ARABELLA (26 page)

If I gained a full conquest in what was to occur, I also gained a fervent admirer in Selina with whom I had up to this time been the passive rather than the active companion. How carefully my steps were taken shall be seen, for I first needed to make acquaintance with the uncle. He, being under the watchful eyes of his wife as much as his nieces were, I chose to represent myself first as a charity worker and so inveigled myself into the house by way of inviting donations, receipts of blankets and old clothing—all such as one normally collects in doing good works.

The pious are ever anxious to please, believing perhaps that in so doing they encourage to themselves the greater admiration of their Creator—a philosophy I take to be a nonsense. For though I bow as all do to our Creator, I can never bring myself to believe that such mundane deeds as the giving of a few sovereigns or a couple of old blankets would be singled out as meriting the donor a better afterlife than others. How unkind this would be upon the poor who can give nothing by way of material things!

Such thoughts lessening my conscience ever, I found Esmeralda much as I expected to find her, which is to say in the middle way of life, neither fat nor thin, and possessing still a reasonable attractiveness as well as a goodly, large bottom. The fact that the last-named was itself to receive “donations” caused me to smile inwardly while being entertained by her, promised gifts, and introduced to Priscilla, Kate, and Herbert—as was the uncle's name.

Priscilla and Kate were twins indeed, of elegant slim-ness, pale of features and with large eyes. That they seemingly had good legs and were a mite above middling height pleased me, for so a girl should be who is destined to be bent over to receive her future gains.

Thus having made covert entrance to the house, as it were, I needfully gained the attention of Herbert who by good chance was a master builder. I needed his advice, said I, upon the enlarging and converting of a small house into a refuge for the homeless. My manner of speech being ever soft and my general appearance made utterly demure by deliberate choice of the most unfetching dress and bonnet I had been able to find, I thus utterly dissolved any suspicions that his wife might have had of my enticing him away from the house. By making my request hesitantly, and ever seeking an eager nod from Esmeralda, I soon enough won the day and arranged to meet the good gentleman at an address I gave him.

Two days later our rendezvous was made, and no greater delight ever appeared on a man's face than when he saw me arrayed modishly in a dress that more freely offered all my curves to his view. Moreover, the address I had given him was one of a hostelry—much to his astonishment—though not for long when my purpose was made plain.

I was not of course so indiscreet as to rush into explanations immediately. I did confess to a certain subterfuge in entering his residence, though at haste to point out—most truthfully, I should say—that I frequently did collect on behalf of charities for the needy. Utterly intrigued—and not a little bewitched by me—he hung upon my every word as we sat lunching in an upper private room of the hostelry.

One of my lesser-known charitable works, I softly informed him, was in assisting gentlemen of the first rank (a phrase that made him flush with pleasure).

“In what way, may I ask?” he enquired.

I shrugged as if the matter were really of no great moment. “There are deeds of giving and deeds of love, are there not? They appertain mostly, of course, to works of charity, yet within one's own domicile there are deeds of love to be performed also. What beautiful nieces you have! I trust they are of my mind,” said I smoothly enough while he—mouthing for the bait, as it were—caught it nicely.

“They are—er—that is to say—er, backward. A little perhaps,” he said with consummate politeness.

I clucked my tongue at this and appeared to consider the matter. “They are not beyond redemption? Have you endeavoured to convert them?”

At this he gaped a little—for which I could scarce blame him. Taking advantage of his momentary confusion, I rose from the table and sat upon a small sofa, motioning him politely to follow. This he did, whereupon I laid my hand comfortingly on his knee. “Let us not be coy about the matter,” said I, “for as I saw it both Priscilla and Kate are worthy girls who well deserve pleasuring. They are close upon eighteen are they not?”

Seeming a trifle distraught or excited, he nodded, being feared perhaps to speak for the moment. Then, gathering himself under the questioning look in my eyes, he said as if with some attempt at self-excusing, “They are prime to be mounted. Dare I say that?”

