Eroticon Heat

by J. P. Spencer

  'Ah, to do it in you!'

  I did not answer, but made a mewing sound as if my pleasure were answering his.

  'Do not tell Emma what I have said!'

  'You devils! What delights! AH!'

  He was almost fully spent, the amount of his sperm was considerable. It flooded my belly with a thick film. I rocked and jerked, holding him until the last drop.

  'What have you done to me? Oh, what wetness! Get off - I must dry myself, my stockings will be ruined, and my dress!'

  'What matters? I shall buy you a dozen more!'

  'You will have need to, you naughty man, if you do this to poor Eveline again. Please, you must go. It would be terrible if we were discovered now. I must change my clothes before the others see me! Oh, what a horrid thing to do! Does it always come out like that?'

  My uncle grinned and rose. I appeared to have enacted my part well. He believed himself the initiator.

  'Better that it had been in your hole and then not a drop would have been spilled. It is the true key to pleasure, Eveline.'

  I got up and lowered my dress. I was in a veritable bath of his sperm. His cock lolled thickly. I put my hand to my mouth and eyed it as if I had never seen one before.

  'Oh! It has grown smaller! Is it always so?'

  'For but a little while. Your charms would soon enflame it again. Come, finger it a little and you will see magic. It will grow once more in your sweet palm.'

  He made to seize my wrist but I withdrew. I bid him again to hasten unless we were discovered. With great reluctance he concealed it and fastened his breeches. At the door I gave him the tenderest of kisses.

  'Shall we play our little game again, Eveline?'

  'Perhaps. You have got me quite in a fluster with that big thing of yours. Surely it would not go right in us? I mean, in me.'

  'Every inch, my pet. Will you lock your door tonight?'

  'I must. Papa often comes to test it lest vagabonds or burglars enter the house.'

  I gave him my most demure smile. Little could he have guessed the workings of my mind. I intended to enjoy his cock to the full, but in my own way. A final kiss, a tremulous touching of my tongue to his and he was gone.

  Papa engaged him immediately in a game of billiards downstairs. I hastened to join Emma who was quite alone. Bringing wine and glasses I encouraged her to make merry a little.

  'What have you been doing?' she asked me curiously.

  'I was conversing with your papa. He is a very affectionate man. My goodness, he insisted upon kissing me for looking after your needs today. He is very robust in his manner, is he not?'

  'Yes, I suppose. Did he kiss you much, then?'

  She gave a little toss of her head and looked a trifle put out.

  'But twice, silly - like this.'

  I bent over her and planted my lips upon her own. Mischievously I allowed them to linger. She blushed and jerked her face away.

  'Eveline, you are so impetuous!'

  'And you. Did you not enjoy it today?'

  She knew what I meant. My forwardness was such that I made it appear to be encouraged by her own.

  At eleven I joined Papa in his room, having locked my own beforehand in case my uncle ventured the door. I wore an air of mingled concern and excitement. My plan was such that I intended not to involve John lest Papa take a turn against him.

  Emma and I had foolishly, I said, taken a turn about the park on our own that day. We had been set upon by ruffians who had at first endeavoured to seize my purse. We had fled - Emma in one direction, I in the other. I had sought passers-by but there were none - only vagabonds who lay upon the grass and jeered at my calls for assistance. Neither was there a bobby to be found. Distraught, I had returned to the scene whence Emma had parted from me and found her lying upon the grass, her skirts quite up.

  'She had been rudely assaulted, Papa - or so she avowed. There were distinct stains of sperm upon her stockings. Her bodice was open.'

  'Good heavens, Eveline! The fellows mounted her?'

  'But one. The other, by her account, stood by, his member quivering with lust. But before he could take his turn there came an interruption and they fled.'

  'Poor Emma! Did she suffer much?'

  'Not perhaps so much as I would have done, Papa. Indeed, she afterwards seemed rather more composed about the matter than I would have thought. It seems she has been a little deprived of such attentions of late.'

  'What a remarkable event! And yet she seemed so composed at dinner.'

  'She has learned to dissimulate well, Papa. Do you not think Emma sly? Should she not be punished for it?'

