by AnonYMous
'Papa, dear, I have brought some wine for our dear friends', exclaimed Astrid while donating a smile to the bemused Belinda, who endeavoured to regain her wits and would as soon have seen Astrid at the other end of the world at this moment.
'Wine, yes, ah', repeated Ralph stupidly, his cock prodding so fiercely up under his trousers that he was at great pains to try to conceal it from the gaze of both Astrid and Patricia, who had now joined her.
'Wine? How sweet of you', cooed Belinda, though the words stuck in her throat.
'The very best, for I know you have a taste for it—as we do also', added Astrid hastily. Moving within, she seated herself demurely and gazed as if appreciatively all about while her father, scuffling and somewhat red-faced, laboured with the box and knew not where to put it.
'In here, Papa. I am sure that Lady Smithers will not mind', called Astrid gaily.
'Why, good heavens, no, what a pleasure it is', responded Belinda, who even in such a moment could not resist examining the label upon the first bottle she drew out as Ralph deposited it upon a table. 'Chateauneuf du Pape, 1862—a splendid year, such a fine bouquet!', Belinda said.
'A rich body, too, I believe', responded Astrid coolly, casting her eyes slowly up and down Clara as she spoke.
'You must of course partake of a glass', Belinda said, seeing here—despite the inappropriateness of the interruption—a fine chance to inveigle herself with Astrid and Patricia. Indeed, the more she quickly thought about it, the better it became and all at once she began to fetch glasses from the sideboard.
'If I may, I will take sherry—it becomes me better at his hour. You, too, Papa', declared Astrid, casting as fierce a glance upon him as ever she had bestowed. The very piercing of her eyes betrayed better than any words the fact that she had not failed to espy his uprisen condition.
'Ah, yes, sherry, if we may, Belinda', he gurgled.
'Of course. Will you open the wine, dear? What a pleasant family party this can be', cooed Belinda while turning about to attend to the sherry and to smaller glasses for the three.
'Dear Ronald, is he not here?', Astrid asked casually, which question caused Clara to flutter as if she had just remembered his existence. He was at his studies, as ever, she declared, but would be fetched forthwith. Soon enough indeed—even as the glasses were being filled—he appeared, rather taken aback that he was permitted to join in anything and being much taken with the appearance of both Astrid and Patricia, each of whom were careful to give him the most winning glances.
'Well, what a pleasant surprise this all is', averred Belinda, who already saw herself now all but at the head of the two families with an obedient Ralph being occasionally diverted by the allure of Clara's bottom.
'Is it not?', responded Astrid warmly, adding to Belinda's surprise, 'I have long thought that we should all be closer together. How pretty Clara has become. Her dress suits her admirably for it shows off some of her best attributes. Have you not noticed, Ronald?'.
This remark taking all a little aback, so boldly was it uttered, that a little silence fell. His cheeks flushed, Ronald nodded and gulped down more wine. The twin halves of Clara's tits, rising from the low cut neck of her gown, did indeed present him with a more revealing view of her beauties than he had ever been vouchsafed before. Stimulated as he was by the wine, his cock stirred a little.
'Ah, yes, it is perhaps a trifle daring', Belinda ventured uncertainly, though thankful that both she and her daughter had not got to the point of taking their dresses off when Astrid and Patricia had arrived. Her voice sounded oddly blurry.
'Not at all, Lady Smithers. A girl should learn to display herself. We are all perhaps too modest in our ways, do you not think?', Astrid asked.
That something strange was occurring was evident now even to Ralph, who for long moments past had been trying to gather his wits and to quell the urgent thrusting of his cock. Perhaps it was his imagination, but Belinda seemed suddenly to have slumped in her chair, her hands becoming vaguer in their movements. Her eyelashes fluttered, a sigh escaped her, and then to his immense surprise her arms drooped and her glass— fortuitously empty—fell to the floor.
'Ma-ma-ma-ma', came then a plaintive wail from Clara, who felt the walls revolving around her and her vision becoming distinctly dim. Ronald, too, appeared to have sunk into a torpor.
'By jove—what?', exclaimed Ralph foolishly, possessed momentarily of the thought that it was he who was drunk and seeing visions.
