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  “You are invited by dint of my mentioning your divine talents most confidentially to Catherine. You may think it strange that she does not otherwise indulge in lewdnesses, but believes it her duty to follow in the tradition. It will not be a rumbustious affair for the guest list is very much handpicked and will be held in her future home which is being furnished now for the occasion. Catherine will not be the only one to be laid on the altar of love, as I have indicated. There will be two bridesmaids and they, of course, are already apprised of their fate.”

  “But surely this will break the circle of discretion and secrecy!”

  “By no means, my pet, for the bridesmaids are her daughters. The older one, Grace, is eighteen and a proud young thing. She may not be easily put over. The younger, Susan, is but fifteen and as pretty a cherub as you could see. She has a mite more mischief in her, though is only to have her bottom breached so that her virginity as such may be conserved for a few years.”

  “Oh my goodness—and this is to happen in the sight of all?”

  “How else? Otherwise the daughters would not be able to attend, and that would be quite unthinkable. As to our own role, you will be a Mistress of Ceremonies, if you wish, for Catherine is quite content to leave all such things in the hands of others. There is by tradition a curious formality about the affair, as you will see. The bride is not required to speak and must certainly not invite. Having herself chosen the due hour for her anointment—though I feel that the term were better expressed in the plural—she enters and offers herself quietly upon the altar which will be either a divan or a table, as her desire dictates.”

  “What a strange and wonderful affair! Yet will there not be an uncomfortable hiatus in it all, Pearl, for once the gentlemen have loosed their anointing sperm in her, the daughters may be restive in awaiting their own fate.”

  “Such also was foreseen in the beginning. It is said that the tradition in Catherine's family runs for many hundreds of years. The males attending will number no more than six, as also will the females. Each is to receive the prick in succession, but only the last one to mount is permitted to come. Any gentlemen who do so inadvertently or by becoming over-excited must quit the arena. The way is thus left free for any further enjoyment.”

  “Mr. Maudsley then—or perhaps I should begin to call him Ewart—will have a delightful harem of three after the event!” I exclaimed.

  “As to that, Catherine opines that having been inducted, as it were, the girls are not to be further brought to pleasure by him thereafter, but I fear she is behind the times and may have to be content with a third of his offerings in the future. However, that is not for us to say. Catherine means to carry herself in a proud manner and not to indulge, as she says, in an orgy. What quaint ideas she has, for she has already been through it once when her Papa and her brothers anointed her dell. She had no passion for them, she says, though took their cocks dutifully. Being men of honour and in full knowledge of the rules of the affair, they did not attempt her thereafter.”

  “I can scarce believe what I am hearing, Pearl! Do you then believe her?”

  “Only in part. Catherine is, I believe, a secret worshipper at the altar of Priapus, though she may well have persuaded herself of her goodness. There have been hints of anniversaries. I believe her drawers were taken down for them, though she denies it. It is said, in the tradition, that two 'strangers' must attend to see that all is done and done well, and we are they. Thus are we privileged! She is of an age, of course, at which she might want to break out a little and hence our presence could well provide the excuse for it.”

  “Indeed, that is doubtless why she is leaving any persuasions to us,” I declared.

  “Of course, Arabella, for then she herself may be seen to be guiltless. There is a fine element of farce about it, naturally. I have no doubt that she has hinted to Ewart that we are there to protect her daughters.”

  “Well, we shall then—against hypocrisy,” I laughed and fell to dreaming much about the strange affair, as may be imagined. I said naught to Elaine and neither did Pearl. My cousin's occasional gaucheness—whether put on or not—would have proved an irritant much as it frets me to say so. I apprised her later of the event and she was very put out at not attending, though persuaded it was not possible.

  Within two days I had met our hostess-to-be. Catherine proved to be a superbly-figured woman with slumbrous eyes, a jutting bosom and a fine derriere. Of the daughters, Grace was a little over medium height, brown haired and with a slight coldness of mien which the heat of Priapus soon must melt. Susan was perfectly delicious. Such a rosebud mouth, such promise in her already-swelling titties, and such a tight, round bottom as would have bewitched the hand or the tongue.

