Chapter 16
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.