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THE
ADVENTURES
OF
LADY HARPUR VOLUME TWO
SAFE HAVEN WITH THE GOVERNOR CHAPTER 1
MY ADOPTED FATHER AND PROTECTOR
CHAPTER 2
THE TRAINING OF SUSY
CHAPTER 3
SUSY'S ACCOUNT OF HER EXPERIENCES OF BARRACK LIFE
CHAPTER 4
DICK'S LETTERS
CHAPTER 5
MARY
CHAPTER 6
MRS BOND
CHAPTER 7
MRS BOND'S STORY
CHAPTER 8
DICK'S POETRY
CHAPTER 9
THE WIDOW'S CRAFTY SCHEME
CHAPTER 10
DAVY'S RAPE
CHAPTER 11
ANOTHER TURN OF FORTUNE'S WHEEL 4 VOLUME TWO
SAFE HAVEN WITH THE GOVERNOR CHAPTER 1
MY ADOPTED FATHER AND PROTECTOR Passing over for the present the events immediately succeeding
our
landing, behold me, settled in Government House, the favoured
guest
of the respected governor, and the chosen companion of his only
daughter. My rooms are luxuriously fitted out in the cheeriest part of the
building; I have almost a little suite to myself; a comfortable
bedchamber, with a commodious bathroom adjoining, and the
snuggest possible little boudoir opening through a veranda on to
a
portion of the grounds especially set apart for my enjoyment and
supervision. For attendants, I have my own maid Zilla and an intelligent
black boy,
called Davy, to work the grounds and run errands. The old gentleman himself pays me every attention and visits me
often
on the sly; in public he is most circumspect, yet always
exceedingly
kind and indulgent. I have grown very fond of him, and do everything in my power to
please and gratify him. Blanche and I are very good friends; we read and work together
and
receive joint instruction from various masters. I am not sure whether she is fully aware of the connection
between her
father and me, but if she is, she takes no notice of it, wisely
judging that
it is at all events better for her than if he married again. In
due course,
letters were received from my father, thanking the governor for
his
attention to me and gladly consenting to our present
arrangements. 138
Carlo obtained from the English government the pardon he sought,
together with a substantial reward; and being found efficient as
a
seaman and a navigator, he was appointed captain of the good old
ship
Cammarilla. Good tidings also awaited our Sporio: the governor heard from
the
British envoy to the court of Tuscany, not only confirming the
account
he had given of his family, but announcing that his brothers
were dead,
and that he was the sole heir to the title and estates of the
Lambertini. Sporio, now Count Lambertini, heard himself from the family
lawyer,
informing him of the same event and placing a large sum of money
at
his disposal. One of his first acts, was to offer me his hand and fortune; but
I was not
then inclined to marry, for having youth, position and
independent
means I loved my present freedom too well; besides, I thought
that
among the proud nobles of Italy, the irregularity of my birth
would
surely be cast in my teeth; so I declined his generous offer in
the
kindest manner and with many expressions of esteem and
affection; at
the same time I advised him to turn his thoughts to Blanche, who
was
more suited to him by birth and connection, and I know loved him
very
dearly. He took my advice and having proposed for Miss Stanhope was
accepted by both father and daughter and after a marriage
celebrated with musical eclat, Blanche set sail for Italy as the
Countess Lambertini. Having thus satisfactorily disposed of our chief dramatis personae ,let
me return to my humble self, and my protector, the old governor,
Sir
Charles Stanhope. To arrest scandal he went through some legal procedure adopting
me
as his child; and having made a settlement he prevailed on me to
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assume his name. in consequence, I was everywhere well received,
had
great court paid to me and no end of suitors. But now I must explain our private arrangements. He had a
concealed
entrance to my rooms of which even the servants were ignorant.
In my
bathroom was a press for hanging towels; it had a movable back,
which
also formed the back of a similar press in the room at the other
side,
which was furnished as a spare room but was never occupied. His practice was to retire early in the night, pleading in
excuse his
advancing years, for though not yet sixty, and hale and hearty
for that,
yet his grey hair made him look much older. My boudoir was my favourite place for working and reading, and I
avowedly devoted my evenings to study. So when the house was
quiet,
and my doors and windows well secured, the governor was able
without attracting notice to visit his fair Rosamund, as he
loved to call
me. Then in the full light of brilliant lamps I would strip for him,
and take
out and fondle into life his soft and attenuated prick, while I
read
aloud some luscious work or related some amorous tale. But
nothing so
thoroughly pleased and excited him as hearing me describe my own
fucking adventures; and he was always begging me to get myself
fucked as often as possible, and as soon after as I could, even
while my
cunt was still saturated with the spunk which had been poured
into it,
to give him the fullest details; then he would examine my
inflamed
quim, sniff up the salty odour and lick its moistened lips. On one typical occasion, the governor was lying on a wide
comfortable
sofa opposite a large mirror; I was leaning back by his side in
such a
position as to afford him a full view in the glass of my cunt
and bottom. I petted and frigged his slowly stiffening prick, and he
titillated my
excited orifice, watching its appearance in the glass, while he
asked
me for the latest news. 140
'Well, Queenie, my pet, have you anything to tell me tonight?
Did you
succeed with James our English coachman? He seems a safe kind of
man, amorously disposed. I was glad to see you coming this
evening
from the stables.'
'I did, my Charlie' (his pet name in private); 'don't you feel
and see how
moist my cunt is? I have not even wiped it since; smell it,
dear.'
'Yes, my love, it is in a delicious state. It is very moist, and
the hot smell
from it is most fragrant and exciting. Now tell me everything
that
happened; don't miss one word.'
'Well, I went out to ask after my mare which was so frisky in
the
morning that I could scarcely mount her. James met me in the
stable,
and as I passed him on my way into the loose box to pat the mare
on her
neck as usual, he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me back
saying,
"Take care, Miss Stanhope, she is not just now in a humour to be
trusted," and in some way he made her plunge. I naturally
started
back, and he caught me in his arms. "Oh, Miss Queenie, you were
near
being hurt, and I should have been so sorry, for we are all so
fond of
you," and he pressed me to his breast. "Dearest lady, who could
help
loving you! How glad I am to save you from harm," he said, as he
drew
me towards a sheltered corner. I thanked him for his care and
attention
and said: "Now, let me go, James, I am in no danger here!" He
put his
face close to mine, and whispered: "Oh, might I make so bold -
just one
- darling Miss Queenie."
'"Well, as a reward - here - take one - now, that will do - let
me go -
you will make me fall - Oh, James! What are you doing? Don't
push
your knee between mine - don't attempt to raise my clothes -
what do
you mean by unbuttoning my dress? O stop! I did not give you
leave to
put your hand there - Oh, James! How your fingers tickle me! Oh!
How
big you are! It will kill me - Oh! It is in! how nice it feels!
How well you
do it! press up to my heart. Yes, James, I will say it if you
wish, I like you
to fuck me. Yes, it is a strong, large prick. Yes, you my pinch
my bottom
and put your finger in while you fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried, as
I felt his
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great tool poking my cunt while I lay under him on a heap of hay
in
the corner; he drove it home with such energy and force that his
hard
balls banged against my bottom as with a suppressed shout he
flooded
my cunt with boiling spunk.'
By this time, I had Charlie's prick in a fine erection and he
cried: "Get
over me, my love, lay your sweet arse on my face; I will suck
your
delicious quim while you draw from my prick its milky juice.'
I presented to him my arse, as he wished me to call my bottom,
while he
licked and sucked both apertures in my furrow of delight, I
received in
my mouth the discharge of his seed, and frigged his bottom-hole
with
my finger. Then we took some refreshment which I always had ready, and he
returned to his own apartments, for he seldom cared for more
than one
emission at a time. Next evening he came as usual, and asked had
I
anything new to tell him. 'Well, Charlie, you know I am always on the lookout for any love
adventure that I think will give you pleasure. You spoke the
other day
about Dr. Prickett, and asked me to give him some encouragement. Well, he called again this afternoon, and by my direction was
shown
into my boudoir. The blinds were down, and I was reclining on
the
couch, complaining of a headache and pain in my chest. He
examined
my chest with his stethoscope; while doing so I allowed him to
get a
good view, and feel too, of my swelling bubbies. His eye
sparkled as he
gently pressed one of my nipples in his trembling fingers. Then
putting
my hand down, he said he wanted to feel the region around my
liver. "But I can't through all this dress; may I put my hand underneath?"
'"You may, over my chemise," I replied, leaning back. 'He bent forward, and as if by accident, passed his hand up, not
over,
but under my chemise. 142
'"Oh, doctor! I said over my chemise, and I feel your hand on my bare
skin."
'"Well, dear Miss Queenie, what difference does it make. It is
after all a
professional hand, and we medicos are accustomed to have no
secrets
kept from us." All the while his hand was roaming over the lower
parts
of my belly, and at last I felt his fingers passing down my
thighs and
pressing the lips of my cunt. '"Oh, doctor! That's not where my liver is at all."
'"True, but it is very intimately connected with it. When the
liver is
inactive there is always sympathetic disturbance here. Do you
ever
feel any unusual heat here, or anything like obstruction in the
passage?" and he pushed his finger boldly into the entrance of
my
easily excited cunt. Then, rapidly changing his hands, he put
the other
which had been in his pocket on my cunt, and began to rub the
clitoris
and nymphae. '"No, doctor, there is nothing wrong with me there indeed - Oh!
What
are you doing? You will drive me wild! You are making me so hot.
Do I
want anything there? - I do - Ah, you have made me so foolish, I
really
do not know what I am saying or doing. What do you want, ah, you
know yourself. A prick? Well, a prick, if you like. Yes, of
course I know
you have a prick; how could you be a Prickett if you hadn't? I
said,
laughing at my wretched witticism. Put my hand on it? well, I
will to
please you. Yes it is a fair specimen of the manly organ - both
stiff and
long. Do ladies like that kind of prick? You know that better
than I do. Would my cunt? Yes, doctor, for however you have managed, you
have set it on fire and made it glow like a furnace. I am sure
you have
put something into it, it burns so."
'"Nonsense, child, it is the sight and feel of my prick which
has made
you long for a fuck; now confess, isn't that it?"
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'All this time, he was most skilfully manipulating my cunt,
making
every nerve in and around it tingle with pleasure. '"Yes, I am longing for a fuck - you have made me, whatever you
have
done; come, hurry - put it in, or you will drive me distracted,"
I cried,
spreading my thighs, and pushing up my cunt naked and open
before
his face. '"There - in with it - Hah! I have it at last - now fuck away;
how grand
your prick feels! It quite fills up my cunt; you doctors are
great fellows,
and can do just what you please with us poor women." Then
pushing
my hand between our bellies, I felt the root of his prick and
squeezed
his balls, while I threw up my legs and hammered his bottom with
my
heels, to force him further into my cunt, now in a state of the
most
ravenous excitement. He held me with a grip like iron, while he
fucked
away, and then with a frantic yell of delight, he poured into my
cunt a
torrent of his boiling injection.'
Meanwhile the dear old governor fairly quivered with emotion, as
he
poured his scanty discharge over my breast, where I was frigging
his
prick with my bubbies pressed against its sides. He next prevailed on me to favour him with an actual fucking
exhibition, while he lay concealed in my room, and Davy, my
black
errand boy and gardener, was fixed on as the medium. Though called a boy, Davy was a well-grown lad of eighteen, and
not
at all bad-looking. 'But what if Davy should prove unwilling?' I asked. 'Oh,' he replied, 'don't trouble yourself about that; you will
find him
only too willing, if a woman, and that woman a lady, happens to
throw
herself in his way.'
'But if so,' I added, 'are we safe in trusting him?'
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'You can make him safe by gaining his affection, and young
fellows of
his class are often more trustworthy than those from whom you
might
expect better things; but to make assurance doubly sure, you may
threaten my displeasure; the fear of that would, I think, be
sufficient to
shut his mouth.'
So I consented, and arranged with the governor for him to be
hiding in
my room about the middle of the next day; the time when I
usually
took my bath and he his siesta. And through the open door, he
might
hear and see all that passed. The next morning, having warned Zilla to allow no one to disturb
me
during my after-bath sleep, I directed Davy to gather a nice
bunch of
flowers and bring them to my boudoir. Meanwhile the governor entered by the secret door, and was duly
ensconced behind my bedroom door. Soon afterwards Davy appeared, his ebony face beaming and all
his
ivory flashing by way of contrast, while he held a glowing
bouquet in
his hand. He found me loosely dressed and lying on a sofa. I
said, 'Oh,
Davy, I am so glad you have come as I cannot sleep for these
horrid
flies, lay down the bouquet on the table, take my fan there, and
like a
good fellow keep them off while I try to get a little rest, for
I am tired
and sleepy.'
Davy took the fan and kneeling on a stool at my side, with the
quiet
noiseless movement of his race, discharged the office thus
imposed on
him. While I, overpowered with heat, lay tossing about and
affording
him sundry peeps at my fair arms and bosom. 'Oh, Davy, I am so
hot
that I cannot rest, could you unfasten my belt for me? It is
hooked
behind,' I said, turning over on my side. With deft and ready
fingers he
did what I required. 'Why, Davy, one would think you were trained as a lady's maid,'
I said,
turning on my back and raising one of my knees. 145
He grinned and said with inborn gallantry that I made him very
happy, and asked, could he do anything else to give me more
ease. I
smiled up at him, and said: 'Davy, you are a good attentive boy,
and
you see how much I trust you in having you by me while I sleep.'
Closing my eyes, I continued: 'Yes, there is one thing more I
think you
could do for me, and which I am too lazy to do myself, and that
is to
unbuckle my garters; they feel very tight now that I am so
warm.' Davy
almost bounded at the word, and quick as thought, his trembling
hands
were fumbling about my knees, while I pretended to be more than
half
asleep and totally regardless of his manoeuvres. My garters were
fastened above my knees, and the heat, I suppose, had caused my
thighs to swell, for he seemed to find considerable difficulty
in opening
the buckles; at last, and with some effort and much lifting of
my skirt to
see what he was doing and perhaps something more besides, he
succeeded with the leg that was raised, but the other he had to
lift
himself to facilitate the operation. He stooped a good deal, and
in
raising my leg managed to separate my thighs. I was conscious
that he
was most intently gazing up, but I lay quite motionless, as if
overpowered with sleep. Meanwhile, having removed the garters,
he
continued touching and softly pressing my thighs, first on the
outsides
and then on the inner parts, gradually lifting my dress more and
more. He now bent forward until his head was almost between my thighs,
and I heard him sniffing, as if he was perceiving and enjoying
that
subtle perfume which exhales from the cunt of every healthy
woman -
no matter how cleanly she is in her habits, or how particular
she may
be to keep her private parts nice and sweet. I could almost hear
his
heart beating as his trembling fingers approached the hairy
chink
which was now the great object of his desire and which lay so
temptingly within easy reach. At last his fingers touched the
outer
edges of the lips; as he perceived no shrinking from his touch,
he let his
hand rest lightly on the soft pouting ridges, and looking up
attentively
scanned the features of my face. At first, a slight twitching at the corners of my mouth seemed
to alarm
him; but I quickly brought the refractory muscles under command
and
the symptoms of heavy sleep prevailed; so he ventured again to
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investigate the object of his special interest and desire. He
softly
pushed his fingers in between the lips, and at the same time in
the
gentlest manner spread my thighs a little further apart. His
head bent
forward as if irresistibly drawn toward the magic spot. His
breath
stirred the hairs that grew around it. He kissed the lips. His
protruded
tongue entered and played around the soft recess. My nerves began to tingle and my clitoris to swell. To remain
quiet
longer was impossible - I stirred; he started up, looked caught,
and
seemed covered with confusion. To reassure him, I said in my
blandest
tones, 'Oh, Davy! I have had such a pleasant dream, I thought I
was
once more a child, bathing with my nurse, and that she was
kissing me
all over'; then glancing down, I continued; "But Davy I am sure
you
must have been looking at me, and touching me somewhere; did you
mistake me for your sweetheart?'
'No, missy, Davy hab no sweetheart, he lub nobody but missy
herself. Oh, missy! When I take off your two garters, I force look up,
and I did
see something; de bery opening ob heaven did shine out between
your
lubly thighs. Oh, missy! It too much for poor Davy; if you no
let him see
day heaven again, he die, dat sure.'
'Ah, Davy, I fear you are a foolish boy; however, I would not
wish you to
die; yet if I let you look again, you might boast of it to
somebody, and
that would grieve me and make me sorry for being so kind to you
and
trusting you so much.'
'Sweet missy, you may trust Davy, he die sooner than make you
sorry.'
'Well, then, Davy, to show you how much I trust you, you may
take one
peep, but only one, mind you.'
In a moment my dress was lifted up, my thighs widely separated,
and
Davy's head and shoulders between them. He darted on my cunt
like
some famished animal on its prey. He kissed its lips, and rubbed
his
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nose in the chink between; then thrusting in his tongue he
licked all
the inside, and up the passage as far as he could reach. This tasting of love, as pleasing to me as it was ravishing to
him, only
whetted his appetite and increased his excitement. He looked up again, and now his eyes seemed actually ablaze with
amorous fire as he exclaimed, 'Oh, missy! You have sweet cunt,
as juicy
as a melon and hot like a baked yam. It surely long for um
friend. Oh
look at um here. Darling missy, don't be angry wid poor Davy,'
he
pleaded as he pulled out a fine black tool of goodly size, with
a full
dark-coloured top, stiff and erect; and pushing it toward me, he
said,
'Feel um, missy,' emboldened by the look fo interest with which
he saw
that I regarded it. It throbbed as I felt it with my hand, and when my fingers
closed
around it, it gave a bound as if electrified by their touch. He now leaned over me, and with a most entreating look, said,
'Darling
missy, won't you let him in? he will fill you all up wid lub and
delight.'
'Well, Davy, I can hardly refuse you now, as I have let you go
so far; but
first see that the door into the veranda is bolted securely, you
need not
mind my bedroom door, no one can enter by that; and now let down
your pantaloons, or take them off altogether, that will be
better, it is so
warm. Now tuck your shirt well up, that will keep you cool.'
He obeyed with the utmost alacrity, and presented to view fine
muscular legs and shapely buttocks as he stooped over me and
gently
drew me across the couch. I twisted my body into such a position
as
would afford my dear old Charlie the fullest and most exciting
view of
the whole transaction. I smiled towards him, as I could just
distinguish
his face through the slightly open door. The room inside had been darkened for our purpose, but I could
see
that he was nodding approval, and rubbing up his tool with his
hands. 148
Meanwhile Davy, having raised up my thighs, had inserted the
point
of his weapon in the open sheath prepared for its reception and,
led on
by natural instinct, was working it forward and back with both
skill
and effect. Each time he drove it home, he grunted: 'Oh, missy! Oh!!' And as
the
feeling of pleasure grew more intense, the loudness of his tones
increased until, with his eyeballs almost starting out of his
head, he
shouted: 'O - ah! Ah - O!' and I felt a torrent of hot sperm
discharged
with unusual vigour into my throbbing and swimming receptacle. Davy desired a repetition, and was quite ready for it, too, and
so was I,
but my thoughts turned to my dear old Charlie. So I checked him
and
said: 'Not now, Davy, some other time. I will call you again;
you must
really put on your things now, and be off to your work; it would
never
do, you know, for anyone to find you here in my boudoir.'
He reluctantly obeyed, and getting into his trousers set himself
to
rights. I then let him kiss me, and promised to receive him soon
again,
on which, after a loving hug, he hastily withdrew. I bolted the door after him, and turned to meet Charlie, who now
entered, radiant with smiles and holding his prick in a state of
unusual
stiffness in his hand. Folding me in his arms, he thanked me for
the
great pleasure i had afforded him, and commended what he called
my
extraordinary cleverness in conducting the affair in such a
natural and
satisfactory manner. I said: 'I am glad you liked it, Charlie, and I may tell you
that the
thought that you were looking on and enjoying it too increased
my
own pleasure tenfold; and I am now ready, as you see, to give
this poor
fellow a specially warm and lubricious reception. Look how red
and
swollen the lips are! And see what a lot of white oily spunk is
trickling
down the furrow! Now pop him in, and he will feel the welcome I
have
ready for him.'
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He then revelled as usual in my excited and well-moistened cunt;
and
after a most enjoyable fuck, accompanied by expressions of
fondest
endearment, took his departure. 150 CHAPTER 2
THE TRAINING OF SUSY About this time Zilla, who rendered me willing and valuable aid
in my
efforts to please the old governor, received into her charge a
pretty
young girl to train as lady's maid. She was the orphan daughter
of a
soldier, Susy by name and just fifteen years of age. The
governor was
greatly pleased when he heard of it and said it would be such a
treat to
see her in the bath with me and hear us talk together, and 'my
Queenie
knows the kind of talk that will please her old Charlie best.'
I planned the matter with Zilla, who was to be her initiator in
the first
instance and who promised carefully to report progress to me.
She
therefore brought her to her own room, and they slept together
the first
night. Next morning when Zilla attended me as usual she told me
she
had no difficulty in obtaining Susy's fullest confidence; that
she had a
charming little cunt with smooth lips and just a suspicion of
light silky
hair at that part of the projection where the slit begins; that
the little
rosy clitoris was very sensitive and easily excited, and that
altogether,
from her disposition and previous learning, she was fitted and
prepared in no ordinary degree for all kinds of amorous sports
and
enjoyments. Zilla also fount out that although Susy had not as yet been
regularly
fucked, she was perfectly familiar with the act and knew the
names of
all the parts employed - and liked to talk about them too; that
she had
seen her mother fucked by other men besides her own husband; and
that one of the officers had frequently petted and looked at her
cunny
as a child, and taught her to frig and suck his prick. I said I
would like
her to attend me when taking my midday bath, and went on, 'You
may
tell her, Zilla, as if from yourself, you know, that the more
free and
unconstrained she is with me, the better I will like her, and
that
nothing would please me more than to hear from herself a full
and
minute account of all she has ever seen and heard of these
interesting
matters, for I am exceedingly curious about such subjects.'
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The old governor was delighted when I told him all this,
especially
when he heard that Susy had a smooth little fat cunt with
scarcely any
hair on it. 'How I shall enjoy,' he said, 'seeing her naked with
you in the
bath!'
So on the following day, I had him snugly ensconced in the towel
press,
seated on a chair and able through a slit in the door to see and
hear all
that passed in the bathroom. I was soon
puris naturatibus, but I observed that
she hesitated about
pulling off her shirt. 'Why Susy!' I said, laughing, 'You don't mind my seeing you
naked, I
hope; it is natural enough to be ashamed before men, but it is
excess of
modesty for women to mind one another, for I expect we are all
furnished pretty much after the same fashion. That's right,' I
continued,
as she drew her shirt over her head, 'and certainly,' I said,
drawing her
toward me and putting one hand on her bottom and the other on
her
smooth plump little cunny, 'you have no reason to hesitate, for
you
seem very nicely furnished for so young a girl; come: let us
compare
together.' of course my object was to make the girl display her
young
charms in the fullest manner, and to lead her on to lascivious
talk so as
to give more gratification to my dear old Charlie, who was, I
knew, at
the moment, rubbing up his old cock as he feasted his eyes on
her
budding cunt of fourteen summers. I drew her forward to race the press, and passing my hand over
her
pretty rising mount, asked, 'Is it ling, dear, since these silky
hairs began
to sprout?'
'No, missy, it is only within the last month that I observed any
hair to be
growing there.'
'These fat round lips are very soft, and this funny little lump
between,
how it slips about, do you often pet it with your finger?'
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'Sometimes, miss,' she said, as she laughed and blushed. I laughed too, and as I frigged her, said: 'Susy, you and I will
be good
friends, I think. and now, let me assure you that the more
confidence
you have in me, the better I will like you; and besides, I know
very well
what girls are, and that no matter how demure they are before
men,
when they are among themselves, they delight in unrestrained
liberty,
both of speech and action. And moreover, I don't think the worse
of a
girl, provided it be done wisely and discreetly. Now tell me,
dear, was
this pretty little chink every touched by a man?' I asked, still
continuing the frigging, so that she twisted and started as
often as I
pressed the sensitive top of her tiny clitoris. 'Yes, miss, Oh!'
'By more than one?'
'Yes, miss.'
'Often?'
'Yes, miss.'
'Ah! I thought so and I like you all the better. Now let us take
our bath,
and we can finish our talk afterward.' We then stepped in and
enjoyed
the refreshing effects of the cool water while we dipped and
splashed
about. Susy grew more familiar as we played and toyed together, and
became
quite affectionate as she dried me afterward. Before we put on our things again, I said, 'Sit down here with
me
awhile, Susy; lean back and open your thighs, you have a
charming
little loose chink and I want to get a good view of it; now tell
me, who
touched it first, and how did he do it; but first tell me, do
you know my
name for it?
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'I do, miss, but I am ashamed to say it?'
'Why need you be ashamed? is it cunt?'
'It is, miss.'
'Well, say it.'
'Cunt.'
