ARABELLA

by AnonYMous

  “Perhaps not yet, for we are not wed,” she averred, though hiccoughing a little as she spoke and appearing a trifle bleary from her salutations to the well-filled glasses which I had seen to.

  “Oh, she must become used to it, for it will warm her nicely for bed,” I declared. At that, Susan made as if to sidle off of her seat and perhaps escape to her room, but the little minx—knowing well enough what I knew—was stayed by my look and a crooking of my finger. “Come, dear, and warm your future Papa's lap with your nice little bottom,” I declared boldly, whereat Catherine promptly reached for her glass again and uttered a sigh. Susan then hesitated again, having now risen and looking perfectly angelic in a white frilly dress with pink ribbons and her hair tied at the back in a matching bow.

  “Come, Susan,” I murmured more meaningfully. With that, her finger went back into her mouth and she approached him slowly as though butter would not melt therein, though his doughty cock had already twice melted in her cunny. Seated as he was upon a chaise-longue, he had ample room to accommodate her and indeed rather artfully swung her legs up on to it as she sat.

  “Oh, really Ewart!” exclaimed Catherine, though not without a bibulous giggle which at last told me all I wanted to know.

  “Really, my dear,” he responded, adding somewhat coyly, “Her bottom is indeed nice and warm. May I not kiss her on the lips to say goodnight?”

  “Why, of course he may, may he not?” I interjected to Catherine whose chair adjoined mine and both facing the pair so that we were as spectators.

  “Well, I do not really, I do not,” blathered she while a colour rose high into her cheeks.

  “Such pretty legs she has, too. Her thighs swell most agreeably for her age and I trow must be as smooth as silk and as warm as a nest,” I went on, accentuating the last word. “Really, Susan, do show them before you retire, for I am sure they must be as lovely as the outlines beneath your dress suggest.”

  “Oh!” squealed Susan who never thought to give an exhibition before her Mama, of all people. Ewart, however, having been primed as to Grace's fate that evening, gave her thereupon a hug which caused her blushing face to be buried in his jacket and raised the hem of her skirt a little until her calves and then her rounded knees were revealed. Flushing not a little, he then passed his hand up beneath her coiled-up skirt, causing Susan to jump and squirm.

  At this such an expression crossed Catherine's features that it seemed she knew not whether to laugh or cry, but so softened had she been by her bibulous evening that she remained a trifle glazed about the eyes. Seizing then the opportunity of the moment, I rose and sat myself upon her lap, murmuring in a cooing voice, “Were you my Mama, I would kiss you most endearingly goodnight.” So saying—and to her undoubted astonishment—1 deftly loosed the buttons of her corsage and, dipping my hand within, encountered two glorious firm globes whose nipples quickly betrayed themselves by rising out to my delicate touch.

  Catherine's mouth opened. Her head fell back against the chair. In a trice I had swooped my lips upon hers and felt the liquid yearnings of her tongue. Therewith also, as if in accompaniment, came a muffled squeal from Susan which was quickly suppressed—as I well envisaged—by the meshing of her mouth to Mr. Maudsley's.

  “Haaar, what is he doing?” quavered Catherine to my lips while her full, creamy breasts seemed to swell the more to my caresses.

  “He is feeling into her drawers, as he will shortly have the right to do, will he not?” I rejoined.

  I have often wondered since what might have been her answer, but at that very moment cries sounded from without and into the drawing room burst Grace, crying, “Oh, Mama, oh Mr. Maudsley—Papa!” even before she saw clearly what was afoot. I then springing up and leaving her Mama's bared tits in full view, met the eyes of Pearl. Whip in hand, she followed quickly upon Grace's heels and closed the doors behind her. Needless to say, Susan slipped from Mr. Maudsley's lap with a startled cry . and tumbled to the floor, showing her stocking tops and drawers.

  “OH!” screeched Grace, who clearly could not believe what she saw. “Oh!” echoed Catherine who would have risen had I not pressed her down again.

