by Chloe Gillis
The week passed quickly. Finally, the wedding was only a day away. The ceremony was scheduled for late afternoon, with the party to follow in the garden through the long English twilight. Clarissa did not see much of Andrew that day. He was best man for William and had much to attend to. Clarissa was not a bridesmaid, being only introduced to Annabelle two weeks before, so she kept mostly to her room. She and Lizzie went over her clothing for the next day. Lizzie was quite sure Clarissa would be the most beautiful girl there.
“It is certainly fortunate you are not a bridesmaid, miss,” said the maid, “or you would outshine the bride!”
“Why, thank you, Lizzie! You are a beautiful girl yourself, and I wager there are many young men vying for your attentions!”
Lizzie blushed deeply in a way that stirred a desire within Clarissa. She was reminded of her lovely time aboard ship with Eleanora. It would be fun to explore Lizzie beneath that uniform, but, no, Clarissa decided not to press the matter. Andrew was more than enough entertainment for now, and no matter how much fun girls could have together, there was nothing quite a like cock for fulfilling one’s needs.
Dinner that night was spectacular. The groom’s family was the guest of the bride’s family. The dining room was set for seventy-two people, who all appeared dressed in glitter and glitz. Candlelight sparkled off the silver and the crystal on the table, and the tiaras and diamonds worn by the guests. The food was elegant, and both champagne and the finest wines flowed ceaselessly. Andrew was very attentive and after dinner swirled her around the dance floor almost exclusively, which irritated Clarissa ever so slightly because, being an American, and therefore a bit of a curiosity, she was in high demand. Young men lined up to sign her dance card, and often cut in during dances. Clarissa found herself slightly breathless at one point, after a very athletic jazz number.
“Good show! Good show, Miss Hardy!” complimented her dance partner.
Clarissa could not remember his name. She thanked him demurely, and slipped away. Once lost in the crowd, she cast a furtive eye around the room, and thankfully not seeing Andrew, she tiptoed out onto the veranda for a breath of fresh air and a cigarette. She had been dying for a smoke all evening. Reaching into her evening clutch, she brought out her holder and a cigarette. She put the cigarette in the holder and took it daintily between her full lips. It was then she realized she had forgotten her lighter. It was too much! She was tired and just a bit homesick. “Damn it!” she swore.
“May I be of assistance?” said a male voice behind her.
Clarissa yelped. There was just no other word for it.
“I’m terribly sorry,” said the voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Clarissa spun around and found herself face to face with one of the most handsome men she had ever seen. About six feet tall, he was broad shouldered with a trim waist and exquisitely fitting clothing. His hair was dark and cut in such a way that even though it was evident he meant to sweep it back from his face, it dipped in the most tantalizing way over his forehead. His skin was ever so slightly swarthy, as though he spent time in the sun, and his eyes were large and dark blue. He was standing very close to her.
“You didn’t startle me,” lied Clarissa, regaining her composure. “It is I who owe you an apology. I am really very much better than my language just now.”
He laughed heartily and held out a lighter. “I think you are charming,” he said. His accent betrayed him. He was an American. Clarissa dipped her cigarette to the lighter and inhaled. The flame caught. She blew the smoke delicately skyward.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, meeting his eyes.
“I say! There you are! Clarissa, old sport, where have you been hiding!” She turned. It was Andrew. She found herself immediately annoyed. She turned to introduce herself and Andrew to the stranger, but he had departed silently. She could just see him as he melted into the crowd.
“What is it, Andrew?” she asked shortly.
“Where have you been?”
Clarissa was feeling nastily unsettled. “You know, Andrew, I’m feeling rather woozy, and I do not want to be compromised tomorrow. I think I shall slip away now and go up to bed.” She had been feeling so lively, so good. What was wrong? Perhaps she had had too much champagne. Under the circumstances, it was easy to lose track. She squeezed Andrew’s hand and ducked through a side door to the stairwell that led to her room.
