and cupped her palm firmly under Harriet's chin.
"St ... st ... st ... Sto-oppppp!" Harriet squealed while Elise merely chuckled and, withdrawing the maddening feather from my sister's secret orifice, knelt behind her and commenced twiddling her quim with it in such a way that thin, high-pitched shrieks bubbled up from Harriet's throat. "Yeee-heeee-nynnnng!" she gritted.
"She needs a cock, Madame. She is tight and warm within both channels and not a little moist-what a well-fleshed bottom she has," Elise said.
"Her time for pleasuring will come later," Davina declared and of a sudden let go of Harriet's chin so that her head slumped once more while the most delirious cries welled up from her and her face shook from side to side.
"Be certain that she comes now-work it well around her clitty," Davina instructed.
At that I saw Harriet's shoulders quiver and strain. Her head lifted, fell. A thin bubbling cry came from her and her hips worked tempestuously. Then with a divine shudder she fell limp while Elise rose victoriously, displaying the glistening end of the feather, which Harriet's love juices had bedewed.
"Up with her!" Davina commanded at that and assisted in the unstrapping of Harriet's wrists and thighs until she could be drawn up, her eyes closed, her head slumping on her shoulder. Her divine legs tremored, causing the heels of her shoes to judder on the floor. Elise, gazing at me briefly and not without amused sorrow at my thoroughly aroused condition, then looked to Davina in such a manner that a question seemed to pass unspoken between them.
"No-it is too soon-take her out, Elise. She may rest for a moment, then I shall have a few things to say to her."
Quite dazed, I watched my sister's retreat, urged out as she was by Elise, who had recovered the whip and held it dangling against Harriet's naked bottom. The door being left ajar, Davina then untied me without a word, disdaining to touch my quivering cock, which so longed for attention. Not daring to lay my longing hands upon her, I stood forlorn. Taking my elbow then, she hustled me out and led me to a small room between the bedrooms that was little more than a cell. A single bed ran along one wall, which was but plastered roughly. Beside the bed stood a cabinet, upon which was a bowl filled with water and a glass. A few biscuits resided in a cracked china bowl. High up in the further wall was a small window, which admitted some light. My own clothes were not in evidence, nor anything else.
Pushing me roughly on the bed, Davina stood over me. Smiling in a manner that betokened victory rather than pleasure as such, she daintily raised her dress until her belly and her busy thatch were finally presented to my gaze. Her legs being held straight and apart, I could see distinctly the lips of her quim offering their succulent peeping through her curls.
"Had I blindfolded you in that room, turned you about once or twice and then put your cock to a slit, you would have not known nor little cared whether it was mine, your sister's, or Elise's, would you?" she asked sharply, causing me to wince as she nipped my nostrils between her thumb and forefinger. "Answer! The truth now!" she snapped.
Tears glistened in my eyes as she released my nose. "It is true," I blurted, for I could say no other-neither would I have dared say that I would have preferred Harriet to her.
"Such is the nature of the male," Davina replied, lowering her skirt. "The male ruts to feel the divine itching sensations of fucking, caring little wherein he spills his sperm. In so doing he would subjugate the female to his whims-make her the mere vessel of his spermatic outpourings. The female receives and sometimes enjoys. Men are by habit often too crude and rushed in their proceedings. I would have it otherwise, Harry. Females, unlike men, can enjoy the pleasure of one another's company in bed and with infinitely more sensuousness than they are accorded by their opposites. It is thus in my philosophy for women to be pleasured by males at their command and leisure, and not vice versa. Females frequently require training for this. I divide them up by instinct-those, such as Harriet, who are destined to mastery of the male, and those, such as Gwen, whose cunnies, bottoms, and lips are mere pleasure pots for the taking."
My dolefulness showed, causing her to smile.
"I then am as all males in your eyes-and yet I would not be," I implored, my cock still stemming stiffly up from my seated position on the edge of the bed.
"Have I said as much, Harry?" she replied to my heart-pounding delight. "You are more specially chosen than you sometimes think yourself to be, for I required someone of sensitivity and imaginationn, someone whom I can manipulate and turn to my will, someone who would adore me," she said in such an understanding tone that I burst into tears, my sobs being uncontrollable and willed in great part-as she knew-by the frustration I had just sustained.
Then did a little miracle occur, for while I was so crying, Davina thrust me back, my stockinged legs dangling over the side of the bed and-swooping-fastened her mouth upon my straining cock. I shuddered, cried, grasped at air, so delicious was the sensation of those warm sucking lips, which absorbed good inches of my cock within them.
"Aaargh!" I groaned, while steadily she sucked, moving her fingers beneath her mouth gently up and down around my stem, slimed as it became with her saliva. Pushing my legs back and up, she thus frustrated me from rising, the suction of her mouth growing every stronger so that I was on the very tip of loosing my sperm when she relinquished my prick and stood up.
"Remember ever, Harry, that one who cries and sobs is easily taken. I shall amuse myself at times by giving you females thus, though their tears will betoken not grief but a helpless excitement at being driven into the very wantonness that they have ever previously avoided. Have no remorse therefore in pumping them strongly, for even an occasionally dominant female may be put thus to play. Get up!"
I obeyed. My legs shook, my mouth quavered even as Harriet's had done.
"Oh, why do you treat me so? Why did you not do it?" I stammered.
Calmly she smiled and gripped my moist erection. "How else am I to keep you tamed, Harry? Were I to have let you fuck me upon your first or second encounter, I would merely have increased your rutting desires for the next female you met. No, my boy, you are to be under my control for as long as I wish and you will be more pleasured thereby than you think. Turn and look-kneel up on the bed and slide that little shutter across."
That which she indicated was a simple square of wood, as I had thought of it, but at a touch now of my fingers it slid aside and I found myself gazing into the adjoining bedroom where Harriet lay facing me upon her back with her legs apart and her knees drawn back. None but muffled gasps came from me as I perceived what was happening. Sprawled on her face before her so that her rosy bottom presented itself well to me was Monique, who, with her face deeply buried between my sister's lush thighs, was lapping contentedly at her slit. Squatting above Harriet's face meanwhile was Elise-equally naked. One hand, thrust down under her bottom and just emerging therefrom, clipped Harriet's nose between tight fingers while the other and freer hand cupped my sister's chin, holding it back, while Elise squirmed and rubbed her pussylips over Harriet's mouth.
Tossing and gasping as she tried to, Harriet was nevertheless well secured. Holding her legs strongly, Monique pressed them back further toward her belly and surged her tongue back and forth in the adorable girl's cunny.
"Oh! oh! she tickles me so I want to pee!" Elise laughed, rolling her bottom all about.
"Ah, do not, or Madame will be displeased. Piss in the pot and give her but a little trickle of it," blurted Monique, who was then constrained to hold a jerking Harriet by glidding full upon her body while Elsie attended to her needs by springing off the bed and bouncing upon a pot, which received her gushing salute. The curly hairs of her quim well wettened then, she made a tigress's leap back upon Harriet, who-while Monique slid back down and attended again to licking her slit-was forced to accept the golden droplets in her mouth.
"Oh, she has her tongue in, the delicious girl-it excites her!" laughed Elise, who threw her head back in the apparent rapture of the moment while I could distinctly see Harriet's Adam's apple bobbing.
My pleasure was meanwhile tripled by Davina, who, placing herself upon the bed beside me, handled my prick luringly again before snapping the shutter closed.
"You see what naughty little tricks women do get up to," she sighed. "How prettily Emily will twirl her tongue in the same wise when I bring her to it. Yes, darling, you may come now-rub it against my belly," she commanded, raising her dress anew and hugging my rampant cock between us so that it urged against the silky, curing skin. "How bad you are, Harry," she laughed huskily, twisting her mouth away from mine this way and that so that I could not capture it, though I succeeding in cupping her naked bottom. Throwing back her head as Elise had done so that my kisses rained passionately on her swan-like neck, she began to work her hips sinuously, thus enraging my near-bursting penis even more. Then of a sudden her forefinger quested between the cheeks of my buttocks, the tapered tip inserting itself to the first knuckle within me there and bringing a rattling gasp from my throat. "Yes, you naughty girl, yes!" Davina moaned. Her belly shimmered. She was coming! Couched tightly between us, my cock spurted out its thick jets and pellets of sperm while her moving finger, urging me gently on, made my loins melt and flood her belly and thighs with my spurting juice.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Several days passed in which I found myself mainly alone, though free to wander about the house and grounds at will. I had now little or no intention of returning home and wondered much about the surprise and solemnity that might prevail there, though in fact it was not so, as I discovered later.
My mother seemingly made it known that I was to stay away for a period. Harriet, having been returned home the same day as her whipping, said nothing and lay wrapped much in thought, I heard, though Emily grew curious as to all the comings and goings. Possessing as she did a divine innocence, however, no thought evidently occurred to her other than a vague apprehension that I was "learning something," as indeed I was. At times my thoughts would go into turmoil, particularly as during Davina's mysterious absences both Monique and Elise would revert to treating me as their superior.
"Of course. They are trained to it," Davina observed to me when I remarked upon it, expressing herself, thus, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Were you to fuck one of them in my absence, I would permit no complaints from them. It is common enough that female servants are often had over the table by their masters, is it not?"
My consternation plainly showed, for she laughed, recognising as she did that I knew not when to believe her or not. I was as a top spinning beneath her whip, I thought. It was a simile that would have pleased her. We were seated upon her return in her private sitting room, whose sofas and armchairs were covered in red plush, the arms stringed with gold braid along which her slender fingers would play and tease. Asking timidly about the reasons for her absence, I was told only that she had been pleasuring herself, though I believed this was intended more to tease than to inform.
Sweeping her arms back behind her head and resting back on a sofa-a posture that made her firm breasts even more prominent-she cast a proud eye about the walls of the room, which were lined with purple silk and decorated with mirrors framed in ornate gold and blue designs and several delicate watercolor paintings of rural scenes, one being in miniaturised imitation of Constable's masterpiece "The Haywagon."
Drawing upon a Turkish cigarette which protruded from a long ivory holder banded with black rings, Davina blew curling trails of smoke into the air, her eyes smoldering, as ofttimes they did, so that she seemed possessed of inner fires. I, who had had no satisfaction for almost a full week but to frig myself, smouldered in my loins-a fact which did not escape my mistress as she observed the hump in my trousers.
"Is that for me?" she asked with an ever teasing smile. "I will have it satisfied today, for you have been very good. Selina is coming. Did I tell you?"
Of course she had not, but it was often her way of speaking when she wished to have me surprised.
"There will be a little entertainment, Harry, and you shall play your part in it without frustration this time.
My only request is that you should dress nicely for it. You will not mind?"
This being so artlessly requested, and I having nothing but to obey in any event, merely nodded happily. I had no doubt that she meant what she said about my own participation in whatever was to follow, and at a snap of her fingers, I allowed myself to be taken upstairs by Elise and Monique, who duly bathed and perfumed me and then attired me once more in stockings and shoes, though this time without a corset, they saying that I would look just as pretty in a brief, lacy chemise, which left my aroused genitals fully exposed. Then was rouge applied to my cheeks and lips, together with kohl, which outlined my eyes expressively. My stockings were gartered first with bands of elastic whereby they might hold up tightly, and these bands were then covered or camouflaged with ribbons of pink silk, which Monique tied into rosettes at the sides of my thighs.
"What a perfect girl you make-except for your naughty big cock," she sighed and wetted the knob a little with her lips, which made me jerk and sigh. My stalk erect, I was then led down, being advised by both the maids to enter the drawing room as daintily as I could. There I was met again by Davina, who clapped her hands with pleasure at my new transformation and made me twirl about to show my naked buttocks.
Watched as I was being still by the two maids, I felt a curious excitement again at being so attired and felt even a trifle shy, as a girl might if she were so put on show.
"It robs you not of your manhood, but indeed enhances it," Davina told me, taking hold of my stiff cock but remaining before me at arm's length so that my prong was forced down a little. Then, turning and maintaining her grip upon me, she led me to a straight-backed chair that had been placed in a corner of the room and there bade me sit. "I am going to tie you, Harry, though it is simply to curb any impetuousness you might feel. Selina will get the most pleasant of surprises at seeing what a fine sturdy prick you have. She shall have indeed the choice of two this afternoon, though she knows it not."
And with those words my ankles were taken apart and secured by small straps to the bottoms of the legs of the chair, as were my wrists to the arms. No sooner was this effected, as it happened, that the knocker sounded at the door, bringing a deep blush to my cheeks at the realisation that I was going to be surprised already in this condition.
"Silence, Harry, is golden-remember," Davina advised me and then seated herself formally, taking up a book, while Elise answered the door, took such cloaks and coats as were necessary, and ushered the guests in.
Selina's gaze fell upon me immediately. How truly voluptuous she looked, attired as she was in a very pale pink silk dress that floated freely about her ankles while sheathing her magnificent hips, bottom, and tits closely so that her womanhood was freely delineated. With her came a man I did not recognise but who was quickly identified by reason of the use of his name as Selina's brother, Tbrrio.
He was a husky man of some forty years of age, dark of hair and with remarkable blue eyes. Seeing me, he appeared to freeze in his tracks until Davina with an imperious gesture motioned him to a small sofa which held its back to me. Contrariwise, Selina was placed in an armchair so that she had a full view of my condition, though her eyes betrayed little more than the deepest interest in the proportions of my upstanding prick.
"Like father like son, is it not?" Davina smiled, gesturing towards me, while Torrio-from such movements as I could see of his-fiddled nervously with his cravat, having uttered not a word!
To this Selina merely nodded and averted her gaze from my cock.
"I am glad that you came merely because I wished you to, Selina," Davina observed with a certain tightening in her voice which I felt was brought about by Selina's lack of response. "Now, tell me how you have behaved yourself," she continued, making Selina dart her eyes rather nervously all about the room. Was this the selfsame temptress, I wondered, who had bedded with Mama and Papa? Still I knew little enough of the ever-changing moods of women.
"Oh, as to that, it has been somewhat boring-a few balls, a hunting party, some crochet work in which I have indulged myself," Selina replied languidly.
Her air of slyly keeping her distance, however, vanished abruptly as Davina clapped her hands together sharply and brought Elise and Monique in at the trot.
"She will not answer the question," Davina told them simply.
"She was frequently wilful, Madame, was she not?" Monique replied to this, advancing immediately upon Selina as did Elise, while Torrio continued sitting in his statuesque pose. Bending down over Selina, Elise stroked her velvety cheek as if the two were sisters rather than servant and superior.
"You must tell madame," Elise purred. "Do you not know what you were brought here for?"
"Oh, how dare you!" Selina responded and jumped up, which movement was allowed, for Elise stepped back quite courteously. "Davina, I will not tolerate ... ouch!" Selina squealed, her words broken off as Monique, moving sinuously behind her, seized the back of her luxuriant dark hair and forced her head up to the ceiling while so pressing her other hand into the small of the beautiful woman's back that Selina's hands could only claw helplessly at the air.
"Up with her skirt and remove her drawers," Davina commanded, her words being so smoothly and rapidly obeyed by Elise that in but a flash the entrancing vision of Selina's bared belly, thick black thatch, and stockinged thighs was there for all to see, struggling madly as she was but having no help but to display herself.
"Let me go-let me go!-oh, I hate you!" she screeched. "How dare servants handle me in this way! Torrio, do not look!"
"Such a mood, such a mood!" Davina laughed, springing up now and advancing upon her friend to palpitate her superb arse, her thighs, and her quim with knowing fingers. "Are we not a little Madame today, Selina?" she teased. "Whose cock will you have first, my pet-or shall you try both together? What an entertainment that will prove. Torrio!"
He seemed to veritably leap up from his seat at that barked command-for so it seemed to be. And yet as with equal uncertainty, he again sat while Davina's long legs carried her across to him, pursued by Selina's cries of "Beasts! Oh, you are beasts!"
"Have you not long learned to obey me, Torrio?" asked Davina softly.
Whether his lips moved or what expression his visage contained I knew not, for his back remained to me. Neither could I be certain whether the apparent gestures of Davina's hands were such as drew him into a mesmeric trance or not. At all events a croaking sound seemed to come from him, while my agitated gaze remained upon the sumptuous curves of Selina. Her hair had been loosed, but her wrists were held behind her by Monique while Elise stood on guard, occasionally tucking Selina's skirt more tightly around her waist. Petulantly she kicked and for that received a smart slap on the bottom from Elise, who within the province of my own experience had quite a stinging palm.
The screech of outrage that issued from Selina merged then into a veritable howl as her brother was seen to rise and begin to divest himself of his clothes. In a moment he was naked, his brawny muscles rippling, his balls seeming as large as a carthorse's, and the size of his prick not far behind that of a donkey's.
