Eroticon Heat

by J. P. Spencer

  His shaft was buried deeper. No doubt he found her exquisitely tight. My eyes were everywhere. I drank in the lewdness of their posture. Exposed by the upward folding of her legs, Mary's bottomhole showed its rosy, crinkled appeal. I longed to finger it, but desisted. This, I thought, was so often how I looked - exposed and docile and yet with flames of desire within.

  A gurgling cry sounded from Mary. No longer able to resist, John had lodged his Cock Robin full within her furry nest whose perimeter ringed his root and clung to it as a baby clings to a finger.

  'Miss, Oh! She's tight! What a glorious slit!'

  'Have her, John - she needs it. Thrust slow and deep. Bring your knob to the rim and push right in again.'

  I was beside myself with pleasure. Casting myself again upon Mary I renewed my kisses. This time she responded. Her breath panted in my mouth. Her tongue dared coil about my own.

  'Oh! It's lovely!'

  The lickings of her tongue in my mouth became lecherous. John bucked his loins, treating her to a rare shafting. His prick in its emerging glistened with her juices.

  I opened her dress. Between us we toyed with her bubbies. John sucked upon one nipple, I upon the other. They rose in hard peaks between our lips. Her joy was delirious. I knew her pleasure. There would be others: I was minded to entertain myself more often now like this. The gates of freedom were once more flung wide open.

  'Faster, John! Let her feel it! Is it nice, Mary? Do you like it?'

  'Oh, Miss, m'am, yes! He's got such a big one...'

  'I know, Mary. Work your bottom now, for he is going to flood you.'

  'Oh! I want it! Make him spill his juice! AH! It's lovely!'

  Her head hung back. I leaned up. She was a perfect picture of lustful pleasure, her eyelashes fluttering, a high flush of pleasure on her cheeks. I had judged well. The faint squelching of John's more vigorous thrusting sounded. His balls whacked against her bottom in their joy. His eyeballs bulged. He was well at the peak now. With a giant shudder he collapsed upon her and worked frenetically. Jumping up I took again my grandstand position, kneeling beside them. Hugging him closely with her crossed legs, Mary duly wriggled her bottom. Its rosy orifice opened and closed perpetually like a tiny mouth. She was coming, I could tell. Panting they absorbed each other's tongues. A fine froth appeared around the lips of her slit. The big vein in John's member throbbed, ejecting its juice. In but seconds it was as if she had been lathered with soap.

  Heaving their last, they clung together. Ecstasy plainly showed on their faces. Thus I let them rest for a long moment. John's doughty tool would still be bubbling out its last strings of come, I knew. She would feel each one. Her pleasure would be doubled.

  'Go to your quarters first, Mary, and tidy up. You shall have more of the same before long.'

  'Thank you, m'am.'

  Cap and hair awry, her skirt much creased, she departed. John lingered of a purpose, I knew, to allow me to view his cock which lolled now over his breeches. His nostrils flared as I lay back on my bed and cast up my skirts. Lewdly I offered him the view between my thighs.

  'You shall be her stallion, John. Treat Mary well - she deserves it. I will let you have her again soon. How pretty to watch you both!'

  Taunting him so, I covered myself. A myriad ideas were spilling about in my brain. Even though I might not achieve all, I would do so with the greater part of them.

  'I'll do as you say, Miss - ever I will. And now if you wants a little pleasure...'

  He grinned and dangled his prick. The wetness - his own and Mary's - upon it made me feel lewd, but I desisted. The change in me puzzled him, but that was all to the good.

  'It shall be in service soon, John. There is yet another warm-bottomed maiden here who requires a good poke, though she does not know it. Perhaps I will appease you after that. We shall see. You must play your role well - that is all I ask of you.'

  The fellow's eyes grew large. I detailed my plan - or such of it as I had hastily thought out. It was crude, but with a little manipulation could become more devious.

  'And there won't be no trouble or shouting about it, Miss?'

  'You have my word on it. She is ripe for pillaging, John, and who knows, may give you equally as much pleasure as Mary. Think carefully that your every move must be as I say. I shall tell you more later.'

  'Yes, Miss.'

  'Go quickly, John, for my cousin will return soon.'

