First training

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The act that was to ensue was one of salutation to the female, as Jennifer was to learn. That there is apparent submission in the female cannot be doubted, and yet she holds the reins. In forbidding the male to loose his sperm, she encloses him in the most intimate and tightest manner, and then rejects him, though he may be held long throbbing in her orifice and thus pays homage to her nether charms.

With caution and due ceremony, I brought Horace to rise by tugging on his chain, acting-as it pleased me sometimes to do-as handmaiden to the event, and then to his undoubted dismay led him to a corner of the room and there to wait. Silent as he was, he licked his lips, breathed heavily, his penis straining mightily up his belly. Seeing my stepmother whisper to Jennifer again, I turned him to the wall. Turning my head, I watched her hand glossing all around Jennifer’s high-thrust bottom and dipping occasionally to brush her slit. The young woman’s hips stirred, though not uneasily. When fretful of occasion, my sister had been treated thus and her orifice oiled. That warm unguent was no more soothing, as I knew, than my stepmother’s voice when she was minded it to be. It lured, it comforted, it coaxed, and spoke of pleasures almost beyond one’s ken. That Jennifer did not murmur nor attempt to raise her head was to her uttermost credit, for many are the young women who wilt at the idea of the intrusion of the prick between their cheeks.

One becomes accustomed to it, in my experience, after the first rodding there. It pleasured me as much as it did in my cunny, and on occasion more if I were feeling lewd or, as my stepmama would say, “indulgent,” for I felt the sperm shoot in more strongly there and loved to feel the balls of the cowed males slapping under me.

The curtains being drawn together, my stepmother then dowsed all the lamps but one which shone with radiance upon Jennifer’s offered orb. Having made her sacrifice to Lesbos in this selfsame room, she was now to make another as I had been frequently brought to do, absorbing the pulsing stems in my tight bottom and mewing inwardly.

Mark well that term, for the female in such posture is not craven and hence should hold back the small, imploring cries she might otherwise utter. Neither should she puff or pant, but take great care to control herself, for in her silence the male is then held in greater awe of her. Once his duty is concluded she has nothing to praise him for but on the contrary may upbraid him should his performance lack virility and power, or the necessary rhythms to please her. Sometimes he may lightly clasp her hips, but sometimes not and must keep his hands clasped behind his back. On rare occasions, when the delicious climax is being obtained, he may be called to bend full over her and fondle her breasts, though this is not unduly encouraged, for the awoken female prefers such caresses to come from her own kind, women’s tongues and fingers being far more subtle and knowing than the cruder male’s.

Until the female has fully proven herself, even so, she must be kept on her toes by her mentor who, if she pleases, will style herself a Riding Mistress and will see regularly to the conduct of the males in pleasuring those whose toes they are often pleased to suck. My stepmother would thus conduct herself at home once a month at least, we being assembled and lectured to before the males were put to us.

The drawing together of the curtains and the dowsing of all lamps save one reminded me of this while both combatants waited for the word of command. Thus on occasion Bertha’s daughter, Mary, was brought among us and treated as an equal among the women. She was of my own age, being a little plump about the bottom and thighs, but quite delightful to see when disrobed, for her titties were large and bold, which she inherited from her mother.

The males, having been stripped and bound to the wallrack in the “pleasure room,” with their cocks well stiffened by Bertha, would be left so for an hour while my stepmother philosophised, undressing as she did while Bertha followed suit. Seeing them nude to their stockings and boots would stir us and we would then disrobe also, making much naughtiness about the matter and having our cunnies tickled and our bottoms stirred. Liqueurs would be passed around and much licking would obtain until our erect nipples, flushed cheeks and moist quims sought further fulfilments, I knowing that I might find myself abed afterwards with Stepmama and Mary while Bertha would frot with Sarah and occasionally bring a cock again to her.