Once in the privacy of her boudoir, Clarissa stripped off her clothing and stood naked in front of the mirror. She tried to look at herself objectively. She was indeed pretty, with her pale blond hair cut in a flawless bob. Her neck was long and graceful. She wished her breasts were larger, but nobody had ever complained, so she was grateful for what she had. Her waist was small and trim, and her belly was flat and muscular. Her bottom was full and round. Everybody seemed to love her bottom. Her legs could be longer, but they were well shaped and athletic, like a dancer’s.
She played her fingers in the triangle of curls that grew between her legs. Suddenly, she was feeling quite amorous. She lay down on the bed and worked her finger between the lips of her cunt, feeling the wetness there. She fell asleep, naked on the bed, with her fingers in her cunt.
It must have been some hours later when she was wakened by the turning of the key in the lock. The door to her bedroom opened, and Andrew stole in.
“Clarissa! Clarissa!” he whispered. “I say, let’s have a romp! You know, a celebratory thing!”
Clarissa sat up abruptly and pulled the sheet around her. “Andrew! You can’t burst into my room uninvited!”
Andrew was busy taking off his shirt. He crossed the room and turned on a small light on her vanity table.
“Andrew! Did you hear me?”
“Come on, Clarissa! I’m dying for you. Let’s do it now.”
Andrew’s demeanor was different, and somewhat alarming. Clarissa tucked her legs under her. He had dropped his pants to the floor and was standing, naked, before her. “Please, be a sport, Clarissa. Don’t keep a bloke waiting!”
“You stay right where you are, Andrew! Don’t take a step near me until you explain what’s going on!”
Suddenly, there was a bumping and a thumping from inside the large clothespress.
Clarissa gave a little yip. “Oh! Oh! What is it? There is something in my clothespress!”
Andrew’s shoulders slumped. Clarissa threw him a questioning look, but he was staring at the floor. “It’s no use,” he called out to the clothespress. “She’s on to us. You may as well come out.”
Clarissa watched incredulously as the clothespress doors opened. Crouched inside was William, dressed in silk pajamas.
“What! What madness is this? Explain yourself, Andrew! William, get out of there right now! You are crumpling my wardrobe! Out! Out, I say!” Clarissa was very angry.
William stepped sheepishly out of the clothespress and closed the doors behind him. Clarissa looked at the two young men, one in dark blue silk pajamas, the other stark naked. She was quite curious, so she overcame her anger and said quietly and calmly, “Now, one of you please tell me what is going on.”
William took a tentative step toward the bed. “You see, Clarissa, it’s like this. I…well, I…oh, you tell, Andrew, old chap. I’m too ashamed.”
“Ashamed?” echoed Clarissa, switching her attention to Andrew.
Andrew lifted his eyes from the floor. He looked over at William, and then met Clarissa’s gaze. “You see, old girl, it’s like this. William is due to marry Annabelle tomorrow afternoon. Tomorrow at this time, they are supposed to be rolling around under the blankets having a grand old time.”
“I don’t understand,” said Clarissa dryly.
“William’s never done it,” said Andrew bluntly.
“Well, of course he’s never been married!”
“Not that,” said Andrew, squirming slightly. “He’s never…done…it, you know. It. He’s never been with a girl!”
Clarissa leaned forward. “You m
ean you’ve never had sex, William?”
William shook his head.
“What about school? You’ve been to school.”
“I went to an all-boys school.”
“Oh, well, didn’t you at least—you know—experiment?”
Both young men were silent. Clarissa cleared her throat and did not press the matter. “Well, what does that have to do with me?”
Andrew and William exchanged glances. Andrew said, “Well, the truth is, Clarissa, dear, the truth is we were hoping you’d give old William here some pointers. The plan was that you and I would get down to business, and William could see how it’s done and then join in and get some practice.”
Clarissa’s eyes grew wide. “You astound me!” she ejaculated. “Andrew, you positively astound me! And you, too, William! Get out of my room this minute!”
Now Andrew took a truly pleading tone. “Oh, be a sport, Clarissa! Come on! We can’t send old William into battle without training! What if the bride turns out to have more experience than he does? Think about it, Clarissa! Be a sport! I say, let’s give it a go!”