  I was correct in any event in my forecast. Ten minutes later I heard the horses enter the stable, and hurried down. Emma's cheeks were aglow with her ride. She looked quite fetching in her riding dress and three-cornered hat, though her expression had the faintly doltish and dull look that I had come to expect of her.

  'You must bathe after your exercise. Would you like me to attend to you?'

  'Oh, I think not, really.'

  She looked confused by my suggestion, yet must have undressed before many another young female before. I overrode her and led her upstairs. Sippett filled the bath at my call. Helping Emma to remove her clothes, I arrayed a robe about her. She had a pleasing figure, her breasts and bottom quite beautiful. Her skin was as smooth as milk.

  'Eveline, there is no need!'

  'Nonsense. Are you not our guest? I must look after you.'

  I led her from her room toward the bathroom. The tie of her robe having been left deliberately loose I fingered the waistband at the back so delicately that she did not feel the motion. Precisely at that moment John descended to our floor. Emma's robe flew open. She gave a little shriek and endeavoured to cover herself while I in my apparent solicitude only served to ensure that John had a full view of her naked charms.

  'Oh my goodness, Emma, how naughty of you!' Pretending shock, I bustled her into the bathroom. For a moment she appeared quite speechless.

  'The horrid fellow, he stared at me!'

  'Really, Emma, how you displayed yourself! The poor fellow will be quite beside himself. You are a perfect little beauty, you know.'

  'Ah, Eveline, I did not intend it! You surely could not think so!'

  I arranged my features in an expression that implied neither belief nor disbelief. Assisting her into the bath I allowed my hand to linger for a moment under her bottom. She gave a slight twitch and a jerk. My fingertips had eased beneath her slit and then withdrawn so quickly that the gesture was seen as an accident.

  'Such things happen, Emma, sometimes for the best, sometimes not. London is a very excitable place.'

  'Oh! What do you mean?'

  I laughed. I bent over and kissed her mouth before she could say any more. Indeed I urged her not to. My ways were subtle. They implied that I knew more than I knew, and that Emma, too, did. How physically responsive she might be had already aroused my curiosity. In soaping her I teased her nipples wickedly. They rose splendidly.

  'Is it nice? The water, I mean.'

  'Oh, yes! But, Eveline...'

  'We shall not talk of it, my pet. We are both old enough to know certain things, are we not? John has been with us for years, of course. He is very strong and lusty, I believe. You will have put him in quite a lather, I'm sure.'

  I reached beneath her armpits and tickled her. She could not help but laugh.

  'He will not tell anyone, d'you think?'

  'Tell? Oh heavens no. He will guard such a glorious vision to himself. He will have fond dreams, I feel certain. Can you blame him? You are truly lovely. Would that I have curves such as yours. Get out and let me dry you now.'

  She obeyed. Under the power of my flattery she was lost for words. The towel passed between her thighs. She blushed and would have started away. I bid her be still or the drying would take too long. Couched beneath the towel my forefinger moved persuasively around her slit the while that I also rubbed her bottom. Her knees trembled. A sigh escaped her. As if by chance my finger slipped out beyond the towel and tasted the moist lips of her quim. She started and clutched me. There was a glazed look in her eyes. Her nipples pointed on her snowy mound
s. I dried her breasts delicately, passing my fingers persuasively over the tips while - as if to steady her - I cupped her bottom.

  'Such beauty! You must be one of the loveliest girls in London now. I will toast your beauty - I do declare it. Put your gown on and I will bring champagne.'

  'Oh, Eveline, how silly you are!'

  Clearly she had never been so flattered. I flattered myself rather at the role I had played. The subtle titillations of my fingers had been prolonged rather more than I have described. I had tuned her like a fine violin. Her bottom wriggled pleasingly beneath her thin gown as I led her back to her room.

  'Do not dress yet, for you will become overheated. I shall be but a moment.'

  The door closed. The corridor was empty save for John who appeared exactly as I wished.

  'You are ready, John?'

  'Never more, Miss. Cock Robin has really perked up. Suppose she makes a screaming of it?'

  'Then I shall come in - but she will not. Her cunny is warm and moist and just ready for your plunger. Ram her quickly - embed it, and hold it in so she can feel its throbbing. Then give it to her. Your needs must finish quickly.'