"No! I will not! I will not again! How you disgrace me, Davina-and you, Torrio. Have you no shame! Ah, you incestuous beasts, I shall not let you, I shall-"
Smack! Quick as a bolt of lightning Davina had wheeled about, retraced the few steps she had taken, and brought her palm stingingly across the cheek of Selina, whose eyes bulged, her lips wobbling in a soundless cry.
"The sweet innocent you play today, Selina, is it?" hissed Davina. "Has not your brother had at your bottom before this and before my very eyes? We shall see as to the truth of your behaviour in these past weeks. Balls and hunting parties, indeed! I doubt not that you have enjoyed the liquid churnings of the former and that you have indulged in a little hunting yourself."
"I have not, I have not! Oh, how can you say this of me! How can you let me be degraded so, Davina," sobbed Selina, upon whose right cheek lingered still the impress of Davina's slap over which pearling tears now trickled.
Ah, to see her thus-she who had frotted Papa's prick and even delved her tongue no doubt in my darling Mama's grotto! Her full hips writhed, evidently seeking to disembarrass themselves of a finger which probed between the magnificent hemispheres of her bottom while Torrio's cock-having erected itself with a certain lordly magnificence-stood a third again as large as my own, his thighs like small treetrunks and a matt of black hair half covering his bull-like chest.
"No, no, no, no!" Selina continued to moan, and I understood then better what Davina had told me of a crying female as gorgeously fleshed as she and how devilish such an attraction can prove. Quite ignored by her impassive captors as she was, I was then released from my bonds, counting it utterly bizarre and yet most fervently thrilling to stand in waiting with Selina's brother for this moment.
"Lit down, my pet, upon this rug and keep your legs well apart," my divine mistress instructed me. Doing so, I found myself gazing up in total rapture between the thighs of Selina on my left. Full-bodied as she was and yet not run to fat, but firm and curvaceous everywhere, she presented as tasty a sight of feminine pulchritude as ever I have seen. The rolled lips of her cunny, pale pink as they were, protruded enchantingly through her nest of black curls. That she knew her fate I doubted not, for her feet slurred on the carpet and would have kicked me again had she not been literally thrown down upon me so that I made no bones about clasping her tightly beneath her armpits while her belly rolled silkily on my stiff pego.
"You dare-you dare, Davina!" she shrieked, such sheer disobedience as I saw it then bringing from Monique a resounding smack! on her bare bottom, which for the moment seemed to quieten her save for her helpless sobs, her face buried against my shoulder.
"Up with her and put her to him!" Davina spat, and there was no help for it then as Selina's broad-curving hips were lifted deftly by the maids, who placed themselves on either side of her.
The anguished howl that came then from Selina seemed to surpass in volume all the other cries she had uttered. Quickly maneuvered, the knob of my throbbing tool was brushed deliciously against her cleft and then slipped in. Sobbing her protests, that luscious channel of reception was then eased down full on to my cock, which inch by inch sank up within her, savouring as it did the velvety, moist clenching of her vaginal walls, which the agitations of her hips served only to increase.
"Now, Torrio," came Davina's voice whereupon I-realising that Selina was to be forced to enjoy a double entry such as I had never even thought of before-raised my stockinged legs smartly and, wrapping them tightly around her waist, so imprisoned her.
"Nooo, nooo, nooo, nooooof" Selina shrieked, while over her heaving shoulders I saw her brother drop to his knees behind her and felt distinctly the parting of her bumcheeks the better that her rosette might be exposed to his huge knob.
Heave as she tried, Selina could not escape. Even the tiniest movements of her supple hips were pure heaven to me in such a situation, I keeping my ankles tightly locked while a great gushing sound came from her throat as though all the air were being expelled from her body. Her head jerked up, my cock sinking up her cunt to the full extent. Her fists beat on the carpet. A whining hiss came from her as if to complement the outpouring of her breath.
"Neee-ooooh!" Ah, no-no-ah!"
"Whip his buttocks, Elise, that he might pump her well. Harry, keep your loins still for she will bounce up and down on you well enough now," Davina cried.
A groan came from Torrio, whose face was laid sideways now between his sister's shoulder blades while inch by inch her bottom yielded its plump richness to his cock. Such a narrow channel there was somewhere within her that I could all but feel his massive prick rubbing upon my own through vibrant veils of flesh as it entered inplacably and was finally lodged to the full, bringing the most piteous cries from Selina.
The hissing of the little whip sounded. Torrio's hips jerked and strove. As his massive pestle of rigid flesh drew three-quarters out of her, so Selina seemed to lift her hips and then let them fall again at his reentry, so that the luscious oyster of her cunt sucked, rose, and fell on my buried pego.
"Whooo-hooo-hoooo!" she sobbed, her tears wetting my ears and shoulders, yet there was then something in her quavering cries that seemed to betoken a greater sensuousness than her apparent horror would have indicated.
"Jerk your cock in her, Harry, now!" I heard from above me and did so as best I could so that the warmth of our bodies communicated itself one to the other and Selina's thighs and belly slapped deliciously upon my own.
Ah, how truly intoxicating that bout was! The groans, the cries, the heaves! Feeling my embedded cock well oiled, I knew Selina to be coming. Her salty spurts bedewed my pubic hairs and even trickled down between us in our torrid embrace to lubricate my balls with the fragrant mist of her surrender.
For such it then was, she ceasing to struggle and working her hips voluptuously as together we pronged and reamed her front and rear. Never having given thought to such a lubricious act, I felt her small white teeth nip my ear in an access of passion while above us sounded kisses and sighs from the trio who watched. Heavily rising and falling, Selina received us both, her passages being eased by the subtle lubrications of our efforts and the small pearls of come that seeped from the knob of my embedded prick as I had no doubt they did from Torrio's.
"Together now-ah, together-flood her!" came Davina's cry, and with that we heaved as one. Selina's warm breath rushed into my ear. Her fingernails bit cruelly into my shoulders, yet I felt no pain but only ecstasy as the now willing enclosures of her divine form received simultaneously the out-gushings of our sperm, which seemed to throb endlessly on, spurting deep within her, while her orgasmic fervour drenched my spilling cock.
"Har-ahl" Selina shuddered, her fleshy hips squirming in the final raptures and her twin orifices sucking greedily upon our twin invaders as if to draw from our pricks the last drops of sperm, which she was by then so greedy to receive. Being bid by Davina to withdraw, Torrio did so, his cock emerging with a loud plop! which brought an "Oh!" of seeming surprise, not to say disappointment, from our voluptuous captive. Then did long seconds tick by while we lay together, she upon me and my enclasping legs at last sliding lazily down. A slap sounded, but it was a much lighter one than hitherto, and Selina received it upon her ardent bottom with a giggle, being drawn to her feet and off my shrinking cock by Davina, whose face glowed with pride.
"Did I not say I would put you to two at once?" Davina asked while Selina slumped against her.
"Mmmmm...." Selina breathed, kissing Davina's face all over. "Was I good, then?"
"My dear, you were divine. Such a realistic outcry and struggle you put up as I almost thought you meant it," Davina laughed. "As to the males, they have serviced you well enough for the moment. What think you of Harry? Harry, get up-and you, sir, Davina continued, turning to Torrio, who stood as one lost, "cover yourself in the sight of your dear sister!"
Pulled to my feet by Elise and Monique, I was held with my arms at my sides as an apparent exhibit. Releasing themselves from their embrace, both women studied me.
"You always said, did you not, that a young virile male-nicely perfumed and attired like a young houri-would prove exciting, Davina. Well-I indeed found him so. Step forward, Harry, and let me handle your cock. It is almost as big as your Papa's, is it not?" Selina asked, leaving me thoroughly bemused by the entirely realistic performance she had put up and which Davina later told me heightened the intensity of her orgasms.
Freed from the clasp of the maids, I stepped forward to have my half-limp cock dandled by Selina's inquiring fingers. Her eyes surveyed my own coolly, though not without a hint of mischief lurking there.
"I shall enjoy your prick again at my leisure, Harry," she said and, turning to Davina, asked, "Has he been put to many yet?" So saying, she settled her skirt down. Her white batiste drawers remained limp on the floor where they had been previously tossed in the struggles. Torrio, having dressed, sat for all the world like a gentleman who has just arrived and is waiting to be introduced.
"Practise runs only, my love," Davina twinkled. "Is it not divine to feel gartered stockings rubbing under one's own, and then the delightful surprise of a good stiff cock withal? I told you that you would enjoy it, Selina. Come, tell me what you have truly been at."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Led to a little kissing couch, Selina sat smoothing her hair, which, having been unpinned, cascaded about her shoulders. There were tiny lines about her eyes, I saw, though they but added to her maturing beauty. Her lips pouted.
"Send Torrio away for I do not wish him to hear. He becomes so jealous. I allow him to mount me now only when I am in a mood for it," she said.
"Of course," Davina assured her smoothly and snapped her fingers. Simple as the gesture was, Torrio opened his eyes wide and gazed all around him as if astonished to find himself there. I had no doubt then that he had performed his duties in a mesmerised state, though proud to feel that I had not and that I thus occupied a perhaps unique male niche in Davina's entourage. Seeing me, his eyes bulged and his jaw dropped. An airy wave of Davina's hand then caused him to try and gather himself.
"We are conversing, Torrio. Go and wait in the carriage," he was told coolly. Elise ran to precede him into the hall, where she doubtless handed him his cloak and hat. I heard her call him "sir" in the most formal and polite manner.
"I'm so oozy," Selina murmured contentedly. "Oh, to think I had them both up me at once!"
"Naughty as you frequently are, Selina, you deserve such a treat occasionally. I may yet have cause to whip you today for you can have come but half a dozen times yet. Monique will glide beneath you and tongue you while I do it. Would you like that-as ever? Of course you would. Now, what of your cousins, Jenny and Pauline. Have you taken them in hand as you intended?"
"Those little darlings, yes. Harry, your cock is not stiffening again, is it?" Selina asked mischievously.
"It will if you tell your tale well enough," Davina said, darting a look at me. I all the time stood facing them with my arms at my sides and my legs together, feeling a distinct reemergence of warmth and tingling in my prick. "Tell me, then," she added to Selina.
"I had them in the summerhouse. It is an admirable retreat, quite furnished like a small drawing room with a double bed in one corner. Being well away from the house and shielded from its view, all manner of naughty things may be done there. Jenny, as you know, is fifteen and her sister two years her senior. The interior of the summerhouse was to them a previously forbidden sanctum, for many have been the high jinks among the adults there and all is arranged to further the desires of Venus and Priapus. One corner is screened off so that others, in hiding, may of occasion enjoy the entertainments through peepholes without their presence being known. Many is the maiden who has been put to her trials there, having been whisked there across the darkness of the grounds during a party and her absence for half an hour being scarcely noticed.
"All is very well arranged, of course, for Sir Mar-chant Digby and his wife, Mathilda, have ever seen to it that the parents of such nubile offerings have themselves been otherwise entertained by watching or participating in the amourous rites of others, so no complaint is forthcoming.
"Plying Jenny and Pauline with a little champers, which made them not inebriated but a little bubbly, I then showed them a few of the naughty books which are laid on shelves therein. These, being prettily illustrated in water colours, contain some most enlivening scenes and they-having never seen such things before-fell to many giggles and blushes, especially when I apprised them how cocks are put to cunts and the Sapphic pleasures of lovely ladies.
"Jenny-being a darling little thing-let me get my hand up her skirt at this juncture. I fell to billing and cooing with her on the bed while Pauline, much flushed, watched our amourous ebats. Telling her that I wished to tickle her niche also, I drew her down with us. Under some protesting from her, her skirt in turned was raised until I had both their pussies at pillage.
"They are a delightful pair, Davina-you really must have them-and take their physical charms from their mother, who is well enough endowed. It is said that on one meritorious night in the summerhouse she took three stout pricks at once-one in her cunny, one in her bottom, and t'other in her mouth-while Sir Marchant attended to one of the maids who had been tied up tightly for the sport over a chair and had her bottom bared.
"So fervent did Jenny and Pauline become that their tongues licked mine deliciously in triple kisses while my forefingers attended to their warm slits. Advancing the sport little by little, I then brought Pauline to lie upon her back while I straddled her and taught her to attend my bottom and quim with her tongue. She licked divinely, I hovering my bottom just above her face and so shielding her gaze from what was to follow. Kissing and tonguing Jenny at the same time wherever my mouth could reach, I drew her clothes up to her armpits so that her bubbies were displayed and maneuvered her so that she lay on her back across Pauline's tummy with her legs dangling over the side of the bed.
"This position was perfect for my designs since, positioning my bottom firmly on Pauline's face, I then bent over Jenny, whose face became equally obscured under my own. Then did the door open silently, though a floorboard creaked, causing Jenny to writhe fretfully under me for a moment. I held her, however, secured her well, and injected my tongue into her mouth. He who entered was a gentleman well known to you and who possesses as long a lasting erection as ever one had encountered. But half guessing who the two divine sacrifices to Venus were who lay beneath me in that triple embrace, he prepared himself rapidly for the assault and entered his long stiff cock first into Jenny, who struggled fitfully and waved her legs frantically until at last inch by inch the doughty peg was secured.
"This additional movement becoming known to Pauline, she would have struggled up had I not pressed my hips down even more firmly and commanded her to continue working her tongue well in me.
"My hair fell over Jenny's eyes. She could not of course see who her assailant was, but so well prepared had been the route that her tight cunny clutched upon his cock like an eager sponge while he enjoyed at the same time titillating Pauline's slit, which he was able to forage for under Jenny's back. Not a word was said, for I wished not his voice to be recognized. Ah, what pantings and gasps ensued! Well mounted as dear little Jenny was, she could naught but second his efforts by wriggling her bottom adorably while our tongues worked together and Pauline's lapped ever up within my cunt.
Then, however, did I give the owner of the firm Priapus a little shove as though to remind him not to expend his strength, for I intended Pauline to have some benefit from it. Most manfully then-to the disappointment, I am sure, of Jenny, who was wickedly enjoying the bout-he withdrew his steaming cock, she tumbling down upon the floor with a little mournful cry.
"At that, keeping myself in firm postilion on Pauline's face, I hooked both of my arms under her knees and drew them back, thus displaying to full advantage the glistening of her quim, into which his ardent and still unsatisfied prick was quick embedded. Rolling them off of Pauline who received her rider with a moan and a little shriek, I fell upon the carpet to toy again with her sister, who could not help but see all the proceedings.
"For a long minute did the impetuous Pauline thresh her hips as to unseat her mastering male, but then did the amourous power of his throbbing cock convey itself fully to her. Stiff-nippled and hot-mouthed as she was, the two were soon enjoying a fine bout while I, drawing a limp Jenny to her feet, allowed her to watch her sister's naughtiness. Telling her to observe how his balls swung and smacked under her bottom, and what a delicious lubricant they contained, I fingered her bottom-hole and quim at one and the same time while she, half swooning, wriggled her hips to mine and watched with bleary eyes the orgasmic delights of the pair. Trilling very prettily in her throat like a songbird, Jenny spurted her eager tributes time and again until her knees weakened and I was forced to hold her. Then did the loving pair lay still, cock firmly ensconced in cunt and having throbbed out its sticky essence, which, upon his rising, left a soapy froth all over Pauline's bush.
"What a heady scent of spendings hung upon the air! The bed was commodious enough for four, having been so built for such pleasures. Both a little shy as they were, but nicely heated by their pleasures, I brought them to play with his cock and balls, putting Pauline to suck the former while Jenny tickled the latter, I keeping their quims meanwhile in a perfectly glu-tinaceous state until both were ready to be fucked again. Such a pretty game we played then, I having them kneel up side by side while his aroused prick entered first one then the other. Both giggling and hiding their faces, they yet entered well into the sport of it so that to conclude I brought Pauline to straddle her sister's back with her bottom well pushed out. This, placing her in an excellent position to receive his penis, she so did, while he fingered Jenny's bottom-hole and I, gliding beneath the younger sister's open legs, attended to her slit with my tongue.
"Such a course we ran-such bubblings of spendings there were! All fell in a heap at last, exchanging passionate kisses, and I swearing the girls to secrecy, which I had little need to do since they were well enough converted, only Jenny complaining that she had not been spouted in.
