again. His balls were sticky underneath my fur.
I drew my knees up, threshed my bottom more, and once more brought my mouth beneath his own, spilling small moaning sounds of pleasure on his tongue. 'What a superb fuck you are!', he groaned. 'Yes, yes!', I panted. Jane was lost to me save for her kisses on my cheek. 'Your tongue also!', he gasped at her. Somehow she slipped it inbetween our mouths-three tongue-tips touching and the room a-whirl. -'GAR-AAAR!', he choked and rammed his piston in my warm, smooth cave up to the thickly pulsing root and loosed his first full jet of come. Jane's fingertips touched at the bottom of my cunny then, the sticky-wet conjunction of our parts, and no doubt felt the huge veins pulsing as he pumped. 'Goo-gooo!', I whimpered as he came again. Her fingertip sneaked in my bottomhole. I raised up both my legs and churned my hips, meshing my pubic hairs to his, feeling his liquid treasures flow unceasingly within until he quivered, shuddered and was done, ticking out pearls of pleasure in my quim. He nibbled madly at my ear. Jane took my mouth once more. My legs shot down and straightened; my toes curled. 'Oh Jane, Jane, Jane!', I sobbed, then fell into that misty nothingness of satiated love.
Anonymous Emily: Or, the Voluptuous Delights of a Once-Innocent Young Lady
CHAPTER 20
Aftermaths in daylight are embarrassing to me. I wish to hide my eyes, conceal my face-huddle my body up and look away, remaining in my warm, pink dreams. It was not to be, though. 'Come, you sillikins, get up', Jane said and shook me gently. Arnold had already loosed himself from me, adjusting his dress with solemn care, and taken up his chair again. 'Go 'way', I murmured, but she swung my legs and forced me to sit up, my hair awry, face flushed and moist still with the kisses of the pair. 'Come here!', said Arnold suddenly. My feet wavered as they touched the floor, then mulishly I went to him and had myself tugged down upon his lap. Hiding my face, I let him stroke my hair. 'It is best when she is coaxed', said Jane. 'I know-I understand', quoth he and kissed my cheekbone while I huddled into him like a lost girl. – is it best?', he asked me, but I did not answer him- a rich scent of tobacco from his shirt. I started as I heard the door, but he wrapped his arm more tightly round my own and held me cuddled like an orphan child.
'She has been naughty upstairs now with George. It was not my fault'. The voice of Catherine. She stood somewhere behind the chair.
I did not raise my head to look. 'That is your second sin, my dear. To be so indiscreet, I mean. Ladies do not refer to other ladies in that way. Your hostess has a name. Go to your room. I mean to deal with you in a short time.' 'Am I… am I not in favour then?', she wheedled. I was pleased to hear the shakiness in her uncertain tones. 'You place too much upon yourself and are undisciplined. I SAID go to your room!' 'Oh, very well. I s'pose…' Her sentence lay unfinished, curled up on the floor. He did not turn. I would have felt him turn. 'You will be accommodated later, Catherine, I do suppose', said Jane. 'Oh, really?', the girl sneered, but then her shoes skittered, for he must have moved his head as though to look at her. -'You country girls are all the same', she spat. The door slammed. My new mentor sighed and urged me off his lap, stood up and brushed his trousers down fastidiously. 'Why do you put up with her?', Jane asked, and looked through the portholes, as I thought of them, though they were elongated panes of tinted glass.
'She has her uses-just as all of you…' He paused, looked at us doubtfully the while I stirred my ruffled hair and said, 'That was a jest'. 'A poor one, even so', I said, recovering myself while buttoning up my corsage that he had ripped apart during our bout.
'Then I apologise'. He took my hand and kissed my fingertips.
Then his eyes narrowed. 'Even so, obedience becomes young ladies, does it not?' 'I have been obedient-and so has Jane', I mumbled, rather causing him to laugh and assist my trembling digits with his own. 'Of course you have. Now is the time to be while you are free. A conundrum is it not-though it is true. Obedience brings less remorse and makes the stolen fruit taste sweeter. As to Catherine, she has been in domestic rebellion in the past and would not lend herself to what was not unnaturally sought of her. We have almost persuaded her otherwise by now. She hides her indecisions in a flighty way, I fear-makes brash of everything. With George she can play the role of conqueror. His timidity lends itself to that'. 'You have not had her, though, yourself?', Jane asked with some percipience. 'My dear, dear lady would have put her over, but the moments were not ripe; or so I felt. But now perhaps…' He paused and questioned us with his bright eyes. 'We shall assist', I said, to show my mettle both to him and Jane. 'Precisely as I wished you'd say.
