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

CHAPTER 21

There are avenues that lead to purposes other than the pleasures of the body, so I have been told by others many times-they having not the daring or temerity to indulge themselves as much as Jane and I. Doubtless we shall be called wicked, wanton, loose-but if that be so then there are thousands of us in the countryside where life is more richly lived than in the towns whose smoke and general air of brooding clutter throws a pall on all.

The Tangerine and its inhabitants amused us for a few days, but no more than that. If one is to be enclosed for long, it is better to be so in one's own abode where trinkets and mementos, stairways, corridors and alcoves such as one has grown to love, offer a more enfolding air of cosiness, and where each trail and step is known that leads to pleasure or amusement, even to recalling pleasures past.

George I was not minded to entertain, and nor was Jane. There were no male visitors-somewhat to our disappointment-and hence we decided to depart. For home, we said. We were not sure. A cab was summoned by one of the menservants-or the matelots as Arnold was pleased to call them in moments when he proceeded to play the oaf once more, which I regarded as an escape from his closed world. He was a loyal man at heart. I doubted not that he had grown tired of his rather florid wife who treated George as a male concubine and was not averse to taking one of their young maids into her bed for him, encouraging the pair to take their pleasure while she watched languidly and smoked a Turkish cigarette. He had, though, no bad word to say of her, and benefited much, of course, by sporting with some other girl meanwhile. Catherine was thus upon her back as often as she was on hands and knees, and thought herself the envy of the world once she had recovered from her initial trials-which, in her case, took but an hour or so. 'Father will be dismayed again', said Jane as our cab rolled along the towpath. Two rough boys threw stones. The cabbie cracked his whip at them and was minded, as he said afterwards to 'go and chase after them there ruffians'. Thus was I diverted from replying to her, or so persuaded myself that I was. The river lulled me with its pleasant sights, its trailing punts and rowing boats, as did the meadows and the trees on either side. Resting my head against the leather-covered surface of the cab's interior, I closed my eyes for a moment and then heard a shout. More rough boys, I thought, in the quick instant that one thinks, and did not stir. Then, however, came an awful bump, a leaping of the carriage wheels and a thrusting as of a great weight against the side of our conveyance. All in that moment I heard Jane cry out and then my head was banged and I knew nothing more. When I came to I was half lying on the sward outside, my back cradled by a gendeman who apprised me that I had swooned in the accidental collision of his cab with ours. Jane bathed my face with a moist kerchief while our cabbie was in perpetual argument with the other and our carriage door hung open, limp. 'A thousand apologies, dear ladies', was said as I took in my surroundings once again, 'My cabman's horse was frightened by the throwing of a stick by idle youths. I pray you let me attend upon you, for my house is quite nearby. My fellow will see to it that your bags are brought', the gentleman explained, though I took in but little of his words, my head still being quite a-swim from its knock against the window frame. 'Yes, Emily, it is too far to Kensington', said Jane, and helped me up, I being in that condition when one is neither here nor there, but relieved to find myself ensconced in a more comfortable carriage than that which we had left-and indeed did leave after the gendeman had settled with our cabbie who was loathe to see us depart so soon, for he said with utmost wrath that he wanted witnesses, reports, and takings-up by magistrates. 'The nonsense of it. The fellow's cab has suffered no more harm than mine save for a bit of scraping of the paint. The hubs but banged together and the wheels locked for a moment. I am terribly distressed, my dear, that you should have been the victim of such carelessness', the gendeman declared, and thereupon introductions were effected, he being blessed with the name of Lumley Harrington and being a doctor, as he said.

My head was mainly cleared by then, but I looked pale, they said-indeed felt pale, and perceived our two male companions in that fey and distant state that falls between good health and physical uncertainty. Mr. Harrington I judged to be in his middle thirties and of quite handsome appearance. His 'fellow' was of the same age, but wore no livery and had an air of ease about him such as rarely falls upon a servant. Being told to rest, and having had my pulse felt several times by a strong and kindly hand, I closed my eyes and allowed Jane to chatter brightly while we travelled on, though fortunately not far. In but ten minutes the driveway to a house received us and I glimpsed ivy-covered walls and pretty, trellised windows, stone buttresses, and an air of quiet all about, broken only by the songs of birds and some far callings from the river folk.

