“Stop it!” I groaned.
“Push your trousers down, silly, and get between my legs.” Liquid her tongue to mine, the tickling of her curls against my knob. I felt her bottom shift to draw me in, then cupped her warm round bottom hungrily. Breathing jerkily I sheathed my prick up slowly in her clinging nest then pressed my cheek to hers and so we lay. Slowly she raised her silkclad legs and wound them closely round my waist.
“I don't want to see you doing it with anyone else.”
“Shush, sillikins. You'll do the same yourself, you know you wilclass="underline" -watching my bottom wriggle while you do it with another girl. And what of Caroline? You love her more than me-I'm glad you do. I do not mind, so why should you. Mmm… move it a little bit. I like it done like that.”
“I know you do. How were you trained?”
“I told you-just a little bit. Girls have to be. It's better for them-then they get to like it more. I want to train a girl myself one day, and so does Caroline. With you, of course. Don't come too soon. Move it right in and out now, Harry, do.”
“Caroline said that you were cropped.”
“Did she?” Her voice was thick. Her bottom stirred more eagerly, feeling the deeper movements of my cock.
“When you went riding were you cropped? You were-I know you were-now tell me true.”
“Harry, come on, don't talk so much. Just do it to me now. Oh, make me come!”
“He cropped your bottom, did he not, with Bertha there, to make you do it. No wonder you came back so flushed and bright always.”
“Bertha was always naughtier than me-you know she was. Oh, darling, yes, I'm coming! whoooo! Mmmm… Harry… come in me, I want you to.”
“He did it up your bottom, Adelaide, I know he did, I… pmfff!..” My sperm exploded suddenly, gush upon gush, a-rushing out, her tongue a twirling in my mouth, our buttocks heaving madly midst the flood until I sobbed my last and felt her hand upon my hair, soothing as one soothes a sobbing child. “You did not answer-did not answer!” came my cry.
“Shush! There, there, there.” Her legs slid slowly down, heels thumping on the floor and wide apart, her belly smooth and silky under mine until my prick became a wrinkled slug and slipped without, donating its last sperm-drops on her cunny-lips.
No victor then, nor vanquished, I accepted from that moment on the new alignment of our amourous companionship.
“He is better now,” I heard my sister say to Caroline when she descended. As though I had been ill, I thought. -“Harry, come down and break a bottle with us,” Caroline called cheerily and, when I appeared, she ran to me and kissed me and said most earnestly, “No one will break our web of love. Is that not true?”
“Of course it is-he knows it is,” laughed Adelaide as if to say our minds were one. I could not without churlishness say otherwise, and did not from that moment on. They were my angels-I their chosen knight, if not their guardian to whom they sometimes looked for affirmation of their own desires.
“Had you been different, Harry, all else would be different. We could not share these pleasures with a stranger,” Caroline said to me that evening. We grew closer in a subtle way, she and I, from that day on. I believe that for the first time she felt a tinge of jealousy that it was Adelaide who had sealed the gap with me. I understood- though neither of us spoke of it-and made amends for it that night by fucking her soundly twice while Adelaide went to her room and slept alone.
I was less and less seen at home, and by degrees my mother accepted the situation, utterly unconventional as it was for three young people to share a house. Caroline charmed her more than I could do, and I believe that was the key to it. Often enough the three of us would sleep together, not always engaging our bodies completely, but merely kissing and toying with one another in what Caroline said was a very civilised manner. Many sweet and lewd things were said at such times in the cosy darkness with the curtains closed. I brought them both to suck my cock sometimes, the one attending to me with her lips while the other donated me her mouth and titties.
“We three do it for love and because it makes us feel naughty,” Caroline said the day after our encounter with Gertrude. “Whereas,” she continued, “Gertrude is different. She is a very lustful woman. Why, when we left you alone for a while and went upstairs with her, she told us she has often taken two men at once-which is to say one in her cunny and one up her bottom. One can hardly imagine such a thing, and yet she said it has made her all but swoon with pleasure.”
“I think many girls wonder about that,” Adelaide smiled. She bit her lip and offered me a doubtful smile, wondering no doubt whether I would grow angry at her remark.
“When we train a girl, we shall make her do that,” Caroline said, as if to say that they did not mean to do it themselves. We thought ourselves unique in so talking, and often said so between ourselves.
It was Gertrude who disabused us of this idea upon our next encounter which was a more private one than we had anticipated, for in two days she had sent an invitation for us to lunch with her. I wondered who else might be there and had ridiculous visions of my sister and Caroline being undressed after the dessert and brought to perform with strangers. Gertrude, however, met us alone. She looked exceedingly charming in a pink silk dress, had rouged her lips and cheeks exceedingly and wore kohl around her eyes which gave a mysterious and almost Egyptian look.
“I shall not kiss any of you, for I have others to kiss,” she said, thus casting a mystery upon the visit.
“You expect others then?” Caroline asked with that coolness I admired in her.
“Indeed, though not as grown up as you. They will attend after lunch. It will be rather like schooltime, will it not? They are quite attractive,” Gertrude replied, for she was intent on having her secret for the while and so we did not pursue it.
Lunch was served by two charming maids whose ages I thought to be about seventeen or so. Their attire was not of the dowdy black that maidservants mostly wear, but had a shiny, crisp new look, as did their stockings, and their shoes which had silver buckles. Their white laced caps were set at a perky angle and their hair looked newly washed.
“How nicely you dress them, Gertrude,” Adelaide remarked. The question mark in her voice was nicely placed. In such small things I realised how much she had imbibed from Caroline who was always the slightly surer of the two.
“It is to a purpose, dear. They are in training both as servants and handmaidens. I like to keep my guests amused, you know. Their bottoms are smartened up each morning by a paddle or a tawse. It improves their carriage and puts a pretty flush into their cheeks. They are sisters, of course. You may have noticed the resemblance. It makes for greater closeness than to bring two strangers together who may not take to each other's ways.”
Caroline and Adelaide glanced at each other at this intelligence. One could almost hear their thoughts communicating. Gertrude observed this and laughed.
“You do not know what to ask first, I know,” she said. “They are docile but not subdued. When asked to attend upon one of my guests, whether male or female, they will go to the room of this or that one and will present themselves for pleasure. In the final event, however, I give them a choice. Which is to say that if they express distaste for a certain gentleman or lady, then I am obliged to make excuse for them. It rarely happens, of course. Indeed it has only happened once and is unlikely to again.”