Well its 6 am Saturday morning. Wanted to get up early to get some alone time with my coffee and kindle. The sun will be coming up just as I start getting in my lounge chair by the lake. I have decided that for the rest of the summer I will not wear any panties, not that I wear them often as it is. I usually go commando. After the sights of last night I have been feeling frisky and decided I am going to be in a teasing mood this weekend. Wearing a fun light sundress I knew it was going to be a windy day and I can already feel it starting to blow. I'm sitting watching the sun rise listening to ... Continue»
A Weekend In The Countrybykayce 69©
“You will be away at the weekend, won’t you?” there was silence, “Stanley I’m talking to you.” she aimed the question at the plume of cigar smoke rising from behind the newspaper. At the other side of the Victorian drawing room a voice answered, “I will be seeing Lord Sandale on Thursday before we travel to his estate for formal discussions about the India fleet, why?”
She busied herself with her embroidery, “Well Jane is staying at the school over this weekend, some exam, so I thought I would go down to my s****rs, I really am worried, I haven’t heard from her for months and I would have thought she could have wrote or something, after all Desmond is away so often on his firms business.”
After a cough and a turn of a page, “Well that’s what you get when you girls used your beauty to marry older successful business men, if you wish to be kept in a manor better than accustom we have to be away a lot, but surely his two boys would be company enough, what would they be now late teens or early twenties, I know its time they joined the firm, take some of the bl**dy work load off their father.”
He muttered something about, “Idle little twerps”, before she carried on, “They are 18 and 19 and he told their late mother that they would join the firm at 21, that’s why she left them the legacy, some money to enjoy themselves, the trouble is Isobel has never really got on with them”.
His face appeared over the paper, “What makes you say that, she’s only 12 years older than them, she should get on, teach them a thing or two, as you well know, the art of learning is a great experience”.
She looked back at him, “Do you remember that young maid she had, pretty girl, we met her last time we were down there, she seemed to be fond of her and she confided in me by saying that her mistress thought them course and uncouth”.
As the newspaper flicked back up, “As I said, idle little twerps”.
She stood up and rang the bell for tea, “Well that’s settled then, I’ll travel down by train on Thursday, take a carriage from Birley to the hall and surprise her.”
He grunted, “Well your two years older than your s****r, try and get her to get some responsibility into those boys, you’ve done well with my daughter Jane so teach them. You know their father has a very important job with the government and any whiff of scandal would ruin all of them, not to say that it would give Lloyd-George I bl**dy good reason to destroy our India contract.”
Arabella could still hear the little train as it left the station, she looked at the passing country side as the one horse carriage gently rounded the lake; she could see the hall in the distance and she felt a tingle of excitement at seeing her again after all it had been nearly six months since their last meeting and she did so love her pretty younger s****r.
The carriage rolled up the drive and stopped at the great wooden door, the driver climbed down and opened the small carriage door, Arabella stepped down in to the warm July sunshine. To her surprise there was no one there to greet her, no servants or f****y.
Her bags were placed by the door; she duly paid the carriage fare then watched the horse wheel around and pull up the drive and out of sight. She was startled back to reality by the gruff voice of the gardener, “Have you business here madam?”
She turned to face him, he touched his cap, “Sorry didn’t recognise you, madam, I’ll take your things to the guest room then try and locate your s****r, if you’ll be so good as to wait in the parlour.”
Arabella stood in the parlour; she busied herself by looking at the photos around the room, she saw pictures of them both together, then of her b*****r in law Desmond, she was surprised to see pride of place had been taken by the two boys Edward and George, she could see why her s****r didn’t like them, even in the picture they had a smug look of superiority on their face’s.
All the time she waited for her s****r to come bounding through the door with that infectious smile that lit up a room.
She heard the door go and a quite subdued Isobel walked in to the room, “Oh Arabella, what are you doing here, you’ve just missed Desmond?” Quiet taken back by her s****rs attitude, she moved to greet her, “Hello Isobel, how wonderful to see you, I’ve been so worried, not hearing from you has caused me great concern.”
Isobel gave a faint smile as she said, “There was no need to worry, now is this just a flying visit, where’s Stanley and Jane, are you going somewhere?” Arabella took her hand, “No, no all these questions, I knew Desmond was on government business this weekend and Stanley’s away, Jane’s at school so I’ve come for the weekend just to see you, it’s a surprise”.
Before Isobel could answer Edward entered the room, “Well, well aunt Arabella, what a pleasant surprise, did I hear you are staying for the weekend that will be fun, won’t it mother?”
His surly tone echoed round the room, before any body could answer he grabbed Isobel by the arm, “Tea will be a five and we will all take it together in the sun-lounge, do I make myself clear?” Isobel whinsed and looked away, “Yes Edward, it will be ready at five,” he smiled at Arabella before leaving. Isobel tried to make light of it, “Gets more like his father every day, anyway it will give you time to settle in, I’ll see you later,” and much to Arabella’s dismay she turned and left.
Arabella went upstairs to unpack more worried now than she was before.
Her clothes hung or neatly put in to draws, Arabella freshened her face before venturing down again; she went in to the kitchen and was amazed to see her s****r making tea, “Where’s the maid, surely domestic staff aren’t that difficult to find, even out here?”
Isobel nearly dropped a plate, Oh Arabella you made me jump, no we haven’t got a housekeeper and the maid, she eerr left, look Arabella I have to tell you---,” the door slammed open, it was George.
“And what have you got to tell aunty Bella,” Arabella hated the way they shortened her name, “Was it how we lost the maid, oh I bet she’d been interested at that, wouldn’t you aunt Bella?”
Arabella tried not to look flustered as she said, “All in good time, now you find your b*****r and I’ll help lay for tea.”
Tea was eaten accompanied by small chat, the two boys lorded it over the two women, bragging to their aunt how life for them was wonderful and how well the firm was doing now that father was in charge of the governments Japanese interests, Isobel was f***ed to agree with them, but much more to Arabella’s concern was the way they where making remarks on her beauty and her body.
