ARABELLA

by AnonYMous

  “Let him do it to you,” I whispered sensuously to Emily whose tongue made bold reply in my mouth before she spoke.

  “Why no, that would be most improper, Arabella, for though I like to touch it sometimes—though only through his trousers—I could not permit otherwise, but I adore to see him working it in a girl's quim and bringing it to froth.”

  As many conversations as I had had with Pearl and others before, none was so strange as this, though I confess to enjoying every second of it. “Exhibit yourself to him at least. Push your drawers down while he is doing it to me,” I murmured and made to pull at her skirt as I spoke, though in a poor position to do so.

  “Really, Arabella, what a naughty thing to suggest, to let my own brother see my naked bottom! Oh come, George dear, do not dally, for I am sure she is longing for it. Lift her legs up so that I can see!”

  “Oh!” I ejaculated in apparent astonishment, for so bizarre was the situation that it mattered not what I said, and George in any event had already lowered himself—in apparent due obedience to his sister—upon my belly and inserted the crest of his charger between my cuntlips. The sensation, being as ever quite delicious—for he made the most slow and sensuous of entries—I raised my legs of my own accord and knotted my calves about his waist as the succulent rod of flesh buried its throbbing length full within my grotto and his balls couched themselves beneath my bottom.

  Such an erotic pleasure al fresco is one never to be denied oneself should the opportunity arrive. The grass was soft, the earth warm, and the birds sang above. A glorious sense of freedom overcame me as he began to piston himself back and forth, thrilling me inwardly to the very core of my being.

  Emily, of course, had slid down, the better to play spectator to the lewd and exciting view of our conjoined parts. It was a pleasure I knew well, for a sturdy, full-veined shaft urging back and forth twixt distended but tightly-clenching lovelips is at all times an enervating sight and one that never fails to stir. Even so, I did not intend to let her peer throughout the entire performance, so to speak. Reaching for her hair even as George and I panted and writhed on the first lap of our course, I drew her up in such wise that she was made to shriek at the suddenness of my gesture. Drawing her face alongside my own, I ringed her neck with my left arm and breathlessly commanded George to lavish as many kisses upon her mouth as he had been doing on mine.

  “Oh no!” giggled Emily foolishly, but such were the electric thrills passing through him and I, that he would brook no refusal and delighted in passing his tongue into her mouth as I could see by the workings of their lips.

  To attempt to describe such passionate moments by mechanical rote, as it were, is to destroy the very spirit of them. I began to come and jerked my hips more vigorously, being as I then felt more the mistress of the pair than their victim.

  “Feel her cunny—push your hand up her skirt,” I blathered. At that, Emily shrieked again, but since my hold around her neck was tight she could do no other than let him, at which George's passion doubled—if such were possible. Moaning and twisting beside us, his sister endeavoured in vain to avoid the very caresses which I could not see directly but could measure in their boldness by the movements of his hand beneath her skirt.

  “Aaaaah!” Emily gurgled, for he had evidently found her spot and was rubbing it through the linen of her drawers. Her thigh—now all but uncovered—moved against my own. Our stockings rubbed. The moment was one of true delight, for where she had wished to see me struggling, the tables were turned, and thresh as might her legs she was unable to prevent herself surrendering to the opportunity of the moment. That there was no artifice in her attempted defence I could somehow tell, for she was most visibly between resistance and surrender. Turning her face, I brought then her mouth to my own and found it sweetly moist and open. This additional titillation proved however too much for George who, alas, spouted all his hopes then and there and in such abundance that I doubted not what Emily had said.

  “He is c...c...coming in me! Oh, Emily, what a lot he comes!” I blathered against her lips which caused her to hug the more tightly to me while George expelled his powerful jets so that I was indeed all of a froth, the lovely easing back and forth of his cock causing it to spout with every stroke. Then with such a sigh and a groan as men usually expend in such moments of fruition, he fell more heavily upon me and lavished kisses upon us both.

  All three of us might then have savoured a lingering aftermath for George's searching fingers had clearly found their way in some wise into Emily's drawers, as the moisture upon them clearly evinced. Scarce had we settled, however, with his cock pulsing prettily in my well creamed nest, than a crackling of twigs sounded to our rear.

