Millicent, meanwhile, retaining one gloved hand to hide the libertine view from her son’s eyes, passed the other down around his prick. “Ah, you bad boy!” she murmured quite illogically, feeling the risen stem through the cloth of his trousers and he managing a peep now and then at the astonishing sight upon the bed whence the juicy slap and smack of flesh to flesh now came.
“Blub-blub-blub!” Jennifer now sobbed, but the nature of her excited squirming, which restrained itself to lewd contortions of her hips, was evident to one’s seeking eyes. In all truth she was enjoying the lusty poke despite herself, and panted in between her cries.
“Hoo-hoo-hooo! — you bad boy!” came Millicent’s moan, for she could think of nothing else to utter to hide the indiscretion of the moment. With a tremoring excitement which indicated that she was perhaps not fully aware of her actions in such open circumstances, she loosed Clive’s trousers and brought to view his own eager prong which throbbed and quivered in her gloved hand.
“Your skirt, my dear-conceal his view!” my stepmother cried helpfully, whereat taking the hint as an instruction, Millicent pressed upon her son’s cock and brought him groaning to his knees. Leaning against the doorjamb now she moved him in his kneeling position towards her, raised her skirt and looped it over his head. His shoulders, too, disappeared. He was truly in a tent of darkness and feminine mystery, his stiff stem, waggling, pleading. Millicent’s eyes then opened wide. Her jaw sagged. Her expression to say the least was bleary, her eyes never leaving her husband’s sturdy, shunting buttocks. A faint guzzling sound was heard. Clive, it seemed, was at the fount of Venus-though through her drawers.
“Haaaar!” Millicent moaned, though her febrile cry was somewhat lost in the cacophony of groans now echoed by the pair who were cock to cunt. Occasionally and with mischief I would smack her father-in-law’s buttocks as they pressed out momentarily-a salute he did not seem to resent for it appeared to make him work her faster. His teeth gritted, his face suffused, a tendon strained upon his neck.
“I c… c… cannot but help myself-I must come!” he blurted.
“Come, then, you may-full in her and give the girl the benefit of your dose. Do not withdraw, sir, until I so instruct you!”
I wondered whether Mr de Vere Lacey thought himself in heaven or in a dream. His expression was that of a man who is utterly lost in pleasure. Rotating her hips, Jennifer appeared to urge him on. Meanwhile, Millicent had curiously, though praiseworthily, recovered herself a little. Placing one hand behind her neck in a langourous pose, as though she wished to make up for her untoward wildness, she extended down her other arm and pressed her hand imperiously against the back of Clive’s head which showed as a bulge ‘neath her skirt and so held him. Her thighs moved inwards. A moan escaped him. She was evidently clipping his ears tightly ‘twixt her garters. It could do him naught but good.
Such reflections and observations distracted me momentarily, for Mr de Vere Lacey was coming. His puffing cries announced it, his emerging and dipping cock gleaming brightly where Jennifer had lubricated him with her own spendings.
“Theee-eeeeh!” I heard her cry, and not unjoyously as his thick jets of sperm spattered her within, the veins around his tool pulsing visibly. The succulent sound of their parts thus merging in such liquid fashion was a perfect pleasure to hear. His buttocks tightened, as did his balls which I held upon my palm by delving under him and guarding his retreat.
“Hold in-hold in!” my stepmother spat at him and with a lightning movement of her hand-full facing him as she was and the crotch of her knickers showing now-grasped his hair, which brought a yelp from him. I simultaneously squeezed his balls and thus produced another. He trembled violently, hung his head back and was still, with Jennifer’s hot bottom tightly balled into his belly and-I felt sure-her succulent cunt drawing upon him still until the last pearls of his sperm were spilled.
Perhaps remorse or dire embarrassment then overcame him for he would have withdrawn, but caught between us as he was his options were indeed few.
“Not yet, not yet! Hold him in, Jennifer-oh, the wicked man! Squeeze on him tight,” my stepmother exhorted, thus making Jennifer accomplice to her will.
Jennifer stirred not nor uttered then a sound. All sensations being so vibrant in her, she was absorbed by them, her lovelips gripped around the root of him.
“M… M… Madam…!” croaked Horace feebly.
“Dooo-dooo-DOOO!” stuttered Millicent in the background. She was coming, I believe.
“We have him, Jennifer. We will take him out. Lie down, curl up, you need have no fear of him. The raging bull is weakened; he will be spermed again later,” my stepmother ordained. I seized then the back of Mr de Vere Lacey’s hair and gripped it tight as I did his balls. He uttered a wild “YEEEEK!” but in that moment also my stepmother dismounted from Jennifer’s back and took his cock as it withdrew. Slimed with love’s spendings as it was, it retained a girth and length that was still admirable, though growing limp.
A pleasurable murmur escaped Jennifer’s lips, though I did not then look back to watch her subside. With a kick from my stepmother’s toe-as the older of the males was spun round helpless in our grasps-Clive was pushed to one side. Millicent’s flushed face met ours.
“Put him to his room-a small one beside my own. You will not handle him, Millicent, until I tell you.”
“N… no!” stammered his mother in assent. In passing by her at the doorway, her husband could not bring himself to look at her, of course. With the subsidence of his wild passion his strength had weakened sufficiently for us to hold him so. Never was one man more bewildered, I am sure, finding himself led by two females into one of the smaller, unused bedrooms where a thrust from both of us pushed him on the bed from whence he stared up at us wildly.
“Your virility, sir, appears to be in little doubt. It will be put to use again before the dawn has broken. As to your daughter-in-law, you have offended her deeply. Such steps as she may take will have my full consent. Be dutiful and no scandal will befall you. You will know better than to defy me soon, or Jennifer. Some cord, Clara, bind his wrists and ankles!”
“Madam…!” began he wildly but like a tigress she was upon him while I-having had a drawer indicated to me-took out the waiting cord and was soon at work on him. That Jennifer had sucked on him divinely I had no doubt, for his cock was of a sudden smaller and flaccid, and grunting sounds of dismay-though mingled with awe and not a little fear-came from beneath my stepmother’s majestic bottom that was plumped upon his face. Her knees pinned his biceps-a trifle painfully, I felt sure, but for the moment that was to the good. It weakened further his resistance to the cause. In a trice I had trussed him as she wished. We had him prone. With a sigh of satisfaction, my stepmother rolled from him heavily, much squashing his florid visage further in the process, but stayed not to gloat.
My arm was taken. I was urged without, his faint cries following.
“He will be seen to again,” she said, loud enough for him to hear.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Upon the landing we encountered Millicent.
“I have sinned,” she moaned, “and you have admonished me!”
“Happy hypocrite that you are, my dear, why think you that?” responded my stepmother, and went on. “You were too hasty, perhaps, but such moments overcome us all of occasion. Moments of orgiastic pleasure are to be controlled at all times. I admonished you merely that dear Jennifer might feel I had no favourites. Now that both males are well subdued, we may alter our tune a little. Disturb your husband not,” she said, inclining her head towards the room where we had taken him.