The company of younger females, willing, eager, yes! Young ladies have a way of wreaking their revenge on others in a curious way. Now is the time'. 'Are you fit so soon? She has a lovely bottom-is that where the dart is to be aimed?' Jane asked, and bit her lip at such plain impudence. 'You read my mind as well as you would a book, my dear. I perceive in you something also of a voyeuse. Is that not so?' 'Ladies, sir, do not always answer direct questions. Suffice to say that there are certain visual experiences that I appreciate-perhaps enjoy', my sister answered coyly. 'And you, Emily?', he asked. 'I said, did I not, we would assist'. I hesitated- having seldom a bold tongue-but then drew breath and added, if you wish to really know, then yes, I would like to see her bottomhole expanded by your prick: the opening of her rose. Is that not what it is called?' 'It is called by various names-as for instance plugging a girl, corking her derriere, or more plainly buggering or sodomising her, though for neither of those latter words do I have much taste. They have not the voluptuousness one seeks, nor any touch of sensuousness. I have known ladies who preferred it that way to the more normal mode. As to yourselves?' 'Oh, we take it as it comes', Jane laughed, and was quite obviously delighted with her pun. In a moment we had ascended to the upper deck. Through its windows I perceived the water-wanderers, the boaters on the river's moving surface, and thought of the great apartness of all people, and how what we were doing, and were about to do, would remain unknown to those who moved beyond, so close to us, and how their actions, too-whether innocent or perverse-would remain totally unknown to us forever amid all the ever-changing scenes of life. It is not good to think thus: one feels strange and utterly apart. In a moment, though, my more immediate anticipations returned and warmed themselves as if before a fire. Passing along the passageway, or whatever it might be called on such strange habitations, there appeared from a doorway the figure of our hostess who had discarded her chemise and wore only the peignoir, held so lightly about her figure that her bosom and her thighs were seen. The door to the bedroom remaining open, I spied George sitting on the bed, naked as the day that he was born. His penis hung limp and a blue bow of silk adorned its root, as though it were a gift to be presented, though patently its recent contents had been drawn upon. 'What is to do, my pet?', she asked of Arnold. 'I am to see to Catherine, my love. These young ladies had kindly volunteered assistance'. 'They have, they will? How utterly divine of them! You will not need me then?', she asked in such wheedling tone as a younger female employs when she hopes to receive something that may surprise her pleasantly. 'In a certain sense I shall, my pet. George may be put to her afterwards-if he is fit-and by the same route that I intend to follow. If you would see to his revival, I will call you when the minx has had her bun well buttered'.
Time it is, dear Arnold, time indeed, or she will need to be returned to the paternal fold untutored, and that would not do at all.
He is quite fuming to present himself to her', said she, and at that she winked at me and closed the door, her voice heard saying, 'George, lie down!' As to Catherine, she sensed at once some purport of our entrance into her abode and sprang up from off her bed defensively. 'Oh-have you come to apologise?', she asked with hope that faded quickly after one long look at us. 'I, dear Catherine, have come to present you with a compliment', said Arnold, and wrapped his arms around her so suddenly that she had no time to retreat. 'What are you about?', she screeched. Her calves swung as he raised her feet from off the floor and flung her willy-nilly on her face down on the bed, exhorting us at the same time to throw her dress up and remove her drawers. 'No, no! You shame me! Don't!', she howled while, business-like, we gathered up her pink, silk gown and uncovered the most heavenly of legs sheathed in fine stockings of a matching shade, with rose-red garters and-to my surprise-white, frilly drawers when I had expected a bold, naked bottom. Arnold held her shoulders firmly while we got them off despite her kicks, the strong thrusts of her legs. 'You beasts! I'll tell Papa!', she screeched, arms flailing wildly like a bird with broken wings.
'Oh, Catherine, what a lovely bottom!', Jane exclaimed. The skin was milky, flawless, and the twin globes as round as the two halves of a split apple yet resilient as rubber, warm as toast. 'Toy with her first. I will hold her up', said Arnold wherewith, to a wild cry from Catherine, he eased his free arm underneath her belly and by main
