ARABELLA (27 page)

So ready indeed was he that he all but thrust it up into her cunt on the instant, but being apprised by me that if he hastened too soon he would neither be paid nor asked to give a repeat performance, he entered but his knob and half his shaft within her hairy maw while I, throwing open the French windows on to the garden, tripped quickly outside and ran as in an alarm to Herbert and his nieces.

“Oh, you will not believe what is about! Come quickly!” I implored in such a tone that the three were upon my heels as I re-entered the drawing room there to find the youth well and steadily at work while Esmeralda, rocking her hips and squirming her fat bottom, was no doubt in the belief that she was dreaming it all.

The cries that rose from Priscilla and Kate upon viewing such a lubricious scene, with the youth's balls smacking at every stroke beneath their aunt's resplendent derriere are better imagined than described. Both covered their eyes, uncovered them, and then covered them yet again.

Such a cacophony of sounds then ensued as would have delighted any stage manager.

“What is about here?” cried Herbert, whose cry of apparent alarm did not delay the youth's activity for a moment since I had forewarned him of events and indeed had told him that the young ladies in particular were most desirous of seeing his doughty prick in action—“such being one of their strange foibles,” as I had said and which he in his ignorance was ready to believe.

“AH! Oh!” screeched the nieces simultaneously. Bang! Bang! came at the front door.

“Oh my heavens, who is that?” came with apparent wildness from myself while simultaneously rushing to open it upon the arranged arrival of Selina and Emily who, crowding then into the room, made a perfect theatre of it all.

As for the youth whose cock was literally steaming back and forth in Esmeralda's tunnel, he grinned vacantly all about, believing himself utterly king of the castle or cock of the roost and ready to tread all the females about him. Finding no other resort, Priscilla and Kate then fainted, or so well appeared to do so that they each sank to the floor and there lay inert, which suited my plan to the hilt.

“Upstairs with them quickly and I will follow,” I charged Herbert, Selina and Emily, being quite convinced that the girls had not really fainted at all but had sought refuge in the pose of so doing and hence would have to keep up appearances until they were got up to a convenient bedroom. Thus did they themselves act as accomplices to my scheme, however unknowingly, while in the next minute I saw to it that Esmeralda was as well pumped and spermed as a woman might be. Indeed, as the flushed youth withdrew at last his cock, several heavy drops of sperm fell from its enflamed nose, which spoke well for his virility.

“Have her upon the floor now and keep her occupied in such a way as suits you, for you will not be disturbed now for a long time,” I advised him and thrust such coins upon him as he had earned. Dumb as any ox and no doubt as bewildered as he was pleased, he pocketed the money in the smock he wore and which served as his single upper garment. Not until I reached the door and prepared to close it upon him did he find words.

“I never knew the loikes of this, Missus,” he declared.

“Nor will you again, my lad, unless I so summon you. Do your work well and you may be further rewarded.”

With that I made my way up feeling such a sense of elation in me as I had rarely before experienced. Several shrieks from the girls had reached my ears in the short passage of time since they had been taken up. Their recovery from the vapours had been seemingly instantaneous, but now their cries were so muffled as to be scarcely audible beyond the bedroom door.

The boudoir chosen for the scene of their “donations” to the best of causes had a large, high bed which promised well for the postures they had already been made to take up. The drapes of the bed had been drawn back and all was in view. Most importantly Selina and Emily had gagged them, for this we had agreed on beforehand lest their initial cries sounded too loud and spoiled the merriment.

Both Priscilla and her sister lay uncovered on the bellies—by which I mean that their skirts were drawn to their waists and their frilly drawers removed. Such splendours of feminine allure are rarely revealed in perfect twinship, side by side. Their legs were long and slender, save where their prettily rounded knees gave way slowly to the rich swelling of their thighs. Their bottoms were as round and polished apples, deliciously pale in aspect. I would have preferred them naked, but knew the haste of the matter in getting them down first. Each lay with her face buried in the quilt while Selina sternly “lectured" Herbert, as had also been pre-arranged.

