now between Arabella's thighs. Tasting cream. Cream on her bush, her pouting, her sticky.
Arabella gave a little jump. Her eyes half closed. 'Drink your wine,' my aunt told her. The goblet was raised to her lips anew. Her lips slurped. Beneath my feet there came another slurping. Arabella bubbled and spluttered into her goblet.
'Mounted but twice indeed since you visited,' my aunt said to her scoldingly. 'Are you not bad, my love?'
Arabella's eyes closed. She moved her lips away pettishly from the goblet. Wine spilled its fall on to her breasts. 'P… p… p. .. p…' Little explosions of sound from her mouth. Her hips worked, breasts jiggling. The slurping noise beneath the table increased.
'Such ripeness-it is always pretty to see,' Katherine murmured. She emptied the rest of her wine into my uncle's glass. He drank upon it immediately. My aunt glared at her. Katherine smiled. For a moment I thought she would embrace me but instead she got up and passed around behind me to Caroline. Bending over her and drawing her face round, she covered Caroline's mouth with her own and passed her fingertips suavely about the snowy hillocks which stood revealed. I could feel the tingling in my mouth of my sister's nipples. Katherine's tongue delved. I could feel it delve.
The feet of Arabella's chair were scraping. The chair rocked.
'You are difficult, too, Caroline, are you not?' Katherine purred. Her mouth was a rose. Would I ever kiss her fully? She desired to make me jealous, I know. The sound of Amanda's lapping tongue was in my ears. Small noises of hysterical sound wisped from Arabella's lips. My aunt held her.
'Look at me, Caroline-haven't you been difficult?' Katherine coaxed. 'Yesssssss,' Caroline gritted. 'Oh, but it was so big and..'
'What nonsense she speaks,' my aunt laughed, 'you have sucked it-I know you have. Amanda, rise, leave her!'
A scuffling, Amanda appeared, face hot, lips wet. My uncle beckoned her. Her skirt, caught up, betrayed the wantonness of her bare bottom.
'Your report was no better. Worse, indeed,' he told her. 'Is it not true?'
'Sir?' Amanda asked thickly. Her eyes were bleared, her expression slightly vacant. I expected him to draw her forward and fondle her bottom. To my surprise he did not. I thought of Father. He lay on the beach, perhaps, his cutlass limp, fallen. Pebbles stirred as people approached and stared down at him. He rested in his waiting.
A murmuring beside me, a soft moist sound of lips. I hated Caroline. She was shy. She had sucked the liqueur of love-the sperm had inundated her mouth. She had lain on her bed naked, her thighs apart. Her nest had waited for his eggs to nestle against it. I would whip her.
Arabella lay back against the high back of her chair. Her mouth was open, a look of languishing upon her face. I judged her about twenty-seven. Her hand wore no wedding ring. Her fingernails glistened, perfectly manicured. My aunt's hand worked gently beneath the table, between her thighs. Arabella's eyelashes fluttered.
My uncle waved his cigar. 'Take her upstairs,' he said to Katherine. Led out in docile tread, Caroline did not look back. Footsteps on the stairs. Katherine returned.
'As to Amanda…' Katherine said. Everyone waited for her to speak except perhaps Arabella who was floating still in a luxury of sensations. 'Amanda, stand in the corner there facing us. How wicked you have been!'
My aunt rang a bell. Frederick entered. He carried a small silver bucket wherein stood a wine bottle packed around with ice. Placing it on the table, he removed the bottle, wiped it with a napkin and left it there. The door closed again behind him. The cork of the bottle was round, black and polished.
'Lift your skirts-part your legs,' Katherine ordered. My uncle did not turn to look. Amanda's eyes were lanterns. The black flaring of her bush. The curls looked thicker now. The creamy tint of her flat belly.
'Wicked!' Katherine intoned. She took the bottle and moved to Amanda whose eyes hunted the ceiling. The neck of the bottle lowered and hovered beneath her pubic mound. It hung in a straight line down between her stockinged thighs. 'Draw your legs together, Amanda-grip it!'