  Sensing that Catherine wished to be led rather than questioned, I made my own pleasure in the intended ceremony plain to her, though in the most delicate of words. Upon asking her what Grace knew, I was told that she understood that certain freedoms would obtain and that she should display not overmuch primness or the occasion would be ruined. To this she had replied a trifle sullenly, as I understood, that she would have preferred to keep herself to herself, but did not wish to spoil her Mama's day.

  This conversation between us taking place in Catherine's private drawing room which led off from her boudoir, Pearl declared it was time that we cleared the air a little better.

  “Do you doubt, my dear, that Grace will be mounted in the after-fray, even as you?” she asked our hostess who placed her hands in her lap, flushed a little and twiddled with her rings.

  “I am a little jealous as to that, Pearl,” she confessed, “for Ewart produces an erection whenever we speak of her.”

  “I have no doubt that you have nursed it well, as a result, and caused him to spout quite deliciously,” smiled Pearl. “Sweet Catherine, the primitive nature of your ceremony cannot be dimmed. Your skirts are to be upped—and utterly divine you will look, too, with your wedding dress floating up around your hips—and you are to be put to the cocks of the males in tribute. A fine ceremony indeed and one that should be broadened in Society. Either I or Arabella will bring the males to you. None shall exceed more than a dozen strokes in your quim lest they froth too soon. It will then be the turn of the ladies present to satisfy the lecherous pricks more fully. You may be sure that Arabella and I will not be backwards in our duties in this respect. There can be no respite for your daughters. Their drawers must come down and they must be put under. There—you see you find in me naught but frankness, which I do suspect is what you seek.”

  “Oh dear, I cannot bring myself to think of it!” exclaimed Catherine.

  “Then you must,” I made bold to say, though softly and in tones which appealed rather than dominated. “I have heard that such ceremonies—rare and indeed precious— are many centuries old and must remain unbroken in the family line or bad fortune will befall. It is a time of fruition, of pleasure and of renewal of the bodily spirits, is it not?”

  I had rehearsed my little piece well. Catherine gazed at me in a manner that indicated both her surprise and pleasure that I should be so well schooled.

  “I have not had the courage to explain it so to Grace and Susan,” she said with a somewhat doleful air.

  “Why—there is no need,” Pearl interjected, “A rehearsal of a sort is requisite for Grace at least. Dear, sweet Susan will lend herself more easily to the occasion and by my judgement and Arabella's will squeal little when being pistoned by her first cock. Even so, it would be as well for her to be broken in a little. Of this you need know nothing,” she added slyly. “After all, we are but anticipating by perhaps less than a year in both their cases what they will otherwise be brought surreptitiously to enjoy by such seducing males as they encounter.”

  Catherine grew flushed at this, but nodded. There was evident relief in her at what Pearl had said last.

  “Yes, it is true. I feel guiltless when I do consider that, Pearl—and, as you say, I shall know nothing of what might occur—in
the next day or two?” The question in her voice being put so slyly was amusing, yet Pearl as I treated the matter gravely, as befitted the occasion in Catherine's eyes. I truly believe that she thought of it as a natural extension to the more formal one of the marriage service, for she said she had been schooled to believe by her mother and sisters and her mother's mother that it was in the true nature of things for such a ceremony to be indulged in.

  “You will not be harsh?” asked Catherine after we had risen from a discussion of more mundane matters—as women are wont to—such as clothes, food and wine.

  At this Pearl raised her eyebrows. “There are times, Catherine, when a girl must be put over. Indeed, it happens to some mature ladies, too. Have we not all known it?”

  “Yes, it is true,” Catherine acceded and bestowed on each of us a kiss wherein a seeming purity mingled prettily with a fine tang of voluptuousness. I perceived then how fiery she would become when unleashed and had no doubt as to the future happiness of Mr. Maudsley who was plainly setting himself up a cosy little harem.

