Anonymous - Astrid Cane

The effect upon Ralph was naturally electric, for so well did Clara bend and dip her back that not only her proud nether cheeks but also the fig of her cunt were presented to his heated gaze. Passing her fingers down under his throbbing tool and feeling for his balls, Belinda drew them out in turn and cradled them lovingly on her palm.

'What think you, Ralph-should she not be taken to her room and strapped for this? The naughty girl drove her papa to distraction, I do believe. Move back a little closer, Clara, since you have been well taught to do so', uttered Belinda while Clara artfully brought the backs of her knees to touch Ralph and thereby all but presented her nether cheeks to his mouth.

'Why… I… I… I… ah, my dear, ooooh!', stammered he, feeling Belinda's hand grow ever more persuasive.

'Splendidly formed, is she not? But then her frequent strappings and indeed her papa's other fond attentions did much to ensure the perfect conformation of her bottom, dear', murmured Belinda. 'She had good cause to sit upon her papa's lap often enough for certain comfortings after her chastisements, did you not, Clara? Come, be truthful, girl, for I am sure that for all our future benefits we would both wish you to be so'.

'Yes, Mama, I was a little naughty', uttered Clara in a would-be trembling tone, 'for I frequently sat upon papa's p…p…p… LAP… like this- OOOOH!'.

Having accompanied her words by actions, Clara- to the throbbing joy of Ralph-now ensconced herself fully down upon him so that his stout penis, which Belinda quickly released, stuck lewdly up between the tops of her stockinged thighs and poked its purplish head enquiringly about, causing him to jerk with pleasure.

Thus, in fact, was the tableau that obtained when a knocking was heard upon the door down the hall. Bereft of servants who might answer it-for Belinda had knowingly dismissed them for the day-all three sat for a moment as if frozen in their attitudes, though there was little cold about the conjunction of Clara's warm thighs with her would-be stepfather's pulsing cock, causing her to have many excited memories of the past.

Without, stood Astrid and Patricia, the latter blushing and the former calm. They had seen all via the latticed window which they had reached silently from the rear of the house, being as much assisted by the absence of servants as Belinda had thought herself to be. Astrid weighed the visions of what she had seen warmly in her mind. Her papa's tool was as thick and doughty as she hoped it might be, but it was not for these two wantons within to enjoy it and hence she raised the knocker again and let it fall resoundingly, while nudging her sister.

'Straighten yourself, Patricia, and endeavour to look calm. What you have seen is the future and not the present', Astrid declared somewhat mysteriously, though the more that Patricia thought about the remark afterwards, the more she blushed. A certain scuffling was heard within and then at last the door was opened, presenting a much-flushed Clara to their view.

'Is Papa within? We heard that he had visited', said Astrid, who unknown to Clara was as well aware as she that she was wearing no drawers.

'Why, yes, he is conversing with Mama-upon business, I do believe', replied Clara, who appeared to be guarding the doorway rather more jealously than politeness allowed.

'Indeed, yes, I imagine so. We will not dally long, Clara. We thought only to bring you a present of some wine. Shall you accept it?', Astrid asked. Turning about as she spoke and not waiting upon a reply, she motioned to the coachman, who shuffled forward from the rear and deposited a box upon the steps. 'It is rather heavy-a dozen bottles-Papa will carry it. Fetch him', said Astrid then in a slightly sharper tone which made Clara stare at her and then step aside.

'Oh, yes, indeed-a dozen bottles-heavy', repeated Clara somewhat stupidly, for she knew not how to act in such a contretemps.

Brushing past her, Astrid strode towards the doors of the drawing room, which Clara had left revealingly open, though not so much so that Ralph did not have time to cover as best he could the evidence of his erection.

'Papa, dear, I have brought some wine for our dear friends', exclaimed Astrid while donating a smile to the bemused Belinda, who endeavoured to regain her wits and would as soon have seen Astrid at the other end of the world at this moment.

'Wine, yes, ah', repeated Ralph stupidly, his cock prodding so fiercely up under his trousers that he was at great pains to try to conceal it from the gaze of both Astrid and Patricia, who had now joined her.

'Wine? How sweet of you', cooed Belinda, though the words stuck in her throat.

'The very best, for I know you have a taste for it-as we do also', added Astrid hastily. Moving within, she seated herself demurely and gazed as if appreciatively all about while her father, scuffling and somewhat red-faced, laboured with the box and knew not where to put it.

'In here, Papa. I am sure that Lady Smithers will not mind', called Astrid gaily.

'Why, good heavens, no, what a pleasure it is', responded Belinda, who even in such a moment could not resist examining the label upon the first bottle she drew out as Ralph deposited it upon a table. 'Chateau neuf du Pape, 1862-a splendid year, such a fine bouquet!', Belinda said.

'A rich body, too, I believe', responded Astrid coolly, casting her eyes slowly up and down Clara as she spoke.

'You must of course partake of a glass', Belinda said, seeing here-despite the inappropriateness of the interruption-a fine chance to inveigle herself with Astrid and Patricia. Indeed, the more she quickly thought about it, the better it became and all at once she began to fetch glasses from the sideboard.

'If I may, I will take sherry-it becomes me better at his hour. You, too, Papa', declared Astrid, casting as fierce a glance upon him as ever she had bestowed. The very piercing of her eyes betrayed better than any words the fact that she had not failed to espy his uprisen condition.

'Ah, yes, sherry, if we may, Belinda', he gurgled.

'Of course. Will you open the wine, dear? What a pleasant family party this can be', cooed Belinda while turning about to attend to the sherry and to smaller glasses for the three.

'Dear Ronald, is he not here?', Astrid asked casually, which question caused Clara to flutter as if she had just remembered his existence. He was at his studies, as ever, she declared, but would be fetched forthwith. Soon enough indeed-even as the glasses were being filled-he appeared, rather taken aback that he was permitted to join in anything and being much taken with the appearance of both Astrid and Patricia, each of whom were careful to give him the most winning glances.

'Well, what a pleasant surprise this all is', averred Belinda, who already saw herself now all but at the head of the two families with an obedient Ralph being occasionally diverted by the allure of Clara's bottom.

'Is it not?', responded Astrid warmly, adding to Belinda's surprise, 'I have long thought that we should all be closer together. How pretty Clara has become. Her dress suits her admirably for it shows off some of her best attributes. Have you not noticed, Ronald?'.

This remark taking all a little aback, so boldly was it uttered, that a little silence fell. His cheeks flushed, Ronald nodded and gulped down more wine. The twin halves of Clara's tits, rising from the low cut neck of her gown, did indeed present him with a more revealing view of her beauties than he had ever been vouchsafed before. Stimulated as he was by the wine, his cock stirred a little.

'Ah, yes, it is perhaps a trifle daring', Belinda ventured uncertainly, though thankful that both she and her daughter had not got to the point of taking their dresses off when Astrid and Patricia had arrived. Her voice sounded oddly blurry.