It was as they washed the tea things that Isobel quickly confided in her s****r, “ You have to get out of here, go home, please I’m begging you go.” Arabella first looked shocked then sternly at her s****r, “Not until you tell me why.”
Looking scared, Isobel went to the door and looked outside, then she came back, pulled her s****r to her and in a low whispered voice started her story, “It all started with, eerr you remember that lovely young maid, Elsa?” Arabella nodded, “Oh this is so difficult.”
Arabella said, “Look we have very little time, just tell me, I am your s****r.” “All right here goes, I was on my own so much, Desmond was away and the boys worried me, so I became friendly with Elsa, very friendly.”
“One night there was a thunder storm, she was scared, so was I and she came in to my room, I let her in to my bed. As we lay together the thunder got worse, we clung to each other, she was soft and I felt comfortable in her arms, very comfortable, we kissed and she caressed me, more and more.”
Arabella could see this was difficult so she quickly hugged her, delicately planted a kiss on her forehead then smiled as her s****r continued, “We became lovers, I loved to have her in my bed, licking her most intermit parts then she would lick me, I had never felt such tenderness, she knew how to make my breast’s and virginal opening respond and we would have carried on our secret affair but for Edward and George, they saw us whispering and spied on us.”
“They caught us but at that time didn’t confront me, they were too clever for that, they arranged a robbery of some of Desmond’s government papers, the local police officer found them in her room, I had to save her from prison or scandal.”
“They f***ed me to sign documents to keep her from prison, they paid off the local constable making sure it looked like I had bribed an official of the law, and then f***ed me to admit, in writing, my infidelity, my lesbian affair, if any of this got out, Desmond would be ridiculed, ruined and the government would take reprisals for my indiscrimination.”
As she said that, the words of Stanley exploded in Arabella’s mind, ruination, outcasts, bankrupt, even homeless, no wonder she was terrified of George and Edward.
“Well if they’ve covered it all up, what do they want, why are you so afraid of them, what’s going on, why are you letting them ordering you about?”
Isobel’s eyes where filled with fear, “ Don’t ask because I don’t know, they said they would speak with me this evening, but now you’re here, you must give me time to sort this out, just stay out of the way for awhile, we will talk again tomorrow”.
Arabella sat in her room, her mind trying to make sense of her s****r’s stupidity until she dozed in to an uncomfortable sl**p; her sl**p was broken with a bang, the door to her room opened.
She woke with a start for a moment forgetting where she was, until she saw George standing in the doorway, “I’ve come to take you for an evening stroll, don’t you think it’s a pleasant summer evening, Bella?”
She balked at the way he addressed her, “If your uncle Stanley were here you would not call me that, you should----,” he just stood there sniggering, “Well he’s not here so why don’t we take that walk, you never now we may see you s****r while we view the entertainment, come on Bella you don’t need a coat, would be shameful to hide such a generous body, you know you look lovely the way you are.”
Arabella was appalled by his brash attitude, how dare a boy of his youth talk to her that way; she got up, deliberately took time to check her appearance before sweeping past him, down the stairs heading for the garden, she heard him stamping down the stairs behind her and thought, I’ll take you to task you arrogant upstart.
He soon caught up with her and almost f***ed her down the path to the wooded area by the gazebo; as they approached she could see figures under the wooden structure and what looked like a pink nude statue in the middle, it was as she got closer that the full horror of the scene made her shout.
Hanging naked in the middle of the staged area was Isobel, Arabelle went to run, to scream, but a strong arm locked around her neck and another pinned her arms to her side, the loathsome voice of George growled in her ear, “See I told you we would see your s****r and entertainment, but you didn’t think it would be one of the same thing did you? But you see that’s what you get for being a naughty girl.”
He started to shunt her towards the gazebo, powerless to stop him she moved; as she did the three men parted giving her an unrestricted view of her helpless s****r.
Arabella chocked as she saw her naked, her mouth filled with cloth and held in to silence her, her arms held a full stretch by a thick rope that went over a ring and down to the side, held firmly by Henry the gardener. Isobel’s naked bottom was a mass of red marks obviously caused by the two belts held by Edward and Jess the handy man.
Arabella suddenly stopped struggling, she could feel George pressing against her from behind, his hard cock pushing at her bottom through the thin material, Edward stared at her, his eyes evil, his smile cruel.
George tightened his grip forcing her to look at him, Edward lent on the rail, “Hello Bella, how nice of you to join us we were just teaching Isobel the error of her ways, care to watch?”
The two of them swung their belts hard at the defenceless naked arse, Isobel screamed in to the cloth filled mouth, unable to do anything as they swung again and again, Henry dragged hard on the rope forcing her to her tiptoes, unable to escape she just swung as the belts found their mark.
Arabella’s straggled cry’s, begging them to stop just received distained laughter from all four men, until Edward stopped, lent back on the rail and quizzically asked, “Would you like to watch us do the front of your s****r, her tits should colour up beautifully?”
Still in George’s iron grip she pleaded with them to stop, almost sobbing the words to a scream as she watched Jess swing the battered woman to face her, he deliberately pulled Isobel’s nipples until she pathetically moaned. Arabella watched as his hand travelled down to Isobel’s cunt before grabbing a handful of short black hair and tugged a louder moan from the battered woman.
Beaten and in fear for her s****r Arabella begged him, “No.”
Edward crocked his finger, “Bring our beautiful aunt Bella up here, lets have a closer look at her.” George shoved her up the steps, Edward grinned in her face as she stood silently in front of him; he pushed her back against a post, took his belt and wrapped it round her neck twice fastening her tightly to the post.
“Now aunt Bella, or shall we ignore the pleasantries and just call you Bella, I know how much you like it, am I to take it that you wish us to desist our attentions with your s****r, our dear ma-mar?” He waited for Arabella’s frightened nod, “Then we, that is Jess and myself, will take her and look after her elsewhere while you do as my b*****r tells you, if you don’t then we have your s****r and her little secret, you do understand her predicament and now yours?”