  “Well, I do believe we have the truth of this little matter now,” declared Pearl, brushing past Grace and gazing down with some approbation at Susan. “The ceremony has in part begun, I see, or at least a rehearsal thereof which I am sure will do much good to all. Catherine, you will now rise, please—and no! do not attempt to cover your breasts or you will feel the cracking of my whip about you. Susan, get off your bottom, dear, and sit by Mr. Maudsley who will put something very nice into your hand in a moment, I feel sure. Now, Catherine dear, we will have the truth, for Arabella and I are much put out by being made dupes of your occasion.”

  “D..d..dupes? Oh, I do not know WHAT you mean!” blustered Catherine while Grace uttered a howl of perfect despair and threw herself down into the very chair her Mama had just vacated.

  “Be sure that I do not blame you in any wise for the pleasures you sought—and indeed shall obtain, my dear,” said Pearl blithely to our hostess. “On the other hand, you have been extremely naughty in putting up such a cock and bull yarn to us about your supposed ceremonies. I have made a few discreet enquiries, you see—without of course mentioning any names—and nothing whatever is known of such things, whether by genealogists or by sociologists. Come—declare yourself to me truthfully and I may forgive you, though not without an appropriate penalty or two.”

  “Oh, Pearl!” Catherine's voice quavered and two distinct tears rolled down her attractive cheeks. “P...p...permit me to whisper it to you at least.”

  Pearl glanced at me, I nodded. Stumbling then towards her, Catherine laid one hand upon her shoulder and with deeply flushed face and the orbs of her tits protruding still from her gown, whispered for a full minute as it seemed to me, while all the while Pearl nodded gravely, swinging her whip at her side.

  “My dear Catherine, what a foolish woman you are! Could you not have said? Can there be peace or concord now until all is known?” So spoke Pearl to a wail from Catherine who, like Grace, then hurled herself into a chair and huddled up as best she could as though in dire shame. “Tut-tut, what a silliness and a nonsense. Would you not have the truth come out, Ewart?” asked Pearl familiarly of the gentleman who had lifted Susan up again on to his lap. A grave nod came from him at that and his glance fell not without sympathy upon his intended spouse who sat crying into her hands.

  “It were best,” he declared solemnly, “for I feared for the consequences of such a wedding party.”

  “Indeed? Though you were party to it—if I may make the pun,” said Pearl crisply. “There is one here who is not at fault and that is dear Susan. Grace has sinned not of her own volition—not as yet, at least—but by virtue of her prim and stubborn behaviour she has brought her dear Mama a little way towards this contretemps. Rise again, Grace—and you, Catherine!” CRA-A A A ACK! The leaping whip, though it touched neither, seemed to menace both and both jumped up much like Jack-in-the-Boxes.

  “Oh, dear Pearl, I beg you!” quavered Catherine.

  “You have no need to do any such thing, my dear, for the upshot of our conversation and the quite delightful consequences thereof will surely be the same as will result from your nuptials. But let us be a little freer in the matter. Divest yourselves of your clothes—yes, both of you.”

  “Oh MA-MA!” came then the expected shriek from Grace who would have run to the door had I not deftly barred her way. “You cannot shame us so!” echoed Catherine, though to no effect whatever, for Pearl's expression remained as impassive as my own was calm. Again then the whip cracked and again both leapt, though it touched neither.

  “You have but two minutes, my pets,” Pearl intoned. “Retain your stockings and your shoes for you will each preserve your elegance as lovely women thus.”

  “Ewart, dear! Oh, Ewart!” cried Catherine, while he sat as one transfixed. Tears then welled in our hostess's eyes as she saw no e
scape for herself but to obey and thus they loosed and cast off their dresses, chemises and drawers and stood trembling and seemingly downcast in their alluring nudity.

  Of the two, Grace was naturally the most enticing, yet many an ardent male would—I felt—have veered to Catherine who possessed still such elegant legs and such imposing breasts and bottom that I experienced a twinge of envy for the possessor of any upright cock.

  “You will approach me now—both of you,” snapped Pearl who—just as I—could not but help see that the protuberance in Mr. Maudsley's trousers had swelled so alarmingly that he had been forced to place Susan's hand over the prominence as if to hide it. Having in view both her Mama's and her older sister's bottom, and they not seeing, the minx clutched it as might a baby its rattle.

  “Oh, Pearl, what will you have us do,” sobbed Catherine.