"I told her that that would come soon enough, though wishing to keep her on heat, I did nothing further to assauge her desires for several days, while, to Jenny's annoyance, Pauline continued to enjoy herself in all her newfound ways. Three days following this, a party was given at which I, seeking the confidence of Lady Mathilda, announced a game of blind man's buff. There being but a dozen participants equally divided between the sexes-for such parties are ever small and discreet-all agreed and permitted themselves to be blindfolded, after which drawers and trousers were removed. Being the only one with sight, I arranged the ladies against one wall and the gentlemen against the other, bringing them to a fine fervour by making all sorts of lascivious suggestions. Six pricks stood proud and six cunts glistened under the ministrations of my fingers, Sir Marchant and his lady being as impatient as any.
"Two of the ladies I then led to a table, where I put them over, hip to hip, and then two of the gentlemen to them, side by side. Such groans of pleasure ensued and such cries of frustration from the wriggling ones who remained unattended! Then, amidst this little orgy, I sped to Jenny's room where I had commanded her to wait in just her stockings and shoes. Blindfolding her deftly, I led her swiftly down where the table could be heard still creaking. Soon enough the delirious cries sounded as all four combatants attained the heights of their desires and the women's pussies were flooded. Cautioning Jenny to total silence while she gripped my hand in wonderment, I then announced the next quartet, though saying not who they might be.
"Telling Jenny in whispers to remain still, I led her mama to the table, bared her bottom well, and put a sturdy cock to her grotto. Bundling Jenny to the opposite side so that they were bent forward facing one another, I then brought Sir Marchant to her throb his pleasure in her all unknowingly. So big is his tool that Jenny's cries then sounded above all others as I quickly stripped all of their blindfolds, pretending to remove one of my own in the process and then betook myself to the door as moans of alarm and pleasure sounded from mother and daughter while they were being so reamed.
"So enervating was the spectacle, and so ardently churning were their hips and bottoms that but a few seconds of wonderment ensued before the rest of the ladies were put upon couches and cushions to be fucked. Naught sounded then but the smacking of bellies, of bellies to bottoms. Making at first as though to scream out in surprise, Lady Mathilda and her nubile offspring first closed their eyes, opened them, and so remained as if frozen in their wanton attitudes while their respective partners continued to pump them with ever-rising pleasure.
"Deeming it best not to tarry, I then made my exit, pursued by all their delirious cries. It was not until a week later that Lady Mathilda received me again, chiding me much at first for what she was pleased to call my wickedness, though in truth she could scarce keep a straight face about it and no sooner had confidences been exchanged than we were abed together, I through the skill of my tongue being forgiven. Did I not do well?" Selina asked artfully at the conclusion of her long narrative, which had naturally brought my cock up to the boiling point.
"You are learning, my love," murmured Davina condescendingly and then before my eyes fell to her knees, raised Selina's legs upon her shoulders, and casting up that temptress's dress, set to licking her cunny amourously. To my unutterable delight then, Monique stepped forward, calmly coiled up Davina's gown to her waist and presented me with the glorious sight of her naked bottom.
"Come-you may be put to her now," Monique murmured.
I could scarcely believe it so! Drawn forward and pushed to my knees, I all but swooned with pleasure as the swollen crest of my rampant tool was urged between the soft full lips of my Mistress's cunt. Ah, what a rapture of warmth, of moisture, of clinging!
"Slowly-for you must pleasure her well," Elise ordered. My head swam. Glancing down, I saw how half my pulsing conqueror was already sheathed in the most heavenly of slits, whose lips protruded around my rod. My hands wavered. Was I permitted otherwise to touch her? "Hold her hips-now, fuck her well," Monique said as if reading my thoughts. At that, Davina made a mischievous jerk of her hips and ensconced me to the full, impressing the full glory of her ripe bottom cheeks into my belly.
"Now still, Harry!" intoned Elise in perfect contradiction to what had been already said. Even so I obeyed, my eyes squeezing up with untold pleasure as Davina's hips rotated slowly, keeping her bum well into me, while her tongue extolled bubbling moans from Selina, whose ankles were crossed possessively over Davina's shoulders.
I moaned. I could not help myself. I made to palm Davina's well-fleshed hips, but now my hands were cruelly taken from her and held at my sides by the two maids, who knelt to flank me.
"Madame will empty your balls-remain still," Monique hissed. Like a valve then, Davina's cunt seemed to open and close upon the root of my tool while she moved her hips suavely back and forth but an inch or two, allowing me to experience to the full the exquisite suction of her motions and the enclasping walls of her vagina. A soft muffled sound came from her while she continued lapping her long wet tongue all about and within Selina's nest. This almost unheard noise seemed to be interpreted immediately by Monique, who, clasping the back of my neck hard so that her fingertips pinched into me, hissed, "Fuck her now as her stallion!"
Sobbing aloud as I could not but help doing, I began to work my hips, conscious that this seemed to me the most glorious moment of my life. At every thrust, Davina's bottom smacked juicily into me, her cunt seeming to tighten its spongy grip all the more, as if a suction pump had been applied to the helmet of my penis. At the same time, Elise began to smack my bottom hard with her hand. What a sensation! Davina's hips churned ever more demandingly-the backs of her stocking tops and her garters rubbed sensuously against my own. My buttocks stung under the rhythmic slaps, causing me to jerk ever faster as was intended.
"Har-ah!" I sobbed, quite shameless in my cries. I was not so much fucking as being driven on.
"How lovely and red his bottom is-oh, he looks from the back here like a big naughty schoolgirl!" Elise laughed amidst all my sweet agonies. Selina's head hung back, her fingers clutching at the air. She was coming yet again. Fine spurtings from Davina misted my sheathed cock. I could not longer withhold, no matter how hard I was smacked.
"Oh, Davina! Davina, I am c ... c ... coming ... ah!" I rattled. Thick pellets and jets of sperm erupted from my cock, she ramming her heavy hot bottom fiercely into me, extolling every leaping, every drop as if it were my very life's blood, as if my bones were melting, and yet I was not allowed to dally at my pleasures.
"Up with you and out!" Monique commanded, so pulling on my hair that my soaked and pulsing cock was cruelly withdrawn from the heavenly nest and spouted its last down the backs of Davina's black-stockinged legs.
"Oh, what a naughty boy-you will be punished for that-you must do it all inside," I was reprimanded by Elise, but to my delight Davina then rolled over, pressing the back of head up between Selina's thighs and gazing at me.
"Shush, girls, do not tease him-he works his cock well-the first of my new stable," Davina uttered in a soft, charming voice. "His balls are by no means empty yet and he is beginning to prove his worth."
Long as I did to speak, I dared not. Her eyes glittered, following my exit. At the last turn of my head I saw she was smiling.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
There are minor pleasures in life and there are major pleasures," Davina said to me that evening. Selina had not stayed as I had thought, and hoped. Even so, there was some compensation in merely sitting at leisure with my Mistress and imbibing all that she had to tell me.
"The female pleasures and those of the male act in fine counterpoint, yet it is one that must be regularly adjusted, Harry. You may even now think it strange that I command the ways of other females such as Gwen, for instance, and to a lesser but no less important extent, Selina. I mold them much as a potter molds clay. There is a perverse pleasure in bending another woman to my will and seeing whether the stronger or the weaker part of her character will emerge. I adore putting a young woman to the cock in order to overcome her false moral urgings. But you must not take it from this that you are in any way my accomplice. You are but an instrument-a penis-bearer. I care not whose proud penis is put to the pussy or bottom of a wriggling girl as long as she benefits therefrom.
"That is called hedonism, f believe, for I read about it in a book," I exclaimed eagerly.
"Why, yes, that is so, Harry, but such labels must not be confused with the real thing, for when it occurs no labels are needed. I have stirred you to pleasures you would never otherwise have known-have aroused in you desires to wear silks and satins. Has your manhood been diminished thereby?"
I shook my head. It seemed to me wondrous that it had not done so, but rather had increased my lecherous urgings.
"It does not work in reverse, you may notice," Davina continued. "The coarse garb of men is ill-suited to the feminine form, though by one exception a tallish and well-shaped girl looks enticing enough in tight britches, well rolled down beneath her bottom, and a loose unbuttoned shirt, preferably white. If the material of the trousers is of the tightest possible fit, then when rolled down, it so imprisons the thighs that the bottom is left in a position of helpless surrender. Such an attire would fit Harriet well, I imagine. What do you think?"
"Oh, but you whipped her badly," I murmured, surprised to find myself thus the defender of my sister from Davina's erotic wiles, though the spectacle had been perfectly delightful and I was quite ardent to view Harriet again in such flushed and charming disarray.
"Oh, pouf! Her bottom was scarcely stung, though it will be so if she does not accede to my will. Never can it be said, Harry, that I so mark a bottom that the evidence thereof shows but even half an hour later. Have you really a conscience in the matter?" Davina asked, turning to me and kissing me.
I grinned. I could not help myself, so hypocritical are we all in such matters.
"No," I said glibly, "for I merely wished to know what you would say. She cried not badly and might have got worse from Papa under the birch."
"Ah, yes, there is indeed a shame, Harry, for your Papa has never birched either, though many young girls in the county are given to having their drawers taken down for such diversions. The birch quickens the blood and makes the hips supple. By careful application it induces the most ardent sensations. I have used my mesmeric powers on several occasions in houses I have visited in order to ensure that such stimulation is not entirely lacking. Do you recall that I brought Gwen to consciousness for a moment when I first had them here?"
"Why, I do and I wondered at it," I exclaimed.
"There is no need for wonderment. It was merely to implant an idea in the silly young thing's head. She was bound to retain a certain memory of it which she could scarcely ascribe to a dream. Such has been my method occasionally of producing results without directly playing the role of Ringmistress. Let me but give you one example, and while I do so, you young rogue, you may sit at my feet and toy with me a little for I am in the mood for it."
My delight at this was profound, for in so speaking, Davina drew up her skirt and, displaying her beautiful stockinged legs to my gaze, parted her milky thighs and allowed my eyes to dwell upon her well-furred grotto. Kneeling before her, I immediately lavished adoring kisses on the plump skin above her stockings tops. An encouraging gesture of her hand drew my mouth upwards until my lips were able to forage blissfully amid the curls of her quim, there to find the pouting appeal of the lips, which by their moisture had obviously awaited my salute.
"Lick very slowly or you will bring me on too soon," Davina murmured, and shifted her well-fleshed bottom forward on the seat of the sofa so that her cunny came more fully to my mouth.
"What was I to tell you, Harry? Oh, yes. I was but nineteen at the time, though in full possession of my powers, which I was in much mischief to use. I was then acquainted with a young woman of some twenty-three years of age, named Cynthia, whom I thought to be exceedingly prim in her ways. Her mama and the priggish young man whom Cynthia had recently married were no better. I contrived therefore to visit them on an occasion when they were otherwise alone.
"Flattering all three no end, I placed each under my spell and brought them to stand side by side in their drawing room so that Cynthia's Mama, Hortense, was between her daughter and her son-in-law. Papa had already advised me of subtle tricks that might be employed in mesmerism and these I put to use. Causing Cynthia to turn a trifle towards me so that her back was partly to her Mama, I then brought her husband, Jack, to feel up the back of her mother's skirt. So well had I schooled Hortense that at this armorous assault-the like of which she had never known in public before-her eyes bulged and her cheeks took on a distinctly pinkish hue. Foraging in her drawers, Jack soon enough allowed his hand to roam around her voluminous cheeks, while I-scarcely able to contain my laughter-realized from the agitations of Hortense's hips that his fingers were at the very least inquiring most impolitely as to the tightness of her bottom-hole.
"Quite a burbling sound broke from her. Her legs stiffened and then drew apart a little. Pursing her lips, she uttered something of a whimper, which caused me to step behind the pair to see how well Jack was progressing. By loosing myself the ties of her drawers, I was able to let them fall to her ankles, wherewith I could see that Jack had her bottom well cupped with his middle digit nicely embedded in her rosette.
"Cynthia, who was totally blind to all this, continued talking to me in her silly simpering tone, I encouraging her to chatter on the while that I released Jack's prick and so settled his attire that it would remain stiffly in evidence. Hortense's hips meanwhile had begun to work back and forth as though she were both encouraging and yet trying to escape from the digital movements in her bottom, the like of which she had probably never experienced before. Her shoes ground into the carpet. Her tongue appeared to moisten her lips.
"Cynthia still prattling on as she was, though as to the empty air, I then commanded Hortense to turn her face towards Jack, to fondle his erection, and to place her tongue in his mouth while otherwise remaining un-moving. As to Jack, he was to fondle her quim at the front while continuing to work her bottom-. Do you wish me to go on, Harry?" Davina asked with a passionate catch in her voice.
"Oh, please do, for I love your wicked tales. Raise your legs and put them over my shoulders," I implored.
"Yes, dear. Get your tongue going well now, for I am dying to come. Oooh, that is nice! Ah! Oh, I must! Oh, there!"
With that, Davina clamped her swelling thighs tightly against my neck with her knees hooked over my shoulders and spurted her warm, trickling tribute in a fine salty rain over my tongue. Divine quivers shook her. Her bottom bounced a little and then she sighed and relaxed her legs while I continued to nuzzle into her musky nest.
"Where ... where ... where was I, Harry? Oh, yes ... Having got my duo in the most wanton of postures with an overjoyed Jack feeling his mother-in-law's plump cunny and all else, I then returned to face Cynthia and, while talking the utmost trivia with her, upped her skirt to her waist and briskly let her drawers fall. Like many prim young woman, Harry, Cynthia was possessed of a quite divine pair of legs-much like those of Harriet. Her cunny was well furred and her bottom of sufficient protrusion to invite any cock. In short, she was what any man of commerce might well term a wasted asset, or had been up to the time of my intervention.
"There being a suitable divan ranged alongside a further wall, I took Cynthia's wrist and led her to it, causing her to stumble not a little from the impediment of her drawers, which were then at her ankles. She-knowing naught of her true condition-was quite willing to be led about in this manner and, being seated on the divan lengthways, rested her back against a pile of cushions while I slipped her drawers off completely and bade her spread her legs well.
"Jack, you may imagine, was in quite a state by this time, as was Hortense. I examined them by walking around them, much as one might inspect the statues in your garden. Her bottom-hole was well eased by then and his forefinger was shunting back and forth up it as easily as was his other in her quim. Their knees buckled and their mouths worked, but I had advised him severely that he was not to squirt his tribute yet but wait until he was properly lodged.
"Would you not like to go and kiss your daughter, Hortense?" I inquired, "although it would be a naughty thing to do now, would it not?"
"At that, the erstwhile prim and proper dame who had now become a mature Venus released Jack's cock and ceased kissing him to gaze upon Cynthia who had her legs well spread and her knees drawn up so that her slit and part of her bottom were well displayed.
"'A very naughty thing to do indeed,' " sighed Hortense, who was merely of course following the lead of my words.
"'Then you must do such a naughty thing for you are going to do many such in future, Hortense. Go and kneel on the divan between her thighs and slip your tongue between her lips while Jack attends to you from the rear. Jack, you must take your fingers out for you are about to cork her properly," I declared, being so overjoyed with my success that I was almost in fits of laughter. Then, Harry, did my little tableau ensue-oh, yes, darling, lick me faster for I am coming again! In a trice the tongue of mother and daughter were engaged in such an amourous duel that they began feeling for each other's tits while Jack put all his energies into kneeling upon the divan in turn and fucking his mother-in-law from the rear.
"What an ardent smacking of her voluminous bottom to his belly sounded! What moist sounds and sighs came from the kisses of the two enlaced females, who I caused to have the most wicked of conversations, Cynthia asking her Mama if Jack was well up her and Hor-tense declaring with much panting that indeed he was and would be so frequently in the future.
"Then it was that I employed one of the devices Papa had taught me, for while all three were in the throes of passion, I prepared myself quickly for departure while advisimg them that at the very height of their orgasmic ecstasies, they were to come to their full senses and complete the bout.
"Unlocking then the door of the drawing room, I made my exit, though not without regret that I was not to be able to witness the denouement. H ... H ... Harry! Ah! I am spilling again, my love!"
Cupping Davina's bottom firmly-for I had never known her in such a mood-I accepted in quite a delirium the flooding her of renewed tribute into my mouth. Her hips juddered, her bottom squirmed, and I was all but smothered by the squashing of her cuntlips all over my face, which was oiled and salted by her liberal outpourings. Had I not been then so completely under her spell-despite the liberties she had afforded me-I would have dragged her to the floor and mounted her, for my cock was naturally at a high pitch of fervour.
This, however, was denied me, for no matter what her transports, Davina never relinquished the fullness of her senses. This, as I often realized, was the true basis of her power, though it seemed not to affect her final pleasures. Drawing me up, she kissed my smeared lips and fondled my cock, which I had long released in its quivering lust.