Clarissa did think about it. She remembered her disappointment with Eddie. She really did like Annabelle, and it was not fair for Clarissa to know the lay of the land and not do what she could to spare her new friend a similar distasteful experience. She heaved a sigh.
“Oh, why not!” she said. After all, it could turn in to quite the adventure.
William gave a broad smile, and Andrew fairly yelled with delight. “Oh, Clarissa! You’re the cat’s meow! Thanks so much, old girl! You’ll have fun, too.” He rubbed his hands together and took a step toward the bed, his cock already at attention.
“Stay right where you are, Andrew,” ordered Clarissa. “William, strip off those silly pajamas and approach the bed.” With the sheet still held tightly around her, Clarissa knelt on the edge of the big four-poster. William shyly shed his pajamas and stood in front of Clarissa.
“Why, William, you are quite luscious to look at!” she said. Reaching out, she ran her hand across his abdomen and down his groin, lifting his flaccid cock in her hand. She bent her head and placed a tender kiss upon its tip, squeezing the shaft as she did so. She felt it stir and grow in her hand. Smiling up at William, she said, “Ah, I think you are going to be a very astute student!” She pointed to Andrew. “Look, you have just as lovely equipment as Andrew. He is all ready to go. Andrew, you may approach.”
Andrew flashed Clarissa a big smile, and without further ado, climbed onto the bed. He went around and knelt behind Clarissa, pulling down the sheet and baring her breasts. He reached around and squeezed her nipples. Clarissa could feel his hard cock pressing against her back. This could turn out to be quite fun, she decided.
“A lady likes her breasts played with,” explained Andrew. “Give them a kiss on each nipple, old boy.” Andrew cupped Clarissa’s breasts in his hands and hoisted them up. William leaned in and timidly pecked at each nipple. “Not like that! Give them a good suck!” commanded Andrew, squeezing them provocatively. William obeyed, sucking quite successfully. Clarissa leaned back again Andrew’s chest and groaned with pleasure.
“Let me work on him a bit, Andrew,” she said, at last. William stood up and leaned in over the bed. Clarissa took his now erect cock in her hands. “Well, I am glad to see you are paying attention!” she laughed. She took the tip into her lips and ran the shaft into her mouth, sucking and licking as she went.
William’s breathing grew faster. He began to thrust. Clarissa sucked harder, feeling the cock grow stiffer as well, with her efforts. William groaned.
Andrew said, somewhat alarmed, “Stop, Clarissa. William, hang on to it, old boy. We’ve more to do! Don’t blow it here!” William stepped back reluctantly.
“That felt capital!” he said, gasping. “Do you think Annabelle will do that?”
“If you treat her right,” said Clarissa. Andrew was gently pushing her back onto the bed. She lay there, waiting to see what he would do.
“Now for a look at the prize,” he said, beckoning to William. “Come up onto the bed, Will.” Andrew spread Clarissa’s legs wide. “Open up for us, Clarissa. There. Look there, William.” Andrew parted the lips of Clarissa’s cunt. “You need to stroke and tickle her twat, to get it all wet. A lady likes to have her cunt licked and kissed, too.”
Andrew bent his head and began to lick Clarissa’s cunt. He pushed his tongue in and out of her, sucking at her clit, rolling his tongue around it. Clarissa heaved her hips to meet his mouth. What a heavenly feeling!
Andrew straightened up. “You see,” he continued instructing William. “You see how the lady reacts. She finds it quite pleasurable, and it makes her positively ache for your cock.” Andrew slipped a finger into Clarissa and began to pump it in and out of her. “See how wet she is,” Andrew pointed out. “That’s what you want to see. It feels excellent on the cock. Clarissa knows the ropes. She’s already wet. It takes some girls a little longer. Sometimes you just need to be patient.”
“Give me a go, Andrew,” asserted William, pushing his friend aside. Clarissa reached down and spread the lips of her cunt for him.
“Finger me, William,” she instructed. “My cunt is wet and juicy, and my clit is hard.”
