Big Book of Smut (34 page)

“July 31 – My sister and I had a most amazing day. Our father introduced us to a young man who appeared at our door early this morning. It turned out that he was our father’s new apprentice. He was a most handsome young man in his early twenties who spoke to us as if we were royalty. We were both taken aback when our father told us he had a business meeting and would return later that morning. Father showed the apprentice to his work area in the library and instructed him on what he expected him to review and study until he returned. As father left the house, he requested that we be at the apprentice’s disposal until he returned. We were at first shocked, as we had never been left alone in a strange male’s presence before. Serena and I were both happy at the possibility of perhaps speaking with someone on our own, especially a young man.

Patiently waiting for an opportunity to speak with him, we decided to have morning tea in the Sitting Room. We first became aware of his presence in the doorway when he made a harrumphing noise in his throat to alert us to his presence. Inviting him to join us seemed the perfect chance to know him better and we invited him to take tea with us and have a seat. He politely bowed and entered the room, then chose to sit between us on the settee. As I poured tea and Serena offered cakes and biscuits, we began to relax and converse as if we were old friends. He proceeded to charm us with his wit and kindness and answered our many questions about his family and friends. As I sat and watched, my sister Serena seemed completely captivated by his presence. Her smiles and laughter drew his growing perusal and his manner became more and more relaxed.

I must admit that I was a bit green with envy that she had managed to capture his attention so completely, so I decided to try to draw back his attention to myself. I surreptitiously unfastened a couple of buttons at the top of my blouse, which I knew would reveal the skin of my throat. As he turned to include me in their conversation, I watched as his eyes widened at the sight of my pale neck before him. Feeling a sudden blush blossom on my cheeks I couldn’t help but be excited as his eyes seemed riveted to the exposed skin. Suddenly with my heart aflutter, I leaned forward to offer more tea and he was rewarded with a hint of revealed cleavage. I happened to look past him and saw my sister’s expression.

Instead of being angry at my attempt to ensnare his attention, she simply smiled and took the initiative, by placing her hand gently onto his leg just above his knee, in an effort to lure his focus back to her. Her eyes measured mine and began to sparkle with real mischief. Glancing back and forth between us, he carried on talking but we could see he was getting red under the collar at the sudden unabashed attention he was receiving. Glancing down I started with surprise when I clearly saw a bulge appear in his trousers. While I was naïve, I knew the facts of life and it seemed a bit strange as I watched how he fidgeted in his seat, while trying to hide the evidence of his arousal.

Quickly glancing up I saw that my sister had noticed as well, because as I watched in fascination, she moved her hand slightly up his leg, nearer to his crotch. I gazed on in wonder as he seemingly turned as still as a statue, frozen in place. I couldn’t determine by the look on his face what he was going to do, the play of emotions across his face were a revelation. Suddenly, it looked like he was ready to bolt, when my sister followed up by gently placing her fingertips onto his stiff cock.

You could hear his audible gulp and his eyes swiveled wildly back and forth between the two of us. He did not fight, or push her away; in fact, he sat there still as a statue while her fingers traced his member its full length and breadth. The air was heavy with tension as I watched her fingers slip to the very tip of his member to massage it tentatively. I stared in awe as it seemed to grow in size and when it began to tent his trousers outward I looked up to see her quickly shoot a questioning glance at me.

I knew by the look in her eyes that she was remembering our discussions about men, and our curiosity of the knowledge that we had gained only from books that we had found hidden on the top back shelf of our father’s library. We had found them quite accidentally when we were searching for a remedy for poison ivy. Shocked by what we had stumbled upon we ran to our bedroom to study the books in secret. Page by page we perused the information there and some of it was quite graphic in nature. Astounded by the illustrations that were contained in one of the books, our discussions of male and female relationships became quite heated. I couldn’t believe that the reproduction of the species was hinged upon what the book referred to as intercourse. My Serena, being a year older, had the firm belief that the information must be true, but seemed to believe that the pictures used in the book were exaggerated. Her scientific sensibilities refused to believe that the male body resembled the illustrations listed.

Seeing the look in her eyes, I knew what she was going to do before she did it. I reeled in horror and fascination as I looked down to see her fingers slowly but surely unbuttoning his trousers while he sat there shaking like a leaf. Comprehension suddenly dawned on me that he, being a lowly apprentice, would surely be in trouble no matter what course of action he took. If he made a move to stop his employer’s daughter we could very well complain that he was the instigator. If he tried to join in and was rebuffed he’d still be labeled as the problem. Sitting frozen seemed his best solution I reasoned, as I awaited further developments.

I didn’t need to watch her hands to know when she touched him intimately. If possible, he stiffened even more completely and seemed to hold his breath in disbelief before his mouth parted in a gasp.

Looking down I saw that his member was free from its clothing and jutting outward from his body. Tendrils of black curls were thick at the base of a length of flesh that seemed grotesquely large in its bloated state. I watched as her tiny fingers tried to encircle its width but fell miserably short.

My ears became filled by the gasps of heavy breathing from the man held in place by a set of inquisitive fingers that ran the length and breadth of her fascination. Clear drops of fluid were now seeping from what appeared to be a slit at the knobby piece of flesh at the end. Looking up at his face once more I saw that his eyes were closed but his mouth was wide open and his tongue was licking at what appeared to be parched lips.

I watched in awe as her thumb swirled the knobby top to distribute the slippery fluid over its end and around the ridge. His gasps were now turning to moans as he shifted back and forth in place on the settee as if being tortured. It suddenly seemed like a switch was thrown when he finally stood up and started to undress, first revealing his muscular upper torso and then finishing the job by letting his pants completely down. We were shocked to discover that when completely naked his cock and the heavy balls beneath not only surpassed the illustrations that we had been privy to but greatly exceeded them beyond our wildest imaginations.