'And before you proceed, what is a cunt for?'
'Oh, it is for - for-'
'Out with it.'
'Well, it is for fucking.'
'With what?'
'La, miss, you want me to say everything.'
'Of course I do.'
'Well the, fucked by a prick.'
'Good girl, now go on.'
'Well, miss, the first man who touched my cunt was captain
Joyce. My
mother was her washerwoman and she used to send me to carry home
his clothes. He always got me to put them away for him in his
drawers. He knew the time of my coming and generally had cakes and
something nice for me to eat. One day he kissed me and called me
his
pretty little maid. He quickly saw that I felt flattered, for at
that time I
thought it a great thing to be kissed by an officer. Then he got
me to sit
on his knee and tickled me, first under my arms then between my
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things; at last he got his hand upon my cunt, and after awhile
he
prevailed on me to lie back, open my legs and let him look at
it; and
what do you think, nothing would satisfy him but to kiss and
lick the
inside with his tongue! Was that not horrible?'
'Not at all, dear Susy, it is quite a natural thing for a man to
kiss and
suck the cunt of a nice girl like you; why I have known even
women to
kiss each other's cunts; but go on, what did he do? did he show
you his
prick at all?'
'Indeed he did, he coaxed me even to unbutton his trousers, and
take it
out with my own hand, and then he showed me how to frig it up
and
down, and got me to kiss it and suck its head; one day he
stropped me
stark naked, and placed me across his lap with my bottom to his
belly,
and he pressed his standing prick along my slit in front, while
I frigged
it with one hand, and stirred his balls with the other, and soon
a lot of
hot milk spurted out of it all over my belly.'
'Did he ever try to get it into your cunt?'
'Yes, often, but I was quite too small, though he hurt me a good
deal.'
'Did you ever see anyone fucked, Susy?'
'Oh, dear yes, I saw my mother fucked, and indeed most of the
women
in the barracks.'
'I am so glad; tell me everything and all about it; but, I
declare, Susy, I
do believe you are spending - stay let me taste it'; and putting
my
hands under her plump little bottom, and my face between her
widely
spread thighs, I rubbed my nose in the sweet savoury chink, and
lapped up the hot rich juice that exuded from its excited
depths. 'Dear miss, how pleasant that is,' she said, wriggling about,
'how kind
and good you are! I never felt anything so nice; let me kiss and
suck
your sweet cunt in return.'
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'Here then, Susy, I will hold it open for you while you suck it,
and slip
the tip of your finger into my bottom, I love to be tickled
there at the
same time, yes, that is very pleasant.'
I lay back, so that Charlie might have a good side view of my
cunt
while Susy sucked it, and as she leaned forward, her own pretty
little
bum with its round hole just over the rosy chink of her cunt was
turned
to him too. 'O! Susy dear! I am spending now, suck it, love, suck my cunt,'
and
putting down my hands, I pressed her head between the
wide-spread
thighs as I felt the sweet suction of her lips on the clitoris
and the point
of her tongue darting into the sensitive orifice beneath. 'That is a good girl, you gave me great pleasure, Susy; I must
see that
you are nicely fucked some of these days; how would you like to
feel a
good prick going into this little chink?'
'It would feel very nice, I am sure, but would you really like
to see me
fucked, miss?'
'That depends upon whom you were fucked by; how would you like
to
be fucked by the governor?'
'La, miss, sure he would not care to fuck a girl like me.'
'Why not, Susy, you could give him as much pleasure as the
finest lady
in the land.'
'Oh, but isn't he too old? He might not care for that sort of
thing now.'
'Ah, he is not as old as he looks! What's more, I have reason to
know,' I
said smilingly, 'that he enjoys a fuck now as much as ever he
did in his
life.'
She opened her eyes and looked at me in earnest and excited
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'What I mean, Susy, is he has no wife now, and you know, a man
needs a
woman at times, and I am sure you are just the one he would like
to
have; and if you are inclined to gratify him, I would not in the
least
object, for I am very fond of him and like to have him pleased,
and then
he would be very good to you, and might be of service to your
mother,
too.'
'Well, miss, I will let him, as it pleases you - if he cares for
it himself; but
how and when can it be done?'
'Oh! I will manage that. He will be taking supper with me
tonight; you
and Zilla will be there to open oysters for us, and then perhaps
we shall
all have some fun together; in the meantime, if you care for it,
you may
have a little play with Davy in the garden.'
She blushed crimson and said, 'Why miss, you don't think that I
play
with Davy?'
'No, but he plays with you, and is not that much the same thing.
Ah you
little rogue! You thought that I saw him kiss you this very
morning,
and, if I mistake not, run his hand up to where your little
fanny hides
herself.'
'Oh, my, miss! What sharp eyes you have! It was a great piece of
impudence in him, but he shan't do it again; if he does, I will
give him
such a slap as he won't forget in a hurry.'
'Oh, well, don't be cruel, Davy is a merry boy and full of fun;
I don't
think he means any harm; now go, I am not angry, as you see.'
I was quickly in dear old Charlie's arms; oh! How he fondled and
praised me. Love's vocabulary was exhausted in the effort to
fined
sufficient terms of endearment and delight. We had a delicious fuck. And here, let me say a word in
explanation. After an unusually wide experience in the matters, I prefer the
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embraces of an elderly man, provided he has not enfeebled by
early
excess or self-abuse. As a rule young men are too hasty and
precipitate, and their only thought seems to be self
gratification. Whereas, an elderly man is usually more deliberate in his action
and
more anxious that the woman he is with should fully participate
in the
pleasure, so that she might more lovingly respond to his
emotion; as
Byron tunefully expresses it:
All who joy win, must share it -
Happiness was born a twin. An elderly man also is generally more fond and tender in his
love and
far less exacting in his demands. But another deeper reason for this partiality arose from the
different
way in which the act itself is regarded by the two sexes. Man,
who is
perhaps by nature and training more selfish, generally looks for
pleasure irrespective of the female who supplies it, anyone in
fact that
suits his purpose will do. it is not so with woman, at least not
generally,
and I know my own sex well; their chief and highest
gratification arises
from their capacity to import enjoyment to the man they love,
and
hence they seldom care for the venereal connection except with
one
whom they esteem and love. Of course, I don't refer here to
those who
from unfortunate necessity are obliged to grant favours to
anyone who
will pay for them; for such as they the poet speaks when he
declares:
Let all mankind this certain maxim hold,
Marry who will, our sex is to be sold. With empty hands not tassels you can lure,
But fulsome love for gain we can endure;
For gold we love the impotent and old. And heave, and pant, and kiss, and cling for gold. I refer only to those who bestow their favour freely, without
that
wretched greed for money or costly presents which degrades so
many. 158
And with respect to such, I consider that Byron slanders us when
he
reproduces the French maxim:
In her first passion, woman loves her lover,
In all others, all she loves is love. Now my dear old Charlie, though not perhaps the object of my
first
passion, had really gained possession of my heart's best
affection, and I
therefore enjoyed and reciprocated in his embrace with a warmth
I
experienced with no other man. I found him always kind, gentle and considerate, and, what would
have been a special charm in the eyes of many, he was absolutely
free
from all tinge of the green-eyed monster, jealousy. On the contrary, instead of restricting me in dispensing my
favours, he
was continually urging me to form fresh connections and seek
out-ofthe-
way adventures. Provided I kept his secret inviolate, and that he occupied the
first
place in my affections, he rather rejoiced in the number and
variety of
my lovers; in fact there was not an aide de camp or officer in
attendance whom he did not suggest as a likely subject for an
amorous
intrigue; but more of this anon. Now, as he lay soaking in my
arms, he
asked me to tell him more about Susy and Davy. 'But, how quick
the
fellow was in making up to her!'
'It turns out,' I said, 'that they are old friends. His father
has charge of
the barracks garden, and Davy worked there with him, and often
brought Susy in to get fruit. So this morning he went out to
renew her
acquaintance. He seemed delighted to meet her again, and drawing
her under the shade of wide-spreading banana trees, he took her
in his
arms, felt her young breasts, and then suddenly stooping ran his
hand
up her petticoat. I saw it all, for I was watching through the
jalousies,
and although she pretended to me that she was very angry, she
certainly showed no displeasure at the time, so far as I could
observe,
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for she remained quiet, and even opened her thighs to give him
more
room; what more might have happened I would not venture to say
had
not Zilla come into the garden to call her; when she heard
Zilla's voice,
she jumped and ran to meet her.'
'What fun it would be, if we could watch them together! Could
you
manage it, Queenie?'
'Well, I might; the kiosk at the end of the grounds commands the
whole
garden. I pass much of my time there reading in the upper room.
If we
could get there without being seen by them, we might watch all
their
manoeuvres and see everything they did through the jalousies.
But
perhaps the plan would be to take Davy into my confidence, and
let
him know beforehand that I was looking on and that he was giving
me
pleasure, as well as getting it himself. You might, without his
knowledge, enter the grounds by the wicket gate close to the
kiosk,
and be there before me.'
'That is a capital notion, Queenie; arrange with him for
tomorrow
forenoon, and I will come around after dispatching my letters
and
telling them inside that I am going for a walk; but what would
you
think of calling him in now, settling with him, and giving him a
little
sport as a reward? The very thought of it is stirring me up, and
making
me disposed for a second turn.'
'Very well,' I replied, 'Go in there and conceal yourself while
I call him
in; I dare say he won't be slow in availing himself of the
opportunity.'
So leaving the governor to settle himself again behind the door
in my
darkened room, I stepped into the garden and called Davy. After a moment, he showed himself at the farther end, looking
flustered and hurriedly getting his dress into order, while at
the same
time I caught a glimpse of Susy's skirt as she hastily
disappeared
through a side door. 160
'I want a bunch of geraniums to take with me in the carriage.
Davy,
gather some, please, and bring them into my room.'
He quickly followed me with the flowers in his hand. As I took
them
from him, I said, 'I am sorry to have disturbed you just now,
Davy, what
were you and Susy about?'
'Oh, missy, I was talking to her and she wanted to kiss me,' he
said
grinning. 'Very good, and you, Joseph-like, ran from her?'
'No, no, miss, Davy nebba run from a petticoat.'
'I believe you, Davy, you are too fond of what is under the
petticoat;
forgive me for having called you away from it.'
'Ah! Missy, I have been just longing for you to call me again as
you
promised; Oh, missy, may I now, just one leetle feel?'
'Well, Davy, if I let you for a moment, will you be very good
and do
everything I ask you?'
'Dat I will, everything.'
He went on his knees, and I quickly felt one of his black paws
roving
over my bottom, and the other exploring my well-moistened cunt. 'Oh, how soft!' he muttered, smacking his large fleshy lips, 'it
all melting
wid lub; let me look.' I helped him to raise my dress. 'Oh, it
hab bright
colour - red as de rose; and a lubly smell, like one pinky; let
me kiss um
- oo-oo-ah; and suck um; it hab sweet juice like one sowsap.'
'Now, Davy, stand up before me while I sit on the sofa so; I
want to see
what you like,' I said, drawing out his black tool, 'why, it is
all hot and
moist, what were you doing with it?'
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'Oh, missy, don't you know? Susy was kissing it. 'Then it must have been with the mouth between her legs; I know
by
the smell it has; you may as well tell me honestly; I won't be
angry with
you.'
'Well, missy, I won't tell you one lie, I had just given her one
little poke,
and was going to begin the second time, when you called me. I
felt
angry then, but I glad now.'
'Has Susy a nice cunt? Did you every fuck it before?'
'No, missy, but I kissed it. it is very nice, and you can see it
all very plain,
for it hab scarcely any cubbering, and it bery smooth to suck;
but oh
missy, I nebba see cunny so nice, and soft, and beautiful as
yours; may I
get in and hab one little fuck?'
'Yes, Davy, but listen first. I want to see you fuck Susy. To
enable me to
do so, you will have to bring her into the lower part of the
kiosk in the
garden, and lay her down on the matting in the corner, with her
clothes
well thrown up, you know, so that when I look down through the
floor
of the room above I may see all that you do. I will be there
tomorrow
forenoon and Susy will be sent into the garden while she thinks
I am
out riding. And if you do it well, and have plenty of talk too,
I will give
you a reward soon. Do you understand?'
Davy grinned with satisfaction. 'Good missy, Davy will do all he
can to
please.'
I then leaned back, spread my thighs, and let him push in his
engine of
love, turning him so that Charlie might have a view of it as it
glided in
and out between the clinging lips of my cunt. 'Now Davy, my boy, push home; what do black people say you are
doing now?'
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'I braggin, missy.'
'And what name have they for the tool itself.'
'Tommy, miss.'
'And what do they call the woman's thing?'
'The whole in her crack.'
'And what is your tommy doing now?'
'He just going to puke. Oh! Oh!!'
'Let him puke away, then.'
Davy now pounded away with all his might, and just as the seed
was
gushing from him, he let out a tremendous rouser, which so
tickled the
governor's fancy that he fairly laughed out, but Davy was in
such a
commotion that he did not observe it. I then sent him out and gratified my Charlie with another
inspection,
but would not let him emit; I wanted to save his force for the
evening. After dinner the governor came openly into my part of the
grounds
and strolled about with me until suppertime; then we entered my
boudoir where the lights were burning, and the windows carefully
closed. Zilla and Susy were in attendance, and we had a good
deal of
chaffing with them while they were opening the oysters. The
governor
insisted on their taking some champagne to refresh them after
their
exertions, and we soon all grew very merry. The governor began
to kiss
and tickle them, they retaliated, and Zilla even pulled his
beard; in
return, he ran his hand up her petticoat and seized the hair of
her cunt. She pretended to be angry, and squealed out; Susy came to the
rescue
and the melee was tumbled on the floor with her clothes tossed
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Zilla laughed, and cried: 'Oh, for shame, Susy, you have shown
the
governor everything you have between your legs.'
Susy struggled to get up, but I held her down, saying, 'Don't
mind, Susy,
you are just as nice there as any of us; we'll have a peep at
Zilla herself
by and by.'
Meantime the governor pounced on her, and getting his head
between
her legs began to kiss her smooth little cunt. Then, at a nod from me, Zilla unfastened his braces, while I
unbuttoned
his trousers in front, and drawing out his prick and balls,
cried: 'Now
then, governor, you are cleared for action; engage under the old
flag
that for forty years has braved the battle and the breezes.'
Susy struck
her colours to keep up the metaphor as the governor ranged
alongside,
and with open arms and legs received him in to her sally-port. Zilla knelt in front, and holding up her dress, gratified him
with a few
and feel of her luscious thick-lipped savoury cunt, while I
guided his
not over-stiff affair into Susy's tender recess, letting it slip
in and out
through my fingers as I slapped and pinched his bottom to
stimulate
his efforts. He ran the usual race of pleasure, and with loud and repeated
grunts
testified his satisfaction at reaching the desired goal. Then when he had put himself to rights, he kissed me, and said,
'Darling
Queenie, you and your charming maids have given me very great
pleasure, I look forward to many happy reunions here; meanwhile,
let
me remind them, I rely implicitly on their secrecy and
discretion, and
they shall not repent of pleasing me.'
He then took his departure and we finished the supper by
ourselves,
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SUSY'S ACCOUNT OF
HER EXPERIENCES OF BARRACK LIFE The kiosk referred to in the last chapter was a light ornamental
structure built in the Turkish style, consisting of two storeys
and
commanding a beautiful and extensive view of the government
grounds and also a large portion of the island. The lower part was used for keeping garden tools and implements
and
rolls of matting for covering young trees and plants. The upper
part
was luxuriously furnished with loungers and easy-chairs; and the
windows were protected with outside shutters and jalousies. It
was
sheltered by a fine old tamarind tree, and was a cool and
delightful
retreat in the hot sultry weather that prevailed. I passed much of my time there, and often received Charlie, and
other
privileged guests. For though living in the house as the
governor's
daughter I acted in all respects as my own mistress. The next forenoon, I started to pay some visits, but soon
re-entered the
grounds by the wicket gate of which I kept the key, leaving the
door
unfastened after me. Then having given some directions to Davy
that
would keep him for a time at the further end of the grounds, I
returned
to the kiosk. The governor soon joined me, and after a few warm caresses,, and
a
sight and kiss of my cunt, which latter salute he never omitted,
he
cautiously raised one of the loose boards of the floor. Then he arranged the rugs and matting so that we could recline
at our
ease and at the same time see and hear all that passed in the
place
below. We had scarcely made all comfortable, when we heard Davy's
voice. 165
'Come in here, Susy, my lub, dis nice cool place. Missy is out,
and de
garden door locked, so dere is nobody to bodder nor disturb us;
sit
down on dis nice clean matting, and we will take our fill ob lub
and
delight.'
He then threw off his jacket, and helped Susy to remove
everything
but her handkerchief and shirt; then, making her lean back, he
spread
her legs wide open, and pushed a roll of matting under her
bottom,
which caused her fair smooth little cunny to stand out and
project in a
most lascivious manner. The governor watched it eagerly, while I petted his slowly
stiffening
tool, and with loving touch sustained its drooping head. Davy threw a knowing glance upward, and went on, 'Do you mind,
Susy, the night when you and I were hiding in the cupboard, and
we
saw Sergeant Tompson on top of your mammy; and she clutched and
hugged him as he darted his great tool in and out of her hairy
crack;
and how I wondered at your liking to look at dat secret place
where
did you gib yur first squeak?'
Susy, who was evidently enjoying Davy's lustful toyings, and
whose
wanton fingers were at the same time busy manipulating his fine
standing prick, replied, 'Why should I not look at it, when she
let me
see it so often before; shall I tell you how I saw it first?'
'Do, Susy, my lub, dere is nothing I would so much like to
hear.'
'Well, one night my dad and Corporal Simms agreed to exchange
wives, and all went to bed together; they had all been drinking,
and I
suppose that would be their excuse; however, when they came to
the
bed, I was in it fast asleep. Mother said something about not
disturbing
the child, but they all laughed, and dad said: "She's now a
well-grown
girl, and her time for being fucked will soon come, so she may
as well
have her first lesson now." Whereupon they took me up and
stripped
me naked like themselves. When they all got on the bed, dad
rammed
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his prick into Mrs Simms' cunt, while the corporal hoisted
mother's legs,
and slapping her behind, said: 'Look here, Susy, when will you
have a
cunt like this?" and he drew open a pair of great hairy lips,
showing a
long red chink extending from the furry mound of her belly down
to
her bottom. And not content with my looking at it, he took my
hand
and rubbed my fingers up and down in that moist furrow. 'Now, Susy, I'm going to fuck your mother, and if I can knock as
fine a
child as you out of her, I'll be proud - here hold my prick, and put it in."
I felt excited, and not a little curious to see how it was done,
so I placed
the red swollen nob at the end of his prick in the hot crevice
of mother's
cunt, and felt the whole prick slipped through my fingers and
passed
up into her belly until the balls pressed hard upon her bottom. 'Mother only laughed, and said, "In for a penny, in for a
pound." And
drawing me up, she made me lie with my bottom by her face, and
my
cunt turned up, so that the corporal could lick and suck it
while he
fucked her. This seemed to afford him great delight, for he
sucked my
cunt with such force that he almost sent me wild; while mother
bit my
bottom as she shook under the impetus of his heavy prods, I
could
distinctly hear the sound made by his prick as it rushed in and
out
between the unctuous lips of her receptacle. 'Dad, who was lying on Mrs Simms stretched alongside, though in
the
contrary direction, and hammering at her cunt with his muscular
backside, now turned his flushed face toward us, and seeing how
I was
placed, panted out: 'Ho! They have got Susy between them; how
the
corporal sucks her cunny while he fucks her mother; put your
hand
here, child, and you will feel your father at the same sort of work."
'He then raised himself to let me see the whole of his large
prick, as he
drew it out of the hairy sheath into which it had been plunged.
Child
though I was, I was quite familiar with all these things; I
liked the look
of it, it seemed so strong and full of life and had such a
bright ruddy
colour. So I willingly put my hand on it and held it firmly as
he drove it
again into the pouting mouth that seemed to devour it with such
relish
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and satisfaction. It slipped easily through my fingers for it
was greasy
with moisture and glowing with heat. 'Well, Susy, dey war queer women dat libbid in dat barrack room;
but
sogers' wives and sogers themselves seem to lib for nutting else
dan
shagging and drinking. You hab oder funny tings to tell, I know,
but
you see dis here chap won't wait; see how he nods his head; he
smell a
rat in dis here little hole, and he long to poke in his nose;
now open
wide and push up to him -ugh! Hold im - Susy - hold im - he
going to
turn sick - shall I take him out?'
'Davy, you're an ass - you black fellows can never fuck like
other
people - you make such an awful splutter and commotion - can't
you
be decent, and don't be letting all the world know what you are
doing.'
The old governor shook with fun and enjoyment. He whispered to
me,
'Queenie, your plan has turned out a great success. That Davy of
ours is
quite a genius in his way. Susy and he are well matched and
improve
one another by their contrast; I owe them something for they
have
given me a glorious cockstand. Get over me, my pet and put this
shameless fellow out of sight.'
He then carefully closed the aperture in the floor, and gave
himself up
to the enjoyment of his own sensations. 'How uncommonly tight you are, Queenie! After all the fucking
you
have had, you have the most wonderful power of contradiction I
ever
met with in any woman; I feel not only a strong suction at the
entrance
but a powerful grip the further I push in; how do you manage
it?'
'Oh! It is just a knack I have learned. Do you like that?'
'Yes, it is very delicious - I feel as if my whole soul were in
my prick,
and as if, at the point of it, it formed a junction with your
own - Oh! Oh!
I can't help groaning out - I hope they won't hear me. But I
think they
are talking again - let us listen.'
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He then put up his again shrunken tool, and having softly
removed the
covering from the opening, we reclined as before. 'davy, what's that queer muttering I heard?'
'Parrots, Susy, de parrots in de tamarind tree, dey are trying
to copy us,'
he said with a grin, 'but dey cannot get beyond de sound.'
'It seemed to me, more overhead; what's upstairs, Davy?'
'On it is dere Missy Queenie sits and reads in de heat ob de
day. Dat is
de way up, but she out now, and she always keeps de door
locked.' Susy
got up and tried the door, but fortunately we had bolted it
inside; so
finding it fastened, she returned to the side of Davy, and
amused
herself playing with his prick and balls. Davy glanced up again, as he said, 'Go on, Susy, tell us
something more
of what you seen in dat barrack room - warn't dere a girl,
called Nelly
Sykes, just about your age?'
'Oh, yes, Nell and I were great friends, it was from her I
learned almost
everything, for she was older, and had seen more than me; her
mother
had the far end of the room, which was always thought the pest
part. You know, it was a long room with six windows, and the six
married
women on the strength were all lodged there, but it was
curtained off,
so that each couple had a window and a space about it to
themselves. The fun of it was that the men coming in from guard, often under
drink,
were continually making mistakes and getting into the wrong
beds. Most of the women thought little of this and after having the
full
benefit of the men while they were fresh would then ramble about
until they found their husbands and lug them back to their own
compartments. 'But there was one, a Mrs Morgan, who pretended to be very
particular,
and she was always trying to set us all to right, but everybody
disliked
her, for she was a great scold. She often kicked up a row at
night, when
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the wrong man got into her bed; but the men all declared that
she
never discovered the mistake until she had been well fucked and
got
from them all they were able to give; then she would shout:
"Morgan!
Morgan! Come to your own bed; here is somebody else got in by
mistake"; and if he did not respond, she would jump up and go
round
the room in search, waking everybody and scolding all round. '"Mrs Sykes! I do wonder at you! What do you mean by keeping
that
rapscallion of mine, you ought to know better!"
'"How can I help him, Mrs Morgan, when he won't go; and you're
worse
yourself, for you have had my man with you this lat quarter of
an hour,
and were quiet enough until now; out with you, and don't be
ballyraggin in that fashion."
'"Nell and I used to enjoy all this amazingly. We often followed
the
men when they came in, and crept under the curtains after they
got
into bed. We would then get close up alongside, and listen to
every
sound and word. Sometimes we even ventured to push our hands
between the sheets and feel them fucking; when they were at all
muddled or excited they never minded us, and many a good feel we
had of their slimy pricks as they passed in and out of the wide
hairy
gaps of the women. 'When Nell and I were by ourselves, we could talk of nothing
else:
"What a queer thing fucking is, Susy!" she would say, "it is
such
slobbery work, it must make them feel very nasty."
'"It can't be very nasty, when they are all so fond of it. Did
you mind
how Mrs Morgan hugged the corporal last night, and pushed up t
him,
though she knew right well, I am sure, it wasn't Morgan himself;
and
then without saying a word how she got over him and gave him her
cunt to lick; how would you like to be licked there, Susy?"
'"I am sure it must feel very nice; did anybody ever lick yours, Nelly?"
170
She laughed: "Well, let me look at your little fanny, and I will tell you."
'"Oh! I don't object in the lease if you care to see it," and I
held up my
frock; "but you must show me yours at the same time."
'"Well, lean back and let me kiss your smooth little slit, and
you can
kiss mine afterward if you like."