Arabella watched as her exhausted s****r was lowered, then slung over Jess’s shoulder, she shuddered as she watched the grubby handy man run his hand up the back of her thighs, caressing the naked red cheeks as he walked down the steps, turned and walked up the path towards the house followed by Edward.
A quick slap on her face returned to Georges face, “Well Bella its just you and us, when I was holding you, you felt nice, take your clothes off and show me how nice,” She almost chocked herself on the belt. “No, no that ridiculous I just----.”
George slapped her face again, “Then we go fetch your s****r, ether way we see some nice white female flesh, well what bit we leave of her white.” As he turned towards the steps her hand grabbed at his shirt, her other hand went to the top button of her dress.
Both men sat back on the rail as they watched the beautiful women start to take her clothes off; she found it relatively easy to unbutton the top of her dress, they watched as she slid the garments from her arms, then her corset revealed the true size of her tits, she tried not to look at the men as the ogled her large breasts but it was imposable to push the rest of her clothes off because of the way she was fastened to the post.
She felt sick as first George the Henry walked up to her and said, “Need a hand?” She had no option but to say, “Yes.”
George’s face was almost touching hers; “Yes what?” “Yes Please.”
George and Henry knelt at her feet as George said, “Yes please what?” She strained to look down at their leering faces, she sobbed, “Please, please will you both take the rest of my clothes off.”
She couldn’t help but let another sob come as she heard George snigger, “What ever you want, you heard the lady, Henry, lets see if the bottom, and I mean that in the literal since, is as good as the top.”
The cool of the night air caused goose pumps on the fine white delicate skin as the men pulled the dress down off her legs and her bloomers followed quickly, George stood up and admired the beautiful women stood fastened and now naked for his approval.
Henry watched as George moved forward, “How’s about a little kiss for your loving nephew?” Arabella looked at his leering face and could do nothing to stop him as he closed his mouth over hers, pushing hard he f***ed her mouth open, she opened it further as she felt a hand on her breast; the fingers squeezed at her firm large flesh before moving to her nipple and rolled it hard between fingers.
George pulled away and stared at her as his hand rested on her stomach and began to slide it down, she moved to stop him, “Oh no Bella, lets have your arms up.”
She lifted her arms, George smiled, “All the way,” he turned, “Henry, is the rope still handy, let’s have her tied up nice and tight just like we had her s****r.” Arabella was so scared that she would be as helpless as Isobel she immediately said, “No, no I’ll put my hands up.”
As she pushed her arms as high as she could George laughed, “My, my aunty is learning, but you do realise that you have do as your told if you want life to continue as you know it, and you will have to do it all this weekend, I think you understand what I mean,” he smiled, “Now where was I?”
Arabella stood there, her arms ached as they stretched high above her head, she closed her eyes as she felt Georges hand return to her body; a slap stung her face, “Eyes open,” she stared, her eyes filled with hate as George grinned at her, his hand now stroking her stomach, his finger pushing in to her navel.
She felt Henry’s hand on her leg, the trace of his fingertips as they played over her delicate soft skin, travelling higher. Georges hand moving down, both men knowing they were humiliating her and she was unable to stop them.
Georges head slid from her view as he descended to her nipple, she bit her lip and she felt his mouth close over her large red bud, hands prized at her inner thighs forcing her to open her legs, those same fingers that had traced up her leg now tickled at the entrance to her most private part.
George pushed his hand behind her pinching and propping between the cheeks of her arse. She stood there for what seemed an age as the two men enjoyed her ample body, sucking at both nipples, biting until f***ed moans escaped from her lips.
Their fingers pushed up in to her dry cunt, the other fingers invaded her arse hole making her move a wiggle, allowing both digits further penetration, she could hear Georges grotesque laughter as he f***ed to squirm her body around almost dancing to his tune.
He stood up, his face close to hers as he licked his fingers, “Nice very nice,” he slid the wet fingers under her nose, “Maybe we’ll try that again later but as for now your s****r requires your full undivided attention.”
He undid the belt from the post then looped it back around Arabella’s throat before he led her from the platform; Henry picked up her clothes and followed. The three walked slowly back to the hall, George in front pulling the helpless Arabella, her hands on her head as ordered with Henry at the rear, his eyes admiring Arabella’s rear.
Walking in to the hall George made straight for the sunlounge; he pulled Arabella through the door and swung her to view the room. She stood amongst the four men totally naked trying to move to her s****r only to find herself half straggled as she was jerked back by the belt.
In the middle of the room was the table they had ate tea on, not three hours ago, it had been turned upside down, her s****r Isobel was laying, still naked in the middle, her legs and arms tied tightly up each leg, her sore red arse and cunt completely exposed and defenceless, her mouth still sealed, her eyes staring wildly at Edward as he stood above her swinging his belt menacingly between her splayed thighs.
Edward smiled at George, “Bella been a good girl,” George patted her arse, “Oh yes, I think we can safely say she has an understanding of the situation.” Edward let the belt slap gently on to Isobel’s open cunt, she squealed, her head shaking wildly, Edward looked at Arabella, “It would seem dear Ma-mar has a sore arse and cunt, now my b*****r has assured me you have an understanding of the situation, well understand this, I can make her arse and cunt so much worse or you could make them so much better.”
Arabella looked shocked, she went to protest but Edward put his finger to his lip, “There is no need to speak Bella, actions speak louder than words, if you are not kissing everything better within the count of ten then I and my companions will spend the next five minutes making them a lot worse.”
Arabella cried out, “I couldn’t, its imposable, please have mercy.” Edward just ignored her, “4------5------6------7.”
Arabella dropped to her knees, “Oh god, you mean it.” “8, you better believe me, 9,” he drew his arm back, the belt hung over his back ready to strike, Jess and Henry moved closer to the groaning trapped woman, their belts ready.