When the males were brought down by Bertha, we three girls were put up ready, side by side and with some two feet or so obtaining between our hips which were slung over the back of a sofa. While a perfect silence first obtained, a prick would be put to each of our bottoms, entered an inch and so held. I, being often in the middle, would secretly clasp the hand of Sarah on one side and that of Mary on the other. Our hands would tighten with each further inch that was impelled into us, my stepmother walking all about and observing all. At three inches of such invasion, the males were called to halt and so stood, throbbing in our “rosebuds” with great eagerness and yet the “Ring Mistress” knew she must control all.

Thus we would proceed and I hard put to utter not a sound as the pervasive insurgence increased, the thighs of the males ever trembling as they were called to halt and then again to proceed. Occasionally my stepmother’s whip would crack about one or other of their buttocks and their groans would sound. When at last the stems were full embedded, thus we held and gripped them tight, having to guess-if we did not already know-whose penis we contained.

Were the performance to be a strict one (we having perhaps displeased her in some wise), the cries to proceed and to stop ever sounded, so that by her own deliberation there was no rhythm to the matter and much frustration. Finally, however, the corkings would begin, though each male must thrust in and then withdraw in the same moment so that the exquisite sensations of we three were unified.

“Faster!” she would sometimes cry and then we would be corkscrewed deeply. “Now slow-now SLOW!” she would say after a few such moments and the pantings of the males would sound louder as they obeyed. No movements of our own hips were permitted on such occasions. We received, we suffered, we enjoyed. Our eyes would screw up, our clasps tighten on each other’s hands, little trickles and spurts of pleasure emanating from our slits as we were worked.

Towards their climax-and the time of it being ordained by Stepmama-the males would flash their hips and ream us fast, then coming upon their moment would slow down and frequently were made to draw their cocks out almost to the knob as they ejected. Such was a most delicious feeling, for it lengthened the span of their jets and seemed to make them shoot deeper within us, my stepmama ever spurring them on with exhortations and snappings of her whip. Then would the shuddering climaxes obtain and we would grip the roots of their pricks which at the last would urge right in and pulse their last, being made to stay within until they had shrunk and slipped without.

When pestles to pussies were put there was often less ceremony, though the males were not permitted to be upon us and luxuriate once they had emptied their balls, for such kisses as we received were sweeter from other, feminine mouths. Mostly the males were made to lie prone while we mounted on their stemming weapons and rode up and down on them at our leisure, exhorting them not to spill until we wished it, that we might thereby enjoy our own orgasmic thrills as most young married women never do, the males simply treating them as cockerels do hens. Thus we deprived ourselves of nothing, but gained much, which was the entire purpose of my stepmama’s teachings. Our wardrobes were ever refurbished, for we were treated as goddesses, though it was an essential part of the philosophy-and ever is-that the accumulation of worldly goods by way of the male purse is by no means the purpose of it all. To this end my stepmother would frequently cite the cases of Bertha, Mary and Tim whose station in life was much lowlier than our own. Though it was seen to that Bertha received additions to her wages, and that her husband was paid as all manservants are, the prime purpose was to inculcate into him the most profound and dutiful devotion to his wife and daughter and such other of us females who required his virile services.

When Mary was first put up to him at fifteen, she made much fuss of it, as Sarah had done-a matter which bewilders some who think that the male then sees the younger female as his lustful toy. That this is not so emerges with her gradual understanding of the matter and her ability to turn him to her will. If fretful or wilful, as my sister first was, then she was jousted (such again being my stepmother’s word for it) by receiving one after another all three cocks of Papa, Tim and Robert in turn until her cunny or bottom bubbled with sperm and she was much quietened and a perfect little angel looked.

We never spoke to the males of these matters, for their comportment spoke for itself. To be exercised was their great pride, for it put them in the forefront and this in turn made them the more humble to be selected for duties. All were trained also to act as maids and thus would assist us in dressing or undressing on occasions when they were not to be exercised and then were forbidden to palpitate our bottoms or even touch them with their fingertips when putting on our drawers. Our naked tits would jiggle in front of their eyes on such occasions, but no immediate comfort was given them. On certain days, or as punishment for being slothful in their duties, their pricks would be made to stand and then bound in leather sheathes that they might make no use of them at all save to urinate.

