Caroline

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Love is continual, but lust is not. One who eats sugar night and morn will soon lose his palate for it. I betray my middle age, perhaps, in speaking thus. The young are merry in their randiness and stir us still, but even so we leave the creamiest cakes upon the plate sometimes, to be nibbled later. Anticipations are a perfect aphrodisiac. If Caroline and Adelaide did not have as great a taste for females as they do for males, all would be different.

“We are collectors,” Caroline will say with pride. In the Somner household, we were members of a “club,” or so to speak, and sported in the rules. Adelaide-having once passed her trials and having been seen to be corked- was not seen thus again. Both Lord Somner and I possessed her at our whim, but privately thereafter. When the girls were to be breached, they went sedately up the stairs and were seen to in or on their beds. A “creamed bun” always attracted me. I have had both Caroline and Adelaide after they had been corked, and found them passionate for more. Or the girls would toy with us in pairs; that too was known. A bedroom door once closed was kept thus until the male appeared again, a little more wan than when he entered.

There were times when jealousy obtained with me. I muffled it. Lewdly, I did not mind provided that Caroline told me of her adventures afterwards, doing so in such exquisite and well-wrought detail that I became-as she well knew-quite dizzy with desire for her. A sensation that she or Adelaide were to be ridden, or wished to sport together with another male, would come over me and I would leave the house, take horse, and ride across the fields. Ever the images would bring me back, though, and I would find their bottoms or their cunnies moist.

“You have been fucked,” I would say with an intensity of fear and thrills to Caroline and she would often hide her face and smooth her belly into mine. “Yes, or no-I had it up my bottom, anyway,” she sometimes would reply, and then would quickly add, “There is a new girl coming soon. Her cheeks have been opened only once; you have to help me train her, pet.”

That always diverted me; she knew it did. My prick would stiffen up despite myself. Her lips would part and tongue come in to mine. I could feel the marks of the birch sometimes upon her bottom as we kissed. “Why do you?” I would ask. I rarely birched or strapped them then, but now do so just for the fun of it.-“Because it makes me naughty,” she would say; and then with husky laugh would add, “I want another one up there, so give me yours.”

“You know I hate you.” Oh, so often I said that. Her eyes would hide and she would nod again. Often enough upon a landing this was said, her door half open and her ruffled bed in view. Stiffly she would draw me back within and kick the door to with her foot, as if demandingly.

“You will not resist,” she would say. Her tongue was liquid fire; her thighs would show.

“Stop it; I hate you,” I would often choke.

“His balls slapped underneath my pussy. Oh, I feel so naughty when they do; I cannot help myself. He makes me anyway; you know he does. Now, make me, too.”

“Bitch! Dirty bitch!”

“Yes, call me names. I like it when you do. Come hate, come love, you always shall possess me and you know it's true.”

O shimmerings of love when such is said! We would melt within each other's arms, begin a litany of true amour. I have had my cock up in her bottom while we laughed, the sun upon us through her window pane, her passage spermy but still gripping tight. It is still so; I have no remorse for it. A tinge of jealousy can be the salt of love, but one must count the grains each day and see they do not mount, or all is spoiled. I have mounted other maidens in her sight and hence cannot excuse myself. Hypocrisy is practised more by males than women. We pretend to good deeds, even to outrage, the while we lift another's skirt, returning home then to accuse our wives of wantonness.-“And with such self-esteem, and that's the canting part of it,” says Caroline. I grin, say yes, and then pretend propriety I do not feel and certainly have not exhibited.

My father would say, “A female is like unto a garden, chosen for one's private pleasures. One does not allow another to come in and pick the flowers.”

I sometimes (feebly) quoted that to Caroline or Adelaide.-“Huh! Him!” my sister would laugh. Caroline would declare: “That rogue! Mark how he speaks of pleasure-only his. Were you as selfish, then I would not marry you.”

I never had a reply to that, alas.

“Don't try to make one up,” they both would laugh. The logic of the female is as twisted wire that will not be unravelled. There is talk of suffragism now-the vote for women. Heaven knows what may become of us. These are the last years of the golden age perhaps, and should be cherished. There may be no more Myrtles then-perish the thought.

But pardon me, I have not introduced her yet. Myrtle Davington-Haines was just nineteen and her sister Norma two years younger. They were sent to us for “dedication of their altars to desire”: a scrumptious phrase, I thought, and one to cherish.

