Caroline

CHAPTER FOUR

I was more contemplative than Adelaide and Caroline on our return that day. In a curious way I regretted what had passed. I preferred the closeness of our threesomeness, as Caroline was wont to call it. I did not wish us to break out into the world. I wanted all to be closed in, remote, and thus (as I saw it then) secured.

In the quietly-sensing manner of females, my sister and Caroline were aware of this, but a ruthless streak obtained in them that I had not bargained for. Being once more in my sisters house and we three sedately drinking tea, Caroline said of a sudden, “Gertrude wants to see us being… you know… doing it. She says there'll be a party soon and wants the three of us to go. Shall you be jealous, Harry?”

“Harry, shall you? Yes, I know you will-you will,” interjected Adelaide, and I with a gloomy cast upon my face. I said I did not care, so dull my mood was at the news. They knew I lied. They saw it in my eyes.

“You have done it-and in front of us,” Caroline said crisply and crossed her legs and made her stockings swish.

“It is not…” I began to say, and stopped. A sneer slid snakelike on her lovely mouth.

“Not the same? Is that what you wish to say? Just listen to him, Adelaide! He had his thing right up her, in our view.”

“Shut up! I wish I had not had. You egged me on,” I burst and went upstairs. I wanted to hide myself and never to appear again. I had my own room there and kicked around in it. I heard them laughing down below. Beware of what you want, for you might get it, Harry, my Mama had said. I had acted like an animal, I thought; I had performed like one with Gertrude Smeath; if anything, I had been used. I had serviced her like a stable beast.

Half an hour passed and I brooded still. Fear and desire: they curdled in my mind. Then I heard feet ascending and composed myself and sat down on the bed. A knock came. I grunted something. Adelaide came in and closed the door.

“Caroline was right, you know. You did it with her, right in front of us. People get excited and they do things. Well-I did not mind. You would not have done it if you had not wanted to. It made you feel nice, did it not?”

She came and sat beside me on the bed, looked sweet, concerned, and touched my hand. I brooded at the carpet and then told her what I thought.

“You were used? Of course you were not-or at least, no more than women are. Girls who are shy are trained to pleasure; young men do not have to be.” Her tone at that was almost as moody as my own had been.

“Were you trained?” I asked. I felt a quickening beat of heart and slipped an arm around her shoulders. She lay back and slowly dragged my arm down with her. In a moment so we lay, legs half upon the floor. I had wondered for months at the seeming change in her. Her eyelids drooped. She gazed at me through slits.

“Please do not be horrid to us, will you, Harry?”

“Were you?” I insisted.

“A little bit. Do it with me. Caroline will not come up. She promised not to.” Her fingers groped my prick and loosed the buttons of my flies. Her breath smelled both of tea and wine. Parting her lips angelically, she made me kiss her lightly while we talked. Did I like doing it with her, she asked. Of course I did. I told her so, hand underneath her skirt, her cunny moist, soothing the inner silky skin of her spread thighs. My prick thrummed in her hand. Naughty talking made it stiff, she said. What would I do if I saw her playing with another's cock, she asked.

“Stop it!” I groaned.

“Push your trousers down, silly, and get between my legs.” Liquid her tongue to mine, the tickling of her curls against my knob. I felt her bottom shift to draw me in, then cupped her warm round bottom hungrily. Breathing jerkily I sheathed my prick up slowly in her clinging nest then pressed my cheek to hers and so we lay. Slowly she raised her silkclad legs and wound them closely round my waist.

“I don't want to see you doing it with anyone else.”

“Shush, sillikins. You'll do the same yourself, you know you will:-watching my bottom wriggle while you do it with another girl. And what of Caroline? You love her more than me-I'm glad you do. I do not mind, so why should you. Mmm… move it a little bit. I like it done like that.”

“I know you do. How were you trained?”

“I told you-just a little bit. Girls have to be. It's better for them-then they get to like it more. I want to train a girl myself one day, and so does Caroline. With you, of course. Don't come too soon. Move it right in and out now, Harry, do.”

“Caroline said that you were cropped.”

“Did she?” Her voice was thick. Her bottom stirred more eagerly, feeling the deeper movements of my cock.

“When you went riding were you cropped? You were-I know you were-now tell me true.”

“Harry, come on, don't talk so much. Just do it to me now. Oh, make me come!”

“He cropped your bottom, did he not, with Bertha there, to make you do it. No wonder you came back so flushed and bright always.”

“Bertha was always naughtier than me-you know she was. Oh, darling, yes, I'm coming! whoooo! Mmmm… Harry… come in me, I want you to.”

