Having diverted ourselves from Johnson's journey in order that we might make other introductions, we may now return to it. Fortunately for him, neither Bella nor her companions had cause to look back during their ride and hence the manservant was enabled to follow unhindered and unremarked until the three reached the home of Edwina where they dismounted and entered.
At this, Johnson reined in his steed and found himself in a bit of a pickle, for he could clearly not be found peeping into the windows of the mansion, and would probably profit little if he did so. A coppice being nearby, he rode there and tethered his horse so that it might graze on the fringes of grass which intruded between the trees. Utterly doubtful then of what he was supposed to achieve, and being in some annoyance at what he considered a waste of time, he made his way around the grounds surrounding Edwina's house and spied a barn where at least he could lurk awhile and from which he could view any other comings and goings, though little would the sight of such profit him, thought he.
Fortune, however, was to prove on Johnson's side-or rather, that of Miss Martin-for this very morning the Colonel, in concert with Edwina and Caroline (and the acquiescence of Jonathan) had decided upon a little sport which the Colonel had designated 'stabling'. Edwina and her daughter had already been initiated into this curious proceeding and now-although she did not know it-it was to be Bella's turn.
Making as she was her third visit to the house, Bella had no cause to think that she could ever be the subject of any impropriety within. Her tongue, however, had run a little loose in certain private conversations with Caroline and all the well-embroidered events of domestic pleasures that Bella had relayed to her friend had in turn been passed on by the latter young lady.
Resultantly, the Colonel was high in expectations. Here was a young lady of undoubted physical charms who-vide Bella's not wholly truthful accounts to Caroline-had already taken her uncle's cock, which is to say that of Easton. Being bereaved of her parents in youth, and her siblings being scattered among various concerned and caring relatives, she had come under the wings of Easton and Letitia at the age of five, and so by now was considered one of the family.
'Does he pump you fully, Bella?' Caroline had asked in one of their fruitful conversations.
'Oh yes, indeed, it is quite divine', replied Bella who half wished it to be true but was still a little apprehensive of discovery by her aunt.
For her part, Caroline had indulged in several little confessions of her own-the adjective being advisedly used here since she had by no means conveyed to Bella the ultimate naughtinesses in which she indulged with her Mama and the Colonel-not to say Jonathan also since their marriage. Edwina it was who had coaxed, cajoled and seduced him into such until he had become as 'dutiful' in putting his pego to her as she had wished.
'Are you not both hot from your ride?' Edwina asked her daughter and Bella solicitously after wine and biscuits had been served.
'Oh rather, Mama, for the saddle does stir and heat one- does it not, Bella?'
Before Bella could reply to this unusual and intriguing question, the Colonel intervened, saying to Edwina, 'A stabling would both cool and enervate them, my dear'.
'Indeed yes, for they are sprightly young ladies and should be attended upon. Jonathan dear, will you help escort them to the barn? There is water and such ready there', said Edwina to the great astonishment of Bella who was too shy, however, to speak and found herself being raised up from the sofa she had shared with Caroline.
The latter clasped Bella's hand as the pair proceeded to the door which led to the morning room and thereby, along a short passageway, to a side door which let out on to a stone path.
There, Bella managed to find voice and whispered in wonderment to Caroline, 'What then are we about?'
'Oh, something nice, very nice. You will see how solicitous Mama is once we are being accomodated', replied that young lady while the foursome proceeded across the lawn and through a wicker gate to pass across the paddock and thereby to approach the barn.
At the sight of it, a sense of excitement seized Bella, who dearly wished to ask more but was apprehensive of being overheard by the Colonel and Jonathan who followed behind them. The timber barn was large and would have been dim within were it not for numerous splits and crevices among the wall-timbers which produced a total of light that was pleasingly subdued and hence produced a secretive and mysterious atmosphere.
Upon passing through the double doors, which were angled against one another to form a narrow gap, Bella perceived a curious sight. From part of the long wall on the left hung chains and straps. Before these, on the floor, was a bedding of clean straw whereon stood two buckets of what proved to be lukewarm water, and beside each of these lay a sponge.
'Wh… what?' Bella asked of the air rather than of Caroline whose hand remained firmly clasped in hers.
'Close the door, Jonathan, while the young ladies divest themselves of their attire', announced the Colonel to Bella's supreme amazement, she uttering a squeak of surprise and turning half about to see him picking up a schooling whip and running the long thong thoughtfully over his palm.
'But, but, but, we cannot!' Bella bleated, only to be hushed by Caroline who half pulled her towards the buckets.
'Shush, dear, and do not make a fuss, for he is quite stern if need be, and besides' (lowering her voice to a stage whisper) 'have you not already entertained your uncle?'
'OH!' ejaculated the bemused Miss who thereupon wished she had never said anything, for she now found herself somewhat caught out and jolly well tripped-up, as might be said. Even so, she managed to blurt out, 'But never in f… front of anyone, Caroline!'-her voice becoming a girlish whine which amused the Colonel while Jonathan stood dutifully by the doors.
