Arabella

CHAPTER six

Tout le monde were in Paris when we arrived some ten days later, for it was well past Easter and the season was in full swing. To be seen in the Bois de Boulogne around noon was essential if one were to be counted among the Upper Ten Thousand of France. Before we did so, however, Pearl was insistent that we clothe ourselves a la mode, being none too pleased with the gowns and hats we had brought, for Paris fashions change so rapidly that one must ever keep up with them.

My uncle's purse suffered much depletion as a result of this, but the outcome was so much to his taste that he averred it well worth while, being thankful perhaps that we had not gone to Monsieur Worth but to a smaller salon where decolletage was accepted as a sine qua non of revealment, which Monsieur Worth evidently abhorred, having decreed with a woodenness that came, I am sure, from his English origins that he dressed only ladies. Being told this, Elaine responded that we were not ladies but were enjoying ourselves. Both of course were true, but I admired her for her spirit which had so risen that she seemed to care not a jot what she did, provided it was not in public.

For my own part I was as a bird released from a cage All about us were strangers and it was indeed in this sense as if we were attending a perpetual masque. Pearl had done her work well with my parents, for neither made any remonstrance upon my going, Papa warning me only to take care of all that I did.

As to our accommodation, there could have been none finer. Elaine and I possessed a suite of our own in a hotel close to the Champs d'Elysees while my uncle modestly had a separate one from that of Pearl. That we would not long suffer the privations of isolation was made clear to us by our official “chaperone” upon conducting Elaine and I on the first morning to the coutouriere.

“You must be seen at your finest not only fully adorned but in great part unadorned. This is to say, my pets, that your lingerie must be of the finest and the most seductive,” she declared. Being of the same mind, we acceded to her every wish, the perfect undergarment-as she explained to us-being a guepiere or waist corset which constricted that part of our bodies tightly and so gave the most alluring prominence to our bottoms, hips and breasts. The latter remained uncovered, for the frilled top of the guepiere supported them beneath. At the lower extremity the glossy black corsets were cut and trimmed in a subtle upward curve so that the pubic mound was equally left revealed. So attired, and wearing naught else but stockings and shoes, Elaine and I paraded ourselves with many an admiring giggle in a commodious back room of the salon before tall mirrors.

“Are we not then to wear drawers?” asked Elaine of Pearl who with the proprietess of the establishment had seen to our fittings and chosen different colours for us, ranging from pink through blue to purple, and finally black.

“Why no, for how the effect would be spoiled you might well judge by trying drawers on, Elaine.”

Indeed, it was seen to be so, for drawers were ever large and would conceal the pretty lower portion of the corsets, so rendering the appearance bizarre rather than attractive. AH colours were tried until Elaine and I wore the black corsets which with matching silk stockings gave the most fetching effect that might be imagined. Pearl indeed appeared to think so, for she made no bones about standing between us before the mirrors and cupping our brazen, naked bottoms while giving praise to our charms.

The constriction of the corset first made me quite breathless, but finally pleased me.

“You must continue to wear them now in order to become accustomed to them, for all the most forward young ladies of Paris wear them,” declared Pearl, turning then to the proprietess who herself was dressed most elegantly. “Is that not so, Madame?” she asked. Agreeing that it was, the lady then bade us be seated as we were in order to bring us refreshments. Being all females together, nothing was amiss in this and so we quaffed the wine she brought while warming our bare bottoms on the velour of her chairs.

Having a taste for such a good wine as came to my palate, I drank well as did Elaine. It warmed me exceedingly and so much so that I began to feel drowsy. The crystal lights around the room verily danced and seemed to glitter even more brightly than I thought them to. Finding myself somewhat in a daze, and being dimly conscious that Elaine had rather slumped in her chair, I heard whisperings by my side between Pearl and the proprietess.

“Comme elles sont jolies! Il va les sodomise maintenant?” I heard.

“Oui. Leurs cons ont avait deja etc lubriques. Il faut qu'elles etudient leurs lecons Grecques, Madame. Il veut bien bourrer son pine entre leurs fesses,” came Pearl's response.

