“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.
CHAPTER FOUR
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?”
She came and sat beside me on the bed, looked sweet, concerned, and touched my hand. I brooded at the carpet and then told her what I thought.
“You were used? Of course you were not-or at least, no more than women are. Girls who are shy are trained to pleasure; young men do not have to be.” Her tone at that was almost as moody as my own had been.
“Were you trained?” I asked. I felt a quickening beat of heart and slipped an arm around her shoulders. She lay back and slowly dragged my arm down with her. In a moment so we lay, legs half upon the floor. I had wondered for months at the seeming change in her. Her eyelids drooped. She gazed at me through slits.
“Please do not be horrid to us, will you, Harry?”
“Were you?” I insisted.
“A little bit. Do it with me. Caroline will not come up. She promised not to.” Her fingers groped my prick and loosed the buttons of my flies. Her breath smelled both of tea and wine. Parting her lips angelically, she made me kiss her lightly while we talked. Did I like doing it with her, she asked. Of course I did. I told her so, hand underneath her skirt, her cunny moist, soothing the inner silky skin of her spread thighs. My prick thrummed in her hand. Naughty talking made it stiff, she said. What would I do if I saw her playing with another's cock, she asked.
“Stop it!” I groaned.
“Push your trousers down, silly, and get between my legs.” Liquid her tongue to mine, the tickling of her curls against my knob. I felt her bottom shift to draw me in, then cupped her warm round bottom hungrily. Breathing jerkily I sheathed my prick up slowly in her clinging nest then pressed my cheek to hers and so we lay. Slowly she raised her silkclad legs and wound them closely round my waist.
“I don't want to see you doing it with anyone else.”
“Shush, sillikins. You'll do the same yourself, you know you will:-watching my bottom wriggle while you do it with another girl. And what of Caroline? You love her more than me-I'm glad you do. I do not mind, so why should you. Mmm… move it a little bit. I like it done like that.”
“I know you do. How were you trained?”
“I told you-just a little bit. Girls have to be. It's better for them-then they get to like it more. I want to train a girl myself one day, and so does Caroline. With you, of course. Don't come too soon. Move it right in and out now, Harry, do.”
“Caroline said that you were cropped.”
“Did she?” Her voice was thick. Her bottom stirred more eagerly, feeling the deeper movements of my cock.
“When you went riding were you cropped? You were-I know you were-now tell me true.”
“Harry, come on, don't talk so much. Just do it to me now. Oh, make me come!”
“He cropped your bottom, did he not, with Bertha there, to make you do it. No wonder you came back so flushed and bright always.”
“Bertha was always naughtier than me-you know she was. Oh, darling, yes, I'm coming! whoooo! Mmmm… Harry… come in me, I want you to.”
“He did it up your bottom, Adelaide, I know he did, I… pmfff!..” My sperm exploded suddenly, gush upon gush, a-rushing out, her tongue a twirling in my mouth, our buttocks heaving madly midst the flood until I sobbed my last and felt her hand upon my hair, soothing as one soothes a sobbing child. “You did not answer-did not answer!” came my cry.
“Shush! There, there, there.” Her legs slid slowly down, heels thumping on the floor and wide apart, her belly smooth and silky under mine until my prick became a wrinkled slug and slipped without, donating its last sperm- drops on her cunny-lips.
No victor then, nor vanquished, I accepted from that moment on the new alignment of our amourous companionship.
“He is better now,” I heard my sister say to Caroline when she descended. As though I had been ill, I thought. -“Harry, come down and break a bottle with us,” Caroline called cheerily and, when I appeared, she ran to me and kissed me and said most earnestly, “No one will break our web of love. Is that not true?”
“Of course it is-he knows it is,” laughed Adelaide as if to say our minds were one. I could not without churlishness say otherwise, and did not from that moment on. They were my angels-I their chosen knight, if not their guardian to whom they sometimes looked for affirmation of their own desires.
“Had you been different, Harry, all else would be different. We could not share these pleasures with a stranger,” Caroline said to me that evening. We grew closer in a subtle way, she and I, from that day on. I believe that for the first time she felt a tinge of jealousy that it was Adelaide who had sealed the gap with me. I understood- though neither of us spoke of it-and made amends for it that night by fucking her soundly twice while Adelaide went to her room and slept alone.
I was less and less seen at home, and by degrees my mother accepted the situation, utterly unconventional as it was for three young people to share a house. Caroline charmed her more than I could do, and I believe that
