I assented softly. There was safety here. I felt love lambent in her lips and knew it to be so. Upon my whispering yes, she moved to one side of me and placed her fingertips beneath my chin, exhorting me to bend my body forward and thus thrust out my bottom all the more.
But she had asked, not forced me to the trick. I did so-felt a mischief in the stance, my legs apart, eyes facing forward at the wall, her hand quite firm but comforting that held my head up.
Tenderly, with her free hand, she tickled up my nipples one by one and then softly exhorted the boy to lick whatever he could find. I quivered as I felt his tongue. It roamed the bulbing surfaces at first, sauntered into the cleft, retreated, licked around again, and then returned to toil and tingle round my orifice. It swirled, it dipped. He had been taught- as I later realised-the feuille de rose wherein the tongue is pointed, curled each side upon itself, and so brought to intrude within. When a young girl is teased thus- one who had not then taken cock, but is to be persuaded to-a stout bar is held across her thighs to prevent her jerking forward. Three women attend her: one holds up her chin (standing in front of her) while the others hold the bar or-equally-may hold her arms stretched out on either side. The male attends her bottom then with tongue, or it may be another girl who will as equally enjoy her little moans and cries.
'He has his tongue in, hasn't he?', Elizabeth asked.
'Mmmm… MMMMMM!', was all that I could say. The warm tickling, the invasion, was delicious, sending further, gentle tongues of flame throughout my belly. I sniffled, snuffled, rolled my eyes. Elizabeth laughed agreeably. Taking her hand from under my stiff-nippled breasts, she evidently grasped the boy's head at the back and forced his face more into me, making me breathe more deeply and causing him to splutter so that I felt the spatterings of his saliva everywhere.
'Are you ready to receive him, Emily? Move back- lie down upon your hip!', she uttered to him sharply. As he did, she gently urged me on my back upon the bed, wet bottom facing into him, then slumped beside me in her turn, sharp nipples to my own and face to face. 'Just kiss. He loves to hear the sound', she said.
Wet-lapping were our tongues together while the youth's prick ticked its urgency against my bottom cheeks. He did not stir, though, did not stir. 'Clasp me tightly, Emily, for I am going to hold you by the waist', she murmured and, with that, did so and cupped my springy bottom cheeks and held them wide apart to him. 'GOOO!', I choked next, for then his knob slipped in, push-probing through the rimhole of my rose and seeking tightly upwards in its path. The veins on his slim penis throbbed. I gripped him of a mischief, with four inches in, and then let him proceed as inch by inch he urged his syringe up between my cheeks. 'Nice? Is it nice? Say it is nice?', came Elizabeth's cooing voice against my lips. 'Nnnnng!', I gritted for, with that, he pistoned it full in. I felt her hand beneath my cunny tickling both his balls. His tummy slapped against my bottom hard. 'L… let me kiss you!', came a whine, he panting warm breath on my shoulder then. I thought him to mean me, and in the swimming pleasure turned my face, but Elizabeth's brushed past my cheek to push her lips to his and I between them tightly sandwiched. -'Mer-mer-mer-mer!', he moaned. I heard the sibilance of meeting tongues and worked my bottom to his gliding thrusts, my tube so close-clenched around his prick. 'Bugger her, darling-do it to her nicely, though. You little devil, if I let you… OOOH!'
Desire had overcome her and she sprinkled on my amourous hand, her bush crushed down upon my palm. I felt her ecstasy and then was coming on myself, dizzy with white light-the most exquisite of sensations as that youthful syringe pulsed and pumped the more, the three of us a-panting and the sounds of tongues and lips. 'Mama!, I'm coming!', the youth moaned. His cork swelled for a moment up between my springy cheeks and half drew out. Then, pistoning full in again, he loosed his fine and bubbly jets, a-gasping as he was into her mouth, my breasts full bulged to hers, our nipples thorns.
'HAAAR! Do it to her, darling-yes-right up!' My feet kissed hers, knees bumped, and I received his final jets within my sucking orifice, he moaning much as if he were in pain, but really in that hot, volcanic pleasure that comes when all the juices flow and flesh is stung with sweetness of release. A-bubble-bubble came his weaker spurts, then he was done. The fleshy slug ticked in me still and then withdrew with a faint 'Plop!' 'Oh god, that was delicious!', came my sigh. I felt the boy roll from me, weakly stir. 'There! Was it not? The advantages of youth, my pet. He will get his corker up in half an hour, or less, if he's encouraged', said Elizabeth. We rolled upon our bottoms-all lay hips to hips. I moved my right hand idly and touched the boy's moist prick and felt his balls. Then of a sudden I recalled his cry and rolled upon Elizabeth and held her down, her belly quivering underneath my own. 'He is your son!', I said.
'Oh no, he's not! He loves to call me Mama since I nourish his desires so well'. 'He looks like you a little-yes, he does!' I swung my head sideways and kissed the boy. His lips were like a girl's and trembled underneath my own. 'Oh, really, Emily! Imagine if he were. You think I would permit such naughtiness?' 'I do indeed, you witch!', I laughed. My nose rubbed to her own again, my eyes explored her deep blue ones and so much mischief glimmering in their depths.- 'Oh tell me-honestly'. I knew I could not ask the youth who had half turned in shyness.-'You said he had a beautiful Mama', I wheedled, urging my quim-hairs deep into her own. 'I did? Would I make such?', she teased, and I not knowing whether to believe or not.
'He does it to you, though?' 'Sometimes, of course, I let him, yes. I make him do it to me standing up, my back against the wall, knees bent. How lewd it feels! I swear I will coax her into letting him, someday'. 'Suck his penis now, Elizabeth. I want to see'. 'Oh!' Even as she gasped, however, so she rolled from under me, curled up-I kneeling, looking down at them. The boy stirred at her touch, stared up at me, eyes open wide, and uttered a pathetic little whine as her velvet lips enclosed his sticky knob.
CHAPTER 15
I did not stay, although she coaxed me to. Her husband would return. I did not wish to meet him then, nor ever perhaps again. The youth had fucked her while I watched-a wriggling fish upon her belly as he worked and cried his little cries of joy, prick moving back and forth within her quim, clawing at her plump bottom as he did. Not long after we had dressed, repaired ourselves, a carriage came. A lady sat within. I saw her face but mistily. The boy ran out and clambered in, she giving an imperious wave and then was gone. 'She does not mind? How curious', said I. 'The minds of those we do not know are even more curious than ours, my dear. She regards me as his wet-nurse, I believe', she laughed, then asked me much about myself, though cautiously and with discretion that I valued. Thus I took to her the more. Several adventures of her own she told me. All were lewd, and yet not spoken with crude tongue. I told her how Papa had found me with my drawers down, and she laughed. 'He is to be complimented much upon his taste. You are less bold than Myrtle or the other one', she said, for I had given Jane's name so. 'He was almost bold with me. Not quite. I wondered at it, at the time'. I ventured, and she read the question in my eyes.
'Almost is tenderness. Remember that. And should you ever come to it again…