Sidney, meanwhile, had been guiltily enjoying himself. His emotions were akin to those he had once experienced when, staying with an aunt whose thirty-eight years exceeded his own by twenty-two, she had caught him taking several of her cook's rather scrumptious jam tarts. Indeed, by the time he was apprehended, Sidney already had the jam from one smeared around his mouth and was about to convey the next to his lips when his aunt entered upon the scene and caught him-as it were-with his trousers down.
Closing the door of the room he had been accorded, his Aunt Bertha had crossed her arms and fixed upon him a gorgon's gaze while crumbs flaked and fluttered from his lips and he sat aghast upon his bed.
Not for long, however, did he maintain that posture. Being a slim lad and easily handled, his aunt had him up in a trice with a strong hand beneath his elbow the while that three quarters of the second tart remained clutched in his hand.
'Eat it, Sidney!' she had instructed to his surprise, though the latter sensation was the greater, for she then bent him over, unbuttoned his trousers and allowed them to fall.-'I said, EAT!' she commanded in a grim tone, whereat Sidney gulpingly but doubtfully essayed another bite while being doubled over in the strong grip of her arm.
What then followed was something that Sidney could never forget. Too timid and awestruck to rise-whatever happened, he had his shirt raised and his limp penis grasped in one hand while another smacked his bare buttocks heartily and a voice again exhorted him, 'Eat, you greedy little beast!'
'GOO-AAARGH!' Sidney not unnaturally choked through sticky jam and pastry flakes, a few of which dropped small offerings of snow upon the floor.
'You are getting your punishment for greediness, Sidney', was said placably, the words being accompanied by another bum-burning SMACK! in counterpoint to the unutterable sensations which attended upon him as his penis began extending itself outwards and upwards in his aunt's steadily-urging palm.
Sidney then began the process of blubbering, eating and choking with stinging pain and excitement all at once. He jerked, he wriggled, but there was no escape. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! came the hand against his exposed and ever-ruddier bottom while his foreskin was artfully rubbed back and forth until Sidney felt as if encompassed in blinding light and heat and was heard to be gasping and whining even as he succeeded in forcing down the last of the once-cherished tart.
His aunt appeared to know all the signs, however, and- bringing him upright with his knickerbockers ringed about his ankles-turned him about, frog-marched him to his bed and there caused him to flounder down unceremoniously upon his back with his stung bottom jerking and his cock pointing ceiling wards.
'Little beast!' his aunt thereupon uttered and to his uttermost amazement, upped her skirts, mounted the bed in reverse to him, and plumped her knickered bottom full over his face whereat-leaning forward-she commenced frigging his tool again.
Completely smothered by the spreading cheeks of her bum, Sidney found his nose pinched between them and various heady aromas flooding his nostrils and mouth. He could hardly breathe. His hips jittered with every stroke of her hand up and down his distended young prick. The effluvia which were clouding over his hot, smothered face grew stronger. His aunt's hips had shifted backwards slightly so that a wad of curls impressed itself on his mouth through the crotch of her drawers. Through the cotton he could feel the lips of her puffy slit impressing themselves on his own.
An acrid moisture stung his tongue-a trickle ensued, issuing through the material, and Sidney knew haplessly that his aunt was weeing gently into his mouth. Then, feeling the root of his prick grasped, his knob was enclosed between her lips, whereat she began to suck… Long moments afterwards, Sidney had lain limp as a rag doll while his aunt lifted her heavy buttocks from his face and rose, wiping the remnants of his salty effusion from her mouth.
'Remain as you are, Sidney; I will attend to you later again', had been said, and then she had gone out, locking the door behind her.
Thereafter his Aunt Bertha had taken charge of Sidney and in a manner which was seemingly approved. Upon her arrival at his own house, his Mama-Bertha's sister-would frequently sit with her back to the pair as if she were communing with nature through the glass of the French doors that led out on to a flagged path. Not daring to move, Sidney would find himself accompanied on the sofa by his aunt who would begin to unbutton his trousers until finally his cock lolled like a sleeping bird upon her palm.
