“One sniffs my bottom, and the other underneath my cunt,” she murmured. “It is quite a lovely sensation to have a double attendance upon one by two puppy dogs. Ah-sniff you little devils, sniff!”
“They will lick you in a minute,” Adelaide laughed, her eyes as bright as ever I had seen.
Gertrude, however, shook her head. “No, my dear, they will not. They may do nothing that they are not commanded to. That is the penance they must pay for being able to fuck the lovely ladies. They lick only when told, and may be whipped if they should dare to do so otherwise, or I may piddle in their mouths, for that is also done to teach obedience. All right, come out now, boys-present yourselves!”
Shuffling backwards they emerged, their faces flushed as well they might have been and their cocks most noticeably sticking up.
“Ah-there you see the pleasure they express!” laughed Gertrude and beckoned to the girls to stand. “Come darlings, you may feel their pricks and balls now, if you wish. They love to be handled and will stand docile when you do.”'
My angels did not hesitate, and so far from feeling jealousy I felt a strong excitement in my veins to see their fingers teasing up and down those fervent, young erections.
“How often are they milked?” asked Caroline who told me afterwards that she loved the phrase and would use it even in respect of myself.
“Six times a day is requisite. At night, if called to beds, they must perform twice at the least. Their cocks are not yet as thick as they will later be and the ladies love to put their bottoms up to them and draw the sperm out from their stems. The art of it is that the boys should ream them thoroughly and well and cause them to come before they do themselves. I will show you how that is taught. Up with your dresses, girls, and bend over at the side of the bed. Present your bottoms to them. You are very accustomed to the posture, I am sure!”
Adelaide and Caroline gazed at each other, and then at the screen behind which they knew me to be hid. I felt my prick rise even as they bent.
I was to watch them being fucked, or corked.
Had I been able to, I would have rushed out, embraced the lovely pair, and said, “Yes-do it-let me see!”
CHAPTER FIVE
The youths stood side by side again, having moved as if commanded silently, their penises erect-a strange, strange sight to see.
My sister and Caroline moved slowly, as I hoped they would. Hip to hip and bending over, they drew up their gowns. As often as I had seen them thus, I was still enchanted by the view. First one saw their shapely calves, each sheathed in dark grey stockings, then-above-the dipping of their knees, their swelling thighs, the ruffled ridging of their garters and the pale sheen of their flesh above. Gertrude meanwhile moved between the boys, shouldering them brusquely apart, and held their cocks, her fingers ringed around the throbbing stems.
At that, as if by some signal, my sister and Caroline bared their bottom cheeks and wrapped their gowns up tightly round their hips, causing Gertrude to smile with pleasure at the sight.
“How spankable you both look! Is that how you used to present yourself for your tuitions-eh?” she laughed, and drew the boys towards them slowly, step by step. There was regimenting in each movement, as I saw. Perhaps in part I envied them. Feeling mulish, perhaps, or mischievous, neither Adelaide nor Caroline replied. So apple-round and tight their bottoms looked that I could not help but frig myself and even feared to knock the screen or breathe too heavily so that I might be heard. So quickly had my feeling changed that I would have done anything to watch them being poked or sodomised.
“Well?” Gertrude asked them. They boys had been taken so close then that their knobs all but touched the velvety cheeks that so lewdly were presented to their view.
“We may tell you later, Gertrude. Put them to us,” Caroline ordained.
“Not so quickly, darling, for they must be teased a little-and you, too. This is an exercise that Beatrice quite adores, and so do I. Now-very slowly, very slowly, boys as I have taught you. Put your knobs against their bottomholes and hold them there.”
So saying she guided each one with her hands and pressed the rearing stalks down in between the luscious hemispheres whose flesh so gleamed. I distinctly then saw the eyelashes of both Roger and Alfred quiver as their smooth knobs touched the tight, desiring holes and there were held.