Lord and Lady Somner first received them. (This was nigh on twenty years ago.) I and my sister and my Caroline were ready to depart and take up our abode again in Adelaide's own house, this intelligence disturbing Myrtle and Norma who knew nothing of the purpose to which they had been sent except to say it was a “holiday.” Our ages being closer to their own, they were happier to depart with us, a shyness on them like a cloud that we endeavoured to disperse with merriment.

I took a fancy to them both. Myrtle was dark, her hair half down her back, and in straight fashion that I rather like. It comes most sleekly to the touch and may be gripped (not to be cruel) when a girl is mounted from the rear. Indeed, she may then be handled like a nervous colt and made to keep her shoulders still. Her tits were high and round and pumpkin firm. They mounded nicely through her dress. Her hips were slim but promised fullness at the rear. She matched my height; I have a fondness, too, for that. Her thighs were silky-always warm within. Her waist could almost be encompassed by my hands and this, as always, added prominence to her tight bottom.

Norma was smaller. Quite the schoolgirl look. Her bottom was the chubbiest-had the same firm and silky feel that peaches have. In time she would grow plump, but at that age was perfect for the sport. Her nipples were the sharpest I have ever known and tickled ones chest deliriously when she was being fucked.

“The first day is a day of rest. We shall explore the possibilities, resistances, acceptances-all that,” said Caroline and shooed me off once we had gained the house and felt its glowing warmth anew.

“Yes,” said Myrtle; “Yes,” said Norma, too. They knew not of what she spoke, of course, and were bemused by a manner more mature than were her years.

I took myself to the garden with a book and flirted with a maid who had just arrived. The girls took to a bedroom as they always do upon arrival. An hour passed-I ventured in again, took coffee and liqueurs with them when they descended to the drawing room. All were attired in their chemises, stockings, shoes. Myrtle and Norma blushed and hid their legs. We were served without a flutter from the maid who had been primed in every possible way (much as a glowing pistol is) by Lord and Lady Somner first. She received an extra ten pounds annually for her discretion-in the end became a “lady,” married well, and now trains girls herself in Kensington. Such good fortune does the Wheel of Life bring sometimes to the more percipient.

The conversation in the drawing room was quite sedate. We spoke of hobbies and pursuits, collecting dried flowers, shells, the like. Embroidery and petite point came into it as well. The sisters, though a little nervous, settled more, though ever conscious of a showing of their legs, the snow-mounds of their titties half revealed.

“And then there is exercising,” Caroline said suddenly as more liqueurs were drunk. The intention, as I saw, was to make the visitors tipsy, but no more than that. It is considered by some unsportsmanlike-but when the devil drives… And we were young, besides.

“That is to say croquet and tennis and such?” asked Myrtle.

“No, my dear. I mean the exercising of the female form in ways more bountiful. There are postures to be learned. You have been taught a leetle, I believe?”

Norma giggled at that and covered up her mouth. Myrtle compressed her lips-looked all too prim.

“Well, as to that…” she began, but had no further words to say. Adelaide refilled her glass. She hiccuped a trifle and sat very still. Perhaps her bottom moved a little at the thought. If not, I then I imagined that it did. I thought how tight that her bottom would be, and that of Norma, too.

“Yes, as to that…” Caroline replied in pensive tone. Then she clapped her hands and said, “Come-we will go upstairs again.”

They are to be birched, I thought. I licked my lips, but dared not follow up. And soon enough squeals came, and cries. I did not hear the swishing of the birch, but a more subtle sound that has greater menace to it.

“Nee-aargh! Oh no!” screamed Myrtle loudly. As I learned later, she was put over first, her bottom bared, and Norma made to watch the striping of her sister's wriggling orb. I thought the house would split asunder with their cries, then finally all was still and silence reigned. I adjusted my expression as best as I could. My stalk was up and thrusting through my trouser cloth.

Caroline descended and sat on my lap. “What is to do?” I asked. Her bottom wriggled warmly on my cock.

“I have caned them. They are resting. Easy does it, dear. Tilly (the maid, that is) will take them up refreshments in due course. Myrtle is difficult, I fear. She has not had her cunny or her bottom tapped as yet. She may have to be held at first, I think. A pity of it, but you will not mind?”

“If you do not.” I drew her mouth to mine.

She giggled up against my lips-a tickly feel. “I like to see it going in-you know I do. I want to see her rosy bottomhole gripped round your cock, as Adelaide's has been. I have a whim to bind her tightly. It may prove a blessing to her in the end.”

