A soft lapping sound came to my ears. I held my arms around my sister’s neck as though in bewilderment, my grasp restraining her head from twisting so much and my cheek finally coming against her own velvety one. She snuffled and gasped. I felt the jerking of her hips and heard the steady, succulent sound of our stepmother’s tongue all about her cunny.
“Da-da-dah!” Sarah moaned. I appeared as one dazed and yet at the same time a little excited at what was happening.
“Oh, darling,” I whispered. Her eyes glazed, her movements becoming less frenetic. I felt a quivering throughout her entire body. Her back arched and strained. Had I but known it, her bottom was now firmly cupped and her cunny already spurting its juices.
“Oh-woh-woh!” she whimpered and then as if by some divine chance our mouths came together. I sought her tongue. Shy as it was at first it came at last to meet mine. Violent tremors shot through her. I stroked her breasts and found her nipples hard, passing my thumb sensuously back and forth across the quivering tips. She was utterly lost. Her moans wafted into my mouth. A gurgling cry and she came again, quite flooding the lips and tongue that were assuaging her. Then as if in a swoon she loosed her mouth from mine, sank down and lay still whereupon our stepmother rose, delicately wiping her mouth.
“Draw her full on to the bed,” she murmured.
“Oh, what is to do?” I asked, playing my role well.
“Be quiet, child, for you too will learn soon enough,” she replied in skilful complicity and in a trice Sarah lay naked to her stockings between us while our stepmother dealt with her most lovingly, stroking her hot face, kissing away her little sparkling tears and passing her lips over her own.
“You know how I have longed to kiss you, Sarah,” she whispered, bringing my sister’s eyes beneath her own. Truly Sarah looked most beautiful in that moment, her inner thighs glistening with her spendings, her breasts swollen and her nipples erect. Laughing softly, our stepmother traced the curves of my sister’s lips with her fingertip and caused them to part in peachlike sweetness. “You will keep your mouth open when I tell you and you will keep your legs open, Sarah, when I tell you. Do you understand now?”
“You wh… wh… whipped me,” Sarah moaned as though in blank astonishment still that such a thing could happen.
“And shall again if you are wilful. You see now how I have spurred you to fulfilment? You are in course of training, as soon Clara shall be. You will play filly to the stallions, my love, receive the libations from their throbbing cocks and learn to handle them at will.”
So saying, our stepmother smothered Sarah’s mouth with her own and, gliding one slim hand down her belly, commenced to play her fingers amid her curls. Sarah spluttered, choked and gasped-might even have wrenched her lips away had the hand not been insistent.
In a moment she quivered, straightened down her legs, and spilled her juices out anew.
CHAPTER FOUR
I have begun drawing Sarah over the hills and plains of understanding,” said my stepmother a little later, having left Sarah quiet and huddled up upon her bed. “Do you understand?” she asked.
“She will be whipped again, you mean, if she does not let someone do it with her?” I countered naively.
“It is not so simple as that-not so simple by far, my pet. You were willing to attend to her. I am doubly pleased with you at that. Feuille de rose… did you hear me say that when I entered? It means the pointing and luring of the tongue around the nether orifice that Nature intended for our pleasures as much as our cunnies. However, that is a diversion. Such subtleties will come to you better later. As to your ‘someone,’ that is precisely how it must not be. You have seen now Robert twice in rampant state. How easy it would be for me to satisfy him, to draw forth the spurting juice from his cock. Ah, you blush-but that as you well know by now is the major purpose of his tool. Men stride about the world like conquerors. Women are docile to them when they should not be.”
“Oh, but you whipped poor Sarah in front of him and now he will lose all respect for her,” I objected.
“Why you sillikins, could I not have let him have her if I wished? It is far from my intention to degrade my own fair sex. My purpose is to uplift and make them strong. Scarce a man lives who is not a schoolboy at heart and who does not wish the forbidden sight of skirt uplifted, drawers at droop. Some are fondlers and others sniffers. They behave indeed like dogs on heat. As for girls, they know not how to comport themselves and believe that in order to please the males they must surrender to them, bear their children and become haggard and unlovely in the process. You mark what I am saying, Clara?”
I nodded and again felt awed. She knew well enough that I was imbibing her every word.
“The mastery of males begins-mostly oddly perhaps to your mind, my sweet-with the mastery of females. Only another female may set herself to this task, for otherwise a male would merely wreak his will upon her and then pass on to others. A girl thus must be taught to receive the cock while the male himself is seen, observed, controlled. At first she may be in a perfect frenzy at it and buck truly like a young filly when his prick is to her. This inspires her in turn with a certain disdain of the male, though his weapon itself may have given her final pleasure. In arranging matters thus I bring the male to certain subjugation-performing as it were the role of his Mama whom he reveres and scolding him for his sins while yet occasionally ensuring that he commits them. For such commissions of sin he is punished and knows he will be. He is like a little boy for whom the pantry door is ever held ajar, so all is tempting to his view.”
I found myself wriggling. “Have I… have I got to do this?” I asked nervously.
“Of course,” she replied crisply, “what else? I shall bring you through fire yet, and you will thank me for it. Should you of course prefer to live a dull life such as Society has in store for you…”
“Oh no!” I interjected.
“Well then,” she smiled, “matters are settled. Once you have a long, thick stiff prick nestling in your pussy or buried ‘twixt your cheeks, you will know well enough the pleasure of it. Moreover you yourself will learn to control the male-that is to say, the number of thrusts he affords you and how steady or fast they may be, for all is designed to afford the maximum of pleasure to the female. He, poor worm, slumps limp afterwards and can do nothing more whereas the female, glowing with health and voluptuous desires, may take another and another at her will. That is the secret of our supremacy, Clara.”
All was new to me and yet I understood, or if my understanding was not comprehensive then at the least I believed her every word.
“A demonstration will suffice better, dear. Wait here upon my bed.”
With that she bustled out and long minutes passed. Some inkling of what she might be about stirred in me and I fain would have run. Indeed I started up but then sank back upon the bed whereupon a curious lassitude seized me and I felt as I did when lying in a meadow in the sun, toying with buttercups and having not a care in the world. Even when my stepmother entered again-alone-I did not stir but ruffled my head into the pillow and smiled at her with a sweet pussycat look as she afterwards said.
“Draw your skirt up beneath your bottom and take your drawers off,” she told me.
Such was my mood that I obeyed without question and even mischievously spread my legs the better to show off my slit at which she laughed, asked me to sit up with my back against the headboard and to draw my knees up a little.
“Stay now,” said she gently whereat I was all of a bubble at what was going to happen and braced my feet into the coverlet. Then she turned about again and was gone, but this time more briefly for when the door reopened it was to admit herself followed by Robert and Bertha.
Oh my heavens, what a sight! The upper hallway must well have been cleared of servants and he prepared in secret quiet. For my brother wore only his shirt which at the front was tucked back so that his erection was in full view. Seeing me in an apparent state of readiness he blushed deeply and might have retreated had not Bertha given him a push and closed the door. The greatest of my amazements however derived from the fact that around his neck was a thick and studded dog collar to which was attached a leash that Bertha held. Some sound escaped my throat but it was scarcely coherent.
“Be still and be quiet, Clara,” my stepmother said briskly as though to infer to my brother that I had no option other than to obey. For all he knew perhaps I had been whipped as Sarah had been. I was thus in a sense excused