Arabella shuffled forward, her arms pushing the men away, “Stop, stop, I’ll do it, for the sake of the lord leave her alone you a****ls, you filthy a****ls.” Edward grabbed the back of Arabella’s head dragged it forward and shoved her between her s****r legs, “We may be a****ls but its you licking your s****rs cunt like a bitch on heat, and we want her cumin in your face before you stop.”
George stepped up behind and slipped his hand between the crouching Arabella’s legs, “Don’t worry your s****r likes other women between her legs.”
She pushed her hand back to stop him, Edward caught it, Henry grabbed her other arm and they twisted them further up her back forcing her face hard in to Isobel’s cunt, Edward looked to Jess, “Bring me some line from the kitchen, lets have them as women should be, in complete servitude.”
Soon Arabella’s arms were secured, Edward pulled her to a kneeling position and bent himself to stare her in the face, “How’s about a kiss for me and my companions, we want to taste your sweet lips before and after they are covered in something a little more interesting.”
Her little sobs were now uncontrollable as she f***ed herself to say, “How could you do this to me?”
Grabbing her hair hard he laughed at her, “Oh don’t worry we will do the same to Ma-mar before she has the pleasure of you,” he ground his mouth hard against hers, forcing him self on to her, as her mouth opened he plunged his tongue to the back of her throat, choking her as he licked at her furiously.
Jess, Henry and George f***ed her to except their tongues before they all sat around to watch her; with another warning about the belt she found herself licking and tickling the entrance to her s****rs cunt; her own ass up and with in arms reach of her perverted onlookers.
She licked not knowing whether she was doing anything to her s****r, she knew the men would get bored and think of some other humiliation to torment them with if she didn’t continue. While thinking of this her tongue started to slip around the open gash, a different taste infused in to her mouth and she felt her s****r move; her hips seemed to hump upwards, pushing at her mouth.
The men noticed the change; they moved closer, fingers now started on Isobel’s nipples, as they played with them they were joking at their hardness. Arabella felt some-one behind her; with her head bent low sucking at her s****r her arse was up and she felt fingers pushing in to her cunt and arse, some-ones fingers moved under her and found her nipples, slowly letting her red buds brush back and forth across their open rough palm, she found she could not stop them from becoming sensitive.
Not only were her nipples sensitive, as fingers worked behind her, her body was becoming aroused and she couldn’t stop it. They knew it as course voices announced, “She’s getting a slippery cunt, time to turn the lady round.”
Arabella suddenly had arms under her; she was lifted and turned; while this was happening the gag was removed from Isobel, she licked her sore lips just in time to protest as they lowered her s****r down between the legs of the table, it was unavoidable, Isobel had Arabella’s cunt in her mouth, I swift smack with the belt on both women had their mouths licking and sucking at each other.
The men settled back to watch as Edwards voice boomed more fear at the women, “Now we get to see both of you cum over each other, before?”
Isobel was heavily aroused and knew what to do, her tongue immediately drove in to the hood of Arabella’s clit, licking as far up in to her as possible before returning to stimulate her s****r’s naïve body.
Arabella couldn’t help but become as aroused as her s****r, enjoying what was happening to her she copied the same movements, a sudden moan brought sniggers from the men but, by this time, the women were only concentrating on their own pleasure.
As the women started to groan in to their climax the men nodded to each other, stood and surrounded the wiggling bodies. Isobel was the first to climax, Arabella was at first shocked but she still continued to lick at the juice leaking from the cunt as it spat in to her mouth.
Arabella f***ed her hips down in to Isobel’s mouth just as she flooded he juice in to the open throat. As they groaned and pushed themselves together the men pounced.
Arabella was grabbed and pulled off. Edward pulled her sensitive nipple as he walked past her, standing between Isobel’s legs her unbuttoned his breeches, he first smiled at her then down to Isobel, “Lets see what your like with a man in that hole, Ma-mar.”
Arabella tried to move to stop him but with her arms tied and George and Henry holding her she was just brushed aside as Edward turned and held her jaw, “Patience dear Bella your turn will come, many times.”
Isabel started to cry to beg him no but he just knelt, his fingers started to tickle the already inflamed cunt, her cries soon became moans as Jess knelt at her head, undid his breeches and aimed his cock at her panting mouth.
Arabella started at him, unable to control herself she screamed, “Take that away from her mouth.” Edward, still forcing moans from the helpless woman looked up and laughed, “Oh Bella you wait until you get the feelings from some of the things we have found out, you see, we have been stealing a look at fathers journals of the orient and in it is a picture book called, The art of learning.”
As George slid his hand down and between her legs, her moist cunt betrayed her as she stifled a groan by saying, “What in the lords name do you mean?”
Edward’s hand stopped tickling the now wet cunt and started to rub his hard cock, “Ladies of the orient know how to please men, its time you western women learnt the same and we have seen a lot of pictures we want to try out so lets start trying them out on you two.”
She tried to answer him but the fingers in her cunt caused her to moan, Edwards laughter subsided as he bent and slipped his meat in to his helpless stepmother. He slid in easily and with out any feelings he slammed in to her, fucking her hard, she didn’t protest, she took it all, unable to control herself she moved and groaned, the harder he fucked the more she gasped.
George and Henry worked on the bound Arabella, tickling her cunt and licking her tits and nipples; she couldn’t help but let her legs open; letting the four hands easily defile her.
She stood there, her body squirmed, her eyes watched her s****r being fucked, Isobel’s groans that of a woman desiring fulfilment; Edwards mouth descended to her nipples forcing her to open her mouth for breath but also letting Jess push his cock in to it, the last thing Arabella saw was Isobel’s lips closing around the invading meat as she was, in turn, pushed towards the stairs.
Henry opened the door to her bedroom and made a sweeping gesture as George slapped her arse all the way until she stood by the bed.