Within, we were greeted in a pleasant, green-walled drawing room by the lady of the house who introduced herself as Esmeralda Harrington and was little more than thirty, I supposed, having a look of Spanish beauty, with huge liquid eyes and a waist that a large man's hands could have encircled. 'Let us have you to bed and to rest', she declared, and I-uncertain as to whether I wished to lay myself completely down or not-permitted myself to be taken up to a bedroom where a superb half-tester bed stood, surrounded by the prettiest of things. Therein, without ado, she proceeded to assist me to undress, although I protested mildly that I did not really desire to be unclothed. It was best for me, however, she declared- took off my shoes and folded up my dress. 'Aha, you wear no drawers-like me', she smiled, and proceeded then to draw off my chemise which left me naked to my stockings whereat, to my astonishment, she fell to her knees and drew my stockings taut, I feeling her warm breath between my thighs. -'What a superb figure you have, such a lovely flat tummy and such lustrous thighs. May I kiss you before you sleep?' she asked. The side of the bed was distanced from me by several feet. I had nothing at which to clasp as then she moved her forearms between my stockinged legs and caused my feet to part while still remaining on her knees.

'Madame, what do you do?', I asked. 'Nothing but good, my sweet. Ah, what a plump cunny! Has it been well fed with cream?', she asked, I teetering with her arms clasped strongly around my thighs. At that she gave a little tug so that I swayed towards her and was forced to bend and place my hands down on her shoulders in order to maintain my balance. -'Stay so', she murmured and, thrusting up her face between my open legs, brought her warm mouth beneath my cunny and began to lick with such divine skill and searching tip that I all but swooned. 'Do not!', I moaned, but knew she had the best of me.

'Work your bottom, you silly. Have you not been tutored?', she asked in muffled tone, parting my lovelips like two fleshy waves with her long, pointed tongue and-at that-cupping my bottom cheeks and holding them apart. 'NO-OH!', I moaned, though not in answer to her question, but at the delicious sensations to which I was in thrall. A cry reached my ears from somewhere down below, and I knew it to be that of Jane. -'Hoo-hoo! What is to do?', I cried, though my knees were buckling and I was being edged backwards, backwards, to the bed. 'They are playing, Emily. Reach back your hands and touch the bed and bend your back. Spread your legs further-keep your knees outwards'. 'No, no!', I moaned, but even so my legs were scissored, and in a moment the curious posture was taken up (for I could not help myself), I being arched right back and so my belly and my quim bulged to her as she licked me ever on. 'You will come in a moment-I can tell it by your quiverings. Then you will better sleep', I heard amidst the most succulent of sounds and the ever-twirling, seeking of her tongue. My fingertips on the bed's top strained, for I could not reach backwards to place my palms down flat, my bottom rolling on her hands, knees all a-tremble at her shoulders, while from below I heard Jane a-moaning and many rusting sounds. -'Come, dear. How often have you not come upon a manly prick?', she slurred from her long lappings all around and inbetween my puffy lips, I gurgling, trying to restrain myself, but all in vain. The ceiling and the corners of the walls swam all about. 'Goo-GOOO!', I choked and spilled and spurted, spilled again my salty rain into her loving mouth which never ceased to suck and draw until I felt myself collapsing in a cloud of pale delight and fell back limp between the curtains of the bed. 'Sleep now, my little pet, you'll sleep', I heard. My legs were lifted, swung around, and the quilt rolled over me so that I lay in a cocoon and drifted, drifted with my seeping nest still pearling out its liquid drops. A last, distant cry from Jane, but perhaps I dreamed that for I fell into a sweet and dreamless sleep, to be awoken with the curtains pulled together and a milky gloom, and my hostess bending over me, a glass in hand which she brought up to my lips while cradling my head upon her arm. 'Where is my sister?', I mumbled, wine a-trickling between my flaccid lips.

