Anonymous - Caroline

Trembling we lay in the sweetness of that moment then, her cunny gently sucking on my cock, hairs intermingling at the crotch, my balls beneath her bottoms cleft.

“Nice, was it nice? Say it was nice,” she mouthed.

“The best fuck that I ever had,” I moaned and felt it almost to be true, cradled upon her lush and fulsome form.

Her legs slipped down. She lay with them apart and with her eyes half-closed.

“Keep your balls up to my bottom, for I like it so. Can you feel me squeezing on your prick?”

“Yes-it's delicious. Do it-do it more.”

“You will get stiff again, and soon enough. Take me upstairs. The bed will be softer for our labours there.”

“But, but Caroline may hear,” I murmured, drawing slowly out of her, my prick half stiff and still a tingle in the stem.

“We are used at home to all such sounds, Harry, and you will learn that soon enough. Come-bring my clothes and yours. Hold underneath my bottom as we go. Pretend that you are leading me to sin,” she giggled softly as I knelt and drew her up.

“I am,” I laughed.

“No, dear-to pleasure. Sin is pain. We do not wish to know of that. Are we ready for our little trip? Tread softly and they'll hear us not-if you do not wish Adelaide to know.”

“I do not mind,” I said, but she knew it then to be untrue and helped me bundle up our clothes into my arms.

“You cannot hold my bottom now, but you may upstairs,” she laughed, and thus we took ourselves, transformed across the passage of the hours as now we were and henceforth would remain.

Chastened by conscience, chased by memories, I descended in the morning hollow-eyed-the last to rise. The girls were up, and Lady Somner, too. Her ripeness bloomed, but I have found it always is with females that they appear from lustful beds into the light of day as roses opening out beneath the sun.

“What a nice young man he is!” she smiled at Caroline, and I-remembering how my prick had been buried up between her ample bottom cheeks upon the tousled bed-blushed and felt confounded, knew not where to put my face.

“Mama was nice to you-I said she would be so,” Caroline said to me in the morning room when breakfast was done and lay full and warm in us. “I trust you were very nice to her,” she added with such a twinkle that a blush engorged my cheeks. “Well?” she asked abruptly when I did not immediately reply, but then on seeing my expression she cast her arms about my neck and laughed and said, “You are so funny, Harry! Did you get on well?”

The double entendre was all but inescapable. I was about to choke out something when my sister entered the room and closed the door and leaned against it. How curiously I felt that there was both reproach and high excitement in her look!

“I believe he did, the rascal,” she exclaimed and then immediately ran and pressed her lips to mine, almost as if to say, “But you are ours!” So warm and loving was the pressure of her lips, so yielding her slim form to mine, that I embraced her fondly, fearing perhaps what she might fear and wishing-despite her wickedness of the day before-to reassure her. Even as I did so, I felt Caroline move behind me and take hold of the shoulders of my jacket which I had not buttoned, and I wondered at it, thought it merely playful and encouraging of our embrace. At the next, however, Adelaide stepped back, though kept her arms looped round my neck and gazed at me with a lovely sparkling smile while Caroline suddenly pulled my jacket smartly down behind, full off shoulders, and so trapped my arms.

“Mama!” she called to my bewilderment, and Adelaide even looked astonished, too.

Lady Somner immediately appeared and closed the door behind her with a click.

“Is he not a darling?” she asked.

“Caroline-stop it!” I blurted, but felt a fool to struggle and stood with my arms pinned by my own coat.

Adelaide looked bewildered and dropped her arms, being joined then by Lady Somner.

“Let us have his trousers down. I want to have a daylight look,” said Lady Somner to my utter dismay, and the which brought a squeak from Adelaide.

“No, I say! Really!” I blustered, but all was lost. I dared not kick nor flail my arms, and no sooner had the words left my lips than Caroline's Mama had grasped my balls through my trouser cloth and caused me to stiffen both my legs and gasp.

“Be quiet, dear. Adelaide, unbutton him and get it out.”

My sister had stepped back and seemed to know no more than I where to look.

“Please, dear-I wish you to,” said Lady Somner, bringing my sister to run her tongue across her lips. What look passed between them I did not know nor see, but then she came forward and groped at me as Lady Somner's fingers fell away. I had begun to stiffen then; I could not help myself. As Adelaide's fingers touched my buttons so my pego rose the more. She gulped and would not look at me. Then came her fingertips within the growing gap and out my stiff prick came into the light, I blushing like a choirboy at my exhibition to them all while Lady Somner once again approached and put her arm round Adelaide's slim waist.

“Have you sucked him, Adelaide?” she asked.

My sister's cheeks were crimson and she shook her head. Caroline had, but Adelaide had not. Though Caroline had often tried to make her do so, she had always averted her lips from my glowing knob.

“I don't…” Adelaide began and blushed the more.

“You must, dear-sometimes. It is excellent for the complexion, and besides there will be other gentlemen in future who will desire your service in doing such. Bend down and take it in your mouth.”

“Ah, no!” I jerked, but was ignored. Caroline dragged on my jacket harder and so held me tight. Adelaide seemed mesmerised. She made to bend, then stopped, but Lady Somner laid her hand upon her back and pressed her gently.

“Do it as I say,” she murmured.

“Will you spank her, Mama, if she does not?” Caroline laughed and I feeling already the first warm breath from Adelaide's sweet lips around my knob.

“Exactly as I have done with you, dear, yes,” came the cool reply, and then her hand pressed Adelaide the more and suddenly a mouth soft as a flower, warm as the early sun, enclosed my knob and sucked it in, the swollen plum upon the sleeking tongue causing me to quiver in an augue of desire. Relentless then was Lady Somner-goddess of my dreams the night before. Gripping the nape of my sister's neck, she caused her to draw in three inches more the while that with a movement of her other hand she drew up Adelaide's broad skirt and bared her bottom to the room.

My sister snuffled, gasped, upon the throbbing of my stiffened cock. Again she made to rise, again was held and made to hold the juicy stem within her mouth while Lady Somner's finger worked between her bulbing nether cheeks and, as I sensed, urged up into her bottomhole.

More splutterings from Adelaide, the breathings through her nose becoming louder. I felt her sucking more upon my prick. How warm and moist and succulent it was within her mouth!

“Move your cock, darling-let her take it,” murmured Caroline and sensed that she had less need to hold me then. Indeed, she severed her grip upon my coat, came beside me and laid her head upon my shoulder, whispering, “It's nice. Look how she works her bottom to Mama's finger.”

I was by then lost to the adorable sensations of having my prick sucked by my sister. Conscience fled once more that she had mayhap been forced to it. Hunching my coat back up, I took her head in gentle grip and knew that any second I would come, urging my tool in-out along her tongue. She, after all, had yielded her bottom full before me. This was but a simple act beside that one. I ruffled her hair, half closed my eyes, uttered her name. Her hips squirmed and her bottom wriggled more.