Anonymous: Caroline

How bizarre, voluptuous and majestic she then looked! Her bush was thick and deeply frizzled below the creamy swell of her belly.

“Well?” she asked, “Are you too shy to do it to me now in front of them?”

“Harry, go on-I want to see. Gertrude, turn round, bend forward, put your hands upon your knees,” said Caroline with the boldness that was frequently her way. She stood up. Gertrude smiled a smile at her as if of admiration and surprise, but did not hesitate. She swung around several feet in front of us and bent as she was told, her big bottom cheeks presented, plump and totally unflawed, a faintly gingery hue between the large, ballooning hemispheres. A dimple decorated the left half of her luring bum most prettily.

Off came my jacket and I pushed my braces down. All was quiet then in the ornate drawing room. Only a clock ticked out its monotone and threw the seconds out in a slow shower of sparks.

Feeling my approach-and I sensing myself utterly on exhibition, as it were-Gertrude reached between her legs with her right hand and groped up underneath her bottom for my cock. I bent my knees and put it to her searching fingers then.

“Service me, Harry.” she murmured. I had never heard the phrase before, but have known since that it is much used by the country folk who may say also that a girl has been “covered” if she has been fucked.

I clasped my hips and bent my knees. Not a sound came to me from the girls behind. My swollen knob was grazed against thick curls, felt rolled lips and moisture there, and then manouevred in till it slipped upwards in her spongy dell. At that, Gertrude spread her sturdy legs the more and put her hand again upon her knee-the other being similarly placed. Slowly I sheathed my cock and felt the well-known tingling round my knob as it invaded the close, silky walls until my balls hung underneath her quim. Gertrude hissed her breath out, then was quiet. Her heels dug in the carpet, pressed down by her weighty legs.

“Slowly, Harry!”.

I resented, I believe, the intrusion of Caroline's voice. I was, it seemed, brought to perform. A gaggle of females is quite “dangerous” in that respect. Some may simper and do what is asked of them, but others take a strength upon themselves and reverse the usual roles of males and female. I no longer dislike that and have known other men of the same mind. One is transported for a while into a different world where females rule. There are some women who will have it no other way, but Adelaide and Caroline were never so and would come meekly to me in the aftermaths, as if the game had changed and the old order then restored.

In my awkwardness on that occasion, I knew not how to hold or support Gertrude whose solid stance and sturdiness were such that her hips but jolted lightly as I pumped away, first holding at her hips and then, more pleasurably, palming the fronts of her plump thighs and feeling through her cunthairs as I did.

My sister did not move, nor Caroline. I have no doubt they kissed. I heard small sounds. Seated as they were, they could best see the in-out shunting of my tool in Gertrude's nest and the steady swinging of my testicles. Moving my hands again, I let Gertrude's weighty tits perform their wobblings on my palms and felt the stinging of her nipples on my skin.

A minute passed of steady slewing in and out. I must confess the girls had trained me well in those past months, had monitored me not to come too soon-had even strapped my buttocks when I did, then cozened me, made jokes of it, and so mollified me that I had no resentment of their knowing ways. A lively girl is always older than her male, even though he be twice her age.

Gertrude scarcely murmured, but I felt her come, sprinkling my cock, her bottom smacking loudly to my belly as she did. I hissed my own pleasure out-tried not to moan. The largeness of her bottom was a pure delight- the full width of my waist, for I was slim. A ruthlessness seized me. I began to ran her harder with my cock. She uttered a small noise at that, as if I pleasured her the more.

“Do you like his balls? Do they not look nice?” I heard Caroline say. My sister murmured something in reply. Caroline had her hand right up her skirt, I'm sure. The slapping of my flesh grew louder in the drawing room. Blurred though my vision was with lust, I was aware of all-the velvet curtains, polished sideboard, silver ornaments, a vase of flowers. My prick was in the cunt of a comely woman whom I scarcely knew-a silken sheath that sucked upon my tool. A strong desire to kiss her wide, — full mouth was on me, but I knew she would not turn her face. We were “performing” and no more than that.

“Haaar! Oh, Caroline, oh darling!” I heard Adelaide declare. I did not turn my head. I did not want to see and yet I did. I heard the chair creak and a rustling sound. SMACK! SMACK! came Gertrude's bottom into me, and then I came all in the glory of my spurting sperm and could not stem the tide, could not. I loosed her tits and parted wide the elastic half-moons of her bottom cheeks, pressed my thumb to her crinkled orifice and loosed the last warm strings of come, her full moon wriggling to my urging thumb.

As I withdrew at last, I spattered on her stocking top and Gertrude rose and turned about, wobbling her breasts against my chest and kissing me with passion.

“You naughty things are just what I need.” she said, and gasped “Oh, look at them!”

I turned about, my cock held in her grasp. Adelaide was seated and her dress thrown up. Kneeling before her, Caroline supported my sister's stockinged legs upon her shoulders and was lapping slowly at her cunny-slit.

I was more contemplative than Adelaide and Caroline on our return that day. In a curious way I regretted what had passed. I preferred the closeness of our threesomeness, as Caroline was wont to call it. I did not wish us to break out into the world. I wanted all to be closed in, remote, and thus (as I saw it then) secured.

In the quietly-sensing manner of females, my sister and Caroline were aware of this, but a ruthless streak obtained in them that I had not bargained for. Being once more in my sisters house and we three sedately drinking tea, Caroline said of a sudden, “Gertrude wants to see us being… you know… doing it. She says there'll be a party soon and wants the three of us to go. Shall you be jealous, Harry?”

“Harry, shall you? Yes, I know you will-you will,” interjected Adelaide, and I with a gloomy cast upon my face. I said I did not care, so dull my mood was at the news. They knew I lied. They saw it in my eyes.

“You have done it-and in front of us,” Caroline said crisply and crossed her legs and made her stockings swish.

“It is not…” I began to say, and stopped. A sneer slid snakelike on her lovely mouth.

“Not the same? Is that what you wish to say? Just listen to him, Adelaide! He had his thing right up her, in our view.”

“Shut up! I wish I had not had. You egged me on,” I burst and went upstairs. I wanted to hide myself and never to appear again. I had my own room there and kicked around in it. I heard them laughing down below. Beware of what you want, for you might get it, Harry, my Mama had said. I had acted like an animal, I thought; I had performed like one with Gertrude Smeath; if anything, I had been used. I had serviced her like a stable beast.

Half an hour passed and I brooded still. Fear and desire: they curdled in my mind. Then I heard feet ascending and composed myself and sat down on the bed. A knock came. I grunted something. Adelaide came in and closed the door.

“Caroline was right, you know. You did it with her, right in front of us. People get excited and they do things. Well-I did not mind. You would not have done it if you had not wanted to. It made you feel nice, did it not?”