Anonymous - Arabella

“Oh, Pearl, what will you have us do,” sobbed Catherine.

“Merely be truthful, my sweet-and please draw up your stockings tightly, both of you. Yes-that is better. Now, Catherine, I see no reason to conceal your secret any longer. You intended-and still intend, I trust-to let a delightful lustiness obtain after the formalities of your wedding ceremony were over. So be it. You intended also that both your lovely daughters should be inducted-if I may use a delicate term-but there is no longer need to wait for that now. Both have now been put to the cock and are fresh for more adventures. As for yourself, you suffered unduly from a lack of that very instrument with your former husband and so have lived in such dire frustration that you sought the forthcoming occasion as an outlet.”

“Dear heavens, how can you say this in front of them!” wailed Catherine who made to cover her face but had her wrists slapped away. With a perfectly angelic smile upon her lips, Pearl then stepped full close to her and, before Catherine could resist, had cupped the furry mound of her bared cunt.

“Dear, sweet Catherine, you wanted cock. Is a woman to be blamed for that? Of course not. Confess it and your trials shall be all but over, for this is such a common desire among us all that one need have no shame whatever in uttering it. See how a blush sits so prettily upon your cheeks, and how warm and moist your cunny is in its longing, its state of deprivation. Fear not that your secret-as you think of it-shall be spread to the world. None shall know of our future pleasures here save those you wish to know. This is true also of you, Grace,” Pearl murmured to the young woman who stood as one who knows not whether she is in a dream or not.

Even as she spoke, Catherine's breath had begun to come faster, for with every word Pearl had been so titillating her clitoris that her hips and bottom had begun to move in the most sensuous fashion.

“Mama! wh..wh…what shall I say?” cried Grace who then threw herself into her mother's arms as Pearl removed her sticky fingers.

“Speak but the truth-speak but the truth,” moaned Catherine, thus slyly passing a box of eggs, so to speak, to her daughter to be broken rather than by herself.

“What dears they are, what perfect treasures,” laughed Pearl, though without any malice in her tone and passing her hands as she spoke about their gleaming bottoms. “Come, Ewart, I see you are in a fit condition to embrace them both and make the peace here!”

No sooner of course had the invitation been extended, than the said gentleman sprang up from his amourous embrace with Susan and had his arms about their waists in a trice, this producing a shriek from Grace who huddled closer in to her Mama, their silken bellies and thighs meeting sensuously. “S…s…save me, Mama!” came her broken cry, for Mr. Maudsley's rampant cock-now bared-was pressed in throbbing longing to the side of her thigh.

“Stand still, I tell you, stand still!” came then a bark, though not as might have been expected from Pearl, who flourished still her whip, but from Mr. Maudsley himself. “You will listen to me, Grace-and you, Catherine. We are but anticipating future events, are we not? Let us have an end to hypocrisies, as Pearl has said.”

“My love, oh my love, I have been so wicked!” then cried Catherine who loosed her daughter and threw herself into his embrace, the better no doubt that she could feel his torrid weapon against her pulsating curves.

“My precious, not at all,” he soothed, “for we are come upon the matter now more discreetly than might otherwise have obtained. There is naught between us now that shall spoil our future pleasures. You shall have cock in plenty as shall both Grace and Susan. We entertain ourselves as frequently as we wish and the ceremony shall be precisely as you desired. Each of the males will put his prick to you in turn. Grace!-you, too-do you hear me, girl? Come, slip your hand between us, your dear Mama and I, and feel my cock.”

“B..b..but!” stammered she only to utter a resounding squeal as Pearl placed her slender fingers precisely where required. For a moment that seemed timeless then, Catherine uttered not a sound. Grace's knuckles pressed themselves to her Mama's belly as she grasped in a seemingly dazed fashion the massive staff of her future father, or as some might say her step-Papa. Then with a distinct quivering of her shapely limbs Catherine embraced her intended so that his charger was sensuously trapped betwixt all three.

“Oh, who will you have first, dearest?” she murmured in a choked voice.

“Grace, of course, for she must learn to go under him and you two will then pass the most amourous night together!”

It was Pearl, of course, who spoke and Grace who upon her words would have retracted her enclasping fingers had she not received from me a sharp SMACK on her bottom.

“No! Oh no!” wailed that maiden as if in deepest shock.

“Oh yes, indeed! Would you spoil everything?” responded Pearl who, by putting one foot behind the elegant stockinged legs of Grace, tripped her neatly to the carpet so that she fell crablike on her back-arms and legs waving-and then uttered a loud “PMFFFF!” as Mr. Maudsley promptly descended upon her.

“HOO-HOO-HOOO! MA-MA!” squealed Grace, but already the distended, purplish crest of his long thick pego was at the mouth of her cunny. Struggle as she might- and her desperation seemed not so great as it might have been had Pearl not “stabled” her-the throbbing shaft entered her with supreme majesty, being swallowed up inch by inch within her silken sheath until with a febrile cry Grace was pistoned to the full.

“Legs well open, girl ["commanded Pearl who accompanied her words by flicking with her whip all about Grace's ankles. Her own face suffused meanwhile, Catherine could only gaze down at the couple in what appeared to be awed curiosity which I soon ensured was further heightened by passing my hands lingeringly all about and beneath her bottom and cunt.

“NOO-NOO-NOO-NOO-AAAAH!” came from Grace. Her legs being positively skewed wide out now, so that Mr. Maudsley was pleasantly couched between them, her flushed and beautiful face then all but disappeared under his. Their mouths met, a whimper from her echoed in his throat, and then her silk-sheathed legs rose and wound tight about his manly buttocks as the motions of his virile tool commenced urging her to pleasure. Such small sounds as then emerged from their well-meshed lips indicated only her increasing desire while the silky, plump orb of her bottom rolled amourously upon his cupping palms.

Hot-eyed and silent as Catherine was, I turned her mouth to mine while Pearl, taken advantage of her freedom from action, went to tickle Susan's eager little cunny with her finger.

“Is it not nice? Is all not well now?” I softly asked our hostess while the pleasure moans of the enlaced pair sounded beneath us.

“The naughty man-he will have three now and I but one,” murmured Catherine who was plainly enjoying both the watching and my fondling.

“Nonsense, my dear, for you are free now to do as you wish, and besides there is one who has yet to be introduced to the full pleasures of life-which is to say of course your son, Bertram.”

At that, Catherine's knees quivered and bent, her legs opening. She appeared to be on the point of coming, as indeed she was-and as, a trifle prematurely perhaps, was Mr. Maudsley from his grunts and groans. He could be forgiven that, however, on his first foray into his future stepdaughter's warm and willing maw-a sentiment she appeared to share as with bubbling cries she received the powerful jets of his libation.

“No-ho-ho, I could not!” moaned Catherine, sagging against me.

I ignored her feeble objection, naturally. Bertram, after all, could scarcely be excluded from the marital ceremony, as well she must have known.