Anonymous - Arabella

“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 escape 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.