'She then got her head between my thighs, and holding open the
lips,
she sucked my clitoris, and tickled it so with her tongue that
she almost
made me spend in her mouth. 'Then she lay back, and poked out her mossy chink for me to
tickle and
kiss. It had lots of short curly hair about it, and the clitoris
was very big,
and it grew bigger as I rubbed it and pushed my fingers into the
opening below. '"Now Nelly, tell me who has been kissing it, and making the
passage
so wide and roomy."
'"Shall I tell you how it all commenced."
'"Yes do, that is what I mean."
'"Here goes then: do you mind the night when my dad was carried
in
tipsy, and was confined in the guard room?'
'"I do well."
'"That night, I went to Sergeant Luby, into his room, to ask him
to get
father off; he's colour sergeant, you know, and has great
influence with
the captain. He put his arm around me, and said, 'You are a good
girl,
Nelly, for being so fond of your father; but what will you do
for me, if I
get him off?'
'"What would you like me to do, sergeant?' I asked. 171
'"I would like you to give me twenty kisses.'
'"That I will, as many as you like,' I said, holding up my
mouth, and
throwing my arms around his neck. '"Oh, but anybody may kiss your mouth, I want you to kiss me
where
you kiss nobody else.'
'"How could I kiss you except with my mouth?'
'"Have you not another little mouth lower down? That's the mouth
I
want you to kiss me with.'
'"His meaning now dawned on me, and I hung my head. '"Let me see where it is, and I will show you well it can kiss,'
and he
pressed his hand on the bottom of my belly, and began to pull up
my
dress. '"Oh, sergeant, mother is crying in the room; get my dad out,
and send
him to her, and then I will let you.'
'"I was knowing enough, you see to secure my bargain first. '"Well, my little pet, that's fair; but if I go and get him out,
will you stay
here, and wait until I return?'
'"I will, sergeant, but don't be long.'
'Just let me feel it for a moment, and then I will go.' He
quickly got his
hand on my cunt, and began to pinch the lips, and rub his
fingers in the
slit. After a moment, he rose hastily and went to his press, and
taking
out a book placed it in my hands, saying: 'Here's something that
will
amuse you while I am away,' and he went off smelling his fingers
as he
left me. 172
'"That was the funny book; it was full of coloured pictures of
naked men
and naked women; and the men had the finest pricks ever seen,
and
the women the biggest cunts. They were sucking and frigging and
fucking in every way that could be imagined. The sight of them
made
my blood boil. I raised my dress and rubbed my cunt in the vain
attempt to relieve the intolerable itching I felt there. So
absorbed was I
with the pictures and my own sensations, that I never noticed
the
return of the sergeant until he was close-up; when he burst out
laughing observing my excitement, and the manner in which I was
trying to alleviate it. 'Bravo! Little woman - you have the
right stuff in
you - but I will show you a trick worth two of that.' He then
took me in
his arms, and kissing me, said: 'But first I must tell you that
your dad is
free. I had him safely taken to your mother, for he was not able
to go
himself. Now let me see the little mouth we were talking of
before I
went out.'
'"Of course, I had to yield to his wishes now, so I let him
place me lying
across his bed on my back, and naked from my waist down. He then
knelt on the floor, and shoving his hands under my bottom began
to
kiss and lick my cunt. 'There - my little pet, I have taught you
a new
way of kissing, how do you like it?'
'"It is very pleasant, but now you have got the twenty kisses
you asked
for, won't you let me go?'
'"I will, Nelly, but first I want to show you something. You
seemed to
like looking at the pictures; now look at the reality,' and he
pulled out
his fine standing prick. I sat up to look at it as he asked me.
'Put your
hand on it dear; you are a clever good-natured girl.' How well
these
men know our love of flattery. He saw that I liked his praise,
and
taking my hand, he placed it on the nervous shaft of his
animated
prick. 'You have delicate fingers like a lady, and they feel
soft and
tender to the touch; now move it up and down - this way - put
your
other hand down here; these two round things are the stones
which
hold the seed, the stuff, you know, of which children are made.
Did you
ever see it Nelly?'
173
'"No, sergeant.'
'"Would you wish to see what it is like?'
'" I would, sergeant.'
'"Well, close your fingers firmly round, now gently push back
this loose
skin all the way; see how that makes the head get redder and
stand up
more erect! Go on that way - softly up and down - now hold your
hand
Oh! Oh! There it comes! And such a lot of thick white stuff like
starch
spouted out and ran down the sides. '"The sergeant gasped and lay back, and his prick became quite
soft
and much smaller. After resting awhile, he sat up, and pulling
me
across his lap made me rub my bottom and cunt against his prick.
'That
will bring him back to life again,' and sure enough, I felt it
grow quite
hard between my thighs. Then lifting me up, he placed its top
between
the lips of my slit. 'Now push down; once you get it in, it will
feel so
nice.'
'"I like the touch of it in that most sensitive spot, and so
pressed down as
he asked me, but the moment it began to enter, I felt a terrible
smart. 'Oh! Oh! It is hurting me. Oh! I can't bear it.' But he only put
his strong
hands on my shoulders and forced me down. The cruel wretch, only
thinking of his pleasure, was altogether heedless of my cries of
pain; in
fact, judging from the fire in his eye, I do believe he enjoyed
it all the
more for my anguish. Be that as it may, the whole of his great
tool
passed up into my belly, and the lips of my cunt rested on the
hair
which clustered round the roots of his prick. '"I almost fainted at first but in a few moments, when he began
to move
it softly again, a most heavenly feeling succeeded and I hugged
and
kissed him in the greatest delight. I have been with him often
since,
and that is why you find me so wide and room."
174
'Such was Nelly's account of how she was first sucked and
fucked. And
now, Davy, I must be off; it would not do for Miss Queenie to
find me
idling with you when she returned. So for the present, goodbye.'
175 CHAPTER 4
DICK'S LETTERS It will no doubt gratify my readers to hear something of my old
friend
Dick. During this period, I received several letters from him
acquainting me with the progress he made in his studies and
describing various love adventures, which he narrated in glowing
terms and with great particularity of detail. I will therefore interrupt the course of my story by introducing
a brief
account of these proceedings, not however in the disconnected
way in
which he wrote them but placed together in the form of a
continuous
narrative. After arranging his college matters, he went about looking for
suitable
lodgings. The ones he selected were kept by a widow named Mrs
Bond,
and what chiefly influenced him in making the selection, was, as
he
told me, that the hall door was opened by a pretty clean-looking
girl
called Polly, with a bright smiling face, and about seventeen
years of
age. So finding the situation good, the rooms comfortable, the rent
moderate, the landlady agreeable and, above all, that Polly was
to
wait upon him, he at once agreed to the terms and his traps
brought
from the hotel. He soon learned also that Mrs Bond had two daughters; the elder,
Mary, was a quiet ladylike girl who played and sang well, and
was
nineteen years of age; the younger, Jemima, more generally
called Jim,
was a lassie of thirteen, still attending school, but when at
home, full of
fun and up to every kind of lark. Dick, being large hearted and
ambitious of making conquests, determined on going in for the
whole
three, and even the mother herself, who was of the fat, fair and
forty
school, was not excluded from the range of his far-reaching
desires. He
therefore laid himself out to please them all by every means in
his
power. In doing so he tried to adapt himself to the tastes and
ideas of
each; to the widow, he was affable and good, and all that was
proper
176
and becoming; he sang and played with Mary, listened to her
music
and performance; he romped with Jim, and filled her pocket with
goodies and sweets; while on Polly, he lavished his warmest look
and
most insinuating speeches, backed up with a crafty present now
and
again. But for some time Polly, who had a great idea of the proprieties
of life,
resisted all his overtures and kept him at arm's length. He then bethought himself of his medical resources. He knew
there
were certain drugs which exercised powerful on the genital
organs. He
therefore searched the college library, and through his
knowledge of
Latin ascertained from the learned works stored up there the
names
and qualities of the drugs he was in search of, while his
position as a
student enabled him to obtain the drugs themselves. Thus armed, he commenced a series of cunning assaults on the
innocence of the unsuspecting Polly. Now Polly herself, it must
be
admitted, rather laid herself open to these attempts; for she
had the
common but evil habit of sipping and tasting the wine and sweets
which Dick kept in his cupboard. He found this out, and gladly
utilised
the knowledge for his purpose, but although he commenced dosing
his
wine bottle and jam mug, it was bur for some time without any
apparent effect, for though the wine and jam certainly suffered
in his
absence, she still resisted his advances and seemed proof
against al his
allurements. Yet he persevered, and one evening, when Mrs Bond and her
daughters were out taking tea with a neighbour, he determined on
making a more decided attempt. He usually took a tumbler of rum
toddy after his late dinner, and when Polly brought in the hot
water,
he mixed a glass for her, which he pressed her to accept; I need
not say,
it was both strong and well-dosed. Polly had been that day more
jovially inclined than usual, and Dick had made her a nice
present; she
did not like to refuse. She took the glass and began to sip it,
still
standing however at a respectful distance. 177
After a little chaffing about her sweethearts, and her own good
looks,
Dick prevailed on her to sit by him on the sofa. The toddy now
began to
tell; her eyes brightened, her bosom rose and fell, as if some
tumultuous
emotion was stirring her within, an Dick perceived the crisis of
victory
was approaching; his hand went around her waist and he pressed
her
in his arms. He kissed her cheek, he kissed her lips. She feeble struggled to
free
herself from his encircling grasp. Her imagination became
inflamed as
his toyings became bolder. First the treasures of her virgin
bosom were
explored and brought to light. As he waxed warmer she grew more
languid and yielding. She vainly strove to stay the rapid
progress of his
roving hand as he lifted her snowy smock and exposed to view her
beautifully rounded fleshy thighs and the rich tuft of auburn
hair
which nestled in the voluptuous angle at their junction. With muttered entreaties, she begged him not to take advantage
of
her weakness, but the feeble lamb might as well ask pity from
its
devourer; not that Dick felt at all like a devourer, he was
conscious
only of being impetuously driven on by his all-subduing passion.
He
pushed her back by his weight, and gently but firmly separated
her
closely pressed thighs. Then he got the first view of her charm
of
delight. The pouting lips seemed throbbing with desire. As he
parted
the soft, moist folds with his fingers, they felt hotter than
those of any
cunt he had ever touched. He pressed his middle finger up the
tightfitting
passage, and he felt a kind of living suction inside, as if some
vital force was acting on the incoming digit. She gasped, while
tears
trickled down her blushing cheeks. He kissed them off, and while
doing so released his fiery charger, and placed his ruddy crest
within
the projecting ridges of her cunt, now burning for enjoyment of
the
unknown but much desire pleasure. He plunged in, not without difficulty to himself and pain to
her; but
she was so terribly excited, and so eager for the coming joy,
that she
heaved madly against him; and between the two opposing forces
his
stiff prick rushed at one bound into the soft warm bed so ready
for its
178
reception. A shiver of delight passed through her languid frame.
Her
overstrained muscles relaxed their tension, and all the feeling
of her
body seemed centred in the region of love as she breathed out,
'Oh, Mr
Dick! It is too much, you will have your will of me at last! Oh,
yes, I will
be good to you, it is delicious, oh!'
Dick quickly spent, and after reposing for a few moments in her
now
loving arms, recommenced his cunt-stirring, soul-thrilling
movements
and in the midst of warm kisses and gentle love-murmurs finished
his
second course. From that evening, Polly was all his own, and at night when
everyone
had retired, and all the house was still, she used to creep into
his room
and pass the happy hours in his fond embrace. Under Dick's tuition, she acquired a practical acquaintance with
the
various ways of fucking, and all the favourite modes of
producing
sexual excitement. She seemed to take special delight in using
lascivious terms and expressions; she talked freely of his
prick, bollocks
and spunk; to please him she held open her cunt for his
inspection, then
squatting down, she willingly piddled before him, and said: 'Now
you
must piddle for me, and I'll hold the chamber and let you piddle
through my fingers; then she sucked his prick; in short, she
made use of
every device to inflame his passion and gratify his lust. Dick had soon to discontinue his stimulating drugs, for he felt
that
otherwise he would be consumed in the volcano he had himself
ignited
and stirred up. Moreover, Dick loved variety and desired fresh conquests. He
therefore put forth all his powers of persuasion to induce Polly
to aid
him in his efforts to gain the favours of the two sisters. Polly was not naturally of a jealous disposition, and being very
much
under his influence, and exceedingly fond of the sport herself,
she
readily entered into his view. 179
Fortune too favoured him in a most unexpected manner, Jim hurt
her
leg climbing a tree, and a tumour formed on the inside of her
thigh. Mrs
Bond consulted Dick, and allowed him to examine Jim in her
presence. He lanced the tumour and ordered a poultice, and said she would
require both rest and care. The tumour was very near her little cunny and although her
mother
tried to keep it covered, Dick managed to get a good peep at the
smooth little chink while he pretended not to see it at all. The poultice was to be changed every day, and the tumour
reopened;
so each morning, Dick, with the mother's help, performed the
operation. After a few times, the mother, observing how
delicately he
discharged his duty, uncovered her without scruple before him,
and
Jim opened her legs to give him more room to examine her. But
one
morning Mrs Bond had to go out, and she sent Polly to tell Dick
to visit
her daughter as usual. Jim always enjoyed his visits, and liked to feel his hand moving
about
her as he was so skilful and tender in his touches; and though
he often
pressed the poultice to the ridges of her modest little slit,
she was quite
unconscious of his object, and much enjoyed his caressing touch. So, on this occasion, her face lighted up with pleasure when she
saw
him enter her room. She lay back and held up her clothes while
he
examined her, and when he asked her to open her legs more, she
spread them out as widely as she could. Dick now feasted his eyes on her budding charms as he gave
directions
to Polly about preparing the poultice. He gently passed his hand
over
the fat smooth lips, and with the tip of his finger rubbed
lightly up and
down the warm cleft. She felt the thrilling effect of his knowing touches, and with a
flushing
face, said: 'That was very nice, Mr Dick; it quite removes the
pain.'
180
'Yes, dear, that is what I am trying to do, the nerves here are
very
sensitive and this friction stills the pain.'
When Polly came with the poultice, she was not a little
surprised to see
Jim lying back with her thighs wide apart, her eyes closed and
her face
flushed with pleasure, while Dick leaned over her with one hand
under her bottom and the other busily engaged in frigging the
rosy slit
of the projecting cunt. 'See, Polly, I have almost cured Miss Jemima by rubbing this
sweet
little mouth; she quite enjoys my touching her here, don't you,
Jim?'
'Yes, Mr Dick, it feels very nice, and has quite lulled the
pain!'
'It is such a pretty little mouth, too; I would so like to kiss
it; might I,
Jim?'
'Oh, no, Mr Dick, you surely would not kiss me there - nobody
would
do that.'
'Yes, there is somebody that would, and somebody that will,' and
raising her plump little bottom with his hand, he pressed his
mouth
between the pouting lips and took a long sucking kiss. Jim's
face
glowed with pleasurable excitement, and turning to Polly, she
asked:
'Did you ever know such a thing?'
'Yes, indeed, Miss Jemima, I have heard it said that when men
are very
fond of us they like to kiss us there.'
Meanwhile dick sucked her clitoris, and frigged her with his
tongue
and he soon felt the thrill of pleasure agitate her frame. She breathed fast and hard, and then lay back with her eyes
closed. 181
When she recovered, he kissed her mouth and said, 'You are a
sweet
little pet, Jim, and as I have relieved the pain, I will put on
the poultice
and leave you to rest.'
She smiled and said: 'Thanks, Mr Dick, you have given me great
ease,
and you are very kind.'
Dick then motioned Polly to accompany him, and when they were
out
of hearing, she laughed and said: 'You are a terrible man, Mr
Dick, you
seem to get your way with us all.'
'Well, I have made a fair beginning,' he said, 'and I must leave
the rest
in your hands. She will be sure to question you, and you know to
lead
her on - return to her now, and tell me about all that passes.'
When Polly and I were next alone, she told me that when she went
back to Jim, she at once began: 'Well, Polly, isn't Dicksie' (a
pet name
they had for me among themselves) 'a funny man! I can't to think
what
made him kiss me between my legs but, do you know, it felt so
very
nice I don't think I could refuse him if he asked me again.'
'Of course you would not, he is very fond of you and that's why
he
kissed you there.'
'But, Polly, it made me feel so hot and the heat is there
still.'
'Let me see,' said Polly, and she lifted her skirt, Jim leaned
back and
opened her thighs and Polly softly and tenderly frigged the
little love
slit, and went on: 'This is the part of us woman that men are
always
thinking of, and longing to see and feel, and do something else
to, tool'
'Why what else could they do?"
'Do you know what they have themselves?'
'No, Polly, how could I?'
182
'Ah you do, every girl knows; you have surely seen little boys'
cocks?'
'Oh, yes, is that what you mean? I thought you meant something
big.'
'And so I do; when little boys grow they become big cocks.'
'And what have big cocks got to do with us, that's what I want
to
know?'
'Just this: they are made to go into us here, and that's why
this little
crevice is like a mouth, and when you grow older hair will come
there
like a man's moustache.'
'How funny! I never thought of that; you are older that I, have
you a
moustache there? Show it to me, Polly, there's a good girl.'
Polly
allowed her to lift her dress as she stood by her side; then Jim
put one
hand behind her bottom and drew her nearer, while she pushed the
other between her legs to open them, and exclaimed: 'Oh, my! So
you
have! And so bushy and soft! And such thick lips! And so hot
inside!
And so large! I declare, two - three fingers go in easily; was a
big cock
every pushed into you, Polly?'
'Ah, Miss Jim, that's not fair, what would you think of me if I
told you?'
'I would think you the kindest and best natured girl in the
world; tell
me, Polly, you may trust me, and I will be so very fond of you.'
'Well, miss, I may as well confess that I have enjoyed that
pleasure, and
you'll not find many girls of my age that haven't; and whether
they
have or not, or whatever they may say, they all wish for it;
even you,
Miss Jemima, young as you are, seem quite ready; see how far I
can
push my finger into this soft opening and it does not appear to
hurt
you.'
'It does hurt a little, Polly, but still I like it; you may go;
oh that's nice -
would a big cock feel nicer than that?'
183
'Twenty times nicer, dear, it is so smooth and soft and has such
a pretty
round head and slips in and out so deliciously that it would
make you
just tremble with delight; oh, if it was here in place of my
finger, how
pleased you would be.'
'I think I would Polly; has Dicksie one of these nice big
cocks?' she
asked with a knowing look. Polly blushed and turned away her face: 'Ah! Miss Jemima, how
curious you are: of course he has, but he does not call it by
that name.'
'How does he call it? I am so fond of you Polly for telling me
these
things, and I want to know everything; what does he call it,
Polly?'
'He calls it his prick, miss; I am sure he would very well to
show it to
you, and let you feel it too, if you ask him.'
'I would not ask him for the world; prick … prick, I remember
seeing that
word chalked on a gate. But I did not know what it meant, and
there
was another word just below it which seemed to belong to it -
cunt;
what does that mean?'
'Why, that's the name of this little mouth here.'
'Is that what Dicksie calls it?'
'Yes, dear, the very thing, but now I must go, I have told you
enough for
this time.'
Dick praised Polly's tact and cleverness, and having satisfied
her with
an extra-loving embrace said: 'Now, Polly, all we need is an
opportunity to complete the work you have helped commence.'
That opportunity soon occurred. Mrs Bond was again invited out
to tea,
and as Jim was unable to accompany her mother and sister, she
obtained leave to ask Dick to come and sit with her in the
evening. 184
Dick readily accepted the invitation, and made himself as
agreeable
as he could. When Polly had removed the tea things, Jim asked
her to
remain and keep them company. Then came that happy 'tide in the
affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.'
Jim and Dick reclined together on the sofa, while Polly sat on a
stool
before them. Dick remarked that Jim must now be almost quite
well, as
he had not to lance her for several days but 'let me see again
to make
sure', and he raised her dress to look. 'I am ashamed, Mr Dick, at your seeing me so often uncovered.'
'You need not feel ashamed, for you are beautifully made; and
this is
the sweetest little mouth I ever saw or kissed,' and slipping
off the sofa
he pushed in between her legs and frigged her with his tongue.
Her
excitement was now evident, for she spread her thighs and pushed
forward her cunt. Dick felt that now she was ready for the climax itself; so he
looked up
and asked if she liked the feel of his tongue in her love-chink
- 'this
dew little cunt, I mean'. Jim blushed, and murmured that nothing could be nicer. 'Oh, yes, there is something that would be nicer, is there not,
Polly?'
'Indeed there is, Miss Jim, let me show it to you,' and opening
his
trousers at the front, she drew out his fine standing prick. 'Look at it, dear, put your hand on it - feel how firm and stiff
it is!' Jim
smiled, and looked at it with admiring eyes; she let Polly close
her
fingers around it, and under her direction, she frigged it up
and down. 'Now, dear, lean back and push your bottom to the edge, and
Dicksie
will rub the nice soft head of his prick between the lips of
your longing
cunt, and then you will know what pleasure means - so - isn't
that
185
nice?' and holding the prick in her hand, she rubbed its head up
and
down in the moist furrow. 'Now let him push it in; it will feel
so good!'
'Oh, Polly, it is hurting me - take it out - take it out.'
'No, I won't; you can bear it until it gets in, then it will
hurt you no more
- that's a brave girl - push, heave - there, it is in! now fuck
away.' Polly
rubbed her cunt on Dick's bottom, and joined in every push, and
getting greatly excited as she felt the last quick probes,
cried: 'Prick!
Cunt! Bollocks! Fuck, fuck!'
How Dick proceeded with the others, and his final success, must
be left
for the following chapter. Suffice it to say that these letters
were all
read to the old governor, and were a source of the greatest
delight to
him. He sent many kind messages to Dick, and a special promise
that if
he came to Trinidad after he had completed his college course he
would obtain for him a government appointment and otherwise
forward him in his profession. 186 CHAPTER 5
MARY Dick had less difficulty with Mary than he anticipated. She
drank in
his flattery with avidity, and seemed pleased with his
attentions. They
often sang together, and when he accompanied her in a duet, his
arm
would naturally stretch across her shoulders as he held the
chair on
which she sat. After a while, as they became more familiar, his
hand
would as naturally steal around her waist. Again, when he stooped to turn the music, their cheeks could not
avoid
touching and then their lips. Not wishing to frighten her by a
too rapid
advance, he remained satisfied for a short time with such chaste
salutes, though gradually increasing them in warmth and
frequency,
and occasionally indulging in soft pressures of the lovely
breasts,
swelling out in ripe and most luxuriance. They now passed much of their time alone together; her mother
regarded Dick as an eligible suitor and thought that if their
liking for
one another ripened into love, he might not be a bad match for
her
daughter, and therefore she rather encouraged and promoted their
increasing intimacy. The accomplishments of this design was further facilitated by
Mary's
love for classical studies. Dick placed in her hands a literal
translation
of Ovid's works, which gratified her poetic taste while it
stimulated
her amorous inclinations. She seemed greatly interested in the
account
given by Ovid of Jupiter's amours, and put many questions to Dick
respecting Europa, Leda, Danae and others. He told her how
Jupiter
loved the beautiful Europa, and assuming the shape of a bull,
coaxed
her to mount on his back, and then carried her off to Crete,
where she
became his mistress and had many children by him. How when Danae
was shut up in a brazen tower, Jupiter got access to her by
means of a
shower of gold, and when she had spread her knees to fill her
lap with
the glittering treasure he availed himself of her position to
attain the
object of his desires. Mary blushed, but evidently understood
what was
meant, and did not object to listening. 187
He accordingly thought he might now venture a little further in
his
account of Jupiter's amour with Leda. He described how when she was
bathing naked in a river, Jupiter came to her as a beautiful
swan
chased by an eagle; how she naturally opened her arms to give
him
protection, and when he found himself pressed against her soft
bosom,
and between her lovely thighs, he was able, even though a swan,
to
give her a taste of the sweet joys of love and fill her with
happiness and
delight; somewhere here you know,' he said, slipping his hand
suddenly up between the yielding thighs of the half-bewildered
Mary. 'Oh, Dick, don't you tickle me too much, don't lean against me
so hard,
don't my love. Oh!' she panted, as Dick pressed her in his arms,
called
her his darling, and drew her on to his lap. 'Oh, Dick! What do you want? What is your hand doing there? I
can't
let you do that, don't you know it is not right? Oh! How you
tickle me,
what would mamma say if she knew that you had your hand there?'
'Why, what could she say? She was often tickled there herself;
how
could she have had you if someone had not played with her there,
and
put something into this sweet little mouth, you know what I
mean.'
'No, Dick, Oh! I can't sit quiet! You tickle me so! How could I
know what
you mean!'
'Well, Mary, let me enlighten you, put your hand here my
darling.'
