ARABELLA

by AnonYMous

  “Hold there!” I gasped, “oh, hold!” for like most males he needed tutoring in the art. “Imagine for a moment that you are thus in Priscilla's bottom, Herbert. She will churn her hips greatly and may cry out, but you must hold her as one does a nervous filly. Above all, keep your prick well up her for a long moment as you are now doing. Remember, too, that dear Kate will be also positioned in readiness for your amourous assault alongside her. You may thus fondle her quim and bottom while reaming Priscilla. In and out now, but not too fast and take care that you do not come, for that is the discipline you must put upon yourself in your first exercising of them. Ah yes, in-out, in-out, slowly, so!”

  “My God, I want to come,” he groaned, whereat I snapped at him that he must not.

  “No, sir, for that will spoil the whole affair. If you emerge from Priscilla with a limp cock, poor Kate will be utterly cheated. You must delve your tool in and out of them alternately until you are truly fit to burst. Each must receive at least twenty strokes of your fine weapon before you spill your juice.”

  “Permit me this time, at least!” he groaned.

  “No! If you do, I promise you nothing further! Take it out NOW—yes, already! Out, I say.”

  Downcast and throbbing mightily, he obeyed, I feeling the loss no less than he, for his penis was so thick and long that one was truly corked, and gloriously so. My bottom felt bereft with the final exit of his knob, but he—as I told him—had to exercise his willpower as much as I. Seating myself quickly, but with my skirts full up, I cheated any further endeavour he might have made, though clasping his weapon tenderly and assuring him that he had done well.

  “They will not let me have them, though,” he groaned of a sudden, as might one who has inhabited a realm of fantasy and now finds himself returned willy-nilly to the harsh world of reality.

  “Will not?” I laughed. “We shall see as to that. I give you my word upon it that they will—and freely after their first or second trials. As to your dear wife—for I am sure that she will be the next subject of your objections—have no fear upon that score, either. All shall be seen to if you will but trust me. Will you?” And with that I bent and sucked his swollen crest so nicely—my mouth neither loose nor over-tight—that he groaned out his agreement immediately and began thrusting his throbbing member back and forth between my lips as smoothly as though it were in my cunt. Enchanting as the exercise was, however, I gave him but half a minute of this and then left his steaming rod to quiver in the air.

  “What a tease you are!” he groaned.

  “I have been known to be, but am not on this occasion. You, too, are in training, sir, for your balls must be full for the manly task that awaits you. How firm and eager it stands, and must do so on the day. However much Priscilla may squeal, protest and wriggle when you first cleave her cheeks, she will also know the first pangs of jealousy when you withdraw and afford her sister the same salute.”

  “Ah, I cannot believe that it will happen! Pray do not keep me waiting long, I beg you. But may I not fuck them also, for I long so to do.”

  “You fool, of course, but their first exercising must be disciplinary and a cock in the bottom is by far the best means of ensuring their future obedience, for it is a sensation neither will forget and indeed will come to cherish. As to your wife, she too may seek some further licence after the event and that I am sure you will allow her.”

  “What is to do with her, though? You have not told me!”

  “Have I not?” I answered with great innocence. “There is a farm lad whose acquaintance I have made. It is not my fashion normally to bring a lowly male to such a lady, but in this case the means are justified. You will come upon her in the act of congress with him, and you must ensure that your nieces are also witnesses to the event, for I would wager that they have not so much as seen a rigid penis yet, or have you perhaps had an opportunity to display your fine appendage to them?”

  “Almost but not quite. My wife came upon me too soon,” he confessed dolefully.

  “As I thought—but no matter. They will have fair sight of it soon enough. You may then begin to exercise them regularly. Your dear wife may even prove a convert to the cause once she has been able to view the proceedings, for few women can resist the sight, nor indeed the accompanying and most luscious sounds, of a nubile young girl wriggling to a man's embedded cock. But enough of such talk for you must conserve yourself for the great event. Let us say in two days time, on Sunday, for it will be a most appropriate day for your good lady to be kneeling while receiving the pestle.”