'Are you seeing to Sidney today?' would come the voice of his Mama, her head never turning in their direction.
'If I may, dear'.
'Of course. Take him up. Do not be overlong. We have so much to talk of, would come the languid reply, whereat Sidney-whose prick had already begun to erect with tremulous excitement-would be led upstairs by it, his aunt offering him no preliminaries. Closing the door she would up her dress and place herself in such a posture as pleased her, whether on her back with her legs in the air or her noble bottom offered to his tool.
Whichever orifice was offered, Sidney knew better than not to attend to it with his quivering cock immediately and would take the plunge with great fervour and much wonderment, for his aunt frequently said not a word at such times, having long trained and exhorted him not to come until she uttered the words, 'NOW, Sidney!'
Bursting at his knob as he might be, Sidney had good cause to with-hold his injectory passion until so commanded, for she would otherwise spank him afterwards, his shamed howls reaching far downstairs to where his Mama's crochet needle or knitting sticks worked calmly. Having expelled his juices to the satisfaction of his aunt-whether up her bottom or in her slit-Sidney would be left to 'rest'- and so commanded to do-while she returned downstairs, unconcernedly permitting fragments of conversation to rise up to him.
'Oh yes, he was good today'-or, 'His stamina was poor, Edith, he must be fed more oysters and made to drink more milk', would be heard.
'You are good to exercise him, dear', might come the reply, leaving Sidney in much wonderment as to the world of women, for on such occasions as when he had endeavoured to kiss his Mama upon the mouth, she always averted her lips, frequently saying in an admonishing tone, 'Oh no, Sidney, how naughty!' while her heavy titties would bulge alluringly to his chest.
There were other occasions when all was different, and Sidney remembered those no less vividly. Just prior to his aunt's announced visit, his Mama would go upstairs and return wearing naught save for a filmy peignoir and a black corset that covered only her midriff and left both her breasts and her pubic mound uncovered. Stockings and bootees would finish off the plump curves of her legs whose flashing thighs Sidney could distinctly see when she sat down, sometimes letting the sides of her frail garment slip completely away and at others veiling herself as if by afterthought.
It may be appreciated that Sidney's pego was in a fervent state by the time that his aunt arrived, even though his Mama studiously ignored him and-if he shifted about overmuch-merely told him to be a good boy and learn his lessons, the which (Sidney felt) he really had, though not in a manner that a more bookish educationist might have taught him. The manner in which his Mama frequently stirred her bottom, and the fact that he could see its ample cheeks naked through the gauzy material, caused him considerable palpitations in every part of his young person.
As has been said, however, these febrile exhibitions of arousal went unremarked and seemingly unnoticed. Upon his aunt's arrival-she sweeping into the drawing room and removing hat and gloves with great elan-his Mama might say, 'Sidney needs seeing to, my dear'.
'Yes, of course. I will take him up', the cooing reply would come, but thereat his Mama would rise and shake her loosened hair all about and let her large, firm gourds wobble deliciously so that Sidney could see the brown nipples impressing their own visible condition through her peignoir.
'Will you not come up and speak with me first? Let us talk of old times', his Mama would say. And Sidney, being conscious of all this and that it had happened before, would hear his aunt reply, 'Why, of course, my love-let us. Do you remember that afternoon in the summerhouse when… Sidney! Go upstairs and wait!'
Permitting his eyes to roam for a last moment at the voluptuous vision afforded him, Sidney would draggingly retire and, upon reaching his room, would hear the merry ascent of his Mama and his aunt and then their entry into his mother's boudoir. At that, Sidney would undress in readiness, for he knew he was meant to and must. His cock a-quiver he would men, by keeping his door furtively ajar, hear such noises as were comparable to those that Ethel had heard. Indeed, he learned many naughty words in this way, though none concerned him directly and nor was he ever mentioned.
