Anonymous - Arabella

There are two kinds of orgies as they are called, though I like not overmuch the term. The first are those which flare up spontaneously, as when a gentleman becomes exceedingly amourous with a lady during a private gathering- perhaps during dancing-and others are emboldened to follow suit. Alternatively there are those which are discreetly pre-arranged among carefully selected couples who are well aware, by virtue of being “accidentally” sent a copy of the short invitation list, what is afoot.

Of course, there may be well-founded moral objections to such occasions on the grounds that jealousies can result with consequent injury to relationships. Given, however, that one's fellow guests are primed in advance, all proceeds well and merrily and many a marriage has even been much enlivened in its future course by such introductions to the Priapic and Sapphic joys. It would be unfair of me to conceal the fact that orgies are also the means of introducing an untried young filly to several rampant cocks. Indeed, this is often enough a splendid means of softening her up to her future pleasures, and any foolish struggling that might otherwise have occurred is much diminished for she follows the example of others whose social standing is equal to her own, which is naturally of great importance.

Thus might it well have been with Grace and Susan, but with some caution-and not a little mischief-Pearl and I had now seen to it that they were thoroughly primed in advance. There remained only then to “introduce” Bertram-a fine strapping young man-to his Mama in order to complete the amourous circle. He was due to return on leave from his regiment three days before the ceremony and hence Pearl and I decided to surprise him.

This we did by saying nothing whatever to him of what was to pass-a matter in which Catherine and her little entourage were also counselled. I had more than a little admiration for the lady, for I knew no other who could have arranged for herself to receive the blissful urging of half a dozen pricks and more in the sight of all and under the comforting banner of “tradition.” Her daughters now being given up to the same pleasures as she, Catherine felt freer to act in whatever way she would, but even so most intelligently played monitor to affairs, ordaining that Grace and Susan were to receive the accolade of Mr. Maudsley's cock but once a week.

I am urged by Pearl, who now and then looks to my manuscript to see what is appearing in it, to describe in fulsome detail the splendid orgy that Catherine's wedding day occasioned. As much might one attempt to detail all that happens in a circus when different performers are attempting to engage the audience's attention simultaneously! It has often occurred to me, indeed-since first taking up my pen-that even a single night's adventures between just two couples could well take up an entire volume were one minded to describe all in every small detail.

To my eyes, and I am sure to those of the others assembled, there was something noble and yet shy, bold and yet hesitant, in Catherine's entrance into the drawing room once the wedding party had assembled in the house. She wore still her wedding gown and veil of cream relieved by tiny roses, much lace filling and such a clever fashioning of her train that the raising of her skirt presented no tiresome problems.

Entering as she did, and appearing to gaze upon no one, she walked slowly to the altar of love that had been prepared for her. After due consideration among us beforehand, this consisted of a red velvet divan in the French mode-which is to say that it possessed no back and but one curving end over which she was enabled to lean. In this posture, the lower half of her body was fully presented, her back being dipped and the glorious cleft moon of her bottom raised to perfection.

Beneath her wedding gown, Catherine wore naught but a small white silk waist corset that gave greater flare to her hips, matching silk stockings that were drawn up tightly by the corset straps, and as pretty a pair of white silk shoes as one ever saw. Unveiled as she was by the loving care of Pearl and myself, a gasp of admiration sounded. The polished orb of her generous bottom gleamed, its pallor relieved only by a slightly gingery hue where the plump cheeks meet and rolled in one upon the other to form a deep and secretive cleft. Beneath the glorious and inviting orb showed clearly to all the well-mounded and thickly-furred nest of her quim whose rolled lips evinced their lascivious moisture amid the sweet curls.

All was then silent, the party of twelve having been split in two on either side of the Venus altar. Not being permitted to disrobe completely at this juncture, the gentlemen fumbled with the fly buttons of their trousers and in a trice presented as so many miniature flagpoles the rigid stems of their waiting penises.

“This present silence will obtain, for it is proper and seemly on such an occasion,” Pearl announced. “The gentlemen will each enter the bride in turn and give her six successive, slow thrusts of their cocks. He who fails to do his duty and expels his sperm in the process will be excluded from the further pleasures that otherwise await us all. Likewise, he or she who utters a sound other than a murmur of pleasure during the ceremony will be sent out. The ladies now will remove their dresses and their drawers in readiness for the amourous combats to follow. Remember-not a word!” Pearl concluded while giving Grace and Susan a particularly warning glance.

The first to then “greet the bride” was, of course, Mr. Maudsley, since it was his privilege to do so. A particular strain of delight came over his features as-kneeling behind his Catherine on the divan-he slowly inserted his huge peg to several sighs of desire from the other ladies. Little by little it appeared to melt within the enclosing lovelips until-buried to the hilt-it withdrew majestically, already evincing by its gleaming the eager moisture that Catherine was already exuding.

Next came Catherine's brother, Albert, who-it was said-had long waited for this moment, though there were rumours enough that he had enjoyed the privilege before. Knowing Catherine, I did not doubt this to be so, though much enjoying every little detail of the event as he proceeded to stroke her cunt with his stiff prick, causing her mouth to sag prettily and her eyelashes to flutter.,

I do not, however, intend a catalogue of events. How boring it would be (though it was far from so in reality) for one name to follow upon another. Particular interest was shown when-at the last-Bertram took up postillion at his adored Mama's bottom. Bending over him quickly then, as his eager young cock reared to its task, Pearl whispered something in his ear while guiding his enflamed knob not by the route that the other five had taken but so between the ardent cheeks that with a little push-and much flushing on his handsome features-his knob succeeded in overcoming the resistance of her bottom hole and surged up powerfully within. At that, Catherine might have cried out-so unexpected was this particular salute-had Pearl not slid her hand so deftly across her mouth that (all being engaged with the spectacle at her nether end) no one noticed. Catherine's eyes bulged and a distinct mewing noise escaped her. Then Pearl withdrew her fingers and Bertram manfully corked his Mama to the full so that his balls hung down at her well-creamed nest and there gently swung. Breathing deeply then, Bertram held himself so within her warm fundament for a long, long moment which appeared to hypnotise the entire assembly.

At that, Pearl clapped her hands. “The gentlemen upon the ladies now, but none to their natural partners for that would indeed be a waste of opportunities,” she laughed. This, appearing to break the spell, all sank down upon the cushions which had been scattered about in readiness. Mr. Maudsley mounted Grace with no resistance from that lovely girl. Indeed, she fumbled between them eagerly, to ensure the swift and easy insertion of his pego. Simultaneously, Albert enjoyed the soft, tight crevice of his niece, Susan, for the first time, the little minx receiving him with such squeals and pretty moans as was proper to her youth, and as indeed she had quickly learned was all the more enticing.