  His eyes gleamed. 'A light birching would do her no harm, Eveline. I am sure that Edward would give her as much if he knew.'

  'And even more perhaps. Emma deserves a lesson, I am sure. I assisted her in her bath today. Her figure is quite exquisite - the roundest of bottoms. A little humiliation will prepare her for a stiff result, I feel certain.'

  My meaning did not escape him.

  'Dearest Papa, we shall be discreet, shall we not? In the morning I will apprise her that I felt guilty in your presence and that you forced a confession from me. She will have to choose, I will say, between yourself or her father. I shall swear to her that you have the lighter hand. At eleven in the morning, Papa. I shall have her in my boudoir. You may surprise us there. You will make pretence of smacking me soundly first.'

  I expanded my plan. My ingenuity pleased me no less than it did Papa.

  By dint of persuading Emma that she must try on some of my dresses I gained her presence in my boudoir the next morning. Bubbling with pretended excitement, I spoke of what had passed between her and John. I chose a moment when we had both divested ourselves to our chemises and stockings.

  'The rude fellow forced me.'

  'Sugar me if you did not entice him a little, did you not? What charms you offered to his view! Such temptations, my pet, your breasts, your thighs, your bottom and your sweet mouth offer.'

  Before she could speak I had cast her down half beneath me on the bed. The memory of my caresses in the bathroom had not entirely left her. The same look of foolishness entered her features that I was to learn betokened a sly form of surrender. My hand encountered the silky flesh of her thighs. I cast the hem of her chemise up.

  'What a lovely white belly you have! What a plump treasure between your thighs! Your little garden there needs much watering, does it not?'

  'Oh, Eveline!'

  She giggled foolishly. I began to caress her. The petals of her slit grew moist to my fingers. Our mouths met. I passed my hand full beneath her and felt the roundness of her bottom.

  'Kiss me and hold me, Emma, for I have a terrible confession to make!'

  She would have started up but I held her down. I allowed my voice to break a little while suavely rubbing my stockinged knee against her vagina. Her face grew puffy, her eyes wide as she listened. I could not help but tell Papa, I explained. He had forced the issue from me. I sought her mouth, beseeching her kisses of forgiveness. Despite herself she could not help but keep her thighs open to the excited rubbing of my rounded knee.

  It was at that moment that Papa chose to enter.

  His face was stern. In his hand he held a short birch, at the sight of which - and the thought of her uncovered treasures - Emma uttered a wild shriek and rolled over from beneath me, hiding her face.

  The posture was exactly as I had wanted. Papa had been well rehearsed. He had sought Emma first in her room, he said. Now he had come upon a scene of depravity no less than that which had evidently passed the day before. I assumed tears and pleadings. Emma concealed her burning face deeper in the pillow, her inviting buttocks well upturned for his attentions. Out of sight of her I laid myself over the arm of a chair and with the utmost timidity in my voice invited Papa not to spare either of us for our wickedness.

  'You confess your sinfulness then, Eveline?'

  'Yes, Papa.'

  I affected a short cry as his h
and made noisy contact with the leather arm of the chair.

  'You have seen what you told me you had seen yesterday? Even as I have now come upon you in the most libertine of embraces?'

  'Papa! Oh, Papa, yes, but pray do not make me speak for dear Emma!'

  I uttered further pretended cries as a loud swishing and smacking was heard. The birch made as fine a noise upon the leather as it would have done around my bottom. Then with an audible sound of satisfaction, Papa announced that I might leave and wait in Emma's room while he dealt with her in turn.

  Sobbing in a manner that could not but deceive her, I threw on my robe while Papa approached the recumbent Emma whose bottom cheeks offered their perfect roundness to his view. The carpet being thick, I went and opened the door and closed it again as if announcing my departure. Then as silently as I had performed this little trick I returned to Papa's side. I risked all if Emma turned her face, but I knew well that she would not meet his eyes.

  'You will remain exactly as you are, Emma.'