A long hush-rushing sound like a sudden movement of water surged from Amanda's throat. Her eyes screwed up. Her long eyelashes trembled. Ice-cold, the bottle was gripped between her trembling thighs. Expressionless, Katherine placed her fingers delicately beneath the base of the bottle and urged it gently up.
'Noooo-Aaaaah!' Amanda moaned. The black, round shiny cork parted her lovelips and was gripped within it.
Katherine drew down the tiny skirt.
'Whooooo!' Amanda jittered. Her skirt hid all but the base of the bottle. Her teeth chattered. Small pearls of white. 1 want to run my teeth around them.
'Finish the wine,' my uncle said. He rose-an avuncular hostand filled our glasses. Arabella's head had sunk. Her spirit moved through forests afar. The cream had long been lapped from her slit, her tight-purse, her nutcracker, her penis-pouter. Her bottom cheeks relaxed in their fullness, naked upon her seat.
I dipped the tip of my tongue in my glass. It swam like a goldfish. I wanted to French-drink again. Was it forbidden? Arabella had opened her eyes and sat up. She seemed more composed. Her head inclined towards Aunt Maude's. Sitting beside me again, Katherine slid her hand on to my thigh and caressed it. I would not look at her. 1 cast my eyes down upon the tablecloth, the white, the serene.
'Are we loved?' she asked me. My mind had already begun to catch at the comers of reason. Amanda stood in her aloneness. I did not reply. I wanted to catch the words my aunt was speaking. Of them all, the Lady Arabella intrigued me most. Her coming was totally voluntary, I felt. Her body held an arrogance of desire, unfulfilled until it was drawn forth by persuasion. Were we all the same? To what dark altars were we led? Darkness was strawberries -the sunlight cream.
'It excites me-I fear it,' Arabella said,
'The root of desire is fearing. When you were caught with your drawers down, did you not intend to be caught?'
'I was dragged to my room,' Arabella muttered. Her voice contained a sulkiness of satisfaction.
'And mounted admirably,' my aunt said dryly, 'as you were here, after your bitching. You prefer to be bitched?'
'Not always, but the strap…'
'It subdues you, yes, but you must not grow reliant upon it. Marriage will be no cure for you. It will dilute the very qualities that give you such attraction, my dear. I shall recommend that you are blindfolded in future. It will enclose such modesty as you have.'
My aunt twirled the stem of her wine glass. Even as I, she stared at the tablecloth and appeared to muse. 'As I recall,' she continued, 'there is a particular manservant in your house. Is he not called Eric? He is young, lusty. During the act, when your bottom is bared, he will present his to your mouth. Blindfolded you will grope for it even while you are being pistoned…
A cry from Arabella interrupted my aunt. She covered her face. 'Oh! I could not!' she burst.
Aunt Maude rose. 'Thomas, you will entertain her,' she announced. 'Amanda, you may go to the kitchen, girl.' Her glance encompassed Katherine, Jenny and myself. The drawing room received us. We stood. Parts of the furniture had been cleared away, leaving a space in the centre of the floor. There stood a chair-a black leather one that I had never seen before. It was a simple affair. The strong wooden legs were strutted and rose some three feet. The broad seat -if it could be called one-was a mere sling of leather. Where the uprights of the back rose, another strong width of leather was repeated. In the centre of it was a small hole. Facing the chair so that the fronts of the seats touched was an identical one. In general aspect it was like a crude couch without a back to it. 1 had seen such in ancient Egyptian relics.
We stood. Beside me, Jenny caressed the bulbous curve of my bottom cheeks lightly. Katherine went into the hall and returned shortly. Frederick came with her. He was naked. His prong pronged. Around his neck was a halter to which a chain was attached.
Unspeaking, Katherine led him to the rear of one of the chairs and turned him to face it. His eyes were blind in their unseeing. His balls swung. 'Closer!' Katherine snapped at him. His feet shuffled forward, the chain clinking. With a slight grimace of his features, the knob of his erect penis touched the leather slingback. To a slight but disdainful guidance of Katherine's fingers the knob passed through the hole and continued its upward glide until his prick emerged completely on the other side, facing the back of the other chair.
Motionless he stood, the veins raised on his tool which seemed to swell more by the tight enclosure. His balls pressed against the leather below the aperture.