“You may of course,” I laughed, “since it is true. They have not yet learned that charity is giving and hence they must be taken. You have the wherewithal to do this, I imagine?” Saying this with quite a sparkle, I passed my hand up his thigh and discovered an expected eruption that felt sufficiently hard and long to please any maiden.

“Ah then, you mean what you say!” he exclaimed and, casting his arms about me, donated many a fruitful kiss upon my lips while I deftly unveiled his rigid member.

“What else? They are fair to be put up to this, but once they are in position and ready to be saddled, as it were, you, sir, will have to learn constraint.” Being asked then what I meant and his hands already in course of raising my skirt, I responded that in what I was pleased to call the ethic of the matter, only his own cock must first make entry into their sublime bottoms, for to permit another so to do would be a coarseness. “On the first occasion at least,” I added.

“By jove, I see the sense of that. A purely domestic occasion, what?”

“You may see the sense of it, but can you do it, for as I see it they must be put up to you side by side. Come, let me demonstrate, for you are in fine fettle and I ready to receive your charge. Give me first a little room that I may kneel up—so.” Thus saying I uncovered myself to the waist and to his supreme delight exhibited the fact that I was wearing no drawers. The sofa creaked a little, but by bending his knees and pressing them to the edge of the seat he was enabled to present the nose of his cock to my rosette.

“Dearest, what a bottom you have,” he exclaimed hoarsely while causing me the most pleasant of sensations as the rubbery rim of my most secret aperture yielded slowly to his nudging.

“That is precisely the sort of compliment I wish you to pay Priscilla and Kate. Oh, but enter it slowly for the first three or four inches, then ram it up me to the full. Oh, you brute, what a monster of a prick you have! AH! OOH!”

In such circumstances I am not always given to lucid conversation. His prodder was indeed thick and doughty and was expanding my narrow channel deliciously so that all the breath seemed to be being forced from my body. Unbuttoning my corsage as best I could, I allowed his hands to delve within and cup the pendant gourds of my tits as the last three inches of his throbbing penis split my bumptious cheeks.

“Hold there!” I gasped, “oh, hold!” for like most males he needed tutoring in the art. “Imagine for a moment that you are thus in Priscilla's bottom, Herbert. She will churn her hips greatly and may cry out, but you must hold her as one does a nervous filly. Above all, keep your prick well up her for a long moment as you are now doing. Remember, too, that dear Kate will be also positioned in readiness for your amourous assault alongside her. You may thus fondle her quim and bottom while reaming Priscilla. In and out now, but not too fast and take care that you do not come, for that is the discipline you must put upon yourself in your first exercising of them. Ah yes, in-out, in-out, slowly, so!”

“My God, I want to come,” he groaned, whereat I snapped at him that he must not.

“No, sir, for that will spoil the whole affair. If you emerge from Priscilla with a limp cock, poor Kate will be utterly cheated. You must delve your tool in and out of them alternately until you are truly fit to burst. Each must receive at least twenty strokes of your fine weapon before you spill your juice.”

“Permit me this time, at least!” he groaned.

“No! If you do, I promise you nothing further! Take it out NOW—yes, already! Out, I say.”

Downcast and throbbing mightily, he obeyed, I feeling the loss no less than he, for his penis was so thick and long that one was truly corked, and gloriously so. My bottom felt bereft with the final exit of his knob, but he—as I told him—had to exercise his willpower as much as I. Seating myself quickly, but with my skirts full up, I cheated any further endeavour he might have made, though clasping his weapon tenderly and assuring him that he had done well.

“They will not let me have them, though,” he groaned of a sudden, as might one who has inhabited a realm of fantasy and now finds himself returned willy-nilly to the harsh world of reality.

