Caroline

CHAPTER FIVE

The youths stood side by side again, having moved as if commanded silently, their penises erect-a strange, strange sight to see.

My sister and Caroline moved slowly, as I hoped they would. Hip to hip and bending over, they drew up their gowns. As often as I had seen them thus, I was still enchanted by the view. First one saw their shapely calves, each sheathed in dark grey stockings, then-above-the dipping of their knees, their swelling thighs, the ruffled ridging of their garters and the pale sheen of their flesh above. Gertrude meanwhile moved between the boys, shouldering them brusquely apart, and held their cocks, her fingers ringed around the throbbing stems.

At that, as if by some signal, my sister and Caroline bared their bottom cheeks and wrapped their gowns up tightly round their hips, causing Gertrude to smile with pleasure at the sight.

“How spankable you both look! Is that how you used to present yourself for your tuitions-eh?” she laughed, and drew the boys towards them slowly, step by step. There was regimenting in each movement, as I saw. Perhaps in part I envied them. Feeling mulish, perhaps, or mischievous, neither Adelaide nor Caroline replied. So apple-round and tight their bottoms looked that I could not help but frig myself and even feared to knock the screen or breathe too heavily so that I might be heard. So quickly had my feeling changed that I would have done anything to watch them being poked or sodomised.

“Well?” Gertrude asked them. They boys had been taken so close then that their knobs all but touched the velvety cheeks that so lewdly were presented to their view.

“We may tell you later, Gertrude. Put them to us,” Caroline ordained.

“Not so quickly, darling, for they must be teased a little-and you, too. This is an exercise that Beatrice quite adores, and so do I. Now-very slowly, very slowly, boys as I have taught you. Put your knobs against their bottomholes and hold them there.”

So saying she guided each one with her hands and pressed the rearing stalks down in between the luscious hemispheres whose flesh so gleamed. I distinctly then saw the eyelashes of both Roger and Alfred quiver as their smooth knobs touched the tight, desiring holes and there were held.

Caroline stirred her bottom a little. So did Adelaide. Then they were still again. I heard their breathing softly breathing out. Rogers legs trembled as did Alfred's. Already I had spread my legs apart and unbuttoned my trousers to the full as if I, too, were indulging in the sensuous act. “Go on-go on!” I wished to shout, and yet the very slowness of it all had its excitement.

“Now put your knobs in-just the knobs. You know better than to do more at the first. Good boys, good boys- press smoothly in… and hold!”

“Oooh!” came from Adelaide, but the sound choked off. The boys' knobs were enclosed within their nether rings-the proud stems jutting out and gently held around the roots by Gertrude who stood between them still in “training” pose. The seconds ticked away. The girls' hands clenched and then relaxed.

“Now-inch by inch,” Gertrude intoned. A hiss of breath from Adelaide and Caroline. Tortured excitement had them in its spell as the tubes of rigid flesh urged in and were trapped between the springy cheeks. But Gertrude saw to every move and held the boys back with some four inches in. “hold! Hold again!” she commanded, and so they did, and so they did, their knees a-trembling mightily. A slight groan came from Alfred who was half-inserted in my sisters bottom, “quiet!” snapped Gertrude, at which his face quite fell.

Again a silence, and again a waiting. How much I wanted to spring out and kiss both Caroline and Adelaide! Gertrude released her hold upon the boys and stepped back, glancing towards me with a smile.

“Very well-enter fully and perform. I will count as you do so, up to forty, starting now,” came from her. Then with more rushings of enamoured breath, the pegs sank in, remained buried for a moment and drew out until the knobs just showed. “One-two…” called Gertrude. The count began! I knew not such a thing before and never could have dreamed of it. Adelaide and Caroline wriggled their bottoms quite adorably, their hands flat down upon the coverlet and legs held trimly straight, apart. There was a knowledge in them then to make no sound, on that occasion at the least. They churned their hips, their lips apart.

“Clasp their hips lightly now and work them well,” commanded Gertrude, counting fifteen as she did. At that the boys began to pump more quickly, doing so in perfect unison and thus no doubt underlining all the hours of training they had received ere this. Their faces grew more flushed, their nostrils pinched. One saw the effort, the desiring and the lust. I saw myself as if mirrored in their faces then-the male and female, beauty and the beast.

“You will come on the count of forty-not before,” said Gertrude, though they must have known it well and laboured long to have achieved such, and it was said rather for the benefit of the girls than otherwise.

The pace quickened at the call of “Thirty!” The luscious SMACK! of bottom cheeks to bellies sounded louder and more joyous even. Both Adelaide and Caroline had begun to finger their pussies openly. Their mouths hung wider and their eyes rolled up. Panting and puffing more they worked their hips. Ah, happy wickedness-I was as deep within its spell as they, lost the last threads of jealousy, and almost spouted out myself. Gertrude said afterwards that she heard me breathing, but the boys did not. Their eyes half closed, they rode up to their peaks and, at the call of forty sank their cock deep in, their buttocks tightening as they loosed their sperm, bringing a soft, pleased moan from both the girls whose fingers were as wet as were their bottomholes. I saw the glistenings on their fingertips and would have kissed and sucked them if I could, so impassioned was I at the sight.

Gertrude allowed them all to quiver for a while with the stems still embedded, then she snapped her fingers and called out: “Out to the bathroom, wash yourselves and wait!”

They scampered fast enough despite their liquid loss, I thought. Then the door closed upon them and Gertrude drew me out and grasped my cock as she had done those of the boys.