Having already unbuttoned the front of his trousers, he drew her
hesitation hand toward the opening, and pushing it in, placed it
on his
bounding prick standing up with uncapped head inside. 'Oh, Dick, for shame! I won't put my fingers around it; I can't
move it up
and down; oh, Dick! Oh! What are you doing? Don't press me back
-
don't spread my thighs, you mustn't see it, you mustn't kiss it
- how can
you! Oh! Your tongue is sending me distracted!'
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'What a lovely cunt you have, Mary! How red it is between these
fat
lips! How soft it feels! And its scent is most delicious; how
nice to kiss it,
and smell it; and lick it and suck it! and this dear little
round bottomhole,
I must kiss it too. Lift your legs more, that I may better see
all your
lovely white arse. Now let me pop my poor fellow into this sweet
mouth and give you a practical lesson in the Art of Love.'
Dick now had her lying on her back across a broad sofa; her
bottom on
the edge, her thighs drawn up, and at their greatest stretch.
This
position, of course, caused her cunt to appear like a hungry
mouth
gaping widely before him. He placed the firm head of his excited prick in the rosy chink
under
the clitoris, and rubbing it up and down in that luxurious and
highly
sensitive hallow, he asked her if she liked the feel of his
prick in the
mouth of her cunt, and whether he might push it in?
'O yes, Dick, it feels very nice, you may push it in, but won't
you do it
very gently, my love?'
Dick held open the lips with his fingers, stooped over her, and
began to
push. 'Oh! It is taking my breath! Oh! It is tearing me up! Oh my! It
is smarting
terribly! Oh, it is in! I feel it - oh I feel it - ever so far
up my belly! Is this
fucking/'
'Yes, isn't it good? Do you like me to fuck you?'
'Yes, you fuck me so nicely. I like to say fuck, when I know it
pleases
you; and I feel your long prick stirring up my cunt; as it is
now - fucking
- fucking - fucking. O yes I knew these words before, but I
never used
them until now.'
When they had finished fucking, and while Dick was lying on her
belly with his prick, pleasantly so, soaking in her cunt, she
whispered: 'I
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will tell you a secret - I saw you fucking Polly yesterday
evening in the
garden; you did not think I heard you telling her to follow you
there;
but I did, and I followed too; and she unbuttoned your trousers,
the
shameless girl, and took out your prick. Then she kissed and
sucked it,
while you, bad man, kept fingering her cunt and bottom. Then you placed her on her back and rammed your prick into her
cunt,
while she kicked about her legs, and called out: 'Fuck me, fuck
me, fill
my cunt with your prick, the balls against my arse, fuck - fuck
- fuck.'
I fell in love with your prick then, and envied Polly the great
pleasure
she enjoyed when you pushed it up into her belly. Stand up now that I may see it again, balls and all, and after I
have
frigged and kissed it, you may put it back into my cunt and fuck
me
again if you wish.'
Dick declared that of all the randy girls he ever saw, he never
met the
equal of quiet, demure, modest-looking Mary Bond. He had no sooner finished one fuck than she wanted another, and
she
was always suggesting some new plan for varying the enjoyment or
intensifying the pleasure. She loved to look at erotic pictures,
of which
Dick had a store, and was always trying to imitate the attitudes
and
adapt the positions therein depicted. She told him that for years she had been conscious of great
irritation in
her cunt; that she often frigged it while watching its
reflection in the
glass; and that she had never met any young man without casting
a sly
glance at the lump in his trousers and wondering what his prick
would
be like when it was stiff and standing up. She had also a particular fancy for looking at and playing with
the
cunts of other girls. She assured him that there was scarcely a
young
lady of her acquaintance whose cunt she had not seen and
handled,
and that she liked even to kiss and suck them. 190
Dick asked her if she generally found it easy to prevail on them
to
allow her to take these freedoms?
She replied, that of course most girls more readily yielded
their hidden
charms to the enterprises of the other sex, and were more
inclined to
trust them, too; yet, as they all liked the thing itself, she
usually found
that, by gaining their confidence and by skilful allusion and
suggestion exciting their imagination and providing their
desires, she
could mostly get them to meet her halfway; especially as they
knew
that with her they ran no risk of a big belly; and as she was
always
ready to gratify them with a similar inspection of her own
belongings,
she seldom experienced much difficulty. Dick told her how
delighted
he would be if he could witness one of these inspections without
being
seen himself. She promised to gratify him if she could. So one day she told
him that a
young lady, Miss Madge Stevens, whose cunt she had often seen
and
petted, was to visit her next morning; and as she always brought
her
special visitors to her own room, she would hide him there first
if he
could spare the time. He said he would arrange that, and promised to be there at the
time
she fixed. So accordingly, remaining home the next day under
plea of a
headache, he quietly stole upstairs to Mary's room, and by her
direction, concealing himself under the dressing table; in the
cover of
which a slit was made to enable him to look out and see as well
as hear
all that passed. Soon afterward, Mary and Madge entered the room together, with
their arms round one another. 'Come sit with me on the bed, Madge, I have not seen nor petted
your
little fanny for nearly a fortnight; how is it getting on?'
'First rate,' replied Madge, 'how is your own?'
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"Just as troublesome as ever; it is for all the world like a
bird in a nest
opening its mouth every moment expecting some titbit to be
popped
into it!'
Madge laughed, 'I suppose that most girls, who know what the
titbit is
like are in the same sort of expectation and desire; and true
for you,
Mary, your cunt is in a most excited condition; oh my! How hot
it feels!
And how red it looks. I am certain you have had a fuck lately;
now tell
me all about it like a darling; ah! You are laughing! You can't
deny it,
you may trust me, dear.'
'Well, lie back first and perhaps I will tell you; draw up your
thighs,
and poke your bottom out that I may see it all, as I like a good
sucking
and kissing.'
The bed was opposite the table and window, so Dick had a
magnificent
view of Madge's splendid arse, with its great fat cheeks bulging
out on
either side, and a most delicious hairy randy-looking cunt
gaping in
the hollow below. Mary pulled open the lips with her fingers as widely as she
could,
showing the rich carmine of its interior folds all glistening
with the
dews of love. Then drawing up her own dress behind, so as to
indulge
Dick with a view of her own naked posterior, which she knew he
greatly admired, she kneeled on the floor and plunged her face
between Madge's wide-spread thighs, and kissed her cunt with
such
vehemence that she caused that voluptuous young lady to exclaim
in
a loud voice, 'Oh! Mary you drive me wild! You make me long for
a
prick! Have you not got one! How I wish you were a man! I would
tell
you to stick in your prick and poke it up to the last inch.'
'Hush, Madge if anyone heard you, what would they think?'
'What would they think? they could only think that we were a
pair of
love-stricken maids that were ripe and longing to be fucked,
just as
their mothers before them. But Mary, in sober earnest, I never
did feel
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in such humour as now! Where is that dildo you were talking of!
Fetch
it, my dear, anything at all in the shape of a prick to give one
some
relief.'
Dick had already given Mary one of those precious instruments,
and
when he had to save his own over-taxed energies, he enjoyed
watching her endeavours to satisfy her cunt with that inanimate
substitute for the living tool. Not that I mean to repudiate or
make
light of the dildo. It has its own peculiar excellences and good
qualities. It is more under command, and does not need the
coaxing
and the humouring which the living article sometimes requires.
We
can make it move fast or slow, just as we like, and it will
retain its
stiffness as long as we desire. It will discharge too at the
precise
moment when we can meet it with our own. But, at the best, it is
still
only a poor substitute for the living, throbbing organ of bliss
wielded
by a man we like, thrust into our quivering cunts by successive
heaves
and driven home by the mighty push of a vigorous backside. But to return. Mary said: 'Well, remain as you are while I
unlock my
drawer and take it out of its hiding place.'
As she turned around she glanced toward the dressing table, and
catching Dick's eye peeping out through the slit, she smiled and
put
her finger on her lip to warn him to keep quiet. Then quickly returning she reoccupied her former place between
Madge's wide-spread thighs and holding up the dildo, cried: 'Is
not this
a pretty plaything for two innocent maids like you and me,
Madge, to
amuse ourselves with! Now I will give you a taste of its
performance,
but I must stiffen it first,' she said, blowing into the tube
and then
screwing up the nozzle. 'Let me feel it in my hand,' said Madge, taking it up and
rubbing its
smooth red head to her lips; 'and, Mary is this an exact
resemblance of a
man'' prick? I did not thing it was quite so large, but you can
tell me
about it, I am sure.'
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'Don't be too inquisitive, Madge; one thing at least you may
depend on,
it is intended to be an exact resemblance, and as to its size,
you can best
judge of that when you have it in your cunt; now open it as much
as
you can; once we get the head in, the rest will be all plain
sailing.'
She spread open the lops of the randy-looking cunt, and standing
so as
not to interrupt Dick's view, took the dildo again, and having
moistened its top pushed it against the tender opening. 'Oh! Mary! Oh! It does feel very big, ah! You have got it in,
that is a
relief - how well you work it - yes, I like that - Oh! It is
beginning to
feel very nice, go on push it in further - faster, harder.' Mary
worked
the dildo with one hand, while she frigged her own cunt with the
other,
panting at the same time, 'I am fucking you, Madge, and frigging
myself. Oh! Prick - cunt - bottom - piss - fuck - fuck,' and
throwing
herself forward on Madge she hammered her own cunt on the butt
of
the dildo, while they both squirmed about in all the voluptuous
wriggles of full enjoyment. Dick described this scene as having a most overpowering effect
upon
him. It made his prick stand like a bar of iron, while his spunk
seemed
actually boiling in his cods; his heart beat audibly, and his
breath
came fast and hard. Yet the fear of frightening Madge and
offending
Mary caused him to use every effort to restrain himself; but at
last he
could endure it no longer; the view of Mary's splendid arse
bounding
between Madge's voluptuous thighs fairly conquered him. So
slipping
out from under the table he crept upon hands and knees behind
Mary,
and seizing her round the thighs began to kiss the soft cheeks
of her
bottom. Mary seemed almost to have expected his approach, for
she
did not start, nor utter any cry, but quietly spread her legs
further
apart and bent her bottom more to his face. Under any circumstances Dick could not fail to have been moved
by
this extraordinary sight, but in his present excited state, it
appeared
absolutely celestial. He could just distinguish the fat lips of
her cunt
spread out on the end of the dildo, close to the little round
hole of her
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arse, with its delicate pink edge wrinkled up, and fringed by
fine silky
hair and flanked on either side by the resplendent semi-orbs of
her
glorious bottom, lasciviously quivering with amorous excitement. He applied his mouth without hesitation to the sweet little
orifice,
sucked it with vigour, and thrust in his tongue. This was a treat he had not given her before, and she enjoyed it
immensely. She pressed her bottom on his face, and relaxed the
constricting muscles, to allow his tongue to penetrate more
deeply into
that highly sensitive entrance. It prepared her too for his next move when, raising her up, he
softly
pushed her forward over Madge so as to cover her face with
Mary's
bosom, then drawing the dildo out of her cunt, he replaced it
with his
inflamed tool and slowly worked it in and out. At first Madge did not perceive the difference, but after a few
strokes
the delicious friction of the living instrument on the flesh
ridges of her
cunt stirred up every lustful emotion, and forced her to
exclaim: 'Oh!
Hold me, press me - I feel as if I were in heaven, my cunt is
just bathed
in rapture - oh! Keep on, don't stop, sweet dildo, precious
tool, fuck me,
fuck me, fuck me, let fly now - I'm off! And Madge sank back in
love's
delicious swoon. Meanwhile Dick pressed his belly against the fat cheeks of
Mary's arse,
and squeezing her in his strong arms moved her body from side to
side
as he plunged energetically in and out of Madge's hot receptacle
and
uttered groans of prolonged delight as he inundated Madge's cunt
with his boiling spunk. Mary looked over her shoulder and whispered, 'Oh Dick! What have
you done! Do go back to your hiding place, like a dear fellow.'
But Dick was not yet satisfied; finding that his prick still
retained a fair
allowance of stiffness, her drew out of Madge's dripping cunt,
and
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placing its well-moistened head to Mary's little pink arsehole,
with
one push he drove it up to the hilt. Mary groaned, but it was a
groan of
extra delight. 'Oh, my bottom! Oh, my bottom! Yes, push - yes, my arse - Oh! I
can't
keep still - fuck - fuck my arse - I can't help it,' and
tightening her
arsehole, she closed it like a fiery ring of pleasure around
Dick's tool as
it slipped rapidly in and out. 'What are you saying, Mary? Who is fucking your arse!' and
looking
up, Madge blushed crimson as she saw Dick stooping over Mary,
his
face flushed and his eyes starting out of his head, while his
thrusts
made them all shake together. Just then, a loud knocking at the door made them all jump. Dick,
without saying a word, rushed back to his shelter, Madge
smoothed
down the bed and threw herself into a chair, while Mary fumbled
at
the door to give them time. When she did open the door her
mother,
who was standing outside, asked: 'What on earth are you two
girls
about? Making such a noise! And your door locked and your faces
like
scarlet and your dresses all tumbled!' and she glanced from one
to the
other. 'What I wanted was to ask whether you know anything of Mr
Dick? A messenger has come from the hospital for him, and he is
not in
either of his rooms, thought I thought he had not left the
house.'
'How are we to know? You don't expect to find him here, I hope,
mamma.'
'I don't know as to that, my dear,' she replied laughing, 'for
when two
such skittish girls as you and Madge Stevens get together, if
you have
not a young man with you, I am quite sure you would not be
wishing
for him, or perhaps even trying in some way or other to make up
for the
deficiency. What sort of a thing is that?' she said, with a
twinkling eye,
and a knowing look, as she pointed to the dildo lying on the
floor at the
bedside where Dick had thrown it, and forgotten to put it away. 196
'Oh! Mamma,' groaned out Mary, covering her face with her hands,
'how horrible! What ill luck brought you in?'
'Ah well, dear,' said Mrs Bond mildly, not wishing to make her
presence disagreeable, 'you need not mind me so much; don't I
know
very well that it is not at all unnatural to like this sort of
thing, and
most girls have an itching for it, more or less, whatever they
may say;
and indeed, if they only amused themselves with such innocent
playthings as this' - taking up the dildo - 'it might be much
better for
them. But which of you was trying it, may I ask?' As she spoke,
she
passed it through her fingers with a loving kind of touch, while
her
eyes glistened with amorous excitement. Mary made no answer, but she and Madge looked at one another,
and
seeing the turn that matters were taking, they broke out into an
uncontrollable fit of laughter; the events which followed,
however,
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MRS BOND Mrs. Bond, as already described, was fat, fair and forty; but
she was
something more, for not only had she a very imposing presence,
and a
remarkably find physique, but she was possessed of one of the
hottest,
randiest and most insatiable cunts that every poor widow was
plagued
with; but, at the same time, she was clever enough to maintain a
character of the greatest decorum and respectability. On this occasion, she felt that having caught the girls in flagrante
delicto, she might
safely indulge her favourite passion; besides, she had
been listening for some time at the door, and had heard
sufficient to
agitate very keenly her prurient inclinations. So, sitting down on the bed, she joined in the laugher, and
invited the
girls to sit by her side. Then, placing her hand with lascivious
pressure
on Madge's soft thigh, she said: 'You really must give me a
lesson in the
use of this clever invention. I need to make up for the
pleasures that
have been taken from me, while you employ it in anticipation of
pleasures you hope to enjoy in the future; and which, if report
is to be
relied on, you at least, Madge, will soon have to the utmost
your desire. Jack seems well supplied - eh Madge! - and I am certain that you
are
equally well prepared to give him every satisfaction. Let me
feel how
you are furnished up here. You know I have had great experience
in
these matters,' and stooping forward she ran her hand up under
Madge's petticoats. 'Oh! Mrs Bond, how can you!'
'What a luxuriant crop you have! This is a larger bush than mine
though I am twice your age; and such a pair of luscious lips!
How they
will suck in Jack's tool, and cling around it with loving
delight! Oh,
Madge, I envy you your first fuck; but very likely you have
tasted that
pleasure already - eh Madge? - you are quite as roomy here as I
am.'
'Oh, Mrs Bond! How you talk!'
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'Why not, dear, I was myself fucked many times before I was
married,
and my good man was never the worse for it; of course, I was not
fool
enough to tell him, though he got the benefit of it, all the
same, for I
knew beforehand what would gratify him much better than if I had
been a poor innocent unsophisticated girl. And now, as I want
you both
to be quite at your ease, I will, if you wish, give you a full
account of
how and when I was first fucked.'
'Do, dear Mrs bond, it will be delightful.'
'Very well, but let us place ourselves in position; I can talk
more freely
when I am looking at a cunt, and when somebody is petting mine.
Tuck
up, Madge, and let me see it, and place your hand here.'
'Oh, Mrs Bond, what nice soft silky hair you have; and the mouth
feels
as hot as fire! May I see it?'
'Yes, dear, if you wish,' and pulling up her petticoats she
displayed a
pair of fleshy thighs, and between them a cunt of extraordinary
luxuriance and extent, its great lips pouting out in the most
wanton
manner as if ready for any kind of prick. 'Oh, Mrs bond, what a grand affair you have! Mary, did you ever
see
such a glorious love-chink?' and drawing the lips apart with her
fingers, she exhibited its glowing interior. Mary looked at her mother's cunt at first with a sly kind of
interest
mingles with feelings of shame at its exposure to the prying
eyes of
Dick, who, she knew well, was then regarding it with most
lustful
desires. But when Madge went on manipulating it, rubbing the
large
distended clitoris, pressing together, then opening wide, the
fat
pouting lips, her libidinous propensities overpowered her
natural
disinclination to make free with her mother's cunt, and with a
sudden
dash, she placed herself between her mother's widespread thighs,
and
having regarded for a moment the mysterious portals through
which
she had passed into life, she pressed her lips on the secret
spot, drew the
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soft clitoris into her mouth, and probed with her penetration
tongue
the hot folds of the passage inside. Mrs Bond laughed with pleasure, as she pushed her tingling cunt
against her daughter's mouth, and said: 'Why, Mary, Mary, are
you
sucking your mother's cunt? I must see that your own sweet
little pussy
is soon gratified in the way it likes best. I have no doubt that
if Mr Dick
was here, he would be quite ready to repay it for the pleasure
you are
giving me; and I would place his prick myself in its mouth and
hold his
balls and tickle his bottom while he fucked you. And now that I
think
of it, when I finish my story, we need search for him, for I am
sure he is in
the house, and if he gives me his promise to marry you, he may
enjoy
you at once, and we will all be happy to assist at the
demolition of your
maidenhead - that is, if you have not given it to him already,
which I
am strongly inclined to believe.'
Mary kept her head down, and said nothing, so turning to Madge,
Mrs
Bond asked: 'What's your opinion, Madge, don't you think that Mr
Dick, who often passes whole evenings alone with her, has
already
explored her maiden secrets, and made her acquainted with the
power
of his pleasure-giving tool?'
'Indeed, it is highly probable; and as I was saying to her
before you
came in, in spite of her innocent looks, I am sure she has been
often
fucked, and could tell us all particulars of Mr Dick's prick and
balls
and everything, if she pleased. But in the meantime, don't
forget the
story you have promised us.'
'Well, my dears, let me say, by way of preface, that I am a
great
admirer of what the Americans call going the whole hog, that is,
if I go
in for a thing at all, I go in for it altogether; I mean what I
say, and say
what I mean. I am not ashamed to cal a cunt, a cunt; and a
prick, a prick. I enjoy fucking, and I like to talk of it. I delight in frigging
and being
frigged; and I find great pleasure in looking at and petting a
nice cunt,
like yours, Madge, and to have my own cunt at the same time
caressed
and sucked by my darling child is heaven itself.' Here she laid
her
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hand most lovingly on the back of Mary's head as she licked
between
the fat unctuous lips and darted her tongue into the recesses. 'I sometimes think,' she continued, 'I must have been born with
an
itching cunt, at least, I don't remember any time when it did
not. When
I was quite a child, I used to play with two young cousins, and
their
little pricks were objects of great admiration and wonder to me.
I loved
to fiddle with them and suck them in my mouth, and was always
gratified when they repaid the compliment by inspecting and
kissing
my little nest, as they called it. I had a governess, and used
to tease her
with all sorts of queer questions: what was a virgin? What was a
eunuch? Why was it wicked for a man to lie with a woman? And
what
harm could it do her? Her attempts to evade my questions only
made
me all the more curious. As I grew older, nature made me feel
that my
little slit was evidently so formed that something might enter
it, and
whatever that something was, I felt sure it would be a source of
great
pleasure and enjoyment. And I determined that if any opportunity
ever presented itself, I would not fail to make the most of it.
Well, my
dears, the opportunity came in the shape of a slave boy, named
Dindee. My uncle had a plantation in the hills about six miles
from
Kingston, where we lived, and I sometimes rode on my donkey to
visit
him. On such occasions I was always attended by Dindee, as the
donkey was his special charge. 'We usually took a short cut across the wild part of the country
through which a small stream flowed rapidly down. One very hot
day,
we were passing near a deep pool in a retired part of the river.
Dindee
asked permission to take a dip to cool himself; so I dismounted
a little
way off and told him I would mind the donkey while he was
bathing. I
soon heard Dindee splashing about in the water and the
temptation
arose in my mind to creep among some bushes that lined the bank
and
watch him as he sported naked in the water. The shrubs were
pretty
thick and enabled me to come quite close to the edge which
overhung
the water some four or five feet. I was delighted with the view
of his
black shining body and queer-looking tool lolloping from side to
side
as he rolled about enjoying the refreshing coolness of the
stream. He
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was sixteen years old, and had an unusually large prick for so
young a
lad. He touched it occasionally with his hand and shook it up
and
down. Oh! I said to myself, that is the very thing I want for my
little slit. How nice it would feel going in! and putting down my hand, I
squeezed
the lips and rubbed the clitoris. His further proceedings were
still more
attractive, for leaning against the bank right opposite
hiding-place, he
commenced frigging his prick in the most deliberate manner,
drawing
down the skin from its large round head, and making it stand up
firm
and erect; then placing his hands on both sides of it he jerked
his
bottom so as to make his prick pass in and out through his
palms, just as
if he was fucking a cunt. 'In my eagerness to se all I could, I incautiously stretched too
far over
the brink, and to my terror and dismay, the bough on which I was
leaning gave way, and I tumbled head-foremost into the water. I
gave
a cry as I sank below the furnace, but in a moment I felt myself
borne
up by the arms of Dindee, taken to the other side and drawn up
the
sloping bank. 'Beyond a good fright, and a thorough wetting, I was uninjured,
so,
looking at Dindee's rueful countenance, I burst out laughing, as
I said:
"Dindee, what shall we do? I am wet to the skin."
'"Missy must take off her wet things or she will catch cold;
leave them
here and I will dry them on the rocks." And he turned as if to
go away. '"Stay, Dindee, I want you to help me; I am so drenched, that I
never
could get them off by myself."
'I turned my back to him, and after a deal of tugging and
twisting, we
got them all off except my stockings and shirt. I then sat down
while he
spread them on the rocks to dry. Shivering with cold, I called
Dindee
again: "Dindee, you must help me off with these also, they make
me
quite chilly. Thanks. Now come and give me a good rubbing, as if
you
were shampooing me."
202
'I stood with my back toward him, while he rubbed my arms and
legs. I
knew by his quick breathing that he was growing very excited. I
pushed my bottom up to him, and felt his stiff prick poking
against me. He put his hand on my buttocks, and rubbed the cheeks; then
passing
between my thighs, rubbed softly up and down. The side of his
hand
touched the lips of my cunt; I opened my thighs a little and he
touched
my cunt again, and yet again, each time pressing more firmly
against
the lips. He passed his other hand round in front and placed it
on my
mons, just beginning to be overspread with silky down. One
finger
slipped in between the lips. "Oh! Dindee, that tickles me."
'The other hand passed swiftly round, and with both together, he
pressed my bottom into him. I felt the head of his prick poking
stiffly
between my thighs, and rubbing up against the lips of my cunt.
He
opened the lips with his fingers, and rubbed the head of his
prick in the
moist chink. 'He little knew how my cunt tingled as he said, "Darling, missy,
stoop a
little."
'"What do you want to do, Dindee?" I asked, stooping as he
wished me
to, and twisting my bottom about. '"To fuck, darling missy, to fuck this lubly cunt."
'"Oh! Dindee! How it smarts! Oh, how strong you are! Hold me - I
cannot stand against you." He leaned forward, and let me down on
my
hands and knees, and grasping me firmly by the hips he pressed
hard
against me from behind. My cunt opened, and, oh girls! The dear
soft
thing I had been longing for passed up into my belly. It seemed
to
reach my very heart and filled me with supreme delight. 'How delicious is the first fuck! To feel the dear prick passing
in and out
through the clinging lips, rubbing every sensitive ridge,
opening every
voluptuous crease, and then, after a few vigorous strokes,
pouring into
you a hot flood of living spunk. 203
'The joy I felt in giving down my own share of love's essence
was so
great that I fell prone on my belly, with Dindee over me,
pressing on
my bottom, and his prick still soaking in my cunt.'