  Ah, what confusion followed! George uncorked himself and was first to his feet. Emily, making to rise in turn, caught the heel of her shoe in a tuft of grass and fell again, showing her garters. I—more practised in such events— was up in a flash, though not so quickly that all three of us were not come upon too soon by Lord C. and Selina.

  What I expected either to say or do, I know not, for George had not time to conceal his weapon which— although it had temporarily exhausted its immediate resources—was still of impressive aspect. Selina neither blushed nor cried out, however, but regarded his efforts to conceal it with some amusement.

  “It is what you suspected of your offspring, Papa, is it not?” she asked in such a languid tone that I was amused rather than otherwise by her coolness. Emily, blushing to the roots of her hair, was then up and pushing down her skirt while throwing upon Selina the most revengeful of glances, though daring not to respond in the presence of her father who first addressed George.

  “You, sir, will betake yourself elsewhere! I do not doubt that Emily has again led you astray, though I find this no excuse for the disgraceful scene which meets our eyes. Should you return ere nightfall I shall take it much amiss. Off with you, sir!”

  Few young men there are who could defy such a father's wishes, and George was clearly not among them. Buttoning up his trousers he was off at a loping pace towards his horse while I, taking care to preserve my demeanour, soothed my hair all about and returned to Selina a look as cool as any she bestowed upon me.

  “Papa, we were only romping—it was but a playful thing,” Emily declared in tones that would have convinced no one.

  Such a feeble interjection was completely ignored. “Guide them back to the house, Selina,” Lord C. announced grandly and then betook himself to his own waiting steed which stood tethered to a tree. As to ourselves, there was no hurry about the matter—Selina declared—for Lord C. would have his son gone before he dealt with us.

  “He will DEAL with us?” I rejoined coldly. “Nothing of the sort will happen, Selina, for I am as ready to wield a birch or a whip as any and I count it not a sin to do as I wish, where I wish and when I wish.”

  Such a spirited reply took her back. She recovered her poise, however, quickly. “Did he fuck you, then, or was it Emily?” she asked in a tone of apparently disinterested curiosity while Emily herself let out a perfect wail of horror at the suggestion, causing Selina to laugh. “Well, then, at least I have an answer to me question,” she said, “but I have no doubt that you are the naughty one, Emily. You have not gone totally unobserved, you know, and your behaviour has caused your dear Papa many a fretful moment.”

  “Indeed? Well, at least he is MY Papa and not yours,” responded Emily, endeavouring to regain her poise, though to no effect upon Selina. “At least, not yours really,” she added lamely.

  “That is as may be, but since I count him my kin as much as yours, we must all obey him, must we not? Come, let us return at a slow canter, for I'm sure he has nothing too unpleasant in mind for your misbehaviour.”

  I allowed Selina and Emily to mount their horses first and then moved indolently enough towards my own, intending no hurry. Selina wisely said nothing at my deliberate sloth. No doubt she felt she had met her match in me.

  As for my part,
I was indeed interested to see what might be Emily's fate.

  CHAPTER sixteen

  Upon our entrance into the house we were met in the drawing room by Lord C. who to my surprise, if no one else's, offered us each a glass of port in order, as he politely said, that we might settle ourselves for a few moments after our ride and discourse upon what had occurred.

  “Oh, Papa, may I not go to my room and rest?” asked Emily.

  “You may not,” was the brief rejoinder, whereupon a glass was put in her hand and all four of us stood about as if meeting casually at some reception, his lordship remarking upon what a pleasant day it was and appraising me much with his eyes as he spoke. This was clearly not to the liking of Emily who both wanted to be the centre of attention and yet not, so knew not how to comport herself. Then, moving closer to her, Selina put an arm about her waist and said in a perfectly normal tone, “It is not the first time you have handled George's cock, of course, is it?”

  “I cannot believe my ears! Of course I did no such thing! How can you bring yourself to say such a horrid thing in front of Papa! Oh, Papa, tell her to be silent!” came Emily's wail.