Caroline stirred her bottom a little. So did Adelaide. Then they were still again. I heard their breathing softly breathing out. Rogers legs trembled as did Alfred's. Already I had spread my legs apart and unbuttoned my trousers to the full as if I, too, were indulging in the sensuous act. “Go on-go on!” I wished to shout, and yet the very slowness of it all had its excitement.
“Now put your knobs in-just the knobs. You know better than to do more at the first. Good boys, good boys- press smoothly in… and hold!”
“Oooh!” came from Adelaide, but the sound choked off. The boys' knobs were enclosed within their nether rings-the proud stems jutting out and gently held around the roots by Gertrude who stood between them still in “training” pose. The seconds ticked away. The girls' hands clenched and then relaxed.
“Now-inch by inch,” Gertrude intoned. A hiss of breath from Adelaide and Caroline. Tortured excitement had them in its spell as the tubes of rigid flesh urged in and were trapped between the springy cheeks. But Gertrude saw to every move and held the boys back with some four inches in. “hold! Hold again!” she commanded, and so they did, and so they did, their knees a-trembling mightily. A slight groan came from Alfred who was half-inserted in my sisters bottom, “quiet!” snapped Gertrude, at which his face quite fell.
Again a silence, and again a waiting. How much I wanted to spring out and kiss both Caroline and Adelaide! Gertrude released her hold upon the boys and stepped back, glancing towards me with a smile.
“Very well-enter fully and perform. I will count as you do so, up to forty, starting now,” came from her. Then with more rushings of enamoured breath, the pegs sank in, remained buried for a moment and drew out until the knobs just showed. “One-two…” called Gertrude. The count began! I knew not such a thing before and never could have dreamed of it. Adelaide and Caroline wriggled their bottoms quite adorably, their hands flat down upon the coverlet and legs held trimly straight, apart. There was a knowledge in them then to make no sound, on that occasion at the least. They churned their hips, their lips apart.
“Clasp their hips lightly now and work them well,” commanded Gertrude, counting fifteen as she did. At that the boys began to pump more quickly, doing so in perfect unison and thus no doubt underlining all the hours of training they had received ere this. Their faces grew more flushed, their nostrils pinched. One saw the effort, the desiring and the lust. I saw myself as if mirrored in their faces then-the male and female, beauty and the beast.
“You will come on the count of forty-not before,” said Gertrude, though they must have known it well and laboured long to have achieved such, and it was said rather for the benefit of the girls than otherwise.
The pace quickened at the call of “Thirty!” The luscious SMACK! of bottom cheeks to bellies sounded louder and more joyous even. Both Adelaide and Caroline had begun to finger their pussies openly. Their mouths hung wider and their eyes rolled up. Panting and puffing more they worked their hips. Ah, happy wickedness-I was as deep within its spell as they, lost the last threads of jealousy, and almost spouted out myself. Gertrude said afterwards that she heard me breathing, but the boys did not. Their eyes half closed, they rode up to their peaks and, at the call of forty sank their cock deep in, their buttocks tightening as they loosed their sperm, bringing a soft, pleased moan from both the girls whose fingers were as wet as were their bottomholes. I saw the glistenings on their fingertips and would have kissed and sucked them if I could, so impassioned was I at the sight.
Gertrude allowed them all to quiver for a while with the stems still embedded, then she snapped her fingers and called out: “Out to the bathroom, wash yourselves and wait!”
They scampered fast enough despite their liquid loss, I thought. Then the door closed upon them and Gertrude drew me out and grasped my cock as she had done those of the boys.
“What have we here?” she laughed, and I felt myself just like a foolish boy in that warm clasp. Perhaps-as I now think-I wanted to; perhaps that is the trick of it, for I have since seen grown men trained in much the same way, sometimes by kin, sometimes by others whose paths they had too hopefully crossed.
“Gertrude, do not tease him! How nice he was to keep so quiet! Oh, Harry, what a gentleman you are!”