  “Merely be truthful, my sweet—and please draw up your stockings tightly, both of you. Yes—that is better. Now, Catherine, I see no reason to conceal your secret any longer. You intended—and still intend, I trust—to let a delightful lustiness obtain after the formalities of your wedding ceremony were over. So be it. You intended also that both your lovely daughters should be inducted—if I may use a delicate term—but there is no longer need to wait for that now. Both have now been put to the cock and are fresh for more adventures. As for yourself, you suffered unduly from a lack of that very instrument with your former husband and so have lived in such dire frustration that you sought the forthcoming occasion as an outlet.”

  “Dear heavens, how can you say this in front of them!” wailed Catherine who made to cover her face but had her wrists slapped away. With a perfectly angelic smile upon her lips, Pearl then stepped full close to her and, before Catherine could resist, had cupped the furry mound of her bared cunt.

  “Dear, sweet Catherine, you wanted cock. Is a woman to be blamed for that? Of course not. Confess it and your trials shall be all but over, for this is such a common desire among us all that one need have no shame whatever in uttering it. See how a blush sits so prettily upon your cheeks, and how warm and moist your cunny is in its longing, its state of deprivation. Fear not that your secret—as you think of it—shall be spread to the world. None shall know of our future pleasures here save those you wish to know. This is true also of you, Grace,” Pearl murmured to the young woman who stood as one who knows not whether she is in a dream or not.

  Even as she spoke, Catherine's breath had begun to come faster, for with every word Pearl had been so titillating her clitoris that her hips and bottom had begun to move in the most sensuous fashion.

  “Mama! wh..wh...what shall I say?” cried Grace who then threw herself into her mother's arms as Pearl removed her sticky fingers.

  “Speak but the truth—speak but the truth,” moaned Catherine, thus slyly passing a box of eggs, so to speak, to her daughter to be broken rather than by herself.

  “What dears they are, what perfect treasures,” laughed Pearl, though without any malice in her tone and passing her hands as she spoke about their gleaming bottoms. “Come, Ewart, I see you are in a fit condition to embrace them both and make the peace here!”

  No sooner of course had the invitation been extended, than the said gentleman sprang up from his amourous embrace with Susan and had his arms about their waists in a trice, this producing a shriek from Grace who huddled closer in to her Mama, their silken bellies and thighs meeting sensuously. “S...s...save me, Mama!” came her broken cry, for Mr. Maudsley's rampant cock-now bared—was pressed in throbbing longing to the side of her thigh.

  “Stand still, I tell you, stand still!” came then a bark, though not as might have been expected from Pearl, who flourished still her whip, but from Mr. Maudsley himself. “You will listen to me, Grace—and you, Catherine. We are but anticipating future events, are we not? Let us have an end to hypocrisies, as Pearl has said.”

  “My love, oh my love, I have been so wicked!” then cried Catherine who loosed her daughter and threw herself into his embrace, the better no doubt that she could feel his torrid weapon against her pulsating curves.

  “My precious, not at all,” he soothed, “for we are come upon the matter now more discreetly than might otherwise have obtained. There is naught between us now that shall spoil our future pleasures. You shall have cock in plenty as shall both Grace and Susan. We entertain ourselves as frequently as we wish and the ceremony shall be precisely as you desired. Each of the males will put his prick to you in turn. Grace!—you, too—do you hear me, girl? Come, slip your hand between us, your dear Mama and I, and feel my cock.”

  “B..b..but!” stammered she only to utter a resounding squeal as Pearl placed her slender fingers precisely where required. For a moment that seemed timeless then, Catherine uttered not a sound. Grace's knuckles pressed themselves to her Mama's belly as she grasped in a seemingly dazed fashion the massive staff of her future father, or as some might say her step-Papa. Then with a distinct quivering of her shapely limbs Catherine embraced her intended so that his charger was sensuously trapped betwixt all three.

  “Oh, who will you have first, dearest?” she murmured in a choked voice.

  “Grace, of course, for she must learn to go under him and you two will then pass the most amourous night together!”

  It was Pearl, of course, who spoke and Grace who upon her words would have retracted her enclasping fingers had she not received from me a sharp SMACK on her bottom.

