I lay down on my bed. The ceiling darkened and lowered until it enfolded me.
I ran through caverns and saw magic lights.
SIXTEEN
Aunt Maude wakened me in my early morning warmth. She brought me tea. I sat up and drank from a translucent cup.
"You were bad yesterday-do you know you were bad?" she asked. She fondled my hair while 1 drank. I did not know what to answer. Often in those days I did not know.
My aunt drew down the sheet and tutted. "Your stockings are laddered." she said. I had not bothered to take them off. She rose and took new ones from a drawer. The sheet was laid down to the end of the bed. Caressing my legs she drew off my stockings and replaced them. The new, black ones were of openwork style that came to the very tops of my thighs. "It is better so," she said and waited until I had finished the tea. "You will be a good girl now, Beatrice, will you?"
I said yes with my eyes. My eyes were soft with the morning. My aunt removed my nightdress and attended to my face with powder and rouge.
"Maria was bad-do you remember?" she asked.
I said yes. My voice was soft with the morning. It was yesterday or the day before. I had forgotten the day.
"Amanda improves a little. Arabella is properly settled now of course," Aunt Maude continued. She glossed my long hair with a brush. Its bristles tickled my back. "They are not as you are, Beatrice. Turn over now-your bottom up, well up."
I obeyed. I drew my knees up. I was to be punished for my wickedness in the water closet and the study. My wrists were strapped to the sides of the beds where the iron supports ran beneath the mattress. Then my ankles.
"Dip your back properly-present yourself, Beatrice!" Her tone was sharp. When I did, she moved back behind me. I laid my cheek on the pillow and waited. "Such a perfect bottom-you surpass us all," she breathed.
The whip was in her hand, taken from beneath my -pillow. The thongs flicked out, making me arch and rear like a filly. I turned my face inwards and bit into my pillow. The tips stung and searched me-messengers of seeking. They sought my crevices. Their small mouths nipped and made me writhe. Heat expanded. Tendrils of fire-hot in their seeking. The hissing hissed to my bold cheeks, my pumpkin, skirting my offered fig, my honeypot. Much as 1 squirmed and gasped the sensation had its bitter sweetness. The straps held me.
A sound beyond. The whip fell. My face rustled in its hiding in the pillow. My uncle entered. I knew his steps, the heavy footsteps falling. I struggled at my straps. My hips weaved. My eyes closed, opened, closed. The bed sagged between my legs-my legs splayed wide. "No, Uncle, No!"
"Be quiet, Beatrice!" Her hand stroked my hair. "Slap her hard, Thomas, if she wriggles. She must learn!"
I gargled, gurgled, squealed. Thong-kissed, my cheeks were parted. The knob of his wicked nosed against my O, the puckered rim. Hands clasped my hips and stilled their wayward motions. The rim yielded. I received an inch of throbbing shaft. I endeavoured to tighten. Too late. The piston pistoned. Half his cock was sheathed.
"How tight she grips!" he groaned. Subtle and smooth he urged it more within. "What a bottom of glory-hot hot, how clinging! Your tongue, Maude!"
I heard their lips, the licking. Her hand slipped beneath my belly, fondled the lips of my quim and parted them, seeking my clit. I bucked. The movement allowed my uncle's prick to bury itself farther. Their lips sucked apart. I moaned in my writhings, in his steely grip.
"Aaaaah!" I gasped, my breath expelled. Without warning he had lodged it full within. The long thick prick throbbed deep within my bottom. Leaning over me, his palms cupped my swaying breasts.
My aunt moved back, forcing her way beneath me where I knelt. My head swam. My moistening anus held its velvet grip. Half-emerging, his tool sheathed itself to the full again, emerged, and then repeated the gesture. Sparks sprinkled in my belly. My hot cheeks churned against his form.
Aunt Maude drew my mouth down upon her own.
"Move your bottom, Beatrice-move it on his cock."