Three quarters of an hour might pass thus while his cock tingled and throbbed as he tried to envisage what might be passing. Then-footsteps! Ah his heart would pound the faster and he would close his door and retreat to the waiting bed, standing by it as was ordered of him on such occasions.
And it was on such occasions that his aunt would enter, naked, much more agitatedly and voluble than on the others.-'Quickly, Sidney-oh, I must have it! Pestle me, I me, do it to me, OH! OH, she is so… '
But to Sidney's frustration his aunt had never completed mat sentence albeit that she must have uttered it a score of times and more. Indeed, once his cock was lodged in her exceedingly sticky nest, he would work on her with much excited agitation on his part, though ever conscious that he must not impel his lubricious spendings into her cosy maw until commanded to so do. Squirming on her belly, with her big firm tits bumping and wobbling under his mouth, he would thresh as slowly as his ardour allowed or as her desires demanded.
'Faster, you young beast!' his aunt would frequently exhort him after a long two or three minutes of exquisite delving in and out of her slimy quim. Sidney would pant men and raise himself up, flashing his loins faster and gasping loudly until he was permitted to sperm her in one heavenly rush. Having his back to the door on such occasions, Sidney would often feel that he was being watched, but could never be sure of it and did not dare to turn his head. In any event, the pallor and exhaustion brought upon him by his aunt's greedily-sucking slit always caused him to collapse breathlessly upon her while she, clawing at his buttocks, would hold him in until she had produced the last droplet from his embedded knob.
Sometimes, but rarely, Sidney had been paraded, and then he knew he was being watched. It was always on occasions when his aunt had been in his Mama's room first, and he knew it was about to happen by the slower pace of her footsteps. Judging them so, and with pulses pounding, Sidney would stand upright and naked with his pego erect. Always upon the entry of his aunt then, he would see that she was carrying a pair of drawers and a long glass flask.
'Your back to me!' she would instruct.
No sooner had Sidney turned than the opened drawers would envelope his head right down to his neck. They were always black ones and he could not see through them. He knew they had been worn for they were warm and the effluvia within, at the crotch (which was dipped into his mouth by his aunt's forefinger) was subtly different to hers. Then, with a start that he could never suppress, and while keeping his arms dutifully straight down at his sides, Sidney would feel the mouth of the flask slid down over his straining cock until the cold rim nestled above the root thereof, some several inches being left between his knob and the base of the bottle.
Worse was always to follow, though, for an oiled finger would then insert itself up into his bottomhole-the which would always make him grit his teeth at first-and begin to work back and forth, affording him sensations that at first he did not think were possible.
'Come on now, Sidney', his aunt's voice would come coaxingly in his ear, and at that the door would squeak as if someone else had entered and was watching.-'Suck, Sidney', would then be said, and he would draw on the juiciness at the crotch of the enveloping drawers, enfolded in darkness as he was and experiencing joyously the admixture of muskiness, acridity and exquisite, secretive femininity that he could taste, and which for Sidney was the headiest of brews.
'He comes more with yours-watch', he heard his aunt say once, but there coming no reply nor sound of further movement, Sidney was unsure as to whether her words were merely intended to tease him or not. Sometimes he would begin to blubber-albeit pleasurably-much as a girl does when so attended to, and indeed to his aunt's soothing, encouraging fingers that also pressed against his buttocks, the nether part of his lithe young person felt as smooth as did that of a female.
The more his aunt's digit moved within him, the more Sidney drew upon the perfumed and pungent drawers and the more his cock thrummed, causing the flask to dance and jitter.
'Would you like a nice plump bottom to plunge it into, you bad boy?' his aunt might ask, therewith tickling his balls with her free hand.
Stammering, incoherent breathless sounds would then come from beneath the face-shielding drawers. Despite himself, Sidney's hips would begin to work in unison with the urging of that wicked finger whose prepared oiliness made its passage so much easier.