'Oh, Mrs Bond! I'm coming too,' cried Madge; 'rub your finger in
the
entrance. Oh! I'm coming. I'm coming.'
'Straddle over my face then, Madge, put your cunt on my mouth
and
let me taste your spending.'
Mary too resolved to share in the common ecstasy as she gazed
with
pleasure at the voluptuous prospect Madge presented with her
mother's mouth buried in her cunt. So pulling up her skirts
behind, she
turned her naked arse in all its attractive beauty toward the
table,
while she frigged herself with her finger and lapped up the rich
streams which now began to flow from her mother's fountain of
delight. Dick described this scene as being the most exciting spectacle
he had
ever witnessed, and though he had spent twice but a short time
before,
his prick was bounded up like steel, and he felt consumed with
vehement desire. He had a shrewd suspicion, which he afterward
found was correct, that Mrs Bond was perfectly aware of his
presence,
and was in fact only endeavouring to draw him out from his
hiding
place. She was naturally of a prying disposition, especially in such
matters,
and by listening at doors and spying through peep-holes, she had
made herself acquainted with all that was going on between Dick
and
her daughter; and had been for some time planning how she could
turn
her knowledge to account, not only in compelling Dick to marry
her
daughter, but in gratifying herself by a participation in their
joy. On this occasion she felt certain he was in the room, and her
sagacious
eyes at once fixed on the dressing-table as the only shelter
that could
afford him a sufficient hiding place. 204
She accordingly arranged the little scene on the bed and told
her
exciting story, both with the intention of drawing him out and
then
profiting by his excitement to make him give the promise she
required
and obtain for herself the gratification she desired. She did not succeed however as she expected, for Dick, wishing
to hear
more of her extraordinary confession, by a great effort
restrained
himself. Among her other distinguishing qualities, Mrs Bond never allowed
that she was beaten. Apparent failure only nerved her for
renewed
and stronger effort. So after resting a few moments on the bed, she sat up and said:
'My
dears, we all want something to give us fresh spirit; run Mary
to the
pantry and fetch a little of my French liqueur.'
Mary soon returned with a decanter and glasses. The effect of
the
strong and highly spiced stimulant was soon apparent; Mrs Bond
tumbled the two girls on the bed, tossed up their clothes,
smacked their
bottoms and kissed their cunts. They retaliated in like manner
upon
her, to her evident satisfaction. 'Now Mary,' she cried, 'I must have a good look at your own
pussy; lie
across the bed with your head resting on the edge, and I will
straddle
over you and suck your cunt while you watch Madge giving me a
taste
of the dildo.'
Mary placed herself in the desired position, and her mother,
after
fastening up her skirts, stooped over her and buried her face
between
her upraised thighs. Her object evidently was to favour dick
with a full
view of her splendid posteriors bulging out like two creamy
globes on
either side of the furrow where nestled her moist cunt and
inviting
arsehole. 205
Madge also tucked up her dress at Mrs Bond's request, and then
with
Mary's help worked the dildo in her salacious cunt. Mrs Bond was one of those whose pleasure is intensified by the
consciousness that all the secrets of their cunt and bottom are
open for
inspection. So she exclaimed, 'Dear girls, that is most
delicious, are you
both watching?'
'O yes, dear Mrs Bond, we see all your fine bottom, and your
cunt
sucking in the dildo - how I wish it were a real prick! Could
you go on
with your story now, or shall we wait until you spend?'
'Oh! I can tell it now, if you wish; keep the dildo where it is,
and only stir
it a little now and then.'
Here, as luck would have it, some stray hair or fly tickled
Dick's nose
that, in spite of all his repressive efforts, he delivered a
tremendous
sneeze. Mrs Bond jumped from the bed, ran to the table, thrust
her
hand under the cover and caught hold of the first thing that met
her
touch, which was nothing other than Dick's rampant tool. 'Hallo! What have we here? Murder! Thieves!' and tightening her
grasp
on the exposed limb she tugged with such force that Dick was
compelled to crawl forth, trying to look droll, with his finger
in his
mouth. 'Oh! Mr Dick! What a shocking fellow you are! Prying into the
secrets
of us poor women. What shall we do with him, girls?'
'Tie him to the bedpost,' said Madge, laughing, 'and lather his
breech,
and let Mary be the executioner, for I guess she is more to
blame than
he is.'
'Capital, the very thing Madge, you are worthy of your salt.
Come
here, my young man, and don't stand there in that barefaced
manner
before these innocent girls. Face about, sir, we will make you
bare206
bottomed as well as barefaced,' she said, tucking up his shirt
behind,
while the girls tied his hands firmly with towels to the
bedpost. 'Now, Madge, off to the garden, and fetch a bundle of good stout
twigs,
and do you Mary go to the house closet for some strong cord to
tie them
up.'
Having thus got rid of the girls, she turned to Dick. 'Now, sir, I want your serious answer, by a strange stroke of
luck you
have go behind the scenes; now I want you to assure me that you
intend to act honourably by my daughter Mary. If you give me
your
faithful word then you shall be welcome, not only to enjoy her
anew,
but to share in all our private amusements.'
(This was a trying question, and very craftily put. According to
my
notions, Dick answered wisely and well. He had found an
agreeable,
clever, well-educated girl, devotedly attached to him and of a
temperament warm and lascivious as his own; and that knowledge,
which might have repelled others, he wisely judged, only secured
for
him that freedom without marriage would have been to him
insufferable; hence his reply.)
'Well, dear Mrs Bond, my answer is ready. I love Mary. She is
just the
girl to my taste. As soon as I have a home to take her to, I
will make her
my lawful wife.'
'All right, I always knew you were a gentleman; now we will try
to
gratify you as much as we can,' and she placed her hand lovingly
on his
still erect prick, and pressing up to him, gently frigged it. Dick looked up at his hands, and said, 'My hands are tied, or I
would
return your kind caresses.'
She at once reached up and untied the knot; in doing so, her
fine
swelling bosom was brought close to his face, he kissed the
voluptuous
207
globes, and at once placed his hands on her bottom and cunt. She
leaned back on the bed, her thighs expanded, he slipped in
between;
his projecting prick against her open cunt; he pushed it, it
entered; he
passed up; his balls pressed against her bottom; he placed his
hands
under her thighs, and raised them up; she crossed her legs over
his
back. They heard steps approaching; he stopped heaving. 'It is
only the
girls,' she muttered, 'don't mind them; fuck away, give me all
you can,
quick.'
Mary entered and could hardly believe her eyes when she saw Dick
on
top of her mother, and the sight did not please her. Dick looked
around
and smiled, while Mrs Bond said, 'Mary approach. Dick has given
me
his promise to marry you, and this is his reward.' Mary still
looked
doubtful. When Madge returned with the twigs and heard the last
words, she rushed into the room with a merry shout; 'Hold him,
Mrs
Bond, Hold him - now's your chance, Mary - punish him - punish
the
wretch; after promising to marry you, the very first thing he
does is
fuck your mother! - did anyone ever see the like?'
She hastily tied up the twigs, put them into Mary's hand and
pushed
her toward Dick's naked bum, which presented itself in the most
suggestive manner as he heaved gently up and down. He looked smilingly at her, and said, 'Do it, Mary, I deserve a
whipping.' But Mary had evidently no heart for the office, and
she
applied the twigs in the softest way to the buttocks of her
lover. Observing which, Madge pulled the bundle of twigs impatiently
out
of her hand saying: 'You are no good; give it to me, I'll punish
him,' and
she laid on Dick's arse with such a will that she made him jump
again,
to Mrs Bond's manifest delight. Dick fucked as he had never fucked before. 'Oh! Madge, have you
no
mercy? Stop you vixen!' and he discharged wit fury into Mrs
Bonds
fully gratified receiver. 208
After a few minutes of rest, during which they all arranged
their
tumbled dress, Mrs Bond said, 'Now, my children, we must
separate for
the present; but as Madge has promised to remain for the day, we
hope
that you, Dick, will join our party this evening.'
'thanks, Mrs Bond, I will be most happy,' replied Dick; while
Madge
added: 'And then, Mrs Bond, you will favour us with the
continuation
of your interesting story.'
209 CHAPTER 7
MRS BOND'S STORY On his way to the hospital after accepting Mrs Bond's invitation
for the
evening, Dick bethought him - to use his own words - how
strangely
Fortune in her blindness totes her gifts to us mortals! While
she ignores
some, she heaps on others more than they know what to do with.
Many
a poor evil goes moping about looking for someone to take pity
on his
loneliness, and cheer him up with a bit of cunt; while I,
perhaps not half
so worthy, feel overborne by l'embarras des richesses! Now there is
Polly, who must not be forgotten; merry little Jim, she will not
be
overlooked; Mary, my sweet fiancée, ever ready and exacting too;
and
now the circle is enlarged not only by Madge but by Mrs Bond,
the
weightiest of them all. I am nearly used up as it is, and if I
encounter
these three tonight on my own, I guess that by tomorrow morning,
I
shall be like what Polly calls a ha'p'orth of soap after a
week's washing. I must get someone to share the burden with me. The friend who
sprang
to mind was Jack Price, who, he had just learned, was engaged to
marry Madge Stevens. We have had many a spree together, he went
on to himself, and it was only the other day that, in a fit of
great
cordiality, we promised one another that if ever we married we
would
sometimes swap wives for the sake of a little variety; and if
wives, why
not sweethearts?
So he looked up Jack, and soon found that, so far as he was
concerned,
there would be no objection; it was, in fact, just the thing to
please him,
and he was all expectation and desire. It only remained to win over Mrs Bond - which might involve some
difficulty as she was so very particular about her reputation. At first when Dick broached the subject to her, she did not at
all relish
the idea of entrusting the secrets their private sports to one
who was a
comparative stranger; but when Dick undertook to answer for his
fidelity, and said he had already sworn him to secrecy, and
especially
when he dilated on his manly capacity and virile powers, she
readily
gave her consent. 210
It was arranged by Mrs Bond, who wanted to pay off the girls for
their
treatment of herself, that Jack was to lie in hiding until they
were in
full swing then to be called forth by herself. Mrs Bond had a private sitting-room, which she called her
'sanctum'
and in which scene of their orgies that night, and she said he
could
conceal himself there if she could smuggle him into the house
without
the knowledge of the girls. Dick suggested leaving the hall door open at tea-time, when Jack
could slip into his rooms unobserved, then by watching his
opportunity
he might himself conduct him to the sanctum. So it was finally settled; Polly was allowed out for the
evening, and
Jim, as usual, went early to bed. Jack succeeded in getting in without notice, and was soon
concealed
under a sofa, while the girls were upstairs dressing, or rather
undressing, themselves - for the very lightest costume was to be
the
order of the night. Passing over the merry jokes and light freedoms that diversified
the
supper, and the plentiful libations that followed (the hidden
one not
being neglected), we come to the real business of the night. When they had betaken themselves to the sanctum, they found the
rooms so warm that with one consent they threw off all remaining
cover. Then Mrs Bond, with one girl on either side of her,
reclined on
the old-fashioned sofa (under which Jack lay concealed) and
invited
Dick to lie across on their bare thighs. Dick approved of the
plan, for he
could thus lay his face close to Madge's fragrant slit, and by
turning his
foot, could nestle his toes between the soft lips of Mary's
sweet recesses,
while his bottom rested in Mrs Bond's luxurious lap, and her
experienced fingers played with their accustomed skill around
his
prick and balls. 211
Dick told me that no one ever touched him so pleasantly as she
did; she
was perfect mistress of the art. She knew, what all women seem
to
know, that the virile organism is a highly sensitive apparatus
and
needs delicate handling. She did not rub or frig, but she
applied such
soft and ever shifting touches that for a lengthened period she
sustained the prick in the highest stage of exaltation, without
extracting one drop of its brimming seed. 'Now for the story,' cried Madge, as she spread her legs to
enjoy more of
Dick's gratifying titillation; 'we are all longing to hear how
you and
Dindee got on together.'
'Well, my dears, I can't ell you how fond I grew of Dindee's
black prick. I used to pet it and frig it and kiss it at every opportunity.
He
sometimes climbed up to my window and entered my bedroom at
night. And then we would both strip naked and play all sorts of
antics. His favourite way of fucking was from behind; he said he liked
to rub
his belly on my bottom the way dogs and horses did. I did not
dislike it
either, so to please him, I generally went on my hands and
knees, and
he held me around the hips, and tickled my clitoris while he
fucked. However when I found out how he acquired the taste, I turned
from
him in disgust and never let him come near me again. 'It happened this way. One evening when I was alone, I went out
to the
stable to look for Dindee. Intending to surprise him, I softly
approached the open door, and looked in. I saw Dindee in the far
corner, as I thought grooming the donkey, and I was just going
to call
him, when something in his manner stopped me and caused me to
look
with more attention. And oh! Girls, what do you think he was
doing?
He was fucking my donkey; and she seemed used to it, for she
stood
perfectly still, and stooped her haunches with her hind legs
spread
apart and her tail twisted to one side, and his long black prick
rushed
in and out of the slit at her bottom. 212
'I turned and went away in disgust, and soon afterward got my
father to
part with him, for I abhorred the noting of being a co-partner
with a
beast. 'But though I gave Dindee up I had no intention of giving up my
favourite pastime. Indeed I could not if I would; for my cunt
had grown
quite imperious in its demands; it was always craving for a
prick. I tried
in every way to appease it; I bathed it; I injected hot water; I
used
candles and various substitutes. I certainly had nothing half so
good as
this dildo, but if I had, it would not have satisfied me;
nothing but the
living, bounding prick would do for my longing, hungry cunt. 'So I cast about for someone to fill his place. At last, I
bethought me of
our family physician. He was married, it was true, but that did
not stop
me; in fact, it added zest to the enterprise. 'He had shown me in many little ways that he was quite ready to
make
free with me, and you know how quick a girl is in such matters,
so I felt
certain there would be no hesitation on his part to go as far as
I would
allow him. 'I therefore called boldly at his house, and told his servant
that I
wanted to consult her master. I was shown into the surgery, as I
intended, and soon after, Dr Bolus came in smiling. '"What does the fair Sophia want with me today?" he asked, as he
motioned me to an easy-chair with a very sloping back and low
wide
cushioned arms. '"doctor, I am not well, and I suffer from constant irritation."
'"Is it in the bowels," he said, putting his hand on my stomach,
"or
lower?" sliding his hand down. I blushed, and nodded assent. 213
'"Will you let me examine you and then I shall know what is
wrong
and be better able to prescribe?"
'"Could you not prescribe without examining me?"
'"Of course, I could' - Oh the knowing fellow - 'but it will be
far more
satisfactory to us both to ascertain by inspection what is
really the
matter. There now, lean back, that's a good sensible girl - open
your
legs, let me uncover you just for a moment."
'He lifted my dress, at the same time drawing me forward to the
edge of
the chair. "Let me spread your thighs more open," he said,
lifting my
legs over the arms. He then went down on his knees, with his
face close
to my cunt, and felt all around it, and opened the lips with his
fingers. 'Yes, the vulva is a good deal excited, but there is nothing
abnormal
about it; the nymphae are somewhat inflamed, and the vagina is
in a
very heated and sensitive condition. Have you been doing
anything to
it?"
'"Yes, I syringed it with an ivory syringe which my mother had."
'"Ah! I thought so, but that is not suited to you, it is too
hard for the very
excited state of your organ; you require a syringe of a peculiar
construction" (clever dog) "not only smooth, but soft and
flexible. I have
one just the right size, and if you will allow me, I will apply it myself."
'"Very well, doctor, if you promise not to hurt me." He went to
a press
and took out a mahogany case, which he brought over and opened
before me; it contained some black-looking tubes of different
sizes. He
laid the case on the floor, and again knelt between my thighs.
He
threw my dress up so as to cover my face, which I did not object
to. I
then felt him trying the tubes in my cunt, beginning with the
smallest. He asked each time how I like it, and whether he was hurting me?
I
said, "No, on the contrary, you are giving me great relief."
214
"Just so," he replied, as he put in one that had a peculiar soft
pleasant
feel. Ah girls! There is no mistaking the real thing. Do you
guess what
he was doing?"
'Yes, Mrs Bond, he must have been trying the natural tube.'
'So he was, my dears, and doing it so skilfully that I could not
help
panting out, "Oh doctor! That is nice - push it in further - I
want more of
it, Oh, doctor! That is very good - don't take it out - press
against me -
Oh! Oh!! That will do."
'When I sat up, the doctor was still panting after his
exertions, his face
was beaming, and his eyes twinkled as he said, "You are a famous
patient; what I have done will, I think, be of great use to you,
and when
you need my services, come again; you know my consulting days
are
Tuesday and Fridays, but whenever I am at home when you call, I
shall
always be at your command.' Then he kissed me, and I went away. 'Well, my dears, you won't be surprised to hear that it was not
long
before I paid the doctor another visit; and let me tell you,
there was
nothing singular in my going to him, for he was a well-known
ladies
doctor; and many came for great distances to consult him,
especially in
cases of disappointment at not having a family, and if report is
to be
relied on, he not only prepared them for their husbands, but
often took
the place of the husband himself. And I am sure many came to him
with that notion. 'Well, be that as it may, I willingly submitted as he placed me
in
position as before; and when he had excited me by skilful
rubbing, and
by various touches and pressures, he said, "You are making very
satisfactory progress my dear, and now, as I have the tube which
suits
you in my pocket, if you will lean back more at your ease, I
will
introduce it, and administer the usual injection."
215
'"Very good, doctor, am I right now?" I asked, pushing up my
cunt; "no
wonder you carry that tube always in your pocket, for I guess
you find
that it is in great request among the ladies."
'He looked up at my face, and catching the merry twinkle in my
eye,
he perceived at once that I understood the true character of his
instrument. '"Ah!" he said, his face relaxing into a genial smile, "there is
no use
attempting to humbug you, you are too cute and too clever. I
knew
from the first what you wanted; and after all, it is the only
thing that
can give you real relief. I am therefore glad that you approve
of its
exhibition."
'"Well, why don't you exhibit it now; I know it by feel, let me
know it by
sight also."
'"You are a charming girl, Sophy! If my wife were only like you.
I would
never thing of any other woman in the world." As he said this he
rose
from his knees, opened his trousers in front, took out his prick
and stood
at my side. 'I sat up and took the dear thing into my hands. Oh! How nice
and
attractive it looked! A black tool may be all very well as a
novelty now
and then, but to a refined taste there is nothing like the
white. Now, the
doctor had one of remarkable freshness and purity of colour. My
eyes
gloated over it - my mouth watered to suck its rosy head - my
cunt
throbbed to feel it encircled in its soft embrace - its smooth
loose skin
was of such a clear milky whiteness, its head was so large,
round and
glossy. I pressed it to my lips - I rubbed it to my nose - I
sniffed with
delight that subtle odour which always pervades the prick of a
healthy vigorous man. A little pearly drop glistened at the tiny
slitlike
opening. I licked it up, it had a spicy flavour, and its taste
made my
cunt glow. 216
'The doctor put his hands on my head, and played with my ears
and
chin: "My darling, you handle my prick most deliciously, I love
to feel
your delicate fingers playing with my balls - that is delicious
- you are
too kind." I had pushed in my hand, and inserting my forefinger
in his
bottom, I stirred it gently around. "Would you like me to spend
in your
mouth, dear? I cannot keep it in much longer."
'"You may - I would like it - you can put it in my cunt
afterward," I
replied, taking out his prick for a moment. I quickly replace
it, taking
as much as I could in my mouth, an sucking as hard as I was
able, while
I stirred up his balls with one hand, and tickled his bottom
with the
other. 'Oh! Darling Sophy, there, Oh! Oh!' He stooped over me, and
groaned
with delight, while the hot bubbling drops of spunk spurted into
my
mouth, and flowed down my throat. 'He brought me a glass of wine, and told me to remain as I was,
while he
sat on the floor to rest between my legs, his had supported by
my thigh,
as he kissed and frigged my cunt. 'He questioned me as to when and how I had first fucked. I
hesitated a
little, but thinking it wiser to trust him altogether, as I had
trusted him
too much already, I told him all about Dindee and his black
prick; but
said I like a fair white tool such as he had far better. 'He laughed and said he never met a girl that pleased him so
much;
and that my talking so freely was an especial charm, for nothing
enhanced the enjoyment of the act itself so much as the
preliminary
feeling and looking and talking about it and kindred matters. 'Now let me put this pillow under your bottom to elevate the
shrine of
love, and enable me to pay my devotions with more ease and effect."
'He then watched his prick glide into the sanctuary, and when it
reached the innermost retreat, and we were closely pressed
together,
217
he leaned over me and placed his hand under the back of my head,
further to excite what he called the cerebellum, or lesser
brain, which
is the seat of animal desire. '"Now, my dear, concentrate all your mind on the sensations in
your
cunt, as I slowly draw out my prick. Now the head is just at the
entrance, between the two little clinging nymphae. Now as I
slowly
drive it in again, I make the ridge on the glans rub against
every fold
and furrow of your vagina. How do you like it?'
'"Oh doctor! It is maddening! - Oh! You know how to fuck - press
me in
your arms - hold my head up to take your tongue into my mouth -
Ah!
Fuck, fuck, fuck."
'We panted with effort and emotion, both cunt and mouths became
vocal with soft slurping sucking sounds, attended by a rubbing
accompaniment, as our bodies bounded together in all the heat of
amorous encounter. 'Just as my cunt had drunk up his hot sperm and he sank with a
long
drawn sigh upon my breast, I caught his eye, and asked, "What
would
your wife say, is she saw us now?"
'"She would say: You old sinner!" exclaimed a voice, to our
consternation, from behind the opening door. "Have I caught you
at
last! You cannot taunt me about young Lyons now; you must
forever
hold your tongue - come in, Mr Lyons, see how your employer
practices surgery with ladies when he gets them by themselves.'
And
his assistant, a good-looking young fellow with ruddy face and
merry
eye peeped into the room. 'Oh, my dear, stop your foolishness; you may do with Mr Lyons
just as
you please; don't barge at me, and you can have him as often as
you
like. Lyons! Come in, you are a right good fellow. I have for
some time
regarded you as a son, but I suppose I must for the future look
at you in
some other light. As she does not even veil her desire for you -
and for
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the sake of peace - you can have her with all my heart; only let
there
be no more hugger-mugger, or concealment, let everything be done
openly; come and watch us - then, it is only fair that we in our
turn
should have the satisfaction of witnessing your performance together."
'I never admired anything so much as the doctor's clever way of
getting
out of his difficulty, and completely turning the tables on his
wife. She
seemed scarcely to relish his proposal, however, as she had
nothing to
say; she folded her hands and sat down on the sofa. So he went
up to
her, just as he was, with his trousers still open, and giving
her a kiss,
said: 'Now, like a wise old girl submit cheerily, and then we
shall be
quits - come here, Lyons - I am sure you know these quarters
pretty
well already,' and inclining her back, and drawing up her
skirts, he
add: 'Look at this fine randy fat cunt,' and pushing her legs
apart and
opening the lips said: 'This is for my special use, but I am no
dog in a
manger. I here constitute you my partner in the fucking line, as
well as
all my other business; and if that is not true liberty, equality
and
fraternity there are no such things in the world."
'Here, Lyons looked amused, and muttered some kind of thanks,
while
he evidently regarded the randy fat cunt with admiration and
desire,
for he stooped and pressed his mouth on the open lips. '"Now, Sophy, my love," cried the doctor, "come here, and
prepare this
bashful young man for his work; unbutton him, and take out his
prick -
there's a dear!"
'You will agree with me, I think that under the circumstances,
any
display of modesty on my part would have been unnecessary and
out
of place, so, discarding it for the time, I unbuttoned his
trousers, pulled
up his shirt, and soon brought to light a fine young healthy
prick in full
erection. '"Kiss it, Sophy." I pressed my lips to its soft head, then let
it slip in and
gave it one little suck. 219
'The doctor's wife, now more at ease since her husband was
presiding,
threw a handkerchief over her face and resigned herself to the
job
appointed her; and when she felt young Lyons between her thighs,
she
drew up her legs and spread herself as open as she could. The
action
showed how eager she was for the dearly loved fuck. 'She reminded me of a randy cat, cocking up her end, and poking
it out
to make the way plain and easy for her favourite tom. 'The doctor held open the lips of his wife's cunt while I,
kneeling behind
Mr Lyons and holding his prick in both hands, pushed in the
head; as it
passed out of view, I grasped his balls, and quietly squeezed
them as he
went about ramming his prick in and out. Some women don't care
to
handle a man's balls - I do, and I find it the best way to
stimulate and
increase his efforts. 'What do you say, friend Dick, do you like having your scrotum
petted,
and your testicles gently pressed and stirred about?'
'Oh! Mrs Bond, it is delicious, but I am on the point of
discharging, let
me in somewhere or I shall burst.'
'Yes, you are in first-rate condition; look here girls, here is
a prick for
you, which of you will enjoy it first.'