  “You knew it not, but you were observed, Emily,” replied he coldly. “Indeed, you have been so observed on other occasions and, while I freely admit that you have never been seen to release your brother's member from its proper place of concealment, your desire to be exceedingly wicked has been known to me for some time. Surely you merit punishment for that?” he concluded in the mildest manner.

  “Wh...wh...what will you do?” quavered Emily.

  “You are to receive a lesson, my sweet—it is as simple as that,” rejoined Selina. “Do finish your port, Emily, or we shall be all day about it.”

  Again Selina's tone and attitude amused me, and I now saw her worth. Taking Emily's glass from her hand—for the young lady drained it in one nervous gulp—she faced her and took on a severe look which hardly became the attractiveness of her features.

  “You will now come upstairs with me, will you not, Emily?” she asked, though the manner of her speaking suggested a command rather than a question. At that Emily threw a wild look to Lord C. who however stood impassive for a moment but then, seeing her hesitation barked once “EMILY!” in such a tone as sent her scuttling out in the wake of Selina.

  We being then alone, I asked him quietly, “What is now to happen? Shall she be birched?” Thereupon he smiled and embraced me with such closeness that I distinctly felt his member standing stiff up beneath his vestments against my dress.

  “No, Arabella, she will not be birched but strapped. It is a far more effective instrument as you shall see.”

  “As I shall see? I intend not to taste it myself save perhaps by way of amourous play.”

  “That you may have as well, if you want,” he laughed, “but as to seeing, there is no problem, as I shall show you in a minute. What adorable lips you have—so perfectly formed for kissing!” So saying he moved his mouth all about mine and then slipped his tongue between my teeth while passing his hand down my hip and inching up my dress.

  “You naughty man, you are hard enough already at the thought of it,” I murmured, feeling an ineffable thrill as simultaneously I grasped his erect member through the fine cloth of his trousers while he, finding that I wore no drawers (for I had thrown them behind the tree upon being discovered) made free with the warm, naked bulb of my bottom. Then ensued such whisperings between kisses and caresses as delight all sensuous partners, I freeing his upstanding cock the while. Did he enjoy strapping? Had he strapped Selina? Had he really seen Emily toying with her brother's prick? Had he himself had her drawers down?

  His excitement rose with every question, while his skill in avoiding direct answers was—in the passionate circumstances—excellent. Did he not want to fuck them both, I asked, as from above came the most distinct cracking sounds of leather meeting bare flesh. “Perhaps,” he taunted, “but would you have me do such a wicked thing?”

  “I might and I might not,” I replied in equal measure to his coy evasiveness, “but what of allowing me to see poor Emily receiving the strap.”

  “Oh, poor Emily, pouf! Selina knows well how to wield it in such a manner as will cause her no great pain but rather stimulation. Come—for I believe we shall arrive at an opportune moment.”

  Following him then into the hallway and up the winding staircase, he let us into an ante room that adjoined Emily's bedroom. There, while I watched and stood as silent as I knew I must, he removed a small painting and disclosed to my eyes two small peepholes which gave on to her bed. He taking the one and I the other so that our shoulders nudged, what a sight met my eyes!

  Kneeling upon the bed was Emily, bereft of all save for her stockings and shoes. Selina herself had cast off her dress and stood sensuously attired in a small black silk corset that left her fine, full breasts uncovered and— below—framed with its lacy fringe the bold dark bush of her cunny. Her snowy breasts, each jutting boldly forth, looked so luscious with their pointed brown nipples that I longed there and then to caress and kiss them.

  How many strokes of the broad leather strap the sobbing Emily had received I knew not, but the smooth orb of her bottom was already a bright pink and with every new CRA-AAAAACK! of the tawse (as it is properly called) splatting across her nether cheeks, a bubbling cry broke from her and she jerked her hips forward.

  “Are you not a bad girl?” asked Selina a trifle breathlessly.

  “No-ooooh! I am not! Oh, I am not!”

  CRA-AAAACK! and SPLATT! sounded then the tawse again in a full double salute that raised the pink tinge on Emily's bottom to a brighter hue.

  “Emily! I will ask you again! Are you or are you not?”