“He did it up your bottom, Adelaide, I know he did, I… pmfff!..” My sperm exploded suddenly, gush upon gush, a-rushing out, her tongue a twirling in my mouth, our buttocks heaving madly midst the flood until I sobbed my last and felt her hand upon my hair, soothing as one soothes a sobbing child. “You did not answer-did not answer!” came my cry.

“Shush! There, there, there.” Her legs slid slowly down, heels thumping on the floor and wide apart, her belly smooth and silky under mine until my prick became a wrinkled slug and slipped without, donating its last sperm-drops on her cunny-lips.

No victor then, nor vanquished, I accepted from that moment on the new alignment of our amourous companionship.

“He is better now,” I heard my sister say to Caroline when she descended. As though I had been ill, I thought. -“Harry, come down and break a bottle with us,” Caroline called cheerily and, when I appeared, she ran to me and kissed me and said most earnestly, “No one will break our web of love. Is that not true?”

“Of course it is-he knows it is,” laughed Adelaide as if to say our minds were one. I could not without churlishness say otherwise, and did not from that moment on. They were my angels-I their chosen knight, if not their guardian to whom they sometimes looked for affirmation of their own desires.

“Had you been different, Harry, all else would be different. We could not share these pleasures with a stranger,” Caroline said to me that evening. We grew closer in a subtle way, she and I, from that day on. I believe that for the first time she felt a tinge of jealousy that it was Adelaide who had sealed the gap with me. I understood- though neither of us spoke of it-and made amends for it that night by fucking her soundly twice while Adelaide went to her room and slept alone.

I was less and less seen at home, and by degrees my mother accepted the situation, utterly unconventional as it was for three young people to share a house. Caroline charmed her more than I could do, and I believe that was the key to it. Often enough the three of us would sleep together, not always engaging our bodies completely, but merely kissing and toying with one another in what Caroline said was a very civilised manner. Many sweet and lewd things were said at such times in the cosy darkness with the curtains closed. I brought them both to suck my cock sometimes, the one attending to me with her lips while the other donated me her mouth and titties.

“We three do it for love and because it makes us feel naughty,” Caroline said the day after our encounter with Gertrude. “Whereas,” she continued, “Gertrude is different. She is a very lustful woman. Why, when we left you alone for a while and went upstairs with her, she told us she has often taken two men at once-which is to say one in her cunny and one up her bottom. One can hardly imagine such a thing, and yet she said it has made her all but swoon with pleasure.”

“I think many girls wonder about that,” Adelaide smiled. She bit her lip and offered me a doubtful smile, wondering no doubt whether I would grow angry at her remark.

“When we train a girl, we shall make her do that,” Caroline said, as if to say that they did not mean to do it themselves. We thought ourselves unique in so talking, and often said so between ourselves.

It was Gertrude who disabused us of this idea upon our next encounter which was a more private one than we had anticipated, for in two days she had sent an invitation for us to lunch with her. I wondered who else might be there and had ridiculous visions of my sister and Caroline being undressed after the dessert and brought to perform with strangers. Gertrude, however, met us alone. She looked exceedingly charming in a pink silk dress, had rouged her lips and cheeks exceedingly and wore kohl around her eyes which gave a mysterious and almost Egyptian look.

“I shall not kiss any of you, for I have others to kiss,” she said, thus casting a mystery upon the visit.

“You expect others then?” Caroline asked with that coolness I admired in her.

“Indeed, though not as grown up as you. They will attend after lunch. It will be rather like schooltime, will it not? They are quite attractive,” Gertrude replied, for she was intent on having her secret for the while and so we did not pursue it.

Lunch was served by two charming maids whose ages I thought to be about seventeen or so. Their attire was not of the dowdy black that maidservants mostly wear, but had a shiny, crisp new look, as did their stockings, and their shoes which had silver buckles. Their white laced caps were set at a perky angle and their hair looked newly washed.

“How nicely you dress them, Gertrude,” Adelaide remarked. The question mark in her voice was nicely placed. In such small things I realised how much she had imbibed from Caroline who was always the slightly surer of the two.

“It is to a purpose, dear. They are in training both as servants and handmaidens. I like to keep my guests amused, you know. Their bottoms are smartened up each morning by a paddle or a tawse. It improves their carriage and puts a pretty flush into their cheeks. They are sisters, of course. You may have noticed the resemblance. It makes for greater closeness than to bring two strangers together who may not take to each other's ways.”

Caroline and Adelaide glanced at each other at this intelligence. One could almost hear their thoughts communicating. Gertrude observed this and laughed.

“You do not know what to ask first, I know,” she said. “They are docile but not subdued. When asked to attend upon one of my guests, whether male or female, they will go to the room of this or that one and will present themselves for pleasure. In the final event, however, I give them a choice. Which is to say that if they express distaste for a certain gentleman or lady, then I am obliged to make excuse for them. It rarely happens, of course. Indeed it has only happened once and is unlikely to again.”