"It will be put to good use tomorrow, Harry-I want your balls full. Tonight I am having this naughty big thing of yours tightly wrapped in a leather sheath so that you may not toss yourself off. If you should manage to, I can assure you of the greatest whipping you have ever received. Do you understand?"
I replied dolefully that I did well enough, which-being said in such a sulky tone-caused her to laugh with delight and ask me whether I had enjoyed her tale. For reply I worked my prick longingly in the warm, loose grip of her palm and asked her whether there had not been a sequel to it.
"Oh, yes, Harry, there must always be a sequel to such entertainments, as I call them, for they are but a preparation for the futures of my chosen subjects, though I have been known to put a young lady to a previously unknown gentleman in a railway carriage and then leave them to it by hopping off at the next station. I only did that once, however, and it was very naughty of me," Davina said quaintly. "As to Cynthia, her Mama, and Jack, they could not have had notion but that they had somehow entered of their own accord into such a libertine exercise."
"But they must have wondered where you were!" I exclaimed naively while Davina patted my cock and made me stuff it back into my trousers.
"No, you silly, for under the mesmeric spell I commanded them to forget my visit in its entirety. A week later I renewed it, though as I say they did not recall the previous one and so I had full advantage of them. It became obvious to me by the little flashes of jealousy that showed themselves between Cynthia and her Mama, that Jack was now at them both. I confess-for I was then at an early age-that some conscience struck me on this, and so, placing Jack for a moment under my influence when we were alone together in the conservatory, I told him that he was to not poke Cynthia's Mama again but to devote his energies to her daughter."
This surprised me considerably, though I minded what Davina had told me about her own age at the time. Her philosophy, however, continued to confound me.
"But what of Harriet?" I asked. "For you allowed me to inspect her treasures almost as I wished and whipped her when my cock was up."
"Tut, tut, you are repeating yourself, Harry, and confusing yourself quite frightfully. Unlike Cynthia, your elder sister is untried. Moreover, that I have presented her to you-and you to her-is another matter. All is then kept within the circle, for are you not all my dearest friends, and would I present her so to a stranger? It is within the charmed bosom of the family, Harry, that I will first have her put to the cock, and thereafter she may venture beyond as she will. With Gwen it was quite another matter. She was not previously untried, as we are both aware, and hence could be guided to her fate by different routes."
"Where is Gwen now?" I asked, for I had fully expected her to stay within the household.
"Her Papa's mistress has her on hand for the nonce and it is at her house that Gwen will receive a fuller training. She will serve at small, select gatherings and I do not doubt will squeal a little still when put over a table by the more priapic guests. She will emerge the quieter and better for it, though, then I shall have her here as a handmaid. Her Papa will have pumped her several times by now, and I have no doubt that she is more acquiescent in that than she might otherwise have been. But come, my lad, for you must to bed and rest. Emily will be here tomorrow and I do not wish her disappointed."
"What?" I asked, for despite all that had been said I did not really envisage sweet Emily under Davina.
"Emily-yes," Davina laughed, accentuating my sister's name. "I have toyed with her a little already, Harry, and she has more to her than you think. She responds very prettily to my finger and is saucier than you can imagine. She is quite another matter from Harriet, and you must know that."
"Oh, you would not treat her, though, as you have done Gwen," I responded boldly, whereat Davina kissed me as we rose.
"You rogue, Harry, you would have had at her soon enough if you could, but purport to be shocked if it should happen under my tuition. Emily is not, of course, of the same mold as Gwen, nor would I stoop to making her a handmaid. I wish only to initiate her and then she will be free to make her own decisions. I doubt not that she will make them well and will receive all encouragement from me to do so. If anything, I shall be her confidante and mentor. You think of her as sweet and innocent, which indeed in many ways she is, but she is as willing to try the cock as any young girl I have known and has so confided in me. I will not have you rummaging her and pulling her about as I am perfectly well aware you would have done. All shall be to her satisfaction and in this, my dear, you will merely be an instrument of pleasure. Do not put on a moody look about this or I will have the maids spank you before you are put to bed."
With this remonstrance I was then sent upstairs, there to be undressed and put into a nightshirt by Elise and Monique as though I were a recalcitrant schoolboy. Getting my cock well up, Monique then bound my stiff penis most cruelly in a leather sheath and-for good measure, as she put it-tied my wrists together.
"You will play no games tonight, sir," she informed me, and then I was left to my bed and the darkness and all the wonderment of thoughts that ever crowded upon me under the influence of Davina.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I was permitted the next morning two hours of freedom before I was sacrificed to the rites of Venus. Will it really be Emily? I asked myself again and again, for I knew that Davina was not above tricking me or putting me into a high state of frustration for her own amusement.
Promptly at eleven, however, I was taken upstairs again by the two maids, who, having bathed and perfumed my cock and balls, then attired me in what seemed to me a thoroughly outrageous costume of white silk stockings, matching shoes, a vestal robe that was almost completely transparent, and a pair of white cambric drawers.
Turned all about, I was thoroughly examined, being exhorted to keep my stockings tight, though this was well enough effected by the constricting garters. Rouge was again applied to my mouth and cheeks and my eyes outlined by a fine brush dipped into kohl.
"You will do," Elise said briskly. "Now you will wait upon Madame until she calls you down."
A half hour of perfect misery then passed while I was left alone in my cell, there being nothing whatever of course to entertain me, since the adjoining boudoir was empty and the sliding shutter through which I had enjoyed such libertine views of Harriet gave only upon a silent scene. The drawers constantly brushed the tip of my cock and made it stir so that by the time I was summoned down to the drawing room the worm of my penis had thickened considerably.
I heard no voices as I descended, but on reaching the hallway the soft tones of Davina came to me through the half-open door. Feeling a distinct constriction in my throat, there then came to my ears the answering voice of Emily. Was I really to appear before her in this outlandish guise? I made to step back, but Monique, who had followed silently behind me, gave me a little push in the back that sent me blundering into the room.
Emily, who had been sitting in a chair, rose at the sight of me and uttered a little cry. How bewitching she looked-how pretty and petite-attired as she was in a forest green gown of velvet.
"No, Emily!" Davina said sharply as she saw her expression. Rising up in turn, she placed an arm around my sister's shoulders. "Do you not remember all I have told you?" she asked softly.
"Oh! b ... b ... but it is Harry!" exclaimed Emily.
"Yes, my sweet, and does he not look pretty so? What fine legs he has! Monique-take his robe off!"
I believe verily that I would have struggled then had it not been even more undignified to have done so. In a trice I stood in my drawers while Emily, though still in the embrace of Davina, stood facing me with her hand to her mouth and her cheeks much flushed. For a long moment she was an equally incapable of speaking as I.
"Your brother, my pet, is to give you your first taste of cock and your first injection," Davina murmured, kissing the lobe of Emily's ear in a way that made my sister wriggle. "He is perfectly well trained, Emily, and will do naught but what I tell him. I have never intended you to be mounted by any rough villain who might have succeeded in getting your drawers down. Come, kiss me sweetly, for you promised you would do so before I put you to it, did you not?" cooed Davina, who thereupon swung Emily round into her arms and planted her mouth on hers.
For a tremulous moment it seemed as though my sister might struggle, but under the persistent and heady pressure of Davina's mouth, her trembling form relaxed. Even as I watched, their lips stayed glued together the while that Davina-passing her hand down Emily's back-caressed the chubby bottom that lay warm and waiting beneath the green velvet of her gown.
So seeing, of course, and standing immobile as I was, my prick thickened the more and rose until it bulged out within my drawers. Inch by inch I watched Davina's fingers gathering up the material of Emily's dress so that little by little her calves and then the backs of her knees were uncovered. At this, Emily gave an alarmed wriggle, but Davina held her tight.
"No, dear, you have promised-let me uncover your bottom first," Davina whispered. At that Emily uttered a fretful little sound and hid her face in Davina's shoulder, while I, holding my breath, watched the slow unveiling of her nubile charms until at last her rosetted garters, the creamy thighs, and then the arrogant little thrusting of her naked bottom came into view.
Tremulous indeed was the little cry that sounded from Emily, who was heard to murmur, "Oh, but I don't want to-not with Harry!"
"Not as pretty as he looks?" chided Davina comfortingly, reaching her slender fingers right under Emily's bottom and so making her reach up on to tiptoes while I could distinctly see Davina's hand working under her quim.
"Oh-ho!" Emily sobbed. Tightening her grip around Davina's neck, she cuddled into her more closely. "D ... d ... don't let him-you mustn't ... please! Oh, you are m ... m ... making me feel funny!"
"As well I have before, darling, when you made the naughtiest confessions to me. Did I not say I would hold you the first time? Harry, come!"
Amazed and trembling, I stepped forward, wondering what exactly I was to be at and in what fashion. My cock was straining up too painfully now to be denied anything. The chubby gleaming of Emily's bottom was a pure rapture to behold, the cheeks small and tight. How was I to have her? Would she be cast down onto the carpet? Approaching the entwined pair and with Emily wriggling ever more as Davina stirred her fingers all about under her love-nest, I lusted to be at her and was yet fearful of even taking hold of her unless bidden to do so.
"Lower your drawers, Harry, and come up behind her-I will hold her," I heard.
"No, no, no!" Emily screeched and wriggled like an eel even as I obeyed. My drawers tumbling to my ankles, my prick was freed at last with its glowing crest bobbing against the resilient half-moons of my sister's bottom, whereat she squealed and pressed herself all the more protectively into Davina's embrace.
"I have her, Harry-bend your knees well and get your knob info her," Davina commanded. "Into her cunny and not into her bottom, d'you hear? Quickly now!"
"No-woh-woh!" came frantically from Emily, who, now squashed between the two of us, had no means of escaping as I bent my knees most awkwardly so that my cock could point upwards towards her dell. How ridiculous and yet lustful I was made to feel by this posture, as of course was well intended by Davina, who had me, as it were, both bridled and yet galloping. The soft conch of Emily's sweet slit brushed then over my knob, which strained as rigidly as did my whole shaft to enter her. I gritted my teeth, for the posture was ever more uncomfortable. Cupping my sister's bottom firmly, I reached right under-drawing apart the lips of her peach-and ensconed but an inch of my cock to her trilling cries.
"Lift her thighs, Harry-she will wrap them around my waist!" Davina cried.
Ah, what an extraordinary posture that was! While Emily endeavoured both to kick and to wriggle, she was at last made utterly helpless by being suspended tightly between us, her calves having to wrap themselves for purchase around Davina's waist-so placing her at a much better height, for the weight of her bottom literally made her sink slowly down onto my cock now until the rapturous conjunction of cock to cunt was fully effected and I throbbed the madness of my lust in her.
"Harry! Oh-woh-woh!" sobbed Emily, who now of course clung arms and legs to Davina, though it was I who supported most of her weight on my prick.
"There, darling, there," soothed Davina, "be still now, be still, for I do not want him to come yet. Your tongue, Emily, your tongue, give it to me, give it to me. Harry-do not move your prick, sir!"
Ah, the agony of that command! Bubbling, as it seemed to me, a mixture of sorrow and pleasure in absolutely equal proportions, the pair began to kiss and peck at one another's lips while Emily squirmed her bottom most torturously from my point of view, since every tiny movement of the clamping of her velvety cunny over my cock threatened my explosion, deep buried up her as I was.
"Is he holding still, petlet?" I heard Davina murmur against Emily's lips.
"Yeh-ess," came the muffled response. Both Davina and I now held Emily under her thighs so that she was slung as in a cradle between us, the gentle rhythmic squeezing of her vaginal walls affording me the most delirious sensations. Was my cruel Davina not to allow me to flush my sperm up into Emily's delicious receptacle? It was almost as if my mistress read my mind.
"Out now, Harry, and upstairs with you. To your room, sir!" Davina jerked.
A cry of pure despair sounded from me as I uncorked my shaft, teetering as I was on the very brink of rebellion and almost impelling my burning seed up into Emily at that very moment.
"Go!" was spat at me by Davina, who perhaps sensed the uprising in me. Shuddering not a little in frustration, I withdrew my tool from the spongy grip of Emily's lust-pot, fondling her bottom avariciously as I did so before retreating miserably and in full despair.
If there were any relief, it was that neither Elise nor Monique were there to witness my almost tearful ascending of the stairs. Davina was cruel beyond belief, I told myself. I would stand no more of it. I would run away-return home and there take my pleasures as I could. Yet such was my despair that I but threw myself onto my narrow bed and there all but wept. Mama too would spurn me-I felt sure of it-for the more I thought upon it the more I convinced myself that she needed not Davina's whip or crop to make her waggle her bottom. It was all a plot and no more to humiliate me. They had all read my thoughts, I convinced myself-Mama, Emily, and Harriet-and I was to be continually punished for it. So wrapped in my misery was I-and with my cock still all athrob-that I heard nothing from without and a veritable age seemed to pass before the door opened.
There stood Davina, a black velvet cloak so loosely draped about her that my heart thumped crazily to see that she was entirely naked beneath-her glorious firm tits, her brown hard nipples, and her dark-furred bush all revealed to me. Smiling, she extended her hand.
"Come, dear," she breathed, and it was in that moment as though I were floating through a warm mist as I rose and went to her. There in the doorway her hand took mine. "You are going to be satisfied, Harry," was said to me and she looked down with pleasure at the rampant state of my prick. "Work her slowly and well, dear, for I want her to have the full pleasure of it. I will deny you nothing-nor she, perhaps."
I wanted then to cry out that it was all again a trick, but as ever I believed all that Davina ever told me. Led into the adjoining boudoir, I there beheld Emily lying in waiting, a rosy glow upon her cheeks. Naked save for her white silk stockings that matched my own, she lay with her thighs apart, the curls around her mount glistening brown upon the white of her belly.
"Wait, Harry," Davina murmured and then bent over Emily and kissed her on the mouth. "You have promised now, Emily," she said.
Emily answered not, but remained with her rosebud mouth slightly parted. Skirting round the bed, Davina then allowed her cloak to glide from her shoulders so that for the first time I saw her in all her glorious nudity. Then, sliding down beside my sister, she kissed her cheek, murmuring to her to part her legs wider. Ah, the rapturous moment when-at a crooking of Davina's finger-I went down upon her! The small but perfect globes of Emily's breasts came warm and fulsome beneath my chest. With an infinite thrill my stockinged legs slid between hers so that our silky limbs rubbed sensuously. Her back arched a little and she clutched at my forearms, feeling my knob glide up to her cunt.
"F ... f ... f...." she stammered prettily.
"Say it, Emily," Davina smiled.
In that moment the lips of my sister's cunny seemed to part infinitesimally-I could feel the gentle movement against the crest of my prick. Exuding so much warmth and moisture as her slit did, I felt in that exquisite moment as though I were being literally drawn in, though it was in fact the urging movements of our bottoms that brought my prick to glide up within her even as her hushed voice sounded against my ear: "F ... f ... fuck me, Harry!"
The very bed seemed to tremor. I became aware of Davina's hand drawing my fingers under her own slit even as I speared Emily to my balls and lay for a moment in perfect wonderment upon her. Her sweet face was a hazy mist beneath my own. Was I to kiss her or would I be upbraided for so doing? Was I a mere slave performing my duties? No matter-for I could not help myself, nor perhaps Emily. I knew not how she had been schooled by Davina, but it did not matter. The perfumed sweetness of her mouth came under my own. Our bellies rippled together. Her cunny's velvety walls gripped the entire length of my cock demandingly.
"Now, Harry!" I heard Davina utter.
"I withdrew but half the length of my prick and then let it sink in again. A feeling of perfect tenderness seized me. Emily averted her mouth from mine and lay with her cheek under my own, performing such little movements of her bottom as excited me madly. I groaned in my desire and began to pestle her strongly. At each withdrawing stroke her bottom lifted as if to demand my immediate reentry. Toying with Davina's cunt as I was, I experienced the ineffable delight of their twin forms. I began to work my cock faster, delirious to kiss Emily as I did so, but now she turned her face towards that of Davina, and with a gushing sigh, their mouths merged. Emily's fingers sought the erect nipples of Davina's breasts and caressed them.
"Ah, you bitches!" I ground in a rage of mingling desire and fulfilment.
At that, Emily wound her small slim legs up about me and crossed them in a scissor action above my loins, jerking them impatiently as she did so. The moisture of their kisses and the gentle slurping of their tongues together came to me ears. I was their captive!
"I hate you, I hate you!" I sobbed. "Emily, kiss me!"