“You have seen what these naughty girls were prepared to witness and may well have encouraged their aunt to do while you were inveigled into the garden,” declared Selina to muffled squawks from both. “It is for you, sir, to punish them that they might thereby know your authority more than they appear to have done heretofore in this house. Are you not of the same mind, Arabella?” she asked as I closed the door.

“Indeed. Esmeralda hinted to me that she might have a secret visitor and even made so bold as to ask me to absent myself for a while. I did so, of course, out of politeness, yet you can well imagine my horror when I saw what she was about. This poor man has suffered much between the three of them and hence retribution must be immediate.”

I had brought with me a small valise in which I had carried the wine. Also within lay a tawse which I now produced—out of sight, of course, of the girls. Herbert, meanwhile, having uttered such remarks about the whole matter as justified the scene to his listening nieces, prepared himself for the event by rapidly doffing his attire until he stood ready in his shirt—a look of perfect glory on his face and his standard raised for Selina, Emily and I to see.

Some feminine instinct then warned both his nieces to turn their heads as best they could. Indeed, their foreheads bumped together rather comically as they did so and observed, standing immediately between them and behind them, their uncle with his raised cock. Not unnaturally their eyes bulged and two thin screams were emitted from behind their gags. Too petrified to move until now, they made to do so as one but were immediately thrust down by Selina and Emily and so held by their shoulders while I awarded each of their tight bottoms a warning flick of the leather. Their hips jumped, as might be expected, but I entered not into an immediate strapping of their nether glories as perhaps Selina and Emily expected. Instead I began to lecture them quietly, underlining each telling phrase with another flick and another until faint pink spots appeared on their otherwise flawless cheeks.

I pride myself on my ability to lecture young ladies, though I was then scarce six years their senior. “Your aunt has thought well to protect you so far from the approach of the male organ but feels she can do so no longer and that you are both ripe to be put up to it. Neither of you are to fear the event, nor are you to struggle overmuch when your uncle is put to you.”

My voice at such times tends to a monotone which I am told is quite hypnotic. How much of my words the two absorbed I know not, for they had buried their faces in blushing shame at my first phrases and were besides jerking and writhing ever more to the snapping and taunting of the strap while Selina and Emily both firmly held their shoulders down, their eyes glowing not only at the manner of my “preliminaries” but showing every excitation themselves at the flowing of my words which washed—as they said afterwards—like erotic waves over them.

As I continued now with my softly-spoken peroration, so I began to stir the tawse the faster and the harder. Priscilla, being the first to receive a really doughty stroke that seared full across her polished orb, leapt like a fish, her howl sounding through her gag, as next did Kate's.

“Hold your legs well open, both of you,” I snapped, “or you will get it harder. Now, my pets, you are to receive a full dozen each to heat your lovely bottoms for the fray. Hold them well, girls!”

CRA-AAAACK! and SPLATT! the tawse then sounded, though for the unlearned who may be among you I find I need to explain that the sound of the tawse is far worse than its bite. The leather is thick and heavy. It falls lazily rather than swiftly, but due to its width— almost some five inches in this case—the whole area of the bottom feels heated and quite deliciously stung under its broad impact. The sensation it accords is different to that of the whip, for while the tawse indeed does sting it also impels a glowing heat into the derriere which builds up slowly. One who is to be truly punished might receive three of four dozen strokes at the least, but this was not the purpose of my present exercise. I required only to bring the girls up to such a fervent state of readiness as would make their tight rosy holes more receptive to the glowing penis that awaited them.

His cock quivering, Herbert could scarcely wait for the denouement and stood ready to lunge. I hastened the affair not, however, for a tawsing crudely done and over-hastily effected will do no good whatever. Only when both his nieces' glowing bottoms—writhing and tossing madly as they were—were in my view ready to be cleft did I step aside.

