Caroline

CHAPTER SIX

“Now you must meet Papa and Mama-indeed all my family,” said Caroline amid the showers of words that followed and of which Adelaide was very much a part.

Again, such is the curious nature of my being, it was exactly what I did not wish to do. Involvements fluster me, crowd in on me. Caroline has often said that had I been able to live in a hut with herself and Adelaide-hidden from the eyes of Society and venturing out only to obtain food and drink-I would have been perfectly content to do so. I for my part was quite happy to joke with her about it, saying that such a hut must have ivy around the door, a chimney, and a picket fence.

“Of course-and with three porridge bowls, just like the Three Bears,” Adelaide would say. They humoured my eccentricities, provided they were there to guide me away from them. I did not mind. Paradise for me was to lie abed between the two, their mouths liquid to my own and their cunnies always ready for my cock. Sometimes, at Caroline's behest, we would make love silently, turning our bodies on the sheet this way and that. She was very inventive and said on the night of our betrothal that she would like to swim in a clear pool with three young girls about her who would dive between her legs and nibble and lick at her en passant.

“And what would Adelaide like to do?” I asked of my sister, for I felt a deep contentment upon me now that the future was sealed and that I would always be at Caroline's side, while as for my sister, she said that she would never leave us and that we would remain an ever-loving trio.

Giving herself a long moment's thought, Adelaide replied, “I would like to ride naked on a white stallion with a male rider at my rear and my cunny gliding up and down on his cock as the horse cantered gently.”

I wondered if she had ever done that, or something very similar to that, but did not ask. My mind was in bits and pieces as to immediacies. The idea that I was to be introduced as a perfect stranger to Caroline's parents, while declaring our intent to marry, seemed to me most improper insofar as the etiquette of such matters is concerned, though Caroline was in no way disturbed about it.

“Everything will be all right, Harry. My judgement in matters of taste is much respected. In any event, Mama is visiting us the day after tomorrow and will have the pleasure of making your acquaintance then.”

This I did not mind so much. To meet Caroline's family in a piecemeal fashion, so to speak, suited my temperament better. As the hour for the encounter approached, so I grew more nervous, which amused Caroline and my sister much.

“Mama is no ogre. You will soon come to cherish her,” Caroline assured me. Even so, I took a stiff whisky before the grand arrival of Lady Somner, and a deep breath when she entered the house. Upon actually encountering her, however, all my apprehensions faded as do sparks from a bonfire at night which, like tiny errant stars, flirt for a moment with the darkling air and then disappear into some otherness.

Lady Jane Somner had not then quite reached her forty-third year, and was a striking beauty of my own stature. Her skin appeared as smooth as a girl's, her bosom fulsome, her hips lush in their out-curving. Indeed, so taken was I with her and with her gentle smile that I bowed and kissed the back of her hand as she entered the drawing room.

“I hear naught but good of you,” were her first words to me.

I thought for a moment to say the same, but realised that it might sound impertinent and so contented myself with a modest murmur while Caroline beamed upon us both. Then, after a short conversation, and in the usual manner of ladies, all three went upstairs to do whatever women do upon arrivals-which, so far as my experience goes, is to talk and talk and talk.

“Mama, we have met such a remarkable lady,” I heard Caroline say as they ascended. I gawped and stood quite still. Surely she could only mean Gertrude-and yet what could she possibly have to say of her to her Mama, of all people? I listened furtively and heard Lady Somner reply with a laugh, “Why, what does she do, dear?”

Caroline's reply was lost as they trailed along the landing above, during which time I tried with almost comic desperation to imagine what could be said and what could not, and why Caroline had mentioned Gertrude at all.

There was laughter from the bedroom then. I heard it distinctly, but no words. Upon their re-appearance some thirty minutes later, I put on an utterly jejune air of casualness, though no sign of secrets showed in Lady Somner's face and all was such sweetness and decorum that, as night came upon us, I resigned myself to a temporary bachelor existence since it was evident that Lady Somner was to stay.

At ten the girls retired, I receiving a chaste kiss on the cheek from both and finding myself alone with Caroline's Mama whom I offered to escort to the door of her bedroom.