I was ignored. Her legs moved even more impetuously. I, who had thought her thoroughly naive, had awakened to her. I was upon her but a slave male whose prick was performing the due service that she sought. Davina leaned further over her so that her head intervened between us. Their kisses grew ever more prolonged, more passionate. From moment to moment I could glimpse their mouths writhing and the leaping of their tongues. Fervently they palmed one another's breasts. Emily's agile hips twisted and writhed as she sought to bring me on. She had no need to. For long seconds now I had somehow stayed the urgent rising of my sperm, allowing her as I knew I must to spatter my cock and balls with her spendings. The moment, however, was nigh and could not be delayed, come what might. I groaned, thrust, endeavored to withdraw for the last time, but all was too late. That Emily somehow knew it, I doubted not. The strength of her legs was remarkable. Imperiously she seemed to impel me full into her, gasping as she did into Davina's mouth while the leapings of my thick warm sperm anointed her for the first time.
Tingling and itching deliriously as my prick was within her, I expelled jet upon jet, shuddering and gasping, so voracious was her clinging quim. I seized her hips, thrust savagely-and then all was done. All save the final spurts and the quiverings of release that seized me. I sank down, my mouth upon the neck of Davina, my hand groping the ripe orb of her bottom. Was I now to be rejected? The horror of the thought seized me even as I lay there in the tremulous aftermath. Unheeded as it seemed, I sucked my weakening cock out of Emily's delirious conch and rolled upon my back beside her. I had fucked my sister and could scarce believe that I had.
Emily and Davina then rolled together upon their sides, my sister having her sleek back to me-the better perhaps that I might see her bottom.
"It was good?" Davina asked her softly.
"Oh, yes," Emily replied simply but with some fervour, so closely embraced were they, with Davina having raised one elegant leg and coiled it over Emily's hip.
"He will be ready again for you soon," Davina said to my unbounded joy, though I moved not. Such was to be my fate, I thought-to act only at the behest of females. The warm weakness trilled through me. For the moment I was content to he there, to listen-as I had to-to their soft-spoken conversation as to the size and capacity of men's pricks and balls, including my own. How suddenly Emily had leapt into this role, I thought, and yet the more I heard the less I marveled, counting perhaps all sensitive women so.
Suddenly Davina rolled upon Emily-who giggled and sighed, half squashed-and dandled my cock. I stared at her. An unspoken message passed between us. I knew better than to speak. Parting her legs wide, Emily allowed Davina's cunt to rub moistly against her own, her cheeks flushing hotly at the sensation. Emerging pinkly, her tongue slid up into my Mistress's mouth while their bellies writhed silkily together and Davina continued blindly massaging my pego and feeling down to my balls now and then to give them a little tickle.
The bed bounced with the ador of their embrace, Emily winding up her slim legs tightly about Davina's waist-the better that their lovelips might join and squash together, which I ever imagine must be a delicious sensation for amorous women-while at the same time kissing and working their nipples together. In all such ways I do confess women to be superior to men, for they have more elegance and sensuousness in their embraces, and when abed-whether two or three together-present as cock stirring a sight as can be imagined.
Such was the effect on myself, for in but a few minutes my prick was at full reach, whereat, whispering something in my sister's ear, Davina rolled off her, drew her up and all but planted her straddled across my thighs so that her pulpy quim was poised above.
"Hands behind your neck, dear," Davina murmured, whereat Emily raised her arms and so placed them, looking a perfect little goddess with her rosy-tipped breasts lifted and the upper part of her body erect. Motionless then, she waited as I did, not glancing down at me but gazing forward at the wall while Davina's fingers insinuated between us and positioned the knob of my charger to my sister's cuntlips.
"Descend slowly upon it and then jog at your will upon him, Emily," I heard.
Biting my hp at the tingling-sweet pleasure of it, I felt her warm tight sheath slid down upon my rampant prick, opening and closing upon it in the process until with a distinct sigh she was able to rest the hemispheres of her ardent young bottom upon my thighs with my balls pressed up beneath her.
Scrambling up then and straddling my legs in turn immediately behind Emily, my Mistress slid both arms under her armpits and with one hand caressed the burning nipples of her tits while the other reached down to twiddle her clitty. A pleased "Ah-hah!" burst from my sister, who at the same time found her bottom rubbing agreeably against Davina's bush. So they jogged then, Emily twisting her neck about so that their tongues might lick together. I beneath them was but an instrument of pleasure, as Davina had truly called me. Wanting to buck my loins, I dared not. I could but lie there, inert, gripping the counterpane in my fingers until the unmatchable moment when Emily's endeavours again sucked up the juice from my balls.
"I have him coming-and ah! I too am coming again!" Emily husked. Her cheeks were full flushed and yet her face was otherwise serene. Turning her head back to me and glancing down at me momentarily, she then returned her mouth to Davina's while I, pumping my last, felt the ecstatic ripplings of bliss while her greedy cunny drew on my tool.
Disengaging herself at last, Emily flopped down and stretched herself luxuriously, while Davina, kneeling, gazed upon her with a pride in which I would at least have liked to share. Surely now I would be spoken to, caressed, congratulated? But no. No word of tenderness came to me.
"You may go, Harry. Emily may require you later. Wait in your room," I was told. I knew then again the cold edge of mingling apprehension and excitement that rises in one when lewd women are in sisterly league. That such a sensation should have thrilled me would but a few weeks ago have seemed unbelievable. Now I knew it to be my fate-and welcomed it.
An hour later I was called in to fuck Emily again, though being forbidden to kiss her or otherwise touch her. This time she lay with her arms at her sides and her cheeks resting upon the counterpane. Only the urgent little shimmerings of her belly betrayed her pleasure. Otherwise she lay motionless with a beatific smile of victory on her pretty face.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Emily departed looking infinitely more demure than when I had first encountered her downstairs. Davina was as pleased as a cat with cream. Permitted to wear shirt and trousers, I joined her for dinner.
"All is well, Harry. Dear Emily has passed her test with flying colours, as I expected her to. Such untold depths are in her-and it is I who went fishing for them! I have no doubt that she will wish to pleasure herself with you again, but it will be at her discretion. Your obedience to her is to be as to me. I believe you understand that, Harry."
I nodded. I was no longer confused or dismayed. I wished it so. Evidently this showed in my face for Davina wore an air of contentment.
"Tell me what you want now, Harry," she demanded over the wine.
"Oh, I do not know," I replied, going unaccountably red.
"Then I shall answer for you, my dear. You want everything, and who does not? All the world is the same. There are many who live all their lives in dreamland, but in reality obtain nothing. For my part I create my own living dreams, as you have seen, and shall continue to do so. As for you, Harry, you will satisfy your immediate desires and then turn to seek others. It is the way of the world. The wheel of desire ever turns. Do you wonder why I do not let you fuck me regularly? It is because by so doing I increase your desires. Once I relinquish you, then you will find another woman at the center of your life. She for a while will act as the pivot-but then she will be replaced, and so on."
So speaking, Davina gazed at me thoughtfully. There appeared even at times to be love in her eyes.
"Shall you relinquish me?" I asked plaintively.
"As to that, who knows? Even if I do, I may come back again. I am not so fickle as you might think. Moreover, I see part of myself in you, and in your eagerness to experiment. Had you been of different ilk I would not have put Emily to you. It must be nice to have a cock. Papa frequently said that in such respects I frequently think as a woman and as a man. Emily and Selina are the same, it may surprise you to know. Perhaps that is why we enjoy each other's embraces so much, for we read each other's minds the better for it. Our tongues and fingers, though, are more delicate than men's. No mere male could have brought young Emily so quickly to a high pitch of anticipation and pleasure as I did-few women, perhaps, for that matter. I bring to the minds of such a thousand things they had never thought of and yet are convinced, soon enough, were their own ideas. This in turn leads their minds toward fulfilment, though again they might falter were I not to lead them on. They fear to fall into the flames of hell and yet are delighted to find themselves but warmed by the heat of desire."
"You did not, though, mesmerise Emily, or it seemed not. Why do you need it with some and not with others?"
"It is a matter of susceptibility, Harry. During my absence from here I chanced to mesmerise her for the briefest spell of a few minutes. That sufficed to tell me what I wished to know about the innermost workings of her mind. By repeating such ideas to her myself when she was out of the spell, I immediately gained her confidence, for she knew us to be sisters in thought. Many a would-be wanton lies sleeping beneath the fluttering eyelashes of the apparently demure. Such are like the princess in the fairy tale who needs to be awakened. When I speak of putting a girl to the cock, I mean precisely that, for I can teach her how soon it runs dry while she herself can absorb the salutes of yet another dozen. In all but physical valour, Harry, women are the stronger of the sexes. The only power that men possess is an artificial one-that of controlling the purse-strings-but they can be robbed even of that by knowing females."
"Do you wishn, then, that to happen-that women can rule the world?" I asked.
"There is no need, my dear. It suffices that they are made subservient in the home, but that they continue to perform their duties outside. I have no wish to shame them outwardly. What happens in four walls is another thing. Let us take the instance of Harriet, for example. You wonder why I think it needful to burn her bottom with the whip, but even Emily would know the answer to that. The fires that smolder unheeded in Harriet lie deep. She hears not their call. It is not her spirit that I would break, but her own foolish refusal to recognise her destiny. She is over-proud. I would not wish her to be otherwise, but she must attain to that pride by a different route. In order to learn to conquer, she herself must first submit. Emily is a perfect little love kitten who yet knows how to keep possession of herself and not to fall into the possession of males. When Harriet first has the feel of a stiff prick in her bottom, she will be outraged. In due course, however, she will come to understand and will arise all the stronger for it. You will be but able to lick her thighs before she puts the heel of her boot on your neck. You are a little frightened of her already, are you not?"
How true that was, though I had not consciously thought of it before! Harriet was to my own height and had a superb, statuesque figure. Her limbs were as marble, her breasts, thighs, and bottom perfectly formed and possessing a magnificent, rubbery firmness.
"I had not thought of such a thing," I stammered uneasily while Davina afforded me a cool and appraising stare.
"It is not unusual, Harry, and in fact suits the situation well, for you will approach her with a certain sense of homage, which I believe she will sense, however much she believes at first that she is being outraged."
Such was the intuition of Davina, who proved absolutely correct in regard to both Emily and Harriet. There were many times when I thought myself half in love with Emily thereafter. She would take to teasing my cock, while having her dress turned up to her hips. Very prettily she would, in Davina's absence, kiss me and fondle my balls, though telling me I must not do it to her until she said. That I was obedient delighted her, so that I frequently fucked her more than I would otherwise have done.
With Harriet it was quite other. The feeling of awe that the sight of her nudity had inspired in me was slight but ever-present, as was the proud flashing of her eyes. Her figure was as if carved in marble, her bottom exceptionally bold in conformation-the most beauteous in fact that I have ever seen, it was a truly noble orb and remained so through all the years. The transformation that was to occur in her was utterly remarkable, as I shall now relate. I believe too that Davina had a particular intuition that it was to occur, for it appeared to be implicit in events.
"You do not want her whipped, Harry, do you?" Davina asked me curiously. I felt vastly relieved at the question, for I would not have dared to put the matter myself. Replying that I did not, she smiled. "Well, then, I shall feather her instead-by that means she may be offered up to you even more quickly."
I will not dwell overmuch on the preliminaries of how this occurred two days later. Learning of Harriet's imminent arrival, I could scarce control the beating of my heart but was miserably sent to my cell, there to wait. The carriage sounded from beyond, but I could not see it from my small window. From such sounds as I could hear, Elise and Monique appeared to be bustling about. Then, some ten minutes later, came a cry which I recognized as Harriet's: "Oh, you shall not shame me so!"
Some struggling was then heard upon the stairs and a bumping against the banisters. The voices of all sounded, including that of Davina. Such protesting wails came from Harriet as chilled me within, and I sensed that she was being led into the room where she had been whipped before. The door thereto closed and only silence came to me, for the walls were well muffled. An eternity seemed to pass and Davina then appeared, naked to her black stockings and black boots which were laced up tightly to her knees. In her hand she held a long pointed feather, the tip of which she waved mischievously under my nose. The woman-scent thereon gave me a swoony feeling. I needed not to be told what it was. My cock was immediately rampant. I stood naked, as I had been told to stand.
"She is all but ready, Harry. The first moment of your true glory-and of Harriet's were she but to know it-is at hand. Come. I shall neither limit nor minitor your possession of her, for I know that you will act nobly in reaming her. Be but powerful and not too hasty in your assault."
Trembling with eagerness, within which was mixed not a little apprehension, I followed her. Was I to face my sister? I could scarce bear to do so in such a moment of anticipation. The door to the barred room lay open. Once more Harriet was strung over the trestle, her ankles and wrists bound; but I, this time entering from the doorway, saw at last the full majesty of her bottom and the long lines of her legs, whose curves filled out the black stockings and boots, which she also wore.
Her legs were straddled, soft moans escaping her. Immediately beneath her and between her legs, but facing in my direction, was Monique, who, simply by turning her face up, was attending with her long tongue to Harriet's quim, the lips of which were parted to that luring snake. Limited as Harriet' movements were-and I could see but little of her profile, which was obscured by the falling waves of her hair-her lips nevertheless jerked and weaved in such compass as they could find.
"Nooo-noo-noooo!" she whimpered unceasingly, while Davina, standing beside me, fondled my stiff cock. Poised beside Harriet was Elise, who was gently teasing my sister's bottom-hole with the tip of another feather, causing Harriet to choke out little excruciating cries from time to time. "Oh, let me go, let me go! Aaaaah!" she sobbed unceasingly, though I felt not so much trepidation in her voice as a sense of excitation that she was endeavouring to overcome.
"Oil her now, Elise-she is to take her brother's cock," Davina intoned.
At this, Monique was forced to ring her arms around Harriet's stockinged thighs, so frenetic did her restricted movements become, a wail of total despair arising from her: "No! Oh, no! Not Harry! He dare not-cannot! What are you d ... d ... doing? Oh, what is that?"
"That" was a small brush which Elise dipped into a small saucer of warm oil, which she applied quickly around Harriet's crinkled orifice and even a little within. This ministration brought further moans from my sister and her noble bottom bucked wildly, her long legs straining in their straddled posture.
"Ease into her slowly but firmly, Harry," Davina murmured to me, leading me forward the few steps that sufficed to bring the glowing crest of my weapon close to the superb cheeks that waited to be split.
I held my breath. It was so entirely different from my encounter with Emily, or even to those with Mama. The sense of daring was uttermost, and yet so of course was the deep tingling of desire to invade Harriet's innermost crevice with my prick. Was I to use my hands? A nod from Davina, who divined my hesitation, and I placed my palms at last on Harriet's warm hips-a gesture that brought another high-pitched wail from her, for simultaneously she felt the first nosing of my knob between the in-rolling cheeks of her bum. Beneath us where Monique crouched so that her feet came between my own, her tongue continued to lap, seeking between the folds and crevices of Harriet's cunt and working so ardently around her clitty that my sister's cries were ever an intermingling of despair and excitement.
Bumping as she was against me, but prevented now from twisting her hips by the clamping of my hands, Harriet unwittingly pressed her oiled rosette to the crest of my charger, causing her sobs to choke out the louder.
"Into her, Harry," Davina breathed. In the same moment she fisted my cock and maneuvered it so that the rosy purplish knob was offered firmly up to Harriet's secret aperture. Sucking in my breath and then expelling it with a loud "Whooosh!" of untold sensations, I pressed my veined shaft gently within. Slipping past the lubricated rim, my knob found itself in the most exquisite of burrows. Harriet shrieked, but lusting for her then as I was, I ignored all but the heady pleasure of the act and, keeping her lush hips well gripped, inserted three, four, five, six inches on and on until at last in the most tremulous of moments I was lodged full up her so that my swinging balls were met by a mischievous salute from Monique's tongue.
Gritting my teeth in the luscious ecstasy of that first moment with Harriet, I held myself so sheathed that she might feel the full throbbing of my conqueror.
"Harry! No, no! Oh, you beasts-you cannot-ooooh!"
A choked gurgle came from Monique below: "She is coming again, madame. Oooh, what a sprinkling! Harry, go at her!"
I needed no second bidding, for I knew that the maid's invocation would not have been uttered had it not met with Davina's approval. I could no longer contain myself in any event, lusting as I was to spray Harriet's tight squeezing with my sperm. Working my loins vigourously, I brought her luscious, firm cheeks to smack against my bottom while her moans resounded on and on. So tight was she that I felt I was urging my prick in and out of a baby's mouth. With each withdrawal almost to the tip of my penis I could feel the deep suction of her. My knees thrust into the backs of her own and I felt her quiver adorably with each deep inward stroke. Then, as if by magic, she uttered a long trilling sob-her back arched right over before me-and fell to a silence broken only by tiny choking sounds.