“What have we here?” she laughed, and I felt myself just like a foolish boy in that warm clasp. Perhaps-as I now think-I wanted to; perhaps that is the trick of it, for I have since seen grown men trained in much the same way, sometimes by kin, sometimes by others whose paths they had too hopefully crossed.

“Gertrude, do not tease him! How nice he was to keep so quiet! Oh, Harry, what a gentleman you are!” Caroline exclaimed, jumped up and threw her arms about me, brushing Gertrude's hand aside to hold my prick herself. I expected then to thread her and made to pull her dress up, but my hand was slapped. “Put it away, you naughty boy, or Mummy smack. Shall Mummy smack?” she laughed.

“Shush, or the boys will hear,” said Gertrude.

A kiss from Caroline and I buttoned up my trousers, straining my springy cock within.

“What a lovesome thing that was!” Adelaide said, “Such lovely spurts of come-I felt them all. Oh, Harry dear, you do not mind?”

I was about to say that I did not and was pleased to see them at the sport when a knock sounded timidly on the door.

“Go away, you naughty boys! Wait downstairs for me,” Gertrude called and shrugged as if to say, “What a nuisance they are!”

“What will you do with them next?” asked Caroline.

“They are due to be milked again in half an hour, my dear. I have had them but for two months. They are doing rather well, I think. Another several weeks and I shall be more sure of them. They had a perfect treat with you. Normally I use my hands to make them come and talk to them the while-telling them their duties and so on. Young boys are prone to come too quickly when aroused. That is a tendency I have to quell, and hence the counting. As to spanking them and piddling in their mouths- that is to show them that the female is the queen.”

“When you first began with them they must have struggled, did they not?” asked Adelaide.

“I have known boys struggle, yes, but when they are held by two women, it is easy for one of them to make the cock to spill. Then they are quiet and can be handled easily. I am sure it was the same with you,” she added slyly, “but at least you have seen them at their major exercise now and have benefited from it. What think you, Harry? Do you deem it fair that boys should be trained as well as girls?”

I put on a wise look that I suspect fooled none of them. The girls looked at me expectantly.

“At that age, yes. I see no harm in it. To the contrary, like girls they are brought up to fulfill what is expected of them,” I replied, and then-having a curiosity about it myself, asked Gertrude, “How long will they be kept at their duties once they are fully trained?”

“You may say a year at the least, Harry, and quite possibly two. Thereafter it depends in part upon Beatrice and the ladies. They may wish for a change. There is a decided preference among mature ladies of my acquaintance for youths who will obey a simple click of the fingers. If these two go their own way after a year or two, they will quickly be replaced, but my belief is that they will prefer their state of submissiveness and the pleasures that are its rewards. The ladies guard them jealously-you may be sure of that. Thus you see, my dears, such youths are quite different to their counterparts, for while both of you girls were brought up to take the cock up your bottoms and your pussies by your elders, you did not become enslaved thereby-did not submerge your pride as these two boys delight to do.”

“How lovely to have them waiting in ones bedroom!” Caroline remarked and threw a quick glance at me, but I showed no frown to her.

“Indeed-but you are not in need of such yet and will not be for many years, Caroline. A lady in her middling years cannot find suitors as easily as you, and certainly not two ready cocks at once, as is the case with Alfred and Roger.”

“What pleasures Beatrice and the others must have- but do their husbands not mind?” asked Adelaide.

“I doubt that the husbands are aware of it. The boys are quiet and well-behaved and give no outward sign of their proclivities until they are quietly beckoned by the ladies. All is very discreet. There are many pretty things done and many tricks performed. Thus, Beatrice likes to lie upon her bed, legs spread, and have her bare toes sucked by each of them while an older youth is foraging his pestle in her honeypot. She quite languishes to have that done in the quiet of an afternoon!”

“My goodness! Do Alfred and Roger then mount her afterwards?” I asked.

“Why, as to that, I do not know. I believe their only role at present is to suck toes while she is being pleasured,” answered Gertrude with a show of innocence.

There was then a moment of silence. We were all aware of the boys waiting below. Besides, I rather wanted to talk with Caroline and my sister and so made the first move to thank our hostess for a delightful entertainment.

“I am glad you call it that,” she smiled, “for it is a term that can cover a multitude of delights and which may be used in polite company without some being the wiser as to what it really means.”

“Shall we see you milking them before we go?” Caroline asked hopefully.

Gertrude shook her head. “I would prefer it not, my pet. I do not wish them to feel, you see, that they are on exhibition among younger folk such as yourselves. I have let them off the leash a little with yourselves this afternoon, but otherwise their training is very formal and only undertaken with older ladies, In this way they become used to a certain type of entourage, as I feel sure you will understand.”

“Yes, of course,” the girls agreed politely, and so it was that we made our departure, not catching another sight of Alfred and Roger who were obviously concealing themselves in shyness somewhere and thus bearing out what Gertrude had said.

“I would love to see them sucking Beatrice's toes-one at each outstretched foot when she is being pestled,” Caroline remarked as our carriage departed. Then she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes, “Would you suck mine, Harry? I imagine it must give a lovely tickly feeling.”

“I would suck them forever more were you to consent to marrying me,” I replied so suddenly that I had no recollection whatever of gathering the words in my mind to speak them.

“Oh, Harry! Do you mean it?” Being seated beside me, with Adelaide on the opposite seat, she threw herself into my arms and asked teasingly, “You do not think me too naughty, then, to marry?”

I laughed with happiness against the lips that came to mine. A squeal of pleasure sounded from Adelaide. With those words, Caroline's acceptance and my own journey into marriage were sealed.