  I passed my hand around the big rod within his breeches. It was as stiff as if Mary had never entertained it. John was within in a flash. A screech sounded. It was quickly muffled. A threshing sound came to my ears. I leaned against the door and prayed that no one would ascend or descend. A sobbing, a moaning, and then a silence. The bed creaked from within. John's groans of pleasure sounded.

  'AH!'

  It was a cry from Emma that was neither one of dismay nor pleasure, but rather of surprise. John must have creamed her to the full. I would have given much to have been a fly upon the wall. Warm and soft as she was from the bath, her secret pleasure must have been intense, much as she apparently wriggled in John's grasp, as I later learned. Slippery as a fish and yet yielding in great part to the piston of pleasure, she succeeded in moments in drawing forth his sperm.

  I coughed. It was the signal to John to uncork himself. The fellow had never had a quicker bout. Even as I opened the door, pretending alarm, he rushed past me.

  'John, what is happening!'

  'I dares not tell you, Miss. Oh, what a temptress that one is!'

  I entered and closed the door. Emma lay upon the bed in a seeming daze, her robe rucked about her waist. Seeing me she gave a start and turned her back on me. Sobs exploded from her throat.

  'Oh, Emma! What have you done!'

  'He m... m... made me! Oh, Eveline!'

  I slithered upon the bed. I gathered her to me. Resisting, she kept her back to me, her face hid.

  'You bad girl! Oh! But you are all wet! Did you let him?' My fingers were sticky with John's sperm which was running even now down the insides of her thighs.

  'Eveline - you will never believe me!'

  I turned her at last and kissed her mouth. My hand fondled her bottom and sought the groove. She made little resistance as I caressed her. My fingers sought her cleft and cupped it. It throbbed like a small bird. She had come, I guessed, and was ready to do so again.

  'No one shall know. I can scarce blame either of you, Emma.'

  'Oh, but...'

  'Let me make you dry. How wet has he made you. Was it big?'

  'AH, EVELINE! OOOH!'

  The briefest flirtings of my fingertips about her clitoris and her legs straightened, her eyes rolling. I knew the signs. I captured her lax mouth as if comforting her. Our tongues licked together. Quivering, she released her spilling treasure on my palm in liquid drops and then lay inert.

  I kissed her brow and soothed her hair. In a moment she clung to me, trembling in the aftermath. As one soothing a child I moved my fingers back and forth beneath her slit. The puffiness of the lips displayed her pleasure. I rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes were vacant - a look of stupidity in them.

  'How wicked you make me feel!'

  The words were mine. The thought, perhaps, was hers.

  Mary knew nothing of John's adventure. I decided not to apprise her of it. Though he was fifteen years her senior, they made an excellent pair. I was fond of them.

  After dinner that evening Emma retired to play the piano in the music room. She was clearly nervous and blushed openly at the sight of John when he served the wine. He for his part was sufficiently discreet to avoid her eyes.

  My uncle contrived to sit next to me. Several times his hand passed across my thigh as if by chance beneath the tablecloth. I afforded him a faint smile each time he did so.

  'Did you make purchases with your cousin today, Eveline?'

  'Yes, Uncle. We ordered some fine boots and some delicate underclothing. Tomorrow we shall order gowns and dresses. We had an excellent day, did we not, Emma?'

  'Oh yes.'

  A foolish smile crossed her features. Certain that my words had completely exonerated her she recovered her spirits sufficiently to partake of several glasses of wine. My uncle meanwhile had furtively discovered the breadth and tightness of my garters through my skirt. I excused myself as soon as it was possible to do so. On the first landing upstairs he accosted me.

  'You will both look pretty indeed in your new finery - especially your underclothing.'

  'It is of the briefest nature - a new style of waist corset, quite small and pretty. I fear you are unlikely to see me in that, uncle.'

  There was no one about. His arm encompassed my waist.

  'Would that I could. Your figure is splendid. Did you not order pretty drawers as well to go with your corsets?'

  'The mode is not to wear them. The corsets are for private occasions, simply to pretty ourselves.'

  'Beneath your nightgowns and with your stockings on, perhaps?'

  'Perhaps. You must think me very immodest to mention it.'

  'One should know all that a young lady wears, dear niece.'