"She is taking you, Harry. The young mare is on heat. Sodomise her well and come in her," Davina breathed, pressing the side of her thigh to my own.
"Thrust full up her, for I want her to feel it all. Let not a drop escape until you have pumped your all. Flood her, my boy, for she needs it though she little knows she does."
"Oh! Oh! Har-reeeee!" Harriet sobbed. It was her last despairing cry. Seeming to want to escape me, and totally unable to, yet her bottom occasionally appeared to grind its glossy orb into my belly.
"Harriet, is it not glorious? I am fucking your bottom," I groaned, for I could not but help let the words escape me and was immediately admonished.
"Be quiet, Harry!" Davina snapped. "You are not to speak to her thus. Are you coming? Inject her well!"
"Aaaargh! Yes!" I groaned. My head hung back, my cock fully corked. The squeezing that Harriet exerted on my embedded tool was delicious. Never had my jets been so powerful nor so prolonged as one upon another they leapt up my veined stem and cannonaded within her while I rubbed my belly madly against her polished bum.
"Thooo-ooooh!" I head Harriet moan deliriously, and I truly believe that in that moment the wildest heights of my pleasure were fully shared between us. On and on I throbbed, she seeming to squeeze out every small bursting and pelleting of sperm until the final drops were expended and the last quivering agonies of release seized me. All but hanging over her back then, I kissed her shoulders and neck, unmindful that Davina had not given permission for my lips to fall on her. As I did so, I felt a little, eager thrusting back of my sister's bottom and knew within myself that my assault had been finally received with more delight than ever she might confess.
Moving sleekly behind me, Elise drew my hips back slowly so that I finally uncorked from Harriet with a distinct plop!-such a sudden desertion bringing a shuddering sigh from her.
"To your room, Harry," Davina ordered quietly, though giving me a nod of such approval that I felt not downcast by my dismissal. "I will attend to her," then came to my ears from Davina, together with a muffled sound of the loosening of Harriet's bonds and a little cry as she was apparently drawn up.
"I want to go-oh, let me go!" was sobbed by Harriet while I was being led into my cell.
"No, you do not want to go-you know well that you do not, Harriet," I heard my mistress say. "Come, you will lie down with me. The maids will not disturb us. Would you prefer that I had whipped you?"
Harriet was sobbing, though again I sensed no despair in her tones. The door upon my cell closed and was locked by Elise, who had said not a word to me. The shutter! By now I knew that Harriet and Davina must be in the adjoining boudoir. Scrambling upon my narrow bed, I reached for it, but whether by accident or device, it was jammed and I could but draw it back sufficiently only to allow a chink of light to appear and their voices to reach me.
"My b ... b ... bottom burns-as, it burns!" Harriet cried. With that came the gentle sound of bedsprings and the cooing voice of Davina.
"Let me but hold you, Harriet. It burns not in reality-rather it tickles. Oh, how sticky you are, but I wish you to remain so, that you may have the feel of it. Does it not feel warm and pulpy within? Of course it does. That which you thought most hateful has turned out to be naught but pleasurable. Your first cock up there, Harriet, is but your initiation. Do I not treasure you above all others? Come, let me kiss you-how deliriously warm you are. Harry has uttered his first priapic tribute to you, my dear, and a tribute it truly was. There shall be no victor from this but you, my sweet. Come-your tongue now, for I am not deceived. Spread your legs wider."
"Oh, d ... d ... don't!" came Harriet's moan, but then followed as it was by the most luscious sound of kisses, I felt my cock stir anew and was enraged in my frustration to peer within. "Noo-noo-noooo! I do not want to!" Harriet sobbed, but the sound was again but a petulant one. The bedsprings tinkled again.
"Harriet, I know what you want. You shall not disguise it from me. There-does that not feel nice, with my finger? You are about to discover yourself, my pet, though it may take a little time. Ah, you beautiful devil, how you wish to surrender, yet will not. Ah, you are wetting my finger-work your bottom, Harriet, agility is all!"
"D ... d ... don't make me ... oooh! Oh, Davina, you are m ... m ... making me wicked and I do not want to be!"
"Wicked I do not want to make you, Harriet. Imperious, yes, though you may not believe it. Only in my arms, my love, will you surrender yourself fully, your thighs wide apart, your tongue in my mouth. What marbled breasts and bottom you have-there is not a young woman in England to match you. Ah! you are coming again!"
"Whooo-hoo-oooh!" sounded then in a long quivering moan from Harriet and then a silence broken only by a murmuring of kisses. The silence endured. A soft hissing of whispers came to me of which I could not catch a word. "Oh, no!" I heard Harriet say once in broken tones, followed by a firmly commanding "Yes!" from Davina. Ah, that cursed shutter-that I could not see within.
"To wine and refreshment now, Harriet. No, my dear, by no means are you going back yet. I will have the girls attend to you. Shall you lie quietly or am I to bring the whip to you? Has not your Mama instructed you well in total obedience to me?"
A mumble from. Harriet came to my ears, but no other reply. That Mama may have played some role in this did not surprise me, for in no wise would she otherwise have let Harriet make such visits without a chaper-one. Even so, it increased the mystification that I thought I had overcome.
Davina then startled me by entering suddenly, making me jump.
"What are you doing? Have you been listening?" she snapped, spying immediately that the shutter was drawn back half an inch. "I shall have it locked. It is an impertinence to listen to your betters, Harry, and you should know it."
With that she was gone, and it did not occur to me until afterward that her words must have reached Harriet and had been designed as much for her ears as my own. Striding back into the boudoir, Davina closed the shutter from the other side and locked it, thus leaving me bereft, for the thought of my glorious sister lying all but naked still and only yards from me was utterly maddening. Half an hour later I received food and wine myself. Such small muffled noises as issued through the wall from the adjoining bedroom communicated nothing to me. Once I thought I heard a little cry from Harriet, and then silence.
An hour later when I was led in there, she was kneeling, her neck and wrists securely held by Elise and Monique, who were on the bed on either side of her. A feather protruded from Harriet's bottom, which, on my entry, Davina delicately withdrew.
"Into her, Harry," she ordered me. Such a wail then broke from my sister as seemed louder than any she had previously uttered. Her hips waggled and strove to prevent my seizing of them, but in a trice I had her firmly clamped and my erection once more buried between the cheeks of her bottom.
"Ah-hah!" Harriet shrieked, but firmly held as she was between the three of us, she had no alternative but to surrender her hot bum to me again. Once more I exulted in the glory of its tightness and the resilience of her cheeks. Once more the in-drawing warmth and the ring-like clamping.
"Hard, Harry, hard!" Davina urged me, giving my own buttocks a fair slap.
"Soo-whooo-whoooo!" Harriet sobbed madly as though she had not already taken me. Her hips, so agile were they, rotated even under the clamping of my hands, her cunthairs tickling and brushing under my balls at every inward stroke, when her spongy interior sucked most deeply upon me. Then, gliding half beneath her tummy, Davina commenced tickling her cunt with the feather. The effect was explosive. Jerking her head up and closing her eyes tightly, Harriet began uttering the most frantic of moans, and it was all I could do to hold her, sluicing my rigid cock back and forth in her luscious tube until with rippling shudders I released my long shoots of sperm while she, in unwilling concord with me, made the luring feather stickier than it had ever yet been.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Now was to come a turn of events that was the least expected in my life. At the impelling of my sperm within her, I felt Harriet press her superb globe tightly into me as if she were veritably straining to receive my offering-then of a sudden she fell forward, being allowed to do so by the gwo girls and thus uncorking herself quickly. Scrabbling at the pillows, her fingers curled in them tightly and then relaxed. It appeared to me indeed as though she had swooned, but Davina evidently did not think so for she merely dismissed me once more with a wave of her hand. Elise and Monique followed unspeaking almost upon my heels, closing the door behind them and motioning me to my room.
I was to be released from that confinement, however, as Elise shortly told me. "You may dress in your normal clothes and do as you will," she said, much to my pleasure, for I hated the smallness of the cell save when I was waiting of a purpose upon Davina's commands. All being apparently silent within the boudoir I went down to the garden and there lazed about, giving myself much wondering as to what might now occur.
I sensed that events with Harriet were not to be so brief as those with Emily, and in this I was right. Being called into the house an hour later by Monique, I found Davina and Harriet taking tea and cakes, in which I was invited to join. Hardly able to meet my sister's eyes, I kept my glances pretty much averted. There was a high "flush on her cheeks, but otherwise she conversed normally with Davina-though a trifle carefully, I thought-on all sorts of mundane and domestic matters which I found boring.
Then with a sudden gesture that I had learned to interpret, Davina motioned me to sit at Harriet's feet, simply doing so by pointing so abruptly that had I been less observant of her commands I might have missed it. Feeling not a trifle awkward in the circumstances, I slid down from my chair to the floor, wondering what my posture was to be. At this, Harriet's feet shifted nervously until only the toes of her boots peeped from under her russet brown skirt.
"Kneel facing her, Harry, and bow your head, sir!" I was told. In doing so I felt a sharp heel come between my shoulder blades and knew that it was Davina's boot weighing down upon me. My nose brushed the carpet, the dust tickling my nostrils. Just within the range of my lowered vision were the toes of Harriet's boots.
"Embroidery is tiresome to the eyes, yes, Harriet." I heard Davina declare. Then calling for Elise, she ordered more tea to be poured. "Your tapestry work is excellent, though, your mama tells me."
"Oh, yes, I have tried," came Harriet's voice, though it sounded constricted. I wondered whether she were glancing down at me or trying hard to ignore my existence and what must have seemed to her the weirdness of my humbled posture. Some scent of her came to my nostrils-such a woman-scent from beneath her skirt as is always ineffably thrilling. I envisaged her cunny lying cuddled and furry between her thighs and wondered if it had ever been breached, though somehow I knew it had not. No doubt deceiving myself with my sensations, it was as if also I could scent the milkiness of her thighs and the ardent warmth of her bottom into which I had now twice buried my prick.
"You must be encouraged in all things, Harriet," Davina continued smoothly, while I, feeling my back ache, stirred a little but was immediately and silently reprimanded by a further digging of Davina's heel.
"Yes," Harriet replied, if faintly.
"Good. Then we shall go for a little drive in my carriage. The fresh air will whet our appetites. Your mama does not anticipate your return tonight, Harriet. Come."
I felt a stirring of my sister's legs. She made as if to rise, but my posture before her impeded her. For my sloth in moving-though I could not have known the exact moment when I was to do so-I received a little kick from Davina which sent me sprawling on to my hip so that Harriet could rise clear. Her own foot indeed brushed my side thrillingly. She appeared to hesitate, I keeping my face dutifully averted.
"Harry will wait here-he can assist the maids," Davina said curtly. The swishing of their skirts then sounded, and I glanced up briefly from my ridiculous posture to see somewhat to my surprise that they were walking out hand in hand. Ah! the complicity of women, as though even before birth some instinct is implanted in them on how to act together and toward males. How little did I know-I even now ponder-of the truth that lay behind the events that followed. How far Harriet was being led and guided-or sternly instructed when I was not within hearing-or how far she decided to surrender to the will of Davina I would still dare not ask her years later. Such mysteries are ordained to be.
I was ignored by both for the rest of the day-fretting much during the two whole hours in which they remained out, Davina only saying that they had rested in a woodland and there had had much to say to one another. This I thought at first was said to spite me, but later realized that I was merely being given a mite of information. My prick ever stirred at the thought of the coming night and Harriet's presence. Would I be permitted to pleasure her at last between her fulsome thighs? She seemed unconscious of my existence, casting me not a glance nor a word. I had no doubt that Davina had schooled her in this and that Harriet was pleased and relieved to take such advice.
Monique played the piano prettily that evening while Elise sang. It was the first such entertainment we had had, and Harriet seemed to relax thereby, even smiling whenever Davina spoke to her. At ten they went upstairs together. I, not having been bidden, remained mooning around and smoking, as Davina now permitted me, for she said it was a manly thing to do. She herself would occasionally smoke a thin cheroot and would even blow smoke in my mouth laughingly.
Appearing from the kitchen where she had been working, Monique wiped her hands on her apron and asked me the time. Consulting my hunter, I said that it was nigh on ten forty-five.
"Good-then you may go up, undress, and present yourself," she said, bringing a great leaping for joy to my heart. I envisaged in that very instant lying upon Harriet's belly and urging my cock in and out of her slit while exchanging the most divine kisses and promises of future bliss. So stupid are men! Preparing myself rapidly and with my cock at full tilt, I advanced into the boudoir, which was lit by two glimmering oil lamps. Upon the bed the two superb beauties lay, utterly naked. Upon their hips they faced one another, tightly clasped, but at my entrance Harriet struggled a little to release herself from Davina's embrace.
"No, you may not, Harriet," Davina murmured chidingly, and I then saw in the dim light that Harriet's ankles were strapped to hers so that in no wise could she retreat.
"Oh, no, no, no!" Harriet mumbled wildly, twisting her neck all about as she saw my nakedness and the rigid condition of my prick.
"Behind her, Harry!" Davina instructed. I knew then what my role was to be yet again. A startled squeal from Harriet and her breasts bulged into those of Davina, whose hands, gliding down and behind Harriet, opened the plump cheeks of her derriere to my lwed approach and so allowed me to urge my knob up immediately. All was not, however, as before. While I, the servant of the pair and no more accounted for than the possessor of a ready weapon, commenced pumping my sister, the pair fell rapidly to kissing, since Harriet seemed now not able to escape that desire.
Littie cooing sounds of pleasure broke from Davina. "Yes, my darling, work your bottom freely. Is it not better now? Are you not more fulfilled? Did I not tell you? Regard him as but a serf, my pet, who is pleasuring his Mistress. Jiggle your hips-he will not dare offend you in any other way save at your bidding. Conserve your forces, sir, until she wants it!"
The last being said to me, of course, I gritted my teeth, for the sight and sound of two such lovely women cooing and tonguing and kissing while my cock was working up and down between the bulging cheeks of my sister's bottom was almost too much to sustain.
"You will tell him, Harriet-you will tell him when," Davina whispered.
"No, I ... no, I ... no ... I ... aaaah!" babbled Harriet, her hips now working strenuously in counterpoint to my thrusts while her anus enclosed me tightly.
"I shall whip you, Harriet!" Davina hissed, though without any malice in her voice.
"C ... c ... c...." stuttered my sister, whose glowing bum was rotating into me with such fervor that it was all I could do to suppress the rising of my sperm. "C ... c ... come, Harry, come!"
Ah, what unutterable bliss to hear such words from the lips of Harriet! What a strange and maddening attraction there is in such lewd cries from a woman who is almost past caring what is done to her as long as she is able to release the spilling of her juices! A thrust, a groan, and I had spermed her to the full, the gruelly outpourings following the knob of my prick as it finally withdrew and lay spent against the top of her thigh.
"What a pretty thing," Davina sighed, feeling down between us where the oils of love glistened. "To think it matters little in all reason who brings you such pleasure, Harriet, for you could take half a dozen of the same and leave them naught but feeble and exhausted around you, crumpled as it were like autumn leaves." My Mistress laughed while Harriet but buried her face in Davina's shoulder and sighed. "Is that not so, Harriet?" was asked and I waited breathless for the reply, herluscious derriere still orbed into me. "Send him away," came Harriet's whisper. "Of course, my pet, though you yourself will order him soon enough to do that after he has performed to your satisfaction. Go, Harry."
How often were those words said to me when most I wished to linger! Yet in the very pain of dismissal was a sweetness that I could not wholly dismiss. Rising from the bed, I gazed but briefly upon two Venuses who were hence to prove unmatched in all they did, though then I little knew it. The shutter between my cell and the bedroom remained locked. Sleep came to me not for long hours, wondering what they might be at or what they were saying.
At morning I half feared that Harriet might be gone-that all had been some illusion conjured up by Davina's powers-yet earlier than I they rose, each attired in a fresh gown and with the bloom of love and satisfaction upon them both such as I had never thought to see.
"Into the garden and play, Harry," Davina said to me immediately after breakfast. So treated as a schoolboy, I-who had left the years of play long now behind me-all but rebelled. Then Harriet it was-radiant in grey silk-who looked up at me from the table and said quietly, "Do as you are told." Such was the softness of her voice, and yet I wilted. Davina's secret smile mocked me as I went. Their complicity was complete, and I the defeated could do nothing but obey.
What had I to do in the garden on my own? I was bored and slouched around, finally setding myself on the grass at the bole of a tree and brooding upon my future. There were times now already when home seemed far distant, though it was but several miles away. I thought of Emily and her unexpected entrance-ment of me while I had fucked her; of Selina, who now seemed but a vuluptuous ghost; and Gwen, whose embraces I would then have savoured, rolling her over on the sward with my prick at the ready for her greedy cunny.
