Gynecocracy

I tickled the soft virginal aperture and stiff little clitoris with my tongue until Agnes was almost fainting with pleasure. But before anything happened, Beatrice made me lie upon Agnes; her chemise was between her and myself.

"Now," said Beatrice, "Agnes, dear, imagine that that thing you have been amusing yourself with is inside you, inside where he has been kissing you."

"Oh, how-dreadful!"

"And hold him tightly." She did so, and Beatrice whipped me gently.

At last the spasm overtook me.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Julian!" cried Agnes, biting my lips with her pretty mouth.

On examination the chemise was found to be well wetted on both sides.

"There, that is what he did to Maud, only actually inside her. Should he treat our sister as a harlot? 249

"Oh, the wretch! He ought to be hung."

"As I find your word is not enough, Julian, and your bondage must be more severe, you shall be mine, not for five years or ten, but as long as you live. Mine, body and soul. What a slave I shall make of you! And as you did what you did to Maud in utter disregard to your promise to me I shall not consider you have expiated your offence until you have besought and implored me to let you do it to her again after our marriage, and have gained her assent, and then you shall do it in front of me. I shall tell Maud at the first opportunity and get her to meet us on our honeymoon. There!"

"Now kiss your mistress," she said, "and receive your fate; when you are married to me I promise you, you will spend more of your time between my legs than anywhere else!"

I yielded. I kissed my hairy mistress with a queer sensation that she was to be my wife and my tyrant for all my days.

"Now, Julian, I consider we are engaged!"

"Yes," I cried eagerly, "yes, Beatrice!"

"Well, as he is mine, I will give him a kiss," and the dear girl touched the top of Mons. Priapus with her ruby lips, tickled him with her little tongue, and bit him with her pearl like teeth.

"Does that give you pleasure?" she asked, gazing with liquid eyes into mine.

No need to chronicle the response.

"You are having all the fun, Bee; it is not fair, playing with and sucking that great big thing as if it was a sugar stick!"

"Indeed!" cried Beatrice, with a quick fierce glance at Agnes.

"Very well," with an air which I knew meant mischief, "you shall have your share!"

"Come," she said, gathering her skirts up a little, and spreading her pretty limbs apart, "come and sit down between my knees, your back to me-so"-as Agnes readily complied. "Now lie back, your head down in my lap, and give me your hands."

I noticed that Beatrice crossed her legs across Agnes' middle.

"Well," Agnes exclaimed, "what next?"

"Now, Julian," continued Beatrice, "kneel across her and me; lie down upon me, your face close to mine."

"Oh, Bee!" cried Agnes, turning pale. "He has got that thing against my face. Do let go of my hands for one moment, or it will be in my mouth!"

"Yes, that is exactly what I intend," calmly remarked Beatrice, holding the struggling girl firmly, "you wanted your share of the sugar stick, you shall have it. I will take good care it is none of it wasted. Put it into her mouth, Julian, well in; imagine it is inside me, and make it do what it did inside Maud, and half an hour ago in her own lap."

"Oh, no, no, no," cried Agnes, "I–I won't-"

I stopped her utterance by promptly popping Mons. Priapus between her pretty lips, well into her little mouth. She was transfixed. I felt the back of her throat with his head.

In two minutes I shot my appreciation of Beatrice down Agnes' gullet.

It was intensely bizarre and exciting to give to Agnes the emotion that Beatrice had evoked.

"There," said Beatrice, "I hope you enjoy and appreciate your lollipop!"

"It is much nicer than I thought it would be," naively remarked Agnes, sputtering and wiping her mouth with her dainty handkerchief.

And then, looking at me, she gave me a sound smack on the cheek.

After a moment's silence she added: "You must lend him to me sometimes, Bee, and next time, he-must-put it-else-elsewhere," and a rosy blush mantled over neck and face.

CHAPTER 19

Incidents Of An afternoon

Elise one afternoon told me I was to get ready for a drive with Mademoiselle and soon her prancing ponies and pretty carriage came round to the door.

It was the first time except when returning home that I had been outside the grounds dressed as a girl and the prospect gave me a fresh shock.

My hat and thickest veil emphasized my girl's costume as I reclined by Mademoiselle (who drove herself) in ladylike fashion holding up a little parasol.