She pleaded to her captives to release her arms but as George bent and grabbed her tit forcing the nipple out so her could suck on it said, “Oh no, remember subservient and helpless, just the way I like it,” then he sucked her nipple deep in to his mouth.
As she was still aroused it soon went hard, his insane laughter echoed around, “That’s it Bella, nice, now you have work to do, on your knees, there’s two of us and your mouth, a recipe to make us happy.”
Almost in hysterics she pleaded that she couldn’t, wouldn’t do it. Edward pushed her forward and Henry grabbed her and held her tight to him, “It’s a good feeling to hold something as beautiful as you miss Bella and with you all naked, you feel and smell nice, I’d do as Master George says, just look at him, he’s gona do it and you will still do everything we want.”
She tried to turn her head but all she could see was the dressing table mirror, what she saw filled her with dread, George was tapping a riding crop on to his hand and gazing at her fine round white arse.
The first slap brought a scream from her, the second the sound was less, the third a squeal and the forth and fifth no more than a pathetic moan, with tears running down her face she stared at Henry, “Make him stop,” six, seven, eight hit hard.
George whispered in her ear, “When I get to ten I will start again, then when I get to ten I will start again, I can do this until I’m tiered then Henry will take over, then we will turn you over, so why be obstinate just you get down on your knees now, because eventually you will.”
Reluctantly Arabella slid down Henry’s body until she knelt obediently before them, George’s laughter returned as he threw the crop on to the bed, unfastened the buttons to his breeches and walked around in front of her, he bent and gripped her jaw, “Mmmmm such a nice mouth, you’ve had my tongue in it, now you get the more interesting bit of me.”
Both men stood in front of the kneeling Arabella, she looked first at them then the two lengths of firm male meat just inches from her mouth, George smiled down at her, “First one then the other and keep doing it until you have experienced the joy of swallowing the juice of the fruit.”
A small sob heralded the movement of the beautiful woman as she bent forward, her tongue pushed from her mouth and slid under Henry’s cock, slowly she pulled it to her; then she let it brush across her lips, she recoiled as she tasted the sticky pre-cum that had leaked from the little hole.
Arabella looked up at the two men, George tapped the back of her head and he kept tapping it until she had moved back and opened her mouth again, the tapping didn’t stop until the swollen fat head slipped in to her mouth.
George ran his fingers over the head of his own cock as he said, “Now tickle the end with your tongue before you swallow it all, it will go down your throat and you have a choice, you ether suck it slowly down yourself or we ram it down but as I said, it will go down your throat.”
With her head being held tight, Arabella choked and gagged as the two men took it in turns to fuck her mouth, her head was dragged from one side to the other as both men ether used her mouth themselves or tried to stuff both in at once until first Henry then George pumped the cream in to her, deliberately covering he mouth with their hands until she had swallowed everything.
As they finished Edward opened the door, “Did I miss a fine performance?” Henry and George both laughed at kneeling woman. George put his finger in his mouth and pushed in and out, then laughed, “End of the virgin mouth, and she swallows but what of dear Ma-mar?”
Edward joined the inane laughter, “Father can not be very big as dear Ma-mar enjoyed, whether she wanted too or not, a long fat cock pumping up and filling her sweet hole and Jess had no problem filling her mouth, so yes things bowed well for the weekend,” as he turned to leave he looked at the helpless woman kneeling on the floor, “Hope Uncle Stanley’s isn’t big, it will be nice to see the lovely Bella receiving the same filling enjoyment as her s****r.”
He moved a little sideways and looked at Arabella’s arse, “Seems she needed a little persuasion before she got a cock stuck down her throat.”
George laughed, “Always better when the filly needs breaking in, like a bit of sprit in a woman.” Edward went out of the door, “Come on then bring your filly, we are in the master bedroom.”
Arabella was dragged up and across the landing to the big bedroom. As she entered she could see her s****r, tied the same way as her, sitting on the bed, she looked away from Arabella, almost embarrassed by what she had let the men do and been seen to enjoy it.
Edward strutted round the room, “Now gentlemen, it is past these good ladies bedtime, so we must decide which bed each will sl**p in and how we are going to get some sl**p as well as work to a rota of enjoying these ladies ample charms that they a generously going to let us play with.”
Arabella went to speak but George was close by and just gripped her arm, “Don’t bother I’m having yours first,” he looked at Edward, “I’ll take Bella in to your room, it’s a bigger bed and I’ll have my fun with her, you work out when I get to play with Ma-mar,” he pushed the pleading Arabella back out and in to Edward’s room.
As she entered the bedroom, Arabella tried to reason with George, “Look this has to stop, please George see sense, I’m your aunt and its wrong, if you make them stop now this will go no further.”
George swung her round and pushed her firmly back on to the bed, as he tore at his clothes he looked at her, “I can assure you Bella this is going to go further, nothing is going to stop us all having you or your s****r all weekend, you must have realised that every time you visited we have looked at you and wanted to know what was under those fine gowns, well now we do and we like what we see so we intend enjoy every delicious inch of you, inside and out.”
As he threw the last of his clothes on to the big chair he approached the bed, Arabella cowered back but with her wrist’s still fastened behind her it was easy for him to pull her to him, he lay beside her, “Just do it all and don’t make me spank you, you have been there before and you know how futile resistance is, open your legs I want to eat you.”
As she complied with the order she bit her lip, she remembered how easy it was for her s****r to arouse her and this was a man, hell bent on forcing her to be his submissive whore.
In the master bedroom, Henry was caressing the helpless Isobel, his mouth sucking at her enlarged nipples, his fingers pushing between her widely spread legs and up in to her cunt, with her body now completely aroused, moans escaped her mouth.
Both men took another ten minutes to bring their chosen women close to their climax before the sound of bed’s creaking in the rhythm of hard fucking filled the landing.
Soon the sound changed to the squeals of women in the throws of orgasms as first Isobel and then Arabella groaned to male juice being pumped in to their wet hot cunts.
