'Do not, Will! How dare you enter when I am unclothed! Desist, Sir!'.
Such a rage of desire had seized him that, while Harriet rocked and struggled to release herself, he had licked slavishly all around her boots and then ascended his lips to the glorious roundness of her knees. But then, seeming to become aware of the enormity of what he was doing, Will had risen and fled, pursued by Harriet's sobs. That selfsame night, when Harriet was otherwise occupied, he had stolen into her room and filched the very pair of drawers that Julia was now dangling before him. In bed he had worn them, envisaging his sister's bottom where his own pressed, though it was not so ample as hers, and rubbing his cock through the cotton where her cunt had nestled.
'Well, Sir?', Julia demanded. 'Take his wrists, Marie!'.
Frozen in his attitude, Will limply let his arms be taken. That Harriet had told them all he did not now doubt, nor that he was to be punished for his secret lusts. Above where he sat, Julia fluffed out the drawers, expanding the waistband, and in a flash drew it down over his head so that Will found himself neatly enveloped in the intimate garment which fully covered his head and face. Breathing excitedly, he inhaled the most intoxicating of scents, for the drawers were naturally still warm from enfolding Harriet's cunt and bottom. Something stirred about his wrists and he jerked. A laugh came to his ears.
'He is well manacled, Ma'am', Marie announced.
'Bring him to his feet and loose his trousers, Marie'.
Mouth open in astonishment in the veiled darkness of the drawers, Will felt deft fingers laying open the front of his trousers and drawing them down until his cock and balls were denuded.
'He's coming up, Ma'am. He likes the smell of them all right!'
'I don't doubt it, Marie. Bring him forward a little and then make him stand still. The crop to his buttocks if he will not!'.
'Yes, Ma'am. He's got a real corker, if you'll forgive the term. It's right up and a-quivering now, as you can see'.
Will's prick indeed was. The rubicund knob glowed, the veins stood all about on it. Wildly did he nuzzle as best he could the divine scents that the cotton drawers contained, even to the faint aroma of urine that met his nostrils.
'Her effluvia pleases you, does it not, Will?', Julia asked. Brushing her maid aside, she cupped his balls firmly, though taking care not to brush her fingers against the rigid stem of his weapon. Like huge plums, they nestled in her palm. With every intake of breath the cotton of the drawers sucked inwards to his mouth, causing him to groan, for he could not dare bring himself to reply. 'You are to lie down, Sir! Sink first onto your knees and then arrange yourself perfectly still on your back, legs together!'.
Guided down by Marie, he lay in a moment as commanded, his quivering tool seeming to be trying to reach to the ceiling, on which, most appropriately, white-plaster Cupids played. Knowing well what was to follow, Marie stepped behind her mistress and drew up the folds of her skirt at the back until the glorious orb of her bottom was revealed in her tight, silk drawers. Then, taking up her stance with her feet splayed on either side of his body, Julia slowly lowered herself until, facing Will's feet, the plump cheeks of her moon impressed their fleshy weight full over his covered face.
'PMFFFF!', Will gasped. Not only were his mouth and nose squashed, but the most ultimate scents of his sister and of Julia's bottom now mingled. Hot already in the enclosure of Harriet's drawers, his face suffused, he fought for breath while Julia languidly settled herself even more firmly and regarded her nails.
'You may return upstairs, Marie. I will bring him up in due course'.
'Yes, Ma'am'.
Save for the extraordinary tableau which now showed itself on the carpet, the drawing room was empty. Julia gloried in this queenly posture, which is indeed known to aficionados as 'queening' a male. Many were the men who had gone under her thus and had adored her for ever after, taking whatever opportunity thereafter came to them to sniff at her skirts. Her rump squirmed a little until she had satisfied herself that Will's nose poked up between her nether cheeks, whose plumpness was splurged over him. Hearing a gurgling croak, Julia lifted herself a little then settled back again. He had tune to suck in breath for a moment through Harriet's drawers. It would be little enough but it would have to suffice until she lifted again. Resting her knees firmly on either side of his body, she patted her coiffure and gazed with pleasure at the fine erection Will was haplessly displaying to her. It was more than possible that it had never been milked save by his own quavering hand.
In the long minute that then passed, an almost suffocated Will grew dizzy. His ears roared, his breast heaved. Heated by his out bursting of breath, the effluvia in both Harriet's drawers, and Julia's grew stronger. His wrists strove at the cuffs, which encircled them. Agitatedly they shook. Regarding the movement with distant amusement, Julia raised her bottom anew, listening to his snuffling as trickles of air once more reached his lungs. To tease him further now could do no other than enflame his desires. Bending forward as his shrouded nose buried itself once more into her cleft, she delicately ringed his throbbing pego with thumb and finger and allowed her mouth to absorb the juicy knob but lightly.
Will's legs trembled visibly as she did so. Julia's mouth was warm and moist and he could not resist drawing up his knees a little to endeavour to engage a farther inch or two of his engine twixt the clasping of her lips. No mouth had ever touched his yearning cock before, nor even a feminine hand, much as he had longed for Harriet to so caress him. To invite her to have done so would have horrified her, for, refulgent as were her curves, she was also prim and had only once let him touch her bottom with his hand. Frustrated beyond endurance, he felt Julia's mouth withdraw at the first pleading jerk of his loins, as also did her derriere from his face.
Then came the rustling of her skirts as once more she stood over him, having turned about so that her feet placed themselves on either side of his hips.
'Oh!', groaned Will from beneath his hood while Julia silently contemplated him. It would have amused her to queen him for a full half-hour as many of her male subjects cravenly sought her to do. But it was a full week since she had taken a prick in her cunt, and Will's would suffice her well. In a trice, Julia knelt facing his head and wreathed her drawers down to her ankles. His cock was so stiff and well poised that she had no need to position it. Instead, she reached under herself and with both hands parted the richly gleaming lips of her slit. She manoeuvred gently onto him until, with an ardent, muffled gasp, Will felt the crest of his charger absorbed between her cuntlips.
Leaning forward over him, Julia pressed her hands down on either side of the drawers so that they were tightly stretched over his face, outlining his not unhandsome features. Now more than ever he would experience the headiness of so being covered, and would veritably swim in the nostalgic scents in Harriet's drawers while he was being ridden. Controlling her every movement, Julia sank her hips down little by little, the clinging, spongy walls of her vagina parting like reluctant waves to receive the horny shaft.
In the sweet agony of that delirious moment, Will curled his toes in delight but no longer dared to move his legs lest she unhorse him. Much as Julia had suspected, this was the first time his cock had entered a woman's dell. Feeling his swollen knob nuzzle up within, Will all but swooned with pleasure while the tip of his tongue licked avidly against the crotch of Harriet's drawers. Pulsing mightily, his prick was at last fully received, and with a sigh of pleasure Julia rested her bottom on his thighs. The St George was one of her favoured positions, though in her lewder moments she preferred being plugged from the rear. Divine tremors coursed through her form while she sustained the throbbing and ticking of Will's pego within her honey pot. In unspoken concert with Astrid, Julia's first thoughts were that Will should be brought to mount his sister, for she ever held in suspicion those females who wished their male kin trained and knew best whose bellies it should be upon. The suction of her cunt being strong, every quiver of Will's body conveyed itself to her as she rose and fell with the majestic action of a mistress who means to extol the juice from her lover's loins in the most imperious way.