  His encompassing hand, slipping upwards, dared to fondle my breast. Attired as I was only in a close-fitting velvet gown, the nipple was distinctly felt against his finger. His face took on a puffy look.

  'How I have longed to kiss you! My goodness, how you have grown!'

  'For shame!' I murmured, for in so saying he had pressed me to the wall, slid his fingers down into my corsage and pressed his mouth upon my own. The satin skin of my breasts came immediately to his seeking touch. A penis of quite remarkable proportions erected itself beneath his breeches. I allowed my belly to move against it.

  'You have such a big key in your pocket, uncle.'

  'One for which I needs must find the proper hole, my love.'

  Our tongues touched. I allowed my lips to part as if in surprise. My knuckles brushed his member.

  'Do you know where the hole is?'

  'Yes, but it were best that I showed you in your boudoir, Eveline.'

  'Would it not be improper? I have no chaperone.'

  My objections were overcome by simple means of propelling me by my waist within. In another man it would have been gallantry. In my uncle it was boorishness. But a plan was forming in my mind. Unwittingly he had given me the opening. I intended to see it through.

  A girlish cry escaped me. I was carried to my bed and laid there. In a trice my skirt was cast up. His eyes glowed at the treasures he revealed. Smothering me with kisses he endeavoured to part my thighs. I resisted. My resistance served only to whet his appetite the more. Falling to his knees he pressed his mouth upon my bared thighs. With a great pretence of modesty I made to cover my slit with the folds of my skirt. It was swept away. My thighs were moist with the lubrications of his mouth.

  'Let me see it but a moment! Ah, what pretty, pouting lips, what curls!'

  I uttered a shriek that I was careful enough to muffle with my hand.

  'Ah, uncle, you dare not put your key in there!'

  He endeavoured to part my thighs wider, to kiss my love-mouth. I resisted. I kicked. I put up a fine display of modesty. He rose and came upon me. I applied my lips to his own and permitted him to suck my tongue.
His member, imprisoned still within his breeches, thrummed against my legs.

  'Hold it but for a moment!'

  I pretended a helpless excitement. My hand was drawn down between us. Released, his penis stuck up like a huge cucumber in my palm. The thought of emptying its juice delighted me, but my plans then would have been put at hindrance. Finding my palm receptive he commenced to caress my vagina in a somewhat crude and unlearned manner.

  'How big it is - how thick! OH! Emma was right!'

  'Emma?'

  His astonishment was profound. I accompanied my words by rubbing it gently. The veins pulsed. The knob was at least as big as John's. I passed my thumb about its velvety head. A groan escaped him. Our kisses ceased. My expression told of great dismay.

  'Oh, how indiscreet I am! Only pretend that you did not hear me say that.'

  'What little devils you must both be! I had no idea! Come, let me slip it within!'

  'NO! Oh, you dare not - I shall scream!'

  'Kiss me and rub it then - only that.'

  'Very well, but you are very wicked. I did not suspect it of you.'

  The skilful movements of my fingers brought him almost too soon to the peak of ecstasy. He uncovered my breasts. His lips lavished themselves upon the snowy orbs. He buried his mouth between the jellied delights. Had he made haste to mount me then I could not have resisted. The lips of my slit pouted for pleasure. Their oiliness exuded on his fingers.

  I moaned fretfully, tossing my head from side to side, but ever keeping my thighs as close together as possible despite his efforts to insert his knee between them. I rubbed faster. The throbbing in his tool became profound.

  'Of what did she speak? Tell me?'

  I thrust my tongue in his mouth as if overcome by excitement.

  His thumb had by chance rather than design encountered my clitoris. I clipped my thighs together, imprisoning his hand, and squirmed my bottom. A delicious sensation overtook me.

  'That you have a big thing in your breeches.'

  'AH! Oh God, rub faster! I am coming! Open your legs, I beseech you!'

  My dalliances had not been for nothing. I knew precisely when to judge the moment. A mere second or two passed and then he began to erupt. The first fountain of warm thick gruel spurted over my fingers. I splayed my thighs. It was too late for him to sheathe it now within me. Shuddering with delight, he rolled upon my belly. I worked it against his frothing tool, clamping his legs with my stockinged thighs so that in the electric thrills of bliss he could neither move up nor down. The jets from his knob flooded my curls.