'Bubble bubble, toil and pleasure, Sidney, come on!' he would hear, and then within seconds and with a girlish whine he would emit his globs and jets into the receptive flask while a soft laugh of victory would be heard, and his aunt perhaps asking, 'Can you see? Oh, look, another spout! The oysters have done him good!'
Poor Sidney-poor happy, wondering, anguished Sidney, his knees would commence to buckle then, but there was no reprieve for him until his aunt was satisfied that he had expended every drop, her drawn-in finger proving the master of him all the time.
Sidney had heard once a soft 'AH!' that was not his aunt's voice as the finger at last came out and he was permitted to droop to the floor where he was left thus, a departure taking place and the door being closed upon him.
'I am left to my misery', Sidney would tell himself dolefully while removing both the flask and the drawers. Even so, and at the age of but seventeen then, he sensed a great hypocrisy in himself, for he knew it was all thoroughly enjoyable so long as he was firmly handled.
How Edwina could have divined this, he did not understand, for scarcely had his fiance departed with her stepfather and Miss Martin than he was cooingly invited up to his hostess's room which was lavishly furnished in the most fetching feminine taste with a huge four-poster bed, prettily draped, and a dressing table that glittered with numerous silver-topped flasks of many colours of glass, together with pots of unguents and pomades.
'My maid is indisposed, Sidney, and I desire to change. Pray help me', uttered Edwina, seating herself on a stool in front of all the cosmetic delights and thus presenting her reflected image to him.
'I-er… ' Sidney began in some astonishment, but used as he was by then to obeying women, he cast a single glance over his shoulder towards the door and then let his hands flutter uncertainly.
'Undo the hooks and eyes first at the back, Sidney', commanded Edwina who-as is known-had read his character easily enough. Tilting back her head, she caused her mammalian beauties to thrust forth the more while the back of her gown parted under the agile seeking of his fingers. All down her back Sidney released the little hooks from their catchments, at which Edwina caught the loose sides coyly while gazing into his own eyes in the mirror.- “Wait now, Sidney', she uttered, using a phrase that was exceedingly familiar to him.
Running the tip of his tongue nervously over his lips, Sidney unbent and watched compulsively as his hostess slowly lowered the top of her gown and let the sides fall away until her large breasts with their conical brown nipples displayed themselves blatantly to his hot stare. Reaching both hands back over her shoulders, Edwina then sought his and drew them down until his palms were enabled to cup the glossy gourds of which Edwina was exceedingly proud.
'Sidney, do you play with yourself?' she asked softly, causing him to gurgle the while that her nipples tingled to his palms.
'No', he croaked truthfully enough, for several things had changed now and each night in bed at home his wrists were secured behind his back and a leather sheath lowered and fastened around his stiff member.
'You do, Sidney, but there is no need for it any more, is there?' Edwina wheedled. Placing her hands over his own, she swung slowly around and so kept him in charge of her heavy gourds while her eyes gazed duskily up into his and her knees inserted themselves between his legs.
Sidney, who would rather have been told than asked, shook his head uncertainly.
'Annette is nice to you, is she not? Does she play with your cock, suck it perhaps, take up her slit and into her bottom?'
'N… no, never, she is g… g… good', stammered Sidney, though his aunt had cautioned him about using 'good' and 'bad' in matters of amourous conflict, for she said they were nonsense words.
'Ah, yes, indeed, I feared as much, but no matter for you are now in more willing hands, Sidney. What good will a frigid maiden be to you in bed if she does not buck her bottom to you? And what do we have here, eh?' continued Edwina, unbuttoning Sidney rapidly and bringing to light a penis that was already evoking interest by increasing in length and girth.
'OOOH-AH!' ejaculated Sidney for in that moment two things occurred, the first being that Edwina bent her head and drew the helmet of his pego into her mouth, and the second that Caroline entered attired in no more than her stockings.
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