ARABELLA (28 page)

Indeed, I all but lost myself in the moment and would have let him eject his boiling sperm within her. Yet mastering myself and striving to rise up through a perfect dizziness of delight, I managed somehow—while still enfolding Priscilla tightly—to sound out the single cry, “To Kate! To Kate!”

Little was I aware that overcome by the spectacle, Selina and Emily had both taken it upon themselves to lavish every possible caress upon Herbert's other niece and thus—as I sensed his slow withdrawal from Priscilla's bottom and hearing her final, surrendering moans—I slipped from under her only to see Emily's tongue well dipped up into Kate's sticky quim while Selina lavished kisses on her swollen tits and mouth.

“Kiss me—come, darling, kiss me and be a good girl,” I whispered beguilingly. “Ah, you devils, let him get at her,” I laughed, for so far from struggling Kate held her shapely legs wide open and was clearly enjoying the event. At my cry, however—and upon the quick rising of Selina and Emily—she uttered the inevitable shriek upon seeing her uncle's massive cock in full erection above her.

“NO!” screeched she and would have leapt up in turn, but Herbert with commendable speed was on her in a flash. A wild wriggling of Kate's bottom, a threshing of her legs and arms, and in a trice the nose of his enraged penis was well buried in her muff. “AUNT-EEEEEEE!” came then her wild cry, for while it was evidently one thing to enjoy the lewd caresses of Selina and Emily, to have her uncle upon her was quite another. Fiercely and sweetly did she wrestle, her face quite adorably flushed as inch by inch the rampant protrusion that stemmed above his sperm-laden balls parted her already well-moistened lovelips more and more until he had her to the full and her throbbing but diminishing cries told well that her future pleasure-rod had got home at last.

All strangely quietened then in the boudoir, as happens from time to time upon such occasions. The bedsprings squeaked a little as he fucked her—and as well they might since all five of us were upon it. Priscilla being dazed and unfulfilled, I gathered her into my arms.

“What a good girl you have been,” I murmured whereat she began to cry a little, as was expected, and appeared to hide her face against my breasts, though slyly endeavouring to gaze at the same time upon the now hotly-threshing pair who, as I well knew, would not now be long about their business. Hearing the quick in-hissing of breath through Kate's nostrils, I knew her to be coming. Herbert's excited grunts and small animal moans told me also that he was fast approaching the peak of his pleasure.

“You, too, my love—soon enough,” I whispered to Priscilla into whose eyes a glazed look was coming. Dipping my forefinger under her sticky slit, I rubbed her gently. Her lips parted, her tongue drove into my mouth, a fierce quivering shook her and then came the divine spurting of her love juices over my fingers even as with a long-shuddering groan Herbert expelled his fierce, warm jets into the now receptive nest in which it was rodded. Ah, what fervent, trilling sounds of pleasure rose, and then all was quiet, only the deepness of each partner's breathing betraying the endless depths of our pleasure.

Thus did we all linger for a long moment until, stirring myself first, I rose and clapped my hands, saying, “Come, girls, up with you! Priscilla, you, and Kate, too. You will both be good and obedient girls henceforth, you understand?”

A great silliness reigned between them then, as I well understood it would. At one moment they blushed and at another giggled, knowing not where to put their eyes, though both evinced a sly interest in their uncle's heavily dangling prick as I could see from their darting glances.

“Oh, but I cannot face Aunty now!” bemoaned Priscilla first, and being echoed immediately by her sister.

“What nonsense—it is rather she who may not be able to face you,” I replied truthfully enough. “Come, we shall all go down and see what is about.”

In part, such affairs as this are always a pantomime. In part, I say, for all things are also quickly enough smoothed out. Esmeralda, as might have been expected; lay naked to her stockings on the sofa, the silk of her hose being streaked with dried sperm. Her champion—or perhaps—had mine absented himself, having fucked her well twice and thinking it better, perhaps, not to face “the master” again. The opiate I had put into her wine had evidently worn off, or almost so, for she sat up at our entrance and made with a screech to cover herself.

“Oh, Herbert, what have you been at! I have been most cruelly attacked and ill-used,” declared she with supreme hypocrisy, while Priscilla and Kate ran as if to hide in a corner and appeared perfectly witless.

“Ha! Cruelly attacked, indeed. My dear, we know the better of it, so let us have no nonsense in the matter,” responded her husband boldly.” There was a certain wisdom in your actions, however, and our dear nieces have benefited well from your example which I found them eager enough to follow and would have done before this had it not been for your foolish meddling. Observe how neatly they are dressed again after the amourous bucking of their bottoms while you, my pet, make bold to display yourself in nudity to us!”

“Oh, you have not done it to them, have you?” cried she with all the inconsequentiality that some females possess when put to a question.

I felt it timely then to make an interjection myself while Esmeralda was still reaching wildly for her fallen clothes. “Priscilla and Kate—come here!” I barked whereat—and with memories still of the tawse at their bottoms—both scuttled to me like nervous rabbits.

“Has your dear uncle not taken pleasure of you both upstairs and did you not permit him to at last?” I asked pointedly of both. There were hesitations, of course, but a single gesture of my hand which was no doubt again reminiscent of their most recent experiences brought at last a whispered and half-giggling “Yes” from each.

