Anonymous - Caroline

“No, dear, not yet,” she teased, “this is your first time with me, is it not? Undress and show me your equipment first. You have to last the night with me, you know!”

I was berserk with desire. Perhaps such small inhibitions as had obtained in me until then were scattered to the winds. This glorious creature was yielding herself to me, and with her lovely daughter all unsuspecting and nigh asleep upstairs. Would that conscience and desire could have fought a longer battle, but there was no help for it. I, moreover, was literally being commanded to obey and did so with as glad a will as ever I had done anything before. In a trice, naked, I presented my standard to her view while she, keeping two paces from me, raised her petticoat and removed it so that her mammalian twins yielded themselves, hard-nippled, to my eyes.

“You may kiss me, Harry, now and press your cock against my belly, for I like to feel it thus,” said she whereat I was in her arms rather than she in mine and felt the superb tingling of her swollen titties to my chest, the sly rubbing of her garters to my thighs and, above all, that indescribable intimacy that comes from two naked, warm-fleshed forms together. I clasped her nether cheeks and savoured again their richness and their subtle yielding to my fingertips.

“Shall we to bed now?” she asked with slight amusement against my lips.

“Let me…” I croaked, but could not bring myself to utter crudenesses against her mouth.

“Let you what? You have not kissed my bottom yet,” she teased, then laughed a little “oooh!” as I fingered her rosette between the thrusting hemispheres. Suavely she moved her tongue against my own, breathing her warm breath into my mouth. “Sometimes we play a game, my pet. Shall I tell you what it is? One is the Master or the Mistress, and the other is obedient. Shall we toss a coin for it?”

“I want to do it,” I moaned pettishly and worked my prick between our bellies as she pressed to me, burring her stockings all around my legs.

“Ah, but you must know how, you see. It does not suffice, my pet, to play the two-backed beast, as Rabelais called it, without preliminaries. There is an art to love and we must all suffer a little in its cause. You have not trained a girl as yet-have you? Nor know how it is done, I bet. How would you deal with me, were I recalcitrant?”

“I would… I would spank you,” I uttered breathlessly for the silky sheen of her skin was making me all but spill, and such would have been a sacrilege.

“Of course you would have to; that is requisite. And when I had a hot bum then what would you do with me?”

“I would do it with you. Let us do it now!”

“Force me upon my back and rape me, would you? Oh, tut-tut, Harry, how very crude! Come, lie down with me upon the rug, but don't attempt me yet. Leisure rhymes with pleasure, my dear, you know!”

“But… but Caroline…” I stammered, for as we sank upon a welcoming rug, so one of her heavy stockinged legs rose over mine and lay across them. My penis burned and throbbed against her pubic bush. Her breath clouded over my face. I felt her swollen titties and her nipple bright as thorns against my palm.

“Caroline is already well-attended to, is she not? And Adelaide? Confess to me that you are the young rogue that I believe you are!”

My face hung over hers and was deeply flushed both at her unexpected words and the voluptuous excitement of the moment.

“Why, no-not Adelaide,” I stammered.

“Modesty! It really becomes you Harry!” she laughed and moved her sultry lips this way and that under my own in the most bewitching manner while she clasped my pulsing member and ease her fingers up and down the straining rod, causing me to tremble with delight. “Have you not rodded both? Why, I believe you have. Your sister is a little coy to tell me so, and yet I see a flame deep in her eyes such as I always wish to see in pretty girls. Have you not spanked and tupped their bottoms yet?”

“Yes, I have!” I replied fervently and made to roll upon her silken belly, but she held my member in a tighter clasp.

“You have enjoyed them, Harry, but have not warmed their bottoms up as yet. You do not mind my frankness? Why, I'm sure you don't. Love and desiring are the freedoms that we all enjoy. How well did they present this afternoon? Come-you can tell me.”

My Lord, it was true that Caroline had told all!

“Let me do it with you!” I begged again and brought a silvery laugh from her.

“Darling, you have yet to learn the art of ultimate arousal. The more we talk of it, the more will be the fever in our veins when we commence to fuck. Were the girls submissive, Harry? Truly so?”

“Yes!” I replied in a gasp. Between words her long tongue would lick along my lips, her palm sliding under my balls to weigh and caress them. How desperately I desired to let my sperm jet forth, yet now and again she would grip my urgent member warningly.

“Never waste your liquid treasures, Harry when a woman's lips or bottomhole or cunny wait for them. Speak with freedom! Love is shared between us all. We are bohemians in that respect. You will be the property, so to speak, of all the ladies in the household when you are married, and they in turn shall be yours. None of us wear drawers, and we are ever ready for the cock!”

“How beautiful!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, it is,” she murmured, “there is freedom in such things. A cock sucked dry shows no remorse, nor does a cunny bubbling to the brim with manly sperm. Sometimes, as now, you will be drawn into a woman's arms to fuck her. Sometimes you may prove yourself the master. Do you not want to do all, and enjoy us all? Claudia, my elder daughter, is delicious. Suck on my tongue and play more with my cunny as we talk.”

“Is it all true?” I knew I had no need to ask. Saliva trickled in between our lips. Spreading her legs, she drew her knees up and began to work her bottom to my touch.

“When the males have us, Harry, there is nothing but delight. Had you seen Caroline at her breaking-in, you would have adored her even more. How she whinnied as the birch bit into her! Then, when he mounted her and drove the peg up in between her bottom cheeks, she squealed but once, then moaned her pleasure out. Long did he throb in her before he worked it back and forth and nothing to be heard but her sweet sobs. Oh, Harry darling, yes!”

I was upon her clipped between her stockinged legs, knob at her sticky slit and easing in.

“Fuck me, you bad boy-fuck, oh fuck!”

Her ruffled garters rubbed my legs. My balls slapped underneath her bottom's orb. Oh wondrous cushions of her tits on which I lay! Into the channel, tunnel of desire, the squish-squashy mouth of love, the padding curls, silk of her belly underneath my own, her nipple stiff as thorns beneath my chest, flooding of breaths and incoherent moans.

“Hmmmm! Hmmmm! Hmmmm!” she hummed into my mouth and loosed her tickling, bubbling juice around my ensheathed rod, heels drumming on my buttocks as she did while I strove all I could not to eject my sperm upon the instant as I wanted to, but nursed my strokes and buried in, drew out, and thrust again all in a jiggling-joggling of desire.

“Witch! Dearest! Wondrous woman!” so I choked.

“Yes, Harry, call me what you will. Call me by wicked names-I do not mind! Ah, pump me-yes-go faster now. Come, darling-you have held it back too long. Come in me as you do in Caroline and Adelaide.”

“You d… d… devil… ah!”

The wrapping of her legs was strong. Rasping of stockings to my skin. Meltings of mouths-wild cries of hot desire. I felt her spill once more and yet again, then knew the fire, the ice, the tingling-tickling in my stem, urgent uncoiling of the strings of sperm that spat their way fast up my buried prick and jetted, spattered, splashed within her maw whose spongelike clasp absorbed my every pellet, spout and drop until I shuddered out my last and buried my tearful member deep in her.