It was so. I would rather skip the hours that followed, and yet waiting is a part of it. I did not see the sisters until suppertime. Three quite light stingers with the cane were given both before they were brought down. Each wore a pair of white and spotless drawers, white stockings and white shoes. A filmy peignoir, only veiled their breasts, but showed the nipples, brown-tinged, underneath, the milky bobbing of their lovesome pairs. Each wore a leather collar round her neck to which a silver chain was linked. They came in blushing, wriggling just a little, thighs a-glow above their stocking tops. Caroline led Myrtle and my sister brought in Norma on her chain. Their arms were bound down to their sides with a broad strap.

“Sit! You will be fed. What babies you both are,” said Caroline, and spoons of soup were brought up to their lips. Myrtle refused hers first, but then was made to sup. Norma made a slightly sucking noise and flushed the more for it. I, sitting opposite at table, took great care not to look at them too much. I ate as slowly as they had to do, and all was still. Their mouths were wiped. Then, sitting still, they watched while Caroline and Adelaide both ate. They had a look of apprehension in their eyes I did not cherish.

“Dearest, come-I need you for this part,” said Caroline finally. The chairs scraped back. I made to help the sisters rise, wanting of course to feel their charming forms, but that was not allowed. Into the drawing room I went and waited. Then they were brought in and seated both before me on hard chairs, upright. The collar chains extended halfway down their backs and were fastened to a wooden strut below. They could not rise. I wondered at their awkward postures then.

“They are cock-nervous, darling,” Caroline then purred and manouevred me to face the tremulous pair. “Show them yours,” she urged. I felt her touch my trouser front and very slowly loose the buttons one by one.

Their eyes! I still can see their eyes. How prettily they gaped and blushed as she revealed my member to them, stiffened as it was and head a-glow.

“You do not mind? We all must play our part in ed-u-ca-tion,” Caroline said, and spelled the word out slowly by its syllables. Adelaide stood behind the seated girls and stroked their necks with trailing fingers. I do not believe I answered; they both say that I did not, but grunted. “You even blushed a little,” Caroline still laughs.

It was, in its way, an extraordinary occasion. My trousers were descended and my shirt was lifted up to show my balls to them as well. I believe that Norma had the hotter eyes. Myrtle's were distant, though she could not help but stare. A silk hanky was produced and covered up my knob. Oh, what a feeling silk gives when warm fingers are applied as well!

A lecture was ensuing from Adelaide. I began to snuffle through my nose, I'm told. My cock began to burn and thrum the more as it was frigged. My sister whispered in the girls' hot ears. I caught the naughty words-“cock,” “pussy,” “balls,” and “bottomhole.”

“You see, my doves, how one may manipulate the tool,” said Caroline to them. Perhaps it was an education in itself for them to see such. They had thought of hairy monsters with great horns, mayhap. One simply does not know what young girls think. My balls were cupped and held up to their view. I took upon my self a humbled look and uttered not a word, but groaned as though in ecstasy. Indeed it was. Adelaide had parted both girl's legs. I saw their knickered crotches and the way their Venus mounts plumped through the cotton, shadowed quite excitingly.

“One may bring the male off manually, or receive him in a warm, tight aperture,” my love was saying. “After the birch, your bottoms burn, and then you are more eager to receive.”

“No! I will never!” Myrtle cried, and Norma squeaked-an echo to her sister's call.

“Norma, darling, does it not look nice-so ripe, so swollen. It brings pleasure, dear, and not dismay,” purred Adelaide and kissed the young girl's neck and made her face to twist.

“No, no-I never will!” sobbed Myrtle then and seemed on the point of desperation. That was in male eyes, however. Women know their own kind better.

“Will you not? What a frumptious, stiff-necked spinster you would become! Norma knows better. Do you not, my pet?” Caroline asked and gave a nod to Adelaide who moved around the younger sister's chair, bent by her side and twiddled up her cunny through her drawers.

“Gloo-hooo!” choked Norma. Both her legs shot forward and her bottom squirmed.

“Delicious! She is slightly moist already,” Adelaide announced. Myrtle's cheeks were crimson and her teeth were clenched. I, like a lamb, was brought more closer to the younger one. Norma's eyes were lantern then, seeing my prick close-up, half sheathed in light, transparent silk, and Caroline's fingers gently moving up and down the well-erected stem of vibrant flesh.

