Anonymous - Caroline

“'So-I have your full attention at last, have I? I am not as you think, but for the moment that is neither here nor there. Girls of your class are trained, put up, brought on to it, put to your trials. Were you not, Miriam, or did some chance of fate keep you a virgin?”

“'What?' I demanded, though being aware that even to reply to her was an insult to myself.

“'Get up when I speak to you!' she snapped and tugged so hard upon my collar that I choked. Charlie but laughed and smacked my thighs.

“'Do as she says,' he uttered, 'or it will be the worse for you.'

“I feared that it would. 'Will not you then release me?' I asked with quivering lips.

“'I promise nothing. Just behave yourself,' said Carrie, retaining still what seemed to me the entirely new modulation of her voice which spoke of a class above her own.

“I rose, was made to turn, and so looked down on them. In utter shame I stood. The cloak flowed open at the parting of my legs and showed my bush.

“'Charlie, fetch her stockings and shoes; she must be properly attired.'

“It occurred to me then that he seemed in part to be under her spell, for he obeyed without demur and made his way upstairs. 'The blue, ribbed ones-I like them best,' she called. 'Yes,' he replied, and in a moment came back down. She then said bleakly to me, 'Let him put them on. He will have a feel up you; they always do; do you remember?'

“I flushed at her words. There was something in her words that presaged a knowledge as to my past. With one arm rudely between my legs, Charlie drew my stockings on and fastened them with garters. Then my black shoes followed. Carrie looked at me most critically. Having girded me tightly in my stockings, Charlie passed his forefinger slowly in between the lips of my quim and said, 'She's sticky still.'

“'Of course, she would be; so am I. You will fuck her again shortly, Charlie.'

“'Oh no!' I gasped, but was ignored.

“'Charlie dear, fetch tea and biscuits. Breakfast was too long ago. Have a good drink of beer-I know you want to.'

“'Yes, all right,' he grinned, and was gone again.

“'Carrie-please!' I begged the moment that the door was closed.

“She stood in turn and smiled, then suddenly scooped up my cloak and soothed her hand around my naked bottom cheeks.

“'I like your bottom, Miriam. It is silky, warm and full, the way a woman's bottom should be. Some are pear-shaped-really quite awful. Yours is round and plump. Fruitful, I would say. Have you heard the term before?'

“I shook my head-screwed up my eyes. The tip of her forefinger had worked up into my aperture between my cheeks and entered to the first knuckle. I uttered a small squeal.

“'Has it been a long time?' she asked laughing.

“'What is it that you want of me?' I moaned.

“'Were you fruitful? At what age did you first suck in the juice? Was he kind to you-unkind? Were you birched beforehand? Did you struggle much-call out for your Mama?'

“'I do not know of what you speak,' I cried.

“'Oh, you know well enough,' she urged and wiggled her finger in and out, making my hips to churn. Then, scooping her free palm underneath my mount, she cupped my quim and rubbed me there and made me squint and murmur incoherently. 'You have nothing to say,' she said. Her newfound accent was upheld still and confounded me.

“'Who are you, that you speak thus?' I asked.

“'In due course you may know, or you may not. Ah, Charlie, yes, you dear. I'll have mine first and then she may have hers. Take hold of her lead and hold her steady while I sit.'

“I was thus held. Carrie picked up her cup and began to drink. She sat immediately below me and made me keep my eyes on her-or rather, Charlie did by tugging on my collar. Slowly she sipped and said, 'She has a beautiful cunt, Charlie. Do you want to have her standing up?'

“'I do, yes.' My moans of despair were again ignored.

“'You shall in a minute, then. Let me tickle her up first and have her ready for you.' So speaking, she placed her cup and saucer down, untied her boot and then with studied insolence worked her stockinged foot up in between my legs and leaning back, tickled my cunny with her toes. 'She likes this,' she laughed. I could not move, of course. He stood behind me. 'Just keep your hands on her shoulders, Charlie; hold her still. I like to see her thus.'

“I hissed my breath in. The titillation of her stockinged toes insinuated on and on. I felt my cunny moisten, felt my knees give, but she kicked me when they did.

“'I think she is ready for you, Charlie. Take her against the wall. I want to watch.'

“'No! Save me!' I screamed with utter foolishness. He pulled me backwards-not too roughly, I confess-and then confronted me and made me lean my back against the wall that faced the couch where Carrie sat. Opening his trousers then, he got his big prick out. I need hardly say that he was in a state of fierce erection once again.

“'Bend your knees a bit,' he husked at me. I made to press against his shoulders, but he grabbed the lead and held my head back and the collar tightened.

“'Bend your knees, you stupid,' Carrie called across the room. I wilted and obeyed, my legs splayed open. How obscene I felt! 'Now get it up her, Charlie-make it last. I want to watch her face. She'll go all flushed,' laughed Carrie. Ah, my god, and then he prodded me with it, explored my cuntlips-oh forgive the term! — and clasped my bottom strongly while he surged it up, making me straighten my legs when it was in, our bellies pressed together, his hot breath upon my cheek.

“'Christ! She's a lovely fuck, Miss! Clamps it tight around my prick, she does.'

“'I know; she would. Now pump her very slowly, Charlie-very slow.'

“I heard a-gasping as he did. 'Look at me Miriam, while he does it to you,' Carrie said. Try as I might, I could not help but meet her eyes. My chin rested haplessly upon his shoulders, all his fingers dug into my fleshy bottom cheeks. 'Ah, you look stupid, but lewd, Miriam; are you enjoying it?' came her next words. Charlie was puffing as he worked my slit. His big cock throbbed inside me and his pubic hairs rubbed into mine. I believe, for a moment or two-and to my utter shame-that an animality took hold of me. I did not wish to avert my eyes from hers. I wanted her to look, to see my thighs a-quivering, my legs held wide apart. Bound as my wrists were still, my fingers twined together.

“'Ho!' I sobbed.

“'Really, Charlie, she is beginning to like it. I can hear her bottom bumping to the wall!'

“'Oh, please-oh, please,' I sobbed, but knew not what I pleaded for.

“'She wants to feel you come, Charlie, but don't loose it yet. Bring her away from the wall now but keep it in her. Both of you turn round now. Turn her bum to me.'

“'Ah! What!' I choked. How ludicrous the stance we then obtained. He had had me finally up on tiptoe against the wall, but now it was not possible. He bent his knees the more to ram his piston in and out while Carrie came behind us both and fingered up my bottomhole.

“'Hold the lead, Charlie! Keep her head forward- over your shoulder.'

“'Oh, god, I'm almost coming-she's so tight!'

“'I have my finger up her bottomhole-that's why!'

“I gurgled, choked. I was possessed by both. Her finger could feel the moving of his cock within. My head swam and I burbled out I know not what. I began to come; I sprayed his prick and felt it seem to swell the more, and then he came. In mighty leaps of sperm he came and flooded me. The pellets and the strings of sperm came on and on while Carrie gritted, 'Both of you-now do it, now!'

“I remember falling afterwards upon my knees-remembered the last pulsings of his prick and how it finally slipped without and dripped his spendings on my thighs. I felt repulsed and yet excited, too.”