Oh dear, oh dear-how she cried out! The blindfold was still around her eyes, of course. His trousers sagged and then he bent his knees and brought his swollen crest up to her honey-lips. 'She screeched at the first touch of it! I waggled my free hand at him to have a care.
His rubicund expression, mouth agape at the first touch of his niece's cunny to his cock, inflamed him much, of course. I knew he must not ram her full, nor spill. That was not to be the game at all. So over-eager did he look! Oh, Harry, yes, you need not glare. All men do at such times- why, even you! A long-pitched cry from dear Lucinda and his cock urged up her creamy channel, first an inch, then two, then three-at which I waved my hand at him again! 'He had to grit his teeth and hold her thus, just one-third sheathed, poor devil, but there was no help for it. Lucinda was intended just to know the feel of it. His thighs were all a-tremble, you can guess! His eyes beseeched mine, but I shook my head and counted silently, albeit with lips that he could see and read, to two score, then with dulling eyes he drew it out of her tight nest and another-to a howl from her-succeeded in his place'. 'How many were there?', Jane asked, open-mouthed, and nudged me as she spoke as though I had been accomplice to the act or had seen such before. 'How many? Five, my dear! The ladies waited in their readiness to have the best of it, discarding dresses, drawers, their pussies pouting and expectant.
Lucinda's uncle mounted one of them upon some cushions on the floor.
The two writhed in the uttermost delight and watched Lucinda take her second offering. She mewed and tried to wriggle off the cock, but was well-held. Alas, the warmth of both her clefts was too much for the gentleman, and with an expression of agony and lust, he withdrew his steaming piston only halfway through my two-score count and spattered her wriggling bottom with his jets of sperm, the which-oddly- seemed to mollify her, for she ceased to cry out loud and set to whimpering in that silly way a young girl does when she discovers in herself a liking for a certain naughtiness. 'The sperm was trickling down her ivory bottom cheeks when the third gentleman raised her hips the more, and clamped her well, and entered in. He was her champion; had done the trick before, and with the greatest effort kept his prick a-throb in her-half in, no more-for a full count of fifty before he turned back to his dear wife who received him with parted lips and open legs and much affection, as you well may guess. 'At the entry of the fourth and fifth, Lucinda was much less dismayed. A lewd observer might have said that her cunnylips by then were ridged with hot desire, but as for myself I noted that she uttered only a soft “Oooh-Wer!” as each let her feel his poker burn within her grotto.
Naturally, both Ambrosia and myself comforted her much with whispers all the time and bid her push her bottom out, said naughty words to her and even asked her if she was obtaining pleasure from the cocks.
Of course, she only bleated in reply'. 'A young girl's role is almost always one of nearly silent pleasure', Harry said. 'And well you should know, dear, but they often moan delightfully', his wife said. Then she carried on, 'The ladies being occupied, we carried a limp Lucinda up the stairs, untied her blindfold and caressed and kissed her on the bed. “Why did you-why?”, she whimpered, but could not resist. Her drawers were kept as a souvenir. I think, though, that by then she had almost forgotten she had ever had them on. We cozened her and told her that the night would be more pleasant for her than she had ever known. I must say that the dear child was in a loving daze by then and clung to me and Ambrosia and asked us not to take her down again. This being assured, she tidied up herself. I took her wine and biscuits and she sat with my dear sister for an hour until all the revelries were done below. 'In the way of things, the guests were ushered out- they wishing not to cause the sweet girl any more embarrassment. Only her uncle remained and looked his solemn best. She blushed muchly when we took her down to him, but without a word save of praise for her appearance, he offered up his arm and led her out to the waiting carriage, I accompanying them with much bright chatter of quite ordinary things. 'Oh, how discreet you are!', I uttered.
'My dear, one must be. Had she been threaded already, then it would have been quite other. We have had girls here little past her age who take the cock with pleasure, absolutely blind to those who see them in their naughtiness. Bonviviality breeds a daring that does not come otherwise, and with punch in their tummies they are ready to be tickled up, especially when their elders show the way.' 'Have you seen her since, and will she come again?', Jane asked. 'I think not for several months at least. She is being kept in purdah, as it were, which will not harm her. It is not wished that she should indulge herself too much with others yet, and that is wise. Girls of her age who become too libertine lose any air of mystery they might have had. She has learned a little lewdness, is submissive, has had her bottom plugged, her cunny, too', said Aramintha with some satisfaction. 'Why did you ask?', I asked Jane afterwards.
'I just wondered, that was all. I wondered what it felt like'.
'Huh! You already know', said I. 'I don't mean that. I told you I was trestled, had my bottom corked, but I was not blindfolded, or anything like that. And no one else was there. I mean…'
'Why, really, you are almost jealous, Jane!', I laughed.
'Not really, no. I just wondered… Well… it must be awful fun to have-well, you know-five things, cocks, and not to know whose they may be. And then to be nicely comforted afterwards', she added a little mournfully. 'I suppose the whip stung you, and you were not comforted-and that's the truth of it', I said. 'It did, of course, it did! He was quite adamant to make me take my drawers down-show myself. I knew I had to, though. One does'. 'One does', I echoed. Papa had made me pull my drawers up when he might well have birched my own. I knew I would have submitted to that, too, and felt a flush rise in my cheeks. 'What are you thinking of?', asked Jane, and no doubt cogitated that I thought of her. I pretended that I did, to flatter her. I thought, though, of a myriad things: of drawers pulled down, of drawers pulled up, and toying with my cunny at stray thoughts of naughtiness, and semen shooting up the virile stems, late nights when I had waited to be kissed and no one came, the days of childhood put away, and my thighs warm. But was that all I thought, or cared for now? The richnesses of pleasure are truly infinite. On nibbling small, iced cakes and drinking tea, one knows a sensuous pleasure, even as one does in choosing a new gown-but more, yes more (I knew that I was truly drawn to it), the pleasures of a penis pumping in one's honeypot, or unforgiving inbetween one's bottom cheeks. 'Jane, if you did not truly like someone, but were in the dark-had not much on-would you then let him do it to you, if he tried?' 'I would with my bottom up; I would not need to look!
That's why, you silly, I wondered what it's like to have a blindfold round your eyes. Just as a game, I mean', she added, and her eyes were warm: a small fire waiting for the fires that would be lit in winter yet.