'Dear Mrs Bond, you ought to have the first for yourself, for it
is your
beautiful story and delicate handling that have brought it into
such
fine condition; come Mary, we will amuse ourselves on the floor,
while
Dick fucks your mother. I am just in humour for a little
tribadism; get
over me, my dear, and place your cunt on my mouth, and let us
have as
sweet a fuck together.'
She laid herself down on the soft carpet before the sofa, with
her legs
stretched wide apart, while Mary, straddling over her, rubbed
her cunt
on her mouth and presented her magnificent arse in full view of
Dick
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and her mother, and of Jack too, who waited impatiently peeping
out
from under the sofa. 'Good, my daughter! Sappho and Telesilla never presented a more
attractive combination. If Jack Price could only see you now he
would
not know which to fuck. Jack, appear!"
In a moment Jack was on top of them. They started with surprise
and
alarm, and tried to get up, but he held them firmly as they
were. He
was quite naked like themselves, and his fine prick, which had
been on
stand for the last hour, poked fiercely at Mary's bottom. 'Put him in, Madge, Put him in,' laughed Mrs Bond. 'No, I won't, you mustn't fuck Mary. She doesn't want you.'
'Yes, I do, cried Mary, who having caught Dick's eye quickly
understood how matters were and pushed her bottom up toward him. 'No, Mary, he shan't; if he does, he shall never fuck me again!'
'Don't be cross, Madge, what harm will it do you? - there - let
him in -
you will enjoy him all the more afterward,' and putting down her
mouth she thrust her tongue into Madge's cunt and produced such
a
titillation, that in her excitement, Madge actually held her
lover's
prick to Mary's lascivious slit, and watched it rush eagerly in. Meantime, Dick had mounted Mrs Bond, and that salacious dame, as
soon as she felt the full length of his prick enclosed the folds
of her
heated cunt, embraced him so firmly with her arms and legs that
he
found himself unable to stir. 'Keep quiet, dear, for a moment or two, while we watch that
interesting
trio. See how your friend Jack fucks! - he is a powerful man
indeed, and
has a noble tool; doesn't Mary enjoy it! see how she wriggles
her
bottom! And look at the face of Madge below, how she watches the
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great prick as it glides in and through those soft furry lips!
There, she is
actually kissing and licking his balls, while she pinches the
clitoris and
lips; and look at Mary, how she plies her busy tongue both in
cunt and
bottom! Now, Dick, fuck away as hard as you like, poke my cunt
well -
send home your prick,' and clutching his buttocks, she drove her
nails
into those soft cheeks of his backside, while he deluged her
cunt with
an overflow of boiling spunk. During the rest which followed, Mrs Bond gratified her lecherous
taste
by a minute inspection of Jack's formidable tool and magnificent
stones. She handled them with delight, and sucked his prick
still moist
with the juice of her daughter's cunt. Madge, feeling somewhat ashamed of her little spurt of jealousy,
not
called on her lover to favour Mrs Bond with a practical proof of
his
ability, while she spread herself more conveniently for Dick,
who,
conjointly with Mary, was examining and petting her wanton
recess. Jack was willing enough, for he greatly admired Mrs Bond for her
spirit and dash; and soon found that she more than made up for
her
want of youth by her greater experience and fertility of
invention. So
gently turning her up across the end of the sofa, he plunged
into her
region of delight, just as Dick was similarly occupied with
Madge at
the other end, while Mary, not willing to be left out, formed
her self
into a connecting ling by going between and holding each prick
as it
worked in and out of the cunts of her mother and Madge. They quickly spent, and then they all lay on the floor in one
commingled mass of arms and legs, cunts, pricks, bottoms and
faces, all
rubbing up together. When they were a little rested, Mrs Bond proposed a general
spongification; and then, after they had taken some light
refreshment,
she arranged the following tableau as a parting scene. She set Mary, who was the strongest, on her hands and knees on
the
floor then she turned up Madge reversed on her back, with her
head
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resting on Mary's bottom, so that, while Dick on his knees
fucked his
own sweetheart from behind, he was able to kiss Madge and take
her
tongue into his mouth; Jack at the other end pressed in between
Madge's upturned thighs, and entered her open cunt, and leaning
forward sucked the nipple of her breast. Thus each girl had the enjoyment of being fucked by one man and
caressed by another at the same time; while the lascivious
touches and
wanton pinches of Mrs Bond's busy fingers added piquancy to the
whole. This concluded a night of rare and unmitigated pleasure,
characterised, it is true, by extreme licentiousness, and
unnatural
obscenity. Dick's letters were a source of great enjoyment to us all. The
arrival of
the fortnightly mail which brought them was looked forward to
with
pleasant anticipation; and the governor was sure to find his way
into
my boudoir that evening. He loved to lie at his ease toying with my cunt and bottom,
while I read
Dick's exciting descriptions, written indeed for this very
purpose; for
when he heard that his letters were so highly appreciated by the
governor, he redoubled his efforts to please, and filled them
with lewd
expressions and ideas. He sometimes favoured us with pen-and-ink sketches of a very
humorous character, and sent also some excellent copies of the
lascivious drawing found on the walls of Pompeii, lately exposed
to
view. These latter were sent from Rome to a young Italian who
was
studying medicine in the same college as Dick. He generally accompanied the drawing with some such description
as
the following:
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In number 1, you have Marpesia, Queen of the Amazons. She has
been
taken prisoner by the Fauns with whom the Amazons waged frequent
war with varying success. She is young, lusty and well-made. The leader of the Fauns has determined to enjoy her after a
peculiar
fashion. She is bound, as you see, to the back of a trusty
member of his
troop. One of her captured attendants is forced to stoop with
her hands
and feet tied together. The Faun with Marpesia on his back rams
his
great prick into the attendant's cunt from behind, while his
captain,
sitting before her, sticks his rampant tool into Marpesia in
front. But
you will observe he leaves all the work to be done by his
lieutenant,
who, as he fucks the attendant, works Marpesia's cunt most
luxuriously
up and down on his leader's tool. Marpesia has her finger raised as if she was saying: 'Ah! You
have me
now, and can drive your goatish prick into my poor cunt to hour
full
satisfaction, but wait till the Amazons catch you and maybe they
will
make you spend to some purpose. In number 2, the Faun varies his enjoyment. He wants to have his
prick
rubbed up, so he has Marpesia suspended over him, with her legs
and
arms tied to a bough of a tree in such a posture that her
breasts rest on
his belly, then he nestles his languid prick between her soft
swelling
bubbies, and makes his lieutenant stand between her thighs and
fuck
her while thus suspended. The shoves of the lieutenant, as he
drives his
prick in and out of Marpesia's cunt, makes her breasts rub back
and
forth on his leader'' belly, thus imparting the most stimulating
friction
to his lethargic tool. In number 3, you find matters reversed. The Amazons now have the
upper hand. They have surprised the Fauns in a night attack, and
have
captured a large number. Marpesia, who has gained her liberty,
now
takes her revenge and her gratification at the same time. She
has them
securely fastened down on their backs, on logs of wood, so that
she and
her feminine troop can stride over them, and gorge to satiety
their
fasting cunts with their subjugated pricks. Behold Marpesia
herself, in
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grand muscular proportion and beauty, astride over the chief.
She has
stuffed his pliant tool into her lascivious gap, and sustaining
herself by
the branch of a tree overhead, works her body up and down until
she
pumps out all the seminal juice left in the poor wretch's cods. She has exhausted several in the same way; one of her attendants
tries
a poor fellow who she has just left, but finds his tool so limp
and
powerless, so completely sucked dry, that he cannot get it into
her
receptacle, so raising her disappointed cunt, she contemptuously
discharges over the useless prick a hissing stream of ejected
piss. In number 4, we have a front view of this famous queen: her
breasts are
proportionally small, but her arms, thighs and legs are in the
highest
development of muscular strength and beauty. She is seated on a gigantic Faun with his great tool stuffed
into her
lecherous receiver; the protruding lips of her hairy cunt grasp
it firmly
at the root, while her nimble fingers churn his reluctant cods. With her other hand she frigs the inflamed prick of another of
these
deformities, whose hands are fastened behind his back. 'Spend, you ugly beast!' she cries, as with energetic hold and
rapid
motion she works his tired machine. Then the scene changes, peace has been proclaimed between the
Amazons and their Sylvan neighbours. To keep up their unnatural
tribe, the Amazons are allowed occasionally to wander in the
woods,
with a view to meeting the Fauns and obtaining the service of
their
virile powers. In number 5, you have, accordingly, Marpesia herself embraced by
three fine specimens of these horned and goat-legged monsters.
One
encircles her with his left arm and elevates her thigh with his
right,
while he plunges his vigorous prick into the luscious cavity of
her
hungry cunt. Another presents his bursting tool to her open
mouth;
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with lecherous lips, she sucks its throbbing head, and draws
streams of
frothy love from the fount within. The third kissed her ruddy
cheek
and feels her bottom with searching fingers while she frigs his
sturdy
prick. Her warm and nervous grasp soon makes the hot spunk shoot
in
milky jets from its glowing tip. just as her mouth and cunt are
liberally
treated with an overflow of the same fecundating fluid. At last the time drew near for Dick to pay us his promised
visit. He had
successfully passed his final examination, and was now duly
qualified
to act as a medical practitioner. The governor directed him to bring his certificate and
testimonials
with him, in order that he might be able to fulfil his promise
of
obtaining for him a suitable and lucrative appointment. He also told him to propose to Mrs Bond a move to Trinidad,
where she
could procure an excellent residence near Government House and,
by
his influence, an unfailing supply of good lodgers. Although this was stated with apparent indifference, I saw
plainly
enough that the account Dick had given of Mrs Bond and her
interesting family had, in the highest degree, excited the
desire of the
governor to obtain the enjoyment of a closer acquaintance with
that
salacious lady. I foresaw indeed that such acquaintance would assuredly lead to
a
lessening of my influence over him; but he was growing old, and
I
might at any time, have to look for some more permanent
position, so I
did not feel greatly alarmed. Besides, having my old friend
Dick, even
though married, near me again would be a source of very great
gratification and support, Mrs Bond readily accepted the
governor's
invitation and in due time arrived on the island with all her
belongings. 226
The result I anticipated was quickly verified; and the coming of
Mrs
Bond and her party gave rise to many new and interesting
complications, which will form the subject of succeeding
chapters. 227 CHAPTER 8
DICK'S POETRY The selection and arrangement of Mrs Bond's future residence was
entrusted to the governor and myself. To account for the interest he took in the matter, it was given
out that
she had been the wife of an old friend of his to whom he had
promised
when dying that he would look after and protect his widow and
orphans. It so happened that there was a suitable and commodious house,
not
far from the government grounds, at that time untenanted. The
governor at once engaged it for his friend's widow, and set
about
having it furnished and fitted up, not forgetting a special
boudoir or
sanctum for Mrs Bond's own use. In the midst of our preparations, another batch of letters came
to hand,
telling us that they were just about embarking and containing
Dick's
certificate and testimonials for the governor and also some
papers for
myself. Dick had a taste for scribbling what he called poetry, and as it
may
gratify my readers, I transcribe for them the specimen which I
received
on this occasion. It show, I think, some talent, but I am not
sure that it is
mythologically correct. Venus and the Centaur
Arms! and the thing, I sing - half-man, half horse;
Impelled by fate a sort of equine cross,
Whose development half in human mould,
But left the other half as it was foal'd. Unique was he; no other of his form
Was there to gambol 'mid the Aegean storm;
And all too proud the common herd to seek
While owning human faculty to speak
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He lived alone till passion claimed its sway;
'Twas the rutting season, and the month of May. Wandering forlorn in this unpleasant guise
In vain each nymph, incontinent, he tries;
No sooner does the monster breathe of love,
Than shrieks of laughter echo through the grove;
'A hideous beast like thee!' young Lesbia cries;
And straight each wanton from his presence flies;
'We'll none of the' the sylvan nymphs declare. 'Tis pity Pegasus is not a mare.'
Despairing tears his human cheeks bedewed,
Condemned to solitude, unloved, unwed;
Sought he a mate throughout the whole of earth,
His importunities but moved their mirth. At length a settled gloom upon him falls,
And on Love's Goddess in despair he calls;
Scarce had his prayer re-echo'd through the wood,
Than lovely Venus in his presence stood. Her beauteous form in all its naked grace,
And wreathing smiles illuminate her face. Her faultless limbs no envious drap'ry hides -
A living model which all art derides. To her the Centaur his petition made,
And in his misery invoked her aid. The Goddess smiled and heaved a gentle sigh,
Then to the Centaur blushing made reply:
'Oh! noble Centaur, whose peculiar race
To form of stallion add the human grace;
And has thou, piteous being! felt the dart
Of my unsparing offspring in they heart?
Alas poor Centaur! could not Cupid spare,
Malicious boy! but plant his arrow there;
For those delights which gentle lovers prize,
Thou art not fitted, Centaur, in the eyes
Of those fair maids who thus they form deride;
Nature has laws by which we must abide.'
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Thus spake the Goddess, and her beauty's charm
To his nature sounded the alarm;
Her naked shape and the secrets thus reveal'd
To his fierce instincts all at once appeal'd. Extreme desires assail his wanton heart,
And tingling fires through all his body dart,
Fancy runs riot as he views her form,
Her charming naked parts, and glances warm. To her the Centaur, as he seized her hand:
'Art thou Love's goddess, and my pains withstand;
Can'st thou not quench the burning fires within?
To Venus all divine, no love is sin.'
Thus spoke the Centaur, while her roving eyes
Observed his weapon of portentous size;
A lively red suffused her damask cheeks,
And her clasped hands her strong emotion speaks. Not such as won her, when the shipling boy,
She first embraced and taught him to enjoy
Within her circling arms the prurient bliss:
His latest spasms dying in a kiss. 'Twas not Adonis now, the Goddess fired,
To more substantial joys her mind aspired;
Effective means to stir such wanton hearts
Had he possessed of such stupendous parts. Now beat his pulses with inflamed desire,
His stallion nature owns the mystic fire,
His crimson cheeks betray his burning lust,
The Goddess saw it, gently sighed and blushed. Intense emotions struggle in his breast,
And his rude weapon shows its ruddy crest;
Its swollen veins and long, distended length
With frequent jerks proclaim its stallion strength. The wanton Goddess feels the lustful fire,
And all aflame, now pants with warm desire,
His trembling hands rove o'er her glowing charms,
And wild with joy he clasps her in his arms. 230
Her eyes askance devour the bestial brand,
Impulsively she takes it in her hand. With gentle pressures she his lust requites,
And firmer grasps afford him new delights. The throbbing weapon raised on high its crest,
While Venus kneeling pressed it to her breast. Now too excited long to brook delay
The snorting monster urged the prurient play:
So Venus forward on the bank reclined,
While the Centaur, rampant, mounted her behind,
With furious thrusts his untaught falchion plies,
Beats round the bush, and entrance vainly tries. But sacred pity acts in godlike minds:
Plants the fierce point between her lily thighs,
And lust-distended, twixt the lips it lies,
With poignant throbs all swollen and impressed,
While Venus labours to engulf the rest. Constrained by that firm grasp and guided true
The stiffened gristle disappears from view. Propelled by lustful force within it slips,
And stretches wide the love-moist roseate lips -
Ah! thus forever love will have its way:
So Venus cries, enraptured with the play;
Not less, the Centaur madd'ning impulse feels,
And beats the verdure with his horny heels -
While roars expressive of his joy are forced
From his hoarse throat, and in the woods are lost -
Divine sensations now he feels, and new,
Convulsive pressures prove her pleasures too,
While tingling raptures fill the Centaur's veins,
And each convulsion fresh insertion gains,
Till gorged at length with monster such as this,
The fainting Goddess owns the melting bliss. With furious thrusts the Centaur's throbbing shaft
In Venus' cunt lies buried t the haft,
Thrust upon thrust the greedy monster dealt,
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While hot with lust the enraptured Goddess knelt. His joy increased till nature could not more,
And his big globes were banging at the door,
So close the pressure, despite her pains,
The quick'ning pleasure bubbles in his veins. Too short! too warm! the luscious struggle ends,
And with a howl the clinging Centaur spends. As spouted forth when sweet Narcissus died,
From Mother Earth the clear cerulean tide;
So now behold the swollen limb distend
And spout the exquisite essence from its end -
With furious pressures and impulsive thrust
He shoots the torrents of his heated lust,
While pent-up nature makes prodigious throes,
And the thick juice in right profusion flows. The Goddess feels this inundation pour,
And sinks exhausted on the verdant floor:
Her flooded cunt the fierce coition owns
While sobs of pleasure mingle with his groans. And sated thus, his passion finds relief:
His dripping weapon slips from out the sheath. The Goddess rises from the reeking ground,
And startled wood nymphs, trembling, gather round. Convinced at last he has some power to please,
They watch his wanton gambols at their ease,
Not one so coy she will not gladly share
His wondrous gifts, and own their pleasures rare;
In fact, the monster, thus in great request,
Soon trotted off to take some timely rest. 'Tis thus that fashion, once set in and strong,
Obtains, and rules by force the mouthy throng;
And many a rude exterior hides a charm
Which, once 'tis tasted, use conceals the harm. 232 CHAPTER 9
THE WIDOW'S CRAFTY SCHEME The governor and I were waiting on the shore ready to welcome
Mrs
Bond's party on their arrival. Mrs Bond was younger and more fresh looking than I expected. She
had the sprightly vivacious manner of a Frenchwoman, and all the
ease and accomplishment of a well-bred lady. Mary, I did not fancy so much: she was pretty, but there was
something
reserved and sly in her look and demeanour which rather repelled
me;
but Jim, with her merry open face, and warm impetuous little
ways,
was altogether to my taste, and we quickly became close friends.
Dick
I thought wonderfully improved; he had grown more manly in
appearance, and his handsome bronzed face was set off by a full
darkcoloured
moustache. He met me with the greatest empressement, and
his salute was something more than brotherly. The governor's interest secured for him the appointment he
desire, and
when he had obtained apartments in a neighbouring lodging house,
he
entered his duties with zeal and ability. Mrs Bond quickly made
herself at home, and the governor, I need not say, was a
frequent visitor
at her house and was soon fully initiated in all the mysteries
of her
sanctum. From the first she brought all he seductive arts to bear upon
him, and
knowing that he had been made acquainted, through Dick, with all
her secret tastes, habits and capabilities, she permitted him to
take her
in his arms, and after a little coy remonstrance, push his
roving hand up
between her easily separated thighs and explore with lecherous
fingers the secret charms of her ripe and unctuous quim. Then having carefully secured the door, she allowed him to raise
her
petticoats and lay bare the hidden beauties that clustered round
the
junction of her large fleshy thighs; then she even reclined back
and
spread herself open to afford him the fullest gratification by a
near
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inspection of the gradually swelling mound and full voluptuous
lips of
her well-garnished cunt. While he stooped over her, she unbuttoned his trousers, pulled
up his
shirt, and drew forth his soft and attenuated tool. 'Let me fondle it a moment, my dear sir, it has plenty of life
in it yet, it
only needs a little attention to flatter and excite it.'
She took it coaxingly in her well-practiced hand and with a
stimulating touch passed her fingers gently up and down its
shaft and
over its pendant head. Then, leaning toward it, she took it into
her
warm mouth and played around its top and neck with her plaint
tongue, while with soft suction she compressed her lips as she
moved
her head back and forward over it. at last, yielding to her
skilful
treatment, it slowly filled up and attained a certain degree of
firmness
and erection. Still nursing it with her stimulating touches, she looked up,
and with a
smile, said, 'It is in fair condition now; would you like me to
call in
Mary? She is young, fresh and beautifully made; in fact, she has
one of
the most satisfying cunts that ever man entered and I am sure
she will
think herself happy in being able to minister to your pleasure.'
The governor's face quite brightened as he replied that while
nothing
could exceed the ripeness and the beauty of her own lovely
charms,
yet as she had kindly suggested the idea, it would certainly
intensify
his enjoyment to include her fair and accomplished daughter. Mrs Bond thoroughly understood the old governor, and with a wily
craft impressed a lascivious kiss on the sensitive end of his
half erect
tool and said: 'Cheer up, you dear old prick, I bring you a
fresh young
cunt that will fill you with new vigour and delight.'
She got up and went out, soon returning leading her daughter
Mary by
the hand
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The governor rose to meet her and taking her in his arms said,
'allow me
to congratulate you, sweet Mary, on the bloom of your lovely
cheeks
and the sparkle of your bright eyes.' Mary looked shy and turned
away
her blushing face. 'Don't be over modest, my child, the governor has been very good
to us,
and we must do what we cant t show our gratitude in pleasing him
by
every means in our power; and that reminds me, I intended
correcting
you for being too lazy this morning. I will do it now, and that
will make
us all easy together,' and sitting down, she made her daughter
bend
over her knees, and then proceeded to pull up her skirts. 'Oh, mamma! don't uncover me before Sir Charles. Ah, don't! you
will
let him see - all - every - Oh, my! what a shame! Don't look,
sir Charles.'
'I will uncover you before Sir Charles, just to punish you all
the more;
and if he cares to look, he shall see all you have to show. Now,
you lazy
girl, take that and that - and that,' each time giving her a
smack on the
bare bottom with the palm of her hand. 'I will make this saucy
bum
blush, like your rosy face. 'Look, governor, do you see how red her bottom is getting? How
she
pokes it out! and wriggles it from side to side, the impudent
hussy! Yes, I
will smack you in here too, open your legs, miss.'
'Oh, mamma! Oh mamma! don't let Sir Charles see my-'
'Your cunt, you mean, yes he shall see your cunt and everything
about
it; just to punish you; lift your bottom and spread your thighs
more -
that's the way. Look, governor, at these two pretty fat lips. I
will pull
them open for you - see this clitoris, how stiffly it stands
out! and this
deep chink, how red and moist it is! I declare the impudent girl
is
spending; look at this white juice oozing out! how hot and randy
she is!
Now, Sir Charles, where's your prick - I will hold her while you
stick it
in - get down there between her legs - so - let me guide it for
you - now
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push there, how nicely it slips in! Now work away while I keep
my
hand on your cods and tickle your bottom.'
'Oh, mamma - let me up - what are you and Sir Charles doing to
me?'
'Fucking you, my dear, don't you feel his nice prick rubbing in
your
cunt, and his hairy balls smacking against your bottom? Tell
him,
Mary, how you like it.'
'Dear Sir Charles, your fucking gives me a very pleasant feeling
in my
cunt. I hope you are enjoying it yourself. Do you like looking
at my
bottom? Can you see it while you fuck?'
'Yes, darling Mary, I don't know when I enjoyed a fuck so much,
and
your talking about it so freely makes it still more enjoyable.
You have
a most delicious cunt; it holds my prick like a hand; and you
have the
sweetest roundest and plumpest little arse that ever lady
carried
behind her. But I must withdraw now, as I am going to spend,'
and he
pulled out his prick. 'Pop it in here,' said Mrs bond, drawing it under the cheeks of
Mary's
bottom and presenting the little brown hole in the most easy and
inviting position. 'Shall I Mary? shall I fuck your arse?'
'Yes, Sir Charles, fuck my arse if you like.'
The governor pushed at the narrow entrance and the
well-moistened
head of his prick slipped into her bottom, passed up, and
discharge
amid her entrails the few drops of spunk it was able to deliver. Mary ran, poured water into a basin and returned, bringing her
own
sponge then carefully washed, wiped and then petted and kissed
the
drooping article which the governor dignified with the name of
prick. 236
I was not present at this first step in their wily plot, but was
informed of
what took place afterward, when all was settled and we had
fallen into
the positions which stern fate apparently had allotted to us.
Mrs Bond
was as ambitious as she was clever, and at once on her arrival
she
perceived that the amorous tastes and weaknesses of the old
governor
presented an opportunity of making her daughter Mary so
attractive
and so essential to his pleasure that he might be induced to
take her as
his second wife. The engagement with Dick, she treated very lightly, as she knew
that
she had brought it on herself, and that he probably would not
regret
being released from the promise which had been exacted from him;
while my connection gave her no concern whatsoever. I soon perceived the old man's infatuation. He was perpetually
at Mrs
Bond's; and when with me, which was more seldom than formerly,
he
could talk of nothing but Mary - her beauty, her accomplishments
and
her charms. So I said to him one day when he was returning my caresses in a
languid manner, 'My dear old Charley, I see how the wind blows;
you
like Mary, you want Mary - why don't you marry her, and you will
have the full command of a fine young girl, and her accomplished
mother into the bargain?'
Well, I might, except on your account, and also that she is
engaged to
our friend, Dick.'
'As for me,' I replied, 'don't let that be an obstacle. Thanks
to your
liberality, and my father's kindness, I am independent; and my
affection for you under any circumstances remain the same; and
as for
Dick, I don't think he cares much for Mary after all; it would
not break
his heart. He would like to see her the wife of his friend and
patron, Sir
Charles.'
