Chapter 18
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?