  Papa's voice was one of great solemnity. His hand wandered slowly, as if in prior inspection, over her bottom cheeks. Emma gave a start and then relaxed in a posture of helplessness. Papa's fingers assumed a distinctly cupping position beneath the bulging half-moons. Motioning me to move with him he took then her legs and moved her around so that her legs dangled over the edge of the bed.

  'At the first stroke of the birch you will commence the confession of your sins to me. I shall not desist until I am satisfied that I have learned all. Is it understood?'

  Emma's head moved in an indication of obedience. She was clearly too petrified to speak. Her very ears blushed as Lord L. raised her chemise higher in such wise as to uncover her bubbies. Retreating down again, his fingers once more brushed the bold satiny hillocks. Then without further warning the birch descended. Well-soaked as the twigs had been overnight, they caused no undue harshness but were as fine strands of leather.

  Emma gave a little yelp, though not such a loud one as I had feared. It was evidently not the first time that the birch had kissed her bare bottom. The pink traces left by the twigs gave me a considerable satisfaction. I was forced to hold my breath for long periods lest my rising excitement betray my presence.

  'Well, Emma?'

  Papa's tone was stern. There came no reply, though I guessed that my cousin would not long sustain her silence. I was right. At the second swish of the birch, which descended with a moderation that would have scarce scared a cat, Emma gave a hissing gasp.

  Her confused muttering of 'yes, yes,' was not the satisfactory response we sought. In another second the birch descended more smartly, causing her hips to jerk in the most alluring manner. It was indeed my own first sight of the effects of the birch. I found it not displeasing. It was a vista that must in thousands of errant young ladies have confronted as many disciplinary school mistresses, mamas and papas.

  Emma's stockings glistened up her legs, her thighs milk white above. In her posture her bottom cheeks thrust up provocatively. Beneath them a fringe of downy hairs and a peeping of lovelips were such as would have provoked many a cockstand.

  Papa's distended weapon twitched in his breeches. Standing as close as I dared, I caused my fingertips to brush up and down the concealed column as a ludicrous squeal of pretended pain broke from Emma. Her burning face was hid now in her hands. It suited me admirably. The velvety cheeks of her bottom blushed pinkly.

  'You played with his organ, Emma?'

  'Yes.' The whisper was hardly heard.

  'Continue, Emma, continue!'

  Lord L. cast down the birch and applied his palm to her bare posterior in a way which I thought to be relatively gentle but which, continuing rhythmically, caused Emma's bottom to gyrate rapidly. The plump cheeks quivered, closed and relaxed alternately. Their pinkness increased. The sight was delightful. Moving silently behind Papa I passed one arm about his waist and commenced to loosen the buttons against which his weapon pressed. In a moment the ruby head surmounting the thick column of manhood passed between my fingers and emerged in all its girth.

  Emma's hysterical attempts to offer a facade of fear had reduced themselves to a quiet sobbing. Her hypocrisy - which I had never doubted for a moment - did not affect the blatant immodesty of her posture as she suffered Papa's hand. Her thighs appeared to open slightly, betraying more of the moist cleft beneath her burning bottom.

  'OH! You hurt me, uncle!'

  Encouraged by my smoothing hand, Papa ceased to smack her and insinuated his fingers just beneath the pouting lips. 'Did he not toy with you so, Emma?'

  'Yes!'

  Her shoulders hunched themselves protectively at the rude invasion of Papa's forefinger which had urged within her slit. I knelt and drew his breeches down.

  Despite her efforts to remain coy and hesitant, she could no longer still the awakening fire which the spanking of Papa's hand had further kindled. Her bottom rotated. I pressed Papa gently forward until the engorged head of his lance hovered stiffly but an inch or two from the delicious portals.

  He withdrew his digit suddenly, leaving her like a fish out of water. I rose and stood perfectly still. In other circumstances she might have sensed my presence, but her senses were now aflame. A rippling tremor of her legs was visible as Papa bent over her. The fierce warm rod of his desire slid gently upwards in the groove of her bottom to rest in the indentation at the top of the valley. There was a muffled gasp from Emma which she did her best to conceal.