“Will not?” I laughed. “We shall see as to that. I give you my word upon it that they will—and freely after their first or second trials. As to your dear wife—for I am sure that she will be the next subject of your objections—have no fear upon that score, either. All shall be seen to if you will but trust me. Will you?” And with that I bent and sucked his swollen crest so nicely—my mouth neither loose nor over-tight—that he groaned out his agreement immediately and began thrusting his throbbing member back and forth between my lips as smoothly as though it were in my cunt. Enchanting as the exercise was, however, I gave him but half a minute of this and then left his steaming rod to quiver in the air.

“What a tease you are!” he groaned.

“I have been known to be, but am not on this occasion. You, too, are in training, sir, for your balls must be full for the manly task that awaits you. How firm and eager it stands, and must do so on the day. However much Priscilla may squeal, protest and wriggle when you first cleave her cheeks, she will also know the first pangs of jealousy when you withdraw and afford her sister the same salute.”

“Ah, I cannot believe that it will happen! Pray do not keep me waiting long, I beg you. But may I not fuck them also, for I long so to do.”

“You fool, of course, but their first exercising must be disciplinary and a cock in the bottom is by far the best means of ensuring their future obedience, for it is a sensation neither will forget and indeed will come to cherish. As to your wife, she too may seek some further licence after the event and that I am sure you will allow her.”

“What is to do with her, though? You have not told me!”

“Have I not?” I answered with great innocence. “There is a farm lad whose acquaintance I have made. It is not my fashion normally to bring a lowly male to such a lady, but in this case the means are justified. You will come upon her in the act of congress with him, and you must ensure that your nieces are also witnesses to the event, for I would wager that they have not so much as seen a rigid penis yet, or have you perhaps had an opportunity to display your fine appendage to them?”

“Almost but not quite. My wife came upon me too soon,” he confessed dolefully.

“As I thought—but no matter. They will have fair sight of it soon enough. You may then begin to exercise them regularly. Your dear wife may even prove a convert to the cause once she has been able to view the proceedings, for few women can resist the sight, nor indeed the accompanying and most luscious sounds, of a nubile young girl wriggling to a man's embedded cock. But enough of such talk for you must conserve yourself for the great event. Let us say in two days time, on Sunday, for it will be a most appropriate day for your good lady to be kneeling while receiving the pestle.”

Thus in the most bizarre but amusing fashion was the scene set. Upon the appointed day and hour I presented myself anew to Esmeralda, bringing her—as I” said—some fine wine for all her kindness. Being a ready tippler as she was, the bottle was soon enough open, I delaying with apologies through a pretended fit of coughing my own partaking of it while she tasted it and found it—as she said—much to her liking. In but a moment her glass was drained, whereat a most peculiar look of dreaminess came over her as the opiate took effect. She leaned back and with eyes half closed made feeble attempts to clutch at the air and then subsided with a sigh, her eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks full rosy.

I waited then a long minute before rising and stepping over to her quietly. From the garden I could hear the voices of Herbert and his two nieces as they played croquet—for he was of course under my instructions what to do. Esmeralda sat back on the sofa as one dreaming pleasantly—as I am sure she was. In order to test the depth of her slumber I began cautiously to unbutton her corsage and, proceeding little by little, finally brought out to view two large firm tits whose thick brown nipples looked at any moment ready to rise into even greater prominence.

Esmeralda stirred not but moaned a little as I passed my palms all about and beneath her mammalian beauties and saw to it that her nipples were well erected before then going quietly to the front door where I let in my accomplice. He was a young fellow of no account, a strapping twenty-year-old who could not believe his good fortune that he was about to fuck a lady and be paid several guineas into the bargain.

I had spun him such a yarn, of course, as he believed, telling him that the lady most enjoyed it when she was in an apparent state of dreaminess and that he might get no words from her but would receive plenty of encouragement. I will not however dwell too long upon the preliminaries that followed, for that which was to succeed this little orgiastic scene was of more importance. Within some five minutes—for it took at least two to wrest Esmeralda from her dress, chemise and drawers—the doughty lady, moaning much but encouraged by our dual caresses—was upon her hands and knees on the sofa with her bottom well thrust up and her anonymous champion ready to dip his lance.