However, I have diverted the reader from the immediate occasion. Jennifer waited with such patience as my stepmother had somehow instilled into her by her gentle exhortations. At a crooking of a finger, I turned Mr de Vere Lacey about and led him slowly to her.

No words were needed. I believe him to have been too cowed and too bemused to utter any. Brought to “post” behind her so that his knees all but touched the backs of her own, I moved fully to his rear and kept the chain taut. His arms hung limp and uncertain. My stepmother, pressing his palms firmly to the side of his brawny thighs, thus signalled him not to move them. Her actions in such moments were ever businesslike. Cupping his balls with her right hand, she then ringed his fleshy, rigid stave with the fingers of her left and forced its springiness down a little until the bulbous nose made contact with Jennifer’s sweet, bulging cheeks. Having so adjusted their parts she then brought him against the young woman’s tight rosette, whereat he emitted a short “HAAAAR…” and moved his neck against the restraining collar, but I jerked his head back.

Her fingers being clasped two inches below his knob, my stepmother urged it gently inwards, causing Jennifer to quiver considerably and no doubt to bite a cushion which she had clasped under her as a child might clasp a doll in bed. The springiness of her tight cheeks, having been parted to his cock, surged back and gripped it, causing his breath to flood out from his nostrils. A quivering sigh escaped Jennifer and her legs appeared more taut than before as she prepared to receive him in her orifice.

Mr de Vere Lacey’s being held still and I at his back with the restraining chain, he could not move but half an inch inwards at a time, I endeavouring to peer round him and making some little success in doing so. The everthrilling sight then came to my eyes of a female bottom-and one as lustrous and round as Jennifer’s-receiving the male cork or peg or rammer. Her breathing sounded in little rushes now. Her knees bent inwards against the end of the sofa and then once more straightened as three inches were inserted.

How I knew and envied her sensations and wished to fall beneath her and draw her mouth down upon mine as I had often done with Sarah or Mary, and they with me, when we were being serviced! Even so, I knew that Jennifer would not be at her pleasure yet but would be sustaining all the tremulous wonder and apprehensions that come from having one’s bottom plugged and reamed for the first time.

The invasion seems tremendous and only with the greatest effort and much prior coaxing does one learn not to tighten the muscles and reject the long, thick cork. At halfway point an easing comes, for there is the sensation of wonder that one has expanded to receive and a first, faint lubrication begins which eases the passage.

“WHOOO-HOOOO!” shuddered Jennifer’s father-inlaw now in utmost bliss, the sound comfortably veiling her own small whimpers. The lustrous orb of her bottom wriggled a little, whereat my stepmother ceased the progress of his entry and waited patiently for her to still herself. This Jennifer at last doing with courageous effort, my stepmother then nipped his balls gently and so sent him ramming home and firm in her so that his balls, freed quickly from my stepmother’s grasp, hung just beneath her quim.

Jennifer moaned, her hands clawing feebly. For a brief moment it seemed she would endeavour to straighten up, but the quivering along her spine was perhaps illusory and he-having my stepmother’s fingers clawed into his strong buttocks-was, equally held still.

“Dear God, how tight and warm she is!” he croaked, only to be snapped into silence by the lashing of my stepmother’s tongue.

“Be QUIET, sir! You are but her servant and her servitor and will be put to her henceforth solely at her own command. Her body is the altar at which you will thus be brought to worship. Arrogance will bring you only punishment, and lewdness will invite her whip as surely as it will your wife’s. I put you now upon your merit to pleasure your goddess. Fail in this and you will be denied all future pleasures. Clara-drop the chain!”

