“No-ho!” Sylvia bleated, and pressed her bound hands into the seat of the chair, but did not attempt to rise or buck him off.
“Yes, Sylvia!” he then said sternly and, bending his knees and grasping well her hips, succeeded in entering two inches of his champion in her nether hole. The chair shifted. She made as if to struggle forward! I prevented the venture (if such it was, though I believe it an accident of movement), by moving around before the pair and placing one knee firmly on the seat. It came upon me then to raise my dress, take hold of Sylvia's head and bring her mouth up to my thigh. “Foooo!” she choked, but I knew her well by then and felt her tongue tip emerge against my skin above my garter. By then Dick had ensconced a further length of his erection in her bottomhole, at which she squealed a little, wriggled, then was still. Truly-I swear to you-I had intended this to be a silent and “formal” occasion as I felt in the event you might have wished it. How amusing it would have been to continue in that way, but it was not to be. The devils of desire had overtaken us. I might, of course, have gagged her, but you as a purist would have most certainly forbidden it. Dick's eyes being hot upon me, as I expected them to be in any case in his delirious pleasure, I raised my dress higher and-holding my other leg straight down, displayed the fact that I wore no drawers. A grunt came from him and with a steady pressure of his loins he was embedded in her to the full until her bottom cheeks splurged to his belly. “Oooooh!” uttered Sylvia and, had it not been for her blindfold, I might well have seen her eyes screw up. Such an “Oooooh!” you have of course heard countless times. Alas that one can never bring it to life on paper. It is a sound of satisfaction, of wonder, of delirious delight-even surprise! I reached between us-feeling Dick as I was-and untied her wrists, which were in any event loosely bound (this being, as you yourself would have had it, a silent signal that Sylvia was a voluntary captive) and brought one hand of hers to cup my quim.
But no- he would not have that-would not be seen to be as bold as that! How strange, but how delightfully perverse! She did not, however, endeavour to escape the “imperative” at-and in-her rear. I therefore pressed her mouth once more to my bared thigh in order that she might “sob” against it as she seemingly wished to, for in her mind no doubt this gesture served to allay such conscience as she still obtained. Dick then intervened and in a manner that I realise now was perfectly right. “Let her be. She must take it, and she will-she wants to,” he declared. “I do-oh-don't!” whined Sylvia at that while I dutifully removed my leg from the chair and went around quietly to his side to view the root of his cock just protruding from her gripping aperture. “Be quiet, girl!” thundered Dick then, so that even I was stilled! “Boo-hooo!” came from Sylvia in a broken sob that I just say was well put on, for by then her bottom-hole had so well received his prick that she must have become accustomed to the naughty invasion and its deep throbbing within her. I feared that Dick might say to remove her blindfold, but he did not. Instead, he abjured Sylvia to straighten her legs more and move them more apart. For a moment she did not, was wilful-then obeyed. “There's a good girl,” Dick murmured, and then commenced to plough her furrow, as it were. Each movement of his sturdy loins caused Sylvia's bottom cheeks to smack most thrillingly against his belly. She moaned, she whimpered and she mewed, but kept her legs straight all the same and even bowed her shoulders down the more! Nothing was heard then but their puffing on. Little snorts of pleasure came from both their nostrils.
Her nether limbs held admirably stiff in what you are always pleased to call “the formal posture.” I quite adored our Sylvia for that. A few seconds more and her voice broke openly with pleasure. “Oooh-er!” she choked, “Oooh-er! Oooh-er!” but never plaintively and full of hope! I would (standing so close to them) have wished him to kiss me, feel between my legs, but he did not. Quite “properly,” perhaps, for their pleasure was entire and concentrated each upon the other in their movements. Movements, yes, for Sylvia's bottom then began to work. I know not whether she intended it, but could not help herself.
Her little cries, no longer pitiful as she had pretended them to be, welled up with eagerness. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” both gasped with open pleasure, each sound very jerky, as you will imagine, and all the sweeter for it. I, spectator to the feast, could only watch, and yet with breathless pleasure at her surrender to his cock. The chair scraped, but I had no need to hold it then, for Dick held back her hips so well that both were complementary in their movements. I could tell by all her quiverings that Sylvia had come several times and wished him silently to fondle her spurting quim, but in the “discipline” of the moment he did not. Perhaps wisely so. Do I see you nod! She was to take him up her bottom and no more. Indeed, no less, as well! He gritted his teeth. The veins at his temples swelled. His face had a look of utter glory, as well it might have done. His bent knees trembled a little and then, by every sign, he came-not least by that soft mewing sound of pure delight that Sylvia uttered as he emitted the long jets of sperm within her gripping hole. He gaped. His face softened. Sylvia's bottom squirmed demandingly, sought every spurt of his encroaching juice, then he faltered in his thrusts, hung over her and cupped her pendant tits. At that, her bottom gave a decided little jerk as though to hold him in! Should I retreat, I asked myself, and heard you (ever-present!) murmur “Yes!” Ah, the sacrifices I have made for nubile maidens such as Sylvia! All is now well, though. That very evening, it was she who became tipsy (of a purpose, I am sure) and not I. Teased not a little by myself, she began to giggle, whereat I pulled up her clothes-this in their drawing room- and showed her thighs. “No!” she laughed, but had no heart to resist. “Make her take her drawers down-then you follow suit,” said Dick, for he insists now on our wearing a nether garment simply for the pleasure of taking our drawers down, or watching us do it.