“You could force them,” Caroline said tentatively, spooning her croutons.

“Indeed I could, but to what purpose? They would become miserable and would be caught between enjoying such relative luxury as they have here, or of returning in another house to the dull routines that servants are normally put to. Their pleasure in tonguing a lady or of being mounted by a gentleman would soon diminish. As it is, they are perfectly content. In two or three years time I shall replace them. They are aware of that, but will not leave here penniless by any means, for my guests are generous.”

“How do you train them, Gertrude?” Adelaide asked. The question danced like an eager fairy on her tongue.

“Our acquaintanceship will not be so short that I will not have time to show you that, my pet-or at least I trust that it will not. One would have to start with a new girl, of course. That will not be too difficult. I know of one sweet young thing who is coming up to a time when she will need attention. For the moment, however, I have two young men to train,” came the astonishing reply. Before I could recover from it, and while receiving the most mischievous of glances from my two angels, Gertrude said, “But let us now talk of other things or we shall bore ourselves with repetitions, shall we not?”

So graciously did she utter that last sentence that I lost all thoughts of having perhaps been used by her. Indeed, she was to say to me later, “We use each other, Harry, for our mutual pleasure. There is no harm in that, for it enriches us. A hedonist I may be called, but if I am so called then I shall take it as a compliment. Life is brief. Let us light all the candles that we can!”

I come now, however, to the events of that afternoon which were strange to me indeed and yet showed me-as both my sister and Caroline said they hoped it would- that there could be greater equality between the sexes than Society thinks possible. At three a carriage arrived and from it there descended a noble looking dame of fine aspect and majestic curves, accompanied by two slim and good-looking youths of some sixteen or seventeen years. They followed her docilely to the door, as I was permitted to see by peeping from a bay window at the front.

“You may see all that passes, but I do not wish you to be seen by them. The reasons for that will quickly become apparent to you. They are being nurtured in the company of females only,” Gertrude said to me and showed me where to place myself, which is to say behind a floral screen up in her boudoir, the slight gaps between the boards allowing me to see quite clearly all that was to pass.

As the bell rang, so I took myself upstairs and waited in my hiding place. A murmuring of voices came to me from below and then the carriage again departed. No sooner had it done so that the youths were brought upstairs. I say advisedly were “brought.” They uttered not a word and had a slightly sheepish but expectant look. Their feet shuffled and they stood against the wall that faced the side of the double bed.

“These young stallions-for they will soon be such- are being bedroom-trained,” said Gertrude to the girls. “Roger is the son of Beatrice whom you just met. Alfred is her nephew. Beatrice frequently entertains her lady friends at weekends and likes to have them pleasured. These two have to show themselves cock-worthy for the task. The ladies are all mature and like to be well-threshed by fresh young pricks such as these two have. What is imperative is that our youthful stallions do not let their own desires overtake them and so they must measure their strokes and not come too soon. Should they do so, they are punished and their pricks made to stiffen again. Boys-show yourselves!”

Both quivered at her sudden, sharp command but did not hesitate. Coatless as they were they immediately commenced unbuttoning their shirts which they cast off and folded neatly to place them beside their feet. Their shoes followed and then their socks and then their-trousers. Naked they stood, their cocks a-droop.

The eyes of my sister and of Caroline distinctly glowed. The boys bit their lips and looked a little shy to be so stared at.

“We like to see them soft before we stiffen them. The ladies like to draw their pellets-as they call their knobs- into their mouths and feel them swell. Were you both milked this morning?” Gertrude asked the two. They nodded at her and looked awed. I had never heard the term before, but the meaning came to me soon enough. “Was it nice?” she asked teasingly, whereat they flushed a little and nodded again whereupon Gertrude turned to the girls and said, “Silence in young girls is said to be a virtue and for good reason, for as you will have both experienced, a young lady who is taken upstairs to be threaded or to have her bottom corked, is not expected to squeal out and raise alarms. It is equally so with such as these. And now, having been so good and quiet, I expect they want to sniffy-sniff. Come, boys, do your first duty!”

At that, she motioned Adelaide and Caroline to seat themselves upon the bed and drew her dress up almost to her knees. As she did so, the youths became alert-like greyhounds eager at the leash. Falling to their knees, they crawled to her-Roger to her front and Alfred circling to her rear. Adelaide and Caroline quite clutched each other's hand in excitement and watched them, as I did, put their heads and shoulders up beneath the skirt of Gertrude which slowly fell and so enveloped them. Then she put her legs astride and placed her hands upon her hips.

“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!”