His eyes showed that. Blue eyes, they were-had a metallic sheen.
'Ah, so! Then come, girls-say your prayers in turn', he uttered.
Loosing quickly all his trouser buttons, he revealed a member of impressive size. The crest was rubicund and swollen up. The veins showed clearly on the stem. 'Go on', said Jane to me. -'No, you', I said. -'Oh, very well-how boring it all is', she laughed self-consciously and rose to cast herself then down between his legs.
Head bent, mouth open, she absorbed three inches of his rigid prick, causing his eyes to close with pleasure. 'Mmmm!', he then hummed.
Her lips moved wetly up and down, causing his cock to pulse the more.
His eyelids quivered, then he beckoned me. I stood unsteadily. Jane's eyes were closed. Devotion showed in both her sucking cheeks. -'Come here', he uttered in a lordly voice. I reached the chair arm and bent over him, put one hand down and touched Jane's head, his tongue a wild snake in my mouth, hand puckering my skirt up at the back. 'It's all right-I won't let him come', Jane gurgled down below, and all was fire. My right knee was lifted, poised upon the arm. A gentle fingertip worked round my spot-the other sought my bottomhole. Warm mouth of mine to his strong, parted lips-the sweeping, liquid sounds from Jane's own mouth. I felt him bucking to the sucking sound. His finger probed my rose-two inches, three. I mewed, I moaned. The bar was swirling round. 'Come-let me have you!' Hot against my lips he spoke. 'Yes-let him, Emily-I want to see'. Jane spluttered and unbent, stood up. 'No! Not in front of you!', I squeaked.
She seized my legs and he my arms and bore me wriggling to a velvet-covered couch. 'Don't, Jane, you beast! WOW-OH!' Laid on my back, she held my arms while he took up position inbetween my legs, cock thrumming on my belly, thick and moist with her saliva as his pego was. I kicked, though not frenetically. His knob slipped backwards through my dark thicket and then nubbed beneath the seeping lips. 'She likes to be teased', said Jane. 'Just hold it there'.
'I d… d… don't!' I whimpered while the smooth and swollen crest surged at my clitoris. I jittered, wriggled, but he held me down, as most I wished him to- as well he knew. As well Jane knew, also, for then she bent and kissed my wobbling lips and soothed away my seeming petulance. 'Be as you are with Papa, darling.'
'No, I'm not', I whined, and prayed that Arnold had not heard. I could not see him, face upwards to hers. Her tongue curled up between my upper lip and teeth and licked along, and then his tool-his throbber, corker, call it what you may-slipped inbetween the portals and grooved up. -'B… b… b… b…', I whimpered mindlessly, then had it lodged within me to his balls that nestled roundly underneath my cleft. Jane rose, half rose, and stroked my face, then moved her hand upwards to my hair. His mouth mashed down on mine, and I was lost-lost to the strong, thick piston movements of his cock, aware of his trousers rumpled down between us both, a-rubbing on my legs and that a lewdness that I much enjoyed. We ceased to kiss and pressed our cheeks together as my bottom moved in rhythm with his urging loins. My glazed eyes stared deep into those of Jane who had knelt down beside the couch and softly pecked upon my open mouth.
'Is it nice?', she asked. Her tone was sweet and soft. 'Oh yeth, oh yeth', I lisped-was quite beside myself with the virile, sturdy pumping of his tool, the steady smacking of his balls beneath my fleshy derriere. The insane desire came over me to have another up my bottomhole at the same time. I sprinkled, grimaced, causing Jane to wrinkle up her nose with pleasure, for she knew the signs of another female's pleasure just as well as I. 'There, baby, baby, wet his cock', she breathed. Her words triggered off another sweet explosion in my belly and I came 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.