Chapter 2
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.