how patiently he waits. Has he not been good? Would you have him dressed again as a male and returned to his fond wife?”
“I will see to him!”
Millicent’s voice cracked out suddenly and as though protectively. Clive hung his head again, the drawers now looped in his hands and held in front of him beneath his stemming cock which, being of full girth, was pleasant enough to see.
“Do it then in full sight of us, Millicent, for you will never otherwise behave as he would have you do.”
“I know. Ah, the dear boy, look how he stands-so patiently as years before he did,” Millicent declared, now having become thoroughly bold and evidently itching to take hold of his tool.
It is a matter of taste or habit as to how the female performs this solicitous act which also is one that underlines the male’s submissiveness. Millicent chose to do so by standing immediately behind him and thus bringing his bared buttocks to press into her belly. My stepmother then smiled and nudged me, our senses all aflare, as with one determined hand Millicent worked her left arm down between them and, gliding her hand beneath his bottom, cupped him firmly with her fingertips under his dangling balls. Then, with her right hand, she took purchase on his upright prick which caused him much to moan and quiver while the drawers that he held formed a sort of basin shape beneath him. His breathing came deeply then as did her own as she commenced to frig him, her beringed fingers forming a loose ring of undoubtedly divine pleasure around his fervent cock.
A look of determination now was on her face, as I saw. The fingers of her left hand beneath him tightened, causing him to jerk. His head hung down, as though a naughty boy’s. His calves trembled mightily and he made to move his prick within her clasp but at a sharp “No!” from her he desisted. Clearly, Milicent was a little more advanced than we had thought. Her attractive, rounded face was set. Determination in her was uppermost. I wondered indeed how Clive had ever escaped her clutches, for his enjoyment was evidently intense. His eyes rolled and the most fervent cries escaped him, though muffled as they should have been.
“Hold the cloth properly!” she scolded him, referring to the drawers, though I sensed then that in the past a towel or some such must have been used.
“MA-MA!” he groaned.
“Are you coming?” she demanded.
“In a… in a… in a minute… OOH! AAAARGH! OOOH!”
“Come on, come on, you bad boy. You know I do not give you too long about it.”
“MA-MA! HAAAAR! OOOH!” He trembled mightily, his prick strained up, the crest gleaming and swelling more than ever. Her motions quickened, her fingers passing full up and down the entire length of his rampant weapon. His mouth opened and his eyes were glazed. Then with a shuddering sigh he released the first jet of his sperm. High it soared and then fell in an arc to splash upon the waiting drawers. Another came, another. His thighs wobbled but she held him still.
“Come, darling, come-oh, you naughty thing,” she breathed, her face pink with excitement while we stood still and took our quiet observance. Another pellet of white bubbling sperm followed and then another. Then came the trickles and the final pearls. His shuddering sighs were music to our ears. A thick pool of pearly come lay in the drooping knickers and her task was done.
“There!” she breathed victoriously and her voice all atremble while Clive suddenly wrapped the soaked garment round his cock and jerked. His final tribute then spat out and so weak did he seem that he almost fell. “Go to your room, Clive!” was heard then from his Mama and without looking back took his laggard footsteps hence and closed the door. My stepmother clapped, a look of shining pleasure on her face. Before Millicent knew what she was at she was thrust upon her back down on the bed and my stepmama upon her.
“Have you not had it in you?” Millicent was asked.
“No!” The face was a woman’s but the voice a little girl’s. I could not restrain myself but fell beside them and raised her skirt. Her stockings gleamed. My stepmother half rolled from her, held her down and meshed her lips to hers.
“You will, though.”
“I will not! Oh no! AH!”
Her cry came as my lips came to her dell, pushing aside the loose crotch of her drawers as I did so. Her quim was rich and moist, salty and musky to my seeking tongue.
“We shall make you, Millicent!”
“You will not! Oh, never! OH!”
The sound of passionate kissing came from above. I felt blindly up my stepmother’s legs while tonguing Millicent. It took her not long to come in her excitement. Thrice she coated my tongue and lips with her delirious spendings and then lay limp, her praises softly uttered by my stepmama.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“They will be back soon, will they not?”
Having retired back to the drawing room and there taking wine and biscuits, Millicent put on an air of agitation that however was purely in respect of her husband and daughter-in-law. Immured still in his room and unregarded, Clive brooded on the mystery of it all. As Millicent had confessed, she had not so handled him since his marriage two years before, though had longed to do so. Jennifer was cold to him, she averred, and had no understanding of such things.
“I think her not a dullard, though, Millicent. We must take care in making our judgements. In presenting yourself to her as you have-and she mindful ever of your husband’s wicked ways-she has taken an impression other than the truth of how things stand.”
Millicent coloured up and would have denied the matter, but fighting inwardly with herself under my stepmother’s mild but enquiring gaze, she finally confessed that such might be true.
“She would not know how to handle him even so,” she remarked with evident jealousy in her voice.
“Has she need to do so save as pupil to yourself?” replied my stepmother craftily. “Oh yes, I know, my dear, there is the little matter of your husband. We are aware of his intrusiveness. I think him ruttish, too, if you will forgive the term.”
“He is,” declared Millicent flatly, “but… but what did you mean by pupil?”
“I mean that there are arrangements to such matters. I suspect him of wishing to mount your daughter-in- law. He has perhaps fondled her already to her dismay-perhaps even her aggravation. Therein lie embers to be kindled, Millicent.”
“Oh! You would have him possess her?” She all but sprang up and I saw jealousy once more in her expression.
“You would have him interfere and your precious prize lost again? How shall you keep Clive in training once he has returned to the marital fold?” Thus my stepmother challenged back and Millicent put to silence for a moment.
“I had not thought of it thus,” she mumbled.
“Then you must. Let there be no hesitations on the matter. Leave things in my hands, my dear, and all shall be well. You will have not one male servitor, but two. Yes, your husband as well! Do not tell me that he cannot be quelled-put down. I know better. Do I not, Clara?”
“Oh yes, Stepmama,” I was glad to intercede. “Papa is most docile now, as is my brother,” said I coyly to Millicent whose eyes were as saucers upon hearing that. Her fingers worked together with a nervous excitement. She sought to know more, but my stepmother was adamant that practice preceded idle chatter, as she put it, and that to begin with Jennifer was to be left to our hands.
“She will not mind, I am sure, spending an evening alone with Clara and I,” she declared. Thus-though further talk followed which spun around the subject rather than entering into it-all was settled, at which Millicent took herself upstairs to attend, as she said, to Clive. She was not long about it and in no time at all brought him down, once more in his own attire. She would have been loving with him, had him sit beside her and hold his hand, but this was not my stepmother’s way. In minutes he was set to cleaning our shoes, but his activities no longer interested me for the nonce. It was Jennifer I was looking forward to. She made no difficulties, nor asked any questions, about