'She had been riding well, dear, is asleep like you. What a joyous coming you both had of it-you to my tongue and she to… Ah, here is dear Lumley'. 'Oh!', I gasped and covered up my breasts while he smiled down on me and looked quite dashing in a ruffled, white silk shirt and trousers banded with a crimson sash. 'You must take her temperature, my pet', said Esmeralda to him. 'There is no need, Oh really, I am well again- quite well', I jerked.

'My man will have to see to her as well', said he, and regarded me with loving kindness, so I thought. A polite knock sounded on the bedroom door, and then his fellow entered, garbed much as his master was. Circling the bed, he came up to the other side of it while I hugged the quilt up to my chin, feet showing, stocking-clad.

'Jane? Where is Jane?', I asked again. 'Resting after the sweetest of labours. A superb young specimen, as you too are, Emily.

My dear wife here has seen well to her comforting, as we shall now to yours… and you permit? Let us take your temperature the first'.

'Oh no, but really, sir! Ah, Madame!', I squeaked, but Esmeralda shrugged and smiled and took herself beyond the portals thereupon and closed the door, leaving me to stare in some surmise from Lumley to the other. -'I d… d… do not need my temperature to be taken, sir', I stammered. 'All young ladies do, my dear-and more frequently than the most of them confess. Remove the quilt, Harkness, and let us see the form of her more clearly'. 'No!', I shrieked. I made to gather up the quilt more strongly to my chin, but in a flash it was torn from me by his fellow and I lay naked to their view, immediately doubling up my legs, but then my thighs were slapped, and with a horror of surprise I straightened them again, kept them tight-closed, my arms across my swollen breasts. 'Thus she lies! Do you like to be taken by force, my pet? Is it your penchant?', Lumley asked.

Bending over me, he placed his palm flat and strongly on my forehead, holding my head down into the pillow. 'No-please! Have pity on me! How can you, a doctor, act so?', I sobbed. 'Sweet lips that cry, and yet no tears? Open her legs, Harkness, and let me try her temperature'. 'Ah, no!', I squealed to no avail at all, for the fellow seized my ankles and held them wide apart till both could see the fullness of my muff and the pink, pouting lips beneath. My forehead being clamped, I could not move my head and so was forced to stare up open-eyed into the smiling visage of my captor. A tear rolled down my cheek, so real did I imagine my distress to be, though knew a sense of excitement that I did not wish to have. I tried in vain to bring my thighs together, but the more I did the more firmly they were held apart. I blinked my tears and dumbly sought a pity that I did not find. 'Were you not taught to keep your legs apart?', he asked.

I shook my head. My eyes were locked in his. 'And with such legs, such beauteous tits as yours? You lie, my darling. Tell me that you lie'. 'I d… d… don't!', I stammered and thereat uttered a sharp yelp. His fellow had kneed his way on to the bed and gathered up my thighs beneath his arms, lifting my feet. His prick, which had been freed beyond my sight, nubbed at my open lovelips, felt my sticky dew.

I clenched my teeth, compressed my lips and looked for all the world just like a frightened fawn, I had no doubt. 'Young ladies hereabouts are dipped first. Do you know what dipping is?', I then was asked by Lumley whose breath flowed all around my mouth. Despite myself, I allowed my lips to part again, for at that moment Harkness urged his bloated crest into my slit and held it there most teasingly.

My nose was pinched by Lumley. I could scarcely breathe. -'Dipping, my dear, is thus, to give a girl the feel of it. The cock glides gently in-good fellow, yes!', husked he as more thick inches of his servant's sturdy tool entered my grotto, causing me to moan. 'M… make him take it out!', I moaned. 'All say thus at the first, and you-dear Emily- have said it several times perhaps. But all in vain? Has not a fine cock-more than one, maybe, throbbed in your grotto, causing you to squirm and wish for more?' 'No! OOOH!' A growl from Harkness and he was right in, balls pendent at my bottom's cleft, his knob squeezed deep between my spongy walls. Then Lumley slid his tongue between my lips and caused my head to swim the more. Much as I tried to jerk my head he held it steady, moved his tongue back, forth while Harkness kept his shaft full sheathed. 'No maiden are you, for you take him full; which pleases me', said Lumley, breathing warmly in my mouth and then released my nose, at which I sucked in breath and tried not to quiver as the big cock pulsed in me unmoving still. -'Such is dipping, Emily, with the prick embedded, but not moving. Shall you learn anew that which you have surely had already?