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To make a long story short, it was soon understood, and
acquiesced in
by us all, that Mary was to be the second Lady Stanhope; and
Dick,
thus being set free, reminded me of the old passion he had
always
nursed in his heart of hearts, and asked me to become his wife. I consented on the condition that I was to retain the command of
my
own money, and that we should both be absolutely free to enjoy
ourselves just as we had when in possession of our unmarried
liberty. This arrangement smoothed away every difficulty, and restored
confidence and kindly feeling amongst us all. Dick and I were invited to join the parties in the sanctum; and
Mary
and her mother often came to my boudoir to meet the governor and
Dick, who continued the best of friends. On such occasions Mrs Bond was always called by general consent
to
preside. She naturally made the governor the great object of her
attention, and
left Dick and me to follow our own devices and join in as we
liked;
which plan suited all parties very well. I will describe one of these scenes as a specimen. Having
settled the old
governor in a most voluptuous position on the couch, his bottom
resting
on soft cushions, his back supported by sloping pillows and his
thighs
wide apart, Mrs Bond would kneel at his side and stoop forward
so as to
elevate her naked posterior beauties, of which she was justly
proud, in
front of a large mirror in full view of the reclining governor.
Then in the
most skilful manner, she would take in hand and delicately frig
his
prick, which though only partially erect was fully sensitive to
the
delicious touch of her pliant and mobile fingers. Her other hand
meanwhile would stealthily pass under his thigh, and with
cunning
play, titillate him behind. 238
By their direction, Mary would kneel at the other side with her
fair
white bottom turned toward his face, so that he could feast his
eyes or
amuse his fingers either with her delicate little nether
entrance, or the
thick hairy lips of her luscious quim; and sometimes, at a hint
from her
mother, she would vary her position by straddling over his
breast and
pushing her bottom to his face, that he might kiss and smell the
fragrant apertures there; all the time, however, keeping her
open
mouth over his prick, so that her mother might pop in its head
when
she wished to vary the sensation. She soon discovered how fond the governor was of listening to
randy
talk and the special delight he found in hearing women freely
using
all those wanton terms and expressions which are suggestive of
lecherous thought and practice. She accordingly gratified him and intensified his excitement by
carrying on with Mary a most lascivious and suggestive
conversation;
occasionally having recourse to Dick or me for the sake of
variety. 'Fucking, mamma! Fucking; there is no more delightful feeling
than
that of a nice prick being pushed up into one's cunt, rubbing
against its
sensitive creases and filling it to capacity.'
'Do you like the feel of Sir Charles's prick fucking your cunt?'
'I do greatly, especially when you put it in, mamma, and hold it
by the
root, which makes it stronger; and then I feel your fingers
playing
about my clitoris and the lips of my cunt.'
'Where do you feel his cods rubbing when he fucks you lying on
your
back with your legs raised up?'
'I feel his cods rubbing against the whole of my bottom - well,
my arse,
if he likes me to say that. Do you like looking at my naked
arse, Sir
Charles?'
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'I do, darling Mary, I enjoy greatly looking at your naked arse;
it is so
soft and round, and of such a creamy whiteness; push it up
nearer, and I
will kiss it for you.'
'What do you do, Mary, just before you get into bed?'
'I take out the pot, mamma, and piss into it; and sometimes I
watch my
cunt while it pisses. I suppose most people piss before going to
bed. Don't you? Sir Charles wished to see me piss the other night. I
pissed
through his fingers, and then he kissed my cunt before I wiped
it and
while the drops of piss still hung about his hands; then I made
him piss
for me, and I held his prick as I watched the amber stream shoot
out of
the little slit at the top, then I sucked it, and got some of
the piss into my
mouth, I think.'
Dick and I laughed; we were highly amused at the wily craft of
the
mother, and the unblushing effrontery of the daughter. Meanwhile, we carried on our own little play of kissing and
sucking,
and petting and fucking. We had enjoyed a nice fuck on a couch
parallel with and close to that on which the governor was lying
- so
near, in fact, that by stretching out his arm he was able to
place his
lecherous hand on Dick's fine sturdy prick as he worked it
slowly and
deliberately in my cunt. And for a moment Mrs Bond and Mary had
paused to watch us also. Dick was now resting with his head on the pillow, while I
straddled
over him holding his softened tool in my hands, rubbing and
pressing it
against the warm lips of my still excited cunt. Mrs Bond, who
studied
the governor's prick as a doctor does the pulse of his patient,
perceived
that further stimulation was needed; so, winking at Mary she
asked,
'Did Sir Charles ever get anyone to fuck you while he looked
on?'
'He did, mamma; I did not quite like it, but you know, I would
do
anything to please him. He brought the coachman into his room,
and
having told him he wanted to fuck one of the maids before him,
he
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blindfolded him perfectly. Then he placed him on the bed on his
back
and desired him to get his prick in order for the girl he was
about to
bring in. When all was ready, he came for me, stripped me naked, led me in
and
directed me to get on the bed and straddle down over the
coachman's
face that he might fist gratify and excite himself by kissing my
cunt
and sucking my arsehole. Of course, I liked that very well, especially as the governor
was
pleased and kept on fingering me all the while. I was therefore quite ready when Sir Charles told me to squat
down on
the man's prick while he stuffed it into my cunt. Then I worked
away
like a postilion up and down while Sir Charles held his prick to
my
mouth and asked me to frig and suck it and tickle his bottom
until he
spent. 'How did you like it yourself, Sir Charles.'
'Oh! it was grand! do you remember how I held you by the
shoulders, as
I drove my prick through your fingers in and out of your mouth
as if it
were a cunt. And the best of it was, the coachman had not the
least
idea whose cunt it was that gave him such delight, but thought
and
still thinks that it was one of the maids.'
The coachman, however, was none other than my old friend James,
and
he told me on one occasion when he was indulging in that second
bout,
which women so love and appreciate, that he knew perfectly well
who
the lady was that the lecherous old governor wished him to
believe
was one of the maids. But he thought it wiser to keep the
knowledge to
himself, especially as he expected her to be his future
mistress. 'But oh!
Miss Queenie, that's where you ought to be - we all love you,
but no
one cares for Miss Mary, she is too haughty and conceited.'
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Another device of that most lubricious dame was very successful,
and
is therefore worthy of special record. She obtained a broad
shallow
basket, purposely made with an open bottom. This was secured
like the
scale of a balance to a rope that passed through a pulley
overhead, so
that it could be hauled up and down. In this basket Mary was
placed
quite naked, with the plump white cheeks of her arse protruding
through the open bottom; which position caused her cunt to stand
out
with a moist luxurious and exciting prominence from the furrow
between her smooth round buttocks. Of all the varied postures to which prurient fancy has subjected
the
female form, this is the best I have ever seen for displaying in
full
perfection both the exterior and interior beauties of a woman's
cunt. In most cases, no matter how they spread their thighs, the
nymphae or
inner lips remain closed; but by this arrangement the pressure
of the
body so forces out the cunt that those little shell-like wings (ailerons,
as the French call them) are drawn widely apart, and thus afford
a
most ravishing view of the crimson depths between them. Mary having seated herself in this basket so ingeniously
contrived by
her mother was hoisted about four feet from the floor. The old governor stretched himself underneath on his back with
his
lustful eyes fastened on the interior charms of Mary's cunt, so
invitingly
opened out above his head; while her experienced mother frigged
up
his prick into some degree of life and stiffness. Then Dick or I would lower the basket down, so that, under Mrs
Bond's
management, the ripe ruddy lips of Mary's cunt would just alight
on
and enclose the head of the prick which was so skilfully
sustained by
her mother's hand. Then, as the rope was further slacked off, the weight of her
body would
cause the hot moist lips to swallow up the whole of that
luscious morsel. But as soon as we perceived the soft lips pressed hard on the
hair at its
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roots, we would draw her suddenly up, and expose the governor's
tool
standing up red and smoking after its sweet immersion; then
quickly
down again; then up, until the pleasing friction set them both
wild with
excitement. Mary being so much younger and more vigorous, always felt it
more
keenly. She used to lean over the side of the basket, and
looking down
on the ruddy tool standing beneath her, would complain of its
having
been too quickly withdrawn from her throbbing cunt, and crying,
'Queenie, let me have the dear thing again, drive it up fast,
make it
fuck me harder - quicker,' and stretching down her arms, she
would
pinch her own bottom, and try to catch hold of the slippery
tool; and
knowing how it gratified him, she would go rattling on: 'Oh, my
cunt!
Oh, dear prick! Fuck me, governor - fuck my cunt - push up your
prick
- fuck, fuck, fuck.'
Then the governor, twisting about wit pleasurable emotion, would
direct Mrs Bond to squat down with her bottom on his face in
order
that he might suck her cunt while he fucked her daughter. Mrs Bond would then place her cunt on his open mouth as soon as
she
felt his pliant tongue licking up and sucking out the juice
exuding
from it, she would take the basket in her hands, and so press it
down
and work it from side to side as to make his prick wriggle about
in
Mary's belly in the most luxurious and exciting manner and thus
bring
on a grand and abundant discharge. 243 CHAPTER 10
DAVY'S RAPE On another day, after we had been reading a stirring account of
a
successful rape, we all agreed that it must be a most
interesting and
exciting thing to witness the violent defloration of a young
girl with
well-developed charms. 'How delightful it would be,' said the governor, 'to watch her
struggling
in the arms of a big lust fellow, flinging about her legs and
twisting her
rump as she felt his great tool bobbling at the mouth of her
cunt, and
trying to force an entrance; and when at last he succeeded in
getting
in, and commenced shoving it up, to hear her screech and yell,
and give
him all manner of abuse, until she felt it all inside and began
to find out
that being fucked was not such a terrible thing after all; and
then, like
most girls, trying to hide her satisfaction under the appearance
of only
giving way to unavoidable necessity. Oh! it would be grand!" he
said
smacking his lecherous lips. 'Could it be arranged, Queenie?
With
your resources and well-known tact, you might effect it, if
anyone
could.'
'I will try,' I replied, 'I am sure that if Davy thought he
could gratify me
by performing in that manner, he would not hesitate to do all
that lay
in his power. I will accordingly consult him and let you know
the
result.'
When I proposed the matter to Davy, assuring him at the same
time
that I fully relied on his cleverness and affection, his eyes
danced with
delight as he answered, 'Ah, Missa Queenie, you allays bery good
to
Davy, and he lub you very much. It can be done, and it must be
done as
you wish; let dis chile alone for dat. I know one young missy,
dey call
her Juliar, who passed by de ground ebery day going to and
coming
from school. She fine big girl too, and as she walks along, her
two fat
cheeks behind wag from side to side. I allays look after her and
thinks
to myself: what grand arse you hab Miss Juliar! if do mouth
between
your legs stick out in front like de bottom behind, you fine
piece for de
fuck.'
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'Well, Davy, you have a great eye for the girls; and when you
see their
bottom wag that way, does it make your prick get up? Come here
and
let me try what it is like now.'
Davy bounded t where I was sitting on a chair, and standing
before me,
placed his hands on my shoulders while I opened his pantaloons
myself, thrust my hand and found a fine black tool, nine inches
long,
standing in proud erection. I drew it out, and pulling down the
skin
from its dark-coloured head, pressed my lops on its velvet tip.
It had
more of its peculiar perfume than usual, which in my excited
state,
gratified my wanton taste and made my cunt tingle with lecherous
emotion. 'Now Davy, tell me truly how you were using this great prick
last. Whose cunt were you prodding with it? - I will give it a little
suck
while you are telling me.'
'Well, missy, Davy will tell you de whole truth: Gobernor send
me last
evening with bunch of camelias to Miss Mary. Polly open de door
and
take me into de kitchen. She make me good strong coffee - Oh! it
did
warm me up and make my prick stand up like anything. She soon
notice, take him out and pet um wid her lily-white hand. Den she
say:
"Davy, I hab one great secret; you be sensible boy; Miss Mary
will soon
be mistress of Government House. She like you, Davy, and intend
to
make you head-gardener, and gib you de front lodge."
'"Bery good, but what about Miss Queenie?'
'"Nebba mind her, she go marry Dr Dick; but now, listen to me,
Davy,
you like to please me, don't you?" - Here, she let me take one
kiss -
"Well, to go me, you must gib Miss Mary a taste ob this first" -
frigging
my prick gently up and down - "She tired of nursing and coaxing
de
Gobernor's old cock, and she dying for one good fuck. She make
me
promise to put her in de way; and so I tink of you Davy, dis
here big
fellow -" drawing back the skin from de bursting head - 'is well
able to
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gib her satisfaction and it will be de making ob your fortune,
let me tell
you."
'"But, Polly, me no lub Miss Mary, no ways; lub your leetle
finger more
nor her whole body - Ah! let me," I said, trying to push my hand
under
her petticoat. '"Not now, Davy, no matter what part ob me you lub, you can't
had it
till you please Miss Mary first."
'"Well, let me please her soon, that I way hab you; can I go and
please
her now?"
'"Don't be such a hurry, Davy; hurry spoils eberyting - Can you
stay
here tonight?"
'"I can stay until twelve, will dat do?"
'"Yes, dat will do bery well. Now attend; do you see dat ere
door? Dat
de door ob my room. Come in and I will show you where de bed is
-
here in de left-hand corner. I will be going to bed soon, and I
want you
to wait outside while I am undressing, and when you see dat de
light in
de kitchen is quenched, den open de door softly, cross over to
my room,
and go up to de bed; and remember, no matter wat you tink, you
must
make believe dat it is me, and nobody else, and allays say
Polly,
whenever you speak. Be wise, do your best, and you won't be
sorry; now
off wid you, and I won't keep you long," and she pushed me out
and
shut de door. 'I had to wait longer than I liked, but at least de light was
quenched,
and I went softly to de door. It was on de latch, I opened it
and went in. I
undressed by de fire, and den went to Polly's door, which was
partly
open. I passed in, and up to de side of de bed; I heard somebody
breathing, so I said, "Polly my lub, I'm Davy, let me in," and I
lifted de
bedclothes and slipped in. a pair ob warm arms took hold ob me
and
pressed me against two delicious bubbies. Den a soft hand found
its
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way to my prick, felt it all over, as if calculating its length
and
thickness, it den passed on to de balls, moved dem about, and
held
dem, as if to find out how much dey weighed. Den both hands were
at
my prick, one holding de root, while de oder passed lightly up
and
down de shaft. '"Stop, Polly, my lub, or you'll make me spend. Shall I get on
top of you
and fuck you?"
'"Not yet," she answered in a low hoarse whisper, "let us have a
little
play first - bring your prick nearer till I kiss it." I
straddled over her
breasts, rubbing my balls on her bubbies, as I pushed de head ob
my
prick toward her mouth. She took it in between her lips, and
made her
tongue play around it, at de same time clutching my bottom wid
her
hands until she had me just mad. '"Oh, Polly! I'm just busting - may I put it in your cunt."
'"Cannot you keep it a little longer - you have not petted my cunt yet."
'I knew what she wanted, so I said: "Let me face about den and I
will
lean over you and kiss it."
'"Do, Davy, dat will be bery nice."
'I turned around, still straddling over her, and bent down my
head
toward her cunt, as I did so, she raised her knees and spread
her thighs. My mouth den rested on de hottest cunt I ever touched; it seemed
burning like one furnace, and de juice dat was bubling out was
as thic
as molasses. But de clitoris filled up my mouth, it was stiff
too, like a
small prick. 'As I sucked she kept hoisting up her cunt and twisting her
bottom
about, while she grunted: "Good, Davy - you suck my cunt nicely
-
push your tongue - squeeze my bottom - that is nice - now turn
and
give me a good fuck - a good long fuck; I turned about and lay
upon
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her belly. Her two hands held my prick to de mouth ob her cunt.
She
said: "Push, Davy." I shoved; my prick made one bound and
plunged
into de tank ob lub. Oh! it war hot like boiling water, and
sucked um in
like one whirlpool. He legs crossed on my back, and her hands
pressed
my shoulders. "Push, Davy, push - harder in - harder still - Oh!
now!
another big push!" I pull him out until only him nose remain
between
de lips; den I shove hard. With one spring ob her rump she
bounded up
to meet me; our two bellies came smack, my balls banged her
arse, her
whole inside felt alive; hands, feet, mouth, breasts, bottom,
cunt, all
seemed to catch hold ob me. "Fuck, Davy, fuck," she cried at
ebery
bound; if she habn't held me so tight wid her legs and arms, she
would
have pitched me off. '"Fuck, Davy, fuck; fill my cunt; pinch my arse; fuck Davy fuck
- den
such a flood. I nebba spent like dat afore. I taught my bery
soul was
leaving me and all going into her cunt. I just rolled ober on
one side
like one dead and every little sense I had flew away. 'After a while, I came to myself, somebody was at my prick
a-kissing
and a-kissing it; some oder body was raising my head and holding
a
cup to my lips; it had hot coffee like what she gib me before. I
felt good
when I drank it, my heart warmed and my prick stoop up. 'Dey two laughed. I heard Polly say: "He all right again; get
ober him
now."
'De one dat held me straddled me, and stuffing my prick into her
cunt,
sat down upon me. 'I den catch de one dat had de cup, and say: "Dear Polly, let me
kiss
your pussy-cat." De oder whisper: "Yes, Polly, do." Polly spread
her
thighs ober my face, and put her lubly cunt to my mouth. Oh, it
was
nice! Dey ten took hold ab one anoder, while de one below worked
up
and down, crying: "Fuck, Davy, fuck." Dey now gave up shamming,
for
Polly said: Hasn't Davy a fine prick, Miss Mary?"
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'"Yed, Davy gib a grand fuck; he hab balls like a stallion, rump
like a
bull and prick like one donkey. You are de only man, Davy, I
would
trust in dis matter; now promise me faithfully to keep my
secret, and
mind you don't tell Queenie, above all; and I will take good
care of
you, and let you fuck me as often as you please."
'I muttered something dat I s'pose she took for a promise, but
indeed I
promised nutting, and I soon left dem for I was tired out. Now
Miss
Queenie, I hab told you eberyting, won't you let me gib you one
nice
fuck before de spunk spurt out. Lean ober de arm ob de sofa and
let me
see all de booties ob your lubly arse and mossy quim, wid its
sweet red
chink.'
I placed myself as Davy wished, and greatly enjoyed the feel of
his soft
paws grasping the cheeks of my bottom and drawing them open as
he
kissed and sucked the sensitive apertures there. And when he had
produced by that most effective means the highest degree of
wanton
excitement in my cunt, he plunged his great tool into the hot
recess,
and begged me to tell him how I liked all that he did to me. 'I like to have you look at my bottom, Davy, and press it with
your
hands. I like to feel the play of your tongue in my bottom-hole,
and the
feel of your warm breath blowing about the hair of my cunt, as
you
suck the clitoris; and now I delight to feel your great prick
ramming
my cunt and your belly smacking my arse; fuck, Davy, fuck, as
they
said to you; put your arms around my hips - press my cunt with
your
fingers; Oh! that is nice - fuck, Davy, fuck, fuck. 'Now that you have cooled down, Davy, tell me what you think as
to
the rape of Miss Julia. You know it must be managed somehow in
the
open space under the kiosk so that I may see all that you do.'
'Davy think to manage it dis way; wheneber she see me, she
allays beg
one flower; now I will watch at de gate tomorrow, and when she
pass,
will invite her into de garden to choose for herself, den I will
show her
de kiss, bring her underneath, and den we shall soon get a view
ab all
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at she so carefully hide under her petticoat. So, if you are
dere about
three o'clock in de afternoon, you and me see some sport.'
'Very well, Davy, I'll be there but I don't wish you to hurt
her, you know. I only want to see how you manage to fuck her against her will,
and
what she will do in her attempts to keep you off.'
'Nebba fear I'll not hurt her more than I can help, ob dat you
may be
sure; but you won't mid if she squeaks a little and kicks her
legs about.'
'O no, I expect that,' I said laughing. The governor and the whole party were delighted when I told them
of
my arrangement with Davy. So the next afternoon, having employed
Davy in the farthest part of the ground, I got them all together
in the
kiosk without his knowledge. Then I called him and said I was
ready
and would be on the lookout. With Dick's help, we prepared three good slits in the flooring
through
which we could see all that passed underneath while we reclined
at
our ease on the soft rugs and carpets. While waiting for Davy's appearance we diverted ourselves with a
few small exhibitions of our own. The governor, seconded by
Dick,
requested us three ladies to lie in a row with our bare bottoms
turned
up for their admiration and inspection; after we had been
handled,
viewed and turned about to their satisfaction their two pricks
came in
for their share of attention; the governor's limp as usual,
while Dick's
affair, which I now regarded as my peculiar property, was in
good
working trim. Mrs Bond, following out her plan, devoted herself
chiefly
to the old governor; but Mary seemed more occupied with watching
for Davy and painting in her mind the expected treat of seeing
his fine
prick engaged in amorous play. Knowing all I did, I regarded her with much amusement, and being
anxious to ascertain the actual state of her feelings, I put my
hand on
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her cunt as she lay at my side. She was pleased at this mark of
attention, and opened her thighs to give me more room. I confess
that,
as a rule, I don't particularly admire a woman's private parts,
I suppose,
from being so familiar with my own; however, when much excited,
I
have at times enjoyed petting, and even kissing another woman's
cunt. But on this occasion, there was something in the touch of Mary's
love
chink that made me feel as if I had put my hand on an electric
box. It
seemed actually throbbing with amorous fire. The lips were
exceedingly full, prominent and open; the clitoris protruded
boldly out
from between them and felt very large, strong and wonderfully
hot; it
slipped about under my fingers as if endowed with life. I felt
irresistibly drawn toward it, and bent down my face. She turned
on her
back and spread her thighs as I passed between them and stooped
to
kiss her hot recess. Drawing open the lips I buried my mouth in
the
moist charm. As soon as she felt my tongue playing the clitoris
and
penetrating the passage, she muttered: 'Oh, Queenie! you are
very
good - I cannot tell you how much I am enjoying that. It is
better even
that a fuck. Oh - Oh! Queenie, I'm spending - Oh! Oh!' and a hot
gush
of the sweetest and most lascivious spunk I ever tasted filled
my mouth. I really at first thought she was pissing but the thick unctuous
flavour
testified as to its true character. She had scarcely recovered from the languor caused by this
emission,
when we heard steps approaching the kiosk. Davy quickly made his appearance below, dragging with him a
goodlooking
creole girl, nearly white, and about fourteen years old. As he
drew her in through the door, we heard her say in an angry
voice,
'What are you hauling me in here for? Stop, you ugly black
nigger, you
shan't pull up my clothes - stop - I tell you.' But Davy,
holding her
firmly with his left arm around her waist, drew up her frock
boldly
with his right. 'I will, missy, I see your white stockings, and your lubly
smooth thighs,
and your round fat bottom.'
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'Let me go - how dare you expose me so - you nasty wretch, take
your
hand off me or I'll bite and scratch you. Oh! Stop, I tell you,
you shan't
put your hand there.'
'You may kick and bit and scratch, and do anything else dat you
like,
but I will put my hand on your bottom in spite of you; aye, and
in here
too, between your thighs - on your little fat cunt; and I'll
push my
finger in between these hairy lips - Oh! it is so nice and soft
- Oh! isn't
dat good.'
'You abominable beast - take your hand out, your finger is
hurting me
- stop - do you want to kill me?'
'No, missy, I lub you too well to kill you; I only wan to feel
your cunt,
and den put my prick into it and fuck you.'
'But you shan't - I'll die first - Oh! I'll screech, if you
attempt to lay me
back.'
'Screech away; for back you go.'
'You shan't put in - Oh! you are hurting my hand.'
'Well, take your hand out of the way.'
Davy forced her down on some matting, and having dragged her
legs
forward, the whole of her body as far as her waist, was now
completely
uncovered. She plunged violently, jerking her supple body from side to
side,
thereby affording us most luscious peeps at the interior charms
of her
maiden cleft: its pouting lips looked beautifully round and fair
and its
inner folds were of a glowing red. Her frantic struggles gradually decreased in violence as he
forced
himself in between her thighs. His vigorous prick, sticking out
before
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him like a thing instinct with life, poked its glossy head
against the lips
of her cunt, as if eager to find an entrance. No girl endowed
with
ordinary feeling can be altogether insensible to such an appeal,
although, for appearance sake, she may prolong her resistance;
notwithstanding the throbbing she felt in the region of bliss,
still she
endeavoured, with the one hand not held by Davy, both to cover
her
cunt and push away his prick. But he soon contrived to seize
this hand
also, and then her last resource was gone and she seemed to lie
at his
mercy. Besides, she was getting tired and worn out by her long
continued struggles, so with a sorrowful moan she threw her had
back,
as if resigned to her fate. Davy did not lose a moment in directing the point of his tool to
the
critical spot between the lips and with a vigorous plunge drove
it in
about an inch. The smart occasioned by its entrance recalled
Julia to
life. She screamed out: 'Oh! Oh! you are murdering me.' Davy
heedless
of her cries thrust again. She yelled: 'Take your horrid thing
out of me -
Oh! it cuts like a knife.'
