'Patricia and Jemima are to have new wardrobes, Papa. I will see as to the mode of them. Accounts will be opened at the new emporium in the town. You will see to this on the morrow, Papa, so that their desires are no longer frustrated', Astrid ordained while delicately spooning her Vichyssoise.
'Why, of course, my dear, precisely what I intended to do', mumbled her father, who knew not where to look nor how to place himself. That Astrid looked at her most beautiful he had no doubt. An amused smile played upon her lips as she surveyed him.
'Had you intended to do it, Papa, then I would have expected it to be discussed with me first', Astrid replied crisply. 'Patricia, you have to attend my room tonight. Do not forget!'.
'Why, no, Astrid', Patricia replied timidly, though she would rather have had such a command given her beyond the hearing of her sister and father. There was naught to do but obey, however. That a new era had come like a thunderclap upon them, none of the three seated beneath Astrid's gaze was in any doubt. Nor perhaps was John, who became ever more aware of the colder glances that his new mistress was casting upon him while he assisted Crissie in the serving. His heated mind had played much upon what he would do with this lissom girl, whom he was convinced had fallen at last to his manly charms. Now, however, a cold wind of doubt swept through him, for it seemed to him that her mood had changed to one of menace rather than seductiveness. Neither was this feeling dispersed when final quiet descended upon the house. Forty strokes in and forty out, she had said. That were a lot to ask of a man in prime condition who found his cock lodged in an inviting new cunt. It was the strangest order he had ever been given.
Close upon midnight, he made his final rounds and doused the lamps. The night was warm enough and yet he shivered strangely as with sweating palm he turned the door handle to Astrid's boudoir. There was illumination within when he had expected darkness. Trembling not a little with expectancy, he urged the door open with some timidity. She would be abed, half-naked, and waiting. Of that he had no doubt, yet what would her manner be? Was all to be trusted? She was in a rare, funny mood since her return.
Astrid was not abed. Whip in hand, she confronted him, legs astride. They were legs of such beauty as John had never thought to see. Sheathed in black stockings and boots, they displayed themselves to his awed gaze almost to the juncture of her thighs. Her mount was veiled, however, by the lacy hem of a dark-blue chemise. Apart from this, Astrid wore nothing.
'Come! Close the door, you dolt!', she hissed.
John saw then the bed. Upon it knelt Patricia, though he knew it not to be she for her head and shoulders were shrouded in the sheet which had been cast over them. Unable to move, and naked to her stockings as she was, Patricia was doubled up by the ropes and straps that secured her. A gag muffled the cries she had first uttered but which had long diminished into plaintive whimpers. Across the pale uprisen orb of her naked bottom showed the pink streaks of the thongs.
'M… M… Miss?', choked John, though at the first sight of Astrid's glorious legs and of Patricia's inviting globe his cock had thickened with remarkable speed.
'To the end of the bed! Lower your breeches, man, and put your hands behind your back. Will you hesitate? I shall call Papa if you do and have it that you assaulted me! You know not who this is, nor at present do you need to know. Come, display your prick and balls-she is in need of furrowing!'
Much as he had listened solemnly to Astrid's commands earlier, John had taken them but for the strange whims of a young women in heat, and he had been minded to mount her as fiercely as he liked and to bring her under the spell of his. Now most certainly he knew otherwise, for, even as Astrid spoke, the thongs licked down and forward around his calves, bringing a yelp from him and a hastening of his steps to obey.
Daring not to fall sideways upon her hip as instinct told her to do, Patricia waited and heard the muffled sounds of John's preparations. His balls were huge, as Astrid noted with pleasure, being matched by the broomstick of his prick, which she did not deign to touch, taking a greater pleasure in binding his wrists tightly behind his back.
'Now we shall see, John, the value of your services to such ladies as I shall call for you', declared Astrid, motioning him to clamber as best he could upon the end of the bed so that the rubicund knob of his stiff penis waggled menacingly close to Patricia's offered cleft.
Affecting disdain at the gesture it was then necessary for her to make, Astrid pressed down upon the springy prong of his tool so that it was better positioned to assail the moist slit of Patricia's cunt. That her dear sister would take pleasure from her first act of fucking was all that Astrid then desired.
A groan of pleasure was emitted from John's lips at the fleeting touch of her fingers, a groan that brought a twitching of displeasure to Astrid's features. She knew well enough that he could see almost the whole of the pale globes of her tits as she bent down.
'You will be quiet!', she hissed. 'Urge yourself in now and hold!'
A thin, gritting whine came from beneath the sheet then as the bulbous head of that bull-like cock effected its first entry between Patricia's lovelips. Pouting and moist as they were from the light whipping that Astrid had given her, they received the warm pear tremulously. Eyes bulging, and wishing desperately that he could but get his hands on either of their tits or bottoms, John urged his ramrod in slowly, every effort of his sturdy loins being closely observed by Astrid.
Patricia's hips waggled wildly. As big as the Major's prick had felt in her tight bottom, so John's felt in her cunny as it eased the spongy walls of her vagina apart, striving to lodge itself fully. Literally snorting, he effected his lewd entry inch by inch to the watching satisfaction of Astrid, who herself had quelled her sister's wrigglings by holding her waist so that Patricia had no chance whatever of resisting. Gasping through her gag, she felt at last the pestle enter until John's big balls hung and dangled at her bottom.
'Remain so!', commanded Astrid, who dearly wished she could cast off the sheet and see Patricia's face in this moment.
'Oh, Miss, she's tight-lovely and tight and warm!', croaked John, who in the intensity of his pleasure quite forget the vow of silence he had undertaken. He was quickly reminded of it. Quick as lightning, Astrid had straightened and taken up post to his rear, a move she celebrated by bringing the full force of the whip hissing scornfully across his manly buttocks.
'You will learn, my fellow!', she breathed, to an accompanying cry from John, whose prick jerked and throbbed in the tight clutch of Patricia's nest. 'You will learn to obey, John, implicitly and without ado! It is not your salacious nature that is being satisfied but the will of a woman-nay, two-for the one who is receiving your cock is but receiving her natural due. Fuck her now slowly while I count the strokes, and heaven help you if you come too soon!'
Upon that meritorious exercise, however, we will draw a veil. Suffice to say that Patricia was so well pumped that the sperm of her donor literally frothed all down her thighs and left the curls of her nest glistening. As her nature had by now become ardent, she assisted not a little by all sorts of devious squirmings, drawing from the last pearly drop in a manner that well pleased Astrid. John was afterwards minded, by the ever-firm display of his prick, to offer yet more. But that did not attract Astrid, who, having loosened his wrist bonds, hustled him out with his breeches still at his ankles. He made a far more comic display than he had wished, and found it needful to frig himself twice in bed that night to rid himself of the surplus that the event had aroused.