We both stared in fascination, as it appeared to be at least eight inches long, maybe more, but the thickness was the astounding part, it was nearly the size of my wrist. His male piece seemed to stand at attention under our continued gaze. We stared at it for some time before becoming equally aroused by the situation, and once again, my sister took the initiative to place her two hands around it to manipulate the skin that covered it. Moving it back and forth, she completely revealed the entire large bell shaped end and slipped her one hand up to squeeze the throbbing tip.

I had finally gotten over the shock at what was occurring and definitely decided to join in with my own explorations. I placed my hand tentatively under his ball sack and began to lift them gently with my fingertips. They were surrounded by errant black strands of hair with an occasional curly lock here and there and as I ran my inquisitive fingers over and under them, they seemed to harden and lift up into my hands. I adored the sensation of cupping them. I was also spellbound by what my own body was feeling as I touched him intimately.

By this time we were all breathing heavily and as our bodies grew warmer with arousal all thoughts of maidenly shyness totally slipped away. I watched as Serena decided to take our adventure to the next level. She slowly opened her blouse and then began to unlace her corset until the edges parted, revealing the sides of her full breasts to his scrutiny. He tentatively slipped a hand under the cloth to cover first one and then the other when she gave a sign of encouragement. With both hands covering her, he began to squeeze and tug her erect nipples.

Watching him pinch her nipples was making me squirm in heated excitement and I clutched his balls wantonly with my fingers before moving them closer to the pulsating rod above. I could feel my own body beginning to moisten in my private area and began to wish that he’d play with my nipples.

My sister’s forward behavior set my own free and not to be outdone, I not only opened the buttons on my blouse but also unlatched the belt holding my full skirt to my waist. With both open, I shrugged and allowed the blouse to fall to the floor with the skirt following closely behind. Standing there in my corset and shift, I began to loosen the laces until the tight corset fell to the floor at his feet. Feeling the material fall at his feet he turned his attention to me and saw me standing there in nothing but my petticoat and shift. Catching his gaze, I pushed the petticoat off and thumbed the wide straps of my shift over my shoulders until it fell and I stood before him in all my naked glory.

My sister promptly decided to follow suit until we both stood naked before him, and kicking our clothes to one side, we began to touch and feel every inch of his muscular body. He was moaning in excitement and let his hands tentatively fall down so that his fingertips were resting on the mounds of our womanhood. We were so overcome by emotion and feelings of arousal that all thoughts of propriety were long gone from our consciousness.

I cannot imagine what he must have been going through, with two naked bodies to fondle and both of us playing with his cock and balls. He suddenly started to groan and thrust his body forward. Looking down I could see a thick creamy substance shooting from his member up into the air until it fell to the clothes that littered the floor. He suddenly pulled us both close and began to squeeze us against his prodding member and we felt wetness covering our sides and abdomens as he continued to shoot the liquid from his body.

Moving his hands up to the backs of our necks, he began to kiss first one and then the other forcing his tongue between our lips with continued pressure. Feeling his naked skin against us we began to shiver in unfulfilled lust until his hands drifted down again between our legs and began to tickle our private spots. His long fingers slid into our wetness and began to rub back and forth until our hips rolled to the touch of his fingers against us.

I lost all touch with reality only wanting to ride the pleasure of his fingers where sparks of pleasure were emanating. Spreading my legs wider, I felt a sudden thickness between my legs, sliding through the moisture that had pooled there. Growing weak in the knees, I felt my body slip to the floor and realized that my sister who was holding onto him and my hand had followed me down to the carpet.

Looking up I saw him standing there above us, his member drooping with a bead of wetness hanging at the tip. Kneeling down between us, he continued to run his fingers over and over our pleasure points until my sister and I were groaning aloud with pleasure. My eyes were tightly closed to enjoy the pleasure better when suddenly I felt a smooth mouth latch on to the hardened nipple at my breast. Half rising from the floor in pleasure his fingers slipped deeper into me at my sudden movement. Feeling something entering my body, I glanced down to see his hand buried between my legs.

At this point, he had focused his attention on me and in a sudden shift of his body had my arms laid flat to the carpet while he knelt between my legs, and using his knees thrust my legs wider. Looking down between our bodies, I saw that his member had regained its strength as it was firm and large again, and even now was bumping against me where mere seconds ago, his fingers had been. Feeling his fullness against that heated spot made me squirm in pleasure and unknowingly I raised my hips in search of more sensation and found that I had managed to surround the bloated head of his member with my body.

The feeling was incredible and I paused to savor the feeling when suddenly he nudged it just a bit deeper until I felt the plump head of his cock press up against some sort of barrier in my depths. Sighing with the pleasure and pain of his fullness, I looked deeply into his eyes and watched as he moved to thrust his hips forward. Suddenly, I felt something give and a sharp pain made me cry out, yet the fullness of his member thrust deep into my body. Gasping at the intrusion, I felt his lips come down upon mine, and his tongue slip through my lips to toy with my own.

Distracted by this sudden change of tactic I didn’t realize that he was giving me the opportunity to adjust to his intrusion in my body until I felt his weight lift from my body and his hardened member withdrew. Then, once again, he plunged down with a swiftness that drove him deep into the depths of my womanhood. I moaned in pleasure and pain at the feel and squirmed to try to get out from underneath him, which only served to draw him deeper into my depths.

His lips were covering mine as he continued to withdraw and thrust forward again until instead of pain I began to feel an overwhelming pleasure. Using his forearms to lift my legs wider apart I felt him seat his maleness against my pleasure point so that each slide into me massaged the pulse of pleasure that waited for him there.