Herbert approached then within but a few inches of Priscilla's squirming orb, his heavy balls swinging and his cock a full nine inches in its majestic uprising. At the first touch of hands to her hips, Priscilla seemed to sense that they were his and made a wild attempt to rise, this being however forestalled by Selina who leaned all her weight upon her, observing merrily, “No, Miss, you are about to be exercised now!”

Quivering visibly with lust, Herbert palmed her hot orb as if in a dream and then parted the tight cheeks to expose the puckered rim between. At that I found it necessary to aid Selina by placing my own two hands in the small of Priscilla's back as her muffled, rattling cry announced that his penis had begun to effect its inexorable entry.

I have bewailed before—I trust not to the boredom of my readers—the despair I have sometimes encountered in endeavouring to recapture the divine moments of amourous combat in all their subtle, fleshly details. Would that I could do so of the moment that was upon us—or rather, upon Priscilla and her uncle.

His face positively lustred with lust and happiness and his loins straining mightily, he effected the majestic entry of his cock into her bottom with the initial caution and slowness in which I had instructed him. Priscilla's head twisted madly from side to side and had it not been for the strong clasping of his hands to the fronts of her stockinged legs, she would I am sure have evaded the rude prodding of his prick.

“Slowly, my dear,” I murmured within her hearing, seeing the tendons on her neck straining and her eyes full bulging while a series of whimpers issued from her throat. As for Kate, she had turned her face the other way and lay sobbing under her gag while Emily restrained her would-be movements gently.

“HAAAAR!” gasped Herbert then for the tightness of Priscilla's rimmed orifice around his stiff, veined penis was well evident from the expression of wonder and excitement on his face. Indeed, I understate the look on his face. It was in all truth one of delirium. He, however, mastered himself well and a full minute passed before he achieved the full lodgement of his prick in the silky and succulent tube which was destined to receive it.

“Remove her gag,” I then instructed Selina quietly while Herbert with flushed and quivering features kept himself embedded so that his balls brushed the nested haven of her quim.

With the removal of the cloth from around Priscilla's mouth came her expected howls, cries, entreaties and sobs. “NO-WOH! NO-WOH! Do not let him! Oh, take it out, take it out, take it OUT!”

I motioned Selina aside and slid my face so quickly beneath Priscilla's, with my arms tightly clasped under her armpits that her howls sounded full against my ears.

“Shush, dear, shush, it is but for your own good,” I soothed while tasting the appealing saltiness of her tears and feeling the vibrant sobbing of her lips to my cheek. Then—“Herbert, do not move yet—refrain yourself as you must so that this little darling will best feel its throbbing and its length,” said I.

“Oh no, he mustn't, he mustn't, he mustn't!” babbled Priscilla, though I, more knowing than she and sensing well the sensations she was enduring, caught such a slight change of note in her voice as encouraged me mightily, for by a deep instinct well known to well-corked females young or old, she now held her hips more still and was privately savouring, as well I knew, the exquisite sensations that his fully sheathed prick was producing in her.

“Kiss me—come, darling, kiss me and be a good girl,” I whispered beguilingly. For a long and fretful moment while issuing the prettiest of moans she sought to evade my seeking lips, I laughing meanwhile with full understanding while she did so.

“Now, Herbert, now!” I commanded and with that I drew her quavering, sobbing mouth upon my own while his big corker withdrew slowly and then majestically rammed in again.

“DOH-DOH-DOH-DOH!” yammered Priscilla meaningless into my open mouth, our tongues being now touching since she could no longer elude the sensuous moment. Well at her then, Herbert began to shaft her deeply, each forward stroke of his penis bringing an ardent quiver from her. “WHOOO-AAAAARGH!” gurgled Priscilla, flooding my mouth with her breath in a manner that I found as exquisitely exciting as all the rest. Seeing naught, I could yet hear her flushed bottom cheeks smacking into his belly with every stroke, the slimness of her waist and the bulbous conformation of her adorable derriere rendering each second one of utter beauty and sensuousness.