A hiss and crack of the long whip then sounded which made both young ladies jump, though the Colonel had done nothing save to lash it idly upon the floor of hard earth.
'You see! Quickly, dear, get your things off', whispered Caroline whereat another SHEEEE-IP! of the whip sounded behind them, causing even Bella to tug at the buttons of her summer dress, for the thought of it coiling around her slender, sensitive form was awful indeed.
Divested quickly of her outer attire, as also was her companion, Bella presented a bewitching figure of shapely girlhood in chemise and stockings. At a warning and seemingly impatient cough from the Colonel, however, these too were not to remain on for long, and thus to Bella's tearful frustration and intense embarrassment she had to remove those, too, together with her frilly drawers.
In a word, and in but a moment, the two comely young damsels stood almost together, facing the wall and with their backs to the Colonel whose eyes glowed while he compared their two figures. They might, he mused, have well been sisters, or even twins, so well were they matched in height, in the length and colouring of their tresses, in the curvaceous lines of their hips and legs and-above all- in the impertinent thrusting of their naked nether cheeks which were as firm and fleshy as they were round.
'Fasten them, dear boy', said the Colonel then to Jonathan whose speedy and almost silent approach came with such rapidity that Bella scarcely had time to utter a squeak of dismay before she found her waist closely encircled by chains and straps which were intended to hold her as immobile as possible.
'Oh no, please! I want to go home!' wailed she, rather late in the day for such a request, and this bringing an amused tut-tutting from the Colonel who advised her sharply to raise her arms so that they in turn could be secured. Leather cuffs being slipped around her unwilling wrists, these in turn were fastened to wall hooks, all the while that Bella heard the menacing swishing of the whip.
Upon that, and to the bewildered sobbing of the damsel, Jonathan performed the even more pleasant duty of kneeling behind her quivering form, his nose and lips brushing her protruding bottom cheeks the while that he secured first one ankle and then the other, in such wise that Bella's legs were held in a bold vee.
'Ha! What are you going to do? Caroline, pray do not let them!' wailed Bella whose chains clinked at every small movement of her nubile form.
'Oh, you silly, we are only to be washed-down and attended to. It will be as cosy as you find it at home with your dear uncle, only rather more unusual, that is all', responded Caroline who-as a matter of form rather than of need-was then secured in the same manner, there being but a foot of space twixt her hip and Bella's.
'Ah, please, do not whip me!' pleaded Bella who truly believed that was to be done.
'What need of that? I am not one to scourge such a rumptious and beautiful arse such as you are quite properly displaying to us now, my dear. Push it out more, and you also, Caroline. More, girls, morel Ah, yes indeed, that is better. What vaselike forms their hips take, do they not, Jonathan? Be a good fellow now and wash them down. Attend well with the sponge in-between their legs and twixt those ardent nether cheeks'.
'AH!' squealed Bella at that-though quite unnecessarily-as Jonathan plunged a sponge into her bucket and passed it up between her lustrous limbs to soothe the furred lips of her quim.
'Jut your bottom more, Bella, offer it-or I shall indeed bring the whip to you', growled the Colonel who in fact thoroughly enjoyed watching such hapless and hip-wriggling attempts at resistance as Bella offered. From all his past experiences with such girls he was well aware of the titillating effect of a warm wet sponge in such an intimate area, and so in due course (which is to say but a matter of a minute) was Bella.
Coached as he had been both by his wife and his mother-in-law, Jonathan squirted jets in-between the rolled lips of Bella's lovenest, causing her, despite herself, to squirm agreeably. The tricklings ran down the inner, satiny surfaces of her thighs and teased her. Moreover, her legs being held straining apart, there was naught she could do to evade the insidious caress. Upon Jonathan's prising open her pert bottom cheeks and working the sponge between them to sprinkle her tight orifice there, a frantic squeak escaped her and much to the silent amusement of all, she uttered a frantic 'No, no, no!' which merely fell upon the otherwise silent air.
Her laving being done, and leaving the lower half of her divine form prettily glistening, Jonathan then moved to attend similarly upon his wife who received her own watery treatment with coy giggles.
'Oh, dearest, this is very naughty-and in front of the Colonel, too', she uttered for Bella's sake, and then added coyly, 'Are you going to do it to her, Jonathan? I do not mind if you do, my sweet, for she is my dear friend and.
'Ah NO"' squealed Bella thereat, whereupon the Colonel strode forward, looped one strong arm over her back in such wise that it then all but encircled her waist and donated a resounding SMACK! to her wet nether cheeks with his free hand, bringing an outraged yelp from her.
'You will be QUIET, girl! It is unseemly to make a noise during a stabling. Have you not been taught so, eh? My goodness me! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! sounded the leathery palm again, each of its descents being accompanied by a howling 'WOH-WOH-WOH!' from Bella who had only previously received playful smacks from Easton.
'Dear Papa', uttered Caroline who was wont to playfully call the Colonel that at times, 'Pray do not sting her for she is but bemused and is only waiting for you to attend upon her properly. Ooooh, Jonathan, what are you doing with your finger in my bottom, you naughty man!'