Edward was the next to visit Arabella, he laughed as he tickled between her legs, watching her groan and hump on to his hand, her cunt on fire, she cursed herself and her body, now aroused beyond anything she had ever felt before, not even the words, “And now to break the last virgin hole,” made her resist. Isobel was being given the same treatment by Jess, bent over the bed roll his cock ploughed in to her arse-hole, she had not put up too much of a fight as she had been turned over, Jess had greased her first and as it was another new sensation, soon her squeals had become moans of pleasure.
She even smiled as she heard, “God no Edward not there please not thereeaaaaahhh,” knowing her s****r would soon find it impossible not to enjoy it.
Twice each man visited the women during the night, each hole and Arabella’s tits where fucked hard and furiously until both women were left exhausted; the men didn’t wake them until ten.
At ten both women were dragged from the bed, untied and pushed towards the bathing room; the four men watched as the ladies cleaned themselves inside and out before being f***ed down to the kitchen.
The two of them made breakfast and endured the continued, unwanted abuse of mouths and hands all over their bodies, Arabella and Isobel looked at each other concerned by the way an excited Edward was acting.
After the breakfast things where cleared away, the six of them went back to the master bedroom, Isobel and Arabella held each other as they saw the ropes laid out on the bed.
The men had know problem overpowering the women and soon the where kneeling in the middle of the room, their ankles crossed and tied to a rope that had been fastened to their waist, their arms crossed behind them and fastened up to separate beams in the ceiling, they faced each other.
All but Edward were naked as he again strutted around the room in his arrogant style, “Well ladies we have a few moments until the next event so why don’t you entertain us with a little more s****rly love, a little kissing, tit rubbing and you can hump each other’s cunts and you better make it good, because the way your tied and the amount of riding crops, well you know how we like to see red arse’s, I won’t be long.”
He stood there long enough to watch Arabella start to kiss her s****rs mouth long and hard, Isobel thrust her hips at Arabella’s cunt, intertwining the black curly hairs; as he left the room he bent and ran his hand over his stepmothers firm arse cheeks, patting them he whispered, “I’ll be back to enjoy this some more.”
Edward sat in the study looking out the window down the long drive; in his hand was the telegram that had arrived earlier. Dearest Arabella, The exam at boarding school was cancelled. Stop. I’m catching 7.20 and should be with you by noon. Stop. Hope aunty Isobel enjoyed her surprise. Stop. Your loving step daughter Jane.
Edward hadn’t seen his cousin Jane for two years, he remembered her at sixteen, she was a real beauty then and he licked his lips at the thought of what she had blossomed in to and whether she had been taken yet.
As he looked up at the chiming clock a pony and trap pulled in to the drive, he took the spyglass and focused it on the occupant. A girl of rare beauty gazed back at him, fine white delicate futures peeked out from a pink laced bonnet, her mane of auburn hair cascaded down her back and he smiled as he took in the contours of her bodice, “Another fine pair to be liberated from their restraints,” sniggered from his mouth.
As the trap turned and left Edward answered the door, “Hello cousin Jane, how lovely to see you, please allow me to carry you case,” his eyes d***k in her beauty as he bent close to pick up the case, “I’ll leave it in the hall until you need it,” as she walked past him he thought, you won’t be needing clothes this weekend.
As he put the case down Jane asked, “Where’s my step mother?” Edward gestured to the stairs. With a smile he said, “I believe she’s with her s****r upstairs, allow me.”
He walked behind her, her dress swayed, showing her fine slender waist and small pert buttocks, Edward resisted the overpowering urge to spank it. They turned at the top of the stairs as Edward said, “That’s it, just go in.”
Jane entered, her hand went to her mouth, there, in front of her was her stepmother and her aunt knelt and bound, they were trying to kiss each other passionately but George’s cock was stuck between their lips. Their bodies rubbed furiously at each other. Two men knelt behind each one of them with their hand between the writhing women’s legs, finger fucking them as hard as they could.
Jane tried to turn and run but Edward barred her way, grabbing her wrist he twisted and bent it hard up her back, her scream made the women turn and look, Arabella screamed, “God no more, not her.”
Edward pushed Jane towards the group, “Oh yes, I’m sure there’s room for one more, rope gentlemen please.”
With the two women bound and helpless the sight of this beauty was enough to have the men rushing to Edward’s aid; hands tore at buttons as the helpless girl struggled in their grip. The dress, bodice, corset and bloomers soon littered the floor as rope fastened her wrists together and a gag silenced her protests. Amongst jeers she was dragged between her stepmother and aunt; Jess was up and fastening the rope to a beam. When he had finished Jane stood almost on tiptoe struggling to escape but none of the three captives could move from their position and Arabella sighed defeated as she realised what unspeakable perversion was to come.
The way they were tied meant that Arabella and Isobel where kneeling, Jane between them, their mouths at the same height as Jane’s beautiful virgin cunt and arse.
Edward noticed the reluctant way Arabella hung her head, as he pulled at the last buttons of his breeches he walked behind her, bending he whispered, “You learn quick, yes its your and your s****rs job to save this lovely young body from the pain I would only wish to inflict upon its fine white skin, get her to except the inevitable and you save her and yourselves a great deal of pain and we can get back to the fun and games of last night, if not, well you understand don’t you?”
Arabella didn’t look back at Edward she just bent forward and kissed the firm white roundness of Jane’s buttocks; Jane, surprised by what her stepmother had done managed to move slightly forward only to find her open legs aloud Isobel’s mouth to lick in and up between them.
Jane moaned in to her cloth filled mouth, her muted protests had the men jostling for the best position to watch as the two women used their tongues knowing there was no escape, they were going to be f***ed to excite the young girl. Every time Jane moved her hips so the women followed, knowing that if they didn’t turn the girl in to some sort of perverted sex object the men would beat it in to her.