So dreaming, and alternating my visions between Emily, Gwen, and the ripe glory of Harriet's bottom, I eased out my eager cock and rubbed the stiff shaft in my hand, half closing my eyes in the balmy warmth of the morning. Thinking of Mama and how she had lain upon me, I frigged myself faster. Had that been but a dream? I was ever in dire confusion of thought now, knowing little-as I affected to tell myself-which was the dream and which the reality. How sharply, however, I was of a sudden brought back to reality by the sound of Harriet's voice!
I opened my eyes with a jerk. She stood immediately above me, and I with my blatant cock swollen up and rigid in my palm! There is naught worse than being caught in a sitting, open-legged position, for there is no way of hiding things. And I who now three times had possessed her by force of lust found myself blushing!
"Up! Get up!" Harriet commanded me, looking more beautiful to my bleared gaze than ever I remembered seeing her. Totally calm now was her expression, as I clearly recall. Placing one hand on the grass, I levered myself up while trying to stuff my springy erection back into my trousers-an evidence of lust that she appeared completely to ignore. Seeing that I was on my feet, she turned about and made toward the house, with me in her tracks but maintaining a short distance between us. The French windows that gave out from the drawing room, and which had been newly installed, lay open. I was shepherded in by the command, as it were, of Harriet's straight back and her long-striding walk.
Davina was there, rising to greet her. "You are going then?" she asked for all the world as if Harriet had made a brief, casual visit.
"I shall return soon. You know that I will. Or better, perhaps, you will visit us," I heard and stood wondering why I had been called in.
I soon knew. Wheeling about, Harriet said to me briefly, "Come." Astonishment was truly mine. I looked towards Davina, whose eyes however did not encompass me at all. She merely took Harriet's arm and walked with her towards the hallway and the door. I, still buttoning the last of my fly, felt as foolish as I had ever done-I, the brave cockerel, who had half lain upon Mama in the grass when her drawers were down. Davina and Harriet looked as sisters, I thought, despite a gap of years between them. They were of the same height and each had a regal walk.
The front door opened, I was curtly motioned between them and made to stand outside while they kissed fondly. I was as if forgotten, ignored, my existence not recognized by the very one who I thought had taken me into her possession. Not once in fact did Davina look at me. With a last brief wave, Harriet preceded me to the carriage, waiting until I opened the door. Her bottom loomed in my face for a moment and then she sat. The coachman grinned down at me and I entered in turn. I had ever thought him a churlish figure. He had been careful not to grin so long as he was in sight of Harriet.
Seating myself apart from her, I wondered hazily how I was to comport myself. My cock stirred still, making a bulge in my trousers. Harriet gazed out of the further window pensively, resting her elbow on the narrow ledge beneath the glass. In such moments I truly believed that all that had passed was but the result of my wild imaginings and of mesmeric dreams into which Davina had cast me. Was I not to return there? The question came to my lips before I could prevent it.
Harriet did not reply. In such silences are a terrible mastery of one, as I was frequently learning. Would other males than I-I wondered-have attempted to soften her by embracing her, by seeking her lovely curving lips? I did not dare. My eyes sought the lines of her thighs beneath the silk of her gown. Was she wearing drawers? What would now happen when I again encountered Mama and Emily?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
In total silence we returned. The house seemed unutterably still as we approached up the drive, and yet it was ever so unless a gardener were about or a maid beating a rug. Not waiting this time upon any attempted male courtesies, Harriet opened her own door and got down, striding straight up the steps in a manner that bid me unspeakingly to follow.
Casting off both bonnet and gloves and quite ignoring the maid who came to assist her, Harriet went forward into the drawing room. Finding it empty, she twitched her nose impatiently and ascended the stairs. Still following in her wake, I felt a sickly apprehension and a joy of desire all at once, such as I had experienced with Davina. What now was to happen and where were Mama and Emily and Papa?
"Wait in your room, Harry," my sister then said to me at last. How strange it was to return home and yet here to listen to the selfsame words as Davina had often spoken. Almost wistfully I thought of her and of Elise and Monique-the three beauties who I had briefly thought might form my heavenly harem.
"Harriet...." I began, though not knowing what I intended to say.
Cocking her head and gazing at me, a sigh escaped her. She seemed about to reply when Mama appeared from her bedroom and gazed at us both, smiling.
"Is all well, Harriet?" she asked, looking upon us both as fondly as she had ever done so that it seemed for a moment the recent past had neverexisted.
"Oh, perfectly so, Mama," Harriet responded and hastened forward to kiss her. I, making to do so in turn, was stayed by a little gesture of Harriet's hand that Mama apparently thought not odd at all, for she kissed Harriet anew and squeezed her hand. Letting it drop slowly, Mama walked toward me and, halting just before me, stroked my cheek. So delicate and enticing was the brief caress that I wanted above all to throw myself into her arms yet was seized as if by some invisible force from doing so.
"Will you deal with him, or shall I?" Mama asked.
"Why, we both shall. Come, Harry, into Mama's bedroom, for there is naught now to prevent our pleasures," Harriet said to my extreme joy. Was I now at last to be truly led to heaven? The bed lay wide and smooth, and I saw that in my absence a huge mirror has been affixed to the walls facing the end of it so that whatever happened upon the bed was reflected there.
Reaching for the buttons of her dress, Mama smiled at me in a way that set my pulses racing even faster. With a coolness that astounded me and yet seemed natural, Harriet commenced raising her skirt.
"Come, Harry, strip off and let us see how well your cock is going to work," she said in a soft voice which made me so swoony that I commenced ripping at my shirt. Meanwhile, Mama removed her dress and revealed to my eyes once more the plump stately curves of her legs, which her glistening stockings much enhanced, the noble columns of her thighs and her majestic bottom, which was tightly sheathed in a pair of black directoire drawers. Her tits, beauteous and full, were uncovered, displaying to my eyes their dark thick nipples, surrounded by small saucers of brown crinkled flesh.
Harriet now had similarly divested herself down to a brief chemise that left her quim and bottom bared, leaving me thus to gaze on them with awe, my cock quivering and hungry. Who was I to kiss first-who to caress? In whose cunt would my fervent prick first poke its longing head?
"Lie down, pet," Harriet bade me in a most seductive voice. Convinced that I was about to become monarch of all the exquisite and naked curves that I surveyed, I did so-the posture leaving my prick sticking up like a red-hot poker.
"He has good balls, Harriet, has he not?" Mama murmured. Bending over me and running her fingers beneath them so that I gave an agonised start, she lifted and weighed them while allowing her globular breasts to brush over my mouth. "Your Papa is also well furnished, as you will shortly see," Mama continued.
At that I reached my arms up and sideways to encompass her waist and draw her down, but the moment I did so Mama straightened up and gazed down at me almost severely.
"Harry, you are still in training," she admonished me. "You are not to move unless required to, even though I take off my drawers, which I may or may not do, according to your behavior. Has Davina not dealt with you thus?"
I was almost too choked with dismay to speak. Even so, the excitement was intense. Standing close to one another at the side of the bed, they both smiled down at me, and Harriet ran her fingers caressingly over her breasts, causing her nipples to protrude and poke through her elegant ringers. "Answer Mama, Harry," she said evenly.
"Yes, Mama, but...." Oh, such desperation was in those few words. Their warm and sumptuous bodies tempted me beyond endurance. Tears flooded into my eyes. I felt awed and frozen in my attitude, only my cock waggling its plea. My balls tingled still where Mama had touched them.
"I know you will be good, Harry," Mama said and then moved so quickly that I knew not what she was about. A quick movement of her luscious legs and she was upon me in such a manner that her thighs straddled my shoulders and the magnificent globe of her bottom hovered above my face in its sheathing of black silk. Then pmfffff!-as quickly as all else those refulgent cheeks descended, smothering my face, squashing my lips, and causing the tip of my nose to be forced up between the glorious hemispheres, into which it pressed the silky material. Squirming heavily once, Mama settled herself while I fought for breath, snorting through my nose and inhaling such a mixture of woman-scents as made my cock seem to extend ever higher.
"Now, Harriet dear, you may put your mouth to a cock for the first time," I heard from Mama, who, being up at the end of the bed so that her insteps rested comfortably upon a pillow, sat upon me facing my sister. Bubbling out my muffled gasps as I was, I then felt the sudden ecstasy of two warm lips gliding down over my knob, which was then enclosed within a rose of moist flesh. Wanting to reach up to blindly caress Mama's stockinged thighs, I yet knew that I dare not and so let my arms remain limp while now Harriet's mouth descended little by little upon my straining prick to ab-sorbe some four inches of it.
"Your lips neither too tight nor too lax, Harriet," came from Mama, whose weight upon my smothered mouth and nose seemed to increase, as did the tangy, musky scents that so headily invaded my nostrils. From Harriet I seemed to hear a throaty murmuring of contentment, I urging my cock madly a further half inch or so within the warm, moist cave of her heavenly mouth. Then came a suction from her hips which caused me to claw at the quilt. In that instant Mama lifted her hips a shade, allowing me to draw in lungfuls of breath before she once more squatted over me firmly.
"Rub gently at the base of his cock but do not let him come, Harriet."
At those cruel words I strove my hips violently, endeavouring to draw my cock back and forth between Harriet's lips, for which I received a painful nip on my thigh, causing me to cry out "Oh!" in the most muffled tones beneath Mama's ballooning bottom. Then began the gentle sucking again and the soft slurping sound of my sister's lips up and down my rod, causing me the most exquisite sensations despite the weird discomfort to which I was being put and which yet, as I realized, brought me deliberately to a glorious state of submission. Delicately running the tip of her tongue around my knob, Harriet several times caused the juice to rise in my stem, but then to fall back as her fingers squeezed it warningly.
"Enough, Harriet!" Mama then declared above me to my frantic dismay, and my wet cock was left pleadingly erect in the empty air once more. Therewith, giving her ample derriere a teasing wriggle over my mouth, Mama rose off me and stood again beside the bed as Harriet did, her hair a trifle awry and the most fetching of flushes on her face, though not so deep as was mine, which was quite coated in perspiration.
So great was my frustration that I began to sob, hoping within myself that this would bring me some greater solace. To my horror, however, Harriet began humming to herself and-turning her back on me so that her naked bottom was wantonly displayed-sat at Mama's dressing table and began brushing her hair.
"Are they all so tiresome, Mama?" she asked pertly and swung around on the stool with her superb thighs deliberately parted to show her muff and the glistening lips amid her curls.
"I fear so, Harriet dear-but you will grow use to it. Harry, you are not to be assuaged so easily," Mama admonished, turning to where I lay still. "Your cock will be put to both of us, but only at such times as we wish. I am mindful that you did not possess Davina often, but that will not be the case here. But look at the poor dear's face," she went on, addressing Harriet. "Perhaps after all we might satisfy him this once."
"Oh, Mama, Mama-yes-yes, please!" I exclaimed. I held my arms up pleadingly, through both of a purpose deliberately ignored the gesture. Rising from her stool, Harriet sauntered back to the bed swaying her hips provocatively.
"The young brute," she exclaimed with a smile. "Hold his wrists, Mama!"
I made to cry out at that, fearing some further, divine torture, but then I was as if between two tigresses. Seizing my wrists and kneeling up upon the side of the bed, Mama drew my arms above my head and so held them secured while Harriet clambered upon me, taking my cock in her grasp and with her knees on either side of my thighs. Wide-eyed and open mouthed, I stared up at her, Mama murmuring to me, "Still, Harry, still." Biting her lower lip as if to suppress some emotion that might otherwise have spilled out in a cry, my sister brushed the crest of my shaft delicately back and forth under the moist lips of her slit, which it just touched. I sucked in my breath-I moaned. Then with a sibilant hissing of her breath through her fine nostrils, Harriet descended the warm, spongy channel of her cunt upon me, so monitoring the lowering of her arrogant bottom that the insertion was exquisitely slow. Then of a sudden she gave a little downward jolt of her hips, permitting a gasp to escape her as she had me fully lodged and throbbing in her clenching slit.
"Haaaaar!" she quivered, while Mama, bending sideways, kissed her upon the mouth.
"Just absorb it so, my pet, for a long moment. Heed not the owner of it, no more than you shall heed Papa when I put you upon him. They are but pleasure-providers, penis-bearers. Rise and fall gently at your own wish-jog-jerk-do as you will."
All this amid the groans and gurgling cries of pure joy that I myself was uttering, my loins quivering violently and the most exquisite sensations surging back and forth within me as the inelucble suction of my sister's cunny exerted itself on my embedded weapon. Drawing up until the tip of my prick all but escaped the pouting maw, she sank down again, her head thrown back and her eyelashes fluttering like tiny butterflies. A faint whisper escaped her, and I knew with an infinite thrill it indicated the matching of her pleasure to me own. My hips jerked impetuously, for which I naturally received a warning dig of Mama's fingernails into my wrists. I blubbered, choked, and then Harriet-with a look of determination set upon her lovely mouth-began rising and falling faster.
My breath expelled itself in a loud gasp, Mama uttering soft murmurings of encouragement to my sister whose resilient bottom cheeks bumped up and down upon my thighs. Again I heard the hissing of her breath through her teeth. Her eyes were wide open, her lips parted adorably, her round, snowy tits jiggling like mounds of white blancmange upon which her rosy nipples gleamed.
"D ... d ... d...." she stuttered. Her teeth chattered. "Oh! Oh, Mama, I am coming!" she moaned. I felt the fine, salty spurting of her raining upon my prick and testicles. My own cries were as incoherent as were the noises she made, Mama remaining statuesque in her pose with her naked bosoms bouncing. "Oh, oh, oh-M....M....Mama!" came from Harriet. Her treasure pot seemed to be flooding all over me. Her bottom bounced faster. I could withhold no longer. One long sobbing cry and my sperm expelled itself in agonised, itching, burning jets that flooded up in a tremendous gushing deep into my sister's cunt. That she could feel it-just as she thrice had in her bottom-I doubted not, for she squirmed all about, my pubic hairs as well as her own being matted with our mingled spendings, which, when she withdrew from me, frothed like cream under her bush. Casting herself down almost beside me then, while my wrists were released, Harriet uttered a sigh of contentment and stretched herself. The movement made her nipples peak and I saw how slender and yet full-curved she looked thus. Slimed as my cock was with love's dew, it remained upstanding to the clear surprise of Mama.
Taking the greasy rod in a light grasp and sitting beside me, Mama soothed it gently while I gazed up at her with a clear agony of love.
"Yes, Harry, you are going to be the most virile of our stallions," she breathed. At that moment my sister cast her hand upon my belly, spreading her fingers into the misty oil she had expended upon me. I shimmered under her touch and with infinite daring slid my hand in turn under her thigh, turned my wrist about-both of us lying still upon our backs-and fingered her pulpy quim. At that she stirred her hips anew, letting the rolled lips rub upon my fingertips, but to my intense joy made no attempt to upbraid me for my impertinence.
Turning my head towards her as she also made a reciprocal motion, our lips met in the wildest of kisses, her tongue slewing lewdly all around my own while simultaneously Mama's lips enfolded my undiminished prick, upon which she began to suck voraciously. Ah, joy! The tip of my finger managed to insert itself into Harriet's slit whereat she rolled her bottom voluptuously. Undisciplined as I was allowed to be in that moment, I urged my straining, sperm-dewed rod into Mama's mouth and moaned my infinite pleasure into Harriet's mouth.
The sucking and slurping sounds that came to me from below added immeasurably to my sensations. Mama had, it seemed, almost the whole of my prodder in her mouth when with incredible suddenness I came again, sploshing my gruelly tribute over her tongue and juddering violently. 'Twas but a short spasm, however, and then I was done, my whole frame seeming to be invaded by both ice and fire before a replacing warmth made me lie inert.
"Thus you may empty their balls for a while," Mama then said to Harriet, who rose languidly from the bed, my hand slipping away from her nest. "Not all by any means will come so quickly twice. He has done well. We will dress now and then he can be fed."
Wrapped in a rosy, tired mist, I lay watching them move as voluptuous visions-as goddesses indeed of de-she-while they attired themselves anew.
"Now, Harry, dress yourself and go down," Harriet said to me quietly, her face having such a translucent glow of health as I had never seen upon her before. Then, turning to Mama and affecting as it were a shyness, she murmured, "It was nice, Mama."
"Did I not tell you so, Harriet? It was as well that Davina took you both in hand. Let us not be afraid to speak of it, for Harry knows his place well enough now and will not dare to venture us, nor Emily, without permission. As to Papa, you will know from what I have told you that I have schooled him well enough in the past weeks to accept that his fate and his role is no less and no more than that of Harry. Are you not dressed completely yet?" Mama demanded of me while I tremblingly buttoned my shirt.