  Thus in the most bizarre but amusing fashion was the scene set. Upon the appointed day and hour I presented myself anew to Esmeralda, bringing her—as I” said—some fine wine for all her kindness. Being a ready tippler as she was, the bottle was soon enough open, I delaying with apologies through a pretended fit of coughing my own partaking of it while she tasted it and found it—as she said—much to her liking. In but a moment her glass was drained, whereat a most peculiar look of dreaminess came over her as the opiate took effect. She leaned back and with eyes half closed made feeble attempts to clutch at the air and then subsided with a sigh, her eyelashes fluttering and her cheeks full rosy.

  I waited then a long minute before rising and stepping over to her quietly. From the garden I could hear the voices of Herbert and his two nieces as they played croquet—for he was of course under my instructions what to do. Esmeralda sat back on the sofa as one dreaming pleasantly—as I am sure she was. In order to test the depth of her slumber I began cautiously to unbutton her corsage and, proceeding little by little, finally brought out to view two large firm tits whose thick brown nipples looked at any moment ready to rise into even greater prominence.

  Esmeralda stirred not but moaned a little as I passed my palms all about and beneath her mammalian beauties and saw to it that her nipples were well erected before then going quietly to the front door where I let in my accomplice. He was a young fellow of no account, a strapping twenty-year-old who could not believe his good fortune that he was about to fuck a lady and be paid several guineas into the bargain.

  I had spun him such a yarn, of course, as he believed, telling him that the lady most enjoyed it when she was in an apparent state of dreaminess and that he might get no words from her but would receive plenty of encouragement. I will not however dwell too long upon the preliminaries that followed, for that which was to succeed this little orgiastic scene was of more importance. Within some five minutes—for it took at least two to wrest Esmeralda from her dress, chemise and drawers—the doughty lady, moaning much but encouraged by our dual caresses—was upon her hands and knees on the sofa with her bottom well thrust up and her anonymous champion ready to dip his lance.

  So ready indeed was he that he all but thrust it up into her cunt on the instant, but being apprised by me that if he hastened too soon he would neither be paid nor asked to give a repeat performance, he entered but his knob and half his shaft within her hairy maw while I, throwing open the French windows on to the garden, tripped quickly outside and ran as in an alarm to Herbert and his nieces.

  “Oh, you will not believe what is about! Come quickly!” I implored in such a tone that the three were upon my heels as I re-entered the drawing room there to find the youth well and steadily at work while Esmeralda, rocking her hips and squirming her fat bottom, was no doubt in the belief that she was dreaming it all.

  The cries that rose from Priscilla and Kate upon viewing such a lubricious scene, with the youth's balls smacking at every stroke beneath their aunt's resplendent derriere are better imagined than described. Both covered their eyes, uncovered them, and then covered them yet again.

  Such a cacophony of sounds then ensued as would have delighted any stage manager.

  “What is about here?” cried Herbert, whose cry of apparent alarm did not delay the youth's activity for a moment since I had forewarned him of events and indeed had told him that the young ladies in particular were most desirous of seeing
his doughty prick in action—“such being one of their strange foibles,” as I had said and which he in his ignorance was ready to believe.

  “AH! Oh!” screeched the nieces simultaneously. Bang! Bang! came at the front door.

  “Oh my heavens, who is that?” came with apparent wildness from myself while simultaneously rushing to open it upon the arranged arrival of Selina and Emily who, crowding then into the room, made a perfect theatre of it all.

  As for the youth whose cock was literally steaming back and forth in Esmeralda's tunnel, he grinned vacantly all about, believing himself utterly king of the castle or cock of the roost and ready to tread all the females about him. Finding no other resort, Priscilla and Kate then fainted, or so well appeared to do so that they each sank to the floor and there lay inert, which suited my plan to the hilt.