Jane had never had real sex, she had played with her self in her bed, her fingers rubbing her to a climax but to have tongues licking at her arse-hole and in to the lips of her cunt, searching under her hood and forcing the nub of her clitoris hard was a new sensation; the way she was tied made it imposable for her to escape, soon she stopped trying, her legs open, Isobel licked at the moistening hole her stepmother licking around the pink arse ring and then further under.
Moans emanated from behind the cloth in her mouth, little uncontrollable jumps made the men smile, Edward whispered to his b*****r, “Remember what finished Ma-mar off, well this one’s nipples look to be an extra special succulent bonus, shall we?”
They climbed off the bed and stood ether side of Jane, with her eyes closed she was unaware of the men until their mouths closed over the hard red nipples she groaned but as they sucked the groans turned to moans, Edward ran his hand around the back of Arabella’s head and pushed her further between the open legs.
George could see Isobel’s face wet from the juice now being f***ed from Jane’s dripping cunt but it was Edwards hand that delved in to the auburn bush and started to rub in to the wet full lips, slipping round to get inside along with Isobel’s tongue, this new invasion drove Jane to her first climax.
Their was to be no rest for Jane, she was immediately released and dragged from between the women and laid on the bed; her legs held open her arms pinned above her head as Edward and George continued to excite the cunt and nipples of the uncontrollablely aroused young woman.
Jess and Henry took their chance, knowing the two b*****rs were only interested in being the first to fuck Jane they released Arabella’s and Isobel’s legs and their arms from the beam ropes then pulled them from the room to the empty beds on the other side of the landing.
Edward and George didn’t even notice the others go as their fingers f***ed Jane towards another climax, George waited until Edwards used his expertise with his mouth, now kissing Jane’s mouth forcible and his fingers agitated Jane’s nipple to their full hard length, before he pushed slowly up the wet hot cunt, slowly trying to find the thin tissue of her hymen.
George kept up a slow rhythm, pushing in and out making her cunt wetter with every stroke; Jane was unable to stop her feelings, her mouth being ****d by Edwards tongue, her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure through her body, when George struck.
A little squeal from Jane’s mouth was the only thing that let the world know she was now a woman; George used some bed linen to wipe away the small droplets of bl**d before he continued his assault of her cunt, his mouth returned to licking while his fingers could now fuck in and out of the freshly violated hole.
In the other bedrooms Isobel and Arabella were servicing their respective tormentors; Isobel on the bed, with her arse up and that arse being well fucked by Henry’s hard cock. Arabella was sitting on the bed with her hair held tight, her face being f***ed in to Jess’s stomach as his cock tickled the back of her throat.
Henry and Jess were quietly happy with their lot, they had two beautiful helpless women to do with as they pleased and they knew they would have them for hours. They would be able to make them do anything as Edward and George would be amusing themselves with the beautiful Jane and she had three virgin holes that they would make sure she didn’t have by the end of the day.
Turning her on her front, Edward used the riding crop on Jane’s cute small arse; even though she agreed very quickly to doing anything they demanded, Edward still had his fill of stinging such a pair of beautiful white buttocks.
They first took Jane together, her kneeling as George taught her the art of mouth fucking; Edward was behind her, his cock opening up her tight cunt, all the time she had to wiggle her bottom as the riding crop was close to hand. Next they f***ed her on her back, they made her hold her tits together as they first made themselves hard again and second, enjoyed laughing as they splattered her pretty face with their sticky juice.
Now they had her totally defeated, she was made to play with them, her hands busily tickling balls and stroking cock; all the time the two boys eyed her cute arse knowing that they were both going to be up it.
Jane did put up a fight when she realised what they intended to do to her, both Arabella and Isobel, though in the throws of being in the middle of a hard fucking themselves, tried to call reassurance to the hapless Jane but all to no avail as soon the house echoed to the squeals of a virgin arse being broken in.
Edward had used her arse first, George had held her while it happened, Jane was to exhausted when George fucked her, due to the fact that both boys had fucked her three or four times before the arse **** meant they had taken much longer to abuse that hole and she was now complete at their mercy.
Leaving her on the bed they went to see what was happening elsewhere. In one bedroom Isobel was laying on her side with Jess behind her, as his cock pounded her arse so his hands mauled her fine large tits. In another room Henry lay back on the pillow, his arms behind his neck as he gazed at the ceiling, Arabella’s head was bobbing up and down, her mouth completely covering his long hard shaft.
Edward and George waited until both men had been serviced and again filled the women’s holes before taking both women in to the master bedroom.
The two well fucked women stood, their heads bowed in servitude as they were told to tell Jane just why and just how much trouble they could cause if they had a mind to or if their male needs were not met and they finished by reminding them that there was tonight and all day tomorrow before the Monday morning train, they hoped they had made themselves clear.
Arabella stayed with Jane, Isobel went and made food and brought it, with wine, up to the big bedroom. The men ate but they made the women feed them, if they dropped any on the naked men they were f***ed to lick it off and many bits of food found its way on to the men’s crutches, also the women were from a temperance upbringing, wine was alien to them.
The men soon took advantage of that and used the neck of a bottle the way they had used their cocks, sticking them in to their mouths and pumping liquid in to them, not enough to render them useless but enough for a lot of inhibitions to be removed.
The women, now intoxicated, found them-selves unable to argue, resistance had gone and the four men took them and abused them at their will.
That night was nothing more than a perverted orgy. As three men took Arabella at once so George f***ed Jane and Isobel in to a sixty-nine, he walked round the two women their holes his playthings, their mouth to use anytime.
No sooner had one woman taken a load then she was being used again, the men were enjoying the complete dominance of the three beautiful women especially Jane, her young body, firm and strong and easily pliable, they took great delight in bending her to take cock after cock, fucking her in many and any position, Edward laughed as he showed her the Art of learning book, pointing out positions she would be f***ed in to just to satisfy his perverted warped lust.