Is it not exciting to be held?' 'No! Stop it! Make him get off!', I whimpered, but my voice had a betraying quaver to it that he sensed.

Indeed, he teased my lower lip with his fingertip quite playfully, and I wishing-all despite myself-to move my hips to stir the servant's cock the more so that a tenseness seized me and my thighs trembled in the fellow's grip. 'He will ease it out now, Emily, and then we propose to make your bottom bounce', said Lumley in a voice more clouded with lust, so that I recognised the signs yet could do nothing but lie rigid there, my feet a-dangle, helpless held. 'WHOO!' The small cry escaped me as the servant's thick, long prick withdrew until my slit just clasped the knob. I feared it to slip out. It did not, though-intruding in me cunningly. 'So hold her, Harkness'.

'Yes, sir, that I will'. 'Ah, NO!', my piteous cry came.

Harkness clamped my shoulders, gripping my stricken legs more strongly underneath his arms, and with his knob a-ticking at the oily entrance to my nest the while that Lumley rose, kicked off his boots and then took off his trousers. Ah-the monster he displayed! -'No, no, no, NO!', I shrieked. 'Plough her, Harkness, while I get my prick into her mouth'. 'GOO-HOOO! Oh, no-please… GAAAAR!' Upon the bed he leapt. My nose again was tweaked and thus my lips were forced to part again. The purplish crest urged inbetween them straight away. Five inches of his manly tool slid in upon my wavering tongue and Harkness-groaning-then began to work his own within my cunny which already drooled its traitorous desire. 'GLUB-GLUB!', I choked, but Nature quickly took its toll of me. Thickly and sweetly Harkness ploughed his throbbing pego in and out while Lumley, staring into my wild eyes saw what he wished to see and slowly let my nostrils go, stroking my forehead as he did and gazing down at me with quite a tenderness. 'Suck not too strongly, Emily', he breathed, his shaft well lubricated in my mouth. It entered deeper, then drew out, the big crest bobbing at my lips. His hand then moved up from my forehead and grasped at my hair. -'When you are told to suck, girl-suck!', he uttered, wherewith as I choked he eased it in again to make me taste anew the meaty rod. 'She's a good fuck, sir, she is', said Harkness, ever toiling deeply in my nest. 'I thought it at the first. Ah, Emily, my pet, yes, suck!' I could not help myself. O feeble phrase, and yet how often it is true. My breath spurted through my nostrils as they worked me both, my cheeks a little hollowed in, my fingers timidly drawn to the root of Lumley's prick, his big balls at my knuckles where they swung and nudged. I was their plaything and was lost to them. 'Let her thighs go now, Harkness.

I believe she'll take you, man'. 'Yes, sir-she do an' all. Her cunny's luscious, that it is. Tight as the Mistress when her bottom's up'. Only my feeble mind-some distant voice within its hollows-cried out for my release. My legs slumped; I began to churn my hips and draw more steadily on Lumley's prick which moved more easily between my pursed-up lips. 'Tell me when you are coming, Harkness, and I'll give her mine. The darling has not been seeded at both ends before, perhaps. Ah! How deliciously she sucks!' 'And sucks on mine, too, sir. Her cunny has a fine nutcracker action to it.

Draws upon it greedily, she does. Hah! Oh my gawd, I'm coming, sir!

Now, give her your'n!' Lumley emitted then a soft and kind of whistling sound. I saw naught but the stem which protruded from my sucking lips, but in a second felt the first gushes deep into my throat the while that Harkness throbbed his spermy tribute in my nest and caused me avidly to spill in turn. Their cries I heard-their moans, their groans. My mouth was flooded with the sticky gruel as was my pulsing slit. I threshed, I quivered; my legs rose and fell, then Harkness grooved it deep in me and held, expelling his last heavy spurts while Lumley's bubbled thickly on my tongue and oozed in frothiness between my lips. Then silence as we slowly rolled apart.