ARABELLA by Anonymous Page A

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