Emily: Or, the voluptuous delights of a once-innocent young lady

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 slipped into my bed and had no more of Arnold from that moment on. 'I am, my pet!', laughed Aramintha in surprise. 'The men, as you can well imagine, were by then in a very upright state. Lucinda's quim was tight and luscious, sprinkled with the prettiest of curls. Her thighs were fresh young columns, girded by grey stockings and with garters black. Quite saucy, though she had not thought it so when she had dressed demurely in her room, I'm sure. Her chemise was lovely-pink, and frilled with white, with little bows a-dancing round the hem. We tucked it up, well up, to bare her navel and her bottom for the fray, then she was carried bleating to a table where a cushion had been placed to keep her tummy warm. Hung over it, and both arms held by Ambrosia and myself, her toes just touched the floor, but not enough to dig and push. Such details are important, doncherknow!' 'Her uncle, then', said Harry, but was interrupted smartly by his wife. 'Shush, dearest, I am telling this! Her uncle, yes, of course. The rogue was eager for the fray and bared his prick. She was only to be 'dipped', though, and he had to show constraint, as did the others here. While Lucinda cried and swirled her stockinged legs about, he approached her stealthily and seized her hips in a strong clasp to keep her chubby bottom still.

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.