  “Upstairs with them quickly and I will follow,” I charged Herbert, Selina and Emily, being quite convinced that the girls had not really fainted at all but had sought refuge in the pose of so doing and hence would have to keep up appearances until they were got up to a convenient bedroom. Thus did they themselves act as accomplices to my scheme, however unknowingly, while in the next minute I saw to it that Esmeralda was as well pumped and spermed as a woman might be. Indeed, as the flushed youth withdrew at last his cock, several heavy drops of sperm fell from its enflamed nose, which spoke well for his virility.

  “Have her upon the floor now and keep her occupied in such a way as suits you, for you will not be disturbed now for a long time,” I advised him and thrust such coins upon him as he had earned. Dumb as any ox and no doubt as bewildered as he was pleased, he pocketed the money in the smock he wore and which served as his single upper garment. Not until I reached the door and prepared to close it upon him did he find words.

  “I never knew the loikes of this, Missus,” he declared.

  “Nor will you again, my lad, unless I so summon you. Do your work well and you may be further rewarded.”

  With that I made my way up feeling such a sense of elation in me as I had rarely before experienced. Several shrieks from the girls had reached my ears in the short passage of time since they had been taken up. Their recovery from the vapours had been seemingly instantaneous, but now their cries were so muffled as to be scarcely audible beyond the bedroom door.

  The boudoir chosen for the scene of their “donations” to the best of causes had a large, high bed which promised well for the postures they had already been made to take up. The drapes of the bed had been drawn back and all was in view. Most importantly Selina and Emily had gagged them, for this we had agreed on beforehand lest their initial cries sounded too loud and spoiled the merriment.

  Both Priscilla and her sister lay uncovered on the bellies—by which I mean that their skirts were drawn to their waists and their frilly drawers removed. Such splendours of feminine allure are rarely revealed in perfect twinship, side by side. Their legs were long and slender, save where their prettily rounded knees gave way slowly to the rich swelling of their thighs. Their bottoms were as round and polished apples, deliciously pale in aspect. I would have preferred them naked, but knew the haste of the matter in getting them down first. Each lay with her face buried in the quilt while Selina sternly “lectured" Herbert, as had also been pre-arranged.

  “You have seen what these naughty girls were prepared to witness and may well have encouraged their aunt to do while you were inveigled into the garden,” declared Selina to muffled squawks from both. “It is for you, sir, to punish them that they might thereby know your authority more than they appear to have done heretofore in this house. Are you not of the same mind, Arabella?” she asked as I closed the door.

  “Indeed. Esmeralda hinted to me that she might have a secret visitor and even made so bold as to ask me to absent myself for a while. I did so, of course, out of politeness, yet you can well imagine my horror when I saw what she was about. This poor man has suffered much between the three of them and hence retribution must be immediate.”

  I had brought with me a small valise in which I had carried the wine. Also within lay a tawse which I now produced—out of sight, of course, of the girls. Herbert, meanwhile, having uttered such remarks about the whole matter as justified the scene to his listening nieces, prepared himself for the event by rapidly doffing his attire until he stood ready in his shirt—a look of perfect glory on his face and his standard raised for Selina, Emily and I to see.

  Some feminine instinct then warned both his nieces to turn their heads as best they could. Indeed, their foreheads bumped together rather comically as they did so and observed, standing immediately between them and behind them, their uncle with his raised cock. Not unnaturally their eyes bulged and two thin screams were emitted from behind their gags. Too petrified to move until now, they made to do so as one but were immediately thrust down by Selina and Emily and so held by their shoulders while I awarded each of their tight bottoms a warning flick of the leather. Their hips jumped, as might be expected, but I entered not into an immediate strapping of their nether glories as perhaps Selina and Emily expected. Instead I began to lecture them quietly, underlining each telling phrase with another flick and another until faint pink spots appeared on their otherwise flawless cheeks.

