“Jooo-oooh-oooh-lee-AAAAH!”
Never had I heard my stepmama’s name so expended as with one long groan Papa commenced his toil. Indeed I felt a trifle sorry for him that naughty Sarah had kept him so long about it-though I was to learn better in such matters later on.
“MA-MA!” from Sarah, for the slap-smacking of her bottom to his belly was fiercer than before. The gasping of their breaths sounded and the bedsprings sang. That she was truly being plugged I rejoiced in and felt as though I were receiving every stroke myself, so juicy were the sounds. “LA-HAAAR!” she sobbed then and to a deep groan from Papa I knew his come was spilled, or jetting up her deeply as it must, for though I describe her cries as sobs they were other than of despair but of a pleasure she could not conceal and I imagined her round silky bottom ground full into him as the delicious pellets of sperm anointed her, for then came a shuddering sigh from both and a moment of trembling silence.
“Withdraw, William! You have done your duty. To your room, sir!”
No sooner did she speak than was obeyed. I heard the shuffling of his feet and he was gone, his bedroom being that adjoining hers and in the direction opposite to my own so that I had no need to hurriedly close my door.
“Well, Sarah?” I then heard and then the distinct sound of a kiss. “Was it nice? You may answer truthfully, for he is gone. Were you not well served? Have no secrets from me now.”
“I don’t… Yes.”
The confession being wrung from her, another kiss sounded.
“You have been well-reamed, Sarah. You are become a woman now, even as Clara. I wish you not to have shyness in such matters but to put yourself up boldly, though rather at your own wish than mine. A male slave may caress you, if you so command, but otherwise will merely be of service to you or-as we say-will service you. The longer you keep them about it, my love, the greater your own pleasure will be. Do you not feel nicer there, despite your howls?”
“Yes… but I should not. Oh, to think it was Papa!”
“Why, you silly, at the very mention of your bottom and your titties, his stalk has risen ere this. I have kepi him long and in great suspense for this moment. Were you to go naked now to his room, what do you think would happen?”
“Oh, I don’t know-I must not think of it.”
“Indeed you must, and most precisely. He would obey your every command-not fall upon you, cock stiffening, as you foolishly imagine. Ask him to merely kiss your bottom and he will. Anxious as a dog awaiting an offered biscuit, he would kneel to you.”
“He would not do it to me again if you were not here?”
“Oh, how you miss the point, indeed! No, he would not, nor dare to. Put a halter around his neck and lead him to your boudoir and there he will do your bidding. Have his cock stiffen, if you will, and merely toy with it, then send him away.”
“I c… c… cannot imagine doing it!”
“You will. It is pleasant to play with the males, Sarah. They, too, take pleasure in their own frustrations. If you are not Queen now of your realm, you are at very least a true Princess. Lie on your back now, dear, you will soon come again to the touch of my finger. Did you not come when he was up you? Tell the truth!”
“Yes! B… b… but with Papa, oh!”
“It matters not who, Sarah. You will limit yourself to none, will bind yourself to none. Only be imperious and less hesitant and you will find your way, as Clara has already done, and she by precepts rather than example.”
“Had she not done it before then?”
“Not before tonight, no, and has yet to have her cunny creamed, though needs me not to administer to her in that. Learn from her thereby and you will profit much even though she is younger than you.”
“I do not want her to make me do things, though.”
“She may or she may not. It depends upon your comportment and behaviour. Be neither sullen nor uncommunicative. Speak quietly at all times and follow your nature. I believe you know it a little better by now. If you do not, I shall have you exercised regularly until you are come to the proper way of things.”
“I… oooh! you are m… m… making me come again… I shall try!”
“Until you learn to control those nearest and dearest to you, Sarah, you will come to nothing. This is the secret of it. Regard your Papa and Robert with distant love and use them to your own desires. Be stern, be cool, and be commanding and we shall soon have things better ordered here.”
“Yes, yes, all right… haaaar!”
“There, my sweet, you will sleep all the better for it. I confess that the sight of you two has stirred me not a little. Have Clara bring Robert to me.”
“Yes.”
Sarah’s voice was dutiful. In but a moment or two she knocked upon my door, which pleased me, for normally she would have burst in. I answered politely for her to enter and pretended to have dozed.
“Mama wants Robert taken to her,” she uttered breathlessly.
“Very well,” I replied languidly and got up, stretching myself, attired as I then was in my cotton nightdress. “You will have to help me get him ready,” I declared, for a sudden sense of mischief had come upon me.
“I?” She started back, but I stepped forward and clasped her to me. Our bellies came warmly together and I could feel her springy bush against my own.
“Is it not nice to be naughty, Sarah?” I murmured and kissed her neck. She hid her face and trembled.
“I dunno,” she mumbled. I felt stern and, seizing her hair, dragged her head back. With my free hand I felt into her bottom and, pressing the cotton close between her bottom cheeks, felt a dampness there, a stickiness. She wriggled wildly and grabbed at me as though protectively.
“He has been right up you and come in you, hasn’t he?” I asked.
Her mouth wobbled. “Oh, Clara!”
“Hasn’t he? Has he got a big one? Did you press your bottom right into him as he came? Did you, Sarah?” There was a pause and her fingers tightened into my shoulders. “I shall birch you in the morning if you do not tell,” I whispered.
“Hooo-hooo! Yes, he has got a big one. Oh, all the things you make me do and say!”
She was still at that song, I thought with annoyance, and may be ever would be so. Some young women are, ever secretly rejoicing in their naughtiness and, once tickled and teased or birched, allowing their drawers to be pulled down, they ever wish to be overcome. Reluctant as she was, I drew her along into Robert’s room where he lay waiting in his stockings, shoes, chemise. His prick lay thick but inert over his balls. A sense of wonder was in his eyes at the sight of us both in our nightdresses. Before he could move-if indeed he intended to without instruction-I had clamped my hand firmly over his mouth.
“Bring him up, Sarah,” I commanded.
Her hand wavered and then reached out as in turn she bent over the bed, lifted the limp worm of his tool and began massaging it hesitantly until I spoke to her sharply and told her to look me full in the eyes while she did it. This she obeyed, face flushed and lips rather prettily apart. Having done her duty Sarah was sent back to bed while I took our brother into Stepmama’s room. I knew well enough what she intended. Within minutes Robert lay groaning and hissing his pleasure between our stepmother’s thighs which she kept wide apart, lying upon her back. The oiliness and clamping of her cuntlips was delicious to see around his stiff weapon. Raised up as he was told to be on his forearms, Robert was not allowed to kiss her or otherwise touch her. Eyes haggard, he stared down at her swollen tits, for she had discarded all save for her corset and stockings. Her thick brown nipples burgeoned to him, but were forbidden to his lips. He grunted as he worked her, but she lay inert, a dreamy expression upon her face. Now and then her bottom would give a little jerk as his balls smacked into her, but her eyes were pools of mystery, hazing over only when she came which she did a full dozen times, I swear, for his slowly-ramming cock glistened the more with her every libation.