Chapter 19
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.