Big Book of Smut

by Gia Blue

  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.

  I suddenly felt a fire begin at my pointed toes and run like lightening up my widespread legs to center at my pleasure point and with a feeling that could only be described as mind altering I found my body convulsing in such pleasure that I screamed at the intensity of the feeling. My body was still quivering and tightening its hold on his thick rod when he suddenly pulled out and moved over to my sister.

  I watched in awe as he manipulated her body into a swoon of pleasure until his stiff member parted her nether lips with its bloated head. Hearing her scream of pleasure and pain, I knew that he had breached her inner sanctum as he had done mine and I beheld the thrust of his hips as he seemed to plow between her legs with all the gusto of a starving man. His moans of pleasure rose sharply with each thrust into her body and as she welcomed him into her depths, I saw her hips suddenly thrust up and knew that she was in the same throes of pleasure that I had just experienced. Her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room as he continued to thrust in and out of her with maddening speed and concentration.

  Suddenly I watched as her eyes flew open again and she gasped aloud as a second pleasurable swoon managed to eclipse her body. His panting continued to increase until I saw the cheeks of his buttocks suddenly clench tightly and hold in place above her until with one final thrust he sank to the depths and stopped. I could see his body clenching tighter with each continuing pulse of pleasure until he finally gave a last groan and collapsed his weight atop her.

  I moved nearer to touch the muscled flesh of his firm buttocks when I heard the sound of an approaching automobile coming up the incline to our house. Hissing a frightened warning, I quickly gathered my scattered clothing and shoes and ran to the window that faced the driveway. Hearing the commotion behind me, I knew that Serena and the new apprentice were racing to do the same. Serena and I darted up the stairs, racing to our rooms to put ourselves in order.

  Hearing the slam of the library door, we knew that the apprentice was surely doing the same. Several minutes passed before we heard the muffled sounds of the front door opening. Father must have taken the new automobile to the carriage house before heading to our front door. Tidying my hair, I was able to right my clothes and hair before I heard him calling my name and with a final check left the room to answer his call.

  Even now as I pen these words, I shudder with wonder at our actions and thank the heavens that we were able to evade being caught by our father. It has been many days since we have heard any news of the apprentice as our father does not includ
e us in his daily business activities. While Serena and I have continually discussed what had happened and what we had experienced, we live in fear that somehow our father will find out what had occurred. It is difficult to remain calm when he stops speaking and looks at us oddly, as if he knows that something is amiss, but cannot quite put his finger on what it is. Now that the housekeeper has returned from her visit to tend to her sick sister, we know that a similar opportunity will probably not present itself any time soon.

  We both live in hope that we will see the handsome young man again as he has filled our hearts with a yearning to be in his arms again.”

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  I closed the book. I looked around me but did not feel the presence of the ghosts and I wondered where they had gone. I knew that I needed to get home, but first I had to secure the open hole in the fireplace. Taking one last look into the gloomy room, I carefully began to try to place the bricks back in some type of order. Piling them, one on top of the other, my only hope was that if anyone else should come into the house and entered this room, that no one would notice their state in the dim light of the room. Gathering my equipment and carefully placing the journal in my backpack, I vowed to continue reading the book as soon as I had the opportunity.

  Chapter 5

  If only they were alive today - that’s what I kept thinking as I read their journal. The book was filled with bits and pieces of their daily lives along with the unexpected meeting of the young man that had changed their life. Feeling compelled to learn more of what happened; I continued on, needing to know what had led to the precipice of their murder. I had to finish the book before I could fulfill my promise to have their earthly remains placed in consecrated ground.

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  “August 15 – Father wants to have a dinner party for a few of his select clients. Last night he gave us the invitation list for the cards to be sent. We were thrilled to discover that the new apprentice is included on the list. While we have not seen him since that fateful day a huge bouquet of flowers were delivered to the house, but they came without a card. Sister and I looked up the meaning of the arrangement of pink and white roses with Maidenhair Fern in our volume of ‘The Language of Flowers.’ Our hearts were filled with hope at the knowledge of his secret love for both of us. We cannot wait to see him again.”

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  “August 20 – The arrangements have been made and tomorrow night we shall see him again. Father has reviewed the selection of wines and foods and even studied the seating arrangements at the table. He questioned our placement of the new apprentice and moved him from between us to the opposite end of the table. Serena fears we have raised his suspicions.”

  “August 21 – Dinner was a complete and utter disaster! There is no other way for me to possible describe what transpired. When the hour finally arrived, the business clients attended as expected. Dinner was served by the hired wait staff for the occasion. The conversation was congenial and while current events were discussed, there was no mention of business at the table. While our gaze ventured to the young man who we longed to see, we did carry on conversations with the other men present. It was apparent to both Serena and I however, that the business associates could not keep their eyes off the pair of us. The men who sat at the table were close to the same age as our father but seemed to consider us fair game. We were dressed stylishly yet modest in appearance but found the continual staring uncomfortable. I venture to say that it appeared as if they were sizing us up like horses at the market. Father’s apprentice sat at the opposite end of the table, he seemed just as aware of their strange behavior as we were, and fought to keep his face expressionless.