"Yes, Mama," I stammered. I wanted her lovely eyes to remain in mine, but she averted them once more to Harriet whose hair she stroked lovingly.
"There will be rearrangements of course now in the bedrooms," I heard Mama saying as I retreated. "Yours and Emily's must adjoin my own. Harry and your Papa will have the smaller two. They are not to be spoiled, Harriet."
"No, Mama," came to me from my sister and then I was out of earshot, so totally in a daze that I blundered against the banisters in my descent and-at the foot-came face to face with Emily. Her expression was immediately one of amusement, casting her eyes quickly all over me in that inquisitional way that women young and old seem to command as though by instinct.
"Have you been used, Harry?" she asked with amusement. I blushed, knowing not what to answer. "Why, I believe you have and-oh pouf-I was not there to see it. Still, there will be lots of time now. Has Davina finished with you?"
The question was so direct-as indeed Emily always was to be henceforth-that I had no reply except to mumble.
"Well, it doesn't matter-we shall keep you here now," was the pert remark. "Out of my way now, you silly, for I want to go up and change. Do yeu know what you are to do?" With one foot on the stairs she turned, her pretty face regarding me gravely.
"No," answered.
"Ah, but you are happy now-I know you are. We shall keep you and Papa and the others quite contented provided you do as you are told."
"Others? What others?" I asked.
Feeling perhaps that she had said too much, Emily merely shrugged and said, "Oh, there will be othersbut I shall let you pleasure me sometimes, Harry. Now find something to do, for I am sure Mama means you not to be idle. Attend to your room and tidy it up."
I watched her ascend-the flashing of her trim ankles, the upsweeping lines of her legs, the pert boldness of her breasts, and the round, tight contours of her bottom. Had she received the cock there yet, I wondered. I had little doubt that her initiation had been completed, so self-assured was her manner. Waiting until she had reached the landing, since it now seemed the proper thing to do, I went up to my room, which I suspected from what Mama had said was not to be mine for much longer. Had I sat here so often, reading my books and thinking little once of cocks and cunts? Innocence had long flown. Davina, I suspected now, was not the sole arranger of matters. Mama had lied about being whipped herself-and that merely to whip up my desires. Emily and Harriet had burst out of their states of maidenhood as magically as do butterflies from the shells of caterpillars. As to Papa, it seemed that thunderbolts had fallen on him also and that his status as a male was now to be no greater than mine-though once, indeed, he'd been head of the household.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Once the new tenor of lives has been so fixed, they change not. This at least was my experience. Never did I hunger for the total freedom I had once enjoyed, being fretfully happy with what I received. The philosophy of Mama, of Harriet, and of Emily had become overnight, it seemed, that of Davina, who was henceforth to visit often. Of occasion she would bring Selina or even Gwen, whose limpid eyes spoke of the many pleasures she now enjoyed, though she remained firmly under Davina's control.
These, however, were not the others of whom Emily had spoken. They came in the forms of mainly young men who were sent for training, much as I had been, to Davina. How they were selected I know not. That they accepted their fate seemed to me quite natural, though some bore at first on their faces the same signs of incredulity that I had first experienced. When necessary, Davina cast them initially into a mesmerised state, sometimes having two or three bound side by side against a wall in a spare room which was set aside for "training." There, naked, they would have their cocks kept aroused while all sorts of insinuations and ideas were put to them-which, Mama said, would henceforth stay in their minds as Davina's commands had done in mine.
To the outward world, naught changed, for we kept our social occasions as before. Only the discreet arrival of a carriage late at night signalled a new "entrant." Occasionally there were young females among them and much howling and sobbing might be heard until they were quietened down. Such a one was Sarah, of golden hair and slender frame. She had wriggled too often from under the paternal birch, it was said, and must be taught her "manners."
She was a proud creature of some eighteen years, her eyes quite a magical blue, her legs long, and her bottom as round as an apple. Not being permitted to speak to her, I would gaze upon her longingly whenever she was led down from the training room, never sobbing but with her eyes glistening and her head hanging slightly. I had no doubt that I loved her even then, yet such an emotion seemed denied me. Harriet and Emily delighted in teasing me, especially in the absence of Mama, whom they frequently cheated on, I am sure.
"Do you adore Sarah?" was asked me one afternoon by Harriet, who knowingly became an ever more glorious creature in my eyes for I fucked and buggered her frequently. Her bottom seemed to have become fuller with all the injections of sperm she received, as did Emily's. In their lewder moments when Mama was away, they would take me upon a bed between them, fondling my cock and balls with their skirts raised and their drawers off. Jealousy even in regard to them was ever in me, and they knew it.
"Papa had his cock in my bottom last night," Emily would tease, "Mama stood by, of course, for it is proper she should do so. But he has a nice big one, hasn't he, Harriet-such a huge banana I wonder that he gets it right up between my cheeks. Oooh, but it is nice! Would you not like to do that to Sarah?"
"No!" I would groan, for I meant them not to tear the full secret from me of my adoration for her, which her absences but enhanced.
"Davina whipped her bottom yesterday, Harry. So naughty Sarah is that she will not yield herself. She is taking far longer than Emily or I did." In such wise Harriet would mock me until I would grow angry and, forgetful of my status, try to throw them off me, whereat one or the other would grasp my cock and frig it to distraction, making me come all over my shirt-for which I was naturally upbraided.
"Sarah in any case is a sillikins," Emily declared once, "for she will never be as you and I, Harriet, and will be put to the cock at home whether she likes it or not. It is entirely her fault if she does not know how to comport herself."
I listened to all such, though I affected not to. My misery in respect of it grew. Thrice weekly now Sarah was brought to the house, and more and more it seemed to me that her eyes lingered in mine when she was brought down or taken up. Much did I hear of how she even resisted her featherings, which brought her on but little, it was said. Of occasion I could just hear her sobbing cries and imagined heatedly all the delicious, naked curves of her twisting and writhing, her wrists and ankles tied to bars, while the wicked, torturous feather tickled up her cunny or bottom.
The thought grew upon me soon enough that Davina or Mama would tire of treating her and that I would not see her again, for so scattered were the large houses in the county that I would have little chance of encountering her on my occasional, permitted journeys. Thus it was that my thoughts took a most sombre cast, which none could fail to notice. My cock erected itself less at the bidding of Mama or my sisters, or some other female of imperious mien who might stay for two or three days in order to receive the priapic salutes of the male serfs, as we were occasionally told. Some female visitors paid Mama high fees for such "entertainments," I gathered.
"Harry is broody," it would be said, and I would be left alone. "If your cock will not come up half a dozen times a day at least, what use are you?" Davina asked me coldly. "You are here to service the females and to do such chores as may be required. You have no other purpose." .
Her words, not being as cruelly meant as they sounded, were intended to spur me into the vitality I had hitherto enjoyed, but they did not. Then, one afternoon when my heart had pounded madly to the sight of Sarah arriving, I sat in my room listlessly leaving my door half open. I had convinced myself that it was her last visit-I know not why. Though taken upstairs as she was-this time by my sisters, who themselves had become adepts at training-no sounds of despair reached me, for which I was heartily glad. Then came the opening of the door of the training room and a bustling of skirts.
Looking up from where I sat on my bed, I saw Sarah being pushed downstairs by Harriet. Even as they were about to pass my door, my sister seized Sarah's hair and, with a sneer, pointing into my room at me, said, "You are no better than he-you are two of a kind. Do you not wish to kiss him goodbye?"
With that Sarah received a much heartier thrust, which sent her sprawling upon my carpet. I, leaping up aghast to see her treated thus, made forward only to be met by a mocking laugh from my sister, who promptly pulled my bedroom door to and locked it. So unaccountable was this that I wondered at some trick as I drew Sarah to her feet, glorying in the feel at last of her divine form and the warmth of her body.
"Oh, they would make me do it, but I will not let them!" she sobbed. Limp as she was and with her feet dragging, I had no difficulty in drawing her to my bed, upon which she tumbled, rolled over, and looked up at me, one arm half thrown over her eyes. "Ah, what are you at?" she murmured, though making no attempt to rise.
"Adorable Sarah, I love you," I burst out, sitting beside her and laying my hand upon the warm column of her thigh. "Oh, let me help you escape!"
"No, it is not that, Harry. That is your name, is it not? I have nowhere to escape to, for I can only be sent home and my fate there is no better than here. Papa birches my bottom ever and would have at me if he could, for he is always putdng his thing to my cleft-but I will not have it in and wriggle much so that he cannot."
Her words, though despairing, served only to inflame me. For two weeks now my prick had not burrowed into a single cleft, whether between thighs or bottom. Lax as it had lain, it now grew rampant and demanding. Lewdness clouded my mind where I had thought only to find tenderness. While Sarah lowered her arm and bit upon her fingers with her small white teeth, I slid one hand up her skirt, encountered the silk-clad curves of her wondrous legs and then attained above her stocking tops to the creamy skin of her thighs.
"Wh ... wh ... what are you doing?" she stammered.
"Let me feel your cunny for it must be so soft and warm," I urged. Her eyes-those brilliant blue eyes that might enchant the dreams of ten thousand men-opened wide.
"Oh! you are as bad as he. Papa frequently says the same after he has birched me, but I will not, I will not. Stop, stop, for I will not yield!"
Her hands thrust wildly down to fend off my own, Sarah commenced to buck and twist as my fingers urged her thighs apart, finding to my perfect delight that her drawers were off. The idea that they had been discarded in the training room but enhanced my lust. At last now I had a young woman beneath me who had no control over me whatever and could command me to do nothing. Her startled cries and attempted kicking as I fondled the pursed lips of her quim all served to lead me on. This, I persuaded myself, was the reason that Harriet had thrust her into me. I was to be the means of overcoming her primness while at the same time recovering my own forces.
"Ah! No! You beast, you beast!" Sarah spat, though looking no less lovelier for it. "I will not have it, I will not!" she moaned, feeling my cock rub against her silky thighs. Her cunny was well moistened even by then as the result of her exertions and such titillation as my sisters had given it. Her bottom bounced wildly, feeling my forefinger slip up into her oily cleft. "Oh, no, oh, no, I hate it!" she burst.
"Come, darling, come, let me have a good feel. How warm and tight you are and what a pretty froth of curls about it," I urged, pressing one knee between her own and making her widen her legs despite her exertions.
"Oh, Harry, no, I beg you-oh! Ah! T-t-Take it out!"
How sleek and wet the walls of her cunny were as my prober surged in, throbbing its every inch into the tight haven of her lovepot until with one lunge my balls hung at her bottom. So having her pinned, I scooped her thighs up and pressed them back so that she was now entirely subject to my will.
"Oh, my god, no!" Sarah moaned, but my strength was greater than hers by far, and doubled back as she was, her bottom slightly lifted off the counterpane and my prick sheathed to the full, there was naught she could do but kick feebly with her calves.
"My adored Sarah, I am fucking you!" I gasped. Her cunny if anything seemed tighter than any I had yet known, its sealskin walls closing tightly around my swollen cock and yet being of sufficient elasticity to allow me to shunt back and forth within.
Such a sense of glory and freedom I felt! At last-I sang to myself-had I thrown off the shackles. At last was I free from the domination of woman! I had my own woman who would capitulate to me whenever I wished! Harriet and Emily would no longer be able to mock me. Only the slightest tinge of remorse entered me as I kissed the tears which rolled down Sarah's lovely cheeks while ever she resisted the salute of my lips to hers.
"Ah-hah! I beg you don't-don't, Harry, take it out, oh, don't come in me!"
"You shall take it, you shall take it, Sarah!" I ground. "Do you not like my cock? Is it not a divine pleasure haying one in you at last? Come, wriggle your bottom, woman, for I shall have it up there also. Ah, you bitch, you are coming despite yourself!"
Her eyes rolled, her nails dug into my arms, the breath jolted from her. She was spilling in such abundance that I felt it as a sharp spray upon me. "Whooooo!" she quivered and of a sudden lay limp so that I let her legs fall heavily. My own moment was also upon me. In the preceding period I had been schooled by Mama and my sisters to afford their bottoms or pussies as many strokes as they designated before I provided their injections. Often the count would be as high as one hundred and hence I had learned to conserve and prevent the outspilling of my sperm until commanded. Now, however, was different. The deprivations of two weeks were upon me, and a submissive girl beneath me. I would sperm her at my will! Her mouth was as lax as all, her eyes closed. She no longer refused the salute of my mouth, and I swan in ecstasy at this final intimacy and joined my tongue to hers as my cock pulsed and throbbed its essence within her pouting nest.
All resistence gone then, Sarah permitted me limply to disrobe her and myself. Such a divine form she offered to my eyes as knew no peer. Her tits were perfectly formed and as round and firm as two pumpkins. Her nipples, now sharpened to fiery points, offered themselves to my tongue. I licked them, foraging both her bottom and her slit. Murmuring softly and still from time to time moving her head pettishly, Sarah at last permitted me to roll her over with her back to me so that my re-risen cock presented itself to her pert globes.
"You must have it there now, Sarah," I said quite gently, "for if you do not I shall take it by force."
Hiding her face completely from me by burying it sideways in the pillow, she nodded slightly and moved her bottom quite enticingly against my tool. "Yes, I know I must, for Papa will put his there now also and he has such a big one," she sighed. "Oh, but go slowly in for I cannot bear to think of what it might feel like. Ah! you are splitting me! No, Harry, it is too tight! Take it out! Oh!"
Her cries were now so loud that I feared there might be a disturbance, my knob having made her rubbery ring yield already and-nosing up-effected the commencement of my entry. Trusting, therefore, my hand over her mouth, I eased it up powerfully within her warm tube until with a groan-and accompanied by the most frantic wriggles from Sarah-I had her fully corked. Loosing my fingers then slowly from her mouth, I heard her cascade of sobs as I commenced to ream her juicy, tight bottom. Our cries mingled-hers being of shame and despair and mine of joyous lust.
Rampant as I felt, I rammed her powerfully, causing her resilient cheeks to smack lewdly and loudly against my belly.
"Noo-noo-noo-Hoooo!" Sarah continued sobbing, though with her limbs relaxed as they were, I had but to hold her hips lightly while I reamed her. She was mine-I gloried within myself-mine to keep, if I so wanted, no matter what Mama or my sisters or the world would say. Nothing but submission was in her posture now as I sodomised her and felt at last the leaping jets of my sperm flood her very bowels.
So then we lay, she twitching nervously from time to time on my cock, which I kept embedded until its slackness caused it at last to slip without, its exit being followed by a thin trickle of sperm. Eyes open, but strangely sightless and dazed as she appeared to be, Sarah turned then upon her back and gazed at the ceiling, her lips working soundlessly. Was her shame greater than my remorse now? For such I felt. I, who had sworn to love this adorable creature, had treated her, as I now thought, so rudely that I made to gather her in my arms and treat her tenderly. Scarcely, however, had my lips tentatively brushed her cheek than she sprang up. At that the door opened and Harriet appeared, hands on hips.
"Well-what think you, Sarah?" she asked while I felt as if the very floor had opened up.
"He will do, yes-you were right. There is much in him that needs training still, but he has a good cock," Sarah said in a voice that I did not recognize. Her once warm and loving eyes were cold as they looked down upon me. Picking up her things she waited with calm patience while Harriet hastened to dress her.
"You have seen the wild side of him, Sarah, and that was to the good. You will know what you have to do. Will you take him now?"
"Now will do perfectly well, yes," Sarah replied, while I, scrambling up to sit on the edge of the bed, felt such a weakness trilling through me that I then could not get upon my feet. Seeing my condition thus, Sarah kicked at my calf. "Hasten and dress yourself. You are to come with me," she commanded as Harriet soothed down the folds of her dress.
"But I ... but I...."I babbled.
"You?" Harriet sneered. "What have you learned? Did you not know that this was but an entertainment devised to catch you out? Sarah has no need of training. She is a true-born Madame despite her youth. We have enjoyed ourselves muchly these past weeks in order to bring you into her thrall. Do you not think her a marvellous actress-even to her tears? Your socks, your trousers-everything, Harry. You have little time enough now!"
Fifteen minutes later I was led out to the carriage in which Sarah had always arrived. Around my neck clung a leather collar as broad as three fingers. Attached to it by a ring was a chain whereby Sarah pulled me forward. Remembering all too vividly how I had handled her, I trembled in every limb as she motioned me curtly into the carriage and, coming in beside me, fastened the end of the chain to the opposing partition so that I sat almost as a felon.