  I pride myself on my ability to lecture young ladies, though I was then scarce six years their senior. “Your aunt has thought well to protect you so far from the approach of the male organ but feels she can do so no longer and that you are both ripe to be put up to it. Neither of you are to fear the event, nor are you to struggle overmuch when your uncle is put to you.”

  My voice at such times tends to a monotone which I am told is quite hypnotic. How much of my words the two absorbed I know not, for they had buried their faces in blushing shame at my first phrases and were besides jerking and writhing ever more to the snapping and taunting of the strap while Selina and Emily both firmly held their shoulders down, their eyes glowing not only at the manner of my “preliminaries” but showing every excitation themselves at the flowing of my words which washed—as they said afterwards—like erotic waves over them.

  As I continued now with my softly-spoken peroration, so I began to stir the tawse the faster and the harder. Priscilla, being the first to receive a really doughty stroke that seared full across her polished orb, leapt like a fish, her howl sounding through her gag, as next did Kate's.

  “Hold your legs well open, both of you,” I snapped, “or you will get it harder. Now, my pets, you are to receive a full dozen each to heat your lovely bottoms for the fray. Hold them well, girls!”

  CRA-AAAACK! and SPLATT! the tawse then sounded, though for the unlearned who may be among you I find I need to explain that the sound of the tawse is far worse than its bite. The leather is thick and heavy. It falls lazily rather than swiftly, but due to its width— almost some five inches in this case—the whole area of the bottom feels heated and quite deliciously stung under its broad impact. The sensation it accords is different to that of the whip, for while the tawse indeed does sting it also impels a glowing heat into the derriere which builds up slowly. One who is to be truly punished might receive three of four dozen strokes at the least, but this was not the purpose of my present exercise. I required only to bring the girls up to such a fervent state of readiness as would make their tight rosy holes more receptive to the glowing penis that awaited them.

  His cock quivering, Herbert could scarcely wait for the denouement and stood ready to lunge. I hastened the affair not, however, for a tawsing crudely done and over-hastily effected will do no good whatever. Only when both his nieces' glowing bottoms—writhing and tossing madly as they were—were in my view ready to be cleft did I step aside.

  Herbert approached then within but a few inches of Priscilla's squirming orb, his heavy balls swinging and his cock a full nine inches in its majestic uprising. At the first touch of hands to her hips, Priscilla seemed to sense that they were his and made a wild attempt to rise, this being however forestalled
by Selina who leaned all her weight upon her, observing merrily, “No, Miss, you are about to be exercised now!”

  Quivering visibly with lust, Herbert palmed her hot orb as if in a dream and then parted the tight cheeks to expose the puckered rim between. At that I found it necessary to aid Selina by placing my own two hands in the small of Priscilla's back as her muffled, rattling cry announced that his penis had begun to effect its inexorable entry.

  CHAPTER nineteen

  I have bewailed before—I trust not to the boredom of my readers—the despair I have sometimes encountered in endeavouring to recapture the divine moments of amourous combat in all their subtle, fleshly details. Would that I could do so of the moment that was upon us—or rather, upon Priscilla and her uncle.

  His face positively lustred with lust and happiness and his loins straining mightily, he effected the majestic entry of his cock into her bottom with the initial caution and slowness in which I had instructed him. Priscilla's head twisted madly from side to side and had it not been for the strong clasping of his hands to the fronts of her stockinged legs, she would I am sure have evaded the rude prodding of his prick.

  “Slowly, my dear,” I murmured within her hearing, seeing the tendons on her neck straining and her eyes full bulging while a series of whimpers issued from her throat. As for Kate, she had turned her face the other way and lay sobbing under her gag while Emily restrained her would-be movements gently.

  “HAAAAR!” gasped Herbert then for the tightness of Priscilla's rimmed orifice around his stiff, veined penis was well evident from the expression of wonder and excitement on his face. Indeed, I understate the look on his face. It was in all truth one of delirium. He, however, mastered himself well and a full minute passed before he achieved the full lodgement of his prick in the silky and succulent tube which was destined to receive it.