I had not expected this, but did so and thus was enabled to view his efforts better. His expression was constrained-so tight with pleasure that he knew not whether to laugh or cry. “HAAAAR!” he groaned and drew his peg half out, so showing better the luscious conjunction of their parts, his prick emerging like a thick root from between the chubby inrolling of Jennifer’s bottom cheeks. Seeming mesmerised by her exuding warmth and elastic pressure, he stayed thus for a moment as though in fear he might eject his sperm too soon.

A humming sound came softly from Jennifer’s throat and to our perfect delight she so moved her hips that his cock was once more fully embedded.

“H… h… hold it in!” she stammered.

“Obey!” cracked my stepmother’s voice, causing his legs to tremble mightily and his fingers to work as though he wished to clasp her hips.

There was then a silence as they remained thus, he breathing far more heavily than she. I knew her to be accommodating herself and overcoming all her scruples now. A quick vision of her as I had first seen her at the garden party passed through my mind-tall, elegant and cool with but a distantly enquiring look in her eyes. Uncovered now and put to the prick, she looked no less elegant and was gaining pride in her poise and possession of the once lordly male, bolstered as she was by our presence.

“Perform!” her voice came to him then, “but do not come until I tell you-AH!”

Her little unexpected cry was caused by his immediate observance of her command. His penis began to ease back and forth, drawn ever inwards by the succulence of her enclosure, the tight ring gripping him commandingly. Her hips began to rock gently back and forth in answer to his thrusts, though should not have done, but upon this first entry of theirs into this realm, my stepmother interfered not.

His breath came faster now, whistling down his nostrils which flared as might a bull’s. His fingers gripped themselves into his palms, wrists twitching nervously as he strove-with certain merit, I do confess-to prevent his hands from cupping her lower cheeks or hips as he would have wished.

“Not… not… not so fast! I forbid it!” came from Jennifer, bringing a look of dire disappointment to his face, though then his pace immediately slackened and the thick root strove more slowly back and forth. My stepmother, being closer to Jennifer’s side and ever observant, nodded to me and I knew the dear girl was coming. Small twitterings from between her pursed lips sang of her pleasure. Fully saddled as she was, such lusts arose in her as one constrains oneself not to utter in the presence of a male submissive. Perhaps a full minute passed then while he worked her, in-out, in-out, ever sturdy and long the strokes.

“Now faster! You may come,” she breathed.

A gasp of joy escaped him. His loins flashed, her bottom worked, rotating a little lewdly now and then as again and again she attained the peak of her pleasure, the sprinklings of which were to be found afterwards on the cushion she had at first clutched.

The tendons stood out on his neck as surely as did the veins upon his ramming tool. A long shuddering sigh came from him and, breathing furiously through his nostrils, he ejected his pleasure waves of liquid bliss within her much thrilled bottom until the last seeping pearls had been absorbed. Then did he sag, his long cork popping out, smeared and glistening with the emissions of his desire.

I made to utter something then out of habit, but my stepmother touched my hand in warning and instead I took up the chain anew and drew him back. Two paces then separated them. His eyes, hungry on her form, drank in each wondrous curve of his daughter-in-law’s most elegant and nubile form. Raising herself a little, she reached back and eased down her gown before slowly turning, her face not a little flushed but her eyes composed.

“Return upstairs,” she told him bleakly and in so doing lifted her chin as though in challenge.

His eyes fell. He sought for words he could not speak and then said simply, “Yes.”

I released the chain. His retirement was slow, uncertain and redolent of a deep selfconsciousness, but he did not turn. The door received him and he passed through. Jennifer immediately threw herself into my stepmother’s arms and laughed, “OH!” as though in wonder at herself. She was clasped silently and warmly, then released.

“Let us see to the others,” my stepmother said. Conspirators now settled in their ways, we ascended and sought Millicent. There upon a bed she lay dressed and with Clive beside her naked, his limp cock cradled in her hand. They slept and looked like two babes in so doing.

Had her drawers not been lying on the floor, the scene would have been one of even greater innocence.