will bring him to you. Should he fail, he will be whipped.”
The words came from my stepmother, softly though bleakly. In a sense perhaps it was a command to Jennifer to obey her also. The young woman’s lips trembled a little yet her face remained haughty as though she would oppose us, too. Then, upon a gentle touch of her arm, she was guided to a sofa over the high rolled arm of which she was bent, no doubt to her surprise, but she wilted not. I, veiling this from Mr de Vere Lacey’s view by stepping before him, waited until Jennifer’s skirt was drawn up high about her hips.
Her bottom showed but the faintest of marks by then. Her furred mouth pouted to my view beneath her lustrous hemispheres. At a whisper from my stepmother, she slurred her feet apart. Her legs straightened. From a rear viewpoint all that was to be seen were her shapely legs-her ruffled garters tight about her thighs-the cleft globe poised above, and a hunching of her shoulders down into the seat.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The act that was to ensue was one of salutation to the female, as Jennifer was to learn. That there is apparent submission in the female cannot be doubted, and yet she holds the reins. In forbidding the male to loose his sperm, she encloses him in the most intimate and tightest manner, and then rejects him, though he may be held long throbbing in her orifice and thus pays homage to her nether charms.
With caution and due ceremony, I brought Horace to rise by tugging on his chain, acting-as it pleased me sometimes to do-as handmaiden to the event, and then to his undoubted dismay led him to a corner of the room and there to wait. Silent as he was, he licked his lips, breathed heavily, his penis straining mightily up his belly. Seeing my stepmother whisper to Jennifer again, I turned him to the wall. Turning my head, I watched her hand glossing all around Jennifer’s high-thrust bottom and dipping occasionally to brush her slit. The young woman’s hips stirred, though not uneasily. When fretful of occasion, my sister had been treated thus and her orifice oiled. That warm unguent was no more soothing, as I knew, than my stepmother’s voice when she was minded it to be. It lured, it comforted, it coaxed, and spoke of pleasures almost beyond one’s ken. That Jennifer did not murmur nor attempt to raise her head was to her uttermost credit, for many are the young women who wilt at the idea of the intrusion of the prick between their cheeks.
One becomes accustomed to it, in my experience, after the first rodding there. It pleasured me as much as it did in my cunny, and on occasion more if I were feeling lewd or, as my stepmama would say, “indulgent,” for I felt the sperm shoot in more strongly there and loved to feel the balls of the cowed males slapping under me.
The curtains being drawn together, my stepmother then dowsed all the lamps but one which shone with radiance upon Jennifer’s offered orb. Having made her sacrifice to Lesbos in this selfsame room, she was now to make another as I had been frequently brought to do, absorbing the pulsing stems in my tight bottom and mewing inwardly.
Mark well that term, for the female in such posture is not craven and hence should hold back the small, imploring cries she might otherwise utter. Neither should she puff or pant, but take great care to control herself, for in her silence the male is then held in greater awe of her. Once his duty is concluded she has nothing to praise him for but on the contrary may upbraid him should his performance lack virility and power, or the necessary rhythms to please her. Sometimes he may lightly clasp her hips, but sometimes not and must keep his hands clasped behind his back. On rare occasions, when the delicious climax is being obtained, he may be called to bend full over her and fondle her breasts, though this is not unduly encouraged, for the awoken female prefers such caresses to come from her own kind, women’s tongues and fingers being far more subtle and knowing than the cruder male’s.
Until the female has fully proven herself, even so, she must be kept on her toes by her mentor who, if she pleases, will style herself a Riding Mistress and will see regularly to the conduct of the males in pleasuring those whose toes they are often pleased to suck. My stepmother would thus conduct herself at home once a month at least, we being assembled and lectured to before the males were put to us.
