shrinking slug of his much softened pleasure-rod. 'Yes', I murmured, felt both shy yet bold at the same time and made to close my legs but was affectionately smacked to leave them open to his view, he lying then beside me with my face into his neck, my belly rippling in the aftermath, my cuntlips pouting, frothed with sperm and my own spendings. 'Tomorrow night there will be more than one who will seek to take his place between your legs. You may say nay to one, but not to both. You understand?' 'Yes, Harry'. Inbetween my sighs we kissed. Softly we kissed- raindrops of kisses on my parted lips, my dress all bundled up above my breasts whose tingling nipples told their own tale of delight. He would not have me silent, though, for long, and brought me to confess all that I knew, had heard, had done. Even to Jane, and Julie, too. 'Your cousin, then, imbibed the manly juice between her lips? And Jane was trestled? Yes, I understand how that was done, for Aramintha does the same trick with some girls, and then I perforate their bottoms while they squeal.
Though not for long they squeal. No more than you, my pet', he laughed, and I a-blushing, saying that it was not true of me-or would not be in future. 'Is it not cruel to whip?', I asked, and glanced up at the one that hung above, remembering how my father-in-law had scourged my globe, though in retrospect it had not hurt that much. 'It is not cruel, my love, to spur a maiden to surrender if she proves too coy to drop her drawers upon command. A girl should be nurtured at an early age, and given pride in both her muff and her bottom cheeks. The whip induces-is not meant to torture her. Heaven forfend it should! The cane is more admonitory. As to birches, when the twigs are softened they but make the bottom wriggle and the ardour rise. The girl's cheeks feel fuller; she is ready to receive. Frequently the parental penis is inserted first-but not in your case'. 'Not in mine, no. Harry, you were first. You surely know you were'. 'Indeed-and that I treasure, Emily. Aramintha has no jealousy when two are tingling, cock to cunt. You may think it strange, but such is so'. 'I do not think it strange. The pleasure is divine and all should share it, should they not?', I asked naively. 'You wait upon my affirmation even though you have it in your heart? All who have lustiness upon them should resolve their hot desires and do so with such eagerness as makes their bodies melt for it. Feel no remorse for consummations that are mutually sought, fulfilled. Be as a bird that flies and roosts, and flies again, and questions not the sky, nor trees nor earth'. 'Yes, Harry; that I always wished to be, and now…' 'Harry, have you not finished yet with the dear girl? Do not exhaust her. It is time to eat!', came Aramintha's voice from down below, I starting up, but Harry bid me take my time, repair my hair and look my best. 'Do I not always?', I riposted. Now that it was over I felt flirtatious, eager for the next. He, answering cheerfully, 'Beyond all doubt!', we made ourselves respectable and ventured down to find Jane buttoning up her dress. 'Was it nice? Was nice, yes? Was it nice?', asked Aramintha, tilted up my chin and kissed my lips. I said, 'Yes, oh it was!', as if we had but picnicked, gathered flowers, or paddled in a stream. Jane said, 'Oh, Emily, do up my top button, please- I cannot reach it'. And with that, a warm enclave of homeliness enfolded all my sins.
CHAPTER 11
That night, Jane and I-sleeping together as Aramintha suggested we might in order to discuss our future plans- fell to much lip-chewing talk of what to tell Mama and Papa. 'No doubt they have already heard from those frightful people who are now your in-laws', Jane opined. 'I think not, no. They will wait until at least later tomorrow, expecting me to have a change of mind- and that will certainly not occur. We will send a message in the morning to say that we are well, and staying with good friends'. 'Then Papa will come and have a quarrel, I am sure of that'. 'If you think such, you do not know him well. Let us ask for Julie to call on us. In that way, Papa will have news without a public confrontation that he would not seek', I said. And so it was arranged. Jenkins took a maid by horse and cart first thing, for I thought it best that a servant, young and of good appearance (I saw myself to it that she was well spruced-up) should present herself rather than an awkward, burly male.
'Such polish for your age!', Aramintha complimented me. 'I do not want Constance to be polished, though. Much as I would like to see it done, it would not amuse me and, besides, she might go hollering to the world outside', I said. 'True, true', said Harry, who appraised me differently at that. Even so, I looked upon his treatment of me with a pleasure that surprised, and came to a better understanding of how young ladies feel when they are disciplined in order to first take the cock. In the discreet way of the pair, however, nought was said of it. I was allowed to return to that state of apparent demureness and sweet innocence that I had always worn, though underneath my skirt was a warm readiness for more.
