“Ah, you are well fitted for it,” Pearl sighed. A laugh escaped her as then my uncle stirred and came upon her, thus bearing his weight upon us both. Few things stir a man so much as the sight of two lovely women at play, as I have long learned. His cock, stiffening again, moved in the furrow of her bottom. Her belly bumped to mine. I was all but squashed beneath them.
“Let him put it in you,” I murmured to her.
“The beast, I cannot stop him-oh, he is getting it in!”
I felt indeed that he was. Albeit that he was not then fully erect, his knob found its path between her lovelips. The rolling of Pearl's eyes and the movements of her lips upon mine told me that it had. I raised my legs the better to allow them to proceed. With quite a jolt he was full in her and there stiffened completely, a most pleasant sensation, as I was myself to learn later, for the male member swells up between the walls of the vagina which by their subtle clenching and sucking motions encourage the affair.
Pearl clearly wanted it badly, for she began to puff and moan, her face full flushed. By devious struggles I got out from beneath them. I wished to watch; Drawing up her hips and bottom, my uncle began to plug her in earnest while her face buried itself in the pillow. His face had a sheen of lust upon it. The vision of his big male shaft easing back and forth between her pouting lips quite mesmerised me, though I did not but stroke her sleek back gently, as if I were needed there to encourage her lewd-ness. Her hips strove, working back and forth, her elbows bent so that her forearms were placed flat on the bed. I have seen many photographic likenesses of such since, but none to rival the reality. Her tits swung with every inward thrust of him. Of a sudden I rose, mounted her back and-facing my uncle with my legs straddled on either side of her waist-afforded him my lips and tongue while rubbing my quim along her spine. I was careful not to put too much weight upon her and did so by placing my hands on his shoulders.
His movements quickened, making her bottom slap and smack to his belly. In his second course, as he was, his ejaculation took longer. “Oh! oh!” Pearl gasped in pleasure beneath us. I felt proud of my initiative, which had come by instinct.
“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!” I babbled to his lips.
“Yes! Oh, what pleasures!” he groaned. Hearing the words from my lips brought him on. He clenched her hips the tighter and gushed, as well I could tell by all the signs of both. Ramming her to the full, he expelled his sperm while I received his tongue, his groans, his cries.
All then was peaceful. For the nonce we had taken our full. Our stallion had proven worthy of the event. His cock, thick and heavy, spumed its last as we lay down. Being between them, I rubbed my thighs sensuously against theirs. Moving our fingers across to one another, Pearl and I twiddled each other's spermy split. Not a word was said. We lay in such beatitude as follows a fair and lusty bout, our breathing coming softly.
Visions of Elaine danced through my mind. Most oddly I felt a certain guilt that she had not been there, or-if not that-then that I was. How strangely the mind works in such moments. Yet I did not care. The haze of satisfaction was upon me. I could have taken another prick and another, and knew it well. Pearl stirred and pushed the covers down with her feet. Her movements were charmingly petulant and almost sleepy. Being then of one mind we all ruffled ourselves between the sheets and slept the sleep of love. A full hour passed before we stirred. I awoke to find myself pressed between them, my uncle's penis rampant against the hot cheeks of my bottom. Feeling around me by instinct for it, Pearl laughed as though to admonish me.
“He must conserve his forces. Oh, my mouth is dry. Let us get up and call for some lemonade,” she decreed. This we did, staring at each other's unclothed bodies with a certain curiosity. My uncle's balls were full and pendant. They promised well for the night.
Having dressed-which was a simple enough matter for I wore only a silk chemise and gown over my corset-I fretted anew about Elaine and said that I had best go and see to her. I saw then to my hair, as did Pearl.
“Oh, she will come to it soon enough,” said Pearl, adding that we were to the Comte's house after dinner and that Elaine would not be permitted any hesitations there. Even so, I could not leave her in isolation and so excused myself, this being done as politely as if we had been upon any normal social occasion. Such niceties ever please me. Pearl was clearly delighted with my comportment.
Elaine I found huddled up on the bed, as I expected to.
“Oh, what have you been at?” she asked crossly. Evidently she had slept, for her hair was all array and her skirt up. I suspected something of that and, before she could rise, threw myself merrily upon her and reached my hand so far up her thighs until I could feel her quim. There was such a stickiness there that I knew well what she had been about.
“You have enjoyed yourself,” said I.
“But not as much as you, I am sure,” she replied pettishly. Blushing deeply, she pushed my hand away, got off the bed and went to her dressing table. Determined to break her mood, I bent over her from behind and, sliding my arms beneath hers, cupped her breasts.
“What naughty thoughts did you have?” I asked, whereat she had the grace to giggle.
“None-and you have not told me what you were doing. I suppose you were conversing again,” she said sarcastically. I turned her face-moving my free hand all about over and beneath her proud titties-and kissed her. She felt my fervour, my affection. Her lips returned the compliment.
“Yes, it may be called that,” I murmured. I had no cause to blush, nor she. “It was nice to have it in your bottom, was it not?” I asked", my lips continuing to brush her own while her neck was turned about to me.
“No,” she said softly, but I knew the word not to be taken at its face value nor indeed any value. I told her then what I had heard the Madame say to Pearl before we were put over the bars. At that, Elaine's hand clutched mine and held it over her left breast.
“Is that really true?” she asked.
“Of course. Why else do you think it was done? Phillippe's prick was divinely formed to open up our furrows so that the larger ones might follow. It tingled me at first, but it was nice. I am sure you felt the same.”
“Oh, then have you…?”she asked, referring of course to my absence and well imagining, I am sure, that her Papa had breached the same route.
“You have not told me whether you liked it or not,” I countered. At that I raised my head and pressed her face to my breasts while feeling for the little velvet buttons of the front of her dress.
“Yes, all right, I did, though not at first. I wished he had kept it in longer. You had the best of it,” Elaine confessed.
Little by little I had freed her breasts as she spoke. My fingers roamed now over their glossy swollen surfaces. Her nipples, quickly risen, stubbed against my fingertips.
A little awkwardly I drew her up, but she following easily, we moved sideways together back cross the room and fell pellmell upon the bed. Her mouth was moist and hungry. Licking at her nipples while she sighed and let her arms loll above her head, I raised her skirt and dwelt my eyes with pleasure upon her mount. The dark hairs were crisp and well-fluffed up. The lips were oily with the excited thoughts she had apparently sustained. Working my tongue into the whorl of her navel, I caused her to giggle and double up her legs. Upon her doing this, and having her bottom half hanging over the edge of the bed, I dropped to my knees and-holding her without resistance, plunged my pointed tongue back and forth in her pussy.