“Spread her legs wider!” ordered Caroline. 'Twas done without resistance on the young girl's part. Her eyes assumed a dull, glazed look. I saw her tummy rippling in her drawers. Her bum began to jiggle on the seat-a marionette with arms bound to her sides. “Unstrap her arms,” said Caroline, as though she read my thought, and Adelaide did this while still a-fingering the girl's plump mount, and moans of seeming horror came from Myrtle.

I, the young stallion, was held. Caroline delights in this and does it otherwise to me-as thus when earlier I had been put up to Veronica, or when a girl is to be trained, as now decidedly was the case with Myrtle and with Norma both.

My sister then took Norma's hair, bent her head back, and took her lips. I saw a patch of moisture in the crotch of the girl's drawers as she was fingered on and on. It seemed to me already then that I could glimpse the oiled and pouting lips through the cotton's more translucent sheen.

“Bend your knees!” Caroline commanded me. I knew, of course, that it was important she should be seen to be obeyed. By then I found myself between the stockinged knees of Norma. Her bottom had slid forward on the seat and placed her cunny just beyond the edge.

“Nub her gently with your knob; come when I tell you, darling,” Caroline then purred. It was the deuce of an awkward thing to do. I had my prick forced down; my knees performed as jack-knives do, half open.

“Lift your legs, Norma-lift them-wrap them around his legs,” breathed Adelaide into the girl's warm lips. Beside us, Myrtle writhed and moaned but was ignored, for Norma held the stage. Blinded beneath the lowered face of Adelaide who took her hand away from her wet crotch, she raised her legs uncertainly. I grabbed the one and felt it heavy, warm, and pinched it slightly just to make her coil the other, which she did. A groan, and then I pressed my knob into her crotch. I felt the slightly-stinging moisture there, could feel the pursed lips through the cotton's wet.

“You will bubble together in a minute and she'll know it's nice,” said Caroline, “Do as I say, my pet, I want to have her pleasured well.”

“Yes.” I assented softly-spoke at last. My balls hung down most curiously in my strained posture, yet there was excitement in the act, a sense of secrecy, though seen by all. Her knees were stuck out like chicken's wings and trembled muchly as I felt her hidden cunnylips come up against my swollen knob. “Permit me to kiss her, Adelaide,” I jerked.

“It will be difficult, but you may try,” she laughed.

Indeed it was. Had her body not been so supple, had she not been young, I would have been attempting nigh on the impossible. I slid my arms beneath armpits and all but folded the upper part of her body forward. She demurred to let my lips touch hers at first, but as she felt the pulsings of my cock she let her mouth surrender. What a small and juicy peach it was!

“Your lips are only to touch and lightly touch. Her sensations are mainly to be below,” said Caroline and drew my head back so that my mouth but burred to Norma's. We both quivered then in that strange and bizarre embrace, the warm globe of her bottom poised upon the chair's rolled-leather edge. “Gently, gently,” Caroline purred. I knew her then for the divine teacher that she is, one given much to the minutiae of sensuality. In a more advanced mode, when a girl is so placed and held for it, the tips of the tongues protrude and touch, but not the lips. The sensation is divine, for the girl's tongue quivers, hesitates, and would withdraw at first, but as excitement rises then it licks one's own, but even so mouths must not meet. It is voluptuous indeed, and many a girl has since been taught this way.

Holding my cock in position and pressing the knob just slightly in so that I could feel the peach of love beneath the cotton, Caroline began to frig me gently while I snuffled and suppressed my groans. There was an artfulness in all, for I was seen to be as much controlled as Norma was.

“In a moment you will come together-in a moment,” murmured she and reached her free hand into the front of Norma's drawers to feel her belly-quivers. Ah, how my knees ached and yet I thus remained. The cause, the cause, I told myself. A week and they would both be pronged in any case, their legs held open if the need arose, and both might squeak “Mama!” but none would answer to their cries.

“Hoo-aaar! I am, I am…” I choked.

“All right, all right, for she is coming too. Spill, darling, spill, but keep pressed in!”

I did-my heavens how I did-and how I longed to plunge my tongue within that darling mouth and penetrate her drawers. Yet discipline must hold. My months with Lady Somner had not been in vain. The most exquisite sensations of electric fire shot white flames through my cock. I came, came in abundance, soaking through her drawers. I felt her jitter, hug me tighter with her calves. For an eternity it seemed that we were thus and then, as I expended my last spout, her head hung back and to the ceiling sightless stared. Her legs slipped slowly, thumped upon the floor. I, weakened by my spilling, had my legs a-tremble as I rose. Myrtle seemed to have fainted, or pretended to, had let her head droop and her eyes were closed.