At this moment Ethel returned. She, too, was in a wrapper and prepared for the fray. Her eyes gleamed as she saw the great milky bosoms hanging out and my face buried in them. She came at once to her mother's assistance.
'Isn't he charming, Ethel? Harry has been good enough to kiss me, oh! so nicely, as you see, and he is making me feel just lovely. And now I am going to kiss him there, too.' Here was seduction reversed with a vengeance! Where the bold lover usually urges the timid girl step by step, and takes possession of her virginal charms in due order till he arrives at the primest of all, these two daring women revenged the wrongs of their sex on a poor unprotected boy by submitting him to a similar process.
My waistcoat was unbuttoned and the singlet followed. Rose turned the lapels back and exposed my chest. Praising the firm robust flesh and remarking admiringly on the smoothness of my skin, she fastened on my nipples and began to tickle one with her tongue. Ethel leaned over and took possession of the other. The sensation was most agreeable and I felt that I should wet my breeches if it lasted.
'Oh ladies, dear ladies,' I remonstrated feebly, 'you overpower me. If you treat me like this, I don't know what will happen.' They chuckled delightedly and sucked all the more. Ethel transferred her mouth to mine and, to my horror, slipped her hand down inside my vest. Slowly the taper fingers made their way into my belly, feeling it deliberately all over, and then came into contact with my engorged prick. 'Oh, mamma, I've found such a funny thing, round and long: oh, yes' (running her hand as far as my balls), 'longer than my hand, and hard, but soft at the same time. It seems… yes, it seems to have a sort of pointed knob with a loose cap of skin.' The infernal witch, with finger and thumb, imparted a spidery motion to her hand, and darted her tongue into my mouth. She knew very well that my overwrought prick would splutter out its contents in a moment, and this was what she was aiming at. Gently she squeezed on, and informed her mother of the state of her progress as reflected in my face. 'Why, mother, Harry has such a rapturous look on his face, just as if he was seeing angels. He is turning his eyes up quite ecstatically, and this curious pillar I'm holding is throbbing away and swelling in my hand.' 'Yes,' said her mother feeling my jock from the outside.
'What you have there, Ethel, is an appendage usually found on young men, and much sought after by ladies. It is commonly called a prick, and from what I can judge seems to be an excellent specimen of its kind.' With that she rubbed my balls a little, and that settled it. I did not care a damn for the consequences, but let the flood burst. My lava flowed abundantly, and a delicious shiver ran all over me. Ethel, who had occasionally passed the tip of her finger over the top of my prick, to judge, no doubt, how soon she might expect to feel the discharge, hollowed her hand and held it over the nut, for which I was duly grateful since otherwise my clothes would have been in a precious mess.
'Oh, mamma,' she called out, still preserving her innocent tone, 'it's shooting a lot of warm sticky stuff into my hand. See…' she withdrew her hand and held it out to Rose. At the same time she bent over my face again, and prevented me watching what happened to the moist little paw. I heard a glucking noise, and when I next saw the hand, where I expected to see a respectable pool of good semen, to my astonishment I found it dry or almost so. The greedy woman had deliberately sucked it all up, but at the time I thought Ethel had wiped it on her dress somewhere.
Down went the hand again, and Ethel professed much amazement at the change she found.
'Why, it's all limp and soft now-not half the size it was-just like a boy's little thing.' 'Well, rub it, my dear, and it'll come back again in good time.' This the girl proceeded to do, and a most pleasurable feeling it was to have her soft hand toying with my most tender parts.
'I can't get at him properly this way,' complained Rose. Rising, she lifted her skirt to straddle my limbs, which enabled her deliberately to expose a pair of naked legs and part of her equally naked and voluminous thighs, showing she had nothing on but wrapper, shift and slippers. Ethel no doubt was similarly equipped. Seating herself across me, Rose first of all unbuttoned my trousers and revealed the play of her daughter's fingers on my cock.
'You won't be so pressed with your clothes loose; and you might take off your coat and waistcoat, Harry. Then we can cuddle you much better.' I did so with pleasure, whereupon, aided by Ethel, she smilingly pulled down shirt and singlet to my waist, leaving my torso barer than her own. Next she opened wrapper and chemise to the same extent, and applied her luxurious bubbies to my chest, rubbing them lasciviously against my naked flesh and setting up a gentle electric friction of a most exquisite description. Ethel said, 'I think, mamma dear, you will get on better if you are more undressed, too.' Without waiting for sanction she quietly pulled the clothes from her mother's shoulders and arms, and let them hang loose from her loins.
What a magnificent apparition the nude bust was! Never, so far, had I seen or thought of anything like it. My ephemeral fucks had been perpetrated on ordinary bodies, and one of these resplendent bubbies would have balanced any two I had exploited as yet. I hugged the elastic waist and, stammering I know not what words of endearment, kissed and mouthed all I could reach. Slipping my hands down I came upon a powerful bottom spreading wide on either side of the hips, and was only prevented from exploring the whole of this wonderful terrain by the tight fitting linen. Ethel saw my dilemma, and whispering to her mother, 'Lift yourself a little,' pushed the garments right down and denuded the circumambient haunches. I bent under her arm to view them. What a sight they were! Curving in a sweeping outline from the hips, they projected back and to the sides in a massive swell of triumphant flesh. There was nothing of that flatness which so often spoils a fine arse, and they presented a satiny surface free from blotches and blemishes, such as not all women of ripe age can boast.
Always since then have I measured my mistresses' fundamental charms by the standard of Rose's great arse, and seldom have I come across one that for symmetry, shape and smoothness could beat it. Size of course I have seen exceeded, but mere size is nothing if not accompanied by corresponding attractions. Deliriously I clasped handfuls of the warm sappy flesh, gripping hard and even thrusting my hand into the dubious region between the cheeks.
For her part, Rose plainly approved my demonstrations, and snuggling her face under my armpits, licked the hair. 'The odour of man,' said she, 'is just as enticing to a randy woman as the scent of her snatch to her lover.' Then she fell to sucking my breasts again. My face being disengaged, Ethel opening her robe drew forth, not without some blushes, a pair of shapely sweet-smelling mammae, pointed with little teats, and placed one after the other on my mouth, at the same time rubbing her middle against my arm. I was almost smothered under the avalanche of loose flowing flesh, and gasped for breath. Ethel had compassion on me and substituted her tongue for her titties.
She gave me the whole of it this time-another endearment to which I was a stranger, and the effect of all this could no longer be concealed.
Nor was it lessened when the now excited and naughty girl said, 'Doesn't that make you feel good, Harry? Hasn't it a stiffening effect somewhere, my dear?' At the same moment her mother, judging the time opportune, took my hand and guided it under her clothes to her crotch. This was what I had been waiting for. Instantly I twined my fingers in the mat of hair, felt the prominent motte, and then dived into the fat cunt. I revelled in its slimy folds, and juicy enough they were in all conscience. Determined to have revenge for the indignity Ethel had inflicted on my cock when she so ruthlessly jerked it off, I frigged the great cunt violently.