  When dinner was finished, they retired to the study for cigars and after dinner drinks. We could hear loud discussions but could not discern what was being discussed. My sister and I were left to direct the staff to clear the dishes and the work was performed with such haste that before much time had passed the dining room was restored as well as the kitchen to their original order.

  Upon the return of the men from their cigars and after dinner drinks, we were called upon to play the piano and entertain with musical selections. It wasn’t until the guests had finally left for the evening that we were informed that father was entering into an agreement to expand his business and that we were being offered as wives to seal the bargain. Shocked into silence we stared at him and then each other. He advised us that since each of the men were suitable for business partners as far as he was concerned, he would allow us the choice of which man we would marry. He instructed us to retire for the night and make our decision. Hastily leaving the room, we kept our silence afraid of what we might say in haste. Our discussions ran long into the night and only when exhausted did we fall into a troubled sleep.

  Morning has come, and as I write of last night’s events in this journal I now know that we will have to do something, but what?”

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  The strain of keeping my eyes open to read more of the journal was too much for me. I was exhausted from the long day and lay half-asleep with my arms clutching the book to me. Moving it under my pillow for safekeeping, I had to remind myself that the events occurred over seventy years ago, and trying to stay awake to finish the entries would not solve anything but my own questions of what had happened. I will have to continue tomorrow, now I must rest.

  Chapter 6

  The next day at work was spent watching the clock, wanting to head home to see the next entry in the journal. Racing home, I found the house empty but didn’t question where my parents had gone. Heading up the stairs, I tore off the necktie and threw down the sport coat that I’d been wearing. Heading for the closet, I pulled the journal down from the shelf and proceeded to the next entry.

  “August 23 – All is quiet, and we cannot help but wonder why our father has not approached us again about our choice of husbands for marriage. We have not heard from our young man either and the housekeeper seems to be keeping a closer eye on us both. We’ve heard comings and goings from the house but have not been called down from our rooms and involved.”

  “August 24 – Dinner tonight was a quiet affair. Father was silent and withdrawn and did not engage us in conversation other than to ask if we had made our selections. How calmly he asks, as if we are selecting a new ribbon for a hat or are discussing the purchase of the newest novel. We looked hesitantly at each other and then Serena answered that we know so little about the men that were present, she asked if it would be possible to arrange additional meetings so that we may know more of their personality before we make a final decision.

  Father remains silent and seemingly focused on the meat on his plate; his answer several minutes later assures us that he was pondering the soundness of our request. He nods in agreement but inserts a caveat; our selection must be made by the end of the month. He has given us seven days to decide our fate, it is cruel but with no other choice, we agree. Perhaps in the remaining time allowed we can dissuade our suitors, leaving father with the business partnerships, and us free from arranged marriages. We shall see.”

  “August 26 – They are to arrive tomorrow for afternoon tea. Father advises that he is too busy to lose another day’s work. Serena and I have much to plan; we have hatched a scheme to discourage the men with our dispositions and lack of manners. Surely this will be easier to do with mature men who expect a certain degree of refinement from women who will head their households.”

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  In my mind, I already sense that they are in for a terrible, rude awakening. Men like this, older men used to having their orders obeyed in business and their personal lives, would never allow two young women to dissuade them from their goals. I held my breath as I turned back to the journal to read.

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  “August 27 – Nothing turned out as we planned! Serena and I came down to the tea, long after the men had arrived. We were beyond being fashionably late and as we entered the room, we discerned from their fixed expressions that their tempers were r
aised. Smiling as if nothing was amiss we sat down and requested the pacing men to join us. They took a seat as we rang for the tea tray to be brought in.

  The housekeeper brought in the teacart, and after casting a quick glance around to ensure that we had everything we needed she silently left the room, pulling the door closed behind her. How odd when for the past several weeks she’d been watching our every move. Perhaps it was so she could listen at the keyhole; little did we know that she had left the house shortly after serving the tea.

  Making idle conversation with the men, we passed the teacups around asking if they wanted cream and sugar. The eldest of the four, was also the tallest. Mr. Stevenson started to laugh and pronounced he would take his tea differently. Promptly taking a flask from his coat, he poured a liberal amount of liquid into the tea, and upon taking a sip, declared it was perfect. Laughter from the other men ensued and soon they all were pulling flasks out and spiking their tea.

  Serena and I shared a look and she being the adventurous one remarked that she wouldn’t mind a spot in her own cup. Surprised looks flashed about and Mr. Thomas leaned forward to offer Serena his personal flask. Pouring a liberal amount in she found that the mellow whiskey did add a kick to the bland beverage and soon had leaned forward to empty the bottle into the teapot. This led to a round of applause and soon the first pot was empty and promptly replenished from the hot water kettle left on the sideboard.

  The men seemed greatly relaxed and we soon forgot our own plots for freedom. Serena led me to the piano and I began to play a lively tune while she sang for the men. Soon Mr. Jones sprang up and began to waltz Serena around the room. Handing her off to Mr. Winchester, they began to twirl around the room at a rapid gate until flushed with laughter Serena sat next to me on the piano bench and began to fan her flushed face.