Anonymous - Caroline

“Did you get the drawers and trousers in?” asked Caroline. I had indeed, they made the set-piece perfect, as I thought, just in the corner of the plate, but clearly to be seen. I moved the apparatus and took another, just for safety's sake, turning the dry plates around within their frame.

“Now for the last touch, darling, as we said. She must find dried sperm upon her stocking tops,” said Adelaide, then a squeak from Jane who would have moved further back but was then brought forward like an uncertain schoolgirl.

“I cannot; I do not understand,” she quavered.

“It is very simple, dear. You have your major part to play. Well, for today at least. Get out your cock, my love, and put it in her hand. There… Oh Jane, you silly, do not snatch away! Enclose it in your fingers while he leans over Esmeralda's knees. His sperm will shoot out in due course and splatter on her thighs, just as we want it to.”

“Oh, but…!” from Jane whose hand I took and brought it to my rigid tool, I bending with one knee upon the couch. Her fingers touched uncertainly, then clasped a little, but too loose.

“Have you never frigged a man before?” I asked. Her mouth was parted. Soft and lustrous were her lips. I took the fruit, since it was offered carelessly, and meshed my mouth to hers. In the same moment, Adelaide swept up the young woman's skirt from behind and drew her drawers down quickly to her knees. Jane spluttered, gasped against my lips, her bottom and her quim both yielding then to subtle fingertips.

“Hasten!” said Caroline, “Jane-make him come.”

“Blub-blub!” came choking sounds from Jane. I felt her knees sag, though I could not see. My sister was working at her skilfully. Jane's fingers then began to glide back-forth along my rigid penis while my tongue found hers.

“Make me come!” I gritted, though it sounded rather as a boyish whine. Adelaide's fingers made her belly jerk spasmodically. Jane's breath was warm within my mouth. Her tongue responded and her hand worked faster then. “I shall fuck you yet, Jane.” Oh, the helpless gasp of man! She whined, she wriggled, making little liquid sounds. Her hips churned.

“She is coming on,” said Adelaide.

“Oh darling, be careful where you spout!” a cry from Caroline.

“I want to fuck you, Jane.”

“I know,” she breathed. Aha, a double victory was in sight! I tore my lips from hers with a giant effort and looked down. My cock was well-posed for the target down below. Full fuzz of hairs I saw and open thighs, dark stocking tops and garters tight. I would as soon have loosed my sperm in Esmeralda's juicy cavern as in Jane's, but the moment was nigh upon me then. My knees buckled and my jets shot out, blobbed down and made their sticky pools inside the thighs of Esmeralda and around her garters' rims.

“Poor Jane-she should have had it bubbling in her cunny,” Adelaide said. I turned. I could not help myself, thrusting my spilling cock beneath Jane's nest. The knob nubbed underneath the oily lips, her naked thighs against my own and her bottom balled upon my hand.

“Ha-haaar!” moaned Jane, but she did not resist. My last pearls spilled, her belly trembling fleshily to mine- then the white light of final weakness, and I sagged. A moan came from below that made us start-Jane to draw back and pull her drawers up quick. Oh, pell-mell were we then and I not suited to the task, but out we must. I thrust my dwindling cock back in and turned and took the camera-Caroline the stand.

“Oh, quickly, quick!” said Adelaide. A breathless surging and we all were out, the night air cool upon our brows.

“Oh my God, they will hear us,” moaned Jane.

“They will hear nothing but their own cries, and those not for a few moments yet. They are not fully conscious. Come!” I said and made them follow me in tattered flight along the gravelled drive until we reached the carriage and they tumbled in, I taking up the reins and we were off, jingle of harness and the graunching of the wheels until we reached Jane's house again. There she got down with Caroline. The scene for the next act was set, but I was not, alas, to witness it, and had my magic chemistry to see to, anyway. I thus report what was told to me, and word for word will set it down.

Upon entering the house, the two found Ethel all alone. Mabel was up in bed, she said, and grinned victoriously as she spoke. Mabel had drunk the wine we had provided, but Ethel had not.

“She is asleep?” asked Jane who showed composure in her own abode.

“Yes, dear, and nicely so. Papa will have a frightful shock to find her in his bed.”

“That is just what we want, but then I will ameliorate the shock. Leave it to me, my pets, as we agreed. He will be home within the hour? Good. Both of you,” then, go to bed on his arrival. Show but a mild concern. I wish it to be no more than that or you may spoil the trick of it. Act as if it were natural, though it will not be for long,” said Caroline, then fell to describing to Ethel what had passed. No sooner, though, had she reached the point where the two photographs were taken than Jane said quickly that she would relate the rest, and fell a-whispering to her sister.

“Come no, it is not a secret 'twixt the three of us. You will both have to learn manual dexterity in future, dears,” Caroline interrupted, causing the sisters to bite their lips and stare at her. “Well-will you not-if all is to be saved?” she asked.

From Jane the faintest nod. Ethel just blinked and gazed into her lap, but Caroline showed patience and said no more upon the subject then and led the way upstairs to look at Mabel whose sleeping state was one of innocence, though utterly unclothed.

“She will learn well from this night,” said Jane with compressed lips as they retreated.

“Into your nightgowns, girls, and I shall do the same,” said Caroline, “Your father may be here at any moment now.”

And in twenty minutes Thomas did arrive, to be greeted to his great astonishment by Caroline who patently wore nothing underneath her night attire which clung bewitchingly around her limbs. I need not detail word for word, though, all their conversation. Mabel had drunk unwisely, Caroline informed him, and she had thought it best to stay and put the girl to bed.

“In my room?” asked a bewildered Thomas, though his eyes were truly filled with the voluptuous vision of my wife's half naked breasts and the outlines of her thighs.

“That was my problem. Where to put her, Thomas? Neither Jane nor Ethel have a double bed, though you may think it wise in future that they should. I have, of course, the spare room-but if you wish me to leave…”

“At this hour? Heavens, no, my dear. I could sleep on the couch, of course.”

“You certainly will not! In your own house? She is so fast asleep, my dear, that she will not awaken till the morn and will not know you have been there. Come, look at her, she looks so sweet.”

“I-ah-well, yes, but I think it best… ”

“Quiet, Thomas! Do not wake her, pray,” said Caroline, and then began to lead him up the stairs, upon which signal Jane and Ethel made appearance on the landing, garbed as lightly as was she.

“She sleeps so deeply that one will never wake her till tomorrow,” Jane said simply.

“Yes, my pet, but…”

“Well-goodnight, Papa.” A kiss on tiptoes and he felt her bosom, thighs and belly warm against his. Then Ethel's came in turn, though not so close, and swiftly then they turned into their rooms, their bottoms globing boldly under their thin coverings, the which he could not fail to see.

'The twin visions ripened up his cock a little-warmth of bodies, and the stillness of the night,” said Caroline. Still demurring as he was, she led him in where Mabel lay, her lips half parted, nipples peeping over the sheet's edge.