The household contained but three servants: a cook, a maid, and Jenkins. More were an encumbrance, Aramintha said, and not in an excusing way, for she explained that when her discreet parties were held, it were best that a wandering servant did not interrupt the revelries. 'Your gardens will be watered. Are you well prepared for that?', she asked us in her sometimes languid way. I meant not to be second in reply, and said immediately I was, and so was Jane-and this before my sister spoke. It prided me to turn the tables on her just a little. 'Who shall there be?' I asked. 'Ah!
Wait and see! Names have no meaning. All are utterly conversant with our rules-which is to say that a young lady can be persuaded but not forced. There are initiations sometimes, but tonight there will not be… alas!', our hostess uttered with a laugh. 'The last one-several months ago-was a very, an exceedingly, sweet sixteen', Harry said, and said it in such manner that I knew he was inviting us to ask. 'Oh? Was she tasted first?', I asked boldly, whereat Aramintha clapped her hands and said she was delighted to know I had such knowledge. 'Lucinda is her name', said Harry, and went on, 'You would have adored her, both of you, for she looked demure, and really was. We treated her with utmost gentleness, you understand. An uncle of hers brought her, he being the appointed one to see her made fit and ready for the sport. I doubt that she had ever seen a penis in erection, though had had her bottom fondled, but no more'. 'Aha, she had not learned to kiss', I said. 'Precisely, Emily. Or not, at least, with open mouth and searching hands. The first hour was a warming-up of drinks and laughter. Pleasantries were said-not rude but quite suggestive. Lucinda was wide-eyed, remained against the wall, a flush upon her cheeks. She had not known such company before, free-speaking, merry, and yet civilised. Her glass was filled again, again.' 'Oh, that was not fair!', said Jane, and Aramintha raised her eyebrows high. 'It was merely to make her vibrant, darling.
One cannot expect a virgin to be taken if her veins do not throb a little at the least. I dearly wished to kiss her first, and did. The lights were lowered; the room almost dark. Ladies and gentlemen began to dance, and I pressed Lucinda up against the wall-from which she had scarcely moved in any case-and pressed my lips to hers. Oh, what a darling mouth she had! Sweet was the nectar that I drew from it. She was too timid to resist, and was also-if I dare to say so-warm for an embrace. My hands up to her cheeks, and she blinded in the fond embrace, my sister, Ambrosia, approached, sandwiched her between us and took her mouth in turn until I am sure Lucinda knew not where she was. 'At that', Aramintha continued, 'Harry turned up the lamps, and between us Lucinda was blindfolded and held. I thought it best-solicitous, you know. She cried out and tried to drag back, but we brought her to the centre of the room, then quickly upped her skirt and got her white drawers off'. 'After a struggle. What a noise she made!', laughed Harry. 'Well, of course she did, and so would I have done, my dear. The shock of it! But that was soon allayed. My sister held Lucinda's wrists behind her back while I kneeling, forced my face up inbetween her thighs and set to licking at her cunny slit.
The little devil bumped and squirmed. There was no mocking laughter, though. Such is not done. The whole affair was carried out in silence.
Chubby as her bottom was, I held it clasped in both my palms and brought her clitoris to tingle up'. 'Which made her moan, I bet', said Jane, her eyes as bright as mine, cheeks flushed. 'Darling, she really moaned. I was a full three minutes-more, perhaps-a-licking at her honeypot until she spilled, and then her knees sagged and her head hung back, although she whimpered still, 'Oh, don't!' Fortunate it is that we females spend much more than men! I rose; another lady set to work on her. Again Lucinda bucked and twisted, but more in pleasure than in dire embarrassment. My sister twisted then Lucinda's neck and brought her mouth once more to hers. Much spluttering was heard, but finally the girl succumbed. Her knees sagged once again-once more she came'. 'Oho, it was much more than a simple tasting then', said Jane.' 'You know then? Have you been… Oh well, it does not matter. If you have not, you are past that point.
Some use the birch while others use their tongues', our hostess said, and then continued, 'Actually, my dears, this was intended to be rather more than just a tasting. Lucinda was to be enflamed beyond mere titillations and was due back in her bed at midnight, ready for the cock'. 'Go on!', I interrupted, for I could not wait to hear the end after my own escape that morn. If such it was. I wondered if it was, and if I might not afterwards have