The drawing together of the curtains and the dowsing of all lamps save one reminded me of this while both combatants waited for the word of command. Thus on occasion Bertha’s daughter, Mary, was brought among us and treated as an equal among the women. She was of my own age, being a little plump about the bottom and thighs, but quite delightful to see when disrobed, for her titties were large and bold, which she inherited from her mother.
The males, having been stripped and bound to the wallrack in the “pleasure room,” with their cocks well stiffened by Bertha, would be left so for an hour while my stepmother philosophised, undressing as she did while Bertha followed suit. Seeing them nude to their stockings and boots would stir us and we would then disrobe also, making much naughtiness about the matter and having our cunnies tickled and our bottoms stirred. Liqueurs would be passed around and much licking would obtain until our erect nipples, flushed cheeks and moist quims sought further fulfilments, I knowing that I might find myself abed afterwards with Stepmama and Mary while Bertha would frot with Sarah and occasionally bring a cock again to her.
When the males were brought down by Bertha, we three girls were put up ready, side by side and with some two feet or so obtaining between our hips which were slung over the back of a sofa. While a perfect silence first obtained, a prick would be put to each of our bottoms, entered an inch and so held. I, being often in the middle, would secretly clasp the hand of Sarah on one side and that of Mary on the other. Our hands would tighten with each further inch that was impelled into us, my stepmother walking all about and observing all. At three inches of such invasion, the males were called to halt and so stood, throbbing in our “rosebuds” with great eagerness and yet the “Ring Mistress” knew she must control all.
Thus we would proceed and I hard put to utter not a sound as the pervasive insurgence increased, the thighs of the males ever trembling as they were called to halt and then again to proceed. Occasionally my stepmother’s whip would crack about one or other of their buttocks and their groans would sound. When at last the stems were full embedded, thus we held and gripped them tight, having to guess-if we did not already know-whose penis we contained.
Were the performance to be a strict one (we having perhaps displeased her in some wise), the cries to proceed and to stop ever sounded, so that by her own deliberation there was no rhythm to the matter and much frustration. Finally, however, the corkings would begin, though each male must thrust in and then withdraw in the same moment so that the exquisite sensations of we three were unified.
“Faster!” she would sometimes cry and then we would be corkscrewed deeply. “Now slow-now SLOW!” she would say after a few such moments and the pantings of the males would sound louder as they obeyed. No movements of our own hips were permitted on such occasions. We received, we suffered, we enjoyed. Our eyes would screw up, our clasps tighten on each other’s hands, little trickles and spurts of pleasure emanating from our slits as we were worked.
Towards their climax-and the time of it being ordained by Stepmama-the males would flash their hips and ream us fast, then coming upon their moment would slow down and frequently were made to draw their cocks out almost to the knob as they ejected. Such was a most delicious feeling, for it lengthened the span of their jets and seemed to make them shoot deeper within us, my stepmama ever spurring them on with exhortations and snappings of her whip. Then would the shuddering climaxes obtain and we would grip the roots of their pricks which at the last would urge right in and pulse their last, being made to stay within until they had shrunk and slipped without.
When pestles to pussies were put there was often less ceremony, though the males were not permitted to be upon us and luxuriate once they had emptied their balls, for such kisses as we received were sweeter from other, feminine mouths. Mostly the males were made to lie prone while we mounted on their stemming weapons and rode up and down on them at our leisure, exhorting them not to spill until we wished it, that we might thereby enjoy our own orgasmic thrills as most young married women never do, the males simply treating them as cockerels do hens. Thus we deprived ourselves of nothing, but gained much, which was the entire purpose of my stepmama’s teachings. Our wardrobes were ever refurbished, for we were treated as goddesses, though it was an essential part of the philosophy-and ever is-that the accumulation of worldly goods by way of the male purse is by no means the purpose of it all. To this end my stepmother would frequently cite the cases of Bertha, Mary and Tim whose station in life was much lowlier than our own. Though it was seen to that Bertha received additions to her wages, and that her husband was paid as all manservants are, the prime purpose was to inculcate into him the most profound and