'HAR! NO!' came from Bella whereat the Colonel-who was much delighted with the willing performances of his innamorata's luscious offspring-readily entered into the spirit of her words by clothing (or perhaps one should say, unclothing) them in reality. Leaving Bella's hot, pink bottom to wriggle adorably he uttered a soothing, 'By jove, yes!' and-all in a flash-got behind her, produced his readily-erected tool, and clamped her hips firmly while intruding the knob into the secretive cleft formed by her inrolling hemispheres.
'NOO-HOOOO! Not THERE!' cried Bella, though she had often received Miss Martin's luring digit in that selfsame place which Easton by then had also fingered to his great pleasure.
'Do-do-doooo!' Caroline was blathering at the same time, for Jonathan had immediately followed suit in presenting himself and, in a trice, had his knob swallowed in by his naughty young wife's bottomhole.
The Colonel had a little greater difficulty in so entering Bella, for her well-rimmed aperture, not having been put to the cock before, yielded more slowly and with several unseemly moans and whines from that young lady who found the Colonel's rod many times thicker and certainly much, much longer than Miss Martin's teasing finger.
'GOO-HOOO-HOOO! You can't!' she bleated. 'By heavens, I can and will, my pet, for no young lady here is stabled without having a cock up her bottom', growled the Colonel truthfully enough. Therewith, flexing his knees in concert with those of Jonathan who had already smoothly penetrated Caroline's offered peach, he succeeded in entering four inches of his doughty tool to unceasing moans from Bella who felt as if all the breath were being expelled from her body. So tight and warm was she that the Colonel's eyes screwed up with pleasure. Too few girls nowadays came to the barn untried in this respect, and it was quite like the old days in Poona to infiltrate such virgin cheeks.
Snuffling and grunting while Bella despairingly hung her head and gritted her teeth and Caroline puffed and panted pleasurably beside her, the Colonel inched himself up into Bella's heavenly hole until at last his balls dangled their hairy purses beneath her quim.
'FOOO-AAAAH! It's t… t… too big!' Bella whined, though the selfsame phrase having been offered up to him often enough both in English and Hindustani, the Colonel happily ignored it and held her firmly shafted in the knowledge that Bella would soon enough accommodate herself to the rude entry.
Being not unmindful that other pleasures must attend on her, he leaned over her back and manfully cupped the wobbling gourds of her titties which then could not help but yield their sparkling nipples to his palms. At that moment, Bella was holding her bottom perfectly still while she 'agonised' over the horrid thing that was happening to her, and in quite a state of disbelief that so much could have squeezed its way up her tight channel. Indeed, as the Colonel was well aware, she dared not move for a moment. He was quite content to let her rest and waited silently for the first impulsive moment of the satiny, bulging cheeks which were manfully held into his belly.
'Oh nice, oh nice, oh nice!' Caroline was meanwhile moaning while Jonathan 'performed his duty' in such a slow and self-restraining manner as Edwina had taught him.
Ludicrously enough in the seconds that then passed, Bella's small moans of 'Oh no!' mingled with the repeated 'Oh nice!' of Caroline until their voices merged in a contesting chorus, though not a minute passed before the Colonel felt the first, tiny movements of Bella's polished orb to him. Almost imperceptible as they were, he received them knowingly and with joy. Drawing his clenched penis out halfway, he rammed it in slowly again, bringing a sharp 'AH!' from her that was not wholly compounded of dismay.
'Yes, my beauty-is it not pleasant?' he murmured, screwing up his eyes once more at the heavenly sensations her entire posture afforded him. Gliding down from her swollen titties, his right hand curled its fingers under her Venus mound and sought her button which he found erect like a miniature penis.
'GOOOO!' choked Bella at that, for some subtle lubrication appeared to have entered into the lubricious act, thus causing the Colonel's huge, fleshy piston to work more easily in her hot hole. Indeed, at the fourth stroke he was able to draw it out almost to the helmet and then urge it up within her with an excitable ease.
'D… d… darling, come in me, for I have already come thrice!' Caroline was meanwhile murmuring, her words impelling Bella towards the sense of wicked pleasure that was by then beginning to encompass her. A sob broke from her throat and, to the Colonel's delight, a first salty spurt came from her cunny the while that he rammed her manfully, brushing both her titties and her clitoris beguiling until her curving hips began working impetuously in rhythm with his own.
“Th… th… there's my good girl', husked the Colonel encouragingly.
'HOOO, Bella, is it not lovely!' shrilled Caroline, her own bottom moving vigorously as Jonathan's embedded prick ejected its warm lappings of sperm deep into her sucking interior.
'Mmmmmmm!' Bella hummed. She had now, in the Colonel's own phraseology, 'gone over the hill' and was being ridden to the very Valhalla of desire, her firmly-fleshed bumcheeks slapping happily into him while he in turn ejected the long spouts of his tribute to her and felt her quiver divinely as she received the juicy splashings of his venereal offering. Holding her still-as he always felt was needful with an erstwhile novice-he ground his teeth and continued jetting vigorously to Bella's unbounded delight.
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