“Oh, my God!” screeched Esmeralda theatrically at that and rose, clutching her gown in front of her.” You have done it with them, Herbert, you have!”

“Be quiet, woman!” he thundered, as much perhaps to my surprise as her own while Selina and Emily stood as amused spectators of all. “They have learned obedience and the pleasures that stem therefrom, Esmeralda, as you never have. I am prepared to give you time to learn, however. Shall we say one minute?”

“Oh, Herbert!” Her cry was indeed one of apparent despair, yet few women are at a total loss even in such a situation. Throwing herself into his arms, she clung to him and began to ooze forth such tears as to her seemed requisite to the occasion. Her spouse, however, remained unyielding.

“Well, Esmeralda?” he demanded, the while that his hands reached out to soothe the bottoms of his nieces. It was a gesture that Esmeralda clearly did not miss despite all her well-acted appearances of grief.

“Yes, Herbert,” came then her muffled reply. It was enough. Priscilla and Kate bit their lips and smiled, though endeavouring to appear not to. What hidden jealousies, what secrecies of desires, what previously concealed thoughts were momentarily revealed therein! Such moments are food for reflection indeed.

I said naught but turned, went from the room and gathered up my bonnet and cloak in the hall as did Selina and Emily theirs. The occasion was not one for further interruptions by ourselves. The front door closed upon us quietly. The carriage in which they had arrived stood waiting still, I having dismissed my own upon arrival. A reflective silence fell upon us as we rumbled down the drive and made into the lanes.

“Quite adorable were they not?” ventured Selina then.

I smiled at her, for she was echoing my own thoughts. I would have fain had Priscilla and Kate abed with me that very night, as well she would have done. “Not only adorable and so sweetly curved, but at a most interesting stage, too,” I replied, not gazing at her directly but smiling to myself through the dust-hazed window of the carriage.

“Go on, Arabella, tell us what you are really thinking,” urged Emily, stroking my arm fondly.

“How brief such adventures can be. We are there one moment and then gone,” I mused. “Of course, if one had a house of one's own, how pleasant it would be to continue exercising Priscilla and Kate—in the company of gentlemen, naturally—and not only the twins, for there are several other likely young ladies in the neighbourhood who would much benefit from our attentions as we thereafter would benefit from theirs.”

I allowed my voice to die away and waited. The idea of having my own centre of pleasures without ever wandering afield began to enchant me the more that I thought on it.

“If one had one's own house, yes,” ventured Selina and threw a questioning glance at Emily who, however, cast her eyes down and seemed not to know how to respond. At that very moment, however, fate took a helpful turn about me, for the carriage began to slow down at the approach of three riders in the narrow lane. I knew them vaguely, and—calling to our coachman to stop—waved as they approached. The first to do so was a girl of twenty with such long golden hair that she seemed as a perfect goddess. Coming immediately behind her was her younger sister whom I knew as Maude. Their companion was a handsome gentleman who introduced himself as Robert.

“We are at home tonight. Would you perhaps care to come to dinner?” I enquired after we had exchanged the usual pleasantries. Robert's eyes met mine more deeply than they had before. A shimmer of understanding passed between us such as can sometimes occur to people who meet for the first time. He, accepting for them, there was a further small flustering of voices and then all was agreed. With a wave and a gentle jingling of the harness of our horses, we were gone. Peering then quickly from the window, Selina noted well the pertly-rounded bottoms of the two sisters in their riding. Then, settling herself again, she awarded me a huge smile.

“If we had a house of our own—as you were saying,” she remarked.

“Such as Lord C.'s, yes,” I responded, whereat Emily appeared to wake up.

“You do not mean it? Oh, you could not possibly! What will Papa say? Besides, you have invited those three to dinner,” she said wonderingly as if she had just fallen upon the fact.

“Not only to dinner, my pet, but to stay the night, if they but knew it,” I responded, holding my eyes full in her own so that an understanding flush began to appear upon her cheeks.

“Oh, but...wh...what will Papa do?” she asked, her mouth most prettily open.

“Emily, you are the last person to ask that question now,” laughed Selina, whereat we all burst into giggles, though my own veiled such continuing thoughts as I was then having. Lord C. would soon be persuaded. I knew that well. On the morrow we could invite Herbert, Priscilla and Kate to join us. Although he knew it little now, Lord C.'s mansion was soon to become a veritable house of pleasure.

Ah, it was the old familiar ritual. I tired to reconcile it as part of my job.

“There's no need to overly concern ourselves with this Witherspoon business,” she gushed. “I'm sure that we can come to... er... some sort of agreement.” Her painted mouth stretched in a leer.

I was right once again: Madam Renoir expected a definite, and utterly ancient, payment for her assistance. And I was in no position to argue, for if I declined to submit to her advances I would have to depend on the dubious alliance of the Hoggs. Therefore I performed one of the most heroic acts in the history of mankind; I smiled seductively at the matron and began unbuckling my belt.

“You know that I've always been attracted to you, Sam,” she continued in a bedroom contralto, as she locked the door and turned back to me. “The first time I saw you,” she went on, reaching behind her to unfasten the hooks of her heavy green gown, “something told me that you were a real man.”