  “Yes, yes, yes, I am—oh, please stop!”

  I was already now quite beside myself, for Lord C. had cupped one hand beneath my bottom which he was tickling most rudely while his free one played the devil with my moist cunny. For my part, I frigged him gently. “Is she not ripe for it now?” I dared to whisper.

  “Yes, my love, but watch—watch on,” breathed he even as Selina swathed the broad leather from side to side bringing ever more bubbling cries and howls from Emily whose head hung down as she squatted on all fours, presenting not only her hot bottom but the luscious fig of her slit to our view. The sight, of course, was causing my companion's rod to throb ever more fiercely in my hand until I was afraid that he would spill prematurely and so spoil whatever immediate fun might follow—hence I toyed with him more lightly.

  Then it was that Selina silently let the tawse slither to the carpet and quickly seized something from a shelf which had all the aspect of a penis and was in fact a velvet-covered dildo. Being unaware of this movement and rather tensing herself for a further swathing, Emily remained perfectly in position, turning her head rather too late as Selina mounted the bed behind her, ringed her waist with one arm and nosed the head of the dildo smoothly up between her lovelips.

  What a shriek sounded! What a wild twisting of both Emily's head and hips! But there was no escaping now the simulation of the act which she most clearly desired but could not bring herself to otherwise surrender to. Moaning and sobbing within the tight ringing of Selina's arm, she received inch by inch the doughty imitation penis until just over half was buried sweetly up within her.

  “OOOH-OOOH-OOOH! you cannot!”

  “Oh yes, my dear, I can, for you are now in training, Emily. I have strapped you before with your Papa's permission, but have never put you to the cock before, albeit that it is not a real one—though it soon will be.”

  “AHH-OOOH! I can't St...St...stand it! Take it out! Oh, it's going too far up!”

  “No, my pet, you have but seven inches out of nine. Ah, you little devil, how juicy the strapping has made you,” chortled Selina who leapt from the bed and—while holding the dildo in with her left hand—gripped the nape of Emily's neck with her right and pushed her head down. Then to further bubbling cries from Emily she commenced movin
g the dildo suavely in and out.

  What a delicious sight that was! Emily's hot bottom weaved and jerked, her sobs resounding, but even so I could see by various subtle movements of her hips that Nature was responding to the call, as indeed I feared Lord C.'s prick would at any moment. To his great dismay I therefore desisted from rubbing it and instead couched his swollen balls on my hand.

  “Suck it!” he groaned, quite beside himself.

  “No,” I replied pertly, while certain that dear Emily was beyond all hearing now for her breath was positively gasping out and her hips working more eagerly to the steady shunting of the dildo. “You have seen enough, sir—how rude of you,” I taunted him and then fled on tiptoe to the landing where he was forced to follow. There being bedrooms all about along the corridor, I ran to one with his lordship in hot pursuit and cast myself down on a bed smiling at him. Falling as one berserk upon me he attempted to ruffle up my skirt and so get at me but I prevented him—in part, I confess, by digging my nails into the back of his hand which caused him to yelp and look woebegone.

  “How crude you are—let us undress and do it properly,” I said at which, of course, he leapt up and began to divest himself of coat, shirts, trousers and all else while I had merely to remove my dress, chemise and boots. Then would he have mounted me on the instant, but lying upon the bed with him I clipped my thighs close together.

  “Pray wait. You are in too much of a lather and will come too quickly for my pleasure. What lovely bottoms and titties they both have. Tell me truthfully, have you not sheathed this fine prick of yours in Selina?”

  He, kissing me all about, nibbling at my risen nipples and rubbing his monster to the side of my thigh, replied that it must be the greatest secret, but that he had and for several years past for she had learned to bounce her bottom early to his desires.

  “Excellent! At least we have come to that point. Now pray tell me what Selina meant by the training of Emily.”

  “Ah, as to that she has a penchant for it and would have had her way earlier had I not forbidden it. She desires to bring sweet Emily to such a point as will bring her to imitate herself. What little Emily has learned has induced her so far to toy with George's cock and to watch it being done to others. Or, at least, so Selina tells me.”