Clouded as my mind was, the purport of her words came to me but dimly. I commanded little enough French, but sufficient to comprehend that our bottoms were to be put to pillage since-as Pearl had so graciously announced-our cunts had already been lubricated. Who “he" was I could only guess and my bottom cheeks fairly tightened at the anticipation of receiving my uncle's considerable pestle in my derriere. My head swam. I endeavoured to glance at Elaine and succeeded in only half doing so. She sat beside me, her eyes glazed, mouth open. Even then she looked remarkably attractive. It was impossible not to do so in our little corsets with our titties bulging out over the tops, our bushes well displayed, and our legs made all the more attractive in their black silk stockings which peaked to fine points where the suspenders from the corsets drew them taut.

“Alors, il faut preparer la route,” declared the proprietess then.

I had noticed upon our entrance to the room two padded bars which stood supported on either side. I had thought little of them, fancying them for the odd pieces of apparatus that adorn such places and over which cloaks and other garments might be put. In an instant, however, it came clear to me that in all probability it was we who were to be put over them in order-as the lady had said-that our “routes” might be “prepared.” I had not time to stir, however, before a young man entered upon some signal he had evidently been given. His years could have counted not many more than my own and he was naked. Even more noticeable than this fact, however, was his penis which stood upright, long and extremely slender, having almost the appearance of a church spire. So small was the knob that it was less in circumference than the root of his penis which was evidently strong enough and stout enough for what was intended.

Elaine being less in her senses than I was then lifted up by the lady while Pearl attended to my rising and led me tottering to my fate.

“Wh…aaaaart?” I asked foolishly.

“Come, darling, you are about to be initiated in a way that will serve you well, for Phillippe will see to you both.

He has opened many a young lady's bottom to pleasure, as he will yours.”

“Oh!” I cried, or at least I believe that I did, for at that Elaine's voice rose above my own, but were there to have been any protests they would have arrived far too late. I being bent over by Pearl, my cousin followed suit. The bars, being made for the purpose, as I have no doubt, saw to it that our bellies were not constrained-being pressed down upon thick velvet pads-while our bottoms rose in offering.

“No! what is to do?” cried Elaine, albeit in a somewhat drowsy fashion, her shoulders being well bent down by “Madame” as my own were by Pearl. So close indeed were my cousin and I that our hips touched warmly and so provided what little comfort we momentarily had. Being thought perhaps to be the most recalcitrant, Elaine was taken first. Advancing upon her with solemn mien, Phillippe took her hips and thus prevented her from waggling them too much. Thereat, “Madame” with her free hand sprinkled his spire-like prick with a little oil, some of which proving surplus he proceeded to rub around Elaine's most secret aperture.

At this she moaned and bumped her hip to mine, I being just able to see by virtue of inclining my head sideways.

“Hold her well, Mama,” exclaimed then Phillippe to Madame, to my uttermost astonishment.

“Of course, cheri-do I not always? Put it to her slowly and she will take the pleasure of it. Ah, what a good boy you are to do it so nicely!”

This ludicrous remark having been made, there came a shriek from Elaine at the first touch of that virile young organ to her rosette. Being patently well accomplished in the art, Phillippe made no ado about then sleeking in his knob, which accommodation, due to his slim size was-as I found for myself-by no means difficult. Elaine, however, cried out again and would have risen had not Madame held her down more strongly.

“Is she tight, Phillippe?”

“Superbly, Mama. Oh, but it is not too difficult-I am almost half in.”

Indeed, so he seemed to be from Elaine's wild contortions. Her breath rasped from her mouth, I making then to wriggle up but being firmly constrained by Pearl from doing so. Having then my head pressed further down, I could see naught but could hear well enough from Phillippe's soft panting and Elaine's cries that the dire deed was proceeding. A small, sharp screech from my cousin and he was full embedded, whereat he held her thus, her moans bubbling out the while.

“Hold well, dear, you have parted the cheeks and her bottom is filled. She will learn soon enough the delightful sustenance of it. Move now a little,” abjured Madame.

“Yes, Mama,” Phillippe gritted amidst ever-rising moans from Elaine whose hip bumped to mine at every stroke. I could not conceive what it felt like for her, but was soon to know. Evidently very well schooled in his art, Phillippe gave her a dozen long thrusts and then, upon command, withdrew. His organ, as I felt, must have been literally steaming, though I suspect that such ideas came to me in aftermath rather than then.

