Anonymous - Arabella

Upon the divan, of course, dear Bertram then set to work to ream the glorious orb of his desiring. It smacked roundly at every stroke to his belly, the puckered rim of her rosette clasping and sucking upon his indriving tool much like a baby's mouth. Raising her shoulders then, Catherine moaned and bucked her hips all the better to encourage this lewd assault. Then, twisting her neck about, she brought her tongue cowlike into Bertram's mouth whereat the smacking of belly to bottom sounded even louder and in perfect concord with the cries from all about that echoed now to the ceiling.

“How happy they all appear,” laughed Pearl to me, for we had determined not to involve ourselves or otherwise interfere in the proceedings. In such a closed company, we had our reputations to consider, as she wisely observed, so leaving all to their bottom-thumpings we retired discreetly and quietly, having learned much of the ways in which people may be brought by guidance and persuasion to do what they really want. Grace, as it turned out, had proven less of a challenge than either of us had thought. Perhaps this proved the only disappointment.

“I had thought she would have to come several times to the whip first,” said Pearl almost dolefully when once more we were ensconced in her house.

“What a streak of cruelty is in you,” I teased, though only to provoke her to further speech.

“No, Arabella, you know me better than that. Had I accorded her as many as three dozen strokes in the stable with the schooling whip, not a weal would have appeared on her bottom, for my method of wielding it is all and I would not for all the considerations in the world have caused her harm. It is the weakening of stubbornness and not the infliction of pain-oh, what a horrid word!- wherein lie the pleasures of accomplishment. It is an art, is it not? With Elaine there was much amusement, but I am certain as you must be that she wanted it all the time and put up a great silliness about it instead of a genuine resistance. The latter is more exciting to overcome! In that manner many a young woman can be brought to the realisation of pleasures such as she will never achieve in a mundane marriage.”

I confess that my ideas-which so closely mirrored hers-were much affected by my love of playing both voyeur and participant. As time progressed, however (and I speak of a year or two and no more than that), it was borne upon me that most of what Pearl said was true. For the fate of most young women of good social standing is not to enter into a happy, loving marriage wherein she may rely on the companionship and erotic pleasuring of her partner. To the contrary, she enters marriage knowing virtually nothing of what is awaiting her and is for the most part deflowered by one who is intent in thrusting his cock in her, jogging up and down for half a minute, and then experiencing what he is pleased to think of as his pleasure.

The discomfort and alarm that most young women experience under this assault-for it is no more than that and frequently causes them great physical discomfort on their wedding night-not only dulls their sensations but causes them the utmost alarm that such experiences are likely to be repeated throughout their married lives. In consequence their lives become a boredom of childbearing and their only close companions are women who have become as frigid as they. The majority of their husbands meanwhile disport themselves with women of the streets-or with whores who have set themselves up as “courtesans” in fine houses. Such females indulge in bottom fucking and sucking of the cock in their mouths such as no respectable young wife has ever been taught to do, which is more the pity Of it. Indeed-such is the environment in which they have been prone to find themselves- that the very thought of such “practices” would horrify them, which is even more the pity.

So it will be seen-since none can contest these facts- that Pearl and I consider ourselves Salvationists, and indeed still do. It simply will not do if women are to be taught the arts of embroidery and the niceties of social etiquette and yet be utterly neglected in the amourous arts, for these latter fulfill their minds and bodies far more.

Some may take this as a form of apology. It is not. I prefer to consider it an act of caring wherein my own profit is the fulfilment of a sense of mischief (this I confess to) and a greater one of achievement. It would not do, however, for me to be boastful in this respect for of occasion things may turn out other than we suspect.

Such was the case when a year later I made the acquaintance of Lord Cossington, then in his forty-fourth year and a man of noble aspect, kindly disposition, and as mischievous as myself when it came to the conversion of young ladies. He possessed two fine daughters, a son, and a ward. The last-named, Selina, had come into his care when in infancy and so was as much of the family as the others, her own parents having been shipwrecked. I suspected Lord C. of some amourous dalliance with her, for at twenty-two Selina was extremely attractive and had not the direct bonds of kinship with him that otherwise may inhibit erotic play.

I did not hint at as much, of course, for it would have been indiscreet to do so, but a turn of events was to uncover more that I might otherwise have learned, and in a most unusual way.

One fine morning, having ridden across to the house early, I encountered Emily, the older of the daughters whose age matched Selina's. Lolling in the garden with her was her brother, George, who was two years her senior.

“How thoroughly bored we feel today, Arabella, would you care to join us on a picnic?” Emily asked. Being fond of such occasions, I agreed on the instant, whereat she had much fun in loaning me a lighter dress than I had worn for my journey. “What a beautiful body you have,” she observed while I-clad in but a chemise, stockings and drawers-made ready in her room. Being not unaware of a certain warm look in her eyes as she said this, I made such small, subtle movements of my body as frequently give unspoken assent to those of amourous whims. In a moment we were locked in a loving embrace, our lips meshing, tongues entwining, and our hands fervently appraising each other's curves.

Dipping one hand down within the low neckline of my chemise, Emily fondled the proud snowy orbs of my breasts while I, raising the skirt of her dress inch by inch, caressed her thighs and all about and under her drawers. Not a word was spoken for a long moment and indeed none needed to be for we were too busy at our mutual if unexpected salutations. There is an especial flavour about the unexpected, however, and this lent salt to the occasion, for I had not suspected Emily of such inclinations before.

The more our fingers sought, of course, the more they needed to and in a trice we were upon the bed with my drawers to my ankles as were hers.

“We dare not dally long, Arabella, but what fun to tease one another before we go, for I would dearly love George to be able to mount you today,” said she to my uttermost astonishment while her hand caressed my cunt as mine did hers.-

“Your brother? Oh, how bold you are!” I laughed, “and would you be party to this dalliance, then?”

“Why no, for that would be incestuous, would it not,” replied she quaintly, though confessing with flushed features while our salivas mingled that she would love to watch such a thing, which she said she had rarely done. At that I reminded her that “rarely” meant “sometimes,” to which she replied artfully that she had but used the term as a figure of speech. By this time, of course, our bottoms and hips were squirming merrily as we each sought to extol each other's juices which, with a fine gasping and a maddening of kisses, we soon enough did.

“Has your brother not done even this to you, then?” I asked, to which she replied that he had not, though had several times attempted to raise her skirts. Alas that I cannot write an essay on the Emilys of this world, for it rapidly became clear to me that her inclinations were to others of her own sex rather than males, but that she delighted in seeing a desirable maiden well rodded and then to enjoy her afterwards.