  “Have no doubt, Arabella, that she will become a perfect queen of desire once the merry-go-round is in motion,” Pearl said upon our exit, thus echoing my own thoughts. “Now we must set ourselves to the seduction of Grace and Susan. There is no need to delay the matter. Either or both may run to their Mama afterwards, but Catherine—being now prepared—will know how to turn their complaints and will feel the better for it that it is brought out into the open.”

  “What machinations are here!” I jollied her, “what are your thoughts about it and how do we begin?”

  “No, my pet, I shall not let you take such an easy course in instruction,” she smiled, “for I prefer to hear your plans. I am quite sure that your busy little mind has been most active during our conversation with Catherine.”

  Being much pleased at this deferment to me, I had no hesitation in answering her and said that we should deal with Susan first, for she was likely to prove the least intractable of {he pair. I then went on to divulge my plan which Pearl listened to with many a pleased smile and finally nodded, saying that she could have thought of none better herself.

  Within the passing of the day we had consequently made our acquaintance with Ewart Maudsley who proved to be a gentleman of much charm, being neither portly nor spare, neither tall nor short and of reasonably handsome mien. We, Pearl declared to him in the comfort of his mansion, were to be the Maids of Honour at the occasion of his nuptials, though in a manner which would be less conventional than otherwise. At this he laughed heartily and begged us to proceed with our plans, having taken quite an eye for me, as I could see. I then being the spokeswoman made few bones about the deployment of my ideas concerning Grace and Susan. Were I to say that he listened earnestly, it would be a statement of some truth. Were I to say that he listened in a state of quite alarming arousal, that would be no less the case for I was scarce halfway through my narration when his trousers evinced distinct signs of bursting at the crotch.

  “To put no veil upon the matter, sir, both must be threaded before the ceremony,” I told him, “and I am quite sure that dear Catherine—though we have not broached every detail to her—would not have her two dears put to rascals.”

  “Quite right, my dear, quite right,” he replied and— rising to refill our glasses—brushed his concealed erection against my arm in passing in a manner that gave me to understand fully its length and hardness. If he sought for a libertine caress on my part, however, he was to be disappointed for I wished him to reserve his forces for the immediate task in hand, as my demeanour plainly showed, and that task was first to involve sweet Susan. Having apprised him of exactly the manner in which he was to comport himself in order that all should pass smoothly, I then presented myself to him again that evening in the company of a rather surprised Susan who felt herself unduly honoured to be a guest at dinner with her future Papa and myself.

  “How delightful to see you two together, for I am sure you will be the greatest of friends,” he declared once coffee had been taken. The servants having been quietly dismissed, I sat with Susan upon a suitable sofa and remarked on the prettiness of her dress, she having said so little for the past hour that her tongue seemed tied in a knot. Occasionally when both our eyes were upon her a delightful blush would spread into her features which so enhanced her appeal that I made bold to kiss her upon the mouth, saying that she had such cherrylips as were irresistible.

  Having frequently since taken others of Susan's age in hand, I am prone to regard it as one of my favourite occupations for wriggling is quite natural to them in the years before they attain their majority and this gives an added pleasure to their seduction. Being too timourous to resist, she allowed me to press her head back while our lips sweetly merged and I was able to suck upon the delicious nectar they exuded.

  Upon seeing this, Mr. Maudsley rose and silently retired for a few moments into an adjoining room—I having earlier so coached him to do. With his absence I proceeded with my fondling of Susan and felt the melons of her titties under her dress while she—all flustered— knew not how to comport herself.

  “Is it not nice to kiss and be a little naughty?” I murmured, pecking at the corner of her mouth the while and feeling the small buds upon her breasts begin to stir under my fingers. “Your dear Papa—when he becomes such— will want to cuddle and kiss you in this wise, Susan, so I must teach you a little. Part your lips now and let me feel your roguish little tongue.”