“Do not tighten yourself, Arabella,” Pearl murmured to me. A finger came to my rosehole that I knew was Phillippe's. Artfully he guided a thin film of warm oil all about my bottomhole and then within, by means of his fingertip, making me jerk like a young filly, as indeed I was often to be called when in my skittish moments. I tensed myself but to little avail. Phillippe was evidently hungry for this second assault or perhaps thought my bottom even more attractive than Elaine's. I felt his knob. I yielded, I succumbed, knowing perhaps that resistance would but prolong the endeavour. Ah, what a sensation! It was as if a long warm cork were being impelled within me. The breath flooded out from my lungs. I made to squeal but could not. Holding my back down with one hand, Pearl stroked my hair with the other.

“Good girl-press your bottom out to him,” she murmured.

Even though loathe to show myself doing so, I obeyed. The slow entry of his cock at first brought with it a strange stinging sensation that however quickly passed away with every persuasive inch. I choked, I cried out. Feeling the movement of my bottom cheeks towards him, Phillippe grew emboldened. He had some four inches to go. In one upward lunge I received all. The sensation was momentous. My head shot up-unimpeded then by Pearl's hand-and then sank again. My back rippled. I felt my nether cheeks drawn tight into his belly. I was corked. I was the recipient of that which I had surreptitiously viewed at my uncle's house. I squeezed, I tried to eject him, but in vain. The constrictions of my bottomhole but served to heighten his pleasure.

“Ah, Mama, je t'en prie!” he exclaimed.

“Yes, Madame, let him for he has toasted the one and may now inject the other,” exclaimed Pearl who, as she said afterwards, could not hold herself in at the delightful vista of seeing me so upon his prong.

“Let me hold his balls then, for he likes that-do you not, Phillippe?” the lady purred. At that Elaine who had remained curiously motionless, slumped sideways, but falling upon cushions did herself no harm and no doubt had a fine view of the proceedings, looking up as she was between Phillippe's legs.

Such a scene then occurred as I only afterwards painted fully in my mind. Raising her skirt and taking hold of his balls in a light cupping gesture (which I afterwards learned from Pearl), the lady massaged her son gently while he in turn groped her own bottom, whereat no doubt he had learned his art. Not being minded to remain spectator, Pearl then leaned sideways over me and seized Madame's lips. I, being bent over beneath all, felt only the slow shunting of Phillippe's prick which, inserting itself rhythmically back and forth-impelled by his Mama's hand-made my passage seem suddenly freer.

I confess to more pleasure in the act than I at the time allowed myself to feel. All above me were gasps and the moist sound of kisses the while that my bottom was urged back and forth. A hand groped my cunny. It was Madame's. Her fingertip cunningly sought my clitoris. I moaned the more. Her own was being assailed by Pearl's long-reaching hand, while her own bottomhole was in turn titillated by Phillippe's finger. All of this being visible to Elaine who described it to me vividly afterwards. I was yet the recipient of the best. The initial stinging I had felt turned decidedly to pleasure. The gentle massaging of my clitoris assured all. My knees buckled-thus pressing my bottom ever more eagerly to Phillippe's assaults. I rendered my love juices, not once but seemingly endlessly until with fervent groans from he who was corking me, and much luscious kissing and fondling above, I received the fine spurting of his come which warmed and lubricated me deliciously until my bottom and loins all but melted.

Thus did my initiation advance, all being conducted with such ease and grace as if we were performing a gavotte. Elaine for her part pretended to faint, but was soon brought around. No doubt she was surprised to find me not in tears nor writhing torturously. Phillippe then discreetly disappeared, his cock dripping not a little.

“Come, what a sport we have had-we must return now,” announced Pearl gaily as if we had been at a ladylike tournament of archery or such like. I indeed had received the arrow, so may have felt that the simile was well placed. My bottom burned within, though not uncomfortably. Elaine made more of it in the carriage that transported us back, declaring that she could not sit for a week, although she was doing such right then.

“That was but a prelude to your fuller pleasures. You will have larger there and in not too short a time. It is known as the Greek or Turkish method, though others more crudely call it buggery or sodomy. Your bottom has as much elasticity as your cunny and the pleasures of receiving tongues and cocks in that way are infinite,” declared Pearl.

“A tongue? Would that be so pleasurable there?” I asked.