William gave a little giggle. He settled on his knees between her legs. Clarissa closed her eyes as he inserted his finger and slid it in and out. In the meantime, Andrew was sucking at her nipples. Clarissa was enjoying herself, and William was catching on fast. He used both hands, fingering her, pulling and pinching her clit, reaching as far into her as he could.
She whispered, “Put your cock in me, William. Put it right in there!”
William straightened up. Andrew looked up to watch. William’s cock was certainly worthy of the job. Andrew reached down and spread the lips of Clarissa’s wet cunt. William took his cock in both hands and guided it into the opening. Clarissa let out a moan as he sank it to the hilt into her throbbing orifice. She wiggled her hips, and he began to thrust. At first, they were short, soft thrusts, but the passion hit him and he began to bang her in earnest.
“Hoho!” exclaimed Andrew. “Ride her, my friend.” Andrew bent around and gave William a smart whack on the buttocks. “Faster!” He reached underneath and between William’s legs and squeezed his ball sack. “Good job!” he grunted in encouragement, whacking William again.
William’s head rolled back just then. Clarissa felt his big cock swell within her. She felt William shudder and convulse as he groaned aloud and collapsed on top of her at the height of his climax. He lay there panting until Andrew rolled him off.
“My turn,” he gasped, turning Clarissa over onto her stomach. Her cunt was still throbbing, sticky and hot from the pounding it had just received. She had not yet reached her climax. Andrew grabbed her hips and set her on her knees, her bottom hoisted into the air.
“There are a number of positions,” Andrew grunted to William. “Watch carefully.” Andrew proceeded to ram into Clarissa with his eager, hard shaft and began to fuck her from behind, squeezing her buttocks all the while. A white hot heat infused Clarissa’s whole body as he pounded away. He reached under her, taking her whole mons in his hand and massaging and pinching it. She gasped and moaned and groaned.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried, but at that, he pulled out. “Oh! Oh! Don’t stop, please,” she begged. He sat up and dragged her on her tummy across his lap.
“A lady likes to be titillated, old chum,” Andrew explained, breathing hard. “Sometimes, it’s fun to tease them until they come. You have to make sure they come, too. It makes them want more the next time and that is only good for you. Sit here and take part.”
William lifted Clarissa’s legs. He sat beside Andrew on the edge of the bed, Clarissa face down across their laps. She felt deliciously exposed and vulnerable. Andrew’s hands were stroking her buttocks.
“Put your finger into her and fuck her twat,” said Andrew. “I’ll show you something.”
“See the bung hole, here?” said Andrew. “It’s really quite sensitive. Girls love it when you tickle it. You can even put a finger in there. Just make sure you have her permission. How about it, Clarissa? You like a finger in the bum, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, yes!” breathed Clarissa, wild with anticipation.
Andrew pushed his finger into her twat beside William’s, to get it wet. Then he began to tickle and tease her arsehole, pushing against it, stroking it with his finger. “Keep fucking and playing with her twat. We want to drive her wild!”
Indeed, Clarissa was wild. She writhed and heaved on their laps. William had three fingers in her, pumping them in and out. Andrew traced her arse with his finger and then slipped it into her, knuckle-deep. She gave out a little yelp of pleasure. Slowly, he began to finger fuck her, turning it this way and that inside her. The sensation of being full in every orifice overcame Clarissa. She reached the pinnacle of pleasure, and her climax crashed over her in a series of exquisite waves.
“Why, I feel her twitching inside!” exclaimed William.
“Yes,” replied Andrew, withdrawing his finger. “She’s come and come hard! Bravo, Clarissa!”
Clarissa giggled and crawled over them to collapse on the bed in a satiated heap.
“I say,” William said, “not so fast, Clarissa. Look what’s happened!”
Clarissa opened her eyes and saw, with amusement, that William’s cock had resurrected itself quite gloriously.
Andrew looked at him with admiration. “I say, old chap, good show!”
Clarissa watched while Andrew took his own cock in his hands and rubbed it up and down. Clarissa reached over and took it lazily in her mouth, sucking the shaft to attention.
William looked mischievously at Andrew. “What say we try to both go in at once? How’s that, Clarissa? Do you think you could take it? Two cocks in a bush?”
