She made to stir as I entered and would have glimpsed the cane before it seared her had not my stepmother deftly clambered on her back and held her down. A shriek rose: “What are you doing?”
“Oh, Jennifer how lovely you look,” I murmured, not sarcastically but with all sincerity, for such girls do when well put up to it. Her garters had been adjusted, her stockings made taut. The moist fur of her cleft showed well beneath her globe. I raised the cane and knew she sensed a danger.
“No! What are you at?” she cried and tried to heave.
SWEEE-ISSSH! The cane seared across her peach and brought a shrill cry from her of the uttermost dismay, leaving a thin pink line in its fiery wake.
“You will LEARN, Jennifer,” my stepmother murmured and with her knees full clamped against the young woman’s sides, held her firmly down. HOOOO-ITTTT! Ah, what a song the cane makes in the air! The tip was thin and caught her in its passing, bringing from her throat a horrified screech.
“STO-HO-OPPP IT!” she cried and then “Oh NO!” as again I swished it in. Her hips jerked violently, her bottom screwing all about and showing flares of red upon the creamy skin.
“You will take his prick tonight, my love, you will learn. Whose cock shall she then take, Clara?”
“Her Papa’s. I mean, her Papa-in-law’s,” I corrected myself quickly and awkwardly and covered up my foolishness in giving her another which brought a high-pitched scream from her.
“More slowly, Clara,” my stepmother admonished me, and I knew my impetuousness. There is a rhythm to the matter, as I have long since learned. Each stroke must be measured and absorbed.
“Why are you do-doing this? I can’t bear it! OH!”
“You will learn to obey your superiors in wisdom just as the males will learn to obey us all. Shall you take his cock tonight?”
“No! Yeeeee-eeeech-ow!”
I had accorded her another, sweeping it now up beneath her bulge and bringing her to strain her lovely legs. In utter anguish she shook her hips, my stepmother bouncing gently on her shoulders as she faced me. Upon Jennifer’s superb bottom was now a pink criss-cross of stripes.
“You will take his cock tonight, Jennifer.” My stepmother’s tone was implacable.
“I won’t, I won’t, I can’t I-Neeee-ynnnng! Ah, stop it, do! Mama!”
Thus do they all cry out, but it avails them nothing. I have known Mamas to listen and smile, knowing their pets to be receiving only what they themselves once needed to endure before the fleshy peg rammed in between their cheeks and brought them to a bubbling bliss.
“Doo-wah, Doo-wah! Dooo-wah!” I heard Jennifer sobbing incoherently, her bottom now aflame. One must be merciless. One judges well. Her cheeks perhaps had not yet been cleaved, but soon must be. Her cunny had not bubbled often enough on a prick. The waste of it was sad. She would make a superb mount as Clarissa had done, though I knew little enough of her developments save what my stepmother had told me and that she ruled the household now.
I raised the cane again, though loathe to stripe her hard. My stepmother motioned me. I let it sink.
“Give her a moment,” she murmured, “for I wish her every act to be voluntary. Do you hear me, Jennifer?”
Naught but heartbroken sobs answered her. Then came a noise that stilled me as a statue. The three had returned all too early and we were uncovered! Jennifer did not hear, so completely absorbed was she in the raging heat of her bottom and the long hot tongues of fire that licked all through her.
“Go! Go fetch them!” my stepmother hissed to my astonishment while I had expected panic to ensue. She, quicker than I, saw advantage to the matter. I ran to the door and encountered Millicent, Horace and Clive in the drawing room.
“Quickly!” I cried.
“What is to do?” exclaimed Millicent in alarm, but I wishing not to attempt explanations then turned about again and proceeded back upstairs with they scurrying in my train and expecting perhaps some fearful accident.
For Jennifer it was indeed an accident, though decidedly an ill wind that was to blow her good. I entering the bedroom anew and all seeing the pair upon the bed-Jennifer with her striped and wriggling bottom and my stepmother sitting astride her-stopped still in great amazement. Hearing their arrival, though unable to see them, Jennifer shrieked and sobbed at the same time.
Millicent and her son filled the doorway. Horace was a step ahead of them into the room and so enjoyed a prime view. My stepmother did not hesitate and neither, thankfully, upon her words did I. Jennifer’s cleft orb, so adorably pink and pale and red and cream all at the same time, was lifted sufficiently to offer her pouting quim as well to his astonished eyes.
“Come-quickly-service her, you fool!” was said to him by my stepmama. Her eyes seemed to sparkle with fire, conveying their messages of demand to me. No sound came from Millicent or Clive who were clearly too petrified with surprise to speak.
“No-wooooh!” Jennifer moaned, bucked violently, but was held down by her rider whose upraised skirt revealed her own lush thighs and stocking tops.
“You must! Come!” said I to Mr de Vere Lacey and upon that, and with a daring I scarce thought I possessed in another household, placed my hand upon the front of his trousers, felt there an unrising and nipped my fingers onto his swelling stem.
“Oh!” Millicent moaned, and then to him, “Do not look!” So saying, and being stood beside him, she covered his eyes with one gloved hand, the token of her words being to give permission to her husband to do what we intended. The unexpected clasp of my fingers in his most intimate region in any event stirred him almost as much as the wanton sight of his daughter-in-law. Meekly, as it seemed, he permitted himself to be drawn towards her, I then more boldly fumbling with his buttons.
“Ah, the poor girl, how she needs it!” declared my stepmother whose own enticing presentation of part of her nether charms added to the voluptuousness of the scene. She was forced meanwhile to clamp her knees more tightly to Jennifer’s sides and indeed while I was bringing Mr de Vere Lacey’s long, thick weapon into view was forced to smack her bottom hard, producing sobs and cries that resounded everywhere and brought small answering noises as if of both sympathy and excitement from her mother-in-law.
Our male-for such I thought of him then with my fingers encircling his stout tool-breathed heavily as well he might, my stepmother modulating her expression beautifully so that it came somewhere between command and invitation.
“Ah, my heavens!” groaned he.
“Do it!” I demanded and drew his cock closer to Jennifer’s rosy orb, pressing the springy monstrosity down a little so that its rubicond helmet then encountered the pleading of her lovelips.
“Nee-ooooh!” squealed she at that first tentative touch of it.
“IN! In her!” my stepmother said, her nostrils flaring. I sought his heavy buttocks with my free hand, felt beneath and pressed his balls with my fingertips. He jerked and sank his knob within his daughter-in-law’s offered maw.
“Ho-ho-ho!” came simultaneously then from the young woman and her mother-in-law. Indeed their rising tones quavered and warbled together like those of wild doves. Horace’s eyes were glazed, his mouth open. The oily lips of Jennifer’s quim appeared to sink back on to his stave, absorbing all but half of it, though in reality he was pushing and I was assisting.
“Ah-hoooo! No-woh!” gabbled she, “he mustn’t, he Mustn’t! Whoooo!”
“Ah, my delicious one!” croaked he, his face appearing to shine with glory as inch by inch the peg secured itself and brought her blazing bottom full against his belly where it stirred and wriggled violently.
“Be quiet, sir!” then spat my stepmother at him, no doubt to his profound astonishment, though such fleshly thrills were escalating through him that he might have forgiven anything said to him. The trilling sobs and moans of Jennifer were music to our ears, for as he now began slewing his cock in and out of her so she bucked deliciously and thereby served to further his lewd efforts.