They are tired perhaps, Papa. Their exertions have been too much for them. Pray, wait outside in the carriage. I will see to them. Your own coachman may proceed. We will all travel back together', Astrid said crisply and stood up.
'Exertions, yes, what?', responded her sire stupidly, for now all three of their hosts were utterly inert and appeared to have passed into a deep sleep. Hustled outside, he was only too glad to escape and made little of the fact that the front door closed behind him.
'Now, Patricia, make haste. Undress Clara while I see to her mama'.
'Oh, Astrid, yes', Patricia stuttered. She could not believe it was happening, though her sister had described all to her thoroughly enough. To her pleased surprise, Clara was easy to undress, wearing as she did only her gown over her stockings and boots. Having slid to the floor, she lay there, breathing softly, as in turn did Belinda, whose heavier curves caused Astrid a trifle more bother at first until she had denuded her in turn, though leaving on her drawers, which she carefully drew halfway down her legs.
Blushing and suppressing giggles as she surveyed their two voluptuous forms, Patricia was then urged to assist Astrid in making Ronald ready. Lighter of form than his mother, his laced-up boots proved more troublesome than anything, but finally all was done and three naked figures lay inert.
'Now, my pet, to the main purpose of the exercise. He is to be put half upon his mama, with his left leg well entangled in her drawers. Come, help me push his foot down between her drawers and her legs—so!', declared Astrid triumphantly, lifting and rolling and pushing Ronald until he was positioned as she wished him. His face lay upon his mother's large, pale breasts, his mouth so placed to one of her thick, brown nipples that the merest movement would suffice to bring it between his lips. His cock, a limp worm, nestled its knob close to the mouth of her cunny while his balls rested on her right thigh, a sight which caused Astrid's eyes to gleam and Patricia to titter.
'Oh, it is small!', Patricia uttered.
'It will grow bigger', Astrid replied confidently. 'Bring now Clara closer to them both, indeed right beside them. Lift her right leg and lay it over theirs. Good. What a fine tangle! Come, Patricia, we must not linger. The effects of the potion do not last long. Ten minutes more and they will be stirring. Go and see to it that Papa is not restless and I will follow'.
'Yes, Astrid. Oh, what unimaginable things are happening!'.
'Nothing is beyond imagination and few things beyond attainment, Patricia. Go, dear'. Pausing then for a few moments, Astrid bent far over and,, inserting her hand between Belinda's lush thighs, gently stroked Ronald's cock. To her perfect delight, it stirred faintly and within seconds showed the first signs of both thickening and extending itself. Gently, then, the movements of her slim, tapered fingers continued, much as one might caress a kitten. As she had suspected, Ronald's penis, although small in repose, had much to commend it when stimulated. A hollow groan escaped him as the pink-purplish knob of his weapon emerged gleaming from the tautening skin that surrounded it and poked blindly against the rolled lips of his mama's slit.
Telling herself that she had done far more than her duty demanded, and that the stronger powers of Nature would now take their course, Astrid wiped her fingers delicately on a napkin and made her way out, closing both doors of the drawing room so that the three were truly immured in their temporary stillness.
Striding out to the waiting carriage, her footsteps seemed to her lighter than ever before. On one seat sat a rather bemused Ralph, while, facing him, but no
t daring to give him many glances, was Patricia, whom Astrid settled beside.
'There are matters, Papa, we must discuss', Astrid declared as the coach then rumbled forward. 'Lady Smithers is, I fear, given to somewhat unseemly behaviour'. So saying, Astrid laid one hand, in the lap of Patricia's dress and by devious but slight movements of her fingers caused the hem of her dress to begin to rise. Feeling Patricia stiffen in surprise, Astrid gave her a little warning pinch that first made her jerk and then sit still again, her cheeks flushed.
'Ah!', exclaimed Ralph, for whom the world was once again turning topsy-turvy.
'Particularly unseemly', averred Astrid. 'I would not deem it-proper were you to visit here again. Such behaviour cannot be countenanced. You will not, I am sure, wish to arouse my displeasure'.
'Eh? What? No!', gurgled her papa, who from his vantage point opposite was endeavouring not to fix his eyes too obviously upon the deliciously rounded knees of Patricia as they now slowly emerged while Astrid most casually continued gathering up Patricia's skirt.