“Why indeed so, if it is done properly and the tongue neatly curled to tease your rose. It is called indeed feuille de rose in Paris and is a delicate act of l'amour much sought after. One lady does it to another before the cock is put in, for then the route is nicely moistened,” said Pearl.

“Phillippe came in her-I know he did,” Elaine said and evidently knew not whether to laugh or not though she continued to wriggle more than 1. Such an effect was to be expected at first, Pearl told us, but would not last. Our bottoms being accustomed to receiving the male plunger would soon settle. Moreover, she added, there were certain advantages to be taken of it since a young lady could not become enceinte in that way and so could absorb as much of the male sperm as she desired.

“Could you really feel it, then?” Elaine asked, wrinkling her nose as though she were not certain that she liked the idea or not.

“Oh yes, it bubbled and entered deliciously in me. I felt it even more than in my cunny,” I said, which remark caused me to realise the truth of it, as saying things often does.

“So then, you have both learned a little more,” laughed Pearl who knew us to be greater novices than we then liked to believe.

“Ho! I do hope Papa is not to learn of this, though I cannot imagine that you could tell him,” said Elaine.

At this Pearl laughed, for she was as much aware as I by now of how my cousin's moments of hypocrisy came and went like grains of dust dancing in a sunbeam.

“All shall be for the best in all possible worlds, Elaine, as Voltaire said, for we are in Paris now and enjoyment is not counted here a sin. Bottoms must buck to cocks and pussies must come to pricks,” Pearl replied, thus unwittingly echoing the selfsame sentiments that my cousin had uttered to me when she felt safe enough out of sight of a rearing penis. I indeed nudged Elaine at this and she had the grace to blush. Being more open in our talk with Pearl, more could be said and our tongues became ever bolder as we spoke of what had occurred and what might be yet to follow. It had been a signal adventure, both elegant and yet bizarre-the two elements meeting so pleasurably as to make the whole affair more piquant. To be taken by surprise, I found, was somewhat to my taste, as it was to be to Elaine's. Putting up every appearance of fretting, as she often did to disguise her desires, made it the more engaging to see her put to a cock. Such moods added salt to the flavour of our adventures.

Upon returning to our hotel we were pleased to find that other male company had now joined us in the form of two well-attired gentlemen. The one, being a few years younger than my uncle, was introduced as the Comte d'Orcy. The other, a most handsome man, appeared to be his nephew, Roald, though I was never certain of this and such things little mattered. We were to dine it was said, Elaine and I having been much admired and complimented upon our fetching new gowns beneath which our corsets hugged us alluringly. Being of an extremely decollete nature, the gentlemen were able to peer well down between our titties which they did with much pleasure and as little embarrassment as I myself felt.

So far from entering into an orgy, as might have been thought, we enjoyed a most civilised conversation, which I was to learn as part of the art of good manners before settling down to amourous combats. I listened and learned much, all of our discourses being in English as a politeness to Elaine and myself. There were many cocottes, or really naughty girls, we learned to be seen parading in the Bois de Boulogne and at the races at Longchamps and elsewhere, but these were to be distinguished from ladies, by careful observation, through the slightly more gaudy nature of their attire.

It was not ever so, however, the Comte advised us carefully, for there were a small number of mondaines- the wealthiest and most attractive of the whores-who would spend small fortunes on their attire and jewellery and so only could be distinguished by name or reputation.

“How then shall we be taken?” I asked with some daring, though at a stage when I felt we had come to know each other well enough.

“As you may wish to be,” the Comte replied. “By your delightful attire you will be taken as no other than you are-as true born ladies. By your deportment in the boudoir, however, you may well-I suspect-outdo such as are of more common blood.”

“Then we are complimented, are we not, Elaine?” I laughed though she, being more cautious still in the presence of her Papa, but ventured a smile.

Two hours and much champagne having passed in this pleasant discourse, our guests took leave of us upon a promise to meet at eight for dinner. The lull that then ensued did not last long. I was loathe to stir, as was perhaps Elaine, being seated as we all were in my uncle's suite. It was put then upon Pearl to break the pleasantly somnolent spell, for-seeing the doors to my uncle's bedroom open-she rose and beckoned us.

“Come, my dears, you must show your corsets,” she said.