“In a while, Harry. I have a peculiar penchant in that I like to disrobe downstairs before ascending. It is a foible that I trust you will not deny me? Would you be so kind as to fetch my nightgown. I have placed it in readiness upon my bed. Be a good boy and I will kiss you goodnight very nicely.”

Her words stunned me, but I knew from the searching look she gave me that she was in no wise joking.

“Why, yes, of course,” I heard myself say, feeling utterly apprehensive lest I should encounter Caroline or Adelaide on the landing, though the closing of their doors had already been heard. As may be imagined, I tiptoed upstairs rather fretfully, but not without a tingling of wonderment and excitement. The floorboards creaked here and there, and once or twice in my passage I halted and heard rather the beating of my heart than anything else, taking longer about the matter than was needful.

Finally when I descended, with a powder blue nightgown, much frilled with white lace and adorned with little white bows, over my arm, it was to find the gaslight dimmed in the drawing room, for I perceived only a soft glow emanating from the gap where I had left the door ajar. Feeling my palms moisten slightly, I entered and there beheld a sight of voluptuous glory.

Standing in the centre of the room with her hands on her hips and her feet astride was Lady Somner. Her gown and underskirt had been discarded and lay over a chair. Through a somewhat bleared vision I saw that she was wearing nothing save a dark grey petticoat whose broad, frilled hem undulated just above the tops of her matching stockings where pink-rosetted garters circled her plump, pale thighs. Her sturdy, shapely calves were adorned by patterned black boots that reached to just below her knees. The magnificent gourds of her breasts were half revealed to me in their rising above the neckline of the petticoat where the half-moons of the large brown aureoles showed.

“Harry, close the doors and come here,” she uttered.

I swallowed and obeyed, knowing not whether to hand her the nightgown or to lay it down.

“Place it at my feet and kneel before me, Harry. Do you not intend to pay homage to your future mother-in-law?”

“Why, yes-I-that is to say…” I choked foolishly.

“It will not be your last opportunity, but it is pleasant to savour the first,” she smiled, whereat I found myself sinking slowly to my knees within inches of her superb figure. The silky nightgown thereupon slid from my arm, but I scarcely knew it had done, for as my face came on a level with her garters, so Lady Somner delicately fingered the hem of her petticoat and ruffled it up to display to my hot eyes her thick, dark pubic bush and the pale gleaming of her belly. Her legs being apart, there was no hindrance whatever to my astounding view of her well-furred cunny whose rolled lips glistened and looked deliciously succulent.

“Come-lick your fist lick, Harry. Many times has it been bedewed, but always is it moist for love. I am a romantic, Harry. I love to be adored.”

So saying, she reached down, passed her right hand around the back of my head and brought my mouth up under the scented wonder of her quim, shifting her thighs the more so that their warm inner silkiness came to press lightly against my ears and the squishy lips of her cunt pressed themselves amourously upon my half-open mouth.

“There, dear, does that not taste nice? Make your salute and lick well around and within. Clasp my bottom as you do so. Hold me tight! Ah, yes, how agile is your tongue! You have received some lessons, then? A trifle higher up now and move your tongue-tip round my spot.”

The most heady and subtle of perfumes invaded my nostrils as I performed this astonishing salute, palming her massive bottom cheeks with a delirium of pleasure as I did so. Her thighs then quivered and clamped themselves against my ears the more, making them burn, yet I did not resent the hold. Indeed, I found excitement in it.

“Ah, sweet boy, yes-there-exactly there! Now move your tongue about it, all around!”

Her hips began to surge, making my head move back and forth. The undulations of her bulging bottom cheeks thrilled me to the core. I licked slavishly.

“Ah, Harry, had you but a twin, the other could lick my bottomhole as well! I adore that to be done. “Two should clasp each other tightly, Harry, when they are ready for it. Are you ready for it? Is your cock up stiff?”

“My God, yes!” I exclaimed in muffled fashion underneath her fur and heard her husky laugh as I sprang up, my pego bursting through my trouser cloth, but as I did so, so she clipped her swelling thighs together and pressed against my shoulders with her hands to keep my face some inches from her own.

“No, dear, not yet,” she teased, “this is your first time with me, is it not? Undress and show me your equipment first. You have to last the night with me, you know!”

