However, I have diverted the reader from the immediate occasion. Jennifer waited with such patience as my stepmother had somehow instilled into her by her gentle exhortations. At a crooking of a finger, I turned Mr de Vere Lacey about and led him slowly to her.
No words were needed. I believe him to have been too cowed and too bemused to utter any. Brought to “post” behind her so that his knees all but touched the backs of her own, I moved fully to his rear and kept the chain taut. His arms hung limp and uncertain. My stepmother, pressing his palms firmly to the side of his brawny thighs, thus signalled him not to move them. Her actions in such moments were ever businesslike. Cupping his balls with her right hand, she then ringed his fleshy, rigid stave with the fingers of her left and forced its springiness down a little until the bulbous nose made contact with Jennifer’s sweet, bulging cheeks. Having so adjusted their parts she then brought him against the young woman’s tight rosette, whereat he emitted a short “HAAAAR…” and moved his neck against the restraining collar, but I jerked his head back.
Her fingers being clasped two inches below his knob, my stepmother urged it gently inwards, causing Jennifer to quiver considerably and no doubt to bite a cushion which she had clasped under her as a child might clasp a doll in bed. The springiness of her tight cheeks, having been parted to his cock, surged back and gripped it, causing his breath to flood out from his nostrils. A quivering sigh escaped Jennifer and her legs appeared more taut than before as she prepared to receive him in her orifice.
Mr de Vere Lacey’s being held still and I at his back with the restraining chain, he could not move but half an inch inwards at a time, I endeavouring to peer round him and making some little success in doing so. The everthrilling sight then came to my eyes of a female bottom-and one as lustrous and round as Jennifer’s-receiving the male cork or peg or rammer. Her breathing sounded in little rushes now. Her knees bent inwards against the end of the sofa and then once more straightened as three inches were inserted.
How I knew and envied her sensations and wished to fall beneath her and draw her mouth down upon mine as I had often done with Sarah or Mary, and they with me, when we were being serviced! Even so, I knew that Jennifer would not be at her pleasure yet but would be sustaining all the tremulous wonder and apprehensions that come from having one’s bottom plugged and reamed for the first time.
The invasion seems tremendous and only with the greatest effort and much prior coaxing does one learn not to tighten the muscles and reject the long, thick cork. At halfway point an easing comes, for there is the sensation of wonder that one has expanded to receive and a first, faint lubrication begins which eases the passage.
“WHOOO-HOOOO!” shuddered Jennifer’s father-inlaw now in utmost bliss, the sound comfortably veiling her own small whimpers. The lustrous orb of her bottom wriggled a little, whereat my stepmother ceased the progress of his entry and waited patiently for her to still herself. This Jennifer at last doing with courageous effort, my stepmother then nipped his balls gently and so sent him ramming home and firm in her so that his balls, freed quickly from my stepmother’s grasp, hung just beneath her quim.
Jennifer moaned, her hands clawing feebly. For a brief moment it seemed she would endeavour to straighten up, but the quivering along her spine was perhaps illusory and he-having my stepmother’s fingers clawed into his strong buttocks-was, equally held still.
“Dear God, how tight and warm she is!” he croaked, only to be snapped into silence by the lashing of my stepmother’s tongue.
“Be QUIET, sir! You are but her servant and her servitor and will be put to her henceforth solely at her own command. Her body is the altar at which you will thus be brought to worship. Arrogance will bring you only punishment, and lewdness will invite her whip as surely as it will your wife’s. I put you now upon your merit to pleasure your goddess. Fail in this and you will be denied all future pleasures. Clara-drop the chain!”
I had not expected this, but did so and thus was enabled to view his efforts better. His expression was constrained-so tight with pleasure that he knew not whether to laugh or cry. “HAAAAR!” he groaned and drew his peg half out, so showing better the luscious conjunction of their parts, his prick emerging like a thick root from between the chubby inrolling of Jennifer’s bottom cheeks. Seeming mesmerised by her exuding warmth and elastic pressure, he stayed thus for a moment as though in fear he might eject his sperm too soon.
A humming sound came softly from Jennifer’s throat and to our perfect delight she so moved her hips that his cock was once more fully embedded.
“H… h… hold it in!” she stammered.
“Obey!” cracked my stepmother’s voice, causing his legs to tremble mightily and his fingers to work as though he wished to clasp her hips.
There was then a silence as they remained thus, he breathing far more heavily than she. I knew her to be accommodating herself and overcoming all her scruples now. A quick vision of her as I had first seen her at the garden party passed through my mind-tall, elegant and cool with but a distantly enquiring look in her eyes. Uncovered now and put to the prick, she looked no less elegant and was gaining pride in her poise and possession of the once lordly male, bolstered as she was by our presence.
“Perform!” her voice came to him then, “but do not come until I tell you-AH!”
Her little unexpected cry was caused by his immediate observance of her command. His penis began to ease back and forth, drawn ever inwards by the succulence of her enclosure, the tight ring gripping him commandingly. Her hips began to rock gently back and forth in answer to his thrusts, though should not have done, but upon this first entry of theirs into this realm, my stepmother interfered not.
His breath came faster now, whistling down his nostrils which flared as might a bull’s. His fingers gripped themselves into his palms, wrists twitching nervously as he strove-with certain merit, I do confess-to prevent his hands from cupping her lower cheeks or hips as he would have wished.
“Not… not… not so fast! I forbid it!” came from Jennifer, bringing a look of dire disappointment to his face, though then his pace immediately slackened and the thick root strove more slowly back and forth. My stepmother, being closer to Jennifer’s side and ever observant, nodded to me and I knew the dear girl was coming. Small twitterings from between her pursed lips sang of her pleasure. Fully saddled as she was, such lusts arose in her as one constrains oneself not to utter in the presence of a male submissive. Perhaps a full minute passed then while he worked her, in-out, in-out, ever sturdy and long the strokes.
“Now faster! You may come,” she breathed.
A gasp of joy escaped him. His loins flashed, her bottom worked, rotating a little lewdly now and then as again and again she attained the peak of her pleasure, the sprinklings of which were to be found afterwards on the cushion she had at first clutched.
The tendons stood out on his neck as surely as did the veins upon his ramming tool. A long shuddering sigh came from him and, breathing furiously through his nostrils, he ejected his pleasure waves of liquid bliss within her much thrilled bottom until the last seeping pearls had been absorbed. Then did he sag, his long cork popping out, smeared and glistening with the emissions of his desire.
I made to utter something then out of habit, but my stepmother touched my hand in warning and instead I took up the chain anew and drew him back. Two paces then separated them. His eyes, hungry on her form, drank in each wondrous curve of his daughter-in-law’s most elegant and nubile form. Raising herself a little, she reached back and eased down her gown before slowly turning, her face not a little flushed but her eyes composed.
“Return upstairs,” she told him bleakly and in so doing lifted her chin as though in challenge.