  “Oh, I should not!” she whispered yet was already in such a flush that soon enough the petals of her mouth opened to my urging and with the most electric of thrills our tongues were entwined. She, however, being nervous of the imminent return of her future Papa made attempt to resist the sensations that I knew were coming well enough upon her, for her bubbies had swollen a little and were pressing amourously into my palm. Bearing her down slowly and with all gentleness, I brought the back of her head to rest upon a cushion in the corner of the sofa so that she was supine and in perfect position for the second part of the play that was about to commence.

  Then, while her warm face was concealed under mine and she received the thrilling stabs of my tongue, Mr. Maudsley entered silently—having observed all through the doorway—and knelt before the sofa where Susan's legs dangled. The faint sound that he made in so positioning himself caught the ears of the young Miss who then endeavoured to struggle up from beneath me. I, pressing my weight securely upon her, held her while making a quick motion to Mr. Maudsley with one hand.

  A muffled shriek from Susan announced that he had passed his hands up beneath her skirt and in the process uncovered her legs. “No, no, no!” she shrieked and would have twisted her face from side to side had I given her the room or opportunity to do so.

  “Off with her drawers quickly!” I cried, for the little devil was truly wriggling like a fish.

  “I shall tell MA-MA!” came then her wild cry, but I intend not to dwell overlong upon the seduction of Susan, for by careful degrees she was soon enough laid full upon her back to his cock. Once his hands had unveiled her pretty little cunny which he then proceeded to lubricate and tease with his tongue and lips—holding her legs over his shoulders the while—her temptestuous resistance soon resolved, as I knew it would, into bubbling sobs of surrender. I, having unbuttoned her corsage and laid bare the snowy mounds of her tits, set to sucking upon their quivering tips which in turn led her to yield her mouth more warmly to mine while her tight little bottom jerked in positive delirium as she succumbed little by little in such a hot daze as I had once known myself.

  Finding her then limp and acquiescent, her cheeks rosy, her mouth moist and her nipples fervent from my lips, I made my gesture to Mr. Maudsley whose rigid penis stood ready and uncovered as I drew her to the floor upon a thick rug and there parted her lovely young legs while bidding her to be perfectly still.

  Ah, how she bucked and whinnied when first he went down upon her! Such attempt as she made to close her th
ighs at the approach of his cock was forestalled by a few little slaps on my part, for never was there a time to be more firm than this. Even so, I then lay alongside her, supporting her shoulders upon one arm and bidding her work her tongue to mine while he entered her. Stroking her hot face I felt the febrile jerking of her hips at the first nosing of his crest between her puffy lips. A startled moan, a clutching at me from her hands, and he was within. Her bottom bounced and twisted upon his hands for long moments while his rearing prick made its first acquaintance with the silky interior of her cunt. A final thin cry from Susan and he was full within, her thighs widening more eagerly than I had imagined as her narrow bottle took his cork.

  “Now, Susan, give him your tongue, for you will soon enough be doing it often,” I whispered to her, and though she sought to hold me I knew it better that she should go under him freely and so released myself and knelt to observe the delicious spectacle while he took full possession of her and finally frothed so freely in her purse that his effusion trickled down the silky inner surfaces of her thighs and left her bubbling for more.

  At that, while their bellies still quivered warmly together and his incoherent murmurings of pleasure filled her ears, I left them well enough alone. One must judge such matters as one finds them. Of occasion I have found it necessary to repeat such initial preparations, for some young girls like ever to be comforted by the presence of an attractive female in their first surrenders upon the altar of Venus. I sensed in Susan, however, a warm and giving nature and—while knowing that she would continue to be a trifle shy for a while—was well aware that he would be able to bed her properly that night with naught but a token resistance.

  The breaking-in of Grace was of far greater interest to me, for she would prove less pliable. However, since I had taken Susan in hand, the matter of her older sister was left to Pearl whose own narration of events I have allowed to make my next chapter.