I was berserk with desire. Perhaps such small inhibitions as had obtained in me until then were scattered to the winds. This glorious creature was yielding herself to me, and with her lovely daughter all unsuspecting and nigh asleep upstairs. Would that conscience and desire could have fought a longer battle, but there was no help for it. I, moreover, was literally being commanded to obey and did so with as glad a will as ever I had done anything before. In a trice, naked, I presented my standard to her view while she, keeping two paces from me, raised her petticoat and removed it so that her mammalian twins yielded themselves, hard-nippled, to my eyes.

“You may kiss me, Harry, now and press your cock against my belly, for I like to feel it thus,” said she whereat I was in her arms rather than she in mine and felt the superb tingling of her swollen titties to my chest, the sly rubbing of her garters to my thighs and, above all, that indescribable intimacy that comes from two naked, warm-fleshed forms together. I clasped her nether cheeks and savoured again their richness and their subtle yielding to my fingertips.

“Shall we to bed now?” she asked with slight amusement against my lips.

“Let me…” I croaked, but could not bring myself to utter crudenesses against her mouth.

“Let you what? You have not kissed my bottom yet,” she teased, then laughed a little “oooh!” as I fingered her rosette between the thrusting hemispheres. Suavely she moved her tongue against my own, breathing her warm breath into my mouth. “Sometimes we play a game, my pet. Shall I tell you what it is? One is the Master or the Mistress, and the other is obedient. Shall we toss a coin for it?”

“I want to do it,” I moaned pettishly and worked my prick between our bellies as she pressed to me, burring her stockings all around my legs.

“Ah, but you must know how, you see. It does not suffice, my pet, to play the two-backed beast, as Rabelais called it, without preliminaries. There is an art to love and we must all suffer a little in its cause. You have not trained a girl as yet-have you? Nor know how it is done, I bet. How would you deal with me, were I recalcitrant?”

“I would… I would spank you,” I uttered breathlessly for the silky sheen of her skin was making me all but spill, and such would have been a sacrilege.

“Of course you would have to; that is requisite. And when I had a hot bum then what would you do with me?”

“I would do it with you. Let us do it now!”

“Force me upon my back and rape me, would you? Oh, tut-tut, Harry, how very crude! Come, lie down with me upon the rug, but don't attempt me yet. Leisure rhymes with pleasure, my dear, you know!”

“But… but Caroline…” I stammered, for as we sank upon a welcoming rug, so one of her heavy stockinged legs rose over mine and lay across them. My penis burned and throbbed against her pubic bush. Her breath clouded over my face. I felt her swollen titties and her nipple bright as thorns against my palm.

“Caroline is already well-attended to, is she not? And Adelaide? Confess to me that you are the young rogue that I believe you are!”

My face hung over hers and was deeply flushed both at her unexpected words and the voluptuous excitement of the moment.

“Why, no-not Adelaide,” I stammered.

“Modesty! It really becomes you Harry!” she laughed and moved her sultry lips this way and that under my own in the most bewitching manner while she clasped my pulsing member and ease her fingers up and down the straining rod, causing me to tremble with delight. “Have you not rodded both? Why, I believe you have. Your sister is a little coy to tell me so, and yet I see a flame deep in her eyes such as I always wish to see in pretty girls. Have you not spanked and tupped their bottoms yet?”

“Yes, I have!” I replied fervently and made to roll upon her silken belly, but she held my member in a tighter clasp.

“You have enjoyed them, Harry, but have not warmed their bottoms up as yet. You do not mind my frankness? Why, I'm sure you don't. Love and desiring are the freedoms that we all enjoy. How well did they present this afternoon? Come-you can tell me.”

My Lord, it was true that Caroline had told all!

“Let me do it with you!” I begged again and brought a silvery laugh from her.

“Darling, you have yet to learn the art of ultimate arousal. The more we talk of it, the more will be the fever in our veins when we commence to fuck. Were the girls submissive, Harry? Truly so?”

“Yes!” I replied in a gasp. Between words her long tongue would lick along my lips, her palm sliding under my balls to weigh and caress them. How desperately I desired to let my sperm jet forth, yet now and again she would grip my urgent member warningly.