But Davy gripped her more tightly around the loins, and heaving
his
great muscular arse, with successive prods forced his rampant
prick up
her maiden sheath. Then doubling up her legs under his arms, he rested for a moment
on
her knees, and pressed his balls with all his force on her
up-turned
bottom, while with a grin of intense satisfaction, he grunted
out, 'Now
Miss juliar you hab your belly full up with prick; how you like
um? Dis
leetle cunt stretch bery wide, and dese here bollocks rub
sweetly on
your lubly bottom. Nor for the fuck,' he said, slowly drawing
out his
prick all red and glowing from her newly opened cunt, and
quickly
driving it up again, continued: 'Now, Juliar, ain't dat good?
fuck, oh!
fuck, fuck; fuck' - at each word passing his slippery prick in
and out of
her cunt. Somehow Julia had grown very quiet, and if she moved at all it
was
only a slight upward heave of her body as she felt the prick
rushing
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through the clinging lips of her cunt. After a few rapid
strokes, Davy
threw himself forward and, clasping her in his arms, lay
motionless on
her body. When he had rested thus for a moment, he drew out his
now
pendant tool and slowly raised himself on his feet. She never moved, however, but lay back in a kind of faint;
observing
which, Davy knelt between her thighs and gratified his eyes with
a
minute inspection of her cunt and bottom. Then lifting her up in his arms, with her head down, he carried
her
round and round with her bare legs brandishing in the air. This was evidently done for my special gratification, and it did
afford
us a very favourable and a most exciting view of her cunt and
all its
surroundings, it's open mouth, all red and inflamed after the
forcible
entrance of Davy's prick, being thus displayed to us in the most
attractive manner as its ruddy lips were either closed up or
drawn
asunder by the motion of her legs. 'Let me down, Davy; let me down - there's a good fellow, and I
won't
scold you any more.'
'Will you be good and obedient?'
'I will.'
'Well, say cunt.'
No answer. 'Say prick.'
No answer. 'Will you let me fuck you again?'
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No answer. So stooping down his head, he first kissed her cunt and then
gave her a
smart bite on her bottom. 'Oh! stop; I will - there - let me down.'
Davy placed her carefully on the matting, and sitting down by
her
side, supported her with his arm. Her whole tone and manner were now quite altered from what they
were a short time before, and it occurred to me as I watched
them, what
an extraordinary change is usually effected in most girls by a
really
good fuck. Before it they will treat a man's advances with
scorn, and
even repel him with violence and abuse, but if he only has the
resolution to go on, and the power to effect his object - for
that is the
main point - the most violent opposition will soon cease, and
soft
compliance takes its place. So it was with Julia; she now looked the very pictures of
meekness, and
smiled when Davy told her how much he admired her, and that she
had the sweetest and most delicious cunt he had ever fucked. 'But Davy, now that you have done all that you wanted, won't you
love
me, dear, and never grow tired of me nor give me up for somebody
else.'
'Sweet Juliar, nebba fear, while you are good and do all you are
asked
to do, Davy will nebba tire ob you, nor gib you up; and now tell
Davy,
like a good girl, dat you like looking at and petting his prick.
Say
datmy Juliar.'
'Dear Davy, let me look at and pet your nice prick.'
She took it in her hands, and smiled as it stiffened up while
she frigged
it up and down. 255
'Would you like me to kiss your prick, Davy:' she asked, looking
most
coaxingly at him. 'Yes, dear, dear,' he said, lying back and spreading his legs.
Still
holding his prick in her hands she rubbed its big head to her
nose and
lips. Meaning to giver her a hint, he said, 'You hab sweet cunt,
Juliar, it
had bery good taste; when I suck it, did my tongue rubbing in it
make it
feel nice?'
'Oh, yes, Davy, when you sucked my cunt it was very pleasant,
but I did
not like you to bite my bottom.'
'I only did dat,' he replied, laughing, 'to make you speak; you
can
punish me now if you like, by giving my prick a good nip in your
mouth.'
'I would be very sorry to hurt it, Davy, but I will take it into
my mouth
and suck it like a cow's tit.'
She went on her knees and stooped over his prick to suck it,
while he
uncovered all her white bottom and grasped her cunt with his
fingers. 'Davy it makes me feel ashamed to have you looking up that way
at
my naked bottom.'
'Den you needn't my lub; anybody would like to look at your
beautiful
round white bottom, and dis fat hairy-lipped cunt underneath,
and dis
pretty little hole in de middle ob de furrow dat run up between
dese
smooth cheeks. Throw your leg ober me now and let down your
bottom
on my face and I'll suck it while you play wid my bollocks and
prick.'
While this scene was being enacted below, we all lay on the
floor
intently peeping down
The governor and Dick varied their enjoyment by keeping their
hands
on our cunts; I favoured the latter by similar attention, while
the ever
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watchful widow carefully manipulated the prick of the former,
Mary's
regards seemed all concentrated on what Davy was doing with the
now pacified and compliant Julia. Turning toward me she whispered, 'Hasn't Davy a fine prick,
Queenie?
And how well he uses it! that boy is quite a treasure, I wish we
had him
up here.' Then looking up, she asked, 'governor, would not you
like to
see Davy on top of one of us? What fun that would be to have him
here
with us.'
'It would no doubt be great fun; but I think Davy would run some
risk of
being spoiled among you all; what do you say, Queenie? We all
rely
on your judgement and taste.'
'I don't think we would spoil him, if we went the right way
about it,' I
replied. 'And as Mary seems to have set her heart on having him
here' (I
gave a malicious wink to the governor), 'if you leave the matter
in my
hands, I think I shall be able to get up such a lovely
performance as
will gratify all parties, and prevent our Davy being spoiled.'
It was then agreed that we should all meet in the kiosk at the
same
hour on the following day. 257 CHAPTER 11
ANOTHER TURN OF FORTUNE'S WHEEL The day fixed for Mary's nuptials was drawing near, her dresses
were
ready and the wedding-cake ordered. Mrs Bond, inflated wit a
sense
of her own importance, fussed about everything, while her eye
beamed
with delight as she anticipated the approaching triumph of her
schemes. But a sudden turn of fortune's wheel dashed the cup of
joy
from her eager hands even as she raised it to her lips, and
overwhelmed
her with disappointment and regret. The very night after our meeting in the kiosk mentioned in the
last
chapter, the old governor was seized with a fit when undressing
for bed;
he lingered for a few hours and then unconsciously passed away. This sad event of course upset all our plans, and destroyed the
fine
prospects of Mary and her mother. I did not very much sympathise with them in their trouble, for
they had
shown utter disregard for the feelings of others. But for the poor old governor I felt real sorrow, and readily
assumed
the deep mourning that was becoming in his adopted child. As soon as we decently could, Dick and I were privately married.
He
was by this time established in a very good practice, and was
able to
take a pleasant residence furnished with every comfort and
convenience. We found our previous arrangement worked admirably; and as we
were both resolute in expelling the demon jealously from our
doors, all
went on smoothly. Dick, of course, slept with me and fucked me
to his
heart's content; and when he desired a little change - and where
is the
man that does not - he frankly told me, and I never objected;
not only
that, I even provided him with the means of enjoying it, and he
reciprocated by doing the same kind turn for me. 258
What was the result? He loved and admired me all the more, and
ever
returned to my arms with renewed zest and intensified enjoyment.
We
were really happy, for we had no secret form one another, no
suspicious
feelings, no heart burnings, we mutually shared each other's
joys and
contributed to each other's pleasure. My intercourse with Mrs
Bond
and Mary gradually lessened, but my affection for Jemima
increased,
and she passed much of her time with me. On the evening of her
first
visit to us after our marriage, when the servants had ceased
their
attendance and we could bolt the doors and feel ourselves free
from
prying eyes or interruption, we commenced our love sports. Dick smiled knowingly at Jim as he passed his hand under my
petticoats, and I at once responded by unbuttoning his trousers
and
drawing out his rosy-headed tool, saying at the same time to
her: 'You
see, darling Jim we make no stranger of you - you have seen this
dear
fellow before, and felt it too in your sweet little cunt; now, I
want to
place it there again myself, and to watch it fucking you. Come
here,
my pet - sit by me, lean back; what a delightful little
cockle-shell you
have! stay I must kiss it first.'
Jim spread her legs and pushed up her pretty round bottom as I
knelt
on the floor and with my fingers separated the hairy lips of her
cunt;
then I applied my mouth and tongue with thrilling effect to the
dear
little orifice of love. Oh! how she panted and twisted about her rump! and how she
grunted
with satisfaction as she pushed her cunt against my mouth. 'Queenie, you are a darling,' cried Dick, 'and I love you more
and more
every day.'
Then, coming behind me, he threw up my dress and pressing the
cheeks
of my bottom, asked: 'What is she doing to you Jim that makes
you
wriggle your arse in that fashion?'
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'Oh, Dick, your wife is sucking my cunt! she is frigging it
delightfully
with her tongue; she is making me mad for a fuck.'
'And you shall have it too, my sweet Jim, the next turn; for the
present, I
am deep in the folds of her own randy cunt.'
'Oh, yes, I feel every push you give her. Fuck her well - ram
home your
prick - press against her arse. Oh! that was a grand stroke! You
must let
me get behind you someday and watch you fucking; and I will hold
your prick and pike it into her cunt and stir your balls, and
pinch your
arse, and frig your arsehole with my finger - I know, you like
me to call
bottom, arse, and talk of your arsehole, and to speak of pissing
and
fucking, and all that.'
This kind of wanton talk, as usual, stirred up my naturally hot
and
lascivious temperament. I rolled her soft, thick luscious
clitoris in my
mouth, while I relished with intense delight the long, steady
strokes of
Dick's vigorous prick in my throbbing, palpitating cunt. It felt
so
different from the feeble, flabby affair to which I had lately
been
accustomed. Indeed, I often found it hard to tell whether a
prick was in
my cunt at all or not. But Dick's fine manly tool made its
presence felt
and no mistake. Its big sturdy head pressed hard on the mouth of
my
womb seven or eight inches up from the outer lips while the
projecting
ridge of the glans rubbed with firm delicious friction against
the
sensitive creases of my vagina. And just as Jim's warm essence
filled
my mouth, Dick's spouting sperm met my own dissolving flow and
we
all sank together in that enjoyable languor which usually
follows fully
gratified desire. After resting a while, Jim and I commenced playing with his
prick and
balls, while he tickled our cunts and bottoms. When we got his
prick
into fair working order again and Jim had given it a good suck,
she
looked up and said, 'Now, Queenie, I want to place this in your
cunt
myself, and see it fucking you; so pull up your clothes as high
as you
can, lean back, spread your thighs and lift yourself while I put
this
pillow under your bottom; that's the way - look Dick, how your
wife's
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cunt opens its mouth for your prick! See how red it is inside;
and look at
this big fat clitoris! how it pokes out its rosy head! I an
going to suck it
first, before I put in your prick, and you can either watch me
or play
with my bottom, as you please.'
The next moment, I felt her warm mouth buried in my cunt, my
whole
clitoris drawn within her sucking lips and her tongue pushing
here and
there, poking into every crevice. Not content with that, the
little
wanton, having moistened her finger in my cunt, thrust it up my
bottom, and in the most lubricious manner stirred it round and
round
inside, saying as she did so, 'I am frigging your arse, Queenie;
do you
feel my finger in your arse! And, oh! Dick has his finger in
mine - but,
Dick, you must not fuck me this time - come here, kneel on this
cushion. Oh, but your prick is fine and strong; wait now - let me first
rub its
head up and down in this nice sort furrow - now, that's the spot
- push -
how it rushes in! now pull it out. oh, how wet it is! and so red
and hot!
and how nice it smells!' And she licked it with her tongue: 'Now
drive it
up again - how your balls bang her arse! Now, another stroke,
how she
heaves up to meet you! Oh, what a smack that was! What a grand
thing fucking is! Fuck - fuck - fuck! There, now do you feel me!
I have
got a finger in each of your arses! Fuck - cunt - prick -
bollocks - arse -
pissing - fuck - fuck - fuck.'
When Dick, urged to wild delirium by her wanton cries, made his
final
thrust, she threw herself on his back and rubbed her excited
cunt as
hard as she could against the quivering cheeks of his bottom. Here, I must retrace the steps of my story for a little space. A
short time
before my marriage with Dick, I attained the legal age of
twenty-one;
and was then able to carry out my father's intention of
conferring the
gift of freedom on the faithful and devoted Zilla. She asked me
at the
same time to sanction my presence her marriage with Davy who, on
the break up of the governor's establishment, had set up for
himself as
market gardener, with a snug little cottage of his own. 261
I readily complied, and gave her a liberal present as a wedding
gift. They were both very grateful, and begged me to favour them by
assisting at the consummation also. They evidently meant this as
a
compliment and also as a proof of the continuance of their
confidence
and affection. So after the ceremony was duly performed, I returned with them
to the
cottage and went with them into their bedroom, where they both
at
once began to strip off their light clothing, and were soon in a
fit
condition for the work they intended. Without more ado, Zilla
threw
herself on the bed on her back, and spreading her thighs, she
asked me
to hold Davy's prick and put it into her cunt myself. Davy
grinned with
delight as he looked down on the rosy chink of his wife's quim
as it lay
so invitingly open before him and at the same time felt my hands
as in
days of yore, fondling his prick and skinning its swollen head. As I drew him up to her, she raised her body so as to display
the whole
of her lascivious bottom in all its attractive proportions. Davy ran his hands over the voluptuous cheeks, and then pinched
her
excited clitoris, as I placed the head of his prick at the
entrance of her
longing cunt. 'Now take your time,' I said, 'and you will enjoy it all the
more.' But
they were too excited to heed me; for just as Davy pushed, she
heaved,
and the whole prick disappeared in a moment amid the hot folds
that
closed around it with such eagerness and delight. I kept one
hand on
her mount that I might press her clitoris between my fingers
and,
passing my other hand around his bottom, I squeezed his balls
from
behind while I watched with great interest their pushing thighs
and
amorous grunts which indicated the excess of mutual enjoyment to
which the deepest instinct of their natures had brought them.
They
then commenced a second course. Afterward, while resting in each other's arms, Davy's scarcely
diminished prick soaking in Zilla's snug recess, they looked up
at me,
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and with a happy contented smile, Zilla said, 'Davy is a good
boy, I am
very fond of him; but, Missa Queenie, if you have at any time a
fancy
for him, and he himself be willing, as I am sure he always will
be, you
are heartily welcome to the services of the best of all tools;
for though I
might be jealous with respect to others, I never will regarding
you.'
'Very well, Zilla,' I replied laughing, 'perhaps someday I may
put your
good nature to the test that way; but what do you say yourself,
Davy?
You surely won't desire any change when you are so well supplied
in
your good wife.'
'Ah! Miss Queenie, nobody is always pleasant; she bery wise for
she
know dat when she let me go to you I come back to her wid new
delight, and lub her all de more.'
I admired their simple philosophy and felt it was the result of
some
deliberation, and therefore followed with more satisfaction; and
I left
them to themselves. Now to return to our visitors, whom we left so unceremoniously. Jim had decidedly Sapphic tastes, and declared that while she
enjoyed amazingly the prods of a sturdy prick in her cunt, yet
her
pleasure seemed increased tenfold when she could at the same
time
pet and suck the cunt of another woman in as randy a state as
herself. So to gratify her, I used to lie on my back across the bed with
my head
resting on the edge; then she would bend over me with her belly
resting on my breasts and her open cunt right over my face. Then
she
would encircle my thighs with her arms, holding open the lips of
my
cunt with her hands, would suck the clitoris while she frigged
the
passage with her fingers. Meantime I would call my husband; 'Come, Dick, you have here,
what I
know you delight in, a woman's arse in all its naked beauty
turned up
for your admiration. Look at these great round cheeks, how soft
and
smooth they are! Look at this lovely valley between them, and
here in
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the middle of it, the dainty little bottom-hole, which you say
holds a
prick tighter than any cunt. Ah! But I am sure the cunt is nicer
and
sweeter far! Does not this rosy chink look especially inviting?
Why, it
seems almost to beg for a fuck! Se these fat lips, how they put
at the
thought of your neglecting them! And this rosebud clitoris, how
innocent it looks as with tiny head up-reared it demands
attention!'
'Queenie, you are right,' replied my husband, with his usual
good sense,
'it is no doubt the natural place, and what is natural is always
the most
satisfactory; besides when you're after it, my pet, no one would
be so
churlish as to refuse.'
Then taking his prick in my hands I popped its head into the
moist
chink where Jim was expecting it. How fondly the firm lips
closed
around it as he slowly drove it up! up! until the hair at its
root pressed
strongly against them, and his balls plumped on my face. I felt
him give
a thrill of pleasure when the whole prick was embedded in Jim's
belly
and its head poked against her womb. His tool looked grander than ever when he drew it out, all red
and
smoking with heat and moisture, while the smell from it was
delicious. Pushing up my mouth, and thrusting out my tongue, I could touch
at
the same time the soft lips of her cunt and the underside4 of
his
slippery prick, while her mount rubbed my chin as she twisted
herself
about. All this time she was sucking my clitoris with fury, and
frigging with
her fingers both my cunt and bottom. I repaid her energetic manipulation of her own cunt and bottom
until
she cried: 'Oh, Queenie, that is delicious! Oh, my cunt! Oh, my
bottom!
Fuck - fuck - fuck.'
Jim had never seen a black prick, and when I described Zilla's
wedding as mentioned above, and expatiated on the wonderful
power
and efficiency of Davy's black tool she was intensely interested
and
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said how highly she would be gratified if I could manage to
prevail on
Davy and his wife to share our sports and exhibit their sable
charms for
our joint entertainment. I promised to pay them an early visit,
and
sound out their inclinations in the matter. Davy and Zilla seemed quite flattered at the proposal, and
readily
entered into my plans. Between us we arranged a little scene in
which
Davy, or rather Davy's prick, should be the principal performer. On the night appointed they came at a late hour, as we did not
wish
our servants to know what was going on. Davy first appeared upon the stage (that is, my boudoir), while
Zilla,
Dick and I, the spectators, in a nude condition, looked on
through the
open door of the room adjoining. He pulled off his pantaloons, raised his shirt, took his prick
in his hand
and, slowly frigging it, thus soliloquised: 'So Missa Jim, she
want to see a
black prick, and take him in her lily hand, and press him to her
rosy
lips; and then, I guess, she will gib him one little suck, and
when she
taste him in de mouth above, I tink she will wish to hab him in
de
mouth below.'
While speaking, Davy kept looking at his prick and drawing the
loose
skin up and down until he had it standing up in the stiffest
erection. Then he walked back and forth, jerking his bottom at each turn,
and
causing his prick to shoot out its ebony head through his
encircling
fingers. Now, my boy, you be in fine condition for Miss Jim.'
But I wonder what is keeping her so long! Praps a-rubbing ob her
fair
skin after de wash! Praps a-combing out de chestnut hairs ob her
cunt!
or praps she doing a leetle drop ob piss! Ah! Davy would like to
see dat
nice warm yalla piss a shooting out from de rosy chink ob her
lubly
cunt. I would like to put my face close up and let her piss
away; den I
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would kiss and suck de wet cunt. And, den, when she see de big
black
prick stick out, praps she say: "Now Davy, as I let you see me
piss, and
kiss my cunt, you may finish by putting in your prick and fucking - it."
But ah! I's so tired waiting, and feel sleepy too, so I lie down
on dis sofa,
and go sleep with my prick bare, so dat if Miss Jim pass dis way
she can
hab one good look and feel and anything else dat she like.'
Davy lay back, his firm prick still standing up, and putting his
arms
across his face began to snore. Jim now entered the boudoir quickly, and rubbing her naked limbs
with a towel, as if coming from her bath, said, 'Oh, my! what's
that black
thing on Queenie's sofa. I do declare, it is a black man fast
asleep; and
see, his great black tool is standing up all uncovered! What an
opportunity for investigating the secrets of a black prick!'
She went close up to the sofa and put her hand gently on the
noble
limb. 'How fast asleep he seems to be! I fancy, he must have taken too
much
drink - anyway he has a splendid prick, what length and
firmness! and
such thickness too!
She softly encircled it with both her hands, and drew down the
yielding skin, as she continued: 'And what a noble head it has!
It makes
all my cunt tingle merely to look and touch it. I wonder would
it
awaken him if I kissed it!' She pressed her lips on its pulpy
head; her
plaint tongue softly playing around it, as her open mouth
gradually
sucked it in. 'Ah! how soft and nice it feels in my mouth! and
this tuft of
black woolly hair at its root, how thick and springy! but oh!
what cods
he has! so large and firmly gathered up! What a tremendous lot
of
spunk he would pour into one! - but stay he moves-'
'Oh, ah,' muttered Davy, as if speaking in a dream, 'I must am
gone to
heaben afore de time; and dis am lubly Venus a-come to make me
happy. She like black prick too, she know how to pet um and suck
um,
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Get across me, Missis Venus - put de black prick into your rosy
slit - ha!
you understand, I see; de heavenly goddesses no dispised black
nigger;
dey knows him for a man and a broder. Oh! Ah! How tight. How
warm!
how hot! Oh, ah! Press hard, harder, quicker, squeeze um, hold
um,'
cried Davy, in his loudest tones, while Jim, with glowing cheeks
and
flashing eyes, bounded up and down making the prick rush in and
out
of her well-moistened cunt, with a sucking sound squash at every
plunge, until at last she threw herself forward and clasped him
in her
arms. Meanwhile, we spectators had not been idle; I induced Zilla to
lean
over a table while she watched the performance of her husband/
then
I uncovered the glossy cheeks of her large and beautifully
rounded
bottom and called Dick's attention to it as I pushed her legs
apart and
drew open the lips of her cunt so as to show the deep red of its
voluptuous interior. Dick came close behind the black bottom,
and
putting his prick into my hands, said, 'Well, Queenie, I must
say you
and Zilla are paragon wives. What a different world it be if all
wives
had your sense and spirit!'
I liked being commended by my husband, and I knew he was right;
for
jealousy is a sore evil, it benefits no one, and makes
multitudes
miserable. I suffered no loss, when I took my husband's prick,
which he
promised to use for my special benefit, and with my own hand
placed it
in the cunt of another man's wife. In fact, I gained instead of
losing, for I
attached my husband more firmly to myself and too pleasure in
witnessing their enjoyment. As soon as I felt my husband's prick driven up to the roots in
Zilla's cunt
I went behind and pressing his bottom with my naked belly, began
to
push. The table I had provided moved freely on castors, and we
three
glided into the room just as Davy, recovered from the effects of
his first
emission, was standing up, holding Jim in his arms, with his
prick still
buried in her cunt while she clasped him round the neck and
loins with
her arms and legs. 267
They gave a shout of amused delight when they saw us moving up
to
them as if we three, like themselves, were amalgamated into one
body,
nobody propelled in successive jerks by the energetic shoves
delivered
on Zilla's arse by my husband and myself. Davy lost no time in laying his sweet burden down on the table
by the
side of his wife, but with her head in the opposite direction.
Zilla put
her hand approvingly on them, feeling the root of her husband's
prick
tightly embraced by the lips of Jim's well-satisfied cunt, said,
'Well,
Miss Jim, how do you like my husband's black tool?'
'Oh, Zilla, it is grand. You are very good to lend him to me. I
hope you
are enjoying Mr Dick's prick yourself, and our dear Queenie is
no
doubt adding to your pleasure. I wish very much that she had
somebody too.'
'Oh! she is very well off!' I said. 'She loves watching and
feeling all your
cunts, bottoms and pricks.'
But our sports were brought to an abrupt termination, for just
then the
night bell sounded with a sudden sharp ring and Dick had nothing
for
it but hastily to assume some integument, and answer the door
himself. He found several men carrying on a stretch a body which proved
to be
that of a Lord Ferrars, a young Englishman who had visited the
islands
in his yacht, and when returning on board that night had fallen
off the
pier, hurt his head and been nearly drowned; and his men thought
the
best thing they could do was to carry him at once to the house
of the
nearest doctor. Dick had met this Lord Ferrars before, and rather liked him. So when he had examined him, bound up his head and found nothing
else much amiss with him, he dismissed his attendants and
delivered
him into my care. 268
We placed him in bed in the best spare room, gave him a
composing
draught and made him all snug for the night. Next morning he was
much better, and able to get up after breakfast. He was very
grateful
for my husband's attention, seemed to like amazingly his present
quarters, and gladly consented to remain with us until quite
convalescent. He proved to be a choice specimen of a young English nobleman,
most
accomplished and agreeable; and, making himself thoroughly at
home, he entered readily into all our amusements and pursuits. From the first, he paid me the most marked attention, which Dick
observing, he said to me: 'why, old lass, you have gained
another
admirer, and if you care to have him, I don't object - for
Ferrars is a
right good fellow, albeit rather fond of the ladies.'
This kind treatment of my husband made all pleasant, but events
arose
out of it which neither of us calculated on and which changed
the
whole tenor of my afterlife. 269
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