Anonymous - Caroline

“That is because you are the more receptive to it now, Myrtle. Don't squeeze your bottom quite so much. Just let me get my finger in-and then the other in your honeypot, you see?”

“Gooo-oooh! No, don't! Not up my…”

“Myrtle, yes! That's where his prick will go up first; you know it will.”

“Don't want to-not with him. Oh, it's too big!”

“You witch-then you have seen it, haven't you!”

“J… j… just once, har-hooo!”

“You're coming on, my pet, you are. Come, drench me now and let my finger work right up your bottom as you do. Then think of naughty things and lovely nights and big balls bouncing underneath your quim.”

“Oh no! ah-oooh!”

That gargled cry. I knew it well-I knew the pantings, rushings of the breath, and that last dying sigh that speaks of pleasure loosed. A sound of kisses-small, small kisses-such as makes me think of ripples on a pond.

“Just think, my sweet, you will receive more than you spend once you are ready for the cock.”

“I c… c… couldn't… no!”-a rushing gasp and then the strangest plea, “Oh, let me stay with you, just you, and Adelaide as well.”

“To live a life of Sapphic pleasures only? Tush! What would you do when we two were at play with males? Now turn-come on. Yes-turn, you silly, turn. Bend over- further. Further, Miss, I say!”

“What would you do with me? Oh, shame-don't grip my neck like this. It hurts! Mama, Mama-oh save me, do!”

“Your Mama has no intentions of saving you, my pet, save that it be for pleasure. Well enough she know your silly ways, your refusals to put your bottom up for it, your squealings that no doubt bring the house down. I mean to put you to it, Miss-and now!”

Good heavens-I was summoned, Knew I was. Prick stiff again from all that I had heard, I ran along the passageway and was within. Bent over-yes-she was, her bottom high and Caroline's full weight upon her back.

“Quickly-have her bottom now!”

“OH NO! MY GOD, NO! GET HIM OFF! YEEAARGH! Oh, don't you dare! It's far too big-it won't! — mama!”

I had her hips while Caroline held her neck, my cock half-freed and nubbing at her cleft. The warmth, the tightness there, the springy cheeks! Insurgent slid my knob between and found the soft-rimmed hole. It yielded slowly to a bitter cry from her, then clipped the helmet tight-so tightly I could scarcely move. She endeavoured to retract. I ringed her waist, but still she clenched her muscles tight. And sobbed. And sobbed.

“I cannot… cannot get it in,” I gasped.

“Adelaide! Bring down the cane!” The voice of Caroline rang through the house.

“You beasts, you beasts-I'll have you hung for this!”

And then a call from Adelaide; a clattering on the stairs. The cane had hit the banisters in her descent. She rushed into the room as one who fears invasion by the Turks.

“Is she proving difficult?” she asked in a deliberately naive tone, and shook her head at me as if to say, “You naughty boy!” She was naked to her stockings, shoes.

“Extremely, darling. Three strokes of the cane, please. Dearest, stand aside.”

“Oh God, no, no! I'll do it-honestly I will!”

“Too late, my dear. Help me hold her!” This to me, of course. I ringed her wildly-twisting waist and clamped her arms therewith.

Swoo-isssh! It streaked across that lustrous orb and brought a high-pitched scream from the dear girl whose bottom waggled madly, legs awry, a pink stripe left upon her bulbing globe.

“Doh-on't!” she screeched.

“Another, Adelaide. Go on!” said Caroline who had her hands cupped underneath the dangling tits of Myrtle and, I had no doubt, was teasing up her nipples as she did.

“No-no! I'll let him! Nar-haaar! oooh!”

“Wait, Adelaide! I wish to hear her say it and repent her sins. What precisely will you let him do?”

“I'll… I'll…I'll let him…!”

“Let him what?” And this from Adelaide. Then swoooosh! The cane bit bitterly once more and laid a triple line across the hot, rotating bum of Myrtle whose warm tears fell on her forearms as she sobbed.

“Let him put it up mee-eee-eeee!”

“I believe she will Adelaide. We will take her word on it-I shall not hold her more. Stand ready with the cane, though if…

“Of course. Come, Myrtle, let us have a better posture-legs apart and back dipped well, your head and shoulders down into the seat.”

“I c… c… can't keep still!”

“His cock is going up your bottom, dear, and that will still you soon enough. Legs straight! Come-ankles more apart!”

“Woh-oh!”

I had her hips again, was at postillion, and very gently parted her seared cheeks, at which she wilted gasped, and made a sobbing sound, but wriggled not too wildly as I probed her ring and brought it to yawn a little around my knob.

“Yes, darling, yes-now push it smoothly in,” said Caroline, then took the cane from Adelaide and slid it under Myrtle's chin and by gentle pressure brought her face to rise and kept it there, the cane maintained in a straight line, and Myrtle forced to gaze into the wall. It is, as we are wont to call it, the “full training posture,” when a female has proved fractious. She who would hide her face must have it raised for all to see. Like all, she spluttered, made to force her head down once again, but was told sharply “no!” by Adelaide, the two then standing on each side of her.

“Goo-oooh!” choked Myrtle. Inch by inch I slid it slowly up and felt her clench, but not so tightly as before.

“Hold it so. Are you half in?” asked Caroline. I nodded blearily and saw her smile.

“Then keep it so a moment. Let her take the feel of it. No, Myrtle, keep your head up, you bad girl! Hold her hair, Adelaide. 'Twill keep her still.”

“Oh-woh! Oh-woh!” from Myrtle all the time. Her passage eased. Two inches more. Another “whooo!” from her. Good heavens, she was tight! The backs of her thighs came warm against my own. I felt the ridging of her stocking tops, then with a grunt I lodged it to the full and had my balls a-hanging underneath her pouch.

“Nah-hooo!” she squealed, but then was quiet again. I let her feel it throb and stirred it gently. “P… p… please!” she quavered.-“Shush!” said Caroline and drew the cane from underneath her chin while my sister loosed her hair and let it fall. A wobbling cry from Myrtle and she let her head sink down, but no one said her nay to that.

“We shall see to Norma now,” said Caroline. They drifted out and left the darling prey to me, my cock buried in her bottom and her bulbing cheeks hot into me. Hearing the door close then, she whimpered, “Please! don't want to!”

“Yes, you do,” I said. I felt her bottom stir against my loins. At the first entry, one should always “still” the girl. I have seen and heard it thus a score of times. The throbbing of the buried cock communicates despite their fears. When the loins are still, there is a certain comforting. I passed my hand beneath her silken belly, felt her quim. She jittered at my touch and moaned. I found her button perky to my touch, then drew my prick half out and held it there.

“Please take it out!” It was a token sob. I did not answer her but kept her at the stance, then eased it up again and twirled my finger underneath her cunt to make her wriggle, as she did. “It… is… hurting… me,” she whimpered. -“It is not,” I said in a flat tone and began at last to piston her, which is to say that the penis moves at first in short, slow jabs, then lengthens up its stretch and pace until the girl receives the whole and throbbing length of it.

“Ooooh-whooo!” Her tone was not so doleful then. I bent upon her, cupped her swollen titties, let them dangle on my palms, and felt the itching of her nipples to my skin.