“Never waste your liquid treasures, Harry when a woman's lips or bottomhole or cunny wait for them. Speak with freedom! Love is shared between us all. We are bohemians in that respect. You will be the property, so to speak, of all the ladies in the household when you are married, and they in turn shall be yours. None of us wear drawers, and we are ever ready for the cock!”

“How beautiful!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, it is,” she murmured, “there is freedom in such things. A cock sucked dry shows no remorse, nor does a cunny bubbling to the brim with manly sperm. Sometimes, as now, you will be drawn into a woman's arms to fuck her. Sometimes you may prove yourself the master. Do you not want to do all, and enjoy us all? Claudia, my elder daughter, is delicious. Suck on my tongue and play more with my cunny as we talk.”

“Is it all true?” I knew I had no need to ask. Saliva trickled in between our lips. Spreading her legs, she drew her knees up and began to work her bottom to my touch.

“When the males have us, Harry, there is nothing but delight. Had you seen Caroline at her breaking-in, you would have adored her even more. How she whinnied as the birch bit into her! Then, when he mounted her and drove the peg up in between her bottom cheeks, she squealed but once, then moaned her pleasure out. Long did he throb in her before he worked it back and forth and nothing to be heard but her sweet sobs. Oh, Harry darling, yes!”

I was upon her clipped between her stockinged legs, knob at her sticky slit and easing in.

“Fuck me, you bad boy-fuck, oh fuck!”

Her ruffled garters rubbed my legs. My balls slapped underneath her bottom's orb. Oh wondrous cushions of her tits on which I lay! Into the channel, tunnel of desire, the squish-squashy mouth of love, the padding curls, silk of her belly underneath my own, her nipple stiff as thorns beneath my chest, flooding of breaths and incoherent moans.

“Hmmmm! Hmmmm! Hmmmm!” she hummed into my mouth and loosed her tickling, bubbling juice around my ensheathed rod, heels drumming on my buttocks as she did while I strove all I could not to eject my sperm upon the instant as I wanted to, but nursed my strokes and buried in, drew out, and thrust again all in a jiggling-joggling of desire.

“Witch! Dearest! Wondrous woman!” so I choked.

“Yes, Harry, call me what you will. Call me by wicked names-I do not mind! Ah, pump me-yes-go faster now. Come, darling-you have held it back too long. Come in me as you do in Caroline and Adelaide.”

“You d… d… devil… ah!”

The wrapping of her legs was strong. Rasping of stockings to my skin. Meltings of mouths-wild cries of hot desire. I felt her spill once more and yet again, then knew the fire, the ice, the tingling-tickling in my stem, urgent uncoiling of the strings of sperm that spat their way fast up my buried prick and jetted, spattered, splashed within her maw whose spongelike clasp absorbed my every pellet, spout and drop until I shuddered out my last and buried my tearful member deep in her.

Trembling we lay in the sweetness of that moment then, her cunny gently sucking on my cock, hairs intermingling at the crotch, my balls beneath her bottoms cleft.

“Nice, was it nice? Say it was nice,” she mouthed.

“The best fuck that I ever had,” I moaned and felt it almost to be true, cradled upon her lush and fulsome form.

Her legs slipped down. She lay with them apart and with her eyes half-closed.

“Keep your balls up to my bottom, for I like it so. Can you feel me squeezing on your prick?”

“Yes-it's delicious. Do it-do it more.”

“You will get stiff again, and soon enough. Take me upstairs. The bed will be softer for our labours there.”

“But, but Caroline may hear,” I murmured, drawing slowly out of her, my prick half stiff and still a tingle in the stem.

“We are used at home to all such sounds, Harry, and you will learn that soon enough. Come-bring my clothes and yours. Hold underneath my bottom as we go. Pretend that you are leading me to sin,” she giggled softly as I knelt and drew her up.

“I am,” I laughed.

“No, dear-to pleasure. Sin is pain. We do not wish to know of that. Are we ready for our little trip? Tread softly and they'll hear us not-if you do not wish Adelaide to know.”

“I do not mind,” I said, but she knew it then to be untrue and helped me bundle up our clothes into my arms.

“You cannot hold my bottom now, but you may upstairs,” she laughed, and thus we took ourselves, transformed across the passage of the hours as now we were and henceforth would remain.