  'And in your sinfulness, my niece, you felt his wicked tool burning thus against your body?'

  'AH! Oh, no... AAAH! Yes!'

  'And you permitted it to enter, Emma? To enter the very lovelips which you had allowed him so lewdly to toy with?'

  A sob which I doubted not was real broke from her as Papa's hands slid beneath her recumbent form to cup the full melons of her breasts.

  'Caressing you thus, no doubt, did he not?'

  'Oh, uncle!'

  'Was it not so, Emma?'

  I could scarce wait for the amorous moment that was at hand. Prudence made me step back cautiously. Still caressing the pendant globes of her bubbies which had now begun to swell in response, Papa drew back a little until the purplish head of his stiff tool brushed the lips of her slit. I toyed with myself, experiencing ineffable thrills in watching.

  'Yes, yes - he put it in.'

  Emma's moan was a mingling of despair and sensuous surrender. Neither could wait any longer. With impudent desire her bottom pressed back a trifle. The bulbous nose entered the portals. The lips parted to receive it.

  'Right in, Emma?'

  'Yes! Ah yes, right in!'

  The sound that emerged from my cousin's mouth was one of undiluted pleasure as Papa slid his hands beneath her belly and drew her bottom back firmly. His mouth opened, his nostrils flared. He was enjoying her in the very sight of me. Urging his loins forward he sheathed the entire length of his penis in her moist love purse. In but a moment he was in her to his balls which, dangling beneath, pressed to the lower curve of her bottom.

  'Ah, Emma! How warm, how tight, my wanton niece!'

  Emma's bottom began to move back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts. The movement, at first gentle, quickened. Papa bent over her, fully obscuring her vision. Doubtless her tongue was in his mouth since her lips remained glued together. His hands groped her everywhere. Her bottom writhed with mounting delight. A small sluicing sound was apparent as his cock entered and reentered her quim. Suddenly his mouth broke from hers. He rose up, his knees remaining slightly bent. Seizing her hips his loins flashed faster. She received him at full speed.

  'Does it pleasure you, Emma?'

  She was all but speechless. I knew her condition. There are moments when even the lewdest words poured into one's ear are scarcely heard. Her fingers gripped the bedcovers tightly. It was as if she could scarce contain her breath. Then a whispered assent was heard.

  I hastened to the door. My fingers closed upon the handle and turne
d it with caution. It yielded. In a few moments Papa would no longer be able to control the onrush of the delirious moment. Even as I passed into the corridor and drew the door silently to I heard the panting gasps from both which signalled the approaching crises.

  I made swiftly to Emma's room and tidied myself. Within a quarter of an hour I heard Papa come out of my boudoir and pass along the corridor. Moments later I was within my room again. Emma lay upon the bed in a posture of total immodesty. I approached her quietly. Her breathing was so soft that I thought her asleep. I slid upon the bed. Her eyes opened and widened like those of a startled deer.

  'Oh, Eveline!'

  I waited for nothing. Skirt raised to my hips I allowed her burning hip to press against my belly. I seized her chin and gazed into her eyes with a solicitation and tenderness that I know well how to assume. I passed my hand as if enquiringly about her face. She stared up at me in total bewilderment.

  'Ah, Emma, my sweet, my love goddess!'

  She could not have but felt the utterance to be sincere. Her lips parted in childish wonder. My tongue protruded between them. It encountered her own. Fresh as she was from a fiercer, more commanding embrace, the softness of my caresses calmed her. My fingers encountered deep warmth and a thick, creamy moisture between her thighs. They trembled slightly but remained lax and apart.

  'Eveline! Oh, Eveline!'

  Her arms cast around me and drew me closer. I took advantage of her posture and moved upon her. My fingers toyed with great tenderness over the love-bedewed lips that peeped from her dusky nest.

  'Who could resist you, Emma? You are a true goddess of love - a wanton who has found her throne.'

  'You know?'

  Her voice quavered. Her eyes searched mine with a wildness she could not conceal. I continued to stroke her cheek while bestowing little pecks upon her erstwhile prim mouth. My finger found her excited love button. I caressed it delicately.