I blubbered in her mouth. Her tongue lapped my seepings. Moving more easily now his stiff penis commenced its majestic indriving. I jolted with his jolts. A sharp tingling sweetness in my slit increased.
"Move your bottom-you are on the rocking horse -pretend."
Coarse in her excitement, my aunt clasped my cheeks. Our mouths were sucking sponges together. I lapped as greedily as she. I moved my hips. An insensate lust seized me to feel his spurting. Lewdly I churned my bottom, drawing hoarse cries of delight from my uncle whose cock pistoned me ever faster. His hands caressed my stockinged thighs. They joined with my aunt's in fondling my breasts.
"Yes!"
In my aunt's mouth I moaned my lostness.
"Make him come in your bottom, Beatrice."
"Yes!"
"Do you not know your power, my love? Ram his belly empty his balls!"
The words… were they the words… the power? I moved, I choked, my senses swirled. My tongue in my aunt's mouth, I drew the cheeks of my bottom forward until I could almost feel the knob at my rim.
"Hold now!" Aunt Maude instructed. She had slid from beneath me and joined her husband. I squeezed upon the knob which like a plum was lodged just within. "Be still, Thomas!" 1 heard, "Beatrice, you will move at your wish now."
Head hung, my lips pursed tight beyond her seeing. A final test of my total obedience? The leaves of old albums turned their pages slowly in my mind. My teeth chattered briefly. The lure was now exquisite. Unmoving as my uncle was in his stillness, I urged back. A certain oiliness between us had eased the passage. My bottom expanded comfortably but tightly round his tool. I heard his breathing come more coarsely as inch by inch I absorbed it to the full.
"No movement, Thomas," my aunt breathed. A small husky sob escaped me. I began to jerk my bottom in little frenetic stabs. Each one allowed me to feel the full length of his pestle. The rubbery rim of my anus mouthed it more tightly. I could accomodate my pressure, as it seemed.
"At your own pace, Beatrice. Are you coming?"
I could scarce breathe for the excitement of sensations. The feeling was unique. The heat in my bottom added to the wicked, itchy-burning of my submission. The pressure of my cheeks to his belly in the slow backward strokes had an intimacy all its own.
I had come twice in far-faint thrilling spillings. Lifting my head slightly, I rotated my bottom with his cock half lodged within me. His croaks were my reward. The urgent throbbings of his tool redoubled.
"You wish him to come, Beatrice?"
1 did not understand. Why was I asked? Who then was master here? His hands no longer held my hips. Each movement was of my own volition.
"Y.. y… yes," I stammered. My voice was a small girl voice. Sunlight in the attic, hazed with dust. The stone cooler where the wine had waited in our aftermaths. The wrigglings of my bottom as I descended the ladder, my mouth clouded with summer.
I heard a gasp from my uncle. His statuesque pose astonishedthe root of his manhood unmoving as I urged upon its lusts. A deep quivering seized him in the next soft smacking of my bottom to his belly. The mouth of my O gripped him as in a velvet vice. As of an instinct I held my plump cheeks now tight into him and squirmed. His groans resounded. Ah! the jetting, the deep liquid in-spurts-each long thick pulsing of come known, felt, absorbed in spongelike warmth. 1 sniffled, tightened, hissed my breath. The globs shot out again, insucked. My anus flowed with riches, trickling out.
Swimming in sensations, I collapsed. The slug of flesh plopped out wet nose upon my thighs. My bonds were loosed. A shuffling from behind and he was gone, seed spent, the sac of his balls lighter.
Drowsy in my sweet fulfilments I was turned. I lay upon my back. Her mouth touched mine. Fingers felt my wetness both at my mound and my bottom.
"It is good," Aunt Maude murmured. My body fluttered and trembled still. My thighs lay open, wanton. Our tongues touched. My lips were petals to her stamenseeking. My aunt turned the pages in my mind and read from them silently, slowly.