In the morning they realised the house was a mess, after being fed Edward called the group together. After each woman had been f***ed to wash themselves out they were set a task to clean or wash the house, each man would help apart from Edward who had a few things to prepare for his fathers return the following evening and of course the women would remain naked.
As he worked in the office he could hear the work going on around the house and the continues squeals as women were continually interrupted, being f***ed to their knees or on all fours or on their backs to receive another good fucking.
Unable to concentrate, Edward heard Jane come down the stairs, he leapt from his chair and rushed outside just in time to grab Jane and march her back in to the study; Jess came down the stairs looking for her, as he looked in the study he smiled, his eyes saw her trapped in the knee hole of the desk her auburn hair buried in Edwards lap, the slurping sound of a mouth sucking a cock was easily audible; Jess turned and left Edward to his enjoyment.
By two the house looked respectable again, more food was ordered, George grinned at the women saying they needed to keep their strength up, it was a long time till morning.
They were all in different bedrooms that afternoon until Edward ordered Isobel to meet him in the study; the naked women walked in to the study unaware that Edward was not alone, much to her horror he was accompanied by constable Higgins the constable who had tricked her in to her confession.
Edward’s evil grin spread across his face, “Ah dear Ma-mar, you remember constable Higgins, don’t you?” Trying to hide her nakedness she nodded, “Well just to keep everything as we like it, he needs to inspect you because should you wish to upset our little arrangement he will inform his seniors that you offered yourself in a bid to keep the robbery from government ears, understand?”
Isobel knew that she was in no position to protest; these last few days had taught her that her stepsons were capable of anything; she again nodded.
“Good, now I will leave you two and you will do what ever it takes to send constable Higgins from this house with good thoughts and happy memories,” he walked past her stopping momentarily to say, “And if that means letting him fuck you after you’ve used your mouth on him, so be it.”
Edward returned upstairs leaving Isobel to her fate. In the study Higgins moved towards the beautiful women, being a man in his late forties the sight of a naked woman he knew he could do with as he pleased excited him and the fact that she would be little more that a slave to his lust was a bonus.
He lay back on the desk and crocked his finger at her, “Come here woman and take my uniform off, wouldn’t do to get anything on it,” meekly Isobel complied with the order until Higgins stood in front of her naked, he smiled at her as he announced, “I have three hours before duty calls, an hour each hole should satisfy,” he lent forward almost touching her face, “For the time being.”
Edward and George were being entertained by the lovely Jane, her young body nothing more than a plaything to be twisted and bent to their desires; they had taken pictures from their fathers journals and were forcing Jane to copy some of the positions, fucking her time and time again.
Jess and Henry had Arabella, they had deliberately chased her in to the garden herding her to the gazebo and now had her tied they way she had first seen her s****r, the spanking of her fine well developed body had not viscous but enough to have her doing the most disgusting things with her tongue and their arse’s, before they tied her legs wide.
Jess stuck his cock up her cunt, Henry her arse and they stood their while she pumped her self up and down by her bound wrist’s, threatening a worse spanking if she stopped before they had filled her.
The study was filled with the grunts of Higgins, his cock, now hard from using Isobel’s mouth and throat was now thrusting in and out of her cunt; she was bent over the desk, her legs wide, her arms keeping her slightly raised so male hands could squeeze her mounds of flesh and fingers could pull and twist her sore nipples.
Her humiliation continued, she was being f***ed to rotate her arse while her cunt was being pummelled, his hand stung her arse time and time again, a reminder of how much pain he wanted to inflict on her every time she slowed down.
After Higgins had finished fucking her cunt she was back down on her knees using her mouth and fingers to make him hard again, as soon as he was, he was happy to lay on the floor while Isobel completed her duties by sinking her arse hole down on his cock and bouncing up and down while he continued his assault on her swollen nipples and he no intentions of stopping until she had made him fill her arse with more of his filth.
Isobel staggered back upstairs, her hands over her ears trying to block out the sound of constable Higgins whistling as he climbed on his bike and rode up the drive; her arse stung from the spanking he had given her before he left, she felt the indignity of a lady of her stature having to lay across this supposed man of the law as he spat on her already sore cheeks and then spanked her like a naughty little school girl, not stopping until she blubbered like a baby for him to stop.
She sat in an empty room, she could hear the fucking that Jane was getting, she didn’t know that Arabella was being used under the gazebo, suddenly Edward marched in, “You seen to Higgins?” She nodded, “Good now get this hard again,” he aimed his soft cock at her mouth and like the obedient slave she had now become she bent forward, pushed her tongue under the head and sucked it in to her mouth, he patted her on the head, “Well done Ma-mar, I think you and the other two now realised your new found position or should I say positions in life.”
The four men enjoyed the rest of the night, new games were tried; hunting became a favourite.
Two women locked in a room while the four men hunted the third, riding crops were used to chase the squealing, naked defenceless woman around the house.
If the men needed a rest a triangle was the entertainment; the women laid in a triangle each one licking the others cunt, being f***ed to make each climax, the fun was as one would come she would still have to be licked until the next and so on, the trouble for the women was by the time the last had cum the first would be hot again and the triangle would start all over again, much to the enjoyment of their sadistic voyeurs.
And so the night went in to morning. A carriage was called for 9.30 and after a few well-chosen words from Edward, Jane and Arabella where taken to the station. The carriage ride was bumpy and painful to two very sore arses; the train ride only a little better.
Stanley was in the drawing room when they arrived back, “Well did you sort those two idle twerps out, whip them in to shape did you?” Arabella said, “Sort off.”
Stanley snorted, “Good and your s****r, she alright, getting on with the boys?”
Arabella took her hat off, “Well that’s what Jane and I want to say, Isobel seems to be learning a lot of new things so we have been talking about this weekend and well, as Desmond is away again in three weeks time we thought we would like to spend another weekend with Isobel, we learned so much this time and as you say, the art of learning is a great experience.”