Anonymous - First training

“Shush, dear,” she murmured, “bring your bottom back to the end of the bed.”

Robert being guided forward meanwhile by Bertha’s commanding hand, Sarah once again wildly shook her head and needed to be restrained.

“Please, no! Please, no!” she pleaded as though in anguish whereat our stepmother ceased fingering her titties and ringed her tightly about the waist so that Sarah’s shoulders were partly hidden from my view and Robert’s as she was leaned upon.

“Quickly, then, Bertha,” came the order and a slight downward nod of our stepmother’s head which had the intention of showing wherein our brother’s prick was to be guided.

Sarah bucked at that, but then our stepmother gripped her hips more tightly the while that Bertha, taking hold upon the stem of Robert’s rearing prick, nosed its rubicond head full under Sarah’s plump quim and urged the knob within the rich, moist aperture of her cunt.

“NA-AH!” Sarah screeched, whereat our brother’s cock slipped out again, so eel-like were her motions. It did her, however, little good, for while Bertha then held him and waited, and Robert stood with the most bleared expression on his face, our stepmother afforded Sarah’s bum three hearty smacks which left it rosy-pink and her sobs resounding.

“Now, my girl, you will take it up you,” our stepmother said sternly, and with greater purpose then Robert’s pego was slipped in to gritting cries from Sarah as she received the first three inches, four-then five-and ah! a sudden jolt inspired by Bertha’s hands and he was in her to the root, her bottom bulging to his belly’s thrust.

“HOLD!” was then commanded by our stepmother who peered over and down under Sarah’s bottom the better that she might view the sensuous conjunction of their private parts. Only the root of Robert’s prick then showed and Sarah’s shoulders hunched themselves and shook. Her bottom moved infinitesimally and then was. stilled. Bertha, restraining Robert, placed her hand under his buttocks and so held him tight in to his sister. Indeed, I distinctly saw Bertha’s index finger curl and seek between his cheeks whereat he flushed and bit his lip and strained up on his legs.

I had no doubt that Bertha was tickling his bottomhole, and so it proved, for I have since learned that it is a fine and cunning way to stimulate the male to his best endeavours.

Robert was breathing heavily but was silent, for which I admired him, for the sensation of the spongy grip of Sarah’s cunny round his tool must have truly been exquisite. Little hissing noises came from her as if of rebellion and yet wonder. So were they held together, locked in love’s motionless combat, for a full two minutes before our stepmother nodded and Bertha-giving a little pinch to Robert’s buttocks-made him work. In-out he thrust his gleaming cock, and such a sight I had never known. Sarah began to moan and squirm her hips, causing me to wonder whether she was enjoying or escaping, but the ringing of our stepmother’s arms about her waist was inexorable and tight as a vice. Puffing not a little now, Robert half closed his eyes and there came upon his face a look of perfect ecstasy, his sister’s cuntlips pouting round his tool which ever glistened with her exudations. Smack! went his stomach to her bottom in its forward thrusts while I, misty-eyed, wished it full up me instead.

“Oooh-wah-wah-wah! Mama!” sobbed Sarah.

“Faster!” our stepmother ordained. “Faster for ten strokes, Robert, and then slow again.”

Poor boy-he did his best to obey. His lips trembled, his face full flushed and eyelashes quivering prettily like a girl’s. Some wicked instinct told me that Sarah might well be sucking upon his tool with her cunny while yet pretending to reject it for in his outward strokes-so close I stood to them-the veins around his penis swelled mightily. Silently I counted, though the flashing of his cock was fast indeed, his knees bending and Bertha but holding the back of his head beneath the ribbon she had made him pretty in.

Eight… nine… ten. “HAAAR-AAAR!” he gasped and it was indeed a cry of amourous longing such as seemed to touch even our stepmother’s heart.

“Come, then, Robert-come if you wish. Full in and give her your injection-NOW!”

It was indeed a benediction in all aspects, for otherwise she would have monitored his every move, though saw (unusually) the urgency of his case.

“Oooh-haaaar!” came from him then. His entire being quivered, his stiff cock thrust full up Sarah who uttered a low-moaning whine then sank her head and screwed her bottom into him so that they seemed stuck together as do dogs while from the whimpering sounds that escaped his own lips I knew him to be spouting well in her.

“Feee-ooooh,” gasped Sarah, though in a muffled tone, her face pressed into the coverlet of the bed and her toes, as I noticed, distinctly curling and uncurling very much as a cat’s paws when they experience pleasure. “Mer-mer-mer-mer!” came from her incoherently the while that Robert’s sperm gushed and splashed within her maw, there was received and held in bubbling warmth. Then did Robert quiver mightily, his knees giving a little and his head being allowed to hang back, mouth open, while he expelled his final jets and dribbles.

They were done, Sarah, too-despite herself-had come, for I distinctly saw the shiny glistenings of her sprinklings on his cock as it emerged and would have then plunged in again had Bertha not withdrawn him.

“Good boy,” Bertha intoned softly and dear Robert looked fit to cry for pleasure, but did not. His face softened, his legs trembled, and he was led out, tool dripping and slimed well with desire.

“Good Robert,” our stepmother called appraisingly after him and then the three of us were alone again while Sarah, sinking down upon her belly, quivered, clutched the coverlet, and lay still. Our stepmother stroked her smooth back gently, running her hand down all over her pert bottom, and winked at me as though to say, “She’s done at last!” I watched my sister’s long and shapely legs tighten together and then relax. “You may sleep now,” she was told and her legs doubled up while she coyly hid her face and was bundled beneath the cover. Her face turned a little on the pillow, showing her profile, and she looked perfectly angelic, I thought.

“She was well seen to, but yet will have better,” my stepmother said in a whisper as she led me out and closed the door behind us. “Does it not make you want it more?” she asked mischievously and well seeing the rising palpitations of my breasts whose nipples felt like thorns.

I nodded, my face suffused and my body feeling hot. I was, it seemed, to be ever a witness, but not a participant. No doubt my flushed expression told its tale in that respect and I could not help-standing as we were upon the landing-glancing at Papa’s door.

“He will be released now. Bertha will see to him,” was told me gently, for she ever read my thoughts. “It was nice for Robert, but he must not expect too many favours,” she went on. “You see, my dear, the male must be kept in check and the female must learn to suppress her own desires if necessary in order to maintain discipline. Both he and your Papa will be looked after well so long as they obey me. All willingness to meet my endeavours to train you all will be rewarded. Sometimes sparingly,” she mused, “but still they will be. You have many little tricks to learn yet, Clara. Your calmness is admirable, though. I chose well in you.”

I was silent, but felt flattered. Had it not been for Robert’s pleasure I might have felt that I had betrayed both him and Papa, but I knew I had not. I was easily converted, perhaps, though no less so than other females who see within the guidance of an unerring hand the chance to loose the shackles of convention and become Mistresses of their own fate.