Her lips wobbling as if she wished to speak but could not do so, Patricia dimly heard the voice of her sister coming to her as first her stocking tops were revealed, then the creamy pallor of her thighs, and finally the crotch of her drawers.
'A quite wanton woman—totally unsuited, Papa.
Gulping, Patricia felt her thighs being urged wider apart, and she closed her eyes tightly.
Chapter 17
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FOR THE ENTIRE journey, Patricia could not bring herself to disobey Astrid by moving or covering her modesty. In equal plight was Ralph Cane, for his elder daughter, having spoken briefly, maintained a silence that remained unbroken. Thus his gaze flitted constantly from the view beyond the carriage window to that between Patricia's open legs. In consequence, his condition did not abate, as was plain to both the girls. Upon descending at last on their arrival, his gait was seen to be somewhat awkward.
'I would speak with you, Astrid', he declared hoarsely as they entered the house.
'You may have audience with me, Papa, yes. I need time to change. Attend my room in our hour', she responded grandly, and without a further word swept upstairs to Jemima's room, whence plaintive squeals and the steady slapping of a palm were to be heard for quite five minutes.
Some miles away, meanwhile, Ronald had been the first to stir. Something tingled and throbbed on his person and this he found, to his unutterable amazement, was his cock, whose knob was lodged at a slight angle between the lips of his mama's slit. Gaping all about him in a bleary fashion, he then naturally espied all—his mama's bewitching nudity and that also of Clara, who lay doubled up beside them, her shapely leg having slipped lazily down from over his own. Naturally, deeming himself to be experiencing a most vivid dream, Ronald groped tentatively about Belinda's superb thighs and found the feeling much to his liking. Awkwardly thrust as it was between her drawers, his leg ached a little and he most slowly and wonderingly freed it by pushing her most intimate garment down farther until it had been worked off over her shoes.
At that, Belinda stirred and moaned, much to the frozen horror of Ronald, who remained breathlessly poised over her, the crest of his penis moist from the warm exudations that had oozed from her cunny during their unconscious state. To his vast relief, however, she opened not her eyes but in fact opened her legs the more, as though to seek a cooling draught of air between them. This, the exposure of her entire dark bush to perfection, merely made her son's stiff cock twitch the more. Moving by stealth and quite fearful of the consequences, he laid himself full upon the sumptuous resplendence of her nudity and with increasing wonder and excitement began to lick around her nipples. Passing his left hand out tentatively at the same time, he sought also to caress his sister's warm, round bottom, which was well poised for such an exploration.
As for Belinda, her mind was bubbling with dreams, most of which were of an extremely erotic nature. Emerging a little into consciousness and feeling the weight of a naked male body upon her, she deemed it vaguely to be that of her late husband and sought to caress it. Foraging with her hand blindly between their bodies, she found Ronald's stalk and moved her be-ringed fingers about invitingly. This alluring touch naturally being quite explosive to Ronald, he moved his cock lewdly in the loose clasp of her fingers, which by instinct then nudged it down against the rolled lips of her slit.
Not unnaturally, Ronald now deemed the invitation to be complete and without thought or caring as to how the three of them had got into such an exciting situation, he urged his cock within the delicious furrow while by teasing movements of her fingers his Mama blatantly encouraged him to do so. In a trice, his pego well inserted in the hot, moist haven, Ronald passed both hands under the glorious globe of her bottom and began fervently caressing it while meshing his lips into his mother's own ripe ones.
At this, Belinda became more fully awake. Her eyelashes fluttered and her own two hands in turn sought his muscular buttocks and drew him into her more fully. Her nipples, erect and tingling, brushed beneath his chest. Inserting his tongue in her mouth, Ronald began to pant loudly while moving his penis back and forth in the heavenly clutch of her well-furred nest.
'Oh, darling, fuck me nicely', murmured Belinda hazily, at which point Clara came to and espied the gentle heaving of their bodies. Belinda had her thighs spread wide and her knees drawn half up so that her shoes could take purchase on the carpet in a manner that allowed her to churn her big bottom about in a manner as lewd as it was exciting.
