“That was my problem. Where to put her, Thomas? Neither Jane nor Ethel have a double bed, though you may think it wise in future that they should. I have, of course, the spare room-but if you wish me to leave…”
“At this hour? Heavens, no, my dear. I could sleep on the couch, of course.”
“You certainly will not! In your own house? She is so fast asleep, my dear, that she will not awaken till the morn and will not know you have been there. Come, look at her, she looks so sweet.”
“I-ah-well, yes, but I think it best… ”
“Quiet, Thomas! Do not wake her, pray,” said Caroline, and then began to lead him up the stairs, upon which signal Jane and Ethel made appearance on the landing, garbed as lightly as was she.
“She sleeps so deeply that one will never wake her till tomorrow,” Jane said simply.
“Yes, my pet, but…”
“Well-goodnight, Papa.” A kiss on tiptoes and he felt her bosom, thighs and belly warm against his. Then Ethel's came in turn, though not so close, and swiftly then they turned into their rooms, their bottoms globing boldly under their thin coverings, the which he could not fail to see.
'The twin visions ripened up his cock a little-warmth of bodies, and the stillness of the night,” said Caroline. Still demurring as he was, she led him in where Mabel lay, her lips half parted, nipples peeping over the sheet's edge.
“I say!” breathed Thomas, and he all but backed away.
“Like mother, like daughter-how divinely formed she is! Pray that you have a pleasant night,” said Caroline and drifted back towards the door, holding the handle as she did.
“But, look here, I cannot…!” he began, though not unnaturally was loathe to take his eyes off of the vision that his bed contained.
Caroline put her finger to her lips. “Rise, early, Tom before she is awake. Be gone, and she will never know that you were here. Besides, such close acquaintance will become you both if you are to marry Esmeralda, will it not? You may be sure that, even if she knew, she would say nothing of the matter. I would see to that-and so would Jane and Ethel. They have your very closest interests at heart, my dear. Were there to be a complaint from Mabel-which of course there will not be-then we would all aver that she slept in my bed.”
“B… but, look Caroline… if she awakes and finds me in her bed-or rather, mine…”
“Is there a female in this house, my dear, who in dark would turn away from you? Not I nor anyone I know. The treasures that surround you are abundant, Thomas. Do not let them go to waste. Goodnight!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
What lustrous thoughts engaged me when I heard all this! My ideas ran riot, I confess.
“Did you surprise him in the act?” I asked.
“With Jane and Ethel? Goodness-no! Did you expect an orgy with such well-brought-up young ladies? Shame on you! We-er-we did listen, I confess. At first the silence was prolonged. We crept along the corridor with no harm of being heard. There came a gasp within-murmurs were heard. The girls held hands and started as the floor creaked, but I motioned them to be still. Then whispered flutterings were heard.
“What… doing here…? Sleepy… Cuddle me. I don't mind if you do. No, no of course I wouldn't tell Mama. Oooh, that feels nice. How big it is! Mmm, yes, I thought it would be big. I feel so warm so nice and warm. Do you? Wh… what?”
A sound of kissing then.-“Oooh-hoo, it's naughty! Yes, all right.” All this from Mabel. The voice of Thomas was more slurred. “Turn over-turn your back to me,” he said.
“What doing… what? It won't go in that way-it won't!”
“Just press… press bottom back. How swollen are your titties, dear.”
“Mmmm… hmmm! You can't! It won't go in!”
“Patience, my pet, and let your bottomhole relax. There, there… you see? A little more…”
“B… b… b… but… It's g… g…going in! Oh! Feels so funny! Oh! Not quite so much!”
“Have patience and you'll soon absorb it all. Don't wriggle quite so much. There… half of it is up you now; my pet. What thighs and tits you have-what lustrous bottom cheeks! Yes, wriggle now-you may a little now. 'Twill help it ease up your bottom more…!!!.
“N… naughty man! I didn't mean to let you do it yet… Mama said…!”
“What did she say? What said? Give me your tongue, you little witch. Press back now more. I'm almost… right… up in your bottom now.”
“There… there…” Tongue-lickings. Kisses sweet. Caroline, who stood behind the girls essayed to touch Jane's derriere and felt it stir. Her other hand encompassed Ethel's underneath the pert, tight cheeks.
“What's doing-what?” asked Ethel blurrily, and never having heard of cock to bottom put.
“I know,” Jane said unsteadily. She turned her neck. Her lips met Caroline's, long-lingered as her polished bottom moved on my wife's palm. Then Ethel, copying, allowed toll to be taken of her own mouth, too. And so they stood, a triumvirate of warm desire, and listened to the moans and gasps within-lewd words that sounded in the tolling of the night until the last frenetic cries, and Thomas came, a-pumping up his semen into Mabel's derriere.
The girls, half-swooning then, were led away.
“What was he doing?” Ethel asked again when all three crept into her room.
“You know, so don't pretend,” said Jane. She lay back, head upon a pillow, squashing Ethel to the wall. Her nipples peaked out through her nightdress. Caroline caressed them lightly, all three lying tightly on the bed.
“Her mother said… I wonder what she said,” said Ethel. Her face rested to her sister's neck, their knees and thighs uncovered slowly by the hands of Caroline.
“Whatever it was-and I can guess-she will rue it now.”
“The two of them would soon have been abed with him-lured him into their clutches. Now, darlings, don't be timid-draw your nighties up. Let me attend to you, you dear, sweet things. You two will be more tight than she if you are not teased up a little first,” said Caroline.
“Don't Caroline-it's wicked. Do not say such things,” said Jane. Her words were slurred, though. As her bush was slowly shown, her mouth met Caroline's, who with her free-hand stroked her face and with the other felt her cunnylips. “Delicious, darling. What rolled lips you have! Cock-hungry are you not, by now? You, dear, will have to be the first; you know you will. Open your legs now; learn to show it more.”
“You two! Don't be. so naughty!” Ethel said. Her tongue peeped out and touched her sister's neck as Caroline then bared her quim in turn. The three began to pant. Their fingers searched…
“Go on!” I said to Caroline who told the story far too slowly for my taste.
“What is to tell? I had them with their legs wide open, dearest-tongued them to distraction, and Ethel with one leg over her sister's. It was very sweet. I had them panting till they came, salting my tongue in turn. They came abundantly. I tell you, dearest, when they take the cock…”
“They have not yet?”
“Tush, tush-what do you take them for? They are not wantons; they need schooling still. As to the morning, though-that was the trick of it.”
Indeed it was. Oh, would I had been there-hidden behind the arras or concealed in some dark, friendly alcove. Thomas was up and gone somewhere when all the females rose, yawning and stretching, paddling hands in water, clothed in misty cobwebs of the night.
Mabel, surprised, was found abed, and would have lounged there still had Caroline not surged into her room and got her up, bustling around just as a mother might.
“I slept alone,” said Mabel as she dressed.
“And used two pillows-yes, I see,” said Caroline, then left her to prepare for breakfast which she took alone, the others having eaten, moving silently around.
Bemused, and wondering at the absence of her gallant rider of the night who almost certainly had doused her nest as well, Mabel hastened her repast and took herself to Jane and Ethel in the morning room.