  “No! Oh no!” wailed that maiden as if in deepest shock.

  “Oh yes, indeed! Would you spoil everything?” responded Pearl who, by putting one foot behind the elegant stockinged legs of Grace, tripped her neatly to the carpet so that she fell crablike on her back—arms and legs waving—and then uttered a loud “PMFFFF!” as Mr. Maudsley promptly descended upon her.

  “HOO-HOO-HOOO! MA-MA!” squealed Grace, but already the distended, purplish crest of his long thick pego was at the mouth of her cunny. Struggle as she might— and her desperation seemed not so great as it might have been had Pearl not “stabled” her—the throbbing shaft entered her with supreme majesty, being swallowed up inch by inch within her silken sheath until with a febrile cry Grace was pistoned to the full.

  “Legs well open, girl ["commanded Pearl who accompanied her words by flicking with her whip all about Grace's ankles. Her own face suffused meanwhile, Catherine could only gaze down at the couple in what appeared to be awed curiosity which I soon ensured was further heightened by passing my hands lingeringly all about and beneath her bottom and cunt.

  “NOO-NOO-NOO-NOO-AAAAH!” came from Grace. Her legs being positively skewed wide out now, so that Mr. Maudsley was pleasantly couched between them, her flushed and beautiful face then all but disappeared under his. Their mouths met, a whimper from her echoed in his throat, and then her silk-sheathed legs rose and wound tight about his manly buttocks as the motions of his virile tool commenced urging her to pleasure. Such small sounds as then emerged from their well-meshed lips indicated only her increasing desire while the silky, plump orb of her bottom rolled amourously upon his cupping palms.

  Hot-eyed and silent as Catherine was, I turned her mouth to mine while Pearl, taken advantage of her freedom from action, went to tickle Susan's eager little cunny with her finger.

  “Is it not nice? Is all not well now?” I softly asked our hostess while the pleasure moans of the enlaced pair sounded beneath us.

  “The naughty man—he will have three now and I but one,” murmured Catherine who was plainly enjoying both the watching and my fondling.

  “Nonsense, my dear, for you are free now to do as you wish, and besides there is one who has yet to be introduced to the full pleasures of life—which is to say of course your son, Bertram.”

  At that, Catherine's knees quivered and bent, her legs opening. She appeared to be on the point of coming, as indeed she was—and as, a trifle prematurely perhaps, was Mr. Maudsley from his grunts and groans. He could be forgiven that, however, on his first foray
into his future stepdaughter's warm and willing maw—a sentiment she appeared to share as with bubbling cries she received the powerful jets of his libation.

  “No-ho-ho, I could not!” moaned Catherine, sagging against me.

  I ignored her feeble objection, naturally. Bertram, after all, could scarcely be excluded from the marital ceremony, as well she must have known.

  CHAPTER fifteen

  There are two kinds of orgies as they are called, though I like not overmuch the term. The first are those which flare up spontaneously, as when a gentleman becomes exceedingly amourous with a lady during a private gathering— perhaps during dancing—and others are emboldened to follow suit. Alternatively there are those which are discreetly pre-arranged among carefully selected couples who are well aware, by virtue of being “accidentally” sent a copy of the short invitation list, what is afoot.

  Of course, there may be well-founded moral objections to such occasions on the grounds that jealousies can result with consequent injury to relationships. Given, however, that one's fellow guests are primed in advance, all proceeds well and merrily and many a marriage has even been much enlivened in its future course by such introductions to the Priapic and Sapphic joys. It would be unfair of me to conceal the fact that orgies are also the means of introducing an untried young filly to several rampant cocks. Indeed, this is often enough a splendid means of softening her up to her future pleasures, and any foolish struggling that might otherwise have occurred is much diminished for she follows the example of others whose social standing is equal to her own, which is naturally of great importance.

  Thus might it well have been with Grace and Susan, but with some caution—and not a little mischief—Pearl and I had now seen to it that they were thoroughly primed in advance. There remained only then to “introduce” Bertram—a fine strapping young man—to his Mama in order to complete the amourous circle. He was due to return on leave from his regiment three days before the ceremony and hence Pearl and I decided to surprise him.