'You naughty things! Oh!', exclaimed Clara, who then with a little shriek found her own moist cunny explored by her brother's fingers—a caress which caused her to fall back again so that her bare shoulders touched those of her mama.
'Clara, you silly, let Papa do it', husked Belinda, remaining in the land of the past until she then opened her eyes and saw who was upon her. Alas, the dear lady was by then in such a pitch of fervour that naught save the entire assemblage of local society viewing the proceedings could have stopped her. Her arms fluttered wildly, her mouth wet and open under her son's.
'Oh! Oh! Oh! R... R... Ronald! You naughty boy—oh!', she blathered to the accompaniment of the slight squelching sound of his prick easing back and forth in her juicy cavern.
'Ma... ma... MA!', groaned Ronald, whose searching fingers were also deliciously moist from foraging all about in Clara's slit.
'OOOH! AAAAAH!', they groaned together, neither ceasing to wriggle their bottoms in the hazy lust of the moment as the tempestuous peak of their pleasure waves approached. Couching himself more fully upon her bumpy curves, Ronald flashed his buttocks faster, causing his balls to slap resoundingly under her bottom. Unable to resist, Belinda wound her arms tightly about his slim but manly form and responded with equal jerks of her hips the while that their tongues ran greedily together. In a trice nothing could prevent the throbbing outpourings of Ronald's gushing tribute, nor that of Belinda's, who soaked his cock and balls as well in the frenzy of the moment.
After much heaving and kissing, all then was still, and a pleasurable silence reigned. Clara herself joined in, having attained to orgasmic bliss herself in the excited melee. Their eyes then confronting each other's more fully than had been possible in the mists of passion, all were a little more subdued and Belinda was forced to urge Ronald from off her so that she could sit up.
'What is afoot? Oh, I do not understand!', she cried while Ronald boldly passed one arm about her waist and with his other hand caressed her swollen titties.
'Hush, Mama, for no one has seen', he murmured, which appeared to mollify both mother and daughter, who rose up and gazed all about at their abandoned clothes.
'What of Mr. Cane then—and his daughters—OH! did they SEE?', Clara wailed, only to receive a slap from her mama, who found her ample bottom pressed warmly against her son's cock as he stood behind her. The touch of it to her groove being not unpleasant, she pretended not to notice its presence.
'Of course they did not, y
ou fool. They are long gone. We must all have partaken of far too much wine, though how we came to be in this condition I know not', Belinda uttered. Giving then a simpering laugh, she endeavoured all too feebly to escape the clasping of her son's arms about her waist for she could feel already the renewed stirring of his prick which, by most blatantly her bulging bottom invited. Putting one finger in her mouth—a posture she had always found to be delicately inviting—Clara giggled.
'Mama, you are both very naughty. Why, Ronald's cock is sticking up again at your bottom'.
'Indeed, darling Clara, and it will stick up against yours soon enough', her brother laughed, thrusting out one arm to draw her to them. His mama's evident acquiescence increased his boldness while his cock, now fully risen, urged its tempestuous desires against her out-thrust cheeks. With those words also, Belinda deemed with many inward quivers that he sounded not unlike his Papa, which revelation she found as astonishing as Clara.
'Oh, Mama, Ronald must not do it to us, must he?', simpered Clara, her bare tummy now being pressed to her mother's hip as her brother held them both. That her question was really an invitation was easy enough for all to divine, and hence Ronald hesitated not to forage with one hand under his mania's plump cunt while fondling Clara's pert bottom.
'No, really, Ronald, we should not let you. Oh, pray, let us dress', Belinda murmured weakly while her belly urged the titillation of her fingers, which found her mount sticky still with his sperm.
'In a moment, Mama, but, come, let us sport a little first, I beg you', demanded Ronald hoarsely, for being young and vigourous his balls were ready yet for a second and third bout, and his excitement at the glorious turn of events was such that he began urging them step by step towards a sofa.
'No, no, no, Ronald! Oh, Clara, do stop him!'.
'I cannot, Mama, he has hold of me, too. OH!', exclaimed Clara, who then found herself tumbling down onto the silk-covered seat with her mother's weight de-sending upon her.
