Anonymous - Arabella

“It is not as you think, Arabella,” remarked Mary, “for only young ladies from the best families are themselves entertained here. It is a refuge for all sorts of games where one is perfectly free from interference or the knowledge of others. That you were a little roughly treated was part of your education.”

“Oh indeed, but perhaps we did not need it,” Elaine said tartly.

“Tut tut, my dear, we all do. Even an old dog may be taught new tricks. The gentlemen here expect to make no payment, nor the young ladies to receive any. Be not put out, for it was in fun. Have you not learned a little?”

At this, one of the gentlemen, who had so far taken no part in the conversation, leaned forward and spoke rapidly in French to our hostess who listened politely, nodded, and then regarded Elaine.

“The two gentlemen would like to enjoy you together, my dear. Are you willing?” she asked.

A quite comical expression passed over my cousin's face at that. She was clearly taken aback at this straightforward request. Being seated beside her, I passed my arm about her waist and drew her back upon the floor so suddenly that she had no time to resist.

“Yes, she will,” I laughed and thereupon smothered Elaine's mouth with my own, clasping her body tightly beneath her armpits. “You will, will you not?” I asked her softly.

“I don't want to with both of them!” she gasped.

“Yes you do, you silly-you may suck one and have the other in your pussy at the same time,” I said, observing out of the corner of my eye while kissing her that the two gentlemen had risen and were solemnly removing their slippers and trousers.

“No, no, no-you do it,” she babbled and attempted to twist about in my arms whereat Pearl came and stood right over her, straddling her figure, so that she pinned her down by her gown with her heels.

“An end to this coyness, girl. Rise, Arabella, and leave her. All is to be voluntary. Up with your dress, Elaine, and prepare to put yourself to them. NOW!”

So abrupt and seemingly cold were Pearl's words that Elaine obeyed her more quickly perhaps than she had done anything before. Her legs being so delightful in shape, her bottom so round, and her cunny seeming to pout for attention, none could help but admire her as she lay pettishly waiting for the attentions that were soon enough bestowed on her. Expressing themselves with many words of praise which I could distinguish well enough, one gently skewered her thighs apart and lay upon her-deftly inserting his rampant weapon, while the other knelt by her head and brought her mouth up to his knob.

“How strange that she is still hesitant,” I murmured to Pearl and Mary who stood with me watching.

“It is but her way. I believe she prefers it for it titillates her the more. We all have our little foibles and hers are not unattractive,” replied Mary who was as fascinated by we at the manner in which Elaine took to the sucking of one stiff penis while the other sported back and forth in her slit. Her cheeks were pink, her eyes closed. Little puffs and pants of satisfaction came from all three.

“I do believe she likes being put on exhibition,” I laughed, quite certain that in the rising miasmas of her pleasure Elaine would scarce hear a word. Coiling her stockinged legs up over the buttocks of the man who was fucking her, she began urging him on with her heels while drawing in her cheeks at the sucking of the other.

“There is a pride in it that a lusty young lady soon comes to know,” said Mary, caressing my bottom as she spoke. “Your horizons are ever being broadened, Arabella. Once complete freedom is obtained in putting yourself to the cock, happiness is certain. In the summer here we have meadow fucks and they are very pretty.”

“What then are they?” I asked.

“Picnics, my dear, with much wine and frivolity. Then two or three young ladies are fucked side by side in the warm grass. If there is not an extra prick to suck upon at the same time, one or other may draw upon the neck of a wine bottle and empty it even while she is receiving her other libation. Ah look, the devil is coming in her mouth!”

It was true. He who was receiving Elaine's oral attentions, withdrew his pulsing cock completely, twitched her nostrils between thumb and forefinger, and-thus forcing her mouth to remain open-expelled his long shoots of juice deep within, groaning much as he did so. This being apparently the signal for his companion-who waited until the last dribblings had been expelled-Elaine was then on her own under her stallion who wasted little time in pumping her cunny so well that she was completely inundated at both ends and lay in a seeming daze as his weapon in turn withdrew from between her lovelips.

Suffice to say that within the hour I was accorded the same dual salute and found enormous pleasure in sucking on a meaty shaft while the other was pestling me. The taste of sperm I found slightly salty but by no means obnoxious. It was the best possible thing for the complexion, I was told, and such surplus as remained upon both my pairs of lips was laughingly rubbed all about my face. After this, I required to bathe again, as Elaine did, whereupon-looking far more demure than we had upon arrival-we were kissed and complimented by all and took our departure.

At the hotel my uncle waited our return with obvious pleasure, though naught was said to him of. what had passed. One rarely discusses such things in distant aftermaths. What is done is done. Such pleasure as had been taken is but to be renewed. Only when it is may confidences be exchanged. Reminiscences are best exchanged or conveyed in the heat of the moment, unless it be in immediate converse-such as at the Comte's-after several lubricious bouts.

I spent the night alone. Carried to bed by her Papa, my cousin uttered not a squeak of protest. I had no doubt, however, that she would find cause to struggle prettily on less private occasions.

A few more days having passed in divers sports, we returned to England, having learned more than pride would oftimes allow us to confess. That mattered not to Pearl who was wise enough to know that consent lies often in silence. Our general air of wellbeing was obvious to all. Having actually visited the Louvre, the Tuileries and other places of notable interest over several afternoons, we were able to talk about them and thus allay any doubts as to the official reason for our visit.

But a week after our return, when life began to seem unconscionably dull again and not a penis had pulsed its longing before my eyes, Pearl brought news that she said would please me. I was invited to a wedding.

Socially interesting as the prospect appeared to be, it hardly filled me with the sense of excitement that I needed. I was too polite, of course, to say so. Imbued with mischief and meaning to tease me, Pearl allowed me at first to think that that was all there was to it. Soon enough, however, she divulged such further news of the event as made my eyes sparkle.

The bridegroom was to be one Ewart Maudsley, an honourable gentleman of the realm, who had reached the prime of his life at the age of forty-two. His bride-to-be was a widow, Catherine, who counted her years four less than he, and had two charming daughters and a son.

After the ceremony, which by necessity would be a non-ecclesiastical one, since Mr. Maudsley was divorced, there would be a private reception, said Pearl who could well see that I was bubbling for her to get to the point.

“Well, then, I shall tell you, for I have teased you with mundane facts for too long, Arabella. There is a certain tradition in the lady's family which decrees that upon marriage or remarriage the bride is to be anointed.”

“Oh, Pearl, you tease still! What does that mean and how does it interest me?”